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Look at Us Now

Dillon was held to the table.

He was screaming rebuke, spitting at his torturers. He saw one of them, eyes widening in horror and disbelief. He shook his head with rage before he thrashed harder.

The figure watching didn't budge when slices of the Force cut down two beside him, splitting their bellies open.

"No, why are you doing this?" Dillon spat. "What's wrong with you?"

The figure quietly turned, raising one hand and two troopers made their way to Dillon's side, adjusting a machine. His eyes filled, his jaw seized when it was attached to his head. It didn't take long before a surge of electricity passed through his body.

His piercing scream filled the air.

The torture continued again.

And again.

Dillon watched other Jedi forced to walk across glass and he the same. His silent torturer simply observed from behind a glass wall. Dillon glared at him, spitting at it before unleashing a stream of obscenities that cursed his name, his people and everyone who came before him. Behind him, one Jedi had been gunned down by laser fire.

A cold smile from the silent being.

Dillon was strapped to the table and he let out an enraged snarl, thrashing his head like a rabid dog the moment they pried his mouth open, grasping his tongue with pliers. The silent torturer held up a cutter and chuckled softly.

"He doesn't need his tongue." a doctor said, quietly nearby.

Dillon's eyes widened and he let out anguished shrieks of rebuke.

Before they were silenced.

The hotel manager didn't ask questions as the bloody woman and Sienna made their way into the room together. Sienna had been rather quiet the entire time, but Trilla didn't ask about that either. Her mind went to the room and what they were going to do afterwards.

The room was sparse, but comfortable. There was a warmth coming from a heater nearby, a small window covered by a blanket made up of wool. The walls and shelves were mostly bare, save for a few things of blankets and soaps.

"Oh!" Sienna sniffed the air, smiling her approval. "It smells quite clean."

"Yes." Trilla laughed quietly as Sienna helped her at the edge of the bed. She flinched a little at the sharp sting at her side, moving her hand to it. "Like a freshly bathed Bantha, I suppose. Still, I suppose I've stayed at worse places than this."

Sienna shared a laugh with her, too. Then, she took a seat at her side. "Alright, let's get that off and I can heal your wounds."

Trilla nodded, raising her hands as Sienna helped her out of her coat, then her shirt beneath so that it left her bare chested. She hissed sharply, earning a quick look of concern.

"It's alright," she assured her, tone softer, "It's not so bad, really."

Sienna seemed reassured by that and her hand touched the wound at her side. Her hand hovered over the blood and sliced flesh. Trilla sat perfectly still, watching the way the wound slowly knit itself from Sienna's intense focus. It was relaxing a little and she found that she was comfortable. There was no shame in her nudity, no reason to fear the touch.

"I saw Dillon," Sienna said, quietly, "I saw what they did to him. He fought back as much as he could. He was brave. But...after a while he...couldn't do it anymore. He spat at them and they..." She blinked rapidly, forcing strength in her voice. "They did terrible things to him."

Trilla swallowed thickly. She could imagine what Dillon had endured; most Jedi she'd known had suffered fates far worse than her own. She simply didn't want to think about that anymore.

"Is that something the Empire had done to..." A brief moment of hesitation from Sienna now before she tilted her head in Trilla's direction. "Have they done that sort of thing to others?"

"Yes..."

"Is that...something you've done?"

Trilla hesitated, watching Sienna's expressions. They were fairly neutral, but her eyes looked sad. She licked her lips before nodding.

"Yes."

Sienna's expression was wounded, but it didn't last long; of course she knew that Trilla had committed many atrocities before meeting her. Perhaps the thought of what Dillon endured hurt her most of all. Sienna was capable of taking in the feelings of others and making them her own.

"I see." Sienna finally replied.

Trilla looked around the room, quite eager to change the conversation. "Have you stayed at these sorts of places before?"

Sienna smiled thinly, her expression suddenly shy. "Yes, I have." She paused when she sensed the silence was of curiosity. "Well, when stealing ships didn't yield many credits, I had to resort to...other methods to make money."

"Oh."

"Yes, I..." Sienna worked at Trilla's other wound. "Most of them found bedding a half-breed arousing. I earned a lot of money when I needed it."

Trilla swallowed thickly at the thought of it. "I'm sorry."

The idea of Sienna enduring such depravity made her sick; the thought of them touching what wasn't theirs to touch, treating her like a toy to play with made her jaw clench.

Sienna's fingertips had been tracing her back scar, brow knotting. She felt the lingering scars in the Force through feather-light shades. "Hm, don't be," she said, quietly, "It wasn't always pleasant, but it was something I had to do to eat. I only saw it that way."

