Hello hello!! So sorry for the delay. Life is crazy and overwhelming. But thank you all for your sweet words of encouragement. 

As an apology, here is a purely indulgent one. So buckle up. Warning: SMUT!

Love you all so much. As always please let me know what you think!

Oh, and HAPPY NEW YEAR!

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The flickering bathroom light cast a series of shadows over his face as he towered over me. Anger etched into his sharp features that only seemed to increase in severity as the yellow light quivered above us. His stormy blue eyes bore into mine with a dark fury. I hadn't seen him angry like this since Canto Bight.

Swallowing hard, I felt his fingers dig into the sides of my neck, not cutting off my airflow but pressing harshly into the arteries that snake up the sides of my throat. My pulse thrummed against his punitive grip, creating a woozy head rush.

It felt good.

"Alright, you have my fucking attention, Kels. What are you going to do about it?" He practically growled in equal parts warning and challenge.

I had two options. One, crumble into a mess of apologies and hope he is feeling forgiving. This was perhaps the more warranted response. After all, I was being horribly irresponsible and selfish drawing attention like that in this seedy cantina. I needlessly put myself in danger and forced him to intervene, pulling him away from likely important conversations.

Or option two. I could see how far this anger takes him. A small flame flickered to life in my gut at the thought. Fueled by liquid courage and the intoxicating proximity of this gorgeous man, I couldn't help but wonder if this would be the moment he finally decides to stop holding back. My heart rate quickened and my decision was made.

There was just something about being far away from the watchful eyes in Coruscant that made the air feel ripe with possibility. Out near the bar, in public, Anakin was putting his hands on me. Making it clear that I was with him. I wondered what he would do within the confines of this tiny bathroom hidden in a far, forgotten corner of the galaxy.

The buzz of alcohol in my veins drove me to find out.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Anakin. I was just dancing." I whispered innocently, looking up at him through thick eyelashes.

Anakin's grip intensified, making my head feel delightfully fuzzy as he jerked me forward so that we were almost touching chests. A strained whimper escaped past my lips as I locked eyes with him. A darkness clouded his gaze, and he subtly cocked his head to the side. He looked absolutely lethal.

"Keep playing dumb and see what fucking happens." He warned through gritted teeth.

Oh Anakin, I'd love to see what fucking happens.

"What's got you so worked up, baby?" I purred, biting down on my lip. My hand finds its way to his belt, slowly dragging my fingers along the worn-in leather.

A cruel smirk played across Anakin's lips as he took note of my hand placement.

"Don't test me, Kels." He said as he roughly released his grip from my neck. Blood rushed straight to my head from the absence of pressure, making my eyes flutter shut. He took another measured step forward, pressing my back into the wall with his body and halting all hand movement on my end.

"I'd never test a Jedi knight." I replied in a throaty whisper, but the sly grin that spread across my face said otherwise.

Anakin accepted the challenge.

Suddenly, his hand slammed the wall just above my head while his other latched onto my chin as he shoved a knee between my legs, pinning me in place.

"Are you that desperate to be touched, Kels?" He taunted in a deceivingly sugary voice. "Need me to break every bone in another man's hand just so that you can get mine on you?"

An electric chill shot up my spine, causing me to shudder. I recalled the unmistakable snap of bone and the look of wide-eyed panic on the face of the man who had the unfortunate pleasure of crossing my path on the dance floor just moments ago.

However instead of fear, his violent display of protectiveness ignited desire.

"Looks like I got what I wanted." I whispered, lowering my eyes down suggestively to the large hand fixed to my chin. "You're too easy, Skywalker."

The muscle in Anakin's jaw flickered as his grip tightened. The increased pressure had the back of my head meeting the wall behind me. Slowly, he angled his head down towards mine until his lips hovered just above my ear.

"You're right. I have been too easy on you, pretty girl." He whispered, venom dripping from each word. 

