Unification

Part Three


Two years later…


Acaciah and Liza pounded on the door to Galaxa’s quarters after dinner. She had been promising them a night out on then fon for weeks and tonight she was finally delivering.

The door slid open and Galaxa ushered them in. “We have to go shopping first. The place we are going is definitely not the type of place where we can wear our Jedi robes.”

Acaciah and Liza looked at each other and giggled. This was so unlike the calm and collected Galaxa that they normally saw. Truth be told, Galaxa had her own agenda tonight and having the girls along made it that much easier to accomplish. Since the night that Anakin and Joss had taken her to Geo’s strip club; she had been wracking her brain trying to come up with a suitable revenge. Now that she knew the boys were interested in the two lovely ladies before her, a suitable plan had suddenly come to her.

Galaxa was taking them to one of Geo’s newest clubs. Anakin and Joss had also told her that they were going to be there tonight, since there was a special party going on to celebrate the opening.

Galaxa ushered the two girls out of her rooms and out of the Temple. They walked several blocks before Galaxa hailed a speeder. The destination she gave the driver was deep in the bowels of the city world, a place that Acaciah and Liza had never even heard of.

Exiting the speeder, Galaxa hurried into the shop. Liza and Acaciah trailed slowly after her, looking around at the odd assortment of beings that were standing around. Liza grabbed for Acaciah’s hand and they ran into the shop after Galaxa.

As they walked in, Galaxa was already striding through the store, her hands pulling clothes out before sticking them back in quickly and moving off. She was searching for something that would really knock Geo’s socks off, right before she kicked his ass, that is.

Acaciah squealed with delight as a short red dress caught her eye. She pulled it off the wall, holding it up against her body. “Liza! Look at this!”

Liza turned and looked at her friend. The red dress was so short you would probably be able to see up the bottom! Strategically placed cutouts were all over, showing more than it would conceal. “Are you really sure you want to wear that? What if Anakin sees you?”

“So what if he does? He won’t tell on me and he just might realize that I’m a woman now instead of a little girl.” Acaciah said, a wicked gleam in her eyes. She moved up the aisles toward Galaxa, clutching the dress to her chest like a prize.

Galaxa was pulling a pair of black leather pants off of the rack. In her other hand she had what looked like a vest decorated with silver studs and lots of fringe. She looked up at Acaciah, seeing the red dress and smiled. Galaxa pointed to a changing room off to the side and Acaciah steered towards it, grabbing a pair of red lace up boots with three-inch heels from the rack by the small room.

Liza was browsing through the racks, not quite as daring as her friend. She found a black bodysuit out of a glittery stretchy material along with a white leather mini skirt. Grabbing them both, she hurried over to where Galaxa was looking at the display of shoes and boots.

Galaxa looked over at her and nodded appreciatively. “You should get those white boots to go with it,” she said, pointing at a pair of go-go boots in the corner. Liza nodded, grabbing them eagerly before going into the changing room. Galaxa reached for a pair of spiky black heels. She ran her thumb across the tip, imagining how it would feel against Geo’s foot. Smiling happily, she followed the other two into the changing rooms.

Twenty minutes later, they were ready to go. Galaxa’s vest barely contained her ample chest, her creamy white skin peeking out in rounded mounds through the deep vee. The buttons strained to hold everything in. Her tummy was bare, a thin gold chain draped around it. The hip hugging tight leather pants caressed her long legs, ending right below her anklebone. The wide black belt holding them up had a gold buckle that gleamed in the lights. Her hair swirled loosely around her shoulders, gently caressing them in an ebony wave.

Acaciah’s dress left little to the imagination about what it was concealing. The cutouts showed the deep line of her cleavage as the soft globes were pushed up against the material. Her navel was bared and a small red jewel winked out of her bellybutton. Large cut outs over the hips revealed even more of her burnished skin. The dress ended two inches below her crotch with a line of fringe dancing and swaying with her every move. Her shiny red leather boots came up to mid thigh, laced up tightly, showing tantalizing glimpses of her skin, all the way down to her delicate ankles. Her hair hung in copper curls; loose and flowing over her shoulders like a cape of liquid fire.