Sienna's voice was morose, a stark change to her light, smooth tones. Trilla knew that it was because of her taking Dillon's feelings into herself. It would pass eventually.

Trilla suddenly shivered a little and it made Sienna laugh softly, pulling her hand away. "Sorry."

"No, it's..." Trilla turned a little where she sat. She felt her words lost.

Sienna touched a hand on hers now and the two were silent again. She began to caress Trilla's hand, sending the warmth of the contact through her body.

Her mouth was dry now.

Whatever for?

Sienna smiled a little, still keeping her head lowered almost timidly. "Of course I've...never been this nervous before." she admitted.

Trilla stared down at her, read the sincerity in her expression. The whispers from the Dark had run rampant all around her; words of cruelty, rebuking her for even thinking of it.

Her hand moved before she could stop it and cupped her cheek, leaning her head down. Sienna made no move to pull away from her. Her lips parted, a small note of wonder leaving her and the Dark was silenced sharply, leaving only the two of them.

"Trilla..." Sienna's name was like honey on her lips.

Their mouths were only a fraction away and Sienna's hands were reaching up to hold her cheeks; their lips didn't connect yet, they simply hovered there and Trilla's brow wrinkled. Once they did, it would make her choice clear.

Why was she so nervous? It wasn't as if this had been her first time.

It was because this was genuine; there was no lust for bedding an Inquisitor, no need to feel validation in such an act. Sienna's features were clouded in many emotions, but none of them were false. She looked dizzy with desire, wonder as to why they haven't kissed yet.

Trilla sighed, releasing all those burdens in a single noise before she finally met her lips with Sienna's. The little note of pleasure and relief from Sienna shocked her senses clear; she would have her tonight the way she was meant to.

She felt Sienna's hand on her chest as she continued to kiss her. It was only when Sienna pulled away that it snapped her out of her delicious haze.

"Your heart," Sienna was smiling, taken by the sensation of her heartbeat. "It's so fast."

"Don't worry. I'm fine." Trilla assured her, with a breathless laugh.

Her fingertips moved slowly, sensually against Sienna's back, lightly brushing the buttons of her shirt before undoing them slowly, sending little static through her fingertips against the warm skin beneath her. Sienna smiled and breathed out another whispered word that Trilla missed. But they were words consenting for more. Needing more.

It was gentle, their lips meeting again before Sienna leaned back, letting her take a moment to appreciate the feel of Trilla's lips slowly running down the slope of her neck. Her lips parted, her eyes closed and her soft noises of appreciation filled the room, alongside Trilla's breathing, which had grown raspy.

Her mind warned her about taking her time.

She guided Sienna down onto her back, kneeling above her and slowly planting soft kisses between her breasts. The way the woman beneath her moved, held her head in her hands, ran them through her hair stirred scalding fire through her blood.

When Trilla moved closer to her face, the smallest noise of need escaped Sienna's lips. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted beautifully.

Relax.

The little voice whispering in her head encouraged her to calm herself down. Trilla drew comfort in that and the soothing way Sienna's hands caressed hers. The way she looked up at her, smiled at her reassuringly brought the heat in her chest to a scorching inferno.

"Put your hands on me," Sienna breathed.

Trilla didn't question it anymore. She let Sienna cover her breast with her hand and met her lips in a stronger kiss, one that made her whimper deep in her throat.

Sienna was overwhelmed by the sensations and colors of their touches and kisses, blissfully aware of Trilla working to undress her properly through shades of reds and hungry golds. Her hands tangled once more in Trilla's hair as the other woman knelt onto the floor, draping her legs gently over her bare shoulders.

The woman hhad to fight the urge to thrust her hips up too prematurely when Trilla began to trace her lips against the inside of one of her thighs. She was slow, of course; her kisses chaste and deliberately soft. Her tongue joined in and Sienna was whimpering, twitching her hips up for more.

"Please..." she breathed.

"Don't worry, darling," Trilla crooned, her tone raspy, "I'll take good care of you."

Sienna certainly didn't argue. In fact, all she did manage to utter were small whimpers when she felt Trilla's tongue at her thighs now, followed by her lips that nips delicately at her skin. She continued to twitch her hips up for more and Trilla stopped momentarily to appreciate the striking look on Sienna's face; a breathless, needy smile and gentle hands that caressed her cheek.

She had teased her enough and Sienna let her head drop back with a small groan when Trilla's mouth found her at last. It was certainly encouraging, even a little flattering when Sienna lifted her hips further into her mouth, breathing her name in dulcet, honeyed pitches that had Trilla shivering.

She wrapped her arms around Sienna's thighs to keep her from moving too much, allowing for slow, almost torturous licks of her tongue.

