Tides of Desire, by Crysta Novelli
Characters: Aayla Secura/Kit FistoCategory: Romance, seduction, POV
Rated: NC-17
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Era: During the Clone Wars, a few months after the Battle of Geonosis.
Summary: Directly following the events of the Tides of Terror comic from Star Wars Tales #14 (Vol. 4), Aayla thanks Kit for saving her life.
Inspired by:
Aayla Secura sat cross-legged on the floor of her quarters, trying very hard to meditate. She was not being very successful. Her thoughts kept drifting, pulling her mind back to the day's events.
She had been on Kamino for approximately a month now, charged with training the new Clone Army of the Republic. This was only her second mission as a full Jedi Knight, so she had been assigned a partner - Bant's former Master, Kit Fisto. Kit was a Nautolan, an amphibious species, and he was training the troops in underwater combat.
Today they had discovered a Kaminoan saboteur who, working for the Separatists, had developed a nano-virus designed to wipe out the entire Clone population. The Kaminoan had nearly gotten away because unbeknownst to anyone on Kamino, she had smuggled several super battle droids in for protection. Aayla had fought well against them, while Kit concentrated on disabling her ship. Unfortunately, the shockwave sent out by the damaged ship knocked Aayla and one of the battle droids over the edge of the platform and into the tumultuous sea below. Aayla's reflexive response had been to cry out for Kit. She still couldn't figure out why, because it had not allowed her to inhale the oxygen she would need to return to the surface, which had turned into a deadly mistake as the battle droid pinned her beneath the surface. But Kit had come to her rescue; diving in after her, he pressed his lips to hers and breathed oxygen into her.
It was there that her thoughts always stopped. The fact that the Kaminoan had almost injected Aayla with the deadly nano-virus had been nearly forgotten by now. It was the thought of Kit diving in to save her life that had her distracted. He had cared enough to save her life; he had breathed for her. He had pressed his lips against hers in the closest thing to a kiss that they had ever come to. She could still feel the phantom touch of his arms around her as they held each other close; far closer than was necessary.
Sighing, Aayla leaned her lekku back against the sofa behind her and closed her eyes. Kit Fisto was the source of her problem. She realized now that she had been denying to herself how much she had grown to like him during this past month. Though well known for his strict discipline and firm, Jedi Master-like composure, Aayla had come to learn about the man behind the Jedi. He had a delightfully mischievous sense of humor, which Aayla realized she found very desirable. And then there was his body... She had caught herself staring at him a number of times after he returned from training, generally with his tunic open or else off completely, displaying his powerfully broad chest to the galaxy. His skin was the color of her favorite childhood treat, Jawala fruit, and Aayla couldn't help but wonder if Kit tasted the same.
"Aayla Secura," she scolded herself aloud. Fortunately there was no one around to hear her talking to herself. She was a Jedi Knight. Kit was a Jedi Master! Such thoughts were against the Jedi Code, and she knew better.
Yet Quinlan had taken a lover. Aayla was certain that Quin did not care for the girl nearly as much as she did him, so attachment was not an issue for him. Master Tholme, she suspected, had also taken a lover: T'ra Saa, the ancient Neti Jedi whom Tholme had a very special relationship with. She knew Master Tholme held only loosely to some areas of the Jedi laws and regulations, though he had tried to teach her better than that. ‘Do as I say, not as I do,' he was fond of saying. Aayla suspected that his relationship with T'ra Saa did border on, if not cross the line of attachment, yet Quinlan Vos' and Tholme's relationships had not led either of them to the Dark Side.
Master Tholme had often reminded her that the Jedi Code referred to a Jedi's use of the Force. As long as a Jedi was calm and at peace, she would know the will of the Force. Jedi were allowed to mate; it was attachment that was forbidden, due to its ability to lead to such emotions as selfishness, fear and jealousy, all of which led to the Dark Side. However, emotions themselves were not to be feared. Emotions were natural; denying them created conflict. Instead it was a Jedi's duty to control her emotions, rather than letting them control her.
