Offworld

Chapter 2

Alba and Lang managed to get fully dressed and out the door without any more lapses, although it was a near thing when he came back into her room and she had just bent down to adjust her shoes. She chuckled, standing up so she didn’t present such a tempting target for him, and tied the last layer of her robes in place.

She wore white closest to her skin, the soft, thin inner robes of a Jedi, and a creamy tan colour over that, her outer robe a rich caramel. Instead of cutting her hair, she had braided it, in one thick white tail that ran down to just past her shoulders. “Decided against a haircut, Master?” Lang asked, walking up to her and running a light hand over her hair.

Her eyes fluttered closed briefly and she smiled, enjoying the light caress. “I might keep it long, yes… yours isn’t exactly stubble either.”

He smiled back, running a hand through his own hair, about six inches long now, framing his face. It had been a very sexy look in the getup of a criminal, made him look wild, a bit arrogant, as if he didn’t need to spend money grooming to look good. Which, she reflected, he didn’t. Now, it somehow looked softer, and very inviting, like it wanted to be touched.

But rather than give into that temptation, which would lead to so many more, Alba had pulled back from him. “Let’s go,” she said, looking over his shoulder. He grinned and followed her, looking happy and comfortable to be wearing his own clothes again. He’d looked good in tighter, more revealing clothes necessary for the parts they’d played, but the Jedi robes in shades of warm brown were what he was most comfortable in.

And thus, they stopped to get food at the dining hall, and were up in the main Council Chambers a little less than an hour after they’d gotten the summons. Disturbingly, the entire Council was present, a few holographicly. Alba’s knee-jerk reaction was that they’d found out about just how close she and Lang were, but kept the worry buried deep, where nobody would sense it. She bowed respectfully, Lang following her lead. He was slightly worked up about seeing the whole council in one place, he hadn’t seen it since he’d been formally accepted as Alba’s Padawan

“We’ve summoned you here to give you your next assignment,” Master Lamar said. As one of the few Jedi who had been around before the last Purge, he often assumed the role of Speaker for the Council.

She looked curiously over at him. “And what is that, Master?” she asked politely, feeling Lang relax behind her.

“We’ve got another world appealing to the Republic,” he said, calling up a hologram of the Republic space. A system flashed red, then expanded to show the planets orbiting a normal yellow star. “Bordal, of the Taroon system. It’s towards the outer rim, but not too far a stretch for the Republic’s resources… the stickler is that it’s been at civil war with its sister planet, Kuan, for decades.”

Another Master spoke, calling up holo-images of the dignitaries of the planets. “They are agreeing to sign over the significant metallurgic mining rights in their planet, in exchange for the Republic forcing through a treaty to end the violence. The leaders of both planets are amenable to the solution, as long as we provide protection to them.”

Alba was able to read between the lines, and ask, “The people aren’t all thrilled with the prospect of mortgaging their system?”

“Not all of them… most notably the major party in opposition on Bordal. They own stocks in hospitals, armories, and shipyards, so the war is good for them. However, bringing peace to the system will be better for the Republic, and for the majority of the people, even if they don’t all know it yet.”

Lamar spoke up again. “Your assignment is to go there, protect the leaders on Bordal until the treaty is signed. Republic troop ships will be dispatched as well, but they cannot land until the system is officially part of the Republic. We already have an operative on Kuan, which is why the treaty is as far along as it is. But the final stages require that both leaders come out of hiding, and sign the treaty. Publicly, which means dangerously.”

“We will keep the leaders safe, then, Masters,” Alba said, bowing.

“That is what I expect from you,” he said, nodding. “The Jedi stationed on Kuan has sensed no disturbances in the Force aside from general tension, so you don’t have to worry about any Sith difficulties… and we have downloaded all related information to your ship already. But before you go, we have one other matter to attend to.”

Despite herself, Alba stiffened slightly, a hint of nervousness crawling into her mind. She didn’t think the whole council would convene just to give them their next assignment. Behind her, she felt Lang tense up, although he hid it very well. She doubted any of the Masters would sense it much, if at all.

“Apprentice Lang, if you would step forward?”

He swallowed, then walked to the centre of the chamber, standing confident and respectfully, true to his training. “Apprentice Lang, you have trained well, and learned the ways of the Force. You know the Code, and have followed it. Your last mission, in fact, was one of your Trials. You may now construct your Lightsaber, Padawan.”

If it hadn’t been for her own training keeping her body under control, Alba might have fainted with relief. As it was, she smiled broadly, her expression matching Lang’s. He bowed deeply, thanked the Council, and backed up to stand behind Alba again.

“That is all. You are dismissed, and congratulations to you both.”

Alba did manage to make it outside of the Chamber before she turned, leaping on Lang and hugging him gleefully. “A Padawan! A true Padawan at last! I told you you were doing well!”

