|| Uninvited || An Anakin Skywalker Story

Chapter Twenty Two

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I stood there, alone in the middle of the foyer, waiting for my brain to catch up with reality. Anakin's hands on my skin, his lips on my neck, it all happened so fast yet so agonizingly slow at the same time. As soon as the haze cleared in my head and my thoughts finally kicked in, there was only one thing I was thinking: what the fuck?

I felt my face scrunch on confusion as I shifted from one foot to the other. I brought my arms up to wrap around my body, suddenly feeling very cold without feeling of Anakin's body heat. 

Anakin toying with my emotions was nothing new. He's done this before. But this felt different, instead of just messing with me it seemed like he was trying to prove some kind of point. For the first time, it felt like there might be emotion on his end. However what emotion I still had yet to decipher. Anger? Frustration? Possessiveness? Jealousy?

Next time you want Rayme to touch you. Remember this. Remember how I had you falling apart in my arms with just the slightest touch.

His words echoed in my mind. Why did he care what I thought when Rayme touched me? And why did Anakin want to remind me of what his hands could do? It didn't make sense. However, I couldn't deny the pull on my heart at the thought of Anakin maybe feeling like he has some sort of claim on me. Little does he know, I'm already his.

Shaking my head gently, I tried to end that line of thinking. As long as Anakin kept his mental barrier up, I had no shot in hell in figuring out the inner workings of is true emotions. Digging my fingernails into my arms, I was frustrated for allowing myself to succumb so easily to him. Anakin had me in the palm of his hand and he knew it. I mean he had me whimpering for stars sake. I was embarrassed and I hated feeling so weak, without an ounce of control.

I vowed that next time, if there is a next time, I wouldn't surrender complete control like that again.

So, with a deep exhale, I nodded to myself and made my way into the room Anakin had disappeared into. Which, consequently, seemed to be the only bedroom in this suite. I hesitated outside the door, unsure of how to approach him after what just happened. I didn't want Anakin to see how rattled I was, I didn't want him knowing how much of the upper hand he has. I decided I would try my damnedest to play it cool.

Without knocking, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. And because the galaxy seems to be testing me, I happened to walk in just as Anakin was pulling his shirt over his head. Again, I lost my breath as I took in Anakin's toned chest and stomach, carved to perfection from years of training and battle. I only allowed my eyes to linger for a few seconds before diverting them elsewhere as Anakin yanked the shirt off his head and tossed it onto a pile where his suit jacket and necktie laid discarded.

I kept my eyes set forward and walked over to the corner of the room were a plush chair held my bag. I could feel Anakin's eyes glued to me, and I was sure I'd be met with his classic Skywalker smirk if I caught his gaze. But I refused. I'd pretend like he wasn't there, half-naked and looking like an absolute god. It was no small feat, and I could feel heat rising to my cheeks. So, I quickly grabbed my bag and controlled my impulse to dart into the bathroom, instead forcing myself into slow, controlled footsteps.

Once I closed the bathroom door behind me, I let out a shaky breath. Starting at myself in the mirror, I took in my appearance. Despite the elegant dress and Ahsoka's handy work on my face, I could only see a girl who is in over her head. I took a step forward to examine my face closer. The flush still remained across my cheeks, and I noticed the berry stain of my lipstick had smudged beneath my bottom lip, likely due to Rayme's severe kiss. I brought the back of my hand up to wipe away the excess lipstick, as if I could erase the memory of his lips.