Sorry it took a minute, but it is still Saturday for me so technically it is on time ❤️❤️

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"Emotions can be contained for a limited time, but eventually, they overflow, leading to unpredictable actions."

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I never considered myself a jealous person. During my marriage to Connor, I was surrounded by many attractive women that he too worked with. Allowing jealousy in to control my thoughts and emotions would have only added unnecessary stress to my life. So instead, I opted to have trust, breathe, and let things be. And it typically worked out just fine—until recently of course.

That's why my behavior when I went back downstairs felt so out of character for me. There was Padmé, who I thought had already left, but apparently she had returned shortly after I went upstairs with Anakin. From what I could hear from their conversation, it was because she needed to use the bathroom and ended up engaged in conversation with Ahsoka and Piett afterwards.

She was so focused on what they were talking about so she didn't see or hear me coming down. And it wasn't until I tapped her shoulder to turn her around and slapped her across the face that she finally realized I was there.

I didn't even know I was going to do that until it was done, as if something inside me took control the moment I caught sight of her familiar, brown curly hair and day dress.

Piett's eyes grew wide with surprise, and Ahsoka looked just as shocked, though she seemed more amused than anything else.

"How dare you come in here and kiss my boyfriend." I snapped as she raised her hand to her cheek, which was starting to turn a light pink. Her face showed disbelief. "You had your chance with him, and now that's over now. He's with me, and he's happy—so just stay out of our lives." I felt like crying as I confronted her; the emotions surrounding everything going on was a little too much for me right now. Maybe that's why I reacted the way I did; I was exhausted from keeping everything bottled up and this was the only thing I could really lose myself with.

I thought she would run off, leave, or maybe even start crying, but instead, she surprised me by pushing me and I stumbled a few steps back. "I had him first, and if you think for a second that he doesn't still care about me, then you're lying to yourself." She got into my face and I balled my fists at my side, holding back as much as I could, "He still has me apart of his life for a reason—" I barely let her finish before I lunged at her, completely losing my temper.

"Should we do something?" I heard Piett ask.

"No, let her handle it," Ahsoka replied, her tone calm yet firm, as if she believed I could manage this confrontation on my own.

She fought back right away, her fists swinging in the air, but I had more training than she could ever possess. It didn't take long before I had her pinned on the ground in a headlock, after a few weightless punched from her. My lips were close to her ear, and I whispered, "He might still care for you in a way a stranger cares for a fucking homeless person on the street that they feel sorry for, but it'll never be more than that—ever again."

Her breath hitched, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of doubt in her eyes. But then, she twisted her body, trying to break free from my grip. "You don't know anything about him!"

I tightened my hold, "I know enough and I chose not to run like you did," I replied firmly.

"Oh—really now?" she growled, her tone daring me to respond.

"What's happening down here?" Anakin's voice rang out in the large room, clear enough for everyone to hear, followed by the sound of his footsteps as he came down the stairs. "(Y/n), let her go," he demanded. Padmé and I were still locked in a stare, her head tilted just enough to meet my gaze, but not enough for me to loosen my hold. In that brief moment, we shared a silent exchange; her eyes challenged me, while mine conveyed that I knew everything I needed to know about him, and my love remained unchanged, unlike hers had been originally. "Now, please."

Finally I listened to him and released her, and Padmé rolled away to stand up. I stood as well, keeping my eyes fixed on her as she caught her breath and adjusted her wrinkled dress. I felt slight regret for attacking her the way I did, it wasn't very cop-like of me, but at the same time—I didn't regret it, because it felt so good to let something out.

Anakin moved to stand beside me. "Padmé, thank you for coming by with your concerns about Sheev, but I think it's best if we don't see or speak to each other again."

Her expression fell as her gaze shifted between us, "You can't be serious. That psycho attacked me, not the other way around." Seeing a grown woman whine was more annoying than a child's whining in my opinion, "She is lucky I don't press charges on her for it, or you know what Ani? Maybe I will."

"What did you just say?" His tone went from calm to dead serious, his eyes mirroring his voice. If looks could kill, she'd have dropped dead seconds ago, "You will not threaten her Padmé, or me. There will be no pressing charges because you're a smart girl and know better than to bring cops into this place and into my life—don't you?"

Piett and Ahsoka were both leaning against the bar, watching all of this unfold. Though their gaze fell into unison, holding the same serious stare as Anakin as they looked at Padmè, "He asked you a question May," Ahsoka spoke up, "I suggest you answer it."

"Sure," she replied, but her tone lacked conviction. It felt as if she was dismissing the gravity of her situation, even though from my perspective, she looked like a hunter caught in a den with three wolves surrounding her, all of them trying to protect their own—me.

"I'm not sure if you do," Anakin placed his hand on my shoulder for a second before moving toward Padmé. He wrapped her in a hug that seemed almost suffocating, holding her tight enough for her face to turn almost blue. He leaned in close, whispering something into her ear that I couldn't hear. When he finally let go, color returned to her cheeks, and she gasped for air. "Do you get it now?" he asked again, his voice firm.

"Yes," she replied quickly, a tremor of fear in her words. Her eyes locked on his with utter disbelief in them, "You wouldn't actually do that to me, would you?" She whispered, though with the room being as silent as it was, we all heard it. Her question had to be related to whatever he whispered into her ear.

He nodded, "For her, yes." He reached across the bar and picked up a small yellow bag, extending it toward her. "Now, please go."

With tears glistening in her eyes, Padmè snatched the bag from his hand and stormed out of the club, making sure to slam the door behind her. "What did you say to her?" I asked as soon as he turned to face me.

