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my-meadowlark · 8 months

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Fic: Negative Space [Ahsoka Tano/Hera Syndulla]

Title: Negative Space Fandom: Star Wars, Ahsoka (TV) Characters/Pairing: Ahsoka/Hera Rating: T Word Count: 2,749 Summary:

Hera watches Ahsoka meditate and reflects upon what she's learned about her since the end of the War — and how their relationship has evolved over the years. No big spoilers for the show. It's just we're three episodes in and the way these idiots look at each other is making me go absolutely feral. Written for prompt #1 "Friends to lovers" of @tropetember

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Ahsoka sits cross-legged in front of the viewport, but Hera knows she's not looking at the stars outside.

Her eyes are closed, her back straight in a way it never is when she's sitting just to sit. Her hands rest on her knees and she's so still and quiet Hera can count several heartbeats between the slight movements of Ahsoka's chest as she breathes in an out.

Hera knows Ahsoka is both there and not there at the same time. She's there but she's off somewhere else, too, in the Force or with the Force or within the Force. Watching her meditate always reminds Hera of the day Sabine showed her a painting that was both a vase and the profile of two people at the same time. Negative space.

Knowing Ahsoka, Hera thinks, is a lot like learning to see negative space.

Ahsoka is not a Jedi and she's not a Sith. She's the negative space around them both. She's more what she's not than what she is, and Hera is well aware she'd never be able to explain this to someone else in a way that makes sense, but then she figures she'll never have to. She'll never want to. It's for her alone to know and understand.

It's the knowledge that Ahsoka could be peeking into her thoughts right now. Could be combing through Hera's feelings and even changing them and Hera would never know. It's the absolute certainty that Ahsoka never has, and never will, cross that line. She could, but she won't. And that's what Hera admires. What makes her stare sometimes, like right now, in awe of the Togruta sitting just a few steps away from her, is not what she does. It's what she doesn't do.

And that was it, really, at first. When the war ended and it felt like the Universe itself had turned into negative space around the holes where planets and fleets and friends and love used to be. When Ahsoka would show up out of nowhere, quiet and stoic, and force Hera to feel something other than loss for a little while. Ahsoka let her cry. She let her laugh. She let her fill up with the kind of anger that would've pushed anyone else away. She let her sleep, keeping Jacen calm in a way Hera suspected had a lot to do with both of them sharing a connection through the Force. She let her heal.

Ahsoka didn't heal her. She didn't take the pain and the loss and the nightmares and hid them in a dark corner of Hera's mind with a gentle wave of her hand. Not even when Hera asked her to — not even when she begged, when desperation turned into rage and blame and accusations she flung at Ahsoka with a venom she never thought she'd be capable of. Ahsoka didn't even bring that up later, when the rage was gone and Hera would've listened. She remained there, not doing any of those things. Being the space Hera needed to heal.

And then she became something else.

Not a friend. Sabine was her friend. Chopper was her friend. Ahsoka was not her friend. They didn't have friendly, light-hearted conversations, they didn't share drinks, they didn't have inside jokes. She knew Ahsoka and Ahsoka knew her and their bond — because there was one — was as quiet as Ahsoka when she meditates. It was made of shared silences. Shared spaces. It meant leaving sometimes, and watching Ahsoka leave. Days and weeks and months seeing only holograms of each other but knowing with absolute, unwavering certainty that they'd cross galaxies in the blink of an eye to be there if the other needed them.

Hera'd never felt the Force, but she imagined it must feel a bit like whatever she shared with Ahsoka. Something that was in her and around her and with her. Within her. Something invisible but present. Something you couldn't touch but you could feel, somehow. It was complicated. She couldn't explain it, but she didn't have to because she knew Ahsoka understood. And that was enough.

Until it wasn't.

Until Ahsoka's presence started rattling her instead of grounding her. Until she suddenly saw the profiles instead of the vase — saw what she wanted from Ahsoka instead of what she had — and she couldn't make herself go back to looking at the picture the way she used to before.

She'd been watching her meditate for a while. Minutes, maybe. Maybe hours. There was something unnerving about being so restless when Ahsoka was so at peace. Was she at peace? Maybe she wasn't. Maybe she felt just as off-kilter as Hera did and meditating was her way of dealing with it. Of reeling it in. Of keeping herself steady on her feet.

"Ahsoka." Hera never interrupted her. Not ever. It was part of their non-friendship, respecting each other's spaces and silences. She knew those moments were important for Ahsoka, as not-a-Jedi. But she couldn't help herself.

