The Rent-a-Jedi Gala (Round Robin)


From: "Tam Chronin"
Subject: [Sith_Chicks] R-A-J RR: Hiding from the GK



I looked around, ducking into a doorway across the way. I saw him go in there a few minutes ago, but he hadn't come out yet. I heard flapping wings from what was probably the back entrance, but I couldn't be sure it was him. Then again, if that had been him I got the feeling he wouldn't be back for at least a while.
Gathering my courage I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. It sounded like a party was going on in there...maybe I could hide in there...try to blend in...
I pulled my black satin cloak around me, scanning the sky uneasily just in case. The door opened and a lady in a wet dress looked at me, puzzled. "Can I help you?"
"Is he gone yet?"
She looked at me warily. "Who?"
"Jareth, the Goblin King. Did he leave?" I was trying to keep my voice down, but the party behind her was loud.
"You just missed him."
"Oh. Thank the Gods." I slumped in relief, glad that he must have gone the other way and wouldn't have seen me.
"Why?" I could sense frusteration and annoyance rolling off of her in waves, but they didn't seem directed at me--yet.
"I just, well, Master Yoda was going somewhere else tonight, so I accepted this invitation from Jareth, but I kinda got fed up with the way I was being treated--like just another jewl on the crown--so I decided to go home. Only, Jareth was waiting for me there and he was mad. I slipped away before he saw me, but he's been searching for me..."
I heard flapping in the night sky behind me and pulled the hood of my cloak tight around my face. "Can I come in?"
At the panic in my voice she gestured me inside and I leaned back against the wall next to the door. I looked around, realizing where I was for the first time. "Wait a minute. This is Rent-A-Jedi, isn't it?" I was giggling and my hostess was looking at me strangely.
"Yes, it is. Why?"
"That means you must me Ziggy! Master Yoda has been talking about this place for a while now..."
"Do I know you?"
"No, and you've probably never heard of me either. I'm Tam Chronin, Yoda's Padawan."
She looked me over, starting to smile. I was wearing a midnight blue ball gown, flowing down to the floor, with silver and crystal trim--provided by Jareth of course. "You look dressed for a party, and we're having one. Why don't you come in and enjoy yourself? And if you can help me keep a few of the Jedi Masters in line while you're here..."
"I'd be delighted. It's bound to be more interesting than Jareth's party was."
Ziggy only grinned as we rounded the corner and I glanced at the party going on within. I almost had a heart attack as I saw the Sith and the Jedi in the same room together, hoping no one I knew had been killed.
"Interesting? Yah, I think that word would cover this situation."
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Well, that would be my contribution to keeping the party going. :) I love this thing!
Tam Chronin

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From: "Tam Chronin"
Subject: [Sith_Chicks] R-A-J RR: And the Band Played On?



I found Master Yoda in a corner working on something. I figured it would be polite for me to say hi, even if he might not like that I was here. "Hi Master Yoda. What are you doing?"
Distractedly he pulled on some wires and answered me. "This karaoke machine--fixed it must be. Cut in half it was, and the party has--Tam!"
He looked up, clearly surprised to see me. He gave me that What-are-You-doing-here look and I just smiled innocently. "Maybe you should start by removing the butcher knife, Master."
Yoda blinked slowly a few times and I could tell he was drunk. "Getting to that,I was. Tell me how to fix this you should not. Sleeping you should be."
"Why, so I can wake up nice and early and yell at you to get your hung-over butt out of bed to practice? Remember what you did the last time I did that?"
"Drunk? Think you that I am drunk? More respect you should have for me, young Padawan. Distracted am I, that is all."
"Sure, Master Yoda. Whatever you say Master Yoda." I reached over and snagged a drink from a passing R2 droid.
"Drink that you should not."
"Why not?"
"Spiked the punch was earlier. Contaminated that might be. Pregnant you are, alcohol the baby does not need."
Ever notice that when someone says something like that the song always ends and all conversations have reached a mysterious hiatus? Of course, the person speaking has his or her voice raised to reach over the now nonexistant noise and never notices how quiet things have suddenly gotten.
Every eye was on me. I think I turned about three shades of red in the eternity I was scrutinized. Finally the next song started and people slowly turned back to what they were doing. I kicked the karaoke machine despite Master Yoda's glare. "Sorry, hormones." Glaring I walked out to the balcony I just spotted.
Well, there went any chance of getting laid that night. The father of the child I carried had become "one with the Force" a week after it had happened, so that was that for my sex life. Of course, no one here except Master Yoda would know that, so my chances had just become nil.
"DAMMIT! Female Jedi have needs too!"
"Are you okay out here?" Ziggy was standing at the door to the balcony, concern written all over stressed-out face.
"Yah, sure. It's just that when I realized where I was I just kinda thought...."
"I heard what you just screamed, I kinda got the picture."
"Well, Master Yoda is kinda protective of me. It's like I'm his daughter, so he has a moral obligation to scare off anybody who might be interested. It works."
"I can imagine."
"Thanks for talking to me, I needed that. May I make a suggestion?"
"What?"
"You look frazzled. Try screaming over the balcony, it helps." I grinned as I walked away.
Right outside the doors I was met by a young man in black. "Hi, I'm Luke Skywalker. I haven't seen you around before."
My hopes lept up and down in excitement. He was kinda cute. "Hi. I'm Tam, Master Yoda's Padawan."
"Master Yoda taught me also...that's part of what I wanted to talk to you about."
Huh?
"I've heard that women get hormonal when they're pregnant, it happened to my sister too. Still, I think you should work harder on controlling your emotions, especially now. If you can master them at a time like this--"
I took a deep breath, and I could tell he thought I was working on that control for a moment. He knew better when I let it out. "I. DIDN'T. NEED. TO. HEAR. THAT. RIGHT. NOW!!!" At "need" I had poked him in the chest toward the balcony. Not satisfied with that I Force pushed him all the way outside at "that". With my final burst of hormonal rage I slammed the doors to the balcony shut and locked them with a satisfying click.
I turned around with a sweet smile plastered to my face and half the crowd quickly turned around and resumed their prior activity. That's when I noticed all the Sith lined up and staring at me--appreciatively. Almost as one they began moving toward me with sly grins. It was comical when they noticed each other and took the time to glare...but I knew I was in trouble.
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You're welcome Ziggy...or didn't you think I'd really do it? For anyone wondering about Tam's real back story just ask, I'm more than willing to share. :) (It explains why she's pregnant and stuff...trust me, it's not art mirroring life, thank the gods.)
Tam Chronin


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From: "Selah Specht"
Subject: [Sith_Chicks] R-a-J RR: The GK Strikes Back



I turned from my nice progress at scSubject: [Sith_Chicks] R-a-J RR: The GK Strikes Backreaming my lungs out as I realized that someone was being pushed onto the balcony with me. My eyes widened as I comprehened who it was...maybe I could vault the balcony and somehow not end up breaking every single bone in my body...

Tam was in the middle of shouting every curse known to man at Luke while I tried desperately to get her attention. *No Tam...not him...not out here...with me....Nononononono!!!* I mentally whimpered, but it was too late. The doors swung shut and locked with an ominous click. Quickly I lunged for the handle and swung it back and forth with all my might, but no good. I was locked outside on a balcony with Luke Skywalker. Normally I'd be thrilled, but under the circumstances, I was a little less so. I sighed as he noticed me and shrugged lamely.

"Son of a Fraggle...don't you know never to say anything like that to a hormonal woman?" I asked, sighing in resignation to the fact that we really were stuck out here.

"I just-"

"Never mind...it's nothing to think about now...we're just stuck out here is all!" I snapped, running a hand through my hair.

"I can use the Force-"

"Force-proof locks...we needed to keep Freedon Nadd from sneaking out to get liquor at all hours of the night," I muttered, kicking the door lightly in disgust. Then it occurred to me: knocking on a door makes a sound! Laughing at my stupidity, I rapped on the door lightly, then harder. Almost immediately, Obi came running...make that Obi-One. He grinned and waved.

"Let us back in!!!" I called and he frowned, then lifted a hand to his ear.

"I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME, MORON!!!! LET US IN!!!!" I bellowed, pounding on the door. His grin actually got wider and he waved again before trotting away.

"Remind me to hack him up into itty bitty pieces when we're let back in," I mumbled, kicking the door one more time for good measure.

"It could be worse," Luke offered and I made a face.

"Obviously your evening has been a lot better than mine or else you wouldn't think to say that," I mumbled, then shivered despite my efforts to keep my stupid body under control.

"Still cold?" he asked, noticing that I was still sopping.

"I'm fine..." I said, maybe a little too quickly.

"But you're soaked!"

"I'm fine!!" I said, slightly stronger.

"Um...just...just stay over there and let me think of what to do, all right?" I added, ignoring the fact that he was looking at me as if I had grown a third eye or something. Frowning, I moved to the opposite side of the balcony and began to ponder. The rope had been confiscated by someone, probably one of my interns, so I couldn't use that...So I really was stuck.

I knew it would take all my willpower to be good, but it shouldn't be too much of a problem now. After all, he had Crysta, end of story, put it to bed, bind it, set it in stone, blah blah blah. Besides, after my mental beating from Jareth, I wasn't sure I wanted to admit any of my feelings for him. How did I know that Qui and Obi weren't using my position to their advantage, or that he might? Besides, he had no interest in me at all, and that was that. He didn't need to know and I sure as hell wasn't going to open my yap.

"What to do...what to do..."I murmured, pacing. I blinked dumbly as I looked up and saw it. A shimmering sphere, inches from my face. "Oh no..."I almost wailed, knowing that things just got that much more fun. My eyes narrowed and I batted at it, but the crystal lazily rose right above my reach and hung silently in midair.

"What is it?" Luke asked, frowning as he walked over to where I stood.

"Nothing!" I replied instantly.

"Nothing? Nothing? Tra la la?" I moaned and watched as the owl that had been silently waiting on the far side of the balcony jumped into the air. With a burst of magic and light, it transformed to a familiar,if annoying, figure.

"Who....?" Luke immediately asked, his expression dumbfounded. I whimpered at Jareth's smug look.

"Why you don't know? Then I guess he's never read your laby/SW crossovers, love!" Jareth said, trying to look innocent, a feat he never was able to really accomplish. -Thank heaven for small favors...- I thought at Jareth's comment, happy that he hadn't stumbled on the laby archive and those three particular stories.

"Luke, this is Jareth...a guy from a labyrinth list I'm on...he's the goblin king..." I sighed, giving a half-hearted gesture in J's direction.

"Come, come, darling, I'm more than that!" he added, crossing over to Luke. "I must say...Farmboy isn't very bright about this, is he?"

"JARETH!!" I protested. "You said you were going to go!! In fact, I ordered you to go!!" I added, glaring.

"All in good time...you haven't told me if you were going to take me up on my offer..." Jareth said, suddenly turning on the charm as he turned back to face me.

"What offer?" Luke asked, finally becoming suspicious.

In response Jareth grinned and plucked the crystal out of the air and displayed it right in front of my eyes. "It's a crystal, nothing more...but if you turn it this way, it will show you your dreams...do you want it?" he asked, his voice a seductive whisper. I raised a bored eyebrow and tilted my head.

"J, I've got bunches of these lying around at home, why would I want another!?"

"True...but you really should come back with me..." he countered, taking a step closer.

"Why do you have...?" Luke asked, looking from me to Jareth.

"Why Farmboy, you don't know? We used to be married..." Jareth announced and I groaned.

"It was only for six days...it was an accident, really, and nothing happened!!!" I told the Jedi, glaring daggers at J. "Much to Jareth's dismay..." I added smugly, remembering his displeasure when he had seen that my room is practically a Luke Skywalker shrine with healthy doses of the dynamic duo here and there.

"Yes, well, it seems you had your sights set on other claims..." Jareth retorted, glancing at Luke. My eyes widened as I realized where this was going.

"Jareth..." I warned.

"You wanted someone with more integrity, someone honest..."

"Jareth..."

"Someone that wouldn't play games, that would appreciate you..."

"Jareth, that's enough!" I blurted, feeling my cheeks burn.

"Someone that would have a sense of loyalty...of right and wrong...a Jedi, was it?" Jareth asked sweetly, turning his head towards me.

"Don't you dare!" I snarled.

"Look, she obviously wants nothing to do with you! You should go..." Luke said, stepping between us.

"Of course...it's funny, really..." Jareth continued, as if nothing were wrong. "You run away from me for someone who has no clue of your feelings and end up with two Jedi who couldn't care less, except when they're not working and are in need of some entertainment..." Jareth chuckled, glancing pointedly at Luke on the "someone" and I choked back a reply.

"What are you saying?" he asked, comprehension finally written on his features.

"And now you have feelings for the other two, but now you realize that they couldn't care less!" J crowed, triumphant once more. "Yes, I think it is time for me to go...to really go this time. Are you coming, love?" he asked, as if he really expected me to run into his arms.

"What? You've got to be kidding!! Jareth...I may have certain feelings for you, but I don't care for you when you act like this! I don't know about Qui-Gon or Obi-Wan...I don't know about..." I couldn't bring myself to say it so I settled for just nodding to Luke. "But I do know that you'll never get me if you act like this!!" I moaned, wishing I could just fling myself off the balcony. His demeanor changed as the faint traces of controlled anger flitted across his features as the crystal disappeared.

"Fine...but I'll leave you something to remember me by, and I'll see you around the list..." he purred, pushing Luke out of the way and grabbing me by the back of the neck.

"Jareth, please don't," I murmured right before his lips met mine in a searing kiss. I gasped as he pulled away and disappeared, his accented laughter hanging in the air for a few moments after he had faded. My hand found the back of my neck and rubbed it absently as I glanced inside where absolutely no one had figured out that I was locked outside yet. Except for the Obi clone who was standing on the other side of the door, his eyes smoldering after having seen J. Oh, this couldn't be good for me...if the real Obi and Qui found out...-Like they'd care,- I thought, Jareth's words still haunting my mind. Taking a deep breath I turned and faced Luke, who was still looking a bit shocked. I tried a weak smile but only succeeded in a grimace.

"Is what he said...is it true?"

"That I accidentally married him? Yes...it was this past summer and an accident that will never happen again..." I said lightly, trying to act normal. Luke rolled his eyes and grabbed my wrist.

"No...about..."

"My feelings for you? Um..." I glanced away, biting my lip. A slight presence on my mind drew my eyes back to gentle blue ones. I sighed before daring to speak. "Yes..." I said quietly, lowering my eyes. "I know you have feelings for Crysta...believe me, I won't intervene...I want you to be happy so..." I said in a rush, pulling my arm away and turning around so he couldn't see my face. "Just forget what you heard..." I murmured, going back to knocking on the doors.

"But-"

"It's nothing...I've got a lot to deal with...let's just concentrate on getting inside..." I said, not turning around.

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Ziggy


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From: "Crysta Novelli"
Subject: [Sith_Chicks] R-a-J RR: Still Dealing with Droids


This part goes right before Tam locks Luke and Ziggy out on the balcony.


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"Okay, now how do you sober up a drunken droid?" I asked, turning to Luke.
We were in the kitchen with Artoo and I had absolutely no idea how the
little droid functioned.

"Uh, I thought you knew, Crysta..." Luke started.

"Great, just great," I muttered. "He's your droid, you'd think you'd have
_some_ idea how to deal with him." I watched as the little trouble maker
wheeled himself over to the walk-in freezer.

"Wait! Artoo, don't open that freezer..." I yelled, but it was too late.
The door opened, and I braced myself, expecting to come face to face with a
very unhappy, very _cold_ clone - but no one came out.

"He's not in there!" Luke exclaimed.

"Brilliant deduction, Einstein," I replied. "Any idea how he got out?"

Luke shook his head.

"Okay, nevermind about Obi-One. What about Artoo? Somehow I doubt coffee
or a cold shower is going to work, and that mind trick you used on me
doesn't sound very promising, either."

"Well, we could always do this..." Luke said, walking up to Artoo, reaching
down behind him and pressing a button. The droid came to a halt and shut
down.

I smiled slightly. "I guess that would work, wouldn't it?"

Luke returned the smile with a much brighter one and crossed the room. He
kept eye contact as he brought his hands to my face and met my lips with
his. I sighed and leaned into his touch, responding to his kiss. He
caressed my face with his fingers while plundering my mouth with his tongue.

"I love you, Crysta," he whispered, breaking the contact just enough to get
the words out.

"Mmmm..." I answered, reaching up and wrapping my arms around his neck,
drawing him closer. His kisses were so sweet, and so wonderful, and ...

file://Stop thinking so much// he admonished in my mind.

And with that, all coherent thoughts vanished and there was nothing but his
lips on mine and the duel we fought with our tongues.

After a short while, Luke pulled away. "As much as I would love to continue
this, we should probably go see what else we can help with out there," he
said, the twinkle evident in his eyes, yet his concern for Ziggy underlying
it all.

Reluctantly I nodded. He was right, but dammit, the Jedi was so delicious I
didn't want to stop!

Catching my thought he grinned at me and walked out of the kitchen, swaying
his hips just enough so that I'd be sure to notice. Throughing me one last
teasing glance, he pushed the door open and was gone.

I leaned back against the wall and took a deep breath, trying to push the
image of his georgeous tight ass out of my mind. Cursing him slightly under
my breath, I threw a last glance at the motionless droid in the corner and
headed back out to the ballroom.


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From: "Crysta Novelli"
Subject: [Sith_Chicks] R-a-J RR: Conversations

I mingled with the Jedi still in the ballroom for a while, introducing
myself and chatting about the ways of the Force and the differences between
Light and Dark. Surprisingly enough, Jedi are very friendly and almost
normal folk once they've consumed a little alcohol. Sure, some of them were
still discussing politics, but I caught a few strains of some very
interesting conversations...


"Which do you prefer, jello or mud wrestling?"
"Jello, of course! You can't exactly lick mud off someone. Although jello
is quite difficult to get out of sheets..."


"A feather boa? How did you know that??? I'm warning you, if I catch you
snooping through my things one more time...!!!"


"Berries? Really? Isn't that uncomfortable?"
"No, not really. Not when he uses suction and his tongue to dislodge
them..."


"You know why that Sith has a double-bladed sabre, don't you? It's to
compensate for smaller genitals..."


Chuckling to myself, I scanned the ballroom looking for problems. Artoo's
topiaries were still there, Master Yoda was still trying to fix the karaoke
machine, Mace Windu was pole dancing... Wait a minute! POLE DANCING??? Oy
vey! Shaking my head to clear the image, I moved on. Obi-Wan was over by
the door to the balcony, looking mischievous and wearing a butterfly clip.

"Well, that answers the question of where HE went," I muttered, heading over
to Obi-One. He saw me coming and flashed me a grin 12 parsecs wide.

"Cool it, braid boy. What are you up to this time?" I wasn't going to fall
for those gorgeous dimples.

"Who, me?" the clone looked at me innocently.

"No, the poster child standing behind you," I retorted.

"Where?" he asked, whirling around to look behind him.

"Never mind," I muttered, shaking my head. No one ever said clones had all
the intelligence of the originals. I pushed him aside and looked out the
balcony door, only to be met by Ziggy's panicked face.

"What the..." I started and then realized that the door must be locked.
"Obi-One, did you..." I turned to accuse him, but he had vanished. I guess
he's not so dumb after all, I thought, because by the look in Ziggy's eyes,
that clone was not going to live to see his next birthday.

Flipping the lock open, I slid the door open for a VERY grateful Ziggy.

"Are you all right?" I asked, extremely concerned about the look on her
face. It appeared to be a mixture of panic, fear, anger, and frustration.

"Crysta, Ziggy," The voice came from the balcony behind Ziggy.

"Luke?" I called. Ziggy's shoulders visibly slumped when he spoke.

Something must have happened to them while they were out here, but I didn't
have a clue what it could have been.

"We need to talk this out," Luke's voice was soft, almost a whisper.

"Talk what out?" I was confused. Ziggy's eyes panicked and she tried to
push her way past me, but Luke reached out and grabbed her gently by the
arm.

"Let go of me!" She said roughly, trying to wrench herself out of his grasp,
but he held on tight, pulling her back out to the balcony. I stepped
through the door and let it slide closed behind me.

"What's going on?" I asked gently, not understanding this exchange I was
witnessing.

They both ignored me and I watched as Ziggy's gaze locked with Luke's. I
could see the fear in her eyes and the concern etched in his.

"Selah," he spoke softly, "I didn't know. You've hidden it so well. How
long?"

"Forever," she breathed breaking eye contact and lowering her head,
embarrassed.

I watched, and finally it dawned on me what they were talking about. Ziggy
was in love with Luke, and somehow he'd just found out. Damn, this was not
good! He'd said that he loved me, and I believed him, but what if he loved
Ziggy more? She _was_ prettier than me, and he knew her better, so I guess
I would understand why he would, but... dammit! This really sucked.

Taking a deep breath to calm my screaming nerves, I hesitantly opened my
mouth, not knowing what words were going to come out. "Luke, I... Ziggy...
I... I understand if you want me to leave. I don't want to interfere,
and I don't want to cause any trouble in the company..." Dammit, I could
feel the tears escaping my eyes. I cried at everything! My voice cracked
then, but I continued, still babbling. "I want you to know that I think
you're awesome Ziggy, and I love you Luke, but I'm sure you'll be happy
together," I finished in a rush, not even wanting to comprehend those
circumstances. I dared a glance in Luke's direction and saw a wealth of
emotions - love, concern, confusion; I realized that he was just as confused
as I was, and Ziggy probably was too.

"Crysta," They spoke in unison and I looked to each of them, waiting for
them go to ahead, not sure if I wanted to hear the words they were going to
say...

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From: "Selah Specht"
Subject: [Sith_Chicks] R-a-J RR: Low


I sighed and looked out over the skyline, hoping to the stars that the balcony underneath me would crumble so that I could be saved from saying anything. But things like that never happen when you want them to...

"Look...this is my fault...I let J in here and that's why anyone found out in the first place..." I said, closing my eyes briefly. "I meant what I said when I said that I didn't want to intervene..." I said, forcing my voice to stay steady as I turned to look at the two. "Crysta, it's obvious you two make a great couple...you guys should do what you think is right, and not let me influence you at all. Sometimes when you care for someone a lot, you have to let them go," I added, feeling my cheeks color as I glanced away.

"Selah-"

"*Forget you even heard what Jareth said!!*" I interrupted Luke, then turned to go back into the ballroom before he could see my face, then gave an exasperated sigh as he caught me by the arm. "Some people just aren't cut out for relationships," I said quietly, not meeting his gaze. "It's the whole concept of some people finding satisfaction through enlightenment and knowledge, not other people," I added quietly.

"That's not what Joseph Campbell meant!!" Crysta blurted, incredulous. "That was for analyzing mythology, not real life!"

"Whatever...works for me either way," I sighed, yanking my arm back. "Besides, I don't think I could take another relationship with a Jedi," I added, trying to take my leave again. This time Luke caught me and spun me around to face him.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" he asked, his eyes boring into mine.

"I don't know, should it mean anything? I just think that even though I don't like to admit it, Jareth might just have a point..."

"A *point*?!" Luke asked in disbelief.

"Jareth?" Crysta asked, confused.

"Goblin king and my ex..." I explained ruefully. "Long story...he opened my eyes as to certain details of having an interest in Jedi," I added, glancing at Luke. His grip tightened and his face darkened slightly.

"He said that to irk you-"

"So what? He may not be the best, he may irritate me to no end, he may have crossed the line in coming here, but he has a legitimate point!! I refused to let him have me because I didn't want to be a pawn...and that's just what I've become here," I stated coldly.

Crysta's eyes widened at the statement. "You don't know that-"

"I don't care anymore...I'll stay on because it's a good job and all, but I'm going to do my job and nothing more. I'm happy that you're happy, but for me things are different...I can't stand to find out that I've been used, even if it is by two Jedi...I'm not drop-dead gorgeous, I'm not completely wonderful or anything glamerous...I put on a good act because that's my job. But when it comes down to it I'm just me, and that's who I've got to keep in mind now. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got chaperon duty to attend to," I bit out, striding back into the ballroom. My eyes rolled upon seeing Mace pole dancing. Why not? Seemed logical right now...I caught snippets of the conversations, smiled and nodded when necessary, scanned over the crowds...and felt my eyes narrow at the short stocky form covered in Jedi robes.

Silently, I made a beeline for the buffet where the figure stood, drinking from the punchbowl, literally. I knew that couldn't be Yoda. Without a word I yanked him up by the hood and strode back to the balcony where Crysta and Luke watched, stunned.

Dropping the intruder on the ground, I pulled the hood back, revealing beady eyes, green skin, a bulbous nose, and stringy blue hair.

"Hello Thor," I said mock-sweetly, hands on hips. "Jareth sent you to spy on me, did he?"

"Well he does like to keep tabs on his listians yer Majesty," he said in a rather loud voice and I had to count to ten.

"I told you never to call me that...the divorce was final months ago..."

"All righty...yer ex-majesty." That little snot had too much fun bugging the crud out of me.

"Listen you...you tell your king that if he's smart he'll leave me alone for a good long time or else I'll catch him when he's in his owl form and pluck out his feathers...then I'll...I'll put runs in all his tights!!" I snarled and the goblin nodded.

"Yes milady...oh, he did say to give ya this, though...to help with the pain," he added, handing me a peach.

"Of all the nerve...he comes in here, makes me feel like...then expects me to be willingly drugged? Think again," I snapped, smacking the fruit back in Thor's grubby palm. "Now get lost!!"

"But my job-"

"GET OUT!!!!" I shouted, grabbing him up and drop kicking him off the balcony, where he disappeared in a flash of light. Muttering, I headed back into the ballroom.

"Of all the pig-headed, stupid, egotistical, moronic, dumb things to do...what?" I asked, trying to collect myself as I noticed that the Obi clone was still by the door to the balcony, watching me intently.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I get in your way, your *majesty*? When were you going to tell us about that, hmmm?" he asked, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Why you..." I muttered, right before smacking him across the face. "Don't you ever call me that again...ever," I said quietly before retreating to the lobby.

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I glanced up as footsteps approached. Great, just great. As if I hadn't had enough fun tonight...I curled myself further underneath my desk and hoped whoever it was wouldn't find me. I had opted against my room because I didn't want to run into Obi or Qui on the way, and I couldn't stay far enough away from Luke in the ballroom...if it was him now, I wasn't going to make it...

I sniffled in slight surprise as a pair of small, green feet appeared in my line of vision.

"Find you I did..." a gravelly voice declared as the rest of Yoda came into view. "I am wondering...what is wrong?"

"Too much, Master," I sighed, wiping at my face absently. "I'll be back in in a moment..."

"Be sure you should be of what you heard," he told me somberly. "And who said it," he added before going back to the party, presumably to try and fix the karaoke machine. I sighed,nodded, and let myself just breathe for a few mintutes before pulling myself out from under the piece of furniture. Right before going in I opened my drawer and pulled out the bag of items I had bought a few days ago from a music store, but hadn't had the chance to listen to. Smiling bitterly, I pulled out Bowie's album Low and set it on top of the bag before sliding the drawer shut. That would be a perfect album to lick my wounds with when the party was over.

But now the act had to go on. I raised my chin resolutely and plunged back into the crowd, patrolling the perimeter, talking when needed, walking across the room to the other side when Luke got too close, avoiding Crysta, taking enough parts from the karaoke machine to make sure that it couldn't be fixed, the usual chaperon stuff.

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I have no idea where this came from...it was all I could come up with though! Probably from exhaustion and exasperation than anything else, lol!

Ziggy


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From: Per'agana
Subject: [Sith_Chicks] R-a-J RR: Wicked brew and even lower


After about an hour and a half of gleeful exploration,
I finally bid Jack goodbye and made it back to the
ballroom. I stopped to get a quick update from Afton,
who was looking at me very strangely. "What?" I asked
innocently.

"Wellll....." Afton trailed off, barely suppressing a
giggle as her eyes roamed toward the top of my head.

"Alright, what?" I asked, a bit more harshly.

"Liz! You finally came back! Did you *enjoy*
yourself?" Diebin asked as she meandered by, looking
amusedly toward the top of my head.

