Give Me Love

*chapter thirty six*

A/n: so this is uhhh... just pure, straight smut. and im not ashamed about it. minors dni.

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You blinked awake slowly, the golden hues of morning light washing over your face. It was warm and smelled like flowers, and you watched the dust particles swim around in it for a while as you woke up.

And then you remembered last night.

And the peaceful moment was shattered by dread.

He had told you he loved you, and you had fallen asleep.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You hadn't meant to do that. You were just so tired, and thinking about everything Anakin had ever done to show how much he cared about you... they were such pleasant thoughts. And before you knew it, you were out.

Now he was probably sad. And maybe a little angry. You really didn't mean to leave him hanging like that.

Well, the least you could do was make it up to him now.

You chalked it up to your body still being half asleep, the plans now formulating in your head. It didn't help that you felt so warm and cozy in the room, all tucked up on top of him, feeling his body shift slightly with each breath-- it might have been PMS hormones, or it might have just been plain morning-horniness, but you wanted to do something.

And you knew exactly what that 'something' was.

Hovering over his sleeping body with your hands bracketing his head and legs on either side of his hips, you softly kissed the corner of his mouth. His skin was warm from the sunlight, glowing all ethereal as it hit him just right.

You followed the golden hues up his jaw, the corner of his eye, gently pushing his bangs back so you could skim your lips over the fragile skin of his temple.

You could tell he was waking up by the way his face twitched, gradually coming to as you reached his eyebrow. He blinked his eyes open to the sight of you hovering over him, pressing a lingering kiss into his forehead.

"Good morning to you, too," he mumbled, voice all hoarse and raspy from sleeping.

"Morning," you met his cheek with another kiss, and then you were bringing a hand up to cup his jaw like he always did to you, tilting it up and to the side so you could get under it.

"What're you doing?"

"Having my good morning."

Your lips were careful, slow, and a little sloppy as you pressed sleepy kisses down the side of his neck. You'd never done this to someone before, but you'd read about it in books and seen it on the holonet.

Anakin chuckled lightly at your response, hands going to the bare skin of your thighs by his waist. You continued your journey downward, naming each blood vessel in your head as you went, skimming your lips over his pulse. Carotid artery.

You sucked the skin over it into your mouth experimentally, feeling both of your heartbeats, only this time it was  in your chest and between your lips. He seemed to like that, though, from the little huff of air he let out, and the way his fingers dug into the fat of your thighs.

You pressed another open mouthed kiss to that spot and then moved on, tasting along his collarbone, and then his sternum, and very, very carefully down the line of his abs. He was littered with bruises, so you barely applied any pressure, but it still felt like heaven beneath your lips.

One day, when he was better, you were going to lick them all over.

But for now, you almost had to skip the entirety of his abdomen to get to the waistband of his pants, teasing your fingers along the elastic.