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The next couple of hours were a little hazy, but you knew you were adamant about witnessing his arrest, and what came afterward; the interrogation, his imprisonment and hopefully sometime soon, his trial. You only remembered two officers putting him in handcuffs, and you, tagging along with Anakin, and now you were in his office in the fort. Him just on the other side of that open door, sitting in a chair like the rest of you felt comical, the one difference being the chains around his wrists, and perhaps the dirt on his clothes. But the latter could be compensated by the fact that you weren’t in your best looks either, face still red, dress wrinkly. Anakin was the most presentable, although the shine of fury on his face provided a different sense of disarray.
You’ve never seen his workplace, you realized, as you came to your senses.
None knew why the prosecutor took so long. Of course, it was the middle of the night, but he was the commander of the navy, sent by the Venetian Senate. He was their right hand man, their eyes in the east of the Mediterranian Sea and not for the first time, you mourned on the ignorant attitude he received.
Before the end of an hour, he started pacing around the room, and you couldn’t sit either, so you leaned against his desk. Every time he walked past you, your dress brushed against his clothes and the sound filled the room, like the ticking of a clock.
“Ani.” You couldn't bear the stress anymore.
“Yes, my love?” Despite the fury, haste and tension, his voice was soft as he stood in front of you, his eyes pleading for you to name your concern for him to fix it. That intense gaze was very distracting, and quite honestly you have started to forgot how it felt like, burning under his attention.
“Just…” Words came to you simply. “Stop for a moment.”
“I’m sorry.” He sighed, realizing the contagious nature of his actions. “I wish I had something to offer- but there’s not much to choose from, especially in this hour-“
You shot a weary smile. The image of the two of you sipping tea in this very chamber was absurd. You weren’t even sure that they had tea in this entire facility, anyway. As if the aspect of time struck you in that second, you couldn’t help but feel exhausted.
What a day.
What a month.
While this was definitely the end of suffering, it was by no means a remedy. Your chest still ached with the pang of yesterday, and the weeks before, the neglect and the uncertainty of it all. The explanation was the most simple thing, you did not dwell on it. Everyone would have thought the same, with those clear shreds of evidence and weeks of seeded doubts. But your spirit was not so rational, not that it had to be, and wouldn’t be content with the revelations. You were broken, and the prospect of healing was not on the horizon for you, at least, not in the heat of the moment.
“Did you know that growing up, they nicknamed me Desdemona?”
“No, you never told me.”
“I don’t even remember how it came about, but the whole house preferred it over my real name for a while. I don’t mind such thing, but it was the meaning that got me confused. Ill fated. Why would anyone tag a child with that name? And the fact that everyone got used to it so quickly, now I see, that it was indeed my fate.”
“You can’t believe this sort of superstition. You’re the best thing that has happened to me, and you assume yourself to be a bad omen? You’re my love, my luck, my Angel.” He caressed your cheek, tentatively. The warmth of his hand blossomed across your skin, yet you couldn’t react. “I apologize.” He retracted his hand, “I am being forward. I am yet to beg for your forgiveness.”
“No.” You certainly were not refusing the attempt, but his choice of words. Reaching before he could move, you trapped his hand between your face and your fingers, and even leaned towards the touch. “This- this is fine.”
You could see the twinkle of love and relief in his eyes when you reveal the boundary. His thumb stroked over your skin, relishing its softness like it was the first time. You closed your eyes, completely giving yourself to his hold. This was one of those rare moments where you had a glimpse of peace in a while, so it was no wonder that your body clung to the feeling.
And it was no wonder that for he too devoured the serenity that radiated off of you, drowning in all the reasons he fell in love with you once again, his hand slipped further down and back, to your chin and then to your hair, guiding a small tilt of your head to allow your lips to meet for a split second, like a promise. Yes, this was a little forward, but it was exactly what the two of you needed, to experience the gentle contact of your plump lips, to seal each other with your sweet tastes. It was quick, yet meaningful, and chaste. There would be no shame if someone saw all of it from the very open door, especially given the nature of your famous relationship.
Except the part where a sound of lust escaped your throat, filling the room.
Caught off guard, your eyelids snapped open, yet you couldn’t yank yourself out of his touch. Thus, with the pride of being helpful to you, he did it again, catering to your needs. To see your muscles relax under his touch, to notice the frown of your brows disappear, he had no reason or logic to stop himself. He massaged your lips with his, brushing away your strands, drinking in your whimpers that managed to get free, delighted in the way your hands traveled everywhere on his body constantly.
It was a mystery how much later and exactly how you found yourself properly sitting on his desk, and him pressed against you, with a very prominent addition.
“My love, I- I didn’t mean to.” A pant. His face was in agony, but his hold never changed, treating you like a bird, tame and tender. “Perhaps it would be wise to…” His voice was strained as well.
“You’re right.” You shove your forehead against his shoulder, clenching your fists hardest. He’s so warm and smells like home. “Fuck, but I don’t want to.”
He didn’t know how to react to you swearing, but it was enough of a signal. He suppressed his chuckle, placing his hand on the small of your back. There was no space to close between the two of you, but the pressure of it helped- and it set fire to your nerves too. “Your wish is my command.”
