"It's just not safe." Obi-Wan tried to explain, but Anakin interrupted him.

"We've been in worse situations before, Master, I think we'll be fine."

The small shuttle fell into silence, and the clones glanced between each other.

Obi-Wan sighed. "This shuttle will more than likely break down, we have no emergency supplies or coats, and nowhere to spend the night."

It was true. Anakin, Ahsoka, Obi-Wan, Rex and Cody had been heading to a Republic outpost on the quite desolate planet of Ronkonkoma, when hit with a blizzard. They hadn't gotten too far when their engines began to shut down from the cold, leaving them with the only options to either spend the night freezing to death in the shuttle, or stop at a small inn their scanners had detected, no more than three clicks away.

When Anakin didn't respond eh patted his shoulder. "You might be fine, Anakin, but think of Ahsoka and the clones." Then he scoffed. "Plus, I'm the Master, I make the decisions. We're staying here."

Ahsoka shrugged when Anakin looked at her. "I guess we are. Kix, it's a few clicks up ahead." She called to the man piloting.

Her master groaned.

"C'mon Master, it'll be fun! It's almost like a vacation. Think of it that way." She crouched by the bench in the back, pulling out a few backpacks from underneath it and tossing one to him. "Help me out here, will ya?"

Together they packed up most of the important supplies; blasters, rations, etc., throwing the straps over their shoulders when they were done. He still had a sour face, though, which she pursed her lips at with determination to change.

"Here we are!" Kix yelled from the front, jumping out of the seat as soon as he'd powered the shuttle down. "You all ready?"

Cody sighed. "I'm with Skywalker here, are you really sure this is the best idea General?" He asked Obi-Wan.

"Yes, I'm sure." He said firmly. "Now, let's go."

…

Ahsoka was shivering when they stepped inside, they were all covered in snow from even just the small walk to the door. They tried to shake it off, but a voice stopped them.

"Eh, don't worry about it."

The voice belonged to an old man, a human, his features bearing many years in wrinkles. He stood behind a makeshift front desk, a table covered in scratches and dents. The whole place was, Ahsoka loved every thing she set eyes on. Everything had so many stories behind it. Who had stayed there? What all happened here, hidden with only a scratch on the log walls?

Off of the front desk, a stairwell to the left, a room, (the innkeepers she presumed), to the right, and behind the man shoulders she could make out a living room.

Anakin chuckled at her curiosity, slugging an arm over her shoulders as Obi-Wan stepped forward.

"How much for us six?"

"How long?" He asked.

Obi-Wan frowned. "Uh…" He looked outside at the blizzard. "A night?"

"250."

Anakin and Obi-Wan shared a glance.

"Uh, just bill it to the Republic." Anakin said quickly, flashing him a smile and hoping they'd still be able to stay.

The old man raised a brow, then saw the clones behind the three. "Ah, I got you. The blizzard got you stuck, huh?"

They nodded in unison, slight relief in their eyes. It was hard to tell who would shut their doors to Jedi, more and more people disagreed with the war and the very topic of the Republic had become quite controversial.

The man reached across the desk and shook each of the hands with a smile.

" . Me and my wife run the inn."

"It's amazing." Ahsoka marveled.

Mr. Carlson said, "Glad you think so. Your rooms will be upstairs, take whatever. Y'all are gonna be our last check in's for the day." He gestured to the room next to him. "Knock if you need anything."

The inn was pretty small, like a cottage, actually. The living room had a fireplace with a vase-covered mantle, and a few couches. Branching off of that, a kitchen, and a dining room filled with tables seating four each. Everything was so rustic and old, such a weird contrast to the six's usuals. The only light in the downstairs came from the fireplace and slight light streaming through the window, everything was dim and cozy.

All they had between them was two backpacks on Anakin and Ahsoka, with their remaining rations and barely enough credits to get a shuttle ride to the base. Hopefully they could get a discreet distress call to the Republic base and get back in the morning.

Anakin and Ahsoka raced up the stairs, (Ahsoka won), to be greeted with a hallway full of doors.

Obi-Wan carefully took a backpack from his former padawan. "You and Ahsoka should be able to take the suite back there." He nodded to the last door on the right. Anakin and Ahsoka shared a master-padawan suite at the temple, a small apartment with two bedrooms and a living room and a kitchenette, so it shouldn't have been too much of a problem.

"Okay, Master." He said, following after the Togruta already heading there.

He watched the pair laughing to each other, their heads leaned towards the other whispering words that were most likely mocking him. He felt the same fondness and pride, Anakin was teaching her so well, everything was exactly how he'd pictured it when he made the decision years prior to get him a padawan. The two could barely make it off Christophsis before they'd become inseparable.

With the suite gone, Obi-Wan, Rex, Cody and Kix each had a room of their own.

Anakin opened up their door, waving her in. "After you."

She gladly did, and was met with a beautiful room, with windows and yellow curtains, and a tingly red couch with frayed pillows and a desk with an old lacey lamp, and a bed near the back of the room and a door branching off to a fresher, probably and-

Wait,

A bed?

Like one?

Anakin seemed to notice this.

His eyes were laughing, but he kept a straight face. He nodded at it, and she looked back.

There were rose petals.

On the damn bed.

She ran back outside to the door and saw the label, 'Lover's Suite' on a chalkboard, written in sloppy handwriting.

When she came back in, he tilted his head. "What's it say, or do I not want to know?"

"It's a lovers suite."

He raised a brow and smirked at her.

She glared at him. "I will kill you." And shook her head as he laughed.

She threw the petals off the bed, then guiltily placed them on the windowsill. "See? Beautifully repurposed."

"I'll get the bathroom." He sighed, like getting stuck with your padawan in a lover's suite with a bathroom probably filled with lube and condoms was a daily chore.

While he did that, she scanned the room for anything else. Besides more flowers, a cooler in the mini fridge with wine, champagne, and him her chocolates, (which she saved of course), nail clippers on the desk, and a whole bunch of hidden condoms creating a rather embarrassing scavenger hunt, it was finnnnnneee. She erased 'Lover's Suite' with her sleeve, replacing it with a quite nonchalant 'Master/Padawan friend buddies Suite'.

Anakin came out of the bathroom right as she came back in.

He flopped on their bed, shoving off the backpack she'd left there and patting the room next to him. "C'mere."

"No way." She protested, taking a place on the couch.

Anakin rolled his eyes. "You do realize it's freezing cold, right?"

And her lekku were rubbing against the harsh fabric, but she wouldn't admit it. "I'll be fine, Anakin." She said as she shivered and curled up on herself.

"That can't be comfortable, Snips." He reasoned.

It was true. Ahsoka flipped off the couch, landing on her stomach on the floor. She shoved her face into the carpet. "I'll sleep here." Her muffled voice was laced with her classic determination, (or stubbornness as he liked to call it).

"Alright. Suit yourself." He looked down at the blankets.

"These sure do look warm, don't they?"

With a groan she stood and crawled in next to him. He pulled the blankets tight around her small form, patting her shoulder as she glared at him.

"Be right back, Ahsoka." He said, walking to the 'fresher and leaving her alone.

This is gonna be a long night. She thought bitterly.

She couldn't have been more right.