waking up

Anakin started waking up. His chest felt heavy. He slowly opened eyes. In his bed lied five stark naked women… well okay, one had her stockings on, but that hardly made a difference!

He could understand that **** didn’t wake him up – the clones didn’t have any ill intension towards him… but how did they all managed to fit in his bed - that was a single military bunk!?

Anakin had to deal with this kind of situations on daily basis. His clones advances towards him were more than obvious. That kind of situations were so frequent that he was actually looking forward to escap… to battles. Yes he was looking forward to beat some sep’s arses.

Anakin closed eyes.

‘There is no emotion, there is peace.’

One of the clones erect nipples pushed against his arm.

Nope, it wasn’t working. He always sucked at meditation, he was more of action person.

Anakin used **** to lightly levitate clones and slipped from under them, then he gently – not to wake them up – lowered them back on bed. Thankfully they didn’t woke up, but only stirred a little. One of the clones buried her head into stocking clad clone’s chest, who moaned weakly. Anakin closed his eyes.

‘Think of Padme. Think of Padme.’

When he opened his eyes he saw Padme burring her head into clone’s chest. He quickly closed eyes and shook his head. When he opened his eyes, only clones occupied his bed (seriously, Padme with clones - too strong of stimulation), back as it should be-wait! No! It’s not as it should be!