Ashoka smile and said. "Hi, my name's Ashoka." As she starred at the young boy's handsome face he smiled and said. " Hi. My name is Boba Fett." Hm, Boba Fett, a handsome name for a handsome warrior. The thought made her face heat up even more in embarrassment, but she couldn't deny he was handsome. His hair dark hair was cut shirt, revealing a strong and handsome face. His bright blue eyes seemed to glow with and equal amount of determination and strength. His face seemed to radiate strength and confidence, and Ashoka couldn't help but to feel safe next to him.

Boba smiled and said with a grin. "Well Ashoka, did you find the fight entertaining? You seemed to rather enjoy watching the fight." Ashoka's eyes widened slightly. He watched me during the fight. But how? He didn't see me before the fight, so the only way would be if he noticed me during the fight. He noticed me during the fight? The thought made her want to blush. I had better make sure she thought to herself. " Oh, and am I supposed to believe you some how noticed me during the fight?"

Boba grinned mischievously before leaning forward until his lips were next to her ear and said in a quite voice. "How could I not notice some one as beautiful as you." His hot breath made her body shiver, and she had to stop herself from leaning forward and rubbing against him. As he spoke she felt the urge to purr. As he leaned back Ashoka mentally shook her head. Get a grip on you're self Ashoka. Just cause a hot, strong and great looking guy—WHAT? No, don't think about his strong arms and muscular chest or his, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME? I am a Jedi, I am a Jedi, I am a JEDI! Attachment is forbidden! We aren't supposed to be attracted to or flirt with others.

But as Ashoka thought these things, she couldn't help but to question those rules. When she was younger she had spent many nights wandering the halls, and had once come across two Jedi masters kissing in an empty hall way. Both had were very strict and cold normally. But at that moment the male had been grinning and his friend had been smiling and giggling. Giggling! Growing up she could remember a few teenage Jedi having relationships with other Jedi, and more than a few having a relationship with some one outside the Temple. Of course these relationships were always kept from the Masters, but that didn't matter. As she looked at Boba again she sighed and smiled. Well, it can't hurt to spend some time with him. It's not like I'm going to fall in love with him. Boy was she in for a surprise.

The two were soon talking and laughing, both enjoying the other;s company, both attracted to the other but neither wanted to admit it. As Boba starred at the young woman, he couldn't but to notice how beautiful she was. He had noticed her during the fight. Truth be told the reason that one of the thugs he had been fighting had landed a blow on him was because he had been starring at her. It had only been for a second, but that was all it had took. Now as he looked at her up close he realize she was even more beautiful than he had realized. He knew a lot of people were only attracted to their species, but he had no such problems. He knew that in his line of work being attracted to some one could be possibly be fatal, but tonight he didn't care. He had been alone since his father died, and was glad to finally find some one his age he could get along with.

Finally Ashoka worked up her courage and asked. "So Boba, where did you learn to fight like that." Boba's smiled dimmed, his eye's clouded over and Ashoka knew she had just asked the wrong question. Boba sighed and down his drink in one go and ordered another. He sighed again before he looked at her. "My father taught me everything I know. He was a bounty hunter and one of the best. At least that was until he died." Ashoka instantly felt bad but felt compelled to ask. "What happened?" Boba looked at his drink sadly before looking at her with eyes full of sorrow. " He was murdered in front of my eyes. All for working for and protecting a man he called a friend. I never had a mother, my father was the only friend or family I ever had."

Ashoka felt terrible now and was at loss for what to say. Way to go Ashoka! She thought to herself angrily. You finally meet some one here that's handsome and fun to be around and you blow it by asking a question like that. Think, think how to turn the mood around. Finally she thought of something and asked. "Well, tell me what he was like. From the way you speak of him I'm sure he was a good man and father." Boba looked at her and she almost sighed at the gratitude in his eyes, and Ashoke smiled in relief when Boba grinned and smiled again. " He was more than good, he was a great man, and great father. He cared for me and taught me everything he knew. Teaching me how to care for my self and how to protect myself and the one cared about. He taught me how to move, how to act, how to fight. But most of all he taught me how to survive and live my life. I miss him, but I know he died content, doing what he loved and did best. He was a Mandaliorian, as am I. We are a proud race, a race of warriors and to us to die in battle is the only way to leave this life. I am proud of who he was and am glad to call my self his son."

Ashoka smiled and downed her drink before ordering another. Boba saw this and smiled before ordering another himself. Soon Ashoka began to feel weird and a little tired. She had never had anything strong to drink before and was soon very tired. I feel so weird, and I'm kinda tired. I wish I could just close my eyes for a few minutes and rest. Ashoke looked around tiredly before her eyes rested on Boba who was asking the bartender about something. As Ashoka looked at him a cat like grin graced her face. Hm, those muscles look comfortable. I bet he'd make an excellent pillow. And before she knew it she had leaned over rested her head on his shoulder and wrapped an arm around his waist. Boba looked down in surprise to see Ashoka resting contently on his shoulder with a mischievous grin, her eyes closed.

