DREAMS ↠ A. SKYWALKER

SIX

CW: MATURE CONTENT

Two weeks later, Liana's cheeks are flushed scarlet as she tears her gaze away from the Jedi before her and sips from her goblet. The dining room is grand and breathtaking—full of decadent arches and dramatic, gauzy curtains through which the golden rays of the setting sun seep through.

At that moment, a servant sweeps into the room, delivering what appears to be a hearty soup along with a loaf of freshly baked bread.

"It was a rather nice day out today, wouldn't you say, milady?" Anakin states toyingly as Liana graciously thanks the woman.   

"Yes," The blonde woman hums in agreement. "I quite enjoyed myself. Bird watching is a favorite hobby of mine,"

"Respectfully, I don't think you saw many birds, princess, you were far too preoccupied," Anakin retorts, clearing his throat to disguise the laughter that escapes him. Liana gasps in mock-surprise before knocking back her wine. Her thoughts flash back to the many kisses and touches the two had shared earlier in meadow.

The servant eyes the two wearily but says nothing as she heads out for the remainder of the night, leaving the villa to the two of them. Liana cannot help but burst out laughing.

"Ani!" she teasingly scolds before tasting the soup before her. It's rich and flavorful, and Liana feels its warmth travel deep down within her belly.

"Have I ever told you about the time I went to Florrum with Master Obi-Wan?" asks Anakin contently.

Liana shakes her head no as she has another spoonful of soup.

"It's rather similar to my home planet, Tatooine. Dry, hot, too much sand—anyway, we were sent to meet with these pirates—"

"Pirates?!" Liana exclaims in surprise.

Anakin nods boastingly, his sandy locks nearly shining in the remaining rays of sunlight.

"And when I got to them, we went into aggressive negotiations—"

"Aggressive negotiations?" Liana repeats, puzzled. "What's that?"

"Well—negotiations, with a lightsaber."

Liana giggles. "I'm not sure that's a negotiation at all."

"No, it most certainly is not," Anakin jibes, helping himself to some soup before noticing Liana reach for the loaf of rustic bread.

Just as she picks up her utensils to begin cutting slices, the loaf of bread levitates into the air.

The blonde laughs in amazement as she watches Anakin concentrate on moving the loaf through the air, over to his plate.

"If Master Obi-Wan caught me doing this, he'd be very grumpy," declares the Padawan as he begins to cut the loaf of bread. Liana cannot help but laugh in awe of his powers.

"I won't tell," Liana insists as he carefully floats a slice of bread over to her plate. She murmurs a thank you as the two finish their meal.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Later that evening, Liana and Anakin retire to the cozy sitting area tucked into the wall of the villa. A cracking fire roars within the arched mantle before her as Liana lazily lounges upon the plush sofa.

Her silky blonde locks are splayed all over the cushioned couch, and her airy black dress hangs from her body like molten metal. She carefully holds a glass of wine in her manicured hand, gently swirling the deep ruby liquid inside the ornate goblet.