#asketchaday senator amidala & senator kenobi
Poor Anakin wouldn’t stand a chance…
But he would be so happy to lose… so so happy to lose…
“What do you mean we have to attend the peace summit?” Anakin blurted out in the middle of his and Ahsoka’s latest mission assignment. “I’m not a diplomat and Ahsoka is a Padawan! Surely there’s someone else better suited for this task!”
“Perhaps,” Yoda hummed, a twinkle in his eye. “But personally requested, you were. Refuse, we cannot. To the summit you will go, Master and Padawan. Protect the Senators you will.”
Ahsoka looked up at at Anakin and then back at Masters Yoda and Windu. “Senators? There’s two of them? Does that include their entourages too?”
Anakin had a sudden, horrible sinking feeling in his gut and he found he was having trouble swallowing.
Oh no. Not them. Anything but them.
“That is correct, Padawan Tano,” Mace Windu nodded, a slow movement of acknowledgement. “Senators Amidala and Kenobi have assured us that they are traveling with minimal staff and at least one security agent apiece. I see no reason why this task is beyond your capabilities, Skywalker.”
Anakin closed his eyes and realized he was clenching his jaw. He forcibly willed his body to relax. “That isn’t… That is not my primary concern, Masters. It’s just… Senators Amidala and Kenobi are… well… They’re unorthodox to say the least.”
Ahsoka nearly burst out laughing but managed to cover it with a well placed cough. She wondered if Anakin heard himself and if he did, how he was able to keep talking with a straight face.
“And they often put others around them in danger in their pursuit of justice and… democracy,” Anakin finished lamely, already knowing the die of fate had been cast and he was going to have to chase those two kriffing idealists all over the mountains of Alderaan, trying to keep them both safe and in one piece.
“Is that so?” Yoda asked, chuckling behind his gimer stick as Mace Windu just rolled his eyes. “Then excellent choice, you and your Padawan are. Lovely place to visit, Alderaan is this time of year.”
“Yes, Masters,” Anakin muttered as he and Ahsoka bowed. “We’ll depart immediately.”
Although he swore to himself that if Kenobi or Amidala tried to kiss him again, he was not going to kiss them back this time. No. He was a Jedi and he was virtuous and dedicated to the Order. He had a Padawan to set an example for after all!
No. He was most definitely not going to let those two infernal sirens from Mandalore and Naboo seduce him into another dark corner where they could have their wicked, delicious way with him.
Nope. That was not going to happen this time.
When Anakin found himself tucked away in a dark corner hidden behind a monumentally tall column and equally long fall of dark velvet curtains, somehow caught between Senator Kenobi and Senator Amidala, trapped in a passionate three way embrace, he told himself that this time didn’t count.
Next time, next time, he would somehow manage to tell them “No”.
Yes. This didn’t count and since he’d already kriffed up, what harm would it do to enjoy himself for just a little bit longer? Especially when Kenobi was so strong and Amidala was so soft?
Next time… yeah, next time.