"It does suit you well, Mistress," she says, wiggling a bit.

"A good response, my dear apprentice."

Another kiss! Because she can kiss Elesse now, she's Elesse's, that is probably not the most objectively important highlight but her brain finds it very, very important.

Kiss.

"So, apprentice mine. We will have to do something about your cover amongst the Jedi."

"Do you want me to stay in the Order?"

"For a certain time. It would be far too suspicious were you to tender your resignation now and immediately begin making appearances at my side."

"And if you openly steal me as the Chancellor's bodyguard, there might be politics?"

"You would need to be a Knight on your own merits before I could manage that easily. Unless you think I should attempt to seduce that Palpatine girl."

"If freed from the yoke of 'Jedi don't involve themselves in politics,' she might steal your job," Sangua teases. "But... I like her a lot, and - it'd be nice if she was on our side."

"I will see what I can do about that."

Snuggle. "Thank you, Mistress."

"But until then... Can you keep this a secret from everyone?"

Serious nod. "Yes, ma'am."

"This will be your first test. If you are able to hold this quiet for one week, I will begin teaching you true techniques, not the drabbles we have toyed with in the past, and we will speak further of the future of the galaxy."

"Yes ma'am." Lean. "I'm looking forward to it."

"As well you should be." Kiss.

Kiss! "What else do you want from me tonight, Mistress?"

"How much are you willing to give me tonight?"

Small shrug. "I'm not really sure? I don't - know all the things you could want to take." Snuggle. "But... I can't think of many things I know about that I wouldn't give."

"Then why don't we play a game? Given your display earlier, I assume you are at least passingly familiar with traffic laws. I will do something, and you tell me red, yellow, or green. Red means stop, you don't want this. Yellow means go slow, you might want to switch to something else. Green means yes, continue, you like it."

Grin. "Sounds fun. And I'll pay more attention here than I do to traffic laws," she teases. 

"I hope you do."

She kisses the side of Anakin's neck, runs her fingers through Anakin's hair and trails down her back.

She gasps a little, shivering, and says, "Green? But - maybe less light touch? Almost tickles..." Anakin's brain is maybe wired backwards because very light touch is way more aversive than broken bones; her bodily control will outright try to error out if she brushes her hand along her fine body hairs without touching skin, in the way most people seem to only get with self injury. (She can override it, but, ugh.) Her Mistress's touch isn't at the unpleasant point, though - "Firmer is good."

She grabs Anakin's hips and starts biting down her collarbone.

Wiggle ah! "Nnn, very green," she says between soft noises.