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"The one you shouldn't fall in love with, is the one you end up falling in love with."

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Anakin hadn't spoken a single word as he scowled at the pair, the tension in the air only thickening with the uncomfortable silence. Ahsoka noticed what she walked in on seconds after her announcement, because she gave me an apologetic look as she mouthed an 'I'm sorry', and I waved my hand in dismissal, feeling slightly grateful. Piett on the other hand, may have noticed as well that Anakin was about to kiss me, but it was hard to tell given the scared shitless expression he was currently holding.

I was so caught up in the moment that I almost leaned into the kiss myself, and now that I'm somewhat in the right head space—since I'm still high on the edible, but not high off the tension—I'm not sure it would've been a good idea to allow that to happen. I know getting close to him is what Kenobi wants from me, and I really thought it'd be easy which is why I said yes in the first place. But my morals and guilt over using him and basically cheating on my husband were currently weighing on my chest. And I can't help but constantly think to myself that maybe I wasn't cut out for this kind of work like I thought, I've always been an emotional person.

Nevertheless, I can't deny that my heart was still beating strong and it intensified every-time I looked at Skywalker. And despite my guilt, it was followed by the urge to finish what we started — my mind is a confusing mess right now and I one hundred percent blame the drug. I know once I'm sober, these unfaithful amorous thoughts will leave as quickly as they came.

"Are you going to say something or just stare?" Ahsoka finally asked as she folded her arms over her chest.

I was still sitting on top of the counter with Anakin between my legs, his hands resting on the counter next to my thighs while his cologne intoxicated me, "Couldn't you see that I was in the middle of something?" He finally spoke as he stood up straight and removed his hands from the counter, his body now facing their direction.

His little sister and best friend were stunned by his response, "Do you-" She began, her brows knitting, "Do you not care about what I just said?" She raised her and Piett's joint hands up like she was making sure he knew exactly what she was saying.

"If you two really think I didn't know, you're dumber than I thought." His words sounded muffled, like a gravitational pull was whipping the sound of his voice away from me, and my head began to spin, "I've known for months and I don't care, I was just waiting to see which one of you would have the cojones to tell me."

"Wait, but how did you find out?" Ahsoka questioned, her voice sounded just as disoriented as her brothers.

What the hell was happening to me?

"It wasn't hard, you two haven't exactly been subtle. Like seriously Piett, your constant ogling of her gave it away before anything else. And there was a time when you came to talk to me with lipstick on your collar, a shade I knew she was wearing that night because she forced me to pick it for her when she was being indecisive," He rolled his eyes just as I gripped the counter to stop myself from falling over like I felt like I was. Seconds later there was a warm touch on my cheeks. Anakin held my face and pulled my dazed gaze to him, "Hey, are you okay?" He asked with sincerity now that he noticed my unsteady condition.

I slowly shook my head as I absentmindedly placed my hands on top of his, "I don't feel good." I whispered and laid my head to the side in one of his palms. My body felt like it was being drenched in cold water as my veins froze into icicles, so his warm touch was everything I craved in this moment.

(I can smell the infinity war comments)

"You feel sick? Is there something you need me to do?" My eyes were closed so I could no longer see his caring expression, but his hands were caressing my cheeks as he pushed hair away from my face, "Ahsoka how much did you give her?"

"I swear it wasn't a lot, she even broke the one I gave her into a smaller one." She sounded close to me, yet far at the same time.

He sighed and I could feel myself being lifted up and held to a warm body. Never in my life have I ever felt as calm and comfortable as I do right now. Aside from the fact that my mind was a jumbled mess and I was so high I couldn't move, I was still as untroubled as I could be. It was the strangest feeling I've ever experienced.

"This is why I told you edibles were dangerous, you don't know how much is in each piece snip."I could hear and feel his voice rumbling in his chest as he carried me bridal style up the stairs, "You're switching to a different consumption method or you're done." He said sternly with a tone that screamed it wasn't up for debate.

Ahsoka didn't put up a fight like I was waiting to hear, instead she obediently agreed, "Okay, but she's going to be okay right?"

"Yeah she'll be fine," He assured her, "It was just a little too much for her, but she'll sleep it off fine and be good as new by morning." He said confidently.

I slowly opened my eyes and peered up at him with my head laying against his chest, "Are you an expert with drugs?" I questioned without thinking. I know why I asked it—I had a theory that he was making his money by drug dealings, but a big shot one that works for the cartels or something like that—I just don't know why I asked it like that and so suddenly. I hope it didn't come off as too interrogational and he wouldn't think much of it.

He immediately looked down at me with furrowed brows, "What?" He asked with a laugh, "No, I just experimented a lot growing up, so I know a few things," He lightly shrugged as he adjusted his hold on me, "And glad to see you're still able to talk, you doing alright?"

I nodded, rubbing my hair against his chest, "I'm tired," I said, but it was as if I wasn't speaking anymore. I felt like I was in the backseat watching and listening to everything happening like my own life was a Netflix show, "Do you actually like me?" I whispered as the real me that was no longer in control screamed at the high me to shut up.

He looked up and then behind him, where I'm guessing is where Ahsoka and Piett might be, "You're a sweet girl, and I love how headstrong you are - it's the most appealing thing about you," He spoke low, purposely so the ones behind us wouldn't hear him, "But things between us need to remain professional, I shouldn't have let it get as far as it did earlier - especially given your condition."

"So is that a yes?" I asked, his words of rejection being ignored.

