Rent-a-Jedi: The Thanksgiving Round Robin Part 2

I think that I need to get a button or something installed in the side of my mouth to return my jaw to its proper place after it drops from shock or surprise. I've been doing that a lot lately. Besides, I could probably make a fortune from it. I wasn't really listening to Luke's introduction of Crysta--I was taking my time admiring the view of Han Solo. He was just as good looking as I remembered.

"It was a pleasure to finally meet you, Crysta," he was saying as I began to return from orbit, "Needless to say, I've heard a lot about you lately..."

Those words perked my ears. 'Heard a lot about Crys, huh?' I thought, 'I wonder in exactly what *way* he heard about her...'

'Oh boy, DOWN GILL!' I ordered myself sternly as my mind took that comment and began to run.

'Good- Translation: I heard about how you are in the sack,' I thought, rather amazed at my own boldness even mentally. 'That's just wrong, Gill!' I thought.

'Time to return from the gutter,' I ordered myself as he turned towards me, "Hello, Gillian. We've met before, haven't we?"

"Yes, once," I responded, pleased that he remembered me, "and please, call me Gill." 'Or Gillian, or Kid, or Sweetheart, or anything that your little heart desires...'

He smiled at me--that lop-sided grin that could make me do his bidding...well, not ALL of his bidding...(I do draw the line at picking up Wookie hair-balls thank you very much).

I have died and gone to heaven. I'm sure of it. I was so busy trying to drag my mind back into normality that I missed Luke and Crysta's exit. The next thing that I knew, we were alone. I resisted the temptation to shuffle my feet nervously. Instead, I met his gaze boldly, "Han, can I ask you a question about Luke?"

Han looked at me for a moment before responding seriously, "Depends on the question."

"Don't worry, I'm not going to ask you about his sexual habits, his favorite food, or what side of the bed he sleeps on. Though, if you know that, I really don't want to know..." I tried to reassure him.

"Could you tell me some of what he told you about Crys? About their relationship?"

"He loves her, and he wants to be with her. He was feeling confused about his position here at R-a-J with Crysta in the picture, and about something to do with Ziggy. However, what I can tell you, Gill, is that your friend is in the hands of one of the most talented Jedi on Coruscant."

POP! 'There goes one of my eyes, just popped right outta my head,' I thought as my mind took that comment and twisted it in a very perverted manner. There was something distinctly unsettling about thinking of your best friend's sex life.

"At least there's that. Have you had any new problems with the nav computer on the Falcon?" I asked, referring to the reason for our first meeting. I was working as a pilot/engineer in the Republic's hanger when the Falcon came in with a strange problem. The nav computer would work the first time that you used it after a start-up, however after a jump it would die for no apparent reason. It kept myself, Han, Chewie, and most of the full-time engineers busy for over a week trying to figure out just what was wrong with it.

"Nope, your fix-up job has held. We haven't had a problem since," Han responded.

"Cool," I said with a grin, "I do know how to fix things. Shall we join the others? I'm sure its almost time to eat...my stomach's been complaining for the past few minutes."

"We can go in a second," Han responded, "I'm going to check on Ziggy one more time."

I nodded as he disappeared inside the kitchen. I don't know what happened in there but he was back a few minutes later with Ziggy, Qui-Gon, and Obi-Wan in tow. After another ten minutes of excitement that included a dramatic fall from an intern and a top-less hunk, excitement now found me.

"Watch where you're stepping!" an indignant voice said from the vicinity of my feet.

"Salem, you were once human too," I said, figuring out who it was that I was talking to.

That's when it happened. I turned the corner with Salem just in front of me when Ziggy yelled practically in my ear, "TIIIIIMMMMMEEEEEE TTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOO EEEEEEEAAAAAAAATTT!!!!!!!!!!"

The next thing that I knew, I was on the floor with black fur covering my tunic, the sound of receding running reaching my ears. I laughed, not really hurt as I asked, "Anybody get the number of that cat?"

"Come on Tasva, we don't want to be late." Mace was clearly disturbed by the couple's display, but Tasva had seen enough anyway. The couple were almost finished, so any artistic display was probably long past, especially considering the culture they were in.

"Never mind, I think I just reached another of those limits of cultural exchange. I think you might find my home planet uncomfortable to visit, Mace, but I will try to be open minded about yours." She smiled sweetly, hoping she had put her meaning across well. When he didn't look any happier about it though she changed the subject quickly. "I should find Tam, I don't think she knows about dinner yet."

Tasva smiled and then opened herself to the Force and Tam's presence. It took no time to find her friend because her emotions shone like a becon even among the company they currently shared. Tasva wasn't surprised to see that Darth Vader stood in the hall with Tam and they were wrapped up in whatever it was they shared. She hated to interrupt, but....

Tam closed her eyes for a moment and Tasva tried hard to block out everything that Vader and Tam exchanged in that moment. It was only fair to give them their privacy, even if she wasn't supposed to approve of their relationship. Soon enough Tam walked over and tried a slight smile on for size.

"Wait a second," Tam said when Tasva finished. "You got all flustered when Master Windu put his arm around you and gave you a little kiss, but those two--" She couldn't finish what she had been about to say.

Tasva smiled nervously. "When Mace held me and kissed me, it was, well, it was personal. It was something new and I felt all jittery and tingly and happy and special. It was for me. I thought that the couple might be part of the standard entertainment, it would have been on my homeworld. They were experienced and decorative, especially the girl, and even though the artisians on my world would put them to shame they still did a creditable job."

"Tam, you have known me all the time we have been at the Temple. There I know what to expect and how to react. I keep in touch with my family telepathically every night and have kept track of my world that way. I would know what to expect there. Here I don't know. Everyone has come here to relax, but since I have always been a representative of the Jedi order everywhere I have gone no one relaxes around me except other Jedi. All of this is new to me and I'm not entirely sure which rules to look to here."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know." Tam looked at Tasva closer, looking beyond the familiar to see just how alien her friend was. She looked so human that Tam had trouble remembering that her friend was very different. The silver hair wasn't just from premature aging, it was a true silver that was common amohg her race. The golden eyes were like liquid metal if looked at in the light, but it was easy to overlook after so many years of close association. Tasva's bronzed skin was really bronze, not tan like the name usually implied, and her tall willowy frame was typical on her planet instead of unusual and striking among humans. "You pass for human too well...."

Tam hesitated a few moments, then decided to confide in her friend. "I'm trusting you because you are the only person I know who is capable of keeping this a secret, even with telepathy. Vader gave me tickets for a galactic cruise. It leaves later today, and I plan on going. If you try to stop me I'll find some other way, but I'd prefer--"

You gaze into Qui-Gon's eyes in the midst of the giant yet EMPTY dining room. Various side dishes sit on the tabletop. You giggle as bits of bread crumbs drizzle on his beard as you feed him part of a dinner roll. He breaks off a chunk of bread and places it on your tongue.

"mmm," You slowly chew and swallow. "I think we're here a bit early." You manage to say as Djinn leans in and kisses you with a deep abiding affection.

You sigh. Gods you loved this man. Why? You don't exactly know but you do. It is a pity that you and he will have to part. You have used up all of your vacation, sick and personal time to spend with him on Coruscant. If you don't leave in a couple of days, you won't have a job or a home to return to.

You place that thought far in the back of your mind allowing yourself to bask in beauty of the moment.

"After dinner, I suggest we spend some private time together before leaving." Djinns asserts before pulling you to him. His mouth covers yours. You part your lips allowing his tongue access. You whimper feeling tendrils of his growing arousal flow across your bond.

"Only if you promise to do that again." You answer coming up for air. Staring into his deep blue eyes you see them darken over, a tale tell sign of his growing arousal. You stroke his disheveled mane, "Master, calm yourself." You feel yourself blush.

He fingers your bruised neck, a hallmark of Maul's handiwork; "I must speak with Maul regarding his behavior." A rumble deep within him tumbled to your ears.

Your heart skips a beat. Qui-Gon must not walk this path again, he made so many strides during his time of Contemplation on Yavin 3. The council thought it prudent to give him extra time to meditate on his propensity for agitation. You and he are unsure if the council offers third and fourth chances before delivering the ultimate sentence-sequestering him to a purely Contemplative Order. That means the revoking of his status as Knight and No More Missions.

You kiss his hand. "Master. My heart belongs to you, let's try to put that behind us."

He withdraws his hand and straightens. Qui-Gon turns away from you and faces the table. You reach out with your bond. The Force link that you two share hums with its normal intensity. You realize he is trying to center himself. Your link vibrates as a wave of emotion emanates out from him. His anger leaves him as well as his arousal.

You sigh and turn to the table. You munch on a breadstick as Cammy and a few other guests mill into the dining room.

I raised an eyebrow as Obi came clomping down the stairs, looking more than a bit ruffled. "She's being difficult?" I asked, an amused smile sneaking over my lips.

"Vile? Difficult? Blatantly hard to handle?" I supplied and he rolled his eyes. "Just give her time," I advised and he nodded absently. "Now be a good boy and help move stuff into the dining room," I instructed and he nodded before setting to work, sighing slightly. Things were never easy...sure, it was hard to handle the fact that I didn't have the two all to myself, but it was all part of the business. Besides, I really doubted that they could "belong" to anyone...have serious relationships, definitely, but belong...their names and characters were treasured by so many, who deserved them, all I could do was feel lucky. It was hard to see them go out and enjoy time with others...but at least they always came back to me.

I started slightly as two warm arms twined round my waist, pulling me back into a strong chest. "And what are you thinking about?" Qui whispered softly and I smiled.

"Like you don't know already," I replied, shivering as he kissed at the outer ridge of my ear. "Later..." I breathed, leaning back into him, wanting to drown myself in him. "Right now there's a meal to serve, council members to appease..."

"Not a clue," he admitted. "Though I'm sure we can think of something...there has to be some loophole to get you two trained..." at that moment he was interrupted by an inhuman yowl and cries of protest. Moving together, we immediately sprinted to the kitchen and almost had a laughing fit at what we saw. Poor Obi-Wan had caught Salem trying to attack the turkey and had tried to pry him away, but Salem had had other ideas which involved a bowl of gravy and Obi's chest.

"That cat tried to kill me!" he snarled, tearing off the searing fabric as I tried not to laugh my head off.

"Not kill, just maim. You got in my way, buddy, and you got burned," Salem purred and I rolled my eyes.

"Cool it, cat, or no food for ya..." I paused to let him whimper a bit before continuing. "Now then, Qui, why don't you take him out to the dining room and make sure he's good, and Obi, go put on a clean shirt. I'll finish taking this stuff out there," I sighed, shaking my head as I hefted the turkey tray and headed to the dining room, pretty sure that some folks still hadn't heard the dinner bell. No matter, I'd just do what I did at home. Taking a huge breath, I put my singer's diaphragm to work.

"TIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEE TOOOOOOOOOOOO EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Before Cat and Obi-One reached the common room, they heard dinner being announced, so Obi-One headed towards the dining room instead.

"Umm, I don't particularly want anybody else finding out about our, uh...encounter...in the Falcon, do you?"

"Umm, no, not really. Oh," he exclaimed, finally figuring out what she was getting at. "Yeah, hang on, I'll fix that."

"I'm just going to put a shield around your thoughts so that no one can read them. It won't be permanent, but it'll get us through dinner."

"That's it? It's done?" Cat had expected to feel something, maybe pressure or tingling, but there had been nothing.

"Yep." He grinned and slid his hands from her head down her back, and leaned in close. "Now, for this to work, you'll have to stay close to me."

"Well," he said, "it would be best if we were touching at all times." His hot breath lightly brushed her neck as he spoke, making her shiver. "That would make it easier to maintain the shields."

"Mmm, I think we can accomplish that." She smiled and gave him a slight shove backwards. "You're a horny little Jedi, aren't you? No wonder Patches likes you so much."

He pulled her close again and lightly nipped her neck. "Yes, but you like me too, don't you?"

Suddenly they heard a voice holler from the kitchen, "TIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEE TOOOOOOOOOOOO EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!"

Obi-One stopped nibbling Cat's neck, pulled away, and sighed. "That would be Ziggy's war cry," he said dryly. "I guess we'd better go join them."

"Be nice," Cat said, playfully smacking his shoulder. "She seems like a nice person to me. She could have thrown me out earlier, but she didn't. Now let's go eat. Which way's the dining room?"

Obi-One took her hand. "At all times, remember?" he said in response to the look she gave him. Then he dragged her off to the dining room.

In a much better mood now, Luke and I turned into the hallway outside the dinning room, and as we did so the radar every woman comes equipped with blared loudly in my head. *Half-naked Padawan - 12 o'clock* it screamed. I don't know what it is, but gorgeous men without shirts drive me wild, and Obi was no exception to that rule. He flashed me a wicked grin as he passed, and I stopped dead in my tracks, shaking my head to try and clear it of the image.

//Something you're not telling me, Crysta?// Luke's amused voice sounded in my head.

"What, that I'm a sucker for beautiful, half-naked men?" I returned. "Jealous, Skywalker?" I asked, turning to him and raising my eyebrow, a grin plastered on my face.

"Paddlewan," he repeated, grinning. "That's what the women in those stories call him, isn't it?"

"Oh, right! Your "research"!" I exclaimed, laughing. "So why *aren't* you jealous of him? He gets more stories written about him than you do... Qui-Gon does, too."

"Because I prefer the real thing to the stories," he said softly, his eyes clouding over as he pulled me in close. "That... and I know that several years from now he turns into a boring old hermit that wouldn't know what to do with a beautiful woman if she crawled naked into his lap and asked him to take her on a wild fantasy ride to explore places they'd never seen before..." he trailed off, an evil glint in his eye.