He shrugged lightly and stepped closer, "Nothing really," he said, intertwining his fingers with mine. "Come, you have a bit of blood on your lip." He gently pulled me, guiding me toward the bathroom, away from Ahsoka and Piett, who were deep in conversation about Padmè and the club's opening tonight. It was clear that chaos was a regular part of their lives; even a small fight as that didn't seem to faze them.

Once inside the bathroom, he closed the door and led me to the sink. "Anakin," I broke the silence as he grabbed a paper towel and dampened it under the faucet. "What did you say to her?"

He brought the towel to my lip, wiping gently. His eyes narrowed when he didn't find a cut. "This is her blood, isn't it?" He questioned and I nodded. He continued to clean the small spots on my face that had come from her split lip—she hadn't landed an actual hit on me, I was in perfect condition. "I told her," he said, tossing the paper towel into the trash with a sigh, "that if she went to the police and tried to get you arrested for assault, there would be some serious consequences."

"Like what?" I searched his face, eager to understand more about the man I was ready to give my life to and what he was capable of.

He swallowed hard, resting his hands on either side of me at the sink. "Like—her family would miss her terribly."

"You wouldn't," I knew he was no stranger to violence; he had confessed that to me. But he had also claimed he had little choice in those matters. This, however, felt like a different kind of situation altogether.

"I would," He slowly nodded, gently caressing my cheek, "I would do anything to protect you."

"Even bend your morals?" I wanted to laugh, mainly because it was me who was seriously bending my morals for him. For love. It felt pathetic, like I was letting myself and my entire career down—but everytime I looked at him, I understood my decisions all over again.

He nodded again, "Anything." He leaned forward and gently pressed a kiss to my lips. It only lasted a moment before he pulled away, "Why did you attack her, hm?" He tilted his head, his gaze shifting between my eyes.

"Do you really have to ask?"

He smirked and slowly spun me around so I could see myself in the mirror, "Jealousy? You have nothing to be jealous of baby." He kissed the back of neck. He pressed me hard against the sink, and looked around me so he could meet my gaze within the mirror. His gentle hands explored my body, moving down to the hem of my pants.

"What are you doing?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer. I was just caught off guard.

He let out a soft laugh. "What do you think I'm doing?"

"Right now? But Piett and—"

"Sh," He whispered close to my ear, "No one is coming over here, and I think you need a little reminder that no one in this world compares to you."

SMUT(As a reminder, she is on birth control and it was stated once before a long time ago, maybe the first smut. So I don't want any "No not a baby"comments at the end of this one. It isn't happening, not in this book.)

"You know there's nothing to worry about, right?"
He slipped his hand through my waistband, and a soft whimper escaped my lips as he touched me. "That I belong to you, and you belong to me?" he asked quietly, his fingers pushing inside me, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

"Yes," I moaned, feeling breathless as he curled his fingers to find a sensitive spot. A quiet moan slipped out as he slowly withdrew his fingers, only to push them back in with a teasing rhythm.

"Keep your eyes open. I want you to see," he commanded, and I opened my eyes to meet his intense blue gaze in the mirror. He quickened his pace, and my breath became uneven from the pleasure he was giving me. "So incredibly beautiful, how could I ever want anyone else?" he said fingering me so fast I thought I was going to scream. Finally he pulled his fingers away, making me groan at the loss. "But I have to say, watching you fight for me is the biggest turn-on."

I heard him removing his pants, and before long, he had taken mine off and pulled them down.

I felt him gently slide himself against me teasingly, using how wet I was to add lubrication to his tip before finally entering me. We both sighed in pleasure as he took his time, sliding deeper and deeper until I felt his hips touch mine, signaling that he was completely inside, "My baby," He groaned, planting kisses on my neck in multiple different spots—each one causing my skin to erupt in goosebumps.

He pulled back briefly before driving into me with force. Each powerful thrust elicited a moan of pleasure from my lips.

He placed his hands firmly on my hips and started thrusting into me with great force and speed, making my stomach press against the sink counter. "Oh god," I breathed out a muffled moan as he kept bringing me pleasure from behind. The low grunts and curses he whispered in my ear were intoxicating; just hearing them made my entire body pulse with desire.

"You feel amazing wrapped around me (y/n)," he said, quickening his pace. I raised one hand and pressed it against the mirror for balance. His blue eyes sparkled in the reflection as he watched me savor every moment with him. He moved his right hand from my hip to my hair, gently pulling me closer so he could whisper in my ear, "I love you." His grip tightened, making me whimper as he thrust into me with a desperate urgency, as if everything depended on this moment. With his left hand, he began to draw circles on my clit, pushing me closer to a finish.

My eyes fluttered shut, lost in a wave of pleasure. The sensation of him inside me, combined with the sweet touch on my clit, overwhelmed my thoughts. All I could think about was him and the way he made me feel. "I love you too, Anakin," I whispered softly.

I could feel a powerful wave building deep within me, intensifying with each passing moment, causing my toes to curl in response. Just as I was about to cry out, he wrapped his hand around my neck and pulled my head back against him. He then turned my head to the side and pressed his lips against mine, while my body quivered, reaching its climax with him still inside of me. His kiss was both gentle and passionate, and he maintained his flawless rhythm without stopping.

I let out a soft whimper into the kiss, my knees threatening to give way, but he kept me steady. "I'm so close," he whispered against my lips, our eyes locked together. We exchanged breathy moans that mixed together between us and whispers of affection that only fueled the deep love we had for each other—inciting butterflies within me. Until his face twisted in pleasure as he neared his climax. "Oh (Y/n), fuck," he groaned loudly and intently as he reached his peak inside me. His thrusts slowing, our eyes still locked on one another.

"They're going to hear you," I whispered, pleasure remaining in my tone.

He pushed himself inside one more time, a whimper falling from his lips, "I don't care."

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