Problem Padawans (Ahsoka Tano)

Jira had never been this deep into Coruscant before. He usually stayed on the upper level, inside the Jedi temple. He only left when his master took him on a mission (more frequently as of late) or when he needed to find something. But those ventures only ever took him to level 20 at most.

He was at level 64. Deeper than he had ever gone before. But he had a reason to be there.

Ahsoka.

She had contacted him recently. Said she wanted to regain connection.

Code speak. He knew what she meant.

Which was why he was at the door of her apartment. And when he knocked, she opened.

"Hey."

Jira smiled at his secret lover.

"Hey."

Jira walked forward and pressed his lips on Ahsoka's. The Togruta shut the door and guided Jira (who's lips were still on her hers), to the bed. They both fell on it once they reached it.

Closing her eyes Ahsoka just focused on the moment. Jira's hand tracing out patterns across her back, his lips pressed against her, his other hand moving up and down her side. It all was new, strange, but she wanted more of it. She placed her hand on his side and then moved up onto his back.

"You like it?" Jira's words pulled her out of it and made her focus on him.

"Yes…"

He nodded and smiled at her. "We can do more."

"Yes, please…," Ahsoka breathed out as she moved her hand up and down his back.

Jira kissed her on one of the cheeks. "But of course, Ahsoka," he murmured into her ear. "We can stop whenever you want."

"I don't want to stop," Ahsoka said with a shudder. "Not now… Not soon."

Nodding Jira kissed her on the other cheek and then looked into her eyes. "Can I remove your top?"

Ahsoka's head moved in a gentle nod and Lux took it as a yes. He quickly found the zipper, pulled it down and then gently pulled away her top revealing a pair of supple, small breasts wrapped in what looked to be a black bra. From the second she arrived something in her kept on pulling him closer and closer to her; now they were sitting on his bed and he was undressing her.

"You're so beautiful," Jira murmured lowering his head and kissing Ahsoka's collarbone.

"Thank you, Jira. You're not too bad yourself."

He chuckled under his breath as he gently pushed her back. She landed on the soft dirt and in her eyes he could see fires of mischief and need. He kissed her on her lips and the next moment she pulled him down on top of her as her mouth sought out his. Their lips met in yet another kiss; he parted his lips and let his tongue slip out and prod her lips, asking for entrance. After a moment she relented, parted her lips and let his tongue slip inside. They kissed as their tongues dueled for what felt to him like an eternity.

As they finally parted, strings of saliva connected their mouths; their breaths were ragged and finally there was a playful gleam in Ahsoka's eyes.

"You liked that?" Jira whispered.

"Oh… yes…" Ahsoka gasped out. "It was so good."

"I'm glad you liked it," Jira murmured as he rolled off her. She turned her head, allowing them both to look into each others eyes. "Do you... want to keep going?"

Those words, those six simple words set something off. Jira wasn't as nervous anymore.

Jira unbuttoned his suit, then tossed it aside before unbuttoning the shirt he had below. Pulling down the shirt he blushed a bit as he realized that Ahsoka was going to see him naked with all of the toned lines of his chest and belly exposed to her.

Ahsoka raised an eyebrow as she looked at him.

He leaned back down to kiss her on the lips and silenced any comments she might have on him. At least for the time being. Ahsoka pushed him aside; a chuckle escaped out of her lips as she pushed him down onto the bed and straddled him. He gasped as her crotch pressed against his; he hadn't realized he was so hard.

Ahsoka she placed her hands on his torso. Jira shuddered at the contact, her hands were so hot, so bloody hot. Seeing him shudder she only smiled and moved them down, towards his pants. For a moment she toyed with his belt and then unbuckled it, pulled down the zipper of his pants revealing his boxers with a very visible hardon straining against the cloth.

"Oh… you really like what you see, don't you?" She asked as she brushed her hand against the fabric.

A gasp slipped out of Jira's mouth… He wanted more, he wanted much more than her hand touching him through the clothes. "Yeah…"

Ahsoka grinned and stroked him slowly before looking deeply into his eyes. "I know that humans tend to make a mess very quickly…"

"Well, it's a good I'm only part human, isn't it?"

Tilting her head Ahsoka watched him for a second. "Yes. It is."

She asked as a wicked grin appeared in her eyes. She cautiously slipped her hand into his underwear and gently gripped his cock. She also took his hand, guiding it back to between her legs and he touched tentatively, lightly stroking over her smooth slit. Jira took the hint, letting her guide him to explore her soft folds with her fingertip, pressing and rubbing in a way that had her jerking her hips and biting back a curse in a much better way.

The two of them would spend what would feel like an eternity like this. Their lips pressed together, their hands rubbing each other's most private areas. Their tongues mingled while their fingers meddled.

