The Chosen One(s) | Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Chapter 56 - Angel (Part 2)*

*TW - Smut (because I can't go too long without writing another chapter about Anakin like this lol)

**A/N - Shout-out to @cahosanduouknowit for the quote under my last chapter that said "Anakin would let the world burn for us as long as we're his.". I think it beautifully describes his devotion and love for Y/N.

Also if everyone could please vote on my chapters, it would really help me boost this story's popularity.(:**

3rd-Person POV:

As soon as Anakin and Y/N got home, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Despite it only being a few days, it still seemed far too long to the both of them.

Anakin had been hesitant at first, knowing what his wife had went through. He thought she might want space. But she had insisted she was fine, and that all she wanted was to have the hands of the man she loved and trusted on her. She said that would make it all better, to replace their touch with his.

He made sure they talked about what happened on her mission, her feelings on the matter. If she was alright. If she should see someone...

But she knew she was okay now that she was with him again. She told him she wanted him, and how could Anakin ever deny her of anything. He was a man in complete and utter irrevocable love. He would do anything for her. Climb every mountain. Travel through every galaxy to find her. No matter the challenge, it would always be worth it to him when it came to her.

He would let the galaxy burn for her, as long as she was his.

And Y/N felt exactly the same way. Nothing could keep her from the love of her life. Her soul mate in every universe and dimension there could be, she knew they belonged to each other. No disagreement and no argument could come between them for long.

It's how they ended up in their apartment together now, underneath the satin sheets of their shared marriage bed. Y/N lied on her back, with Anakin's large frame caging her in from above. Their legs were intertwined, woven together just like their souls.

He stills once inside of her heat when he first enters her, letting out a soft groan at the sensation. He looks down at his wife's gorgeous naked frame laying on the bed before him, and all he can think is how did he get so lucky? He doesn't deserve her. He knows he doesn't. But he has her now and he's taking her anyways and he's not letting her go. He couldn't. Frankly he doesn't know how he went so long without her in his life the way she is now. The thought of it is torturous.

He gazes upon her, his hands resting on either sides of her head. She stares back up at him, meeting his loved up eyes and his lazy happy smile. She admires his features. His face is framed by a halo of dark golden curls, falling out of place as he shifts above her. She follows each of the unruly strands like lines on map... tracing them like lines to her heart.

She thinks he's a work of art. That he's so beautiful and that she could never tire of looking at his face, with his perfect teeth set into a perfectly straight smile surrounded by pink plump lips, and his oh so captivating light blue eyes like the Nabolian lakes. He's a gift from the Gods in her eyes, with his tan bronzy skin from the years under Tatooine's binary suns, and his physique filled out of marble-like muscle from decades of Jedi training. He was truly sculpted by the force and the heavens, and although he calls her his angel, she's certain he is the true designated holder of that title.

So she tells him exactly that. "I think you're the angel, Ani." She says, using that endearing nickname he loves (but only when she uses it).

His smile grows even wider, his forehead dipping closer to hers. His gaze shifts between her eyes, looking at her so affectionately she can feel it in her bones. "I thought we agreed you were the holder of that title." He teases, although in truth he is certain she is the angel in their relationship.