"Ooh, that was *low* Luke!" I said, laughing hard. "And there are a lot of people that would say the same thing about you, ya know..." I teased back.

//Of course I know that// he said into my mind as he claimed my lips with his. //Don't go spreading it around that I'm actually quite talented - if word gets out, women will start getting higher expectations that I'll have to live up to. I like it when they don't expect much from me - it allows me to surprise them if I feel like it...// He ran his hands through my hair, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. Yes, Luke Skywalker was *definitely* full of surprises!

//So... am I going to have to watch you around the dynamic duo from now on?// he asked teasingly as he pulled away to gaze into my eyes.

//Only the paddlewan, and only if he's shirtless...// I replied grinning, a wicked glint in my eyes.

//Nah... I don't know what it is about him, but I don't feel attracted to him in the least.// I thought about it - I never really had. I understood how *other* women found him attractive, but to *me* he wasn't gorgeous, and I didn't find him sexy, either.

//Oh, I just find it interesting, because the Master's interested in *you*...// Luke mused.

//It's the way he looks at you. I don't think it's lust as much as it is curiosity, but I've definately noticed it. Do you remember when he pulled you away from me at the gala, when he helped us up off the floor?// Luke commented. He wasn't jealous, or upset, or anything along those lines - if anything, he seemed amused by the fact that Qui-Gon seemed to have taken an interest in me. I did remember him stealing me from Luke and dancing with me, until he ran off to try the karoake... This was quite an interesting concept. Not that I'd ever *do* anything with Qui...

//Well, Skywalker,// I responded smiling, //You have nothing to worry about. I am one hundred percent yours.//

//Mmm... glad to hear it// he replied, kissing me again. //But don't deny yourself anything on account of me...//

//Yes, dear// I responded, happy that he wasn't possessive like so many of the other guys I'd dated, or jealous of a guy that got more action than he did. There were definite benefits to dating a Jedi, that was for sure!

"Ahem... I don't mean to interrupt, but people are *attempting* to sit down now..."

At Gill's voice, we broke the kiss and turned to her. I felt my cheeks flush as I realized we were still standing in the hallway outside the dining room. I smiled at her slightly, but Luke didn't seem the least bit embarrassed. Gill had a very amused expression on her face.

"Y' know, Crys, I wouldn't object to a show, but not before we're eating. Okay? It just doesn't really set the right mood..."

I glared at her as Luke chuckled softly, disentangling our arms and taking my hand again as we followed Gill into the dining room.

Having gotten everyone, including Pikachu and Salem, finally seated at the table, Ziggy leaned back and gazed triumphantly at her efforts. Platters filled the table, piled high with turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, yams, corn, and all the bounty of ....well, all the bounty of wherever Coruscant imports its food from. Satisfied with the spread, Ziggy raised her fork and yelled "dig in, everyone!"

"Wait!" came a cry from the Jedi end of the table. A couple dozen hungry pairs of eyes turned reluctantly toward Depa Billaba. "I just think that, this being Thanksgiving, we should stop to make sure that we're really observing the true spirit of the holiday. I've done some research..." The Jedi Councilwoman broke off at the loud chorus of groans from the Sith end of the table. She looked sternly at them, and continued in her calm, musical voice. "...the tradition I like the most is one where we go around the whole table and each person says what they're thankful for. It's a reminder of why we're really here!"

"Everyone as in...*everyone*?" said Ziggy, stealing a look at the equally incredulous Sith.

Depa aimed another stern, patented Jedi Master glare around the table. "Yes, I do mean *everyone*." She folded her hands and smiled serenely. "And I will begin. I am very thankful for the peace of the Republic, for the grace of the Force flowing through us all, and for everyone who grew and cooked all of this wonderful food." She turned toward Adi Gallia. "Your turn..."

Adi Gallia stood somewhat reluctantly, surprised at Depa’s putting her on the spot. “Well, I am thankful for the Force, for peace, for the presence of all my fellow Jedi in my life and in the Republic, for Ziggy and everyone for cooking this wonderful meal...” her soft voice trailed off for a moment as she gathered her thoughts. Suddenly a grin flitted across her face. “And I’m thankful for football”, she said quickly, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Several more council members stood and offered their thanks, the moment then resting on Tam’s friend Tasva. Tasva looked brightly around the table. "I'm thankful I had a chance to come here and celebrate with everyone."

Mace leaned over toward her. "Funny, I'm thankful for the exact same thing", he said, smiling at her.

Qui-Gon Djinn stood next. I am grateful for... Qui-Gon Djinn clasped Gabrielle's hand beneath the table. His mouth curled into a tiny grin. He’d never found himself at a loss for words until now. //What am I thankful for?// He frowned and then it occurred to him. "I am thankful for the kindness and wisdom of the council..." He ignored a hiss from one of the Sith. "And for my friendship with Mace and MOST of you, my kinship with Qui- Gon and Obi-Wan, my new padawan Obi-One," He nodded towards the other Jedi clone whose arm was firmly wrapped around his new love. "And last but not least...Gabrielle for reasons she knows why and many more." He leaned down and kissed her chastely on the lips.

"My love you are next." Qui-Gon Djinn said giving her hand a gentle squeeze. Gabrielle blushed and sighed, feeling his love for her coming through their bond. He hadn't let go of her hand yet, she wondered if her skills were up to eating with one hand. "I am grateful to have been invited back here to share this with all of you..." She started.

"Shove it." She hissed back, "And I am grateful to have Qui-Gon at my side." She beamed at him. Her fingers intertwined with his. She felt like a schoolgirl again. Djinn craned down and enveloped her mouth in a breathtaking kiss. She leaned in close feeling tendrils of the Force tingling around her body.

"What is it with the Jedi and their horny clones?" Ulic Quel-Droma remarked next to Siduri. She wanted to say something back but presently Qui's tongue was making that impossible.

Cat stole a sidelong glance at Obi-One, who had an ankle crossed over hers and a hand on her thigh. With a tiny smile playing across her lips, she said, "I'm thankful for friends and new experiences." /And for experiencing new friends,/ she added to herself.

Obi-One gave Cat a significant Look and stated, "I'm thankful that I'm going to be getting my own room soon," as Cat proceeded to turn three shades of red. He looked pointedly at Ziggy. "Right?" he asked.

Everyone laughed at Obi-One’s comment, then the mood subtly shifted as everyone turned to Vader, the first of the Sith. "I'm thankful I can Force-choke anyone who tries to force the issue", Vader rumbled.

“Well, I don’t know how I could possibly follow *that*”, Ulic Quel-Droma said, smiling disarmingly. “I guess I’m most thankful for my new job....”, he said, grinning at the women around the table and giving everyone an ample preview of this handsome new Sith. Ziggy and Liz traded glances, both thinking of what they’d do with the profits this man would likely bring in.

Siduri looked slightly uncomfortable at the transformation of her Dark, fierce Ulic into the perfect Sith toy boy, but she recovered quickly. She picked up her wineglass and sipped, glaring her refusal to publicly offer thanks.

Freedon Nadd looked around, belatedly realizing it was his turn. “Well, *I* am certainly not afraid to say I’m thankful for power!”, he thundered, obviously lost in a vision of absolute power.

“Power”, Liz snorted. “He’s thankful for Drain-o if he’s thankful for anything!” she muttered, glaring at Nadd for a moment, then turning her eyes toward Darth Maul.

“I am thankful....,” Maul fingered the stem of his wineglass in contemplation. “...for opportunity”, he finished simply. His eyes briefly met Liz’s, burning into hers with their ceaseless intensity.

Exar Kun leaned back in his chair, taking his time, clearly enjoying his ownership of the moment and the whole table waiting for his words. “Well....”, he drawled, looking around the table and meeting each person’s gaze in turn, ally and enemy alike, and smiling cruelly as several of the Jedi flinched. “I’m thankful for many things, actually. Certainly for this job, and the entertaining antics of the Jedi”, he paused to sneer at Obi-Wan. “I am thankful for the power of the *true* Force, and for my apprentice”, his emerald eyes rested for a moment on Liz. “...And most of all, for all that will come,” he finished, an enigmatic half-smile dancing across his chiseled features.

Liz stood quickly, hoping to end the uncomfortable, fearful silence produced by Exar’s words. A true Sith, she thought, he could twist anything to his own ends. She centered herself, trying to decide what to say. “I guess I have a lot to be thankful for. I didn’t know what to expect when I took this job, but I’m amazed at everything that’s happened since I answered that ad. I’m thankful for Ziggy, for being the best boss I could ever want.” She stopped for a moment, smiling warmly at Ziggy. “I’m thankful for finding the Force, for learning, certainly for learning. And I’m thankful for everyone that matters most to me.” Her eyes scanned around the table, resting on several people... Ziggy, Qui-Gon, Tam, Exar, and finally stopping at Maul, the dark Fire that bound them together surging across their bond.

“Well *I* am grateful for the food, so let’s eat”, Salem grumbled. “Pi-KAAAA”, Pikachu agreed emphatically, holding his beloved bottle of ketchup.

Ziggy stood next, grinning at everyone and taking a deep breath before letting out her list of thanks. “Glam rock, the Muppets, the Sith Chicks list family, friends, animals, all that cheesey stuff. All the great Jedi and Sith, especially Qui and Obi. And R-a-J Inc!” Everyone cheered at the last item, and Liz raised her glass. “...AND Rent-a-Sith!” she added, as the Sith all cheered.

Obi-Wan rose, smirking mischievously around the table. “Well....” he drawled, drawing it out. “Glitter, definitely glitter.” Several of the guests blushed, remembering the glitter quite fondly. “Let’s see...I’m thankful for Reddi-whip, my Master... oh, and my lightsaber...” (several more blushes) “...but seriously, I’m thankful for the Jedi order, the Republic, for friends, for all my Jedi brethren, and for all of you that make my life so special.”

Qui-Gon Jinn stood calmly, waiting for the Sith to quit bickering. “Now then,” he said, looking around the table. “I am thankful for my padawan, for the Jedi order, for peace in the Republic, for the Council, for all my friends, for all the workers at R-a-J, for my animals that so embody the Living Force, and, umm..” he looked quickly toward Ziggy. “And for tapioca.” He sat back down, grinning at Ziggy’s fire-engine red face.

Gillian stood, offering a small smile to the table before speaking, "I first want to give my thanks for this gathering of darksiders and lightsiders alike around this table. I'd like to give thanks for peace around the Republic, for family and for old friends and new ones," she directed her gaze first at Crysta and then moved around the table before her eyes grew mischevious, "And finally I'd like to give thanks for lightsabres..." Her voice died with a slight chuckle as she sat down.

Han pushed his chair back and slowly rose. “I’ll keep this short”, he said, winking at Gill. "I'd like to give thanks for family and friends, for peace, yes, but also for the flip side of that since you can't have one without the other. I'd like to give thanks for ships, for free traders, and finally for food to eat..." He broke off, gazing hungrily at the feast before him.

Depa Billaba looked past Han and met Crysta’s gaze. “You’re next, dear”, she said softly.

"I'm thankful for friends," Crysta said with a sincere smile, "because without them, the world would be a very lonely place." As she spoke, she looked around the table, her gaze stopping briefly on Luke, Ziggy,and Gillian."I'm also thankful for courage - for the courage to do what one must, no matter how hard it is," she said, giving Ziggy a soft smile, "and for the courage to believe in ourselves, and in each other," she finished as her gaze swung around the table once more, stopping to rest on Luke. They held each other's gaze for a heartbeat and he gently squeezed her hand under the table before continuing the round of thanksgiving.

"I'm thankful for the Force," he said, "and for the path it's chosen for me and the people it's introduced into my life." His gaze swept the table, resting briefly on the individuals he meant most, thanking them silently with his eyes."I'm also thankful for having such an understanding and forgiving boss," he added, meeting Ziggy's eyes,"despite all the strife we've caused her since she started the company." Several of the others at the table nodded their agreement, and Ziggy smiled gratefully at their kind gesture.

Luke turned to Yoda’s padawan, letting her have the floor. Tam hesitated, looking as if she were put on the spot and feeling very uncomfortable. She was quiet for a really long moment...and then she laid her hand on her tummy. "I'm thankful for the gift of life", she said simply.

Yoda smiled at his padawan. “Wise to be thankful it is. Grateful for the Force and the Jedi I am.” He stopped for a moment, chuckling to himself and looking at Adi Gallia with his large eyes sparkling with mischief. “Thankful also for cheeze-its and football I am”, he said sagely as everyone laughed.

Depa Billaba stood and spread her arms wide. “You see, we all have much to be thankful for. Let us always walk in grace and keep those things we are thankful for close to our hearts. And let the feast begin!”

Dinner seemed to flow amicably enough, despite the tensions between the two ends of the table. Even Depa Billaba’s little mandate of gratitude was taken in stride by the Sith. I’d relaxed a little from the events of earlier in the day, but I was still worried about the mistake I’d made, and worried about Tam. Still, all the Jedi and Sith sitting together at the table like this was a rare opportunity for an astute observer, and I was determined to make the most of it.

As I watched the Jedi end of the table I was struck by a sense of ....well, a bit of jealousy, to be honest. They all seemed to get along so well with each other, while we Sith barely spoke to one another. I didn’t envy their restricted worldview, but in a way, I did envy their camaraderie. Well, at least the camaraderie between the Masters– Tam looked caught between the world of the Jedi and her desire to be with Vader, and while Crysta was obviously enjoying her new love with Luke, she looked somewhat uncomfortable in the presence of the Council. I wondered if they would approve of Luke training her...

