"Gee, Master, this ship sure is hot, isn't it?" remarked the sixteen year old Ahsoka. "I mean, I'm practically sweating! It's a good thing that I wear so little clothing; otherwise, I bet I would smell like a decaying Gungan."
Anakin didn't bother glancing up from the latest battle report that he was supposedly reading, but actually was just serving to hiding a love letter from Padme. "It is a bit stuffy in here," he said absentmindedly. "Why don't you open a window?"
Ahsoka sighed and shook her head. "Come on Master!" she cried playfully. "Don't tell me you forgot we were in space!" She crossed the room and sat beside him on the large couch he was on.
She rested her head on his shoulder. "Soo, what are you reading?"
Anakin quickly shuffled the papers, so that the letter was towards the bottom. "Oh, just battle reports. What are you doing?"
His padawan appeared not to have heard him. "I do believe that it's gotten hotter in here! You don't mind if I turn down the lights, do you?" Without waiting for an answer, she waved a hand, and the lights lowered. "Didn't help much," she murmured. "You know, I think I feel a disturbance in the Force…" She reached out over his shoulder, as if to grab on to the disturbance, then stopped and let her right arm fall across Anakin's shoulder. "Guess it was nothing," she said brightly.
Ahsoka shifted her body so that she was now facing Anakin. "Master," she began, staring at him with a strange look in her eyes. "You look really good in this light."
Anakin glanced at her, slightly uncomfortable. "Um, thanks." He had no idea whether or not to return the compliment, so he just remained silent.
His Padawan persisted. "I mean it. In the dim light you look really… pulchritudinous."
Wondering how Ahsoka had learned such a word, Anakin offered her a weak smile. "Thanks, Padawan. You look… nice too, I guess."
Ahsoka laughed an annoyingly preppy laugh. "Thanks, Master. Although, I'm sure I don't look as good as you do tonight…" She raised her left hand and started running a finger along her Master's cheekbone.
Anakin, who had been so busy wondering how she knew that it was night, didn't notice the hand, at first. Then he became aware of it. Reaching up, he gently lowered the hand. Unfortunately, his stubbornness had rubbed off on his Padawan, and she tried again. "Padawan, what are you playing at- Oh." He stared at the Togruta in wonder.
"Ahsoka," he tried to keep his tone as gentle as possible, just in case he was interpreting her actions wrong –he never was that good at deciphering the behavior of women, "Are you hitting on me?"
Ahsoka smiled coyly. "What do you think, Master?"
"Please tell me you are kidding." His Padawan's sly smile was enough of an answer for Anakin.
"Kiss me sweet Master," whispered Ahsoka, an excited fire in her blue-green eyes. "Kiss me!"
"Oh… Oh Force no!" yelled Anakin, leaping up from the couch, and making no attempt to hide his emotions. "This is not going to work. First of all, I have absolutely no romantic interest in you. Second of all, we are two different species. Third, we're Jedi, although that really doesn't matter that much because no one pays attention to that part of the Code. And finally, I'm married- oh, son of a Sith!" Anakin wasn't sure how far Ahsoka had wanted to go, but he was fairly certain that this was a bit further than she had planned. "This is not going to end well, is it?"