𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙠𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

• a reminder •

"You slept with Ry-Chade?" Anakin asked, an incredulous look on his face. "Is that a fucking joke?"

You were confused at his anger as you looked up at him where he stood. "Uh... no?"

"What the fuck?" He shouted, throwing his hands up. "I mean, what the fuck?"

"Anakin, why are you so pissed off?" You asked, standing up. "I thought we weren't putting any rules on our relationship - I thought you were sleeping with other people, too!"

"Well, I wasn't," Anakin said, shaking his head. "I rejected Padme fucking Amidala for you!"

You rolled your eyes and folded your arms across your chest. "Oh, I'm so sorry you missed out on her. Please, don't stop yourself on my account."

"No no no, you do not get to be angry right now," Anakin spat, pointing his finger up at you.

"I'm just saying; you can sleep with whoever you want," You explained, confused at his overdramatic reaction.

"Well I'm sorry I don't want to sleep with anyone else!" He yelled, and although his words were filled with anger, they slightly warmed your heart.

You let out a sigh, and took his hand in yours. "You should've said something earlier, Anakin. I would love to be exclusive with you."

He pulled his hand out of yours, muttered, "Whatever," and stormed out of the room.

Anakin ignored you for two full days after that. You missed him greatly, so on the third day you forced your way into his apartment.

He was sitting shirtless on the sofa, seemingly doing some important work on his tablet, and didn't even look up at you. He knew it was you before you even walked in, and carried on ignoring you.

"Come on, Anakin, you can't ignore me forever," You whined, walking over and sitting next to him on the sofa. "I miss you."

You were wearing nothing but one of his tshirts as a way to distract him from his anger, but it wasn't working. He didn't react at all to your words, and it was as though you weren't even there.

Huffing, you pulled on his arm. "Anakin, please! I'm sorry, okay? I promise I'm all yours from now on."

Silence.

"Anakin," You cried with a pout, before lowering your voice to a whisper and bringing your lips to his ear. "I'm horny."

He cleared his throat, but still refrained from speaking or even looking at you.

You knew you almost had him. Smirking, you straddled his lap and rested your head on his shoulder. He sighed and moved his tablet to the side and continued typing on it.

"Come on, Master Skywalker," You moaned, slightly moving your hips. "I said I was sorry. And that I'm yours."

You even flicked his nipples but he remained unaffected, and you grew extremely frustrated.

Then your eyes landed on his arm. You always loved Anakin's arms. They were one of the first things that made you see him in a sexual way. They were toned and strong, and the sheer power they held turned you on to no extent.

He didn't react when you took his hand and sat on his forearm. His eyebrows slightly knitted together in confusion for a split second, but he quickly relaxed his face again and went back to ignoring you. You almost burst into tears when he continued acting like you didn't exist.

You bit your lip, almost scared, but ignored any niggling insecurities and let your confidence shine through. Without any further hesitation, you sank your uncovered crotch down onto his arm. You saw his eyes widen immediately, but he kept them on his tablet.