My thoughts were distracted by R3 whistling at me from the doorway. I excused myself and went to the lobby to help the caterer set up. I wished there was time to make a banner or a sign or something that make this look less like I threw it together at the last minute (since, of course, I had), but there was no time for that. I grabbed some gold lame runners from the gala and tossed them over the black tablecloths to make them look more festive and Sithly– after that, the quality booze would just have to speak for itself. I nodded to R3 to start the kitchen distraction, then headed for the dining room. T was just coming out of the kitchen when I came in, the timing perfect.

“Oh, mistress, do come quickly!”, the gold protocol droid gushed, “there seems to be a terrible problem with the oven!”

Ziggy looked at him blankly for a moment, then her eyes went wide. “Oh no, the pies!!” She leaped from her chair and ran into the kitchen, several others jumping up to help her out.

I took advantage of the temporary confusion to make my announcement. “Attention everyone! I’d like to take this occasion to thank everyone for your support and your patronage, and for helping make Rent-a-Sith a success. As a token of our appreciation, our caterer has set up tables with some fine liqueurs in the lobby. Please feel free to help yourselves while we get dessert ready!” It took a moment for my words to properly parse together as “free booze” in everyone’s minds, but once they did, a small stampede formed between the dining room and the lobby. I dodged the flow and met Exar Kun’s gaze. So far, so good.

I headed into the lobby to preside over the chaos. As I’d predicted, the display went over perfectly. You couldn’t easily get rip-roaring drunk on dessert drinks like Bailey’s Irish Creme, so the Council was unlikely to object, and what’s better, few could pass them up. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Tam disappearing up the stairs along with a swish of black fabric that I assumed belonged to Vader. I let out a small sigh of relief to myself as I continued to help the caterer pour drinks for people. I also realized that I didn’t see Maul in the crowd– if he’d slipped out during all this activity, so much the better. My distractions resolved themselves quickly, and people had just managed to get their drinks when Ziggy appeared in the doorway waving her oven mitts at the crowd. “Dessert is served!”, she announced triumphantly.

People barely noticed the decrease in the Sith population as everyone sat down again, but Tasva was looking worried. “Where’s Tam?”, she asked Yoda.

People were beginning to dig into their pumpkin and pecan pies when Exar stood and asked for everyone’s attention. “I thought it only fair that if Rent-a-Jedi paid for this dinner, and Liz was kind enough to supply these fine drinks...” Everyone murmured appreciatively at the mention of the drinks. “...that I would supply some entertainment.”

Several of the Jedi stiffened, remembering the Sith poison in the punch at the R-a-J gala and thinking that Kun probably found that “entertaining”, as well.

Exar reached around his waist and drew out a small red-and-white ball. “Actually, this was supplied by the young boy next door”, he said as he thumbed the ball and it grew slightly in size. He started to say something softly, then swore in Sith, finally sighing with resignation as the Jedi glared apprehensively at him. His face reddening slightly, Exar threw the ball, saying “Jigglypuff, I choose you!”

Some of the Jedi looked like they were planning a counterattack, but were thrown off balance by the bizarre word they heard tumble out of the mouth of a Sith Lord. Freedon Nadd roared with amusement. “JIGGLY PUFF?”, he said, cackling at Exar, who glared daggers at him.

The little ball hit the ground and then suddenly cracked open, a reddish energy seeping out and seeming to take form. I took advantage of the distraction to quickly insert my ear plugs. Qui-Gon and Mace Windu leaped to their feet to fend off whatever was taking form, then stopped and stared in astonishment at the creature that formed at their feet. About 2 feet tall, the little creature resembled nothing so much as a big pink balloon with feet and paw-like hands. A big tuft of fuzzy pink hair fell between its tiny pointed ears, and its face was dominated by a set of enormous, round blue eyes. “Jigglypuff!” it said in a cute, high-pitched voice.

Most of the Jedi simply stared at it in amazement, as if this were about the last thing they ever expected a Sith Lord to produce. Obi-One suddenly started cackling in amusement, turning to Exar and exclaiming “Wow, did *you* ever get taken! Smart kid put one over on the “great” Exar Kun!”

Exar glared at the clone, his emerald eyes turning dark and stormy. He started to raise a hand, then lowered it, glowering at the pink creature. “Jigglypuff!”, it said again, sounding pleased with itself, then suddenly produced a microphone and leaped onto a stool.

Adi Gallia laughed. “Well, it does look like it means to entertain us!” She settled back in her chair expectantly, and the rest of the Jedi followed her lead, relaxing a bit.

The little pink Pokemon immediately began to sing a high-pitched, cute lullaby. I could barely hear it through the earplugs, and I began watching the others at the table with curiosity. Everyone immediately seemed to relax, and they were all, Jedi and Sith alike, sitting peacefully as the creature sang. Slowly, people began to yawn and rub their eyes, sleepily looking at the singing Jigglypuff. Then, everyone began to drift into sleep, some resting their heads on each other’s shoulders, others folding their arms and leaning their heads on the table. When the Jigglypuff’s song ended, everyone except Exar and I were fast asleep. The creature looked around at its sleeping audience, an extremely pissed-off look on its face. I stepped forward, clapping quietly. “Great job, Jigglypuff!”

It smiled at the appreciation. “Jigglypuff!”, it cooed back at me. Exar swept up the poke ball and pointed it at the creature. “Jigglypuff, return!”, he said commandingly, and the creature obediently reformed into the reddish energy and flowed back into the ball. He nodded and we both removed the earplugs. Exar glanced around the table with an extremely satisfied look. “This was worth the humiliation, I believe.”

I followed his gaze, looking at the peacefully sleeping people. A sudden detail that hadn’t seemed to occur to him was immediately apparent to me— there were two more people missing than had been expected. Crysta and Luke were nowhere to be seen. I swallowed nervously, trying to decide whether or not to mention it. I finally decided against it, figuring that they were probably upstairs “getting acquainted”, as it were. I looked at Exar, who seemed not to notice my short lapse of attention. “Are we going to the Jedi Temple now?”

“No. Despite the threat posed by all of the Sith here, I think the Jedi would still be loath to leave it unsupervised. They’re arrogant enough to presume it’s safer on their person than in a vault somewhere.” He paused for a moment, concentrating in the Force, then walked behind me and rested his hands on my shoulders. “Concentrate, Per’agana. Do you feel it?”

I closed my eyes and reached out with the Force. It took a moment, but I finally did begin to sense an energy source apart from the sleeping people, something that pulsed Dark, ancient, and strong. I focused in on it....”Mace Windu has it.”

Exar stepped toward the table. “Excellently done, apprentice.” He stalked over to Windu’s sleeping form and deftly rummaged through his belt pouches, drawing out a small pyramidal object.

“What is it?” I asked, peering at it. It was made of a deep purple crystal, and it seemed to glow from within as Kun handled it.

He smiled, a slow, malevolent, secretive smile, and slid his arm around me. “You will see. Come, let us discuss this somewhere ....else. I don’t believe they will wake for a while, but there’s no more reason to stay here.”

I smiled back, thrilled at our success, and managed to damp down my impatience and curiosity as he led me back to my room.

Dinner seemed to be going nicely. The Jedi end of the table chatted amiably with each other - or at least the Masters did. I spoke up once or twice when they politely tried to include me in the conversation, but they mostly talked about current events at the Temple, something I knew nothing about. I was also a little wary about being too friendly with Luke with the Council members sitting so close to us... and we still hadn't spoken to them about the possibility of Luke training me.

Ziggy was quiet, partly because she was busy enjoying all the good food she'd prepared, but mostly due to the rollercoaster of events she'd been through so far today. The food really was excellent, though, so I figured most would assume that the relative silence of a few of us would just be attributed to the fact that we were just too busy stuffing our faces.

The Sith end of the table was quieter yet. Barely a word was spoken during the entire meal.

Suddenly T appeared through the doorway of the kitchen. "Oh, mistress, do come quickly!" the agitated droid called out. "There seems to be a terrible problem with the oven!"

Ziggy stared at him blankly, until realization dawned on her. "Oh no, the pies!!!!" Leaping from her chair, she raced into the kitchen, followed closely by Obi and Qui.

Liz took that moment to make an announcement of thanks, which struck me as slightly odd, but I shrugged it off. At the mention of free booze, the majority of the occupants of the dining room rose and filed quickly out of the room. Luke and I rose also, but we headed into the kitchen to see if Ziggy needed any assistance.

They had managed to get the pies out of the oven, and they even appeared to still be edible, much to everyone's relief. I wandered over to the counter to help out, when suddenly a black streak raced through the kitchen door, followed closely by a yellow blur. They were headed directly towards me, so I quickly jumped up onto the counter to avoid getting in their way. The two streaked around the kitchen, only to disappear out the far door as suddenly as they'd appeared in the room.

Everyone glanced around the room, attempting to figure out what that had been about, then just gave up with a shrug. Gathering all the pies in their arms, Obi, Qui and Ziggy vacated then, and Luke and I found ourselves alone in the kitchen. We surveyed the room, but there didn't seem to be anything left that needed transported to the dining room. Luke turned to me then, catching my eyes with his, and flashed a brilliant smile. Coming to stand directly in front of me, he didn't let his gaze drop as he placed his hands on my knees and gently spread them so that he could press his body as close to mine as possible.

From my perch on the counter, I was almost a head taller than he was, but as his hands slid up my legs to rest around my waist I leaned my head to his and met his lips in a searing kiss. It was soft, sensuous, and deep, and our love flooded through our bond, powerful and brilliant. I wrapped my arms around him and ran my fingers through his short blonde locks as he pulled me closer, pressing me even tighter against him. He ran his tongue over my lips, exploring, tasting, teasing, and I met his tongue with my own to engage him in a thrilling battle of expansion and discovery. The world faded away as I absorbed myself in the moment, in the here and now, concentrating on Luke, on us. Nothing else mattered but him and I and our love for each other.

//Make love to me, Luke// I projected softly into his mind as his tongue ran along the roof of my mouth. I wanted him to; I *needed* him to. It had been far too long since we'd been completely connected to one another.

//Right here, right now?// he asked, and my lips curved upwards in a smile.

//No, and yes// I replied, and he slid his hands around from behind me and up underneath the soft chenille of my sweater to gently massage my breasts through my bra.

//But I've always wanted to do it in the kitchen// he returned teasingly as he ran his thumbs over my pert nipples.

//But not when a dining room full of Jedi, Council members, Sith, guests, and interns are just waiting to catch us// I countered as I gained control of the kiss and plunged my tongue into his mouth.

//True...// he agreed, //but we haven't had dessert yet//

//I want *you* for dessert!// I growled back into his mind and he responded by pulling me against him and off the counter. Reflexively I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he supported me with the Force. If he hadn't, I doubted he'd have been able to hold us both upright for long. Though he was extremely well built, Luke was hardly a large man, and at 5'8", I was barely an inch shorter and only slightly thinner than he was.

The kiss turned fierce before he released me and set me gently on my feet. We stood there, staring deep into one another's eyes for several heartbeats, completely caught up in the impossibly strong connection between us. At that moment we were one with each other - one heart, one soul, and one mind.

Breaking the spell only slightly, Luke grasped my hand in his and led us out the kitchen door and into the hallway. Though it wasn't empty, I don't think anyone noticed us as we walked swiftly down the hall to the stairs and disappeared up them.

In no time we were in front of his door. Luke unlocked it, pulled me gently through it, then made sure to lock it behind us this time. There would be no one walking in on us *this* time around.

After securing the door, Luke moved over to a control panel on the wall. He flipped a couple of switches and soon soft, sensual music wafted through the room. He turned around and came back to where I stood, just inside the door, catching my eyes again and opening himself to me. Without a word, he grasped my hand softly in his and led me to his bed. He motioned for me to sit on the edge, so I did, and he knelt before me and removed my shoes, keeping his eyes locked with mine the whole time. After freeing my feet, he dropped his gaze from mine just long enough to remove his own short brown boots, then stood again and took my hands.

"Dance with me," he said softly, pulling me up off the bed and into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck, while his snaked around my waist and pulled me closer to him. Leaning into him, I opened myself to the Force and let the music, Luke's love, and the moment flood my senses.

The closeness I felt to him was absolutely amazing. I was awestruck once again that I could be so close to someone; that I could share everything that I was with him. I knew that he could see clear though to the depths of my soul: my hopes and fears; strengths and weaknesses; highest joys and innermost and deepest sorrows; my dreams and desires. I knew it because I could see that much of him, and it should have frightened me, but it didn't. Why, I couldn't say - maybe it was because he wasn't afraid to share himself with me, maybe it was because the Force flowing through me calmed me and gave me the strength I needed to accept his love and return it in equal magnitude. But whatever the reason, I was grateful for it. I needed... no, *we* needed this. I realized that Luke needed me every bit as much as I need him. He'd spent his whole life not knowing where he fit in; feeling out of place among those that didn't understand his gift and lost without the guidance of those that did but weren't around to teach him. It was the Force that had brought us together, and only when I was with Luke did I recognize the sheer power and magnificence of it. If there was *one* thing that I was thankful for this holiday season, or in all my life, it was Luke.