Boba smiled and reached down and softly pulled her stool over so that it was right next to his and wrapped an arm around her waist. As he sat there, he waited for her to open her eyes and wake up. But after a half hour of her not moving and being disturbed by the music, he began to worry. What am I supposed to do? She's out cold. He thought to himself. She must have had a few drinks before we came to the bar. I can't just leave her hear. Sith only knows what would happen to a good looking girl like her. Hm, she never told me where she lives, so I can't bring her to her home. Home, hm, I got it! He paid the bar tender and smiled as he picked her up and carried her bridal style through the crowd. As he moved into the crowd the people quickly moved out of the way. They hadn't forgotten what he had done to the last people who messed with him. Some one who took on 16 men, knocked out 13 of them and killed the other three was not some one they wanted to mess with. Especially when said person was carrying a girl he had spent the last two hours talking and laughing with. He quickly made it to the entrance and walked out. As he walked out one of the bouncers walked up to him and said with a smile.

" So you're the kid who took out those clowns. You have my thanks, those idiots have been causing us bouncers no end of trouble, but our boss doesn't like us bouncers to kick to many people out, gives the place a bad rep. I doubt they're gonna come back, and after you killed those other three punks, I doubt any one's going to start any trouble. I talked to the other bouncers and we all agreed you and you're girlfriend are welcome here any time." Boba blushed when he called Ashoka his girlfriend, bu smiled and nodded. "Thanks. The names Boba Fett and her name's Ashoka. If anyone gives you guys any trouble, let me know and I'll take care of them, that way you're boss doesn't give you any trouble."

The bouncer smiled. "Will do. The names Akiel. Have a nice night." Boba nodded and walked over to the speed and gently lowered Ashoka in. He then hopped in and took off towards Slave One. When he arrived he jumped out and gently lifted Ashoka up and walked over towards Slave One and stopped at the ramp and typed in the ship's defense code. The ramp descended and strode in, the ramp closing behind him. The ship was much larger than a normal fighter, which allowed it the room to have a living room, kitchen, wash room and bed room. He walked into the bed room and lowered Ashoka on to the bed and smiled. He stared down at her for a moment before heading off to the wash room. He quickly washed up and took off his shirt and slipped into some soft pants. He always slept with his shirt off, made it easier to fight back in case you were attacked in you're sleep.

As he was doing this Ashoka was wondering about the situation and what to do. After she had fallen asleep at the bar she had woken up to find Boba gently carrying her through the crowd. At first she had wanted to yell at him, but he was being so gentle, and as he held her against him she had felt so good. And he had been a perfect gentlemen to her all night, so she decided to see what happened. She trusted him, and more importantly, she wanted to go with him, no, she needed to go with him. Something inside of her was telling her to let him take her with him. Something inside of her she had never realized excision before, something she couldn't fight and resist.

And so she waited and observed and waited. Soon the reached a large ship she assumed was his and as he carried her through the ship and gently laid her down on the bed, her thoughts raced. She thought about the Jedi code and all the times she had broken it before. She thought about how many times she had witnessed Jedi Knights and even Jedi Masters brake the codes. She remembered a female Jedi Knight had told her that Jedi followed the will of the Force, not the code. That if she felt something was right, that it was the will of the Force, even if it went against the Jedi Code, that she should do what was right.

As Ashoka lay there, thinking about these things, she came to a disision and waited. As Boba came back in and leaned over her to check on her, she grabbed him and pulled him down next to her. As he fell she rolled on top of him and grabbed his wrists and pinned him down. As she leaned over him and starred down at him, she dropped her mental barrier and gave into the feelings she had been so hard trying to suppress for the last few weeks. All the feelings she had spent so long trying to suppress came rushing into her, and she felt herself become overwhelmed with desire, until it grew until she felt it guide her every move. She smiled down at him seductively and took in his naked chest, lifting one hand and tracing his muscles with her finger tips, his skin soft and sensual beneath her hand. She smiled even more as she lowered her hand onto his stomach and felt his rock hard six pack. "My, my." She whispered huskily. "You do work out."

Boba starred up at Ashoka in shock, his heart beating rapidly. She was smiling at him, and he could see the untamed lust and hunger in her eyes. He tried to control himself, but his chest felt as if it was fire, and as Ashoka's hand traced his muscles his chest began to ache with desire. Is this wrong? He wondered. I want her. I know I do. He thought to himself breathlessly. I want her so bad. But he still felt wrong, that this wasn't right. Then he realized why, I need to know. I need to know if this is her or the alcohol. I won't forgive myself for taking advantage of her like this. "Ashoka." He gasped out, barely able to speak, his voice husky.

