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bloatedandalone04 · 10 months

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Heartbreak Prince

➪the one where you’re a princess and anakin saves you in more ways than one. (requested)

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut, unprotected sex, praise kink, hair pulling, mutual pining, cheating, forced marriage, descriptions of injuries, pet names to the max, mentions of bad past sexual experiences, possible part 2 if i get inspired

Word Count: 8k

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The pain in your ankle was nothing compared to the feeling of your heart beating loudly in your chest. You sit back against the seat and refrain from glancing over at the man who had saved you countless of times before you had been carried onto his ship.

He was beautiful, for a lack of better words.

The scar that began in the middle of his forehead and went to just below his right eye only added to the overall attractiveness of his face and you found yourself drawn to the imperfection whenever you allowed yourself to look at him.

He was sitting in the pilot seat, so his back was towards you. It made meeting his eye a lot harder to do, but not impossible as you had caught him looking back at you more than once now, despite him trying to play it off afterwards with a clearing of his throat.

There was something there. You could feel it.

It could very well be the need to please the kind man who had risked his life to save yours, or it could be the fact that you were running on pain and fear at the moment. It could also be the attraction you felt deep within you, the surge of heat that flooded your body every time your eyes met his.

It was unlike anything you had ever felt before. And you welcomed it with open arms.

Sitting in the back of the ship filled you with a sense of adventure, something you never allowed yourself to feel as it seemed as though your life had already been planned out for you;

Attend your coronation to be crowned Queen of Alderaan, Marry King Vinny, become a stay at home mother who will never have to leave the house, and carry your husband’s children.

That wouldn’t be so bad, if it was what you wanted.

Sure, you wanted to get married one day and have a baby or two, but to and with someone you were deeply in love with, not someone who only saw you as a personal benefit.

An object. A form of insurance, really.

You wanted out.

Grabbing onto the bottom of the seat, you’re unable to dwell on your past and future any longer as the Knight has stood up and made the few steps towards you. He held out his hand to you as the other man brushed past him and opened the door. You take the gloved hand of the handsome stranger, allowing him to pull you up and onto your feet.

He murmurs a quiet, “Princess,” as a way of asking for consent. You nod once and wrap your arm around his shoulder when he leaned down to grip the back of your thighs. He lifted you up with ease, the tears in your dress doing very little to prevent his skin from touching yours as he exited the ship.

You try to ignore the musky scent that radiates from him as he carries you into the biggest structure you have ever seen. A temple, perhaps?

He carried you through hallway after hallway, never once bumping into another person. Was he keeping your presence a secret? Or was this massive building void of anyone else other than you and him?

You lock your hands around his neck as you ask, “Where are you taking me?”

His hold on you never falters as he turns a corner, his grip firm but gentle. “Somewhere away from the eyes of the Jedi,” he answered and you looked up at him, your eyes focusing on the small freckles that littered his face. “I can look at that ankle for you, as well. If you want.”

Your lips curve upwards as you avert your eyes to the stone walls as they pass by. “What, you’re a trained medic now, too?” You tease quietly, feeling your face heat up in pride when you catch sight of the way his lips mimicked yours in a small smile.

“I wouldn’t go as far as to say that,” he simply says as he stops in front of a door.

“I am eternally grateful for your honesty,” you say as he somehow manages to open the door while still holding you in his arms. He shakes his head at your words as he enters the room, the door shutting quietly behind him. You glance around the space and feel your body tense up at the sight. “Where are we?”

“My room,” he answers as he crosses the large space to gently sit you down on his bed.

You nod in understanding, shying away from his intense gaze as you look at the floor. “It’s nice,”

He opens his mouth to respond before three knocks are heard at the door. He glances back at it before turning to you. “This will only take a second,” he promised, gesturing to your still throbbing ankle. “Then I can check to see if anything is broken.”

You nod again and watch as he walks back to the door and gets pulled into a conversation with the man who was in the seat beside him back on the ship.

“She’s safe here, for now,” the man says in a hushed tone. “You must not let her out of your sight. Try to keep her comfortable, this is all new to her.”

“And Alderaan?”

“It’s indisposed,” your brows furrow at that as you lift your legs up to rid yourself of your uncomfortable shoes. You suck in a breath when you tug too hard on your ankle, dropping the heels beside the bed after glancing down at your red skin. “Y/n is under your protection from here on out. Guard her, keep her safe until she is able to return home.”