"WHAT, dammit!" I demanded. Afton grinned and pointed
toward one of the gilt mirrors hanging on the ballroom
wall. I looked at the mirror apprehensively, noticing
that my feathers were looking a bit....ragged and were
sticking up all over the place, and I had bite marks
mixed in with my Sith tattoos. Oh, dear.... I frowned
at my image and used Force-healing to fix the bites,
and tried to fix the feathers with my fingers, finally
giving up as I heard yelling from the other side of
the room.

I looked over, and noticed Ki-Adi Mundi and one of the
other Jedi masters screaming at each other.

"Dome head? My head is perfectly elegant! *You*, on
the other hand, look like Cousin It!" Mundi screeched.

The hirsute Jedi master chittered something at him,
then went for his lightsaber. Uh-oh! I ran over and
stood forcefully in the middle of them, glaring them
down with my best offended hostess look. "WHAT is
going on here?" I demanded.

The furry Jedi chattered indignantly at me. "Okay, I
don't understand.....look, just calm down. You go over
here...." I grabbed him and steered him toward one
corner of the room, silently beseeching Aya for help.
Then I ran back to Ki-Adi. "Are we going to behave
ourselves now?" I asked him in a voice borrowed from
the many times I was yelled at by my mother.

He glared at me. "I am perfectly fine. That little
furball started it, not me. And what's with those
feathers?"

I frowned at him. "Just keep out of trouble, okay?
Besides, you've been giving poor Ziggy shit all night
and all she's been trying to do is keep everything
running smoothly. I hardly think *you* are much of an
example of Jedi rectitude right now!" I harped.

Mundi huffed and stalked off toward a bevy of
pleasingly buzzed clients. What's with *him*, I
wondered. Mundi had been exactly the sort of uptight,
prissy Jedi master that I'd expected him to be all
night...this was really weird for him.

My thoughts quickly vanished as I heard startled gasps
from the bandstand. I whirled around, and noticed Yoda
on the stage, drunk off his head, frantically trying
to do the macarena. Okay, I thought, I'm asleep. I'm
dreaming this. I have to be! I closed my eyes and
shook my head to clear the image, but when I looked
back up, the dancing Yoda was still there, only it was
getting much worse. Now he was doing a striptease
instead of the macarena! (Not that I wouldn't prefer
virtually anything to the macarena, but there were
some things I *really* didn't need to know about
Yoda!)

I looked around anxiously, trying to find someone that
could help. Thankfully, my eyes lighted on a newcomer
just walking in, a pretty woman dressed in a black
ballgown. She had a calm, Jedi-ish look to her,
definitely lightside. If I remembered the
registrations right, I thought this might be Yoda's
padawan, Tam. Worth a try, anyway.

"Tam!" I yelled through the crowd. She looked up,
slightly confused. I walked over. "Look, I know you
don't know me, but I'm Liz, manager of Rent-a-Sith,
and I really need your help. We have
a.....um....*situation* with your master...." I broke
off, pointing at the stage, where Yoda had wrapped his
robe around his head like a turban and was trying to
do the Riverdance step-dancing thing. (I also noticed
his little green bottom was encased in baggy Darth
Vader boxer shorts....)

Tam's eyes widened and her face lost color. "Master
Yoda!", she said in astonishment, running up to the
stage. Whew, got that handled. The Jedi were really
starting to act strange...

"I'll show YOU!" an angry voice roared, followed by
the snap-hiss of a lightsaber. Oh, Gods, not again!

I whirled around, and beheld a furious Mace Windu,
angrily backing a stunned Freedon Nadd against the
stairway with his lightsaber. Nadd looked so utterly
astonished at Windu's behavior that he seemed to have
temporarily forgotten to be angry! That was the first
tip-off....angry Jedi were bad enough, but calm Sith?
Something was definitely not right here!

I stormed over to the two combatants, who by now had
stopped battling over the stairway. Now Windu was
forcing Nadd through the service entrance and into the
kitchen, furiously slashing at him and decapitating
several cans of baked beans in the process. I gathered
my own rage into me as Maul taught me, concentrating
on it for a moment, then lashing out at Windu with a
fierce telekinetic push. Windu was lifted off his feet
and came crashing down in a large bowl of chef salad.
I gingerly picked up and deactivated his dropped
lightsaber, turning to face Freedon Nadd.

Nadd shrieked in fright at the sight of me and went
barreling out the door, heading for the ballroom. I
watched him run through the crowd and out the front
door. I sighed in consternation and went out the
delivery door, anticipating Nadd's course. Looking
around, I sighted a couple of metal trash cans. That's
the ticket, I thought with a smile, grabbing a trash
can lid and sticking my hand around the corner. Nadd
rounded the corner just as I'd predicted, and crashed
headlong into the metal lid with a satisfying BANG!
That took care of Nadd, he was completely out cold. I
went back in the kitchen just as Windu was coming to,
woozily trying to sit up. Being Sith, I considered the
cucumber slices stuck to his bald head to be an odd
sort of poetic justice. Still, I had to figure out
what the hell was going on.

Vader, I thought. He must have put something
"interesting" in the punch along with the booze. I
marched up to Darth Helmet, interrupting his attempts
to seduce one of the clients. "Excuse me, I need to
borrow him for a moment..." I said to the client.

I folded my arms and glared daggers at Vader.
"Alright, I want to know what you put in the punch,
and I want to know NOW!"

Vader did the long-suffering-sigh thing. "Just the
alcohol, as I'm certain you have been told."

"Oh, don't pull that innocent act on me, Vader. It
seems like everything that goes wrong around here can
be traced right to you. Now, tell me What... Did...
You...Put...In...That...PUNCH?!?"

"You may be eager to blame everything on me, but
you'll have to look to your Master for this one",
Vader said stuffily. He mused for a moment at my
obvious discomfort. "I don't usually go for the magic
side of Sith teachings, but I have to congratulate Kun
for this one. I am enjoying the Jedi masters'
discomfort at finally seeing their Dark Side
unleashed!"

I frowned, remembering Exar's words that the party
would be "interesting." Oh, this was just lovely.
Punch spiked with Sith poison would not go down well
with the council, whenever they recovered enough to
notice, that is. (Though I had to admit, if I wasn't
playing chaperone, I'd probably enjoy their
"discomfort", too.) I looked back at Vader, his last
words filtering into my head. "Oh, I'll make sure I
tell Exar how much you appreciate his efforts. You
know he just *lives* for your admiration, Vader" I
said sarcastically, turning to walk away.

Vader, however, wasn't finished with me. "If you only
knew how little they truly think of you, you'd be less
willing to be so superior with me...." he said coldly.

I snarled, whipping around. "What the hell are you
talking about now, Vader?!?"

"Oh, I was just telling you what your "masters" really
think. They find it ever so convenient that you're so
willing to sleep with them, they didn't have to do
anything to turn you to the Dark Side of the Force!"

"Like you're telling me something new, Vader", I said
irritably. "We care about each other *and* we enjoy
each other's company in bed. Something I don't think
*you* would understand."
"Care about you? Oh, that's rich!" Vader boomed,
chuckling at me. "You're just a convenient place to
let off some steam in between their clients! The ones
they *really* care about. Didn't you know they have
other, *better* apprentices? That your beloved Maul is
training Andrea and Kun is taking Celeste as his own?
They're just using you-even the Jedi can see it and
laugh about it!"

I stared at him, immobilized, glaring as fiercely as I
could at him and refusing to give in to the tears
beginning to sting my eyes. Vader just snickered and
pranced away, obviously proud of himself for ruining
my life.

Unable to keep the hurt and anger inside of me any
longer, I stormed across the room and out the side
balcony, relieved beyond measure to find it empty. I
slammed the door so hard it automatically locked
behind me. Great. Well, better here than in *there*
where I'll have to face them, I thought. Not that I'll
have to worry about it, they're still busy with
their....apprentices. Oh, Gods. I leaned against the
wall and slowly slid to the floor, burying my face in
my hands and sobbing until I thought I would break
apart.


===


From: "Celeste L'Pauvre"
Subject: [Sith_Chicks] R-a-J RR: An Obi-One gets HIS pt 1

Ha, okay, after fussing with the damned computers at the cybercafe to find
one that will play both cds *and* has microword for over an HOUR! I have
found it and here's a bit from Kris' pov. She made me do it. Honest. The
Exar smut is on hold until tomorrow. My nerves can't handle anymore typing
today. no smut right now. next pt, promise!!!!

****

Talk about a wild party! Plenty goin on *around* me but not much of anything
going on *with* me. I lost track of the yummy young Jedi with the braid when
that soppy guy got between us and by the time I'd gotten rid of
*him*...well. I decided I should have a drink or two, just a little
cheer-me-up. When the karaoke started, I upped it to a drown-it-out. About
the time I saw Celeste waltzing off with tall, dark and definitely Sith, I
could feel my brain doing the backstroke everytime I moved my head. Then,
the giggling started and every damn thing that went on after that made it
worse: the lewd ice sculpture of some big-eared gnome, the topiary
charicatures of several attendees (the resemblence was unmistakeable), the
kitchen door in constant motion from frenzied comings and goings.

OH, YES! The Kitchen doo. Perfect point of interest to focus on. I watched
the Whiner practically shove my chosen prey through and I waited. I giggled
sporadically now, gathering myself to bag my intended. A flurry of balck and
red distracted me from my goal and I turned to watch. *Susst?* I thought,
*Nah, SHE wouldn't come to this sort of thing.* She was more goody-gumdrop
than a bus of nuns when it came to sex....*But it IS her, and getting
clamped on by one evil-looking Sith yahoo.* I finally got my eyes focused
on her face, she was NOT happy. Somehow, I managed to catch up with them
before they started up the stairs. I calmly tapped the bad guy on the
shoulder and...sort of blacked out.

I vaguely rememberhim threatening me, my turning away, then nothing until
now: sitting in this chair, hands gripping the armrests as though I might
float off if I didn't (possible, possible), staring straight ahead as HE
descended to the ballroom floor, muttering to himself. I sprang to my feet,
out of the chair like a cannonball. I wove my way through the dancers and
the millers, aim true. I frontally assaulted Mr. Butterflybraid, pinning him
against the wall and giving him a good view of my spathic corset.

"Mind if I tie you up for a bit?" I shouted as the music suddenly cut off. I
instinctively knew that people were staring and plowed ahead at the top of
my voice regardless, "I've been trying to reach you for some time now." I
moulded myself to him, "If you don't have any other pressing entanglements,
that is." I wound his braid around my index finger and gave a little tug.

A smile spread slowly across his face, while further down a growing concern
blossomed between us. "I think that can be arranged," he said, as he turned
the tables on me. My bare shoulders stuck a little to the wall when he
started moving us towards the nearest exit. We rounded the corner and were
through the first doorway we got to. It was some kind of broom closet I
guessed from the noise we made stuffing ourselves into it.


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From: "Tam Chronin"
Subject: [Sith_Chicks] R-A-J RR If Yoda EVER does this to me again...

Master Yoda was a mess, and showing a lot more skin than I had ever wanted to think about him possessing. I carefully untangled his robes from the top of his head as I searched for a back room to lock him in. The robes were a mess, hopelessly tangled and I couldn't find the patience to figure them out. I removed the black satin cape I still had draped over me and sort of made a toga out of it for him.
"Gee, black is really your color Master. It brings out your eyes." I grinned, knowing he hated that color.
"Tease me you should not, Padawan. To your room I will send you."
"You couldn't find the temple right now, how would you be able to tell if I was in my room?"
"Tomorrow. Tomorrow I will know."
"Tomorrow you won't remember any of this. That last time you come back this drunk you kept asking me if a strange virus was going around because you said you never get drunk."
"A Jedi must possess the strongest control--"
"So what---you aren't a Jedi right now?" I finally found a door that looked promising and opened it. A deactivated droid stood in my way, but it was easy to move aside with the Force. "Now come here." I ignored his glare easily, having practice over the years of dealing with this side of my Master that hardly anyone saw. With deft movements of my fingers and the Force I began the process of counteracting the alcohol in his system and causing him to sleep soundly.
I knew my limitations and knew that I had become a bit absent-minded in my pregnancy. With a small amount of trepidation I reactivated the droid in the closet. "Can I ask you to do me a favor?" I said quickly before he could try introducing himself.
"I would be happy to assist in--"
"Great. Make sure Master Yoda gets at least 10 hours of sleep, but no more than 12, and make sure he eats some toast and then whatever he asks for when he wakes up in the morning."
"I am supposed to doing an inventory of the items in this room--"
"Is there any room in your programming to allow you to put it off until Master Yoda has had enough sleep? He really shouldn't be disturbed, he gets cranky..."
"I will inquire with Mistress Ziggy, but I don't think that will be a problem."
"Good." The droid walked out and I bent over to make sure Master Yoda was comfortable. Gathering a bit of the volumnous cloak up to form a pillow I walked out quietly. I brushed off the midnight blue gown, making sure all was in order before I walked back out to the party.
The party--oh no. I just remembered I had left Ziggy out on the balcony--before I had locked that Luke guy out there. Without pausing or looking around I ran to the balcony and unlocked it, rushing out to apologize. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have left you..." My voice trailed off as I realized that Luke and Ziggy weren't the ones trapped out her. It was the one who had introduced herself as Liz.
"I'm sorry...did you want to be left alone?" She looked like she had been crying but didn't want anyone else to know, especially someone like me. I pulled an embroidered handkerchief out and held it out to her, unsure how she would react.
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I'm just a trouble maker, aren't I? Sorry T is on the loose...I couldn't resist. Well, it's up to Per'agana now...can we talk or are you going to get sithly on my light sider butt? :)
Tam Chronin



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From: spacefan
Rent-A-Jedi Round Robin


You breeze past the happy crowd of Jedi and Sith feeling darkness follow you like a wolf trailing a wounded deer. You reach out with your emotions and recognize the darkness that's behind you. It was a fellow countryman, a woman.

You make a u-turn deciding to go out into the courtyard just off the main entranceway. You wait patiently by the fountain as the personage you know as Siduri Archanes and an unknown Sith Warrior approaches you. You began erecting walls around your emotions and psyche, protecting yourself for whatever may ensue.

"I'm surprised you'd bother to make an appearance." You state casually to Siduri noticing her typically hardline mode of dressing. Strictly tradition with her. It always was.

You can feel her animosity pouring into your soul. It was beginning to piss you off.

"I too enjoy a good party." She stated cracking just a hint of a smile. The man standing beside her eyes you with amusement. The cool night breeze blows your hair over your shoulders. You inhale it deeply and smile thinking of Qui-Gon.

"She stinks of Jedi." He declared narrowing his eyes.

"At least I have reason for my scent." You counter confidently.

The Sith Lord's face-hardened. "Tread lightly. Or else you'll never get a chance to enjoy his company again."


As Qui-Gon Djinn neared the man that was once himself he felt the Force resonate. It always did until their closeness settled vibrating energy. Qui-Gon Jinn, the man he calls brother turned around before he got any closer. He moved away from the railing that trimmed the patio.

Physically Qui-Gon Djinn was an exact copy of the principle-- but personality wise, they departed.

They smiled pleasantly at each other with the original beckoning his clone to follow him.

Djinn followed the man he called brother into an alcove. There was no other way to describe it. They were brothers down to their very DNA. Their lives had been inextricably intertwined before the separation. And it was that closeness that bound them together, even now inspite of their philosophical differences.

"I'm glad you decided to come." Qui-Gon said clasping his hands in front of him.

"Yes, well I had to meet someone." Master Djinn answered with a cultured deep serenity.

"Gabrielle?" Master Qui-Gon asked

Master Djinn nodded slowly peering directly at his perfect reflection.

"You love her?"

"Yes," Qui-Gon Djinn paused, "I do."

Qui-Gon sighed and scratched his beard, "Have you told her?"

"Told her what?"

The breeze tossled their manes.

"The truth."

"There are so many truths. Of which that don't necessarily apply to our situation." Qui-Gon Djinn folded his hands within the sleeves of his robe.

Qui-Gon mirrored the gesture. "I see. So she does not know that it was I who coupled with her the first time and it was you after that."

"No she does not."



You stroll over to the Sith Lord and smile. You take his right hand in yours. His radiance with the Force is strong. It eminated around him and through him. But there was a hole.

"You're a strong man." You comment and then place the underside of his wrist to your cheek feeling the thud of his pulse. The tiny glands in his hands emitted the barest hints of the pheromone Siduri found so intoxicating. It told you a lot. It told you he was hot, horny, virille and of course another Alpha Male. Therefore potentially dangerous and not easy to dominate. You switched gears. "If I didn't have such respect for Siduri, you and I... Well--." You smile and gently let go of his hand.

His gaze turns to that of curiousity.
"Really. What of the Jedi?"

"What of him?" You ask with genuine interest.

He laughs heartily. "Two of you. That would be interesting."

You hear a sound off behind you. It sounds like a window crashing.

"A pity you'll never find out." Siduri interrupted her look was that of amusement. "You're full of empty threats Gabrielle."

Siduri shakes her head, "You're already bonded to the Jedi. At least you could have the decency to spare us the broadcast."

"You know I was having so much fun, I hadn't notice." You shrug your shoulders and smirk.

"You don't notice much. You never have. You have a responsibility to our people and our planet." Siduri moves in closer to you. "After what they've done how could you stomach one of them touching you." She hissed.

"Easy. I don't think about it."

"Well let me remind you. Your family line is dying. They have served our ruler for generations and your Aunt and her three idiot children are all that is left."

"They are in line to run the House of Tellus not me."

"Not if they are dead."

You stiffen. You've never had any great love for your Aunt and her stupid kids but they were still family.

"As you know. The Council has sent many messages to you regarding your marriage. You will come home and you will provide a strong heir who will help rebuild--."

Suddenly you all are knocked face first on the polished rock by a violent explosion. Luckily you tuck drop and roll, breaking your fall. Feeling like you were shot in the chest by a droideka you sit desperately trying to gather your breath. Your eyes are closed and you are feeling dazed, you didn't notice someone putting you into a body lock and placing a blaster to your head.

"Check the other two." The person growls behind you.

"They are out cold."

"How long?"

"Five minutes tops."

"What about her?"

"The fountain shielded her from most of the soundwave."

He squeezes you causing your eyes to shoot open from pain.

"Shit." You growl the pain spikes through you.


Both Qui-gons instinctively draw their lightsabers feeling the ripple in the Force


--My-Gin-Gone
~~TBC?~~



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From: "Crysta Novelli"


"I'm worried about her, Luke," I said as Ziggy left us on the balcony. I
flinched as she smacked Obi-One and growled something under her breath.

"Me too," he replied, watching her march through the ballroom, ignoring
everyone and just managing to keep her composure. He turned to me and I met
those beautiful blue eyes, allowing me to read the concern he felt for
Ziggy, for me, and for us. He reached out to me and I gladly accepted his
embrace. I felt safe wrapped in his strong arms and he let his feelings for
me wash over us, quieting the turmoil in my mind. I buried my face in his
shoulder and held on to him for dear life. He stroked my head and murmured,
"I don't want you to leave, Crysta. I care for Ziggy, but I love you. Will
you stay," he asked, "for me?"

I looked up and he brushed a stray tear from my cheek. Gods, his eyes said
so much. How did I get so lucky to have this wonderful, compassionate,
beautiful man fall for me?

"You have a good heart," he said, smiling at me. "You're strong, gentle,
and caring. You would make a wonderful Jedi. Have you even been tested?"

I shook my head. "No, I'm new to Coruscant, and there were no Jedi in my
family tree, so no one ever bothered with me."

"Hmmmmm... We may have to look into that, then. You do have the Force, you
know."

"I... I do?" I was shocked. Well, maybe not totally shocked... I'd always
been different and lucky and great at guessing people and situations, so in
a way it made sense...

//Yes, you do. If you didn't, you wouldn't be able to hear me now.//

//I can hear you.// I smiled and tried an experiment. //Can you hear me,
Luke?// I thought back at him.

//Yes. See, I told you you had it!//

Oh, wow. This was a new turn in my life. Who would have thought? Luke
planted a firm, yet gentle kiss on my lips, and said, "Well, that's one mood
brightened tonight. Shall we head inside and see if we can't help Ziggy
some more?"

"Yes, let's do that," I agreed. I had figured out by now that she was
strong, but confused. The two Jedi she'd mentioned were obviously Qui-Gon
and Obi-Wan, and I wondered just how true her accusation was. No one
deserved to be used, especially not a wonderful person like Ziggy. I found
it hard to believe that a couple of Jedi could do that to her, but someone
had obviously hurt her.

We walked back into the ballroom to see Yoda doing a strip tease.

"Oh, my!" Luke gasped. "Is that my FATHER on his boxers???"

I burst out laughing when I saw the little black helmet patterns on the
fabric. "Uh huh. Sure looks like it!"

Luke rolled his eyes and changed the subject. "Would you like to dance,
beautiful?" I blushed, but took his hand as he led me to the dance floor.
We danced a couple fast songs and a few slow, matching each others' rhythms
and managing to have fun, despite the chaos surrounding us.

Suddenly we heard another loud commotion coming from the other end of the
ballroom. "Mace, Mace, he's our man! If he can't do it, no one can! Swing
those hips around that pole! Reach on down and shake and roll! M-A-C-E,
GooooooooOOOOOOOOOO, MACE!"

Oh, no! Someone had let T out of the closet and he was going at it again.
As if Mace needed any more encouragement! The droid did a pretty impressive
round-off, backflip, front tuck combination, landing smack dab in front of a
VERY annoyed hostess.

Ziggy's eyes were wide, her mouth opened, and...


===


From: "Selah Specht"


I felt the heat of my anger coming up to my skin... IwouldbegoodIwouldbegoodIwouldbegood...I counted to ten, then again, then again. I could do this...I wasn't spending all that dough on theatre courses for nothing. Exhaling loudly, I assessed T with a raised eyebrow.

"Since when do you rhyme?" I asked, forcing what I hoped was a nonchalant grin.

"Mistress Ziggy! I...I...Well I..."

"That's what I thought...I'm sorry, T, but I'm going to have to do this to you until I can get you fixed," I sighed, flicking him off. I dashed out to the lobby, grabbed a lampshade off the lamp on a table, rushed back in and carefully placed it on T's head. "At least he's good for something this way..." I tried to say lightly, then turned to an anxious padawan.

"Yoda's WHAT?" I asked in disbelief upon hearing his anxious whispers."Okay...okay..." I sighed, then motioned for one of the serving droids to come over. "You...go into the storage room and take care of Master Yoda until he's conscious, if you please," I added and the droid nodded curtly before rushing off to do it's job. I glanced over to where Mace was still pole dancing and rolled my eyes. "Any tips you make goes to the R-a-J funds," I told him before going into the kitchen. Why fight it? There wasn't much I could do.

"Zigs, you okay?" Afton asked as I headed out.

"Me? I'm fine...never better!" I chuckled, hoping it sounded genuine. "Look, I'm used to J...I...I'm fine, really," I said upon letting the door swing shut. "And I'm also a big fat liar," I muttered to myself upon hearing the thwack of the door slam shut. I could feel the sting in my eyes and clenched my jaw as I opened and closed my fists.

- IwillnotcryIwillnotcryIWillNotCryIWILLNOTCRY!!!!!- I thought defiantly, but my tear ducts weren't listening. Damn it, I hated to cry! And this was the worst kind, too, the kind that's pulled from your gut when it feels like you've been knifed in your soul. I've only experienced it a few times, but it isn't pretty. I gave up on trying to stay stoic and let my face slip into my hands, my shoulders hitching as I tried to mute my sobs. Why? Why me? Why tonight? Why did Jareth have to reveal all this now? Whywhywhywhywhy? I sighed and tried to slow down the flood, but it wasn't going to happen easily.

Finally when the catharsis had slowed a bit I sighed, feeling completely drained, but somewhat clear-headed. Fine. So any relationship I was in sucked. Okay, I could deal with that. I just had to forget about it. But not with peaches...no, I had learned my lesson with -that- a long time ago...Sighing, I briefly fumbled in the freezer until I found something that would be suitable...Not mint chip...not strong enough. No, this occassion called for brownie fudge...Bitterly I grabbed a spoon and dug in, deciding to try and calm down for a few minutes before braving the storm again.


===


From: Per'agana

******************
After a seemingly interminable amount of time, I
finally decided it was time to quit
feeling sorry for myself. I wiped my face and stood
up, brushing the grit off my ballgown
and staring off into the brightly-lit Coruscant
evening skyline. I couldn't make the pain
disappear, but I could refuse to give into it- refuse
to be a victim, to be manipulated by
Maul and Kun. I couldn't believe they'd do this to me,
after everything we'd been
through!

My thoughts were broken when the door unexpectedly
jerked open and a woman in a
blue ballgown came rushing out, apologizing to someone
for leaving them. I turned and
looked at her- she was familiar somehow. "I think
you've got the wrong balcony", I said,
"there are three of them."

She nodded, then seemed to focus on me. "I'm sorry,
did you want to be alone?", she
asked, handing me an embroidered hankie.

"Gods, is it *that* obvious?" I asked irritably. She
seemed to recoil a bit at my anger,
and I felt my shoulders slump in defeat. It was easy
to be angry at my Sith masters, but
this woman was just trying to be kind. "I'm sorry...I
know you're trying to help...."

"It's okay...there are a lot of strong emotions here
tonight. I'm pretty much able to keep
my shields up. I'll leave if you want....unless you'd
like someone to talk to", she offered.

So she had the Force, and she was definitely of the
Light- with some Jedi training, too,
I decided as I watched her calm demeanor. I looked at
her again, a bit more closely.
She looked different without the black cape, but now I
definitely recognized her as the
young Jedi that helped Yoda out of his embarrassment
on the bandstand. "You're Tam
Chronin....sorry I didn't recognize you at first. You
looked different in the black,
somehow." I tried to shake the feeling that there was
something...off..about her, some
kind of message the Force was trying to send to me.

"Right", she said, "I'm Master Yoda's padawan."

I smiled slightly. "Yeah, he must have been a handful!
I take it you got him sobered
up?" She nodded. I stifled a giggle, remembering what
I'd seen. "What *is* it with those
Vader boxers, anyway?"

She smiled. "You've got me! Maybe he secretly longs to
try out the Sith side of
things...." she trailed off, looking suddenly
uncomfortable. I figured she was reacting to
the "impropriety" of what she'd suggested. She focused
back on me. "Are you okay?
What happened?"

I sighed. Part of me wanted to talk about it, part of
me didn't even want to think about it,
let alone speak the words. Yeah, that would be good.
Darth Cleopatra, Queen of
Denial. "I found something out tonight. I found out
that someone I really care about
is...just using me."


"I'm sorry, that sounds terrible", she said kindly.

"It's just that....we'd been through a lot, and I
really thought I could trust him- I know,
that sounds weird. Trusting a Sith Lord. But the whole
Master-Apprentice thing, I really
thought there was something *real* there", I lamented,
trying to wish away the tears.

Her eyes widened. "Wait a minute....you're a Sith
apprentice? I mean, I knew you were
the manager, but...."

"Or else you wouldn't have bothered to talk to me?" I
asked belligerently.

"NO, that isn't it at all!" she said, oddly enough,
with fury in her voice. "You obviously
needed....I just wanted to.....oh, poodoo. Look, can
we just try this again?"

"Sure", I said, surprised at her vehemence, though it
faded as quickly as it came on.
"I'm Darth Maul and Exar Kun's apprentice. Well, I
*was*, anyway. Before Vader told
me the truth."

"Wait a minute....Vader? Why do you believe him? How
do you know he isn't just
jealous? Besides, would you really give up your
apprenticeship because of this? Are
you only Sith for them?"

"No I'm not only Sith for them! It's just....." I
sighed with resignation. "It's just that it'll be
pretty uncomfortable around them and
their....real....apprentices."

"Their "real" apprentices?", she said, bewildered,
then her eyes went slightly vacant for
a moment as she caught the thread of my thought in the
Force. "Oh, dear....*that* is
what Vader told you?"

I nodded miserably.

"And it isn't about who has the highest midi-chlorian
count or who's strongest in the
Dark Side. You're upset because....you're in love with
him, aren't you?", she said with
growing surprise.

