At the start of the next morning, it was Ahsoka who woke up first this time.
Still feeling groggy and unaware of her surroundings, she squinted open her eyes, only to shut them once more as she let out a big yawn. A bit of light from the morning sun streamed through the window, though it was not nearly as considerable an amount as it was on the surface level. Rubbing her eyes with one hand, Ahsoka gradually became aware of her current position.
The first thing she noticed, of course, was that the left side of her face was resting not on a pillow, but on Nyx's chest, which moved up and down as he slowly breathed. They were wrapped tightly around each other, with Ahsoka on her stomach on top of him and Nyx on his back. Her lekku was pressing up on top of his right shoulder and her montrals brushed the side of his face. Nyx's right arm was wrapped around the back of her head, which brought his hand to rest on her back. Both of Ahsoka's arms were wrapped tightly around his midsection and her right leg lay between his own.
Feeling even more embarrassed, Ahsoka noted the particularly inappropriate areas of contact. Her breasts and nipples were pressed tightly up against Nyx's stomach, as his un-erect penis was pressed tightly up against her own stomach. Although flaccid, the feeling of his manhood against her belly was enough to send a blush to her cheeks.
Twice now. We've had sex twice now.
Thinking to herself, a slight, nervous smile appeared on her face.
The emotions of the night remained clear at the forefront of her mind. The night was filled with feelings of lust, of pleasure, of excitement. There were things that had been done that would be forever ingrained in her memory. Ever since she had met the young mechanic, Ahsoka had felt things she had never felt before, experienced things she had never expected to experience.
As protectors of the peace, the Jedi were above worldly emotion, or at least, they were supposed to be. Emotions were said to hold them back, to prevent them from doing what was right. At their worst, emotions could corrupt them. In a way, embracing the light side of the force meant shedding an aspect of their humanity. It meant rejecting that which gave a person humanity.
Ahsoka frowned.
She missed being a Jedi, there was no doubt about that. She missed the exhilaration and thrills of adventure. She missed feeling the satisfaction and happiness that always came with saving innocent lives. She missed the gentle hum and green glow of her elegant, yet effective, lightsabers.
Most of all, she missed the people she had grown so close with, the people she had learned to call family. Specifically, she missed the two who always seemed to find time to argue and banter with one another, no matter the situation.
The life of a Jedi was behind her. Ahsoka couldn't return to it, even if a significant part of her wanted to. Even so…
I don't mind what has happened the past two nights, Ahsoka thought. If I'm being honest with myself, it feels...nice. However, I can't lose myself to the emotions that I, for a long time, was meant to reject. I'm better than this.
Ahsoka continued to lay there, listening to the slow inhales and exhales of Nyx's chest. After a few moments, she proceeded to, as quietly as she could, unwrap herself from around him and fold back the blanket, which had up until that point lain messily on top of them. Standing up next to the bed, Ahsoka quietly walked around it, gathering up her strewn clothing. She sighed, remembering what it was like to own more than two outfits.
Standing at the side of the bed, Ahsoka put her panties on, giving a slight grunt at the soreness of her core. As if to add insult to injury, she could feel her underwear get wet as a sticky substance leaked out of her. Without even looking, she knew exactly what the substance was, and that it did not originate from her own body.
Blowing air through her nose, Ahsoka attempted to maintain an air of dignity as she moved to pull up her pants. She bent down to put them on, not realizing that the person on the bed had just woken up and glanced her way.
"What a wonderful sight to wake up to."
Perking up, Ahsoka turned her head to look behind her. Still on his back, with his head turned to the side facing her, Nyx smiled, making no move to avert his eyes from her ass.
Narrowing her eyes at him, Ahsoka pulled her pants up and straightened from her bent position. "I would prefer privacy, considering that this is my room and all."
Nyx yawned and made eye contact with her, keeping a grin on his face. "We've slept together in this room twice now. At this point, it's our private space."
Not knowing how to argue with that, Ahsoka huffed and said nothing.
