Anakin Skywalker and Ashoka Tano's Secret Love Affair

Chapter One: The Secret Beginning

The moonlight bathed the Jedi Temple in a soft, ethereal glow, casting long, angular shadows across the marble floors. The stillness of the night was broken only by the distant hum of lightsabers sparring in the training rooms and the quiet footsteps of Jedi Masters making their way through the halls, deep in their meditations. Yet, in the farthest corner of the Temple, beyond the prying eyes of the Council, two Jedi stood in a quiet, intimate space—each struggling with their own emotions.

Anakin Skywalker, the Chosen One, stood at the edge of the training room, leaning against a pillar, his gaze distant and unfocused. Despite being known across the galaxy for his unmatched skill with a lightsaber and his remarkable powers, none of that mattered at the moment. A tension hung in the air, a weight in his chest that he could no longer ignore. The war, his duties, and his place within the Order all felt distant now. But the emotion that troubled him most was something far more personal. It was something—someone—that had always been close to him, someone he hadn't been able to shake from his thoughts: Ahsoka Tano.

She had been his Padawan, but over the years, their bond had evolved into something deeper, something far more complex. Ahsoka was no longer the young Jedi he had trained; she was a warrior in her own right—strong, independent, and undeniably beautiful in ways that Anakin hadn't fully recognized until recently. Her orange skin, the distinctive markings on her face, and her bright amber eyes had always held a kind of strength that left him transfixed. But it was more than just her physical appearance—it was the fire in her spirit, the way her confidence radiated from her every movement. Something about her drew him in, and for the first time, Anakin found it hard to look away.

Her eyes—those piercing amber eyes—always held an intensity that seemed to see through him, and tonight was no different. He couldn't help but notice how the soft moonlight reflected off the edges of her montrals, casting an almost mystical aura around her. For a brief moment, he forgot about everything—the war, his marriage to Padmé, and the Code that held them all captive. All that existed was Ahsoka, standing in front of him, her presence overwhelming him in ways he couldn't explain.

Anakin's thoughts wandered, his chest tight as he felt the pull of something deeper than friendship, something that had always been there, hidden just beneath the surface.

The sound of footsteps broke his reverie. He didn't need to look up to know who it was.

"Ahsoka," he murmured, turning just enough to see her approach.

Ahsoka Tano stepped into view, her amber eyes scanning his face, as though reading the emotions written there. Her movements were graceful, her lightsabers clipped to her belt, and her expression—usually so determined—was softened by a weary exhaustion from the war. Yet, in her eyes, Anakin saw something else—something deeper. Ahsoka was standing a little closer now, her vibrant orange skin glowing in the pale moonlight, and for a moment, Anakin was transfixed by her. The way her eyes met his with such focus—almost as if she could see the very core of his being—left him breathless.

"You're up late," she remarked, her voice laced with concern. "Can't sleep?"

Anakin turned to face her fully, his blue eyes locking with hers. The silence between them stretched, a weighty reminder of the bond they had shared through so many battles. He found himself lost in her gaze, unable to look away. Her eyes shimmered in the dim light, as bright and full of life as ever, but there was something else there now—something unspoken. His heart skipped a beat as the intensity of her stare seemed to reach deep inside him.

"I guess I've got a lot on my mind," he admitted quietly, though part of him wanted to say more. He wanted to confess everything—the turmoil, the guilt, the feelings he had been hiding for so long. But he couldn't bring himself to voice it. Not yet.

Ahsoka's gaze softened, and she took a small step toward him, her eyes not leaving his. "I've noticed. You've been different. More... distant," she said gently, her voice full of concern. "You don't have to carry everything on your own, Anakin. Not with me."

He swallowed, feeling the weight of her words. She had always been there for him, always seen through the walls he put up. It was one of the things that had drawn him to her, but it also made it impossible to hide from her now.

"It's nothing, Ahsoka," he said quickly, shaking his head as if to dismiss her concern. "Just the war. It's been... a lot. That's all."

