Attachments | Anakin Skywalker

chapter ten

Simply just laying down, his warm calloused hands wrapped tightly around my body cradling me to his chest, calmed my aching heart and burning anxiety. Our cloaks lay discarded on the floor as I buried my head into him, letting his rise and and fall of his chest lull me to a calmer state. Never in my entire life would I have thought to find solace in my enemy, Anakin. I attempted my best to rationalize that perhaps this was just my brain too stressed out to realize I was finding comfort in Anakin. It sort of made me feel better.

The words of the Masters floated throughout my head as I thought to sense my father through the Force, but that could likely give me away in an instant. I could only hope he believed I wasn't Force sensitive and wouldn't do the same for me.

Worry filled me as I thought of all the other lies the Council may have told or still held from me. The simple fact of my father being alive had rattled me to my core. I had ached and desired for so long, someone to love and in turn love me, and now that there was someone out there who perhaps once loved me made me torn between wanting to meet him and wanting to run and hide from him.

Anakin sensed my tumultuous thoughts and brought a hand to my hair, slowly stroking it to relax me. "What's on your mind, Princess?" He asked, and for once I didn't want to throttle him for the nickname.

Sighing through my nose I rose to rest my body on my elbow as I looked at him. His eyes, which were a rich and beautiful blue, looked soft and gentle as he continued playing with my hair. It was odd seeing his eyes filled with such kindness; that was usually reserved for about one percent of people in his life.

"I want to meet him, Ani," He sighed as if wanting to speak but let me continue, "I've wanted for so long to know who my parents were, and here is my father, alive and well," I removed my eyes from his, looking out the floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the Jedi Temple's view of Coruscant, the city lights bright against the dark sky. "But I know there is no possible way for me to meet him. He's not trustworthy, he's everything we've been taught to not be and to fight."

Anakin used his other hand to grasp my cheek, those calluses from training scraping lightly against me. My eyes found his again and I was so thankful to be in his presence at this moment even though my mind and body remained at war with each other. Oh what Padme would say about this.

"It's an awful loss you have to learn about. Finding out your father is alive and well, only to learn that he is in a moral sense, dead."

"I wish he were truly dead."

"Don't say that, Lora," Anakin said softly, raising up to meet me face-to-face. "I know he's with the dark side, but maybe there's a chance to save him if he's looking for you."

"I can't get my hopes up, Ani. It will destroy me." He nodded in understanding as we fell back into a gentle silence.

I felt Anakin's smirk before I even looked back to him. He stared at the ceiling seemingly smiling to himself. I found myself softly grinning back glad for something to distract me.

"What is it?"

"I had never seen you with your hair down like before, when we were in the garden." I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as he brought back those memories.

"It's annoying having to deal with it down while fighting."

"It looks beautiful."

I swallowed hard, lifting my gaze to meet his vibrant eyes, gnawing on his lip as if attempting to restrain himself. Those hooded eyes of his darkened and my pulse quickened at it, my sanity veering so off path I attempted my best to reign it back in as much as possible. The way he looked sent a wave of hot to pool in my core and I refused to let my eyes wander towards his pants. A smirk graced his face as if he knew my low restraint upon looking.

"What is it, Ani?" I asked, my voice breathless.

"I believe I have a debt to settle with you."

His words were husky and had my toes curling underneath the blanket we were covered in.

"What debt?" I asked, my voice cool and calm despite my raging emotions.

"The one I owe you from the garden." He spoke his words pointed leaving no room for humor or sarcasm. His eyes drifted lower to my exposed stomach, my clothes feeling tighter than before. "We have unfinished business."

I didn't let him persuade me so easily. Especially since I still remembered that glimmer of regret that shone in his eyes in that garden. "You had made it clear enough that the garden was a mistake."

Anakin was having none of it. "I never said that."

"Your look of regret said something different. I saw it in your eyes, you didn't need to say anything."

His gaze snapped back to my face, his eyes bright. "The only regret I have from that night is finishing before I could taste you." My skin or my mouth, I wasn't sure what he meant, or rather something completely different altogether. "The only regret was getting interrupted before I could get on my knees."

Breathing became rather difficult as his eyes slid the length of my body, every part of myself aware of his hungry gaze. "Wouldn't this be a bad idea? Working together and having attachments as Jedi's?" I asked breathlessly as he sat up on his side sliding the blanket off of us.

"People will talk. Let them. Their opinions all mean nothing to me. I want you, Lora." A pause as his gaze latched onto my chest before sliding back to my eyes, his expression animalistic and pure male lust. "And not just physically, I want you as a person, Alora. All of you." A sound of plea slipped into his words.

I couldn't stop myself as I let my eyes drip down to what strained against his pants, and lost all sense of sanity after that. A low grown emanated from him, his gaze settled firmly on me.

"You better not be messing with me, Skywalker, because if you don't mean what you say, I will kill you."

He remained serious as he spoke, "I don't regret a single word or moment I've spent with you, Alora," He paused, a playful gleam appearing in his eyes as he smiled, stroking pieces of hair that had fallen onto my face, it made me lean into him even more so. "This is so different from our constant arguing."

I couldn't help but laugh at his words. This complete 180 from what we were both so used to was jarring. It was difficult to let down the guard I had built whenever I was near him that had become so second nature to me. To let go of always being at the ready for an argument or any comeback that could disable him always at my disposal. But right now, I could find no words as we both looked at each other in a way we both could have never dreamed of. It was different and scary but exciting to have a piece of something within myself uncovered for me to find, a piece that Anakin had brought out, and this time it wasn't an argument or anger.

My mouth quirked up into a smirk as his eyes lowered to my lips and then slowly back to me. "I guess this means we belong to each other now, hm?"

Before I even finished my sentence, Anakin was climbing over me pinning my body to the bed gently. I released a groan feeling the friction as the only thing that separated us was two thin pieces of clothing and our very low restraint. His hands roamed my body, grasping and gripping like he were claiming me as his, a possessive need to assert his claim over me.

"I've wanted you for so long." He growled out, his grip tight and possessive, his voice dripping with need that had me arching my back to touch him.

"Ani-" I groaned, my voice raspy and full of need.

His eyes snapped back up to me and he smiled resting his hand tightly on my pants, posed to peel them from my body. I looked up at him through my lashes, enjoying the way he traced slow circles on my exposed skin. "Good girl, Princess." He whispered, pressing a kiss against my neck, making me lose any shred of sanity I had left.