He wrapped her arms around her lithe frame, squeezing her in return “Yes, you did. But we ought to move hmm? Or this will degenerate into something we really shouldn’t do outside the Council Chamber…”

She giggled, then tried to act like a Master should. “Of course. Let us depart then, Padawan.” Being able to say it made her grin again, but she walked quickly downstairs before her glee got the better of her again.

They stopped by Stores to pick up basic supplies, as well as the technical components of a Lightsaber. A year or so ago, before their last mission, they’d stumbled into a Force Sensitive cave. Even though it wasn’t common procedure to select a crystal before one was told to build a Lightsaber, Alba had decided that something that precipitous was a sign from the Force. And so, Lang had selected a crystal, a slender, golden thing with an odd shimmer of silver to it, keeping it safe until now.

They swung by their quarters to pick up extra robes, the rest of the modest Jedi traveling kit already sent to their ship, and Lang’s crystal. Once they had everything they needed, they boarded the ship, knowing that a speedy arrival could spell the difference between ending the conflict peacefully or both worlds destroying each other.

Alba slipped into the cockpit, buckling into the Pilot’s seat, Lang sitting beside her. She cleared her takeoff with the Planetary Control, Jedi always got priority clearance, but it was polite to ask so they didn’t disrupt traffic too badly. She’d inherited this ship from her Master, even though it was technically the property of the Council. Jedi often used the same ships repeatedly, the familiarity with a ship’s quirks could save them in a spacefight.

Once they were clear of the atmosphere, she piloted quickly to the Hyperspace junction, and jumped to lightspeed. “It’s far enough out that we have several hours before we reach Taroon,” Alba said, setting the controls to Autopilot and sitting back with a contented sigh.

Lang unstrapped himself and turned in the chair to look at her. “I seem to remember you bribing me out of bed with promises of being alone with no danger of being overheard…”

Alba grinned, her eyes sparkling. “Now Lang, you shouldn’t rush your Master,” she teased, undoing her own flight harness. “You should learn patience.”

“I don’t want to be patient right now, Master,” he said, grinning and standing up, leaning over her chair, his hands on either side of her head. “I want to make full use of being all alone with you.”

She couldn’t bring herself to dispute that logic, and smiled, leaning forward to kiss him, her hands going around his neck. She savored the sweet sensation for a total of two seconds before desire really kicked in, her lips pressing harder into his, her tongue slipping forward as her hands tightened, pulling him down towards her.

Lang responded gratifyingly, his mouth opening to her kiss, one hand caressing her ear lightly. The soft moan his Master made at the caress went straight down his spine, towards his cock, making it stir to life. Encouraged, his other hand shifted down, cupping her breast gently, his thumb rubbing it through her robes.

Alba pressed up against his hand, biting his lip gently, her hands shifting down his back, tickling slightly. Lang arched his back, gasping at the teasing tickle, and grunted when his knee slipped off of her chair, bashing his leg on the very close console. “Back to the cargo bay,” she whispered in his ear, licking it.

Apparently he agreed, because abruptly he was standing, holding her in his arms, maneuvering them carefully out of the tight cockpit to avoid any accidental injury or activation of something. She laughed, her arms around his neck as he went to the largest section on the ship. There were sleeping quarters, but they were tiny, designed for sleeping only, and Alba could remember using them all of two times since she’d first used the ship. The other sections were the engine room, which was just as tight, and the cargo bay/workshop/sparring arena/bedroom they actually used.

He set her down gently, against a wall, returning his hands to either side of her, leaning in to kiss her neck, savoring the slightly salty taste of her skin. She sighed happily, her hands running down his arms, over his shoulders, and down his chest, pulling open his robes. She was just as eager for this as he was, her fingers making quick work of the layers of robes he wore.

Her hands ran down his bare back, pulling him against her body, feeling his hard cock pressing against her stomach. Lang moaned softly, having cloth between them when he was this ready was deeply frustrating, and quickly pulled at her robes, using the Force to get them off of her more quickly, tossing the pile of cloth into a corner.

Lang bent down, his lips wrapping around one pink nipple, sucking her breast into his mouth. One hand crept up to caress the other breast, his second hand dropping down to gently push her legs apart, fingers going for the folds of her pussy, already slick from arousal.

“Ohh…. Padawan…” she moaned, her voice high and breathy, his fingers and mouth sending thrills through her body.

“Yes, Master?” he asked, letting go of her nipple long enough to look up at her and talk without garbling his words.

“You are herby ordered to fuck me until I scream…” she said, shivering slightly, his breath was cool blowing across her moistened breast.

“I would be delighted to, Master,” he said, straightening up to kiss her deeply, his tongue delving into her welcoming mouth. He slipped his arms around her waist, behind the wall, pulling her forward as he moved more towards the centre of the room, where the floor had been converted to mats for sparring.

