Star Wars Collection 18+

Explorative |Anakin x Fem!Reader|

A/N: This is set in between The Clone Wars and Revenge of the Sith (Ahsoka is in the picture by now for reference). And for hornie's sake, Padme and Anakin did not get married. Continuity and canon shit is gonna be a mess because this came to me in a dream and dream me did not care about making sense. 

Prompt: Anakin and the Reader grew up together, training and growing together. Now that Anakin is back on Coruscant the reader realizes that she feels more than one connection with him- and she's not the only one. 

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The smell of sweat, metal and toxic spirits permeates the air. You can't stand how dark it is. How every way you turn, a body bumps up against you, grinding and grabbing for you.

"You need to relax." Anakin's voice rumbles right next to your ear, cutting through the Heavy Isotope booming from the bar's speakers, and you're instantly aware of just how close he is. His hands gently grasping your waist, the silk blouse you're wearing riding high as you sway with the music. You can't help but notice how his calloused fingers brush the skin every time you sway your hips just right.

You turn your head and look up at him, bristling at the way that stupid smirk makes you internally clench. "Easy for you to say. You had the liberty of going off with Obi-wan and getting taller." You scoff, hoping the heavy bassline of the music hides the breathy way your voice comes out. "You've gotta better view than I do. I can barely see! How the hell am I supposed to find the kriffin asset if all I can see is that Rhodian trying to stuff their tongue down someone else's throat?"

You huff and spin, placing your hands on Anakin's chest, tracking your eyes behind him, looking for the tell-tell shine of the rogue protocol droid you were supposed to be tracking down. You were definitely not focusing on the way Anakin's hands slipped a bit higher under your tunic, resting on the small of your back as he scanned the other side of the room, his voice vibrating in his chest, underneath your palm.  

"The view is pretty nice from where I'm standing." You punch him for good measure, knowing he's not talking about the crowd grinding inside this seedy cantina. Thank the stars the cantina is only lit by three strobing lights. Otherwise, he'd be able to see the way you bit your lip just now.

You peek up at him, his eyes actually scanning the room now, and smile softly. His hair, having begun to fall to his shoulders at some point in the last cycle, is pulled into a low ponytail leaving his neck on full display. You watch the way he swallows, and his adam's apple bobs making you bite your lip again. Maker, what the hell are they pumping through these vents that's making it impossible to look away? He'd always been a handsome young man, but ever since he's been back, there's something different about the way he looks. It's impossible to ignore. 

"You're staring." You flush and look back over his shoulder, trying your hardest to look like you're actually focused on this very important mission to track down a lost droid. Yes, the only thing you're determined to find is Bail's stupid protocol droid. You definitely weren't trying to figure out what Anakin's hands would feel like if they dropped just a few inches lower.

"In your dreams pretty boy." You snark back, glancing back up at him and choking a bit when you find his eyes on you. Stupid. Stupid was how you felt when he looked at you. All sensible thoughts fly straight out of your head when he looks at you. When did that start? When did you start positively fiending for your friend, your childhood sparring partner? Was it when you started noticing the lingering looks between him and Senator Amidala almost immediately after came back? Or was it when you had that freakishly vivid dream where he was doing a million things, you didn't even know existed, to your body?