You guys!! We (briefly) hit #1 in StarWars. So insane to me. 

Thank you, thank you, thank you for all your support and feedback! This story has honestly brought me so much happiness and hearing from you makes my entire day each time. 

Hope you enjoy this one! 

Warning: SMUT 

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I woke up to streams of gentle warm, early morning sunlight caressing my face. Blinking my eyes open slowly, I focused on the gap in my window blinds that allowed for the stirring intrusion. With a soft sigh, I sunk back further into the comfort off Anakin's strong arms which still held me firm and close to his chest. His deep, rhythmic exhales sent loose tendrils of my hair dancing across the sensitive shell of my ear. A soft smile tugged at the corner of my lips at the sensation as the delicious scent of him overtook my senses; the most intoxicating blend of masculine musk and woodsy pheromones. I wished I could bottle it up and keep it with me for the moments I knew he eventually be called away to duty.

He let out a soft groan and buried his head into the back of my neck as the dawn rays stretched onto the sharp planes of his face, rousting him from his slumber. As if by pure instinct, he tightened his grip on me and pulled me even closer so that the contours of my body pressed into his like fitted pieces.

I allowed my eyes to flutter shut again, hoping to steal a few more moments of rest. My bed had never felt more comfortable than it did in this very instance. However, much to my chagrin, Anakin broke the cozy, half-awake silence.

"I have to go to Naboo." He muttered, his voice gruff from sleep.

And just like that, my perfect morning ended.

"What? When?" I asked, unable to hide the disappointment in my voice as I turned to face him. Anakin loosened his grip to allow me to shift my body so that our noses were now practically touching.

"Now..." he whispered, hooded blue eyes scanning my face slowly. "I really should have left last night. But I convinced them to wait until this morning."

I felt my heart drop. But I knew he had a job to do. And the last thing I wanted to do was add tending to my feelings to his list of things to do before he left for a mission. I wanted to play it cool. To show him I could handle this.

However, despite my efforts in keeping my face neutral, Anakin lifted a hand up to my face. He gently pressed between my eyebrows, smoothing the sure furrow line of disappointment that I was unable to hide.

"Sorry, baby." He whispered, barely audible.

Swallowing hard, I forced a weak smile. "Why Naboo?" I asked, half expecting him to cut off my line of questioning and deem it "Jedi business." But he surprised me. 

"Queen Jamillia specifically requested my protection detail. There was a threat made to the monarchy leading up to the festival of light. I've sort of become their go-to for these sorts of requests." He explained with a contrasting mixture of pride and exasperation. He had moved his hand from my forehead to rest on the mattress in front of my face, gently twirling a strand of my hair in between his fingers.

I nodded slowly. Anakin had told me about his heroics on the planet of Naboo when he was just a young boy. The citizens of Theed regaled him as a hero. And the queen trusted him.

However, I couldn't quite reconcile with the fact that a large part of Anakin's actions at the time were fueled by his adoration of Padme. That simple yet uncomfortable truth ate at me.

"So, a chance to relive the glory days, then?" I asked, hoping the jest in my tone would detract from my obvious jealousy that Anakin would be returning, likely with Padme, to the place where their relationship initially blossomed.

"Hardly," Anakin said with a scoff. "I don't like playing bodyguard. It's fucking overkill. But the request was backed by the supreme chancellor. Largely as a sign of respect for Queen Jamillia."

"And...Padme will be there?" I asked, my voice sounding embarrassingly small.

"She will be there." He confirmed slowly, watching me with intention. "I will be travelling to Naboo with her."

I felt my gut twist.

"Oh...great." I forced past my lips, my eyes wandered down to his fingers, watching as they worked through my loose strand of hair. I couldn't look him in the eye.

"Hey," he said softly, bringing his finger to rest under my chin and tip my head upwards to meet his gaze. "You have absolutely nothing to worry about."

His eyes were unwavering, bearing into my own with a look of pure commitment and sincerity. I felt my breath catch in my throat so all I could do was nod in response.

I believed him. Despite how much I didn't like it, I trusted him.

He must have seen the belief settle across my features, because he smiled lazily and leaned forward, closing the distance between our lips.

