Alderaan - the Juran Mountains

The old hut looked the same as it always did. One bedroom, one refresher with a shower and no bath, a kitchen and dining room combination and a sitting area with just enough room for a small sofa were all that it consisted of. It had been built deep in the mountains, far away from anything or anyone, by an old timer after one of Alderaan's civil wars. All he had wanted to do was get away but, as fate would have it, he didn't get to enjoy his new home very long. Less than a year after it was finished, he slipped on an icy patch along one of the paths and plummeted seventy meters to his death. The place was abandoned until it was rediscovered by a Republic military unit during the Great Galactic War and the Liberation of Alderaan.

Jedi Master Satele Shan gazed the hut, considering the current circumstances. As she always did when engaging in these clandestine rendezvous, she couldn't help but think that she shouldn't be doing this. Taking a breath that was shaky with the mixed emotions of anxiety and exhilaration, she went to the door of the hut. With a light tap, the door slid open and she ducked inside.

It was dark in the cabin, the only light thus far coming through windows on either side of the door and a skylight. None of the hut's interior lighting was on but she could still sense him there. With an amused smile playing around her well formed lips, Satele said into the darkness, "You know that I can sense you, Jace, so there's no point in trying to startle me."

From right behind her, a pair of large hands settled on her shoulders and a deep voice rumbled, "Who said anything about startling you, Satele? I only just got here a minute or two ago, myself."

There was always something sensual about his voice during these secret encounters. The way that it rumbled and the intimate timber of the tone made Satele's heart flutter and her breath catch. Biting her lower lip, she felt like a teenager, not a dignified Jedi Master. "We shouldn't be doing this;" she whispered half-heartedly as he pulled the long brown Jedi cloak of her shoulders.

The response was a deep chuckle and a question. "Are you going to say that every time we meet?"

Jace Malcom's large hands were now massaging her shoulders firmly yet gently. Unable to help herself, Satele gasped and moaned with pleasure as the knots in her shoulders, upper back and neck began to relax. After almost a minute, she answered, "Probably, yes; much as I enjoy this, I'm still apprehensive."

When his hands lifted off her shoulders, Satele turned around. With a flick of her hands, a few of the internal lights turned on and she saw his face. It was still heavily scarred from that fateful day here on Alderaan when Jace and she had taken on Darth Malgus during a Republic ambush of Imperial forces. Smiling affectionately, she reached up with one hand and ran her hands along the red furrows and grooves along one cheek. With a tender smile that were belied by his massive size and fierce appearance, Jace Malcom smiled and placed one large hand over hers, leaning into the warmth of it.

Despite her words of caution, Satele stood on the tips of her toes, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Muscular, powerful arms wrapped around her slight form and pulled her securely against him as he returned the kiss. "I've missed you, Satele;" he murmured after they separated for air.

"I've missed you too;" she murmured before kissing the scars on his face.

Jace let her go and said, "I brought some food and something to drink. Are you hungry?"

"Field rations?" she asked wryly, lifting one well-groomed eyebrow.

Jace chuckled and reached into a ruck sack leaning against the wall. "Not just any field rations, Hon. The best field rations the Republic military has to offer."

He displayed the large package with such satisfaction and pride that Satele laughed. "Noodles with nerf nuggets, I'll wager? Probably smothered in some kind of sauce."

"You got that right;" said Jace as he ripped it open. From his pack, he pulled a large pot and filled it with water. Putting it on the stove, he activated the burner and began sorting through the field ration pack.

Satele stepped up beside him to help and she was pleasantly surprised to see that it was one of the more exotic ration packs with enough for several individuals in it. Aside from the main meal, there were packages of dried fruit, biscuits and even some packaged pastries. "Here you go;" said Jace, tearing open one and handing it to her.

Even though it was probably processed to the point of having no nutrition, Satele smiled and took a bite. "I've forgotten how good these can be;" she said around a mouthful. "They could use some milk or something though."

Jace chuckled and pulled a bottle of expensive looking champagne from his pack. "Sorry, no milk. How about this instead?"

