POV: Anakin Skywalker

Gasping, panting, begging. Darkness and pleasure. Sadness. Anger. Frustration. A voice in the back of my head telling whispering words I don't want to hear, but I know are absolutely correct. This is wrong. Oh, so very wrong.

"Ahsoka, wait," I said finally, breaking the kiss. This wasn't right. How did I let myself fall prey to my feelings? The better question was, how did my feelings destroy my better judgment? Anything I did to Ahsoka would be considered illegal. I could be proclaimed a pedophile if things didn't go as swimmingly as I was hoping they would. My lips seared as fire remained after the kiss. I stared into her fiery eyes and she looked confused.

"What is it?" she breathed heavily. Her hands moved all over my chest and I shuddered pleasurably. My mind nearly shut down, which almost led me into succumbing to my emotions. I bit my lip. I couldn't control the way my body was acting and I knew she was very aware of the effect she had on me. "Anakin?"

I pushed myself off of her and forced myself into a sitting position. I groaned and got up from the bed, only to have her arms wrap around my waist. "Ahsoka, let go," I whispered halfheartedly. I didn't have it in me to shut her out. I felt guilty for harboring such a tremendous amount of love for her as it was. I didn't want to hurt her feelings.

"Talk to me." She was pleading with me and she actually crawled off of the bed to come stand before me. Her eyes were my weakness and I tried my hardest not to look into them for fear that I would fall. I would be disappointed in myself for being so weak. Obi-Wan would be disappointed in me for defiling the innocence of my Padawan and for disobeying one of the most important rules of the Order. A master is not to love their apprentice.

"I can't–" Her hand was clamped over my mouth in an instant. I stood still, trying to avoid her eyes with so much more focus. She tilted my face so that I was forced to look at her and I frowned once her hand removed itself from my lips.

"I know you're scared," she whispered, nodding quietly. "I am, too, but we can do this, my love." My love. This was wrong. I should not be in love with my Padawan. It shouldn't matter how in love I may be with her; I should be able to do the right thing. The right thing was not to follow my heart. I should leave her as is and leave our relationship in its current state. Advancing any further would only prove to be detrimental for us both. I would lose my position as a Jedi Master and Jedi General and I would more than likely end up in a Galactic Prison cell. Ahsoka, however, would probably be allowed to stay because I'm older than her and male. I would likely be the one forcing her into such a situation.

She was rubbing my chest in such a way that I couldn't resist. It had been so long since I'd felt this much love pent up inside and for me. I could sense her love as I could see the light shining through my window when I would wake up in the morning. Well, if you discount the fact that I wake up before the sun even rises. "Please," I whispered to her, staring at her desperately. I wanted to do this, but I knew I shouldn't. I knew which boundaries I would cross. I knew I would hurt her; I would hurt our relationship. She is my Padawan. I can't justify these thoughts. They're wrong. I shouldn't want to do such…promiscuous things to a child. I suppose it wouldn't be promiscuous though. It's been a while for me and I would be willing to make– No! Damn it, Skywalker! "Anakin, you're getting paler every moment," she said, concerned. I could feel the heat rising in my face, the sweat dripping from my roots. My heart was pounding, my temples were throbbing. My groin was throbbing painfully.

I did the one thing I knew how to do when I needed to avoid something.

I shrugged and stretched my arms, yawning. "It's getting late," I said convincingly. I brushed past her, biting my lip. Please, oh please, believe my lie. I loosened the ties on my sleep pants subtly and crawled onto the bed, immediately getting beneath the blanket. I stared at the open space I left on the bed and my heart pounded harder, faster. If I didn't want to do this to her, why was I allowing her to sleep alongside me?

Needless to say, she crawled into bed with me. She gave me a soft, concerned smile and I could only return the softness. I didn't know what to do and being this close to her made me nervous. I highly doubted that she would ever get me into trouble. She…could be of age for sex between us to be consensual, but I didn't want to risk it should that not be the case. "Will you tell me what's wrong tomorrow?" she whispered. I nodded slowly and she curled up against me, pressing her face into the crook of my neck.

She sighed contentedly before closing her eyes and slowly drifting off into her dreamland. I, however, was not given the luxury of sleep that easily or quickly. I was going to suffer for the next several hours and it was my own fault. If I wasn't such a bastard, I wouldn't be in this situation. I have always been selfish when it came to things I wanted or my emotions. I couldn't do this to Ahsoka. She didn't deserve my selfishness and I sure as hell did not deserve the love she willingly gave me.

•◊•

"Senator, I have done everything I'm able to. Your men have inadequate training and so they are incapable of–"

He held his hand up and I immediately silenced myself despite the voice in my head screaming for me to rip the bastard's head off. He'd woken me within an hour of getting to sleep and immediately wanted me on duty. It was fortunate that I was able to untangle myself from Ahsoka's limbs. He lowered his hand to clasp the other behind his back. He slowly turned to face me rather than stare out of his estate's window. "Master Skywalker," he said in that tone that told me I was in deep shit, "are you telling me that a general such as yourself cannot train a guard?"

