𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱 || 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟑: 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐞.

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WARNING: Fluff <3

A/N: Hope you enjoy this chapter! Hopefully the moodboard helps you get in the right mindset for the chapter :)

That's Phoenix tattoo design, fyi!

This chapter is dedicated to _Imsolost_ , I adore you sweetie, thanks for helping me out with my german, I love chatting with you!

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Y/n's POV

I slept so deeply that it felt like time didn't pass.

The singing birds warbled loudly, something strange for the crowded Coruscant sky, their peeping sounds waking me up; it was pretty late. My skin was warm, borderline sweaty, due to the blanket fort around me. I sighed comfortably, not ready to give up my cozy cocoon. 

After a few seconds of resisting the urge of getting up, I slowly began to regain consciousness. My eyelids fought against the intense sunlight hitting me on the eyes the second I opened them, so I blinked repeatedly to get used to the feeling before stretching my back. Well, I tried to. Apparently, the sheets on top of me weren't the only thing keeping me glued to the bed.

Anakin's grip was still going strong around my waist, holding me tight to his body. I started moving cautiously, to let him know that I was awake, not forcefully enough for our cuddle to break. I turned around and to my amaze, he was already up, his gaze previously on the window was now on me.

—Good morning. —I whispered sheepishly. I didn't notice until now that his thumb was running up and down my belly from underneath my shirt, until I felt it move to my back once I faced him.

—Hey there, sweetheart. How did you sleep? —He asked me with a groggy voice.

—I slept wonderfully. —I bit my bottom lip nervously, hating feeling so vulnerable. —Did I wake you up?

—No, I've been up for a while, I don't tend to sleep that much. —He mumbled, looking at my forehead scar. It was healing pretty good thanks to the stitches.

—You don't?

—It's always been hard for me to sleep. —He said, not really wanting to dive into the topic.

—I get it, I'm just the same... nightmares. —I huffed, looking back at all of the times I would wake up terrified in the middle of the night with a panic attack. Anakin's eyes sparkled at what I said.

—You have them too? —He asked, with hopeful eyes. I nodded calmly and he sighed.

—Were you up this whole time? —He nodded, his fingertips drawing random lines in my back.—Why didn't you move me? —I knitted my brows.

—You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to disturb you. —I could feel my cheeks burning up.

—Thank you for letting me stay, I owe you one. —I thanked, feeling embarrassed once again, but I couldn't help, he saw me in one of my most sensitive states.

—Let's call it even. After all, you have these because of me. —His fingers brushed the portion of my body that his eyes were fixated on: the bandage in my torso, whilst his other hand traveled to move the hairs out of my face.

—It's okay, in the end, you did make the right decision. —I shrugged my shoulders, tired of that discussion. I was ready to let it go: I was fine and we had a Jedi under our control. Things could be worse. His deadly silence overflowed the room and I couldn't stand being under his excruciating gaze. —It's really hot, isn't it? —I commented to see if his semblance would change.