Ahsoka returned to her quarters quickly, in fact she had been in such a fast pace it was somewhat startling when she saw her door. She raised her hand and felt a familiar presence, hovering her hand over the lock pad she waited for him to speak.

"Why didn't you go to my quarters...or," Anakin paused sensing a shift in her emotions, "why didn't you stay," he whispered.

His face broke and Ahsoka turned to look at him, her eyes pierced with the same feelings as he. He motioned her towards his arms and she slowly punched in her code, the doors slide open and she backed into her room. Anakin quickly dashed forward and caught the doors before they closed.

They now stood in a quiet and very dark room, their eyes slowly adjusting to the din. Her chest rose quickly and he could be felt slowly moving forward. Each step he took she would take one backwards. Her back hit the wall and he stood with each hand planked on the wall. His eyes searching her for answers he knew as well as she what it would take to make this work. The order didn't matter anymore, he was ready but he needed her answer.

"Would you join me?"

"I don't know yet-."

"Yes you do," he whispered cutting her off, "You've thought about it before."

"I don't think we could do it," her lips pursed before she spoke, "we can't produce heirs to our kingdom. Why would you risk a life for a barren succession?"

"Because," his voice grew small and he lifted his hand placing it to her cheek, "I'd be with you, without restriction."

"Without guilt?" she whispered.

"Without rules," his small smile crept out, "You know how I feel about rules."

"How would we do this?"

"Planning, but for tonight there is nothing more that can be done."

Anakin placed his lips softly upon Ashoka's, her body ached as his hands slowly followed her muscles down her arms. His fingers interlocking with hers, she clawed back and pushed her mouth harder on his. In this one moment there was bliss and maturity; Anakin could do nothing but crush Ahsoka against him. It was all or nothing, maybe it was their youth but he felt more powerful than ever and a darkness swept into his eyes maybe never to leave again.

"Anakin," Ahsoka whispered pulling her mouth from his, her eyes looked heavy.

"Yes," He breathed, his breath was hot and intoxicating.

She ran her fingers through his hair and looked up into his blue gaze soft and hard at the same time.

Cocking her head slightly to the side she let a supple smile spread across her face. Allowing her head fall against his chest she took in his scent audibly and his arms only gripped her tighter. They both knew the severity of their situation, the events that would come.

A time for those of a lesser mind would run from their thoughts, slowly it felt as if they were combining and perhaps a hidden truth in their romance emerged. That truth had reached an autumn's grace. Growth might be halted or it might be in need of rest; for Ahsoka she felt this spark had reached its ember.

There was a change in the energy of the room; a stillness grew between the two. Ahsoka stood there in his arms motionless then she felt his hands slowly leave her and fall to his sides. His voice may have cracked if he was to speak but he didn't, he half turned from her, hoping and wishing for her to stop him.

A long pause held his balance, and it was at a kilter towards her and the door. Waiting felt like an eternity and his muscles began to scream. Finally he completely turned from her and took a step for the exit. A hand he welcomed latched his tunic hard and pulled him back.

Sparks reignited and he felt her sweetness against his mouth trickling inwards as their tongues met and crashed. His hand found the bottom of her neck and pulled at the zipper there. Her clothes came off so quickly he threw off his to catch up. The break in their lust was met again with the same full force, his back convex in shape to meet Ahsoka's plump lips. Her hands were no less greedy and grabbed at him.

His gasp broke their lips again as she latched her hands around his member. Forcing her body to arch and meet his form, she trailed her kisses down his neck and sucked the warm skin that lay there. Anakin laid his hands against her back and head holding her against him, she smelt so good and he only filled his mouth and nose with it. He missed her, even though she was with him now he still missed her, he truly loved her more than he had anyone before. She was the only one who knew him, and understood him.

Too be continued...

A/N: I know know, HOW DARE YOU END IT THERE. Believe me I'm continuing this scene, have some ideas and notes scribbled down in my brain. Oh and hey, I'm not dead. I'm just *audible sigh* so freaking busy, more so than usual, who knew deferring from school to go to another one would be soo much freaking work. Right now I'm studying to become an animator for 3D or maybe someone in rigging or perhaps texture and lighting? Oooorrrr even concept art? Who knew I could draw(ish)? Well check me out on Deviantart .com or if the link doesn't work here is one with spaces you'll have to remove emmyohemmy. Deviantart. Com. You can find out what I look like (shriek!)

On another note, I'm so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so

SORRY! Especially to Blackrose, who is always sending me a message to remind me about this story, I definitely don't want to let it die, and I will try to get back into it more. I miss writing.

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