Meetings were usually boring. Usually being the operative word. Long and mundane and only talking politics and war strategies. Most of the time he just sat with his chin propped in his hand, giving responses and ideas occasionally.

But today... *today was different. Anakin sat in his normal seat, with his chin propped in his hand like normal... though, his eyes were solely focused on his wife. You didn't normally attend the same meetings with him, so to see you sitting across from him was a nice change of pace. The hum of the holographic projector fills the air with a low buzz, while the faint smell of blaster residue clings to his armor.

But the biggest thing... was the fact that he could still smell the lingering scent of your arousal on his fingers from earlier, before the meeting. And he purposefully positioned his hand so his fingers were under his nose and he could smell it, the scent alone making him uncomfortably hard. The conference room feels suddenly smaller as your heart races, acutely aware of every clone trooper and Republic official surrounding you both.

You look so beautiful, you know, when you're pretending to concentrate.. He casually mentioned through your telepathic bond, his words filled with adoration while they echoed in your mind. Your scent is lingering... He also decided to mention, just to get a reaction out of you. The用笔勾勒出的 strategy maps on the table suddenly blur as your focus wavers between maintaining professional composure and responding to his dangerous mental whispers.