Ahsoka stepped closer, narrowing her gaze slightly. "Don't lie to me," she said, her voice steady and firm. "You're not fooling anyone, least of all me. You've been carrying something heavy, and you're trying to hide it. I don't know what's going on, but you're not fooling me."

Anakin looked away, unable to meet her gaze. He had always tried to protect her from the mess of his emotions, especially when it came to his marriage. The last thing he wanted was for Ahsoka to know the secret that had been eating at him for years. His love for Padmé—his wife, whom he had sworn to protect and keep safe—was a secret he had managed to keep hidden from the Jedi Council, but he had never once considered that Ahsoka might already know.

Ahsoka took a step closer, her voice softening. "I'm not a little girl anymore, Anakin. I'm not your Padawan, and I don't need you to protect me. But I do need you to be honest with me."

Anakin's breath hitched. He hadn't meant for this to happen. He didn't know how to explain the situation without risking everything. His eyes flickered to hers, searching for some sign of judgment, but all he found was concern.

"Ahsoka, I—" he started, but the words caught in his throat. He had to tell her, but he wasn't ready to face the truth of what that might mean.

Ahsoka's voice broke the silence before he could speak. "I already know," she said quietly, the words like a shock through him.

Anakin froze. "What do you mean you know?"

Ahsoka took another step toward him, her amber eyes filled with something that was hard to place—compassion, maybe, but there was an undeniable sadness in them as well. "I know about Padmé," she said softly. "I've known for a while now."

Anakin's heart skipped a beat. He had never thought Ahsoka would figure it out. He had been careful, so careful. "How did you...?" he trailed off, unable to finish the question, the weight of his secret crashing down on him.

Ahsoka looked down for a moment, her fingers playing with the hem of her sleeve. When she spoke again, her voice was soft but full of understanding. "You're not as good at hiding things as you think, Anakin. I could see it in the way you act when you're around her. The way you look when you mention her name. The way you get this far-off look in your eyes when you're lost in your thoughts." She paused, her gaze meeting his. "I didn't want to believe it at first. I didn't want to think that my Master—the person I trust most—was keeping something like that from me. But I knew."

Anakin's heart raced. His world was unraveling in a way he had never imagined. "I never wanted to hurt you, Ahsoka," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I never wanted you to find out this way."

Ahsoka's expression softened. "I'm not angry, Anakin. I'm just... worried. I don't want you to get lost in this. You already have so much to carry. If you keep hiding this—if you keep keeping it all inside—it will break you. I don't want to see that happen."

Anakin's eyes filled with emotion. He had never been good at talking about his feelings, and this conversation felt like a storm he couldn't control. He had always thought of Ahsoka as more than just a Padawan, but hearing her say these words—hearing her speak with such understanding—struck a chord within him. She had always been his confidante in so many ways, and now, in a moment where everything could fall apart, she was the one person who knew the truth.

"I don't know what to do, Ahsoka," he said, his voice heavy with uncertainty. "I'm trapped. If I stay with Padmé, I risk everything. But if I let go of her, I lose everything that's kept me grounded. And I can't lose her. I just can't."

Anakin's pulse quickened as he felt the warmth of Ahsoka's touch. Her hand brushed lightly against his, sending a jolt of electricity through him that left him breathless. The air between them thickened, charged with an intensity neither of them could deny. There were so many reasons they couldn't do this—so many reasons it could ruin everything. The Jedi Code, the war that raged on outside the Temple walls, the chaos that was consuming the galaxy. They both knew what this could cost them.

Yet, in that moment, none of it seemed to matter.

Ahsoka's breath became shallow, her chest rising and falling quickly as she stood before him, eyes searching his face. The closeness between them seemed to stretch the very air itself, creating a silence that echoed with unspoken words. She could feel the conflict tearing at Anakin. She knew he was fighting the pull between his duty to the Jedi Order and the feelings he had for her. It was a struggle she too had fought for so long, but it didn't make it any easier to bear. The weight of their emotions hung heavily between them, and yet she couldn't bring herself to pull away.

