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The Way He Looks at You Series
Act II: The Way You Look at Him
Chapter 2: The Way You Resist Him
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The Inquisitor offers you his large hand, the prospect of touching him disgusts you forcing you away. He withdraws his hand slowly, and you tip your head back as another sad expression crosses his face. You feel guilt for his response, but you try to remind yourself that the man before you does not have the capacity for kindness. This is surely an act to get to Theo.
The Inquisitor said that Theo unfortunately lives, meaning he must have tried to kill him previously. You feel a deep sense of dread that your boyfriend is being directly hunted by the Thirteenth Brother. Your ex-boyfriend your remind yourself, still not believing the words.
Surely the Inquisitor is tricking you to eliminate more Jedi from the galaxy. What other motivation would an Inquisitor have to hold you hostage? He said you’re pregnant with his child, but Fifth Brother said that you were pregnant with Theo’s child. So which is it? Which Inquisitor is telling the truth?
You can’t fret over the possibility of being pregnant right now. Not when Theo’s location is unknown, and you are stuck with the Thirteenth Brother for the next six weeks. You only agreed to the time frame for intelligence on the Empire and bring it back to the Rebellion. Or at least that is the reason you are telling yourself.
You refuse to face how your heart ached when this man shed tears. Perhaps it’s a testament to your character; that you can feel empathy for the enemy. Maybe it has nothing to do with the way your heart reacted but how your body reacted to his dark expression. The way he looked at you.
You shake your head once to clear the traitorous thoughts before standing. As you move towards the exit, the Inquisitor wraps his long fingers around your upper arm. You glare up at him and try to pull away, but he does not relent.
“Considering you just tried to kill me, I’m afraid that I can’t trust you to walk on your own.” He says.
You huff in response and allow him to guide you off the ship and onto the windy catwalk. Your cloak whips violently around your body, but the hood stays in place, like magic. You are grateful for the privacy offered by the thick material.
Large battered doors slide open to allow you both inside. The room is cold, large tiles make up the floor, the Inquisitor’s boots echo noisily. Your head rotates, trying to take in any useful information until the sound of another pair of boots draws your attention.
The Inquisitor adjusts his grip to push you behind his body, blocking your view of the unannounced visitor. You try to peek around him, but you feel the familiar sensation of being Force held in place.
“Thirteenth. This must be the woman I’ve heard so much about. She seems well after the accident.” A familiar yet terrifying voice sounds.
A lump forms in your throat as you bite back tears, having never forgotten this cruel voice. Adrenaline surges, urging your body to flee the monster of your past, the Grand Inquisitor.
“Yes, she woke less than an hour ago and I’m afraid she is not the best company at the moment. I would like to get her back to my quarters to rest.” The Thirteenth Brother says.
“Of course, I understand. We are all at her service. Lord Vader is quite excited for two Force-sensitive children to be born into the dark side. If we train them young, they may become the most powerful Sith Lords the galaxy has ever seen.”
A lot of information is hitting you and your mind disassociates to protect itself. The rest of the conversation becomes white noise as dizziness and nausea overtake you. You become lightheaded and have to rest your forehead against the Inquisitor’s back.
He notices immediately and ends the conversation as he turns to scoop your limp body into his arms. You want to protest, but you are not physically able as the world is spinning around you. You close your eyes and breathe deeply through your nose as the Inquisitor carries you through the long corridors, then through two sets of doors.
You mentally scold yourself for missing hugely important parts of the journey that could benefit the Rebellion. But your body overheats, bringing you back to your breath. Before you fully lose consciousness, you sink into a soft mattress as the Inquisitor frees you of your cloak, boots, and woolen socks.
Your body finally cools and you feel better, the room no longer spinning. After laying still with your eyes closed, you risk opening them. The Inquisitor sits at the edge of the bed, his forehead wrinkled with worry. You look around the plain room, accented with boring black furniture.
You move to sit up, realizing how odd it feels to be laying in an Inquisitor’s bed. The man leans forward to press you back down and you shoot him a terrified look as the blood drains out of your face.
“Do not move too quickly. You shouldn’t have left the hospital yet in your condition.” He says. “I’ll have a physician come here to check on you in the morning.”
You feel your face heat at the infuriating way he is treating you. Surely, this is all a ploy to keep and use you for information. There is no chance you are pregnant with an Inquisitor’s child, let alone two children.
“My condition! What condition is that exactly, pregnant? I don’t believe you!” You yell, daring him to lie.
“You think I’m lying to you?” He asks before settling his face from the confusion and smirking. “You don’t have to believe me, as your pregnancy will become obvious soon enough.”