“You have my word, Master,” your heart swells at how genuine the Knight sounded. “Where are you going?”

“I must join the fight, Anakin. Don’t worry, I will be back as soon as it’s safe for her people,”

You chew on your bottom lip as they wrap up their quiet exchange, your eyes flickering upwards when the man enters the room once again. “Is everything alright?” You ask as he nears the bed.

He nods and moves to crouch in front of you. “You have nothing to worry about, princess,” he says as he gently lifts your leg up to inspect your ankle. “Obi-Wan will take care of everything to ensure your return to Alderaan is a safe one.”

You try to hold back a noise of distaste from both the thought of going back there, as well as the jolt of pain that shot up your leg. “And what about you?” You ask and refuse to look at the bruised skin of your ankle, knowing that the sight will more than likely make you freak out or go into shock. You hated injuries of any kind, and hated how they looked, so to see one on your own body would be like the end of the world. “I now know the name of your trusty co-pilot, but haven’t yet been told what yours is.”

His blue eyes flicker up to meet yours, one of the corners of his mouth twitching up as he sets your leg back down on the soft comforter. “Anakin,”

You blink a few times but don’t break eye contact completely as you open your mouth to respond, “Well, Anakin,” you hate how much you love the way his name sounds rolling off your tongue. “What’s the diagnosis?”

“Just a sprain,” he says as he stands back up. “You’ll be alright.”

“Wow, you could tell that by just looking at it?” You ask, more than a little shocked at the skills of the man before you. “Your lover must be proud.”

You hoped you weren’t being too obvious or too forward. You could always blame it on the pain making you act out, when in reality, you found yourself wishing that this beautiful man’s heart hadn’t been taken by someone.

Luckily, he just laughed and shook his head. “I have no lover, princess,” he says as he enters the bathroom. Your face heats up at the name, having heard it many times now from others, but loving the way it sounded when he said it. He returns a few seconds later, a roll of bandage in his hand. “But I appreciate the assumption.”

“I do apologize,” you say, moving over just a bit when he sits next to you on the bed. Gently, he takes your leg in his cold hand and sets it on his lap, his flesh hand beginning to wrap your ankle up in the bandage. “I guess I just find it hard to believe you aren’t taken by a lucky lady.”

“I’m not sure how lucky she would be,” he dismissed as he tugged softly on the end of the bandage to tightly secure it around your pulsing ankle. “I’m nothing special.”

“You saved my life,” you point out and keep your leg draped over his lap, pretending not to notice how the end of your dress slipped up to reveal a fair amount of your skin to him. “If it were me, I would never let a man like you go.”

Anakin swallowed harshly as your words sank in. Should he allow himself to return the flirt? Should he remain professional and closed off, like he was trained to do? “Jedi are forbidden to form attachments like that, anyway,”

His eyes flicker all over your face before dropping downwards and narrowing on the small piece of jewelry he had only just now noticed.

“It appears you’re already spoken for,” Anakin observes as his metal fingers wrap around your wrist and lift your hand, the sparkle of the lights reflecting off the quaint - and quite hideous - ring on your finger.

“Yeah, well,” you mutter and pull your hand away, looking down at the silk sheets beneath you. “Maybe you can save me from that, too.”

“You’re not happy?” He hoped you wouldn’t brush off his attempt to pry into your personal life. He just wanted to know more about you. He would be spending a lot of time with you while the chaos settles down on Alderaan, so why not get to know you a bit better?

That was his excuse, anyway.

“Happy?” You ask with a scoff, meeting his eyes once again. “I haven’t felt an ounce of happiness since Vinny put this atrocious thing on me.”

Anakin remained silent, wanting to hear more about you and all that you are. He couldn’t help the small, barely-there grin on his lips at the fact that you shared the same opinion of the ring as he did.

“I don’t want to be a Queen. I don’t wish to be held responsible for thousands of people, not in the way Vinny does,” you continue, unsure as to why you felt so comfortable around the Knight, enough to get into the nitty details of your future crowning. “I don’t crave that sense of power and respect I was told I’d be given once I’m married. I don’t need it or want it.”

He thought over his next words carefully before placing his hand flat on the bed next to your knee. “So, what do you want?”

After spending nearly a week with the Jedi Knight, you could safely say you knew what you wanted.

It was him.

Anakin was everything you wanted to be, explore, and adventure with. He was kind, his soul pure behind his dark and hardened exterior.

