...me 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 master’s 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 - a feeling of affirmation that she tried so hard to earn. Was this it? Was this that feeling realized in the warm, forceful embrace of her master?
Ahsoka closed her eyes as he pulled her naked form 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...