"I love you," he whispered as our bodies moved as one in time to the gently swaying beat of the music. His fingers dancing across my back, combined with the strength of our Force bond flowing over us, around us, and through us left me putty in his hands. I was his to do with as he pleased, and he knew it. I had expected him to bring me up here and ravish me thoroughly, but as his hands continued to gently caress me through the soft fabric of my sweater I realized that his intentions had changed dramatically. There was no need to take me and make me his, nor was there any need to hurry. As far as we were concerned, nothing else existed besides the two of us, the music, and the Force, and we had all the time in the world.

His hands slid down to my rear for a moment, then found the bottom hem of my sweater and slid beneath it. He continued to caress my back as we swayed to the music. My hands had been tracing designs over his neck and shoulders as I lost myself in his embrace. I closed my eyes and laid my cheek against his, letting myself drift in the sea of love, letting Luke take me where he would.

One song ended and another began, but I barely noticed. Luke's hands emerged from beneath my sweater to drift up my arms. His hands found mine resting on his shoulders and he gently laced his fingers through mine. He raised his arms above our heads, the interlocking of our fingers pulling my arms with his. Unlacing our fingers then, his hands slid down the length of my arms, down my sides, and found their way to the bottom of my sweater. Hooking his fingers under the hem, he then retraced his steps, sliding his warm hands up my sides, then my arms, freeing me of my sweater and tossing it to the side. Running his silky touch along my now bare arms, he lowered them once more, twining them around his neck and pulling me close to him for a breathtaking kiss.

While I concentrated on the oxygen Luke was depriving me of, he concentrated on depriving me of my bra as well. His hands traced the bottom edge, sneaking up beneath the fabric and drifting around to the front where he teased my erect nipples through the thin fabric. He deftly stole the air from my lungs as his agile fingers returned to my back to just as deftly unhook the clasp of the bra. I untwined my arms from around his neck as he slid the offensive article of clothing off and onto the floor. No sooner than he'd removed my bra, his fingers danced swiftly to the double buttons on my slacks and effortlessly worked them through their holes. Luke found the zipper, undid it, and let go, allowing my slacks to slip off my hips and down to the floor.

Running out of air in my lungs and recognizing the unfairness in the clothing situation, I pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss and allowing me to look into his eyes. I saw nothing but love in them, and if I wasn't already short on oxygen it would have taken my breath away. Kicking my slacks out of the way, my fingers began parading their way down his chest, undoing the buttons along their way. Each button gave way to more beautiful skin; skin that I wanted to touch, skin that I wanted to kiss. Finally, the last button gave way, baring his well defined chest to me. I placed my palms on that golden skin, running them lightly over his chest, trailing a thumb over his nipple as I passed. His eyes flicked closed momentarily, but I continued onward, pushing the shirt off his strong shoulders and following it down off his arms. I then ran my hands around his waist, stopping at the button on his pants. Undoing it swiftly and lowering the zipper, I released my grip on them and they fell gracefully to the floor.

His arms wrapped around me tightly then, one arm staying at my back, the other sliding down... and the next thing I knew, I was cradled in his arms and being carried over to the bed.

Laying me down gently on my back, Luke climbed onto the bed beside me. Leaning on one arm, his eyes drifted the length of my body. He smiled as he stroked my cheek with one lithe finger.

"You are so beautiful." His voice was low, sensuous, and tender. A warm blush crept into my cheeks as his eyes sought to memorize every curve, every birthmark. The love he projected steadfastly through our bond kept the blush from turning crimson, and I relaxed into the pillows as his hands followed his eyes' path over my body. His fingers traced their way around my face, slowly, covering every inch of skin. He gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, then ran his thumb over my lips. I felt his mind connect with mine, allowing him to sense my every thought, my every emotion. He was listening, learning how I reacted to every touch of his hand.

A smile appeared on his face as his hand brushed a sensitive spot on the side of my neck and I drew in a deep breath. He found another just behind my ear, and one more at the base of my throat. Slowly, as if he were afraid of disturbing a beautiful work of art, his hand danced across my skin in time to the music wafting through the room. He twirled slow pirouettes around my breasts, first in a figure eight, then in smaller and smaller circles until he lightly brushed the sensitive nubs in the center. The heat slowly built up in my body and his caresses of my breasts became firmer as he experimented with different pressures and touches, memorizing which ones stoked the fire and which ones merely sustained it.

My breathing was heavy now, and Luke finished with my breasts, moving down to my navel. His fingers drifted sideways, but a warning nudge in the living Force gave him just enough warning to avoid the extremely sensitive spot he'd hit the other night. Moving on, his fingers trailed lower yet to the lacy boundary of nylon I still wore. Sliding over my hips, he ignored the fire growing in my center and allowed his palms to glide over my legs. He sat up slightly in order to reach farther down my legs, searching for still more intriguing nerve centers. Another smile as he located the one on the back of my knees, and then his fingers were drifting back up, along the inside of my thighs. I parted my legs, allowing him access to the sensitive skin there, drawing in a deep breath as his touch sent ribbons of fire and ice through my body.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, his fingers moved to the spot I was aching for him to explore. He lightly traced one finger over the length of my lips causing the desired reaction. My back arched slightly off the bed, and he slipped his finger around the edge of the material to tease me. His finger brushed my aroused nub, causing a small moan to escape my lips.

"Please, Luke..." I was so wet, and I wanted him, I *needed* him.

"Shh..." he whispered, his voice soft and lustful. His fingers pulled out from around the edge of the material to glide swiftly to where it rested on my hips, grasping the material and deftly sliding it down and off my body. Tossing it aside, he returned his attention to my moist center, dipping one finger into my wet depths to stroke and tease, once again memorizing my every reaction. The reactions were plentiful now, as every place he brushed sent sparks flying and shockwaves rumbling through my body. Some were more sensitive than others, and his motions became swifter as I soared higher and higher into the heavens. His own arousal drifted across our bond as I shared mine with him, taking me higher yet. The extent of my arousal allowed him to slide first one, then two fingers into my depths, where he stroked back and forth, finding a sensitive spot and paying it heed. As my hips rocked in rhythm with his hand, he felt me nearing the brink and reached his thumb up to brush my clit.

"Come for me, Crys," I heard him whisper through the haze, sending me over the edge. Stars burst from the heavens as my body convulsed around his hand, and the soft background music became a triumphant symphony of sound carrying me on my journey towards those stars.

Gradually the starlines faded away and I returned to the bedroom, and to my lover. Gazing up at him through hooded eyes, he met my eyes, and then captured my lips with his. Once again our love flooded our bond, testing the boundaries and spilling over the banks. His tongue sparred with mine, then drifted away as his mouth rained a shower of kisses over my face. He was repeating the path his hands had taken over my skin, only this time the sensitive spots were manipulated by his supple lips and talented, twisting tongue.

My eyes rolled back into my head as his moist lips latched onto the sensitive skin on my neck, sucking and nipping, learning how I responded. I gasped audibly as his tongue snaked out to lick the sensitive spot he'd found behind my ear. He worked his way over my body with a passionate leisure, re-tracing the journey his hands had embarked on just a short time before. I willingly shared my every thought and emotion with him, allowing my pleasure to heighten his own arousal.

His tongue danced in the hollow at the base of my throat, then drifted across my collarbone in a series of feather-light kisses. I watched him through a passion-induced haze as he began a slow figure-eight around my breasts, then traced slow concentric circles, slowly approaching the rosy peaks in the center. A matching burst of wetness appeared further south as his tongue finally glazed the hard nub of one breast, followed closely by soft lips that claimed their spot as king of the mountain. Just as his hands had spent ample time working the tender flesh, Luke slowly stoked a raging fire within me yet again. He finished with one breast and moved to its partner, allowing his hand to replace his mouth on the one he'd abandoned. As the fire grew, he released the second mound of rosy flesh to leave a wet trail of kisses across my belly and over my sides, drawing ever nearer to that central nerve center that was absolutely screaming for his attention. With the moisture from my previous climax still present between the tender folds, I was more than ready for him to work his magic.

"Ahhh!" I gasped as his mouth closed over my lips and his tongue darted between them, hungrily lapping up the fragrant evidence of my arousal. Remembering his quest to test every technique and pressure point, his motions slowed then, and he resumed his torturous explorations. The fire crescendoed to a raging inferno as his tongue did despicable things to me, teasing my clit, then plunging deep inside of me to reach the deepest bundles of nerves. My hips began to buck as he brought me to the edge, but still I held on, trying not to give in to the sensations. I wanted him inside of me; I wanted him to share in this incredible passion he was stirring within me.

//Let go, dearheart// I heard in my mind, spoken through several layers of sexual haze. //You *are* sharing this with me. Please, come for me...//

And as his tongue suddenly darted up to stroke my clitoris I did, once again hearing that triumphant symphony of sound. The stars were brighter this time, and the world seemed to disappear as I soared to the heavens yet again. Luke didn't let up his attention to my nether region, lapping up the juices that poured from my center and the emotions that poured from my soul, prolonging my ride and keeping me suspended in time.

After what seemed like an eternity this time, the starlines once again faded away and I climbed down from the heavens to find my lover gazing down at me through hooded eyes. His arousal poured across our bond, but I was too busy trying to re-gain my senses to do much for him at the moment. My eyes rolled back in my head as his lips closed on that sensitive spot on the side of my neck, kissing, sucking, and nipping. As my breathing slowed to a more manageable rate I knew that I'd have a nice mark from Luke's current handy-work. The feeling returned to my extremities and I reached my hand up to push him away, rolling over and pressing him into the pillows.

"No more teasing, Skywalker," I growled softly as my hands drifted across his chest. It was my turn to have some fun.

It was his turn to let his eyes fall back into his head as my lips closed around one pert nipple, teasing it to a peak. The pleasure I invoked within him floated across our bond and I fought to stay concentrated on what I was doing. My tongue danced across his sensitive flesh while his hands tangled themselves in my hair. I switched from one peak to the other, leaving a hand behind to continue working the first. My other hand drifted down, across his firm abdomen to the waistband of his boxers, slipping easily inside. My fingers drifted through the soft curls they encountered before closing around the firm evidence of the pleasure he'd been projecting through our bond. His hips bucked off the bed as I trailed feather-light touches up its length, stopping just before the tender ridge at the tip.

Releasing the tender flesh beneath my lips and my hand, I sat up and withdrew my hand from within the impressive tent of his shorts. My hands trailed over his sides, gripping the hemline of his boxers and easing them off his hips, freeing his wondrous organ from the confines of the restrictive material. Sliding the shorts off completely, I then took up a straddling position over his legs. I let my palms slide up his legs, splitting my concentration evenly between listening to his Force sense and the actions that I intended to use to drive that Force sense over the edge.

Luke watched me through dilated pupils, a warning expression on his face. //Crysta...// he projected, the warning clear - it was okay for him to tease me, but I couldn't tease him. Well, just watch me.

My hands closed around the base of his shaft at the same instant my lips closed over the tip of it. Swirling my tongue around the ridge, then sweeping it across the tip, I anticipated the buck in his hips, preventing him from shoving too deeply into my mouth. The arousal and passion that invaded my senses was more than I expected and nearly floored me. He was close to the edge, and it wouldn't take much more to send him cascading over it.

A low growl escaped his throat as his hands closed around my shoulders, pulling me up and forcing me to let go of my prize. He used the Force to bring me back up beside him, then rolled over to stare directly into my eyes.

"I guess they really *do* hum when they're extended..." I commented, a sly grin on my face as I met his passion intensified orbs.

A second growl rumbled from deep within his chest as he replied, "Only with the right motivation..."

//Now, no more teasing.// he growled into my mind as his lips closed over mine in a fierce kiss and he maneuvered himself between my legs. With one swift thrust he was sheathed inside of me. I arched my back to take him as deep as possible, letting my head roll back as I savored the feel of him filling me completely, stretching me to my limits. For a moment we lay still - we were both so near the edge that without pausing for a moment neither one of us would have lasted long at all.

Slowly, then, Luke began to move. We began a passionate dance, only this time we ignored the rhythms of the background music, creating instead our own silent harmony. Our breathing became ragged as the music in our hearts and minds grew louder and more passionate until we were gyrating in a perfectly matched rhythm, taking each other higher and higher towards the heavens. Deeper and deeper, faster and faster; each thrust pushed us farther towards the brink. I opened my eyes to see Luke staring back into mine, his eyes clouded and the deepest blue I'd ever seen them. He projected an image into my mind then; the two of us, entwined as we were in the heat of passion, as seen from above. In the image then, we climaxed, and the sight of us connected in that way pushed me over the edge. My muscles clenched around him, driving him to his own climax. The image faded away to be replaced by a cacophony of exploding stars as we rode the waves out together, my walls pumping him for all he was worth as his seed burst from him, filling me to overflowing.

Eventually, the roaring in my ears quieted and my vision cleared, bringing me back from the heavens yet again. Luke was collapsed on top of me, still sheathed inside of me. His breathing was heavy and his eyes were closed. I could feel the after effects of his orgasm through our bond and I smiled headily. His eyes flickered open then, catching mine, and his lips curved upwards in a smile that matched my own. Gently, he rolled off of me, then pulled me over so that I rested against him, cradled in his arms.

"I love you Crysta," he whispered, his breath warm on my cheek.

"I know," I replied softly, just before I drifted off to sleep, utterly exhausted, but absolutely radiant and more in love than I'd ever thought possible.

Um...there's smut in this one. Yep, we're sticking to a NC-17 rating for the private interludes between Tam and Vader at these things. :) They just can't keep their hands off each other! You have been warned.

We were quick and we were silent. In an instant we hurried up the stairs and to his bedroom, slipping the door closed behind us. I could feel his dark presence surrounding me, enfolding me in a warm embrace even before his arms surrounded me with their physical touch. For a long moment I rested in those arms, not wanting to break the silence between us.

