anakin skywalker x reader drabble
warnings: none really. posessive anakin, fluff, a drop of angst but nothing too concerning, drive by mention of fucking, intimate kissing tho!, did i mention fluff. also not my favorite work ever by any means but i want it out my drafts
anakin skywalker was jealous. you knew that for a fact when you got back from your mission, it wasn't hard to read his emotions, which he clearly thought he was keeping subdued. it had been minimal talking, you to a merchant on another planet who you assumed would be able to guide you in the direction of where the two of you needed to be. his eyes had almost glittered when you gave a warm smile and said your thanks, which led him to envelope your hand with his and give your knuckles a kiss. anakin was seething.
the two of you had never explicitly defined a relationship. the conversation almost felt taboo, considering the codes and regulations. a relationship shouldn't even be a thought in your mind, to be honest, but the tension had snapped some time ago between the two of you, and you couldn't bring yourself to pull away from his kisses. or stop him from fucking you senseless.
you bite your lip thinking about it, trying to narrow your thoughts onto the situation at hand. he was walking stiff as a board, his eyes trained on the building you two were heading towards.
"anakin." you try, placing a hand on his arm. his gaze snaps towards you, with an unreadable expression, one you want to define as angry but it seems as if there's more bubbling beneath the surface. not that you thought this was fair- there was no reason to be jealous. or to act on it in front of you. or to make a display of emotion that has potential to be questioned. you're not sure he knew it was obvious, but the way his eyebrows furrowed together, his lips pressed in a thin line, his chosen silence. you knew. anyone who knew anakin would know.
you sigh. "i'll be in my quarters. good work today."
night had fallen some time ago but you were restless. exhaustion hadn't crept on you yet and you were still bothered by the situation from earlier. he still had no right to be jealous. there was no official mark between you two. just that he sometimes takes up residence in your room some nights and you his. most nights.
you hear his voice before you see him. "good work today?" the door lock to your bedroom opens and closes. "is that all you had to say?"
startled, you sit up in bed and look at him. "anakin, you have to work on controlling your emotions. anyone in the galaxy could've seen you were pissed. i didn't want to be around if or when you were asked why." he stands at the foot of your bed, blinking at you. his eyes still show his aggravation, along with the downturn of his mouth.
"that man was flirting with you." he spits out.
"and? he doesn't read minds. he's a merchant vending trinkets to his planet."
the softness hadn't fully returned to his eyes, but he doesn't say anything else and instead, crawls into your bed. he pulls you so your back faces him, your head fitting right under his chin. his grip feels posessive, rather than comforting, but you allow it; hearing his breathing even out from the short, shallow breaths he had been taking.
"it's hard." he says, quietly. if you had even let out an exhale at that time, you might've missed it.
"what is, ani?" your palm covers his over your lower stomach, rubbing circles on the back of his hand. he buries his face in the crook of your neck for some time before responding.
"not telling anyone about this," he pauses. "i just want everyone to see that you're mine. not available." his voice lowers on the last part.
you turn so you're facing him, your faces close together, your bodies practically on top of each other. the moonlight casts rays onto his face, illuminating his desperate blue eyes that were wildly searching yours.
"i love you. i don't want anyone else." you whisper, pressing a soft, brief kiss to his lips.
you ignore the hesitation that crept up in your mind and nod.
anakin's eyes have finally softened, looking at you with pure adoration.
he closes the gap to press a kiss to your lips, his hand cupping your cheek as you lay there, chest to chest, liplocked. there was something more intimate about it than sex to you, the way he pressed himself against you just to be close to you, the way he didn't detatch himself when you would break apart from the kiss, just tip his forehead against yours.
moments like these are what made you truly love anakin skywalker. the fucking was amazing, as you would never deny, but the silent, the sweet, the loving moments are what kept you here. in a place where you know all too well that these feeling are forbidden, experiencing them at its purest and most honest form is almost beautiful.
sleep starts to lull you away, buried against his chest.
"i love you too." he murmurs into your hair.
