The Chosen One(s) | Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Chapter 64 - Insatiable*

*TW - smut*

Anakin's POV:

I feel her slowly stir awake in my arms. I watch her face closely as her eyes peer open, searching for any subtle indication of how she's feeling.

Meanwhile I haven't slept all night... or in days really if I'm being completely honest with myself. Every time I shut my eyes and allow my subconscious to take over, the nightmare I wish would go away returns to torment me.

Always.

But I try not to think about that.

Tentatively, I brush my lips across her upper arm, lightly grazing. "Good morning, Angel." I murmur against her smooth skin.

She huffs out an insincere laugh, not turning her body over in our bed to face me. "I feel anything but deserving of that title right now."

I comb through the emotions flowing through her signature, and the guilt and remorse I find in return is all-consuming. She shouldn't feel this way. It's undeserved.

"Y/N," I utter her name cautiously.

She doesn't respond, still not meeting my gaze.

"Y/N," I say her name a little firmer. "Look at me,"

Releasing a shaky breath, she turns around, finally meeting my gaze hesitantly, and I can see the onset of tears brimming in the inner corners of her eyes.

I reach up to cup her cheek in my palm calmly, not taking my eyes off hers. "You didn't have a choice."

"No," she disagrees, shrugging her hand away from mine.

"What do you mean no?" I ask. "Is that not the truth?"

"I had disabled him when I severed his arm. At that point he was no longer a threat to you, Ani." She exhales. "And he was unarmed. I didn't have to plunge that lightsaber through his chest." Her eyes fill with shame. "Force— I'm not even supposed to be yielding a lightsaber anymore to begin with!"

"Stop," I reach out for her hand again, giving it a delicate squeeze. "I know that's not how you felt in that moment. Your survival instincts— your instincts to protect— they guided your decision. You know deep down it was the right one to be made."

"But—"

"I know you." I maintain my belief in her morals without any doubt. "You would have never done that if you didn't feel it was necessary."

She sighs. "You're right, but—"

"He was still a threat. He would have continued to fight us until we were dead. He was set on what he wanted. It was him or us, Y/N. And that was his decision to fight— not ours." I remind her. "He didn't care that I was unarmed when he aimed his lightsaber at me. He orchestrated it even."

Her eyeline waters again, and she wraps her arms around me, pulling me to her chest. "I couldn't let him hurt you, Ani."

I wrap my arms around her too, gently stroking the back of her head. "You saved my life— my darling Angel sent from the moons."

Releasing from our embrace, but not letting go of each other completely, her wide eyes peer up at me. "How am I going to tell Breha?" She asks, thinking of her biological Aunt that is still completely unknowledgeable to their relation. "Will she even believe me?"

"We have DNA evidence." I remind her with an encouraging smile. "And we can perform another blood test with her to show your relation once we get to Alderaan. Plus— we both know she saw her sister in you the moment she laid eyes on you."