"Your passion. The Jedi have tried to supress it all these years, but you have more passion in your delicate finger than your master has felt his entire life." He caressed the finger in question, sending shivers up and down my spine. "You are better than they are. They have decided to take the path of denial, you don't have to do that."

"Denial of freedom, denial of emotion that could give them greater power, denial of half of their very natures. Denial of knowledge of the Dark Side-that is why the Dark Side is so hard for them to see. When you deny the part you are afraid of you deny much more at the same time."

"Oh, but he is. He just hides it better. When I went before him as a small child to gain admittance into the Jedi order he was afraid of what I would become. So afraid that the seed of fear within him spread to even my own Master in time and everyone treated me like I should be feared. I became what they expected of me. All because your master saw the concern of a boy for his mother and feared that attatchment which he couldn't understand."

I could feel how right he was. Even the Jedi weren't immune to such flaws, and were more likely to deny them because of the code. I had tasted the Dark Side at the gala because of the potion, and now I remembered how liberating that was. No one got hurt or killed, but I felt free to do what *I* wanted for a change.

I felt her drift off to sleep and could sense that most of the others in the room down there were falling asleep also. This must have been what Liz meant, and it gave us more time. I didn't think about it too much though because I needed to keep that part from Vader and he was wondering what was going on.

It was close enough to the truth. I reflected only momentarily on how easy it had become to lie lately before I shoved all thought violently aside and moved closer to Vader. I felt liberated by the thought that no one would miss me and come peeking into my thoughts for quite some time. I held a finger up and caressed the skin on my lover's face through the Force, taking the initiative for the first time.

"I will think about what you said later, but now I need this. I need you." I closed my eyes, setting up the mental landscape where we could face each other. I kissed him, absorbing myself in each sensation as it came. I didn't want room to think of anything else as we met in that first stage of physical love.

He didn't argue, but I felt reluctance coming from him in waves. I ignored that and looked at the man before me. His presence, his self, was the same with my eyes opened or closed. There were just a few machine parts I had to work around, where he had protected them and hidden them with the Force each time before. I would just have to pay attention to what I was doing.

I stripped quickly, throwing my clothes aside and giving thanks that crushed velvet was supposed to be wrinkled. Vader was much slower, reluctantly pulling off his cape and then working to slowly free himself of his boots. With a grin I set to work helping him. After hearing about his injuries I was surprised to find that his feet looked normal.

"Yes, they can. And so can my hands." He took his gloves off, showing a perfect right hand and a scarred left hand. He reached up and touched my face and I couldn't tell the difference between the real and robotic hands. I grabbed his wrists and kissed his fingertips one at a time, licking one, sucking on another as I went. I smiled and felt thrilled every time he shuddered with the sensation. I kissed each of his palms finally, then pulled his left sleeve up and sucked lightly on his real wrist. He moaned, unused to such sensation after being alone in his suit for so long. I could feel his passion building.

I looked him in the eye, holding his attention as I undid his belt and began to tug his pants down. I wished I could see his brilliant blue eyes under the mask, but knew that it had to stay on in this environment. I nudged him over to lie down on the bed so I could remove his pants, and his reluctance lost in the heat of our combined lust.

I could tell easily where his flesh ended and the replacements began, but I was far more interested in other aspects of his anatomy. I finished the task quickly, wanting to taste more of his flesh and kiss more of his skin. I ran my hands up the inside of his legs, pushing them apart slightly so I could kneel between them. I licked and kissed and tasted the flesh of his thighs teasing slightly on my way up to what was eagerly awaiting between. As I reached his large member I licked my way up, up to the tip, reveling in his motion beneath me. I felt powerful and alive, having this feared Sith Lord tremble at my touch and clutch the sheets to maintain some control. Slowly I opened my mouth around the head of his penis, working my way up and down, taking more in each time. I finally was able to take the whole of him in, concentrating hard on relaxing the back of my throat so I wouldn't gag. I increased my rhythm, licking as I worked my way up and down, feeling his pleasure build almost to release.

I stopped and he growled in frusteration. It didn't matter, I was in charge right now and I wanted more than just his pleasure. I sat up and worked my legs to the outside of his hips, settling myself into place. I started positioning his member outside my opening, then I pushed gently, realizing that I would have to go slowly because it had been a while.

He had other ideas. His hands grasped my hips and he held me in place as he thrust his whole length into me. I cried out from the mixed pain and pleasure, realizing that even the pain was good. We stayed connected like that, just feeling each other together, for a few moments before I started rocking against him. I was in control again, using him to pleasure myself as I rocked just so to hit the sweet spot inside of me. He reached his right hand up and rubbed his thumb against my clit, increasing my pleasure. I rocked faster, building to a climax and feeling his left hand clutch my ass as he grew closer to a climax of his own. I gazed down upon him and felt love flow between us, love even stronger than what Voron and I had felt when he had given my the seed for his child....

The emotional overload and the physical release hit at the same time, throwing us both over the edge as our voices signaled our loss of control. I gasped for air, stunned at the intensity and unable to think as I reluctantly pulled myself off and laid down beside him. My stomach muscles were tight in a small contraction and I reached out through the Force just to make sure everything was normal inside me. Sure enough, my daughter was feeling a bit crowded but healthy and everything would be fine. I felt Vader's concern also and he rested a hand over my baby to make sure for himself.

I stopped short at that thought. He loved me--I had felt it radiate from him. For some reason a chill fear clutched at my heart like an ill omen. I didn't understand why it scared me, but something was deadly wrong with the situation and I knew that events were about to take a new turn.

"We need to leave soon if we're going to get out of here. I still have a few things I want to take with me. I need to get dressed and cleaned up real quick..." I babbled my way out of bed, into my clothes, and out the door so I could go down the hall to the bathroom. After the bedroom door closed I could feel him contemplating the love I had discovered within him. I could hear his private thought, ::Sidious will not be pleased,:: before his thoughts became tightly locked up again.

Here's my last post in the RR. It's Kun smut and a bit of a look into Sith ways as well....along with some foreshadowing for Rent-a-Siths to come! Definitely an NC-17 smut alert for this one!

No sooner had Kun closed the door to my room when the impatience burst out of me like an overripe bubble. “Okay, Kun, give! What *is* that thing?”

His emerald eyes appraised me slowly, a calculating look on his face. “In time”, he said finally. “First, there is another matter which we must address. I am still concerned about your attention to these Jedi women, despite your futile attempts to dodge the topic. There are things I must see for myself. Now, take your clothes off and stand in the center of the room.”

I banked together as much of my strength as I could, then rose and did as my Master bade me. I knew I needed to show no fear. Like my initiation, I sensed this was to be a test where my perceptions would likely be turned against me.

He began by dousing all the lights, plunging the room into total darkness-- somehow I was even unable to see the city lights through the thin shades on the windows. I felt him walk around me in a tight circle, incredibly close but not touching me.

He stepped away from me, then issued a single word: “Inviehr.” In the tongue of the ancient Dark Lords, it meant “wind”. The first step of the ritual challenge of an apprentice by a Sith Master, a sharp, fierce, freezing cold wind whipped out of the depths of Exar’s mind and smacked against me, physically driving me backward. I opened my arms to welcome it, rushing forward with my arms outstretched, the reply “Yhn’vi“, ripped from my throat as my arms became wings, bearing me upward into the cyclone.

From somewhere out of time I heard Kun’s second command: “Anvharra.” The fire he called upon spat from above, the wind cyclone warping into a torrent of flame headed straight for my head. I was ready. My arms whipped up to meet it, calling up the second reply, “Ansharran”. I pulled the flames around me like a cloak.

“Ynliss”, Exar’s voice hissed, and the inferno abruptly froze. Flames became ice daggers, pressing into my skin from all sides. I faltered for only a moment, but paid dearly for it. The ice bit deep into my flesh, and I screamed with pain, and... rage. The anger flooded into me like lightning, and I held it in for a moment, then blasted outward with all the force of my hatred. “Xhakal’an!” I screamed, and my ice cage blasted into a thousand pieces. I caught my breath, reveling in my sudden freedom. Over half of the way there.

“Khatalu”, Kun whispered, and the bottom dropped out beneath me. The fourth and final challenge of the ritual, he had called upon the tremor. The ground shook and split, forcing me off balance and threatening to suck me into the abyss beneath my feet. It took every bit of my concentration to keep myself from falling. I slowly gathered the Force around me, nearly vibrating with the pent-up energy. “N’ghalla”, I said evenly. The shaking stopped as abruptly as it began, and the floor was suddenly firm under my feet. A slight wind blew around my body, lifting my hair off my neck. Though it was cold, it wasn’t unpleasant– if anything, it left me tingling with anticipation. The darkness around me was no longer oppressive, but seemingly alive, sparkling with power and potential. I was breathing hard from the effort, but I held myself erect and triumphant. I had been through this ritual before, so I knew all the responses, but each took both effort and the ability to call upon the Dark Side and correctly channel its incredible power. The responses ritually enacted those things that masters of the Dark Side drew upon– passion to ride the wind, strength to tame the fire, rage to blast through inertia, and power to control your surroundings.

I began to feel the power I had raised congealing around and inside of me. I opened completely to it, letting the dark energy flow into every molecule of my body. I was beyond conscious thought– the Darkness and I were inextricably joined. “Yn khara sihn baratu!” I am the Darkness, said the voice from outside of me. “Yn khara sihn anvharan”, my voice replied. I am the Flame.

The air shimmered in front of me, and formed around the shape of a man. Obi-Wan Kenobi materialized out of the darkness in front of me, his lightsaber held in an attack position, the blue blade shimmering like light in an iceberg. My mind flashed on Maul, his face in rictus of astonished surprise as Kenobi’s blade arced toward his midsection. I screamed with rage, my hand suddenly holding my own deep violet blade. I slashed at him, my attack duplicating his attack upon Maul. I raised my blade in triumph as he fell to the ground in two.

My peripheral vision picked up the next attacker, as Mace Windu materialized on my right. I made a fist and lunged toward him, attacking him with a telekinetic punch. He flew backward and crashed to the ground.

I sensed the next attack and whipped around in time to see Luke Skywalker stepping out of the darkness, his lightsaber lit and ready. On some level I despised him the most, because he worked harder than any of the other Jedi to make sure that he embodied the Jedi code and ideals that had nearly been responsible for the destruction of the Sith. The bolt of hatred came readily to my hand, and I whipped it at Luke, watching as it exploded into him.

I had no time to revel in my success, though, as I felt the next attacker materializing from behind. I turned, and stopped in my tracks as Crysta walked out of the void toward me. My memory flashed on our brief encounter in Ziggy’s office– her love for Luke, her caring for Ziggy, and then the things she thought about me, about the Sith. The fact that unlike my previous attackers, she hadn’t been brainwashed by the Jedi and their Code to hate the Dark Side, to hate the Sith, and yet she still found us incapable of any emotions except rage and greed. “Why are you here?” I yelled at her. “Do you want to fight me, too? How can you fight what you don’t understand! You never even *tried* to understand, you just *judge*!” Part of me wanted to cut her down as I had the others, but part of me was still curious about her, wanting her to understand what she was condemning. I hesitated, and she faded from view.

I felt the air vibrate to my side, and I turned slowly, almost afraid to see who I would face next. Tam stepped out of the night, standing and watching me. “I can’t fight you”, I said quietly, my mind replaying the night of the gala, when I sat huddled on the balcony crying over what Vader had told me, and this woman helped me. Even though she was a Jedi padawan and she knew I was Sith, she helped me and told me to question the “truth” Vader had told me about Maul. “I *won’t* fight you. I have to warn you about Darth Sidious! Vader can’t protect you, even if he cares about you! Tam, be careful!” I called after her as she faded away.

I stood in the Darkness, depleted from all the visitations. I looked around, expecting to see others walking toward me, but I was alone. The wind again rose around me, caressing my body. I felt my consciousness slipping as the Dark energy fell away from me. My feet slipped out from under me and I began falling. “I am Sith”, I said softly as I fell into nothingness.

The next thing I knew I was laying on my bed. I slowly opened my eyes to find the room glowing with candlelight and pleasingly warm. A hand gently massaged my back. I looked over to see Exar Kun laying naked beside me, his raven-black hair falling like a curtain over his shoulders. “What happened?” I asked. I had only dim memories of the Sith ritual. I remembered the calls and the responses, but nothing afterward.

“Did I pass?” I tried to make my voice light, but only succeeded in showing how much the answer mattered.

He looked me up and down for a moment as if considering his answer, then nodded. “Yes. You could never have succeeded in responding to my challenges if you were not truly of the Sith.” His long fingers caressed the side of my face. “And I believe I understand better, now.” He cupped my chin and tilted my face toward his, his deep green eyes locking with mine. “You cannot expect that anyone can know what the Dark Side truly feels like unless they have experienced it, little one. I understand why you wish it, now, but this may be one wish you will not see fulfilled.”

“I know”, I said softly, well aware that he was right. My voice dropped to a whisper. I was afraid to continue, but I did anyway. “Sometimes I envy the Jedi. They all share a common purpose, and they get along...”

Exar interrupted me. “Yes, I sensed your thoughts at dinner. In a way it’s my goal–I want to see the Sith united. I want to see our glorious Empire rebuilt.”

In my mind I saw the vision he sent me– giant, glossy black pyramidal buildings rising out of the jungle. I saw Kun atop the largest one, his long hair blowing in the tropical breeze. “This was your world?”

