A Cold Start - Anakin x Reader

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-Anakin's P.O.V.

It was still a huge miracle to me as to how I, Anakin Skywalker, insanely gifted guy, but mostly a (and also with a) massive dick, was this lucky.

But I had made it.

I could call her mine now. She had said those three magical words to me and now that beautiful little angel was lying in my arms inside the cabin of the ship we were still on.

How did we even get here?

Not the ship, but the fact that my arms were tighlty wrapped around her and both of us were being more than fine with it.

Well, first of all, I would say ever since I got her out of the palace on Ondaria, Y/N was no longer the same. I mean, of course, she was still Y/N, but the way she acted towards me had drastically changed since then.

It already started on the ship on the way to the medcenter when she woke up from her fainting spell. While she had been very hesitant to let me get any closer to her during our entire mission on Ondaria, she suddenly wouldn't let me leave her side anymore and she even wanted me to touch and caress her when she woke up!
Something she would have never allowed just 12 hours earlier, before they had held her captive in that royal bedroom. Y/N later told me that while being separated from me in that room, tied up and anxious, she had been thinking of me the whole time and I guess that's when she finally realised that we could be more than just friends, or padawan and master, and that she shouldn't fight her feelings for me any longer.

Yes, of course, I knew she had feelings for me and that I had an effect on her. I had known that for quite a while as it was pretty obvious by the way she reacted to certain things I did or said... But while I was well aware of all that, I would have never expected she loved me.

L-o-v-e-d.
Me, Anakin.

While I had always hoped she was more than just physically attracted to me, I had never imagined that the feelings she had for me could ever be as strong as love. I mean, saying 'I love you', is such a big deal. Honestly. It is nothing you just say like that- at least you shouldn't. Because it's such a major statement, too complex and grave for me to even put into words. But she had said those three words. She'd said them to me and I still had not the faintest idea what in the galaxy made me earn them.

But I was getting ahead of myself now. I wanted to retrace our whole progression- so back to the start.

Before I met Y/N, I never with the soul of me thought that I could ever be soft.

But somehow she brought out this side in me that was in complete contrast to how I usually presented myself - as the ruthless separatist slayer. But I liked being so different around her and to show that surprisingly soft side of me. And if I was being honest, I enjoyed caressing her, running my hands through her hair or tracing the contours of her face just as much, if not more, than she herself did. But while I was taking her to the medcentre, I still blamed her first signs of opening up to me, mentally and physically, on her daze after the punch.

So, of course, I was then all the happier when she followed my invitation and had her bed brought to my room to sleep in. And with that she proved to me that she wanted to be closer to me and that it wasn't just a momentary effect of her head trauma. She wanted to be close to me and for the first time, she allowed that feeling to be turned into actions.

The days in the medcenter that followed then felt like a dream: our first hug since the night in my room in the temple, the incredible tension between us after and lastly, our first kiss.

I still couldn't believe that actually happened and I could now say those words.

But it did happen. I got to kiss those heavenly lips of hers that I've been dreaming about for ages, that I've been yearning to touch with my own. And when it happened, it felt like I was soaring on cloud nine. The feeling was indescribable. It was like everything I had imagined it to be and more. Still, it was actually kind of embarrassing just how excited I, or should I say certain parts of me, got about it that I needed to take a break from kissing her. Usually it takes a whole lot more than that. But I guess my body just wasn't prepared for anything as pleasurable as that to hit me.