Suddenly feeling much more calm and composed, Aayla rose to her feet. Now that she was aware of her emotions, she would take control of them. She was an adult now, as was Kit. They were both very strong in the Force, and if Aayla's opinion counted, very responsible Jedi. Aayla was extremely empathic, and knew that Kit had occasionally entertained similar thoughts about her.
And that underwater kiss... The way they instinctively clung to one another as their lips and bodies pressed tightly together... She could sit here and let her wandering thoughts distract her, or she could go to Kit and resolve the issue. Aayla grinned to herself. If Kit were also being distracted by similar thoughts, he would certainly appreciate an immediate resolution. Of course, she knew that he would be extremely reluctant to face the issue. Aside from his sense of humor, Kit was a very traditional, stalwart Jedi, on the fast track to becoming a member of the Jedi Council. It would be up to her to broach the subject, and the blunter she was, the more likely she was to get an honest response from Kit.
Not bothering to don her Jedi robe as usual before leaving her quarters, Aayla turned off the lights and headed down the hall to Kit's quarters.
~*~
Kit Fisto, Jedi Master and recently appointed General of the new Republic army, reclined in the comfortable chair in his quarters on Kamino. The datapad he held in his long, green fingers was opened to chapter twelve of Maku Kareshi's Art of War. He and his companion, the Twi'lek Jedi Knight Aayla Secura, had just foiled a rogue Kaminoan saboteur that had developed a nano-virus meant to wipe out the clone troopers. Aayla had been thrown off the platform and into the raging waters of Kamino during the battle, where she had gotten trapped and nearly drowned. Fortunately for the both of them, Kit was a Nautolan and could breathe underwater. By pressing his mouth to hers, he was able to breathe for the both of them until they reached the surface.
It was that pseudo-kiss that Kit was now trying to forget, but no matter how much philosophy he read the image of his beautiful companion kept drifting back into his mind. He had known fear that day; once rescued from one almost-certain death, Aayla was threatened a second time by the double-crossing Kaminoan. Threatening to inject her with the deadly nano-virus, this time it was Aayla's quick reflexes that saved her life.
Aayla Secura was a very talented Jedi; empathic, compassionate, and skilled in ways few Jedi were. It was also impossible to deny her beauty. Her lithe form, graceful movements, and brilliant teal skin were the cause for much envy and desire throughout the galaxy. Far more attractive than their male counterparts, female Twi'leks sparked fantasies for many different species. As a Jedi, Aayla never engaged in any of the "arts" that female Twi'leks were renowned for, but she did often use her body to her advantage when working undercover. Kit had been led to believe that her chosen attire - form-fitting clothing that bared more skin than was necessary - was only because she knew it would be a distraction to her opponent.
Unfortunately, Kit was now finding it a distraction from his reading. Sighing loudly, he tossed the datapad onto the floor beside his chair.
//Concentrate, Fisto!// he admonished himself mentally. //There is no emotion. There is peace,// he reminded himself. They were Jedi; it could never, would never, be. There was no passion, and attachment was forbidden. Not to mention the fact that he was almost twice her age.
He sat up when a knock sounded on the door to his quarters. Aayla's familiar presence was on the other side.
//It's open,// he called, mentally brushing her mind. The door whooshed open to reveal the slender Rutian Twi'lek. Like himself, she had changed into dry clothing, though Kit couldn't help but notice that she had left her Jedi robe behind. Her brown leggings outlined her shapely legs before disappearing into the tall brown boots she wore. Above them was a wide swatch of that flawless blue skin. Her ample bosom was held in place by a snug top with a very untraditional, low-cut neckline and only one sleeve.
While a human or any other species would have blinked to clear his vision, Kit's large dark eyes could only stare, and unfortunately, every bit of her was as luscious as the rest. He finally came to rest on her face, where he noticed an uncharacteristic glint in her hazel eyes.