"Well I'm not sure how it will taste with the pastry;" she chuckled before taking another bite.

The water began to boil pleasantly and Jace opened the main dish of the meal and poured it all in. "Let's see, this should be ready in about fifteen minutes;" he said casually before turning his smoldering eyes on Satele. "What should we do for fifteen minutes?"

"Well not that;" she laughed, setting her half eaten pastry to the side. "It would be more fun for you than it would for me, I think."

Jace shrugged as he poured to glasses of champagne for them. "Fine by me. I can wait until after dinner. Let's go sit."

He sat at the couch and Satele sat sideways on his lap, snuggling securely in his arms. Between sips of champagne, Malcom kissed her - on the lips, along the jaw, down her slender neck and along the line of her hair. Each kiss sent thrills of delight along Satele's body. By the time the food was ready, Satele was thoroughly riled up and tempted to tell Malcom to forget about dinner. But the food smelled good and she was quite hungry.

Taking the noodles and nuggets and putting them into two bowls, Jace served them with biscuits flavored with a butter like substance. All in all, it was pretty tasty and filling. Jace ate a portion at least three times larger than Satele's and she was quite full when she pushed her bowl away. "Not bad for field rations;" she said, "shall we return to the couch?"

The big soldier was all too eager and they returned to their position on the sofa. Jace was taken aback by how aggressively Satele began to kiss him. Her arms were wrapped around his head and neck and she was attacking his lips passionately. When they had to stop to breath, he rasped, "Damn, Satele! Are you alright?"

"Yes;" she answered, running a small hand through his short, military cut hair. "I've just missed you."

His heavily scarred face broke into an even bigger smile and he rumbled, "I missed you too."

Satele's face was flushed as she unbuckled her belt and set it on a ledge behind the sofa. Jace's warm brown eyes twinkled and he waggled his eyebrows. "I guess the show's beginning."

Satele blushed even more and said, "Jace! Do you have to make everything so... so... uncouth?"

Jace chuckled as she stood and said, "I'm sorry, Hon. I'm a soldier and despite my best efforts, uncouth sometimes comes with the territory."

She was already removing her mantel, allowing the heavy, sleeveless garment to softly rustle to the floor. Jace was working on his boots as well. Suddenly, the buckles just unclasped and he fell onto the couch with a startle yelp. His feet lifted, the boots sliding off in a moment. Wide eyed, he stared at Satele. The look of mischief on her face caused him to catch his breath. "I'm a Jedi and despite my best efforts, I sometimes can't wait for you to figure out those ridiculous boots and uniforms."

"What else can you do with the force?" he asked, his voice slightly hoarse.

Satele laughed as she let her black hair down. "Maybe, just maybe, I'll show you a thing or two."

Cursing, Jace stood and began to shed all of his clothing as quickly as possible. Satele was already down to her basic undergarments and, as soon as Jace was, she flung herself into him, attempting to tackle him onto the couch. Jace caught her and kissed her, carrying her towards the single bedroom and allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist. Satele, once she got going, was a veracious lover. As Jace laid her on her back, she seemed to refuse to let go of him and she rubbed and mashed the whole of her body against him. "Satele;" he tried to grown as she continued to mash his lips, "getting cold."

"I'll warm you up;" she said between kissing.

"Satele;" he groaned and she sighed and conceded. "Fine, get the blanket and hurry up. You worked hard to get me in this state and you had better not just leave me to suffer in it."

Jace chuckled and ran out to his gear. From the ruck sack he pulled a thick blanket. Upon returning to the bedroom, he found his Jedi lover naked and smirking at him. Pointing at his last remaining garment, she said, "You are not allowed to come to bed until those are gone."

And, in one quick motion, they were gone and he was covering her body with his, kissing her and holding her much smaller body against his.

Satele was more than ready for Jace to take her as he had before. She wanted desperately for him to penetrate her and fill her body with pleasure. But he didn't - at least not immediately. Instead, he bushed her gently back onto the bed and began to kiss along her jaw and neck again. Satele gasped and said, "Jace! What are you doing?"

