Anakin Skywalker/ Darth Vader one shots

Katana and Vader P3•

Please enjoy this 5.7k words of pure smut ;)
The Mc mentions a man named Marlo but he is just a boy she used to fuck lol, nothing serious.

My soaked hair is absorbed by the soft and white pillows that my head rests against, whilst my body is spread out on the mattress underneath me that feels as soft as a feather. I stare blankly at the window in front of me that takes up most of the wall, the city of coruscant on display for me to view.

Ships fly by and lights glimmer and shine in the darkness, making my room brighter in the empty pitch black. The sound of the vehicles passing brings ambience in the room and almost helps me relax, but it seems impossible to relax when i have Vader next door, no doubtably listening to my thoughts as he too lies in bed. That's if he is even awake.

It was currently 1am and just an hour ago, the two of us had got into an argument, an argument that was pathetic now looking back at it. I said things i didn't mean, and the regret and guilt was swallowing me up and devouring me.

Thinking it would help clear my thoughts and soothe off the stress of the situation, i took a cold shower, however after having a long soak, my thoughts still raced through my mind.

For once, i didn't know what to do. The pride i had was still absent and it would kill me slowly to know i have to get some courage and knock on his door to apologise. Of course, i have apologised to him in the past, but that was when he apologised first, making it more easy for me to do so.

But this guilt that was hovering over me was keeping me awake, making sleep disappear into the night. I tossed and turned for a few short minutes in the bed, just hoping i can fall asleep so the feeling of this torment can just fade away, but it was impossible. I felt horrible. I felt stupid and i felt like a coward.

I had to go see him, whether i liked it or not. It was the right thing to do, and even though he has pissed me off, i had to put it aside. Getting out of the bed, i find a white silk robe that was lying against the velvet seat next to the mirror and i tie it. My hair was damp due to the shower i had, but thankfully the pillowcases did a great job of drying it out for me. I was too pissed to dry my hair, and all i wanted to do was just get in bed. 

Taking a deep breath, i silently leave my room and go next door, knocking three times lightly. I wait there for a minute or two, before deciding to raise my hand to knock again, but just as my hand skims the wood, Vader opens the door shirtless. He stands there and towers over me with one hand on the side of the door, staring at me with a look of annoyance and irritation.

Fuck, i hope i never woke him up.

" What do you want?" He asks in an unfriendly tone, his voice hoarse and a little raspy.

I shouldn't of done this, i knew i shouldn't have. Just his tone alone made me know this wasn't going to end well, and i was suddenly longing for my bed again. I sigh, and breathe in hard once more, before staring at him straight in the eye and saying the words that would shoot down all the pride left in my bones.

" I'm sorry." I whisper, not knowing how i am supposed to sound. Do i sound confident? Sad to make him feel a little bad? Or blankly to show him i don't really care that much?

My voice came off a little softer than i wanted to do, and i mentally cursed myself for sounding like that.

I refuse to take my eyes off his, and i pray that we can have one normal conversation without it ending in carnage. I look for any emotion in his eyes, and finally i see a glint of something, but i can't figure out what it is. His face relaxes, and the slight glare that took up his face previously has begun to ebb away.

From the corner of my eye, i can see he opens the door a little bit more wider. Vader looks at the floor for a second, before looking back at me.
" You upset me, Katana." He replies back, trying his hardest not to sound sad or disappointed. The guilt increases, and i feel even worse.