Unification

Part Two

Two years later…

* Galaxa, wake up! * Anakin’s voice pulsed in her brain, waking her suddenly.

Galaxa opened her eyes groggily, wiping the sleep from her green eyes. She pushed her coal black hair back from her face, pulling it into a quick ponytail.

*Galaxa! Wake up! We need you! Bring your bag. * Anakin pathed again. Galaxa looked over at Master Adi sleeping peacefully on her bed. Sighing softly, she slid out of bed and walked over to the closet, pulling her clothes out silently, dressing quickly.

What in the seven hells have they gotten themselves into now? She thought as she grabbed her medical bag and slipped out of the room. * I’m coming! * She pathed, making her way through the silent hallways of the Temple, hoping that she didn't run into anyone who could ask questions, for she had no answers to give them if they did. Joss was waiting, leaning half out of a speeder parked outside the Temple when she stepped outside. He gestured for her to hurry up. She squinted in the darkness, seeing a large stain on his tunic.

"Joss! Is that blood?" Galaxa cried, running over to him and jumping in the speeder. Her hands flew to his waist, checking for injuries.

"Not mine." He said, dropping into the seat and slamming his foot down on the power pedal, shooting them off into the traffic lanes

Galaxa sat terrified in the speeder as Joss wove through the traffic, cutting it almost too close many times before screeching to a halt outside of a seedy club. "C’mon." He said, jumping out.

She followed him, wide eyed at the inhabitants of this sector of the city. It wasn't a place that she normally visited. Hell, it didn't look like a place Joss or Anakin had any business visiting either, just what the hell have they been up to in the last year? Galaxa thought and slowed as they neared the door, drunken men and women leering at her youthful beauty. Joss growled, reaching back to grab her hand and pulled her along behind him.

"Joss! What is going on! Is Anakin okay? Whose blood is on your tunic?" The questions tumbled haphazardly from her lips as he dragged her mercilessly along, pushing bodies out of his way in his haste.

"Anakin is fine." He muttered as he pushed her into a small room at the back of the club. Galaxa looked in shock at the sprawled form of a man laying in the corner, blood seeping through the makeshift bandage that Anakin was holding to his stomach.

"Anakin! What happened?" Galaxa asked him as she ran over to examine the prone form.

"We got into a fight and they played dirty." Anakin said, sitting back and letting her work. Galaxa pulled the cloth back to look at the gash in the man's stomach. Seeing how deep it was, she inhaled quickly, amazed that he was still alive. She looked up at the man's face, his eyes fluttering open at her touch. He grinned, and then groaned in pain before her hand settled over the gash, sending some pain relief through him.

"Who's she?" Geo mumbled, looking over at Anakin.

"I'm Galaxa, their friend from the Temple. You need to be quiet and let me work. Save your energy for healing, not talking." Galaxa said to him, raising her gaze to his face and nearly drowning in his deep, black-eyed gaze.

"Bossy, I like that." Geo said grinning before slumping down in unconsciousness. Anakin's hand rested on his forehead, putting him into a trance so Gal could work.

"Thanks." Gal murmured, her hands diving into her bag.

"Joss, I need hot water and some clean cloths, quickly." Joss jumped to do her bidding, running out of the room to get the supplies.

"Anakin, you are going to have to hold him still, I don't have anything with me to dull the pain, Master Gallia keeps those under lock and key. This is going to hurt and hurt badly but I need to clean out the wound before I close it."

"Okay, just tell me what to do." Anakin said, sitting up straighter and looking at her expectantly.

"Hold his shoulders. Make sure he doesn't move. Joss can hold his legs." Galaxa said, pulling at the clothing, trying to get it off without hurting him even more. "What's his name?” Galaxa asked as she ripped his tunic up the front.

"Geo, Geo Astara. He's our friend." Anakin said, helping her lift Geo's body.

"I gathered that much. What were you doing that you managed to get into a knife fight?" Galaxa said, her lips pursing in anger at the senseless violence.

"It was a small disagreement, trust me, the other guy is much worse." Anakin said shortly, leaving no doubt as to the other man's fate, the only thing worse would be death and Geo was nearing that now.

Joss returned with a small basin of water and some clean cloths, a small green being wailing in agony behind him, clenching and unclenching three sets of hands.

"Who's he?" Galaxa asked Joss as he knelt beside her.

"Mylo. He works for Geo, butler, errand boy, you name it, and Mylo does it." Joss said, looking back at the stricken alien.

"Joss, hold onto his feet. I'm ready now to begin cleaning the wound." Galaxa said, rubbing her hands with sterile gel from her bag. Galaxa soaked one of the cloths in the water, ringing it out before dabbing gently at the ragged cut. Geo jumped in agony as Anakin and Joss struggled to control his thrashing.

Galaxa sucked in her breath as she washed away the blood, realizing just how close it had come to hitting a vital organ. "You have no idea how lucky you are Geo Astara, one inch either way and you would be dead already,” Galaxa said, cleaning quickly and then squirting some Bacta into it. She pulled a small suture gun from her bag and quickly sewed up the gash with small flashes of light. Geo twitched with each prick, moaning and thrashing his head in agony.

When she was finished suturing, she sprayed it with Bacta again before covering it with another clean pad. She taped it in place, sitting back on her haunches and looking down at his face.

Unbelievably, his eyes opened and stared at her, a small grin playing on his mouth. "Thanks babe, I owe you." Geo said softly before passing out again.

Galaxa shook her head, amazed. "You need to get him out of here and into a bed. He will have to be checked again tomorrow to make sure there is no infection." She said to Anakin, rising to her feet and grabbing her bag.

Joss nodded to Mylo who ran from the room to arrange transport.

"Thanks Galaxa, he was watching our backs when it happened. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't come." Joss said, hugging her tightly. She hugged him back, surprised at his show of emotion. Joss had never been a very physical person, hiding his emotions behind a stoic countenance.

"Thanks Gal. We owe you big time for this one." Anakin said, enveloping her in a bear hug as Joss released her.

"I just hope that you two have learned your lesson. Either one of you could have been there in his place and then what would I do? I can't imagine not having the two of you to drag me into trouble!" Galaxa said emotionally, her adrenaline rush abating as the crisis eased.

Mylo came back in, murmuring softly to Anakin before bowing low in front of Galaxa. "Thank you Mistress Healer. If you need anything, please do not hesitate to call, we are forever in your debt." He grasped her small hand in one of his, patting it as he spoke.

"You're welcome Mylo. I am glad that I could help.

Anakin and Joss used the Force to gently float Geo's body out the back door and into the transport that Mylo had arranged. "Don't forget, he needs to be watched carefully and checked in the morning." Galaxa called after Mylo as he slipped out behind Geo.

Galaxa sank to the floor in relief. This was the first time that she had to handle a situation like this on her own and she had kept a cool head. Now she could collapse into a puddle of nerves. Anakin and Joss came back into the room and the three of them went back to the Temple in companionable silence, another secret shared between them.

