"Can he see us?" asked Risha really quietly.

"Shh!" hissed Ryli.

They were laying on top of a large rock on Dantooine. Corso was below them, further away, looking around. He looked uncomfortable. The sun glinted off the lake behind him.

"This is totally wrong of us," Risha hissed quietly.

"I'm so curious though," Ryli whispered back. "I've been teasing him all day; we've got to see something good."

Corso uneasily pulled his weapon off and set it down on the grass. He pulled his shirt over his head and both women sighed.

"Oh my, look at that," murmured Risha.

Ryli groaned, "Looking. Totally worth it. How is he so cut?" She nudged Risha, C'mon, don't you just want to run your tongue along those deep lines straight down his hips?"

"It is a tempting thought."

They watched him silently as he splashed water over himself from the lake.

"I will stop being snarky to Jedi if he takes his pants off right now," hissed Ryli.

Like he'd heard her, Corso moved back to the bank and pulled his pants down, stepping out of them carefully. He looked around again and slid his underwear down.

Both women sucked in their breath.

"That is NOT fair," Ryli whispered. "I love being snarky to Jedi. I don't want to stop."

"I guess living on a farm makes you grow up," Risha coughed, "big," She tilted her head as she looked, "And strong."

"I want to go jump him right now."

"Go for it."

Ryli shoved Risha and Risha shoved her back, both of them giggling. Corso laid his clothes out carefully and waded back into the lake. They both watched Corso as he splashed water over himself in the lake.

"Tell me again how you convinced him to do this?"

"I accidentally dropped a full cup of juice on him." Ryli laid her head on her crossed hands.

Risha snorted, "Accidentally."

"And then I tried to mop it up off his crotch with a small towel. We're too far from a shower for him to do anything else. I mean, other than stay sticky and uncomfortable." She smirked.

"Ryli Dela'sel, did you plan this?"

"I am shocked, shocked at your accusation and of course I did."

"And now you bring him fresh clothes unexpectedly?"

"That's the plan. Or maybe I just take his dirty ones and make him wade out." Ryli licked her lips.

"And you're just trying to get him to give in?"

"Always. It's the best game I've ever played."

"That's not true," Risha arched an eyebrow at her. "If it was, you would have won by now. In this game, you're going to fall for him." Ryli scoffed.

They both paused as Corso waded deeper, his hand clearly going to his groin.

"No way," breathed Ryli.

It looked like he sat down on the ground in the water and then his arm started to move slowly.

"I'm going down there," Ryli hissed.

"Of course you are." Risha rolled her eyes, "I'll see you back at the campsite."

Ryli slid back and moved down to the path that led to the lakefront. She turned on the stealth generator and picked up the bundle of clothes.

She walked down the path and took a moment to appreciate the sight of him in the water. She got as close on the shore to where he was in the water as she could, moving quietly under the generator.

Softly, over the water, she heard him groan, "Captain..."

She clicked the generator off and said, "Hey Riggs."

Corso spun, rising in shock, and then ducked down into the water. "Ca-Captain," he sputtered. He was redder than she'd ever seen before. She eyed him; he was panting slightly. She turned and gathered his juice stained clothes from the bank.

"I brought you fresh clothes; are you about done?"

Corso was so red, he looked like he was a pureblood.

"Are you alright?" she asked solicitously. "Is the water cold? I was thinking of coming in myself." She smirked inwardly at her word choice.

Corso swallowed hard and sank a little deeper in the water. "It's fine," he choked out, "But I'm almost done. I didn't see you there."

"I figured if you saw me coming, you'd head out," she said. Wow, we are not talking about the same things right now at all. Although judging by that new blush, maybe we are.

"Ah, no, I wouldn't leave," he said softly.

"Great!" she said, stripping off her pants, setting the generator down and wading in wearing only her shirt and underwear.

Corso watched her with something akin to horror and when the water hit her shirt, he sat back down on the ground under the water.

"Want me to get your back?" she asked innocently.

"No!"

"Why not?" she pouted.

Corso sighed, "Alright."

She waded close to him, noting how he was watching her almost entranced. She crossed behind him and ran her hands over his shoulder, scrubbing at his skin with her hand. And lingering in tight spots, she grinned to herself. She got all the way down his back and then reached down to his chest, rubbing his pecs. She groaned inwardly, So hot. And he has no idea.

"What are you doing?" His voice came out shaky.

"Making sure I get all the juice off of you. It was my fault."

His voice got more steel in it. "Then you need to hit a few other spots."

Ryli's throat caught. So he does want to play. She grinned. They haven't made a man yet I can't win this game with. "Turn around then," she said.

He stood up, water dripping off of him as he rose and turned to face her. Literally less than an inch below the water she could see his erection. His eyes were locked on her face, almost tauntingly. She ran her eyes over him, That is a wonderful sight right there, but you are going to lose this game, Farm Boy. She felt almost sad about it.

She reached her hands up and poured water from her cupped hands over his chest, scrubbing down his abs and finally washing his waist. She brushed the tip of him and he sucked a breath in. After she scrubbed those gorgeous trails on either side of his pelvis, she slid her hand in between his cock and his stomach, washing. Her eyes drifted up to gaze into his and he was trembling under her hand. She washed that spot again, the back of her hand drifting against him. She could feel him throbbing, tell he was aching and Dammit, just pull me onto you.

Abruptly, Corso moved away from her, but she managed to have her hand stroke along the length of him as he pulled back. He was breathing hard, not looking at her. "I'm clean enough," he said quietly, his voice thick with desire. His erection was breaking the surface of the water now.

She lifted the hem of her shirt and his breath caught, "Want to clean me?"

Corso made a sort of deep moan in the back of his throat and spun towards the shore. She sadly watched him scoop his clothes up from the shore, pull his dry clothes out of the bundle she'd brought and stalk down the path.

You should just give in, Corso. I don't have anything more to give, she thought.