You scoff, and he narrows his eyes, sending a wave of butterflies through your stomach. The desire to maintain eye contact wanes as you feel shy when looking into his fierce expression. He notices your change in demeanor and lets out a small chuckle.
“Tonight, you may shower if you’d like and then have dinner.” The Thirteenth Brother says.
“I’d like to shower.” You say, excited at the prospect of time away from this cocky man.
He only nods before turning to offer his hand again. You reject the gesture and stand to prove your independence, but the victory is short-lived as you see stars and stumble. The man catches you against his firm chest and holds your shoulders to steady you. Your face burns in shame, and you don’t dare look up at the cocky expression on his face.
He guides you into the beautiful bathroom; the sight halts your steps as you take in the oasis in this lifeless tower. The Inquisitor does not push you to continue forward, instead allowing you to decide.
You turn to look at him; he has a small smile on his face. You take a step away from him and reach for the door. His boot prevents the door from closing, and you narrow your eyes.
“You can leave. I’ve got it from here.”
He shakes his head and darkens his eyes, causing your stomach to flip again. He takes a step forward and you mirror him by stepping backwards. You complete this dance a couple more times and, to your horror; he closes the bathroom door, locking you both inside.
“Absolutely not! I am not showering with you in here.”
“I’m afraid your inability to stand on your own requires my presence for safety.”
“Then I won’t shower.” You cross your arms.
“Fine. Don’t shower.” He replies, a smirk teasing his lips.
You glance at the beautiful shower and desperately want to clean your dirty hair from the weeks without care.
You exhale. “Fine. I’ll shower, but you can’t watch me.”
He tilts his head. “I will keep my eyes on yours only, but I will watch you shower. You are a hazard to yourself.”
“No, you said you won’t make me do anything I don’t want to do!”
“Precisely. I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do. However, there are stipulations for each action. I will not force you to shower. If you choose to shower, I will watch you to ensure your safety.”
Your mouth drops open and your eyebrows pinch together as you shake your head.
“Worry not. I’ve seen you naked before, and it is always a pleasure.”
Your heart palpitates at his words and you feel moisture between your thighs. You look down and walk towards the shower to figure out how to activate the hot water. The Inquisitor leans against the bathroom counter as steam fills the room. He doesn’t break eye contact as he removes his armor, placing it on the counter behind him. You nervously glance between him and his growing pile of discarded outerwear.
“I am only trying to find comfort from the rising temperature. I will not be joining you.”
He quirks an eyebrow. “Unless you would prefer it.”
“Never!”
He only shrugs and busies himself by removing the rest of the dark-colored armor. You stand there awkwardly, knowing that you need to remove the revealing dress to shower. Frozen by indecision, you watch as he disrobes.
The Inquisitor reaches behind his neck to reveal a fitted black sleeveless shirt under his long-sleeved one. Your lips part as you take in his muscular arms. The pale skin contrast against the black fabric he wears. You feel a longing to run your fingers across those toned arms.
The handsome man looks up into your wide eyes in amusement. You turn away and try to convince yourself to untie the dress. The possibility of turning away enters your mind, but then you wouldn’t be able to ensure he keeps his word.
You don’t want his eyes roaming your body, so you take a slow breath and meet his eye. He stares right back, making no move to look elsewhere. You reach up behind your neck and untie the chords that hold most of the dress together. You allow the fabric to fall, catching on your hips.
The Inquisitor keeps his gaze locked on your eyes, despite your now naked upper half. You find it hard to breathe, but continue on, pushing the elastic of the waistband down, exposing yourself completely.
You step into the gorgeous shower, trying to find some way to hide your naked body. Obviously, clear water won’t do much, but it eases your discomfort. The hot water feels nice and you almost close your eyes to enjoy it. If you were not being watched by an Inquisitor, you would find solace in this peaceful bathroom.
You break eye contact to locate soaps as you clean yourself, noticing his eye contact is becoming less distressing. You imagine that same fierce expression in a more intimate setting. His attractive face hovering inches from yours, looking into your soul as he pumps into your-
You look away, closing your eyes for a moment, trying to shake the thought. The realization that he can now look over your body forces your eyes open again. To your surprise, his intense stare stays fixated on your face, though, he his head is now tilted.
As you wash, you pause while cleaning the area between your legs. A look of horror briefly overtaking your face, before trying to hide the expression. You swear that the Inquisitor’s mouth twitched upwards in response. The entire area is slick, and you curse your body for its betrayal before attempting to wash away the evidence of any attraction to this man.
But he seems privy to your reaction and shifts his weight, his hands gripping the edge of the counter, flexing his biceps. Your eyes travel down the exposed skin to his fingers, long and slender. Perfect to slide inside your aching-
You rip your eyes away from the seductive digits and return to the staring contest. He looks pleased, and it infuriates you.
