Unknown Planet on the borders of the Outer Rim and the Unknown Regions
"Why is it that every time we see each other after a length of time, you're always running and we both end up crash landing on a completely unknown and, in this case at least, quite possibly uncharted planet?" Ahsoka Tano asked rather huffily as she struggled to extricate herself from the crash webbing she was tangle in.
Jackello Harolem, the man at whom her question was directed, lifted his hands defensively. "It's not my fault! Those blue skinned freaks' weapons weren't stopped by my shields. Stang! At least it wasn't the Legacy Hawk."
They managed to get themselves disentangled from the crash webbing and struggled to their feet. Amazingly, the cockpit seemed to be in alright shape. However, when Jackello ran diagnostics on the rest of the ship, they found out that they wouldn't likely be taking off again. The engines were shredded by the unknown alien's strange weapons and the communications had been burned away in atmosphere. In fact, the only things that were operational were interior environmental controls, life supports and external environment scanners. "Lovely;" growled Ahsoka. "Well, hopefully this planet has breathable air at least."
"I'll run a check;" said Jack, keying it in to the computer terminal.
As they waited, the Mandalorian smuggler grinned broadly and said, "Do you remember our last little crash landing, Ahsoka?"
A deeper red snuck into her cheeks at the memory of what had happened almost a decade before and a smile tugged at her lips. "I do and believe me when I say that it isn't going to happen again?"
"Really? You seemed to be having fun last time."
The color in her cheeks deepened but she turned away from him. "Sure I did but then I found out what a scoundrel you really were."
"You're still angry about my leaving, are you?" he asked, all innocence and mild dejection.
"What?" said Ahsoka with mock surprise, "Me? Mad about you leaving me in the Naboo spaceport without long range comms, without a ship, without so much as a-" and she paused for a moment before saying, "without even making sure I would be able to contact someone? Now why would I be mad at that?"
"Well when you put it like that..." said Jackello, blushing and having at least enough decency to look mildly abashed.
Ahsoka just waved it away. "No, I'm not still mad. But as I said, it's not going to happen again."
That infuriating grin, the lopsided one that immediately made Ahsoka want to either smack him right across the face or kiss him, came out and he said, "Fair enough."
Ahsoka glared at him. "Seriously, Jack. It's not happening."
"Okay, okay;" he said, lifting his hands in surrender, "you made your point."
But that stupid grin was still there. Before she had the chance to give him a piece of her mind, the console beeped. Jackelo leaned over and looked at it. "Well, well - it looks like the air is perfectly breathable - no toxins, no gases, nothing but good clean air."
"Great;" said Ahsoka, on her feet instantly. "I could use some fresh air."
"I'll come with you;" said Jackelo as he stood to his feet.
He was right behind her as the boarding ramp lowered. The sight before them was quite beautiful. They had crash landed in a field of wild flowers of some kind. Pollinating insects the size of the end of Ahsoka's little finger were flying from one to the other almost lazily and the wind was gentle. The weather itself was beautiful. They reached the bottom and Ahsoka took a deep breath. The smell of the flowers was almost intoxicating and she smiled broadly. "Well I suppose there are worse places to crash land, huh Jack?"
"Sure are;" he said, "hey, you want me to do a long range scan? See if maybe there's habitation on this planet?"
Ahsoka was about to make a snarky remark about the fact he hadn't done so yet but instead, she decided to give him a break. "No, that's fine. We can do that later. I don't suppose you have food aboard this crate, do you?"
Jack smirked and said, "Sweetheart, that's what I was smuggling - high end field rations. They were going to go to the refugees on Nar Shadda but then this whole debacle happened."
"Right;" murmured Ahsoka before taking another another deep breath.
Off in the distance, slightly down an incline from where they were, the sunlight glinted off of what was probably a stream or a small body of water. Pointing to it, she said, "Why don't we go over there and see what that is?"
Jack nodded and they jogged off towards it. As they went, the fragrance began to grow stronger. It gave her an odd feeling. It was so pleasant and made her feel so good that she wanted to wriggle with delight. Of course, that was a ridiculous urge. They were just flowers after all.
When they reached the water, they found that it was a shallow, fairly narrow creek that was no more than twenty meters across. "This is beautiful;" said Ahsoka.
"Agreed;" said Jack as he plopped down on a rock and began working on his boots. "This place is pretty warm. I'm going to bathe my feet for a bit."
Ahsoka watched him for a moment and a ridiculous idea entered her head. "You know what?" she said, "I might just go for a swim."