Ahsoka was there but wasn't, and she didn't immediately respond to Hera's voice. She didn't respond at all, actually, which only gave Hera a few extra seconds to think about the situation they were in (she was in, to be perfectly honest) and made that uncomfortable feeling lodged somewhere in her chest become even more noticeable.

"Ahsoka." A little louder this time. She saw the Togruta's blue eyes open in the reflection on the viewport.

Ahsoka moved slowly. Like she wasn't fully there just yet and her body was just going through the motions without her. It was hard to believe this was the same person Hera had seen fight countless times, all explosive strength and quick reflexes, lightsabers flowing around her like an extension of her arms. She arched one of her eyebrows in silent question, and Hera's determination wavered for a second.

"I want— I need to talk to you."

Ahsoka's posture relaxed in an almost imperceptible way. Hera knew to take it as an invitation to keep talking.

"I've been thinking." And for the first time since those first months after the War ended, Hera considered asking Ahsoka to just read her mind and put her out of her misery. "About you— well, about me. About us. About this."

This.

"I—" There was something in Ahsoka's eyes. A spark of something. It made Hera immediately aware of just much she didn't want to talk about it, actually. So she stood up from her chair. "I'm going to bed."

It had been a terrible idea. A momentary lapse of judgment. They were fine. Not friends. Not friends and not not friends. Something in the negative space between being everything and being friends. But they were fine. They were—

"Hera." She'd only taken a few steps away from Ahsoka, so the Togruta didn't have to raise her voice to get her attention and stop her in her tracks. "Talk to me."

"I want to kiss you," she blurted out because that was the gist of it, she figured. That was what kept running through her head. What kept her tossing and turning in her bunk instead of getting a good night's rest. What was consuming every rational thought. She wanted to kiss Ahsoka. She wanted to kiss and touch and feel her so much she was starting to lose sight of the line between want and need.

Ahsoka stayed where she was. Quiet and stoic and beautiful and something else. Not surprised. Not angry. Not happy. Something else.

"I'm—" Hera started, and then stopped herself because an apology would have been a lie and they never lied to each other. She wasn't sorry. She was something else. "I'm going to bed."

Ahsoka didn't stop her that time.

And she wasn't there in the morning.

It wasn't the first time Ahsoka disappeared. Sometimes she let Hera know she'd be leaving beforehand, sometimes she didn't. Sometimes they talked right away, and sometimes they didn't. This time they didn't. But this time was different, and the knowledge that something had changed between them — that things may never be the same — occupied Hera's thoughts every second she wasn't focusing on a mission instead. She counted the hours and then the days and the weeks without hearing from Ahsoka and every night she found it harder to fall asleep.

"Hera."

Ahsoka's voice reached her in her sleep and pulled her back to consciousness so gently Hera wondered whether her Force abilities had been involved. If she'd been any less surprised to see Ahsoka in her quarters in the middle of the night after weeks of silence, she probably would have asked.

"What—?"

"I've seen what attachment can do to a Jedi." Ahsoka shook her head slightly, almost as if she was trying to jostle her thoughts into place. "I've seen what love can do to a Jedi. The fear of losing the person you love, I've seen what it can do to a great Jedi. To the best Jedi. To the ones he loved. To— to the galaxy itself. I've seen how much destruction it can bring."

There was a disconnect somewhere. They were looking at the same picture but seeing different things, because Ahsoka talked about destruction and fear and darkness so deep it seemed to surround her as she spoke, but all Hera felt when she thought about her feelings for Ahsoka was warmth and light and the faintest glimmer of hope after so much loss. And the distance between them suddenly seemed too large to bridge.

"I can't risk that. I can't risk you." Ahsoka's eyes widened as if her own words had surprised her, and she took one step back, away from the bunk where Hera was still struggling to put every piece of this surreal situation together in her head. "I can't."

It took four days for Ahsoka to appear again after she left Hera's quarters. She marched into the room with all the determination of a woman on a mission, strides long and feet hitting the floor so firmly Hera was surprised when ripples didn't appear on the surface of her tea.

"Fear leads to anger," she said by way of greeting, cryptic as only a former Jedi who's no Jedi can be, "do you understand?"

Hera left her mug on the desk and turned her chair around so she could fully look at the woman in front of her.

"No, Ahsoka." Hera was a bit tired. A bit tired of waiting and wondering and being kept in the dark about whatever Ahsoka had been thinking of since Hera's confession. "I don't understand."

