When I get to the door, it's already open and Anakin is standing outside looking lost. I came up next to him.
"Ahsoka!" Relief crept into his voice. "I've been looking for you."
He blushed slightly, and ran his fingers through his hair. I couldn't help but think he looked sexy when he was embarrassed. I mentally slapped myself. Hardly the time, Ahsoka.
"Yes, after our argument…" He scrunched his face, like it pained him to even think about it. "I thought you may have run off. I sent Obi Wan thinking he could find you, but he never came back. I was starting to get worried."
Obi Wan… no wonder. Master Kenobi, you little sneak, I thought to myself.
Anakin took up an intense fascination with his feet.
When he looked back up at me, his blue eyes dark with an underlying sadness, seemed to look right through me; to somewhere only he can see, or understand. The thought disturbed me.
"You should come with me." He gestured to the door behind him. "I need to talk to you."
"Ok." I nodded and followed him in. He took a deep breath.
"Ahsoka… I am so sorry. I failed you as a Master. I should never be thinking of you in such a way, and it's shameful that I do. I… now that it's out, I don't know… I don't know if I'm going to be able to restrain my feelings for you… I promise you, I will do everything in my power to… to keep, this under control but… But it's getting increasingly hard. I don't know how much longer I can keep on this way." He turned to me, almost pleadingly.
"I hope you can somehow find it in your heart to forgive me for my betrayal of your trust…" He looked pained. I just wanted, more than anything, to put him off this misery he was suffering.
"Master, its ok… I…"
"No, it's not ok Ahsoka, it's not. And it never will be ok again." He turned from me, but not before I saw tears in his eyes. My heart hurt for poor Anakin.
"You… I could have never had a better Padawan, but… I think… I think it would be best if you weren't around me anymore. Anyone would be a better teacher for you than I've ever been anyways." He shook his head sadly. "It is for the best."
My heart sank. Fear gripped my soul. Losing Anakin… no. I can't.
"Master! You can't do this!"
"I have to." He said reassuringly. To me, or to himself, I'm not sure.
"If I can't control myself… I'm afraid."
"Of what? I'm not leaving you. I just can't do that." I said determined.
"Ahsoka." He sighed tiredly. I could tell I was trying his patience. Well good.
"Anakin." I huffed.
He threw his hands up. "Can't you see I'm trying to do what's best for you? Why are you being so difficult? I don't know why you are arguing about this, other than you love to contradict me. I thought you would be relieved."
"But Master, I love you too." Even as the words slipped out I knew they were true. I did love Anakin.
He didn't even blink.
"Please don't make this harder on me than it already is."
He didn't believe me. I took a step towards him.
"Really I do, I love you."
He winced. "Don't say such things if you don't mean them."
He started to leave, but I grabbed his arm.
"Anakin Skywalker, I love you more than life itself." I said, more serious than I'd ever been about anything in my life, because I knew with all my heart what I was saying was the truth.
Anakin scanned my face hopefully.
"You… you really mean that?" He asked hesitantly.
"With all my soul." I answered him.
He still didn't seem so sure.
"I love you too, but are you sure about how you feel. I don't want you to feel like you were pressured into a relationship or regret this."
"I would never regret falling in love with you." I replied sincerely.
He gave a small smile. I leaned over and kissed him lightly. When I pulled away, he was shocked.
He put his fingers on his lips."Why would you do that?"
I giggled, lacing my fingers through his other hand. "Is it so hard to understand why a girl kisses her boyfriend?" He smiled wide at the word, boyfriend.
"No I guess not." He wrapped his strong arm around my waist, pulling me to his chest.
As we kissed again, I thought: I could get used to this.
So how about that. Sorry if I made them a little out of character towards the end.