It had been a long day fighting off Separatist forces. As clone fighters soared overhead and night descended on the recently-liberated planet, Ahsoka Tano began settling into her makeshift bedding for the evening.
“Snips, what do you think you’re doing?” her master Anakin Skywalker inquired impatiently.
“What does it look like, Master?” Ahsoka replied, bemused. “I’m preparing to rest. We have a big day tomorrow after all.”
“I don’t think so, Snips.” Anakin said, shaking his head. “You will lay with me tonight, so that together we might better commune with the subtle emanations of the Force.”
Ahsoka paused for a moment to consider this, but then said, “I’ve never heard of such a technique, Master. Are you certain of this?”
“You question your master?” Anakin asked calmly with a sardonic grin. “Maybe I should relay your insolence to Master Yoda. Maybe then you can find a better Jedi Knight with whom to continue your training, though I somewhat doubt that.”
“Oh, Master Anakin, no!” cried Ahsoka, startled. “Please forgive me. I didn’t mean to question your wisdom and guidance.”
“Then come, Snips, and delay no further. As you say we have a big day tomorrow.”
“Yes… yes, Master.”
Hesitantly, Ahsoka approached her master as he watched her silently.
“Now what are you doing?” Anakin groaned with frustration.
“What, Master? I’m doing as you ask.”
“Not in those filthy garbs.” said Anakin. “Besides, communion with the Force is a fully tactile experience which cannot very well be accomplished when you’re bound to the physical realm by those cumbersome rags.”
“So then I should…”
“Undress, yes of course. And quickly, your Master grows impatient. I don’t want to have anything interfering with our connection to the For Continue reading