Dans le bleu - dans les milieux

A Clone Wars fanfiction

Rated T

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A/N: A HUUUUGE thanks to all my reviewers! Chapter three got an amazing response, and I apologize for making you wait so long for part four. Hopefully the next chapter won't take as long.

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Smoke drifted soundlessly from the celling of the tented room, falling in contented wisps around the duros on the animal skin carpet. He let another stream of the Correlian spice exit his lips before tapping the pipe against his knee in a random sort of rhythm.

Normally he didn't bother much with these spice houses, preferring to spend his credits on cheap tobacco instead. But they were a good opportunity to sit and think, which is precisely what he needed at the moment.

The shopkeep was an old Weequay man, nodding off into sleep directly across from Bane. Something clattered to his left and he turned lazily to find Alama rummaging around through the old man's various collectibles. They would run into each other occasionally by accident, and Bane took some strange comfort in knowing Alama might be the only other person slightly crazier than he was.

"So what about this girl?" the pirate turned to stare at Bane, simultaneously shoving coins and pins into his pocket.

"What about her..." Bane repeated incredulously, slightly annoyed for reasons unknown to him. He tapped some spice out of the pipe.

"I want her. Bad."

Alama was now looking at the shopkeep's liquor, uncorking various bottles and sniffing their contents.

"I've never wanted anyone 'dis badly..." Bane continued, more than aware he was now just mumbling to himself. He shook his head trying to clear it. The spice was getting to him. He tapped the rest of it out on the carpet. The old man was beginning to snore.

"Grab a pint?" Alama suggested. Bane noticed the boy's satchel was clinking from the stolen liquor bottles pressing against each other. He flicked out his knife and cut down a mask made from an Aqualish skull off the side of the tented room. It would look good on the hull of the Xanadu.

"Some other time."


circles and circles and circles again

the girl's in circles and circles

got to stop spinning...


Ahsoka couldn't stop staring at herself. The tiny mirror in the Xanadu's fresher hardly showed the entire ensemble, but even just looking at her face and exposed shoulders was enough. She looked like a completely different person.

She had put her headtails up in an elegant design and tied the tips of them together with her remaining padawan braid. The effect, she had to admit, was lovely, but it was very uncomfortable. 'Pain is beauty' she remembered one of Senator Amidala's handmaidens had told her once. She couldn't have described the situation any better.

She cringed and glanced down at her body once more. The dress was beautiful, but it was much too big. Her petite breasts were practically falling out and it hung much lower than her feet. It was already far too sheer, more than just a hint of her assets visible through the material. The thin strings at the top tied behind her neck in a knot, leaving her back completely uncovered. She wore simple gold sandals she thought looked great with her skin tone. Everything about it seemed to bombard her with new emotions she wasn't quite ready to face.

'Force, I can't go out there looking like this!'

With a grunt, she hiked the dress up enough so she wouldn't trip on it and walked out of the fresher toward her 'date.'


Bane couldn't stop starring at himself. He looked like a kriffing idiot. With a sneer and a growl he turned away from the filthy mirror, preferring rather to just lean against the wall and wait for his 'date' to emerge. He saw the door slide open halfway and then stop, a stream of light painting the floor. He saw the tips of her sandaled feet shifting nervously.

"Bane?"

"What?" he barked. "Are you done yet?"

"Almost..."

"What do you mean 'almost?' Get out of de' fresher."

The door lifted the rest of the way and she walked out slowly, apprehensively, holding the dress up with one hand. The back light from the fresher hit her hard and Bane couldn't quite make out her appearance as much as he would have liked. When the door closed, and she was plunged into the more flattering light of the main room, he was well aware of his jaw dropping.

She looked older, and yet the strange way the baggy material hung only accentuated her youth all the more. He'd known it was the right color for her, but he didn't know just how right he had been. The light hit the dress in just the right places, causing the sheer fabric to shimmer as it flowed. And her body... it was clearly defined under the dress, a beautiful silhouetted outline that was beginning to affect him more than he would have liked. He cleared his throat and forced one of his more generic expressions to cross his features. He didn't want her seeing just what she was doing to him.

She wrung her hands in front of her and looked down, "It's a little big. Uhm... I was hoping maybe you had something...?"

He arched a weathered brow, not quite following her at first. Assuming she meant a belt of some kind, he moved across the ship's living quarters and over to a storage closet. As he began to look, Ahsoka took the rare opportunity to examine him. She couldn't remember ever seeing him not with his holsters or his duster and hat.

