5A/N: Hello there reader(s)! I thought of this story the other night after reading weird clone wars fangirl's story "Don't Leave Me." If you like this story, you should go check out that one. Actually, you should go check it out anyway XD
As I write this, I'm not sure what I'll title it. The document on my computer is saved as "Loneliness oneshot thingy thing," but that's not a very good title for a story, in my opinion. Oh, well. I'll figure it out.
Anyway, this is pretty short, but I hope you enjoy it!
A knock sounded on Ahsoka's door.
"No," she called.
Anakin sighed from the other side. "Come on, Snips."
"I want to be by myself."
He sighed again. "Okay." His footsteps moved away from the door.
Ahsoka sighed in relief and lay back on her bed.
It was nice to know Anakin cared, but at the same time it was annoying how protective he could be.
She never should have told him that Togrutas didn't like being lonely.
Ironically, she told him that when she wanted him to do something with her or let her come with him somewhere.
Now she didn't want to be with him, but he wouldn't leave her alone.
As if to prove her point, the footsteps returned, stopping in front of her door.
"What?" she whined before Anakin could do or say anything.
"I have hot chocolate."
That sneaky little son of a Hutt.
Bribery would not work on her.
Why couldn't he just accept that sometimes she just wanted to be alone? He was the king of wanting to be alone.
Still, a part of her wanted to let him in. Not to talk, but just to be near him. She couldn't explain why, but it was just nice to feel Anakin's presence nearby, both physically and in the Force.
It wasn't logical, she knew, and the Jedi would probably say she was attached to him, but she didn't care.
Also, he could make really good hot chocolate…
Ahsoka waved her hand, and the door slid open.
Anakin gave her a little smile and held up a mug.
She tilted her head on the pillow to look at him. "This does not mean I'm going to talk."
Anakin nodded. "All right." He came in, stepping carefully to avoid spilling.
Ahsoka sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, pulling a blanket up around her shoulders and accepting the mug Anakin offered her.
He settled down next to her, looking straight ahead, trying his best to give her space.
Then he looked at her and held up his mug towards her in a playful toast, giving her a little smile.
She halfheartedly returned the gesture and raised her mug to her lips.
For a few calm minutes, they just sipped in silence.
Anakin didn't look at her, didn't ask her to say or do anything. He was just there.
And that was nice.