"General Fisto," she said warmly, walking into the room. The door closed swiftly behind her. "I wanted to thank you for saving my life," she said sincerely.
Kit flashed her his trademark grin. "That is completely unnecessary, General Secura," he replied as she stopped less than an arm's length from his chair. "I am certain you would have done the same for me."
She smiled broadly at him. "That is true, provided I had such a talent."
Kit grinned at her. "You have plenty of your own talents, Aayla," he reminded her.
Aayla smiled, and this time he definitely noticed the glint in her eyes, as well as a subtle determination. "Yes," she replied in a tone of voice that Kit would be hard pressed to call anything but sultry, "and I would like to thank you properly... for saving my life."
Continuing to grin at her, Kit couldn't help but be amused. He knew she had a playful side, but it rarely came out when Aayla was among Jedi Masters. He wasn't quite sure why she was often so relaxed around him, but he was grateful for it. They had spent much time together during the past month and they got along well. She was one of the few Jedi who seemed to fully appreciate his sense of humor and also share his dedication to the Force.
Her lips still curved in a beautiful smile, Aayla stepped closer to Kit. Her knees brushed his briefly before continuing past his. Kit inhaled sharply as Aayla, not breaking eye contact with him, settled onto his lap, her legs straddling his. Before he was fully aware of what was going on, her lips pressed against his in a searing kiss. Her long fingers sent shivers up his spine as they traced their way around his neck, brushing his sensitive headtails in the process. Through them he was able to scent her emotions, and the waves of desire rolling off of her assaulted him like wildfire.
Kit may have been a Jedi Master, but he was also a healthy, virile male. He kissed her back without abandon, savoring the taste of her. She still smelled faintly of the sea, reminding Kit of his homeworld and making her even more desirable. Her tongue snaked into his mouth and he met it with his own in a wild duel that soon left them both breathless. As her hands stroked his headtails in an extremely intimate fashion, Kit slid his left hand around her waist and pulled her closer to him. His other hand brushed lightly over the side of her face before tracing its way up to her lekku. She shuddered in pleasure as he traced light designs on her right lekku.
Wanting to stop, yet completely unable to, Kit accepted Aayla's kisses and caresses and returned them with equal passion for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, despite the desire rushing through them both and the pressure that had built up unbidden in his groin, Kit broke away from her hungry lips.
"Aayla," he gasped out, struggling not only for air but for an ounce of Jedi serenity, "please!" he practically begged. He shook his head, but her hands were still tangled among his headtails and the contact made him shiver. He looked into her eyes and saw they were filled with passion and desire. Their connection in the Force was so vivid you could slice it with a lightsaber.
"We must stop," he said, slightly more in control of his voice now. "You do understand why, don't you?" he pleaded, hoping she did. By the Force, how he wanted her! Knowing that she wanted him only made it worse, but he knew they couldn't continue on this path. It was dangerous and reckless, and as the senior Jedi, it was his duty to put a stop to it.
Aayla looked at him, and almost through him, it seemed. "Why, Kit?" she asked. "Because attachment is forbidden?" She laughed, her voice a sweet melody to his ears. "I'm not asking you to marry me," she joked.
His headtails twitched again, in the human equivalent of a head shake. "No," he conceded. "But there is also no emotion; no passion," he quoted to her, and he could hear the regret in his voice as he spoke.
Aayla twitched her lekku in the negative. "Those rules regard our use of the Force," she argued. "We are living beings and emotions are a natural part of who we are. If we deny ourselves emotion, we deny ourselves the right to care, to love. Isn't it the duty of a Jedi to love and protect life?"
Kit's headtails moved in surprise. She certainly had a point. He wondered if she'd learned that from Vos or from Master Tholme.
"But emotion can lead to the Dark Side," Kit told her, feeling as though he were speaking to an unruly student rather than a woman who was almost his equal.