Loosening his grip on my chin, he began to drag his fingers slowly along my jaw and down my neck. I inhaled sharply at the feel of his touch trailing down my skin and along my body until his hand met my thigh, gripping the tender skin with his strong hold. My throat bobbed as I felt a heat sputter to life in my core.

Before I could reply, his fingers dug into the skin on my thigh as he spun me around so that my chest was now pressed against the wall with my arms curled up beneath me. My cheek met the cold sandstone, his body weight forcing my head to turn to the side. I felt his forehead press into my temple. His warm breath danced down my neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps across my skin.

So easily he had me completely trapped.

"Say you're sorry, Kels." He demanded in a low whisper, slowly grinding his hips into my ass.

"What do I have to be sorry about?" I pushed back, not willing to submit so easily. My eyes snapped shut as I felt him against me. On instinct, I arched my back and shifted my hips backwards to meet his. He groaned in response, and I couldn't help but smirk. He dragged his lips to my ear as both of his hands slipped under the short hem of my dress and held my hips firmly, fingertips digging harshly into the sensitive skin.

I'd apologize for my recklessness eventually when logic is finally able to break through the hazy, Anakin-induced fog in my mind. We both knew this conversation was no longer about what happened outside this room. He was finally loosening the tight hold on his dominance. Eager and aching to experience this side of him, I wanted to continue coaxing it out of him.

This was now a sheer battle of wills.

"Brave baby." He whispered in a gravelly voice, sending a shiver down my body. His hands continued to venture across my bare hips causing my dress to hike up at my waist. I felt his fingers slip under the band of my underwear and a breath hitched in my throat. "You're pissing me off." He then added in a darker tone.

"So easily riled." I replied in a strained voice as I felt him begin to pull my underwear off, completely exposing me to him. As the thin fabric fell around my ankles, he was on me again. I felt my stomach clench at the feeling of him against my naked skin. A soft moan escaped past my lips which had him gripping my hips tighter. My back curved, wanting to feel more of him.

Anakin then brought a hand up to my face, dragging a gloved finger across my bottom lip and pulling it down to expose my teeth.

"Bite." He ordered, lodging the tip of his finger in my mouth. I obliged and bit down on the leather. Slowly, he pulled his flesh hand out of the glove as he simultaneously drove his hips roughly into mine from behind. I clenched down hard on the leather in my mouth to contain a gasp. A tingle of pleasure danced across my skin.

"Apologize." He demanded again as he brought his hand down to my ass, squeezing deliciously hard. I inhaled sharply at the feeling of his warm calloused skin against mine. But I wasn't going to fold just yet, so I shook my head no in defiance.

Anakin let out a frustrated grunt and used his knee to spread my legs apart further. Before I could even get out another satisfied smirk, he brought his fingers up between my legs to delicately drag across my slit. And then without hesitation, he plunged them deeply inside me. My mouth parted with a moan, dropping Anakin's glove to the ground. My skin immediately went flush with pleasure.

He was relentless, using two fingers to hook into me repetitively. He wasted no time honing in on the one extra sensitive spot inside me that had my knees buckling. He kept his grip on my hip to keep my steady between him and the wall. In the past he'd begin with one finger to ease me into it, but now he was driving into me with two, filling me completely. Good thing I was already so wet and ready for him. It was clear he was aware of my arousal. 

"Not so tough now?" He drawled softly in my ear. I was now being held up completely by his body, my limbs turning into putty as the tension in my core began to build.

"Anakin" I panted, unable to conjure up any words other than his name.

I felt him scoff as he quickly removed his fingers from me and spun me around so that I was now facing him. With my arms free I was now able to throw them around his neck to keep myself upright. He wasted no time pinning me back to the wall and dipping his fingers back inside me. With this new angle, he had better access to my sensitive clit which he gave attention to. Circling it teasingly with his thumb before flicking over it with achingly soft touches. The contrast between his teasing touch and the severe pace of his fingers inside me had me gasping for air. My fingers tangled into the curls at the nape of his neck, pulling gently to counteract some of the intensity I was feeling in my core. He seemed to like this because it only spurred him on. 

