Unification

Part Four

One year later…

“Jossiah, you must not persist in this matter.” Master Vale paced the small room, running his hands through his hair in frustration. Dealing with his former padawan’s unusual feelings left him with a massive headache and he could already feel a monstrous one coming on.

“I love her.” Joss stated quietly but firmly. “And she loves me. You know it’s true Master, why do you and the Council seek to keep us apart? We were destined to be together, why else did she survive the destruction of the colony if not for me to find her?”

“Jossiah! Think about what you are saying! Love? You are going against the very grain of the Jedi order! A Jedi shall not know love, attachment is forbidden. You tread a dangerous path, one that will lead you to the dark side. This will be your final warning, you understand that?” Master Vale grabbed Joss by the upper arms, staring deeply into his eyes, trying to make him understand.

“I obey the will of the Force, Master, not the whims of the Council. If they punish me for loving her, so be it. I will not be denied in this.” Joss said calmly, looking down into the sad face before removing his Master’s hands from his arms and stalking from the room.

“Jossiah, all will be lost if you aren’t.” Master Vale shook his head sadly, sinking to the floor in defeat.

***

Acaciah sat beside her Papa in the docking bay, wiping sweat from her brow. Obi-Wan Kenobi looked frustrated as he attempted to work the hyper drive into shape.

“Blast!” Kenobi finally said aloud. “I am going to meditate. I cannot work on this in this state. I am supposed to go before the Council before dinner.”

Acaciah handed Papa a towel to dry his hands with. “Maybe we should just take it to a mechanic,” she suggested.

“Or maybe one should just come to you instead,” a familiar voice said.

“Anakin!” she exclaimed, rushing to hug him as he entered the room.

“Is your ship giving you trouble, Master Kenobi?” Anakin asked. “Would you mind if I have a look at it?”

Obi-Wan regarded his former apprentice, who strutted across the room as if he owned the place. Anakin had always held an overconfident streak, ever since he was a child. Obi-Wan tried to rein it in, but now that Anakin was on his own he saw it taking over his personality. “I’m sure there would be better uses of the Chosen One’s time,” he said, letting the subtle barb fly.

Anakin kept a poker face. “Nonsense, Master Ki. i. You go meditate, and I’ll show Acaciah how to fix one of these babies. She’ll need to know, after all, she’s not always going to be your little Padawan.”

Kenobi frowned, but could not find a convincing argument to send Anakin away. He left to meditate. * Kindly watch your tongue, Anakin. Acaciah is still a young lady * he pathed as he departed.

Anakin grinned at Acaciah, and took off his tunics and tabards. Acaciah tried not to stare. She’d never really seen a man half-naked before in person, and this one was a fine specimen. His synthleather pants clung to his muscular thighs. She tore her eyes from Anakin’s rippling chest to the bucket of tools Papa had been working with. Anakin cleared his throat and stopped her in her tracks. “You’re going to need to take those off,” he said. “We’re going to get dirty.” Seeing her mortified look, he laughed. “If you leave on your bottom tunic and roll up the sleeves you should be fine,” he said.

Acaciah nodded, not trusting her voice. She took off her outer tunics and tabards, leaving only a soft clingy white under tunic that displayed her now generous feminine curves, and her aroused nipples.

Anakin smirked. She was his, even if she didn’t realize it yet. If he could get away with it, he’d like to take those tender little nipples and tease them with his tongue. He’d bet none of the boys her age had the balls to try and play with them, and even ify hay had, they didn’t know what to do with them. He’d make her scream…

“What do you need me to work on?” Acaciah asked.

Anakin passed her the bucket. “Hold these for now.”

Acaciah looked at Anakin again. He had a T-shaped glyph on his right bicep. “What is that?” she asked.

“It’s a tattoo,” he replied. “It stands for a commitment I’ve made. It is the mark of a warrior.”

“We aren’t supposed to be aggressive,” Acaciah said. “It’s against the Jedi Code.”

“The Code doesn’t always follow the will of the Force,” Anakin said, eyes narrowing. He swaggered toward her. “Sometimes there are better things for Jedi to do,” he said, his gaze intent on Acaciah, who bit her lip.

Anakin began working on the ship. His hands went everywhere on it; he treated Acaciah almost as if she weren’t there. He leaned right over her several times, brushing his bare chest against hers, making her nipples ache. He bent over the engine, giving Acaciah a generous view of his tight ass and thighs. Acaciah licked her lips in spite of herself. She was trying to keep her thoughts quiet, but she could feel her panties getting wet. Gods, did he know what he was doing to her? She’d die if he did.

