A regretful morning (Non-graphic)

Padme enjoyed the warmth of her bed covers and a mass beside her, making her smile. Anakin had come back to share her bed...and about time. Let's hope nobody catches them together.

Thinking of enjoying the moment over taking haste, she turned onto her other side with a warm smile. It soon evaporated when it was clear it was not Anakin sharing her bed. It wasn't even HER bed. And it WASN'T Anakin she had slept with.

Instead she saw the orange Togruta skin and white and blue headtrails. Dark lips and white markings standing out on the orange face. And a breadth and curvy sight below the neck. Padme wouldn't deny Ahsoka was beautiful, but she wasn't the person she wanted to wake up too.

And sex. Since when did Ahsoka desire her sexually, since when did Padme reciprocate the desire? Heck, how did it even happen, Padme couldn't remember? Ahsoka was unwell, Padme checked on her, Ahsoka woke up...was naked...and that was it.

Well whatever happened, it won't happen again.

Padme threw the covers off her, slightly acknowledging the confirmation that she'd slept with Ahsoka when her own nude body was revealed. Padme felt her region was sore, Ahsoka must've been rough with her fingers.

Padme searched for her gown and underwear. She found the gown easy enough, but where were her more private things. She was so immersed in her search she didn't hear Ahsoka shifting on the bed and groaning herself awake.

Ahsoka opened her bleary eyed, her usual joyful brown, and glanced around the room. She saw a naked Padme with her back to her, bent over ninety degrees. Ahsoka yelped loudly from the bed, causing Padme to scream and overbalance as she tried to whip her body round.

Ahsoka would've found it funny if her brain was running at the speed of lightyears. "Senator...why are you naked? Why are you here?"

Padme cloaked herself in her gown, hiding herself behind it. She became irate at Ahsoka accusing HER for all this message. "I promise you Ahsoka Tano, this has nothing to do with me and everything to do with you."

Ahsoka also became annoyed, what did SHE do? "I go to sleep after feeling rough, and wake up to your nudity, and you blame me for that."

Padme would rationally have understood that Ahsoka was not herself last night, the way she acted and talked was evident of that. But Padme was too incensed to care. "You...seduced me. You slept naked for some random reason, I came to check on you, next thing I know I'm naked in that bed with you. So entirely your fault."

"W-we...s-slept together." Ahsoka looked like Padme had just revealed Ahsoka was to massage Jabba the Hutt's back.

"Look at yourself, look at me. I am sore down there. We quite conclusively did. And furthermore..." Padme stopped in mid-sentence. Something very weird and mortifying coming back to her. Orange skin, deep purple head, wide girth. "Show me your privates."

Ahsoka snapped out of her meltdown with indignation "I will do no such thing."

"Ahsoka. Show me. Your privates."

Ahsoka grunted unhappily and quickly ripped the covers off her lower half. "There satisfied."