𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙠𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

• never get bored •

requested by Truetalent06 xx

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"This is mind-numbingly boring," You grumbled, absentmindedly pulling at the grass underneath your hands as your fingers begged for something to do.

"All we can do at this point is wait," Anakin sighed, laying down on the ground. His head tilted up towards you, his eyes squinting as the setting sun shone onto his features. "Obi-Wan should be back soon."

"He should've been back hours ago!" You exclaimed before standing up and stretching out your legs, kicking them upwards to regain some feeling in them. "Please, help me fill this empty evening. It feels like such a waste to just sit around, waiting."

Your words seemed to have triggered a thought in Anakin's head as he, too, stood up, a sly smirk growing on his lips and filling you with unease. "There is... something we could do."

"Oh?" You raised an eyebrow, looking up at him. "Like what, Anakin?"

"Well," He began, taking a step closer to you. "It's a lot of effort, and your legs may ache afterwards... but it's worth it."

You knew exactly what he was getting at as he looked down at you with mischief in his eyes, but you couldn't grant him the satisfaction of admitting that you wanted it too. It had been almost five months since your drunken night together, and Anakin never failed to keep it in your memory. Sure, it was fun, but you had a boyfriend that wasn't aware of your adulterous night with Skywalker- meaning you had to adamantly shut down Anakin's flirtatious comments and ignore the sexual frustration that practically radiated from him whenever he was near you.

"I think I know what you mean," You said lowly, moving closer to him. Your eyes were wide and you bit your lip, taking your finger and trailing it down his chest. He held his breath as you got lower and lower, before you suddenly grabbed the handle of his lightsaber, making him suck in air. "You want to spar, don't you?"

Anakin looked slightly taken aback by your question, and you had to hold in your laughs. "Uh, what?"

"Let's practice," You suggested, pulling out your own lightsaber and igniting it. "It's been a while. I don't want to lose my touch."

He held back a smirk; he knew exactly what you were doing. "Okay. Let's fucking go."

Anakin ignited his saber and admittedly, you were slightly nervous. It had been some months since the last time you sparred him, and you knew he had only improved since then. Shaking your head of any nerves, you got into your fighting stance, awaiting his first move.

He moved quick and with purpose, your swords immediately clashing together. You pushed him backwards and caught your breath before attacking him, bringing your lightsaber down onto his.

"You've improved, Y/N," He commented with surprise, before smugly adding, "But so have I." And with that, he sent you to the ground, your back arching in pain as you hit the hard floor.

"Prick," You cried out, before jumping up to your feet and narrowing your eyes at him. "You were never that good at making anything last longer than a few seconds, Skywalker."

Anakin laughed, "I think we both know that's not true."

You rushed over to him and raised your lightsaber above your head, but he used the Force to keep your hands up there while walking over to you with an arrogant smile.

"I think we both know I could go all night," He said with a wink.

"Oh, please," You snorted, lowering your arms and slowly stepping towards him. "You couldn't find a... a sparring partner... who would want to."