All that has faded me within

Chapter 4
Then
Ky reached out to call his lightsaber to his hand, but Asajj was there before him, calling it to her own hand and igniting it as she did so. Only when she had a blade angled at either side of his neck in a cross like formation did she stop.
For several moments they stayed frozen like a paused holovid. Only the rain and the slow up-down motion of their chests as they caught their breath moved. The rain hissed as it evaporated on the blades upon contact. In her eyes, Ky could see the tell tale signs of a woman provoked, he had always suspected that this would be an issue with his apprentice, but never that it would manifest it’s self in such a way that was so sudden or so violent. How far would she have gone if he had not done what he had done next?

With a short sharp movement of his hand, palm facing outward in a pushing movement, he sent the young woman flying back through the air with all his might. Next, he motioned to pull both sabers from her hands. She landed several feet away in the mud with a dull wet thud, a defeated, humiliated expression worn upon her face.

The sound of footsteps in the wet earth approached her now. When at last he came into view, he merely looked down at her, disappointment in both his eyes and soul.

“ You should learn your place young one, you need to learn from your mistakes…and I see little learned here.”

His voice was stern, cold even, but he held out his hand to her to help her from the ground.
Unable to look her master in the eye, she pushed his hand aside and rose without his help. Back turned , she proceeded to walk away from him. Rather than follow, Narec would let her come to him. Perhaps this were a lesson she had better work out for herself?
He could not hide the fact however, that her sudden acceptance of anger did not worry him, she was his second padawan and this was not an issue he had faced alone before. Before he had the aid and advice of the Jedi council to call upon.

As Ky Narec ducked into the small shelter they had set up, he looked back to see Ventress sitting herself down on a craggy boulder several meters away. Sighing, he resigned himself to the fact that this may be a learning experience for the both of them. He would meditate on this matter too and the answers to what had caused this would come to him in time. He smiled slightly, his apprentice always nagged that he spent far too much time thinking and not doing. Perhaps she was right?

Soaked to the core or not, Asajj tried not to let the pelting cold rain bother her. She knew precisely why her master had reacted the way he had. She knew what she had done, but still she wished she could simply express what it was that had caused her to give in to her anger so readily.
On the outset it was apparent the trigger had been the training, a simple case of too much pride before the fall. Wanting to prove herself. That was just it thought, ever since that day on the balcony of the structure that had become their home, the first time she’d felt his guilt for wanting so much more than they had. Ever since that time she had been trying to prove herself worthy. She was no longer a fearful girl, but a woman who had come so far thanks to his teachings. He meant everything to her, so why could he not see it? Why would he not acknowledge how much she had grown and advanced not only physically, but in the ways of the force. It was as though if Ky acknowledged this, he was afraid of the consequences it would have.

The rain did not slow any and it was as if Ventress had just become aware of it. Her thoughts had been consuming, she knew Ky had sensed it too. Just like that day…he had felt it too, temptation.
Glancing back towards the shelter, Asajj resolved to sort this out, the sun should not be allowed to set on this, this time around.

Trudging back into the shelter, she found her master leaning over a small heat cell, cooking what appeared to be some form of broth. As she crossed the small space, he did not look up at her, but she sensed nothing but calm from the elder Jedi.

Slumping down on a small bunk roll, Asajj proceeded to wring the water from the folds of her dark robes. Ky then looked up, holding out a small bowl of the green tinged broth he had been preparing.
“ Here, it will help stave off the cold, force should do the rest.” He spoke in a soothing tone.

It was then that Ventress sensed her master’s eyes travelling over her form. Almost as soon as she had touched his mind, he closed it off to her, causing her to look at him, her expression and feelings a mixture of curiosity and confusion.
Placing the bowl in her open hands, he urged her reassuringly to drink. One sip was all it took to make the Rattatakian female wrinkle her nose in disgust. Coughing slightly at the strength of the sour liquid, she looked towards her master through watery eyes. He was sitting back on his haunches, laughing quietly to himself.
When her look of disgust turned to one of bemusement, he felt the need to explain his sudden bout of amusement.

“ Works better than it tastes, I assure you.” He paused “ Even so, I opted for warming myself by the heat cell.”
He smiled warmly, a smile that called that repressed part of her to life, he had sensed it, and she sensed him hiding his awkwardness.
She wanted nothing more than to reach out to him and show her master what she had become. To be blunt, she wished to make him understand, regardless of the consequences.
Perceptively, Ky Narec could feel the conflict within his padawan, it sought to make him feel more awkward than he did already, like a thousand eyes were upon him and he were standing in the middle of couruscant naked.
His skin flushed hot as once again his eyes glanced over Asajj’s contours. Once again she had sensed it, but instead of her mind telling him to stop, all he felt was want, need.

