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Why I Worry
Damian groaned, raising a hand to his head as his blood pounded through it. He regretted ever having trained as a Jedi. He regretted neglecting to use the Dark Side for the added power. And yet, here he was. He wouldn't take back his actions for all the money and sex in the world. He forced an eye open, pain stabbing into his brain from the light that entered. He groaned louder, shutting his eye again and after several moments, the pain subsided.
"You can open your eyes now," a voice all but screamed in his ear.
He flinched, covering his ears and cracked his eye open, pain once again flaring through him but allowing him to see Barriss standing across the room from him and Ahsoka lying in a bed beside his own. He could hear Ahsoka's breathing as if it were into a microphone on full blast. Same with Barriss's. His own was louder, and ragged from pain. His every sense was on overdrive and burning out, causing him to be in a perpetual state of agony. Barriss instantly recognized that, hurrying over and holding her hands out, giving him a sympathetic look just as golden light shone from her hands, pain once again stabbing into his brain. He groaned loudly, shutting his eyes, but slowly, the pain began to fade. Next, his hearing began to tune out, going back to normal, then his photosensitivity dulled. Finally, the light faded and he opened his eyes again, Barriss standing and walking to Ahsoka, who was sound asleep. She began to do the same thing, whatever it was, to Ahsoka.
"You can heal?" Damian asked.
"Yes," Barriss nodded. "Quite helpful, but very draining."
She stopped healing Ahsoka after barely a minute and wiped sweat from her forehead.
"You've been asleep for three days," Barriss said. "I thank you for saving us, but it nearly cost you your own life."
"Worth it," Damian groaned, forcing himself into a sitting position, his entire body protesting, feeling like he had been hit by a freight train. "How long until I'm healed?"
"At the rate the Force heals you naturally, I'd say about a day," Barriss said. "Ahsoka's going to take a little longer. Her burns were bad."
Damian nodded and stood, using the cane Barriss had set beside his bed to make his way out of the room. He went to the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out a bottle of whiskey, pouring himself a glass and draining it then taking a swig straight from the bottle before putting it back in the fridge.
"I thought you gave up drinking," Barriss said.
"It helps with the pain," Damian said. "Besides, I almost watched Ahsoka die before I went to bed. I need it for my nerves."
Barriss sighed, shaking her head and walking over, looping her arms around his neck.
"You've changed," Barriss said. "You're not the same smuggler as you were when I met you back in that prison. I bet if I kissed you, you wouldn't even kiss me back, would you?"
"No," Damian said, pulling her arms back in front of himself. "I wouldn't. You're right. I have changed. And so have you."
Barriss nodded and stepped back, smirking.
"Ahsoka's going to be fine," Barriss said. "I'll teach you to heal this afternoon so you can help her get back on her feet and play knight in shining armor. Or maybe, knight out of his armor."
Damian smirked, shaking his head.
"Ahsoka swore off relationships like that," Damian said. "Jedi or not."
"So did I," Barriss said. "Vows were made to be broken. And all it means is that you don't have to worry about who came before you, no pun intended."
Damian snorted in amusement before making his way to the couch and sitting down just as they received a call. He turned it on and Shaeeah appeared on the screen.
"Shaeeah!" Barriss beamed. "It's so good to see you! How are you doing?"
"We're getting discharged in a couple of days," Shaeeah said. "We'll be home within a week."
"That's excellent!" Damian smiled. "We'll throw a party when you get back. Just be easy on Ahsoka. She got a little banged up on the last mission."
"Okay Uncle Damian!" Shaeeah beamed before disconnecting, Damian staring blankly where she had been.
"Did she just say...Uncle Damian?" Damian asked.
"She did," Barriss said. "You've always been family to them. Is it really a surprise? To Jek you're more of a father figure."
"I'm not a father figure," Damian said. "I'm too fucked up for that."
"You've more than redeemed yourself," Barriss said. "Everyone has things their not proud of. But you've come a long way."
"So have you," Damian said. "You actually care now, rather than just looking for your next fuck. Though you're still a slut."
"True," Barriss laughed. "Gotta say, That Fardi girl was good. I've been thinking about going back for her."
Damian smirked, shaking his head before tipping it back.
"I'd suggest moving on from her," Damian said. "Sofia Fardi wants your head on a pike."