"Fear," Ahsoka repeated, as if a more clear enunciation would help bring Hera up to speed, "leads to anger. To hate. To suffering. To the—" Ahsoka took a step forward, placed her hands on the arm rests of Hera's chair, and in just a second got closer to Hera than she'd ever been before.

"It's fear," she said, voice barely above a whisper and body firmly in Hera's personal space, "and love— you can't love without fear."

Ahsoka looked so sure of herself, so firm in her belief that she'd found a way to explain whatever jumble of thoughts was in her head to Hera, that Hera almost felt bad when she simply refused to go along with it.

"Of course you can," she simply said, punctuating her words with a slight shrug to really drive her point home, "I'm not afraid."

"But you—"

"I'm not afraid." Hera covered one of Ahsoka's hands with her own and let the unspoken words in the negative space around her lack of fear — the silent implication that she loved Ahsoka — sink in for the woman in front of her.

It took several heartbeats for Ahsoka to speak again, and when she did there was something in her eyes that made Hera feel like she was looking through a window into the past.

"Once you love someone you can lose them."

"I know," Hera said, and the look in Ahsoka's eyes told her she knew exactly who Hera was thinking of.

"How can you not be afraid?"

For a second, Ahsoka wasn't the formidable warrior Hera had come to know and respect. She wasn't one of the last Temple-trained Jedi in the Galaxy. She wasn't a fighter, a hero, a rebel leader, or a veteran of many wars. She was the empty spaces left behind by everything she'd gone through to become all those things. And Hera had never loved her more.

"Because it's worth it," she simply said, free hand moving to cup Ahsoka's cheek, "Because I know love, and I know loss. And love is worth all the pain."

"If anything happened to y—"

"It won't." Hera leaned forward, let her nose gently brush against Ahsoka's as she turned her head to press a kiss to the corner of the Togruta's mouth. Ahsoka looked like she felt the weight of the Galaxy on her shoulders, and Hera was ready to lighten it up. "Because I'm General Hera Syndulla," another kiss, to Ahsoka's lips this time, lingering even if Ahsoka's slight smile made kissing her trickier than it should have been, "and I'm the best pilot in the Galaxy."

"That's debatable," Ahsoka murmured against Hera's lips, tone lighter already, teasing as she moved forward and rested one knee on the seat of Hera's chair. "But you do have Chopper to fill in the gaps."

Hera chuckled, something light and quiet and cut short by the press of Ahsoka's lips against hers.

Ahsoka kissed a lot like how she fought. She kissed confident and graceful and bold. She kissed Hera until her brain and lungs were empty and her heart full to the brim, and when she pulled away and Hera took in a much-needed breath Ahsoka looked into her eyes and stole it all over again.

"If I feel myself turning towards—"

"You won't." Hera gave Ahsoka's hand a gentle squeeze and pressed her free hand to Ahsoka's chest, right above her heart. She had no doubt Ahsoka knew things Hera could never even hope to imagine. She knew Ahsoka saw and felt things only a very select few could. But Hera knew Ahsoka's heart.

"If I do," Ahsoka insisted, serious enough that Hera understood what she needed was to feel like there was a plan in place, and not to hear that Hera didn't believe they needed one at all, "I'll disappear. I won't put you or Jacen in danger. I won't put anyone in danger."

Hera nodded. Let herself consider it as a possibility, because she knew that was what Ahsoka needed from her. And then she kissed her again, slow and deep until she could barely manage to whisper the words.

"I'm not afraid."

And now, here they are. Here she is. In love with a woman who's not a Jedi and not a Sith and not her friend and not her lover. Something else. Something bigger than all that. Something unexplainable. Something she doesn't particularly want to explain.

"I can feel you staring." Ahsoka tries to keep her voice even, but Hera can feel the smile right there in the spaces between the words.

"Oh, I wasn't hiding. I'm not ashamed of my staring."

Ahsoka lets out a breath that sounds almost like a chuckle as she stands up and turns away from the viewport to look at Hera instead.

"How was the mission?"

"Good," Hera shrugs, "easy," she extends one of her hands towards Ahsoka and smiles when she immediately takes it and walks closer to Hera, "very long."

"Hm," Ahsoka hums her agreement, warm fingers already making their way under the hem of Hera's shirt, "two weeks. Not the longest, but—"

"Long enough," Hera finishes for her, and Ahsoka smiles.