I nodded again, even more miserably. Gods, how stupid
of me. Jedi fall in love, not
Sith.

She frowned. Obviously she'd caught *that* thought,
too. "You know, I wouldn't listen to
Vader if I were you. I don't know about Kun, but Darth
Maul doesn't seem the type to
pretend to feel something. If he shows it, I think
it's real. You ought to at least ask
him..."

"I can't do that!" I raged. "If Vader's right, I'll
look pathetic. Hell, if Vader's wrong I'll *still*
look pathetic."

"I think you need to give it a chance.... Look, why
don't you come back in and try to
enjoy yourself a bit before this thing ends. Just do
it for *you*. You and Ziggy and the
interns have done so much work here, you ought to
reward yourself a little", she said
encouragingly. "Come on....." She gestured toward the
open door.

I sighed. "All right, I guess it's worth a try,
anyway. I probably need to see what mayhem
everyone's up to lately...." I walked back in and was
immediately struck by the sight of
Mace Windu, completely recovered from the chef salad
incident, pole-dancing in a
leopard-print G-string. Oh, boy..... I had a sudden
desire to lock myself on the balcony
again. Seeing Yoda half-naked was bad enough. If this
night kept on, I'd eventually see
the whole Jedi Council in their skivvies, and that was
just too much to take!

I averted my eyes and my thoughts, focusing on Tam
with the Force. I still sensed
something strange about her, and I was determined to
get to the bottom of it. Her mind
was centered and calm, but there was a stew of
emotions around it. Something in her
body chemistry...ah, she's pregnant! Still, that
didn't fully explain it. I concentrated
again....and pulled back in shock. Yoda's padawan had
a subconscious urge to explore
the Dark Side?!? It was almost a Sith cliche that
every Jedi has a secret darkness, but it
was most definitely true in her case, though she'd
likely never admit it to anyone-- or
even to herself, for that matter.

There was, however, a remedy. The Jedi might severely
disagree, but I thought giving
her a taste of the Dark was an exquisite gift. She
ought to at least be exposed to both,
so she could truly choose where she felt most called
(as if anyone could turn away from
the temptations of the Dark Side!). The Sith poison
that Kun had put into the punch
obviously exacerbated the Dark Side in people oriented
toward the Light (and,
ironically, made wusses out of Sith like Freedon Nadd-
though perhaps Nadd was
always a closet wimp!), and I didn't think the effect
lasted more than a couple of hours.

I turned toward Tam, smiling. "Look, I'm really glad
you stayed to talk to me. I don't
know what to believe (boy, was that ever true...) but
you really gave me some things to
think about. Oh, by the way....try some punch, it's
really good!"

I handed her the cup and watched her take a healthy
sip, then another. She smiled at
me. "Wow, this really *is* good!", she said
enthusiastically.


===

From: Darth Patches



/I am SO bored./ I gazed out the open window across the city cityscape
at the Jedi Temple, brooding. Life had been so dull since I had left two
years ago.

"What should I do, Afra?" I asked the chestnut felinx that was curled up
in my lap. He butted his head against my hand, obviously of the opinion
that I should pet him, that's what. I obeyed, scratching behind his ears
as he purred his contentment loudly. I sighed.

/Okay, Patches, you have to find SOMETHING to do, before you go insane,/
I scolded myself sternly. "But what?" I replied out loud.

As if summoned by that question, a folded piece of paper fluttered
through the window and into my lap, startling the lounging felinx. My
first thought was /Paper? Who uses paper anymore?/ I unfolded the paper
and read it. It said:


"You are cordially invited to attend an evening of food, music, and
entertainment at the Rent-a-Jedi complex. Dress is formal and a nice
heavy
handbag might be nice to beat off all the employees. This is our way of
thanking you, our customers, for your kind support of our company. Please

come and be prepared to have fun!

Ziggy
President of Rent-a-Jedi, Inc"


/Rent-A-Jedi?/ I'd heard of them, but I had never checked them out
myself. /Although I have thought about it./ Maybe this was a good time
to do just that.

"Alright, I'll do it," I said, standing up. "Even if there's someone I
know there, it's been two years. They probably wouldn't recognize me,
and they can't MAKE me go back anyway." I added stubbornly. /I'll just
keep my shields tight./

/Now, what to wear.../ The only formalwear I owned was my purple and
green dress. /Will it even fit after three years? Well, only one way to
find out./ I wriggled into the dress, and was pleasantly surprised to
find that it did. /I guess keeping up my lightsaber practice did some
good./ Looking in the mirror, I admired the way the dress shimmered and
changed color in the light. That issue settled, I strapped on my silver
sandals with the two-inch heels. I put on a pair of silver earrings, and
threaded a fine silver chain through my short black curly hair. /I can't
do anything else with it, so why not?./ I debated briefly whether or not
to keep my locket on, and decided I would, since I hadn't taken it off in
two years. It matched the outfit anyway, with all the silver.

Finally ready, I fed Afra and Zia, my two felinxes, and left. The
Rent-A-Jedi complex was within walking distance, so it didn't take me
long to get there.

I rang the doorbell, and someone opened it and then promptly disappeared
again. I made sure my shields would hold, and then I stepped cautiously
inside.

The place was crowded, and I suddenly felt much smaller than my tiny
five-foot, 94-pound frame. /Okay, Patches get a grip. It's just a
party./ I straightened my shoulders, and waded into the crowd.

I caught a glimpse of a big guy with long hair that looked vaguely
familiar, but he disappeared again before I could place him. Then I saw
the Sith. That very nearly made me turn around and leave right then.
But, they seemed to be behaving, and they were all staring at a young
padawan. And there WERE Jedi all around. Besides that, I didn't think I
could find the door again.

I grabbed a drink from a nearby droid and took a sip. /Aack! Fruit
juice!/ Trying not to spit it out, I set it down on the nearest
horizontal surface, which happened to be the stage that I had wandered
over to. Turning, my heart nearly stopped. Master Yoda was standing on
the stage, fiddling with some equipment that had a knife sticking out of
it, and muttering(quite loudly,) something about karaoke. /What the HELL
is he doing here? Yoda is not exactly the party animal!/

He hadn't seen me, so I turned and made a beeline for the opposite end of
the ballroom. Halfway there, I realized that all the Sith were
congregated over there. I turned around again, and immediately regretted
it. Master Yoda had started a striptease on the stage! /Maybe I was
wrong about that party animal thing./ Trying very hard not to freak out,
I turned in another direction, only to see a bald guy pole dancing
practically naked. /Where have I seen him before,/ I thought, puzzled.
That thought was interrupted when somebody started woo-hooing right next
to my ear. I heard some sort of cheer in the background, but the woman
next to me was shouting too loudly for me to catch any of it. I quickly
moved away from the over-enthusiastic fan, looking for ANY escape route.
I spotted a door, and worked my way over to it. Not caring at that point
whether it was a restricted area or not, I ducked inside. I closed my
eyes at relief from the sensory overload, when someone spoke.

"What are you doing in here?" said a woman's voice.

I opened my eyes and saw a woman with slightly red, puffy eyes, looking
very frazzled, and eating chocolate ice cream.

"I, well, um...I was just...escaping," I finished lamely. /Maybe hiding
in here WASN'T such a good idea.../


===

From: "Tam Chronin"
Subject: [Sith_Chicks] R-A-J RR: Walk On the Wild Side



I looked down at my empty glass, wondering for a moment if I should get some more punch. Then I saw someone walk past that I knew I just had to talk to, and decided to put down the glass.
"Excuse me," I said to the tall dark figure. "I couldn't be sure since we never met, but aren't you Darth Vader?"
"Yes. What do you want?" He was very abrupt, but that didn't matter to me.
My voice was soft and menacing as I felt something strange come over me. "I want to kick your ass for hurting Liz's feelings, you bastard."
He stood stock still and I could feel him probe with the Force. "You are a Jedi Padawan, and yet--you were drinking the punch, weren't you?"
"What does that have to do with anything?" My voice was rising along with my temper. Suddenly an image sprung to mind of Liz's face as she handed me the punch. Realizing that Vader had seen the vision too I clamped down harder on my shields.
"So, the mixed-up Sith apprentice set you up...interesting."
"Don't call her that." My protest was a little weaker this time as I realized that she did have something to do with it...I knew it couldn't be just hormonal.
"What, you thought she was your friend?"
"Well, no, we just met, so acquaintance would be more appropriate." Still, I was beating myself up inside for trusting her. Then I caught a snatch of true calm and realized that she was just acting according to her nature. She was a Sith apprentice after all--she probably thought she was doing me a favor. Sure, some favor. The anger caught me again.
"Good, experience that anger. Let it flow through you."
I tried to reach that calm again, but it was beyond me. "I don't think I have a choice right now."
"Come with me," he invited. "I'll help you handle your anger and frusteration."
I raised a questioning eyebrow, but he turned abruptly and walked away. Feeling contrary I almost didn't follow, but curiousity began to shove the anger aside. I couldn't help myself, there was just something about the whole situation...
We reached the stairs and another feeling entered the mix--fear. I felt my skin cool, but there was something thrilling and seductive about that fear. I quickened my pace behind him.
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I've always wanted to do this, just not sure how to go about it. Yes, the next story will have Vader smut unless someone kills me or breaks my hands first! And even then I'll try to use the Force to do it, so don't think about sending any Jedi after me, and I *Know* I'll regret it in the morning! :P
This is going to be fun. :)Tam Chronin
Jedi Padawan


===


From: "Selah Specht"


I studied Darth Patches for a moment, then shrugged. "Me, too...though I'm supposed to be chaperoning," I sighed, rolling my eyes.

"You mean you're-"

"Ziggy? Yup. The ringleader in this chaos," I sighed, licking at my spoon. "I have no idea what I'm going to do about that mess in there," I sighed, tapping the spoon against the ice cream container.

"It does seem to have gotten a little out of hand," she said carefully and I forced a grin.

"Yeah, but it's been interesting." Who-boy had it been interesting.

"Um, is there something wrong? Besides the party...you look..."

"It's nothing that can't be handled," I sighed, stabbing the spoon into the cold contents of the package. "I just don't know how," I added quietly, really not knowing how to explain what had just happened to me in the past hour. Besides, she didn't want to hear about it! "But you don't need to hear me whining," I chuckled, standing as I stuck the ice cream back in the freezer.

"I tell you what...I'll go back if you're brave enough to face the hurricane in there," I said, heading towards the door.

"I don't know...I don't think my eyes will ever be the same after having seen Yoda..." she trailed off, shivering. I laughed, wondering how I was going to deal with the council when they sobered up. But that was the least of my worries at the moment.

"Okay...on the count of three?" I asked, hand on the door.

"Deal," she agreed and I braced myself.

"One...two...three...." I counted before forcing myself to walk through the door. I probably looked terrible but I didn't care at the moment. I had to be in here to keep further calamity from ensuing, if that was possible. I smiled softly at Patches before starting to make the rounds again.

"Just take it easy and have a good time!" I told her. "And don't touch the punch!!" I added, having noticed weird behavior of the Jedi. Probably some Sith potion or other razzle dazzle, I concluded, rolling my eyes and rubbing away the tell-tale signs of moisture on my face.

I nearly choked as I realized that Yaddle had taken Yoda's place by the karaoke machine. Silently I crept behind her. "Use the Force I will...fix it I can..." she was muttering. Oh, no.

"Um, hey look, isn't that Frank Oz?" I asked, and she whirled.

"Where? See him I do not...." she replied.

"Darn, my mistake!!" I cried before grabbing the karaoke machine and hefting it up. I'd put an end to that right now!! Grumbling, I made my way to an unoccupied balcony and as professionally as I could threw it over the side of the rail. A satisfied smirk crept over my lips as I watched it plummet and land with a crunch in the street below. Well, it didn't help a lot, but I felt just a tiny bit better. That feeling left me, though, as an alarm began to blare from the street.

"Oh, crud..." I muttered before looking closer then running back inside.

"Does anybody here own one of the new landcar models?" I asked as nonchalantly as I could.

"No, probably belongs to one of the senators...they're at the nightclub down the road...I think it belongs to a Wookie," Mundi called back before turning to try and pick a fight with a Sith.

"Oh, that's okay then!" I breathed, hoping that senator wouldn't notice the big dent in the hood. I went back to look at the damage from the railing again. You really couldn't see it if you didn't look right at it...Sighing, I turned and yelped upon seeing Crysta a few feet away, Luke just behind her. "Um, excuse me," I muttered, looking away as I tried to make my escape.

"Ziggy, we need to talk," she started and I sighed.

"There's nothing to talk about! I'm fine," I tried to reassure her, knowing my red eyes weren't helping matters.

"You threw the karaoke machine off the balcony!!" she pointed out.

"I did not...it fell over the edge...it practically jumped!" I said quickly as I turned away.

"Karaoke machines don't jump!" Luke murmured.

"At this party I wouldn't be so sure," I said wryly. "Now if you'll excuse me-"

"Ziggy!"

"I'vegotalotofworktodotomakesurethatthiswholeplacedoesn'tblowup orsomethingorthatnoonegetskilledorcommitsanyheinouscrimeand Ireallyamfineanddon'tneedtotalkaboutitbecausethere'snothingtotalkaboutbecauseI...I...." I said, pausing to breathe. "I just have a lot of work to do!" I said lamely, dashing away, knowing my face was turning an embarrassing shade of red. Thank the lord that Qui and Obi were still busy upstairs, or else I might just lose it!

I quickly went to Mace who was still pole dancing. "You know...Yoda's completely sloshed...I bet I could talk him into buying me a chain saw...and a welding torch," I said quietly and he paled. "So if you don't want that to happen, be a good boy and get off the stage and STOP ACTING INSANE!!!" I bellowed and he nodded meekly. Grumbling, I went to take care of the next calamity...


===


From: Per'agana


After a seemingly interminable amount of time, I
finally decided it was time to quit
feeling sorry for myself. I wiped my face and stood
up, brushing the grit off my ballgown
and staring off into the brightly-lit Coruscant
evening skyline. I couldn't make the pain
disappear, but I could refuse to give into it- refuse
to be a victim, to be manipulated by
Maul and Kun. I couldn't believe they'd do this to me,
after everything we'd been
through!

My thoughts were broken when the door unexpectedly
jerked open and a woman in a
blue ballgown came rushing out, apologizing to someone
for leaving them. I turned and
looked at her- she was familiar somehow. "I think
you've got the wrong balcony", I said,
"there are three of them."

She nodded, then seemed to focus on me. "I'm sorry,
did you want to be alone?", she
asked, handing me an embroidered hankie.

"Gods, is it *that* obvious?" I asked irritably. She
seemed to recoil a bit at my anger,
and I felt my shoulders slump in defeat. It was easy
to be angry at my Sith masters, but
this woman was just trying to be kind. "I'm sorry...I
know you're trying to help...."

"It's okay...there are a lot of strong emotions here
tonight. I'm pretty much able to keep
my shields up. I'll leave if you want....unless you'd
like someone to talk to", she offered.

So she had the Force, and she was definitely of the
Light- with some Jedi training, too,
I decided as I watched her calm demeanor. I looked at
her again, a bit more closely.
She looked different without the black cape, but now I
definitely recognized her as the
young Jedi that helped Yoda out of his embarrassment
on the bandstand. "You're Tam
Chronin....sorry I didn't recognize you at first. You
looked different in the black,
somehow." I tried to shake the feeling that there was
something...off..about her, some
kind of message the Force was trying to send to me.

"Right", she said, "I'm Master Yoda's padawan."

I smiled slightly. "Yeah, he must have been a handful!
I take it you got him sobered
up?" She nodded. I stifled a giggle, remembering what
I'd seen. "What *is* it with those
Vader boxers, anyway?"

She smiled. "You've got me! Maybe he secretly longs to
try out the Sith side of
things...." she trailed off, looking suddenly
uncomfortable. I figured she was reacting to
the "impropriety" of what she'd suggested. She focused
back on me. "Are you okay?
What happened?"

I sighed. Part of me wanted to talk about it, part of
me didn't even want to think about it,
let alone speak the words. Yeah, that would be good.
Darth Cleopatra, Queen of
Denial. "I found something out tonight. I found out
that someone I really care about
is...just using me."


"I'm sorry, that sounds terrible", she said kindly.

"It's just that....we'd been through a lot, and I
really thought I could trust him- I know,
that sounds weird. Trusting a Sith Lord. But the whole
Master-Apprentice thing, I really
thought there was something *real* there", I lamented,
trying to wish away the tears.

Her eyes widened. "Wait a minute....you're a Sith
apprentice? I mean, I knew you were
the manager, but...."

"Or else you wouldn't have bothered to talk to me?" I
asked belligerently.

"NO, that isn't it at all!" she said, oddly enough,
with fury in her voice. "You obviously
needed....I just wanted to.....oh, poodoo. Look, can
we just try this again?"

"Sure", I said, surprised at her vehemence, though it
faded as quickly as it came on.
"I'm Darth Maul and Exar Kun's apprentice. Well, I
*was*, anyway. Before Vader told
me the truth."

"Wait a minute....Vader? Why do you believe him? How
do you know he isn't just
jealous? Besides, would you really give up your
apprenticeship because of this? Are
you only Sith for them?"

"No I'm not only Sith for them! It's just....." I
sighed with resignation. "It's just that it'll be
pretty uncomfortable around them and
their....real....apprentices."

"Their "real" apprentices?", she said, bewildered,
then her eyes went slightly vacant for
a moment as she caught the thread of my thought in the
Force. "Oh, dear....*that* is
what Vader told you?"

I nodded miserably.

"And it isn't about who has the highest midi-chlorian
count or who's strongest in the
Dark Side. You're upset because....you're in love with
him, aren't you?", she said with
growing surprise.

I nodded again, even more miserably. Gods, how stupid
of me. Jedi fall in love, not
Sith.

She frowned. Obviously she'd caught *that* thought,
too. "You know, I wouldn't listen to
Vader if I were you. I don't know about Kun, but Darth
Maul doesn't seem the type to
pretend to feel something. If he shows it, I think
it's real. You ought to at least ask
him..."

"I can't do that!" I raged. "If Vader's right, I'll
look pathetic. Hell, if Vader's wrong I'll *still*
look pathetic."

"I think you need to give it a chance.... Look, why
don't you come back in and try to
enjoy yourself a bit before this thing ends. Just do
it for *you*. You and Ziggy and the
interns have done so much work here, you ought to
reward yourself a little", she said
encouragingly. "Come on....." She gestured toward the
open door.

I sighed. "All right, I guess it's worth a try,
anyway. I probably need to see what mayhem
everyone's up to lately...." I walked back in and was
immediately struck by the sight of
Mace Windu, completely recovered from the chef salad
incident, pole-dancing in a
leopard-print G-string. Oh, boy..... I had a sudden
desire to lock myself on the balcony
again. Seeing Yoda half-naked was bad enough. If this
night kept on, I'd eventually see
the whole Jedi Council in their skivvies, and that was
just too much to take!

I averted my eyes and my thoughts, focusing on Tam
with the Force. I still sensed
something strange about her, and I was determined to
get to the bottom of it. Her mind
was centered and calm, but there was a stew of
emotions around it. Something in her
body chemistry...ah, she's pregnant! Still, that
didn't fully explain it. I concentrated
again....and pulled back in shock. Yoda's padawan had
a subconscious urge to explore
the Dark Side?!? It was almost a Sith cliche that
every Jedi has a secret darkness, but it
was most definitely true in her case, though she'd
likely never admit it to anyone-- or
even to herself, for that matter.

There was, however, a remedy. The Jedi might severely
disagree, but I thought giving
her a taste of the Dark was an exquisite gift. She
ought to at least be exposed to both,
so she could truly choose where she felt most called
(as if anyone could turn away from
the temptations of the Dark Side!). The Sith poison
that Kun had put into the punch
obviously exacerbated the Dark Side in people oriented
toward the Light (and,
ironically, made wusses out of Sith like Freedon Nadd-
though perhaps Nadd was
always a closet wimp!), and I didn't think the effect
lasted more than a couple of hours.

I turned toward Tam, smiling. "Look, I'm really glad
you stayed to talk to me. I don't
know what to believe (boy, was that ever true...) but
you really gave me some things to
think about. Oh, by the way....try some punch, it's
really good!"

I handed her the cup and watched her take a healthy
sip, then another. She smiled at
me. "Wow, this really *is* good!", she said
enthusiastically.


===


From: "Celeste L'Pauvre"
Subject: [Sith_Chicks] R-a-J RR: An Obi-One gets HIS pt 2

Enjoy, Celeste, still hating TX



Whipcracking thwaps were my corset laces clearing the grommets. In seconds,
my ample bosom was released into his eager hands. He trailed lamprey-like
kisses down my neck and across my chest until he captured one erect nipple,
sucking and biting, rolling the pert nub between his teeth. His hands kept
roaming, searching for the underwear I hadn't bothered wearing.

My fingers were doing their own walking, undressing him as fast as possible.
I pulled his tunic over his head as he switched breasts, broke a nail on the
drawstring of his pants. I'd barely gotten his trousers to his knees when he
lifted me up against the door and let me back down onto his rampant member.
I wrapped my legs around his hips as he pounded frantically into me. As
desparate as he was, I could feel myself nearing the edge and then....

Every cleaning implement in the room with us rattled as if lifted a few
inches from its shelf and then dropped. He tried a few more pumps, groaned
and rested his forehead on my shoulder.

"What?! That's IT?!"

"I'm soooo sorry. This has never..." he said, letting me down to stand on my
own two feet.

"Oh, yeah. Right." I slapped him away from me.

"Ummmm. I have a confession to make," he mumbled as I searched the floor for
my dress, flinging everything non-leather in the direction of his voice.
"I'm not the real Obi-wan."

"Who?" I begin re-lacing my corset, a little too irritated to even bother
looking for a light switch. I just wanted out of the closet as quickly as
possible, it might not be too late to hook up with my regular date at the
Port O'Call Lounge.

"Obi-wan. I'm just a clone. I wouldn't want you thinking I was him and
getting him in trouble with the management or anything," he said, cloth
rustling around him, muffling his voice for a second.

I stopped what I was doing, realized I hadn't a clue what he was babbling
about. "Did you say you were a clone?" I didn't add that I didn't know who
Obi-wan was in the first place.

"Yes."

I could feel every ounce of chagrin at his performance and every bit of
longing to be the original in that one word. I suddenly felt guilty. I
patted him on the shoulder somewhat awkwardly, "There, there. Er, I'm sure
you'll do better next time." I mean, really, what was I supposed to say?

"You'll give me another chance?" It was like the sun had come out from
behind the clouds.

"Not a chance." I finished arranging my cleavage and managed to get the door
open, light blinding me for a moment.

"But...but," he sputtered.

