A World Rocked:

The bunk in Anakin's cabin wasn't particularly large – his feet nearly hung off the end, in fact – but it was big enough to snuggle two people into if they were so inclined. And Ahsoka was certainly inclined.

Since she didn't seem like she was going to let him go anytime soon, Anakin sat down on the edge of the bed with the girl still attached to his front like a hot monkey, expecting to stay there for a while as they explored kissing or something. (It's certainly how things would have played out if this were Padmè)

But the second his ass touched the mattress, Ahsoka used his momentum to push him onto his back. He stared up at her in surprise as she sat straddling his hips with her hands on his shoulders and grinned at him ferally, showing off her sharp little canines. "You're mine now, Skyguy. I did say once that you'd be stuck with me. I wasn't kidding."

"Apparently not." He tried to smile as if he wasn't completely disturbed, but he doubted that he succeeded. "Are you saying you always knew this would happen?"

She shrugged and leaned down as she buried her hands in his hair to hold him still and started nibbling on his neck. "Perhaps," she trilled in a gloating tone, meaning yes. "Thought we'd get through the war first, at least though." Then she bit him. Hard. Sinking her teeth into his neck and sending a jolt of electric pleasure/pain through him. Kark!

"Argh! What the kriff was that for?!" he asked even as she was licking the blood off the wound and his body was stringing itself tight with desire at a relatively violent act he never would have thought sexy in the slightest before this.

With one more purring lick, Ahsoka rose up a bit and somehow both smiled wickedly down at him while also glaring daggers – another frightening look, to say the least. "That's a normal mating mark for my kind, but aside from that, it was payback for locking me in the medbay. I had to crawl out through the vents, you nerf."

Anakin couldn't decide if he should be aroused or petrified. He'd always been the dominant partner with Padmè, so he had no idea how this was going to work. It was clear enough that Ahsoka was going to be in charge of their endeavours for the time being, though. Might as well just go with it, I guess.

"If you don't want me to discipline you more," Ahsoka said with a spark in her eyes that said her teasing might also be entirely serious.

He wasn't surprised she'd read his thoughts so easily. It seemed he was incapable of putting up a shield between them anymore. Like the mating bond thing that was getting stronger by the minute didn't want him to. "Preferably not," he said, and then when her expression fell, he amended it to, "At least not that hard."

Ahsoka beamed at him and leaned down to kiss the corner of his mouth. "Right answer, Skyguy." Then she kissed him properly, her mouth pressing and moving against his in a clearly uneducated way that was still arousing in its innocent naivety.

Unable to help himself, Anakin reached up and cupped her face on either side of her lekku and took control of the kiss, teaching her how to make it perfect. Her lush lips felt amazing against his – like they were meant to connect like this - and the flavour he found in the depths of her sweet mouth sent his head spinning with ever ramping desire.

As always, his Padawan was a fast learner, and within a few minutes she was somehow in control again and delving her tongue into his mouth as her hands fisted in his hair and a rumble of purrs emerged from her throat.

Those purrs were giving him very explicit ideas.

As their kiss went on and on as if breathing were optional – apparently it was, because he was existing just fine without it – Ahsoka started to rock her center against the already aching length in his trousers, driving him even further towards blissful insanity.

She moaned into the kiss and then pulled back with a gasp, eyes practically black and very wide as she looked down at him. "Force, I need you in me now."

"Now?" Without any prep? "Are you sure?"

"Now," she growled, backing off of him and standing as she started pulling clothes off with Force speed. "Strip," she warned next. "Or I'll rip it all off."

Anakin stripped.

Not that ripping didn't sound hot as hell, but he didn't have an extra set of clothes on the Twilight right now and he had no desire for Obi-Wan to see him in rags whenever he decided to come rescue them.

When he pulled his undertunic over his head, her lightsabres fell out and the orange-skinned girl now wearing only her underwear pounced on them with a happy growl, shooting him a look of disgust that needed no words. But she said them anyway. "You just had to take them, didn't you?"

Anakin shrugged and tried to look apologetic. "It seemed like a good idea at the time."

She hissed at him while hugging the weapons to her chest for a moment before dropping them down on to her battle outfit.

"I would have given them back!" he said defensively while pulling off his boots. As soon as you were yourself again, anyway.

He kept forgetting that she had a direct line to his thoughts now, because she shot him another disgusted look as the rest of her garments were whisked off her body.

Anakin froze in the act of pushing his trousers down his hips, gawking at the now naked girl as if he'd never seen a female before in his life.

It certainly felt like he hadn't.

