There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is—
"That's an awful lot of concentrating you're doing."
Kihanda's eyes opened and her gaze fell on Doc, the medic from the Resistance. "It's meditation," she corrected. Although it hadn't been doing her much good lately.
"Really? You seem more tense than meditative."
Unfurling her legs, Kiha stood with a sigh. "There's a lot on my mind." The war, the Sith, her Master's words. Since being trained as a Jedi, the young Togruta had done her best to live up to the Code, but it was not easy when her background came from so much more. She still dreamed of Shili's red and white plains, of hunting for the glory of the kill. Such things were not promoted among the Jedi.
"Hey." Doc moved closer, bringing the warmth of his body. His hand came up momentarily, as if to reach for her, before it fell back to his side. "I say we make a pretty solid team. We can handle anything the galaxy throws at us."
Kiha's lips quirked upwards. "Don't taunt the galaxy like that. Nature has a way of outmaneuvering you as soon as you take your eyes off of it."
It was Doc's turn to grin, a mischievous glint alighting in his eyes. "You worried your eyes aren't staying on the galaxy?"
If her skin wasn't red, her fluster might have been more noticeable. That — he — was the crux of her issues right now. She couldn't focus and it was because of him. Since the moment they had met, Kihanda had felt some odd pull towards him. Maybe it was because the Code forbid these attachments, maybe it was because she hadn't had a chance to indulge her primal urges in a very long time, but whatever it was it needed to stop before she came to regret anything.
"Something like that," she finally murmured, not meeting his eyes this time.
Doc took another step closer, testing her boundaries, and his warmth seeped into the spaces all around her. A burning sensation settled in the pit of her stomach, the kind that was common before a big hunt. Excitement tingled through her montrals. Doc's fingertips ghosted across her elbow before trailing down her forearm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
Kiha's gaze lifted to realize he was a breath away, intense bronze eyes pinning her to the spot. Despite only being an inch or so taller than her, his presence felt overwhelming.
Kihanda wanted to hold onto this feeling. It was invigorating. All of her life she had felt the Force around her, enveloping her, guiding her before she could even name what it was. This was entirely different. He was different.
His voice drifted to her through fog of desire. "Maybe I can help with your concentration?"
"You're doing the opposite," she breathed in reply.
Through an extreme force of will, Kihanda ducked and moved away, disappearing through the door with a mechanical hiss before he could say anything.