He wore formfitting black pants and black boots up to his knees. He wore a cream colored long sleeve knit shirt with the buttons open up top, showing off his long neck and excentuated collarbone. The shirt hugged his abs and stomach nicely, showing Ahsoka what a nice body he really had. Over the shirt he wore a plain, deep blue blazer that looked to be made of some sort of skin. Ahsoka wasn't sure what kind, but it looked to feel soft and smooth.

She would have never been able to picture him in formal wear, but she had to admit he came to a flattering middle point. He looked... good. Great even. She was beginning to worry herself with these thoughts.

She was surprised when something was tossed at her from across the room. Catching it, she realized it was a hand woven belt that tied instead of snapped. She shrugged and began to tie it tightly around her waist, all too aware of Bane and his piercing gaze roaming over her body. When it was done she pulled some of the dress up and had it pool over the belt, obstructing it from view almost entirely. She could walk now without tripping over it, so that was good. But now the top hung even lower over her breasts. She covered her chest slightly with a hand, embarrassed. Bane seemed to tune into the reason for her discomfort and growled slightly.

"C'mere..." he waved her over but didn't even wait for her to move until he started walking toward her. Being close to him wasn't too much of an issue anymore, but Ahsoka still couldn't bring herself to look up at him as he stood in front of her.

"Turn around." He ordered. She did, already feeling her cheeks flush in embarrassment. Bane began to untie the knot at the back of her neck. A thick, permeating silence seemed to fill the room as the irony was not lost on either of them.

Bane tied the knot even tighter, noticing the goosebumps on the young girl's skin as his fingertips made slight contact. He left his fingers intwined in the string a few seconds longer than necessary, using the opportunity to take in the back view of the ensemble.

He knew it would look good on her, but gods be damned it was almost too perfect. He shook his head, amazed that he was actually taken off guard by all this. He was not a man who liked surprises.

The way she could revert him into some foggy headed fool just by standing there and looking good was starting to take it's toll on the duros.

What was wrong with him?

Feeling his jaw clench up at the thought of his weakness, he was almost unaware of his scared hands moving from the knot of the dress and onto her exposed shoulders. He gave them a tight, uncomfortable squeeze, watching with strange delight as she began to tense up. Feeling somewhat better and a little more confident, he took a step closer to her, just enough so she could feel the heat from his body, so she could feel him rock slightly into her.

"Do you have any idea -" , he pushed against her, "- what red does to me?"

She swallowed audibly, turning her head slightly to take him in before quickly turning around again. Oh yes, he liked this scenario much better. He squeezed her shoulders briefly before lightly trailing his fingers down her exposed back. He felt her shiver. A switch in control and he was back to feeling like his old self.

"It's a shame really..." he began, more than a hint of a condescending air to his voice, "dat chu're so thin. Men like curves, ya know..." He cocked his head to the side, amused at her slightly deflated posture. He ran one of his fingers ever so slightly under the opening at the back of the dress, feeling the smooth, hot skin of the top of her ass. Her sharp intake of breath was all he needed to start the night off right.

"Stop..." she said, with less bravado than she hoped, pulling away from him. He leered intimately at her, his eyes thin and his fangs bright against the blue of his skin. Her features softened slightly before morphing into a slightly more unsure expression.

"Um... I'll be in the cockpit..."

With that she hiked up the dress and moved out of the room as quickly as she could manage. Bane chuckled darkly, smoothing out his attire before lazily sauntering in to join her. Passing by the spot where she had stood, his eyelids twitched at a slightly strong and musky scent.

He paused.

One blessing and curse to all of the shady places he had to do his dealings in was the unmistakable scent of sex, filth, and pheromones in the air. It's the one thing that made him and others of his species such vigorous lovers, their over sensitive scent glands. When a partner (or in his case a one night stand), was in heat, he could pick it up in their bodily aromas, and it in turn sent him into a frenzied sex drive. And of course, gods help the man or woman he took an interest in during duros mating season. He was never sure if he anticipated or dreaded it. Either way it left him drained for weeks after, and left his "counterparts" with stories for the rest of their lives.

Standing where Ahsoka had been, the unmistakable scent of arousal wafted through his pores. He felt a growl in the back of his throat, along with his slacks becoming slightly tighter.

She was not going to make this easy for him tonight.

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A/N: There will be one more chapter (a long one) and then a short epilogue hopefully. For those interested in the party outfits, I've provided a link to artwork of them in the reviews.