"Lock the door," Ahsoka throws over her shoulder, undressing as she makes her way to the bunk, letting everything fall to the floor and listening to Anakin do the same.
She pushes him to sit on the mattress with his back against the wall and climbs onto his lap with her back against his chest, and, tugging at the glove he's still wearing, Ahsoka orders, "This too. Off, now."
"So pushy," Anakin teases, but he knows exactly what to do, exactly what she's asking for, so he takes off the glove and offers her his mechnohand — the hand he spins his saber with just how she likes — and lets her do with it whatever she wants.
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"Lock the door," Ahsoka throws over her shoulder, undressing as she makes her way to the bunk, letting everything fall to the floor and listening to Anakin do the same.
She pushes him to sit on the mattress with his back against the wall and climbs onto his lap with her back against his chest, and, tugging at the glove he's still wearing, Ahsoka orders, "This too. Off, now."
"So pushy," Anakin teases, but he knows exactly what to do, exactly what she's asking for, so he takes off the glove and offers her his mechnohand — the hand he spins his saber with just how she likes — and lets her do with it whatever she wants.