*heavily

Anakin's pov

I was hoping I made a good impression on Padmés parents. Thats why I was sat at their dinner table eating the meal their chef had made. They wanted to meet me so they knew who their daughters protector was.

"So Anakin, we heard of what happened on Naboo," her mother began, "We just wanted to thank you for your bravery. Without it... I can't bare to think what could've happened to our Padmé." She smiled slightly at me.

"It's just what I do," I replied, returning the smile,"I'll always keep Padmé safe." I turned to look at her, and saw her beautiful brown eyes looking back at me.

I felt my stomach tumble in that swift moment, and I stayed looking a little too long before snapping my head away and focusing on my food.

"If you don't mind me saying," Her sister began,"You two seem quite the pair. You'd make a perfect couple."

"We are just friends, sister!" Padmé interuppted, giving her sister death eyes.

This is what Padmé always did. Denied anything was going on between us. She had kissed me at the lake.

Although... I hadn't kissed her back.

I'm sure I would've, it just wasn't allowed of the Jedi code. And on a mission too! I just kept staring down at my food, feeling guilty about the event.

"Anakin, I was wondering if you would be so kind as to join me for a walk after dinner," her father asked, making my head snap up.

"Of course, I'd be more than happy to," I said, a genuine smile on my face.

~~~~

And so soon we found ourselves walking through the beautiful gardens that grew on their property, kept clean and tidy by some of the many staff they hired.

We'd been talking for a while, mostly about me and he'd been asking about my future, and about life as a Jedi. I answered each question respectfully, I knew how important this man was.

Soon he went back inside and I was left to stroll the gardens. They had a beautiful view onlooking the countryside that lined their home. It truly baffled me how anyone could live in such luxury.

Although the peacefulness was soon interuppted. A pain shot through my stomach, a familiar feeling. However one I only got during certain circumstances.

I stopped walking, confused, just as another pain shot through me.

I walked over to a wall, placing my hands on it flat, trying to calm myself. I knew who these pangs were from, although Obi-Wan had told me to distance myself from y/n, it was for the best, he'd said.

But I could sense she was in danger. I just knew. I could feel fear creeping up on me, on her.

I shut my eyes, reaching out to her. She could need help.

But why did I care?

She was a Sith for Christ's sake.

Then a vision appeared, one that made my stomach knot even more.

It was Malvo.

What was he doing near her...

Y/n's pov

I sat on my bed feeling defeated, bewildered by what had just happened. How had Malvo even gotten on the ship?

I didn't want to know how far his roots went down with me. How long he'd been... stalking me?

At least that's the impression I got. No man had ever done this to me before, or been so possessive. I didn't feel safe in my own room.

I had to leave, just for the night, just for when he'd be on the ship.

So I slung on my robes, slotting my lightsabre into its holster, and went on my way to the main hangar.

Once I was there, I boarded an X-Wing, one I knew would be easy to steer, and I wanted to leave fast.

So I lifted the ship from the ground with the controls, carefully driving the joystick upwards and then steered the ship out of the hangar and into the vastness of space.

Well that was easy.

I suppose amongst the many crafts leaving and entering, mine was just a speck within the fray of ships.

I didn't know where I was going, I just took off, letting the ship guide me.

The events from today were messing with my mind. Malvo... ugh, even his name disgusted me.

I didn't want to think about it, so I just focused on the hyperspeed in front of me.

~~~~

Soon the ship had settled on a planet many, many lightyears away, however one that was stunning. A sense of peace emitted from the many species of plants that grew around me.

The ship had taken me to Naboo. Well, I suppose I had. And I was glad, as it brought a feeling of serenity I hadn't felt in a long time.

I walked around the main city, marvelling at the impressive buildings and streets which lined Naboo.

All I could think was, imagine if the Empjre ruled here. Surely then it would be much better, even better than it is now.

It felt wrong to even be here, on a Republic planet, although the sense of secretness was what made it even more appealing.

That was when a silhouette appeared, lit only dimly by the faint moonlight. He was leant against a wall, his arms crossed at his chest.

It was Anakin Skywalker.

"What are you doing here, and at this time?" He asked, walking towards me.

"I could ask you the same thing," I replied, standing rested on one hip with my arms crossed, a scowl spread on my face.

"Maybe it's fate were both here," he joked, his smile spreading across his face.

"Wipe that smirk off your face Skywalker, we're not friends," I said.

He was close to me now. Well, a metre away. But even that was enough to send my stomach flying into orbit.

