Forgotten Emotions- A Star Wars Story (Part 2)

Chapter 13: Dance

"Oh, can you help me? I have my nuptial skirt. It is the right occasion," Ahsoka hinted.

"Of course. Let me go grab it," Lana hurried out of the room. Ahsoka pulled the screen out, straightening it up.

"Here we are," Lana gently pushed Ahsoka behind the screen and out the other side a moment later in the top and skirt.

"You have got to teach me how you do that," Ahsoka said.

"It is not hard. You must know the clothing's weak points and then just go from there." Lana smiled.

"I was going to wait until the reception, but here!" Ahsoka handed her a chip. "It's a ticket to Ryloth...so you can go see your family."

"Thank you, Ahsoka! Thank you!" Lana shouted, hugging her tightly. Ahsoka briefly returned the hug and they joined the family.

"Is there a party going on out here?" Ahsoka asked.

"Why not?" Anakin asked.

"Then, let's clear the furniture out of here. It's ruining the dance floor," she chuckled, taking Caleb's arm. She yanked him to his room, tossing him an outfit.

"What the kriff?" he asked as she closed the door behind her.

"You better have your undergarments on," she said. "I know how to put this on, unless you want Lana to help you," she tilted her head.

"You're perfect," he blushed. She nodded, turning around. Caleb completed the twirl, having her face him.

"Here, let me help you," she carefully buttoned his top, giving him the bottoms.

"This is a dress," he said.

"Hang on, there's leg clasps." She ducked down, buckling the clasps. Caleb blushed awkwardly, feeling her brush against his legs.

"Love you," he said weakly.

"I know," she said, popping back up. Silent tears streamed down her face.

"What's wrong?" he asked, rubbing his thumb over his cheek.

"You're just missing the headdress and face markings but...you look just like my father," she sobbed quietly. "I wish they were here..."

"They're with you. They always will be," he placed his hand over her heart.

"I love you, Caleb," she whispered, kissing him dearly. He held her close, rubbing her back slowly.

"They're waiting on us," Caleb said, breaking away.

"Yeah. Let me go get my music player," she said, nuzzling him. "Do you want a robe or something? For dramatic effect?"

"Sure," he smirked. Ahsoka tossed him his robe and slipped into hers. "How exactly are we going to do this?" he called after her.

"Let the music take you over! It feels good, and you'll dance to the beat better," she said.

"Okay," he called.

"They're ready," Ahsoka said, popping back in.

"Then let's give them a show to remember."

"You read my mind, love," Ahsoka smiled. "Hunter, now," she whispered. Smoke poured throughout the ship.

"Dramatic entrance much?"

"Anakin's rubbing off on me," she giggled, pulling him out into the common room.

The smoke cleared and Ahsoka flipped her robe off, starting the music. She danced a small solo, ending with a gesture to Caleb. He started his solo, ending with a gesture to Ahsoka. They moved in harmony, on beat with the foreign music. Everyone watched in amazement as Ahsoka and Caleb danced together.