"Oh." It wasn't the presence of clothes that actually derailed them, but more the shock of it. It was like a splash of cold water. "I... um." He was blushing again. "Should we...?" He could still smell her shampoo. He could still feel her lips on his, practically. "We should." He fumbled for the door knob. "I don't know where the door is. It's got to be somewhere. Um. Kind of. Feel around."
The problem was that when they were... busy, they'd shifted around so much. To the point that Anakin was completely unsure of where he was. He could have used the Force to get a feel for the room, but his brain wasn't currently occupied by much blood. "Is the door on your side? I think--Rahne? That... that's not the door handle."