"Yeah because you ratted me out," Barriss snorted.
Damian yawned before closing his eyes and drifting off.
Damian sat back, sighing and letting the light fade from his hands. He was done. Ahsoka would be a little sore, but she was fully healed. And Barriss hadn't been kidding about it being draining. As he sat there, head tilted back and sweat running down his face, he heard Ahsoka stir and looked down at her. She moaned softly, wincing and opening her eyes, looking around.
"How long was I out?" Ahsoka asked.
"According to Barriss, you were in a lot of pain for an hour so she put you under with drugs and you've stayed there for about three days," Damian said. "How do you feel?"
"Sore," Ahsoka said, reaching to where her burn had been, noticing a distinct lack of a wound. "How..."
"Barriss learned to heal with the Force and taught me," Damian said. "Useful huh?"
Ahsoka nodded before remembering what had happened.
"Are you alright?" Ahsoka asked.
"I'm okay," Damian nodded. "Barriss fixed me. Sore as heck, but I'm alright. You'll probably be sore for a-"
He stopped as Ahsoka's fist crashed into his jaw, snapping his head to the side and knocking him out of his chair.
"Or maybe not," Damian said, rubbing his jaw.
"What the hell were you thinking!?" Ahsoka demanded. "You could have died! Fighting the Sith Stalker or the monster! What the hell is wrong with you!? Do you have a death wish!? What would possibly possess you to-"
"You were in danger!" Damian snapped, silencing Ahsoka. "You were in danger, and hurt, and I couldn't let you be hurt again. So I fought alone. And I won. And now you're safe. So if you're going to scream at me and hit me for worrying, then go ahead."
"You...for me?" Ahsoka breathed. "But why?"
"You mean to tell me that you really can't figure it out?" Damian snorted. "It's because I love you Ahso-"
He stopped when her hand collided with his face again. Fury boiled through him but he held it back. He had expected she wouldn't accept his feelings. She had taken an oath not to be romantically involved with anyone. So it wasn't a surprise that she was angry.
"That was for taking so long," Ahsoka said, Damian turning to stare at her in shock.
She rolled her eyes, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss. Damian broke out of his stupor instantly, one hand reaching up to cup her cheek as the other reached around her back, Ahsoka's own hands reaching around his neck. Damian felt his instincts trying desperately to go further, to take as much as she would give him, but he held them in check, keeping the kiss slow and chaste. Then, Ahsoka made an annoyed sound, running her tongue along his bottom lip. He hesitated but then allowed her entrance, her tongue instantly finding his, urging him to respond. After a moment, he did and their tongues began to duel.
Ahsoka moaned, and shifted closer on the bed before grabbing Damian with the Force and yanking him out of his chair and onto the bed beside her. She slipped out from under the sheets and flipped a leg over him, straddling his hips. Damian moved both of his hands to the small of her back and there they stayed. Ahsoka's hands went to his shoulders but after several seconds she grunted in annoyance again, reaching back and grabbing one of his hands, moving it to her breast, wiggling her hips so that the other fell to her rear. Damian pulled his hands away and Ahsoka sat up tears running down her cheeks.
"What is it?" Ahsoka cried in frustration. "Any other girl you'd be balls deep already! So why not me? What the fuck did I do wrong? Are my boobs not big enough? Am I not good enough a kisser? Would you prefer it was Bar-"
Damian grabbed her, pulling her down for a kiss to silence her before letting her pull back and speaking.
"Ahsoka you're not any other girl," Damian said. "Any other girl I would be balls deep already because it's just sex. I don't want it to be just sex with you. I...I don't want it to be meaningless. And I don't want you to feel like you have to have sex with me as thanks, or to keep me around if you want me to stay, or anything. I just-"
"I want to," Ahsoka said, silencing Damian. "I want to be with you, Damian. I want to be able to wake up in your arms. I want to be able to hold you and feel your skin on mine. I want to be able to give you everything I am."
Damian blinked, staring at her in confusion.
"I love you, idiot," Ahsoka said. "Why do you think I get so mad when you fuck someone else?"
"I never...really...understood that," Damian said, Ahsoka laughing before sighing.
"I want this," Ahsoka said.