Padmè was beautiful. More than beautiful, really. Angelic perfection. But Ahsoka was like a wild and exotic tooka hybrid. Her slender figure flowed with subtle muscles that made his mouth water. And she was naturally decorated in white nexu stripes, lightning bolts, and diamonds in the most intriguing places that he wanted to lick so much it felt like a compulsion. All of her marks had been strategically covered by her clothes except for the ones on her face, leaving him in shock at how much he didn't know about the girl.

Aside from that, her figure was also more womanly than he expected it to be. Somewhere along the way, she'd grown up on him while he was still thinking of her as the scrawny little fourteen year old who'd first showed up on Christophsis. Her breasts were decidedly more full and rounded than he'd bothered to notice before, looking all perfect and perky as they stared him in the face from his seated position. The diamonds surrounding her burgundy nipples called to him like a siren.

Her waist and hip area weren't all that far behind either, dipping and rounding out in the most delicious way, with more perfectly placed markings to draw the eye and invite his touch.

"By all the Stars, Snips, you're gorgeous," he breathed in awe.

The girl preened, running her hands down her body enticingly. "You like?"

"Force, yes!" He moved to grab her by the hips and pull her into him so he could kiss her, but she put up a hand to stop him, making him freeze again. "What?"

"Trousers," she said with a smirk, flicking her eyes downwards pointedly and then staying there.

Feeling more stupid and hornier than he had in years, Anakin shed the last barriers between himself and her curious gaze.

She gasped in the most satisfying, ego-stoking way. Stars, that's going to feel amazing, she thought to herself, but he heard her anyway.

By the way she'd kissed at first, Anakin had assumed that she was also inexperienced in other ways. But she didn't feel afraid to him at all. She was downright eager, in fact. This time, as he reached for her, she let him, and even stepped forward into the space between his legs and rested her hands on his shoulders. "Ahsoka, I have to ask for the sake of… things. Have you done this before?"

She flushed a little, everything from her montrals to her chest darkening, as she shook her head and met his eyes shyly. "Not with another person, anyway. I have toys, though. I'd go insane without them, drugs or no."

That… that somehow just sent his arousal up ten more degrees. The image of this beautiful girl bringing herself to pleasure was almost enough to short-circuit his brain completely. But there was one more thing that needed to be said before he let this continue and the wild part started.

"That's good," he said huskily. "I'd never want to hurt you."

"You couldn't," she said cheekily as she climbed into his lap. "The males of my species have penises that come with barbs and can be even bigger. Your Human cock looks a great deal more appealing, in my opinion." She finished the last by whispering it in his ear and rubbing her soaked and very hot core directly against his straining length.

Anakin nearly died, he swore. "Okay," he gulped. "Glad we got that settled."

Ahsoka just purred and pushed his shoulders down to the bed again. Anakin had to grab her hips again in a near death grip to stop her from impaling herself on him then and there. This earned him a cross look, of course. "Now what?" she growled.

Sending her the most apologetic feelings he could down their bond, both for stopping her and for what he was about to reveal, he said, "There's just one more thing you should know before we do this."

Her ire faded as curiosity took over. It didn't stop her from running her blunt nails over his shoulders and up into his hair, or her hips from subtly rubbing against him in his hold, though. "What's that?"

His hands flexed on her before he forced them to relax while he grimaced and then blurted out, "I'm already married."

Ahsoka laughing was the last reaction he expected to get.

"Why…"

"I know," she interrupted before he could fully ask why she didn't look or feel upset.

"What?"

"I know, silly," she grinned at him, leaning down and popping a quick kiss to the bottom lip of his gaping mouth as her hands went back to his shoulders. "I've been able to sense and smell your mating bond with Padmè since the beginning."

That's kind of scary, actually.

Are there others who can do the same?

Kark.

Human senses are so underpowered.

"And this doesn't bother you?"

Ahsoka hummed out a, "No," as she took advantage of his distraction to rise up and then somehow unerringly lower her warm sheath right over his length until she was fully settled on his hips again.

Anakin stopped breathing as his mind went blank and the only sensation in his entire body was the feel of her tight furnace engulfing his most sensitive skin. It was nearly unbearable, but at the same time, he didn't want to move ever again. Eventually, he remembered how to breathe, how to loosen the bruising grip of his hands, and how to open his eyes.

He found Ahsoka looking completely blissed out as she rocked ever so slightly on his length, her fingers now digging into his pectorals. She looked so beautiful, his chest hurt with it. But… Even though he hated to interrupt her, now that the initial shock of joining with her was over, he still had a burning question in his mind. "Why?"