Again, Aayla's lekku indicated her disagreement. "Only uncontrolled emotions," she countered. "If we let fear, anger, hate, or passion overwhelm us; if we allow attachment to lead to jealousy; yes, those can lead to the Dark Side," she agreed. "But we are Jedi Knights, Kit. We have learned to control our emotions, rather than letting them control us. What I am asking of you," she said softly, almost timidly, "is not forbidden. I trust you to be careful and responsible. Do you trust me?" she asked.
She looked at him, into his eyes, and Kit saw the determination and the recently developed self-confidence that he had come to admire in her. Yes, he trusted her. He knew without a doubt that she would not have hesitated to save him if their situation had been reversed. The one he didn't trust was himself.
Taking his silence as encouragement, Aayla smiled warmly and spoke again. "I've learned to trust my instincts in the Force," she explained. "I don't know why it brought us together, Kit, but I don't want to fight it any longer."
He held her gaze, unable to blink if he had wanted to. There was no uncertainty in her voice or her eyes, and he knew then that Aayla was indeed in control of her emotions.
"I want to thank you, not as a Jedi, but as a friend, for saving my life. Please Kit," she asked, her voice suddenly low and pleading, "let me love you tonight."
Her words went straight to a certain part of his anatomy. Drawing in a deep breath, Kit felt the stirring between his legs. Judging by the slight smirk now on Aayla's face, she had felt it as well. His brain still wanted to argue though, and his instincts told him what a dangerous line they trod. True, Jedi were not forbidden from sexual relations. It was perfectly natural to mate and produce offspring, and trysts between Jedi were not unheard of. The trick was not allowing it to lead to attachment, and Kit had a feeling that no matter how hard he tried, making love to Aayla would cross that line.
But then she was kissing him again, passionate and deep. Through their innate bond with the Force, Kit felt the love Aayla held for him as keenly as he felt her desire and it was that which did him in. The hell with the Jedi Code then, at least for tonight. Tomorrow he would do extra meditation to atone for his reckless behavior tonight. He'd have to, in order to get her out of his head.
Right then she was trying to get into his tunic. Long, deft fingers maneuvered their way through the multiple layers of clothing he wore, seeking the sea-grass colored skin hidden beneath. No longer wanting to resist, Kit allowed her to open his tunic and pull it down over his shoulders. His arms were now restricted to the lower half of their orbits, which he used as an excuse to wrap them around her slender waist. One hand clutched at her tight rear end while the other trailed lazily along her lower back.
Kit and the chair tilted backwards slightly as Aayla leaned down and pressed her lips to his neck. He moaned in pleasure as she licked, suckled, and nipped her way along his skin. Twi'leks had extremely sharp teeth, but Aayla was gentle. She somehow knew just how to evoke the most amount of pleasure out of the slightest bit of contact and he wondered where she had learned such skills. Had it been while she was held captive within the slave quarters of her uncle, Pol Secura? If so, he was surprised that she would enjoy using such techniques. The concentrated ryll-spice she had been drugged with had all but erased her memories, but they had been restored by the Jedi healers, and Aayla had confided in Kit at one point. Secura's orders that Aayla was not to be touched had not stopped all of his vile goons, and he knew the experience had scarred her. Not only was she physically no longer whole, but he was sure it had bothered her to realize that her body and innate Twi'lek nature could betray her into consenting.
Sensing his thoughts, Aayla paused from her ministrations and raised her head. Gazing into his eyes, her lekku twitched in the negative and she smiled softly. "The only thing that bothered me, Kit, was that I would enjoy such things with such vile, filthy glit-biters.
"You," she said firmly, poking him lightly in his bare chest, "are very clean and most definitely not a glit-biter." She grinned at him. "You are also incredibly sexy, and of all the Jedi in the galaxy, you are my favorite."