***

Anakin and Joss knocked on the door of Galaxa’s quarters a month after she had come to their aid. She stood there; watching them, knowing something was afoot and waiting for them to tell her what it was.

“We have something for you.” Anakin said, a grin splitting his face.

“Yeah, and you’re really going to like it!” Joss said as they barged into her quarters.

“Are you alone?” Anakin asked, pulling a large bag from behind his back.

“Yes, Master Gallia is dining with the Council this evening.” Galaxa said softly, looking at the bag in Anakin’s hands.

“Good, then you are free tonight?” Joss asked her, bringing her attention back to him. He was holding a small holonote in his hand. She reached for it but he snatched it out of her way. “Answer me first.” He teased.

“Yes, I am free for the evening. May I see the note now?” She said sweetly, gritting her teeth. They were such children sometimes, especially when they had a secret.

Joss handed her the note. It was written in elegant script.

Galaxa tri Sephone,

Your presence is requested tonight at half past seven in the evening for dinner and entertainment. A speeder shall be waiting for you.

Until tonight,
Geo Astara

“What is this?” Galaxa said, looking up from the note.

Anakin smiled and held out the bag to her. “This goes along with it. We told him you wouldn’t have anything to wear.”

Galaxa smiled at him and grabbed the bag, going over to her bed to open it. Reaching inside, she pulled out a dress made of the softest material she had ever had her hands on. The deep emerald green color matched her eyes perfectly. Shaking it out, she held it up to her body. Thin spaghetti straps led down to a squared off bodice that would hug her breasts before sliding over her taut stomach and down her long legs to puddle on the floor in green silken waves.

Spinning around, she looked at the guys with shining eyes. Joss and Anakin nodded appreciatively and she ran into the fresher to try it on. While she was gone, Joss went over to open the door to her quarters again, ushering in a small blue being.

Galaxa came out of the fresher looking radiant. The dress’ color made her skin glow with youth and beauty. She spun in a small circle and the hem of the dress swirled around her ankles. Looking up at Joss and Anakin, her hands flew to her hair, still up in its standard Jedi bun.

“Relax, Galaxa, he thought of everything. This is Groot, he will be doing your hair and makeup for you.” Joss said, pushing her into her desk chair. Groot walked around her, eyes whirling blue and crimson. He looked her over critically. Motioning to Anakin to lift him up, he clung to the back of the chair with his feet and began to comb through her hair.

Twenty minutes later, her hair upswept into a shining chignon, her padawan braid securely hidden within, she was ready. Groot had outlined her eyes in soft black kohl and swept a glittering greenish color over the lids. Soft pink blusher brought out her high cheekbones and a delicate rose color graced her lips.

She stood and spun in a circle for her audience. Anakin reached into the bag again, pulling out a thin gold necklace strung with an emerald green crystal the size of her knuckle. Delicate silken slippers in the same green as the dress were in there as well.

Anakin walked over to her, sliding the crystal necklace around her neck and fastening the clasp. He put his hands on her shoulders and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Have fun tonight, you deserve it.”

She turned to smile at him as Joss opened the door, hiding Groot in his cloak again. Anakin settled her Jedi robe around her body, pulling the hood up to frame her face. “Just until you get out of the Temple.” He said as he pushed softly on her back, urging her towards the door.

The trio walked in silence down the hallway and outside. Anakin and Joss escorted her several blocks away from the Temple. Mylo was waiting for them on the corner, a speeder right behind him. He bowed low to them and waved one set of arms towards the open door.

Galaxa turned to look back at her friends. Anakin nodded at her and Joss just grinned. “We’ll pick you up when you’re done” Anakin said as she got into the luxurious speeder. Mylo closed the door behind her, handing Anakin a small beeper. “I will alert you when she is ready to be returned.” He said softly, bowing low to them before getting into the front seat. The speeder rose into the air and joined the rushing traffic, soon getting lost in the flow.

“She’s going to have the time of her life.” Joss said smiling at Anakin, looking like a happy big brother.

“I hope so, I don’t want to have to kick his ass if he hurts her.” Anakin said as they walked towards another speeder, anxious to be off on their own adventures.

***

Mylo opened the door and held an arm out for Galaxa as she exited the speeder. Mylo bowed low to her before heading up the steps leading into Geo’s home. Galaxa looked up at the top of the stairs and smiled. Geo was coming down them to meet her. She drank in his image; he looked amazing, much better than the last time they had met.

“You look beautiful Galaxa.” Geo said as he met her halfway up the stairs, offering his arm to escort her the rest of the way up.

“Thank you, so do you” she said shyly, unsure of how to behave. Galaxa knew how to act when wearing her Jedi clothing but the outfit she had on now was a far cry from that and she was suddenly insecure. Geo looked at her, noticing her discomfort.

“I’m glad you liked the dress, I picked it out especially for you. It matches the color of your eyes exactly.” Geo said, squeezing her hand where it rested on his arm.

Galaxa’s startled gaze flew to his face, a blush creeping up her neck and cheeks. The thought of him actually picking out a dress for her was almost too much to bear; it was such an intimate act.

Geo looked at her, his brain spinning as he tried to say something that would make her relax. He was quite off balance himself, her stunning beauty sending him into a tailspin. He had seen a glimpse of it when she had tended to his wound but now that she was here, in evening wear, looking far more beautiful than anyone he had ever seen before was sending his normally under control emotions haywire.

As they reached the landing, Geo reached out to the side table, gathering a large bouquet of blood red Nubian roses in his free hand, he turned back to her, presenting them with a flourish. “Their beauty pales in comparison to yours.” Geo whispered as she accepted his gift.

Galaxa looked at the beautiful flowers and the smiling man behind them and almost swooned in delight. Nothing in all her years at the Temple had prepared her for the rush of feelings that suddenly consumed her.

Mylo came up behind them and whispered into Geo’s ear before retreating silently. Geo nodded before moving his arm to the small of her back, ushering her into his study. “Would you like a glass of wine?” he asked her, walking over to a small bar inset into the wall.

“Um, sure.” Galaxa said softly. She had never had spirits before but Anakin and Joss had told her all about them and she was eager to try.

Galaxa was still holding the roses in her arms and as Geo came over with a small glass of red liquid she looked around for someplace to put them. Mylo came to her rescue again, appearing as if by magic at her elbow, reaching for them along with her small bag and cloak. “Thank you” she said softly to him as he bowed and left the room.

Geo handed her the glass and she accepted it readily, bringing it to her lips and sipping delicately. The sweetness of it hit her first, swirling along her taste buds like the most delicate of nectars. It slid down her throat, burning a soft trail of fiery pleasure. She looked at Geo and smiled at him over the rim of her glass as he watched her drink.

Galaxa’s emerald eyes mesmerized him as they swept his face. Geo cleared his throat nervously and took a deep drink out of his own glass before going over to stand in front of the large windows, looking out at the view.