"You're cute, but this was a one time flirtation with living in my roommates
world. She's into angst. Y'know, a lack of satisfaction really explains a
lot about her, now that I think about it. Hmmmphf. Well. Don't quit your day
job." I patted him on the cheek and stepped into the hallway. I turned back
to him as a thought occured to me. "Oh, if you see Celeste, she went off
with some tall Sith guy: long black hair, light armor. Tell her I left.
Thanks, sweetie." I left him standing there, with an expression both stunned
and hurt, haphazardly dressed.

~~~~~~~~

That's it for the clone and kris get it on. She wrote it, not me. I did do a
little intertyping editing....couldn't resist. Anyway.... I really am almost
done with the Exar smut, had a block on suitable phobias, but I got it
sorted. Have a happy Samhain, y'all.

luv, Celeste


===


From: JediPatricia


I'm baaack! ;-)

And now let's quit teasing and move on to an absolutely NC-17 smutty piece...
can't get enough of that Qui-Gon! But since I'm such a good girl (not really)
I'll share! Here it goes...

---

I was dreaming... a familiar dream, yet more real, more detailed than ever. My
dream lover lay light kisses on my stomach, his warm skin pressed against my
body. His hair raised shivers down my thighs, his mouth descending to my
navel, and lower... I felt his beard tickle the sensitive skin there just a
moment before his mouth closed over my clit...

I snapped awake to find Qui-Gon's head buried between my thighs, his tongue
doing unspeakable things to me. I tried to find my voice, but only a gasp came
out. He raised his head and looked at me affectionately, his lips curving in a
slow smile. "Hello, Sleeping Beauty."

I became suddenly aware of the cold air on my exposed skin. The covers had
been thrown back and somehow Qui-Gon had removed my bra and panties in my
sleep, leaving me clad only in stockings. The blood rushed to my face...
whatever part of it wasn't concentrating on my groin. "That's not how the
Prince woke Sleeping Beauty," I accused.

"Really?" he asked, nonchalantly. "I must be mixing the tales... but this is
much more... enjoyable than a simple kiss, don't you agree?"

I refused to give in to the mischief sparkling in his eyes. Did he think all
women turned to goo in his presence? "First you bring me here against my will,
then you *mind-whammy* me to sleep, now you... you..."

"Ravish you?" he offered, kissing the almost transparent skin at the junction
of thigh and groin. My weakest spot.

I closed my eyes at the sweet sensation, but I had to make a stand. I pulled
away from him, at least as much as his strong arms around my thighs would let
me. "I don't remember telling you to go on." Qui-Gon eyed me, somewhat amused.
I ignored it and motioned to get out of bed. "Now that you've been so nice to
wake me, I'd like to go back to the party."

His incredulity was palpable. He didn't let go of me, his fingers softly
kneading my flesh. "What do you mean, go back to the party?"

"Well, the party isn't over yet, is it?"

"No," he conceded, growing suspicious.

"Then, and since I'm no longer drunk, thank you very much, I'd like to go
downstairs and dance, mingle, you know the drill. It's the party of the
decade, you don't expect me to spend it stuck in here, do you?" I said,
cheerfully.

"Yes I do," he said matter-of-factly, leaning over me to claim my mouth in a
kiss that made me forget to breathe. Giving into temptation, I wrapped my arms
around his neck and pressed my body against his, loving the way his warm chest
felt against my cold nipples. I kissed him back, my tongue entwining with his,
then broke the kiss to nip at his neck.

I was no longer in any mood to leave that room - I doubt I ever was - but I
still thought Qui-Gon needed a little lesson. He had loosened his grip on my
thighs, and I took the opportunity to jump out of bed and search for my
underwear. "Qui-Gon, this may be a shock to you, but you're not the Force's
gift to women. And I'd like to go mingle now."

He said nothing, just stared at me with those incredibly blue eyes. Then he
leaned back on the pillows, propped on one elbow, giving me full view of his
naked body. "Mingle?" he asked, as if we were discussing the weather. "Sounds
nice."

"Yeah, who knows, Maul may still be available..." I mentioned casually as I
finally found my panties and put then on.

In the next moment I was sprawled on the bed, Qui-Gon's body pressing against
mine, his hands holding my wrists above my head. His face was inches away from
mine, his eyes narrowed slits. The intensity of his gaze was frightening. "I
don't think so. And even if he was he would be of no use to you, because I
would kill him before he laid a finger on you."

"I doubt Ziggy would be pleased," I risked to say.

"No, she wouldn't. Not good for the party, and blood stains are hell to
remove," he simply acknowledged, then kissed me, ravishing my mouth, the
fierceness of his passion overwhelming. I rubbed my body against his, aching
for release, almost feeling his lips still on my pussy. Qui-Gon pulled back
then, and that old smile I both loved and feared returned to his lips. "Now
where was I..." he murmured, and fastened his mouth to my breast, catching the
nipple between his teeth, applying the exact amount of suction to make me arch
off the bed into his embrace.

He released it then, and I let out a whimper as the wonderful sensation
ceased. Smiling always, Qui-Gon lowered his mouth to my navel, swirling his
tongue inside. He no longer needed to hold me close, because I was holding
him. He maneuvered one hand between my legs to slide two fingers inside me,
rubbing my clit with his thumb. I gyrated my hips against him to increase the
movement, but he just held me in place with his other hand. I wondered
absently what the hell had happened to my panties.

"Qui-Gon... please..." I begged. I wasn't quite sure who was giving who a
lesson anymore. He chuckled against my skin, sending a low hum through my
body. Then he pressed a line of butterfly kisses downward, finally licking at
my labia . His hot breath on my skin was maddening. I clutched the sheets as
he brought me closer to orgasm, closer... then ceased all movement, raising
his head and holding me still. I whimpered. "Qui-Gon!"

His hand moved to trace my thigh. Inside me, his fingers mercilessly resumed
moving. "Yes, dear?"

"Stop... teasing me..." I managed to say weakly.

Qui-Gon lay his cheek against my belly, looking into my eyes. "Oh. I forgot,
you want to... *mingle*," he mentioned amusedly.

"Only if it's with you," I finally conceded, returning the stare.

Wordlessly Qui-Gon withdrew, sucking his fingers, then his face was hovering
over mine and his body pressed against me. "Sweet Patricia," he whispered
against my lips before he kissed me, and I could still taste myself in his
mouth. His erection rubbed against my stomach as he adjusted himself, and I
wrapped my legs around his waist when he entered me, never wanting to let go
of him.

He started a slow rhythm, releasing my mouth to gently nip at my earlobe. I
thrust my hips against him demandingly, and in response his thrusts became
more urgent. Our bodies ground together as I slid a hand to the back of his
neck, pulling him close and sucking at his lower lip. I closed my eyes,
feeling the waves of passion approach, and moaned into his mouth when my body
jerked against his in release.

But Qui-Gon neither stopped not slowed his thrusts, his hands moving under me
to grasp my thighs closer. I opened my eyes in surprise to find his face the
image of control, his breath just a bit uneven while I was frantically gasping
for air. He was taking me far beyond the point where usually I gave into the
need, raising me to unimaginable heights. I shuddered against him, my hands
clawing his back. It was too much, and for the first time in my life I
completely forgot any pretence of composure and let a feral scream escape my
lips. Qui-Gon's mouth claimed mine, his tongue dueling my own, silencing my
cries. Suddenly I felt it as he too found release, giving in to his own
orgasm. Then my body imploded to a single atom of need, and that need was
released in a shattering wave of ecstasy.

Reduced to a pool of sensation, I clung closer to him, trembling, afraid I
would disintegrate if I let go. My whole body was reduced to jelly, Qui-Gon's
pressed against me as he too recovered from the intense lovemaking. Time
passed idly by us, still enveloped in the haze of passion.

Qui-Gon finally spoke, his lips and beard tickling my neck. "Still alive,
little one?"

"No thanks to you," I muttered, pouting. "I'm beginning to pity poor Ziggy and
the other interns."

He chucked, raising himself on his elbows to look at me. "I've never had any
complaints..."

"Well, that's understandable. People rarely complain when they're
unconscious."
He laughed hard, rolling on the bed and dragging me with him so that he was
sitting on the bed and I sat on his lap. I laughed too, then kissed him again,
this time slowly entwining my tongue in his. The kiss was long and sweet, and
when our lips parted I just couldn't resist baiting him some more. "You know,
I don't think there's anyone who *mingles* as good as you..." I said, watching
a smile cross his lips, "...but I never did get to *mingle* with a Sith. I
wonder..." His smile vanished, replaced by a fierce expression once again, and
I have no doubt he'd have me on my back once again in no time if I hadn't
started laughing.

"You like to play with fire, sweet Patricia..." he chided, lowering his head
to gently suck and bite at my neck, making me lose my breath.

"Guess I do..." I whispered against his temple, massaging the pink lines my
nails had traced on his back. "You know, people are going to wonder what
happened to us..."

"Oh, don't worry. They won't wonder at all..." he smiled against my skin, and
it took a second for the meaning of his words to sink in.

"*What?* You mean..."

"If they didn't know what we were doing, they must have got a pretty good idea
when you... *vocalized* your pleasure.... even with the Sy Snootles and the
Max Rebo band playing..."

I knew I was blushing, and didn't care. "Is there a back door to this place?"
I asked.

"What do you want a back door for?" Qui-Gon asked, although he had a pretty
good idea of it from my embarrassed face.

"Oh, for nothing... it's just that I'll never be able to face the Jedi Council
ever again after this!"



===


From: Darth Patches





Keeping Ziggy's warning about the punch in mind, Patches wandered through
the press of people. She spotted Ziggy a moment later, and watched her
take the karaoke machine and toss it off the balcony. Then she went to
find something to drink; something besides punch or fruit juice. A droid
with a tray of another type of drinks of wandered by, and she took one of
those. It being surprisingly good, she soon finished it and took another
one. Patches was feeling a little happier now, a little more relaxed,
and she wondered if the drink was alcoholic. Now that she thought about
it, she was pretty sure it was. /Oh, well. I came here to enjoy
myself./ She took another sip of her drink and realized it was empty.
/Hmm. I'll just go get a refill./ She turned around to do just that -

- and ran right smack into a very depressed-looking Obi-One.

"I'm SO sorry," she apologized. "I'm normally not this clumsy, really."

"Well, I am," Obi-One grumbled. "I'm really sorry about that, though,"
he continued a little more gently.

"Don't worry about it." She held her hand out to him. "My name's
Patches," she told him.

He shook her hand, gently but firmly. "I'm Obi-One. Again, I'm sorry
about running into you. I really should pay more attention to where I'm
going."

"That's ok, this gives me some thing to do besides drink."

That brought a small smile to his face, but it quickly faded.

Giving him a concerned look, Patches asked him, "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Nothin'."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Hey, now, I can tell that's not true.
Look, I am a good listener, but you don't have to tell me anything. On
the other hand, I'm not a bad dancer either, so if you would like some
company, I sure could use some myself."

Obi-One hesitated, but, seeing the look on her face, he shrugged and said
"Sure, why not." He could use a little distraction right now after the
disaster in the broom closet.

He took her hand and they made their way to the dance floor. A slow song
was playing. He put his hands on her waist, and she put hers around his
neck.

/She barely reaches my chest,/ Obi-One thought with a touch of amusement.


Patches looked up at him, and their eyes met. Obi-One was instantly lost
in hers, which were a molten silver. He felt like he was melting into
them.

Patches was drowning in his blue, blue eyes. She suddenly felt feverish.
She didn't recognize the feeling at first; it had been over a year.
When she did, her eyes widened. She didn't know if it was just because
of the alcohol, but she wanted this man. She laid her head on his chest,
feeling his warmth through his tunic.

As Obi-One danced with his arms around the tiny woman leaning against
him, he became very aware of her closeness, of the feel of her body
against his, of her fingers playing idly with is braid, of the smell of
her hair. He took a deep breath, taking in her scent. He noticed she
had a tiny silver chain woven through her hair. /That's neat; I like
that,/ he thought. /I like her./

He noticed then, that her fingers had started lightly caressing the back
of his neck. He inhaled sharply, as the gentle touches sent fire racing
from his neck to his groin. /Woah./ he thought. /That was intense./ He
unconsciously stroked the small of her back.

His hands moving along her back intensified the sensations she was
experiencing. Patches wished for those hands to be elsewhere, doing
other things. The headiness of those feelings, combined with the effects
of the alcohol, loosened her mental shielding just a tiny bit. It wasn't
enough for clear thoughts to come through, but emotions could be easily
picked up by someone who was Force-sensitive. And her dance partner was.

Obi-One started slightly as her emotions leaked through to him.
/Really?/ he thought, surprised. /She wants to.../

Patches felt him start, and looked up at him. The look on his face was
desirous, hopeful, for just a moment. She held her breath, wondering if
he would say something. Then his face fell.

"What is it?" she asked him. "What's wrong?"

"I just; I don't know. Look, can we have that talk?"

Puzzled, she answered "Sure. Where?" she asked, looking around at the
packed ballroom.

"Come with me," he said, taking her hand. He led her upstairs to an
empty bedroom, and sat down on the bed. She sat next to him.

"Look," he said, "I really want you, and I know you want me because your
emotions are leaking through your shields." She almost tightened them
again, but decided not to. He continued. "But, I have a problem."

"What?" she asked gently, radiating concern.

That, and the fact that she didn't close up her defenses even though she
could have, decided him. Obi-One confessed to being a clone, and told
her about the "broom closet catastrophe" and about his feelings of
inadequacy because of both. "Most women want me because they think I'm
Obi-Wan, or they know I'm a clone and they decide to settle for the next
best thing. I'm just a carbon copy, a, a -" He broke off as she shushed
him.

"You may be a clone, but that doesn't mean you aren't your own person.
The only thing that is identical about you is your genes. You have a
separate life, a separate personality. I, for one, think you are
charming, incredibly sexy, a wonderful dancer, and a very sweet guy. And
I have never met the original, so I have no basis to for comparison, but
I certainly prefer you." She paused briefly. "As for your problem
earlier, call me crazy, but I think you just didn't have the right -
motivation." As she spoke, her face slowly moved closer to his, until
she was only inches away, her lips slightly parted.

"You must be crazy, if you think I'm a good dancer," he replied, his
voice husky.

He swiftly closed the distance between them, his lips closing on hers in
an ardent kiss. Eagerly, she responded, her tongue seeking entrance to
his mouth and he gladly granting it as his tongue explored her mouth in
return. His hands were all over her body, as hers wandered over his.
She began working his shirt off. His roving hands found her zipper and
undid it, then slipped the straps off her shoulders. He fondled her bare
breasts, the nipples hardening under his hands.

Patches shivered as his touch sent jolts of electricity through her body.
She pulled his shirt off his arms and started on his belt. They broke
the kiss and she gasped for air, then let out a moan as his mouth found
an erect nipple.

She managed to undo his belt and tugged at his pants. He kicked off his
boots and stood up, bringing her with him because his mouth was still
attached to her breast, suckling intently. His pants and her dress fell
to the floor simultaneously, and they both stepped out of them. Finally
releasing her nipple, he picked her up and laid her on the bed. She
could see his hard member straining the thin fabric of his undergarment.

Obi-One kissed her again, caressing her body, teasing her nipples. His
mouth moved to her neck, kissing, nibbling, sucking, as he worked his way
down her collarbone and between her breasts. She whimpered as his mouth
found a nipple again, and then he was moving down again, lower, until he
was tracing circles around her navel with his tongue. He brought his
mouth down on hers, his soft lips pressing firmly into hers, his tongue
twining with hers in an erotic dance. He broke the kiss to let her
breathe. /You are beautiful,/ he projected to her as he stripped her
panties off. There was a need to his actions, an urgency which she
shared. She didn't mind rushing.

His hand stroked the soft curls at her groin, and then he slipped a
finger into her wet slit. She moaned, and then cried out as he pulled
his finger out and stroked her clit. He planted light kisses on her
neck, nipples, and navel, and then knelt between her legs, pushing her
feet back so that her knees were up. He leaned down and ran his tongue
over her moist folds as she gasped, and then moved his attention deeper.
He kept this up for a few minutes, he moved up with a few light, teasing
licks. Then he clamped his lips around her clit and sucked. She
screamed and arched her back, pressing against him as he nibbled and
sucked, and he felt a spurt of wetness. She felt herself nearing climax.
Her whole body was on fire. Continuing to work her clit with his mouth,
he reached up and fondled a nipple. With his other hand he slipped one,
then two fingers into her tight opening, and slid then in and out. She
was panting and moaning and grinding against his hand. He concentrated
pressure on a sensitive spot inside her, and sucked faster on her clit,
and she screamed as she climaxed. Her body shuddered as the powerful
orgasm swept through her, and when it was over, she lay there, quivering.
He moved back up and kissed her, and she could taste herself on him.
She left her shields down just enough for him to know how much she
enjoyed it. But she still wanted him, wanted him inside her. Then she
smiled against his lips.

/Now it's my turn,/ she sent. She pushed up and over, rolling him onto
his back so that she was now on top of him. Patches pulled away, and
then started on his neck with her mouth, slowly working her way down,
teasing him. When he tried to protest, she pinned his arms at his sides
with the Force, and then pulled off his underwear. His thick member
sprang up, erect, and she stroked the smooth skin. He moaned, and she
began to stroke harder, wrapping her hand around him. Fire raced through
him, and all he knew at that moment was her hand caressing him. Then he
felt the warm wetness of her mouth closing over his tip, and he cried out
and raised his hips. Her tongue teased the tip, swirled around it, as
she slowly took more of him into her mouth, sucking. Light was exploding
behind his closed eyelids as he moaned, gasping for breath. She slid her
mouth up and down his length, faster. Obi-One couldn't stand it any
longer. He wanted to take her, to be inside her.

/Patches, please. I need.../

She nodded her understanding. Kissing him, she released her hold on his
arms. He immediately wrapped them around her and then rolled on top of
her. He raised himself up and plunged into her, and they both cried out
in pleasure. He pulled out and thrust again, slowly increasing his pace.
She was tight, but he fit well; it felt incredibly good. All coherent
thought left them as they rose and fell together, grinding against each
other. He sensed that she was almost there, and he reached down to
stroke her clit. Just one light touch was all it took, and she came, her
muscles contracting, squeezing him. He came almost immediately after,
screaming her name as the intensity of the orgasm hit him and he spilled
his seed into her.

Obi-One collapsed on top of her. The sweat was dripping off their
exhausted bodies. He rolled off her, almost afraid to crush her, she was
so small.

/See, I told you that you just needed the right motivation,/ she teased.

/Woman, you are definitely a good motivator,/ he replied. Then he
frowned. /I'm sorry,/ he said.

"What for?" she asked, sitting up.

"That was too fast; I should've taken my time, made sure- mmphh"

Patches cut him off with a kiss. /Bullshit. That was incredible. As
far as it being fast and furious, we both needed that./ She pulled away.
"And if you want to take it slow, we can rest for a bit and then try
again," she said as she ran a finger down his muscular chest.

He grinned at her. "Sure, why not?" He paused. "Hey, thanks."

"For what?"

"For cheering me up."

"Anytime, Obi-One," she replied with a smile. "Anytime."

He kissed her then, and this time, they did take their time.


===



From: "Tam Chronin"
Subject: [Sith_Chicks] R-A-J RR: Vader taken seriously (for a change) :)


His black cloak billowed out behind him as he ascended the stairs. There was a grace to this, an elegance conveyed in the fabric alone. I was entranced as I followed, unable to break the spell. The rhythmic sound of his mechanical breathing had an almost hypnotic effect on me, one I didn't understand but it compelled me anyway.
I followed closely, not wanting to lose him. He came to a door and opened it, gesturing for me to follow. His bedroom was sparse, but that didn't bother me, I expected to be paying attention to him alone for as long as I was here.
"How did you plan on changing my anger for something else?" I swallowed down my hope, easy to do with the fear that was threatening to overpower me.
"You know exactly what I have in mind. Just because some things are denied to me doesn't mean I don't have other needs."
"What do you mean?"
"I was burned horribly years ago...I assumed you knew. My lungs are beyond repair, I was scarred over most of my body, but I assure you that everything necessary to what you have in mind is intact."
"Oh." I had barely formed the suspicion before he answered me. "So no kissing, nothing else involving your mouth, and I shouldn't look at your face which won't be a problem because you need to keep your mask on--do I have it right?" My smile was a slight seductive thing as I came closer. "I think I can handle that."
"Close, but there are things you can do with the Force that Yoda would never teach you." He held me close against him. "Close your eyes."
I closed my eyes and could feel lips brush against mine. I opened my eyes and gasped at how real it had felt, and how erotic. "Oh gods," I gasped.
"I take it I remembered how to do it right." I could feel the low rumble of his voice down to my toes. His hand lifted to my face and caressed my cheek. His finger traced my lips then lifted my face gently under my chin. I let my eyes slip closed again and the kiss was deep and passionate. I could feel him in my mind, testing exactly what I liked and feeling the sensation for himself through me. I moaned softly, my knees threatening to give way.
He pulled me away slightly. My eyes snapped open and he gestured toward the bed. I couldn't catch my breath, I just walked toward the bed as if I floated on a cloud. He stopped me just beside the bed and gave me another one of those magical Force kisses as he reached around to undo my dress.
As I closed my eyes this time I could see him as he must have been in life. It wasn't an image he was trying to project, but it was the way he still thought of himself when he let go of the pain. The sheer lust that built within us both was enough to drive everything else away. I opened my eyes and looked into the mask's eyes still haunted by the pure blue of his past self.
::Don't look at me like that:: he said through the Force. He felt more anger than I had ever known about whatever it was that had happened to him. He resented me reminding him what he really looked like. I took a step back, afraid again, but all that was behind me was the bed. My dress slipped off as I fell back on the bed.
My anger took me then. How dare he make me so afraid when we had been about to have so much fun? ::That doesn't matter. Dammit, if you don't follow through I will hurt you worse than that.:: I made it obvious I meant to hurt him worse than what had left him half dead in the first place.
The sound of Darth Vader's laughter was the most ominous sound I had ever heard. He reached forward and my bra was suddenly on the floor with my gown. His gloved hand cupped my right breast, gently arousing my sensitive nipple. I moaned gently, tipping my head back and reveling in the sensation. It was unsettling having my emotions played with so adeptly. I didn't have a chance to keep my balance and he knew it.
"Yes, give yourself to your emotions. Don't think, just feel."
Oh gods, it felt so good. He sat down beside me and ran the fingertips of his other hand over my eyes. Behind my eyelids I saw him as he preferred to be again. In the vision he reached forward and suckled my breast while his other hand continued to stimulate my other breast. I laid back and felt the pleasure course through me. He paused long enough to remove my panties and then he slipped a finger against my wet slit. With a deep rumble of approval he slipped a finger inside me and gently rubbed my clit with his thumb.
I moaned as I saw him bend toward my pussy and ever so gently lick. I knew that it was a trick of the Force, I knew it wasn't real, but I couldn't feel a difference. It felt as if my insides were on fire as he increased the pace, sucking on my clit and then burying his tongue deep inside of me. I screamed as I came, clutching the sheets in my tight fists. I clenched my eyes tightly closed to keep him from stopping.
I felt the bed shift under me and realized I was being placed in a better position. I gasped at the feel of my wrists being restrained above my head. I could hear the rustle of fabric and the springs of the bed as he settled over me. He smelled like leather and lust with another, undefinable scent under the surface. His hands depressed the bed on either side of me and I could feel the tip of his member begin to press against me to enter.
I couldn't believe how gentle he was. I wanted to be ravaged and he was torturing me by treating me like I was delicate. With a stab of rage I probed him to find out why and I saw an image of *her*. His wife, pregnant with twins, and he had never known. It blew my mind that he was doing this to me to make up for what he hadn't been for her. Then I understood--the punch that had been filling my gentle soul with darkness had affected him through me and reminded him of the good within him.
::This isn't me:: I cried with the part of my soul that could, and I heard Vader echo my cry. We moved our bodies together in that most ancient of all rhythms, building speed slowly. I struggled to free my hands as I lost control, but I couldn't get free and it helped drive me over the edge that much faster. I climaxed hard, clenching my vaginal muscles tightly around him and wrapping my legs around his waist. He slowed for only a moment while I caught my breath and then he was pounding within me again. I came a second time, harder than the last, but still he wasn't done. I nearly cried at my helplessness as I tugged against whatever was holding my hands, but still to no avail. I felt something within me release finally and I lost track of everything except the sensation of Vader fucking me. Finally I felt his control begin to release and in that last moment as he came within me I gazed at him in the real world, loving both images of him.
That sent me over the edge one last time and I finally freed my hands as he let go. I clutched him to me, shaking--almost sobbing from the overload of emotion. I didn't know what I was feeling suddenly as I felt his emotions bleed into mine. ::I can't believe how much you remind me of *her*:: he thought with a strange hollow pain that I hadn't expected. I suddenly wanted to cry. I had no control for the first time in my life and I didn't know what to do except lie there and hold him.
Suddenly I was repulsed. This was a Sith, someone who had turned against his Jedi training. How could I...?
I felt his anger rise in response, and then we both slammed up our shields. "I see the spell has worn off." His voice was matter of fact, but I could feel a trace of amusement behind his words.
I wiped my hand across my face, curling up on the bed and trying in vain to cover certain parts of myself. The truth was I had really enjoyed myself, much more than the effect of the punch could excuse. In horror I bounded off the bed and grabbed my clothes. Darth Vader gently helped me and I almost melted back into his arms. I caught myself and hastily pulled away. "Don't. Just--don't help me. I--" With trembling fingers I finished dressing myself. I tried hard not to cry as I remembered what it had felt like to be kissed in that unique way. With a sharp intake of breath I ran out, wondering how I could put it behind me. Especially when I knew that he would never be that way again.
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There you have it, tasty--er, I mean tasteful--Vader smut. I kinda had to end it that way, right? So why am I so bummed? *sigh*
Tam Chronin
Jedi Padawan


===



From: "Crysta Novelli"
Subject: [Sith_Chicks] R-a-J RR: Practice Makes Perfect


We watched Ziggy go back into the ballroom after witnessing the karaoke
machine "jump" off the balcony and onto the Wookie senator's landspeeder.
Turning to each other, shocked at her behavior, Luke suddenly gave me one of
his gorgeous lop-sided grins and said, "I think she's handling things around
her pretty well, don't you?"

I shook my head and rolled my eyes in response. Just then a cool breeze
floated past us, and I shivered. Noticing, Luke came over to me and pulled
me close, wrapping me in his arms.

"What do you say we go upstairs and practice some of those new found skills
of yours," he suggested softly, his breath warm against my ear. I looked up
into his eyes and caught his wink, and I smiled. Nodding my consent, he
took my hand and I followed him from the balcony.

*********************************

//Concentrate, Crysta// Luke murmured in my mind. //Relax, and open
yourself for me.//

I leaned back against the pillows. //Luke,// I moaned, //I can't open
myself any wider!//

//Yes, you can,// he replied gently, //if you trust me enough. Do you trust
me?//

I nodded, biting my lower lip and looking into his eyes. He smiled
reassuringly, and I closed my eyes again and resumed my concentration. I
reached out, and suddenly I felt it. It was everywhere - surrounding me,
permeating me, radiating from Luke. I drew in a deep breath as I suddenly
felt all of his emotions for me. I could actually _sense_ him sitting
beside me on the bed. It was amazing, and one of the most incredible
sensations I'd ever experienced.

I opened my eyes and caught his grin. //See! I told you you could do it.
The Force _is_ in you//

I smiled back, still reeling from the new windows he had opened in my life.

//Now I need to teach you how to erect shields so that you don't start
broadcasting your every thought to whomever happens to be near you// he
said.

I caught on quickly, and soon had pretty decent shields to work with.

//Now, shall we test them out?// he asked, grinning slyly at me. I raised
my eyebrow, and then shrieked as he threw himself on top of me, kissing me
furiously.

I batted him off, laughing, but he wouldn't let up. He just kept ravaging
my mouth, and his hands drifted down to tease me elsewhere.

//Ah ah ah, Crysta, they're slipping,// I heard in my head.

//Oh really?// I responded, but barely. //I wonder why that's
happening...//

//I don't know// he said, suddenly releasing my mouth and sitting up. //But
until you learn to control them better, we'd better stop.//

//Why you...// I retorted. How dare he get me all worked up and then ditch
me like that? I pushed him down and rolled over on top of him. //How are
they going to get any stronger without lots of practice?// I asked as my
tongue found his.

//Hmm...// I heard. //You have a good point...//

//And I'm not the only one with a firm position on the matter...// I grinned
wickedly at him, and he rolled me over again to get the vantage position.

//You're right// he agreed, his firm member pressing into my thigh. //I
think we're going to have to do something about this, aren't we?//

//Mmm... I think so...// And that was the last coherent thought I had as
he proceeded to strip me of my clothes and do unspeakable things to me.

So much for those shields...


===


From: "Selah Specht"
Subject: [Sith_Chicks] R-a-J RR: Love is love?


Lyrics are by Culture Club, btw!

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I sighed as I watched things beginning to gear down and closed my eyes momentarily in a silent prayer. Finally. Okay, now to get everyone home without getting anyone killed...

"Okay, gang! Time to say your goodbyes and get home!" I called, clapping my hands lightly. A few moans were issued, but most were agreeable. Of course, that was those who were downstairs...upstairs would be a different story. But I didn't have time to think of that, because at that moment the doorbell rang.

