...s of course. And quickly, your Master grows impatient. I don't want to have anything interfering with our connection to the Force."
"As you say, Master." whispered Ahsoka, meekly.
Anakin watched intently as his young padawan disrobed.
As she stood before the Jedi knight, vulnerable and exposed, Ahsoka found herself staring down at her feet, unable to look her master in the eye. Cold, she began to shiver.
Anakin sat up for a moment, admiring his studentís nimble figure as it was bathed in the light of the twin moons. Clearly she had much yet to experience.
"Now come here." he beckoned. "It looks like you could use a little warmth in the Force."
Ahsoka attempted a smile but only briefly before deciding against it. Slowly, she approached the young master until she felt the push of an unseen hand thrusting her forward and into her masterís lap.
"Oh...!" she exclaimed as she found herself straddling the Jedi knight.
"Master..." she began.
"Not a word, Snips." whispered Anakin. He then guided his shaking padawan down onto the bed, softly caressing her head and arms.
Only then did Ahsoka realize there was a part of her that always wished for this, for approval and validation from her master ...