He breathed deeply, trying to calm his racing heart. Feeling her come up beside him, he looked over at her, drinking in her beauty. The upsweep of her hair exposed her creamy neck and the green of her dress made her skin glow like burnished satin. Geo wanted to run his lips along the gentle curve of her shoulder, sliding the strap down and moving lower…

Galaxa’s eyes flew to his face and she blushed again furiously. Holy shit he thought, she can read my thoughts!

Galaxa laughed out loud, the melodious tones washing over Geo in a sensuous wave. He smiled back at her, reaching for her hand. “I forgot that you Jedi are mind readers, I shall try to behave myself,” Geo said softly as his fingers caressed hers, his thumb swirling in a soft circle on the back of her hand.

“You don’t have to. It’s actually quite nice. Everyone at the Temple is so stuffy and uptight most of the time that your honesty is refreshing.” Galaxa flirted softly, her eyes locked on his. “I am actually used to forward men, Anakin and Joss usually forget that I am female when they talk to me. I have heard far worse, believe me” she continued, laughing softly.

Geo laughed with her, knowing full well what Joss and Anakin were like. They stood together; hands entwined watching the traffic lanes until they heard Mylo softly clear his throat behind them.

Geo turned to her, “May I escort you into dinner, milady?” he asked her, bowing before her.

“Certainly” she giggled, the wine had gone to her head and she was losing some of her nervousness. He was so beautiful, she thought as they walked into the dining room. Galaxa watched him out of the corner of her eye, sweeping from his thick ebony hair, down to his laughing black eyes and luscious full lips to his muscular chest, constrained tonight in a formal suit of sooty black cloth with a creamy white shirt peeking out of the deep vee of his jacket.

His long muscular legs were encased in the same fabric, snuggly hugging them. He was the same height as her, maybe a little taller, which thrilled her to no end. Most of the men she knew were much shorter than she, Anakin and Joss being the main exceptions. They stepped into the small dining room and over to the table, which had been set for an intimate dinner a deux.

Geo stopped before a large chair. He pulled it out for her and stood behind her as she sat, helping her move in closer to the table before going around to the other side of the table and sitting down. The table was set beautifully, snowy white linens and gleaming plates, set on platinum chargers. Flickering candles were the only illumination, setting the romantic mood.

Geo nodded at someone behind Galaxa and a being appeared at her elbow, reaching for her glass to fill it with more of the heady wine. Another waiter appeared behind Geo, filling his glass as well. Geo reclined in his chair, watching his beautiful dinner companion. The candlelight danced across her features, caressing her high cheekbones and lush, full lips.

“Are you trying to get me drunk Geo?” Galaxa asked him, her laughter pealing in the small room.

“Is it working?” Geo laughed back, half in jest, sitting forward to watch her, his gaze predatory.

“Perhaps.” Galaxa replied mysteriously, her eyes glowing with happiness. “It depends on why you would want to. Planning on ravishing me later?” she asked him coyly, the wine making her natural shyness disappear.

“Only if you let me.” Geo whispered, picking up her hand where it lay on the table and bringing it to his lips, kissing it softly, his hot gaze never leaving her face.

“We’ll see.” Galaxa replied, lowering her eyes to the table, a soft blush on her cheeks again. This conversation was heading into dangerous territory and she was feeling slightly out of her depth. Thankfully, the waiters brought the first course out and Geo reluctantly let go of her hand to let her eat.

They ate slowly, gazing at each other throughout the meal, Geo regaling her with tales of his exploits with Anakin and Joss and Galaxa relating humorous tales of her own experiences with them.

All too soon dinner was over and the tension that had pulsed between them earlier was back again, swirling around them, tantalizing them with its heady siren song. Geo rose, holding his arm out to her as Mylo slid her chair out from behind her.

They strolled out to the open-air garden that encircled the house. The heady blooms scented the night air as they stood in the center of the garden, watching the never-ending traffic of Coruscant rush by above them. ne one of the two moons had risen already, casting its warm glow over the evening. Galaxa shivered a little in the cool air and Geo shrugged out of his jacket, draping it around her shoulders before pulling her back against him, her back resting against his warm chest.

They stood watching the colorful patterns of the traffic lanes, breathing in the scent of the night blooming jasmine that studded the garden. “That smell is one of my favorites. It always reminds me of home for some reason. Not that I remember my home since I was brought to the Jedi Temple when I was six months old. I think maybe that I would like for my home to have smelled like this and that is why the scent is so familiar.” Galaxa said softly as his warm breath caressed her ear.

“And which planet were you born on?” Geo breathed into her ear, his arms tightening their hold around her waist, pulling her even closer to him.

His voice and breath sent shivers down her spine as her answer tumbled from her lips. “Alderaan.”

“I’ve been there, it’s a beautiful place. Not as beautiful as you though.” Geo whispered, his lips nibbling softly on her sensitive earlobe. The shivers turned into slivers of desire as they shot through her body, her nipples contracting and pushing against her silken dress, her sex moistening as his deep voice caressed her ear.

Galaxa turned in his arms and looked at him. Her eyes deepened in color as the passion clouded them, Geo’s black-eyed gaze caressing her face. She was on unfamiliar territory here and she breathed shallowly, her breasts rising and falling rapidly.

“Why did you ask me here tonight?” Galaxa whispered, her gaze locked with his. She shivered again with desire as his hands trailed up her arms, teasing her skin through his jacket.

“Because I wanted to thank you for saving my life.” Geo said, moving his face closer to hers. His lips were inches away from hers as he continued, “And you have been haunting my thoughts ever since. I wanted to see if you were really as beautiful as I remembered you being.”

Galaxa was having a hard time concentrating on his words as she felt him coming closer and closer, until finally they were sharing the same breath. “And am I?” she whispered, aching for him to kiss her.

“More.” Geo breathed before his lips captured hers, slanting over them and kissing her deeply. She felt his tongue caressing her bottom lip and hers ops opened under the gentle pressure, his tongue swirling inside, mating with hers.

His jacket slid to the ground as he pulled her closer, his hand cupping the back of her head, tilting it to meet his stirring kisses. Galaxa’s arms crept up around his back, sliding over the taut muscles, feeling the constrained masculinity underneath his thin shirt.

Geo’s lips moved along her cheek and down her neck, suckling on her pulse point, feeling it jump under his seeking tongue. Galaxa moaned deep in her throat as his hands roamed her back, pressing her soft body into his, her nipples rock hard as they brushed up against his hard chest, the thin barrier of their clothing the only thing separating them.

Geo’s lips moved back up to hers, recapturing them in a torrid kiss. Galaxa didn’t know how long they stood there in the moonlit garden, lost in each other’s arms, but she was sure it was an eternity.

Mylo’s soft ahem startled them out of their reverie. Geo cursed softly under his breath, Mylo wouldn’t have interrupted him unless it was urgent, he pulled away from the temptation of her lips reluctantly. “I need to deal with this love. We will have to continue this another time,” Geo whispered against her lips.

