Redemption

Furious •

tw: FILTHY smut

Another week, gone. Passed by without even saying goodbye.

But god, was I fucking furious. I had spent countless nights, regardless of the trauma my entire body felt, planning my attack and training with Anakin.

Anakin had done most of the groundwork. He had been planning this for a long while now. Anya passed my mind many times throughout this painful week. My body had been through so much in just a few days, yet I had come out stronger on the other side. I wanted no more than to find Anya, just to talk to someone other than Anakin.

Not that Anakin was not my favorite person to talk to, Im just fucking exhausted and need a girl friend. Sometimes it's just better.

Sometime today, I was going to find her.

Right now? I'm sitting here, hands massaging my irritated scalp as I haven't really had much time to shower. I've been so distraught over everything's that's happened, so full of anger and the need for vengeance, I haven't even thought twice about showering. It's been a few days now.

I groan in frustration at how gross that sounds, and how gross I definitely look. The plans in front of me lay sprawled out just waiting to be organized into something deadly and catastrophic. I want this to be the most powerful thing anyone has ever seen. Unsurpassable.

I had still yet to find the woman I woke up to in chains just a few weeks ago. It had been my top priority. I wanted her to die a painful death. Saw Gerrera was already dead. The last person on my list to find was my assailant from the wedding. I'd been working everyday to find both of these people, however there wasn't a single trace to either of them. 

I get up and huff out a sigh. I'm so overwhelmed with everything right now considering how much has happened in such a short frame of time. I was shot, 14 times to be exact, and now I'm planning the deadliest attack the galaxy has ever foreseen. It's stressful to say the least.

I make my way to the bathroom to turn the hot water of the shower on.

I need it.

Bad.

I turn to the mirror to look at myself, and god do I look horrible. Black bags plague my face draining any real color from me. My hair is shriveled and frizzy, making me look like a complete train wreck. I'm exhausted, both mentally and physically.

I watch as the mirror fogs up and take that as a sign to get into the shower. As I step in, the hot water hits my body and I immediately feel I've eclipsed my previous state.

I shave my legs, wash my hair and body, and step out feeling better than ever.

After lathering myself in lotion and perfume, brushing my hair, and doing some sort of very much needed skin care, I step back out into Anakin's bedroom in my towel.

"You finally shower?"

I jump, turn to my right, and see Anakin leaned up against the wall staring at me.

"Jesus, where did you even come from?" I breathe out in relief that it's just him.

"Security breach went off so I had to handle it. Turned out to be a drunk that bumped into the wrong place at the wrong time." He scoffs, throwing down his robe in annoyance. "Didn't end well for him."

His voice approaches closer and closer to me, and there's a fire burning inside of me I can't deny. I miss him. Far too much.

"You killed him didn't you?" I ask looking into his predatory gaze. Him the lion, and me the gazelle.

He advances toward me, and as he reaches me, he grabs my hips in a firm hold which forces shocks throughout my entire body.

"I only did what was necessary." He whispers in my ear, his hot breath hitting the side of my neck inflicting so many chills throughout me. I can't deny the way he makes me feel no matter how many terrible things he does.