The coronation, the status, the power; you’d give it all up to spend the rest of your life with a man like him. Or, more specifically, him in general.

Anakin was fun, had exciting stories to share with you and countless places to show you. Your desire for him grew with each passing day you spent with him, tucked under his strong arm or shying away from his protective gaze.

You wanted him. And you wanted him badly.

You weren’t sure how he was able to form these kinds of urges inside of you not even a week into knowing him, but you weren’t questioning it one bit. The feelings he gave you were new and ones you had never experienced before. You felt your past self slipping away right before your very eyes, and you did nothing to stop it. You did nothing to remain as the person who once had no choice, no sense of feeling needed or wanted or important.

Anakin made you feel all those things and more. And he didn’t even need to verbally express it.

His actions alone said what his mouth couldn’t.

The way his body covered yours when you left the confines of his room. The way he was never more than a foot away from you at all times. The way he was ready to fight for you and save your life again with no hesitation at all.

Sure, it was what he was meant to do, his mission, if you will. Still, it didn’t make you feel any less important.

For the first time in a long time, you felt alive.

And you knew exactly who the reason was.

His bedroom held a lot of empty space, perfect for a quick lesson from the Knight, just in case he wasn’t there if you were to be attacked. Not that he planned on leaving your side until he knew you’d be safe, the thought of you knowing how to use a lightsaber put him at ease, even if just a bit.

He stood behind you, his metal hand wrapped around your wrist as you held the handle of his lightsaber. “Remember to keep a firm grip on this,” he reminded you as he guided your other hand to hold onto the handle as well. “The last thing you want is for it to be knocked out of your grasp while in battle.”

You nod, feeling the front of his body press against your back as he towers over you, his other hand coming up to cover the one he had just guided towards the weapon. You tried to ignore the blush that covered your face as he lined himself up with you and the feeling of his much bigger hands placed over yours.

“Ready?” He asked, his breath hitting the top of your ear and making you suppress a shiver. After you nod again, he helps guide your hands downwards in a swift motion, the lightsaber igniting in a beam of blue as it lit up the darkening room.

You squeal in excitement, nearly dropping the weapon as you jump up and down in his arms.

Anakin shook his head, a quiet laugh escaping him as you almost did the one thing he reminded you not to do. He couldn’t bring himself to be mad, however.

Your jumps stopped abruptly as you landed on your sore ankle, a whine leaving your lips as you lifted your leg to take the pressure off it. “Alright,” he says with a small laugh, taking the lightsaber from you with one hand while he keeps his other on your arm. “I think that’s enough for today.”

“Sorry,” you murmured and watched as he reached over to place the weapon on his dresser, his hand slipping down to gently grip your waist as he led you over to his bed. “Did I just ruin it?”

Anakin shook his head as you sat down on the silk sheets. He hadn’t gotten around to making the bed yet, but seeing as it was nearing nightfall, there really wasn’t any point in doing it now as he’d be turning in for the night soon, anyway. “Not at all, princess,” he answered and gestured for you to lay your sore leg across his lap once he was sitting next to you. “How bad does it hurt?”

“It’s bearable,” you shrug and bring up your hand to your mouth, your teeth beginning to chew on the nail of your thumb. “And I’ve told you to refer to me by my name.” Despite loving the way he said the word ‘princess’, the feelings that bubbled inside you everytime he called you that would make you act out sooner rather than later.

“Y/n,” he corrected himself with a teasing grin as his fingers began to gently apply pressure to the skin around your ankle. His touch was soft as to not disturb the bruised skin even more, the pads of his fingers massaging you in a way that had you holding back sounds of satisfaction.

“Better,” you send him a cheeky grin before looking down. His gloved hand rested on your knee while the fingers of his other softly soothed the ache you had just made with all your jumping.

You couldn’t help it. Anakin made everything so exciting.

The very real fact that you were expected to return to Alderaan whenever the war had ended was one you weren’t fond of in the slightest. You didn’t want to go home, didn’t want to leave the Knight who had completely changed your perspective on life and showed you that there were other things to look forward to other than marriage and power.

He filled you with a sense of adventure, a need for adrenaline and a desire for something more than what you would be met with after you married Vinny. Unwillingly married, you should say.

You always imagined you’d marry someone you were in love with, you believed that was what it was about; meet someone who flips your world upside down, fall in love with them and eventually settle down by getting married then starting a family.