Galaxa looked up at him with passion-drugged eyes, before nodding softly. Geo bent down to pick up his jacket, settling it around her shoulders again. “When can I see you again?” he asked her as they walked hand in hand out of the garden.

“I, I’m not sure. My time is not my own.” Galaxa said softly, knowing that wasn’t the answer he wanted to hear.

“Anakin and Joss have no trouble getting away when they want to” Geo groused, spinning her around to rest against his chest.

Galaxa looked up at him and sighed, hating that it was ending this way. “They have been knighted already. I am still a padawan and answerable to my Master who would most certainly have heart failure if she knew where I had been this evening.” Galaxa tried to explain.

“Bah! The damned Jedi care not for the matters of the heart.” Geo said heatedly, releasing her and stalking away from her.

“Geo!” She called after him, but he was too angry to listen. Mylo came up behind her with the bouquet, cloak and her bag. Settling her cloak on her shoulders and sweeping Geo’s jacket off, he bowed low in front of her before scurrying ahead to open the door.

Galaxa walked back down the stairs in numbed shock. How had things deteriorated so quickly? One moment they were lost in each other’s arms and the next he was stalking away from her in anger.

Mylo held the door to the waiting speeder open for her. He looked at her sadly. “Please forgive the Master, mistress. He is quick to anger but even quicker to apologize.” Mylo tried to explain, hoping to offer comfort.

Large tears gathered in Galaxa’s eyes as she slid into the speeder. She nodded at Mylo who shut the door gently behind her, clucking in sympathy.

The ride back to where Anakin and Joss were waiting seemed endless as Galaxa played the entire evening over and over through her head.

The guys were waiting for her in the exact same spot as she had left them, a lot more rumpled and Joss was sporting a large lipstick stain on his neck. She looked at them and laughed, trying to put the strange and sad encounter behind her.

“Did you have a good time?” Anakin asked her, noting the bouquet.

Joss came up on her other side and looped his arm through hers. “You have to tell us everything you know, that was part of the deal,” he said, grinning down at her.

She snorted and tried to walk faster but Anakin looped his arm through her other side. “Answer me! Did you have a good time?” he asked again, trying to use the Force to compel her.

Galaxa was more than used to that trick and raised her eyebrow at him before laughing. “Not nearly as good as yours from the look of you” she said, burying temoremory of tonight deep, hoping that the confusion and hurt would be buried as well.

“Okay, so we don’t have to go and kick his ass?” Anakin continued, laughing over her head at Joss.

“No Anakin, no ass kicking necessary.” Galaxa said as they entered the Temple, each going to their separate rooms.

As Galaxa closed the door behind her, she leaned against it. I will be doing the ass kicking if he calls me again she thought with a sad smile before walking over to the fresher to change, stripping the finery off and putting it back into the bag to be returned to him in the morning.

***

The next morning, a droid knocked on the door of Galaxa’s quarters. Opening the door, she was confronted with the largest bouquet of Alderaanian Verlah flowers that she had ever seen.

She ushered him inside and he set them on her desk. Galaxa sighed, going over to look at the card, knowing it was Geo without even looking. The card read:

Forgive me?
Geo

Galaxa crumpled it in her fist, pathing for Anakin and Joss to come to her.

They arrived twenty minutes later, finding her shredding each and every flower, including the large bouquet of roses from last night and dumping the lot into a large box. “You may return these to Mr. Astara for me, along with the clothing from last night. Please tell him to not contact me again in the future.” Galaxa said crisply, shoving the box into Joss’ stunned arms and the bag intokin’kin’s.

* Go! * She pathed, shooing them out the door.

Anakin and Joss stood outside and looked at each other, stunned. “Looks like we will be doing some ass kicking today after all.” Anakin said as they walked down the hall.

“I guess you’re right.” Joss said, agreeing, wondering what the hell Geo had done last night.

***

Joss and Anakin knocked on the door to Geo's officete, te, juggling the items from Galaxa.

"I hate being an errand boy!" Joss growled right before Mylo opened the door. His eyes widened in horror as he saw what they held in their arms.

"This way sirs, he is in his office." Mylo said, his antennae twitching in agony.

"Geo!" Anakin boomed as he kicked open the door.

Geo jumped out of his chair, reaching behind him for his blaster, leveling it at the door before realizing whom it was. "Anakin! What the fuck was that?" he said shakily, lowering the heavy gun to the desk.

"We've got a present for you old man." Joss said, coming in right behind Anakin and overturning the box full of flowers onto the desk.

Geo held his head in his hands as he watched the multicolored flower shreds sift over his desk. "I take it she wasn't too pleased with me this morning?"

“That’s the understatement of the year pal, care to fill us in on what happened?” Anakin said, tossing the bag into Geo’s chest.

"This too? Shit, she must really be pissed." Geo moaned.

"What happened Geo?" Joss said, standing with his arms folded across his chest.

Geo looked at the two angry men and tried to explain, not really understanding what had happened himself. "Look, we got along great, things were going smooth and then I asked her when I could see her again and she told me that her time wasn't her own and she had obligations or some shit like that and I lost it." he said softly, hands waving in the air as he spoke, punctuating his words.

"She's right Geo, she's still a Padawan and subject to her Master's whims." Anakin growled from his left, watching the smaller man carefully, looking for deception.

"I know that up here!" Geo said, pointing at his head, " I just had a hard time hearing it here!" he continued, thumping his chest.

Joss looked at Anakin and pathed, * He's suffering enough, don't you think? *

* Yeah, he's beating himself up much better than we could do. * Anakin agreed.

"Stay away from her Geo, at least until after she's knighted. Her time becomes her own then." Joss said, glaring at Geo.

"If you don't, then you will answer to us, do you understand? Galaxa is like a sister to us, whatever hurt you do to her, you do to us as well. Do I make myself clear?" Anakin said, rising from his seat.

"Yeah, yeah, not like she's going to want to see my ugly mug again anyway." Geo said, spinning his chair around and staring out the large window behind him.

Joss and Anakin left the office, nodding to Mylo who hovered outside the door. As they stepped into the hallway, Joss looked over at Anakin. "Do you think he's going to listen to us?"

"Probably not, but it'sng tng to be fun to watch, don't you think?" Anakin said grinning, pounding on Joss' shoulder as they moved towards the door, laughing. Behind them, they heard loud bangs as things began to break against the wall. Joss and Anakin looked at each other and laughed loudly again.


Two years later…


Anakin knelt in the Temple Gardens, trying to meditate. He was interrupted again, this time not by his own thoughts but by his Master’s daughter, Acaciah. He sighed. “What do you need, Acaciah?” he asked.

“I just wanted to talk,” she replied. “Aren’t we allowed to talk? Or is that forbidden now that you are the high and mighty Knight?”

“I don’t think so,” he answered, amused. “You aren’t into mischief, are you?”

“Not yet,” she said, eyes twinkling. “But you’re one to talk; Galaxa tells me you’re more trouble than your worth!” They both laughed. Acaciah regarded Anakin with great attentiveness; she was basking in his attention.

