She gasped as his fingers brushed her skin, her breath catching in her throat. Her hands moved to his chest. It was such a nice chest, and here in the dark she didn't feel so bad admiring it. It wasn't as if it was her fault they were naked. Or touching. It was such a small room.
She giggled softly when his mouth bumped into her chin, and leaned in to help him meet her lips the second time. As they kissed, her body instinctively pulled closer to him, one arm slinking around his neck and playing with his hair. "Anakin," she murmured.