That was how it should be.

And it very well could be if you were to continue down the path you were currently on.

It was unbelievably hard not to fall in love with Anakin. He proved that to you every day you got to see him, experience a bit of his life and dive into all he is.

If he asked you tomorrow to stay with him, you feared you wouldn’t hesitate one bit to agree. But the fear only added to the excitement.

After sitting in a comfortable silence for a few seconds, he breaks it and looks over at you, “I’ve been informed that the war should be over soon,” he says and you feel your heart deflate at his words. “You should be able to go home any day now.”

You wondered if you were imagining the bitterness and uneasiness in his voice. “Oh,” you say quietly and look down at your hands that rested on your lap. “That’s….that’s good.”

Your tone completely betrays you and gives away how you were really feeling. Anakin can easily tell that you’re saddened by the news, as is he, secretly. “Is it?”

You meet his eye as you pick at the skin around your nails, something he had observed you do many times during the past week. He was surprised at the many habits he’s seen you do in such a short amount of time, but it filled him with pride to know that you were comfortable enough to show him those sides of you. “No,” you answer and inhale sharply when you tug a bit too hard at the skin.

Anakin reached over and took your hand in his metal one, his touch surprisingly gentle. “Don’t you miss your home?”

You did, but, “I’d miss you more,” you say before breaking eye contact and shaking your head. “Maybe I’m wrong for thinking this, but I don’t think I could ever be truly happy there. Not after all you’ve shown me. Alderaan…it doesn’t feel like home. It doesn’t make me feel how I am now, with you.”

He felt his heart leap in his chest at your words, but he kept calm and slowly began trailing his fingers up the length of your leg. “How do you feel now?”

Do you feel the same way I do?

He hoped so.

You lift your head and shrug. “Happy,” you simply answer before adding, “You make me happy.”

Anakin did his best to ignore the surge of joy that flowed through his veins but he knew it was what gave him the confidence to lift his hand from your leg and reach for your own. His index finger spun the ring around on your left hand, his eyes narrowing at the physical evidence that someone else had already claimed you. “Vinny doesn’t make you happy?”

You shift closer just slightly, placing your feet flat on the other side of his lap so the backs of your thighs are hovering over his. “He never has,” you say. “I’ve spent nearly a year with the man and not once has he ever made me feel the way that you do. I don’t love him, Anakin. Not in the way I could love you.”

His breath hitched and had you not been a mere few inches from him, you would’ve surely missed the sound.

You were falling in love with him.

And Anakin was falling in love with you.

This felt too good to be true. It possibly was.

You were already on your way to marry another man, one who didn’t appreciate you in the way you deserve…in the ways Anakin would in a heartbeat.

He wasn’t supposed to end up here.

His task was simple; keep you safe and don’t let you out of his sight.

He never thought he would’ve ended up falling so hard and fast for you a mere few days into protecting you.

In all fairness, he was never meant to. He was told he can’t form bonds, can’t connect with someone on this deep of a level, but this felt inevitable.

He had saved your life, and you had changed his.

Anakin didn’t know what to say, so he kept quiet and instead the spinning of your ring came to a stop, his fingers pausing on the silver band before he slowly slid it off. “You deserve happiness, Y/n,” he murmurs and holds the ring between his fingers. “I hope you find the one thing that makes you truly happy….. and you never let it go.”

You inch closer, keeping your eyes locked with his for any sign that you were overstepping any invisible boundaries. “I think I’ve already found it,” you say just as quietly. Seconds pass with neither of you saying a word, your heads moving closer and closer until your foreheads are pressed together. Now looking at his lips, you offer him an out before you break and destroy any possible friendship that might have been forming between you. “If you’ll have me.”

Truth be told, Anakin didn’t think you two could ever be just friends. You were his mission and he was your protector. And friendship is overrated.

At least that’s what ran through his head before he closed the distance completely and pressed his lips to yours.

It was inevitable. You two were too close, both mentally and physically, his hand extending outwards and carelessly letting go of the ring. It fell to the ground, the sound of it hitting the floor a mere background noise as his hands went to either side of your face.

He pulled away first, his thumb gently stroking the bone of your cheek as his eyes became fixated on the sight of your parted lips. Your own eyes stayed closed as you longed for the feeling of his lips on yours again.