Sienna was trembling in her arms, low plaintive moans bursting from her lips. Trilla's deep rumble sent waves of pleasure through her and she arched her hips closer to that eager mouth.

Trilla felt Sienna's thighs tremble when she sucked sweetly. It didn't take long for her to finally finish; Sienna let out a beautiful shout of her name, curling in on herself.

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Trilla lifted her head, smiling with a proud expression on her face. She carefully lifted Sienna's trembling legs from her shoulders and moved to crouch over her for a kiss. Sienna took a moment to collect herself, laughing breathlessly up at her. She cupped her cheeks and returned the offer for a kiss.

"What colors do I wear?" Trilla queried, her tone smoother.

Sienna blinked up at her, then smiled, running her fingers through her hair. "Bright, vibrant shades of red," she murmured, "Colors blending together so smoothly with gold and silvers."

Trilla was pleased with the words. She felt her own thighs aching.

"You're lovely." Sienna told her, kissing her cheek and offering the lovely benedictions to her soft throat. Her hands were wandering further south to help free her from the confines of her own trousers.

Trilla hissed, leaned her head back for more, parting only to rid herself of the offending garment. It earned a delighted laugh from Sienna, which made her chuckle thickly in turn. Something about it relieved her somewhat; it eased her own nervousness as well as her vulnerability.

Still, no need for that.

It felt wonderful to finally appreciate the feeling of each other's warm skin together. Trilla licked a path up the space beneath Sienna's ear before hissing sharply when her thigh pushed up between her legs, against her sensitive core.

Sienna was laughing gently, kissing her chin and trailing love bites across her skin. She breathed something that Trilla barely heard through the thick haze of lust roaring her blood in her ears.

"It's your fault," she growled thickly.

"Whatever must we do about that?" Sienna's tone was playful.

Trilla rolled herself across her thigh, letting out a broken note, a sharp grunt that followed. Sienna's fingers traced down her back, sharing a kiss with her again as she continued to attempt to find her rhythm. She couldn't wait and Sienna did not complain.

Hands tangled with hers and Trilla kissed her collar bone, breathing hotly against her skin as she rocked her hips against her thigh.

"Yes?" Sienna queried, nails trailing down her back.

She gasped when she felt a thigh press hard against her now, rocking just enough to put wicked pressure into her overly sensitive core.

"Oh, yes," Trilla growled thickly.

And there was just something about that tone; a rough, heavy growl that encompassed her lust that made Sienna's body hum again. A swallow from her, earning a deep, alluring chuckle from Trilla that had her responding with little twitches of her own.

She was speaking something, but Sienna barely heard it over her own blood roaring in her ears. She caught only the end of it; breathless words of adoration that ended with "...for so long."

It thrilled her and she clutched Trilla's back, holding her head in her shoulder as she rode herself toward her blissful end. She savored the warmth, the taste of sweat on her cheek, the noises of lust that would make the Twin Gods themselves blush.

Trilla continued to thrust, her breath drawing closer together and that made Sienna lose herself at the though of her getting close; the small whimpers, the way she trembled with need and held her tightly in her arms.

"T-Trilla," she moaned.

And that was enough for her to drop her head into Sienna's shoulder, letting out a loud, indulgent moan as she finished with several more thrusts against her leg. Sienna followed right behind her, stiffening with a muffled shout in Trilla's hair.

When Trilla finally stilled, her face was flushed and glistening with sweat as she smiled up at Sienna. The other woman cupped her cheeks, placed a chaste kiss on her forehead before letting her rest her head on her chest.

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Trilla and Sienna spent the evening laying in each other's arms; Trilla tucking her against her side herself, one of her hands stroking her back and feeling the various scars there. Sienna was resting her hand against her cheek, thumb caressing her skin.

"Am I asleep?" Sienna questioned, her tone light and gentle.

Trilla chuckled. "Then I might be dreaming with you."

She watched the warmth cross Sienna's face. In truth, she was relieved as well that the other woman no longer felt the effects of the battle with Dillon. Trilla felt relaxed for the first time in years; she was calmer now for it and wanted only to sleep with her.

"What a wonderful dream it is." Sienna leaned her head into Trilla's chest.

Trilla smiled at her, kissing her forehead once. Yes, what a dream indeed.

"We should really contact the others." Sienna looked sleepy.

"Don't worry," Trilla said, gently. "We will. Just rest."

Sienna looked quite happy and closed her eyes. Trilla did the same.

Both women would deal with whatever came afterwards.

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Note - This chapter was inspired by the song "Tell Me It's Real" by K-CI and JoJo.