Liza’s transformation was no less amazing. The tight black bodysuit embraced her generous curves, a deep line of cleavage peeking out above the rounded neckline. The iridescent fabric winked and gleamed with her smallest movement. The white leather mini tightly hugged her full hips before ending three inches above her knees. The white boots with their chunky heels zipped up to end right below the knee. Her hair was pulled up and off her face before cascading over her back in flaxen waves.

Galaxa nodded in satisfaction, throwing the proprietor a credit chip before slinking out of the shop, her heels making her hips sway with each step. Liza and Acaciah giggled at each other and ran out after her

Galaxa had arranged for their original speeder to return and they piled in, Liza and Acaciah staring at each other and giggling while Galaxa lit up one of her herbal cigarettes.

“Why do you smoke those things?” Liza asked her, her small nose wrinkling in distaste at the strong smell.

“They relax me.” Galaxa said, opening the window of the speeder slightly to let the smoke dissipate.

“So what is this place you are taking us to like?” Acaciah asked Galaxa suddenly as they sped through the city. Night had just fallen and the lights were twinkling outside of the windows.

“It’s a nightclub. Lots of dancing, drinking that kind of thing.” Galaxa murmured softly, a small knot of tension settling into her stomach at the thought of seeing Geo again. As much as she hated him, he still had that power over her; one look could send her into a puddle of ooze on the floor.

“Ooh!” They squealed in unison, their delight in the adventure growing, as they got closer to their destination.

“Stop that! You are acting like children.” Galaxa said sharply, trying to conceal her own nervousness, the knot growing larger and pinching slightly as the speeder stopped in front of a massive building with crowds of beings out in front of it.

“Sorry.” The girls mumbled in unison. They looked around eagerly as they exited the speeder, careful not to flash the people standing in front of them too much while they were doing so.

“How are we going to get in?” Acaciah asked Galaxa as they eyed the large crowd. Two large droids stood guarding the entrance, keeping the riffraff out and only leg ing in the invited guests.

“We have invitations. I have some connections down here, believe it or not.” Galaxa said with a strange smile. Mylo had come through for her, the invites having been delivered just hours ago. Despite her problems with his boss, she had Mylo’s undying gratitude for saving Geo’s life and he would do anything she asked.

Galaxa pushed her way up to the doors, handing three purple cards to the droid. He scanned them quickly before nodding and opening up the rope to let them pass. Acaciah and Liza looked around agog at the strange beings that hovered around the club, desperate to get in.

“C’mon.” Galaxa said impatiently. She wanted to get in and find a place to sit before the guys showed up.

They walked into the club, Liza and Acaciah’s heads swiveling left and right quickly to absorb everything. The club was beautiful, soft purple walls accented with flashing neon lights. Several levels of dance floors led off towards the back of the club, each rimmed with flashing white lights. Small tables were scattered in a random pattern on the floor leading up to the dance floor, each set with a small hurricane lamp whose real flames danced in the flower scented air.

Large silver poles were placed in strategic places all over the dance floor and the girls could already see several beings sliding up and down them in time to the music. “I want to do that!” Acaciah said, a determined gleam in her eyes.

“Drinks first ladies, then we can dance.” Galaxa said, turning towards one of the large bars set on either side of the room. Liza and Acaciah eagerly followed her, their eyes aglow with happiness.

Galaxa strutted up to the bar, banging on it to get the attention of the burly human bartender. He slouched over, ogling her before grumbling, “Whatcha want?”

“Shots. Snakebite for me and two slippery nipples for them.” Galaxa said, jerking her thumb towards the girls standing behind her.

“Sure.” He said, slouching away to go pour the drinks. He returned minutes later, setting them in front of her. “Twenty credits.” He smirked.