Reaching your hand up, you grip the back of his neck and kiss him once more. This one was more heated, more desperate and needy as his hands moved to your waist. You hardly had a chance to process what was happening as he pulled you onto him, your knees pressing into the mattress beside his hips as you straddle him.

Your other hand lifts up and tangles in his hair, your fingers gently tugging on the curls at the base of his neck. Your lips melded against his damn near perfectly, your back arching and allowing your chest to press right up against his.

Anakin angled his head to the slide, his hands pulling you closer by the waist as he deepened the kiss. “I’m selfish”, he murmured against your mouth as he pressed another kiss to it. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

You pulled back to gaze into his eyes, your lip pouting just a bit as you shook your head. “I’m the selfish one, Anakin. You’re not supposed to form attachments yet here I am, hopelessly throwing myself at you when I know what the consequences can be,”

He holds onto you tighter, his eyes narrowing on the curve of your bottom lip. “It doesn’t matter. No one can take me away from you, princess,” he said before correcting himself. “I mean, Y/n.”

For some reason, the way he said the name didn’t make you feel like the stuck up person you felt yourself shaping into. He said it with genuine respect, unlike the forced respect you were so used to hearing. The change was unexpected but intriguing nonetheless. “No, I like when you call me that,” you say and quickly add, “It makes me feel different when I hear you say it. Makes me feel special.”

He leans in and presses kiss to your lips. “You are special,” his response sounded completely genuine and it only added fuel to the fire that was steadily building within you. “And you deserve someone who makes you feel special everyday for the rest of your life.”

You settle closer to him, gently massaging his tense shoulders. The feeling of them relaxing under your touch almost immediately had you laughing softly. “If I say I want that someone to be you,” you begin, pulling back just slightly to be able to look into his eyes. “Will I be making a mistake?”

“You might be,” he trailed off, returning his forehead to yours. It was if he didn’t want to part from you, like the only thing he wanted at that moment was to feel you against him in any way he could. “But I believe that I would be making a bigger mistake if you were to leave without knowing how I feel about you.”

You wait for him to continue, your fingers dancing across his chest when he doesn’t. “How do you feel about me?”

He shakes his head, his eyes raking over your entire form as you rested on top of him. “Too strongly to form words,”

Chewing on your bottom lip, you carefully choose what to say next, knowing that you both wanted the same thing. “Then show me,” you offer, gently grabbing his wrists in your hands. “Touch me, Anakin. Let me feel the things you can’t put into words.”

Anakin, the gentleman he is, stilled in your grasp. You took it upon yourself to place one of his hands on your lower back and the other on your chest, right over your heart. He looked up at you as he felt the steady beating of your heart against his glove covered hand, his own heart hammering harshly against his chest. “I don’t want you to leave,”

His words were nothing but genuine, held nothing but sincerity and they came out sounding borderline desperate, but it only made you nod in agreement. “I don’t want to leave you,” you say and lean in, ghosting your lips over his. “I just want you.”

At your confession, Anakin closes the gap between you again and presses his lips to yours in a searing kiss. Like the first one, it quickly takes your breath away and you grip onto his shoulders to steady yourself as a wave of dizziness washes over you.

You tug him closer, your thumbs pressing into the base of his neck as you angle your head to get better access to his mouth.

Acting on your previous wishes for him to show you how he felt, Anakin allowed his hands to travel to the end of your shirt and lift it up, his flesh hand feeling the goosebumps that he had caused against the skin of your stomach.

A feeling of pride filled him at the visible proof of how well your body reacted to his touch. His growing theory that you were made for him only felt that more real as you allowed him to remove the shirt from your body completely, your chest now bare and exposed for only him to see.

Just as he expected, you were nothing short of beautiful.

He pulled away just long enough for him to be able to guide you to lay on your back, your head resting just below the pillows as he hovered over you. He leaned back in, but instead attached his lips to the exposed skin of your shoulder, the feather light touch making you feel dizzy with want.

You couldn’t remember the last time you felt like this; so wanted, needed, desired.

Vinny had never once made you feel the way Anakin does. He doesn’t compare to the urges you’ve felt since laying eyes on the Jedi Knight. He would never live up to the care and respect Anakin has shown you since arriving on Coruscant.

It was terrifying to think about the very real fact that you would be expected to return to Alderaan soon and be forced to leave everything you had grown to know behind.

Forced to leave him behind.