With her pants on, she picked her bra off the floor, taking care to keep her back facing the smiling boy on the bed.
"You don't have to put that on if you don't want to. They are really quite beautiful."
As Nyx said that, Ahsoka froze and turned her head to look at him once more. Her eyes gave off a very mixed expression. They contained annoyance, embarrassment, and mysterious other emotions.
"I'd rather not walk around half naked for the pleasure of a male as horny as yourself," Ahsoka said.
Nyx raised his eyebrows. "Oh?"
He took the blanket off of himself and made his way off the bed. Ahsoka's eyes widened and she quickly turned her head away from him. Clearly, unlike her, Nyx had no qualms about being completely nude in front of the other person in the room. Not just that, but she had noticed that his manhood appeared a little firmer and longer than it was when he was sleeping.
Noting her quick turnaround, Nyx hid his slight sheepishness behind his grin. Mentally preparing himself for the boldness he was about to display, he quickly moved his hands out from behind her. He snatched the bra from her hands, throwing it behind him onto the bed. Hearing Ahsoka's sharp exclamation, Nyx swiftly wrapped his arms around her, bringing her into a tight embrace and grabbing her breasts. His semi-erect penis pressed up against the backside of her pants. His abdomen and chest made tight contact with her bare back as he hugged her from behind.
Since all of it had happened so fast, Ahsoka gasped slightly in surprise as she felt Nyx hug her from behind and grab her breasts.
Nyx proceeded to gently knead her breasts. Moving his hands in a circular motion, he gently cupped, groped, and massaged them, memorizing their shape and firm softness. Her nipples became erect as his hands continuously touched them. He flicked them a few times, grabbing them and pinching them between his fingers before bringing his whole hands back to resume his groping.
While his hands went to work, Nyx groaned softly at sensual contact. After her initial shock, Ahsoka melted into him, also moaning as he grasped her in desperate lust.
Why do I keep letting this happen, Ahsoka thought, continuing to moan.
After a few moments, Nyx released her, only to grab her shoulders and turn her around to face him. Both still breathed heavily from the intimacy, with beads of sweat gathering on their skin. Looking down, Nyx admired the chest of the beautiful togruta he had grown so fond of.
"They are gorgeous, Ahsoka Tano," he said as he bent down, bringing his face level with her breasts.
At this point, Ahsoka was blushing furiously. She remembered how, just a few moments ago, she had wanted to have more self-control than she had in the past nights. Giving into lust meant surrendering the control she had over herself in her own mind. No matter what she had promised herself, Nyx's words made her happy in a way that couldn't be contained.
Still blushing heavily, Ahsoka had no idea how to respond to Nyx. In truth, she had no idea what drove such an obsession. Ahsoka had always thought of them as, not necessarily small, but certainly not voluptuous. It was never something that bothered her, and not even really something that she gave much thought to, except maybe on rare occasions.
With these thoughts swirling in her head and the significant embarrassment she was currently feeling, Ahsoka's spoke before she even knew what she was saying.
"Well, I mean, I wouldn't say...I just don't think there's much to them," Ahsoka stammered.
From his bent position, Nyx lifted his head and looked into her eyes. Realizing what she had said, Ahsoka's eyes widened and she turned her head to the side, looking away in utter embarrassment.
The young mechanic didn't smile, but didn't frown either.
"You know," He spoke in a tone that was serious and genuine. "I have a preference for breasts of this size."
Ahsoka's eyes widened, turning her head to look at Nyx, though he had bent his head down once more to face her chest.
"Despite what you might think, I'm not one for monstrously oversized boobs," he said. "I guess you could say I like them big and small, but not too big and small. These fit well within that range. They're pure perfection."
Not knowing how to respond, Ahsoka made eye contact with the mechanic when he looked up at her. With a smile and a glint in his eye, his next words startled her even more.
"If you want to know what I've been thinking about, it's not just their size. Their round shape, the darker orange of the nipples, the soft yet firm feeling…all of it has been driving me crazy."