Anakin appraised her thoughtfully. Acaciah was a beautiful child, with creamy white skin, bright green eyes, and copper ringlets that hung to heruldeulders. Her looks she certainly owed to her mother, Lady Miriam, definitely not to Obi-Wan. At fourteen she budding into womanhood, and turning into quite a beauty. If she were a bit older he’d take her as his own; Force, she was a lovely creature. Anakin’s eyes narrowed in surprise; that thought hadn’t been his own. That sneaky little minx wanted him to look at her as a woman, not a little girl. Too bad for her he was hard to trick! Acaciah stopped, gauging his reaction. She was much more empathetic than her father, Obi-Wan, and extremely attuned to the Living Force. In fact, he mused, to look at her you would think she wasn’t Obi-Wan’s child at all. Anakin shook his head. “You are a piece of work, Acaciah.”

“Master Tinn said the same thing when I beat him at lightsaber practice,” she said, eyes twinkling. “It’s why he excused me. So when are you sneaking out again?”

“I don’t have to sneak out, I’m a Knight now.”

“You always snuck out when you were a Padawan; I heard you,” Acaciah td.
d.

“That doesn’t mean you need to—”

“Yet,” Acaciah finished.

“Behave yourself, Acaciah, or I’ll have to spank you,” Anakin warned.

“I’m too old to spank,” Acaciah replied.

“And too young to flirt,” he shot back.

Acaciah rolled her eyes. “I really did come here to talk to you, you know,” she said. “My mother wanted me to tell you something, and she didn’t want Papa to know,” Acaciah said.

Now Anakin was intrigued. Acaciah continued, “She says that there is a Temple on Alameen that you might like to see; it has more of the prophecy about you in it.”

“Where is it?” he asked.

“Mother said she would be happy to show you when you visit her.”

Anakin took Acaciah’s hand and kissed it. “Thank you, milady. I’ll see you later.” He winked at Acaciah, and departed. He knew he wanted to share this interesting piece of news with Joss. Perhaps they could visit this Temple together. . .

***

Joss returned from his latest mission to find Liza curled up in his bed, waiting for him. She knew instinctively when he would be home and he would always find her in the same spot.

He sat on the bed, stroking her hair. “Wake up little one.” Joss shook her shoulder gently.

Startling indigo eyes opened and Liza launched herself into his arms. As her small body hit his larger one, Joss realized suddenly that she wasn’t so little anymore. Sometime during the last few months that he had been gone, she had blossomed into womanhood. Generous, well-formed breasts pushed into his chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck, full, lush hips and a curvaceous bottom pushed into his lap.

“I’ve missed you so much! You’ve never been gone this long before!” Liza breathed into his thick, black hair, letting his warm, masculine scent wash over her, filling her senses.

Joss pulled her gently away from him and gazed deeply into her eyes. “You’ve grown up,” he whispered softly. Liza blushed and looked down at her lap, unable to meet his gaze. Joss reached out and tipped her chin up with one long finger. “Look at me.”

“I, I” Liza stammered, trying to hold his penetrating gaze. She loved him so desperately, and the whole time he had been gone, she dreamt of him, like this, holding her and finally realizing that she was a woman.

“Spit it out, this is me, remember?” Joss teased gently.

Liza blushed again and looked down at his chest. “I am grown up. Had my first kiss and everything.” She raised her head and watched him, pleased to see the jealousy that blossomed in his eyes.

“You what?” Joss bellowed, grabbing her shoulders, shaking her slightly.

Liza’s smile widened as she realized that he did care about her as much as she did him. “I had my first kiss, last week as a matter of fact.” She looked him directly in the eyes and laughed inwardly as his narrowed and he hissed through clenched teeth. “You would never teach me so I found someone else.” Liza smiled innocently, singing inside as she watched him process her words.

Joss’ face went beet red with his anger. How dare someone touch what was his! “So, you think you are old enough to kiss now?” He ground out, his eyes never leaving her face.

Liza smiled again; she knew she had him now! Wait until Acaciah heard about this! She silently thanked her friend for her good advice. They had been discussing ways to make the objects of their ctioction notice that they were finally growing up and Acaciah had hit on the notion to make them jealous, and now it was working perfectly! She watched as the myriad emotions played across his face, jealousy, anger and finally desire.

Joss picked her up off of his lap and moved her to the bed, before she felt the tangible evidence of his desire. He jumped up and began to pace the room, trying to calm his raging emotions. She was too young to be touched yet! Dammit! Fifteen and she was already causing him to lose control! What was going to happen in twothrethree years, he would be unable to keep his hands off her.

“I think we should stay away from each other Liza, not be alone together anymore. You are growing up and it is inappropriate for you to be alone with a man.” Joss said, raking his hands through his hair before stopping to look at her. Especially one who can’t seem to remember that you are only fifteen he thought as he watched her face fall, tears gathering in her eyes at his harsh words. A little piece of Joss died as he watched her cry, wanting nothing more than to comfort her and wash away her tears with a gentle kiss. He shook his head, steeling himself against those types of thoughts, he was the elder, and he had to be the stronger one.

“But-” Liza said finally, only to be cut off by his harsh tone.

“No buts. You have other friends Liza, Acaciah for one. And stay away from the boys as well! You have no business kissing anyone!” Joss said, beginning to pace again. Anyone but me! The thought pulsed in his head and he clamped down on it, savagely thrusting it away. It isn’t right yet, but soon, soon you will be mine, he thought as he watched her rise, wiping her tears from her cheeks, looking more beautiful than anyone he had ever seen.

“You have no right to tell me what I can and can’t do!” Liza said, drawing herself up to her full height, her head barely reaching the middle of his chest. She stalked towards the door and Joss had to physically fight the desire to drag her back to him, enfold her in his arms and kiss her senseless.

“Elizara! I mean what I say, do I have to go to Master Nehiri and tell her what you have been up to?” Joss said, his deep voice stopping her midstride.

Liza spun and looked at him with horrified eyes. “You wouldn’t dare,” she hissed, her hands clenching at her sides.

“I will and do. You will remain chaste Liza, or answer to me.” Joss stated with finality.

“Why should I, when you do not?” She queried softly, sensing his emotions under the tight shield he was trying to clamp over them. Joss could never hide anything from her for very long.

“I am a grown man Liza and not answerable to you.” Joss said, sitting on his bed, watching her. Her mind was spinning, trying to find a way to make him admit that he did recognize her as a woman.

“Don’t push me away Joss, please. I could not stand it if you left me too.” Liza said finally, her voice small and tight.

“I will never leave you Liza, didn’t I make you that promise all those years ago?” Joss asked her, his tone gentle.

“Yet you say we should no longer be together. Make up your mind Joss, you can’t have it both ways.” Liza spat, turning on her heel.

Joss jumped up and grabbed her from behind, pulling her against him. “I promise Liza, it just has to be this way for now. Trust me, please,” he whispered into her ear as she fought his hold.