I don’t think so Galaxa thought as she pulled out the other card that had been delivered with the invitations. Handing it to the guy, she smiled slightly, leaning forward a little to show off her chest. The guy paled when he read the writing mumbmumbled under his breath, “on the house.” He set the card gingerly down on the bar and slunk off back to his corner, his eyes glinting with malice. Galaxa picked the card back up and stuck it in her pocket before grabbing her drink and upending it into her mouth. Acaciah and Liza reached eagerly for theirs, the alcohol burning a sweet, fiery path down their throats.

Galaxa slammed the glass down on the bar, looking over at the surly man in the corner and nodding her head. He grimaced before coming over to pour them another round. Three rounds later, they made their way to a small table in the corner that had an excellent view of not only the dance floor but the entrance as well.

Acaciah and Liza were squirming in their seats, wanting desperately to go out and dance to the pulsating music. Galaxa nodded at them and they jumped up eagerly, running over to the dance floor and staking out a space by one of the poles. Acaciah spun herself around it, hooking her leg on it and sliding up and down. Her dress bunched up around her hips, her red thong the only thing covering her crotch.

Liza stood right behind her, rubbing up against her as they moved to the music. Galaxa looked over at them and laughed, raising her hand to the waitress. The blond girl slinked over, leaning down and pressing her chest into Galaxa’s face. She pushed her away and growled for a whiskey, straight up.

A commotion started at the door, bringing Galaxa’s attention there. Geo had just arrived, his arm around the most gorgeous creature Galaxa had ever seen. Tall, built and beautiful, the girl hung on Geo’s arm like a trinket. Thick reddish hair flowed over her shoulders in a soft wave. Her white embroidered dress hugged her breasts before opening at the waist, baring her stomach, meeting again an inch below her navel. The bottom slinked along her legs in a tight column before swirling around her feet as she glided in the door.

Geo was dressed to the nines as well, a black, well fitting suit with a white shirt and neck cloth. Anakin and Joss were right behind him, scanning the crowd. They were outfitted in flowing silky shirts and tight leather pants, much like the last adventure that she had shared with them.

Galaxa cloaked herself so she could observe without being seen, her eyes narrowing as she saw Geo’s hand clutch tightly around the girl’s waist as he turned to reply to something Anakin said to him. Anakin and Joss separated themselves from Geo, going over to the bar to get a drink.

Two large men had come over to dance with Liza and Acaciah, eager to get in the middle of that sandwich. One pulled Liza back against his hips as his friend took her place behind Acaciah. The girls were just drunk enough to have lost their inhibitions and began moving and grinding with their new partners.

Geo and his entourage made their way to a large table in the corner, his lackeys swirling around him like flies on shit. Waving them away, he lit a huge cigar before sitting down in his large chair to observe the patrons. The redhead at his side perched gingerly on her chair, her eyes scanning the room as well. Her gaze narrowed as she caught sight of Acaciah and Liza on the dance floor. They were beautiful, dancing uninhibitedly, shaking and grinding against each other in time to the music.

Joss sat next to Anakin at the bar, both of them sipping their beers and lazily scanning the room. Joss nudged Anakin’s shoulder, directing his gaze to the dance floor. A redhead in a tight red dress and a blond in black and white were cavorting with two men. Anakin sat up straighter as he recognized the redhead, it was Acaciah! Joss looked closer, recognizing Liza as well.

* What the fuck are they doing here * Anakin pathed to Joss. Joss shrugged his shoulders, *Where the hell did they get those clothes? * he pathed back. They looked at each other before saying in unison “Galaxa.”

Joss started scanning the room for their friend as Anakin glared at the girls. Acaciah's dress left little to the imagination, and she had no business parading around in it in front of anyone but him! Joss nudged him again as he saw Galaxa sitting across the room from them, her eyes on Geo’s table. Anakin nodded and looked back at his girl, grinding her ass into that jackass’s hips!

* Acaciah! * Anakin pathed to her. She looked up, scanning the room. Catching his eye, she winked at him and blew a kiss before turning back to what she was doing.