Your last nights with Anakin have been nothing but pure bliss, and tonight might just be the best night of your entire life. You weren’t going to waste it by dwelling on the future, weren’t going to ruin it by bringing up your eventual departure.

You were going to pretend that this was your home, that this man that was peppering your neck with hot kisses was your lover, and that everything will be fine afterwards.

It was easier to pretend than to accept reality.

His words bring you out of your cruel thoughts. “You’re so beautiful, princess,” he murmured against your skin. Your face heats up and a chill runs down your spine, the compliment you had heard many times from your people sounding so much better when it came from him.

“I want you, Anakin,” you say and watch as his eyes flicker up to meet yours. His lips leave the skin of your abdomen as he lifts his head, his blue eyes a shade or two darker than before. “I need you to make me forget about everything, even if just for a night.”

He pulls back completely as your hands push at the fabric of his shirt, the material beginning to slide off his shoulders and revealing his toned chest. Slowly he nodded, allowing your shaky fingers to pull off his glove, before taking your hands in his.

Leaning back down, Anakin presses your joined hands against the mattress beside your head and pins them there with little to no strength needed. You wouldn’t resist him, not when you were finally being given what you had wanted since the day he risked his life to save yours.

His lips connected with yours as he pressed his body down onto you, the skin to skin contact being everything you both thought it would be, perhaps even better. He wanted to take his time with you, touch every part of you and memorize the feeling so he had something to hold onto when you had to leave him behind.

He wanted to cement the map of your body into his mind, the way your legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer. He wanted to experience the way he was feeling right now for the rest of his life, however long that may be, and he wanted to never let you go.

He really was selfish.

You were not made for him, nor were you meant for him, but that didn’t make this seem any less right, any less perfect. You were perfect.

“Anakin,” Stars, he could listen to the way you said his name on repeat for the rest of his life. He pulled away from your mouth to be able to look into your eyes, leaning into your touch when you reached up to caress the side of his face. “I need to feel you. Please.”

He turns his head and presses a kiss to the palm of your hand before nuzzling his cheek against it. “Alright, angel,” he nearly whispered, his metal hand beginning to tug down the fabric of your pants. Once they were down and off your legs, he kept his other hand pressed against the mattress next to your head as he kicked off his own pants, with the help of your eager hands.

With your clothing now completely discarded there was nothing in the way of his view of your body, and yours of his. He was by far the most handsome man you had ever been blessed to see, and out of the few little run-ins Anakin has had with women, you were the most breathtakingly beautiful.

The contrast of his cold hand on your heated skin was like nothing you had ever felt before. It only added to the new and unique feelings he had provided you with since you met him.

You didn’t want to think about how boring and plain your life will be again once you are set to return home.

“Please,” you whisper again, one of your hands tangling in his hair and pulling on the strands. “Make me yours.”

Anakin’s jaw went slack at your pleads and he leaned down to press his body against yours, the skin on skin contact sending his mind into a frenzy. Locking your leg around his waist, he keeps it there with his metal hand as his other one caresses the side of your face, his elbow digging into the mattress to keep him upright.

“You want me to make you mine, sweet girl?” He asked and you took notice of how deep his voice had gotten. You nod and were about to answer him when he ran the tip of his length down your slit before pushing into you. Your mouth fell open and you grip his bicep at the stretch, your eyes falling shut. “You have no idea how much I wish you were, my angel, my princess.”

“Anakin,” you whine breathlessly and pull him closer, tilting your head to the side.

He gets the hint pretty quickly and dips his head down to begin placing open mouth kisses along the skin of your neck. At the sound of your breath hitching and the quiet moans leaving your lips, Anakin sets a steady pace that had him cursing silently. “I love the sounds you make, angel,” he mumbles, pressing a quick kiss to your jaw and then another one to your cheek. “So good, so perfect for me.”

You moan loudly at the praise, tugging a bit harder on his hair in response. “I’m not perfect, Anakin,” you dismiss his words. He pulls his head away from your neck to meet your eyes, fully prepared to call you out on how wrong you were. You beat him to it. “You’re the perfect one. You saved my life then continued to protect me with yours, and that is something I can never repay you for.”

He shakes his head, his hand that was on your leg sliding up to grip your hip as he thrusts sharply into you, successfully shutting you up. “You’re wrong,” he says as he tucks away the strands of your hair that messily fell over your forehead. He presses a chaste kiss to your lips, one that has you whining softly at how short lived it was when he pulled away. “I don’t need you to repay me. I don’t want you to. I just want you.”

