Anakin and Ahsoka stared at each other in silence. Ahsoka jumped upwards and gave him a long, long kiss. Anakin stroked her head tails, causing her to moan in content. He pulled her close to him and whispered, "I love you."

Ahsoka's eyes started to water.

"What's wrong?" Anakin asked, concerned.

"Nothing, it's just this is what I've wanted for so long."

Anakin scooped her up, and Ahsoka now was cradled in his muscular arms. She giggled in the motion. She wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling. Anakin smiled, and Ahsoka's heart raced. Anakin carried her back to his quarters and sat down on his couch, not minding Ahsoka on his lap. Anakin showed a devilish grin as he slowly removed Ahsoka's boots. He stroked her leg and unbuckled her belt. She looked at him and leaned in for another kiss. But this time, she didn't kiss his lips, but his ear, twirling it with her tongue. Anakin took her hand, stroking it against his cheek and kissed it. She pulled away and rested her forehead on his. Anakin took off Ahsoka's belt and removed her gray leggings. She giggled as the thin fabric brushed against her bare legs.

"My turn." She said, smiling. She took off Anakin's shirt and stroked his bare chest. She rested her head on his chest, relaxed by the constant heartbeat. By then, she was only in her undergarments. Anakin reached towards her back and stroked her spine and then framed her face with his hands and kissed her. They remained kissing for a while, stroking each other. Laughing and loving. Ahsoka ungloved Anakin's hands, wanting to feel their skin on hers. Her flesh hand intertwined with his mechanical one.

Anakin looked at her through his deep blue eyes and their eyes locked. Anakin had never admitted to himself how beautiful his young apprentice was. As the years had passed, they had grown closer, but never this close. Then, at that moment he realized how perfect they were for each other. They would bring out the best and worst of each other, but still they maintained their love-hate relation. The moment Ahsoka said those three words, that hate disappeared, leaving only love, which consumed them both.

"Is this what it feels like?" Ahsoka asked.


"To be in love."

Anakin smiled as he said, "Yes."

Ahsoka's hand gently traced over Anakin's scar, looking at his perfect imperfections.

"I love you," She said.

In response, Anakin pushed his lips against hers, falling headfirst on top of Ahsoka's body. Ahsoka giggled and squirmed playfully.

Anakin looked at her and said, "You ready?"

"For what, I might ask?"

"I think you know."

Ahsoka's turquoise eyes widened.