Snips, Skyguy and the Senator (Star Wars Ahsoka x Anakin x Padme story) (Excerpt - Catching Up)

Some time later, Ahsoka stepped up out of the bathtub with a refreshed sigh, water dripping down her naked body. She stood in front of the full-sized mirror, appraising herself for several moments. Her nubile orange body was toned from a lifetime of training under the Jedi, fighting in the Clone Wars, and working as a bounty hunter. Her pert breasts could not compare to Padme’s, but she knew that she had still managed to turn the head of more than a few men (and the odd woman) down on 1313. Since she’d begun bounty hunting with Ventress, she’d picked up a fresh scar or two on her skin - one on her left arm and one on her midriff. 

She picked up the towel that Anakin had left for her and dried herself off. Her underclothes and armor were frankly filthy after that last job to catch Prem, and she was not keen on putting them back on again until she got them cleaned. She noted that Anakin had seemingly also left her with a change of nightclothes - probably some of Padme’s. Ahsoka donned the warm clothes and exited the bathroom. 

She came out into the living room and saw Anakin and Padme seated at the small four-person dining table. Threepio brought out a tray of salted shaak meat from Naboo, along with a fruit platter. 

“Thank you, Threepio,” Padme said, the protocol droid bowing. Padme noticed Ahsoka and smiled. “Ahsoka! Come, join us.” 

“Hello Threepio,” she said to the protocol droid as she passed him. 

“Oh, so good to see you again, Ahsoka Tano! Master Anakin and Mistress Padme were so eager for you to join us.” 

Ahsoka walked over to Anakin and Padme at the table and sat down at one of the spare chairs. Anakin smiled and poured her a glass of wine. 

“How was the bath?” Padme asked. 

“Amazing,” Ahsoka admitted. “I didn’t know how badly I needed that.” 

“Yeah, I was starting to smell something,” Anakin said with a wink. 

“Ani!” Padme admonished. 

Ahsoka narrowed her eyes at him playfully. “You’d better watch yourself over there,” she said, pointing a fork at him. He chuckled. 

Padme rolled her eyes at her husband’s antics, turning back to Ahsoka. “Well, don’t be shy. Dig in.” 

Ahsoka ate the sweet, succulent meat in front of her along with the fruits. She could not remember the last time she had had a decent meal. Not that she complained about what she ate down on 1313 with Ventress, but there was no comparison to a fresh-cooked meal of Naboo cuisine. 

As they ate, Ahsoka bantered back and forth with Anakin about some of their misadventures during the war while Padme mostly sat back and smiled as she ate and listened to them. They mostly steered clear of talking about the Jedi order itself; Ahsoka wasn’t ready to broach that yet, but mutual acquaintances of them were talked about at length.

“I still couldn’t believe I had to save Obi-wan from yet another nest of creatures prepared to eat him. I needed to start keeping a tally,” Anakin laughed. 

Ahsoka smiled fondly. “How is he?” 

“Obi-wan? The same, I suppose. Still sarcastic, still disapproves of most of my choices. He’s on Mandalore now, helping Bo-Katan to rebuild.” He took on a solemn expression. “For the late duchess.” 

Ahsoka nodded. “I’m just glad there’s something to rebuild.” 

“That’s thanks to you, Ahsoka.” 

She shrugged modestly, finishing her meal. She looked across the table at Padme. “Are the babies asleep again?”

Padme nodded. “I put them down to bed a short while ago.”

“Force, they do sleep a lot, don’t they?” Ahsoka said with amazement. 

“That they do.” Padme smiled. “Sleeping, eating and needing to be changed. That is their whole life for now.” 

Ahsoka looked at Anakin with a grin. “Anakin Skywalker, war hero and savior of the Republic and the Jedi, changing diapers all day.” 

He rolled his eyes. “Alright, laugh it up, Snips.” Padme and Ahsoka laughed.

By the time she’d finished eating and took her last sip of wine, she began to yawn. It was frustrating for her; she wanted to stay up longer and catch up with Anakin and Padme, but she was frankly wiped out from her recent jobs down on 1313. Though the wine didn’t help.

“You look tired, Ahsoka,” Padme noted, when Ahsoka yawned for about the tenth time in five minutes. 

“Yeah…I think I might turn in early, if that’s alright with you both. I don’t want to be rude.”

“Think nothing of it,” Padme said, pulling her chair out and standing up. Anakin followed suit. “We have a guest room ready for you, next to the bathroom and around the corner from our room.” 

“Thank you so much, both of you. For dinner and…for everything. You didn’t need to go through all the trouble for me.” 

“Anytime, Snips.” He rubbed her back. “We can talk more in the morning.” 

Ahsoka smiled and nodded to both of them. “Good night.” 

“Good night, Ahsoka. Sleep well,” Padme said. 

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Some hours later, Padme and Anakin were asleep in their own bed. Padme woke up briefly in the middle of the night to double check the baby monitor. This was a motherly impulse that made sleep a very touch-and-go affair for her, but she relaxed when she saw that Luke and Leia were fast asleep in their crib, setting the baby monitor back aside once more. 

She leaned her brunette head back on the pillow and she heard Anakin suck in a deep breath as he spooned himself against her from behind. Padme smiled and snuggled into her husband’s warmth, feeling the heat radiating off of his muscular chest. 

The former senator’s eyes widened, however, when she felt a familiar hardness pressing up against her ass from behind. His cock head seemingly crept out of the fly of his underwear and had managed to slip beneath the hem of her nightgown to make direct contact with her fleshy globes. Oh my. It seemed that somebody was still very much awake. It had not been the first time she’d dealt with Anakin’s morning wood, but he felt especially stiff tonight. 

She considered leaving it be and just ignoring it to return to sleep as she had done in the past. But instead, she began grinding her ass against his hardness. She felt her pussy getting wet the more she rubbed herself against his engorged cock - stiff as the steel of his lightsaber. 

Padme gasped when one of Anakin’s fingers slipped beneath the blanket and began rubbing her wet pussy. His other hand - the prosthetic hand - gently rolled her tender breast. 

“Oh, Ani…we shouldn’t. Ahsoka is sleeping in the other room,” she whispered.