Her robes clung to her damp skin in all the places Ky’s roving eyes wished to see, accentuating her curves, revealing all and yet nothing at the same time. His imagination could do the rest.
She was looking at him now, that knowing looking in the pools of her dark eyes. It spoke volumes. He went to speak also, anything to divert from the fact he was finding this whole situation too tempting for his own good, but his voice caught in his throat coming out as nothing more than a hoarse whisper of her name.
She continued to look at him, expectantly. She expected something from him now and he was at a loss for words. All sense told him that what he was feeling was forbidden, against the Jedi code.
“ They abandoned you.” He could hear her mind whisper, “ We have each other, just as we did the day we met, we don’t need anyone else.”

It was as he had feared, she was far too attached, where had he gone wrong? How had he let this happen? What had he failed to teach? He knew deep down, it was not entirely on her part nor his.
He had practically raised Ventress, he couldn’t do this, not only was it forbidden, but he knew if he did, he too would never be able to let go.

“ Jedi should not have attachment.” He thought to reiterate the fact and allowing her to hear it.

And yet his mind was still in conflict with instinct. He felt her disregard his mental comment, shove it aside idly. She replaced it with a thought of her own. In her thoughts she often wondered what it would be like to lay with her master. To feel his touch and to completely surrender herself to his ministrations. But she had also always known that it would never happen like that. He would never simply take advantage of her like that would he?

Ky shifted uncomfortably sensing her thoughts. Vivid images flooded his mind, assaulting his senses, wearing him thin until his arousal grew so painfully hard that he needed to escape this small space before his feelings became all too consuming. Before he did the unthinkable.
A split second before he rose, she spoke.

“ Leave, If that is what you wish…But I know you felt it too.”
Still he continued to head for the exit.
“ You are afraid,” She added.

Narec stopped and turned to face her.

“ Afraid? Fear is…” He was cut off as Ventress gave a short, sharp mocking laugh.

“ Master, you speak the words of a collective mind, an order…not your own.”

Her words were harsh, but he could not help but understand where she was coming from. Everyone thought differently, and feelings were often defined by opinion.
Her tone softened again as she continued,

“ Do you think I cannot sense it? I see it in your eyes every time I exceed your expectations, you are afraid of what I am now, because admitting that opens you up to a new fear. You fear what you feel towards me now, so it serves you better to think of me then.”
Her eyes searched his for some sigh of understanding. Ky in turn, closed his own eyes, shaking his head sadly.

“ No Asajj,” He had to pause to collect his thoughts, when he opened his eyes, he saw that she had moved closer to him once again. “ I, I have come to terms with who and what you have grown into, I have watched you grow and see your potential as a Jedi…I cannot…I will not break the code to ruin your chances of becoming greater and exceeding all expectation for my own selfish needs!”

He saw a brief flash of hope in her eyes and he knew he had said too much. Need, he had said need. That was all it took to signify to her that her chance was now, and she was going to grasp it.

“ Potential? Master…Look at where we are…what we have achieved here, you still do not acknowledge it!” She sighed now, letting the ripples of anger she felt ebb away to nothing. She then continued.
“ The Jedi Order have abandoned you, I never would…It is not they who matter anymore.”

She brought a pale hand up to touch his cheek, his skin felt weathered beneath her fingertips, before he then shied away from her touch. Ky could not bring himself to look at his Padawan, but he could sense the hurt in her, she was also afraid. Scared that she would loose him now, as she had once lost all else that mattered in her life. A hard wave of guilt flooded his mind, how could he have been so insensitive? Ky Narec returned her gesture, placing one hand gently beneath her chin to guide her to look at him. He was sorry and she would see that in his eyes.
Thumb resting against her pale cheek, he softly wiped away any tears that had fallen. In his mind he recalled when he had done similar to her as comfort in the past, but he sensed only confusion here. Asajj brought up her dark eyed gaze to look him in the eye now. That familiar searching look upon her harsh, pale features.
Feeling only a surge of emotion from his apprentice, he had little time to contemplate it as Asajj seized the moment, leaning in to kiss him fully and deeply.

Frozen, Narec’s only thoughts were to pull away, letting this last would be his undoing. His head in conflict with the rest of his body, it soon became apparent which part of him would win over the other as he felt himself grow painfully aroused once more. In what could have only been seen as a futile, half hearted attempt of refusal to go along with this, he attempted to push away from her weakly, drawing away from the kiss.
Asajj however, was having none of this, she drew herself closer to her master, pressing herself against him as her arms trailed around to his back, where they rested a while. She rested her face in close to his for a long moment, just letting her soft lips brush against his teasingly, trying to provoke a reaction.