Anakin’s voice came muffled from the engine.

“What did you say?” she asked.

Anakin stood up and wiped grease from his torso and face. “I said I think we’re finished.”

“You missed a spot,” Acaciah said, wiping grease from his face. “I didn’t get any on me,” she grinned.

“Can’t have that,” he replied, catching her by the wrist. He placed a dirty handprint on her backside, and she squealed. “Don’t squirm, Acaciah, you’ll make it worse!” he said, pushing her into him. “You’ve grown up, haven’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” she replied.

“You don’t have to call me sir,” he said, gazing into her eyes. “You’re beautiful, Acaciah,” he continued, his tone softening. “I’ll make you my wife soon.”

“Wife!” she exclaimed. Gods, was he mad?

“You’re supposed to get married and have babies,” Anakin said. “It’s the prophecy of your birth, darling. You can’t get away from it. I did mine, killing the Sith Lord. You’ll do yours when you’re ready, and I will be waiting, Acaciah.” She was speechless. Anakin placed a tender kiss on her parted lips, his tongue snaking into her mouth. She made a muffled moan against his lips as his hands cupped her backside.

Anakin withdrew his lips from her regretfully; he’d have to play this out carefully or the Council would punish them for sure. His dear friend Joss had discovered that recently. “I am going to ask Obi-Wan’s permission to court you, darling. When I have it I will start building a house for you. I already have the plans drawn up. I want everything to be perfect for you.”

Acaciah found no words to describe how she felt; she wanted to dive on him in a frenzy, she wanted to thank the Force for creating such a marvelous being and making him fall in love with her. Anakin smiled at her. “We should go," he said, “before I forget that my intentions toward you are honorable, mi priana.”

“What does that mean?” she asked. “Mi priana, I mean. It sounds familiar.”

“It is Fiona, darling, the language of your people. It means you are my flower.”

Anakin took her hand and led her back to her living quarters. He kissed her again before he left. He sensed the hunger he aroused in Acaciah, and it pleased him. He wished he could sate their desire immediately, but the repercussions might destroy his delicate plans. He needed to have the Jedi Council in the palm of his hand for this to go right. A sex scandal would not do right now. Besides, he thought, grinning wickedly as he exited her chambers, there were other ways he could pleasure his love.

~~

Anakin went to his own quarters and listened for Acaciah’s reaction to their meeting. She was flustered, and aroused. He grinned wickedly and slipped out of his clothes. She was sitting at her desk, trying to collect her thoughts and calm herself. Fuck that, Anakin thought. Let’s have some fun instead, and began sending her nasty thoughts.

Acaciah was squirming in her seat. She felt as if she might melt; she was so hot and wet between her legs. She couldn’t stop picturing Anakin’s delicious ass and how she’d like to grab onto it as he rammed into her pussy. Her fingers slipped into her panties, fingering her own wetness. I shouldn’t do this, she thought. He might hear me.

Nah, the thought came to her. And even if he did, so what? He wants to marry you; he’d want to feel you getting off on him. He’d love it…

She sighed and began fingering herself harder. Wouldn’t it be nice to feel his fingers there? The little voice prompted. Acaciah gave a tiny moan at the thought. You should take those panties off, Acaciah, and let him lick that pretty pussy. She obliged, her clothes falling into a puddle on the floor.

Anakin, in his room, gave a ferocious groan as she followed his suggestion. He was going to give her the Force Fuck of her life now. He wanted to get her in front of the mirror so he could watch her get off on his deft touch. He began stroking his own shaft, and touched her mind again.

Acaciah dropped onto her bed in front of the mirror on her dresser. She rubbed her eager clit, a frisson of pleasure running through her as she did so. She licked her lips, wondering what Anakin would taste like if she could touch him so intimately. But he wants to lick you now, my sweet, the voice whispered into her mind. Relax. Let him touch you. Acaciah felt the exquisite sensation of warmth and wet, and then unbelievable pleasure as Anakin drew her tender bud into his mouth. She felt the pressure of him pressing against her as he had in the hangar earlier. She moaned, “Anakin!” and her hips rocked with tiny thrusts as he pleasured her.

Anakin groaned, teased as she cried his name. He pushed her flat onto her bed, legs in the air. He pumped his shaft furiously now, letting her feel his stokes inside her heated pussy. “Vatsama aya nia, mi priana!” he hissed into her mind. “Open yourself to me, my flower, open your pussy to me!”