"If it's Jareth he will die, immortal or not," I grumbled under my breath before opening said door. It was not Jareth, unless the goblin king had decided to transform into an inebriated, rather large, excessively hairy Wookie.

"Um...what can I do for you?" I asked, in what I hoped was meek tones.

"ROWLFRAOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWLFFFFFFFFF!!!!"

"Um...your landcar? Parked outside?"

"WWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROAAAAARFFFFFFF!!!!!"

"Why is there a big dent in it? Well..." I paused as he continued to yell and scream, saying many things about my heritage, lineage, the types of people I had relationships with, and my business. At that my anger nearly flared it's temperamental head, but I kept my cool and did the next logical thing. I burst into tears.

"I-I'm so s-sorry!!! I really didn't mean for anything like that to h-happen!! I've been so busy trying to keep track of everyone all evening and I guess I just lost it...Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep track of a house full of rabid Jedi and Sith?" I asked and the now-silent, astonished senator, shook his head.

"IT'S AWWWWFULLL!!!" I wailed, letting my head bury into the fur of his chest. "First they spiked all the drinks, then they started fighting, and they locked me out on a balcony and I got bombarded with water balloons and...and..." I broke off into another sobbing fit, and the stunned Wookie began to gently rock me.

"And they wouldn't stop with the karaoke and I just got so frustrated cause no one was listening to me and I just wanted this to be a good party and I guess I got a little mad and threw the machine out the window and I really didn't mean to hit your car and I'm so sorry you have to see me like this, just let me get my checkbook..." I whimpered, starting to pull away, when a furry hand on my shoulder stopped me.

"Rowfralgwwroooorffffff...raoraflllffffrooorrwwff..."

"It's under warantee? You don't need me to replace the hood? Oh thank you!!" I squealed, wrapping my arms around the beast. "You're the nicest senator I've ever known!!" I added for good measure. The Wookie actually blushed and added that he may have a solution to my problems. I could feel a slow smile spread across my face as he explained and I eagerly nodded.

"That donation would be a great help...send a crew by tomorrow morning and I'll have the system installed," I told him, wiping away tears. "Thank you so much!! This evening has just been so hard on me!!" I sniffled and he gracefully made his exit before I could cry again. I waited approximately five seconds for him to get out of earshot before letting a slow grin spread over my face.

"And the winner of the Tony award for all-around best actress is Selah Specht!!" I said in an announcer-ish voice, before bowing deeply to an imaginary audience. Chuckling, I bounded up the stairs to get the rest of the guests home.

I knocked on door after door, peeked into ones I knew were empty, quickly knocked on Qui and Obi's door and ran past before I could see them, then stopped as I noticed Luke's door was slightly open. Hadn't I just seen them downstairs? Frowning, not liking the prospects of a robbery, I reached down to my ankle and unclipped the miniblaster before listening at the door again. There was definitely movement in there...
Bracing myself, I bit my lip and pushed open the door...

And immediately ran back out and slammed the door once I had gotten a look at Luke spread out over Crysta. Oh my lord I was stupid!

"Um, sorry bout that! Didn't know you were in there...!! Um, go on about your business, but I'm starting to send folks home," I added, trying to put on a no big deal tone, like I hadn't just caught them at what they had been doing...I knew they were in love and all, but seeing them like that just didn't help my emotional state at the moment. Shaking my head, I streaked for the stairs, not wanting to face either of them after that little incident...

I quickly went to the kitchen and let my back hit the wall, closed my eyes, and let the strong emotions wash over me. I wouldn't give in to anger and all that...and I had to deal with the overwhelming sadness I had been immersed in that evening, but I would do it. Because I had to. I inhaled shakily, letting my body rack silently as I struggled not to give into tears again. Finally, after the current had passed, I composed myself and headed into the ballroom. And winced upon realizing what song was playing. Normally it was one of my all time favorites, but at the moment I just wanted to kill the music and go bury myself alive or something.

"You don't have to touch it to know...love is everywhere that you go...you don't have to touch it to feel, love is every second we steal, love is love is nothing without you, love is love is everything you do. Open up your eyes and you will see, love is love is everything to me..." In a single movement I had crossed the room and slammed the CD player off.

"Hey!" someone protested and I sent a council member a withering look.

"Not that song!! It's not true, and it's stupid!" I growled, taking my Culture Club CD out of the player and returning it to its case. Later I would have to listen to something that would help me get rid of this bitterness...like Outside or Earthling...something really loud and weird. Sighing, I strengthened my resolve and went to go find others to let them know the party was winding down.


===


From: "Celeste L'Pauvre"
Subject: [Sith_Chicks] R-a-J RR: Sadeness pt 2



His lips, pressing almost shyly against mine, were as soft and delicious as
warm chocolate. There was a clamor at the bottom of the stairs and though a
part of me burned with curiosity, the flame of lust burned hotter and his
sensual mouth kept me entralled. As a familiar voice shrieked a constant
litany of "motherfuckermotherfuckermotherfucker," the alluringly terrifying
Lord Kun drew me gently along to his quarters. When we reached his door,
Exar pulled a long, dark scarf from some hidden pocket of his robes, deftly
snapping it across my eeyes, filling my nostrils with the tang of metal and
his own exotic scent as he leaned close and tied it securely. The rasp of
his armor, the susurrus of his silks, the militant clip of his bootheels
dominated my hearing, drowning out the last of the ruckus from the ballroom.
Warm hands maneuvered me into what felt like the center of a large chamber.

"Be still," he whispered, sliding his palms across my shoulder blades,
fizzy-pop crackle of Force unfastening my dress, "Be very, very still."

And as my master bid me, so I tried very hard to be. I strained to hear him
moving about in the darkness. Nothing but silence, hammering in my ears on
and on. It crept up on me, the claustrophobia I had thought eradicated. My
rational mind knew the walls weren't really closing in, the dark wasn't
pressing down like a ton of stone, that it was just some mind trick of
Exar's, but the rising panic still set a fine treomor in my limbs. I
resisted a second, a minute, an hour--I wasn't sure how long--before my
hands shot up, reaching for the blindfold.

Was it the sting of the leather wrapping tightly around my wrists or the
sound of it that startled me more? Two thin strips of rough hide kept me
from ripping off the blindfold, pulling my arms slowly away from my body
until I was suspended much the way I had been in the "preview" given in the
hallway: held spreadeagle, on tiptoe, off balance. It wasn't long before the
strands of leather--some soft, some stiff, some smooth, some in
knots--stroked leisurely across my bare back. A light slap sent shivers from
my scalp to my toes. A marginally harsher blow moistened lacy underwear. The
scourge landed between my shoulders once more, a stinging crack, and I knew
it had bit into pale skin. He moved in front of me, trailed the whip across
my chest, down and down, around my legs and ankles and back up again. I
waited for the next hit, wondering how hard it would be and where it would
land. But it never came.

Ice cold wetness poured over my prickling back, ran in rivulets over my
tight aching breasts. I shivered, jumped when the hot oil was drizzled along
the same paths as the cold. What was this? Nothing like what I was
expecting, nothing very frightening...Then, I felt the cold metal point
against my throat, a taste of fear but still not particularly terrifying. He
wouldn't kill me.

"No, I won't kill you," he murmured in my ear, the opposite of where I
thought he was, "I just want to see something...." A steady pressure on the
blade tyraced along my torso, sometimes just hard enough to garner a bead or
two of blood, sometimes just hard enough to know it was there. He angled the
dagger between my skin and the material of my panties and garter belt,
skimming back and forth across my stomach, the point dragging through my
lower set of curls. A sharp tug and the fabric came away from my left hip,
another and mutilated lace fluttered to the floor, nylon pooling around my
ankles, my stockings having lost their support.

"How unsightly. Tsk. Tsk." My overpriced heels flew off my feet, upsetting
my precarious stance. I grabbed the leather strings extending outwards from
my wrists, managed to keep myself vertical. I didn't have long to think
about my savaged wrists or my eyes which remained shrouded.

The temperature in the room climbed swiftly, a thin sheen of perspiration
moistened my skin. One by one, the salt in my sweat seeped into each scratch
and scrape. Little stings spread like wildfire me. Each a pinpoint of
searing pain forming an overall caress of burning pleasure. Like a billion
ants stirred from the hill, his evil crawled across every centimeter of my
body and, in this sensation, he had unleashed my ultimate irrational fear.
Every second, the image of myself covered in ants, tiny red and black dots
swarming, devouring me, grew more vivid, more intense.

"Ah. Much better," he chuckled, fingers stroking my throat as if petting the
scream rocketing up from my diaphragm. I sucked in the air to give voice to
my terror. My parted lips were covered by his, tongue darting into my mouth
as his thumbs pressed against my esophagus, restricting airflow and
effectively throttling my impending yell. I moaned weakly, vibration
intensifying our kiss. My dark world spiralled into deeper blackness sparked
with phantom fireworks as hypoxia started taking effect.

I was brought back from the edge of unconsciousness by the beginning of five
o'clock shadow rough against my cheek, rubbing like a cat scentmarking its
person. His long, soft hair drifted like a curtain of the finest silk across
my taut nipples. I gasped for desparately needed oxygen, gasped again as he
slid one finger into my slick opening.

My hands clenched and unclenched spasmodically, chafing my raw wrists,
weaving back and forth on the razor's edge between pain and pleasure. A
second finger joined the first, his thumb finding my clit, massaging with a
languid, circular motion. My initial wave of pleasure was overrun just then
by a wave of terror composed of all previous thoughts of horror. This time,
I did scream...again and again.

Kun laughed as he shoved me roughly to my knees, leather restraints suddenly
releasing my arms. Forehead to the floor, arms flung out before me, ass high
in the air, I felt his hot flesh fall gracefully in behind me. He skimmed
his scratchy chin down my spine, pratically purring as his hands cupped the
orbs of my rear, lifted me up to expose my throbbing cunt to his waiting
cock. He thrust in, filling me more in reality than he had in his mental
manipulation. Tanling a hand in my curling locks, he pulled my head up,
forcing my back into a convex arch. He set a furious rhythm, his free hand
toying with just the right spot as my hardened nipples lightly grazed the
rug beneath us with each stroke.

Soon, we shuddered together in ecstasy. As his panting slowed, he whispered
in my ear, commenting on my exact thoughts, "No, this isn't the last time
you will see me. You are mine to do with as I wish." He pushed my hair away
from my neck, planted a tender kiss that turned into a searing brand.
Immobile in his grasp, I smelled my flesh burning but could do nothing. The
pain vaniched with his next breath, blowing gently across the remaining
mark. "You belong to me."

He stood abruptly, withdrawing from me, toppling me onto my side. I
carefully probed the back of my neck, flet the raised design that must
obviously proclaim me as his property. And, finally, I worked the blindfold
over my face, scarf tails trailing down my back as I turned to watch Lord
Kun stalk away from me.

He stopped, soft light from the doorway before him limning his perfect body.
"Go home, Celeste. Straight home."

I didn't wait for further instructions. Every nuance of his order was
perfectly clear: the party was over for me; he would call on me when he
wanted; I was not to call Rent-A-Jedi to order anyone else or to report what
had happened; there wasn't a being in the universe that could change the
situation between us; and consequences would be dire if I disobeyed even his
blithest edict. I gathered my shoes and clothes, tying my garters and
underwear together best as I could. Dress securely in place, I fled my
master's quarters without looking back.

Instead, I looked forward, in lustful fear, to my next encounter with Exar
Kun, Dark Lord of the Sith.


===


From: Per'agana


Here's installment #1-- I have another ready that I'll
post right after. I'm having trouble with MSN, though,
so I hope these make it through.

*************************
I'd gotten the command from Ziggy that it was time to
start knocking on doors. I looked
all over for R3, and finally found him clipping bushes
with Luke Skywalker's astromech
droid, Artoo. I looked up at the bush in dismay- it
was clipped to look exactly like Qui-
Gon Jinn, with....er...*both* his lightsabers rising
to the occasion.

"R3, what the hell do you think you're doing! You're
supposed to be helping me send
everyone home!" I yelled.

R3 bleeped indignantly at me.

"Whattya mean you'd rather stay here with Artoo? Are
you drunk too?" I asked
suspiciously. I already knew Artoo had somehow managed
to get sloshed earlier
tonight.

R3 beeped at me again and rolled behind the bush with
Artoo. "WHAT?!? You want to
go do WHAT with Artoo????" I didn't know droids did
that! I glared at the bush, which
was just beginning to rustle, then I turned and rushed
back inside. There really were
some things I didn't need to know! Hell, maybe the two
droids would have better luck
with relationships than *I* seemed to have.

I looked for the interns, and realized they were
helping to find taxis to make sure that
the more inebriated clients and council members got
home in one piece. I would have
to do this alone. I ran down the Sith hall banging on
the doors, yelling "everyone, it's
time to go home, the party's over!" I slammed my Force
shields in place as I ran by
Maul and Kun's rooms. I didn't want to know.

I felt my shields slip a little as I rounded the
corner, thoughts of the many blissful
moments I'd spent in both those rooms stealing into my
mind despite my attempts to
push them away. I stopped just short of Freedon Nadd's
door as I took a deep breath
and willed myself not to think about it, to just do my
job as manager.

Thankfully, Vader's door opened and my thoughts fled.
A figure in a blue ballgown
came rushing out of Vader's room, heading for the
stairs. My eyes widened in disbelief-
"Tam Chronin ?!?"

She whipped around at my voice. Her ballgown was
disheveled and her face had a
haunted look- pleasure, but something else- hurt,
disappointment... I reached out with
the Force, and the strength of her swirling emotions
nearly flattened me. Her shields
were completely down, and I could too easily read what
had happened to her.

"I'm not in the mood to *talk* right now", she
growled.

"Tam...." I chased her down the stairs. I don't know
why I cared, but if her Jedi council
found her now, her career as a Padawan was over.
Which, considering, wasn't a bad
thing, but if she chose to be Sith, she should do so
with a clear, sound, non-intoxicated
mind.
She turned to face me at the bottom of the stairs. "I
can't believe I trusted you! How
could you *poison* me with your evil Sith ways!"

"Tam, I would say I'm sorry, but I only acted on the
desire you already had!"

"Oh, sure", she said furiously, "every Jedi has a
secret longing to explore the Dark Side.
How bloody fucking typical!"

"But you *do* long for the dark! You aren't just mad
at me, you're mad at *you* because
you enjoyed fucking Vader!" Bleaagh, what a concept!

She sighed, and seemed to deflate in front of me.
"You're right. I *did* enjoy it. Way
more than your Sith poison can account for. What am I
going to do? I'm a Jedi! This
shouldn't be happening to me!" she wailed miserably.

"Look, you aren't going to like me for this, but why
try so hard to stomp on something
you obviously want? I mean, I know Vader and I get
along like oil and water, but I
suppose he needs someone just like the rest of us
do..." yeah, like *I* do, but that's
another thing. "...and you're attracted to him. Why
not just see where it leads?" I said,
vaguely reasonably.

She stared at me. "Are you crazy? I"m Yoda's padawan!
You think he isn't going to
realize that? You think he isn't going to take one
look at me and know what I've
*done*?"

"He's drunk, Tam. However, you've got a point. You've
taken in way more strong
emotion than your Jedi training has left you able to
handle, and you're leaking all over
the place. Here..." I leaned forward, summoning the
power of the Sith, and wrapped a
mantle of dark Force around her. Then, I laid my
finger on her forehead before she
could protest, and quickly drew a Sith glyph.

"What....what did you do?" She looked around
questioningly, testing the barrier around
her with the Force, and almost subconsciously tasting
the dark energy.

"It's a Sith shield. It walls up your feelings and
thoughts from any intrusion- and don't
worry, the shield barrier can't be easily sensed. Just
avoid spending any time with any
of the Jedi tonight, go right to your room, and get
some rest. It'll dissipate during the
night."

She glanced at me warily. "Why should I believe you?
Why would you want to help me,
anyway? You hate the Jedi *and* you hate Darth Vader."

I sighed. "Yeah, well, I hate a lot of things. Look, I
think if you feel called to explore your
Dark Side, you should do it. Frankly, I think it's
even possible that you might instinctively
be both dark *and* light- I know that sounds weird,
but it makes sense that it could
happen. Besides, you really helped me earlier. I don't
know if you're right or Vader's
right about Maul and Kun, but I do know this much- I'm
meant to be Sith. I feel right as
Sith. You helped me realize that, so I owe you. Now-
grab a taxi and go get some
sleep!" I said encouragingly, handing her off to
Diebin to find a cab.


===


From: Per'agana

The premiere of "Ally McBeal" inspired this little
piece. Ziggy and I finally get what we deserve and
have been waiting for! Anyway, I'm a huge "Ally" fan,
and Vonda Shepard's singing is my favorite part of the
show, how she always sings something that goes
perfectly with Ally's mood--- I figured I had to
"borrow" her for this.
************************
Sighing, I made my way back into the ballroom.
By now, everyone had left, and the
place was a wreck. That, and it carried that lonely,
depressing feeling that always came
from viewing the site of a party after everyone had
left and carried their cheery energy
away with them.

I looked around again. I'd been wrong- not everyone
was gone. Ziggy was in one
corner of the room, trying to pick up.

I walked over to her. "Zigs, what are you doing? Let
the droids take care of that! That's
what they're there for- you've worked too hard as it
is. Get some rest- we can handle
the clean-up in the morning."

Ziggy still kept her back to me, and I saw her
shoulders shake. "Ziggy? Why are you
crying? What's wrong?" I put a concerned hand on her
shoulder.

She turned to face me, quickly trying to wipe at her
tear-stained face. "Oh, It's nothing.
I'm fine. Really. Go on upstairs if you want." She
tried to sound brave, but her voice
shook.

"Ziggy, I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what
happened." I'm not good at the
concerned thing, but perhaps the punch was getting to
*me*. That, and I cared about
Ziggy. She's been a good boss and a good friend.

She sighed. "Well, my ex showed up and told me that
the Dynamic Duo really don't
care about me at all, I'm just *convenient*!"

My eyes widened. "Oh, my Gods. Vader said the same
damn thing to me about Maul!"

She shook her head. "You too? What is it with
relationships? Not only did that happen,
but it finally came out that I love Luke, only to find
out that he's in love with Chrysta!"

I was still trying to catch up. "You love Luke?", I
said, dumbfounded.

"Well, I don't know what I think about anybody, since
it all turns to crap anyway. I can't
believe I fell for it with those two!"

It was my turn to shake my head. "I can't believe
Qui-Gon and Kenobi feel that way,
Ziggy, it always seemed like they really cared about
you!"

She stared at me for a moment. "Yeah, and it always
seemed like Maul cared for you.
Guess we're both lousy at reading people." She sighed,
and turned away. "I think I need
to clean things up, I don't want to go back to my room
right now."

"Yeah, I know how you feel. Okay if I pitch in? I
don't really want to be alone right now."

She nodded, and we both started attacking the mess.
I'd just began to stack dishes
when we both heard a knock at the door. Startled, I
turned and stared at the attractive,
blond woman standing in the doorway.

"Hi!" she said. "Oh, no....I guess I'm too late. I was
supposed to come on after Sy's
band, but that damn Coruscant traffic- that, and
they've got the driveway all blocked up
because of some accident with a Wookiee senator's
landcar?"

Ziggy blushed at the mention of the dent in the
senator's landcar, and I simply stared,
finally recognizing the woman. "Ommigods! Vonda
Shepard?!?"

She smiled, and walked over to the piano. "Hey, since
I finally made it here, do you
mind if I just play for you two?"

She touched her fingers to the keyboard, and a very
familiar song came out, the first
strains of one of my favorites, "The Wildest Times of
the World."

"I have fallen, I have stood up, I've had the patience
of a tree/
You have trembled, you have stayed still, you have
tumbled like a weed"

I smiled and went back to stacking dishes, singing
along in my mind. Suddenly, I heard
a door slide open. I turned, watching Qui-Gon walk
over to Ziggy.

"Ziggy, will you dance with me?" Qui-Gon asked her
quietly.

Ziggy glared, her face welling with tears. "How could
you *use* me?"

"I never used you. Why did you listen to that...fairy?
Ziggy...." He stepped back, his
eyes pleading. "Selah, I have never anything but cared
for you....I love you!" I watched
him take her hand and lead her out to the dance floor.
Her eyes were moist, and they
seemed to be talking with the Force. She leaned
against him, and swayed with the
music.

"All the mountains, all the deserts, go for miles and
miles around/
we have driven for years now, baby, just to get back
to a place/
we had already found

now you're driving me downtown baby on a rainy night/
You're driving me crazy, baby, is this really life?"

I wiped my eyes. I was thrilled for her. I knew Qui
would come through, and I knew Obi-
Wan was waiting just outside the doors to profess his
love to Ziggy, too. I knew she'd
been lied to, that the two Jedi had always been true
to her. I only wished I knew the
same thing about Maul. I sighed, listening to Vonda
sing the chorus.

"In the wildest times of the world/
Oh, I never thought I would be here with you tonight"

I suddenly stiffened, feeling a presence behind me. I
sucked in my breath and slowly
turned.

"In the wildest times of the world/
Let's stay together in this lonely and crazy life"'

Maul calmly looked at me, then reached up and took my
hand into his. "I believe this is
the last dance...will you?"

Astonished, I let Maul lead me onto the dance floor.
"I didn't know you could dance!", I
said in amazement. He was as graceful on the dance
floor as he had always been in
combat.

"There are many things you don't know about me", he
said seriously. "But I cannot
believe you are unaware of my feelings for you."

"I was mistaken our love was forsaken, worst mistake I
ever made/
were you lonely, were you brave now?/
I guess the two are one and the same"

My eyes misted. I never expected this from Maul, who
had always been so feral, so
stoic... "But what about what Vader...."

"Forget Vader", he growled. "Vader is angry that we
have you as an apprentice, and
even more so that he cannot inform my Master of
my.....transgression. Exar Kun forced
Vader's hand- he has been disloyal to Sidious in his
own way as well. Kun made sure
that he agreed to be silent about you, and Vader is
furious about it."

"Now I'm singing here with my sweet, sweet darling in
my eye/
Ain't it funny how you're walking through life and it
turns on a dime?/
I was missing you crazy, baby, are you really mine?"

I was stunned. "So you....I mean, you really...." I
broke off, unable to finish.

"Yes...what is the Sith word Kun calls you? Per'agana?
Yes, Per'agana, my apprentice,
my *true* apprentice. Your Jedi friend Tam was right
about me, I cannot and will not
pretend with you. Not ever." he said with finality,
tilting my face toward his and covering
my mouth with his as we swayed to the music.

"In the wildest times of the world/
Oh, I never thought I would be here with you tonight/
In the wildest times of the world/
Let's stay together in this lonely and crazy life"'

As Maul's lips left mine, I looked over to see Ziggy
and Qui-Gon leaving. I looked up at
Maul, and he smiled, his gloved hand guiding me off
the dance floor.

I turned back and mouthed "Thank you" toward Vonda.
She smiled, singing the "hey
hey heys" that ended the song. I leaned into Maul,
letting him steer me out the door and
up to his room.

*****tbc*****


===



From: spacefan@cybergal.com

I guess I'll wrap up my story thus far....but you never know it might end up on its own as a fan fic continuation...



You look on with curiousity as Siduri and the Sith known as Ulic give you a wry smile and depart from the scene.

The Coruscant security force dragged away what was left of the potential burglars. Qui-Gon Djinn sheathed his lightsaber back in his belt and sautered towards you. His grey streaked ginger-colored hair bellows in the breeze framing his stern features.



"Little one, have you been hurt?" He asks caressing your face.

Still feeling a bit shaky. "I'm fine you acknowledge."

"I thought you were going back to your hotel?" He asks wrapping his arm around your shoulders snuggling you against the cool breeze.

"I was-- but a funny thing happened on my way to the door." You chuckle looking up at your tall knight.

"Well, all that matters is that you are safe." He leans forward and kisses you tenderly.

You connection with him from your coupling earlier with him was still strong. You could feel that he was holding something back. The burden weighed upon him like a republic transport.

"Love, is there something you need to talk about?" You ask....

"Yes there is. But first we will have dinner and then we shall forget." Qui-Gon Djinn continued walking again and looking forward. His steps were small in line with yours.

"Forget what?" You ask nonchalantly.

A pained expression crosses his face. He doesn't speak but accompanies you out to the front and hails a transport.


--My-Gin-Gone


===


From: "Crysta Novelli"
Subject: [Sith_Chicks] R-a-J RR: More Practice

My second attempt at smut... Forgive me, this is harder than it looks.

::hits 'send' before she chickens out::

***********************************************

"STOP!!" I squealed. "LUKE, NO, PLEASE STOP!!! AAAAHHHHH!!!!!" I tried
desperately to curl myself up in the fetal position, but he wouldn't let me.
The man had found my ultimate weakness - I was ticklish. Not everywhere,
mind you, but in the most vulnerable spot - my sides, just along my stomach.
I was in complete agony, and he wouldn't let up, no matter how much I
begged or shrieked. I rolled over to get away, and he reached out from
behind me to attack. I writhed so hard the sheets on the bed became a
disaster area, but still he wouldn't let up.

Only when the tears slipped down my cheeks and a sob escaped did he realize
that he'd pushed too far. Immediately he drew back, afraid that he'd hurt
me. He hadn't; he'd just found the one thing I couldn't sustain for long.
If anyone ever wanted to torture me, the best way to do it would be by
tickling me.

Once the torment had stopped, I rolled back over to face him. I smiled
through the tears, but I knew my face looked pitiful. I opened myself to
him to show him exactly how I felt, because words just couldn't explain it.
Once he realized that he hadn't hurt me, he reached out gently wiped the
tears from my cheeks with his thumb.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

I shook my head. "It's all right," I assured him quietly. "You didn't know
I react that violently."

"Can I make it up to you?" he asked me softly.

"You better!" I grinned, and rolled over on top of him, straddling him. My
dress was currently in a heap on the floor. That was how he'd found out I
was ticklish - he'd brushed my sides when removing it. He, however, was
still fully dressed, and I intended on changing that fact.

He tried to sit up, and I let him, only because I had already unbuttoned his
shirt and needed to slide it off his arms. He pulled me close, pressing my
bare chest to his and kissing me fiercely. Our tongues dueled, and I
reached down to free his straining member from the confines of his trousers.
As my hand closed around him, he groaned into my mouth. He was so hard,
and yet so soft... I stroaked the length of his shaft, and he bucked
beneath me, leaning back against the pillows. I released him to slide my
hands along his hips, and climbed off him so that I could slide his pants
and boxers off. I was thankful he'd removed his shoes before working on
shielding exercises with me earlier. Throwing the pants to the floor, I
spread his legs and climbed between them, concentrated my efforts lower this
time. I lowered my head, kissing his inner thighs, twirling my tongue in
circles like he had done to me earlier. My hair brushed against his erect
penis and he inhaled sharply. I reached out and grasped his shaft once
again, only this time I ran my tongue up its length, from base to tip. As
his hips bucked again, I flicked my tongue over the tip, tasting him. He
cried out my name, and I swirled my tongue over his head before taking part
of his length into my mouth. He bucked again, pushing almost his entire
length down my throat. I resisted the urge to gag, and he pulled away from
me, sensing my sudden discomfort.

"I'm sorry," he managed, gasping.

//Relax,// I told him. //It's all right...// Again I took him in my mouth,
sucking gently, then harder, moving my tongue around him and over him, until
he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me away.

There was so much passion in his eyes it completely took my breath away. I
felt a sudden burst of wetness between my legs, and he pulled me up to him,
rolling over on top of me, kissing me hungrily.

Suddenly there was a flurry of movement in the doorway, and we heard the
door slam closed. A muffled voice called something out through the door
about being sorry and sending people home and we realized that it must have
been Ziggy.

Luke buried his face in my shoulder. "Damn!" he cursed softly. "Seeing us
like this isn't going to do a whole lot to improve her mood."

I shook my head gently. No, it sure wasn't. And I knew she was more
embarassed than we were. Gods, I so despeartely wanted to be her friend,
but screwing around with the man she was in love with sure wasn't the best
way to go about winning her friendship...

Raising his head, Luke turned and motioned towards the door, and with a
swift click the lock slid into place.

"Well, that ought to take care of any more interruptions," he whispered, the
passion once again returning to his eyes. Apparently we were going to worry
about Ziggy later, because his assets were firming up nicely again. He
smiled, and murmered, "I'm sure she wasn't intending to spoil our fun.
We'll talk to her later..."

He returned his attentions to my mouth, inserting his tongue in deep and
doing a very good job of removing the air from my lungs. I could sense the
lust overflowing from him through the Force, and I gave into his
ministrations. He moved his attentions to my breasts, nipping and sucking
my erect nipples until I squirmed under him. My panties were soaked by now,
and I wanted them off.

It crossed my mind briefly that my shields were completely down, and that
every Force sensitive in the complex was probably aware of what we were
doing, but I didn't care. They were all still drunk anyway, so maybe they
wouldn't notice all that much...

And then he moved down even farther, spreading my legs, and pressing his
lips to the saturated fabric. He teased me through it with his tongue, and
I cried out. Sliding his fingers under the edge of them, he pulled them
swiftly down and off, then returned his mouth to my aching mound. His
tongue snaked out to taste me, and tease me, and I bucked against him. He
clamped his lips down and ran his tongue over my opening, before plunging it
deep inside of me. I screamed, and he knew that I was reaching the edge. I
was shaking from the stimulation, and he reached his thumb up to flick my
clit, sending me over into the abyss. Convulsions rocked my body, and he
lapped up the juices pouring out of me.

As the waves of passion subsided, Luke brought his face up to mine, kissing
my lips again. He smelled and tasted like me, and I wanted him in me so
badly. He still hadn't been satiated yet.

I spread my legs wide, and his weeping hardness pressed against me. This
time he slid in easily, filling me completely on the first thrust. I
moaned, and he remained there for a moment, each of us reveling in the feel
of us locked together in such an incredible way. Then he began to move,
