Black Butterfly || Anakin Skywalker x Reader

34 - A Night of Burlesque

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"When love is real, it finds a way."

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Slowly — I spun the glass in my hand, wiping it dry with a rag as my mind traveled to last night in the backyard. When Anakin's hands and lips roamed my body as I ran my fingers through his hair, moaning his name.

Then to this morning in the guest room. Where we had one of the most heated and heart-pounding make-out sessions Ive ever had in my life. I could still feel his skin on mine, with the taste of his lips lingering on my tongue, and the heat from the friction of us rubbing our bodies together while he moaned my name—

"What are you thinking about?"

Ahsoka startled me out of my thoughts and I screamed while dropping the cup onto the floor, completely shattering it, "Shit," I rushed to get the pan and broom. That's what I get for thinking about him and not paying attention to my surroundings. But in my defense, these thoughts were involuntary.

"I'm surprised it didn't break when you were obsessively wiping it moments ago," She folded her arms and leaned on the counter as I began to sweep it up, "What had your mind so occupied that you cleaned the same cup for five straight minutes?" She asked and when I looked up from the floor, I saw her smirking. Leading me to believe that maybe she did hear something last night. She didn't mention anything when we saw each other this morning so I assumed she didn't, but now I'm thinking that she might have wanted to catch me off guard.

"Nothing." I said as I glanced back down and finished sweeping the last of the glass before dumping it in the trash. This isn't a conversation I wanted to have with her, especially because I was still lost when it came to what I plan to do with what has been happening with Anakin lately. So before I listen to her get excited about everything, which will only enhance my guilt, I wanted to first figure myself out.

"You liar," She smacked my arm with a rag before walking around the bar to wipe down and sanitize the bar stools.

Today was Sunday and that means it was the day of the special event that they're calling 'A Night of Burlesque'. Meaning yes, I was wearing the uniform he got for me and I have to say, us bartenders matching looks really good. Plus the outfit was nice too; I had on leather pants with a black laced body suit that did show off some cleavage, but nothing that would be classified as too much. Our hair was requested to be down—curled or straight, our choice—we have to wear heels, and he said he prefers red lipstick for the makeup, but the color is optional if we don't feel like red is fitting for us.

"Fine, I was wondering what made him choose today to have one of these special parties. Is there a significance to the date?" I lied, but these were still questions I've been curious about since Anakin called me about today, "And why does he have them only on Sundays?"

She narrowed her eyes at me for a moment, like she was contemplating on believing my topic change. And wether she did or not remains a mystery because she didn't comment on it, "There's never any real reason except to make more money," She shrugged, "These Sundays he tends to make triple of what is usually made on a normal day here."