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Anakin seethed with anger when he learned that Ahsoka intended to confront Maul alone. His fury burned so intensely that he immediately whisked her away into an empty storage room, determined to confront her about it.
“Ahsoka..” he practically growled, his voice laced with fury.
"Remember, you aren't my Master anymore, Master..." Ahsoka's voice dripped with sarcasm, each word laced with a hint of defiance.
Anakin's scowl deepened, his frustration evident as he slammed his fist on the keypad, shutting the storage room door. "You certainly earned that nickname, didn’t you, Snips," he retorted, the tension between them crackling in the confined space.
Ahsoka's lips curled almost imperceptibly, a mixture of amusement and challenge dancing in her eyes. "I am no longer a youngling, let alone a Padawan. I can do this.”
Anakin's voice sliced through the air, his tone sharp and penetrating. "And you're certainly not a Jedi Knight either. You can’t do this by yourself."
Ahsoka's gaze locked with Anakin's, the proximity between them closing in, their faces mere inches apart. The intensity of their confrontation stirred the Force, weaving a palpable aura around them.
"What, are you going to restrain me?" Ahsoka's voice was laced with anger and an underlining challenge.
Anakin's response was dark, his frustration fueling his words. "If I have to," he replied, his brows furrowed in a mix of anger and something darker.
Ahsoka laughed defiantly, her hand rising in an attempt to exert her own power in the force. But before she could act, Anakin swiftly caught her hands, pinning her against the wall with a forceful grip, her hands held firmly above her head. Ahsoka's body reacted, a surge of confusing emotions coursing through her.
"Why do you care? Why now?" Ahsoka's voice dropped to a whisper, her breath mingling with Anakin's, the charged atmosphere thickening between them.
The words hung in the air, as well as unspoken desires swirling within the space between them. The raw tension hummed with a mixture of longing, frustration, and a forbidden attraction that had lingered beneath the surface for far too long.
In that moment, time seemed to stand still. Their eyes locked, their bodies pressed against each other, the heat of their breaths intermingling. The air crackled with an electrifying energy, a potent blend of passion and restraint.
Anakin's grip on Ahsoka tightened, his touch sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She bit her lip to stifle a moan not wanting to give away her own treacherous thoughts. Yet, the desire in his eyes mirrored her own, a silent acknowledgment of the boundaries they were about to cross.
Breaking their intense gaze, Anakin leaned in, his lips brushing against her Lekku. His voice, a low, husky whisper sent shivers down her spine. "I have always cared, always wondered and I’ve always worried about you, Ahsoka," he confessed, his voice filled with a mixture of longing and resolve.
Ahsoka's heart raced, her body aching for his touch. She surrendered to the intoxicating pull, her resistance crumbling under the weight of their shared emotions. With a surge of courage, she arched her back, pressing her body closer to his.
“Anakin.. I…”
Before she could finish his lips met in a fierce and passionate kiss, unleashing a wave of pent-up longing and suppressed emotions crashing towards her in the force. The world around them faded into insignificance as they lost themselves in each other, their bodies entwined in an embrace that spoke of years of unspoken yearning.
Anakin released her wrists, so their hands could roam freely. They explored each other with an urgency born out of years of restraint. The force of their connection surged through them, heightening every touch, every caress.
In that stolen moment, they defied their roles, their duties, and succumbed to the magnetic pull that had tethered them together since the beginning. The boundaries blurred, and their desires merged, becoming an unbreakable bond that transcended the constraints of the Jedi Order.
But even as their bodies entangled and their passion intensified, a thread of uncertainty lingered. They knew the consequences, the risks they were taking. Yet, in the throes of their shared passion, the allure of their forbidden act overshadowed all else.
For now, they allowed themselves this stolen intimacy, this forbidden connection that existed only in the clandestine depths of their minds. In the heat of their embrace, they found solace, a fleeting moment of bliss that would forever be etched in their memories.
Their lips moved in perfect synchrony. Ahsoka's hands, no longer restrained, roamed freely over Anakin's muscular frame, tracing the contours of his chest and back. Anakin's touch ignited a fire within her, his hands exploring every inch of her body with a hunger that matched her own.
Their clothes became an obstacle, hindering their desire to be fully connected. With a swift motion, Anakin pulled off Ahsoka's tunic, revealing her bare skin to his hungry gaze. Ahsoka gasped, a mixture of surprise and anticipation coursing through her veins. She reciprocated, her nimble fingers undoing the clasps of Anakin's Jedi robes, revealing his chiseled chest.
