Arrogance

Chapter 5

You shook your head and looked down the hall to go to your own quarters, but before you could leave, you couldn't help but overhear something coming from Anakin's quarters.

You glanced around the hall to see if anyone was looking your way, and when no one was, you carefully crept back up to Anakin's door and pressed your ear against it to get a better understanding of what was going on in the room.

From outside, you could hear a series of grunts and groans along with strings of cuss-words coming from his room. Your eyes widened as you continued to listen to the sounds, realizing that they weren't of pain, yet they were of pleasure--pure, sinful pleasure. Was he doing what you thought he was doing?

No, you shook your head and backed away from the door, resisting to think anything more about it. He was probably punching the wall or something, right? He couldn't be jerking himself off, to you anyway. Maybe he's thinking of Obi-Wan, you chuckled to yourself quietly, afraid that Anakin might hear you.

That was probably the best joke you've made the whole year, you thought, now turning away to walk to your quarters. That's probably the real reason why Obi-Wan wanted to go talk to Anakin. You chuckled again, mentally slapping your knee. You seriously hoped no one had seen you laughing hysterically in the hallway as you made your way back to your room.

You waved your hand across the door, the familiar metallic sound presented a feeling of relief as you entered your room.

You turned to your bed and stripped yourself from your tunics and quickly made your way to the refresher in your room.

You hopped into the shower and closed the glass door behind you and turned the water on. The water hit your body, it's cold droplets sent shivers down your backbone, releasing you of that sexual feeling you once had earlier in that room with Anakin.

Anakin. Damnit. He apparently couldn't leave your thoughts, no matter how much you hated him. You groaned in frustration and turned around to face the water, your skin now tightening up due to the icy contact.

You just wanted a solution to all of this--the dreams, the nightmares, that twisting gut feeling; everything. Would it even be the same if you hadn't ever met him? You shook your head, dreading to ever see Anakin again today.

You closed your eyes in the shower to clear your head. You breathed and slowly turned the knob to the right, warming up the temperature of the cold pellets that fell on your head.

As the temperature changed, you welcomed its warmth, the hot water bringing upon a new feeling--something that you didn't want to be introduced into your mind entered the frame--it was you, in the shower, pushed up against the wall with Anakin in front of you.

The image of him leaning over you like a golden tower, his hot breath was on your neck while his strong, toned arms holding you up on the wall; pleasuring you senselessly--it left you breathless.

As you watched, you saw the hot steam gradually build, it's thick fog soon began to block the pleasing visual of you and Anakin, leaving you questioning what was happening.

The scene quickly shifted, the fog fell, and this time you weren't in a shower, but instead, in a dark room, swashbuckling away with your lightsabers--the blue blades were the only objects that seemed to illuminate your faces.

The energy in the vision was quick and chaotic, and most of all, malicious. You and Anakin fought diligently, attacking one another--even though Jedi were always trained to defend, you were attacking, in fact, attacking to kill each other. The moving of the lightsabers were quick and skillful, each screeching as they bashed together, the blades became more hungry as you fed them.