You bring both hands up to rest on either side of his face, your thumbs gently stroking over his cheekbones. Your body swayed with the movement of his hips, your nose brushing against his every time he slipped into you. “Anakin,” it was the only thing you could say as any and all words seemed to have escaped you.

A deep groan that sounded borderline desperate towards the end leaves the back of his throat as he goes from slow and gentle thrusts to quick and powerful ones. “Stay with me,” he whispers against your lips. It was a selfish ask, and one he knew would be next to impossible for you to oblige to, but he couldn’t help himself.

Anakin wasn’t a liar, he meant it when he said he wanted you. He wants you more than he’s ever wanted anything in his entire life. During the twenty one years he’s lived he has never felt so strongly, so desperately about someone before, and he couldn’t help but cling onto the feeling of longing with everything he had in him.

Shutting out the rest of the world and only focusing on the way you looked beneath him, so willing and compliant, was easy. It felt right and like he was meant to experience this with you.

You fall quiet at his request, your hand pushing away his fallen curls to allow you to gaze into the sea of blue you had fallen so hard for.

Unsure of what to say as you were suddenly overcome with a sense of guilt, one so strong that you never knew you were capable of feeling this way, you lean up and connect your lips to his in a searing kiss.

He returns the kiss with about as much need as you poured into it. Your lips said the words you couldn’t form, but you knew he needed reassurance that came in the form of verbal confirmation. So, you pull away when his tip reaches a depth in you that had you seeing stars for a quick second. “I want nothing more than to stay with you,” you struggle to get out, the quick pace of his hips making your ability to speak a lot harder than normal. At the relief that flashes through his eyes, you continue, “Keep me hidden, lock me away from the others and have me all to yourself. I don’t think I could be happy anywhere else.”

Much like yourself, Anakin was also struggling to form words, your offers as well as the way you were clenching around him impossibly tight only adding to that. “I’ve waited for you, sweet girl,” he breathed out, caging you in by placing his forearms on either side of your head. “My whole life I’ve been waiting for you, and now that I finally have you I won’t let you go.”

He was possessive and said everything you craved to hear. “Never let me go,”

He pressed his lips to yours at the same time you used what little energy you had left to lift yourself up while also using your grip on his shoulders to flip him over. His lower back was now where your head was a mere few seconds ago, his chest pressed to yours as you straddled him.

This angle allowed him to reach even deeper than before and he groaned at the way your eager walls hugged him with each lift of your hips. “Just like that, princess,” he murmured against your mouth, his eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of your hands tugging at his hair.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt this good, felt this free. Vinny never let you get intimate with him, not unless he initiated it. The first time you slept with him felt like a bad dream. It was rushed, unsatisfying and one sided.

The few times you were intimate with him left you feeling cold, empty and used. You were beginning to believe that it was always supposed to feel that way, with only the man getting something out of the experience. It was why you could never bring yourself to push away the feeling of embarrassment and pleasure yourself, even after feeling so….gross once Vinny was finished.

You were even expecting this time around with Anakin to feel the same, but you couldn’t have been more wrong.

Had you known that it could feel like this….you would’ve saved yourself for him without a question.

“So good,” you manage to say as your eyes roll into the back of your head. Anakin’s hand had a death-tight grip on your waist while his other one pressed firmly against your back, hugging your body close to his. “So..deep.”

His face heats up at that, but he hides it by attaching his lips to your neck. His tongue runs along the faint marks he made way earlier into the night and the sensation has you repressing a shiver.

Your body was covered in a light layer of sweat, as was Anakin’s, but neither of you cared in the slightest.

A knot was forming within you, a rope tied so tight that it had you clinging onto him with everything you had in you. Your quiet whimpers turned into needy moans, your body begging for the release that was steadily approaching.

Anakin, much more experienced than you, you were sure, must have sensed this as he held your body in place. The pleasurable feeling halted only for a second before it returned, this time from the quick thrusts of his hips.

When it becomes too much to handle, you cry out and press yourself against him completely, his hold on you allowing you to hide away while he rides you through it.

Your walls spasm around him, making you feel impossibly tight. Anakin’s own release was inevitable when he felt you harshly clamp around him, your body’s way of trying to put a pause to the overwhelming pleasure and stop it from feeling so sensitive. You were successfully tainted, painted with the feeling of another man who would put his life on the line to save yours.