"Stay over." Ahsoka's hand climbs up, up, up under Hera's shirt, fingertips counting her ribs one by one until they reach the underside of Hera's right breast and her breath catches in her throat. "I have to leave tomorrow. A week. At least."

It's what Ahsoka doesn't do. What she doesn't say. What she doesn't ask for. But Hera hears her anyway.

"I'm not afraid," she reminds her, like she's been doing before and after every mission for over two years now, and kisses her until the worried crinkle on her forehead disappears.

Ahsoka looks into her eyes, quiet and stoic. Not a Jedi, not a Sith, not her friend, not her lover, but hers anyway.

"Neither am I."

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jediavengers · 4 months

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I know you’re in love with him

WARNINGS: Smut, p in v, choking, oral (f recieving), dirty talk, dom!anakin, sub!reader, unestablished relationship

WORD COUNT: 4.3k

Summary: Anakin find out a little too much when eavesdropping on Y/N and Padmé.

"I can't thank you two enough for coming here on such short notice."

The sound of birds chirping and the feeling of the golden warm sun calmed both Anakin and Y/N, which made them kindly smile to the Senator in front of them.

"Of course, Padme. Anything for a friend." Y/N pulled Padme into a embrace. Anakin stood back, letting the two reunite.

As they pulled away, Padme politely nodded to Anakin. "I'm sorry to pull you away from more pressing duties, but it seems like my life is on the line yet again."

"Don't apologize." Y/N insisted. "Besides, we'd both rather be on Naboo for a few weeks then be fighting in the war. It's exhausting."

Anakin nodded in agreement. "It's kind of like a vacation for us."

Padme smiled at them both. "I'm glad you guys have some downtime then. I doubt anyone is going to try to hurt me here, but they just wanted someone to stay with me until the threat is caught." After a few more minutes of catching up, Padme began to lead them inside.

Y/N and Anakin had been to her lake house before, but the beauty of the interior still didn't fail to make them both look around in awe.

"I'll show you to your room." Padme gestured for them to follow her, leading them down a long hallway. "Here."

Padme opened a large oak door, leading them inside. As they walked in, Y/N's jaw dropped at the sight. A beautiful four poster king sized bed sat on one end of the room, and on the other end was a living space. An attached bathroom with two large doors that were wide open was on one wall, and Y/N could see the large jacuzzi that was implanted in the floor.

Even though it was glorious, her mind was on one thing. There was only one bed. Anakin's mind had drifted there too, obvious confusion and concern adorning his features.

"Padme, it's beautiful but.. There's only one bed." Anakin spoke, setting down his and Y/N's bags on the ground.

"Sorry about that, but I wanted to make sure you guys got the best room of the house." Padme smiled excitedly. "It's almost as nice as the master. I figured since you two have had a lot going on, as well as the fact that i'm taking you away from more pressing matters, you would enjoy a nice room like this."

"I love it- i really do, but um.. would it be possible for me to stay in a separate room?" Y/N asked.

"Do you not like it?" Padme frowned, sadly looking around at her decor.

Anakin shook his head quickly. "No, no, we both love it. It's just, one bed and there two of us."

"It's a king sized bed, i'm sure you'll have plenty of your own space." Padme smirked, causing Y/N to furrow her eyebrows. "Well, feel free to get unpacked. I'm going to go check if the chef has started on dinner yet." Padme gave no time for interjections, leaving the two Jedi alone.

Padme shut the door behind her, causing Y/N and Anakin to awkwardly stare at each other for a couple moments. Eventually, Y/N turned away, walking over to what she assumed was a closet. She began to unpack her clothes, hanging her robes and other pieces of clothing up. She left her panties and bras in her bag, figuring it would be better to hide them away.

"I'm sorry." Anakin spoke.

Y/N confusedly turned to him, furrowing her eye brows. "Sorry? For what?" She questioned, zipping up her bag.

"For having to share a room." Anakin shrugged. "I mean, it's not ideal. I'll try not to hog the bed."

"No, it's okay." Y/N turned back around, placing her bag in the closet. "We're best friends, it's not that big of a deal."

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Y/N had gone to spend some girl time with Padme a few hours ago after dinner, leaving Anakin to have some time for himself. He was nervous, but honestly excited, about sharing a bed with Y/N so he took some time to calm his nerves.

After leaving them alone for a while, he figured he could give them some company. Stepping out of his room, he began to walk to Padmés room.

As he approached her room, he heard their voices through the door.