The tension in my lower abdomen sent a wave of heat through my stomach and every time Anakin's skin made contact with mine, he left a trail of tingles. I was so sensitive to his touch. The muscles in my legs began to twitch as Anakin's fingers worked me from inside. Each angle and stroke was just right. Before I knew it, that ball of tension pulled tight and felt like it was about to snap.

"A-Anakin, I'm close." I whimpered.

"So soon?" He asked in a taunting whisper, locking his eyes on mine. His gaze was coated in lust and danger. I nodded, snapping my eyes shut as another tendril of pleasure licked through my core and looking him in the eye became too much.

I was almost there. Just a few more of Anakin's firm strokes and I would be thrust into an orgasm. He was hitting that spot just right inside me while his harsh grip on my hip anchored me to him.

I was almost fucking there.

But seconds before I was about to descend into a pool of pleasure, he swiftly removed his fingers from inside me. I let out an involuntary whine and clenched my teeth at the frustrating feeling of emptiness.

"Too fucking bad." Anakin taunted in a smooth voice. My jaw went slack, and I stared up at him in disbelief. My body was absolutely aching for him, and my hips chased any sort of contact. But he held my body firmly in place, denying me of the relief I craved so deeply.

But I wasn't going to beg. Not yet. I still wanted to see how far he'd go.

"Fuck you." I whispered in rebellion. 

His eyes widened ever so slightly in surprise before he narrowed his gaze and roughly pulled me towards him. Before I knew it, he jerked me to the side and spun me around so that I was pressed up against the ledge of the sink. 

I was now staring myself in the mirror with him behind me. My cheeks pink with arousal and bottom lip swollen from biting down on it. My dress was still bunched up at my waist and Anakin's eyes ventured down to take in my bare skin in the reflection before he pressed into me from behind. My hips dug painfully into the counter, but it surprisingly added to the heat of the moment.

"There's that dirty fucking mouth." Anakin said through clenched teeth. His hand made its way to the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair and pulling at the roots. My head jerked back so that it was resting on his shoulder.

"Apologize." He whispered harshly again. I could feel his chest moving with heavy breaths.

"For what?" I taunted in a soft voice.

Anakin clenched his jaw and let out an irritated exhale. I could tell he was getting frustrated with me not giving in to him. Anakin Skywalker had grown accustomed to people bending to his will. I was testing him. 

"Keep fucking pushing me, Kels." He warned. And when I simply smiled and shrugged in return, he threw my head forward and brought his hand down to the center of my back, pushing me to lay flat on the counter with my arms curled beneath me.

A flash of anticipation seared through my body, and I heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt.

His hands then made their way to the curve of my ass, gliding across the skin in a way that had my heart rate increasing. I glanced up into the mirror in my peripheral vision and saw him looking down at me with lustful adoration. His eyes sweeping over my body with greedy need.

I'm sure it was a sight. Bent over in front of him with my tiny dress bunched around my waist. Completely his for the taking. My core clenched in excitement.

"I'm going to give you one more chance," He murmurs, his hand stilling on my ass. "Apologize."

Without hesitation, I whispered "No."

His jaw clenched and he drew back his hand before bringing it forward on my ass with a sharp smack. I let out a yelp as I felt the sting reverberate through my body, but the fleeting pain sent a shiver of pleasure coursing up my spine.

I could tell he was watching my face carefully for reaction. I had to bite down on a cheeky smile which resulted in a heavy exhale from Anakin. His hands worked their way to his belt, and I saw him tug his pants down to reveal his very apparent bulge. I watched through hooded eyes as he pulled himself out, harder than ever.

"Tell me you want this." Anakin said in a firm voice. I then felt him rub the tip teasingly against my slit. Not going any further until I give him the word. My eyes practically rolled back in my head feeling him. After denying me of an orgasm I was so sensitive.

