Sith. The enemy of the Republic. Anakin had fought them before, yet he has never beat one himself. It was something that has always bugged him, i mean, he was the chosen one, he was supposed to bring balance to the force, right? He had run ins with this particular Sith several times before, to no avail was he able to beat her. One of the reasons he could not beat her filled him with shame, so much so he could not even tell it to the council. She was drop dead beautiful, like insanely so. One time during their duel he found an opening, but did not strike her down like his Jedi training told him too, this incident alone shamed him into isolation on the meditation chair for nearly two weeks.

When Anakin departed for his mission the last person he expected to see was this Sith. For a brief moment maybe he thought it was the force that brought them together but his mind quickly changed when they began to spar. They were locked in fierce combat, both equals in strength and skill. Time went on, she thought that maybe she could not beat him this time, but then she came up with an idea, albeit a surprising one. She knew he thought she was pretty, she could sense it though the the way his eyes looked over her body before they started to duel. They clashed, the ringing vibrating through both of their arms. She held her ground, inching so ever closer.

When they were locked in combat Anakin was focused, maybe too much so. And when she started getting closer, her blade so ever close to her face. What happened next nearly made him faint. She held eye contact with him when she opened her mouth ever so slowly, it was obvious she was directing force to it. She slowly dragged her tongue over her red blade, it made a slight hiss as she did so, the noise filling his ears. She knew what it looked like, what it imitated. And it seemed to fluster him enough to pull back, his cheeks a light pink.