Alba squeaked when she felt him pull her forward and down, falling on top of him on all fours, her legs spread over his waist, knees and hands resting on the firm sparring mats. She bit him on the neck for startling her, hearing him gasp in response to the slight flash of pain. Having made her point, she licked the spot, kissing his neck, up under his jaw, along to his ear, her hand creeping down his belly until it brushed against his cock, hard against his belly and leaking slightly at the tip.

Lang’s hips pushed up against her, sliding his cock firmly into her hand. “A bit eager, hmm?” she teased him, kissing him briefly.

“No more so than you,” he whispered raggedly. “I can smell how wet you are from here, Master… Why don’t you let me follow your orders now?”

She grinned, straightening up until she was kneeling over him, and his hands came up to her hips, guiding her down, so she was straddling his cock, and she started to rub herself along it, grinding her clit against him with a low moan of pleasure.

His eyes dropped closed as he let the delicious sensation wash over him, loving how easily she slid along him, how wet she was. Abruptly, she slid just slightly farther forward, his cock slipping back to rest against her entrance, pushing inside her as she moved her hips back.

Alba let out a deep groan of satisfaction, feeling him push into her. He was deliciously hard, and his intrusion almost hurt at first, but she was no stranger to this. Slowly, she started to move up and down, her head dropping back with a contented sigh as she adjusted to the feel of his hardness inside her.

He was glad that she didn’t move too much at first or he probably would have come right then. Likely he wouldn’t have gone down after, but it would be so much more intense if he could hold on longer. He used a Jedi calming technique, and grinned at the thought of what the Council would say if they knew what use he’d put it to.

Alba caught the tail end of that thought and grinned in response, looking down at him. “Probably better if that particular use for the techniques remains quiet,” she chuckled. “Although the new Council is a lot more open minded than the old one…” She started thinking, back to when she was a Padawan, how careful she and her Master had been to avoid being caught. The new one, put in place by the Exile, was much less strict, mostly because none of them had been Jedi until they were already fully adult. Of course, Master Brianna’s bitterness over her departed love made a relationship dangerous for different reasons.

Abruptly, Lang grabbed both breasts, pulling her down and kissing her thoroughly enough that her head spun slightly. “Master, I’m obviously not doing a good enough job, if you have the mental capacity to drift off into thought.”

She chuckled slightly, then it turned into a moan as he pushed her up, flipping them over so he was kneeling over her, her legs wrapped around his waist, letting his cock push deeper into her wet core. She momentarily had a witty response to him, but then he was kissing her neck, his lips caressing her skin just the way she craved, and she forgot about answering.

He smiled slightly, pleased to have accomplished derailing her train of thought, and sat up for a moment, lifting her legs onto his shoulders. It was a bit more awkward that way, but the slightly uncomfortable position always made his Master feel his pounding more intensely.

It worked, of course, he knew her body better than she did by this point. Her moaning was almost constant now, her cheeks flushed a delicate pink. Lang loved seeing her like this, helpless underneath him, completely trusting in her apprentice, and not at all worried about breaking the Jedi Code against passion.

Shifting his right hand slightly, he was able to get his left up on top of her, slipping down to rub lightly on her clit. That was all it took to make her cry out, both in pain and pleasure. Her legs tended to cramp up when she had a particularly intense orgasm, but she never viewed it as enough of a deterrent to stop doing it.

Lang could feel her lower body tense, her legs going hard and tight around his neck and shoulders, her now dripping wet pussy tightening rhythmically around him. If that wasn’t enough, their mental link sent the intense emotion of her orgasm ripping through his mind and body, sending him over the edge. He drove into her as deep as he could, feeling his seed spill into her body, letting her legs hold him up as he gasped for breath.

“Oh, Master… you’re a terrible influence on me…” he moaned softly, lifting himself and gently lowering her legs, before laying down on her, enjoying just being close to her with no worry of interruption.

“A terrible influence, hmm?” she chuckled, wrapping her arms around his body, feeling his skin damp from sweat. “And here I thought I was doing such a good job teaching you…”

He lifted himself enough to look at her. “Well… you must have been good enough to fool the Council anyway,” he teased her, grinning.

She affected a shocked expression. “How dare you speak to your Master with such disrespect!” she demanded, her eyes twinkling with laughter.

“Because my Master lets me get away with it,” he said impudently, leaning down and nibbling softly on her ear.

She couldn’t even pretend to be angry with him when he did that, and he knew it. She sighed, giving in. “Well, just pretend to respect me when we’re on duty, then, or we’ll never get this done.”

“I promise to behave, Master.”

“Why don’t I believe you?”

“Because you know me too well, Master…”

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Author’s Note: This chapter is closer to what I wanted than the first one was… still not quite there, but better.
Thanks for reading, please leave a comment so I know how you feel about it! I’m likely to skip the next few weeks of events, on account of it’ll be boring diplomatic work… We all know why we’re on this site. Sex, not storylines.