“Yes, once.” A shadow seemed to cross his face as he thought about it. He got up quickly, cutting off the discussion. He crossed the room and picked up a wooden box painted with moons and suns and brought it over to me. “Here, have a look inside.”

I opened it gingerly, revealing another, smaller box inside. I drew out the second box, which I realized was probably quite ancient.

“I bought the first box for you”, Kun said. “I figured it would match some of the other things you own, so no one is likely to examine it too closely. The second box is made of khanpara wood. It was made by one of the ancient Sith. It’s natural properties inhibit the ability to detect Force objects within.” He opened the ancient box and took out the purple crystal pyramid that we took from the Jedi. “I haven’t sensed them awaken yet, so we’re safe to handle it for a moment.” He regarded my rapt expression with amusement. “Yes, Per’agana, you always were a bit *too* curious! Very well, I will tell you. This is a Sith holocron. It’s an ancient form of teaching device. It holds something of the spirit of its creator, along with all of the legends and lore he chose to include within it. This holocron belonged to Tanalvan, the Master of the Lord who taught Freedon Nadd the ways of the Sith. You will need to be cautious when using it, but I believe the Jedi will stop looking so fervently for it after a bit of time has passed.”

I followed his words with amazement. An actual holocron! I was so awed by being in the presence of this ancient artifact that I almost missed the last sentence. As it was, I could hardly believe what I’d heard. “Wait a minute, *I* need to be cautious using it?”

He smirked at my astonishment. “Yes, apprentice. It will be yours to use, for the moment. It’s the safest place for it, and you can use the thrill and challenge of being taught our history by one of the ancients.” He grinned slyly, then continued. “At least you won’t be able to lure *this* Sith teacher into your bed.”

I gaped at him. “Lure? I hardly lured *you* into bed! You came on to me first, remember?”

He grinned. “Whatever you say, apprentice...” He pulled me into his arms and covered my mouth with his, kissing me deeply and fiercely. I met his challenge, my tongue joining in a serpent’s dance with his, my body relaxing into his embrace.

He came up for air, reaching behind him and picking up the holocron. He took my hand in his and turned it palm-up, gifting me with the artifact. I gasped as it began to glow and thrum with power– not as strong a glow as when Exar had held it, but nonetheless a deep, steady violet light. “It knows you’re Sith”, he whispered as his lips brushed mine again, his teeth lightly catching my lower lip. I grinned and caught his lips with a flick of my tongue.

Exar took the holocron and placed it back in its boxes, setting it on the bedside table, before turning back to me. “Enough playing”, he growled, his mouth claiming mine in a fierce, passionate kiss. I felt his long fingers running over my body, the skin tingling in their wake. His lips traveled downward, caressing the sensitive skin at the base of my neck. I shivered, as his tongue flicked across my earlobe, his teeth biting into my neck. The gentleness followed by the pain was enough to drive me nearly wild. I leapt up and grabbed his arms, pinning them to the bed, descending on him and raining kisses, licks, and bites across his chest. My tongue sought his nipple, encircling it and pulling it into my mouth. I teased him with my teeth as alternately licked and nipped at his nipples. He looked at me cooly, but I had only to look down to realize I’d affected him. Severely.

I looked at his thickening member, and grinned back at him, slowly sliding down the bed. I flipped one leg over him, sitting on his legs and pinning them beneath me, and I very, very slowly lowered my tongue to his penis, licking down from the head to the base. I closed my eyes and began licking his sac, first lightly then with greater urgency. He moaned, and I felt him twist around and try to grab me. I swayed out of his reach, withdrawing from my efforts briefly. His eyes snapped open and glared at me. I smiled back at him, glad for once to feel a bit of power over my Sith Master. I flicked his shaft with my tongue, then lightly took the head in my mouth, caressing it with my tongue. He sucked in his breath and his head arced back with pleasure. I took him deeper in my mouth, my tongue spiraling around his shaft. I slowly took all of him in, careful not to catch him *too* hard with my teeth. I sucked slowly and gradually increased my rhythm. He sat up suddenly, his hand snapping out and catching my neck, pushing me down on him. I let him direct me for a while, the rhythm growing ever more fast and urgent. I felt him start to growl deep in his throat and I quickened the motion, ready for him to explode in my mouth. He suddenly pulled my head away from him, breathing hard with the effort of holding himself back.

He glared at me, his viridian eyes luminous in the candlelight. “Very good, apprentice. But I believe *I* am the Master.”

He shook his head in mock disgust, pushing me back down onto the bed. “By the darkness, apprentice, how you provoke me!”

He straddled me as I had him, his lips and tongue exploring down my body, his ebon hair trailing after him and leaving my skin tingling. His hands cupped my breast, massaging it lightly while he licked around my nipple, pulling it into his mouth and sucking and biting at it. I moaned, and he switched to the other breast, making sure no nerve in my body was left untouched. The pressure of his tongue against my skin was so perfect and so fierce that I felt like my body was levitating in an effort to bring myself ever closer to his touch. His teeth nipped a trail down my body, over my ribs and across my belly. He parted my legs, his tongue flicking across the inside of my thighs. I nearly screamed from his touch— it tickled and felt wonderful all at once. I twisted in his grasp, trying to both escape and force him to lick me harder, I couldn’t possibly decide which I more wanted. His fingers parted the folds and pressed into my opening. I arched my back, thrusting my hips toward him as he slid two fingers home. He thrust them hard into me, and I bucked against him, still wanting more. He slid them in faster and faster, as hard and as fiercely as he could, and I felt the moan well up in my throat as I came. Suddenly he pulled his fingers out and I felt his lips encircle my clit, his tongue caressing my nub and sucking it lightly then very hard and deep. I put my hand on the back of his head, pressing him into me. He complied, his tongue darting into me, then wrapping back around my clit, and back again. I whimpered, wanting to feel him even deeper. I ran my hand along his face, pulling him up to look at me. “Exar, I want to feel you inside me. Please...”

He looked at me appraisingly for a long moment, then centered himself on top of me. I didn’t want to give him time to tease me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him toward me. He resisted enough to only barely let the head slip into my wetness. He taunted me with the head for what felt like an excruciatingly long time, slipping just that little bit in and out of me; then suddenly he snarled and rammed the whole length into me. I screamed from both the pain and the pleasure– it hurt like hell but I’d so deeply wanted it. He rode me hard, and I pulled my knees up nearly to my chin to let him in as deep as he could go, moaning as he slammed into me. I felt myself crashing over the edge, the pleasure cascading over me in waves.

I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close. He smiled at me and kissed me deeply. “My apprentice. My lady of the Sith”, he whispered, caressing my face with his long fingers. I smiled at him, thinking of one thing I could do that would please him immensely. He grinned as he read my thoughs, flipping me over and cupping my ass hard with his fingers.

“Yes, my Master”, I whispered, my arms splayed forward in an almost worshipful position as he rose up behind me. When we acknowledged each other’s power and strength I felt pleased to serve him, knowing it was out of choice and respect. In that way, I did sort of worship him, his incredible power and presence. He grabbed my hips and buried himself inside me, ending all thought. He thrust hard into me and I rocked back to meet him. I was so wet that the hugeness of him inside me didn’t hurt in the least–it just felt fierce, primal, and damn perfect. We rocked together, finding the perfect rhythm, brushing again and again at the sweet spot inside of me. I knew I was moaning as he began thrusting ever faster, and I heard him growl as he rammed into me harder and harder. He moaned, and his hot fluid exploded within me as I felt all thought give way to a climax of my own that seemed to last forever.

We both fell back onto the bed, spent. I caught my breath as I looked at his hard, beautiful body laying next to me. “I feel so lucky...”, I murmured under my breath.

We both started in surprise at the sound of the key in the door. “What the hell?” I said, ready to ream out whoever would be so underhanded as to actually unlock the door and barge in on us.

I held my breath as the door opened, exhaling in surprise as Maul walked in. The surprise was mirrored on his face as he took in Kun and I laying naked on the bed. I looked at him, the mischief likely evident in my face. “Join us”, I said to Maul, hoping he wouldn’t be pissed at my presumptuousness.

“Oh, I’m not sure that’s the best idea”, said Kun with amusement. “You are a bit tired.”

“I doubt she’s *too* tired, Lord Kun”, Maul said in a low voice. I could tell he was mostly teasing, but also a bit competitive. He quickly stripped, and neatly piled his clothes on a chair. “I hope your stamina is up to this, apprentice”, Maul said, grinning slightly at me as he slid onto the bed next to me.

“I think it is”, I returned, sliding into his embrace and enjoying the feel of his unearthly warm, smooth body against my skin. I relaxed at his touch as I never could with Kun, moaning lightly as his tongue and teeth went to work on my neck and shoulders, and feeling his horns brush sharply against my skin. I felt so perfectly relaxed and at ease with Maul’s body against mine that I was thankfully spared the embarassment I would feel later as I slowly drifted into sleep.

Maul’s hands were poised to wake Liz up when Kun stopped him. “You might as well let her sleep, Lord Maul. She’s exhausted. And no, not really from my ministrations. I subjected her to the fourfold challenge.”

Maul considered this for a moment, his face showing little of his surprise. “You thought that necessary?” He slid off the bed and quickly dressed. He could certainly rejoin Liz later, for a more private moment.

“Yes, I did....her interest in those two Jedi women concerned me.” Kun also reached for his clothes, and joined Maul near the door.

“I see that she met the challenges appropriately.” Maul knew better than to be concerned after the fact– had Liz’s commitment to the Sith faltered in the least, she would be dead right now

A shadow passed across Kun’s sharp features. “Yes, that’s the strange thing. Her responses to the Jedi were appropriate, even the one she doesn’t have a strong personal reason to hate. However, she would not fight the two women. I believe I’m beginning to understand, but....”

“I examined the one called Crysta with the Force, earlier. She is interesting....clearly of the light, but uninfluenced by Jedi beliefs as yet. I believe our apprentice admires her strength.”

Kun considered this. “A worthy response, perhaps. It will be interesting to see how the Jedi handle her training. If they respond as I predict they will, this Crysta could bear watching. And speaking of watching, what did you learn about Vader?”

Maul grimaced. “He has a rather large villa with sizeable gardens. He seems to have been using it to entertain the padawan.”

Exar raised an eyebrow. “He certainly isn’t paying for that without help....Sidious knows of their relationship, then, and is monitoring it.” He thought for a moment and frowned. “Our apprentice seems to believe Vader cares for this woman.”

“Sidious will not be pleased. My hope is that Vader will not reveal your own transgression in an attempt to deflect Sidious’ rage from himself. Still, we will need to be prepared for anything.”

Maul looked at Kun. “There’s more. I believe he is planning to go somewhere. He will probably ask the padawan to join him.”

“Immediately, it seems”, Maul’s calm voice belied his inner concerns, as it so often did.

Kun nodded grimly. “No time to waste, then. Make sure you find out where he’s going.”

Maul nodded and slipped out the door. Kun stopped for a moment, planning. He knew he didn’t command Maul, but he also knew Maul was one of the best trackers he’d ever seen. He went back to his room, remembering a few Sith spells he’d come across in his research. He would track them his own way.

Yes it's the round robin that refuses to die! Well I'm tossing my smut hat into the ring and I'm waking everybody up too!!!

You lean against Qui-Gon Djinn's arm feeling an unusual compunction to sleep. Something was definitely wrong. Everyone in the dining room was beginning to nod off. Ulic, Freedon, Maul, Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-One and Obi-Wan seemed not to be immuned by the lulling sounds.

A pink puffy Pokemon continues to croon into the microphone. You have no idea what he's singing but it is making you sleepy. Your eyes are barely open as you turn to your lover Master Djinn. You open your mouth to speak but yawn instead. The urge to go head first into your half eaten dessert is strong.

"I can't hold out," you murmur with your head falling towards the plate. Suddenly you are stopped in mid drop. You then are gently placed back into the chair where your sleeping body slumps into Djinn's lap.

There is a tremendous tug at your conscience. You feel your eyes flutter. The shaking of your shoulders stirs you once again. Your head is so cloudy. You wake. Your eyes are transfixed on a floral pattern on the far wall. Your gaze shifts to your right focusing on Master Djinn. His sighs are labored but he is awake, albeit grudgingly.

You test your voice, "What happened?" You study the throngs of sleeping Jedi, Sith and their respective patrons.

"I suspect it has something to do with Kun and his apprentice." Djinn growls surveying the two empty seats on the Sith side of the table.

"It was difficult but I placed myself into deep meditation when I felt the creature tug at my consciousness. Are you all right?"

"Yes." Djinn clears his throat surveying the room. The sight of groan adults sleeping peacefully at the dinner table was a little ridiculous to behold.

You notice the absence of several people who were there before the sleep crisis. "How do you know it wasn't Luke and-- ."

He pivots his head answering derisively, his famous temper bubbling to the surface, "You mean Yoda's pregnant padawan and Darth Vader are going to orchestrate this? Don't be foolish."

You don't like being hijacked as much as the next person but why take it out on you?

"Don't get testy with me? I didn't do this!" You bark at him. The others around you stir from their slumber.

"You were the one who wanted to come to this bloody party," Djinn growls through gritted teeth. His patience is obviously waning. He ignites his saber. The purple blade hummed steadily, ready for battle.

"Well how in the hell was I suppose to know one these crazy Sith was gonna do some sort of sneak attack on everyone?!"

"Gabrielle this discussion has ended." Djinn snarls and turns off the saber sheathing it in his utility belt.