He breathed a sharp laugh as he looked down and met my eyes again, his gaze visibly softening, "Did you hear anything I just said?" He raised a brow and turned to the side to use his shoulder to push in a door, and judging by the color of the walls - it was Ahsoka's room.

"I might've, but you never answered my question so-" I paused when he gently set me on the bed and it was ten times more comfortable than I remembered. I already forgot whatever it was that we were talking about, nor did I care, I was about to have the best nights sleep of my life.

Anakin's soft laughs breezed through the air and made me smile, "You're making this more difficult than it should be." He said in a quiet sigh as I slowly closed my heavy eye-lids.

"Just ask her on a date you pussy before I find her someone with real balls," Ahsoka tested him and the last thing I heard was a light smack, followed by her angry protests.

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With a sharp inhale, I shot up from the bed and looked around the room — forgetting where I was for a split second. Until my eyes landed on Ahsoka sleeping quietly next to me, and all my memories came flooding back.

The last thing I remembered was the edible hitting hard and taking me away from this reality. I have to say, I didn't exactly hate it, but I am bummed that I fell asleep and hardly experienced it. I basically felt like I had taken it for no reason except to maybe get the sleep I had sorely been missing. Maybe, just maybe I'll try again, but not an edible. I was stupid for taking that as my first time anyway, I should've went smaller.

I rubbed my tired eyes and yawned as I moved the blanket off of me. My mouth and throat were so dry they felt like they were burning, so I was going to go to the kitchen and get water — not the soda that was still sitting here which would probably burn my throat even more.

I hopped off the bed and tiptoed out of the room, hoping I remembered where the kitchen was. Thankfully I did and found it with little to no issues - if we don't count the minor dead end I walked into or the corner I hit with my shoulder during a turn. In my defense, I'm positive the THC was still in affect since I was still a bit on the dizzy and disoriented side, it just wasn't as strong as before.

The first thing I did was open the fridge, grab a bottle of water, and chug the entire thing until it was empty. I then proceeded to do that one more time and it was only then when I felt even mildly satisfied. So after tossing the bottles into the trash, I placed my folded arms on the corner and laid my head down, just to give myself a few seconds of rest before going back upstairs.

"So if I ever need to find you, is this where I should look?" I heard a familiar voice and the sound of his footsteps as he walked into the room, "The place where all the food is?" Anakin teased with a charming smile as he got closer to me.

I stood up straight with a smile of my own, "Possibly," My mind traveled to before when we almost kissed in this very room. I could still feel that tension that was between us lingering in the air too, remaining there as unfinished business, "I never did get to eat earlier."

"I can make you something, beautiful," He offered in a soft whisper. And once he reached me, he grabbed me by my hips and pushed me up against the counter. His sincere and good boy act was dropped, replaced by the complete opposite, "But after we finish what we started earlier," He picked me up as if I weighed nothing and set me on the counter before pushing himself between my legs. His lips were lightly grazing against mine as a tease and his hands squeezed my hips.

Everything happened so fast, I had forgotten to breathe and the second his lips grazed mine — I was overcome with the urge to close the distance and run my fingers through his soft-looking hair. But I controlled myself and leaned back with wide eyes, "What-what are you doing?" I asked in a shaky voice.

He took his lips away from mine and brought them to my ear, "It seems so wrong doesn't it?" He whispered and slowly began nibbling on my earlobe. I was too stunned by this sudden shift I'm attitude that I didn't even tell him to stop. He was usually so shy and quiet, so this was quite a turn.

"Yes," I answered in what sounded like a needy moan, "This is wrong we can't do this," It is wrong, this is all wrong and I was telling myself to move away, but I didn't listen. Instead, I got lost in those soft blue eyes that met mine again, I wonder if there will ever be a day I get used to the beauty of them.

He brought his hand up from my hip and caressed my cheek, "Then why does your heart skip a beat whenever you see me?" He tucked my hair behind my ear — my mind instantly flashed memories of moments where he did cause my heart to skip a beat. And it was a lot more than I had remembered, some were only moments my subconscious had noticed rather then me, like the first time him and I met for example, "Why are you always thinking about me?" He cupped my cheeks and lowered his face to mine, "And if it's so wrong, then why does it feel so right?" He whispered as his lips softly grazed mine and I could feel them parting and begging to become one with mine.

My body and soul had reacted quicker than my mind could and I closed the distance between us by crashing my lips to his. I entangled my fingers in his hair, and pulled him closer to deepen the forbidden act - my mind being completely empty of anything except for what was happening right now.

He kissed me back instantly; starting at my lips and making his way down until he got to my neck. "Anakin," I moaned his name when he placed his hands back on my thighs and squeezed them — pulling our bodies together and pressing his bottom half against mine.

Wrong, this was more than wrong - but god damn it, why does it feel right?

"You're mine," He moaned softly and I smiled as I tightened the hold I had on him.

"I'm yours-"

With a loud gasp I shot my head up from the counter and peered around the dark and empty kitchen — I fell asleep.

It was a dream... Anakin, the kiss, everything, it was all just a dream. And the concerning thing is how disappointed I felt that it wasn't real. But how could I think that? How could I possibly feel that?

Was it the drug? Was it my loneliness? My depression over Connor?

I sighed heavily as I laid my head back down, more guilt rising into my heart, but I'm not exactly sure what I'm feeling guilty about right now — what the hell is happening to me?

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Hope you liked it!
So clearly I'm trying to go into the transition of her realizing her feelings for him and all that so I just wanted to ask how you think it's going so far? Is it realistic enough? Am I going slow enough? Am I doing her confusion correctly? Any critic is welcome as long as it's said in a nice way and non-judgmental way ❤️
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