Jackello chuckled and said, "Right; you're just going to jump on in, boots clothes, lightsaber and everything, huh?"
Ahsoka chuckled. "Of course not."
When Jack looked up, he was surprised to see that the Jedi was already down to her compression bra and some tight, athletic style undershorts. His mouth dropped open and, for only the second time in his entire life, or at least as far as he could remember, he was at a complete loss for words.
So much of Ahsoka's vibrant orange skin was visible that he didn't quite know how to handle it. "If you aren't joining my;" she said, "just make sure no one steals my lightsabers or clothes, please."
She waded in and Jackelo only had one thought on his mind. I have got to join her.
Quickly, he unbuckled all the plates of his beskar'gam and stripped the body glove beneath off. When he himself was only in his undershorts, he plunged into the water, puffing and spluttering as he found it to be much colder than he thought it would be. When he looked back at Ahsoka, he noticed that she was looking at him, chewing her lower lip with a hungry gleam in her blue eyes. "What?" asked Jackelo.
"Nothing;" said Ahsoka but she seemed to be unable to avert her eyes.
They wandered up and down his body - or at least what was still above water. Slowly, Ahsoka waded towards. "What?" he asked again, his voice going just slightly rough.
This time, when she said it, she interrupted herself with a gulp. "No-nothing."
Ahsoka had to touch him. All that glistening muscle and that wonderful brown hair. She remembered from their last crash landing how soft it was and how hard the muscles beneath his smooth, scarred skin was. Some sane part of her mind screamed for her to wait a moment and clear her mind - to take a deep breath. When she did, however, it only made her womanhood throb with need. Something in the air; she realized as she grabbed him almost violently and kissed him.
Her very contained and smashed breasts were smashed even more against the hard plains of his chest as his lips met hers kiss for kiss. One of his hands was cupping the back of her head while the other slid down her back and grabbed her round, firm rear end. The surprise and sensation cause her to moan. She hadn't at all expected that. Suddenly, his hands were working at the lower part of her compression bra. Instinctively, she lifted her arms and felt a massive amount of relief as the offending garment lifted and her breasts bounced free. "Wow..." he muttered as he took a break from kissing her to admire the generous globes of flesh. "you've sure grown up since the last time."
"Forget about last time;" hissed Ahsoka as she tried to decide whether to remove her last remaining garment or his. "That was just some making out and petting. I want more this time. Stars above! What is wrong with me?"
She asked the question even as she worked her undershorts down her long, athletic legs and tossed it and the compression bra onto the bank next to their weapons and clothes. Jack was working on his as well but when wet, the material tended to cling to the body. Ahsoka giggled huskily, "Hurry up, Jack;" she said.
Her womanhood was throbbing and one thing she remember that she enjoyed very much from fooling around together those years ago is that he knew how to touch her breasts and her butt and her slick, dripping slit just right to make her simply squeal with ecstasy. This time, however, she wasn't a totally inexperienced teenager. This time, she would make him squirm every bit as much.
Impatiently, she reached out and yanked them so that he could work them the rest of the way off. Even beneath the surface of the water, she could tell that he was hard and ready and, by the force, so was she. She flung herself upon him again, kissing him possessively and almost violently as she tried to climb his wet body to position herself in the best place to impale her womanhood on his throbbing need. His powerful arms wrapped around her and his hands gripped her rear end. With the sound of sloshing and splashing, he carried the both out of the water and laid her down in the green grass on the bank.
Ahsoka grabbed his throbbing shaft and tried to wrestle him to where she wanted him, right between her molded orange thighs. However, Jack had other ideas. To his mind, there was so much irresistible smooth flesh to taste and touch and that's what he was going to do. Ahsoka was still trying to force him where she wanted him when his mouth descended on the side of her neck and sucked sharply on it. Ahsoka gasped and whimpered, her hand going from trying to get him between her legs to stroking his long shaft.
Jack's mouth began to go on a tour around her body. It left red-orange marks on her neck and by her collar bones as well. Every now and again, he would kiss her lips just to let her feel like she was participating but for the most part, he continued on his diligent path over her body. Her shoulders received a goodly amount of his attention and so did her upper chest. Ahsoka thrust her upper body towards Jack, causing him to chuckle. He knew exactly what she wanted. He had discovered the last time they had fooled around that her breasts, especially the pale nipples, were extremely sensitive and she enjoyed having them played with. Last time, they had been small but perky and he had teased the pale tips into hard nubs with skillfully brushes of his fingers. This time, he couldn't resist the desire to suck on them. One large hand massaged one of the globes, unable to contain it, while his lips wrapped around the opposite tip. His other hand was supporting his weight.
