... closer to him.
"But master..." she moaned, her eyes still tightly shut. "A-Aren't you still clothed? How will we commune with the Force?"
"How right you are, Snips." Anakin sighed. "But of course it is the duty, indeed the honor of the padawan to disrobe the master..."
As Ashoka reached for her master’s tunic, she paused.
"Master Anakin,” she whispered under her breath, “I'm... well, I'm a little nervous. I've never done actually anything like this before."
"The Force is nothing to be anxious about, Snips." Anakin soothingly insisted. "You of all people should know that."
As he said this, his gloved bionic hand rose to her chin, lifting her face to meet his. As he looked downward towards his anxious padawan, her wide eyes finally opened, gleaming in the moonlight as she returned his gaze.
Tears began to well as she whispered, "You're so warm, Master Anakin."
To this the young Jedi said nothing as he slid his fingers toward her full, quivering lips while his free hand moved lower, down Asokha's smooth backside, rhythmically stroking her soft bare bottom.
Ahsoka again closed her eyes, eagerly taking her master's leather-clad finger into her mouth, softly enveloping it with her moist lips as Anakin’s other hand made its way towards her soft, moist slit.
As he began intently rubbing her labia, Ahsoka's breathing became heavier, her moans more audible as she stopped suckling his index finger, shuddering, "Oh, Master... Master Anakin!"