Ahsoka gently took hold of his penis and gave it a few good final strokes, while Jira pulled back his own hand. Both of their hands were sticky, and they would glisten if they held them up to light.

Seeing that he was very much ready, Ahsoka smiled and positioned herself over him, Jira automatically moved to help.

"No, please, let me do this." She whispered, determined to be in control for at least a moment.

Jira nodded and leaned back down to let her proceed, Ahsoka reaching down to line his tip against her entrance, shuddering as his cockhead came into contact with her damp folds.

"Ah.. Ahsoka, it feels..." Jira couldn't even properly articulate it, but he knew she'd get the gist from the faint Force connection between them. Hot and snug around him and perfect as he rocked in with a low moan. He braced over her, her breats pressed lightly against his chest as he moved, losing himself in the sensations. He wanted it to last for hours, and he didn't think he could stand it for very long at the same time. It was too much and not quite enough and he panted for breath, not able to stop the whimpers he made with each thrust.

He could feel the buildup this time, almost unbearably slow and far too much to stand and then he was biting back a cry as she tightened around him and he came hard, buried deep inside her.

Adjusting her position, Ahsoka leaned forward and pressed her hands to Jira's body, using her legs to slowly work herself up and down his shaft. Her eyes locked with his as she continued to move, working her body like a sensual dancer, all for his pleasure.

Jira was awestruck, between the motions and feel of her body as well as her little coos and whimpers of pleasure, this was truly heavenly. His hands gently settled on her hips as Ahsoka continued to take him in and out, riding him slowly in order to draw out his pleasure, her mesmerizing blue eyes shimmering tenderly as she gazed into his orange hues.

He started by lowering his hands and playing with her ass as she rode him, gently squeezing and rubbing her cheeks to make her groan in delight. Then, propping himself up just a little, Jira dipped his head towards her breasts.

He kissed each one before slowly taking his time using his tongue to tease and caress her sensitive mounds. Ahsoka reacted immediately, biting back a moan as she mewled in pleasure.

"Kriff..." he groaned between licks, "who said we shouldn't do this? It's amazing"

"I- I agree..." She managed to reply, still riding him at a slow, even pace. Sitting up even further, Jira gently pushed Ahsoka back until he was upright and parallel to her.

"Don't stop." He whispered, mouth moving higher to nibble on her collarbone. Ahsoka whimpered as he stroked her rear lekku, gently rubbing it and squeezing it in order to give her pleasure as well. She kept moving, now rising up and dropping down onto his cock, still in control even while Jira pleasured her body. His tongue slid along her neck, making her shiver, and a trail of kisses led from her jaw to her mouth as Jira claimed her lips in a passionate embrace.

Ahsoka reciprocated as best she could, her divided attention resulting in her just humping him now instead of truly riding him. The way he stroked her headtails felt amazing, and with his free hand he gently worked her breasts, caressing and playing with them.

They kept going like this for a moment longer until Jira was the first to climax, hugging Ahsoka tightly and groaning into the kiss as his cock twitched and throbbed, thick ropes of hot cum filling Ahsoka and triggering her own orgasm.

She shuddered in his arms, breaking off the kiss and arching her back, her limbs tightened around him as she pressed her mouth to the bite scar on his neck to muffle her scream of pleasure, her peach clenching around his cock and drenching it with her juices. Her movements slowed to a halt as she stopped to sit in his lap as the waves of pleasure slowly receded.

It was her first orgasm with Jira in a while. And it was even better than she ever imagined it could be.

The two of them stopped for a moment, laying on the bed to each other. Their naked bodies huddled close for warmth and intimacy.

"We can't keep this up forever."

Jira nodded. He knew she was right. Ahsoka was no longer a Jedi, and the other members of the order would become suspicious if he continued to pay visits to her. Why could a Jedi go to a common citizen, after all?

And Jira honestly did not know what he would do with his life if he was no longer a Jedi. He had some skills in mechanics, but he didn't know if it was enough to get him a job. He could ask Ahsoka for help, but he didn't want to become a burden on her.

Jira's thoughts were interrupted when Ahsoka grabbed his chin and turned his face towards her.

"I didn't mean to make you worry," Ahsoka said softly. "I'd understand if you don't want to come anymore. I..."

Jira immediately leaned closer to kiss Ahsoka. Surprised for only a moment, she soon returned the gesture.

"I am not leaving you Ahsoka. I don't know I'm going to do, but I won't leave. We'll figure something out. I promise."

Smiling, Ahsoka kissed Jira again. And for the rest of the night, neither of them gave any thought to the future.

All they focused on was the love they shared. And that they spent the night making.

The next chapter will focus on someone from DC Comics. Anyone want to take a guess?

Later!