Star Wars: from conversations / reader requests

4 (continuation of #1): Revelation

A/N: clarification: Both Craving and Revelation take place approximately a little over one year after the Battle of Endor. (By now, the Battle of Jakku has already occurred.) Unfortunately, despite treatment with more advanced technologies, Anakin is still on the long road to recovery.

A/N: LOTS OF FLUFF and quick depiction of sex approaching. (though I suppose the depiction isn't as vivid as most sex scenes, since if you're a "long-time" reader, you'd probably know I'm not very fond of writing that stuff... and obviously I barely have any clue how it even works lol)

A/N: it seems like every Star Wars fanfic I've ever written morphs into fluff, no matter how hard I try. Oops. 

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Slender legs stalked down the hall, hurrying towards the door. The sun beamed through the large transparisteel windows of the dining area, casting light onto her white gown.

Someone weakly croaked, "Going so soon?"

Leia Organa turned her head to see her father shakily struggle to get out his chair, clutching a small sack of breakfast in a mechanical right hand. She chuckled in embarrassment, her face reddening as she awkwardly headed towards the frail man. "I overslept, remember?"

There was a low grunt in reply; she did not know if that was an answer, or simply a verbal depiction of his tremendous exertion, though she supposed it was the latter. After catching his breath, Anakin let out a quiet "hmm?" and arched a hairless brow. Leia tenderly adjusted the hearing aids placed on his ear-stubs. "I overslept, Father," she murmured into his ear. Then, gently, she pushed back Anakin's mechanical fingers from the sack and grabbed it, meanwhile delicately lowering the aged man back onto the chair. Wrapping her petite arms around his neck in a childlike fashion and comfortably leaning her head onto his shoulder, she murmured into his ear stub, "why didn't you wake me?"

A benign, unfocused gaze slowly shifted left, towards her relaxed face. Anakin's kind eyes crinkled as he rasped, "you were sleeping so soundly, I dared not rouse you." Mechanical appendages dotingly brushed the evident ring of fatigue on her fine skin, just below her long dark lashes; his faded blue eyes gleamed in fatherly concern. "Oh, my sweetheart... look at you, so worn-down. You should be resting more."

She closed her eyes at the touch, trying to hide her blush, cherishing the closeness that they shared, even if it was for just a moment. Then, with reality coming back to her, Leia let herself go from her temporary bliss.

"I have senatorial duties, Father." She reached up and gave a quick kiss on his pasty cheeks. "I have to go now. Goodbye..."

Disappointedly, Anakin nodded, squeezing her hand in reply. Sadness lingered on his face, as he wished his daughter would stay with him for a few more minutes.

"Oh, Daddy... cheer up, 'kay? I'll be back before you know it. I love you." Another light peck on the cheek, and she was gone.

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A melancholic Anakin sat hunched on the plushy blue sofa (that his daughter had purchased for his comfort), staring blankly into the holoprojector, not really paying attention to the broadcasting HoloNet video. A sleeping C-3PO, as well as a medical droid, lingered by his side, tending to his every need. (After settling down, he soon shut C-3PO off; the gold-plated droid's constant nagging did his fatigue no good.) Anakin's fragile eyes were hidden away from where the sunlight shone, and the transparisteel bore dark shades acting as filters so that his pale skin would not be burnt. However, the inside of the residence was still dimly illuminated, enough so that he could see without his eyes turning sore.