Lost in the throes of their shared rapture, they moved with an urgency that bordered on desperation. Their bodies collided with a hunger that could no longer be contained, their movements becoming more urgent and primal. Ahsoka's nails dug into Anakin's back, leaving deep red marks as she surrendered herself completely to the pleasure that consumed them both.
Anakin’s hand caressed her breast, sending a shiver down her spine. He was gentle, yet possessive. Marking her, as his.
"Are you sure about this?" Anakin's voice was low, mixed with caution and longing, and when she nodded, a sense of relief washed over him.
He undid the drawstring of his pants letting them fall to the floor, while Ahsoka swiftly removed her tights and battle skirt. Making herself bare to him, as he now was with her.
The sight of his enormous arousal caused her mouth to fall open in astonishment. However, the mischievous smirk on his lips made her close it, as she defiantly lifted her chin.
Pressing her against the wall, Anakin continued to smirk as Ahsoka instinctively wrapped her legs around him, feeling the warmth of him against her core.
One of Anakin's hands firmly gripped her hip, his touch possessive and commanding, as the other guided himself as he entered her. His thrust was hard and brutal and with an intensity that marked years of their unsatiated desire.
Their moans filled the air, mingling with the sound of skin slapping against skin. The room was filled with the symphony of their pleasure, a symphony that would have echoed through the corridors, if Anakin hadn’t placed his hand over Ahsoka’s mouth.
“Unless you want every Clone of the 501st battalion to know what we are doing, you have to be quiet.” He managed to say, though his words emerged as a throaty groan.
Ahsoka's eyes widened as she nodded, understanding the urgency in Anakin's voice. As Anakin removed his hand, she bit down on her lower lip, desperately trying to stifle her own moans.
“Fuck Ahsoka, you feel so good, I’ve wanted this for a long time.”
Ahsoka's breath hitched at Anakin's words, her body trembling with anticipation. She could feel the heat pooling between her thighs, the desire building up inside her. The intensity of their connection was overwhelming, and she couldn't deny the raw passion that consumed them both.
Anakin's eyes darkened as he watched Ahsoka's struggle to hold back her moans. He knew exactly how close she was, how badly she needed release. His own desire mirrored hers, his body aching for the same satisfaction.
Unable to resist any longer, Anakin's hand found its way between Ahsoka's trembling legs, finding her clit. His touch was electrifying, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Ahsoka's moans escaped her lips, which Anakin muffled with his own, as she fought to maintain some semblance of control.
Anakin's voice was filled with urgency as he whispered, "Let go, Ahsoka. Give in to it." His fingers moved with expert precision, getting her closer and closer to the edge, as his hips mercilessly pounded into her. Ahsoka's body arched, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure.
As the climax washed over her, Ahsoka's body convulsed with ecstasy. Her moans filled the air, mingling with Anakin's own groans of release. In that moment, they were lost in each other, their connection transcending all boundaries the Jedi had warned against.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, Ahsoka collapsed against Anakin's chest, her body still trembling with aftershocks. Anakin held her tightly, releasing his own pleasure inside of her, his own breathing heavy as he savoured this moment with her.
As their breathing slowed and their bodies gradually came down from the heights of passion, they remained locked in a tight embrace, their foreheads pressed together. A mixture of contentment and sadness washed over them, knowing that this stolen moment may be their first and their last. The reality of their situation weighed heavily on their hearts, but for now, they chose to bask in the afterglow of their forbidden moment, their bodies still humming with the remnants of their shared orgasm.
With a final, lingering kiss, they reluctantly pulled away from each other, their bodies still yearning for more. Instead, they dressed in silence, their eyes avoiding each other's gaze, knowing that the outside world awaited them. The weight of their choices settled upon them as they opened the storage room door, their faces composed, their emotions hidden beneath a mask of Jedi stoicism. But deep down, they knew that their forbidden tryst would forever be etched in their memories, a bittersweet reminder of the bond they had shared, even if it could never be openly acknowledged.
And so, they walked away from each other, their hearts heavy with the knowledge that their paths would diverge, their passion forever confined to the shadows. But in that stolen moment, they had found solace, a brief respite from the constraints of their world. And for that, they would always cherish the memory of their forbidden act, until they met again.