The next day it, Bly found it hard not to stare at the expense of her back now that he knew what lay beneath her thin top.

He had always known Aayla was attractive. It was hard not to with the often less than appropriate responses she would get from locals whilst they were on missions. Something that would stop very quickly with one flash of her lightsaber or the cock of her men's guns.

But he hadn't really known it until now, the events of last night still burned into his mind.

He was mezmorised by the elegant sway of her hips. The way she moved with elegance of a dancer. His eyes trailed down the curve of her body that reminded him of the crest of a wave until they reached the leather belt wrapped around her hips. The belt secured her brown tightly that did nothing but enhance the size of her-

Nope. Bly thought, quickly shutting down that line of thinking and forcing himself to look away. A burst of shame flampered in his head. Not only was that an inappropriate thought about his general, it was also disrespectful about his friend.

So every time his mind started to wonder back to that direction he forced himself to think of what was hidden underneath Chancellor Palpatine's robes instead.

To Akira Hayama: I know you weren't! I'm sorry I can be quite self-deprecating! Yeah it would have been an interesting experience for Bly underneath his embarrassment. Again I can't really say I have a preference, although I do like the more humanoid aliens like twi-leks or Chiss. Xxxxxxxxx