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Ahsoka was by the door already, but Padmé managed to stop her. She grabbed her arms and forced her to go into the living room.

"Leave me alone!" Ahsoka cried.

"Honey, we need to talk about this," Padmé said.

"No, we don't! Please, senator Amidala. Don't tell anyone!"

"Ahsoka, it hurts me that you can think I would ever betray your trust like that. My dear, you're obviously very confused and I'm here for you. Come on, we will talk this through. You're not leaving this place until you feel better. Come, Ahsoka. Please."

Ahsoka looked up and faced her.

Padmé never lost that comforting smile.

Ahsoka nodded and decided to follow her.

"And please, for the million time, call me Padmé."

"Don't turn on the lights," Ahsoka pleaded.

"All right, honey. Whatever you want."

They were in Padmé's spacious living room, sitting in the couch in which Padmé had been kissing her husband, earlier.

There was a great distance between the two women, Padmé could tell Ahsoka was very much embarrassed.

"I'm not in love with you!" Ahsoka cried.

Padmé laughed. "I didn't think you were," she said.

"I don't know why I kissed you."

"I am not asking for a reason."

"Well, I am. Why do you think I did it?"

"Ahsoka, as we get older, it's very normal to have these… urges. Desire. Lust. There's nothing to be ashamed about it."

"Then why am I so ashamed?"

"Because you're inexperienced, honey. Everyone goes through this, you know."

"Really? So it's not just me?"

"Of course not! Tell me, do you often feel like kissing—women?"

"Oh, that's the worst of it! It's… both men and women!"

Ahsoka buried her face in her hands.

"Okay," Padmé accepted. "That's okay. Is it anyone in particular? Is it—everyone you see?"

"No! Of course not."

"Okay, okay. Sorry! Go on."

Ahsoka took a deep breath.

"Sometimes, well it's usually with young men. To be honest, you're the only women I've ever… you know. It took me by surprise as much as you."

"Alright. Any guy in particular?"

"Yes. There's been a few guys I've met throughout the years. Some guy's I've liked. But lately, well it's been sort of intense. When it's more than just liking a guy. More than being attracted to someone. It's a desire of being with him more, and of being liked by him, and of… I don't know. I've often wondered what it would be like to kiss him. But because nothing can happen between us, I—I sometimes just… flirt with other guys. And I like when I get their attention. When I can tell that they like me, but I never have the courage to do anything. And I end up feeling frustrated."

Ahsoka laid herself on the couch and covered her eyes with her hands.

"What's wrong with me!" she cried.

"Nothing, honey." Padmé said. "You're just getting older. It's perfectly normal."

"Is it?"

"Yes."

"Did you ever feel like that? Like, desperate to touch a man?"

Padmé laughed quietly, and she put a hand on her chest, feeling her own heartbeat. Going through a lot of memories.

"Yes. And it is a feeling as wonderful as it is painful."

"How do you get rid of it?"

Again, Padmé laughed.

"You have to experience, honey. There's no other way, I think. Try go after that guy! Follow your heart!"

Ahsoka rolled her eyes.

"I tell you, I'm not in love. I just know it."

"Okay, Ahsoka. But you do like him? Maybe he likes you, too."

"You know, there is an age difference between us."

"Really? How big?"

"Like five years..."

Padmé felt offended somewhat.

"Hey, that's barely an age difference!"

"You think he would think that?"

"You don't lose anything by asking."

"It's Anakin," Ahsoka cried, and she felt a million pounds lighter afterwards.

Padmé's mouth dropped against her will.

As much as she wanted to be supportive and help Ahsoka, she couldn't help the first feeling that came to her, that of jealousy. Then, when she took it all in, she understood Ahsoka. Padmé herself often had crushes for her teachers when she was younger. It's a fantasy hard to resist. And well, Anakin is so young and beautiful. Could she even blame Ahsoka? No. She understood it was just a teenage girl crush. It would come to pass. Of course, she had already regretted her initial advice. Anakin should never know of Ahsoka's feelings.

"Well," at last Padmé found her voice. "That kind of changes things…"

"Yes."

"But, you know Ahsoka. Anakin isn't the only guy in the world. And you can release all your impulses on someone else…"

"Like who? Who would keep a secret affair with a Jedi?"

I know I would, Padmé thought.

"I just can't help it," Ahsoka said. "When I see him in action, oh he's so brave! So powerful! So unafraid! And he cares for me, he always takes such good care of me. Not like I wish, but he does. And from some time I noticed… I noticed his beautiful smile. His broad shoulders, so muscular, so damn strong… oh he makes me so hot!"