"What do you mean?" he asked before nibbling lightly on the crook of her neck and shoulder. Satele moaned a deep, throaty moan and wrapped an arm around his head.

"You know exactly what I mean!" she gasped as he continued his ministrations. "We've already had plenty of foreplay and- AAHHH!"

When Jace gave a low, devious chuckle, Satele realized that he was teasing her - kissing her and caressing her sensitive body until she was utterly desperate for him. He had never done this before. Usually he was not so cruel as to leave her so desperately needing him while continuing to drive her need and arousal. "Jace please! I'm begging you!"

Even as she begged for him to fulfill her, the whole situation was so arousing and sensual that Satele found herself enjoying every moment of it. Even so, she begged again, "Jace, why are you prolonging my suffering?"

After planting a kiss just below her collar bones, he rumbled, "You don't sound like your suffering, Satele. Judging by all that noise you're making, you're enjoying this quite a bit."

"But I need you;" she whimpered as his head dipped down towards her breasts.

"You have me right here;" he said before nipping at one of the pebbled tips of her breasts.

"That's not what I mean and you know it, Jace;" she moaned as the pleasured zinged through the whole of her body like electrical currents. Suddenly she felt a pair of his large and callused fingers press between the folds of her womanhood and put pressure on exactly the right spot with perfect precision. Satele squealed in a surprisingly girlish way and, deep in the back of her mind, was a little embarrassed by it. Her body clenched around his fingers and, though they were providing her a great deal of intense and pleasurable sensation, she needed more. She need him and his throbbing manhood.

In a voice that was nearly whining, Satele said, "Jace, you do so many wonderful things to me but please use your... your..."

This time when he chuckled, Jace's voice was filled with amusement. "Use my what, Satele?"

Having had enough of his teasing, Satele did the last thing she had ever thought she would in her entire life and career as a Jedi. Stretching out to the force, she lifted the larger man off of her and wriggled out from under him before flipping him over and lowering him back to the bed. "You, Jace Malcom, are playing with fire." she said.

Jace's eyes were wide with shock. Satele stood in all her naked glory, one hand outstretched towards him and pinning him to the bed. Her face had a hard and almost malicious smile on it. As she held him there, she crawled onto the bad and straddled his hips. Reaching down, she grabbed his hard and impressive manhood and said in a voice that sounded like a Sith Lord's, "You think that you can just torture me with your mouth and your fingers and keep me from this - the thing I really need and not be punished for it? It's not wise to toy with a Jedi Master, soldier. I figured you'd know that by now."

Gasping and moaning as she did, Satele allowed herself to sink down onto his manhood until she had bottomed out on his hips. As she adjusted, she smiled down at him and said, "This is what we both wanted. Why you wouldn't just give it to me, I'll never understand but there must be consequences, my love."

Leaning forward and placing her hands on his muscular chest, Satele began to raise and lower her hips, gasping and biting her bottom lip as she did. "Stars!;" she said, "I'll never get used to this!"

Jace was still trying to move and yet the force still help him pinned against the small bed. "Satele, what are you doing?" he groaned as she continued her movements.

The innocence in her voice was ruined as she moaned with pleasure and asked disjointedly, "What do you mean?"

"Let me up!"

Satele just smiled and continued to raise and lower herself on him, keeping him pinned to the bed. Furthermore, as her inner muscles tightened around his prodigious manhood, the pressure within it only increased, as if something was squeezing him off at the base of his manhood and preventing him from reaching his climax. Clearly no such prevention was placed on the Jedi Master however. Satele's eyes began to roll back as she increased her speed and the force with which she was pressing down onto him. "Oh stars!" she would moan, "Oh stars!"

"Satele;" said Jace, a hint of pleading entering his voice now. "Satele, please! You're killing me here!"

"Really? Is it torturous, Jace? Does it drive you crazy and desperate?" asked Satele as her head lolled backward and her speed and force increased again. "Does it make you want to pass out to end the suffering of your deprivation?"

