Ahsoka awoke the next morning still naked under her master's arm, his hand lightly fondling her small, supple breasts. Anakin himself seemed calm and collected, his attention focused on a nearby window through which the morning sun shone brightly.
He seemed to Ahsoka to exude an air of power, his sunlit features so dignified and rugged that she couldn't help but stare in awe and be silently grateful for having been granted the honor - nay privilege - of training under such a distinguished Jedi knight.
As she smiled contently to herself, Ahsoka suddenly noticed the numbers on her nearby chronometer blinking rapidly. Upon closer inspection, her eyes widened in a panic.
"Oh no!" she cried.
"What is it, Snips?" said Anakin, startled.
"Master!" exclaimed Ahsoka. "We were supposed to rendezvous with Master Obi-Wan at Sector Command almost two hours ago!"
Her master's expression quickly returned to that of calm and serenity. "Actually, Snips, I told Master Obi-Wan to delay our meeting until 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 brothels just as Ahsoka was now bound to him, perhaps for life. But then... 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.