Ahsoka cried out with pleasure. She didn't say words. The pleasure zinging through her body like electrical currents made words impossible. Her core was already twitching and wracked with spasms and the juices were flowing out. Her eyes were fluttering and rolling back and Jack hadn't even gotten to the real thing yet - just winding her up like he had before when they were teenagers.
But for whatever reason, this time, she was closed to losing it. She could feel the pleasure and the pressure grow as he switched from the one of her sensitive nipples to the other while the hand that had been kneading it moved down to the apex of her thighs. When he felt how sopping wet she was, and not from the creek, he groaned and released her breast with a pop. "Easy, Ahsoka! I'm already about to blow!"
She stopped and said, "I was too, and you weren't even touching me where it counted. What the kriff is going on in this place, Jack?"
With a groan, he leaned in and kissed her passionately. His finger was feeling and testing around her slick, aroused lower lips and Ahsoka had to grab his hand. "Jack, we need to calm down;" she gasped, wanting nothing more that to make him stuff her full of his shaft and slam her body until she shrieked with delight and his pumped his thick essence into her.
Nothing would please her more than that and the whole situation made her nervous. Using the force, she used it to splash cold water over them both, trying to shock their systems. It worked - a little at least.
"Woah!" gasped Jack and immediately, he rolled to the side.
His shaft stood out at attention, ready to go and with the tip glistening with pre-ejaculation. Ahsoka's nipples were hard and aching and her lower lips were still dripping her fragrant juices. "Okay;" she said, resisting the urge to take another deep breath. "Okay; we need to get back to the wreck and get filtration masks."
"But the scans said there were no toxins or anything in the air;" said Jack as he gathered up his clothes and armor, doing whatever he could not to look at the Togruta woman's smooth, sculpted legs, her round, perfect cheeks, the glistening and swollen lower lips. Her flat stomach and her gently curved hips along with her generous breasts were hard to avoid as well.
Ahsoka was having just as hard of a time as Jack was. All she could think about was riding him to completion and her focus was so thrown that she couldn't even call on the force. They had both gathered their clothes and were going as fast as they could back towards the ship over nearly two hundred meets of the wild flowers. Suddenly, her lightsaber belt thudded into the flowers and she cursed, bending over to try and pick it up. A series of curses in Mandoa followed and ash she turned to look at Jackelo, he dropped his gear to the ground and rushed at her. Ahsoka dropped her to just in time.
The way that he grabbed her and kissed her and roughly threw both her and himself to the ground, with still enough conscious thought to ensure that she landed on him rather that the other way around, and the way that her covered every inch of her upper body in sloppy, open-mouthed kisses and the way that he, once again, sucked and teased her breasts was so exhilarating and so arousing to Ahsoka that she urged him on. "Yes! Oh yes!"
When he couldn't take it anymore, Jack moved to line himself up but was suddenly rolled over. "You are taking too long;" said Ahsoka as she lined up and allowed herself to sink down onto him.
Her eyes were rolling upward and her mouth hung open. Around his engorged manhood, she was already twitching and more juices gushed over him. The already tight squeeze around his shaft tightened the lower she sank. When she was finally seated, her body continued to spasm until she suddenly gasped and leaned forward, planting her hands on his shoulders. "I just came!" she said, breathing as if she had just run a marathon.
Jack's eyes widened. There was no way in the- he groaned in pleasure as she raised her hips and dropped them, moaning as she did. She was still wanted it and she wanted it bad!
Planting his hands on her hips, Jackelo made sure that he met her every drop with a powerful upward thrust. When they had a rhythm, it felt to both of them as if every time he thrusted upwards, he was meeting her and then tossing her back upwards again. Perspiration gathered on their naked bodies and caused them both to glimmer in the sunlight and they continued their intense coupling. Jack's hands left Ahsoka's hips and kneaded her breasts, plucking at the still-hardened nipples. The pleasure urged her to drop onto him even harder. Once again, her body began to spasm and she began to moan and wale into the open sky as her body gave in to an even more powerful climax. This time, Jackelo climaxed with her. His shaft was pulsing and she could practically feel the hot seed shooting into her body.
As they came down from their intense orgasms, their senses returned a little. "Wow..." said Jack but Ahsoka cut him off by pulling off of him.
"We'll talk about it on the ship - after we get the masks on."
She yanked him to his feet. Both of them were still on shaky legs and battling the after glow of their amazing coupling as they grabbed their gear and staggered towards the ship again.