"Don't dismiss me! I'm not some flunky padawan quivering at your every command. And I say this discussion is not over. I don't like your attitude!"

Djinn's blue eyes constrict. The dishes on the table rattle and then stop. Two steps later he is in front of you. He looks down at you with an expression of cool hostility.

You feel your courage run out the door. You swallow and summon your ego to take its place.

"Yes. Your attitude." You finish with a hint of surety. Your mouth is on automatic pilot now because your brain has left town. "You are much too arrogant."

"So now I'm arrogant." Qui-Gon Djinn folds his arms. You crane your neck to peer up at him. "Are there are any other personality assessments you wish to inform me of?"

You purse your lips and think. He's actually taking this quite well. You were meaning to talk to him about his behavior, of course you never figured it would be here. But since he was willing, "Well there's another little thing--."

"Don't hold back now Gabrielle. You're doing so well." He answers his voice barely a whisper.

Somewhere in the deep recesses of your mind, you know that underneath that tight lid that is his temper, the water is boiling. "Well, there is the little matter of your behavior."

You ignore the mumbling and mutterings of the stirring guests, "You are a bit possessive at times."

"Yes. You don't trust me and I find that disturbing." Your nose is set firmly in the air.

His immense hand grabs your arm, "I find that interesting considering you're still wearing Maul's hickey on your neck."

Your chest heaves up and down after travelling lightspeed out of the dining room, down the hallway and up the stairs into the dormitory.

Your lungs gasp for air while Djinn looks none the worse for wear. You never knew your legs could move that fast. You bend down putting your head between your legs.

You raise your head and look at him with pleading eyes. Your face is red from exertion and blue from lack of oxygen. His stern countenance softens.

You shake your head. He sweeps you into a massive bear hug cutting off what little oxygen you are already receiving. //By the God/King George Lucas, I think I'm going to die.//

Qui's reddened eyes gaze at you. His heightened compassion and love for you kicks into overdrive.

He sweeps you into his arms carrying you gingerly up the long flight of stairs. His boots thud on the wooden steps. You feel Qui connect his lifeforce with yours. Your heart rate slows as your body receives a lungful of oxygen with each breath.

"Shh." The door to his former room opens. Djinn sets you atop the bed. Your body relaxes on the fluffy comforter. "T," Qui patiently addresses the comm speaker on the wall near the door, "send up Gabrielle's bag and my Robe as well. We shall stay here the night."

Breathing normally once again, you prop yourself up on one arm and study the man you love. He is a majestic figure of compassion and wisdom. His leonine silouhette towers inside the dark alcove. You recall hours of discussion about the Force and his reverance for it. He has complete faith and love for the Force and a deep residing respect for the Order and the Temple. His life since the tender age of six months has been in preparation to serve. He knows nothing else and does not want to know anything else.

"I'm sorry." You say softly. "I didn't mean to snap at you. I shouldn't have said those awful things." You feel yourself tearing. //Mace was half-right. I'm the only drama queen in this relationship.//

You are unable to see his face in the dark alcove but you notice his head bob down. He straightens. A flood of embarassment flows through your bond.

"I'm afraid there is truth to your observation, though I am loathe to admit it." Djinn sighs in the darkness. "Sometimes at night I still see you on the platform--" His voice cracks. "Dying. And," Qui pauses, "I think of my life without you and it is too painful to imagine." His voice trails off quietly.

"When you are away on a mission," Your tears fall freely, "battling who knows what where-- I am so afraid that one day you won't come back. What are the joys and pleasures of life when you have no one to share them with?"

You nod sweetly. As he goes to the door. You step off the bed and strip off your clothing. You place them neatly on the desk and lounge on the bed.

"Well that was a droid dropping off your bag." Qui says placing it out of the way. "I do hope there are extra-towels in the fresher. These newer droids aren't as reliable the older models-." He stares at your nude body. "

You stand on the desk chair to aid you in your task. Even then your head reaches just below his chin. First you toss his poncho aside. The tunic underneath hugs him more snugly. He raises his arms, helping you remove it.

You nod and fold it. He gestures and the shirt hovers toward the desk and rests gently upon it. You smile and kiss him. Your tongue enters his warm mouth. His wet kisses are always a delight. You moan when he pulls away. He strokes your hair.

You pull off the next tunic revealing his broad chest and massive shoulders. You fold it and it floats to the desk and rests gently atop the other tunic. Your hands stroke his rounded pecs, hard muscles and whisks of light brown curls. You wrap your arms around his torso (as much as you can) allowing your mouth to worship him.

A groan erupts deep within him when you nip at his ridged stomach. Your face is so close to the prize below. A prize which has given you hours of pleasure. You whimper and become wet just thinking about what he will do to you.

Qui pulls you up and leans down to suckle your breasts. The wet sounds of his mouth on your nipples echoes in the room. Your hands intertwine in his luxurious mane while you moan.

"You're so wet." Djinn grins. His mouth finds your necks and nips at it. "Your body is mine. Not Maul's, not any man's. Do you understand?" He growls.

Pleased, he kisses you again mouthing you hungrily. The smell of sex is in the air and you want more. You undo his pants and reach inside. Your hand is greeted by an incredibly heavy and stiff penis. You free it from its confines and cup his even heavier sac.

You nod, "Always." You shift position on the chair and take his cock into your mouth fully, just the way you both like it. You stroke the base firmly while licking it's weeping head. His massive organ wets your chin and mouth with its' lubrication.

Your tongue flicks the tip and underneath it causing his hips to buck. His hands fall to the side of your head holding you in place. You form your mouth into a hollow as he starts fucking you. The master's eyes are closed, head thrown back with pleasure. You know if this keeps up you are going to get a mouthful of cum and then some. He always has a full load.

"Unh, Unh. --Oh...yes." Your knees are almost at your shoulders. Djinn rides you hard grunting with each thrust. You clinch him with each penetration making the fit even tighter.

Qui pulls out suddenly. You whimper at the empty feeling. He closes his eyes trying to calm himself.

You raise up and kiss him. His eyes are closed. You know he is trying to center himself. "Not tonight Jedi. No. Control."

You stroke his dick vigorously. Qui-Gon Djinn opens his eyes. "I didn't say you could move."

You lay down, spread your legs and raise your hips. Qui enters you swiftly, moving your body with each thrust.

You gasp. Each thrust filling you with turbocharge ecstasy. His large cock fills your interior easily. You squeak.

//You.// You grunt. //Oh gods, I can't--.// You feel yourself climb as the master vigorously pounds.

Your nails dig into his flesh. Your vaginal muscles contracts and your hips buck. Djinn growls above you.

"Ahhhhh!" You scream your orgasm and collapse underneath him. He plunges his cock into your wet pussy faster, harder and deeper. You wrap your legs around him, pushing him in deeper and over the edge.

Qui's body jerks into you. The bed creaks. His body stiffens. You raise your hips. His dick gushes hot sticky seed inside of you. The master's hips move slowly pumping more out of him.

You clench him, milking his penis for all its worth. He growls and slumps on you.

You stroke his sweaty back. His quiet breathing tells you he has fallen asleep inside of you. But then again, he always does. You purr with satisfaction.

*As the sickly sweet little Pokemon creature began to
sing its siren's song,
Ulic Qel-Droma's Danger Sense rang out throughout
every pore of his body. He
had known Exar Kun far too long to know that Kun would
allow such a creature
the privelege of existing if it had not some lethal or
otherwise dangerous
aspect to it. As the heads of those around him began
to drop, the waves of
sleepiness washing over those who were entranced by
the creature, Ulic began
to channel his own dark energies into a power used by
Sith and Jedi alike to
retain consciousness ((Remain Conscious I believe it
is called)). He closed
his eyes, pretending as if he, too, fell victim to the
trick, as his mind was
still quite active.*

*Ulic was merely biding his time for when he would see
to it that the Sith
female called Siduri was brought from the depths of
the sleep that seemed to
have overcome her before he had shut his eyes.
Feigning a yawn, he curled up
onto the floor and wrapped his arms around Siduri, who
had also slumped from
her standing position. Ulic knew that the female
figure he had clutched was
her even without the use of his eyes, as he could tell
from the very
indentation of her waist, the curve of her hips, and
as he reached further
across her midsection, his fingers passed over the
chain that hung aroung her
waist that was held intact by her naval ring.*

*He could hear Kun's voice, speaking to someone who
had remained awake,
although he could not ascertain what his colleague was
saying, nor to whom.
All in all, Kun and the other did not seem to pick up
that Ulic had not fallen
for the little ploy, and soon, Kun's voice had faded
and then fell silent. It
would not be long now, Ulic thought as the snores from
some of the Jedi had
filled his ears. A few minutes later, his eyes slowly
fluttered open, viewing
the tableau-like room with the slumbering Force users.
A smile formed upon his
lips as his eyes fell upon the sleeping Siduri, her
vibrant red locks splayed
across the floor in almost a halo fashion, as if she
were the paragon of
Sithly vice. How beautiful she looked when she was
asleep, Ulic thought as he
ran his finger lightly against her chin. He could
feel his shaft hardening as
he gazed upon her. Indeed, it was time for her to
awaken, as his lust began to
increase, his member beginning to rise within the
confines of his pants. The
only question that remained in his mind was how to go
about bringing her forth
from her slumber.*

Siduri...*Ulic whispered, his voice filled with the
desire he felt, as he
brushed his darkness across her unconscious mind.*

*A soft moan was issued from her lips as she responded
to his mental touch,
although the spell of the little siren was too strong
to be broken that
easily.*

*He leaned over her body, rolling her slightly so that
she was lying fully on
her back. He ran his powerful hands up her legs,
kneading the taut, athletic
flesh of her thighs within the tiny shorts she wore.
He dipped his index
finger deep into the opening of her Mons Veneris,
pressing the fabric of the
shorts inward as he did so. He breathed deeply as he
explored her insides
with his finger. She was wide and certainly could
accommodate many more of
his fingers at once, and even with his member swollen
as it was now, there
would be plenty of vacant space.*

*Siduri, in turn, was beginning to feel the fruits of
Ulic's labors, her
vaginal zone beginning to seep with wet, slick fluid
and a deeper moan passed
through her slightly breached lips, although her eyes
still remained closed.
Indeed, the siren's song had been a potent one.*

*Ulic slowly slid his finger from Siduri's interior,
leaving the fabric
pressed into her hole, as his hands travelled up her
body, slipping underneath
the halter top that she wore and toyed with the rings
that hung from her
nipples. In his eyes, she was perfect, her body
completely designed for
fucking. He would have her, that he was certain. And
now, with everyone
asleep, there would be no interruptions, no dirty
looks from Jedi Masters with
sticks up their tight asses, no looks of jealousy from
his fellow Sith, who he
knew simply wanted what he now possessed.*

*He gripped her breasts, tugging on them with the
piercings, as his hands
sought out the Control Rune that he, himself, had
placed upon her left breast.
The Rune ignited with his touch, her skin glowing as
it was activated.
Grinning at his own handiwork, Ulic fed his own
darkness into her body, seeing
her stirring from the call of the Rune, its power far
stronger than that of
the odd little creature Kun had produced.*

Awaken, my pet, *He whispered, running his lips across
her own, his hands
continuing to squeeze her full breasts.*

*Siduri's brown eyes slowly appeared, her lids
retreating to where they should
be, athough her head was spinning. Before her, the
image of Ulic Qel-Droma
whirled about as if she were in a fighter doing 360
after 350.* Qel-Droma?
*she questioned, her voice throaty from her slumber,
her dark eyes blinking
slightly.*

*Grinning, Ulic moved his own well-built form off of
Siduri's body and whisked
her off of the floor, carrying her aloft in his arms*
Yes, it is I, my pet.
*He answered, his erection swelling all the more now
that she would be ripe
for his taking, as he headed off in the direction of
the staircase, leaving
the others to linger in the realm of dreams*

Where are you taking me? *She asked as she began to
pull upon the darkness and
cease her mind from its relentless spinning*

Shhhh. *he grinned, placing his finger against her
full lips, and ascended the
stairs*

Warning: This and future installments will contain
issues- S&M in particular,
that some people may find unsettling. These are not
my own "real life" views
as toward sex, but a mere reflection of the fictional
character of Siduri's
personality. Therefore, I would like to give those
who feel this might upset
them for whatever reason the opportunity to destroy
this email now, before
reading something that they might not have wished to
have read in the first
place.