The simple, honest sincerity in her voice sent warm tingles through Kit's body, and he leaned forward and captured her lips with his. //Of all the women in the galaxy,// he told her mentally, //you are by far my favorite.// He felt her grin against his lips before she returned the kiss.
As his passion and desire for this young woman grew, Aayla's fingers began unbuckling Kit's belt. Sliding the leather from around his waist, she dropped the belt and the attached lightsaber onto the plush carpeting beside the chair, narrowly missing the datapad.
"You were reading Maku Kareshi?" she asked, intrigued. Apparently the datapad's auto shutoff had not engaged yet.
Kit grinned at her. "How else was I supposed to get your beautiful face out of my head?"
Grinning back, Aayla pulled him up enough to divest him of his tunic. As she gazed at him slowly, admiring his bare skin, he realized that she really did find him sexy.
"I love it when a woman strokes my ego," he quipped.
"Well, if you insist," she teased back as her hand drifted down toward his groin.
Kit drew in a sharp breath as her hand stroked his erection through the cloth, which was doing a very poor job of concealing it. Several of his headtails twitched in both surprise and pleasure.
"That wasn't what I meant," he told her sternly, attempting to look like a disapproving Master, though he knew his reaction had betrayed how much he had enjoyed it.
She simply grinned wickedly at him and climbed off of his lap. The loss of physical contact made Kit slide forward in the chair, eager to be near her again. He didn't realize until it was too late that his action worked to her benefit. Aayla moved swiftly. Her hands grasped the waistband of his pants and tugged firmly. They slid easily over his hairless body and the smooth chair. Whether intentional or not, she had also gotten a grasp on his undergarments, and the remainder of his clothing slid down his legs and over his unshod feet with remarkable alacrity.
Kit's natural reaction was to protect his modesty and he had to fight the urge as Aayla simply stood there, gazing at his naked form in appreciation.
"Impressive," she commented with a wink, her attention coming to rest on Kit's erect penis.
He grinned wickedly. While slightly shorter than the average humanoid, Nautolans were often wider in girth and Kit was no exception. It was a good thing Aayla was no longer intact if she intended to go that far with him, and even then he wasn't entirely sure he would fit.
With an answering grin, Aayla kneeled on the floor between his legs. Her tongue darted out from between her lips and she licked the length of him from base to crown. Several of Kit's appendages twitched appreciatively in response. Her hands slid up his legs toward his groin, sending jolts of electricity throughout his body. Long, blue fingers slowly converged and wrapped around him, drawing him toward her. With a quick lick of the tip, Aayla parted her lips and took him in her luscious mouth.
Kit's hips bucked in response, causing Aayla to raise her head to avoid being choked. Using the Force, Aayla pinned Kit into the chair.
"That's cheating," he gasped playfully.
Aayla nipped him lightly with her teeth in response, causing Kit to groan. Laying his head back against the chair, Kit conceded that he couldn't think of a better method of thanking. Her lips and tongue felt absolutely amazing against his flesh. It didn't matter that she couldn't fit much of him in her small mouth; she definitely made up for it in other ways. If this was the reward he got for saving her life, he'd have to make sure to save her more often.
Kit instantly scolded himself for such a thought. Not only did he not wish any harm to befall Aayla for his own selfish reasons, but it was even more dangerous to hope for a repeat of their actions tonight.
It didn't take long before Kit's Jedi patience reached its peak. Aayla was still fully clothed and he wanted to see more of her. He wanted to touch her; to taste her; to make her cry out his name in pleasure.
"Come up here, you," he growled, reaching down gently to grasp her beneath her chin. She looked at him with an expression of pure mischief, clearly pleased with herself, and allowed him to pull her up.
Standing up, Kit pulled Aayla to her feet. Reading his mind, or his emotions, or possibly just eager to get on with it herself, Aayla gracefully stretched her arms up toward the ceiling. Kit didn't need to be asked twice. He gripped the fabric below her breasts and guided it up and over her head and lekku. The sleeve presented some difficulty, but nothing a Jedi Master couldn't handle.