She either didn't hear him while lost in her own little world, or she didn't care enough to respond. And that last wasn't something that he could accept, not if this was going to work in the long-term. He moved his hands up to her face and cupped it again until she finally opened her eyes and looked at him with a burning gaze that made his heart jump and his cock do the same in its wonderful confines. "Why?" he asked again. It came out a little choked off, but he managed.

Her head tilted slightly and her hips moved more enthusiastically as she kneaded his chest like the tooka she resembled. "Why what?"

"Why doesn't it bother you?"

His gorgeous little Togruta laughed softly. "Oh, that. Because it's not uncommon for a Togruta to have two heartmates at once so why shouldn't other species?"

It was a good question. And one he had no answer for. "I don't know. Tradition, I guess?"

"Stupid traditions," she mumbled as she bent to his neck again and suckled on the bite wound she'd already given him. Electricity shot through him again, making him groan with the pleasure, and he suddenly understood what the bite did. He had no doubt that he'd stay hard for her for two days straight as long as she kept inspiring him like that.

When she was satisfied that he'd moaned and squirmed enough, and his hands had fallen to the bedding to clench so he didn't hurt her (stupid mech hand), Ahsoka sat up again and caressed his face with gentle fingers until he opened his eyes again and looked at her. "What?" he asked, certain that it was her turn to tell him something.

He was right.

The smile she flashed him was tentative but determined. "You should probably know that I have a second heartmate too."

Somehow, he wasn't surprised about that at all. Ahsoka was one of the most loving, affectionate, and caring people he'd ever met, so there was no reason why she wouldn't have room in her heart for two lifemates. And he was also fairly certain he knew who it was. The way the two of them cared for and protected each other above and beyond the normal had made him suspect that she was going to jump the other man as soon as she could get away with it for a long time. He was kind of surprised she hadn't already as far as he knew. "Rex?"

Ahsoka beamed at him like he was brilliant, and he felt like it in that moment. "Yes. I hope you don't mind sharing me."

"Whatever makes you happy, Snips," he said, only wanting one of the very few people he cared deeply for to be as content with their life as possible. And curious about something else he'd heard could make a Togruta happy, he reached up to caress his left hand down her silky yet currently nearly ridged lek where it dangled above him.

Her eyes closed for a second as she gasped and her core clenched around his length in the most mind-blowing way. Anakin froze with his fingers on the blue tip of her lek until she opened her eyes and demanded, "That does! Do that again!"

He was more than willing to. And again and again, even raising his other hand to join in the fun on her other lek at the same time.

Ahsoka screamed out her first climax less than a minute later, drenching him in her slick juices. Anakin, pushed past the edge of endurance from the sweet torture of her channel, came only seconds later as she fluttered around him, soaking them even further.

When she finished shuddering above him, Ahsoka opened her eyes and leaned down to kiss him like her life depended on it. He returned the kiss as her hips started moving on him again and he never had a chance to go soft before desire was roaring through him again. There was something in the sweet nectar to be found in her mouth that he decided must be an aphrodisiac. Whether she give it to him through the wound on his neck or via kisses, he honestly didn't care. But he also had to wonder what that pheromone would do to him if she ever stopped riding him and sucked him off instead.

He found out some bliss-filled time later after they'd explored every possible position two humanoids could pull off in a bed without ever really disengaging. It was like his cock was permanently affixed in her pussy, and he karking loved it.

And he was right about the purrs in her throat being exactly what a man needed to come like he'd never come before in his life; like his head was going to blow right off. (Either of them.) He loved that too.

He also loved spending as much time as he wanted just licking and kissing her hairless, silken, delicious body from head to toe once she was sated enough to let him, and then he revved her back up again by turning his attention to the center of everything between her legs with his mouth and left hand as his gloved right hand caressed her perfect breasts into hard little peaks. Just like he usually did with Padme, Anakin left his glove on because he didn't want the cold metal to accidentally pinch or mar her skin.

She loved all that so much that he ended up making her scream his name with his mouth on her clit four times in a row before she pushed him over and rode his oversensitive but still very happy cock yet again.

She also really loved shower sex, and wall sex, and chair sex, and counter sex as they fed each other bites of the best ration bars the Republic could buy. (Meaning they tasted like chalk, but their hungry stomachs didn't care.) In short, there wasn't a single thing in his repertoire that they didn't try and that she didn't love. Ahsoka was up for anything he thought of, and she had some ideas of her own that made him blink in surprise before his pheromone driven erection said, 'Yes please!'

Turns out she could make him come by very carefully biting every sensitive part on his body without ever touching his cock. She still managed to catch most of his seed in her mouth, though, because she'd been nibbling on his inner thigh at the time. And then she licked up what she'd missed, making him practically swoon with adoration.