"I want this." I confirmed in a breathy voice, locking eyes with him through the mirror.

As soon as the words left my mouth, he plunged into me. The breath was knocked from my lungs and my toes practically curled in my boots. The feeling of him thrust inside me was so intense. But he gave me no time to acclimate before he was pulling out and slamming back into me again. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the heated air around us. He meant it when he said he wasn't going to go easy on me.

And I fucking loved it.

Using his foot he pushed my feet together, making my thighs touch and creating an even tighter space for him to occupy. He pushed down on the small of my back causing me to arch even further. Feeling him slam into me from this tight angle was overwhelming in the best possible way. I couldn't control the slew of moans and whimpers that left my mouth.

"Fuck Kels." Anakin exhaled sharply. I glanced up at him in the mirror to see his eyes pinched closed, his lip tucked between his teeth. A thin layer of sweat glistening across his brow. Veins on his hand pronounced and knuckles going white as he anchored my hips to the counter. The sight of him alone brought me closer to bliss.

With each heavy thrust, my hips bit into the counter. I was sure there would be evidence of our act left over on my skin. But the divine combination of pain and pleasure was driving me absolutely wild.

"Apologize." Anakin demanded through gritted teeth after a particularly forceful thrust.

"Harder." I whined as my only response. He'd have to be tougher than that.

He swallowed a gulp of air and looked down at me with awe. His eyes wide as if I were the most incredible thing he has ever seen. A glint of fervor sparked behind his gaze.

He jutted a hand forward and gripped the back of my neck, pulling my head backwards and causing my back to curve even more in his favor. I clenched my eyes closed as he fucked me even harder. Each punishing thrust sliding against my taut inner walls in the most perfect way, drawing intense pleasure with each movement. I had to bite down hard on my lip as a mangled moan escaped my throat. He was just toeing the line of too much for me to handle.

"Oh my gods, Anakin." I whimpered, the heat from my desperate exhale fogging the mirror in front of me.

With a deep groan, he then fisted my hair in his hand and drew my head backwards, pulling me upwards towards him. Completely at the mercy of his control, I rose to a standing position. He wrapped his metal arm around my torso to press me close to him, never once slowing down the pace of his thrusts. His other hand wrapped around my throat, forcing the back of my head to rest against his broad shoulder.

"Look at you," He muttered in a hoarse voice. "So pretty getting fucked in your little dress."

His hips snapped up into me as his hands pressed down onto the sides of me neck. I opened my eyes to take in the sight in the mirror. My chest was heaving, trying to catch my breath. But he didn't slow down, not once as he kept his devious eyes locked on mine. His body practically engulfing mine. Every ounce of me was claimed by him.

It was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen.

The tight ball of tension in my core was growing with each and every thrust. The muscles across my limbs began to tremble in anticipation. And I was sure my heart was about to pound out of my chest. All I could see, smell, feel was Anakin.

The hand he had pressed against my abdomen then crept downwards, finding the apex of my thighs and pressing my pelvis into him. The burst of sensation between my legs had me gasping. He rolled his fingers over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Gritting my teeth, I was overwhelmed.

"You going to fucking behave now?" He asked, voice raspy with heavy breaths. "Apologize."

"I-I...Anakin." I exclaimed in surrender. His hand on my throat rendering my brain useless. I was suddenly unable to even voice an apology. It was too much. I let out a strangled whimper.

Immediately he removed his hand from my clit and slowed his pace. He brought both his hands to my hips, moving them gently to better accommodate his pace.

I met his gaze in the mirror. He was watching me intently as I caught my breath and began to recover from the overstimulation. For a few moments we just stared at each other in the mirror while he continued rocking into me slowly and deeply. Very quickly, that knot in my core was pulling tighter. He was now moving at the perfect pace. Allowing me to truly feel every ridge and surface of him sliding against my sensitive walls.

I knew he could have kept going. He could have gotten rougher. But I'd have to work up to that.