Her breath was sweet and hot, falling in shallow breaths which only added to the teasing sensation. As she finally pulled away Ky could hear a voice at the back of his mind almost screaming at him for letting her do so without savouring another lingering kiss.

Unseen to Narec, Asajj smirked knowingly as she leaned round to whisper in his ear, lips dancing over his earlobe softly as she spoke,
“ You want this, do not think I cannot sense it…I have known for a long time, I see the way you look at me, so here is your chance, take it, take me”

He went to speak, but words failed him as she pressed her lips to his once again and this time, he could not help but reciprocate. His tongue probed her sweet tasting mouth, drawing out a muffled moan of need from his apprentice, while his hands trailed down her sides to the curve of her hips. One hand snaking round to grasp her toned backside before moving up to caress the curve of her spine through the damp fabric that still clung to her body.

Her hands were everywhere too, toying with the fastening of his robes’ outer tunic. It was through an action that no Jedi master would accept, that she unfastened his robes. But this were after all, no ordinary situation.
A small gesture of a flick from her right hand and the fastenings came free, leaving Asajj to do the rest without the use of the force. She wanted to savour every last moment of this and as she slipped her hands under the fold of his heavy, damp robes, she felt her palms come into contact with his flesh. She knew she had made the right decision. Passing her hands over his taut chest and round his shoulders, she slid the constrictive fabric free of her master’s form letting it fall to the ground.

Ky’s knees felt weak as he leaned into to steal another kiss from his apprentice, how could something that was so forbidden for a Jedi feel so good? Perhaps that was just it. The weakness in his knees only worsened as Asajj let her kisses trail down to the exposed skin of his neck. It was as much as he could take. Knees buckling beneath him, he fell backwards onto his bunk, pulling the padawan down on top of him. She must have controlled the fall at some stage, as the landing was barely felt by him.

Kissing her feverously, his hands were now at the fastenings of her own robes, fingers fumbling to gain good purchase on the wet fabric urgently. When at last he did catch hold of the fabric ties, he felt somewhat reluctant. This was taking advantage wasn’t it? That order-raised part of him told him certainly. It was then he felt her reach out to him in the force, pouring nothing but encouragement and want into his thoughts until she felt him continue with what he’d been doing.
Pulling the ties loose, Ky proceeded to peel the water soaked fabric away from her pale skin, exposing her pert breasts that were barely hidden by the binding that supported them.

Taking a moment to admire what he saw, he was sure he saw a small hint of a blush chase across Asajj’s cheeks as she gazed back at him. His fingers made short work of the supportive binding, his fingertips occasionally brushing against the dark circles of her arousal hardened nipples. Each brief contact caused her to whimper slightly with expectation.

Asajj had remained relatively passive up to this moment and removed herself from straddling her master so as to relieve him of his trousers. His undergarments went the same way, his hard arousal engorged cock exposed to the muggy air. Now it was her turn to smirk once more, as devious look upon her face she next requested that her master attempt to stand.

Once more she gently pushed the doubts he had away from the forefront of his mind, filling the force with good feeling and encouragement until Ky complied. Perceptively, he had of course, felt the weight of Asajj’s will pressing down on his mind, urging him to do as she wanted. Narec also knew that his own will and force powers were far superior to his Padawan’s, he could have prevented her from doing this at any point, couldn’t he?

The seed of doubt had until this point, lay dormant in his mind. He’d always known she would grow to become powerful, more so than he eventually. Had that day come sooner than he had expected? All thought vacated his mind suddenly, replaced by a sudden rush of pleasure at feeling his apprentice teasingly lick the full length of his painfully hard arousal. Briefly, Asajj looked up with longing eyes full of need, before she gave the head of his swollen cock another gentle lick, lapping up the bead of pre-cum that had formed there.
In return Ky let out a low moan of repressed pleasure, perhaps frustration too. He wanted her to take him, to spill his seed into her willing and very capable mouth. Yet she continued to tease him, licking his full length, eyes filled with wanton need as her hand joined in to add to the plethora of sensations he was feeling already. Moaning deeply, growling almost at some point, it was as much as he could do not to influence her to stop her teasing, to simply allow him the release he so desperately and painfully needed.

“ Padaw..Asajj!” He bit out in a hoarse tone, laced with sexual tension.
He need not have attempted to tell her what it was that he wanted, the hands on the top of her head told her enough. Especially as every so often her master would apply pressure.

She drew away suddenly, drawing out a hiss from him. Wagging a finger as she tutted slightly, that sly smirk playing across her dark lips,
“ Now now, patience.” She whispered seductively before she gave him what he craved.