Anakin rose, setting his drink on the bar; he had had enough of this shit, Joss following right behind him. Anakin stalked up the stairs, stopping right in front of Acaciah.

He stared icily at the asshole that was now pawing her breasts. “You can leave now.” Anakin said menacingly. The guy igd hid him, bringing up his other hand to pull her closer against his bulging crotch. Acaciah was oblivious, too caught up in the music and the alcohol to realize what was happening.

Joss stood next to Liza, watching her grind her ass backwards into her partner’s crotch. He saw red as he lifted his hands and Force shoved the guy over the railing. Liza looked up in shock as she saw the guy that Acaciah had been dancing with get the same treatment, joining his friend on the floor.

Liza raised her eyes to Joss’ face, watching the rage simmer in his eyes. She ran down the steps and back towards the table. He took off after her, grabbing her around the waist and stalking off into a private corner.

Sitting down in a chair, he pulled her into his lap and tipped up her chin for her to look at him. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused, and she was trying hard not to cry. Joss’ anger fled and he kissed her softly on the forehead before pulling her against his chest.

Acaciah flushed, realizing that Anakin was pissed and a bit more than she could handle in her current inebriated state. Anakin took her firmly by the shoulder, guided her to a table and pushed her into a seat. He plunked down next to her. “What the hell do you think you're doing?” Anakin demanded.

Acaciah's eyes widened; she found she had no voice to answer him. “I was just having some fun.” She finally offered, unable to meet his icy blue gaze.

“Fun?” Anakin repeated. He kissed her deeply, breaking off as he felt her arms try to slide up around him. “You think you are old enough to have some fun with a grown man, Acaciah? Let’s find out, shall we?” he said with a wicked smile, reaching for her again.

Mylo clucked nervously as he saw the two men go flying over the railing. He moved away from his position behind Geo, motioning to two lackeys to accompany him. This needed to be nipped in the bud, quickly. He couldn’t throw the Master’s friends out so it looked like the two unfortunate gentlemen on the floor would be getting the boot, again.

Geo sat forward, his gaze suddenly sharpening as he caught a flash of someone he thought looked familiar. He looked again and sure enough, Galaxa smiled softly at him, inclining her head marginally as he gawked. Standing up, he took a deep drink from his shot glass and threw it haphazardly over his shoulder. He left his date sputtering irately behind him as he strode quickly over to the small table where he had seen her.

By the time he reached it, it was empty. He turned to look around for her and ran right into her chest, his arms sliding up around her back to hold her steady. His lips were inches from hers, their lush fullness calling to him.

“Galaxa” he breathed, dipping his head, tasting her softly.

“This isn’t happening,” she said with belabored breath against his lips.

“Oh yes, it is.” Geo whispered into her mouth before he smashed his mouth back onto hers, her hands flew to his head frantically as she angled his face, cupping it in her hands.

She kissed him back, two and a half years of pent up desire raging inside of her, her tongue meeting his and tangling wildly. They kissed for several minutes before she pulled away from him.

He never saw the right hook coming. She belted him square on the chin and he stumbled backwards, falling to the floor. Two goons ran over, one grabbing Galaxa from behind as the other picked Geo up off the floor, he rubbed his chin and looked at her, struggling against her captor.

“What the fuck was that for?” Geo asked her, brushing himself off.

“You know what it was for.” Galaxa spat, still struggling to get free. Geo waved the men away, wanting some privacy.

Galaxa chose that moment pin pin on her heel and run out of the club. Geo went after her, waving off his henchmen again as he sprinted after her retreating form. They made it outside and halfway down the bloeforefore he caught her arm, spinning her around against him.

“Galaxa! Just what the fuck is your problem?” Geo panted, his arms banding around hers, trying to hold her still for him to talk to her.

“Let me go Geo, I mean it!” Galaxa screamed, struggling against his hold.

“Galaxa, would you just calm down and let me talk to you?” Geo grunted, tightening his hold.

“Why? So you can insult me some more? Or better yet, why don’t you tell me that you love me and then go back and parade your whores in front of me!” Galaxa raged, collapsing over his arm.

