Since it appears that people had enjoyed my initial Anakin/Ahsoka fiction, I have decided to write a sequel, which takes place only a week after the first story.

Disclaimer:  These characters are the property of George Lucas.  No profit is being made, and no infringement is occurring.

Anakin Skywalker and Ahsoka Tano had been sent to Naboo, in order to quell a particularly vicious Separatist attack.  Anakin always took his Jedi assignments seriously, despite the fact that he always seemed to have fun.  On a personal level, this mission was particularly significant to Anakin.  Naboo was the homeplanet of his beloved wife Padmé, and Anakin was well-aware that her family was still there.  He just couldn't let anything happen to the Amidala family.  Anakin could never put aside his attachments.  

Anakin felt his cockpit rock from close encounters with turbolaser canon fire as he approached the Separatist ships.  On both sides, Clones and Naboo starfighters covered his flanks, spitting out plenty of ammunition against the Separatists.  Despite all of the assistance, it was clear that Anakin and his Padawan learner were overwhelmed.  Their Jedi Interceptor was about to be shot down.  Ahsoka staggered wearily to her feet, trying to predict what the damage would be.  "Hold on, Snips.  We'll be just fine,"  Anakin reassured her.

"I don't know if I should trust you, Skyguy,"  the brazen young girl retorted.

Anakin was cut off as a turbolaser blast caused his left turbine engine to explode.  Anakin felt the gravity shift more in his midsection than in his mind, as he swerved through the sky, spinning endlessly as black smoke emerged from his destroyed engine turbine.  Anakin's starfighter's belly scraped against the top of a Separatist ship, just to take the paint job off. 

"I'M HIT!  I'M HIT!!"  Anakin yelled into his comlink as he tried to guide the rapidly burning starfighter into a "controlled crash."

When Anakin's starfighter impacted into a huge lake of mud, time seemed to amazingly slow down.  It came into three parts.  Anakin's belt split apart at the back, his wrists snapped against the control board, and he flew through the permaglass canopy and fell right in the mud.  Ahsoka, sitting in the back of the starfighter, was fortunate enough to avoid the debilitating effects of the crash and to safely walk out of the Jedi Interceptor.  She looked at her Master lying there with his backside in the mud and burst out laughing.  A red-faced Anakin staggered to his feet, thourougly shamed and embarrassed in front of his young Padawan.  He was almost completely covered in mud: it was on his blonde hair, his leather vest, his black leather glove, his pants, his boots. 

As Anakin struggled to move through the mud and eventually got back on his feet, with his rear facing Ahsoka, she jovially exclaimed, "Look at all that mud on your butt, Skyguy!"  Anakin tried his best to wipe the mud off his pants, attempting to clean the waist, the fly, and the butt of his pants.  He quickly realized that his best efforts weren't helping, as the mud from his gloves were merely adding more mud to his pants.  Anakin had lost his belt when it snapped during the crash.  The belt fell off of Anakin's waist and landed in the mud in two pieces.  "Anakin's belt broke and down comes the pants!" Ahsoka playfully taunted.  

"Give me a break, Snips.  We're in a bit of a situation," Anakin replied, with his eyes scanning Ahsoka's firm, but feminine legs and her voluptuous, mature-looking breasts.  "My lightsaber was lost with my belt, and now I have no weapon to use against the Separatists.  Not to mention the fact that my right arm is probably dislocated," he said, gesturing toward his awkwardly bent limb. 

"You can use my lightsaber," Ahsoka assured him.  'I'll pick up a blaster from the Clones."

"Thanks, Snips.  I promise to take good care of it,"  Anakin replied.  And take good care of it he did.  Despite his bad arm, Anakin almost singlehandedly brought down the Separatist troops, although Ahsoka did much formidable work also.

After the battle ended, Ahsoka took Anakin on a much-needed trip to the clothing store.  After having his measurements taken, Anakin was supplied with a new Jedi uniform just like his usual one, completely with the leather vest, the utility belt, the pants, and even the leather glove.  Ahsoka was particularly titillated by the opportunity to manage Anakin's wardrobe, as she considered that one of the major duties of a female lover.

Master and Padawan decided to rest in a placating forest.  One can only imagine what kinky thoughts popped through Ahsoka's mind.  It didn't matter that her Master had told her that it couldn't be.  She knew that the attraction was there, and in her youth and naieveté, everything felt perfectly right to her.  Without saying a word, Ahsoka began clinging tightly to Anakin's waist.  At first he flinched, but then he completely gave in.  Her left hand moved automatically for Anakin’s belt, reaching to unbuckle it even as his right arm pulls Anakin’s body in close to hers, her left hand snaking between them to pull away Anakin’s belt.  Ahsoka returned to grappling Anakin's waist, tugging on the edges of his pants.  She also pinched his butt so hard that Anakin yelped in pain.  Ahsoka merely giggled even more fervently.  Anakin responded by sucking on Ahsoka's nipples and fingering her vagina.  Ahsoka then released her hold on Anakin's pants.  With no to belt to hold them up, they easily fell down.  Anakin was so stimulated that he rushed through the foreplay and aggressively, almostly violently, pulled Ahsoka's pants completely off and threw her shirt across the room.  Ahsoka had never been happier.  It was her first time, and she was sure it would be her best time.  Anakin thrust into her vagina with such fervor that it almost hurt.  But Ahsoka enjoyed every second of it.  As Anakin ejaculated into her, Ahsoka also experienced an orgasm- which lasted for sixty seconds.  

Neither of them could believe what had happened.  Well, Ahsoka could believe it, as she had been convinced that making love to Anakin was her destiny.  Anakin was just so thrilled that he didn't even have time to think about how his rash actions could affect the future, especially where Padmé is concerned.  It was a romance made in heaven or hell: your choice.