With his hands around her back, Nyx kissed both her breasts at the nipples, causing Ahsoka to exclaim in surprise.
Smiling, he crouched down even farther, kissing her on her belly button. He stood up straight again, looking into her eyes. "You drive me crazy, Ahsoka."
With that, any and all boundaries she had set for herself were immediately dashed. Both Nyx and Ahsoka moved to bring their lips together in a passionate kiss. It was different from the others they had shared. It was most similar to the soft kisses they shared at the end of last night, but it was still different. It was more important. For Nyx, it was a kiss that meant more than any of the other girls he had been with. For Ahsoka, it was a kiss that went beyond anything she thought she could feel.
When they disconnected, their eyes were glowing as they made eye contact.
They stayed like that for a few seconds, saying nothing. They simply searched the depths of each other's eyes, perhaps attempting to find what the other wanted.
It was Nyx who broke the silence. "I think we should take a shower. You know, get cleaned up."
Looking at his mischievous grin, Ahsoka chuckled quietly, a noise that Nyx found to be quite pleasing.
"I'd like that," she said with a small smile.
…
There was only one small bathroom within the "home." The interior was colored rather plainly, with white walls and appliances. It didn't contain much, as the mechanic never needed more than the bare essentials. It was a narrow room containing a sink and toilet which, while not shiny clean, were still well maintained. At the very end of the room was a shower. It was a small, but not cramped shower which could be blocked off with a simple, white shower curtain.
A pair of brown pants and underwear were on the floor and the shower curtain was closed, blocking the inside from sight. The mirror above the sink was gradually being covered in steam from the warmth of the shower water, which was raining down on a passionately lip-locked mechanic and former jedi.
At first, in spite of the implications, Nyx had actually really wanted a shower. A night of love-making left him feeling dirty, both physically and sexually. Of course, he liked the feeling, considering that the reason his body was dirty in the first place was a result of being in contact with a naked girl. Still though, the idea of getting clean in a nice, warm shower suited him. As he had grabbed Ahsoka's hand and led her to the bathroom, Nyx had half a mind to get himself cleaned up.
Half a mind.
When both him and the beautiful togruta, now completely bare to him, had stepped under the warm shower water, he grabbed a bar of soap and began lathering it between his hands. Facing Ahsoka, he placed the soap back on the shower ledge and, rather than washing himself, began washing her own body, starting with the arms. She closed her eyes and sighed, allowing Nyx to clean the body that was hers, but also at the same time his.
After the mechanic had finished cleaning her chest and crotch, which, it should be noted, he spent a significant amount of time on, he asked Ahsoka to turn around so he could do her back. With a smirk that sent butterflies in Nyx's stomach, Ahsoka turned around, facing the showerhead.
He knew that she was panting slightly, both inwardly and outwardly, from the experience, but she certainly did not make it obvious. The smirk was even hotter than any of her moans.
Lathering his hands up again, Nyx set his hands on her back shoulders, rubbing them. He made his way down her back, noting the strong, yet somehow also delicate, muscles that made up her back.
It was around the point Nyx's hands were close to touching Ahsoka's lower back side when he stopped. Subconsciously tensed up knowing where he was about to touch, Ahsoka relaxed when she realized Nyx's hands had frozen.
"What's wrong?" Ahsoka asked curiously.
The next moment, she let out a small gasp of surprise.
Nyx, moving his hands and grabbing her shapely hips, brought Ahsoka into his body. With his now completely erect penis wedged pointing upward between her buttocks, Nyx brought his face to the side of her own.
"I can't keep this up anymore," he whispered.
There was a pause. Then, without saying anything, Ahsoka turned around and crashed her lips upon his.
Still kissing fiercely, Nyx pushed Ahsoka till her back met the wall. He brought his left hand up to her breast, rubbing it in his palm. With his right hand, he placed it on the back of her head, setting his fingers around her back lekku, bringing their faces closer together. Ahsoka, meanwhile, had her hands wrapped around his back, noticing the familiar prodding that was occurring against her stomach.