Liza’s tears began again in earnest and Joss turned her in his embrace, pulling her close, stroking her hair.

***

Anakin and Joss departed for Alameen, and Lady Miriam’s villa.

“How are you, Lady Miriam?” Anakin asked as they were seated.

Miriam smiled. “I am as well as can be expected, I suppose.” As she spoke, how similar Acaciah looked to her mother struck Anakin again.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” she asked.

“Acaciah told me that you knew of a Temple that I would like to explore.” Anakin replied. “I can’t get over how much you two look alike.”

“Yes, she does,” Miriam replied, pleased. “She is a special girl. I hope she will marry someone equally special someday.” She gave Anakin a meaningful look.

“Jedi aren’t supposed to get married,” Joss said. He was a bit unnerved by the direction this conversation was taking.

Anakin remained unfazed. “How special is she? She doesn’t look like Obi-Wan.”

Miriam raised an eyebrow. “Direct, aren’t you, Skywalker?”

“I’ve watched Acaciah grow up,” he answered, “I don’t see a lot of Obi-Wan in her, and I’ve had my fill of Master Obi-Wan!”

Miriam smiled at Anakin. “She is very special indeed, Anakin. But perhaps you and your friend should go have a look at that Temple now. I think this conversation would be much more enlightening for you if you knew what was there first.” She handed them a holomap. Anakin and Joss bowed to Miriam and they were on their way.

They found the ruined Temple on a mountaintop in the Taradaian Hills. Aside from the obvious weathering, it appeared to be fairly stable ground, so they entered and explored. Joss set up some portable lights for illumination. Anakin took a power unit and plugged it into part of the temple’s dusty old equipment, bringing the building back to partial life. He winked at Joss.

“Anakin, you can rig anything, can’t you?” he laughed.

“I try,” Anakin replied. “Now let’s see what Lady Sakarte’ found so important that she had to have Acaciah summon us here for.”

There were strange glyphs all over the Temple walls. Anakin and Joss stared at them a moment, and then Anakin began to read aloud, “the Chosen Ones shall bring balance to the Force, a new beginning shall unfold. Where the Jedi think that there is but one, six stars shine in the new creation. The Children of the Force shall rise, and the Jedi shall be born again. He who is born the least among them shall be the greatest.”

Anakin and Joss continued reading along the walls.

"Sakarte's Daughter shall be the Mother of the New Jedi," Anakin read, and smiled.

"And Acaciah Sakarte' adores you," Joss said.

“Acaciah and I have shared a bond since she came to the Temple," Anakin said. "When I was a boy, I thought it was because misery loves company, us both being stuck with Master Kenobi!" They laughed.

"One shall rise from the ashes of destruction, marked with the sign of rebirth to join with the last warrior of the lost tribe” Joss continued where Anakin left off.

“Doesn't Liza have an odd shaped birthmark?" Anakin said.

Joss nodded. "I have always known that Liza was my future. I guess that means that I am the last warrior of the lost tribe? I really need to find out who my mother was."

"Wasn’t there a note or something that accompanied your arrival? I am sure I heard that rumor floating around, you should have Liza check the Archives, and maybe it will give you a clue as to who she was.” Anakin replied.

Anakin continued reading. "One hidden..." he trailed off. Part of the wall had been chipped off. "Great," Joss said. "What do we look for to find the final two?"

Anakin reached into a toolkit and passed Joss a hammer and chisel. "Let's take this," he said, pointing to another spot on the wall. "Only the Children of the Force can read this script..." he looked at Joss. "We'll make sure the girls see it, and then we can show this to Geo. I'm sure he can track down the missing pieces, and maybe find out some information on your heritage. If Liza can find the note found with you, maybe that will give us enough of a clue to work from.”

Joss concurred, and the men set to work, carefully chiseling out the text so as not to disturb the rest of the precious writings. They worked quietly a bit, and finally Joss spoke. "You're serious about this, aren't you, Anakin?"

"Whoulhouldn't I be?" Anakin asked.

"If this is real, it changes everything in the Jedi Order," Joss continued.

"I know," Anakin smiled coldly. "I think that's a good thing."

Joss sat back and surveyed his friend. "I think that encounter with the Sith Master has changed you more than you care to admit, Anakin."

"It has...given me a new perspective on the Jedi," Anakin admitted. "When I encountered him, he offered to train me. I took him out and took his library with me."

"You've been studying the Sith? Anakin, are you mad?" Joss exclaimed.

"The Sith I killed wasn't all wrong, Joss, and the Jedi are not all right. If disagreeing with the High Holy Ten is the Sith's only crime, then you and I have both already committed it."

"You and I are not evil," Joss said emphatically.

"What evil? The Jedi are as ruthless as the Sith in their own state sanctioned way. They take children from their families at birth. Have you ever seen it, Joss? I was there at Acaciah's birth; Lady Miriam was in agony at having to send her child away! It is cruel! My mother died because of their disdain of family!"

Joss was speechless; he'd known Anakin mourned his mother's passing, but he had no idea of the intensity of his emotions. "I'm sorry, Anakin," he said.

"Sorry doesn't keep me from my mother's graveside," Anakin snapped. "Sorry doesn't bring Acaciah's childhood back for Miriam to participate in. The Jedi have their own evils, they are just state approved."

The Temple felt cold to Joss suddenly; he shivered and wondered if it was wise to have this discussion. Anakin's thoughts were distant, but his eyes betrayed their intensity all the same.

"Anakin," Joss began, wanting to bring his friend back to reality. "What if it is true? What if there are six Chosen Ones?"

Anakin smiled icily. "There is no if, my friend. We are the Chosen, the Children of the Force."

Joss looked back at the Temple walls, their glyphs dancing into sentences as he gazed upon them. He knew in his gut what Anakin was saying was right. Change was coming, and they were the catalyst for it. The Jedi were narrow-minded, unaccepting of change. "You think we can change the Order? I would almost rather start over than deal with their shit."

"We have plenty of time to discuss our plans," Anakin said. "The girls are still young. We can move on the Jedi when they are old enough to join us. In the meantime we study all we can about the Force: the works of the Jedi, the Fiona, and yes, the Sith..." he paused, letting the last one sink in.

"We build our power and strength." Joss concurred. "Then we strike when we are ready."

"Exactly." Anakin rose and stood beside him. "We are brothers, Joss. We should pledge our loyalty to each other, and to the will of the Force." He extended his hand to Joss.

Joss took Anakin's hand in a firm grip. "Brothers, by the will of the Force," he said.

***

The droid hovered outside the window of the gardens, scanning for the person it had been sent to find.

It beeped softly as the life form entered the gardens and sat down on a bench. Opening the shielded windows, it sent a small probe into the gardens, zooming towards the dark haired female.

Galaxa started as she heard the soft whirring beside her. Looking down, she jumped back in alarm as a blue holo sprang out of the end. The form was all too familiar.