"God, I just wish there were some suitable men." Padme groaned. Anakin could hear shuffling through the cracked door, making him flinch and back away a few steps.

"I know there's someone out there for you, Mae. What's your type? Maybe I could hook you up with someone." Y/N suggested, chuckling at the finish of her sentence.

"You? Set me up with someone? I'm sorry, Y/N/N, but you're a Jedi. You don't know many men who are on the market." Padme replied.

"I guess you're right. Anyways, so tell me, what is your type?" Y/N asked again. Anakin could hear a heavy sigh and then a groan.

"I guess.. I like guys with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Tall, obviously. Oh and I don't like super sensitive men. Like grow up, ya know?" Padme ranted, making Y/N laugh.

Anakin furrowed his eyebrows at the last comment, but continued listening.

"What about you, Y/N? What's your type?" Padme questioned.

"I don't have a type." Y/N answered.

"Come on, Y/N/N. Even though you're not allowed to have attachments you can still think guys are hot." Padme teased, making Y/N giggle. "Come on girl, tell me."

"Fine. I guess.. Blonde curly hair. But not platinum blonde, more like a dirty blonde. Blue eyes.. Tall, muscular but not beefy. And ambition is really attractive. Loyalty and bravery. Oh and I love a man who's dominant." Y/N rambled, making a light blush appear on Anakin's cheeks.

"For someone who isn't supposed to have attachments and doesn't have a 'type', it sounds like you're describing a certain someone down to every small detail." Padme giggled. Anakin leaned against the wall, trying to hear them better. His heart fluttered followed by his stomach twisting.

Anakin heard a thump and then a soft groan, followed by Y/N huffing. "I have no clue what you're talking about."

"Don't hit me! And of course you don't." Padme teased. "It's not like you just described Anakin almost perfectly. The one thing you're forgetting about him is that he's a big baby. I don't know how you can handle being around him that often. He's such a whiner!" Anakin frowned deeply, folding his arms across his chest.

"Hey!" Y/N snapped. "First of all, don't say that. He's just sensitive. Second of all, I was not describing Anakin!"

Padme let out a loud cackle, another thump and groan sounded after a moment. "I said that to get a rise out of you. And save it, Y/N I know you're in love with him."

Anakin's heart rate quickened, and he couldn't help but smile softly.

"Love? Seriously? If anything I just think he'd be good in bed." Y/N snorted. "I've had casual hookups before with no attachment, so thinking he's attractive isn't against the code."

"Whatever you say." Padme answered. "All I know is that friends don't look at friends that way."

There was a few moments of silence, causing Anakin to assume the conversation was over. Just as he was about to walk away, Padme began to speak again.

"You know, I'd bet if you asked him to fuck you he probably would."

"Padme!" Y/N scolded. "What's the matter with you?"

Loud giggles erupted and Anakin couldn't help but smirk. "Even though I wouldn't mind getting laid, I couldn't do that. Especially not with him. The council would flip if they knew two of their Jedi fucked each other, not to mention the fact that he's the chosen one and all."

"I guess." Padme whispered. "Good thing you're not on Coruscant right now.. No one would know."

"Mae, you can be such a bad influence, I swear." Y/N's tone of voice was irritated. "I hate to break it to you, but I'm never having sex with Anakin, as much as I'd like to." Anakin's eyes widened at the last statement, and he could feel his pants become uncomfortable as his mind began to wander.

"So you admit it! You do want him!"

"Fine. Yes. But even though I may feel something for him, I could never act on it." Y/N softly replied.

"At least you get to share a bed."

"Yeah, about that, what the hell were you thinking? Putting us in a room together?" Y/N shouted.

"Quiet down, unless you want Anakin to hear us." Padme whisper screamed. "I told you why I did it. I did it so you guys could have the nicest suite."

"Cut the bullshit, Ms. Matchmaker. I know for a fact every room in this damn house is nicer than any bedroom i've ever had." Y/N replied.

"Fine. You guys just needed a little shove, okay? You both are stubborn and would never admit to your feelings, so why not help out a little?" Padme reasoned. "Come on, just admit it. You know you like sharing a bed with him."

After a few more minutes of eavesdropping, Anakin backed away. Heading back to their shared room, he closed the door and began to nervously pace.

It wasn't long after that Y/N had entered, oblivious of Anakin's newfound knowledge. As she walked in, Anakin stopped pacing, facing her with his brows furrowed.

"You good?" She rose her brows, heading over to the closet.