"That's not what I'm–"

"These men are the best we have to offer, Master Skywalker. Surely they have some skill that you can manipulate. Surely you are a capable teacher." I remained silent. Of course I was a capable teacher. I had a Padawan and I trained my battalion myself. Sure, I could easily have them sent elsewhere to train, but I preferred to do it myself. I liked the connection I had with my men as I did the connection while I trained with Ahsoka.

"I can try to break their habitual rounds, but it will–"

His eyebrow rose and he blurted, "Habitual rounds? Are you telling me that the routine my men have been set into since before me is unfavorable? Has anyone died as a result of this routine?"

"If you would be so kind as to stop fucking interrupting me," I growled, "perhaps I would be able to share my insight with you." I was getting closer and closer to the point of no return. If he interrupted me one more time, I'm not sure that there would be anything capable of stopping me from plunging my azure blade through his puny chest. He stood straighter, giving me a look of defiance. Fuck. Now I totally understood how Obi-Wan always felt when I looked at him this way.

How bitterly ironic it was to finally be in his position. "You may continue uninterrupted, Master Skywalker," he said, using one hand to gesture for me to go on.

I nodded slowly and drew closer, touching the holoprojector so that the building's map appeared. I pointed towards two opposite entranceways as well as the balconies on the upper levels. "Your men are stationed here for a majority of the day and that is fine. The issue is at night, however." I glanced up at him and he was intently staring at the map before us. "They are most vulnerable during the night because their position on the balcony or outside of the entrances puts them at a disadvantage in regards to seeing the enemy before they can even get a shot off."

"How do you mean?"

"Two of your men were stationed in these balconies the other night. Both were shot dead and no one around them even saw their attacker or attackers. The rifle was silent, which I find impossible to believe, but anything could happen." He nodded thoughtfully and I felt warmth beginning to pool in my chest. I straightened up and turned towards the doorway to see Ahsoka step over the threshold with a tentative smile.

"Ahsoka," Bonteri breathed behind me, immediately shattering all of the pleasant warmth I felt. I was so tired of him trying to seclude her and seduce her. He may not understand the nature of our…relationship, but I am still her Jedi Master.

"Good morning," she whispered, giving me a shy smile. My heart fluttered and I couldn't resist returning that smile.

"Good morning, Padawan," I said firmly. She came closer and it took everything in me to stop myself from leaning closer to her to peck her lips. I would have given anything to do just that this morning. "Senator Bonteri and I were discussing the positional issue of his guard."

She nodded and slipped closer to me. "Anything I can do to help out, Master?"

"I could have you–"

"My lady," Bonteri said reverently, bowing slightly to her, "will you join me in the dining hall for a delightful breakfast?" I froze and tensed. That fucker. Ahsoka smiled weakly at him before looking up at me. I rolled my eyes and turned away from them both. I wasn't in the mood to deal with this right now and I needed to begin distancing myself from Ahsoka if I wanted to successfully sever the bond we were forming so easily.

"Only if my Master can join us," she said hurriedly. "He needs breakfast if he's to work at his best throughout the day." I could feel Lux's disdain at that compromise, but it made me smile. I heard Lux murmur a 'fine' and he took the lead, leading us towards his dining hall that we were growing more and more accustomed to as the days wore on.

We each took our seats as we have been each time we entered this very room, but something… There was something different in the atmosphere today; it was a tangible change and I wasn't sure where exactly it came from. I lifted my eyes from the hardwood table to meet Lux's lustful eyes as they stared at my lover. My upper lip curled slightly into a silent snarl. How dare he? "If my Padawan is going to be an issue with your focus, I'm sure I can find an alternative to resolve the situation," I hissed.

"That won't be necessary," he said with a dreamy, disgusting smile. "I would very much like Padawan Tano to accompany me to…investigate the deaths you've allowed to happen on your watch, Master Skywalker." Ahsoka gaped at him before turning to me.

"Oh-ho," I said darkly, laughing. "That's it, you little bastard!" I snarled. Before I could get myself under control, chairs from the enter table were crashing into walls, shattering under my immense power. Hell, his own chair flew back and smashed into pieces. He was sprawled out on the floor and crawling away from me fearfully. "Not so big and bad now, are you?"

"Anakin!"

I ground my teeth together. He would not look at my Ahsoka with such hungry eyes ever again.

That was when the entire dining room table took a leap towards the ceiling and crumbled down into several hundred bits of duracrete. As that was happening, I felt a sharp pain in my neck and my eyes rolled back as my vision darkened.

•◊•

I woke up to find myself restrained. My eyes refused to open due to the brightness around me, but I knew I was on some kind of table. My ankles and wrists were bound by none other than Force-restraints. I could hear Bonteri mewling somewhere in the room and I smiled internally. If I was to be put on restrictions, at least I had the satisfaction of making the little prick cry.

"Oh, Anakin..." she whispered through our bond. "You have just gotten us into so much trouble with the Council and with Lux…"