Through an incredible force of will, Nyx detached his lips from Ahsoka's for a brief moment. Both gasping and panting, Nyx's eyes wandered over her body. There was a strange look in his eyes that led Ahsoka to raise an eyebrow.
"What?" She asked.
The mechanic blinked his eyes, seeming to have been released from a trance.
"Oh, my apologies. I just got distracted by the freshly cleaned, naked body of an orange-skinned togruta girl."
Hearing his remark, Ahsoka laughed, attempting to hide her blush.
Nyx smiled, enjoying the beautiful sound. He proceeded to grab her wrists, pinning them above her head. He held her wrists together with one hand, placing the other on her waist. Their faces were close, their noses just barely touching. Gasping in surprise, Ahsoka met his eyes.
Nyx grinned. "Ever since I first laid eyes on you I've wanted to pin you against the wall. Just wanted to fulfill my fantasy."
Ahsoka narrowed her eyes. "That's what you were first thinking? You are way too hor-'' she started saying before he closed the distance between their lips. She automatically closed her eyes and melted into the kiss, responding with equal passion.
Using his own body, Nyx pushed against Ahsoka, pressing her into the shower wall. Letting out a grunt, his tongue battled her own, fighting for dominance. His grip on her wrists tightened as he unleashed the animalistic beast inside. All he wanted in that moment was to fuck the living hell out of the girl before him.
Releasing his grip on her wrists, he grabbed her thighs, picking her up. With a small sound of surprise, Ahsoka wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms under and around his shoulders.
The mechanic's manhood was pressed up against the togruta's core as their bodies molded together.
Grabbing it, Nyx directed himself towards its sheath. He looked directly into the eyes of his lover. A girl he had meant only 2 nights ago, who already had his heart. Or at least, already had a certain other part of his body.
He grunted. "Let's make love."
Her eyes were glowing with intimacy when he entered her.
Moaning together, they enjoyed the feeling of being connected in the most sensual of ways. After a momentary pause, the mechanic began moving in and out of the togruta, entering balls deep inside of her with each thrust. The refreshing feeling of the shower water paled in comparison to the warm, tight, wetness of his female companion. As he fucked her, his lips ravaged her own, tasting every bit of her delicious saliva. Her soft breasts repeatedly came into contact with his chest with every thrust, jiggling in response to the sharp movements of the two lovers.
For a few minutes, Nyx continued to pump inside and out, nearing his limit. Not wanting to finish before Ahsoka, he kept going, holding back with all his might. Considering the circumstances, it was a test of his true willpower, more so than any adversity he faced in the past.
Luckily, soon after he had such thoughts, Ahsoka let out a high-pitched moan, shaking with pleasure as she reached her peak. Smiling, Nyx gazed at her beautiful face, thrusting at a much harder and faster pace. Letting out a moan himself, he went in as deep as he possibly could as he came within her. Nyx kept his member inside until every drop of cum had been released into Ahsoka's body. Once he had finished, he released his grip on her legs and stepped back to allow her to stand up away from the wall.
Both panted heavily from the effort they had just exerted. Ahsoka felt shaky standing on her legs, noting the soreness at her lower region that she had become familiar with over the past two days.
Feeling hands on her waist, Ahsoka picked her head up and gazed into Nyx's eyes. They smiled at each other, saying nothing. Simultaneously, they closed their eyes and brought their lips together once more. Nyx brought his hands up to her face and the back of her head as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
A few seconds passed, the spray of the shower water continuing to make contact with their skin. Ahsoka broke the contact of their lips, smirking slightly.
"We should probably get cleaned up now. For real this time."
They remained in each other's arms, their bodies close. Nyx made eye contact with her before he moved his gaze away, gradually looking her body up and down. Meeting Ahsoka's eyes again, he grinned.
"You look fine to me," he said slyly.
She rolled her eyes at him, smiling inwardly.