He thrusts into you two more times before falling completely still, his hand on your back sliding down so he could wrap both of his arms around your middle.

Your legs burned as you held his head against your chest and ran your fingers through his slightly damp hair. With him still buried deep within you, you pull back just enough to press a delicate kiss to his awaiting lips.

It was short lived as you both were beyond spent at this point, your bodies aching and begging for a rest. “Can we stay like this? Just for a bit?” You ask, not surprised that you weren’t feeling embarrassed or shy, like you normally did in the afterglow. You had a feeling you would never feel anything but content with him.

Anakin nodded and pushed away your hair from your forehead before placing a kiss against it. “We can stay like this for as long as you want, angel,” he answers and runs his fingers up the length of your back, his hands tangling in the ends of your hair afterwards.

“Just for a bit,” you reiterate, exhaustion lacing your voice as he pulls you down to lay on top of him. You press your cheek against his shoulder, your arms tucked against his chest as it rises and falls. “I want to spend all day with you tomorrow.”

He smiled at that, holding you closer to him. “I’ll wake you up in the morning and then we can do whatever you want,” he promises and it’s enough to leave you nothing but satisfied.

You both fell asleep rather quickly after that, and that was the beginning of the end.

You ended up waking up before him and had to untangle your body from his to be able to have a quick wash in his bathroom. It was just after you dressed yourself when someone knocked on Anakin’s door.

Not wanting whoever it was to wake the still sleeping Knight up, you quickly make your way to the door and swing it open, your heart falling when you are met with the joyful expression of Obi-Wan. “Princess,” he greeted and you forced out a smile, now sure that you only liked it when Anakin called you that. “I have some great news. The war is over! You’re free to return to Alderaan! I’m sure you’ve missed your people, as did they miss their leader.”

Your smile faltered completely at that and you stepped back, not missing the way his expression fell ever so slightly. You didn’t want to believe his words. Not after such a memorable night with Anakin just a few hours prior.

How could you possibly leave him after all the quiet confessions you told one another?

“This is good news, some of which I’m sure Anakin will be happy to hear,” he continued, peeking his head into the room. “Is he here?”

You nodded slowly, the sound of your heart beating loudly making your voice sound muffled. “He’s still asleep, we were……training,” you trail off before straightening your posture, more than a little upset at how quickly you fell back into your superior stance. “Yesterday he was kind enough to show me how to properly hold a lightsaber.”

Obi-Wan smiled at that, nodding his head in understanding. “I have no trouble believing that. Anakin has never been one to keep his excitement to himself,”

“Thank you for informing me,” you nod back. “Should I go wake him up so he can get ready?”

“That won’t be necessary,” he waved you off and gave you another smile. “Let the boy rest, I will take it upon myself to get you home safely. You and Anakin can say goodbye another time.”

Your heart broke further at that.

You couldn’t imagine leaving him behind and not saying goodbye to him. You felt devastated, but you also didn’t want to deny someone as kind and selfless as the man in front of you. So, you nod. “That would be nice,” you step further into the room as you feel the skin of your chest. “Let me go get my pendant and then we’ll be on our way.”

Not bothering to wait for his reply, you turn on your heel and head straight towards Anakin’s room, finding him still fast asleep under the sheet you threw over him.

Tears spring into your eyes as you slowly creep towards the bed, your shoulders tensing up as you struggle to hold them back.

He looked so peaceful, so worryless and carefree.

Beautiful beyond words.

Your heart broke even more at the sight of him, his body still and undisturbed.

You kneel down beside him, your hand shaky as you reach over and run your hand through his curls for what you feared was the last time. A few tears escape your eyes as you lean down to press a kiss to his forehead. “Goodbye, Anakin,” you whisper and press a final kiss to the top of his head before standing up, missing the way his brows furrowed in his sleep when you quickly stood up from his bed. “I never deserved you. I’m sorry.”

You wanted to say so much more, give him a proper goodbye - one where he was awake and responsive. But it would’ve been much too hard to go through with.

Before you could stop yourself and jump back into bed with him, you grab your necklace from its spot on his dresser, as well as your ring from off the floor, and flee through the doorway, hiding your tear-filled eyes from Obi-Wan as he led you towards his ship.

What you didn’t know was that as soon as you were on it and headed back to Alderaan, Anakin woke up abruptly, his body reacting to the absence of yours while his mind was still plagued with sleep.

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