"Yes! I- i mean yes." Anakin's voice was high pitched at first, but he quickly deepened it.

"Uh- alright." Y/N grabbed her pajamas, walking to the bathroom. "I'm going to get changed."

Y/N braided her soft Y/H/C hair, the thick locks falling over her shoulder. She slipped on her pajamas, the less revealing pair that she brought. She thought she would be having her own room, so most of her pajamas consisted of either satin nighties or thin and very revealing night dresses. She did pack one less suggestive pair of pajamas, which was a matching button up and shorts. It was black with small pink hearts adorning it. The trim was a matching pink, and the shorts had a satin bow.

She felt childish, but they sure were comfortable. After Y/N finished getting ready to sleep, she took a breath and exited the bathroom.

She internally groaned when she saw Anakin laying on the bed. He was under the duvet, but she could see his upper half which was bare. He had his flesh arm draped over his eyes, not noticing that she had come out of the bathroom.

Y/N stayed quiet, walking over to the closet and placing her dirty clothes in a hamper that was provided.

"Aw, your pajamas have little hearts on them!" Anakin laughed, causing Y/N to turn back so she could glare at him.

"Shut up." She rolled her eyes, walking over to the bed. She slipped under the covers, giving them a good amount of personal space. "At least i'm not shirtless."

"Hey, I don't like to sleep with one on. It's uncomfortable." Anakin defended, which made her furrow her eye brows and shoot him a glare.

"Whatever."

Y/N's irritated demeanor was definitely from the conversation her and Padmé had earlier. Her sexual frustration as she well as the fact that Padmé called her out for her obvious feelings for Anakin made her on edge. Especially since these feelings had been building for years and this is the first time someone had called her out for it.

After a few moments of silence, she felt the bed shift, which caused her to glance over at Anakin. His expression was unreadable, but the fact that he was slowly inching towards her made her swallow nervously.

"What did you and Padme talk about?" He asked in a sing song voice. He was now right next to her, laying on his stomach with his chin resting in his hands.

"Girl stuff." She shortly replied, furrowing her eyebrows at his weird behavior. Slightly uncomfortable since she was in fact talking about him with Padme, she picked at her nails.

"Girl stuff? Like the guys you want to fuck?"

Y/N's head shot up to look at him. His head was still in his hands and he had a goofy grin on his face. "I have no clue what you're talking about." She looked back down at her hands, resuming the picking she was doing to her cuticles.

"That's not what I heard." He sang, sitting up. Y/N dead panned, looking up to meet his blue eyes. "Are you seriously going to make me say it outright? i heard you, Y/N. I heard that you want to fuck me."

"Uhhhh-" Y/N shot out of the bed, her heart racing. She wasn't one to face her problems, she usually avoided them.

"Hey! Where are you going!?" Anakin shouted, standing up as well.

"What? Sorry can't hear you!" Y/N croaked, rushing to the door. Guess she'd be sleeping in Padmé's room tonight.

But right before she could leave, Anakin grasped her wrist and spun her around so they were now facing each other. His face was no longer teasing, but now it was serious.

"Come on, Y/N/N. We need to talk about this." He spoke, furrowing his eyebrows.

"There's nothing to talk about, Anakin. You invaded my privacy. I wasn't going to say anything to you for a reason." Y/N snapped, glaring up at him.

"Why not?" He conveniently ignored the invasion of privacy comment, making Y/N roll her eyes. "Why weren't you going to say anything?" He was still gripping her wrist which made Y/N nervously swallow.

"We're not having this conversation. Now let me go." Y/N sternly spoke, looking up into Anakin's blue eyes. She could feel her self control slipping.

"No, you don't just get to act like you didn't say what you said. You can't leave me hanging." Anakin pleaded.

"You invaded my privacy, you twat. You found out something I wanted no one to know. You and l both know we're not supposed to have attachments so i'm not-"

"Fuck the code. I don't care." His voice was deadly, which made Y/N freeze and gulp nervously. "I've been controlling myself for years now. I haven't done or said anything because I wasn't going to do that to you. Not if you didn't feel the same. But, fuck, you do feel the same and now I can't not have you."

"What are you saying?" Y/N whispered, searching his cerulean eyes.

"I'm saying that I not only want to fuck you but I want you. Not just your body. I love you." His words were quiet and strained.

Y/N's eyes widened, and after a moment, all self control was gone. Their lips were smashed together perfectly, their bodies shoved against each other. Y/N was slammed against the wall, all sense of gentleness thrown out the window.