pulling himself almost all the way out, and sliding back in to the hilt.
Over and over again, faster and faster, until we both reached the breaking
point. One last thrust, and he came, crying out my name and filling me with
his seed. The power of his emotions, and the feel of him releasing
triggered my own release, and I cried out his name a split second later. We
rode the waves together, drenched in sweat and gasping for air. He
collapsed to my chest and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tightly.
He rolled us over so that he was on his back and my head rested on his
shoulder, his softened member slipping out of me. Neither one of us spoke
this time, because through the Force we knew exactly how how each of us
felt. He knew I was smiling as I drifted off to sleep, wrapped securely in
his strong embrace.



===



From: JediPatricia
Subject: [Sith_Chicks] RaJ RR: Goodbyes


I only had to look at him to know something was wrong. Qui-Gon raised his head
and I felt his heartbeat change against my skin. Still in his arms, I asked
worriedly, "Is there something wrong?"

Qui-Gon looked down at me with a gentle smile, but the alarm was still there.
"I felt a presence... someone I haven't seen in a long time. It's..." he
trailed off, exhaling slowly, pulling me close to him. "I must go."

"Duty calls?" I smiled, a little sad but still floating from our lovemaking.

"Sort of." His expression was unreadable. "Patricia, you should go home now.
It's late and you're tired. I... I don't mean to throw you our or anything,
but... It's for your own good."

I usually hated that phrase, but it somehow sounded differrnt coming form
Qui-Gon. He needn't say more. "It's serious, isn't it? It's okay, I'm
half-dead anyway. I'll sleep for days after this."

"If you ever need a wake-up service... just call Rant-a-Jedi" he grinned.

I punched him lightly in the arm and got up. "Yeah, sure."

Qui-Gon called for a cab and I dressed as he watched me silently. Then he
walked me to a back door where the driver was already waiting. Qui-Gon laid
his hands on my shoulders so that I faced him and then gently touched my
cheek. I tilted my head, giving in to his touch.

It wasn't so much desire as it was protection, and I reveled in it. Deep down
inside, I just wanted him to hold me close so that no harm would ever come to
me. I didn't care about the others. I'd be absurdly possessive if I did. I had
no right to want all of him. I imagined all the others women that needed him
too, in their own way. And hey, the guy was so big there must be enough of him
to please every girl...

"There's a special place in my heart for you," he said quietly.

"I know. And I know you love Ziggy. I understand. This is all I want..."

He kissed me, slowly and sweetly. The cab driver honked. Qui-Gon smiled, still
holding me, his beard against my forehead. "Love is like the Force. It is
impossible to measure or contain it, or even to fully understand it. It's in
every living creature. It's in you. In me." I looked into his eyes and saw
such tenderness it made my heart ache. Nothing else needed to be said between
us.

He walked me to the car and I waved him goodbye until the cab turned the
street corner. Only then I turned to the cabbie and discovered it was the same
multi-tentacled creature that had driven me to the Gala. The failed Podracer.
/Oh no,/ was all that crossed my mind as he plunged the cab in another
vertical plunge...

The End, from Patricia's point of view



===



From: "Carmen Nichole"
Subject: [Sith_Chicks] RaJ: Carmen says goodbye

OK, I never really finished anything, but I thought I should leave. ;) Ziggy
probably doesn't want me there distracting anyone. I hope you don't mind
that I borrowed Jareth. You don't want to know my relationship with him. I
haven't written about it yet so I have no background in writing, just in my
imagination as a child and now.


*********************************************************************
I looked around. "I had fun tonight." I thought. For the first time in
months. I saw Ziggy go on the balcony. I wondered why she looked so
flustered. Then a woman in a dark gown locked Luke out there. I smiled.
Luke, I was happy he found love with Crysta. At least I got my fling in with
him.

I wandered around somemore. I was looking for Katey. She seems to get lost a
lot. I found her watching Yoda trying to fix the Karoake machine. She looked
amused.

"Katey, you look drunk. Did you drink any of the punch?"

"Yep, only about twelve glasses."

"OK, continue doing whatever." I smiled. "This always happens."

Crysta walked to the balcony doors. She opened them, pushing Obi-one out of
the way. I was curious about what was happening, but I stayed where I was.
Ziggy came off of the balcony and a few minutes later I saw Crysta and Luke
come off.

"I need some air."
I walked to the balcony and looked off it. "God it's beautiful."
"Yes, it is." A figure I had wanted to forget appeared on the balcony.
"Jareth. I thought I heard you flap in. Why are you here?"
"Just visiting my ex."
"What?!? Who?"
"Ziggy."
"Really? I guess she made a mistake. Did she send you away as my sister
did?"
"Well, we were married."
"Go away Jareth. I'm already sick of you. I don't know how I spent a
childhood with you. It seemed such a fun time then, but now I realized it
was really a waste of my time. I'm glad I chose to come back here."
"Yes, now you spend your time obsessing over those Jedi. Just like Ziggy you
wanted that Farmboy."
"So? I had him, now I can live my life without wondering what he is like."
"I'll leave, but if you ever want to come back..."
"Never.."
With that he changed back into the owl and flew away. As I made my way back
inside, the karoake machine and someone flew past and I heard a crash.
"Man, it is not that Karoake machine's night." I laughed as I walked up to
Katey.
"Let's go." I said.
"You just missed the funniest thing. I didn't know they made boxers that
small."
"What are you talking about?"
"I'll tell you later."
As we walked out, we passed a very dismayed Ziggy.
"I had fun tonight Ziggy, so has Katey. Thanks for the great party. Invite
me again sometime. I'll actually mingle more."
"Goodnight."
I turned to leave and felt emotions that were very strong. Crysta, I
realized. I sent a message to them. "Good Luck, you are good for each
other." I smiled, Katey swayed towards me, "What is it?" "I'll tell you
later."

We walked out and drove away into the night.


===


From: Siduri Archanes


((*growls* My email just ate the one had been writing for the past half hour.
The events seen here take place from Gabrielle's first email up to and beyond
Gabrielle and her Qui-Gon clone leaving the party, though they are from
Siduri's point of view.))

((Warning: Language and Smut. If this offends you, stop right here.))



*The night had progressed and numerous things had occurred at the party,
including the exposure of Jedi flesh by Windu and the antics of a drunken Yoda
in boxer shorts that Siduri had not the desire to have witnessed. Indeed,
things seem to have gotten quite out of control, culminating with that silly
girl Gabrielle from her own homeworld of Praesitalyn cavorting with a Jedi and
Ulic's playing with her mind by drawing a Sith illusion so that he took the
form of the very same Jedi.*

*Siduri then realized that the leash at her wrists was no longer solid, that
it, too had been an illusion. She gritted her teeth and let her anger possess
her. Playing with the girl was one matter, as she was weak and foolish for
playing into the Jedi's hands as she had, but Ulic would learn that Siduri
Archanes was a force to be reckoned with.*

*Her dark eyes flashed as she channelled her anger. Digging her nails into her
palms, she reached out with her darkness to Ulic's mind and silently conveyed
her thoughts to him* MS((mindspeak))~ Toying with the girl is one thing, but
I refuse to be made a fool of, Qel-Droma! *she hissed within his mind*

*Ulic smirked, it being the only outward indication of his hearing of Siduri's
words. In return, his own cold and foreboding presence intruded upon Siduri's
minds with his reply* MS~ What is the matter, woman? Does this form not
please you as it does your kinswoman?

*Siduri wrapped herself within her rage as if it were a blanket, her eyes
becoming darker, as if they were as hard as obsidian as the darkness filled
her.* MS~ Drop the illusion now!

*To add further insult to her, Ulic then chose this moment to flirt with
Gabrielle, driving the stake of humiliation further within her. And yet,
Siduri knew that he was only doing this to test her, to taunt her until the
point where she could only release all the anger within her body until it
consumed her*

*Could he not see that Siduri would not touch him when he wore the face of a
disgusting, scruffy-looking JEDI? Why was he hiding the glorious Sith rune in
the midst of his forehead that the spirits of the Dark Lords had bestowed upon
him? And thefore, Siduri waited for the right moment when the disobedient
Gabrielle and her filthy Jedi lover were taking their leave. Siduri would
deal with Gabrielle later; she would have her revenge and decimate Gabrielle's
House just as her own House of Dennon was virtually destroyed by the Falleen
in years past. She was Siduri Archanes, Ensi of Praesitalyn and mother of the
heir to the planet and its subsidiary moons. She would not be made a mockery
of and Gabrielle would suffer the fate of her enemies, driving her sword into
all that the girl held dear.*

*When the two were gone, it was time for Siduri to see what madness had taken
its hold upon Ulic, who was still in his Qui-Gon guise. Quickly, she sprang
upon him, her fist grabbing his chin and with the use of the force,
((telekinetic punch)) slammed him against the wall, demanding, out loud* Drop
the illusion now, Qel-Droma, else I shall take your manhood with me as a
souvenier of the night's festivities and leave the rest of you here for the
drunken Jedi to trip over!

*Ulic began to laugh, finding the situation to be rather funny as he slowly
dispelled the illusion, his own head of short, dark brown wavy locks, deep
brown eyes, and Sith rune becoming visible yet again. He lifts his hand up
Siduri's sheer jade green dress and slips his pinky finger through the silver
ring in her clitoris that he has just discovered.* You are beautiful when you
are angry. Do continue.*He smirks, pulling upon the ring.*

*Siduri's brown eyes widen, feeling herself begin to become wetter in the
realms below, as she focuses on his darkly handsome form. Indeed, Aleema did
not know what she had with this man.* Fuck you, Qel-Droma! *She mutters,
squeezing her hand at his jawline yet even tighter.*

Ahh, but that is what you want, isn't it, my pet? *He smirks, suddenly
jerking and ripping the ring in her clitoris with his finger* Perhaps I do
need to leash you so that your hormones don't get the better of you?

*Pride causes her from submitting to the carnal pleasures he speaks of, as she
intends to show him that her body is equally made for fighting as it is for
fucking. She digs her teeth into her tongue, drawing blood in order to
repress the feelings of desire wrecking havoc through her body. She is a
warrior, the leader of armies, and yet, she must utilize her powers to keep
her body in check, to ward off orgasm in order to prove she is not weak.* I
will have no more illusions- *she begins, tasting the saltiness of the blood
upon her tongue as she speaks.*

*Ulic keeps one hand underneath her dress, the other, he raises, pressing his
index finger to her lips* Did I say anything of them? You presume too much,
Siduri. *He then easily rips her hand from his chin in one swift motion and
grasps her neck tightly* My power is far stronger than yours, woman! I can
easily kill you but that would be hardly any fun at all. *His eyes pierce into
hers as his hand underneath the gown releases its hold upon her clit ring and
he slams his entire hand within her, his fingers clenched in a fist, as her
walls are pulled asunder, readily containing him as her whorish ways have kept
her openings wide*

*Siduri tilts her head of flame colored tresses back and moans deeply, as she
adores being treated roughly. Indeed, Ulic certainly seemed worthy of her as
he had over 3000 years of experience in torture.*

*Guests began leaving and the party beginning to break up as the two were
given occasional stares. Those foolish enough to have done so were met with a
glare from Ulic and the word* BEGONE! *echoing throughout their minds. He
continued to pound his hand into her, driving it in so far as his wrist and
opening his fist, splaying his fingers against her from within.* Moan
louder!

But there are Jedi- *she starts, her voice trembling as she feels herself
falling victim to his stimulation*

Fuck the Jedi! You are Sith and I am your Master! Now, moan, woman, or shall
I rip render you inable to bear more children! *He shoves her neck aside,
using the hand that had been at her throat to tear her dress off of her body
and into many little pieces. His eyes slowly move over her form, from the
rings in her nipples to the chain wound across her waist held in place at her
navel, to the dabs of ink that are visible from his point of view, coming from
the tattoo of the ivy and roses intertwined across her shoulder blades and
neck*

*She squeezes her eyes shut, allowing herself to smile as he uses a similar
taunt on her as she had on him before. She notices not the chill in the air as
she is stripped, as her own body heat has sky-rocketed. Siduri pants wildly,
purring and moaning as if he had touched her mind with the darkness and
unleashed her animalistic side. She reaches her climax, almost resulting in a
Force scream ((uncontrollable and quite deadly use of the Force)) as her
liquids spurt from her. Slowly he removes his hand from her, it dripping with
her fluid and licks each finger.*

*Siduri's body is incredibly weakened and slumps from its position onto the
floor. It is quite rare that a single man has brought that kind of reaction
upon her. Ulic stands over her naked form and stares for a moment before
pulling a small dagger from the depths of his cloak. He kneels before her and
Siduri, still reeling from orgasm, can barely gather her thoughts to defend
herself with Lesser Force Shield ((I think that would deter his actions,
Per'agana correct me if I am wrong.))*

Hush! You are mine, Siduri. *he commands as he digs the blade into her flesh,
carving out a Sith Control Rune, placing her forever in his power, activated
only by him.*

*The pain does not concern her, but the ramifications of the Control Rune
cause he to raise her voice, reacting violently against him, as she has had
one once before and hardly finds them to be of an erotic nature* You bastard!


*But it is too late, the Rune is set and Ulic speaks the words of activation
((I have them somewhere but this is already too long)), causing it to glow on
her upper left breast, where he has placed it, as it would not be outwardly
visible.* These are strange times, my Warrior. *he says with a smirk, watching
his handiwork.* Sith are chasing Jedi and Jedi chasing Sith. You are far too
wonderous a treasure to lose to the Light.

*Siduri tries to break free of his grasp* But you were the one flirting with
Gabrielle the fucking Jedi lover! I would not let a filthy Lightsider touch my
body! *She rants*

*With no more further discussion, Ulic lifts Siduri up and throws her over his
shoulder, not bothering to clothe her, as he carries her out of the Rent a
Jedi Complex, shuffling through her mind to learn where she has left her
yacht*


~Finis~


===


From: "Selah Specht"
Sorry this has taken so long...my inspiration is finally returning...I'll finish this when I can, either tomorrow or Wednesday, but I thought you might like a little something to tide you over until then...


***********************************************

I let a contented sigh escape my lips as I leaned into Qui-Gon, moving gently to the music.

*Why didn't you ever say anything about him?* he asked carefully and I shrugged.

*I don't know...I thought you'd freak if you ever knew...Saying my ex is Jareth the goblin king is not something I just blurt out...We're still close, but not the way he'd like to be...I can't believe I let him string me along like that!*

*You didn't know...and you're overworked...too much stress,* he chided mentally, lightly brushing a strand of hair from my face.

*It was just emotional overload,* I agreed. He paused and I looked up into his eyes...such an intense blue...but with a tinge of apprehension...

*About Luke...if you really want to break it off to-*

*No! No...Didn't you ever think why I never saw it through?* I asked him, somehow managing to keep my gaze on his. *Two persuasive Jedi came along and totally distracted me,* I teased, letting a small smile appear on my face that was echoed by one of his own. Slowly his palm came up and drifted over my cheek, his thumb lightly wiping away any traces of tears. Without a word he pulled back and tugging on my hand, slowly led me out of the room.

I nearly had a heart attack as we reached the hall and a pair of arms grabbed me round the waist in seconds. I managed to calm down, though, as Obi's presence washed over me, comforting and reassuring.

"There you are...I was beginning to think you were going to be responsible all night..." he chuckled in my ear and I shivered at his warm breath. Abruptly he turned me around and his gorgeous eyes seemed to bore right into my soul. He tsked as he saw the evidence of my earlier mood and gently raked a thumb across my cheek.

"I want you to forget what that big-haired, egotistical, moron said to you...it's not true..." he said sternly, his mind embracing mine like a firm hand. "Qui-Gon and I both care about you, dearly..." he added, his expression softening and I felt my cheeks begin to burn.

*I believe you,* I replied mentally, not trusting my voice and a slow grin began to creep across his features.

"Aw...look, Master, she's blushing..." he purred as I averted my gaze. "And I bet I know how we could make her blush even more..." he added and I knew I was positively red from just hearing his voice. I shivered as Obi swiftly brushed my nose with his, and let his tongue dart out to lick once at my lips before tugging me away from the wall.

"Whoa! Aren't you guys tired from tonight?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I found myself being led towards the stairs. I paled as Qui turned abruptly and brought his face centimeters from my own so that I was backed into Obi. He trapped my eyes with his for a few moments, started to lean in further, and stopped.

"No," he whispered, before pulling away again, a sly grin on his face.

"Evil man! Well, maybe I'm exhausted!" I shot back, rolling my eyes.

"You seemed to be quite unwilling to turn in a few moments ago..." Obi-Wan purred in my ear before clasping my earlobe between his lips and sucking. My breath left my mouth in a hiss and I suddenly found it impossible to think.

"Yes...and I would think you'd want to find out our true feelings for you..." Qui-Gon added before turning his attention to the exposed skin of my neck. My eyes flickered shut as Obi moved his mouth to the other side of my neck, letting his tongue run against the column of my throat.

"Upstairs...now..." I managed, then paused, my eyes shooting open. "Just a sec..." I added, grinning slyly as I made my way to the desk. "I want to take this moment to feel even better..." I added, reaching into a drawer and pulling out a crystal I kept around for extreme emergencies. "I wish Jareth could see me for the next few seconds..." I said, letting the crystal float into the air. Without further adieu I pulled first Qui, then Obi into a searing kiss before turning to the orb, sticking out my tongue, and waving my hand, signalling the recording to end. In a flash, the sphere was gone.

"That'll teach him to lie to me!" I cackled.

"Hmm...so you have a wicked streak in you...I think I like you this way..." Obi chuckled, and the next thing I knew I was being pulled up the stairs...

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We reached my room a few moments later and I shivered as Qui-Gon gently tugged me inside and pulled me close while waiting for his padawan to lock the door.

"You need to relax..." he murmured in my ear before showering light kisses over my jaw, his hands clasping lightly around my waist. I sighed with contentment and turned, letting my lips find his. I frowned as he pulled away after a moment, and turned at the gentle tug on my arm. Obi was behind me and he smiled, then nodded to the bed.

"Sit..." It wasn't so much a command or a request as a promise, the unspoken future lingering in the air. After blinking at his strange request I nodded and allowed him to take me by the hand and sit me on the bed before arranging himself behind me. Almost instantly I felt the hair clips in my tresses give way and moaned softly as Obi's fingers delicately buried themselves in my hair and wound soft brown locks between themselves. I could feel the glow of his smile in my mind and sighed as he picked up a brush from a nightstand and gently ran it over my hair, following it with his fingers in a light caress.

I closed my eyes in bliss and resisted the urge not to lean my head back too far, lest the wonderful treatment stop. My scalp tingled as his fingers worked their way down my hair after the brush, the brush itself pulling slightly damp tresses away from my face to smooth them back. Quietly, he set the brush down and let one hand conform to the side of my head, pressing long fingers into the soft heat that radiated from my scalp, the pads circling slightly against my skin. I breathed deeply, contentedly, and suddenly shivered as his other hand drew the curtain of hair he had brushed away from my neck so that his mouth could gain easy access. This time I allowed my head to lean back, to conform against his shoulder to give him room to explore...

I settled back into the rhythm of Obi's tongue as Qui-Gon deftly removed my shoes and lightly rubbed my feet with expert hands. His eyes connected with mine as I opened them and I could only watch their blue depths as he raised a hand to my calf, squeezing gently before letting the flat of his palm slide down my leg to my ankle. An unintelligble murmur escaped my lips as Obi moved to my exposed shoulder, pushing the band of fabric that made up the strap out of his way with his nose before sucking gently.

My body stiffened in slight shock as a wet presence ran across the bottom of my foot and my head shot up to look at Qui-Gon, who was looking very pleased with himself. He regarded me with sparkling eyes that made sure he had my attention, before his tongue snaked out again, flitting over my toes before he moved to my inner ankle. I groaned as I watched him trace the nob of the joint with the tip of his tonge, then back away to blow on it, the rush of air against the wet fabric of my pantyhose bursting at least one synapse. I was truly hypnotized as he languidly licked higher, lapping at my calf before nibbling around my knee, his hands working the skirt of my dress up ever higher as he proceeded in his treatment. Obi, for his part, had taken the opportunity to remove the million pins that held the dress in place and had resumed letting his tongue take a guided tour of my throat, the combined treatments sending me pressing back into the padawan's body.


I glanced down at Qui-Gon, mesmerized as he rested his chin on my knee, gazing up at me silently. *How could you doubt us, love?*

I sighed and shrugged, then glanced away. *I don't know...I...*

*If you really want to know how we feel then you're going to have to reach out with the Force...*

*But the council said that it could be dangerous if someone who wasn't trained-*

*Screw the council!* That remark could only come from Obi-Wan, I realized, smiling slightly.

*No thanks...I'd much rather screw a couple of Jedi that I absolutely adore...* I purred back, then grinned at the reactions that got. Sighing, I braced myself for what I might be getting myself into, and lowered my shields, meekly reaching out with my mental senses to whatever waited there for me. I gasped as I found only tender and loving presences reaching out for me in return...I was so involved in keeping up with the new emotional experience I almost missed Qui-Gon handing the bunched skirt up to Obi-Wan who undid the fastenings of the bodice and slid it over my head easily.

I glanced over as Obi tossed the gown aside, folding it over a chair with the Force before returning his attentions to me. Qui-Gon was staring unabashedly, his eyes taking careful inventory of the long, clingy black slip I was wearing. Silently, he parted my legs and began to slide the sheer material higher...he paused as he reached my thigh and I stifled a gasp as his hair brushed the inside of my leg. In response he merely strengthened his hold on me with the Force and softly lay his cheek against my inner thigh, gliding his beard back and forth over sensitive skin. I moaned and leaned my head back into Obi, who gave a deep chuckle before tracing my ear with his tongue. Qui-Gon looked so beautiful with his eyes closed, his face lightly brushing against my leg, like a cat marking its territory.

*Oh, Qui-Gon...* I gasped in my mind.

*Yes, love?* he replied, his own voice laced with passion.

*I...I don't deserve this-*

*Stop that right now, love...you do...you deserve this and will have it...* he replied, his eyes flickering open. My soul seemed to plummet and my heart seemed to thaw as he looked at me, as I finally began to understand. Silently, I moved my leg against him and he quietly rumbled his contentment before moving against me once more.

I began to squirm and writhe as Qui-Gon grabbed my hips and pulled my lower half closer, letting his cheek run up my thigh until he was centimeters away from my mound. All I could do was barely whimper as I looked down at his hooded eyes.

Slowly, Obi reached down and took the ends of the slip from his master and began to work them up my body, an inch at a time, his fingertips leaving fire on my skin where they barely touched me. When the material was being pulled up over my head, obstructing my vision, I jumped as the spiky, ticklish sensation of Qui-gon's beard running over and over my mound flew through my body. I couldn't help but moan, and gasped as the sight joined the sensations when my vision cleared. The master growled in the back of his throat and slowly moved up my pelvis to plant gentle kisses on my stomach, his tongue sneaking into my navel with admirable stealth.

Obi's hands crept round my waist and slowly raised up, till they reached my chest. Slowly, those deft fingers traced the cups of my bra and up the straps, then back down, between my breasts, to the clasp. With a flick of his hands he released me, and I moaned as he slid it off, his tongue skimming over my skin where the bra straps had been. I caught my breath as Qui-Gon slowly began to pull the pantyhose off, letting his tongue travel back down my other leg as the fabric was peeled away. I whimpered and leaned back into Obi-Wan who turned my head to press his lips to mine, his tongue finding mine immediately.

I sighed against his mouth and leaned against him, letting one hand lazily stray up to run through his spiky hair...I smiled slightly at its softness and let my palm run over his cheek and to his jaw. He leaned into the caress and without a second thought I reclaimed my lips and moved them to his neck, eliciting a soft moan from the padawan. I grinned and playfully licked down his neck before moving to his chest and taking a nipple between my lips. His groans grew louder and I relished his pleasure flowing through the Force.

The hand on my back brought me back to reality...it was then that it hit me that I had been able to turn around to Obi-Wan and that my pantyhose were now on the floor. Glancing behind me I felt my eyes go wide upon seeing Qui-Gon sitting behind me on the bed, watching with a serene expression, and already undressed. Entranced, I turned back to face him and silently held out a hand to barely trace the line of his jaw with my fingertips. He caught my hand in his and moved it to his lips where he sucked on each fingertip before pulling me closer, into a deep, soul-nourishing kiss. As his tongue worked over my lips and into my mouth his hands slid down to my waist where they worked to divest me of my last remaining piece of clothing. I let him guide me out of it and let my hands run down his chest as he pulled away.
I smiled softly as Obi wrapped his arms round my waist and pulled me back into his now-bare chest before letting his palms rise up to cup my breasts.

My sudden moan was muffled by the master's lips claiming mine, then moving to my throat where he worked long, heated kisses over the skin and to my shoulder. I shivered at the intensity in his eyes...I had never seen the blue light in them so piercingly beautiful. My insides fluttered at his sudden quirkily soft smile and I nestled against Obi even more as he gently took my hands and linking his fingers through mine, softly held them in place on either side of my head. Qui smiled and nuzzled my neck softly, whispering tender thoughts into my mind and ear. Ever-so-slowly, he moved to suck at my collar bone, glancing up at me from time to time, before raising his face and lowering his head to my breasts.

For a moment he just let his head stay a few inches above so that only his hair hit me, but even that was enough to cause me to whimper. I was somewhat relieved by Obi's sudden kiss, full and deep, but nothing prepared me for the searing heat of Qui-Gon's tongue across my breast. I arched up into him as he pulled away, then suddenly came down on me again, lapping all around before capturing my nipple. Obi's hand strayed to my other breast where he teased it with maddening caresses. Qui began to suck softly, his tongue flicking and teasing my nipple as one hand worked down my side and the other...


I had to break away from Obi's kiss as his master's hand slid between my legs. For a moment he glanced up, and I could feel the Force seem to pulse around us as he softly ran a calloused fingertip along my opening. I groaned and he smiled before returning his mouth to my chest, synchronizing the movements of his mouth with the agonizing caresses of his fingertips. I eagerly thrust into his hand as he traced each side of my opening with a fingertip before moving his thumb to my throbbing clit. Obi moaned softly as I writhed against him, stirring the heat in his already hard organ. Slowly Qui-Gon let his mouth run down my middle until his head was level with my mound once more.

I trembled in anticipation and knew that this was why they were so admired in their jobs...their jobs. In the back of my mind something that remained of my earlier accusatins became alert and I saddened slightly upon realizing that this was just like any job to them...

The Force around me suddenly seemed to clasp my mind tighter, as if it wouldn't let me go, ever. I glanced up into smoldering aqua eyes and down into blazing cerulean ones.

*No, love...this isn't a job...this is for you...all for you,* the deep rumble of Qui's voice echoed through my mind and I nodded before increasing my link with them. Slowly, as if to put my lingering doubts totally at ease, he lowered his face, his hands guiding my legs over his shoulders. He stayed like that for a few moments, contemplating, before a small spark lit up his eyes and he glanced up to Obi-Wan. The padawan nodded and I gasped as the tickilish, scratching sensation of his braid moving over my skin made itself known. Slowly he traced it over my lips, down my cheek, across the skin of my throat he had sucked at earlier, over my collar bone, and down to a breast where he began to circle incessantly with it. I felt my eyes widen at the surprisingly erotic touch and felt a shriek being tugged out of my throat as Qui struck, his lips slowly nibbling over my labia before his tongue reached out to circle my opening in rhythm with Obi-Wan's circling of my nipple with his braid. Suddenly I just gave in, letting my shields drop completely and pulled Qui-Gon's face closer with my legs. I could hear his moan in my head as he slipped his tongue into me as Obi worked his braid right over my nipple. I couldn't help but scream as the sensations flooded over me. I became reduced to a whimpering ball of emotion as Qui-Gon moved to suck at my clit, his tongue circling over it every time he backed away slightly. As he sucked he leaned in so that his mane hit the crease of my thigh, encouraging me even more. Upon seeing my expression he chuckled and my breath flew out in a gasp as he slowly inserted one, then two fingers into me, testing how ready I was.

Obi-Wan had moved his mouth to my other breast, his braid still mercilessly teasing the other. I was close, I knew it and they knew it. I struggled to catch my breath as Qui-Gon pulled away and managed to lift my head a bit as Obi-Wan raised his mouth off of me. "I-I'm sorry about earlier-"

"Don't be..." Qui-Gon rumbled as he slowly stretched out over me, his eyes completely trapping mine. "Forget about all that...forget about what you thought, what he said, about this evening..." he paused to deliver searing kisses over my neck. "Just let go and feel..." he whispered huskily as he cupped my face between his hands, his organ just brushing at my entrance. Looking into those eyes chased away all my fears. Nodding, I took a deep breath and opened myself fully to the Force and to him and Obi-Wan. His eyes flickered closed momentarily and he breathed deeply.

"Yeeesss...that's it...just let go..." he murmured before sheathing himself in one slow thrust. I gasped softly and exhaled in a low moan at the feel of him filling me completely. The master sighed and continued lapping at my neck until he reached my ear. Slowly, he began to thrust and I trembled at the longed for sensations that began to overtake me. I breathed sharply as Obi-Wan gently took my arm and began to lick over my fingers, sucking and nipping before working on my jaw and neck.

