The Endearment of a Twin-flame || Anakin Skywalker x Reader

19 - Hopelessly Falling in Love

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(Y/n)'s POV
(TW: Just a little spice, nothing crazy.)
With our lips moving together in a perfect harmony, Anakin walked forward; pushing me into my own bedroom. His mouth moved hungrily as he ran his strong hands through my hair, and I moaned softly when he tugged against the roots.

He guided me towards my bed as things began to heat up. He trailed his hands down to squeeze my hips, and pushed me onto my bed; our lip contact never broke as he went down with as well and got on top of me.

I roamed my hands through his hair, before lowering them and caressing his back muscles through his thin undershirt. He pushed his body against me in response, and brought one hand up to gently grab my jaw as he continued kissing me as if this was the first time.

After what felt like a glorious minute, he lifted his head and caught his breath. He smiled down at me with adoration as his hold on my jaw tightened ever so slightly, "You're officially mine, I should probably get a tattoo of your name now." He smirked.

My eyes widened, "What, no—"

He chuckled as he placed his index finger on my lips, "I'm messing with you beautiful. It's definitely something I would do though," He shrugged, "Just maybe not now."

Intrigued by the subject, I began to inspect his body, which was mostly covered besides his muscular arms, "Do you already have any tattoos?"

He nodded as he got up from on top of me and stood up at the end of the bed. He grabbed the hem of his undershirt, and my eyes widened and I nearly stopped breathing when he lifted it to show me his toned torso.

He pulled my attention away from his abs when he pointed to his left side, where a decently sized tattoo resided. It's difficult to miss, but when your mind is as perverse as my own, it can easily be looked over - especially when his abs are so close to it, "It's just this one, I got it when I was fifteen."

I looked at it closer and noticed it was a portrait of a woman that I recognized as his mother; holding a slightly younger looking Ahsoka in her arms. They were smiling as they held each other with cheek touching cheek.

I smiled as I reached forward and ran my hands along the beautifully done art, "Is this a portrait that you initially drew?" I asked curiously, and I felt him shiver at my light touch.

He nodded, "It is actually."

"Did it hurt?" I asked as I scrunched my face - I've always been terrified of needles, so a tattoo sounds horrifying to me.

He chuckled with another nod as he sat down next to me, "Yes, but I like to think that I handled it like a man," He spoke proudly as he popped his chest out.

I continued to eye the tattoo before looking up to his gaze, "You said you got it when you were fifteen? Did your brother give you permission or were you just being a rebel?" I leaned back with my elbows against the bed; Anakin followed in my actions.

"Rebel," He responded with a humorous sigh, "I showed it to him a week later though and he wasn't as mad as I expected him to be. He did give me shit for going behind his back, but he also liked it." He shrugged.