Anakin's hands were gripping her hips and her hands were tangled in his curly blonde hair. Their kisses were quick and rough, teeth clashing and lips already growing sore from the desperate roughness.

"Need you." Anakin spoke in between kisses, his hands finding their way down to her ass and cupping it. He squeezed it firmly, making her whimper into his mouth.

"Then have me."

That gave him the permission to do what he's always wanted to do. He picked her up, their lip lock not breaking as he carried her over to the bed. He threw her onto the plush mattress, their kiss breaking momentarily.

He crawled on top of her, running his hands all over her body before smashing his lips back onto hers. Y/N swiped her tongue against his bottom lip, asking for entrance. He complied, letting their tongues meet in a messy battle of dominance.

Anakin's hand found her breast, squeezing it firmly through her shirt as he continued kissing her. He broke the lip lock, letting his kisses find their way to her neck. He wasn't being merciful. he immediately started harshly sucking on her sensitive skin, bruises sure to form.

Y/N arched her back a small amount as he found an extra sensitive spot, making Anakin smirk against her skin. His kisses traveled down until he let go completely, wetting his lips as his hands ran their way down to her shorts. Without wasting another second, he yanked her pajama shorts down, taking her underwear with them. He immediately spread her legs, taking in the sight of her dripping sex.

"Fuck." Anakin whispered. "So wet." He took his index finger and thumb, spreading apart her slick folds so he could have a better look at her soaked hole. "All for me?" He teased, not taking his eyes off of her tight cunt.

Y/N's cheeks burned red and she embarrassedly covered her face with her hands. "Ah ah ah," Anakin tutted. With his free hand he swatted her hands away. "Look at me when i'm touching you." Y/N took a shaky breath and looked back down at him, wetting her lips as her eyes met his. "Atta girl."

Without any foreplay or warning, Anakin shoved his face into her pussy, his lips attaching to her clit immediately. His vigor made Y/N arch her back and let out a loud moan.

She wasn't expecting him to touch her so roughly as quickly as he did, but Maker, did it feel good. "Anakin!" She cried out, making him pull away and give her a stern look.

"Gotta stay quiet for me, Angel." He purred, immediately attaching his lips back to her swollen clit.

Her moans were now soft and quiet, eager to listen to his demands. Anakin ran his tongue up and down her slick pussy, wanting her to feel every touch and every movement of his tongue. He slowly pushed one finger into her cunt, making her bite down on her fist to suppress the sounds she was so eager to release. As she arched her back, Anakin shoved his face harder into her pussy, quickening his pace so he could bring her to her orgasm.

He swiftly added another finger, pumping in and out of her hole with such ease and vigor that made her whole body tremble.

She was basically a mewling mess, which made Anakin smirk into her pussy. He could feel her walls clench around his fingers, signaling she must be close to her orgasm. He didn't stop his movements, he continued to desperately lap at her clit and dip his fingers in and out of her.

"Fuck! Ani- i'm so-" Y/N was too caught up in the pleasure to finish her words, instead, she bucked her hips up to his face, needing more.

Anakin knew what she wanted, so he harshly sucked at her clit and added a third finger, causing Y/N's back to arch so much that it began to hurt.

Anakin curled his fingers in her sopping cunt, brushing against her spongey g-spot she so desperately needed stimulated.

"Im-" She began to speak, but her impending orgasm interrupted her. Instead of finishing her words, her slick gushed all over Anakin's face and fingers. He didn't slow down his pace, causing her whole body to twitch and tremble in pleasure and overstimulation. "Oh- oh my g-god!" she whimpered as he eased her out of her orgasm.

He eventually pulled away, the lower half of his face completely soaked in her cum. He had a cheeky smirk on his face as he sucked her juices off of his fingers. Anakin wiped away her slick off of his chin with his bare arm, not taking his eyes off of her as he did so.

Her heart was pounding as he looked deep into her eyes, and as he slowly inched towards her so he was hovering over her, she felt small. Anakin smirked at her shyness, so to distract her, he began to unbutton her pajama shirt. He let it fall off her shoulders, exposing her skimpy black bra.

"For someone who wasn't expecting to get fucked, this sure is a slutty little thing." Anakin snapped her bra strap making Y/N shiver. She was still trembling from her orgasm, and couldn't help but whimper as she thought about how his cock would soon be buried into her cunt. Anakin unclipped her bra and groaned lowly as he saw her perky breasts, her nipples already hardened. She had goosebumps erupt on her body now that she was completely naked. "Tell me what you want." Anakin whispered, beginning to softly kiss her neck again. "Tell me."