Some part of Acaciah’s mind might have thought it strange that her whole bed was rocking but she felt so good she couldn’t stop; Anakin was pumping inside her. He had pushed her hands away from her pussy and she was fingering her nipples, letting him work her good. She started moaning his name; he pumped her even harder. She writhed in ecstasy, shuddering into a furious peak.

***

"Do you ever think about Anakin as a man, what it would be like to be with him?" Liza asked Acaciah as they sat watching the two during lightsaber practice.

"All the time." Acaciah said softly, watching the two men spar with each other, their blades a blur of motion, surring ing them in a cocoon of light.

"I've been having the strangest dreams. Especially since that night we went out with Galaxa” Liza confessed, looking down at her hands. "Joss visits me, telling me that he loves me, that the time is finally right."

"Is that all?" Acaciah probed, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"No!" Liza said vehemently, a blush stealing up her cheeks. "He touches me, intimately, the way that I have been wanting to touch him forever!" Liza had never told a soul what had happened in the room the next morning after they had gone to Geo’s club, holding those memories tightly to her and cherishing them.

"Lucky you. If I didn't love Anakin so much, I would be jealous. Joss is a beautiful man." Acaciah said softly, patting her friend's hand.

"I’ve loved him from the very beginning, when he rescued me. I knew that he was never going to hurt me or leave me alone. Before it was like he was my family, but now. I just don't know. I have all of these feelings that Master Nehiri tells me I shouldn't give in to. And then after he pushed me away two years ago, I thought that he only loved me as a little sister but now, Oh Acaciah, I want those dreams to be real!" Liza wailed softly, watching Joss move with an intensity that was frightening.

"Then they will." Acaciah said matter-of-factly.

"But how, what?" Liza sputtered, her gaze slipping back to her friend's face.

"Anakin has been doing the same thing to me. Those two are very strong in the Force and can do things that other Jedi can't do. Mama says that some men and women can project a part of themselves across distances. Everything that is happening is real except they aren't there in person. It's their soul that touches yours." Acaciah explained, her eyes continually straying to watch Anakin's well-muscled body as he parried with Joss. The men had discarded their tunics and were jousting with only their tight pants on. Barefoot, they nimbly danced their way across the practice mat, blades swinging in constant motion, blue against silver.

* They are watching us again. * Joss 'pathed to Anakin, catching a glimpse of the two beautiful girls in the corner.

* I know. * Anakin replied, the amusement evident in his tone. * They always watch us. Must have something to do with our nocturnal visits. * He flashed Acaciah a wicked grin before launching into a spinning attack. Joss parried it easily and turned it back against him, catching Liza's eye and winking at her.

* Has she accepted yet that you are really there and it’s not a dream? * Anakin asked his friend as they slowed down, preparing to end their training session.

*I'm not sure. She is jumpy around me all the time and blushes incessantly. I am half tempted to sneak into her room tonight and do what I want to do in person. I'm about half mad with wanting to actually feel her move underneath me, especially since I’ve been waiting two years for her to be ready! * Joss said as they bowed to each other and walked over to where the girls were sitting, giggling behind their hands.

* Did you like what you saw, little one? * Joss 'pathed to Liza, drawing her eyes to his sweaty, muscular body. Her answering blush gave him his answer. She mumbled something to Acaciah and scrambled to her feet, running from the room.

"Was it something I said?" Joss asked Acaciah. She shrugged her delicate shoulders and rose to go after her friend.

"Maybe it's something you've done." Acaciah replied cryptically, squeezing Anakin's hand quickly before leaving the practice room.

"Now I know its working Joss." Anakin said, slapping his friend on the back and laughing. Chuckling, they walked out the door and towards their quarters.

"Maybe I will do a little meditation, I can bet that is what she is doing right now." Joss said, winking at Anakin and turning down the hallway to his room.

Anakin shouted in laughter as he walked down the opposite hallway to find Acaciah.

~~

Liza wasn't meditating after all. She was ensconced in Acaciah's room, trying on forbidden clothing. The soft silken dresses were gifts from the Lady Miriam to her daughter. The Fiona were different than the Jedi and Acaciah's mother was determined to have some infce wce with her only child.

"You should wear that one, it makes your skin glow." Acaciah said as Liza spun in a small circle, the white satin shift swirling softly about her body, hugging her curves.

"Do you really think I'm doing the right thing? I just can't stand it anymore! I have to touch him, he's driving me crazy!" The words tumbled from Liza's lips in a jumbled rush, her emotions in high gear after watching Joss' half naked body paraded in front of her for the last half hour.

"I do. The man obviously wants you, you can see it in his face." Acaciah said, grinning at her beautiful friend, dancing around the room in joy.

