|| Uninvited || An Anakin Skywalker Story

Chapter Forty

Hellooooo! 

I am really enjoying writing these chapters of Kels and Anakin simply being together and allowing their natural chemistry to shine. 

But don't worry, action and drama are not far off. 

Please let me know what you think! And make sure you've read the chapter I posted earlier this week before jumping into this one. 

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"Do you trust me?" Anakin asked, biting his lip, a boyish gleam in his eyes.

I looked down at the plate that was just set down in front of me and felt my nose crinkle at the sight of the brown, chunky casserole.

"To be determined." I muttered, grabbing a fork to poke at the gelatinous mush before me.

"It's good, I promise." He said with an easy chuckle, reaching forward to push the plate closer to me with his index finger.

"I will try it," I said, narrowing my gaze and flicking my wrist to point my fork at him "but only because you earned some good will with that onion pancake."

Anakin laughed and allowed his smile to overtake his face. I couldn't help but mirror his expression.

We were currently sitting in a corner booth at a hole-in the-wall café on the outskirts of town that specialized in outer rim dishes. Anakin told me he would occasionally stop by to get a little taste of home. And so far, the food has been delicious. The onion pancake was a crispy, savory twist on a traditional crepe and delighted my taste buds. So, when he put in an order for Worrt Casserole, I was cautiously optimistic.

However, the brown sludge in front of me had me second guessing. But the adorably genuine anticipation in Anakin's eyes could get me to do anything.

So, I decided, fuck it, and dug in my fork.

The flavor was new, a blend of unfamiliar spices and seasonings. But ultimately, surprisingly tasty. My eyes flicked over to Anakin who looked at me with raised eyebrows, waiting for a reaction.

"And?" He asked me, his voice inflecting ever so slightly into a question.

I chewed and gently bobbed my head as if in deep consideration before I swallowed and smiled. "Not bad, not bad at all." I announced my verdict.

"I knew you'd like it." Anakin said, sitting back against the booth as he tipped his chin upward, giving me smug look. I rolled my eyes softly and chuckled in response.

"You know, I happen to have an in at the temple kitchen." I began with a sarcastic smirk, "I could pull some strings to get this stuff on the menu." I gestured to the half-eaten plates that now littered our table. Anakin has a tendency to order at a pace that quickly overtakes the available room in our stomachs.

"Oh shit," Anakin said with a laugh, "didn't realize my girl knew such powerful people."

"You'd be surprised what goes down in the kitchen, Skywalker." I replied, trying to force a serious expression but ended up cracking a smirk.

"I don't doubt it." He said with a wink, his blue eyes twinkling.

It felt good. To just be sitting at a café, having lunch with Anakin and falling into easy, flirty conversation. It felt so normal, so natural.

I found myself forgetting that I was sitting across from the celebrated war general, the famous Jedi knight, the chosen one.

This was just Anakin. My Anakin.