"Yes;" said the big soldier as he tried, once again to move his hands. "I will do anything, Satele! Anything that you want, just please stop whatever you're doing!"

He wanted to grab her and kiss her and to taste her soft flesh and to lavish all his attention on her glorious body so that, when she climaxed, it would be the most intense climax she had ever had but still, she pinned him to the bed.

Clearly her climax was approaching because her eyes were fluttering and her breathing went from huffing inhales and exhales to wanton moans that interrupted her speech. "Anything, Jace? You'll do anything that I want?"

"Anything;" he insisted, once again trying to move his hand in vain. "Just tell me what you want!"

Just like that, she stopped and leaned down to whisper, "I want you to flip me over and make love to me like you were supposed to before you decided to tease and torture me to the point of nearly succumbing to the dark side."

Finally, Jace could move and he did as she said. Wrapping an arm around her, he rolled her over and laid her against the bed, kissing her as if her lips and her lips alone could keep him alive in the universe. Once she was on her back again, he took her hips in his large hands and began to desperately thrust into her. Satele's hands were pushing against the wall at the head of the bed. No noise uttered from her mouth as her back arched and her legs began to tremble from the force of her massive climax. Jace was immediately behind her. He could feel her concentration break and her hold on the base of his manhood relax and the force of his own orgasm was so powerful that spots exploded in his vision. The world around him became unclear and everything seemed to suddenly become double. Even so, he didn't stop until both of their bodies were no longer wracked with spasms. Gasping for breath, he picked her up and laid down with Satele resting against his chest. "That will teach you;" she sighed, "don't tease a Jedi Master."

Jace chuckled and said, "I don't know. You seemed to enjoy it at least a little bit. The end result was pretty spectacular at least."

"True;" chuckled Satele. "after you finally gave me what I've been looking forward to for months."

They lay close together and warm beneath the thick blanket, reveling in the skin-on-skin contact. "How long are you on leave?" asked Satele as she ran the tips of her fingers along the rippling muscles of his chest.

"A standard week;" he said. "One of the perks of becoming the general of a brigade."

Satele smiled, "I totally forgot about that!"

She stretched upward and kissed his lips. "Congratulations on your promotion, General. You'll serve the Republic well in your new position."

The scarred man smiled. "I sure hope to and plan to. My executive officer Elin Garza is a sharp one. She has some pretty inventive and revolutionary ideas for the Special Forces Division."

"How goes the campaign at Gell Mattar?"

Malcom sighed and shifted a little. "It's getting hard. The damned Imperials are doing anything and everything to stop us no matter who gets hurt or what damage they cause. Kriffing barbaric disgusting animals."

Satele froze momentarily at the pure hate in his voice. "You really hate them, don't you?" she asked quietly, still brushing her fingers along his chest.

She could sense his hesitation but they both knew he couldn't lie to her. "I do;" he growled. "Everything about them - their Sith Masters, their Emperor, their disgusting slave culture and their deceptive politics and diplomacy. Every bit of it is evil and should be destroyed."

Satele bit her lip, choosing her words very carefully. "And the citizens of the Empire and the slaves of the Empire, what about them? Should they die in the firestorm as well."

That brought on another lengthy silence until Jace replied carefully. "They are just mindless slaves under the Imperial government's heel, so accustomed to the lives they have that they don't even realize that they're oppressed."

"That doesn't answer my question;" she murmured quietly as a heavy ache set into her heart.

The man that she loved was become consumed by hate. "Satele;" he said quietly, "I understand that you're a Jedi Master and that such extreme ideas are forbidden to you and, by the force, I love you all the more for it. Your ability to have compassion for anyone is admirable and wonderful. But I need this. This motivates me and drives me. I need that drive and motivation or the decision I'm going to be making will cripple me and neither I nor the Republic can afford that."

Satele wouldn't meet his eyes for some time until, smiling tentatively, he used one large hand to lift her chin and look him in the eyes. "But enough of this talk, Satele. We're away from everything - from Coruscant, from war and from any other heavy issues. All we have is you and me and some high end field rations, cheap champagne and absolutely no clothing. No room for heavy hearts or deep concerns here. Stars above! The bed is already small without them."

