Anakin couldn't help but giggle a bit when Rahne's hands ran down his lower back. It wasn't a manly sound in the least, but that was probably to be expected. After all, when you had girl hands running over naked skin, you enjoyed it. It's just what you did.
Her hand brushed over his jeans and he felt them shift a little. These pants always had been loose. Anakin broke the kiss and sat up on his knees to adjust them, and then before he could, they slid right off, taking his boxers with them. "Huh?" His voice was high. He was suddenly intensely aware of a weight on his chest. "Oh no." Still high. He looked down. Rather, she looked down. "Kriff!" She struggled to pull her (oh, pronouns were disgusting) pants and, in so doing, fell to the ground, legs over her head, still struggling with her pants.