The kiss started slow and filled with innocent intention, but it quickly gained intensity, lighting a fire in my chest that spread warmth down through my extremities. I kissed him back with urgency, not sure when he'd eventually pull away and tear himself away from me. I knew he was already pushing it with a late departure.

Suddenly, Anakin wrapped his arms around me and flipped my body so that I was now straddling him, only breaking the kiss for a mere second before our lips found each other again.

I liked him like this. He looked absolutely angelic beneath me in the soft morning light. With my knees on either side of his hips, I arched my back so that I could press deeper into the kiss. He parted his swollen lips to groan against my mouth and I took this as an opportunity to slip my tongue past his lips. As our tongues danced, tasting and feeling each other, Anakin's hands found their way to my hips, pressing hard into the soft skin in a way that I hoped would leave a mark. Something to remember him by while he was gone.

The thought had me kissing him even deeper, bringing my hands to cradle his head and tangle into his messy curls. Detaching my mouth from his, I began to kiss along his sharp jawline, licking and sucking along the way.

"Fuck." He hissed, digging his fingers further into my hips to anchor me down into him as he rolled his hips upwards. Immediately, I could feel how hard he was against the thin fabric of my sleep shorts. My body reacted to him immediately and I felt my core ignited with a want, a need for him. A wetness began to pool in my underwear and my eyes practically rolled into the back of my head as I gasped against the tender skin of his neck.

I brought my hips down to meet his, slowly grinding against him, relishing in the friction of his bulge against my clit. I felt Anakin's jaw clench against my cheek.

"I need to fuck you." He said in a rough, commanding voice. It sent a shiver down my spine.

"I won't let you leave this bed until you do." I purred in reply, looking down at him as I bit my lip.

This seemed to set something off in Anakin. He grabbed my hips and flipped me back onto the bed, switching positions so that he was now hovering over me. With one hand, he pulled both my shorts and underwear down and off my legs, leaving my bottom half exposed to him. The cool morning air hit my bare skin and caused goosebumps to spread across my body.

Anakin bit his lip as he looked down my body with a hungry expression and focused on the apex of my thighs. His smoldering features caused my stomach to flip, and I began to bring my thighs together, desperately needing some pressure to relieve the growing ache in my core. A darkness clouded his eyes.

"Your legs stay fucking open." He ordered, pressing my knees back open with his free hand and positioning his body in between my legs so that they could no longer meet. His rough, authoritative tone sent a surging thrill through my body.

Looking at me with that same dark intensity, he brought his flesh hand up to my face. He dragged his thumb across my bottom lip in a slow, teasing manor. I squirmed beneath him, bucking my hips ever so slightly to feel more of him against me. Metallic fingers dug into my hip, keeping me still beneath him.

"Open." He then ordered, pulling down my bottom lip. I parted my lips, allowing him to slip his index finger into my mouth. "Suck." He commanded. I obliged and brought my lips together around his finger, sucking slowly, never breaking eye contact.

He met my gaze with a dark, blazing desire. I could tell he was loosening the tight grip he kept on his control ever so slightly and the thought made my insides absolutely throb.

Slowly, he removed his finger from my mouth and dragged it down my body. The trail of moisture had me shivering beneath him. My back bowed off the bed once his fingertip eventually hovered over my clit. I attempted to rock my hips towards him, but I was unable to go anywhere because of his strong grip. A desperate whimper escaped my throat, I so badly needed his touch.

"So vocal and I'm not even touching you yet, baby." He taunted in a sinfully sweet voice, watching me like a predator. He kept his hold on me, stilling any ability to make contact with him. I could tell he was enjoying watching me squirm beneath him.

"Anakin, please." I panted, unable to withstand the now agonizing throb between my legs.

With a smirk, Anakin finally obliged. His finger began to carefully circle my clit and I let out a shameful combination of a gasp and whimper at the feeling of him.

"So sensitive," He mused, dragging his finger across the sensitive bundle of nerves. With a moan, I threw my head back against the pillow.

Without any further hesitation, and perhaps due to the pressing timeline of his impending mission, Anakin moved to my entrance and sunk a finger deep inside me. The stretch felt phenomenal, arousal erasing any pain I might have felt. Knowing Anakin was now inside me, even if it was just a finger, stoked the fire burning in my core.