And then she sent him into orbit by offering to try giving him a lekku job despite not having done anything like it before and wasn't likely to be able to do it for long until she built up more strength in her headtails. The three minutes she did manage to wrap her breast-length lekku around his cock and balls without using her hands to help hold them there was still enough to make him shoot like a rocket yet again.

And she swallowed that too.

As much as it hurt to admit it, he'd never had this much fun with Padmè. Ahsoka was more flexible and had a much higher level of endurance than his wife did, which he'd always had to be careful about. It felt like his Snips matched him in every way, and that wasn't something he wanted to admit to himself, but he was forced to after the first day.

Also by the end of the first day, Anakin sent love down their bond that he finally admitted wasn't of the more generic variety, but the actual true love kind. It was a big step for him to admit it to Ahsoka, and she knew it, pausing in the soft caresses of his hair as they took a short break and smiling so sweetly at him before she kissed him with her own love flooding their bond in return. They didn't say anything out loud, but they didn't need to. In that moment, their mating was sealed for life.

By about halfway through day two, Ahsoka's skin finally felt like a more normal temperature to him and the crazy pheromones had worn off. But they somehow still had the energy and the need to connect one more time. So Anakin wrapped his arms around her as they kissed and rocked together sweetly until one last toe curling and heartwarming climax made their bond and the Force glow again, more beautiful and fulfilling than ever.

Then they passed out with Ahsoka draped over his body like a warm blanket and his left hand stroking her back lek as she purred them to sleep. Anakin had never been more content and sated in his life. (He'd add tired, but that wasn't true after some of the weeks-long campaigns they'd endured.)

When he woke up, nothing had changed except that Ahsoka wasn't purring anymore, a blanket was now covering them, and there was a copper headed Jedi Master staring down at them with an epic frown on his face that was twitching at the corner from the resigned amusement he was pretending he wasn't feeling.

"Hello, Master," Anakin said as if it was just a normal day.

"Master?" Ahsoka mumbled as she rubbed her cheek against him, making an effort at waking as well.

"Yeah, Snips. Fun's over."

Ahsoka gasped and would have leapt off of him if he didn't tighten his arms on her to preserve their modesty.

"Yes, the fun is most certainly over," Obi-Wan said gravely. "Both of you, get dressed and go see Kix. You both look like death warmed over. Did you even remember to hydrate and eat in all this time?"

"Yes!" Anakin said defensively. Then had to amend it to, "Sometimes."

"Padawans," Obi-Wan sighed, shaking his head.

Ahsoka giggled, making Anakin smile down at her stupidly.

Their good mood evaporated as Obi-Wan threw proverbial ice water on it with, "And did either of you even think about contraceptives?"

Oh shit.

Oh shit was right, Anakin found out a short time later in the Resolute's large medbay. Ahsoka was pregnant. Which really shouldn't have come as any surprise, since that's what the primal purpose of mating heat was. But the two young Jedi still stared at each other with wide, panicked eyes for a long time, not even noticing when Kix and Obi-Wan quietly left them alone to process.

"Anakin, what are we going to do?" Ahsoka whispered from her seated position on the cot, eyes welling with tears.

He didn't honestly know, but getting rid of the baby wasn't even an option as far as he was concerned. Sitting on the cot beside her, he pulled her into his lap sideways and she immediately wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his shoulder as she cried silently. Hugging her as tight as he dared, he ran a soothing hand down her back lek the way she liked and kissed the side of her montral. His own eyes stung, but he was ignoring that. "Shhhhhhhh," he whispered. "Everything will work out. I love you, Snips."

D346/20 BBY, Coruscant

I love you, Snips...

Anakin woke with a silent gasp, early morning light streaming through the large window. He lay frozen in bed staring up at the ceiling with blank eyes as his dream replayed in his mind in flash-forward. But it didn't need to. He knew he'd never forget a second of it.

He then thought of how Ahsoka had looked when he saw her on Obi-Wan's Venator yesterday, so grown up and beautiful. How he'd felt to see her again after so long apart, like a huge piece of his soul had finally come back. And now, with this dream added on top, he understood something that had been living in the furthest corner of his mind for years.

I love Ahsoka. I truly love Ahsoka. As in... In love with Ahsoka. She means just as much to me as Padmè does.

His heart both broke and healed at the same time as he understood that this was going to change everything. But he knew now that his soul, his very life, would never be complete unless Ahsoka was in it as well.

Shuddering out the breath he'd been holding, Anakin rolled over to look at his sleeping wife, so radiantly beautiful in the morning light. Her face was turned towards him and a hand rested on the rounded curve of her stomach where his children lay within. Their Force signatures were nestled like two brilliant beacons of light from the center of her own glow. Stars… My little stars. And my angel. How can I hurt them?

