POV: Ahsoka Tano

Anakin and I were sitting on a smaller ship. It was something that we'd had lying around the Resolute. He didn't want anything identifiable coming down with us.

"Anakin, how long is it until we get down there?"

"A bit excited, are we?" he asked, spinning his chair to look back at me. He shook his head, smiling. "We've got about three minutes until landing. We're going into Mos Eisley again."

"Isn't someone going to know that we're Jedi?"

"Snips, you worry too much. I've got everything except your outfit. I'm going to have my lightsaber and a blaster, so you'll be protected regardless."

"Can you actually use a blaster?"

He smirked and raised his left eyebrow. "Yes. I can shoot a blaster, Ahsoka. I'm not giving you one though. I'm going to keep your lightsaber with me until we absolutely need it."

I sighed and pulled my knees up to my chest, resting my head on them. "What's wrong?"

I shrugged, not knowing entirely what to say. I was more afraid of him losing his life than anything. Someone might be able to identify him. "Nothing, Master."

"Master?" he asked. I could hear the pain in his voice.

I lifted my head and frowned. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I'm going to have to call you Master down there anyway."

"When we're alone I'm not your Master."

I pushed myself off of the cool floor and walked over to him. I put my hands on his shoulders, slowly rubbing them. "I know that. I'm sorry."

"Okay, we're here," he whispered. I looked out of the viewscreen to see the spaceport. People were all over the place.

He spun the chair and pulled me into his lap. "Just stay with me."

I nodded. His face drew closer to mine and I felt his lips trailing along my jaw line. I closed my eyes and moaned.

He chuckled and lifted me into his arms. "I've got some robes for us in the back. I also found some chains on this ship, so that was a bonus."

We walked into the storage area and he pulled out the robes, wrapping mine around me. He lifted the hood over my montrals and smiled weakly at me. "I'm going to have to put the chains on you so it looks convincing."

I shrugged and held my hands out towards him. He hesitantly lifted the chains from the floor and shackled my wrists. I watched as he picked up a collar from the closet. "You can still –"

"It's too late for me to change my mind now, Anakin. Just do it so we can get Master Kenobi back, okay?"

He nodded and swallowed slowly. He put the collar around my neck, locking it in place. He attached the longer chain to it and tightened it.

I pressed my hand against his stomach when his fingers hesitantly tightened around the end. "It's for the mission," I whispered, smiling up at him. "Just keep in mind that no matter what you do to me, I'll still love you."

He let go of the chain and walked into the back of the storage room to pull out some make-up things. He started rubbing darker colors over my face and montrals, trailing down my lekku. "I can fix up the rest of you when we come back to the ship. You're going to be in the robe until we get to Jabba's palace, so…"

"I don't have a problem with exposing my skin, Anakin."

"Clearly," he laughed, smirking.

Once he was through with fixing up my face and headtails, he grabbed the end of the chain and tugged on it. I gasped a little and his eyes widened. "I'm fine, Anakin."

"Is it too tight?" he asked, dropping the chain to rest his hands on the collar.

I shook my head. "No, it's not that. Just loosen up a little, okay? I know you're upset with the whole ordeal, but don't take it out on the chain because you'll hurt me."

"Okay, I'll relax a little. I'm sorry, love." His flesh fingers trailed across my cheek. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too."

He draped his robe around himself, lifting the hood.

He used the Force to lift the chain into his hand again. "I'll be gentle," he laughed. This time, I anticipated when he was going to start moving, so I walked with him.

We walked through Mos Eisley. The only thing that separated us was the chain; otherwise I'd be walking alongside him. He kept me behind him to display his dominance over me.

I could feel his tension and nervousness. "Relax," I whispered into his thoughts.

"I just don't like this."

"I know, but it'll work out."

"I hope you're right."

He led me into a shop and I saw all the fabrics that the people of Tatooine wore. He led me over to a section that would cover a small amount of my skin. "Does any of this look all right? I want you to choose what you wear."

I glanced through the rack. He shifted through it, watching my eyes. He wanted to make it look like he was the one picking out the outfit since this was a mute conversation to those around us. "That one," I thought to him.

He pointed at a golden bra with silver living and a small golden bikini bottom with a silver cloth coming down the center. "This?"

"Yep."

"Ahsoka, are you trying to impress me or are you trying to get into character?"

"If I said I was trying to impress you, would it be working?"

He smirked and pulled the outfit from the rack. "It's definitely working."

He tugged loosely on the chain and led me to the man owning the shop. "Is that everythin', mister?"

"Yes," Anakin responded, his voice sounding deeper.

The man was checking me out while acting like he was making sure Anakin had given him the correct amount of credits. "Ya here for the trade today?" he asked Anakin.

"Possibly."

"How much are ya sellin' this beauty for?"

"I didn't say I was giving this one away." He leaned onto the counter. "This one is my personal slave. The others are back on my ship."

The man winked at Anakin. "Ya made a good choice in a personal girl."

Anakin nodded. "I know." He took the outfit from the man and we left.

"Personal slave?" I laughed into his head as we walked back to the ship.

"Drop it now."

