A night to remember

AN: hello all, this is strictly Rexsoka, with a hint of a few other pairings at the end, but ya, hope you like it.

All eyes were on her now, her blue gown flowing gracefully with each step she took down the stairs, her hand on the rail to guide her, and though everything had stopped for her, her eyes were locked with his, and no one else's, and his eyes were locked with her's. He stood in front of the crowd, alongside Anakin and Padme…waiting for his heart to come down.

Ahsoka wasn't sure why they had to go to Naboo, sure there was a holiday closing in, but that doesn't mean they should travel halfway across the galaxy just to celebrate, she was sure they could find some way to celebrate here on the ship, and who approved of this anyways? They had a war to fight there was no time to stop and have a party, but the young padawan wasn't going to argue with her master, or the other few masters who for some ungodly reason agreed to it, she wondered if the rest of the 501st was attending the party that was supposed to be held in the palace or something like that. She messed with her food, it was bland and looked like it always did, plain, she sighed and looked at her datapad going over some minor details of the debriefing, and the last few orders she was given, and she nearly spat water in shock, she wasn't just attending whatever Padme had in store for her guests, she was protecting the woman while her master investigates.

Investigates? Investigates what? What the hell is going on back there? She asked herself as she took one of the napkins she had brought and cleaned up the mess she had made, she was glad no one was in the mess at the moment.

"You alright kid?" Rex asked, he stood to the side of the table, not really out of her line of sight, but still a bit off.

Ahsoka jumped nearly falling out of the bench, but Rex was quick and had firm hands on her back and arm. Ahsoka glared at him.

"Don't do that Rex, you scared me," she huffed. She was pushed back in her seat and she watched Rex suspiciously as he sat down next to her.

He smiled shaking his head. "I'll try and remember that," he joked, but he saw that Ahsoka was dead serious, had he really freaked her out that much? He looked down at the datapad in her lap and looked up at her with and eyebrow raised.

"It's nothing, just some stuff here and there, seems I'm going to be busy this holiday," she said, back to her normal joking self, waving the datapad in her hand. "You might be going with skyguy on his little investigation, don't need help looking after his precious senator," she joked.

Rex let out a soft chuckle and held his hand out for the datapad; Ahsoka looked at his hand, then him, and then pulled the datapad to her chest, and stuck her tongue out.

"I don't see why you need it if I already told you what's going on," she argued.

"Maybe I just want to see for myself," he replied.

She looked hurt, "you don't trust my words Rexy?" she asked pulling out the puppy dog eyes, and the pouty lips.

He stared at her a smile threatening to form on his serious face; if he did smile he would lose. In the time he had spent with Ahsoka, he knew all her games, and how to cheer her up, he even knew when she stared one of those random games, the ones where she wins no matter what, because she doesn't bother to tell anyone else that they were playing, but not this time, oh no, Rex found out her little game and was planning to win, he held his hand out again demanding the datapad that was pressed firmly to her chest.

"Nope."

"I can take it by force you know, I am stronger and bigger then you are, and might ever be," he smiled.

"Mean, you don't know I might grow up and become taller then you," she closed her eyes and turned her noes up, but opened one eye to peak at Rex.

He looked like he was taking her words into consideration, and then quickly scanned the area, no one in site; he lunged at her, his hands on either side of her ribs, his fingers moved swiftly as he tickled her, she bit her lip trying not to laugh but she noticed that the more she tried not to, the more he tickled her. Finally she let out a burst of laughter and giggles, and let the datapad fall from where she was holding it. Gasping for air, Rex had stopped tickling her, a satisfied smirk on his tanned face as he picked up the datapad and began reading it. Ahsoka got up and stomped her feet, she had never lost a game before, she tried not to laugh, but it was really funny. Rex looked up from the datapad, he stared at Ahsoka for a while, then turned his back to her, she made a sound that sounded like a mix between a huff and a groan, she had seated herself next to him, and peered over his shoulder, he turned again so that his back was facing her, he was trying to keep himself from laughing.

"You better not be writing anything in there," she warned.

"and what would you do if I am, if you can't tickle me back, cause I'm not ticklish, and I'm wearing armor," he smiled victoriously.

There was a long pause and then Rex started feeling something pound his back, it didn't hurt, in fact it felt really good, he arched his back, so that Ahsoka could get to the other areas of his back, parts that were tense from battle, and stressing over the girl. He allowed a small moan to slip past his lips as she continued to beat his back.

She rolled her eyes at Rex and stopped, he looked back, with that question in his chocolate eyes, asking why she had stopped.

"Believe it or not Rex, but that hurts my hands, if you want more you're going to have to remove that armor of yours," she said poking his back.

"Not going to happen kid," he replied instantly.

"Fine, I thought I could work out all those knots in your back and neck, but I see you don't want that," she said then got up from the bench and started walking over to the door.

Rex blinked, he wondered if she meant those words, or if it was just part of her little game, he thought about it for a while, left alone in the mess hall, his finger absently tapping the datapad in his hands.

"This better not be a trick," he said, but no one was there to hear his mumbling.