Geo sighed, deep resignation in his tone. “Two years and you’re still mad at me?” He released her and she stumbled before catching herself quickly, looking at him.

“I hate you!!.” Galaxa spat, her chest heaving, fists clenching at her side.

“We made love Galaxa, amazing, wonderful love and you you had to go and ruin it by leaving in a snit.” Geo said softly.

“Me? I ruined it? I didn’t tell you that I loved you and then call you a cold unfeeling bitch. That was all you Geo. You ruined it, not me!” Galaxa whispered brokenly, tears spilling quickly from her emerald eyes.

“Galaxa.” Geo breathed, unable to continue. She was right it was his fault. Galaxa looked up at him, reading his thoughts.

“You admit it?” Galaxa said as he dropped his eyes, raking his hands through his hair.

“Of course. You’re right.” Geo said, regret deepening his voice.

“So what was tonight? Why did you have to kiss me? I have been trying to get you out of my head for the last two years and then you have to go and kiss me? I can’t do this anymore Geo, it hurts too much.” Galaxa whispered, wrapping her arms around her waist and looking at the ground. “I die a thousand little deaths every time I see you, knowing that we can never be.” Her words hit like a blow to his stomach.

“Why were you even here?” Geo asked her softly, wanting to hold her, take away all the hurt and pain that was between them.

“I don’t know, I guess I wanted to get a little revenge on you and the guys for your last little escapade. Remember, the strip club?” Galaxa replied, watching him carefully.

Geo sighed again before patting his pockets for his cigarettes. Pulling out aut and lighting it, he took a deep drag before looking at her again. “That was my fault, I’m sorry. I wanted to see you again and I knew you wouldn’t come to me if I asked so I had them bring you. I was feeling sorry for myself and wanted you to hurt as much as I did.”

Galaxa looked at him in shock, grabbing the cigarette out of his hand and taking a pull on it herself. She exhaled quickly, the smoke wreathing around her head. “You were hurting? You really are a piece of work Geo! I can’t fucking believe this!” she said,turituring in the air as she stalked back and forth in front of him. He watched her, drinking in her beauty, she never ceased to amaze him, changing like quicksilver in the blink of an eye. His desire to have her back increased tenfold, burning in his soul.

Galaxa caught his thoughts and stopped her pacing. “We never had a chance Geo. I am a Jedi and as such am forbidden attachment. You never could understand that though,” Galaxa whispered, her tears coming again as she ground out the cigarette. “Stay away from me and I will stay away from you and maybe, just maybe we can forget that we ever even met,” she said softly, stalking away from him towards the club to find Acaciah and Liza, tears streaming down her face.

Geo watched her walk away, shaking his head. He’d managed to fuck everything up, yet again and this time he didn’t think there was any way to get her back.

Galaxa wiped eye eyes and walked back inside, scanning the room. She found Anakin and Acaciah sitting in a quiet corner, wrapped in each other’s arms, kissing softly. Joss and Liza were dancing, swaying gently to the music, Joss holding Liza up so that her head rested on his shoulder.

Galaxa watched them before turning around and leaving the club to hail a speeder to take her back to the Temple. Joss and Anakin would make sure the girls were okay.

Joss felt Liza fall asleep on his shoulder as the song ended. He looked up, pathing a silent message to Geo who had returned and dismissed everyone except the ever faithful Mylo and was now sitting at the bar getting very drunk.

* Geo. * Joss pathed. Geo’s head jerked up and he looked around in confusion.

*Geo, its Joss. Remember, we’re telepathic? * Joss’ flippant tone grated on Geo. He cursed under his breath, waving his hands in the air. “Mylo, go see what Joss wants,” he said irritably, reaching for the bottle again to refill his glass.

Mylo hurried over to where Joss was stepping down off of the dance floor, cradling Liza in his arms. He stopped at Anakin’s table where Acaciah was asleep as well. Bowing low before the two men, he clasped his three sets of hands together. “Master Astara thought you might need me?”