Qui-Gon moaned as he began to pick up speed. "That's right...just let go..." he murmured in my ear before licking it softly. "Gods you feel so good...you don't have to doubt either of us...oh, my love, my Selah..." he rumbeled before his mouth closed over mine. I whimpered despite my tries not to...I just couldn't get over the fact that he really meant it, that they both did...Qui-Gon picked up on my amazement and chuckled softly before increasing his pace, both his hands holding my jaw steady as he kissed the living daylights out of me. Obi-Wan had let one of his hands drift over my side, stroking lightly, and the other had drifted to one breast, twirling and pinching the nipple softly. I moaned as Qui continued to thrust, his organ rubbing at my clit, causing the fire to surge...

He gasped as he thurst once more, then sent his fire through me right as white heat began to pulse before my eyes. But then...It was as if with his physical gift he also sent something emotional, and suddenly I was sobbing from the mix of physical pleasure and the sensations of love, of protection, and cherishing feelings flowed through me. Obi-Wan added to it, and I was convulsing for what seemed like an eternity before I was finally able to see or breathe. The next thing I knew was that Qui was placing loving kisses on my lips, across my cheeks and nose, all over my face while his hands tangled in my hair. I smiled as I raised a hand to his own mussed mane, then stroked his cheek before pulling him down for a gentle kiss. Silently, he pulled out and gathered me against him, his arms lazily stroking my back, knowing that I would need a while to recover before anything else happened.


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I sighed as my breath came back and my head began to stop spinning. The world seemed to be only made up of my room, my bed, and the two amazing men that were there with me. I smiled slightly as I turned my head to glance up at Qui-Gon, my hand straying behind me to rub at Obi-Wan's thigh. Slowly, the padawan reached down to take my palm in his, his lips wandering to my ear as he began to urge me up, off my back. I frowned as I was put into a kneeling position on the bed, Obi-Wan behind me and Qui-Gon in front...I wasn't sure if I even wanted to know what they had in mind. I shivered as Obi-Wan began to gently push my hair over one shoulder as his mouth ran over my neck, his hands urgently roaming around the front of me.
My eyes drifted closed as his fingertips danced over my breasts and teased the skin of my stomach, and moaned softly as soft lips covered mine. When they retreated I opened my eyes to find Qui-Gon kneeling directly in front of me, his eyes almost a voyeur. I whimpered as he slowly bent his head to kiss me again, his tongue stirring mine as his Force sense gathered mine and Obi's together once more. I could feel myself tremble as Obi's hands worked down my front as his mouth worked down my back, as the Force seemed to swirl around me, almost like it was stroking my mind in the same way my body was being stroked. A yelp shot out of my throat and my body jumped forward into Qui-Gon as Obi cupped my rear and squeezed me gently before lowering his mouth to trace the flesh in between his fingers. Ever-so-slowly, his tongue rose up to trace my spine as he worked his way up my back, as his hands urged my legs apart and he teased me with his hardness.
*No need for that now...just...please...* I managed as Qui-Gon assaulted my mouth again. Obi-Wan gave an answering moan before thrusting himself into my wetness, pushing me against Qui-Gon again. I drew a shaky breath and looked up into dark eyes as the master pushed sweat-dampened locks of my hair out of my face. Slowly, he leaned in to grace my neck with his tongue in a long, heated lick. Moaning, I reached out to his chest and slowly traced his nipples with trembling fingertips as Obi began to thrust with frustrating restraint. Qui-Gon gasped, then backed away slightly before leaning back in, his eyes sparkling.
*Darling,* he rumbled in my mind, before his mouth hit my collar bone. I gasped as Obi's mouth found the back of my neck as his hands urged me into Qui-Gon's arms.
*Love* Obi purred, and Qui-Gon suddenly dipped down and began to suck at a breast. My breath left me at the sight of him, his eyes staring straight into mine as he took the nipple into his mouth and bathed me with his tongue. Obi was increasing his speed, and I knew that it would be very soon...
*Dear heart...* Qui-Gon added, his Force sense brushing mine as he slid his mouth downward still and I screamed in shock as a bolt of pleasure coursed through me as Obi-Wan ground against my inner fire and Qui-Gon curled his tongue round my clit. They somehow found a common rhythym and soon I was writhing against Obi-Wan, causing him to moan against my neck. His hands slunk around to my breasts, his fingers attending my nipples as Qui-gon licked and sucked at the small bundle of nerves. Slowly my mind began to fully open again, the whirlwind of emotions rumbling to the surface...
I moved against Obi-Wan, my head flung back on his shoulder as I suddenly climaxed, triggering him. Quickly he moved a hand to my chin and directed my mouth to his where he proceeded to ravish my mouth. Qui-Gon quickly raised up, and moving one hand to my clit and the other to my face, he pulled me away from his padawan to kiss me senseless as they both prolonged my orgasm, their minds twining with mine in a pulsing rhythm.
My screams were muffled as Obi-Wan tore my mouth away to kiss me again, his hands along with Qui-Gon's hands and mouth running over me in a current of pure pleasure.
I blinked drowzily at the two sets of eyes gazing down at me with mixtures of concern and amusement.
"Are you all right?" Qui-Gon asked, his hand carressing my cheek. I nodded and grinned.
"Never better," I chuckled and Obi-Wan echoed with his own grin. "Now, not to spoil your fun, but we all need our sleep...I'm getting everyone up early in the morning," I said slyly, snuggling into Qui's embrace.
"Do we even want to know?" he asked, amused.
"No...but it'll be interesting...and you two have pretty much nothing to worry about...you didn't nearly destroy the complex or get completely trashed or sing karaoke..." I said, shuddering.
"But we helped..."
"Fine, then your punishment won't be as severe...maybe a good spanking," I said before laughing evilly. They both grinned and I sighed.
"No, let's just say we're having a group clean-up day tomorrow," I chuckled, quite happy with myself.
"And you've still got to talk to Luke," Obi reminded me and I pushed myself further into Qui's embrace.
"No."
"Selah-"
"Look, I just want to forget that happened! He's got someone, he doesn't need me, I'm happy-"
"But you still have to sort things out, love," Obi insisted, pressing his lips lightly against my cheek.
"I'll try, but if I get too busy I might forget," I sighed tactfully and Qui gave me one of his looks.
"You will talk to him sometime..." he murmured and I nodded, not really meaning it.
"Do you need to see if anyone's still around?" Obi asked, his hand lazily drifting over my side.
"No...Crysta's the only one and she's in Luke's room," I said quietly, feeling like a complete moron about accidentally barging in on them. "She can stay until morning, at least," I sighed, closing my eyes.
"It's going to be all right, my love..." Qui-Gon whispered against me and I mumbled that I knew it would be. It had to be, after all, I knew their feelings for me and returned them. It was as happy an ending as I could hope for.

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From: Crysta Novelli
Subject: [Sith_Chicks] R-a-J RR: Good Morning, part 1/2



This is, plain and simply, pure Luke smut. Enjoy!

-Crysta

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"Mmm..." I murmured, waking from what had to have been the best dream I'd ever had. I rolled over in my bed, snuggling deeper under the covers and burying my head in my pillow. Since I wasn't quite awake yet, the dream was still fresh. I'd been at a party. The Rent-a-Jedi party. I remembered getting the invitation in the mail. Well, that explained the dream, then. Well, some of it...

Hmm... How do you explain the part with a certain Jedi? I swear, my dreams were *never* this vivid. I squeezed my eyes tighter, conjuring up the images from the dream. After running them through my mind again, I just shook my head and buried it deeper into the pillow. I swear - my fantasies were becoming *way* too realistic to be healthy. Dreaming about loosing my virginity with Luke Skywalker proved it. Gods, it seemed *so* real!

//ARGH!!!!!!!// I screamed mentally, balling my fists up in the pillow. This was crazy! No, *I* was crazy! I was used to having strange dreams. In fact, the drunk Jedi council, psycho droids, Obi-clones, and goblin-kings didn't surprise me in the least. But dreaming about getting it on with Luke (and in such detail!) was beyond the normal insanity that usually characterized my dreams.

I opened my eyes then, and stared up at the ceiling fan above my bed. Watching the blade slowly spinning usually helped calm my nerves. Only, there *was* no ceiling fan above me. What the... Where did it go?

"Good morning."

I spun in the bed, my heart racing and my eyes wide. I was *not* expecting to hear a voice in my apartment - especially not a *male* voice! My eyes widened even further as they landed on a very naked Luke Skywalker emerging from the bathroom.

He smiled at me. "It wasn't a dream, Crysta. I guarantee it."

He crossed the room towards me, and I realized that I wasn't in my apartment. I was in *his* room. In *his* bed. I sat up, and the sheet fell away from me, and I became aware of the fact that I was just as naked as he was.

Fully awake now, I realized that I wasn't dreaming. It *had* been real. I really had done it with him. Twice.

"Oh, wow..." I murmured, falling back into the pillows. Luke climbed back onto the bed and laid beside me, propped up on one elbow. He raised his hand to my cheek and traced it with his fingers. I opened my eyes to see him looking directly into mine. I met those beautiful blue eyes, and his mouth turned upwards in a beautiful smile. He lowered his shields and his love for me folded over me like a comforting blanket all around me.

"I love you, Crysta," he murmured before leaning down and capturing my mouth with his. The kiss was slow, deep, and passionate, and I matched his emotions with my own, causing him to intensify the kiss even further.

After several minutes of Olympic level tonsil-hockey, his mouth roamed to my chin, then the base of my throat, then my neck, his tongue leaving little ringlets of fire burning on my skin. I sighed contentedly, leaning my head back into the pillow to allow him better access to my bare skin.

He nipped and sucked at my collarbone, then moved to the area between my breasts. His tongue twirled between them, then moved to trace large circles around the base of one. Slowly, the circles decreased in radius until his lips closed around the erect nipple. I arched my back at the sensation, moaning as he teased it with light licks and nips, then fierce sucking. His hand found my other nipple, and proceeded to tease it as well. I felt the area between my legs become extremely moist, and I reached up and buried my hands in his hair, pressing his mouth against me.

He switched his attention to the other breast, repeating the process, and his hand worked the one he'd just abandoned. My moans grew louder, encouraging him. Finally, he moved from my breasts, lower, to dip his tongue into my navel. I sucked in my belly at the sensation, and he twirled his tongue in it. He then drifted to the right, and ran his tongue right over my side. I jerked at the sudden tickling sensation, rolling onto my side and forcing him to shift his position over me.

I felt his hands move to my shoulders, and he spoke into my mind. //Roll over, onto your stomach.//

I complied, burying my arms under the pillow and placing my head on top of it. His strong hands proceeded to massage my shoulders, kneading them gently, then firmly as I started to loosen up.

"Mmm..." I murmured into the pillow. //That feels so nice, Luke...//

He continued to massage my shoulders and back, then leaned over and placed a line of kisses up my spine, all the way up to my neck, where his tongue appeared, nipping and licking. He brushed my hair out of the way, running his lips around the side of my neck, under my chin, and I turned over to allow him to continue up my chin to meet my mouth, where he captured my lips again. He shifted, and I was once again on my back.

His fingers drifted lightly from my cheek, down my chin, over my neck, and to my breast, teasing it to a peak again. He then trailed it down lower, over my stomach, down to my curls. I opened my legs, and he traced his fingers over my lips before parting them and suddenly plunging into my moist cavity. I arched my back at the sensation, and he traced light circles over my labia, causing me to cry out, breaking the kiss. He twirled his fingers, gliding over my slit, reveling in how wet I was already. He reclaimed my mouth with his, but I cried out again as he suddenly plunged not one, but two fingers inside of me.

He shifted his position so that he could move his mouth to one breast, and his other hand to the other breast, while still keeping his fingers in me, and I felt his rock hard member press into my leg. He pulled his fingers out, then thrust them back in, and I bucked my hips. Slowly, he built up a steady rhythm, and I rocked my hips with his movement, his attention to my breasts adding to the sensation flooding over me, until I reached the breaking point. He reached out and flicked my clit with his thumb, sending me over the edge.

Convulsions rocked my body, coating his hand with my juices, and as I climbed down from the heavens, I cried out again as his mouth closed over my mound.

His tongue darted in and out of me, over my slit, up to my clit, taking me right back to the edge of oblivion, and I heard him whisper in my mind.

//Crysta - open your eyes, beautiful. I want to see your eyes.//

I opened them, seeing him down between my legs, and I would have come again if he hadn't moved up to capture my lips again. I closed my eyes, tasting his mouth, and myself, and he whispered again.

//Open your eyes. Look at me.//

I opened them, seeing the passion in his deep blue ones. His hard shaft pressed between my legs, and he raised his hips, lowering himself so that he brushed my clit. I arched my back, and he slid in easily, filling me completely.

I closed my eyes briefly at the sensation of him sheathed inside of me, but opened them again. He smiled, keeping mine locked with his. Never in my life had I seen such passion, or felt it, as he lowered his shields to show me *exactly* how he was feeling.

Slowly, he began to move, keeping my gaze locked with his. He pulled almost all the way out, then thrust in to the hilt, over and over again, faster and faster, and we watched the passion build in each other's eyes. Suddenly, it was too much for me, and I came, screaming his name and squeezing my eyes shut, reveling in the sensations.

//NO!// He cried in my mind. //Open your eyes, Crysta!// he pleaded.

I heard him, barely, and forced my eyes open. The passion induced haze in my eyes was all he needed to see, and he exploded, pumping me full of his seed. His eyes never left mine, and I saw clear through to his very soul, and we convulsed together in what I'm sure will go down in history as a record breaking orgasm.

After some time, the thunder and lights finally receded and we returned from somewhere in the Outer Rim. Luke collapsed to my chest, drenched in sweat and thoroughly spent.

"That," he gasped softly, "was absolutely incredible."

I lifted my hand and stroked the side of his face, stopping at his chin and tilting it towards me, so I could see his eyes.

"I love you, Luke," I whispered.

He raised his head and met my lips, kissing me softly, and whispered in my mind, //I know//

He rolled off me, and laid his head on the pillow beside me. "You still think it was a dream?" he asked, wrapping his strong arms around me and hugging me to his chest.

"Uh huh," I shook my head and snuggled closer to him. "Not anymore."

"Good," he replied, nuzzling my hair and kissing my neck. "Now, I don't know about you, but I could use a shower."

~tbc~

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From: Crysta Novelli
Subject: R-a-J RR: Good Morning, part 2/2



Luke rolled off me, and laid his head on the pillow beside me. "You still think it was a dream?" he asked, wrapping his strong arms around me and hugging me to his chest.

"Uh huh," I shook my head and snuggled closer to him. "Not anymore."

"Good," he replied, nuzzling my hair and kissing my neck. "Now, I don't know about you, but I could use a shower."

"Mmm..." I murmured. "That would probably be a good idea, except I don't wanna get up."

Luke chuckled softly. "I know, but just because you get up doesn't mean you have to go home."

"Oh?" I turned my face towards his, raising my eyebrow. "You actually think Ziggy's going to want me to stay?"

"Uh, no, probably not," he admitted, turning to stare at the ceiling. "But we can lock the door and hide in here all day..." he suggested, turning back to me and smiling slyly.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. "What are you trying to do, kill me?" I asked. "I'm already not going to be able to sit down for a week!"

That comment received an amused laugh, followed by a softer question. "But you're enjoying it, right?" he asked, drawing his finger across my face and looking deep into my eyes.

I nodded and smiled, drowning in his gaze. //Very much so...// I replied. //I never had any idea it could be so wonderful.//

He held my gaze for a moment before responding. "Good. You'll die happy then," he said, grinning.

I reached up to smack him, but he caught my hand and pulled me closer for another long, searing kiss.

I felt his arousal pressing against my thigh, and I trailed my fingers down his chest lightly, over his stomach to his curls, where I stroked him once before wrapping my hand around him, causing him to groan. //I thought you wanted to take a shower...// I murmured in his mind as I teased his member to attention.

//I *do*!// he growled in return, breaking the kiss and reaching down to remove my hand from his firm assets. He rolled over and sat up, then turned back to look at me. //...but only if you'll join me.// he finished, holding out his hand to me.

I smiled and took his hand. This was going to be interesting...

He led me from the bed to the bathroom, where he reached into the refresher unit and turned on the spray. It warmed up quickly, and I stepped in, followed by Luke. The warm water felt good, and I closed my eyes as it cascaded over my head and down my body. Reaching up, I massaged my hair to get the water through to my scalp and felt Luke's eyes on me, watching intently.

"You are so beautiful, Crysta," he murmured.

Blushing, I turned in a circle trying to avoid his gaze, but the other side of me was just as naked, so I accomplished little. Sensing my discomfort at his close scrutiny of my body, he reached up and placed his hands on my shoulders, squeezing them gently.

He swept my wet hair to the side and kissed my neck, whispering in my mind, //Don't be embarrassed, dearheart.//

//I'm sorry,// I replied, reaching inside for that inner courage that had just appeared to rush down the drain. //It's just that no one's ever seen me like this before.//

"I know," he whispered softly in my ear. "Thank you for sharing such an important part of yourself with me, Crysta..." he trailed off as I turned again, meeting his lips with my own. This time it was my turn to be needy and forceful. I worked my hands up to his neck and behind his head, pulling him closer. My tongue worried his lips apart, then attacked his. Gasping, he returned the magnitude of the kiss, wrapping his arms around me and sliding his hands down to my rear. Suddenly, he hefted me up, spun us around, and pressed me forcefully up against the wall of the stall. I gasped as his hot arousal found my entrance and slid into my cavity, deep and fast. I wrapped my legs around him reflexively, locking my ankles, and twined my hands through his hair to pull his mouth closer yet. Using the Force to support me, he began to move, grinding me into the wall, forcing himself in deeper and harder than ever before. He brushed a particularly sensitive spot deep inside me, and I broke the frantic kiss to cry out. Again and again he hit that same spot, until I was crying out from the sensations growing inside and he was panting and moaning right along with me. Once more, he hit that spot, and I came, squeezing my hips and pulling him in deep. I cried out, digging my nails into his neck, and as my muscles contracted around him, he pulled out one more time, then thrust deep and hard before climaxing himself. He cried my name, spurting his hot liquid into me and barely keeping his balance.

That was the fastest either of us had ever come, and the most uninhibited, as we each totally let go and let lust overcome us. As my convulsions subsided, I released my tight hold around his neck, but pulled his face down to mine for another kiss. Luke slowly returned from the heavens and responded to the kiss, returning it gently. I sensed that he was about to collapse, so I untangled my legs from around him, lowering myself to the shower floor. Thankfully, they agreed to support me.

"Wow," he breathed, burying his lips in my neck, then pulling back to look in my eyes. The strength slowly returned to both of us as we held each other's gaze. He reached up and brushed a strand of wet hair out of my eyes, then leaned in and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"Now, come here," he said gently, pulling me back under the spray of the shower. He turned me around and ran his hands through my shoulder length tresses, re-wetting them, then pushed me forward, out of the spray. He reached out and grabbed a bottle, squirting shampoo into his hand, then moved his hands to my scalp and began massaging the shampoo in. I sighed, leaning back into his touch, inhaling the sweet scent of the soap.

Finishing with my hair, he picked up a bottle of shower gel and proceeded to massage it into my skin. Neither of us spoke as his fingers worked their magic, dancing across my moistened body expertly. I sighed and leaned back against his chest as he reached around and rubbed the soap into my breasts, then my stomach, finally dipping down to my curls. He didn?t tease me, however, but knelt down to wash my legs and feet next. Once he'd covered every part of my body, he pulled be back under the spray and gently chased all the soap away with his gentle ministrations.

Then it was my turn to cleanse him. I repeated his caresses, beginning with his hair, then rubbing the gel into his shoulders and back. I watched him relax beneath my touch and smiled. Being this close to a man was somewhere I'd never been before, and I found it magical and unbelievable. I worked the soap into his firm cheeks, then slid around to face him. I looked him directly in the eyes as my palms danced across his broad chest, then his stomach, then down to his once again erect member. I rubbed the soap gently around his jewels, watching his reaction. His blue eyes glazed over before sliding shut, a soft gasp escaping his lips. I reached up and placed a soft kiss on his slightly parted lips, then released him and moved to his legs. He opened his eyes again to watch me. After massaging the soap into his thighs and calves, I stood and pressed him back under the spray. I retraced my path along his body, rinsing him off, and then we were both clean.

He wrapped me in his arms once again, just holding me close, and I pressed my body against his. We stood there a moment, the water still cascading down around us, and then he drew back to turn the water off. Opening the door, we stepped out, and he grabbed a big, fluffy white towel and began drying me off. I let him, enjoying the feel of the soft cotton against my body. He wrapped the towel around me then, and grabbed another to dry himself off.

I found a comb on the counter and began running it through my hair, which surprisingly enough had very few snarls. Luke finished drying himself off and came over behind me at the counter. He reached up and took the comb away from me, taking up my motions through my hair. I met his eyes in the mirror, and in no time, he had it completely combed out. He then combed his own out and set the instrument back down on the counter. Wrapping his arms around me from behind, he hugged me tightly to his chest and kissed my cheek.

"Please, stay today," he asked me. "I don't want you to leave."

I raised my hands to stroke his arms and opened my mouth to reply but was suddenly interrupted. We both jumped as Ziggy?s voice boomed throughout the room from some unseen source.

"GOOOOOOD MORNING EVERYBODY!!!!!" She certainly sounded cheerful this morning. Must have gotten some from Obi and Qui last night, I thought, chuckling lightly. Luke caught my thought and joined in with amused laughter of his own.

"Guess what...the wookie senator was kind enough to suggest and pay for this little improvement and I'd thought we'd try it out today! First things first...all interns and Liz have the day off...all employees....that's a different story," she chortled. "I hope you all had fun last night, because today is designated clean-up day!!!"

I could just see Ziggy?s face, enjoying the thought of all the hung-over Sith and Jedi hitting the ceiling with her cheerful wake-up call.

"Clean-up day, huh?" I repeated, smiling. "Well, as much as I would *love* to stay and help, I think I'm going to pass on this one." My eyes widened slightly as the beginning strains of a very loud Bowie tune began to play over the speakers.

Luke chuckled and nodded. "I understand," he replied. "I'll miss you though..." he murmured, nuzzling my neck.

I turned and kissed him, softly. "I'll miss you too, Luke," I responded softly. "Thank you for a wonderful night."

"And a wonderful morning," he finished, smiling broadly. I returned his smile, then turned and went back into the main room. He followed behind. I went over to the far side of the bed to retrieve my dress from the chair Luke had laid it over, and my panties from the floor. I slipped them on, and then Luke helped me slide the blue satin back over my head. I stepped into my heels and Luke retrieved a pair of boxers from a drawer and slipped into a pair of gray sweats and University of Coruscant sweatshirt.

"You're sure you won't change your mind and stay?" he asked one more time.

I rolled my eyes at the hopeful expression on his gorgeous face and replied, "If I stay, you *know* you won't do your chores."

He grinned. "Exactly."

I laughed, and he pulled me close for another breathtaking kiss. Releasing me, he took my hand and led me downstairs.

He kissed me once again at the front door, and said, "I'll call you later, beautiful."

"I'll be waiting," I replied, smiling. "Good luck with Ziggy," I added. He nodded, knowing that we still needed to talk to her, especially after she'd walked in on us last night. He pulled me to him for one last kiss, and then I was away, smiling all the way to my apartment.


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From: "Selah Specht"
Subject: [Sith_Chicks] Tales from Rent-a-Jedi Inc. 23/?



I grinned as I took my seat behind my desk. Normally I was not a morning person, especially not this early, but this time it was worth it. Oh, was it worth it! Chuckling, I made sure that everything had been installed properly by the Wookie senator's people that he had sent in at the crack of dawn. Perfect. My grin enlarged to Cheshire Cat proportions as I flicked the switch, turned up the volume, and grabbed the mike.

"GOOOOOOD MORNING EVERYBODY!!!!!" I giggled as my voice bounced through the complex's new intercom system. "Guess what...the wookie senator was kind enough to suggest and pay for this little improvement and I'd thought we'd try it out today!" I said perkily into the mike, laughing as I imagined everybody's reactions. If I like it, a full-fledged security system could be in the future I added, grinning evilly. "First things first...all interns and Liz have the day off...all employees....that's a different story," I chortled. "I hope you all had fun last night, because today is designated clean-up day!!!" I announced and I swear I could hear the groans from where I was sitting.

"SOOOOO....EVERYBODY UP NOOOOW!!!!" I bellowed, cherishing the picture of various Jedi and Sith hitting the ceiling in agony. "GET YOUR BREAKFAST AND GET DOWN HERE!!!!" I added. "But I can be nice, too...I've decided that today you should have music to do your chores to...have fun..." I chortled, flicking the play button on "Earthling" by Bowie, my grin getting even wider as I pictured the looks on their dear little hungover faces as the thunderous, apocalyptically loud beginning to Little Wonder blared through the entire complex. I had taken the opportunity to find the loudest of the loud of my CDs, and I had quite a selection prepared for the day. Earthling, Outside, Scary Monsters, Ziggy Stardust, Low, Heroes, Culture Club Collect, and My Life in the Bush of Ghosts by Brian Eno would be perfect torture. Rubbing my hands together, I waited for the employees to come staggering down the stairs. I couldn t wait.

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I raised an eyebrow as I addressed the line of hungover, tired, and cranky Jedi and Sith. Well, Obi and Qui looked fine, just a little worn-out. And Luke was in fine spirits, too. I frowned as I wondered where Crysta had gotten to. I hadn't seen her leave. Oh, well, as long as she was okay, I didn t really mind. I didn t want to think about that, now, anyway. I shrugged and continued assessing the line of mostly-cranky employees decked out in sweatshirts, jeans, and various other grungy clothing.

"Do we have to wear this stuff!!" Mace protested, glaring down at the pair of holey jeans he was wearing and I turned towards him quickly.

"You are going to be doing hard labor, not Jedi meditation," I told him crisply, then grinned wickedly. "Or pole dancing. So shut up about it!"

That got a few gasps. "Now look, here's how it's going to work! You had your fun last night, and took more than a little liberty in your interpretation of the rules. So you are going to clean up after yourselves. No droids, just you. And I want this place looking NICE, so don't cut corners!! And to make sure you don't..." I chuckled, picking up the nutrient frame behind my desk. "Master Yoda rented this for me for today from the local zoo," I said, nodding to the ysalimiri on the frame. The expressions on their faces was just beautiful. "I assume you all know what this is and what this means...no Force, no short cuts. Too bad," I sighed, a mock frown of pity on my face.

"And you will all work...this will make up for your constant boozing, your pranks, you fighting-"

"But they are Jedi and we are Sith!!!" Vader protested and my eyes narrowed as I faced him.

"I don't care if you're the Elvis impersonator's league and Riverdance!!" I snapped. "You are ALL my employees and I trusted you and you betrayed that trust! So for today, your bodies and souls belong to me!!!"

"Not much of a stretch for some of us," Freedon mumbled, glaring at Obi and Qui.

"DID I TELL YOU YOU COULD TALK!?" I roared, glaring at him.

His eyes narrowed and he reached out to the Force...but nothing happened. I flashed a triumphant look as he meekened slightly.

"I asked you a question, Nadd..." I whispered, my voice deadly as I glared up at him. Did. I. Tell. You. You. Could. Talk?

"No, ma'am..." he mumbled and I nodded in approval.

"That's right...no smart-aleck comments today...today, we work!" I announced, plucking my list out of my pocket.

"Okay...here's the assignments! Nadd and Windu, you are going to vaccuum and clean the carpets in the ballroom...is there anything you'd like to say?" I asked upon seeing them start to speak, but think better of it. Both men just shook their heads mutely. And if you re not good .well, you don t want to know

Yeah, like you d do anything! Mace muttered under his breath and I raised an eyebrow.

Really? Gentleman, dear Master Windu has just given you more chores after you re done with the downstairs all of you get to clean all the bathrooms in the upstairs, and I want those toilets sparkling and floors you can eat off of, I said, grinning sweetly. The entire company groaned and shot glares at Mace who was looking on with large eyes.

"Now then...Exar and Maul will be picking up various trash and cleaning up the front lawn and washing all of our company vehicles...Vader will be picking up trash in here and washing windows and dusting...Qui-Gon, you will do any small repairs that need to be done and help in the general clean up of the ballroom...Obi-Wan, you'll be in charge of cleaning up the kitchen and I want everything clean, the refrigerator, the freezer, the floors, the counters, everything you ll also be in charge of the evening meal today, so don t order take-out! Luke..." I paused and swallowed as I collected myself. "Um...you'll be cleaning up the balconies and also assist in the ballroom and lobby or wherever necessary the common room and dining room and a few other places probably need spiffing up a bit, too," I managed, not looking up at him. I couldn t bear to, I didn t want to see those blue eyes on me. I'll be around when I can and assist, or I'll be catching up on office work," I concluded, casting a stern look to the group. "Cleaning supplies are in the storage closets and I expect this place to look -good- by dinner time!!" I barked as I clapped my hands. "NOW MOVE!!" A few winced at the noise and I grinned as the employees hurried off to their new tasks. I glanced over at the ysalimir on my shoulder smugly.

"Now this is going to be fun..." I chuckled.

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I hummed along, enjoying the hard beat to Scary Monsters immensely. In a way I pitied the guys. The first time I had ever heard Earthling I had had a headache and I quickly learned never to do that again. But now, now I was having a whole lot of fun with it!

