𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙠𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

• spoil me •

"I want it, Anakin!" You whined before giving him a pout and widening your eyes, as your grip on his bicep tightened. "Please?"

Anakin frowned as he looked down at you, his annoyed ocean eyes meeting your imploring ones. "Do you really need another dress?"

You almost gasped at the question. "Uh, yes? The party is this weekend and I need a new dress to wear. What do you expect me to do; wear something I've already been seen in before?"

He chuckled, "Whatever you wear, baby, you'll be the most gorgeous one there."

Rolling your eyes, you pulled him closer to the the diamond-encrusted nude coloured dress which was on display. "I know that, but I won't feel it unless I'm wearing this dress."

"This specific dress?" He asked incredulously, giving it a once-over. "Damn, that's a pretty hefty price tag attached to it."

You gave him a sheepish smile, hugging his arm. "Don't I deserve it?" Before he could answer, your eyes landed on a diamond necklace which would have gone perfectly with the dress. "Oh my God, Ani! I need that necklace."

"Do you, now?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes!" You answered, squeezing his strong arm between yours. "I really, really do."

He let out a sigh which let you know that he had given in, making you smile widely as you hugged his arm even tighter.

"I love you, Anakin."

"Yeah, yeah."

That was how most of your requests ended. Though you loved him unconditionally, you couldn't help but want some of the finer things in life. It wasn't like he couldn't afford it, and it made him happy to see you happy.

It wasn't just material things that you demanded from him, however. You also needed his time and effort, and if he ever neglected you he'd quickly regret it. You were his number one girl, and if you ever felt different you wouldn't hesitate to let him know.

"Are you being fucking serious?" You asked, pure rage filling you.

Anakin frowned as he entered your shared apartment, dropping his keys on the small table while the door slammed shut behind him. "What's wrong, princess?"

"Don't you 'princess' me," You spat, making your way over to him. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

He gave you an apologetic look, "I know I'm late; General Toovey wanted to go over tomorrow's agenda with me, it's a big day."

"Of course she did," You muttered bitterly, having never liked her. She looked at Anakin in a way that made you want to murder her, but she could probably snap you in half within a second, so you controlled yourself. "Ani, I told you I was making your favourite for dinner. Am I the only one who cares?"
It was the two year anniversary of your first date with him. You knew you were being over dramatic, but you also knew that you could get away with it.

"Of course I care, baby," Anakin insisted, placing his hands on your hips as he pulled you closer. "You're the most important thing in my life, and you know that."

Your eyebrows knitted together in a frown as you looked up at him. "Do you like my outfit?"
You were wearing the same short blue dress that you had worn on your first date that your friends had set you up on, and thankfully it still fit.

"You look beautiful, princess," He said with a smile as he looked you up and down.

"Is that it?" You asked, raising an eyebrow. "Nothing else to say about it?"