Taking him into her mouth until his cock were completely engulfed as she swallowed, she lingered there, just letting him enjoy the sensation before slowly drawing back until just the head of his shaft was covered. Giving it an attentative lick, she then proceeded to slide his shaft in and out of her mouth effortlessly. His hand on the back of her head, clawed for grip on the hairless surface. His breath fell in increasingly ragged breaths as the force filled with his desperate need for release. He was so dangerously close to the edge. One more thrust was all it took to send her master cascading over and he gripped her shoulders for support, biting out a cry of pleasure as he spent himself into that sweet mouth of hers.

Asajj dared look up when she felt his hands leave her shoulders. Ky looked back at her with eyes filled with lust. He could sense fear in his apprentice, fear of rejection, fear of losing him. But her fears could not have been more misplaced. Reaching out to her, he drew her close once more, kissing away her doubts, tasting the faint tang of himself as he did so. Narec now lay his apprentice down on his bunk, it couldn’t be too comfortable down there.
He allowed his hand to go back to toying with her arousal hardened nipples, taking great pleasure in hearing her moan and whimper at the contact. She in turn kissed him deeply again, stifling her sounds as if afraid someone would hear all the way out here. His hands trailed lower, heightening her pleasure and he poured into the force all of the thoughts he was having about taking her here and now.
Teasingly, probing fingertips found her sex and took great delight in teasing her soft wet opening. Occasionally Ky let his thumb brush against her clit, causing her to thrust up towards his hand almost silently begging for more. However, Asajj made a bitterly disappointed sigh when she realised that was all he was doing…teasing her as she had him. When she opened her eyes, she could see him smirk deviously which prompted her to speak.

“ Take me, Mark me as yours!”

That was all the encouragement he needed, as strong willed as his Padawan was, he now wanted to do something for her.
‘Once you cross this line, there will be no going back.’ The voice at the back of his mind reminded him.
This time it were he who pushed back the thought. Other Jedi had crossed the same boundaries had they not? And none of them to his knowledge had fallen to the dark side, had they?

Tenderly, he continued his ministrations once more, she looked up at him somewhat questioningly through her pleasure. She wanted to know if he was ready to commit himself to this task. In return she felt his lust and need radiate back through the force bond they shared.

His once flaccid length had already grown unbearably hard again in anticipation, and the somewhat coy way she presented herself to him was not aiding the relief either. Leaning over her, he kissed her deeply as he finally sheathed his length in her wet heat to the hilt. Moaning loudly as she felt him fill her, she let her hands clasp his shoulders drawing him down so she could kiss him tenderly while he slowly began to move in and out of her velvet folds.
Even at this agonizingly teasing pace, he had to call on the force to prevent himself from letting this end too soon. Ky picked up the pace seconds later, thrusting into her harder and faster, causing the pair of them to voice their pleasure. Asajj reciprocated his thrusts, pushing up to meet his every move. Feeling the tension build within his Padawan, Ky Narec let his concentration on the force slip some, and immediately felt the sudden rush of pleasurable sensation, tension , flood back into him.

Her eyes were closed more often than not now, but he knew he was in her thoughts. He could feel her lost in her feelings, savouring every moment of this once all encompassing victory she would have over him. Asajj Felt the tension rise more so, and then some more until she could do nothing but let the sensation take over as wave after extreme wave of orgasm washed over her. It started at her core, and branching outwards it tore a last cry of desperate pleasure from her mouth.
Feeling her tensing all around him as well as the explosion of sensation in the force, gave Ky no choice but to give into his own pleasure as a sharp wave of sensation hit him, causing him to buck his hips and thrust fully unto her. His liquid heat tore out of him and into her writhing form.

For a good few moments, their last moans of exaughsted pleasure filled the space around them. And only when the last waves of orgasm had finally ebbed to nothing, did he withdraw and come to rest beside her. Neither of them said anything as Ky took Asajj into his comforting arms, they didn’t need to. Theirs was a bond where all could be expressed through the force. Both of them lay there waiting for the storm outside to subside. It would soon be time to move out.


Now

Hot tears of anger and bitter pain burned and stung the eyes of Asajj Ventress as she looked up at the form of her own Geonosian fan-blade .
At the controls sat ARC trooper Alpha, from the open hull hatch she could clearly see the form of Jedi master Obi-Wan Kenobi. In his hand, he tightly help the stolen lightsaber of a certain Jedi Master Ky Narec. He was beyond hearing distance now, but her anger and pain burned deeply in the force.

At her back she heard the approaching footsteps of one of her guards, he stopped short, knowing better than to approach too far.
“ He took your ship?” He commented astounded.

For a moment, the poor man thought he should have chosen his words more carefully, as he watched the rise and fall of her shoulders.
Asajj turned suddenly, causing the man to flinch. But instead of punishing him as she might have, she pushed past him, head turned away from him as she spoke.
“ He stole more than that.”