“Yeah, we need somewhere for the girls to sleep. There is no way we can get them back into the Temple in the state they’re in right now.” Joss said, looking over at Anakin, who nodded in agreement.

“Very good sirs, one room or two?” Mylo inquired, one set of hands reaching into his many-pocketed coat and pulling out a holopad.

Anakin and Joss looked at each other again, speaking silently before saying in unison, “Two.”

***

Acaciah tossed restlessly in her sleep. She dreamt she was dancing with Anakin, their bodies grinding against one another deliciously. He pulled her close to him and took her to a private corner where she sat in his lap and they kissed.

Anakin’s h wen went everywhere on her and she squirmed in delight. She tasted him from his luscious lips to the curve of his Adam’s apple. Anakin squeezed her breast, popping it out of the barely adequate covering to take her nipple between his lips. She gaspnd tnd tried to grind into him again, but he held her fast at her hips, teasing her, letting her know he was in charge.

She locked eyes with him a moment, then surrendered, arching her back. “Anakin,” she sighed. He gave a low growl and wrapped her legs around him. His hand snaked up her thigh into her panties, fingering her already wet sex. Acaciah moaned as he rubbed her bud until she thought she couldn’t stand it; he tore her panties away and unzipped his pants.

He impaled her on his member and she pistoned on it furiously. Part of her was shocked at how wanton she was, but the other part was too entranced to care. “Vatsama aya nia, mi priana,” he whispered in her ear as their bodies moved together in rhythm, peaking. “You are mine, Acaciah,” he said. “Soon we will be able to be together. Sleep now, love.” Acaciah slumped against him, too exhausted to question the suggestion.

She awoke with a headache in a strange room, lushly decorated. She was snuggled next to another body, much too big to be Liza. She breathed in the scent of him, sweet and familiar. She gasped softly when she saw who was lying beside her. Anakin! He had his arm slung over her hips. Where was she? Her eyes began to adjust to the low light. Anakin sat up and grinned at her. “Good morning, Acaciah. Did you sleep well?” He winked.

Acaciah was speechless. Anakin rose from the bed and stretched. His thin tunic and sleep pants left little to the imagination, and she bit her lip, a fragment of last night’s dream popping into her head. It was a dream, right? She took stock of her person; she was wearing panties and a large loose Jedi under tunic, too big to be hers. It looked big enough to be Anakin’s, she decided, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to know how she’d gotten from the tight leather dress of last night into this.

Anakin rang for the help, who brought caf and juice. “Drink,” he said. “Master Obi-Wan shouldn’t see you like this. He’d never let you go out unattended again!” Acaciah said little while she drank the caf he gave her. At length Anakin went to his pack and pulled out a fragment of stone. He showed her the fragment and said; "I found this at the temple your mother sent me to. I need you and Liza to help find out more about it. Your mother will send for you soon."

Acaciah looked at the squiggly writing and squinted; the lines seemed to even out till she could distinguish their meaning. "The Chosen of the Force…?" she read aloud. Acaciah groaned, her head aching; Papa told her not to worry about prophecies.

Anakin watched her read the text, hiding his pleasure. He was right, Acaciah was the prophesied Sakarte’s Daughter, the mother of them all…and she was going to be his, he could see that already. She desired him even now. Kenobi couldn’t keep them apart; Acaciah was a willful girl. Anakin found himself wondering if Joss was faring as well in the room across the hall…

***

Liza curled around Joss in her sleep, and he stroked her hair tenderly. She dreamt that they were dancing slowly, ignoring the world around them. The Council and its rules did not exist; Master Nehiri did not exist. All that mattered in the galaxy was the two of them. Joss kissed her, sending sweet shivers down her flesh. She moaned softly against his mouth as his hands traveled down her, squeezing the soft globes of her ass. They kissed and kissed, and it seemed to Liza that the room they were in changed. They were not at the club; they were in a bedroom, quite alone. She shivered, all nerves and ecstatic anticipation.

