Disclaimer: you know the drill – George's stuff, with just a touch of my fantasies. Though atm I'm not that big a fan of Anakin/Padmé, but I'm kinda maybe trying to tie this in with my other story It Should Have Been Me. Probably won't work.
Advantage
I knew I was taking advantage.
Though you may be The Negotiator, I knew you better than anyone, perhaps even better than you knew yourself.
So when the War started and I was knighted, we began to dance.
Your eyes. Your eyes, they give you away.
And whenever they looked at me, I saw your love.
Once in your eyes I had seen hatred and resentment. And anger. Soul-consuming anger.
But those emotions, those feelings soon gave way to something else.
Love.
When I was your apprentice and innocent enough, you loved me like the son you would never have.
When the war started and I was still your apprentice, we both changed. My allegiance was still to you and the Jedi, but now it was also towards Padmé, my beautiful wife. I don't know if that is why we changed or what, but all I know is that your love for me changed to love me like a brother.
Or you hoped it did. It seemed like it did for the while.
But finally after I became a knight, your love changed for the last time. Though I believe you had always been in love with me, and had only just realised.
But I didn't love you the same way.
I loved you like my best friend, my brother. I didn't love you like I would my lover. My one and only would always be Padmé.
Can you see now how I'm taking advantage?
Now as you lie under me, in our muddy tent, on some god-forsaken nameless planet, I believe that you believe that I am also in love with you.
Another dagger goes through my heart as you cry out "Oh Anakin!" and wrap your strong thighs around my waist, as I continue to thrust into you, always hitting your prostate. I feel so guilty for taking advantage of you like this.
I love you.
But you were never my lover. Just my stress reliever, my fuck buddy.
And I'm so, so sorry.