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ARAMINTA SOLARII was a weapon. She knew she had sharp edges and the ability to wound, she knew she could make people fear her and that violence was in her nature. It was something she had come to accept, but the intention behind her shape had shifted over the years. Still, a weapon was a weapon, no matter how it was used or who stood behind the blade.
Anakin Skywalker held her like she was so much more. It was interesting to be held like a weapon, to be treated with care and respect, but still trusted and admired. But it was something Araminta was coming to accept, because she simply could not think of another reason why he looked at her the way he did or why he wasted the night hours with her.
Since the second invasion of Geonosis, the pair had made more of an effort to steal time when they could between assignments, scattered nights in each week and brief kisses in dark corridors. Anakin hadn't fallen asleep with her again yet, but Araminta was waiting for the night he did. She had rarely seen him look as peaceful as he had that night after the campaign, battle-weary and in her arms.
If it wasn't for the restricted touches and lingering looks the second someone else was around, Araminta might have imagined this was what a normal relationship felt like. Her time with Daesha had been interspersed with Octavian's iron fist and returning from missions with copper under her fingernails, and while it hadn't been a secret, it had hardly been close to normal or soft. And the same went for the girl she had been entangled with.
Anakin made it easy to hate that the Jedi Order existed, more than she already did, but she would take the forbidden moments shared between them over nothing. She knew the fact he had agreed to see her at all as a Jedi instead of swallowing his feelings was impressive as is, but she figured that was why she liked him so much.
"I was thinking," Anakin said slowly, one day, the sun catching his features as he pulled away from her for breath. Araminta was rarely in his room during the daytime, but they had started to get braver, it seemed.
"You can do that?" Araminta said, patting down his shirt.
"Yes," he said in a saturated voice. "Well, now the thought's gone."
She cocked her head at him. "I'm sure it was wonderful."
Someone knocked. Anakin and Araminta both froze in place, the assassin poking her head out from behind him, as if she could see through the door. Anakin stayed very still, looking like a deer in the headlights, before Araminta pushed off the bed and took him with her.
"It's not illegal for me to be here," Araminta hissed.
"Touche," he relented. Anakin ran a hand through his hair as he headed for the door, opening it. "Ah, Master," Anakin greeted. Araminta gave Obi-wan a small wave in greeting as he entered.
