~More than anything he wanted to know her. This yearning, so agonizing threatened to devour him whole.~Anakin Skywalker
Cassandra Pierce is hunted by a powerful evil, putting everyone in danger. Kamar Taj reaches out to the Jedi Temple for aid. Newl...
It was still dark out when Cassandra tiptoed through the cabin to the kitchen. The droid had adjusted the temperature controls for the cabin so she could walk around without being bundled up like a snowman. The one silver lining about the Chancellor's isolated cabin was the pool and hot tub.
At every opportunity she swam in the pool and soaked in the hot tub while Obi-Wan meditated in his room. After their disastrous dinner together, Cassandra took advantage of what space was available to keep a wide berth between her and the Jedi.
Hitting the light switch, she dug around in the pantry, grabbing a basket of potatoes and placed them on the counter. When she was out of balance, she wanted old-fashioned comfort food like her mom's fried potato hash, scrambled eggs, and pancakes.
The potatoes were an unusual green color. Cassandra hoped they tasted like normal otherwise breakfast would be a bust just like last night's dinner when she made grilled cheese accidentally with very spicy bread that sent her into a violent coughing fit.
Soon Anakin would be here, and she'd be rid of Obi-Wan Kenobi. Her Jedi was expected to arrive in Caranda sometime today. Just thinking about it made her giddy.
She shimmied excitedly across the floor, her bare feet sliding on the polished floorboards. 'I can't wait to see him!'
Digging through the drawers Cassandra located a paring knife and went to work. Hopefully, Anakin would arrive when breakfast was ready. She'd like him to share one of her favorite meals with him. A little taste of home away from home.
As the skins dropped, she replayed the sexy dream she had about Anakin that left her painfully aroused and disappointed when she woke up in the shadowed walls of her bedroom alone.
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Cherry blossom petals drifted over Anakin and Cassandra like rain as he kissed her. Lips softly gliding over hers.
Swiping the back of her hand across her perspiring forehead, Cassandra grabbed the next potato from the basket.
His fingers stroked gently down the column of her throat and over the thin silk covering her breasts.
Growling, Cassandra slammed the knife down bracing herself against the counter. Heat pooled low in her belly and her breasts tingled against the cotton of her pajama top. She clenched her thighs together reflexively. 'God, Anakin's not even here, and he's driving me crazy!'
She traced a finger over her bottom lip, imagining what it might feel like if he kissed her. If his full lips were as soft and gentle as they looked.
A gust of wind struck the side of the house, snapping Cassandra out of her daze. Breakfast. She had to make breakfast and not have inappropriate fantasies about her friend!
Cassandra returned to her task, grimly determined to ignore the visceral reaction of her body. Once the potatoes were frying in the skillet, she'd start on the pancakes.