And there she stood, naked from the waist up and even more beautiful than his wicked mind had been able to imagine. Unlike her lips, the tips of her pert round breasts were a purplish hue that contrasted beautifully with the bright blue of her skin. Drawn to them like a mynock to a power coupling, Kit leaned forward and captured one between his lips. His hand closed over its twin, gently massaging it and eliciting a deep moan from Aayla.
He took his time and spent a considerable amount of it exploring her body. He was extremely pleased to see that the stories he had heard about Twi'leks were true; her lekku seemed to have several erogenous zones and she grew weak-kneed when he suckled the tips of them. Her emotions threatened to overwhelm his senses, and it took immense effort to concentrate on his ministrations. Between her physical responses, their Force bond, and the sensitivity of his headtails, it was almost more than he could withstand. Not that he would complain in any way. Kit had never felt this way before and there was no one else he would rather be with than Aayla.
When none of her exposed skin remained to be attended to, Kit swept her up in his strong arms. Aayla giggled and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He then carried her off to his bed, trying not to trip over his own two feet as Aayla nuzzled and nipped at his headtails.
"You are an extremely naughty little imp," he growled as he set her gently on the edge of his bed. He knelt down to remove her boots and grinned up at her lovely face. "Just how many Jedi Masters' beds have you seduced your way into?" he teased.
Aayla flashed him a sultry smile. "I assure you, General Fisto," she purred, "yours is the first."
"Good thing," he replied, pulling her up so he could remove her leggings. "They'll be angry enough with me if they find out. I'd hate to have any of them be even angrier and demand my tails on a Forcepike," he joked.
Now that both of them were finally as naked as the day they were born, the air thickened between them as they gazed at each other with open desire. Her beauty nearly took his breath away, and for an instant he thought he must be staring at a fantasy. He found it hard to believe that the Aayla he knew and adored would ever allow him to see her in such a state, nor ever wish to see him undressed and aroused. But even his wildest fantasies had never been so vivid, so erotic; it wasn't proper for a Jedi to have such thoughts.
Aayla backed against the bed and laid down on it without breaking eye contact with Kit. One finger and one lekku beckoned him to join her, but it was the look in her eyes that drew him to her. It was not just her eyes which were opened to him, but her entire being. Everything that she was, she offered to him in her hazel eyes. And in that moment, Kit was lost forever.
He had been wrong. He hadn't even needed to make love to her to cross that forbidden line. But now that he had passed it, he might as well continue onward. There was no more harm to be done; only great pleasure awaited them, and he would have to be a fool to walk away now. A very strong fool with a will of durasteel.
Kit climbed onto the bed with Aayla and buried his face in her stomach. Kissing and licking, he hit a sensitive spot and heard her squeal. His hands caressed her naked legs and Aayla tangled her hands in his headtails. His mouth worked its way south, lavishing her skin. He avoided her center, which he could sense was more than eager for his attention, and her moans illustrated her frustration with him.
He grinned at her from the foot of the bed and her lekku thrashed in agitation. "Kit, please," she begged.
//Please what, love?// Kit asked silently.
Aayla's reply was in the form of a vision: Kit saw himself from her point of view, fully sheathed within her and gazing down with desire. And then he began moving, in and out, as he made love to her.
Kit almost climaxed at the sight; it was so realistic and erotic. Growling, he crawled up the bed and buried his face between her legs. Aayla cried out his name in pleasure as she climaxed instantly. Rather proud of himself, Kit let her ride the wave out before continuing to pleasure her with his tongue. Like Nautolans, Twi'leks are completely hairless and Kit had never seen anything as sexy as her aroused pink center, framed neatly between blue lips.