That got Satele to smile and kiss him again. She firmly put aside her anxieties and focused on the issue at hand - her love for Jace Malcom and his for her. Smiling into the kiss, she ran her tongue along his lower lip and bit it just slightly. Jace gave a husky chuckled and gave her rear end a squeeze. Satele gasped and pulled away. "Jace! What in the name-"

"Oh come on;" he laughed, pulling her back against him gently. "That's not the first time I've given your rear a squeeze."

"I know;" she muttered, "you just surprised me. It's so... so..."

Jace's smile only grew as Satele blushed and struggled to find the word. When she couldn't seem to articulate, he laughed and kissed her silent before saying, "Honey, we've been together for months now and you can still be as abashed and flustered as a farm girl."

"Oh? And how much experience do you have with farm girls?" demanded Satele, lightly smacking his chest.

A very uncharacteristic blush appeared under the mass of scars and Jace's face and he said, "Um... not... that much?"

Satele laughed and shook her head before kissing him again. "I love you, Jace;" she murmured, "no matter how many farm girls are in your past."

Jace's craggy face was so filled with love that every harsh and hateful word he had uttered was forgotten as he kissed her again and wrapped her slight body in his burly arms. His questing lips grew more and more insistent and she moaned as he kiss her cheek and then along her jaw. "You're going to torture me again, aren't you?" she asked breathlessly.

Jace's deep rumbling chuckle was her only answer as he nipped at her ear. As he kissed and caressed her, Satele felt something beneath the heavy blanket prodding her rear end and smiled. As he continued to kiss her, she began to maneuver herself so that his prodigious manhood was pressed between them. As soon as he was, she began to grind and roll herself over him, dragging a groan from deep in his throat. This time, it was her turn to chuckle mischievously and purr, "Who do you think will last longer before absolutely needing the other - me or you, Jace?"

She rolled her hips again and claimed his lips with another kiss and it quickly became clear that he was going to give first. Jace's large hands began to caress her more urgently and his breathing and his kisses became more and more desperate as she continued to grind against him. Finally, he wrapped his arms around her and wriggled around on the small bed until he was above her again, kissing her all the while. "Finally!" gasped Satele, having nearly reached her limit herself.

Carefully, he position himself and entered her smoothly. Satele gasped and arched her back as he stretched her wonderfully again. "Jace;" she murmured, "take it slow. Just take it slow and let's make this last as long as possible."

Jace smiled and slowly began making love to her. His rhythm was steady but not fast as he continued to go between kissing her body and kissing her lips. Satele returned each kiss and ran a hand through his short hair as he lavished her body, gasping and moaning with each motion. They quickly became lost in one another, wanting nothing more than to be as close and as intertwined as possible. However, even without their realizing it, they movements became faster, more intense and more desperate as they sought out fulfillment in one another. As Jace thrust with greater speed and more force, Satele wrapped her arms around his upper back and neck and held on for the ride, reveling in the bliss of their intercourse. As her orgasm crashed over her, she was vaguely aware of Jace murmuring loving and affectionate words in her ears, making promises to always love her. He called her beautiful and wonderful and as his own completion was reached, he gasped that she would always be hers. The words were sweet and they touched her heart and as they lay there gasping, a tear rolled down her cheek.

Satele loved him. With all of her being, she loved him. Promises of loving him and evening vowing the leave the Jedi Order if needs be in order to stay with him almost flooded from her heart and out her mouth - almost. As she realized what she was about to see, she froze. She was a Jedi Master - a leader and teacher in the Jedi Order. How could she think of such things? Was her love for Jace already causing her to lose sight of herself? The notion terrified her.

Taking a deep breath, she allowed to snuggle into her lover's arms and left the outflow of her heart unsaid. Sometime later, she would have to meditate on their relationship and how it was changing her. But that was sometime later. Right now, she would stay with him and love with him until they both had to return to reality.