Yes... Obviously. Who doesn't?

Ahsoka blinked—once, twice—a soft, groggy movement. Her blue eyes were hazy with sleep, unfocused at first as she slowly came back to consciousness.

For a second, she didn’t remember where she was. Then the cool morning air came into contact with her skin… and there you were.

Still beside her. Still holding her steady.

Her breath hitched slightly in quiet gratitude that you hadn’t left or woken her up unnecessarily.

She didn't speak right away. Just stayed there: half-awake on your shoulder.

Then, ever so gently, she lifted a hand to softly brush a stray strand of hair from your face.

"Morning, my sleepy togruta. When was the last time you even had a full night's sleep?" You whisper to her, not wanting to overwhelm her with sound as of yet.

Ahsoka’s eyes softened at the sound of your whisper and she smiled. Not her usual playful smirk or polite Jedi smile—but a real one. Sleepy and sweet and so relieved to have actually rested.

"…Three weeks?" she murmured back, voice still thick with sleep. A tiny yawn escaped her as she rubbed one eye with the heel of her palm.

Then she blinked up at you again and gave you a grateful look.

"Thanks for letting me sleep and not waking me up."

And then without thinking—she leaned forward slightly and pressed a soft kiss on your cheek.

You blushed like crazy and couldn't help yourself but smiled. Your eyes then fell downwards and you noticed her morning wood.

You quickly looked up again, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable about it, pretending it wasn't there whatsoever.

Ahsoka froze the second she saw your eyes dart downward—"oh no" she noted mentally.

A deep orange blush crept up across her cheeks.

She hadn’t even noticed it herself—not until now that is—and suddenly she became very aware of everything.

Without saying a word, she instinctively shifted to sit more upright, crossing one leg over the other in an attempt to hide it while pretending nothing happened.

The silence that followed? Awkward as hell.

And though neither of you said anything… there was something strangely tender about this moment: two tired padawans sitting side by side at dawn, blushing because life is messy and human (or well… Togruta) bodies do what they do... Being horny and stuff.

"You slept well?" You, always her hero, try to keep both of your minds away from her excited friend and break the awkwardness as well.

Ahsoka exhaled—quiet, shaky—and nodded fast. A little too fast.

"Yeah," she said, voice still soft from sleep. "I really did. Like… actually slept. Not just ‘closing my eyes for five minutes’ sleep."

She rubbed the back of her neck again, avoiding eye contact like it might save her from the lingering embarrassment.

Ahsoka really wanted to stretch properly but her condition wouldn't allow it.

Instead, she stayed stiffly polite about everything: posture straight(ish), lekku neatly tucked away, face pointed slightly toward the horizon instead of at you.

But every few seconds? Her eyes would flicker down—then snap back up—to check if you were looking there too.

You weren’t being obvious about it… but she knew. Of course she did.

Ahsoka then shifted —subtly, nervously. Her stomach twisted with urgency (she really needed to… take care of it.).

"Otherwise, it won't come down and Y/n will think I'm a pervert." She mattered to herself, trying to convince her that a morning jerk off was all she needed. Well... it was.

She glanced around: the area was quiet, isolated, just trees and rocks beyond the small clearing where you two sat. No one would see.

"Uh," she started, voice higher than usual. "I—I gotta go pee."

Not entirely a lie! She could pee if she wanted to… but that wasn’t the main event here.

Without waiting for your response—or making eye contact—Ahsoka stood up quickly, brushed off her robes like it was no big deal, and walked stiffly toward a cluster of tall bushes some meters away.