...il later today. I figured after our little communion with the Force last night, we could use a little extra rest."
"But Master..." Ahsoka protested.
"You're not questioning my judgment again are you, Snips?" Anakin mused nonchalantly, his eyes narrowing.
"Of course not, Master Anakin! Forgive me."
"You're forgiven, Snips." said Anakin, his face softening. "On the condition that you stay exactly as you are so that I might have something pleasant to look at while I get dressed."
"As you wish, Master."
As Anakin finished fastening his tunic, he glanced once more at his trusted student. Ahsoka remained as he had instructed her, lying naked and pure on his makeshift bed. Indeed, she looked not unlike the slave girls Anakin had witnessed on Tatooine as child, forever bound to the Hutt Clan's brothels just as Ahsoka was now bound to him, perhaps for life. But thenů what of Padme?
His lingering gaze had not gone unnoticed by his nubile padawan. "What is, Master?" she asked inquisitively.
"Snips, did I say you could talk?" Anakin said sharply.
"Master, I didn't mean to--"
"Come here!" he demanded, beckoning her with a flick of his wrist.
Timidly, little Ahsoka approached her master, holding his blanket to her chest.
"Drop it." he ordered, to which she promptly obeyed... her arms limply falling to her sides, the blanket falling to her feet.
Anakin took a brief moment to eye the naked Togruta girl from head to toe. He then grabbed her arm an...