Anakin usually wished he was a little taller. Not so much anymore. "So..." Never before had he felt as naked as he did right now. He was hunched over a little bit to avoid touching her with his... to avoid touching her. He was breathing rather hard, and so was she.
Except... he was very aware of how much of her was actually touching him. And how much more he wanted to touch. It was too dark to see, but he could feel. His hand was on her hip. It moved up her body almost of its own accord; her stomach, her side, and when she didn't object, her breast.
Which was fantastic.
He leaned in to kiss her and missed in the darkness, meeting her chin. He laughed a bit and tried again.