|| Uninvited || An Anakin Skywalker Story

Chapter Twenty Four

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Apologies for the wait, I was a little under the weather. 

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"That mother fucker drugged me?" Anakin seethed as we sped down the seemingly endless flights of stairs. I had to literally drag him with me as he threatened to turn around and confront Rayme multiple times.

"And he put his hands on you like that," He continued as we rounded a final corner before the exit. So close, we were so close to getting out of here. However, before we could step out into the crowd outside, Anakin jerked away from me and spun back towards the stairs "I'll fucking kill him."

"Anakin, please." I pleaded with him as I hurried to catch his elbow and dig my heels into the ground, attempting to hold him in place before he took off back upstairs. I had slipped up and used his real name, but I was so desperate to get out of here, I threw caution to the wind. I couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't the last we'd see of Rayme, and I wanted to put as much distance between us and his sinister crew as possible.

Anakin must have picked up on the desperation in my voice, because he hesitated and turned to look at me. Again, I saw the battle behind his eyes between his rational mind and the chemicals pumping through his veins that had his irrational impulses on hyperdrive. He clenched his jaw and nodded sharply, allowing me to pull him towards the exit.

He didn't say much as we made our way through the streets, but I could practically feel his simmering rage. He kept his eyes set forward, singularly focused on getting back to our room and out of the public eye. I shared his desire to be back safe and alone, behind a locked door. My anxiety was at an all-time high and I was plagued by the sensation of being followed. I was constantly throwing glances over my shoulder to make sure it was all just in my head.

When we finally made it back to the room, I could have let out a sob of joy if I weren't so exhausted from hauling a man twice my size through the streets of Canto Bight. I practically shoved Anakin through the door and slammed it shut behind us, quickly deadbolting the lock. I slumped against the door and let out a deep exhale which sent the loose hairs framing my face flying.

Anakin was pacing back and forth, clenching and unclenching his fists by his side.

"When is this shit going to wear off?" He asked, closing his eyes and rolling his head with a grimace. I bit my lip, unsure of what to say. I had no doubt Anakin was highly uncomfortable. And I can't imagine how taxing the mental battle he was currently fighting must be.

"Try sitting down. Relax." I suggested, figuring he could use the rest. But he immediately shook his head.

"I need to keep moving." He muttered, shaking his arms out by his side. I nodded, feeling utterly useless. However, I remained in my position in front of the door. I wasn't entirely certain Anakin wouldn't charge out of this room if given the chance.

"You just need a distraction." I muttered, scanning the room for any source of conversation that would take his mind off his current predicament. Anakin scoffed as he continued to pace before he stopped to look at me.

"We could fuck." He then said with serious expression.

Heat immediately surged to my face, and I felt my jaw drop. I knew it was just a symptom of the crylex, he wasn't thinking rationally. He had been reduced to acting on primal needs and impulses.

"Anakin!" I choked out, unable to contain my shock.

"It would be an excellent distraction." He said, taking a step towards me and pinning me with his half-crazed gaze. "And I need to...expend some of this energy."