𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐘 - (Anakin x Reader)

𝟓𝟑 - 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐭

I held his hand the entire time.

My fingers refused to let go.

He held my hand the entire time.

His thumb rubbed gentle circles over my skin.

Electronics beeped and needles jabbed into his bare arm as he sat opposite the same nurse who had aided me only a few weeks ago.

Now Anakin, the nurse, two security troopers and I situated ourselves in one of the temples medical rooms.

In total Anakin and I, husband and wife had spoken about ten words to each other, since we had gotten here, since he had turned back to being Anakin.

After clambering out of the sewers and contacting the council, it had all unrolled in such a blur.

Our hands had met in the silence of our thoughts and hadn't let go since, like they were scared to be apart for the fear of losing the other. Which in a way, was true.

It wasn't awkward but in a way everything about him felt new. I stumbled over my actions and words like I'd completely forgotten how to act to him.

And now, Anakin sat atop a counter with the nurse beside him, drawing blood for tests to see if it was really him. As they conversed over his health and diagnostics, I zoned out into what felt like another dimension.

Not a word made it my ears as my trance was fixated on Anakin with no intent to break away.

I observed every inch of him, the way his eyes stayed focused on the nurse as he listened so intently. I always loved that about him, he could listen to you for hours on end, moaning about whatever-it-was and still never break eye contact or show he was bored.

As I watched him now, I appreciated every little part, every single detail that made up my husband (GIF above)

The way his jawline locked, sharp enough to cut like a blade.

The way his skin glistened under the harsh, white lights.

The way his hair rolled effortlessly in sandy, golden waves.

The way his muscles flexed as he rolled his shoulders to ease their aching tension.

The way he turned to face me now, his lips moving as he spoke to me, his eyes darting across my face.

"(y/n)?" he seemed to repeat.

With a quick shake of my head and a few trance-breaking blinks, I responded "oh! yes, sorry what did you say?"

Anakin turned to the nurse who repeated her question "how are you feeling (y/n), your wounds all better now?" she asked as she pulled out the drip from Anakin's arm, dabbing the spot of blood with a cotton bud.

"Oh" my face turned down, avoiding Anakin's gaze "yep...yes, all just bruising and healing now" I nodded, keeping my eyes fixed on the floor.

"What wounds? when-" Anakin darted his eyes between us in utter confusion.

"It's nothing really..." his concerned-stricken expression only got deeper. He clearly had forgotten, or not realised the damage Vader had done "well, from back on...Mustafar. You know when you- Darth Vader hurt...me"

I wish I could have re-winded twenty seconds and simply ignored her question if it meant not having to see the look that wiped across Anakin's face now.

He had been quieter ever since he had come back, like he was trying to reel in all his thoughts. But now he wasn't only quiet, he fell silent and the tension in the room tightened like a knot that seemed like it could never come undone.