"And so wet for me." He said in a velvety voice as he began to pump his finger in and out of me, gathering slick along the way to slide effortlessly against my walls.

"Fuck, Anakin." I exclaimed in a breathless voice, squeezing my eyes shut to allow the pleasure to wash over me. With each pump of his fingers, I felt the coils of pleasure tighten.

"Still so fucking tight, even after taking my cock so good the other night." He muttered with a glint in his eye. He then deposited another finger inside of me, curling inwards to find the spot that had me gasping. By reflex I grabbed his arm, squeezing hard to try to relieve some of the tension building in my body. I was certain my nails digging into his skin would draw blood.

"Relax, baby." He whispered, a reminder as I was still very new at this. I nodded, swallowing hard as I closed my eyes and forced my muscles to relax around Anakin's fingers. As I did, the pleasure began to build, washing over my body in rolling waves and words escaped me.

"Good girl." He murmured, bending down to place a rough kiss on my lips before he slowly slid his fingers out of me. I mewled against his mouth, already aching for the feel of him. However, to my delight, he parted from me to quickly pull his pants down just low enough so that his cock sprung free. Seeing the sheer size of him again in the morning light took my breath away. My inner muscles clenched in eager anticipation.

Seconds later, he was positioned in between my legs. I felt the tip of his cock press against my folds, and I subconsciously shifted my hips towards him, eager and impatient.

Anakin swept one more careful look across my features and then swiftly sunk his hips into mine. And while he was slow and careful before, his movements now carried a new feeling of intense urgency. The feeling was even more overwhelming, having him so suddenly and completely inside me.

"Oh...my gods." I choked out. However, he kept moving. I realized he still hadn't bottomed out. My eyes snapped open, looking up at him with doubt. I wasn't sure I could take all of him this quickly.

"I know, I know baby." He whispered, lowering his head to press a kiss on my jaw just below my ear before he whispered again, "just a little more. You can take it." Eventually his hips stilled, and I knew he was fully inside me. A breathy moan escaped my throat, and I brought my hands up to press my fingers into his broad shoulders, feeling the need to anchor myself against the powerful wave of pleasure as my walls stretched even further to accommodate him.

Giving me only a few seconds to adjust, Anakin pulled his hips back and began to fuck into me with a steady rhythm that grew in intensity and roughness with each pump. With each thrust, the tension in my core coiled tighter and tighter. The pleasure was now pulsing through every crevice of my body, clouding my mind and rendering me unable to even think about anything other than the feel of Anakin's cock slamming into me.

A panting moan ripped through my throat as I lost the ability to control the sounds coming out of my mouth. I brought a hand up to tangle into Anakin's hair, pulling his head to the side by the root of his hair, giving me a perfect view of his Adam's apple. But his pace never wavered.

"So good," he groaned through gritted teeth, "you feel so fucking perfect."

Anakin then shifted his weight ever so slightly so that he could lift his hand and bring his thumb up to my clit, rolling it under the large pad of his finger in time with his hips. And just like it did last time, this sent me over the edge.

"Anakin, I'm going to cum." I panted in a heightened tone. As soon as the words left my mouth, the coils in my core snapped and the most intense pleasure I have ever felt crashed into my body. My back arched off the bed and my fingers dug into Anakin's shoulders as my mouth formed into a silent "o." I was unable to even make a sound, my vocal cords had been rendered useless. The only thing I could do was feel.

Feel the pleasure. Feel the intensity. Feel Anakin.

I knew this feeling, right here, I would chase this for fucking ever.

The orgasm coursed through me; each intense pulse was in time with Anakin thrusts as he coaxed me through my pleasure. His words of praise barely cut through the ring in my ears. However, he never let up, making sure I rode through the entire orgasm.

His thrusts only began to grow sloppy when I had finally come down from the high. My twitching muscles continued to contract around him, but the pace had slowed. Now I was reveling in the closeness of him. The orgasm-induced stupor made it feel as though we had become one, two bodies melted perfectly into each other.

Anakin's thrusts grew more unsteady, and I could tell he was close. He dipped his head down one last time to kiss me passionately. And when he pulled away, it was only a few more thrusts until he pulled out and pumped himself with his hand as he finished on my stomach with a throaty grunt.

