𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙠𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

• fighter, not a lover •

part 2
              
                 

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Anakin was hunched over and breathing heavily while you lay on your back, a wide grin on your lips as your chest heaved.

"Yes!" You exclaimed, rubbing your face.

"Impossible," Anakin said through pants, shaking his head. "Next time, I'm playing dirty."

You let out a snort at his threat. "What are you gonna do? Drag me backwards with the Force?"

"As a matter of fact, yes I will," He answered, calling a bottle of water into his hand and taking a long sip.

It had been a few weeks since you were finally discharged from the hospital, and you were thriving with your cybernetic legs. Once you got used to using them, the limits were boundless. You beat Anakin in every single race, your stamina and speed improving in impossible ways.

"While I love my new legs," You began once you were both relaxed again, sitting side by side on the grass. "I miss making you paint my toenails."

Anakin laughed, before looking over at you. "Got any polish with you?"

"Uh," Looking around your small garden, you gestured over to the box of nail polishes that sat at the other end. "If you're as well versed in the Force as everyone says, I command you to call over the color I want."

"You command your General, huh?" Anakin asked with a smirk. "Which color do you want?"

Leaning towards him, you shot him a wink. "You tell me, Jedi Master."

He pursed his lips before looking over to the box and holding out his hand. In a few seconds, the rich purple polish had flown into his grip, making him turn to you with a smug look. "How'd I do?"

Acting nonchalant, you shrugged. "It'll do, I guess."

Anakin pulled you onto his lap which you straddled, a look of concentration on his features as he carefully painted your nails. Your hands felt at home in his, and you wondered if he felt the same. The sun shone high above you, like a spotlight on this most intimate of moments, basking you in warmth. You and Anakin hadn't even kissed yet, so this was the closest form of intimacy you'd partake in. Perhaps it was because you each felt guilty about Padmé, and felt it was too soon to make your relationship physical just yet.

After a few minutes, a thought crossed your mind, and you couldn't help but voice it. "I don't think I want to be a pilot anymore."

His eyebrows furrowed, but he kept his eyes on your nails, making sure not to get any polish on your skin. "No?"

"Not yet, anyways," You said, before a small smile grew on your lips. "I want to fight."

Anakin's actions stopped and he looked up at you, a blank look on his face. "You want to fight?"

You nodded eagerly. "Yeah. I've been training with the Clones for years-"

"Training a couple of times a week is a lot different to being out on the field, Y/N," He cut you off, making you frown.

"I know," You insisted. "I'm not saying I'm ready yet, I just-"

"No." The word was cold and unemotive and it spread to the air around you, making you feel as though the sun itself had died.

Slowly, you clambered off his lap while he put down the bottle of nail polish. "No?"

"No," He repeated, his face void of emotion. "I won't let you."