Damian smiled, sitting up and kissing her, rolling them over and slipping his hands into hers, keeping the kiss slow. He could sense Ahsoka's impatience, but she didn't try to hurry him this time. And after a few moments, she began to relax. Finally, he trailed his tongue over her lower lip, Ahsoka instantly granting him access, her own tongue meeting his halfway. Ahsoka's hips shifted on Damian's and she moaned lowly. Damian smiled and moved his hands down to her rear, massaging it and guiding her hips, allowing her to move. Ahsoka moaned more loudly this time and Damian's hands moved up to her breasts, kneading and massaging them. Ahsoka ground her hips against his more quickly and forcefully in response, Damian shifting so that his member was pressing into her crotch as she did. After several more seconds, Damian reached up to the strings of her hospital gown, untying them and dropping it beside the bed, Ahsoka sitting back and allowing him to see her fully. Damian's eyes drank in her nearly nude form, only a thin pair of panties covering her, before she reached down, pulling off his shirt, then his pants.
She kissed him again after only a moment of inspection. He kissed her back happily, hands returning to her breasts, massaging them and pinching her nipples, earning a slightly louder moan as Ahsoka ground her barely clothed slit against his member, which was only covered by his boxers. His right hand slid down the smooth skin of her stomach to her panties and slipped into them, fingers beginning to instantly run through her slit, Ahsoka tilting her head back and moaning loudly. Damian was actually really glad that Barriss was out shopping at the moment. It meant he wouldn't have to hear any teasing about this, or at least, not as much. Not that he minded. He'd gladly take all the teasing in the galaxy if it meant being with Ahsoka.
He slipped his middle finger into Ahsoka and her hips bucked against him, Ahsoka gasping harshly as they did. Damian began to slowly thrust his finger in and out of her soaking wet tunnel as Ahsoka moaned and rocked her hips against him, his thumb making small circles over her clit in time with his thrusts. He moved his lips to Ahsoka's breasts, beginning to worship them as his fingers sped up, Ahsoka already trembling.
"Oh my God," Ahsoka panted, her hands clutching his shoulder as though afraid he might disappear if she didn't. "Oh yes! F...Faster!"
He grinned, happily complying as Ahsoka's moaning grew steadily louder. Then, after barely more than a few minutes, Ahsoka arched off the bed, crying out in pleasure as her inner walls constricted around him tightly. He grinned as her body spasmed again and again, his thumb continuing over her clit, extending her orgasm before she finally began to come back down. He reached up, kissing her and she kissed him back, breathing hard. After several seconds, he broke the kiss, beginning to trail kisses back down her body, taking time to worship her breasts again before continuing. When he reached her panties, he easily pulled them down, Ahsoka lifting her hips to help him. He smiled up at her as he returned to his trail of kisses, starting at her navel then traveling down and to the side to her inner thigh. Ahsoka moaned but tried to move so he was kissing her exactly where he fully intended to, but he grinned, continuing to tease her for several more minutes, trailing kisses up and down her inner thighs and coming close to her nethers without actually going there. Finally, he moved up, capturing her clit with his mouth and she gasped harshly again, hips bucking as he began to suck and lick her clit, rolling it between his teeth gently. Ahsoka's moans were much louder than before now, and Damian almost laughed as she began to make something of a whining, mewling sound as well.
He trailed his tongue downward, running it up and down through her slit, circling her clit each time he was at the top before forcing it into her tunnel, hearing the surprised gasp as he did. He continued to lap at her drenched slit, having to actually hold Ahsoka's hips in place as he did. Finally, he moved up to focus on her clit as he pushed his middle finger into her again, Ahsoka's hips bucking instantly and continuing to as he thrust his finger in and out of her rapidly, mouth entirely focused on her clit. Finally, her hips bucked harder than before and she actually screamed, her juices spraying out of her, Damian's mouth instantly locking around her entrance, happily and greedily drinking up her juices. When she finally came down from her orgasm, he trailed kisses back up to her face again, kissing her and earning a hoarse, tired moan as she tasted herself on his lips and tongue. He pulled back, seeing that her eyes were barely able to stay open and smiled, laying beside her, pulling her head onto his chest and wrapping his arms around her.
"You didn't..."
"It's alright," Damian smiled. "I don't need to. It's enough to make you happy."