“Do you need anything else for your cleanliness? You’ve been in there so long I can’t help but wonder if you enjoy being watched.”
You scowl and turn off the hot water, reaching for a fluffy towel to dry yourself. You feel better being covered by the fabric and wrap your hair as well.
“Are there clothes for me? Or do I have to wear that again?”
The Inquisitor guides you to a door at the back of the bathroom, opening into a large walk-in closet. One side of the closet is endless rows of black clothing.
The other side has a small array of dark colors; black, burgundy, deep plum, sapphire, emerald, and magenta. The fabrics are all beautiful, a variety or silk, satin, velvet, and cottons. You’re taken aback by the clothing options that you have available. You whip around to see the man’s face, suspicious of his closet.
“Why do you have so many clothes for women?”
He almost smiles, but settles his expression. “I bought them for you while you were in the hospital. I wanted you to have more than one dress.”
You narrow your eyes but turn back to walk along the selection of clothes, noting that nothing will cover you completely. Each piece revealing some part of your body to the world.
“Is there anything modest in here?” You ask, your tone short.
“You are welcome to wear my clothes. I’d quite like to see you in them.”
You grimace and don’t move towards his side of the closet. There is no way you would give him the satisfaction of wearing his clothes. Instead, you search for something comfortable that you could sleep in.
Finally settling on an emerald cotton crop top with a deep v neckline and long sleeves. You try desperately to find pants to wear with it, but discover they are only available on the Thirteenth Brother’s side. Your pride keeps you firmly on your side and you huff before selecting a too short black skirt.
“Is there underwear?” You ask.
“I don’t see the need. It gets in the way.” He says.
“What if I get my period? I’m supposed to just bleed?”
“You’re pregnant. If you’re still here after the pregnancy, I’ll buy you what you require.”
All you can do is continue to glare at the infuriating man. He allows you to finish your silent temper-tantrum. You drop the towel on the floor as a last act of disobedience and slip into the revealing clothes. The Inquisitor never allows his eyes to drop to examine your body.
“If you won’t look at my body, why have me wear these clothes?” You say and stomp out of the bathroom to finish getting ready.
He stands nearby, making eye contact with you through the large mirror as you work. “Because at some point, you will ask me to look at you. When you do, I’d like to ensure I see your body exactly the way I want.”
Your mouth hangs open, and you stare at him in shock. “I will never ask you to look at me.”
He smirks and reaches to unbuckle his pants. The panic in your eyes calms when you see the black sweats sitting on the counter. You hadn’t noticed him grab them earlier.
Unlike him, you don’t avert your eyes, and watch as he undresses. It’s no surprise that his underwear is black and your gaze accidentally drifts across the bulge at the center. You try to look elsewhere and instead take in his muscular thighs.
He changes slowly, allowing you to get a good look before he slips on the sweatpants. His boots and pants discarded on the bathroom floor.
“Are you hungry?” He asks.
“What?” You ask. Horrified at his question after your longing gaze at his lower half.
“Are you hungry? You haven’t eaten solid food in weeks.” He asks again, clarifying.
“Oh! Um, yes, I’m hungry.” You say, now timid.
He leads you through his quarters and into his kitchen. You stand there looking lost as he pulls out food to make your meal.
“You may sit and rest while I prepare the food. However, you may not leave my sight for the time being.” He says, his focus now on the ingredients before him.
You nod and turn to look around the room. There is a couch that is within eye-shot and you move towards it. Not wanting to make any further intimate eye contact with the Inquisitor, you turn to look out the window while he works.
Your thoughts drift to Theo, trying to make sense of your experienced timeline with the timeline that the Thirteenth Brother provided you. Before you have pieced together much of anything, you hear plates being placed on the kitchen table.
You walk over to sit at the table, across from the man who claims to love you. He nods once and you find yourself unable to resist the siren song of the meal. You eat quickly and grow sleepy from the fullness in your belly. The Inquisitor notices as he cleans up the mess.
“You will sleep in my bed,” He says.
You shoot him a weary look.
“I will not sleep in the bed with you without your consent.” He says as he finishes cleaning.
You nod and allow him to guide you back to the bedroom. You climb into the bed and curl up under the covers. He sits in the nearby chair, placing his lightsaber on the side table nearest him.
“You’re going to watch me sleep?” You ask.
“I cannot let you out of my sight for now.” He explains.
“Whatever.” You say and turn your back on the intruding man.
There is quiet for a while as you drift off. The last thing you hear is a short mumbled poem. “Goodnight, sleep tight, my little Light.”
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