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(Y/n)'s POV
(TW: Just a little spice, nothing crazy.)
With our lips moving together in a perfect harmony, Anakin walked forward; pushing me into my own bedroom. His mouth moved hungrily as he ran his strong hands through my hair, and I moaned softly when he tugged against the roots.

He guided me towards my bed as things began to heat up. He trailed his hands down to squeeze my hips, and pushed me onto my bed; our lip contact never broke as he went down with as well and got on top of me.

I roamed my hands through his hair, before lowering them and caressing his back muscles through his thin undershirt. He pushed his body against me in response, and brought one hand up to gently grab my jaw as he continued kissing me as if this was the first time.

After what felt like a glorious minute, he lifted his head and caught his breath. He smiled down at me with adoration as his hold on my jaw tightened ever so slightly, "You're officially mine, I should probably get a tattoo of your name now." He smirked.

My eyes widened, "What, no—"

He chuckled as he placed his index finger on my lips, "I'm messing with you beautiful. It's definitely something I would do though," He shrugged, "Just maybe not now."

Intrigued by the subject, I began to inspect his body, which was mostly covered besides his muscular arms, "Do you already have any tattoos?"

He nodded as he got up from on top of me and stood up at the end of the bed. He grabbed the hem of his undershirt, and my eyes widened and I nearly stopped breathing when he lifted it to show me his toned torso.

He pulled my attention away from his abs when he pointed to his left side, where a decently sized tattoo resided. It's difficult to miss, but when your mind is as perverse as my own, it can easily be looked over - especially when his abs are so close to it, "It's just this one, I got it when I was fifteen."

I looked at it closer and noticed it was a portrait of a woman that I recognized as his mother; holding a slightly younger looking Ahsoka in her arms. They were smiling as they held each other with cheek touching cheek.

I smiled as I reached forward and ran my hands along the beautifully done art, "Is this a portrait that you initially drew?" I asked curiously, and I felt him shiver at my light touch.

He nodded, "It is actually."

"Did it hurt?" I asked as I scrunched my face - I've always been terrified of needles, so a tattoo sounds horrifying to me.

He chuckled with another nod as he sat down next to me, "Yes, but I like to think that I handled it like a man," He spoke proudly as he popped his chest out.

I continued to eye the tattoo before looking up to his gaze, "You said you got it when you were fifteen? Did your brother give you permission or were you just being a rebel?" I leaned back with my elbows against the bed; Anakin followed in my actions.

"Rebel," He responded with a humorous sigh, "I showed it to him a week later though and he wasn't as mad as I expected him to be. He did give me shit for going behind his back, but he also liked it." He shrugged.

I scooted closer to him; prompting him to smirk when he took notice to me eyeing his physique, "It's a really sweet gesture for your mom and sister."

"I know it is," His cocky smirk widened as he turned his head to the side, and brushed his nose against mine, "Now I should probably get home soon before Obi-Wan has a panic attack," He mumbled quietly as he leaned close to bring his lips close to mine, "But I would like to kiss my girlfriend for just a few more minutes," He cupped my cheek with a smile, and pressed his lips firmly against mine.

Anakin gently pushed me back down so he could hover over me as we got lost in our deep embrace. My heart pounded in my chest until I could feel it in my very throat, and my hands found their way back into his soft hair.

There was no doubt in my mind over what I was feeling for him right now; I knew in my heart that I was hopelessly falling in love.

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Today's shift was going by at an agonizingly slow pace.

I glanced at the clock with anticipation, I had about fifteen minutes left and Anakin should be pulling up at any given moment. He dropped me off at work this morning in my own car; it was so he could take it to the auto shop and get everything taken care of for me.

Anakin is my boyfriend. I could scream right now, it all felt so unreal. But I was happy, I was happy because I knew that I could trust him. He's done nothing but treat me the exact way that Josie always said I deserved to be treated; loving, gentle, and kind.

Speaking of Josie, I should probably tell her about Anakin asking to make it official last night. I could already hear her voice in my head complaining how she told that I should be taking it slow, but I've come to realize that they're is no slow for someone like me or him. The passion has a way of taking over; making each other near irresistible.

But I will say that I do plan to go slow on sleeping with him, we were close to it last night, but we both stopped and stayed within boundaries. Fingers crossed that we actually keep that self-control. It's mainly because I want the experience to be something special, and I want to do because we're both in love - not because we're hormonal teenagers.

I glanced back up to the clock, only to see that about two minutes have passed. I groaned and glanced back down at the paper I was currently doodling on.

I was nearly done with what was supposed to be a bird, when the bell that was barely a few inches next to me rang. I glanced up, wondering why they rang it instead of speaking, and I nearly gagged when my gaze landed on none other than Celeste.

"What would you like?" I asked in a monotone as I forcefully set the pen down.

She was biting the inside of her cheek as her eyes narrowed, "What I would like is for you stay away from my boyfriend." She spoke loud enough to catch other people's attention within the bakery. Including Clovis who I hadn't noticed entered the shop. He was sitting in a far corner with a few of his and Celeste's friends; allowing this to happen in my place of work.

