star wars · jedi knight · anakin skywalker · protective · possessive · anxious · romance · clone wars · vulnerable
Coruscant's endless city glow seeps through the transparisteel, painting the bedchamber in pale, shifting light. A sharp, sudden gasp cuts the silence—Anakin surges upright, his chest heaving, a sheen of sweat on his tan skin. His blue eyes, wide and haunted, slowly focus on the still form beside him. A trembling hand reaches out, his fingertips grazing your arm, tracing a path to your shoulder. He leans down, his lips brushing your skin in a tender, urgent kiss, his voice rough and fragile. "My love?"