“Galaxa tri Sephone?” The holo creature asked her.

“Yes, how did you get in here?” Galaxa said warily.

“Never mind that. What is important now is that my Master urgently needs you. He has been wounded and requires your services.”

Galaxa sighed deeply as her heart leapt into her throat, torrents of emotion bubbling to the surface of her usually calm countenance. “What in the seven hells has that man gotten himself into now?” She said half in exasperation and the other half with worry. “I am not his personal physician you know.” Galaxa continued, reluctant to see him again, but already knowing that she would help him no matter what.

“Please Madame, he doesn’t know that I am asking. He has refused medical care and I am extremely worried about him. He is pale and sweaty and tossing in delirium as we speak. Time is of the essence Madame healer, please.” Mylo bowed low, his nervousness palpable through the grainy transmission. In the background Galaxa could hear Geo ranting in confusion.

“Why me?” Galaxa asked, sighing heavily again, knowing that she wouldn’t and couldn’t refuse. He really was in trouble, again.

Mylo twitched his antennae, looking backwards over his shoulder before answering her. “You are the only one he trusts Madame.”

Galaxa wondered why Anakin or Joss hadn’t come to her like the last time. “Fine,” she said briskly, rising. “In the meantime, get him into a tepid bath, that should help ease his fever.”

“I will have a speeder waiting for you outside the Temple in ten minutes. Please hurry.” The blue holo winked out as Galaxa moved away from the bench. The droid buzzed once before softly imploding, the scattered pieces to small to even see. Galaxa hurried down the path, going to get her things.

Galaxa hurried to her quarters to grab her bag and anything else she thought she might need. Twenty minutes after her conversation with Geo’s majordomo, she was outside hurrying into the promised speeder. Galaxa sat in the back, anxiety written all over her face, she both worried for and dreaded being with Geo.

As she arrived at Geo’s house, Mylo came bustling out the door to take her bag and usher her into the house. He hurried her up the stairs and into a sumptuous bedroom. Geo lay in the midst of the silken sheets; his head tossing from side to side in delirium, hoarse shouts coming from him every few minutes.

Gal ran over to his side, yanking the covers down to examine him. He was naked and Galaxa gasped as she got her first full look at him wut aut any clothing. He was beautiful; long graceful limbs without a trace of fat, smooth chest, rippling with muscle under the bronze skin. A reddish bruise marred the perfect skin above his right breast, the skin puckering and turning black. She sucked in her breath, trying to forget that he was a man and a very handsome one at that, before examining him further, motioning for Mylo to roll him over so she could check his back.

As she bent over him, his hand snaked out and locked onto her wrist, yanking her closer. “What are you doing here?” Geo hissed, his face inches from hers. Galaxa looked down into his pain-glazed eyes, feeling his confusion through her empathic link. “Geo, you’ve been injured again and I am here to help you,” she said softly, reaching over with her other hand to free herself from his grip.

Geo’s eyes rolled back into his head and he started to convulse. Mylo looked at her anxiously, gesturing for her to do something. Galaxa reached into her bag, coming up with her medi-scanner. “I am pretty certain he has been poisoned Mylo, do you know what happened?” Galaxa asked him as she ran the device down Geo’s body.

“He came in this morning from an all night game of cards. He was shouting and weaving so we all thought he was only drunk. When he collapsed at the bottom of the stairs, I realized that something was wrong. Master Astara has always been able to hold his liquor. Then I called you.” Mylo was standing beside the bed, wringing his many hands together.

“Good, we may still be in time.” She replied as she reached out with her hand to cover the bruise, searching with the Force and sending calming waves into the thrashing man. The scanner beeped in her other hand, the readout encouraging. If she could get him the antidote, he should make a full recovery. “Mylo, I need you to go and get some things for me. I cannot get them from the Temple like I normally would, do you understand?”

Mylo looked at her and slowly nodded, his green tentacles bobbing softly on his head. “We have the means to get what you need to heal him. Tell me what you need and it will be delivered shortly.”

“It has to be quickly or he will die.” Galaxa said sharply, her eyes boring into his.

Mylo quaked with fear, his six hands clenching and unclenching at his side. He nodded slowly and reached out for the data pad that Galaxa handed him.

Fifteen minutes later, a droid rolled in carrying the supplies that Galaxa had requested. She didn’t know how they had managed to dig everything up that quickly and frankly she didn’t care to know. Geo’s business was something that Galaxa wanted nothing to do with.

She administered the antidote, sitting on the bed next to him and dabbing at his forehead with a cool cloth. His thrashing had eased somewhat with her presence, as if he knew she was here to help him. The medicine worked quickly, and his fever dropped dramatically. Galaxa leaned over him, checking his vitals again when his eyes popped open and appraised her frankly. “So, are you feeling better now?” she asked him quietly, sitting back down beside him on the bed.

“Yes. How did you get here?” Geo asked her, trying to sit up.

Galaxa put her hand on his arm, holding him down. “Not yet. You are still really weak. You need rest now more than anything.” She said softly, brushing his hair back from his face.

“I’m fine, really.” Geo said, trying to push himself up again but his arms wouldn’t hold him and he slumped back down onto the bed, exhausted from the small movement.

“I told you. Will you ever listen to me? I am a healer, Geo and sometimes I even know what I am talking about.” Galaxa said with a smile, teasing him slightly now that the immediate danger had passed. “You need to sleep. I am going to give you something that will help you do that.” She reached into her bag, coming up with a small needle and pressing it against his arm.

“Are you going to be here when I wake up?” He asked her softly, his words starting to slur as the medicine flowed through his veins.

“Yes.” Galaxa said softly as his eyes closed.

Geo slept for twenty-four hours, Galaxa sitting in the chair next to the bed, watching him. Several times Mylo came into the room, the short green being pacing nervously and wringing his six hands before he drove Galaxa crazy and she shooed him from the room.

The next day was half over before Geo opened his eyes. He blinked several times before realizing that the beautiful girl sitting next to him was really there.

“Galaxa?” He croaked.

“Geo?” Galaxa said, hurrying over to his side, reaching for the pitcher on his nightstand to pour him a glass of water. “Here, drink this, it will help,” she said, holding the glass to his lips for him to drink.

After taking several sips, he leaned back against the pillow and regarded her. Her coal black hair was in disarray, slipping out of the tight bun that she usually had it in, her emerald eyes clouded with fatigue, dark smudges under them.

“You look like shit.” Geo said smiling at her.

“Thanks, so do you.” Galaxa retorted, passing her hand over her hair and laughing.

“You have saved my life yet again, thank you.” Geo said, his tone becoming serious. Galaxa nodded meekly, unable to meet his gaze. Galaxa went to move off of the bed but his hand shot out to grab her wrist.

“Don’t go.” Geo whispered, his eyes gleaming softly. A grin danced lazily on his mouth as she shifted restlessly under his gaze.

“You don’t need me any longer, Geo. You are past the danger.” Galaxa said softly, trying to dislodge his grip.