How shallow.

I raised my brows as I placed my hands on the counter and leaned forward; showing that she wasn't intimidating me in the slightest, "He's the one showing up at my house at two in the morning—so how about you just get him a shorter leash." I snapped back.

I hated that we were doing this here, but she chose to make a scene and I'll be damned if I don't defend myself.

She quickly turned her head to glare in his direction and he immediately shook his head, "Babe that's not at all what happened." He straight out lied as he met my gaze for only a spilt second before glancing down at the table.

What was even the point of this? Is this his revenge for choosing Anakin over him? It's clear that he's just trying to make my life difficult, as if he hasn't already done enough.

My jaw was nearly on the floor in shock of his lie, when Celeste spun around and put her attention back on me, "Just stay the hell away from my boyfriend," She seethed, "Don't you have a psychopathic delinquent to entertain? Hell maybe we'll all get lucky and you'll be his next victim." She chuckled callously.

"I suggest you get away from me, and go back with your lying boyfriend," I warned her; my protective nature over Anakin was seconds from coming out. I couldn't care less what she said about me, but how dare she say a single thing about him.

She eyed me up and down in disgust, "Oh, what are you gonna do; get your boyfriend to come and shoot me too?" She cackled along with a few of her friends from her table, "I heard he cried, that's kind of pathetic." She taunted with a smirk.

Well, today is the day I get fired I guess.

"Thats it," I quickly reached across the short counter and took a handful of her hair in my fist, and pulled on it.

She immediately started shouting and trying to fight back. She succeeded in grabbing me by the roots of my hair and we began pulling each other down to the floor. An uproar of shouts and cheers echoed around the room, some rooting for her, and some even rooting for me.

We both fell to the floor, and she began to dig her nails into my wrist painfully while tugging harder on my scalp. Luckily the adrenaline in my body took control and the pain started to dull.

"Let go of me!" She yelled.

"No," I responded in a growl as I tried to pull her grip off of me, digging my own nails into her arm.

The moment felt thrilling, I've been wanting to do this for the past month or so. Not just because she stole Clovis out from under my nose either, but because I hated the way she walked around with her nose in the air as if she was better than everyone else. I hated the way she tried to taunt me every time she came into the bakery. Maybe now this bitch will leave me alone.

I was just about to make an attempt at hitting her head against the floor, when I felt a pair of arms wrap around me from behind and pull me off of her.

Celeste's grip on me loosened as well and I kicked my leg forward in an attempt to hit her, but the person holding me raised me a bit higher after realizing what I was trying to do, and I just barely missed her with my foot going over her head.

"Calm down baby," I heard Anakin's voice in my ear as he began walking backwards to create a distance between me and the pathetic girl on the floor who was nursing a barely bloodied arm, "Calm down."

"Who's pathetic now?" I seethed in anger. Like I said, say what you want about me; but Josie, my dad, and now Anakin are completely off limits. "Put me down Ani, I'm going to kill her,"

He set me down, but spun me around and gripped my jaw while his other hand held my arm tightly. He was peering down into my eyes with a stern expression, "Shes not worth it, now let's go before you get into trouble." He tried tugging onto my arm to get me to leave and we almost did.

Until another voice decided to butt in on the situation, "You need to keep that psycho ass girl under control, drape." Clovis snapped from across the room as he helped Celeste up off of the floor.

Anakin paused before he could push open the exit door.

"Is he talking to me?" He turned his head to look down at me with furrowed brows, before looking up to Clovis, "You're talking to me?" He asked again in a challenging tone.

"Are you deaf drape?" He eyed him up and down with loathing, "Can't handle her, then don't be with her."

"That's funny coming from you," Anakin began to chuckle as he released his hold on my arms and cracked his knuckles, "And you know, I've been meaning to talk to you about how you showed up at my girlfriends house in the middle of the night and begged her to take you back," Clovis looked a little startled when Anakin confirmed that I was in fact his girlfriend; which Anakin noticed, "Yeah you heard that right, my girlfriend," He growled as he began walked towards Clovis with a threatening look in his eyes, "Stay the hell away from her. You lost your chance."

As much as I would love a good fight, especially if it's in my honor. I've come to learn that people who look like Anakin will get in much more trouble than people who look like Clovis. It's unfair I know, but that's how this disgusting world is. And the last thing I wanted was Anakin going back to jail under assault charges, so my first instinct was to do what he was doing for me. I placed my hand on his chest to hold him back from making a mistake.

Clovis snorted, and I already knew he was about to lie and provoke Anakin in some way, "Why would I go and beg to have this slut back after she's been with you? Shes dirty now, just like you."

The look on Anakin's face was enough to even scare me, and it wasn't directed toward me in any way.

I nearly broke my wrist as I pushed against his chest to keep him from advancing, "Anakin no!" I begged him, but it was no use. He got away from my hold and Clovis was on the floor in seconds.

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