His breath caught on a silent sob. I can't.

But I need Ahsoka too.

I don't know what to do.

A tear escaped as he reached over and put his left hand on top of hers, hanging on to all three of his perfect family at once. Padmè woke up at the touch, her eyes opening as she automatically smiled at him with her glorious love radiating into the Force and down their bond for him to feel. "Morning, Angel," he whispered through a throat that felt like it had swallowed a ball of cotton laced with nails.

Padmè blinked at him, her expression turning to one of concern. She pulled her hand out from under his and reached up to touch his face, tracing the tear track down his cheek. "Ani, what's wrong?"

Another sob caught in his throat, and he had to work to swallow it down. Lacing his fingers through hers, he held onto her like a lifeline. "Padmè, we have to talk..."

Meanwhile on Mandalore…

Ahsoka woke up with a loud gasp, the tip of one montral almost taking out Rex's eye as she moved suddenly from their post-coital cuddle.

Rex, ever the soldier, woke up instantly as well, his hard naked body tense under hers as he grabbed her waist so she didn't fall off from her suddenly precarious perch. "What's wrong? You sense something?" he asked gruffly, eyes glancing over her face before scanning the bedroom that Bo-Katan had given them to use in her clan's massive Sundari apartment building.

Ahsoka shook her head, her eyes huge and almost wild as she stared at her new mate. "No. Not wrong exactly."

Rex relaxed. Slightly. "Then what?"

The girl cupped her beloved's stubble covered face – it had been a long day and night battling Maul's Mandalorian Minions (a name that had made even the reserved Ursa Wren laugh when Ahsoka had first said it months ago) and he hadn't had time to shave yet – looking at him with serious eyes. "There's something I need to tell you about Togrutas."

Sensing that this wasn't going to be good news, Rex's dark gold eyes shuttered as he hid his thoughts from her, but his hands cupped hers gently and he gave her an encouraging smile as he said, "What's that?"

She grimaced at the pain she knew she was about to deliver to the man who meant more to her than anything or anyone in the galaxy. "Yesterday... You mentioned that you believed Togrutas mate only once and for life. The second part is true, but the first... I should have corrected you then, but I didn't want to give you a good argument as to why we shouldn't be together."

Rex scowled, but it was more playful than anything. "I suppose I can forgive you for the omission. I can't imagine not having you in my arms anymore. I think it would break me."

Ahsoka hugged her sweet man as tightly as she could, pressing her cheek to his. "Same, Rex. Same. But..." She paused to gather up more courage, her eyes squeezed shut tightly, then whispered, "The thing we don't usually make public is that it's actually quite common for us to have more than one heartmate at the same time. And... I do."

"Oh."

She was right. The pain that leaked past his shields made her want to cry. "The thing is, I never planned to claim him unless he initiated the bond first."

Rex made her look at him, the mix of broken and hopeful look in his eyes was breaking her heart. "That's... good?"

"Yes. And no." Leaving Anakin behind after she'd left the Order had certainly made the pain of thinking that she'd never be able to claim her heartmate somewhat more bearable. She'd never expected to find another one who'd been practically right under her nose the whole time nearly a year later. She didn't bother to explain that, though. Rex was more than smart enough to figure that out on his own once he knew more. "The thing is, he just did. In a dream. But it's very real."

"Ahso'ika…" He closed the small distance between them and kissed her forehead gently. "Whatever you need, baby. I'll always be here for you."

She pressed a lingering kiss to his determinedly upward curving lips before gazing into his beautiful eyes again. "Thank you, Rexi. I love you. Forever and ever."

"And I you," he husked back, stroking her lekku with his thumbs. His mouth quirked up into a genuine smile on one side. "Sooooooo, do I want to know who I'm sharing you with?"

Ahsoka gave him back a weird grimace of a smile. "You kinda already do. At least, you used to."

Rex stared at her for a few second as the wheels turned in his mind, and then he gasped. "Shabla haran! Not Anakin!"

Ahsoka laughed once, more a choke than anything. "Yes, Anakin."

"But he's married to Senator Amidala!"

She sighed as she thunked her forehead down against his chest. "I know."

A/N: For the beginning of Ahsoka's relationship with Rex, read 'Old Friends, Reunited and Lost Again'. After this point, the stories won't be connected beyond the canon events that have already taken place (Battle of Coruscant and the initial Siege of Mandalore), but I imagine the Rexsoka relationship being exactly the same in both up to this point in the timeline.