A knock on the door startled the girls from their reverie. "It's Anakin!" Acaciah said quickly, handing Liza her robe. The blond girl quickly shoved her arms through the holes and pulled the voluminous garment tight around her body. When she was thoroughly covered, Acaciah sauntered over to the door and opened it, finding a still sweaty, half-naked Anakin leaning lazily against the jamb.

"What took you so long?" He drawled, his eyes raking Acaciah’s body before darting to Liza's flushed face peeking out of her robe.

"Nothing. May I help you?" Acaciah asked him saucily, waving her hand behind her back for Liza to leave. She complied quickly, sliding around Anakin's huge form to get out of the door.

"He went to take a nap." Anakin said to her as she brushed against him. Her startled indigo eyes darted to his face, a blush staining her cheeks. Liza mumbled something unintelligible and ran down the hallway.

Anakin shouted witughtughter before coming into Acaciah's room. She looked him over, appraising him. "Papa isn't here." She said haughtily, going over to the bed and pulling the coarse coverlet over the profusion of gaily-colored silks. He had already seen them however and guessed what the girls were discussing. Joss is about to become a very lucky man, he thought to himself with a chuckle.

"I didn't come to see him, I came to see you." Anakin said, his eyes suddenly turning dangerous. He reached out to touch a copper curl that lay over her breast, running the silky hair between his thumb and finger before looking into her eyes, staring deeply.

A flush crept up Acaciah's cheeks as the hotness of his gaze caused her sex to moisten and her nipples to contract, pushing against her tunic. "Me, whatever for?" she asked him shakily.

"I have a message for your mother." Anakin said, stepping closer to her, his musky scent filling her nostrils. She gulped audibly as his hand came up to caress her soft lips, his thumb brushing across them gently. "Tell her I said thank you." Anakin whispered, his mouth inches from hers.

Acaciah opened her mouth in anticipation, wanting to feel his tongue mating with hers. The door opening suddenly made them both start, jumping back from each other.

Obi-Wan stood in the doorway, glaring at them with hard blue eyes, his mouth set in a grim line.

***

After meditating for several minutes, searching for Liza with the Force, he had given up and showered before slipping into his bed. He closed his eyes, falling asleep immediately, a useful trick that he had learned while out in the field with his Master.

Joss was having a potent dream. Liza was in his arms, gloriously naked. Her long honey blond curls caressed his heated skin, her dewy lips pressing softly against his own, licking his bottom lip, begging for entrance.

Waking instantly when the door opened with a soft whoosh, he reached out with his senses. It was Liza, sneaking into his room, trying not to make any noise. He could smell her delicate perfume, a mixture of vanilla and spice from Corellia, one of his many gifts to her over the years, drifting into the room ahead of her. Lifting his eyelid a quarter of an inch, he watched her approach him, the white silken shift she wore clinging to her curves. His body hardened instantly in response. Oh, lovank ank the gods you finally came to me, he thought smiling slightly.

Liza stood next to his bed, watching him sleep. His hair, still wet from the shower, lay in inky black tendrils spreading over the small pillow. The coarse blanket was pulled up to his waist, leaving his broad, muscled chest bare to her heated gaze. She inhaled softly, reaching out to touch his nipple, watching it tighten in response to her gentle touch. So intent was she on looking at his body, she failed to realize that sil silver gray eyes had snapped open at her first tentative touch and were regarding her with a mixture of naked desire and love.

"Nice outfit," he whispered softly, grabbing her wrist before she could bolt at the sound of his voice.

Her indigo eyes flew to his face, the crimson stain of her blush spreading over her cheeks and down to her heaving chest. "Joss!" She squeaked, trying to pull out of his grip.

"Liza, you came here for a reason. Care to tell me what it was?" he asked her, sitting up. The blanket fell off his lap, revealing his nakedness and the clear evidence of his desire for her. Her gaze locked on his crotch, her eyes widening in fear as she saw exactly how large it really was. He pulled on her wrist softly, bringing her closer to him.

"I, I-" she stammered, trying to think of a good excuse, unable to draw her gaze away from his body.

Joss laughed softly, pulling her down onto the bed with him, rolling her underneath his hard body. "You came because you want me." He said matter-of-factly, trailing a fingertip over her gaping lips. Her tongue darted out to moisten them and his rigid member tightened even more at the delicious sight.

"I, um, the dreams, oh Joss." She stammered again, her gaze dropping to his bronzed chest.

