Morning

Ana nods, once, and the spark flashes again in her eyes before she turns to Jabba, letting him watch as she wraps her thin arms around Leia's neck, bringing her in for a soft kiss. Leia listens to the whistles and mutters from the shadows. All eyes are on them.

She parts her lips under Ana's mouth, earning a tiny gasp. Ana doesn't stop kissing her, but her gaze is wary again.

Leia pulls away, dropping soft kisses against her jaw and up her neck as she whispers the bones of her own plan. Ana turns her face to meet Leia's mouth again, the second kiss far more passionate than the first. Leia gasps as they break, her sharp plan gone hazy under the unexpected desire.

So quietly she may be speaking telepathically, Ana says in accented Basic, "They watch me. They never see me." Leia has already decided on her course of action, guided by the hope she reads on Ana's face.

This has to look good. They have to get all eyes on them.

In another time, in a better place, were they friends and bedmates, Leia would pull this gorgeous woman onto soft sheets and spend a whole afternoon charting her skin with fingers and tongue, feeding her rare fruits and tasting the succulent juice dribbling down her skin. If they get out of here alive, if Ana is back to the person she was before her confinement, Leia will find such an afternoon and she will invite Ana to join her.

In the now, she raises her hands to the other woman's face, tickling her way up her chin as she presses in more kisses. Leia keeps a solid gaze with her, checking for fear or pain, before stroking the backs of her fingers down the lengths of her long black hair, then drawing her fingertips up them again. She doesn't read any resistance. She is rewarded with a pleased sigh, light as the desert wind, as private as a moon shadow in a lush, green dell far from this dusty hideout.

Leia presses her palms against Ana's shoulders, feels the muscle under her hands as she rubs her way down to the wrists. She has dancer's legs and dancer's arms, a whip-taut and graceful strength others mistake as delicate.

Ana's hands wander to Leia's neck, soothing the skin chafing at her collar, sliding warm fingers under the metal band to rest against the pulse of her throat.

Leia pulls her closer for another kiss, reaching her leg to draw Ana in closer against her, rubbing their bodies together. In the shadows outside the pool of light, she can hear the uncomfortable mutters. They have the attention of the crowd. Leia bends to press her mouth at the swell of one barely-covered breast, sliding her fingers into her own mouth as she does. She has to keep the show going, and hesitates. She'll play the game, but she doesn't want to humiliate this woman more than she has to.

Ana's hand slides from Leia's neck to the edge of her own bodysuit, and she pulls it slowly to one side, enough that Leia follows her meaning. Watching her eyes, Leia pushes her hand inside the suit and down.

Someone in the crowd lets out a quickly-stoppered moan. Keeping her mouth against the warm skin she finds between Leia's breasts, Ana lets her fingers work their way to find her hot, tight, wet entrance. Ana isn't surprised to feel the oddly sucking flesh envelop the two fingers, stroking at her with internal fronds. She is surprised to see the naked pleasure on the other woman's face, unable to hold back her groans as Ana's hand moves, pushing further inside, guided by the involuntary muscle spasms in the tendrils massaging her.

The musicians have long since faded into quiet. The onlookers watch, some leaning into the light for a better view. Jabba's eyes are huge, she can see just past the much more pleasant sight of the woman she's making love to.

Ana ignores the awkward angle, the pains growing in her neck and shoulder. She ignores the crowd, putting out of her thoughts the surety of how many plan to retire to their own rooms soon after this and rub themselves sticky as they think of the two women together. They are unimportant. Only the movement of her hand matters, pushing the third and fourth finger in as Leia's hips undulate and welcome her deeper. Leia's hand is gripped tightly, so much so she may not be able to withdraw. The needy urging of Leia's body squeezes her, each digit stroked by half a dozen firm fronds.

Jabba pushing them into this should be degrading. As Ana feels the tension mounting in Leia's body, building towards a sweet release, it only feels like freedom.

Leia squeals and cries out full-throated, her body convulsing madly. Ana has a quick clarity that she's enjoying it but the extra thrashes are part of the show they're putting on. Clever. Leia's not sure she could remember to be so bold in the middle of her own orgasm. The inner tendrils relax at last, freeing Leia's hand. She slides out of Leia's body, leaving a damp path against her skin.

As the crowd watches, Ana slips her wet fingers into her own mouth, tasting the tangy results of her pleasant work and letting their eyes linger as she sucks each finger clean.