His tongue parted her and she moaned. He found her tender bud and suckled on it and she cried out in pleasure. He slid a finger inside her and she bucked her hips. Not nearly as tight as he had expected, Kit found it easy to slide a second one in. Several moments of the dual attention was all Aayla needed. Kit's intimate position allowed him to be a rather privileged judge, and he was quite certain that this orgasm had been better than her first.
Grinning broadly, Kit waited until she was finished before withdrawing his hand and moving up her body. He settled between her legs and braced himself with his elbows. Her eyes sparkled back at him through heavy lids and she stretched forward to kiss him soundly. Arranging himself carefully and trying not to hurt her, Kit slowly entered her. Sweet stars she felt good! Warm, wet, and somehow, just the right size for him. He knew she was stretched to her limit, but he fit, and the knowledge and sensations that evoked made him heady.
He began to move inside of her, just as he had in the vision she'd sent him, and Aayla moaned his name in ecstasy. Was this what being one with the Force felt like? He was certainly one with Aayla now. Unable to tell where he ended and she began, they moved together in a silent rhythm that only they could hear. It was beyond anything he had ever imagined or even thought possible. Sex between Force sensitives would always be remarkably intimate, but Kit and Aayla had crossed the line and gone together into a world that Jedi were not supposed to go.
When they climaxed it was as if a dam had broken and unleashed a massive tidal wave. Each cried out the other's name as the wave broke over them, around them, and through them. Slowly it subsided, and Kit collapsed beside the beautiful woman he had completely fallen in love with. Aayla snuggled up against him, and Kit savored the feeling of her warm skin against his.
Tomorrow he would meditate, for as long as necessary, and he hoped she would as well. Because the day after that they were scheduled to return to Coruscant, where they would meet with the Jedi Council, report on the situation at Kamino, and possibly be assigned to new and separate missions.
Perhaps that wouldn't be such a bad thing, Kit mused to himself. Now that he knew what it was like to cross the line, he understood why attachment was such a dangerous thing for Jedi. Being far away from Aayla for a while would be best for them both. This was a time of war; if they weren't focused on their duty one of them could die. If it were Aayla, Kit would never be able to live with himself.
Wrapping his arm around her, Kit pulled her closer. While there could never be a second time, it didn't mean he couldn't enjoy what was left of the evening. Tomorrow he would face reality. Tonight he would hold the woman he was not supposed to love and forget, just for a little while, that he was a Jedi Master.
~*~
Aayla laid beside Kit, her head on his chest, listening to the rhythm of his hearts and trying to figure out what the future held for them. She felt safe, comfortable, and right in Kit's arms, as if there were no where else she was meant to be. She knew that she had been calm and at peace when she came to her decision to seduce him tonight, but she had not expected how difficult it would be to maintain control of her emotions in his presence. Her desire for him had been intense, but being able to feel his emotions so vividly made the whole experience intoxicating.
She tried so hard to be a good Jedi, but sometimes it was just so damned confusing to interpret the will of the Force. It had taken her so long to learn to trust her instincts and the Force. The Force had brought her and Kit together and she did not regret the decision she had made, but she wasn't so sure that her decision had been right for Kit. He hadn't been the least bit calm and serene when he gave in to her, and she could have kicked herself for being so naïve. All of that talk about emotions not being dangerous, and she had even convinced herself that attachment would not be a danger in the slightest. She had seen the look in Kit's eyes; felt the emotions pouring from him. He had fallen in love with her, and she was pretty sure that she had fallen just as far for him.
They were Jedi, and the Force was supposed to be their ally. If it indeed intended for them to share this forbidden encounter, she prayed that it would help them to be strong enough to overcome those feelings that led to the Dark Side. She loved Kit, but she hoped that their dedication to the Force would always be stronger than the love they felt for each other. Knowing that their first night together should also be their last night together, Aayla wrapped her arms around Kit and held him close. They would not forsake their duty for each other, but Aayla smiled at the handsome man beside her. She would at least allow herself to bask in their forbidden love until dawn.
~ Fin ~