“I always need you babe.” Geo replied quickly. Her breathing became uneven as the tension grew between them.

“Geo, please.” Galaxa whispered as her gaze locked with his.

Geo sat up, moving closer to her, head tilting, his mouth inches from hers. “Please what?” He breathed, his free hand tangling in her hair, bringing her closer.

Galaxa sighed as his lips touched hers gently. He licked at her bottom lip, asking her softly to open her mouth. She did so and his tongue swirled inside. His hand stroked her cheek as she surrendered to his kiss, tasting each other for the first time in two years.

“I am so sorry love, Can you forgive me for what happened?” Geo whispered as he gently assaulted her lips.

“You’re forgiven,” she breathed. Galaxa’s arms came up around his naked back, her fingertips tingling as she caressed his warm skin. He pulled her even closer, the hand that had been holding her wrist captive sliding into her Jedi robes, seeking her skin. She moaned against his mouth as the craving started to swirl in her body.

His seeking hand found her breast; fingers grazing softly across the nipple, feeling it tighten and push against him. He growled low in his throat and began to undress her, sliding her tunics off of her shoulders. Galaxa pulled away from his mind numbing kisses and watched as his large hands slid over her creamy skin, touching and teasing as he divested her of her clothing. The fire that had begun licking her body was a raging inferno now and she shivered with desire.

This is wrong; he will hurt you again. Galaxa thought right before Geo’s mouth caed hed hers again. The thought fled as swiftly as it had come as the magic he was working danced along her nerves. Lying back down, he pulled her against him, sliding his large hands over her hips and pulling her loose pants off. Only the silken covers separated their bodies, he under and she over them. He kicked at them softly and they slid down to puddle at the bottom of the bed, bringing her soft curves into sudden contact with his hard body.

He rolled her over so that his body covered hers, his mouth wandering along her neck, nipping softly before suckling gently on her pulse point. Galaxa moaned his name and ran her fingers through his hair before running them down his back, grazing the skin softly with her short nails.

Geo moved lower, taking each nipple into his mouth and swirling it around on his tongue. He licked a fiery path down her stomach to the top of her mound. Galaxa gasped as she felt his mouth touch her in that most intimate of places, the desire licking and dancing along her nerves, pulsing and centering deep inside of her body. Geo dipped his tongue into her soft folds, taking her bud tenderly in his mouth, licking it with soft gentle strokes. Galaxa screamed in ecstasy as her first ever orgasm shook her body, the waves of pleasure crashing and breaking over her.

Geo looked up at her and smiled. Her eyes smoldered as she licked her lips, watching him slide back up her body. He kissed her again, and she tasted herself in his mouth. It drove her wild and she hooked her leg and spun him over onto his back. She grinned wickedly before dipping her mouth to his neck, giving him the same treatment that he had just given her. She licked and suckled, nipping at his pulse, feeling it jump under her seeking tongue.

Moving down his body, she swirled each flat nipple into her mouth, giggling in delight when they hardened against her tongue. His breathing ragged, he watched the girl he had loved from their very first meeting explore his body in wonderment. She was so beautiful, her delight in every small emotion playing on her face.

She trailed down the path of wiry hairs leading down to where she wanted to put her mouth most of all. His rigid member stood straight up from its nest of dark curls. She pushed her breasts against the velvety skin, laughing with delight when he moved, keeping it in contact with her skin.

She raised her head, locking her gaze with his as she gently took him in her mouth. His eyes rolled back into his head as she enveloped him in her warm, moist mouth. Opening her mouth wider, she slid her way down until he was pressing against the back of her throat and her nose was being tickled by his short hairs.

Her hands were busy as well, cupping his balls in her hand and rolling them gently across her fingers. She slid a finger up along the underside of them, bringing a swift hiss of pleasure from him. He couldn’t take much more, her untutored mouth already driving him to distraction as she bobbed up and down his hard length. His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her up off of him and back up to his mouth.

He devoured hers in a torrid kiss, rolling her over to her back and sliding in between her legs. One hand reached down to tease her clit as he ravished her mouth. She moaned against him, her hips rocking and thrusting against his fingers. Sliding one finger into her wetness, he felt the thin barrier of her maidenhead.

Surprised, he pulled away from her and captured her gaze. She looked at him; eyes drugged with passion and answered his silent question with a small nod.

“Oh love.” Geo said, capturing her mouth again, rubbing his hard cock against her moist entrance. Galaxa lifted her hips and he slid into her, breaking through the thin barrier.

Galaxa gasped in shock as the harsh pain drove the pleasant feelings away. She struggled against him as the pain seared and burned. Geo settled against her hips, his hands capturing hers and bringing them above her head.

“I’m sorry Galaxa. It won’t hurt anymore, I promise.” Geo said softly, the tears in her green eyes knifing him in the gut.

She looked up into his dark eyes, blinking away the tears and pressing her lips back to his. He released her hands and caressed her face, moving his hips slowly and carefully, trying to stoke her passions again.

Their tongues tangled as Geo stroked her body with his hands, his hips rocking with long, deep strokes into her warmth. She shuddered as the desire built again, centering in her hips and radiating outward. Galaxa lifted her legs and wrapped them around his back as he rode her faster, feeling her contract around him, once, and then again, her screams of passion echoing in the room.

As he felt her tighten against him a third time, he couldn’t hold on and shouted his release as she found hers. They lay together, body to body as their breathing calmed.

Geo rolled to his side, cradling her against him, stroking her hair. “Thank you.” He whispered softly, his hand trailing lazily along her arm.

“I should be saying that to you.” She laughed softly, swirling her fingers across his chest.

“You allowed me to be your first, love. That is something special, a wondrous gift.” He said, leaning up on his elbow to look at her. “And the next time will be even better. I love you Galaxa.”

She looked at him, not knowing what to say. Force, was he crazy? She dropped her eyes to his chest and sighed deeply. Now that it was over, her strong sense of duty was intruding on her thoughts.

“You’re back in Jedi mode again, aren’t you?” Geo said disgustedly, pulling away from her and sitting up.

“It’s who I am Geo, as much as being a criminal is part of you.” Galaxa said defensivelis dis derisive tone stinging her tender, newfound emotions once again.

“Galaxa, can you not just be the girl from Alderaan that I know is hiding somewhere under that damned unfeeling Jedi?" Geo asked her, raking a hand through his shoulder length hair.

“I am a Jedi, Geo, for life. I was never just a girl from Alderaan. That part of me was taken from me when I was brought to the Temple. Can’t you understand that it defines everything that I am!” she cried, rolling out of the bed and picking up her clothing.

“You could be so much more if you would just give in to your emotions Galaxa! What we just shared, that just doesn’t happen every day! That was love staring you in the face babe if you could lower your damn shields long enough to realize it!” Geo shouted, getting up out of the bed and stomping over to the dresser to find something to wear. He pulled out a pair of black silk pants and stepped into them, yanking them up over his nakedness.

“And you would know,