They were at the bottom of the ramp when the fit became too much for them again. It was as if their earlier sex had only inflamed the potential for whatever was in the air to drive them to mindless, primeval passion again. Again, their clothes and weapons were tossed aside and again, their bodies, still shimmering with perspiration, joined together. This time, Ahsoka leaned forwards against the lowered ramp from one side as Jack found her scorching heat and pressed into it. "Yes;" moaned Ahsoka again as he filled her with his manhood.
His hands reached around and gripped her heaving breasts as he began to work himself in and out of her again. This time, he seamed to be trying to go at a slower pace. Ahsoka did not want a slower pace. "Blast it! What are you waiting for?" she growled. "Kriff me like you mean it, for force sake!"
Using the force, she urged him to move faster. Jackello, finding her ability to do that quite erotic, began to thrust into her as hard as he could. Her breasts were large and firm and the hardened nipples brushed against his palms. Gently, he pinched one and Ahsoka yelped slightly. Her womanhood clenched around him as he rammed back into her. "Wow! You really like that!"
"No!" gasped Ahsoka.
Jack grinned and thrust into her to the hilt and pinched both of her hard nipples. Ahsoka moaned and asked, "Why are you stopping?"
He pinched again and she moaned again. "Admit it;" he whispered before nibbling on her neck, "you like this."
He did it again and she wailed, "Yes! Now kriff me! I'm so close to cumming!"
To her momentary dismay, he pulled out. But before she could protest, he spun her around, lifted her onto the side of the ramp and speared back into her. Again and again, he pounded into her as she began to moan. Her legs locked around his waist and his hands kneaded and squeezed her breasts. Feeling his climax coming on, he reached one hand down and pressed on the nub at the top of her seam. Immediately, Ahsoka's back arched and she screamed in pleasure. Her eyes rolled back and her body began to spasm again. Jack ran his hands over her magnificent problem as he began to climax himself, thrusting into her.
As they came again, their minds began to clear and Jack scooped her up and staggered on board, smashing the closing switch and staggering to the emergency station. Ahsoka was still a wreck to he put the filtered mask over her face and turned on the oxygen. When she was set, he did the same for himself. Fatigued and still hazy with afterglow, they both slumped to the ground.
Jack looked at Ahsoka and realized that their were yellow and white streaks all over her body, especially over her breasts. Looking down at himself, he saw that there was less of the odd coloring but it was still there. "What in space is this stuff?"
Looking at his hands, he saw that they were covered in white and yellow powder and it suddenly hit him. The wild flowers were being pollinated by insects and the pollen was all over them now - especially all over her. Thankfully, they were getting oxygen in their system and hopefully that would help them out.
Ahsoka's breathing was coming back under control. "It's the pollen, Jack. It's an aphrodisiac of some kind."
"Yeah;" agreed Jack, "these masks should help us out - and I'm starving. Want any food?"
"Sure;" said Ahsoka. "I'm going to get dressed and we'll go from there. Can you check the diagnostics to see if our filtration is alright?"
Jack stood on his shaky legs and headed to what was left of the cockpit. "It's good - the shower should be as well but the water tank has a leak. It's at seventy percent right now and slowly dropping. We'd better bath and do it fast."
"Well then join me and we'll get clean quickly. Just keep your hands to your- ugh!"
"Are you alright?" asked Jack, hurrying to the refresher.
Ahsoka was leaning against the wall, chewing her lip. "The mask isn't doing it! I'm so, so-" and she moaned again.
"Okay;" said Jack and he hit the water activator, leaving it on cold.
Hurrying, he moved her under it and she squeaked. "Cold! COLD!"
As the water ran over her orange and white body, it didn't seem to take a lot of the pollen with it. Grabbing several different cleansers, he mixed them in the palm of his hand and began to rub it all over her. "Hmmm... that's nice!" said Ahsoka breathlessly.
"Oh no!" said Jack, "No more sex until we figure out how to turn you off."
"But you're just turning me on so much;" moaned Ahsoka as both hands slathered cleanser over her breasts.
Taking a soft clothe, he began brushing and scrubbing away the pollen. Suddenly, with a wanton moan, she grabbed him and kissed him so aggressively, that Jack couldn't help but kiss her back, running his hands over her body. "You have pollen all over your back;" said Ahsoka as she lifted one leg and allowed his hard, hot rod to penetrate her again. "Let me have the soap and I'll clean you while you pound me."
He did just that, grabbing her hips and plowing into her as she moaned and used the cloth and soap to scrub everything from the back of his head down to his amazingly tight little butt.
