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(y/n)'s POV
I danced around the empty room, occasionally looking at myself in the mirror to make sure I held a perfect posture. My teacher, Master Yoda is what he likes to go by, left early for personal matters. So I have been here on my own dancing my stress away for the past hour. Which is the reason I took up dance in the first place, it is not necessary or mandatory, but I adore having a hobby that made me feel free for a few hours.

Plus, my teacher is the only person who does not treat me like a future Queen, he talks to me like I am a normal girl. He even occasionally swats me with his cane if I do something wrong, not too hard of course, but hard enough to where I will not make the same mistake another time. It has worked well, he says my technique has grown from sloppy to nearly gorgeous.

Emphasis on the nearly.

I stood in the corner of the room and ran a small distance forward to jump into a leap, which I hit gracefully. My feet hit the floor once more and I immediately began to perform a long Pirouette(spin); I did about two to three spins until I finally noticed another figure in the room watching me from the doorway.

I stopped my movements and kept my eyes on the blue eyed man, "How long have you been there?" I asked in between pants, the tiredness I was feeling could be heard in my voice.

Anakin shrugged, "When you did some jump thingy." He answered and I chuckled at his choice of words.

I slowly walked over to him and I squinted slightly in pain; my feet were killing me. I hardly took a break these past two hours that I have been in here, "Why are you here?" I asked as I picked up the water that was next to his feet, "You know I prefer to be alone during this time."

Song: Surrender by Natalie Taylor 🥺♥️
It's the slowed version since the regular version was too short for this section and I placed it on top for easy access 🥰

He reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked to be a napkin. He slowly unfolded it and revealed two sugar cookies wrapped inside, which happens to be my favorite snack, "I know you get hungry after you dance," He held the cookies towards me, "I brought something small since I know we just had dinner, although you did not eat as much as I felt you should have."

I took a drink of the water before setting it back down on the floor. A smile spread on my lips as I eagerly reached for the treats, "It seems you do know me better than I thought." I grabbed one of the cookies and took a small bite, "And I was also not very hungry earlier, but with everything that went on today, I do not believe I can be blamed."

"No you can not be." He responded in a cocky tone.

I broke the cookie I had in my hand in half, "Do you want to share with me?" I held it out to him, the piece that did not have the bite I took.

He nodded and grabbed the half I was holding towards him, "Thanks, believe it or not, I have never had this flavor before." He revealed; prompting my eyes to widen as I took a bite of my own.

I moaned at the taste dramatically; causing him to chuckle, "Well you are in for a treat." I responded as I gestured for him to try it.

He went to bite a small piece off and I rolled my eyes as I pushed his hand so the dessert went halfway into his mouth; giving him a bigger bite, "Not bad." He commented as he chewed it, "But chocolate chip is still much better." He smirked while he put the other half in his mouth.

I rolled my eyes again, finishing my own, "Well thank you for bringing me something, but I do not plan to leave for at least another hour." I was having a good time in here, ignoring all responsibilities that the outside world had waiting for me.

"I can wait." He offered.

I was a little taken back by his offer. Before, he used to take every chance he'd get to be away from me, and now he's offering to be near me.

I shook my head, "You do not need to go that, I am sure you have much better things to do than stand here and watch me spin in circles." I shrugged as I turned around to step back in-front of the mirror.

But to my surprise, instead of leaving, he followed behind me, "I have nothing better to do than this," He placed his hands on my hips from behind and met my eyes through the mirror, "Teach me something (y/n)." He whispered into my ear. His hands traveled low until he was caressing my thighs.

Although I was enjoying the feeling, I had my concerns,"Anakin the door—"

"—is closed." He cut me off. He removed his hands and stood in front of me with his signature smirk, "Teach me something." He repeated as his gaze traveled across my facial features, he held a soft look in his eyes. A look I am still getting used to seeing from him.

I smiled, "Is it something your two left feet could handle?" I teased him with a smirk of my own.

He shrugged giving me a 'probably not' look, "Only one way to find out," He shifted his body so he was now standing next to me, shoulder to shoulder.

I started off by teaching him something as basic as a Plié. But of course, he was not getting it, he looked hysterical when he tried to mimic my movements.

I giggled at his failed attempts and he playfully pushed against my shoulder, "Do not laugh." Although he contradicted himself by laughing as well. He stood up straight with a devilish grin and stepped behind me once again, "How about something with a little more, close contact." He spoke close to my ear and the feeling of his breath on my neck caused me to shiver.

I nodded as I let out a deep breath that I had not realized I was holding until just now. I was not sure why, but he was starting to make me nervous, "Hold me here," I brought his right hand up so it wrapped around my torso, he obeyed my orders, his eyes never leaving mine in the mirror, "Hook your left hand around my left thigh, lift me and dip me down while holding your left knee bent and your right knee locked in an angle." I advised him.

Here's a picture so you have a visual of what I'm trying describe.

He nodded slowly and did exactly as I said, I was worried he was going to drop me, but his strong grip washed that worry away. I placed my right hand on top of his and reached my left hand up so my fingers ran through his hair while he slowly dipped me down, "Am I doing a good job?" He whispered sweetly and I turned my head, only for our noses to brush against each other by how close our faces were.

I nodded with a smile, "You are doing it perfectly." I complimented him as he brought my feet back down to the floor. Our faces never moved away from each other as I turned my body around so my front was pressed up against his.

He bit his lip as he started down at me, both of our hearts were racing together while we breathed heavily from the tension in the air, "What do you say we cut this short and go to your room?" He asked while he leaned his head forward to inch his lips closer to mine.

Our close proximity and the way he was holding me, excited me; so saying no to that, was completely out of the question. So I allowed him to lead me out of the room to get to mine, completely leaving everything I left in there behind.

I know what he wanted. I know what he was intending for us to do. An act so forbidden it could create a war.

And I followed him willingly.

He pushed the door to my room open and as soon as we were both inside; he kicked the door closed and grabbed my face to bring his lips to my own. I eagerly kissed him back, until I felt him break his contact and freeze in place.

I opened my eyes to see him looking past me with a threatening glare, "An-"

"Sh." He pressed his index finger to my lips to keep me quiet while he kept his gaze behind me, "Come here," He whispered, as he gripped my wrist and pulled me to stand behind him, "Stay by the door and run if I tell you." He continued to whisper as he went for the handle of his sword and slowly walked to the closet doors that were slightly ajar.

Now I see why he was in protective mode. We both know for a fact that I closed the closet doors completely before we left. And that is because I had closed them and complained to him on the walk to my lesson about the creaking sound they made, hoping he would look into it for me.

He stood in front of the closet now, ready to pull out his weapon if necessary. He lifted his foot and kicked the doors in. I heard a loud feminine shriek and his stance relaxed with a sigh, then he turned to face me, "You might want to come see this." He gestured for me to walk over to him.

I furrowed my brows, but did as he requested. Once I got a look inside, my eyes widened at the sight of Ahsoka sitting on my closet floor with a tray that I am tell used to hold a dozen or so cupcake— which I can tell due to the multiple wrappers.

This is something she does when she is deeply distressed, she binges, "Ahsoka, what happened?" I asked, kneeling to her level.

She looked like a complete mess and her eyes were puffy like she'd been crying for hours. She sniffled as she used one of my dresses to wipe her tears, "Can I stay here for a few days?"

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