I watched as he hovered above me, I admired the pronounced muscles that protruded from his arm that was left supporting his body weight. My gaze wandered up to his face and I noticed a sheen of sweat had formed just above his eyebrows. His chest was falling and raising rapidly, and when he lifted his head to meet my gaze, the darkness still danced behind his eyes and an open-mouthed smirk began to pull at his lips.

"I love you." He said in a firm but slightly breathless voice.

My heart jumped, accelerated by the raw emotion in his tone.

"I love you so much." I whispered in return.

Anakin bent down to kiss me with a wide, half-crazed looking smile. I giggled at the sight of it and kissed him back. He pulled away so that his lips were hovering over mine, hesitating, he pressed one more kiss onto my lips before he straightened fully and made quick work of cleaning me off with a towel he grabbed from the bathroom.

After Anakin cleaned up after himself, we both laid in bed, tangled in each other and soaking in the last few moments of closeness before his duty pulled him away. I dragged my fingertips over the taut skin of his shoulder. My fingers paused over small, crescent moon indents. Lifting my head, I examined the blemishes. I felt a heat rise to my cheeks when I realized they were marks left by my fingernails. Red and angry against his golden skin.

"Sorry" I whispered, brushing over the marks. Anakin gave me a confused look and brought his fingers up to assess the damage for himself. A wave of understanding washed over his features when he came to the same realization as I did.

"Don't apologize." He said with a cheeky grin, "I like them."

The blush intensified across my cheeks. I liked that he liked the marks I left on him.

"Something to remember me by." I said with a smirk, looking up at him through my eyelashes.

"As if I could fucking forget you." Anakin replied with an easy chuckle that had my heart singing. "Especially after that." He said, giving me a suggestive look.

"So, what I'm hearing is that we have to fuck every time to properly send you off so you won't forget me when you leave?" I asked sarcastically, raising an eyebrow as my smirk intensified.

"Yes. If that's what you took away from this, then absolutely fucking yes." Anakin said with a level of enthusiasm that had me giggling. He lunged towards me, smothering me with a hug that had my giggles morphing into a full-on belly laugh.

"You men are so simple." I said with an eye roll through my laughter.

"Not going to deny that." Anakin replied, burying his face in my neck and kissing a spot that had me squirming happily in his hold.

The laughter eventually began to fade and as Anakin held me closer, I felt the mood shift into a more somber undertone. I knew I only had a few more moments with him before he left.

"When are you coming back?" I asked, slightly afraid of the response.

"I'm hoping it will only be a few days." He replied, pressing a kiss into the side of my head.

Hoping. That meant he didn't know.

I tried to suppress the feeling of dread that began to seep into my heart. But at the same time, a memory from the night before flickered to life in my brain.

"Anakin, I-I think while you're in Naboo, you need to talk to Padme." I said quietly.

He pulled his head back, looking down at me as if to confirm he heard me correctly. I met his gaze and gave him a heartfelt look.

I meant it. After what Padme told me last night, it was clear there was a need for closure. And Anakin likely owed her an apology, or at least an explanation. And selfishly, I hoped receiving either would help her to finally move on.

"What do you mean?" He asked, confusion written across his features.

"Last night...she sort of opened up to me. The breakup really seemed to mess with her self-confidence. I think she needs closure." I explained.

Anakin opened his mouth, but no words came out. Then, with a deep sigh, he leaned back so that he was gazing up at the ceiling. He then turned his head to look at me, his eyes filled with surprise and awe.

"So, you want me to talk to my ex-girlfriend about our past relationship while we are on a mission alone together?" He asked.

Well, when you put it that way...

"Anakin," I said with a sharp shake of my head to dispel the image he had just planted in my brain. "She made it sound like you never gave her a reason why it ended between you two. Other than the code. But she obviously can see you're getting involved with me despite that very same code. You have to recognize how that can mess with someone's head."

"She knows about us?" Anakin asked in a sharp tone. Of course, the one thing he took away from that was about us while Padme's pain didn't even seem to register. Case and point.

"She isn't stupid." I replied with an eye roll. "And she won't tell anyone. I trust her." I said with conviction. Anakin narrowed his eyes at me, as if to measure my resolve in trusting Padme. After a few seconds, he seemed satisfied and let out a deep sigh.