Unable to form any words, I mouthed I'm sorry to him in the mirror reflection.

He smirked cockily and bent his head into the arch of my neck, placing a gentle kiss onto the sweaty skin. And it was this moment of softness after enduring his frustration and roughness that finally sent me over the edge.

"Holy shit, Anakin." I whimpered in a high-pitched voice. The knot inside my core snapped, sending a tsunami wave of pleasure coursing through my body. Throwing my head back onto Anakin's shoulder, I moaned loudly, pinching my eyes shut. My muscles twitched around him which had him groaning in my ear.

I came harder than I ever had before, and I swear I got a glimpse of heaven.

"Good girl." He whispered, taking over and moving my hips in his grasp for me to ride out my orgasm. My limbs had completely turned to jelly. If not for his strong hold on me, I'm sure I'd be a crumpled heap on the floor.

Anakin's breathing became more erratic in my ear, and I suddenly realized he was holding back on his own release until I finished. But his grip on my hips tightened and I knew he was right on the edge.

We met eyes again in the mirror and as I was still trying to catch my breath, I nodded at him, encouraging him to finally let go. He swallowed hard and buried his face in the crook of my neck, grasping onto me for dear life as he thrusted upwards into me a final time before I felt him stiffen and let out a deep groan.

He twitched inside me, spilling into me with force.

His thrust grew sloppier until they had mellowed out to a gentle rock. Eventually he stilled completely.

"Fuck" He exhaled in exasperation.

All I could do was nod in response, a lazy grin spreading across my face as I leaned backwards into him. I could feel his heartbeat racing against my back. His arms found their way around my torso again, gathering me to him in a gentle hug. With him still inside me, he bent his head down and placed soft kisses on my shoulder.

It was the very definition of bliss. I wanted to bask in the afterglow forever.

I didn't care we were currently in a dingy bathroom in a seedy bar on what Anakin described as the "shit hole of the universe."

With one last kiss, Anakin eventually pulled away from me and carefully tucked himself back into his pants. I already missed him inside me.

It only just hit me then that he managed to remain practically fully clothed the entire time. It almost made the whole encounter feel hotter. The pure fervor of our actions rending us unable to delay even a moment longer by stripping our clothing. It felt so primal and passionate.

Turning around to face him, I pulled my dress back down to cover my ass. He smiled down at me as if he just won a battle.

"I knew you'd fold." He quipped with a smirk. 

I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of a response, so I just rolled my eyes and swatted at his arm. A deep chuckle reverberated through his chest, and he grabbed my hand just before it made contact with him. "I love you." He added in a more serious voice, locking eyes with me to ensure I heard him.

A warm smile crept across my lips, and I felt my heart surge. "I love you too."

Lifting his hands to meet my cheeks, he pulled me forward and kissed me firmly on the lips. The first real kiss we shared throughout this entire bathroom encounter. He pulled away momentarily before pressing another kiss onto my lips and straightening his spine completely so that he was once again towering over me.

"Let's clean you up." He said with a soft smile.

That's one of the things I love most about Anakin. Every time after we are intimate, no matter how rough or gentle we get. He always makes a point to take care of me afterwards.

Suddenly, a loud bang rang out as someone pounded on the door, shouting something I couldn't decipher. I jumped slightly as the noise suddenly brought me back to reality.

"Oh shit." I muttered, quickly scanning the room for something to wipe myself with. "I hope there isn't a line."

Anakin just chuckled and shouted something back in Huttese as he wandered over to the far wall of the room. Clearly not in a rush.

"Take all the time you need, baby." He said firmly, gently unraveling a roll of toilet paper in his hand.

So, I did. And when we left the bathroom, Anakin held me close to him with an arm draped over my shoulders, completely ignoring the line of disgruntled bar patrons.

"Eyes forward, Kels." He muttered, but I could hear the smirk in his voice.

And with Anakin by my side, no one dared to say a single thing.