I rolled my eyes as we walked up the ramp.

He unlocked the shackles and collar. "Go get dressed. I'll, uh… go do something else."

"You don't want to watch?" I teased.

He seemed a bit flustered. "I'll just wait for you in the cockpit…"

He walked into the cockpit and I entered the storage room. I wondered what was up with him. I stripped out of my Jedi garments and attempted to figure out how to dress myself in my new outfit.

Everything slipped on pretty nicely. I fixed the bra and the cloth hanging down from the bikini and walked out.

I slowly crossed the cool floor and tapped his shoulder. He turned and couldn't help but stare at my body. "Damn…"

"Is everything on right?"

He nodded, biting his lip. I stroked his cheek and pulled him up. "Okay, fix up the rest of my skin."

He grabbed the make-up kit and began to darken specific areas. I could see that he was enjoying himself as he touched my bare skin.

He leaned forward and kissed my neck, nibbling gently. "I might reconsider what I said to you," he whispered, breathing slowly.

"What's that?"

"I might be willing to make love to you again."

"Because of the outfit?" I laughed. He began to suck on my neck, pressing his tongue against the skin. "Hey, don't get too carried away. We've still got a mission to do."

"I'm making you look like my personal slave," he whispered. "It'll take a little bit of time."

He bit my neck and I squeaked a bit. He chuckled and pulled back. I moved my head, silently telling him to do the same to the other side of my neck. He quickly obliged and repeated the same actions on this side.

"All right," he whispered, pulling away. "I need to get changed really quick and then we'll head out."

"What are you dressing up in?"

"You'll see," he said, smiling as he tapped my nose.

He walked into the storage room and emerged about a minute later. He wore worn out boots, black trousers with a chain down the side and across his waist, and a tight red tunic that showed off his muscles. He had his blue overskirt on over his trousers and his gloves were the same.

He stepped forward and came towards me. "Anakin Sexywalker," I whispered, kissing his jaw.

He smirked and stroked my rear lek. "Love you."

"I love you, too."

He handed me the make-up kit. "Can you make another scar over my left eye and across my left cheek?"

"Sure thing."

I used the small make-up brush to draw two skinny, red lines over his left eyebrow and below his eye. I did the same thing across his cheek. "Anything else?"

"Nah, unless you want some scars?"

"Do you think I need some?"

He shrugged. "That's your choice."

"Give me one beside my mouth."

He took the kit and got a lighter color to trace over the edge of my mouth. He put the kit down and stepped back to inspect me. "You look good…" he trailed off. "In a slave kind of way."

"And you look good, too…" I laughed. "In a jerk-like kind of way."

He rolled his eyes and levitated the chains and collar back into his hands. I took the collar and put it around my neck while he shackled my wrists. He made sure everything looked fine before leading me out of the ship again.

He walked me all the way to Jabba's palace. We were questioned by a guard. "What business do you have here?"

"I'm here to make a deal with a bounty hunter. I brought my slave as a gift."

The guard inspected me and I could see the drool beginning to form around his lips. "Who is she a gift for?"

"That's my business."

The guard nodded and led us further into the palace. "I can sense Obi-Wan."

"Me, too."

"Does the girl speak basic?"

"She's fluent in Togruti and basic. I taught her basic myself."

The guard nodded. "How often does she speak?"

"Only when directly spoken to."

He pointed towards a large doorway. "Jabba is in there. You can head in there and see if your bounty hunter is there."

Anakin nodded and tugged on the chain. I grunted, almost tripping forward as he continued to walk. "Master?" I whispered.

The guard glanced at him curiously as he spun around. "You don't speak until I say so!" he shouted at me. "How dare you insult me in Jabba's palace, slave."

"I – I'm sorry, M – Master…"

"Don't hate me for this," he whispered into my head quickly. He spoke aloud, "I said you don't speak unless given permission!" He raised his mechanical hand and slapped me across the face.

I whimpered and fell to the floor, holding the side he'd hit. "I'm so sorry," he kept repeating into my head. I could hear the pain in his mental voice.

He pulled me up violently and tugged me against his side. I still had my hands against my face and he glanced at me sorrowfully. "I didn't mean to hurt you like that. How bad is it?"

Tears slid down my cheeks. "I'm fine," I thought back to him.

He draped his arm over my shoulders and rubbed my left shoulder gently. I felt his worried eyes on me, but I couldn't exactly react to the hit the way I might've if I'd known he was going to do that. My left cheek was stinging and throbbing.

We entered Jabba's main hall and took a seat in the back. He gently tugged on the chain and forced me onto his lap.

Anakin's flesh hand rubbed my cheek, causing more pain. "I'm so sorry." He let me nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck. He rubbed my side slowly.

I felt his jaw quiver and I pulled back to look up at him. His eyes were closed and I could tell that he was on the verge of tears. "You're going to mess up the make-up if you cry," I whispered to him.

He opened his eyes and smiled weakly at me. "I am sorry," he whispered aloud.

"I know, Skyguy. I forgive you."

"You're amazing," he chuckled.

Jabba began to speak and Anakin glanced up, listening intently.