"You're not meant to be here, y/l/n," He said,"I'm here to protect people, so I suggest you leave." He'd had a sudden change of mood, as if the reality that we really were the opposite of friends hit him.

I didn't move, I stayed stood on the spot, my eyes staring into his.

"Make me."

I watched as he became flustered, his jaw clenching as he stayed staring at me. "I suggest you leave," He said again.

I didn't reply.

I could see him growing more angry.

"Leave now before you regret it." He almost whispered, walking closer to me.

The space between us was becoming smaller and smaller, as he moved towards me. His face leant towards mine, towering over me.

From this angle I could see his toned chest pressing against his robes, his breathing slow and deep as his chest rose and fell.

I felt his warm breath on my neck, our cheeks almost touching. "I want you to leave, before I do something to you we'll both regret."

I felt shivers run down me as he spoke, his rough voice making my eyes flutter. I felt tears threatening to escape my eyes. I couldn't describe what I was feeling. It was exhilaration, yet the truth was that he scared me. The way he stood so tall over me, how it felt he had complete control over me.

I turned my head to face him, our skin centimetres apart. "Show me what you'll do then." I said, in a moment of courage, of curiosity. I felt as though I were wrapped around his fingers, and I hated it.

Silence passed between us for what felt like an eternity, our eyes staying fixed on one another. We both felt it. The conflict, the frustration.

His voice then broke the silence, and I wish he hadn't. I wish he had just kept his mouth shut. Because what he was about to say would ruin everything.

"I can't tell if I want to stab you," his eyes were darting between mine, searching for something,"or kiss you."

In that moment, I felt his hand grip onto my waist, his other travel up my back. I couldn't contain myself. There was something about this man...

I smashed our lips together, kissing him hard and gripping onto his back like it was my life support. We clung onto the kiss, letting it linger between us, all of our feelings being poured into that moment.

When we parted, our foreheads were left touching, our pants the only noise in the street.

He turned his head to look both ways, before I was flung into the wall behind me, where the shadows enveloped the space, and I gasped at the impact. Oh, so this is what we'd regret.

Before he could finish walking up to me, I grabbed his robes by his neck and pulled him to me, letting our chests touch.

We found our lips together again, only this time more passionate and rough. Kissing him was an experience like one I'd never had before. It was the best kiss I'd ever had.

One hand wrapped around my hair, the other snaking to my lower back. He gripped my hair tight, pulling me into him as his tongue explored my mouth. And I let him. Because I loved every second of it, I loved the feeling of his body pressed against mine, of how he handled me so roughly, of how his desperate kisses made me gasp and hold onto him tighter.

We were a tangle of lips and groping hands. And the noises of our heavy breathing whenever we could get one in. It felt like I was inhaling him, and I wanted more.

My hand snaked down his chest and his toned stomach until I reached it. I palmed him, feeling him hard against my hand.

He took a moment to break the kiss, and tilted his head up, a groan escaping his lips.

"Fuck me," He said, gripping my hair tighter, his other hand travelling to my ass where he squeezed and pulled me into him.

I wanted to. I wanted to feel more of him inside of me other than his tongue. My lust had taken over, and all I wanted was for him to fuck me senseless.

I dived my lips to his neck, where I began sucking and kissing on it, listening to his moans as I fumbled with his crotch area.

That was when I felt two strong hands grip onto my thighs, and he lifted me so my legs wrapped around his crotch. Now I could feel his hard-on pressing into my womanhood, I could feel my heartbeat nad travelleddown there too. He pressed my back into the wall more, bucking his hips up into mine to keep me in place, and began fumbling around my robes, trying to search for my bare skin in the darkness. My arms clung around his neck, my hips grinding against his, feeling him.

"Anakin," I panted.

He kept searching, until his hand found my crotch and began groping it.

I moaned out in pleasure, rocking my hips up against him even more.

No.

No, I shouldn't ge doing this.

We shouldn't be doing this.

"Anakin, no," I said, reaching for his arm to pull his hand away.

He suddenly looked at me, our eyes pleading with each other.

I lowered myself off of him and stood against the wall, breathing hard into his chest.

"Shit,"He said breathlessly, pushing himself off the wall and placing his hands behind his head, walking away from me.

Tears stung at my eyes, and I tried hard to hold them back. But a single one fell.

He can't see me cry.

I reluctantly left the darkness of the wall, quickly walking away from him, wiping the tear from my cheek.

As I left, I turned to see him staring at me, his face one of anger and frustration.

What had we done...