Ahsoka stared up at him before moving up and kissing him again. He kissed her back before she pushed herself up, climbing off of him and pulling his boxers down.
"We're not done yet," Ahsoka said.
She stroked him a couple of times before taking him into her mouth, pumping her head up and down several times, Damian's eyes widening. She was amazing. She was a virgin, and she was better than any of the sluts he had ever fucked. Within a couple of minutes, he felt himself building up, only for her to release him, grinning.
"Are you sure you're a virgin?" Damian asked.
Ahsoka chuckled, stroking him slowly, keeping him on the edge but not letting him finish. He groaned, lying back.
"Ahsoka," Damian groaned. "Cut it out."
She laughed again before bending back down, taking him back in her mouth and slowly moving down his member, taking his entire length into her mouth, once again surprising him. Then, she began to move quickly again and Damian groaned. To his shame, he didn't even last another minute before he groaned out a warning, his semen flooding her mouth and throat. She took his full length into her mouth again before swallowing, Damian groaning as she did, before she bobbed her head a few more times, milking him dry before sitting up and swallowing what was left. Damian sat up instantly, kissing her and ignoring the fact that he could taste himself. He had never been fond of his own taste, and with anyone else he would refuse to kiss them if they made him finish in their mouth or in any way got his semen in their mouth. But this was Ahsoka, so he didn't care. As they kissed, Ahsoka lay back, reaching down and lining him up with her entrance. He pulled back, giving her an unsure look, making sure she was sure.
"It's alright," Ahsoka smiled. "I want it to be you."
Damian nodded, smiling and kissed her again as he slowly pushed into her, feeling himself tearing whatever was left of her hymen, which, given the training all Jedi went through, he was amazed she had at all. Ahsoka impressed him yet again by only letting out a small whimper as she was filled for the first time. Damian stopped once he was fully seated, kissing her and gently rubbing her clit. After a couple of minutes, Ahsoka began to rock her hips and Damian began to pull out until only his head was still inside then push back in slowly. Ahsoka moaned each time he did, holding him against her, her breathing heavy again. Damian slowly began to speed up, thrusting into her slightly harder. Ahsoka moaned louder but pain flashed across her face.
Damian instantly slowed back down. "Sorry."
Ahsoka shook her head, managing a smile even as she moaned. "Faster."
Damian looked unsure but nodded, speeding back up slowly, feeling Ahsoka's hips match his thrusts. After several minutes, he was thrusting into her quickly, Ahsoka's breathing too ragged to even manage a moan. Her fingernails but into his back suddenly just before she arched off of the bed, her insides clamping down around him, almost painfully tight. He groaned, continuing to thrust into her as he felt his own climax growing. Ahsoka began to move her hips again, despite the fact that he could still feel her insides spasming and clamping against him. Then, finally, he couldn't hold it any longer.
"Ahsoka," he groaned. "I'm..."
"Inside," Ahsoka managed to force out, finally starting to come down from her orgasm.
He thrust into her rapidly several more times before burying himself as deep as he could, his seed flooding out and filling Ahsoka, instantly making Ahsoka cry out in pleasure, beginning to orgasm all over again. Damian continued to pump his seed into her, beginning to thrust into her between sprays. Finally, they both slowly came back down, panting. Damian rolled them over so that Ahsoka was on top and his softening member stayed inside of her. She moaned as it softened. Finally, it slipped out of her, and she lay her head on his shoulder, both trying to control their labored breathing.
"I love you Ahsoka," Damian breathed. "I love you so much. I'm sorry for all the pain I've cause you, and I swear to you I will never do it again."
"It's alright," Ahsoka smiled up at him. "I love you too, Damian. And no matter what happens, I always will."
Damian nodded, pulling the sheet up over them to cover their nude forms before closing his eyes. Ahsoka drifted off to sleep first, having already been tired from the first two orgasms. Damian smiled, reveling in the feeling of her skin on his, in being able to feel her heartbeat against his chest, and hearing her even breathing. He heard the door open and looked up, seeing Barriss grinning at him from the doorway. He rolled his eyes and she set a clean set of clothes in the chair for Ahsoka then silently left, closing the door behind her. Damian smiled, tucking his head into Ahsoka's and quickly drifting off to sleep as well.
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