Jack ducked his head down and sucked on one of her tight, pale nipples, causing her to moan more desperately.
When they finished this time, they were both clean and were breathing hard. "Ow!" said Ahsoka. "I hurt."
"Me too;" said Jack.
"After I check out what's left of our systems, I'm going to go into a healing trance;" said the Jedi Knight. "Wake me if you need anything."
Jack nodded, heading to the medbay and picking up an unopened bacta patch and tore open the package. With a grimace, he slid it down his pants and put it on his manhood, sighing as it began to numb. Suddenly a shout came from the cockpit. "Dammit, Jackello Harolem! You didn't have the emergency beacon going that entire time! Not the entire time!"
"You mean you didn't activate it?" demanded Jack as he hobbled towards the cockpit.
"This is your ship, you nerf-brained, laser-headed-"
"Watch it;" growled Jack, "or you can look to someone else if you get any of that pollen on you!"
"Oh for the love of- you know what, I'm sleeping. Bye!"
Six days after being stranded found them sitting in what was left of the lounge. Jack was drinking out of the last bottle of brandy and Ahsoka looked over at him. "How does this keep happening? We get shipwrecked and then somehow wind up-"
Jack casually refused to meet her eye but at the same time, he wasn't making any jokes either. "Beats me."
His lack of attitude drew her attention. "Are you okay?" she asked, "You haven't been taking that pollen while I wasn't looking, have you?"
"What good would that do me?" he chuckled, "Unless you were taking it too anyway."
Ahsoka looked away, blushing slightly. "You never know until you try;" she murmured softly.
"What was that?" asked Jack.
"Nothing, but I want to say that if I had to be stuck on a planet filled with aphrodisiac flowers, it's you."
To her surprise, Jack blushed and said, "You too;"
They were quiet again before Jack seemed to muster courage. Taking a mouthful of the drunk, he said, "I've missed you, Ahsoka. We had a lot of good times during the wars and you know, I guess I just missed seeing you."
Ahsoka looked away, his face turning a darker shade of orange. "Jack - you could have gotten into contact with me you know. I would have liked that."
"Really?" said Jack, perking up slightly.
"Yes;" she said, reaching across and taking his hand. "I would have enjoyed that."
Jack pushed the bottle aside and said, "You know, I heard that relationships weren't forbidden by the Jedi anymore. Is that true?"
"Yes;" whispered Ahsoka.
"Well then, would you mind- I mean, do you want to- I would really like it if you-"
Ahsoka leaned across the table and kissed him. "Yes, I would;" she said before tenderly kissing him again. "I would have liked that back during the Clone Wars, but-" and she shrugged.
Jack nodded and stood, stretching out his hand. Smiling, Ahsoka said, "I can grab some of that pollen if you'd like."
"No;" chuckled Jack. "I'd rather it be one-hundred percent our choice and our idea."
It was two weeks before they were picked up and when they were, it was a smuggler ship from one of the more reputable, more civilized groups. Talon Karrde of the Action IV freighter the Wild Karrde took them to the med bay and had them checked.
Ahsoka sat on the edge of the bed while Jack sat in the chair. A med droid came in and said, "I have a few questions, Ma'am, if you don't mind. How long were you on that planet?"
"Two standard weeks, give or take a couple days."
The droid seemed surprised. "Are you sure?"
Ahsoka frowned and looked at Jack before nodding. "Yes, that's right."
"Ma'am;" the droid said, "you are fifteen days pregnant. Was there someone else on the planet with you?"
Ahsoka's blue eyes went so wide that they were almost too big for her head. "But that's - that's impossible! Togrutas and Humans aren't compatible at all! How in the-"
"They have a point-zero-zero-zero-zero-one percent chance of a successful impregnation but when it happens, they tend to do very well;" said the droid. "He will probably be orange skinned with white markings and will have his hair and-"
"But- but-" Ahsoka was so shocked, she didn't seem to be able to think clearly.
Jack's hand was over his mouth and his eyes were wide as well.
Suddenly, Ahsoka's focus returned and she narrowed her eyes, "Jackello Harolem!" she shouted, jumping up and pointing at him, "you- you-"
He stood with a smile, took her hands and kissed her before saying, "I guess we're having a boy, aren't we?"
Ahsoka seemed to deflate and she sat down, looking at her currently trim, well formed stomach muscles. She could already see herself in Jedi robes that wouldn't hide her swollen abdomen containing a budding life. "I'm having a baby;" she said, and a big smiled spread across her face.