"They weren't dreams love. I didn't know for sure if you realized that. It really happened, you and me. Although I am glad that you finally came to me in person, there is much I would do with you." He said softly, reaching out to tip her chin up to make her look at him.

"What, what do you mean they weren't dreams? Acaciah was right; you really were visiting me, touching me? Is this finally true? You want me like I want you, have wanted you for the last two years?" Liza whispered raggedly, the closeness of his hard body wreaking havoc on her senses, his warm, masculine scent filling her nostrils, a mixture of spicy heat and potent male.

"Oh yes love." Joss laughed, running his finger down into her ample cleavage, her skin jumping under his touch. Her nipples puckered and tightened, pushing up against the thin silk.

"But, Master Nehiri says its wrong for me to have these feelings. I am a Jedi and we aren't allowed to love." Liza stammered, his touch sending burning flames of desire coursing over her nerve endings.

"Master Nehiri says a lot of things, so does the Council. You are human; it is in your nature to love and to be loved. Liza, we have been destined for this from the moment I picked you up out of the ruins of your home. You belong to me, body and soul as I belong to you. We are one soul in two bodies." Joss said, moving on top of her, settling his weight in between her legs, her own opening wider to allow him access.

She felt his hardened length pressing intimately against her, her breath coming in short gasps as the desire and passion that his touch was causing started to center itself in her lower body, radiating warmth outward.

"Let me love you." Joss whispered against her lips, his hand caressing her face. Pulling away slightly, he looked down at her, the love he had for her clearly evident in his gaze. She looked up into his silver eyes, her own shining with unshed tears and nodded yes, unable to trust her voice.

His head dipped, capturing her lips with his own. Her mouth opened under his and his tongue swept inside, taking possession. Her arms slid around his back, running along the smooth lines of muscle. He trailed kisses down her neck and along the edge of the silken shift that she wore.

Pulling away from her, he slid the thin straps down her arms, baring her beautiful breasts to his heated gaze. "You are perfect,” Joss said against her soft skin, his lips sucking and licking a trail of fire across the taut globes. Her nipples pressed insistently into his cheek, begging for his touch. He complied, taking each one into his hot mouth, licking and sucking them. Sitting up, he pulled the clothing from her body, tossing it to the floor behind him.

Liza's ragged moans were driving him insane, egging him on. He moved lower, swirling his tongue across her stomach, licking and sucking his way down to her mound. Liza bolted upright at the first touch of his lips. He pulled away and pushed her gently back down. "Relax love, let me pleasure you, like I have been wanting to for so long" he whispered before moving his mouth back to her.

He slid his tongue into the slick folds, finding her nub and tickling it gently. Her hips bucked up off the bed and only his strong arm holding her down kept her from bouncing off the bed. His tongue laved her, dipping into the scented warmth, tasting her essence. She screamed his name in ecstasy as the first contractions hit, sending wave after wave of delicious heat spinning across her body.

Joss inserted a finger into her wet warmth, feeling the slight barrier of her maidenhead. He stroked it softly, wringing a passionate sob from Liza. He moved back up her body, taking her mouth in a torrid kiss as he positioned himself at her entrance. Driving deeply, he tore through the thin barrier, her pained scream swallowed by his mouth.

Tears gathered in her indigo eyes and spilled over at the pain. Joss settled against her hips, giving her time to adjust to his intrusion. Liza sobbed softly, her face pressed into his hand. "I'm so sorry my love, it only hurts the first time, I promise" Joss whispered, his mouth moving to her neck to lick and suckle on her pulse point.

Liza swallowed her tears, burying her face into his shoulder as his lips teased her skin. The pain was starting to fade and when he moved slightly, another sensation started to build. She moved against his hips, grinding hers into him as the waves of rapture began again, singing along her nerves. Joss began to move with slow deep strokes, playing her body like a violin. She moaned deep in her throat as the fingers of desire licked their way down her body. She ran her hands across his broad shoulders, delighting in finally being able to touch him the way she wanted to. Liza felt his hair roughened skin brush against her turgid nipples, sending shockwaves of delight through her.

The rode together, hips meeting hips, thrust for thrust. Liza was pushing back against him, grinding into his body as he brought her closer and closer to thge. ge. She screamed his name as she came, the contractions tightening around his hard length. He stroked faster and faster, determined to give her another release before he took his own. Her short panting breaths became shrieks again as he pounded into her body. Feeling her tighten around him once more, he shouted her name as his hot seed burst into her body. He pulled her tightly to him, their chests heaving.

Joss rolled to his side, cuddling her body against him, stroking her sweaty hair out of her face. She relaxed against him and they fell into a deep slumber.