"I-" Y/N shakily began. "I need you!" She whined.

"What do you need me to do, baby?" Anakin pulled away from her neck, grinning down at her. Y/N couldn't help but roll her eyes at his cockiness, but still gave in.

"Need you inside of me." She cried, huffing and tugging on the waistband of his sweatpants.

Anakin hummed. "Alright, if that's what you really want." He quickly pulled down his sweatpants, throwing them off to the side. He was left in black boxer briefs and Y/N could see the tent his length made through the material.

Making eye contact with her, he slowly pulled down his boxers, biting his lip as he saw her reaction. Y/N whimpered at the sight of his thick length, wondering how the fuck that would fit in her little hole.

"Don't you worry pretty girl, i'm gonna make that pretty little pussy feel so good." Anakin wrapped his large hand around his cock, pumping it a few times before he spread her legs again and rubbed it through her folds, still slick from her first orgasm. "All for me." He whispered under his breath.

Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist and bucked her hips, desperate to be filled. Anakin complied, slowly pushing his cock into her needy cunt.

"Fuck!" She threw her head back and let out a shaky breath, digging her fingernails into his back.

Anakin hissed at the feeling and continued to sink himself into her pussy. As he bottomed out, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. His gentleness soon subsided, him drawing his cock out of her tight hole and shoving it back in with a single thrust.

They formed a steady, rough rhythm, his cock stretching her walls out so much that her legs were shaking. One hand held himself up, sitting next to her head. He gripped the sheets, and with his other hand, he snuck it onto her neck. Squeezing her throat lightly, it made her roll her eyes back into her head from bliss.

"That's it," Anakin groaned, continuing to vigorously thrust into her cunt. Y/N could feel his cock touch every part of her, something that no man had ever truly fulfilled.

"A-Ani!" Y/N whined, digging her heels into his lower back.

"Shhh," Anakin bit down on her earlobe and gently squeezed her throat again. "Gotta stay quiet for me, pretty girl."

Y/N's mouth was wide open and she complied with his request, the sounds in her throat subsiding. Her boobs bounced as he continued to thrust into her, Anakin placing the hand that was once around her throat on her right boob. As he continued to pound her relentlessly, he kneaded and squeezed one of her breasts while he sucked and bit the other one.

Anakin spoke sweet nothings to her, pushing her towards her impending orgasm. It was beginning to grow nearly impossible for Y/N not to make any sounds, so she clasped one hand over her lips while the other tugged at Anakin's blonde curls.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good." Anakin purred, throwing his head back as he thrusted into her.

"Anakin- Anakin i'm so close!" She whined, closing her eyes and letting her lips part in heavenly bliss.

"Yeah? You're gonna cum for me? You're gonna cum on my cock?" Anakin chided, squeezing the boob that he was still kneading.

Y/N nodded vigorously, wrapping her arms around his neck and whimpering quietly. "I'm gonna- i'm gonna come, Ani!"

Her walls clenched harder around his cock, pushing him towards the edge. "Hold on baby, i'm almost there." He began to thrust harder and faster, making it so they could come undone together. "Okay pretty girl, cum on my cock."

Y/N arched her back and let out a pathetic whine, the walls of her cunt clenching around his fat cock. She felt herself gush all over his length just as spurts of his cum shot into her quivering pussy. "Oh my god-" She moaned, scratching her nails down his toned back.

"Fuck, yes," Anakin let out a small whimper which made Y/N cum even harder, loving the sounds he was making.

After they rode out their highs, Anakin pulled out and collapsed next to her, the both of them breathing heavily. He wasted no time pulling her close, wrapping his long arms around her trembling and sweaty figure.

Y/N hummed clinging onto him. Their sweaty skin stuck together and the smell of sex filled the air. It was quiet for a few moments before Y/N spoke up.

"What the fuck did we just do?" She whispered, burying her face in his neck. She was still slightly out of breath.

"We just fucked."

"Anakin, i'm serious." Y/N whined, slapping his chest. "We just broke about 20 different rules."

"I don't care." Anakin shrugged, pulling her closer and pressing a soft kiss on her sweaty forehead. "I love you, and i'm not going to let the code get in the way of that."

Y/N leaned up, placing a soft kiss on his lips. "I love you too."

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