Between Two Worlds-Luxsoka

the vote

Padmé had a guess on what happened last night—as Ahsoka never came back to the apartment.

Smiling to herself, she couldn't help but think that the two were like her and Ani in a way.

Shortly before nine, Ani came by the apartment to ask how his Snips was doing.

"Well," Padmé began, "I haven't seen her since last night."

"You were supposed to be watching her," Anakin said gruffly.

"I couldn't really stop her. She found out Bonteri was here and well. . . ."

"Whoa whoa whoa, wait." Anakin pinched the bridge of his nose. "I thought they were over?"

"Ahsoka claimed that their fight was partially her fault, so she went to apologize. And well, I haven't seen her since."

Anakin slouched down on the couch and sighed, fearing the worst. "So you're telling me, Snips stayed overnight in a boy's room?" Anger floored through the Jedi Knight. "I told her she was too young!"

"Anakin, they've slept in the same bed before. . . ."

"But I told her not to! I dont want to be a grampa yet!"

"Ani!" Padmé snapped. "Stop getting so upset. I don't think they did anything. Ahsoka doesn't seem like that type of girl."

"I'm gonna kill him! I'll kill that son of a bitch!" Anakin yelled bitterly. He created a fist and slammed it into the plush of the sofa. "I'll KILL HIM!"

"This isn't necessary, Ani," she countered, sitting next to him, placing a palm on his chest.

"She's too young! Did she tell you about the hickeys? If he can give her hickeys then he can give her D."

"Anakin that kind of talk is inappropriate." Padmé slapped his tricep. "She's getting older now. And like it or hate it, she's falling in love."

"But she's my little baby!"

"Anakin, hunny, just let them be teenagers. Don't worry, I'll talk to her about it. I'm afraid if you do, it's not going to go well."

"Alright, fine," Anakin said, grabbing his wife closer to him. "But the only ones allowed for babies are us."

And the two shared a sweet kiss.

Ahsoka felt the smoothness of both her legs together. Smiling, Ahsoka gave light pecks on the senator's forehead, urging him awake.

"Mmmm," mumbled Lux, smiling at the touch. "What time is it?"

"Just after eight-thirty." Ahsoka played with the brown curly hair of the senator.

Rolling from his stomach to his back, Lux groaned. It was too early to be awake. Seeing Lux's exposed belly, she traced the lines of his defined muscles. He was strong, easily could hold his own.

"Hey, what do you have to do today? The vote isn't until later tonight, so I have some time to kill."

"I'm not sure." Ahsoka sprawled herself over the senator's chest, playing with the stubble on his chin.  "I do want to get back to Padmé's before she suspects anything. Or before Anakin comes 'round."

Ahsoka knew Anakin wouldn't let her hear the end of it if he'd found out. "I don't want Anakin to kill you, because I'm sure he will."

"Ah whatever. I don't care who knows as long as I can spend the day in here. With you," he said, gesturing to the bed.

Things had gotten too heated the prior night. And both of them knew it. They were so close to taking it one step too far, but conscience got in the way; leaving the pair half-naked.