Star Wars Imagines

Anakin Skywalker - Merciless

"If you're not with me, you're against me," Anakin growled, baring his teeth with animalistic aggression.

You swallowed hard and backed away. Gripping your only defense with whitened knuckles, you felt the back of your knees hit the bed. "Ani, wait. Don't do this."

He advanced as you fell back, mercilessly whispering, "It's too late for that, now."

You scrambled up on the bed and readied your weapon. "I have the high ground now," you said with a smirk.

Anakin rolled his eyes. "Laws of strategy don't apply in pillow fights, Kitten." He swung his pillow at your legs.

Engaging in evasive maneuvers, you jumped and brought your own pillow down on his unsuspecting head. He chuckled, pretending to reel from the soft blow, and before you knew it, he was pulling your foot out from beneath you.

You landed on your butt, still on the bed, with your legs dangling over the edge. Anakin stood between your knees and placed his pillow to the side. You tensed as he leaned in slowly, letting his breath tickle your ear. "I win. And I will continue win every time, even when I lose, because you're mine, Kitten." Withdrawing, he flicked the tip of his tongue over your earlobe.

This time, you took him by surprise. You had managed to sneak your hand to his discarded pillow while he was distracted, and when he pulled away, you smacked him upside the head.