Losing and failing to protect you had turned Anakin Skywalker, your master/love of your life, into the cruel Lord Vader. With him in power, the galaxy is no longer what it once was- and it is all because of your tragic death and, ultimately, the hea...
But just as things seemed to reach a new level of passion and longing, Anakin pulled away, his sultry pink lips puffy, his chest heaving and his eyes clouded with a mix of desire and restraint. He looked deep into my eyes, and his voice was husky as he whispered:
“I’m sorry. I knew this would happen, I’m always losing control with you... But fuck.”, he ran a hand through his messy hair. “I’ve missed you so much.”
With a soft smile, I cupped his cheek, my thumb brushing over his slightly swollen lips, feeling how soft and velvety they were under my touch.
“I've missed you too, Anakin. So, so much.”, I said, looking deeply into his mesmerizing blue eyes. “And I know you're dealing with a lot right now. We both are. But this moment... it’s ours. So why don’t we just... let it all happen.”
Anakin's breaths were still heavy as he stared into my eyes, his inner battle of restraint versus desire continuing to rage on within him. His lips parted, as if he was about to say something, but then he closed them again and leaned forward to press a quick wet kiss to my lips instead.
“I wanna make things right, Y/N.”, he quietly explained his hesitance to take the next step with me.
“Well, you could start by not apologising for things you don’t need to apologise for.”, I replied with a playful smile. “Because so far I think you've already done an excellent job in doing things right.” My fingers gently traced the line of his jaw.
Anakin exhaled a soft sigh, his breath warm against my face.
“Y/N...”
He closed his eyes and tilted his head back in frustration, making his Adam’s apple stand out. All the possibilities that presented themselves to him- thatI presented to him- were killing him. He just didn’t know what to do with me.
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While Anakin was so torn, I couldn't help but admire how sharp his jaw looked in the light and the way his throat moved as he swallowed, the vulnerability in his exposed neck. In quick decision, I used this opportunity to lean in, pressing a series of kisses along the sensitive skin of his throat, catching him off guard. He let out a low, shuddering breath, and his hands instinctively found their way to my waist again, pulling me closer to him as I was still sitting on his lap.
“Y/N.”, he exhaled my name as a low groan again, his voice a mixture of desire, uncertainty and restraint.
“Yes?”, I stopped attacking his neck to meet his gaze.
He shook his head decidedly.
“No. Don’t gimme those eyes. Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”, I smiled, trying to appear all innocent and sweet.