Padmé also laid herself on the couch.

She closed her eyes and imagined Anakin was there with her. She thought of all the things Ahsoka had said, and she thought she was damn right.

If only you knew! She thought. He's more than beauty. He's a caring and passionate lover. If only you knew Ahsoka… what it's like to be kissed by his soft lips, to be touched by his strong, big hands...

Oh Anakin!

How could a woman not fall in love with him?

Padmé couldn't blame Ahsoka at all.

If as a teenager Padmé developed crushes for some simple guys, politicians and royals, how could she ask for an eighteen year old to not be captivated and seduced by a Jedi Knight? By Anakin Skywalker!

"I understand you," Padmé said.

"I know you do," Ahsoka responded.

For a second, Padmé felt worried.

"Of course, because I was once a teenager…"Padmé quickly pointed out.

"Should I say anything to him?" Ahsoka asked.

"No!" Padmé cried.

"So? What do you recommend?"

Padmé got up, she took Ahsoka's hands in her own, and she stroke her cheek, saying:

"We girls, Ahsoka… well. Sometime we—we help each other out."

"How?"

"Like I did before. To avoid getting hurt by boys, or be embarrassed by showing our lack of experience and maturity…"

Ahsoka was still laying down on the couch, and she saw, Padmé's face approaching.

Padmé's lips were on Ahsoka's one cheek, then on the other, alternately on and on, moisten her skin. Ahsoka felt a warm feeling run slowly through her. Then fast.

"Do you want me to kiss you?" Padmé whispered at her ear.

"Y-yes!" Ahsoka exclaimed. "Yes, Padmé. Kiss me!"

She did so.

It wasn't a kiss like the one they had before.

Padmé was well experienced.

She softly laid her lips on Ahsoka's, then she said, "Open your mouth honey,"

Ahsoka did it.

"Use your tongue," Padmé instructed her. "Lick my tongue with yours, Ahsoka."

She did so.

Ahsoka had never felt so good before. Yet never worse.

She just felt the urge for more, accumulating within her, while not getting full satisfaction. Yet she feared to ask for more.

"Hmm," Ahsoka moaned happily and quietly.

"How do you feel?" Padmé asked in a vibrant whisper.

"Strange… stranger than ever… but so good!"

"Is it enough?"

"I—I don't know…"

Padmé had only intended for a little kissing, she never would've expected Ahsoka's hands rubbing her back and then touching her thighs. But she let her.

Let her release all her basic instincts, she thought, she's waited long enough.

Ahsoka was quickly getting better at kissing, Padmé felt, and definitely more desperate in her embraces; Padmé had only intended to liberate the young girl, to help her discover new feelings and emotions and experience… but the senator found a lot of new things about herself, too.

Padmé had only kissed a girl once before, and it was during a game at a sleep over, one of the few instances in her life when she could behave like a normal teenager, and not a responsible politician. She barely felt anything then; she only discovered true desire after falling for the Jedi Anakin Skywalker. Of course, she had a few boyfriends before him, though no one had made her feel like Anakin managed. But now… the wild kisses that that teen girl gave and demanded from her, set Padmé's loins on fire.

She was definitely past just helping a friend out, she was enjoying her like she enjoyed her husband.

She moved on top of her and saw the mixture of confusion, fear, lust and longing on Ahsoka's young face.

Padmé's luscious lips then moved towards Ahsoka's neck, and there they stayed for little. After removing her own shirt, she removed Ahsoka's and licked her lovely breasts. Ahsoka couldn't help the cries of joy that came to her lips.

"Go on!" Ahsoka cried.

"You kiss me…now" Padmé half asked half ordered.

Ahsoka froze for a second. She looked at Padmé, at her entire figure, and she placed herself now on top of her. Padmé had on a pretty purple bra, Ahsoka had never seen one on another girl, she just tried to remove it but her hands didn't know how. Padmé helped her and removed it herself. Ahsoka put both hands on her, slowly and almost lovingly—then, she put her lips on Padmé's body. She made a good run from her belly button, to her breasts, neck, cheeks, finally landing on Padmé's pink lips. Then she stopped.

Padmé opened the eyes that till then had been closed in pure pleasure, and she set them on Ahsoka, with a look that seemed to say, "What's wrong? Why do you stop?"

Padmé turned her face slightly and she saw, standing by the door of the living room, her bewildered husband.

A/N: To quote George Lucas, "I might have gone too far in a few places."