I raised an eyebrow at muffled grumbling and turned to where Vader was trying to wash the windows of the lobby, his large hands clumsily handling the rag and squeejy.

I tsked and strode over to him. "You know what they say about alcohol ruins the coordination," I muttered and he growled under his breath, then turned, the squeejy stick pointing at me like a lightsaber.

"Ooh, is Darth Cleanser going to hurt me?" I goaded, shaking my head. " You got yourself into this, tin man, now you're going to pay the price! And I want those windows spotless, or you will not get any rest till they are, do you understand? "

"Yes," Vader muttered. " But do I have to dust? "

"It seems to me that was on your list of chores," I replied.

"But what if it gets into my respiratory machine? It could be disastrous! "

"I hardly think that a Dark Lord of the Sith is going to be allergic to a little dust you're not going to whine yourself out of this one, Vader!" I snarled, then pointed to the Windex. "Now work!" As I walked away I patted the ysalimir on the head lightly. True, my Force sense was gone as well, but I was used to dealing without it.

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Grinning, I walked into the ballroom and nearly laughed at the sight of Mace and Freedon struggling to use vaccum cleaners. Windu was busy tripping himself in the cord every time he turned, and Nadd was about ready to destroy his cleaner because it wasn't picking up as much as he liked.

"You may want to turn that on," I suggested as I leaned over and flicked the switch. The Sith winced as the cleaner sprang to life with a roar. "And I'd hurry up if I were you you still have toilets to clean," I said over my shoulder as I continued my inspection.

I whistled as I took a bag of trash outside, then gave a big grin at the sight that greeted me. Maul was raking trash off the lawn like a madman, his anger increasing with every second as more and more trash evaded his grasp.

" Sorry, Sith-boy, but it ain't like whacking Jedi," I chuckled and he growled deep in his throat as he looked up at me.

"You should know not to treat a Sith like this you will be repaid- "

"And you should know not to treat an employer like that or harm will come to you! You have no complaints when you're laying your fans right and left, but when it comes to helping out a little bit around here do any of you even think to volunteer? Noooo let the interns do it, let me do it, why shouldn't I, it's not like I don't have a life!" I snarled, stomping on the rake. His teeth clenched as the vibrations from the movement snapped through his arm. I hmmphed and walked towards the gathered vehicles.

"Be sure you wax those, too," I muttered as I watched Exar, decked out in sweats, his hair pulled back with a bandana, struggling with a hose and bucket of soapy water. "You're a Sith, you should be able to handle it," I added upon noticing his deadly glare. "You may have your way in many things, but I have my own form of punishment: manual labor! And I want these things sparkling by sundown!" I added before turning on my heel and practically skipping indoors.

I sighed as I returned to the ballroom, grinning at the progress. Poor things, they really were worn out. Too bad. Mace and Freedon were still at the vacuums, but I was more interested in another figure that was kneeling by the balcony doors, busy reattaching a doorknob that had somehow fallen off. Silently, I crept behind him and lightly pressed my chin against the top of his head. He gasped in surprise slightly and I had to laugh.

"I might just have to keep this thing around, it's fun," I chuckled, glancing at the ysalimir. I didn't even have to see his face to know his reaction. "I'm kidding, jeez, have a sense of humor!" I added, looping my arms around Qui-Gon s neck.

"You're in a good mood," he commented wryly, glancing up with amused eyes.

"And why shouldn t I be? A household of slaves to do my bidding for a whole day? I m having a great time! "

"And what else would you have us do, Mistress?" he asked, his mouth forming a slight smile.

"Well, since you asked," I said slyly, stepping round to sit lightly on Qui's knees. I could probably think of something I finished right before he lowered his face to mine in a wonderful kiss.

Ahem. We both glanced up and blushed slightly at the unamused faces of Windu and Nadd. If we can t get a break, neither can he!

All right, all right, I sighed, rolling my eyes. We ll have to work on that part of your contract later, I suppose, I sighed, then grinned before leaving the master Jedi to fiddle with the doorknob.

I went straight for the kitchen and my breath caught in my throat as I glanced in. I swear, Obi-Wan could even look sexy when he was on his hands and knees, shirtless, and scrubbing at the floor with a look of pure concentration on his face.

Well heelllooo- Mister Clean, I purred and started to walk towards him.

Don t come in with those shoes! he immediately replied, not even glancing up.

That s scary, you managed to sound just like my mother, I giggled and he glanced up and threw me a grin.

Well, it s a lot harder than it looks, especially without the Force, he sighed, standing. But I think we can get around this little problem, he added as he stood, crossed to where I was standing, and lifted me into his arms with ease before depositing me on the counter on the other side of the kitchen.

Now, what were you saying? he asked, tilting his forehead down so that it brushed against mine.

Man, you re drop-dead gorgeous, have a heart of gold, -and- clean the floors? I think I ll have to keep you around, I murmured, grinning. He rolled his eyes before diving in to capture my lips, and I contentedly ran my hands down his bare chest that was slicked with a light coating of sweat. He rumbled his appreciation deep in his throat and I wrapped my legs round his waist as he began to tutor me in tongue aerobics.

I thought you were supposed to be working! an enhanced, disgusted voice proclaimed.

He is. He s even built up a nice sweat, I shot back, glancing over Obi s shoulder to regard Vader coldly. It s not nice to interrupt. Now what do you want?

I m finished with the windows

Then dust!

But-

I SAID DUST!!!

Fine! he huffed, right before stomping right through the kitchen, leaving rather large dirty footprints behind. Obi s grin turned to a look an artist might have when their life s creation is spattered with mud. I winced.

Oy sorry bout that I ll come back later and we ll continue this tonight I sighed as he carried me back to the ballroom.

Right, and I was on your computer earlier with Luke and Qui-Gon, perusing some of your bookmarks.

Trying to catch up on your fans expectations, huh? I smirked.

Something like that, he said in what was supposed to be innocence. I shook my head and went over to one of the other balconies, nodding in satisfaction when I saw that the plants were pruned, the rail was looking clean again, and everything was looking as it should be.

So do I pass inspection? a soft voice asked behind me suddenly and I whirled. My eyes widened slightly and I had to swallow as I took in the image of Luke leaning casually against the doorway to the ballroom, blocking my escape. Immediately I slipped into actress mode and forced an easy grin.

Yeah, you do good work, I guess, I remarked as I surveyed the balcony. I d have never thought that an orgy practically took place out here last night, I added and he smiled slightly, but there was still that knowing look in his eyes, the look that had been there ever since he had found me out. Um, I ve gotta get back to policing the area seems I do good at playing mean boss-like person, I added, trying to slip past him. I winced as he clasped a hand on my shoulder.

I think we need to talk-

What are you, Oprah all of a sudden? There s nothing to talk about! I quipped, straining to sound casual.

What do you mean there s nothing to talk about! he said, incredulous as he spun me to face him. What about what happened last night?

I looked at him for a moment, glad he couldn t feel me through the Force. Maybe I d keep that ysalimir around after all, if only for my protection. I don t know what you re talking about, I lied before trying to take my leave.

What?!

Nothing happened! I laughed, though inside I was reeling. I didn t know how to deal with stuff like this! I had been so happy after I last night s makeup with Qui and Obi; I didn t need to think about anything else. No, I didn t want to have to think of anything else, even though it might be true. Or had been. Or whatever it was now.

How can you say that? he asked, completely dumbfounded.

Look, everything s all right, I m fine with Qui and Obi, everything s fine-

Why do you keep avoiding me on this? he asked, his eyes boring into mine and I could tell he was struggling to keep his frustration about me and the ysalimir under control.

I m not avoiding you! I simply don t think it needs to be talked about! I floundered, trying not to look up at him, trying not to notice his hand that was still on my shoulder.

Then what about when you accidentally walked in on us last night? he asked, raising an eyebrow and I fought not to cringe at the painful memory. Surely you have some feelings about that.

Nope. Only that I was a big goober not to knock first I just presumed someone was up looting the place it s not like I saw anything, I chuckled, wondering when lying had become this much of a habit for a chronic honest person like myself. I had to get out of there, I was beginning to feel sick inside

Ziggy-

Nothing happened, there s nothing to talk about-

Ziggy-

I really don t see why you re going on and on about this-

*Selah*!

I paused, biting my lip, wondering how to reply. I should have been honest, I should have done the just and decent thing and just confronted him, but for some reason, I just couldn t. So I did the next best thing. I avoided the entire issue.

You know, you must be getting awfully full of yourself to presume that I d just throw myself at your feet like some sort of customer you not getting enough or you just getting cocky? I asked, raising an eyebrow. His expression was one of pure shock and his hand loosened automatically, providing me the time I needed to get away. Without looking back I dashed through the ballroom and into the lobby where my desk, my haven lay waiting for me. Luckily all my disks were up in my room, other wise I might have been tempted to wipe the ones that contained certain incriminating evidence.

Why was I so bad at dealing with this? Part of me was disgusted with myself, and the other part was in total agreement to do whatever it took just to avoid confrontation, why, I wasn t sure. Then it hit me. I was too scared to find out what his reaction might be. I knew he loved Crysta, and that was fine, but I sure didn t need him to remind me of that fact and rub it in. So he felt nothing for me, fine. He probably thought I was a complete dork, but that was okay. Sighing, I glanced up at the screen to find one of my bookmarked sites open, just as I had been told.

Great, can t even log out for me, I muttered, then froze as I noticed which page they had been reading. My eyes widened in horror as I recognized the border of the Labyrinth fanficton archive, and they grew even wider as I realized which story it was on, the last of three I had gleefully written about a combo of SW and labyrinth, casting myself in as a character out of egotistical fun. Besides, it looked like that was the only universe I d have any kind of understanding with Luke in, anyway. Trembling, my hand clicked the mouse back to the page of my stories and I moaned as I realized that the other two titles had changed color, meaning that they had also been read. Great. So they had found them. And they knew. My writing serves as a good way to figure out all the feelings I might cover up in public, and these stories were no exception. There wasn t much that could be denied, the whole series was practically a whole file on the glories of Luke. Except for the fact that I nearly had killed him off in the second one, his character was nothing if a standard hero. A romantic hero. Damn, I knew I should ve watched what I had written! At least they couldn t have found the unofficial epilogue I had added and sent to a certain select few of the listians. That would be embarrassing luckily it wasn t archived, and my disk was locked safely in my room.

I whimpered slightly and hung my head in my hands, wondering how in the world to deal with such a situation. What was the best way to attack? Should I just keep avoiding the issue and hope no one ever mentioned it? Not likely. But I didn t want a huge showdown either. It looked like the best thing was to try and not talk about it for now, and maybe it would just go away

Or maybe if I kept thinking up stupid lies like that to appease myself I d be able to get some sleep, anyway.

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Later that evening I found myself pacing before the troops once more.

Well gentlemen, it s a start, but there s still a lot of work to be done. Guess this means you d better not have any plans for tomorrow! I added, grinning slyly at the collective groan.

Would you tell the braid to make something besides cereal for dinner, then? Vader bellowed and I suppressed the sigh.

Hey, it isn t my fault I was too busy fixing up the floor to make something decent! Obi-Wan growled back and I rolled my eyes.

Boys, please! Now, tomorrow will continue like today, only some construction folks might be arriving to start building a room for Obi-One. In the meantime he s staying with Diebin, I added, chuckling slightly. And don t think the Force will be returning any time soon I m keeping Silent Bob around for a few more days, I added, patting the ysalimir affectionately.

Silent Bob? Qui-Gon asked, raising an eyebrow.

What, don t like the name? He s silent, after all! I quipped, grinning. I couldn t help it, it had just popped into my head and it fit.

Now then, light s out starting now, and no trying to sneak out! I ordered before returning to my desk as the employees headed for the stairs.

Selah-

Luke, I m rather busy, and it s lights out. Now move it, I said without looking up; I didn t know if I would be able to face those blue orbs.

But-

Just go on and go to bed. Oh, and Crysta is welcome to visit whenever she wants, just as long as someone in management knows she s around, I added, sighing inwardly.

Thank you, he said quietly, his voice stunned.

No prob, that s what I m here for, I quipped, forcing a slight smile, still not looking up. Now go on, you ve got a busy day ahead of you tomorrow, I said firmly, just wanting to get away from him, from those eyes, that voice. I just didn t know how to deal with it. He started to say something, then just nodded before heading to the stairs. I was about ready to follow when T came shuffling in the lobby, distressed as usual.

Mistress Ziggy, Mistress Ziggy!

What? I asked, distracted by some files.

There s a young courtier here to see you from the senate, he said nervously and I looked up, frowning.

What? What did I do now?

I don t know, but he says he must see you at once.

Then send him in, I sighed, putting my mind into business mode.

An adolescent Wookie hurried into the lobby, growling eagerly.

Whoa, whoa! Slow down, please!

He nodded and started again. Rooowrf wwrfawrrfarrraaooorrrr

Um, T, did he just say what I think he said? I asked, my eyes widening.

I believe so, Mistress Ziggy, T agreed, shaking his head in dismay. He says that his master is the senator whose car got dented the other night. And he has been sent here to request on behalf of his master that you be his consort

A wookie CONSORT!? I shivered at the thought. It would have been funny if it would ve been happening to anybody else. In response, the young Wookie held up some sort of dead animal in offering.

Um, look, your master s a great guy, really, but hairy-chested guys just aren t my type, I stammered, getting up. Besides, I m already involved and I just don t think I m worthy of such an honor besides, I have a business to run! I added and the Wookie howled softly.

He says he understands, but it is a great loss, indeed, T translated and we both watched in shock as the young courtier walked out of the complex.

Sorry! I called after him, trying to suppress a sudden giggle. T just looked at me as I began to laugh, the ridiculousness of the situation suddenly hitting me.

Mistress Ziggy, are you all right?

Fine, T, but if the guys ever hear about this, oy! I laughed as I headed towards the stairs. Man, if only the rest of my troubles could be solved so easily, I d be in business! Chuckling, I rolled my eyes to Silent Bob as I climbed the stairs and headed off to bed to energize for the next day.



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From: Crysta Novelli
Subject: R-a-J: Discoveries


Okay, this takes place the night after the clean-up from the first round robin, which is also the night after "Good Morning". This is a day or two before Thanksgiving - Ziggy's deciding just how many days... I'm also experimenting with third person for the first part, and this turned out a little longer than I expected, so I hope I don't bore anyone. Oh, and *ANGST ALERT!!*

-Crysta

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Luke returned to his room after his latest attempt to speak to Ziggy, failing yet again to get her to open up to him. He, Obi-Wan, and Qui-Gon had been perusing her bookmarks on her computer earlier, trying to "educate" themselves some more, and had stumbled across some of her original writing. They knew Ziggy had quite a collection, yet they weren't prepared for what they found today.

Many of the questions he'd had since encountering Jareth the night before at the party had been answered, but many more had presented themselves to the Jedi. He now had a very clear idea of just how Ziggy felt about him, and it had been bothering him all day. There were many unresolved issues hanging in the air, and the tension between them was so thick you could slice it with a lightsabre.

He knew why she hid her thoughts from him - she'd explained it all in her story, but he knew that eventually she'd break from all the stress. True, she had Obi and Qui now, but old habits are hard to break and from the way she kept avoiding the subject it was quite clear that she still felt something for him. He wouldn't know what exactly those feeling were until she opened up to him, and it occured to him that she might not even know exactly how she felt about him anymore.

His thoughts drifted from Ziggy's story to Crysta. He loved her, much in the way Ziggy had portrayed him in her story, yet not quite. In the story he had been hesitant, proper, dignified - the epitome of a Jedi Knight. "There is no passion..." he thought wryly. There had been plenty of passion in his quarters last night and this morning.

But the tale he'd read earlier took place in an alternate universe. True, he was in an alternate universe here, too, but it wasn't the same one. Apparently passion was legal in this universe, because the council didn't seem to have a problem with all the passion that occured last night, and not just between him and Crysta, either.

Luke needed to talk to someone. He obviously couldn't talk to Ziggy. He also needed a shower. Remembering the morning's shower, he smiled to himself, then walked over to the dresser to find Crysta's number. He hoped she had a computer, because he needed her to read the story, and the only computer he had access to was locked in Ziggy's office and he knew she wouldn't open it for him when he told her why he needed it. There was only one small problem - he'd been ordered to bed and locked inside the complex. He considered climbing out a window, then realized that it would be easier to have Artoo hotwire the system and let him out the front door. All he needed to do was convince the droid, but after the trouble Artoo had caused the night before, he owed Luke big time. And he was only doing it for Ziggy's mental well-being...

Luke crossed the room to his com. port and placed the call through to Crysta. She picked up after the second ring.

"Hey, beautiful," he greeted her with a smile in his voice.

"Luke!" she responded cheerfully. "How was your day?"

"Busy," he replied, "and very, *very* interesting..."

"Oh?" she replied, her interest peaked at his tone.

"Crysta," he asked, "do you own a computer?"

"Of course," she answered. "Why? What's up?"

"Well, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan and I were poking around Ziggy's computer today and found something very interesting that I thought you should see. Are you busy tonight?"

"Nope," she replied. "Not at all."

"Good." He smiled, excited that he was going to get to see her again. "I'm going to attempt to sneak out of here, because Ziggy's locked us in tonight, but I really need to show you this and talk it over with you."

"Okay..." she said, curious as to what was so important to make Luke want to break the rules and sneak out to see her.

He sensed her curiosity, but was reluctant to say any more over the phone. He really wanted to talk to her in person, and there wasn't really much more he could say until she'd read the story.

"I'm going to take a quick shower," he told her, "then hopefully find Artoo and have him let me out. I'm not sure how long it's going to take me to make my jail break, but I'll be over as soon as I can."

"Okay," she replied. He listened as she gave him directions to her apartment, then told her he loved her before ending the call and jumping in the shower.

The shower was quick, considering this time he was the only one in the stall, and he dressed hurriedly in his token black garb, strapping his lightsabre to his belt and hitting the lights before heading for the door.

Stopping at it, he stretched out with the Force to make sure the hallway was empty. It seemed to be, but he wouldn't be able to sense if a droid was out there. Crossing his fingers, he palmed the door open and was met by darkness. Well, at least the lights were out. That would make him harder to see, but it would also make it more suspicious if he were caught out of his room now. Praying that Ziggy wouldn't decide to do room checks tonight, he silently moved down the hallway to the stairs.

He'd made it down the stairs and halfway down the hallway on the main floor when T appeared suddenly.

"Master Luke!" the droid exclaimed. "Why are you up at this hour?"

Feining innocence, Luke replied, "I was hungry - I just wanted to get a snack from the kitchen."

The droid paused, considering this, no doubt curious as to why he hadn't lit any lights, and Luke subconsiously held his breath.

"All right," T conceeded, nodding at Luke. "But do use caution - Master Obi-Wan just cleaned it today, and Mistress Ziggy warned that it had better stay clean," he added, then moved on his way.

Once the droid was out of ear-shot, Luke exhaled and continued on course, searching for Artoo. It was dark, yet with his Force enhanced eye-sight it wasn't hard to spot the little droid rolling across the ballroom to greet his master.

Artoo warbled a greeting, and Luke hushed him quietly.

"Shh... no, Artoo. I need your help. Actually," he said, realizing that he might get better results if he tried a different approach, "Ziggy needs your help."

The little droid beeped a question at him.

"No, not in her chambers. Actually, this isn't a direct request from her. She needs our help, but she's too proud to admit it and would never willingly accept it, so I need you to do me a favor. I need to get out of here for a short while, but she can't know that I'm gone. She wouldn't agree, and wouldn't understand my reasons just yet, so I need your help so that I can help Ziggy. Can you deactivate the alarm system long enough to let me out of here?"

Artoo beeped skeptically at Luke.

"One reason? Because of all the trouble you caused last night, that's why you should! Do I have to remind you of a particular ice sculpture, and certain water balloons and topiaries, among the countless other stunts you pulled last night?" Luke asked the droid.

Artoo beeped again, and Luke replied, "I thought not. Now let me out, Artoo."

The droid gave in and wheeled himself over to the front door. He plugged into the security system, beeped a few things, then whistled as the door slid open silently.

"Thank you, Artoo," Luke whispered as he stepped through. "And remember," he added, "not a word of this to anyone. And I mean *anyone*!" he ordered. "I'll contact you via com-link when I need let back in."

Artoo acknoleged the command, then whistled shortly as the door slid shut again and Luke practially ran down the front walk to catch a cab at the street.

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I was heating tea water in my tiny kitchette when the door buzzed. Reaching out with the Force, I touched the mind on the other side and smiled. It had taken him less time than I thought, which meant he hadn't had any trouble getting out. That was good - hopefully no one would notice he was missing, either. I hurried to the door, eager to see him again. Palming it open, I met his gorgeous blue eyes which twinkled upon seeing me again.

//Hello, beautiful// he greeted me, wrapping his arms around my waist as he stepped into the apartment. The door slid closed behind him as his lips found mine in a searing kiss.

//I missed you// I replied, wrapping my arms around his neck and running my fingers through his hair. He pulled me closer to him, his mouth exploring mine like we were long lost lovers who hadn't seen each other in years. I gave into the kiss though, content to let him have his way. With a tongue that talented, he could do whatever he pleased to me, and I wouldn't complain.

The tea kettle whistled then, and we broke apart so that I could silence it. I took his hand, pulling him into the kitchen with me.

"Welcome to my humble abode," I told him, smiling. I reached into the cupboard to retrieve two mugs, then placed a tea bag in each and reached for the kettle. "You do like tea, right?" I asked.

"Yes, I love tea," he replied. "Thank you."

"You're quite welcome," I said cheerfully, pouring the water into the cups, then handing him one. "I've set the laptop in the living room. It's on the coffee table."

He nodded, suddenly quite serious.

"Luke? What is is?" I asked worriedly, wrinking my brow.

He sensed my worry and reached out with the Force to reassure me. He reached out with his hand as well, leading me out of the kitchen. "It's not something bad," he told me, "just something unexpected. As I said, Obi, Qui and I found something on Ziggy's computer today."

I nodded, and led him to the couch. I set the tea down on a coaster beside the open laptop and sat down on the couch. Luke settled down beside me and

continued. "You remember Jareth, right?" he asked.

I nodded. Jareth had been the goblin king. I was still a little fuzzy as to who exactly he was, because I hadn't been on the balcony when he'd talked to Luke and Ziggy, but I had a feeling I was about to find out more about him.

"Right," he responded, picking up on my thoughts. "What we found was a story, written by Ziggy, that incorporates our world with Jareth's. It's long, and *very* well written, and it describes in detail everything that he mentioned when I was out on that balcony with her - yes," he confirmed, seeing the questioning look on my face, "it gives a *very* accurate description of her feelings for me. Or at least, how she felt about me 4 months ago..." he trailed off, not sure exactly what to say next.

I was speechless, and extremely curious. "Does she know you've read this?" I asked. It was the first question I could come up with.

"I'm not sure," he replied.

"Well, did you *tell* her you'd read it?" I questioned him.

"I tried to, but she wouldn't let me. She refused to open up to me again, and she had a ysalimir with her, so I couldn't read her," he said, clearly frustrated with the whole situation.

"Okay," I replied. "Show me where the story is, then," I instructed gently, reaching for the laptop and settling it across my legs as I reclined against the cushions and Luke. He recited the address from memory and I pulled the page up, my eyes widening when I saw the length of it. Beside me, Luke chuckled, and I looked at him.

"That's just the first of three," he told me, then laughed as my eyes grew even wider. This was going to be a *long* night.

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And hour later, I'd finally finished the first story, "Jedi in the Underground." It was amazing. I'd known that Ziggy was a talented writer, but this was *really* well written, and *very* entertaining. I'd never seen Labyrinth before, but as I read I discovered that having seen the movie really wasn't necessary. I also discovered a *lot* about Ziggy, and how much she really loved Luke. Her words for him were so sweet, and so tender, and so absolutely true that I was brought to tears as I read. They were tears of joy that I was lucky enough to have him sitting beside me, but they were also tears of sadness when I realized that he was loving me in this time and place the way Ziggy described him loving her then and there, in the Underground. When she described in the story how upset she was when Jareth wished Mara Jade in to the adventure I gained valuable insight into how she felt when I stepped into the picture. I really *had* gotten between her and Luke, however. Part of me realized that this *was* only a story, and that she *did* have Obi and Qui now, but the tears came anyway. Luke was as sweet and caring in real life as he was in her story, and I was grateful for that, and for him being there beside me, concerned for Ziggy, as well as concerned for me. It wasn't easy for me to read this, seeing how much Luke meant to Ziggy. I felt inferrior, somehow; unworthy. I felt like "the other woman", and it wasn't a pleasant feeling.

//Shhh...// he whispered in my mind, sending out gentle fingers with the Force to ease my troubled mind. He reached up and turned my head, raising my eyes to his. His fingers traced my cheek and his thumb brushed away my tears.

"You didn't 'come between us'," he spoke softly, his voice matching the gentle caresses of his fingers. "There was never anything between us for you to interrupt. This is a story, dearheart," he reminded me gently, his blue eyes filled with concern and love. "It's not real - I never pledged my undying love to Selah. I've pledged it to you, though," he informed me, his voice barely a whisper. He kissed me then, softly, letting his emotions gently caress me and ease my mind. I relaxed at his mental touch and responded with my own, hesitantly at first, then stronger as I realized that he was right and my doubts floated away.

//That's right// he urged softly. //Let go of your fear. You know I love you...// and he backed up his thoughts with a kiss so passionate it obliterated every remaining doubt from my mind completely.

Once I was completely reassured, we parted slightly to gaze in each other's eyes, and smiled at one another. He squeezed my hand, then rose.

"I'll re-fill the tea while you start on part two," he said, picking up our cups and heading for the kitchen.

I settled back into the cushions and punched up part two.

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Two hours and two more glasses of tea later, I had finally finished. The story was incredible. I'd been captivated throughout and really found myself wishing I were that talented - not only in the ways of the Force, but in the ways of writing as well. The most important thing I'd gained from the story, however, was significant insight into Ziggy's mind. She was an incredible woman, and if I'd only liked her before, I admired her now.

I knew that we needed to talk with her. If she didn't let her feelings out into the open her relationship with Luke and I would continue to be awkward and strained, and that would be hard on all of us. I knew that I had the relationship with Luke that she had had with him in the story, and I felt for her on that point. Luke was right - she obviously still had *some* feelings for him, or she wouldn't be acting the way she was. But how do you approach a subject like this? If she didn't want to talk, we couldn't exactly force her to... And there wasn't really all *that* much to talk about. All her feelings for him were pretty much here, cut and dried, posted on the web for all the world to see. It was quite clear that she'd never intended on him actually *seeing* the words strung together like that, though. She was embarassed, that much was clear. Maybe I needed to talk to her, not Luke. But she still barely knew me...

"Would you?" Luke asked, hope entering his voice.

"I could, maybe, but who's to say she won't turn and run from me as well?" I returned. "I'm guessing she won't talk to Obi or Qui, either..." I trailed off as he got my point.

"But you have something we don't," he said.

"What's that?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.

"You're a woman," he pointed out. "I'll bet she'd confide in a woman before she confided in one of us men," he said. "After all, in the story she confided her feelings for me to Leia..."

It was true, I mused. She had told Leia when asked, but kept her shields up when around Luke - at least in the first story, anyways.

"Okay," I agreed, "I'll try and talk to her, but it's not going to be easy. She's not going to confide in a stranger any more than she'll confide in you guys," I pointed out.

"True," he agreed. "We'll have to get her to love you, then," he said, grinning.

I smiled back, and he pulled me close for another kiss. I leaned into it, enjoying it, wanting it to last forever, yet knowing that he had to go back to the complex before someone noticed he was missing.

Reluctantly, he broke away, standing up. He helped me clean up the tea cups, then bid me farewell. I kissed him good-bye and saw him to the door.

"Good night, Crysta," he whispered. "I'll see you soon, love."

"Night, Luke," I replied, yawning, surprised at how late it was. He smiled again, then was gone. I hoped he made it back without anyone noticing he was gone and getting into trouble.

Flipping out the light, I yawned again and headed to bed.



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