Now, without further adieu, Part Two:))

*With long strides, Ulic Qel-Droma approached the
staircase in the Rent-A-Jedi
complex, the Sith female called Siduri still carried
aloft in his muscular
arms. In the time since he had lifted her slender
body from the floor, his
erection had hardened, swelling so large that it was
barely able to be
contained within the pleats of his black trousers.
Neither had Siduri missed
this, as she, herself, was quite an expert on male
genitalia, having had so
many produced for her own inspection during the course
of her relatively short
life span. Indeed, Ulic could have served as the
poster boy for male
virility, as although he had reached well over 3,000
years, his member was as
rigid and swollen as that of a male born but eighteen
years ago, and his
outward appearance, perfectly preserved in the
youthful flowering of a man in
the latter part of his 20s. Both these aspects had
been one added pluses of
being a Sith, as a Sith of the highest ranks would not
be unfamiliar with the
process of transferring one's life essence from one
body to the next, fusing
their soul into that of the host, and ousting the one
that had previously
called the body its home. In this way, a Sith's life
could go on for
generations without ever need of clone, and such a
process had existed through
the years where the Sith had gone into hiding so that
much of their secret
knowledge would not be obliterated as the Jedi once
again moved toward the
forefront of the galaxy.*

Qel-Droma- *Siduri said yet again, feeling her breasts
bouncing as Ulic began
to ascend the staircase leading toward the second
floor. Her dark eyes,
however, were elsewhere, locked upon his massive
erection, her mouth already
beginning to water for the taste of the liquid that he
harbored within it- the
liquid that was the seed of all life, the one
substance that her body was
truly addicted to, the salty-sweet milk of a male.*

Silence, woman. *He muttered, as he quickened his
pace, his boots pounding up
the steps until he had reached the top, his black
cloak rippling behind him as
he briskly trudged down the hallway leading toward the
Sith's wing of the
upper floor. Passing room after room, Ulic toyed with
the notion of forgoing
the use of the new room that he had been allotted by
Liz, his new employer, to
spoil the sumptious satin sheets that he had witnessed
being delivered by the
housekeeping droid to the chamber belonging to his old
friend Exar Kun. Kun
had been with the "business" far longer than he, a
newcomer had, and perhaps
that is why he had gotten satin instead of regulation
Republic issued cotton
sheets that Ulic and the other employees had their
beds furnished with.
However, since Ulic had caught the interaction between
Kun and Liz prior to
the dinner, he had decided that although Kun certainly
deserved having such
choice sheets spoiled with the fluids that would
surely result from his
fucking of the Sith female for his little stunt with
the singing creature, it
would be for Ulic's own benefit to use the room that
he had been given.*

Qel-Droma! *Siduri said, her voice tinged with more
than a slight annoyance,
despite her obvious arousal and her own interior
regions becoming warmer and
wetter with each passing moment that her shorts were
beginning to become
perfumed with her scent.* Tell me now what happened
down there!

*Ulic suddenly stopped in his tracks in the hallway,
just mere steps from his
room, turning his head slowly that he looked at her,
drawing upon the darkness
to slap her across the face with the power of
telekinesis ((TK)) as if an
invisible hand had done so, since his own two hands
were holding her aloft.*
Never speak to me in that tone, woman! That is no
concern of yours at the
moment! *he growled at her, his body filled with
ferocity as rage and lust
wound themselves into fiery tendrils. His body
pulsated with raw power and he
hurled Siduri onto the bed as he stormed into his
room, sealing the door with
the power of Electronic Manipulation.*

*Ulic knew that Siduri, as a Warrior, would not have
knowledge of how to
manipulate the Force in such a way, as it was one of
the more advanced skills
that she had yet to be trained in. A smirk formed
upon his lips as he watched
her struggle, her athletic legs kicking and flying
against him, her torso
writhing and arms flailing, fists clenched into
punches that would never
connect. It was not that she was weak or unskilled in
the realm of combat,
but merely, that she had met her match and Ulic had
allowed her out of his own
maliciousness, to struggle in vain, whereas he could
have simply activated the
Rune and let her know where she stood in the chain of
power. He was the
Master. She, little more than his slave if he so
wished. And now, that was
where his thoughts lie. He would make her scream,
impale her with his
sharpened sword, and find release within her recesses.
Raising his hand, he
activated the Rune just enough so that she would be in
enough pain to not
fight him so fiercely.* Let's not try that again,
woman, or I assure you that
you shall feel far worse. I *he stressed emphatically*
give the orders.

*Siduri shrieked, her voice so shrill that it alone,
could have woken the
slumbering Jedi one flight below had the spell not
been so strong, the power
of the Control Rune literally forbidding her body from
responding in an attack
against him. How she loathed these devices, as in her
mind, they had their
purposes for restraining those not so fortunate to
have discovered the true
power in the universe, but they should never have been
employed upon the flesh
of a fellow Sith. Her dark eyes flashed and she ground
her teeth, as Ulic
reached for her shorts, and tore the fabric completely
off of her body with
one great tug. He smirked, running the shreds of
material underneath his
nose, savoring her scent, his tongue licking the
residue of her discharge from
the crotch. His own deep brown eyes flickered with
the flames of passion, of
lust incarnate. Siduri had tasted like no other
woman; not even Aleema's
juices could bring him to his knees as hers could.
Concentrating, her called
a pair of binders from the top drawer of his dresser
across the room to his
own hands and quickly snapped them onto Siduri's
wrists, binding her to the
bed post.*

Qel-Droma, you Gungan-Fucker! *Siduri hissed as she
soon found out that the
Control Rune he had carved upon her made her use of
the Force power of
Contort/Escape impossible as it would be against his
wishes. She struggled a
bit more, trying to break the seal on the binders by
sheer physical force
alone, and again, failed. However, beneath the veneer
of anger that Siduri
cast, she was secretly enjoying all of this treatment
and that Ulic knew quite
well as he ran his finger along her vaginal lips,
scooping up the fluid she
oozed and licked it. He, himself, felt his hormones
raging, as the time was
drawing closer to stop the toying and reap the rewards
of his conquest*

*And then, an idea came to him to further piss her
off, as he already knew she
had little humor when it came to Sith illusions.* You
want to be fucked by a
Gungan, don't you, my pet?* He sneered, drawing the
Force about him, and
transforming the exerior of his body so that he
resembled on of those
creatures, taunting her as he shed his pants, moving
toward her with his
seemingly alien member swelling, tracing it along the
outline of her lower
lips.*

*Siduri eyes' were filled with pure and utter rage as
she beat her wrists
against the bedposts, channelling all of her energy
into seeing past the
illusion, ripping at it with the very force of her
being as such the idea of
an alien, and a Gungan at that, touching her in such a
manner proved to be one
of the most vile. Praesitalenes, such as she, were
not known to be fond of
the non-human races. The Falleen were their mortal
enemies, sworn after
decades of wars with them across the Sulis Sector. And
the Gungans, were a
pea-brained race like that of the Gammorreans that
Palpatine should have wiped
out completely and spared the galaxy from their
idiocy.*

*Watching her reaction was enough alone for Ulic so
much that he dropped the
illusion and grinning like the Cheshire cat, he
observed her body instantly
relaxing when it felt his quite human member probing
her exterior. Siduri,
herself, drew a sharp breath and leaned inward, her
lips moving upon Ulic's
own as she muttered* You bastard.

*His tongue forcing its way deeper into her mouth, he
yanked the halter top
off of her body. Drawing and igniting his lightsaber
in one quick stroke and
slicing the dangling shirt off of her arms. Replacing
the saber, he tossed
off his own cloak and black silken shirt into a heap
onto the floor and
climbed upon the bed, still leaving her bound to the
bedposts, whispering as
he slid his tongue down her chin, over her neck and
onto her breasts* And now,
Siduri, you will be mine-

Warning: This installment will contain issues- S&M in particular,
that some people may find unsettling. These are not my own "real life" views
toward sex, but a mere reflection of the fictional character of Siduri's
personality. Therefore, I would like to give those who feel this might upset
them for whatever reason the opportunity to destroy this email now, before
reading something that they might not have wished to have read in the first
place.))

*Siduri gazed up into the dark, passion-filled eyes of the former Jedi that
was now lying ontop of her. His lips had almost a natural sneer to them that
would have seemed quite unfitting while he was still a servant of the wretched
Light. But she had known about his history, as it was part of the so-called
required reading she had been given while still an adapt wandering about the
Cathedral's, the Sith Temple within Cloud City on Bespin's, library; Ulic had
only deemed to submerse himself within the darkness to try to cork its spread
throughout the galaxy. He had been proud, too proud for a Jedi, to think that
he could taste the forbidden fruit of the Darkside and not be seduced by its
power. It was this arrogance along with his slaughtering of Satal Keto in
retribution for the death of his dear old Jedi Master Arca Jeth, a death
administered by freely allowing the darkness to flood him, that kept him
bonded to the Dark path, long after the effects of the Satal's Sith poison
would be viable. Siduri, too, had read of the tale of how Ulic tried to
redeem himself, by tutoring the daughter of the simpering Jedi Nomi Sunrider
in the ways of the Light that he could no longer touch. But the Light would
no longer have him, and Ulic grew tired of repressing the needs, the desires
that had been an essential part of him since Nadd had prophesized that he
would be one of those to restore the glory of the Sith.*

*He wore the thousands of years of darkness quite well, and the lust that
rippled throughout his body, made his features all the more appealing to
Siduri: his prominent, stately jawline, the dark chocolate waves that framed
his face and often would fall softly over his forehead, slightly obscuring the
spider-like Sith Rune that was burned into his flesh by a former Dark Lord,
and his eyes, the dark brown pools where Siduri could see her own anger, her
own lust reflected back to her. Siduri moved her wrists, yet again, testing
the hold of the binders as she had remained pinned to the upper posts of
Qel-Droma's bed, finding them to be sound.*

Do you think you can control me in this arena, Qel-Droma? *Siduri purred,
running her tongue along her lower lip as she felt his sculpted body press
against her own athletic form.*

*Ulic's lips twisted from the sneer almost into a smile as he silently called
a thin leather cord from the upper drawer of his dresser into his awaiting
hand. Granted, the Control Rune that he had carved upon her left breast could
make her more susceptable to his wants, his desires, but it would take a good
entering of her mind with the Affect Mind power that could render her
completely in his control. But, that was not what he was after, as he could do
that with any female, and Siduri seemed to have more of a grasp on how to
utilize her powers of seduction than even Aleema could so long ago. He
tightened his hold on the leather cord and chuckled softly* I do not doubt
that you are experienced, my pet. I did not want a doe-eyed virgin that runs
after Jedi and does not have the slightest idea as to what she should do when
one parts her legs.

*Siduri could not help but smile at the mental image he had created. True, she
had seen many of these silly girls within this very building, thinking that
just because they had found themselves a force user they would be in for the
time of their lives. Pity that they had tried that with the lightsiders, as
many of them were far too "nice" to send them on their way or were even more
disgustingly "nice" when their little consciences told them that they could
not deflower one so young and trusting for one night of carnal pleasure.
Siduri, however, had no mercy for the woman who had not been trained in the
arts of pleasing men, as it was such a deeply ingrained portion of her culture
as a Praesitalene.* Indeed? *she teased him, her own deep brown eyes following
the cord that Ulic was playing with, wondering just what he intended to do
with it.*

Yes. *Ulic replied, tapping the cord against his palm, pondering whether to
slip it through the ring within her clitoris now or prolong the torture, by
placing it through other places first.* However *he began* I can't have you
thinking things that simply are not so. I am the Master. *he grinned
maliciously as he threaded the leather cord through the silver rings
protruding from Siduri's hardened nipples. Ulic adjusted the cord, pulling it
so that he tied a knot within both ends, forming a leash which he now held her
by.* Do not forget that, my pet.

*Siduri's eyes flickered with deep amusement. Did Qel-Droma think he was
trying something entirely new with her? Well, let him, she thought, as he
bound her breasts together, as she adored the feeling of the tautness pulling
her breasts and the rings within them. He had never been to her Fortress on
Praesitalyn, nor had he seen the vast array of bondage attire that she had
custom made for herself from the finest sex shops on Nar Shaddaa. If only she
had her hands free, she would have grabbed his swollen manhood and shown him
who was the true Master in the arts of love-making. Instead, she shook her
head of wild red tresses off to the side, looking sideways at him through
quite cynical eyes as she spoke* And what would you do to me if I dared to
challenge this notion, Qel-Droma? I do not deny that you far surpass me in
your ability to harness the Darkness. There, I humbly submit myself before my
better, as what Sith is not told of your rise to power, but *she lifted her
head, boring her dark eyes into his very being* what Sith woman does not know
that you've always had a weakness for our kind and our charms. *Siduri purred,
nodding her head slightly in the direction of her bound breasts*

You dare challenge me, woman? *Rage consumed Ulic's body as he fiercely yanked
Siduri by the leather cord, ripping her her position against the headboard,
and holding her mere centimeters from his own heaving body. How dare she? And
yet, it was her insolence such as this that sparked his own passion for her.
Damn her! Aleema had once played this game with him, and yet, Aleema became
weak. She allowed him to have the upper hand far too easily, and although she
had conspired against him, she proved that she could not control neither her
power, nor her own lust, when she walked so easily into his and Exar Kun's
trap. Ah, it had been so long ago, but Ulic would never forget the
wonderfully awful stirring within the darkness, just before Aleema tasted
death at his hand, when she knew that he had sent her to her death. Of course,
it did eat at his conscience at the time, but that could be expected, with all
his years serving the Light, before his eyes were opened as to the true path.
With the back of his other hand, Ulic slapped Siduri across her face. Yes, she
needed to be taught a lesson.*

*Siduri's cheeks reddened, the outline of Ulic's hand becoming apparent across
her flesh. However, there was no cry, no sense of self-pity or recoiling at
the sensation of pain, but merely, a demonic grin upon her full lips, taunting
him and tempting him to give her more. Her body was already bent, as it was,
curved outward as her wrists remained shackled to the posts* Try me,
Qel-Droma. *she sneered* Let that be the test.

*That was all the encouragement that Ulic needed, as he flung Siduri's down
upon the bed, though still holding her by the leather leash at her breasts, as
he was sure he was tugging at them to their normal limits and it would surely
hurt, though he hardly cared, as this woman seemed to embrace pain as well as
pleasure. He positioned his swollen member along her entrance, rubbing it
against her vaginal lips to get her juices flowing properly for a smooth
entry. And then he plunged it within her opening, driving it down within her
like a dagger, as her eyes widened and a great moan escaped from her mouth.
Indeed, the trial had begun.*

((more to come))