"Anakin, we can't," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of longing and fear. "We both know that we can't do this. The Jedi—"

"I know," Anakin interrupted, his voice tight with frustration. His hand, which had instinctively reached for her, rested gently on her arm, as though grounding him. "I know what the Code says." He took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing as he fought against the storm of emotions inside him. "But every time I try to follow it, it feels like I'm losing myself. I'm not like the other Jedi. I never have been. And I can't keep pretending that I don't care about you, Ahsoka. I do. I care about you more than anyone. More than the war, more than the Jedi, more than anything."

Ahsoka's heart pounded in her chest as she closed her eyes, trying to hold herself together in the face of his confession. The words were exactly what she had feared yet longed to hear, and hearing them now stirred something deep inside her that she hadn't been able to face before. She had always known there was something more between them—something deeper, a connection that went beyond the bonds of teacher and student, beyond Jedi comrades. But she had never dared to acknowledge it, not until now, when their emotions had finally come to a head.

"Anakin," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper, "this is dangerous." Her eyes opened to meet his, filled with both longing and fear. "If anyone finds out, it could ruin everything. You could lose your place in the Order. You could lose... everything." Her words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of their consequences.

Anakin shook his head slowly, his features hardening with determination. His hand reached up, his fingers gently tilting her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "I don't care about that anymore," he said quietly, his voice firm and resolute. "I can't lose you, Ahsoka. I can't."

Ahsoka's breath caught in her throat, her heart racing in her chest. She wanted to pull away, to remind him of the risks, the dangers that lay ahead. But she couldn't. The truth of his words shattered the walls she had built inside herself, the walls she had used to keep the distance she thought they needed. He was right. She couldn't deny the way she felt. And before she could stop herself, before her mind could talk her out of it, she closed the distance between them.

Her lips found his in a kiss that was soft and tentative at first—hesitant, unsure—as if they were both testing the waters of a passion that had been simmering for far too long. The kiss was gentle, full of unspoken words, a quiet confession of everything they had kept buried. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, of yearning, of a connection that neither of them could deny.

But as the moments stretched on, that tentative kiss deepened, fueled by the emotions that had been building between them for so long. The passion they had both fought to suppress for years surged between them, filling the space with an intensity that was impossible to ignore. There was no Jedi Code in this moment. No war, no responsibilities, no rules. There was only the undeniable truth of their feelings for each other.

When they finally pulled away, breathless and hearts racing, Ahsoka looked at Anakin with wide eyes, a mixture of fear and wonder in her expression. Her voice was barely a whisper, the weight of what had just transpired hanging in the air like a fragile thread. "What does this mean for us, Anakin?" she asked, her words laced with both uncertainty and hope.

Anakin's hands remained on her shoulders, his forehead resting against hers as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes searched hers, a mixture of emotions swirling within him—relief, fear, guilt, and desire. He hadn't known how to feel in that moment, but one thing was certain: he couldn't turn back.

"I don't know," he murmured softly. "But I can't keep pretending anymore. This—" he paused, his fingers gently brushing her cheek, "this means everything to me. You mean everything to me." He took a slow, steadying breath. "I don't know where it leads, Ahsoka. But I can't walk away from this. Not from you."

Ahsoka's chest tightened as she fought the rising flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm her. She didn't know where this path would take them either, but something deep within her told her that they had crossed a line, one that would be impossible to undo. The bond between them had shifted, had deepened in a way neither of them could have foreseen, and she wasn't sure what that meant for them—or for the future of the Jedi.

But in this moment, as they stood together in the quiet of the Jedi Temple, with the distant sounds of the galaxy's turmoil echoing through the halls, it didn't matter. For now, it was just the two of them—Anakin and Ahsoka. Two people who had been through so much together, and now, they had crossed into uncharted territory.

They were no longer just Jedi. They were something else entirely.

And whatever that was, they would face it together.

To be continued…