𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙠𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

• sand •

His eyes shot down to the gold chain dangling between your boobs, and he couldn't help but reach out and take it in his hand. "I like this necklace, kitty."

"You do?" You asked him with wide eyes, biting your lip.

Fives nodded, clearly in an awe-struck daze as his fingers slowly rubbed your smooth thigh. "It's very pretty. Brings out those beautiful eyes of yours." He kept his other hand on the gold chain, slowly moving his hand up and down.

"You're just saying that so I put you on an easy task tomorrow," You teased him with a shy smile.

Fives feigned shock with a gasp, using the opportunity to tighten his grip on your leg. "I wouldn't stoop that low, kitty. I just know a pretty gem when I see one."

Anakin was seething. He watched as you giggled and explained to Fives that the necklace was a family heirloom, letting his fingers brush against your chest. You weren't even wearing a bra. Anakin could tell from his spot a good few meters away, so he knew that Fives had definitely caught on. As the evening began to draw in, a slight breeze wafted past. That, along with Fives' hungry stare, was enough to harden your nipples, something neither of the men failed to notice. Fives licked his lips, not even bothering to hide his reaction, while Anakin's pants tightened around his dick, leaving him angrier than ever before.

He wanted so badly to order Fives to carry out a perimeter sweep just so he'd be away from you for a few minutes, but Anakin knew he couldn't let on that whatever game you were playing was working on him.

"A little obvious, don't you think?" Obi-Wan asked, finally getting Anakin to face him.

With furrowed brows, Anakin looked his friend up and down. "What?"

Obi-Wan shrugged, a mischievous look on his face as he leaned back against a thick tree. "Your infatuation with Y/N. You usually do well to hide it, but you've been staring her down like she's a plate of cold fruit, just waiting for you to dig in."

Anakin narrowed his eyes. "You sound like you're pretty interested yourself."

Holding up his hands in surrender, Obi-Wan let out a laugh. "I'm just in the mood for some fruit. This planet isn't exactly the best source for a nice, sweet pear."

"Why do you think I didn't want to come back?" Anakin grumbled, pulling up at the sparse grass beneath him. The sound of your laughter stole his attention again, and his eyes were burning into you once more.

It was a strange sensation for the man. Here he was, sitting in a humid, half-dead forest on a planet he swore to never return to, on a mission he only agreed to go on when Obi-Wan informed him that you'd be attending. The threat was too great for him to leave a life as precious as yours in the hands of the Clones, so he begrudgingly came along.

The sands of Tatooine sat coarse and rough on his skin, but your laughter seemed to wash the grains away. He didn't so much mind that the sand had managed to have gotten everywhere, because your smile alone was enough to distract him.

"I can't blame you, Anakin; it's been a while," Obi-Wan said through a sigh. "I know I miss the company of a certain woman back home. That combined with this blasted heat is enough to drive any man insane."

Anakin rolled his eyes, refusing to be easily read. "I'm not missing any company. I'm just tired. And hot."

"Fives, you're so bad!" You exclaimed suddenly, placing your hand on his bare chest. The two of you laughed together, your heads leaning in dangerously close.

"Ugh," Anakin spat, malice clear on his tone and face. Fives was taking advantage of the fact that you were friendly to everyone, and using it to make himself feel special.