He started slow as if a reminder of how sacred you were to him, exploring every inch of your neck. You squirmed with anticipation as he hit every sensitive spot, feeling the beat of your veins underneath. You threw your head back, but grasped his lapels tighter, rooting him near.
Yes, it was too early; yes, it looked like the two of you were acting by pure instinct like animals; but it wasn’t such a bad thing. He was keen on keeping his promise, undoubtedly, and you would give no compromises about it. But why deny yourselves the pleasure of reunion, a first step for a better path, a reminder of how he adored you, and you cherished/desired him?
When you got lost in the clouds so much that small moans started to escape once more, he found you staring at the open door, for a split second, thus he paused with great regret. “Are you still sure about it?” His rhythmic kneading of your scalp proved his answer to that question, but it was obvious that he would follow your wishes.
You took another look, and turned your gaze to his blown pupils, anchoring yourself to it. With a gulp, you whispered, your thoughts being new even to you. “If it was up to me to decide his punishment, I would have his last vision to be of us, his last hearing to be the sound of us together - be it laughter or moans. He is an insanely jealous person, he can’t help it- and this time he will truly have something to be jealous of.”
How fierce you could be.
Anakin smiled, proudly. How much strength you had to know what viciousness was, and decide not to act on it every single day… It was madness of a plot that brought you up to the mere threshold of it, yet still not stepping any further. A single blow of your sentence- it was simple and more effective than whatever the judge would rule.
“You’re right.” He agreed. Nevertheless, he thought himself unworthy of you before he properly earned your forgiveness, so it was only his fingers that traveled across your sweet core, finding their way through layers of fabric without teasing. While he always properly admired every inch of your skin, this time he knew the time was of the essence, and he couldn’t deny the small pang of jealousy at the possibility of someone seeing your bare thigh, so he spared himself the holy image of your legs, gleaming in the moonlight.
“Oh, Ani.” You whimpered and sang his name at his touch at your wetness, catching on his fingertips as he dragged them upwards where you needed him the most. Your arms hastened around his neck, and you reached for his mouth, wanting him to drown you in every sense of the word. When you tugged at his roots, he was the one to pant, and even though the sound had nowhere to go but through you, it was quite audible still.
He circled your clit lightly, building up a pace, just the way you liked it. You could feel yourself getting wetter- it probably leaked all the way to his desk- and dizzier, the bliss too much for your depraved nerves. You thrust your hips, and that’s how you were reminded that- he had the same problem too. One of your hands roamed across his body, between his legs. He only understood their destination when you reached it, and he outright hissed at the crude pressure, too much and too little at the same time thanks to his clothes.
“This is about you, angel.” The only attempt of getting you to stop was stopping his own administrations, instead choosing to rub against your entrance, pushing every so slightly, causing your juices to drip down.
You whined, not removing your hand, and moving your hips again, making his finger probe inside you. Standing your ground, you wrapped your palm around his bulge, and he surrendered, dragging two fingers through your tight walls, giving you what you wanted. His thumb found your clit, and the combined motion of his hand rendered you useless, a blubbering mess. Chuckling, he returned to spoiling your neck, not wanting to dampen your cries. After all, he earned those, giving everything to deserve them. It was a joy to hear it again, and he wasn’t going to waste another chance, not when he got so lucky. Pressing his nose closer, he basked in your natural perfume, licking it out of your skin, and thrust into your hand instinctively, his body unable to stand still. You weren’t doing much but rubbing him slowly, probably the only motion you could muster, and it was fucking enough for him.
It was.
It didn’t take you very long to reach your climax, the game being over the minute he found the spot that made you see the stars. You didn’t know how he could hit it so perfectly with your body writhing, but he did, also while keeping your mouth somewhat occupied and his ears on the door for any intruders. And likewise, your warm grip was all he ever needed, and he was more than content to come in his pants like a teenager- it was only natural considering his greatest pleasure was seeing you lost in it.
You winced as he torturously removed his thick, long fingers, his hand wet beyond imagination. The eye contact as he slipped them inside his mouth, tasting you, the intention of licking them clean only on the second priority, your cheeks grew red, yes, it was a very inconsistent reaction considering the previous minutes, and the thought of them in your mouth was sure to haunt you for days. It was quite evident in the way you eyed the motion, and Anakin snuck them out, holding them between your faces for a second, and moved to your lips even though they were already free of your essence.
You accepted them, eagerly, your tongue moving along with precision that came from previous experiences, and your husband was concerned that he would get hard again impossibly early if you kept that going.
Though, it was about time that the judge decided to show up.
The simultaneous clanking of armors came as a warning, and the two of you separated. With each step, conversations grew louder, and it was getting evident that this was it, the moment you’d been waiting for all night, you fixed your appearances, as much as possible.
It was seconds before the official stepped into the room, him looking very annoyed probably because of the ungodly hour, and Iago the same, for a different reason, that Anakin smiled at you- a little bashful, a little reassuring, a little like hope itself.
You smiled back.