Y/n's pov

After making it to my room as fast as I could, I hurriedly shut the door and leaned my arms against it, hunched over and breathing hard. All I could see was his face smirking at me after I said those stupid words. And when our faces were so close I could feel his warm breath tickling my lips, as our eyes held contact for what felt like hours.

Shit.

I needed to clear my mind, to get this man out of my head. I ran my fingers through my hair, and felt the greasy mess it had become from the day of training. I sighed, stepping away from the door and wandering to the small bathroom that joined onto my room. I twisted the tap to turn on the shower, expecting a steady flow of water to come gushing out. But I was met with nothing. I tried again, twisting the knob a few times desperately, just to be met with the squeak it made each turn.

Great, no shower.

Feeling defeated, I left the bathroom, admitting I'd have to use the shared showers. I grabbed my towel from the rack where it hung and some spare underwear before exiting my room.

The walk there was short as they were only a few doors down, I'd seen it when coming from the training session earlier. I strutted down the hall fast, not wanting to be recognised. Soon I entered the woman's changing room, and left my towel and clothes in one of the few cubby holes in the wall.

I stripped off the cream coloured robes I was wearing, shoving them where my towel was. I couldn't hear the sound of water running, and no steam was pouring through the crack in the door, so I took that as a sign no one was there. Good. It was late anyway, the night sky filled with stars was visible through my window earlier, so I didn't expect anyone to be showering at this time.

I pushed open the door and entered the modestly sized showers, where a thick marble wall was placed in the centre, with three large shower heads on each side. I chose the right hand side, and turned on a tap to be met by comforting warm water come running out.

I stood under and felt the warmth spread all over my body, washing away the sweat from earlier. I had chosen right, this was refreshing.

Anakin can piss off for all I care, with his constant questioning and how he was so difficult to read. I wanted to know so badly what was running through that boys head, with the times I caught him staring at me, when one moment we're fighting and the next his lips are on mine! I'd forgot how that had felt, it being such a long time ago.

I sighed in frustration. It was all too much. I wish there were a word to describe how I feel. Hate? Hate can be as strong a feeling as attraction, that's what I've been telling myself, what I will continue to tell myself.

It's the Jedi and their mind tricks, you can never know when it's all an act.

That was when I heard the sound of water hitting the floor, although it came from the other side of the wall...

I stood frozen, I wasn't expecting someone to come in. I could hear them muttering something to themselves. They sounded angry, I suppose they'd come here to clear their head, the same as me really.

I shut my eyes, letting the water run over my face, and then I sensed it. I sensed they were frustrated at themself, conflicting emotions raging inside of them, something I could relate to myself.

Should I say something? Should I let them know I can hear them muttering?

I decided to speak, breaking the awkwardness I felt,"I didn't expect anyone else to be here at this time."

The muttering immediately stopped.

"What are you doing here?" He said in an edgy tone. My stomach began doing somersaults when I heard his voice. I had just called this man "Master" mere minutes ago, and now we were in the same room together... naked.

My mind couldn't help but conjure up- NO! God, get a grip y/n.

"Same as you, showering." I replied, matching his attitude.

"I know why you're really here. It's about earlier... isn't it." Was it just me or had his voice dropped a few octaves.

He had definitely sensed my uncomfortable shift.

"Knew it." He chuckled. I could just imagine him smiling right now, shaking his head.

"Just focus on your shower mister," I hissed, rubbing shower gel over me.

"Admit it, you enjoyed calling me Master."

"Shut up, we both know you enjoyed it more than me."

"Besides who enjoys it the most, you're going to call me it more often anyway, so I'd advise you get used to it."

Like telepathy, we both switched our showers off at the same time.

"I'm fine with it, you're the one acting weird about it all," I replied in a huff. He was trying to embarass me.

"Oh no, we'll see about that Padawan." My stomach took another tumble. Why did he have to call me that now, while we're in the showers. Anyway, I could sense he was leaving.

I slowly walked away from the shower to the dressing room, although I didn't even make it to the door. I knew he was right there, on the other side of the wall. I took another step, to where the wall ended, and there was a gap leading through to the other side.

Then he appeared, his naked body dripping wet, towering over me. His toned build looked as though it were sculpted by a God. It was so unfair.

Then our eyes met, and I saw him lick his lips.

I saw his eyes travelling down, down my body.

I saw his breathing become more ragged.

I felt my eyes wandering down him.

They wandered past his v-line.

They wandered all over him.

Oh, the things I felt like doing to this man.

We took a step toward each other slowly.

The gap between our wet bodies closed. I felt his heat pressed against mine, our bodies morphing into one. I could feel him hard against my stomach. I wanted him to touch me.

His hands slithered behind my back and he pulled me into him, leaning forward into me. I arched my back slightly, dipping my hips into him. He leaned down over me, water dripping from the curly strands of his hair. His grip on my back lowered slightly, to just above my ass, where he pulled me in even closer, even stronger. I slowly brought my face closer to his, straining my neck to reach him. His nose brushed against mine so softly, and his warm breath stroked my lips. I earned so much for his lips to touch mine. It had been so, so long.

"There's nothing stopping us," His deep voice took on a more sultry tone.

Except there was...

The fact that all of this was a lie. That I was actually here to turn him to the Dark side.

"No," I parted his hands behind me and stepped back, holding my palms on his chest. "We can't, you and I both know that."

"Screw the Jedi code," He said.

I was speechless, there wasn't much I had to get me out of this situation. "We can't," I said, keeping my tone strong.

I needed to leave, and fast. I turned and went to the changing rooms, standing with my back pressed against the door.

I wanted to fuck him so bad.