Joss smiled at her. “I love you, Liza,” he breathed, his gaze hungry. “I’ve always loved you.” He removed her clothes, nibbling at her neck, grazing down to the luscious curves of her breasts; suckling them taut, Liza gasping in pleasure. She tugged at his clotheserlyerly. Joss’ clothing slid away, and Liza sighed at his magnificence. He picked her up and carried her to the bed. Their bodies intertwined, caressing. Joss pushed himself inside her and Liza cried out in rapture.

Waking up the next morning, she wrinkled her nose as a soft hair blew against it, tickling her. She brushed her hand across her face, and slowly opened her eyes, blinking quickly. She tried to sit up but couldn’t move, a large arm and heavy leg pinning her to the bed.

Turning her head, she looked over into Joss’ sleeping face. A deep blush stained her cheeks as she struggled to remember the details of last night. Had they? No, he had wanted to stay away from her, pushing her away for the last two years. Liza sighed deeply, snuggling closer to his hard body, giddy at finally being this close to him after so long.

Joss stirred, opening his eyes and staring at her. She looked delectable, clad only in his tunic and panties. His body hardened instantly as he leaned up on his elbow to look at her, his hand teasing her ribs over his tunic.

Her indigo eyes slid to his and he inhaled quickly, seeing the desire simmering in their depths. He pulled himself away from her and stood quickly, adjusting himself as he stalked to the fresher.

Ten minutes later he returned, finding her sitting up on the bed and looking around the room in confusion. “Joss, what happened last night? Why am I here with you, in this room? Did we?” Liza stopped, her blush intensifying, unable to finish the intimate question.

Joss smiled and sat next to her on the bed, tipping her chin up with one long finger. Her eyes caught his and he pressed a soft kiss onto her lips. “Liza, I promise you that when I make you mine for the first time, you will most definitely remember it in the morning,” he whispered, moving his lips to her neck and suckling gently.

His words sent shivery tingles across her body, tightening her nipples and sending a pulsating need spinning through her body. She wanted him, badly and he knew it, wanting her just as much. She moved her hands to his head, running her fingers through the thick, inky tendrils as his lips caressed her soft skin.

He pulled away from her, his arousal hard and obvious. She looked down into his lap and blushed again. He laughed gently and stood, pulling her up and pushing her towards the fresher. If she stayed on the bed much longer, he was going to forget about wanting to wait and take her right here and now.

She came out twenty minutes later, dressed in her Jedi robes, finding him sitting at the small table that was now filled with breakfast. Her head hurt like crazy and she still couldn’t remember most of what happened last night. Sighing softly, she joined him at the table, reaching for the container of caf and pouring a large cup.

Joss watched her, sipping at the steaming liquid delicately, his desire to have her mounting again. He shook himself mentally, reaching down to the floor for his pack, pulling out a small stone fragment. He handed it to her, watching for her reaction.

She set her cup down, reaching for the stone and turning it in her hands. The text wiggled and shimmered, finally turning into recognizable symbols. “The Chosen of the Force?” she read aloud, raising her eyes to Joss’, seeing him smile and sit forward to grasp her hands.

“I knew it!” He crowed, standing up and pulling her with him, wrapping her into his embrace. He kissed her deeply, his tongue swirling into her mouth. Liza forgot everything except the feel of being in his arms. She kissed him back hungrily, her hands twining around his neck as he pulled her closer.

Joss pulled away, realizing that they were getting carried away. “Soon love. I promise. The time is not yet at hand for us to consummate our love,” he whispered, setting her away from him and taking the fragment of stone from her hands, securing it in his pack again.

Liza looked at him in confusion, tears springing to her eyes. She couldn’t take much more of this waiting. She wanted him; he belonged to her as much as she did to him. Why couldn’t he see that! Joss pulled her out of the room and downstairs, meeting Anakin and Acaciah in the lobby and the four of them riding back to the Temple in silence, Anakin and Joss pathing silently between them, sharing with each other what had happened.