𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱 || 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒𝟖: 𝐍𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮. ●

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WARNING: Smut! Oral sex (female receiving). And like, tons of it. Degrading, overstimulation (!!!), a little bit of dacryphilia. Lil bit of praising. Cuddles and fluff!!! ... Angst. TORTURE.

A/N: The first part of his chapter is Anakin fulfilling his promise from last chapter, so no need to call the smut police on me! The second part is me fulfilling my desire to introduce angst into Phoenix *heart eyes emoji*

Also hugeeeee shout out to my friend Emma for taking on the task of proofreading! She was MAJOR help and I'm so so so thankful for her!!! Love you girlie <3 also huge thanks to everyone who volunteered! I highly appreciate your willingness and kind heart!

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Y/N's POV

Said and done, I followed the steps Anakin commanded me.

I went back to the party, legs feeling like jelly and hair messier than before, to say my goodbyes and finalize the last couple of agreements. After making sure everyone on my list was on the Empire's side, I told Hunter to gather the clones to leave to the mother vessel, and especially take good care of a very stoned Obi-Wan.

Unable to contain myself, I walked towards the spot where Anakin and Padmé were wrapping up the signing of the treaty.

—Great doing business with you. —Anakin smirked to her, taking the paper in his hands and out of the protection case. Padmé doubted for some seconds, huffing a little before she began to give the necessary signatures.

—Kinny, about what I proposed you-

—Padmé. Let me stop you right there. —He put his hand up. —Now that I got this shit- —He pointed at the paper. — -out of the way, I'm free. I'm not interested, not even a little bit. Not at all.

She clenched her jaw harshly, slowly blushing. I stayed behind, leaning on a column to spy on them. Seeing this as a spectator was somehow more thrilling.

—And I would be somehow kind of sorry if it wasn't because you tried to bully my girlfriend into thinking I didn't love her-

—Girlfriend?!—She panicked in a gasp.

—When in fact I love her more than I have ever loved you. I'm not even trying to hurt you, it's just the truth. —He chuckled. —And it's none of your business, but I tell her that everyday. She goes to sleep and I tell her, she wakes up and there I am, saying the same three words again, and again, and again. Like a fucking alarm clock and I fucking love it. —He shrugged his shoulders. —Not a day goes by that I don't remind that woman how she is the center of my world.

By this point, Padmé was not angry, she was disappointed and humiliated, probably counting the seconds until this speech was over. Me? I was hoping the exact opposite, that it would never end. Anakin sensed my presence and turned to see me, offering me his hand to pull me in.

—Phoenix, I don't call you angel. I don't know if you like that pet name better. —He gave a shy side smile. —But I call you sweetheart, because you own it. My heart. All of me. —He kissed my knuckles.

—I like sweetheart better. —I whispered, caressing his cheek.

—Me too. —Anakin smiled, closed the gap and kissed me sweetly. —I see a future, baby. And it's always with you. Only you.

Padmé cleared her throat, cutting our nauseating, but romantic moment together.

—Message received I guess. —She forced a smile, taking her purse.