"Fuck...fine. I'll talk to her." He said begrudgingly. Then he shot me a look from the corner of his eye. "That empathy of yours, Kels. It's one of your greatest strengths. But don't let it become a weakness."

Swallowing hard, I allowed his words to settle. Anakin was often so laser-focused and unfaltering in his personal convictions. It was one of the things I admired about him. However, he can get so lost in the pursuit of what he perceives as the right thing. Other people's emotions or feelings often fall to the wayside. Leaving unintentional, but severe emotional wounds in his wake.

Meanwhile, I am consumed by other's hurt and emotion. To the point where I am almost crippled by it. Unable to move or make a decision solely based on my own desires and convictions.

We made up two opposite ends of a vast spectrum. His hyper speed to my constant hesitation. Too extreme on their own, but when combined, they make a steady and strong path forward.

"I'm going to miss you." I eventually said, sounding a lot more pathetic than I was intending.

"I'm going to miss you too, Remlik." Anakin said in an uncharacteristically soft voice. It made my heart squeeze and I felt dramatic for wanting to cry.

It's only a few days, pull it together.

However, this evolution between Anakin and I, it still felt so new and delicate. I hated the idea of him leaving so soon after finally being honest with our feelings. Especially when I had a sinking feeling this could very much be more than just a few days apart.

But again, I didn't want to give Anakin the impression that I would fall apart every time he leaves. I did not want him to have to worry about me.

I can do this. See?

So, when Anakin eventually pulled himself away from me, quickly readied himself for the day, gave me one last kiss and walked out of my room. I waited until the door fully closed behind him to let the tears trickle down my cheeks.

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Anakin's POV

Usually, I'd jump at the opportunity to pilot a H-type Nubian cruiser. With speed that rivals most starfighters and top-of-the-line hyperdrive functionality, it never took much convincing to get me in the cockpit.

However, this time, I was dragging my feet.

It took me twelve attempts to leave Kels's bed. Twelve times I had told myself it was time to go, but I couldn't bring myself to move. Each time she would draw me back in with those innocent eyes and absolutely sinful lips.

The sounds she was making this morning....fuck. I knew I'd be replaying them in my head every night while I was gone.

By the time I mustered up the willpower to walk out of her room, I had to run to the ship bay. I was already late, and I knew each passing minute would only add to Obi-Wan's fury and Padme's curiosity.

When I finally skidded to a stop in front of the sleek cruiser, Obi-Wan was giving me the same warning look he gave me when I suggested we leave this morning and not last night. He saw right through me. But, in the moment, I found it hard to care.

He was quick to launch into last minute details and planning. His tone remained neutral, but his stiff posture and arms crossed tightly over his chest told me he was pissed. Luckily, Padme's presence prevented him from being able to lay into me like I could tell he was itching to.

We were able to leave without a confrontation with my old master, and hours later it was just Padme and I passing idle time in the cockpit as the ship hurtled through hyperspace.

We had made polite conversation, but the words exchanged eventually drifted into silence. However, I could feel Padme's eyes on me. Throwing glances in my direction, as if she could dissect my body language.

And I suppose there was a time she could.

But that fleeting connection between us had been severed. Just as quickly as it burned, it fizzled.

"You seemed a little rushed this morning." She eventually vocalized. With a sigh, I met her gaze. Still, she was searching for answers, and she was coming up empty handed. I could tell it frustrated her. Or else she wouldn't be asking such leading questions.

"Overslept." I replied with a shrug.

"You don't sleep." She shot back, dropping her polite tone.

"I've found something to help with that." I said, forcing my face into a tight-lipped smile.

"Or someone..." She muttered, turning her body ever so slightly in her chair to shield her face from my line of sight. I found myself focusing on the iridescent white streaks of hyperspace just on the other side of the ship's window as my jaw clenched.

My initial reaction was to shut this down. Make up some bullshit excuse and walk out of the cockpit. But Kels's plea echoed in my mind.

The way she looked at me with genuine concern in her eyes. The way her heart seemed to actually hurt for Padme...

Again, I marveled at how quickly Kels Remlik managed to wrap me around her gods damned finger.

So, with a sharp exhale through my nose, I turned again towards Padme who wore a pained expression.

"I'm sorry, Padme." I said in a steady voice.