Ashoka grinned at his voice. "What is Boba." She whispered softly. "I, I have to ask. Are you sure this is what you want. This is what you want." Ashoka stopped her hand movements and looked at him. "Boba." She said softly. "I know what I want. What do you want." He voice was soft and seductive, and as he starred into her eyes and listened to her voice, all reservations he had fled leaving only certainty. He wanted her, he needed her, and she wanted him back. He suddenly grabbed her and rolled over on top of her. As he landed on top of her he leaned forward and crashed his lips against her, kissing her eagerly, the fire in his chest driving his passion even further.

Ashoka felt better than she ever had in her entire life. The taste of Boba's lips against hers, and the his scent filling her nose made her feeling both content and yet at the same time made her feel an even greater hunger, one that had to be sated. The feeling of his strong arms wrapped around her made her feel safe and put to ease any fears she had about what they were doing. I don't care about the consequences. I need this, I love this. Boba will protect me. I need him I need all of him. I want all of him. As she thought this she suddenly thought. Is this what love is like, this burning passion? This feeling of complete safety and feeling at ease? If it is, I, want more!

At this point Ashoka closed her eyes and stopped thinking all together and let her emotions and instincts guide her. As she rubbed herself against Boba's chest, she reached down and gripped Boba's hand and guided it up to her chest and under her top. As he squeezed her breast she squirmed in pleasure. Seconds later he ripped off her top and kissed her fiercely, his hands squeezing both her breast , driving the breath from her chest and making her gasp for breath. As she gasped for air she felt something hard brush against her thigh and looked down to see Boba's pants bulging. With a grin she reached down and gripped Boba's manhood, making him gasp for air. This was too much for Boba. He needed her, and he needed her now. He reached down and ripped his pants off, his painfully erect manhood standing at attenting, ready. He reached between Ashoka's leg and began to rub her softly. As she moaned he grinned and kissed her neck.

Ashoka felt his hand rubbing against her and she couldn't take it any more. Her entire body felt like it was going to explode. She reached down and grabbed her dress and pulled it off, leaving her naked and panting. As Boba slowly rubbed his hands against her, she grabbed his hand and moaned. "Boba, I can't take it any more. I need you, I want you and I want you now!" She yelled the last part, wanting him to know how badly she wanted him.

Boba looked down at Ashoka, who lay beneath him, naked and panting. Her face flushed and beautiful. Her small delicious breasts rising and falling rapidly. "I want you to Ashoka. I want you so bad. I want to take you and make you mine. Are you sure you want this?" Ashoka grabbed his shoulders and wrapped her legs around her waist and pulled down with all her might, pulling Boba onto and into her with such force she felt like he was impaling her. As he thrust into her she screamed in pleasure and pain. Seconds passed and Boba asked in fear."Ashoka, are you alright?" Her fire filled kiss and soft moan were all the response he needed. Moved out plunged into her again, this time their was no pain in her moan, only ecstasy. Growing more confident and picked up his pace, unable to slow down, his body driving him faster.

Ashoke was unable to think or move, all she could focus on was the growing sense of urgency. She could feel Boba speeding up and she moaned and gasped, urging him on when ever she could breath. Soon she could feel a growing sensation appearing in her stomach. Soon she reached her peak and suddenly she felt her about to break she wrapped her legs around Boba's waist and pulled him into her. As Boba felt Ashoka's leg's around his waist he felt like he was about to burst and grabbed Ashoka and pulled her against him and felt himself explode inside of her. As he did she screamed his name and before he knew it he screamed her name as well.

As they climaxed they both suddenly blacked out and fell side by side, unaware of what had happened. The reason Ashoka had felt such restless lately because her body had been seeking a mate. When Boba had defeated those 16 men he had proved his strength and she had subconsciously chosen him.

And the reason they had felt such passion was because of the bonding ritual they had just completed. As they lay next to each other, they hand's clasped each other, and as they slept side by side, their mind's bonded and their bodies glowed. Soon their was a blinding flash and loud boom before the glow left. And all that remained of the ritual was the strange tattoo mark on their necks.

Wow that was a long chapter. Okay, first things first. There WAS a reason the lemon scene took so long, and that will be explained later. Second, the ritual and the marks will be explained later. Third, future lemons scene, if taken place, won't be as long. ( If however you found that lemon scene and the way I wrote it good, tell me and I may use that style in future lemon scenes. Or not. Don't know)

Next time, the consequences and what they mean.