Star Wars Imagines/Preferences

Moving In - AU |Poe and Anakin| (mild smut)

•P O E•

You dropped your last box on the floor of Poe's studio apartment. You didn't have a lot of things, but it was enough to block off the kitchen. Poe let out a large breath as he put down the box he was carrying.

"What did you put in this thing?" He asked, breathlessly as he leaned against the countertop.

You smirked. "I'm sorry Hotshot. I guess I should've gotten the big box, because my wittle baby can't carry it." You mock and kiss his cheek.

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever Tinkerbell." He knew you hated that name. It made you feel small.

You crossed your arms and scowled. "Are you gonna help me unpack or what?" You ask, tapping your foot.

He chuckled. "I'm waiting for you to go tomato red like Tink." He said.

You let out a frustrated growl and opened the box labeled 'CLOTHES'. You felt his arms wrap around your waist as he pulled you to his chest. He kissed the top of your head tenderly, sending shivers all the way from your head to your toes.

"You know I was just kidding right?" He murmurs into your shoulder.

You hum in delight. "Yeah." You sigh out.

He presses you against the wall, his lips finding yours. Your hands travel up to his hair, your fingers tangling in his long, dark, curly locks. His hand travels down your back and towards you thigh.

He picks you up and carries you towards the living room still kissing you. He pulls back, a mischievous smile dances across his lips. You furrow your eye brows together, but before you can say anything he drops you on the couch. You let out a squeal.

"Poe! What the hell is wrong with you?!" You laugh.

"Oh nothing of just got a bad case of....JOHN CENA!" He yells out hopping down on top of you.

You yell out and start laughing as he starts tickling you while loudly singing John Cena's theme song.

"Poe.....stop!" You manage to say between laughs. He stops but doesn't get off. "Poe, get off." You whine, pushing on him.

He shakes his head. "Naw, I like you under me."

It takes awhile for what he said to sink in before you smack his shoulder. "Dirty boy! Off!" He chuckles and steps off of you.

"Now we have less time to unpack. Thanks a lot." You tease.

"Maybe when we're done unpacking..." He trails off and looks towards the bedroom door.

You narrow your eyes at him. "Stop."

"What I didn't say anything?" He said, putting his hands up in surrender.

You smile. "I'll consider it. Let's just focus on unpacking for now." You say, kissing his cheek.

•A N A K I N•

Saying Anakin's apartment was large, was an understatement. If this was what a regular apartment looked like, you wondered what the penthouse looked like.

"Ani, this is amazing." You sighed out.

"And it's all for you and me." He said, kissing your cheek. "I'll set the boxes down, while you explore." He said, turning into the living room, which a large L shaped couch and ottoman took up.

There was a small coffee table with two large plants on the side and large mounted TV above, with a ceiling to floor window, over looking the city. UN Peacekeepers sure got paid well. You wandered down the hall and entered the bedroom. The bed was large. Larger than anything you'd ever slept in.

You sighed and flopped on the bed closing your eyes and letting the mattress welcome you. The bed bounced as you felt someone climb on top of you. You opened your eyes and saw Anakin smiling down at you with his large blue eyes.

"Hey beautiful." He whispered.

"Ani it's amazing. I haven't even checked out the bathroom yet. I'm afraid to take a shit." You giggled.

He chuckled. "It's your house too. You can do whatever you want."

You smirked. "So you wouldn't mind if I changed this wallpaper to pink? This bachelor pad could use a bit of a lady's touch." You say, reaching up and twirling your finger in his hair.

He frowned. "No pink." He said, firmly.

"Who's gonna stop me?" You ask, wiggling your eyebrows.

"Me." He said, before flopping down on top of you, his weight anchoring you down. You push at Anakin as hard as you can, but he won't budge. "It's not gonna work." He said in a sing-song voice.

"Get off of me you sumo wrestler." You groan.

"What's the magic word?" He asked. "I'll give you hint. It has to do with you."

"Um....girlfriend?"

"No."

"Baby?"

"Try again."

"I don't know, but if you don't get your big Hercules body off of me, I'm gonna scream until the landlord kicks you out."

Anakin reluctantly rolled off of you and propped himself up on his elbow. "For the record, the password was beautiful." He said, leaning over and kissing you.

You let out a small moan against his lips pulling him closer. He climbs on top of you, and pulls back, but his lips never leave your skin. He kisses down your cheek, to your jawline, to your neck, to your collarbone, but before he can get any further, his phone starts ringing in his back pocket. He groans in frustration and sits up.

He pulls out his phone and looks at the caller ID. "It's Obi, I have to take this." He said.

You nod as he leaves the room. You sit up and lean against the backboard running your hands through your mussed up hair. Anakin rarely ever kissed you like that. Anakin came back in a few minutes later.

"What did Obi Wan want?" You ask.

"Nothing important." He says rolling his eyes. "Just something about the Chancellor, blah, blah, blah."

"I'm sure it was important if he had to call you so late in the afternoon."

"Yeah, but I was doing more important stuff. Speaking of," he said, pushing you down on the bed. "where were we?"

You giggle as he leans down and kisses you again.