Anakin's Fortress - Book II (temporary cover)

Nine - Commiserative

We must understand before we kill.
Year 10

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Anakin

When I told Kitten I didn't know what to think, I was being truthful. It takes the entirety of the two hours to find even a semblance of understanding my thoughts.

I always knew something wasn't right with Padmé's death. It was just a feeling, but it was strong. Perhaps the Force had been trying to tell me something—I guess I'll never know.

Kitten did the right thing. Telling me upon her return from Tatooine would have been bad. I was so twisted by the realization that she had left Mustafar and the feeling she had betrayed me, that I would have stormed away and gone right to Tatooine. I probably would have killed Kenobi on sight and likely Owen as well.

But holding a dying Kitten in my arms? It broke something inside me. I don't blame her for being so scared to tell me, I really don't. There was no anger for her in my heart as she confessed the truth like she was on the execution block. In fact, it broke my heart to see her so deeply conflicted when she clearly just wanted to tell me.

When she said his name...Luke Skywalker...I almost lost it. I saw red. I was two seconds from removing my lightsaber and throwing a damn fit.

It was curiosity that won out. Curiosity as to how the fuck my son got to Tatooine; what Kitten learned; if she spoke to him. I needed to know everything.

Even through my turmoil, I found amusement in how she handled my old master. It may have even soothed some of my fire, knowing Kenobi got his ass ripped by my little Kitten. Gods, I can imagine his face when he realized the woman couldn't be harmed because she'd done nothing wrong. He may have betrayed me, but I knew him. He wouldn't have hurt someone completely innocent, especially Kitten, who I would normally describe as gentle.

Twins. I have twins. Luke and Leia. Twins! And Leia—a princess. Fit to be a queen, just like her mother.

When the two hours are up, I walk into the back and look down at Kitten. She's in the exact spot I placed her in.

I am so fucking lucky. Doing this without Kitten? It wouldn't be possible.

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Kat

I start to wake up, slowly coming to awareness. My body understands quicker, however. Anakin's warm lips are gently kissing my neck, and I'm immediately aroused. I reach up a hand and find the back of his neck as my mind begins to clear out the leftover sleep.

A moan cracks out when he suddenly slides his hand into my pants. His low chuckle in response finally pushes my eyes open, just as his fingers dance over my clit.

"Kitten," he says in a low, hungry voice, causing me to clench and push lightly against his hand. "Just relax."

Gods, I'm so kriffing exhausted—but his lips mesh with mine and it doesn't matter. Anakin senses this and begins tugging my pants down without breaking the kiss. I'm consumed in it, every swipe of his tongue lighting me up further.

He spreads my legs and his hands grip onto each ankle, situating them so my knees are far apart. I'm wide open for him and grateful he doesn't linger too long.

"Fucking perfect," he mumbles. I watch him watching his cock as he presses slowly inside me.

I moan in euphoria the entire long, measured stroke pushing deep into me. I pop my eyes back open as he pulls almost all the way out. He is still watching us, his mouth dipped open a fraction. He pushes in again, this time he's already wet from me and slides in smoothly.