Dantooine - The Ruins of the Jedi Enclave

Meetra Surik strode through the ruins one last time, knowing that it would likely be the last time that she would see them. She had to go. She had to find Revan so that they could prepare the Republic for the threat of the True Sith and the great war to come. Yet, she was so loathed to leave everything behind. Her companions and part-time students, they would need guidance to reestablish and rally the Jedi Order. While Meetra knew that there were others who would help them, she felt leery of leaving.

As she strode through what had once been a dormitory, now empty of all save equally empty beds and sinks for personal hygiene. The one third from the back had been hers nearly a lifetime ago when she had been an eager Jedi Padawan. Sighing, she sat down on it and closed her eyes, allowing her memory to go back.

Suddenly, someone nearby cleared their throat and Meetra's eyes snapped open. Leaning against the wall stood Atton Rand, the ever-ready smirk on his face and his arms crossed over his chest. "You alright?" he asked.

It sounded casual but that was just Atton's way. Meetra could sense through their force bond that he was sincerely worried about her. Smiling, she patted the bed beside her. When he sat down, she took his hand in hers and held it as she looked around the room and answered, "I'm fine; just feeling nostalgic, I suppose."

"Hmm..." said Atton, considering that. "What are we going to do now?"

Meetra took a deep breath and said, "You and the others are going to start rebuilding the Jedi Order. Under Visas and Atris, you'll finish your training and then take new apprentices. I've a feeling more Jedi survived than we originally thought and they'll gather to you all. Your base of operations will be in Coruscant, at the Jedi Temple there. Admiral Onasi informed me that he knows of three Jedi who would be interested and there is that Twi'lek padawan we found on M4-78 and the one who had been on Dantooine. I'm sure Mira could locate them again and we could include them as well."

Before she could continue, Atton placed a finger gently on her lips. "I'm sharper than that, Sweetheart. I'm noticing that you're saying 'you', 'you'll' and 'your' and not 'we', 'we'll' and 'our'. What are you planning, Meetra?"

A lump filled her throat and her eyes began to sting. "I have to go, Atton. I have to find Revan."

"What?" asked Atton, his voice low and surprised. "What do you mean?"

"He's somewhere out there, Atton. Revan is out there and so is the Sith Empire - the real Sith Empire. Without Revan, we won't stand a chance - not with the condition the Republic is in right now. That's why you all need to stay and I have to go find Revan."

Atton shook his head, his jaw firming. "No; no, that's not going to happen."

"Atton, please understand;" she said, taking both his hands into both of hers and gazing pleadingly into his eyes. "I love you. I love you so much and every fiber of my being wants you to come along with me. But I need you here. I need you to stay and help the Republic and to get the Jedi Order back on its feet. The others will need your courage and tenacity and your skills."

She smiled affectionately and reached up to stroke a lightsaber burn her had received from the Sith Lord Darth Sion. "Who else will teach them how to play pazaak and count the ticking in the hyperdrive coupling?"

Atton kept shaking his head, clearly distraught. "But Meetra, we're all lost without you. We need you. Without you..."

"Without me, you'll have each other;" she said. "And without me, you'll grow stronger together and apart. It's what you'll need to fully realize yourselves as Jedi."

Atton looked as though he himself was perilously close to tears. In a voice that was so rough that she could barely understand him, he asked, "But Meetra, what about us? I mean, after everything- after all we've been through- and after-"

She silenced him with a kiss on the lips. Atton immediately wrapped his arms around her and returned the kiss. It was a long, sweet and tender kiss that cause both their minds to haze a little. Finally, she separated and leaned her forehead against his. "This is the hardest thing that I will ever have to do. But I'm not leaving immediately. There are still some preparations that I have to make. I want to be sure that you're all going to be set up for success as best as I can."

Atton nodded and stood. "Well then, what are we waiting for? Let's get going."

He was trying to be brave and supportive and, by the force, she loved him all the more for it.

Smiling, she stood and said, "Not yet. Let's stay here just a little while longer."

After just a moment of hesitation, Atton nodded. Meetra wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again. This time, the kiss was filled with passion and desire and Atton returned it. Throughout the entire journey from Paragus to this point, there had been a disquiet between them, a tension that was equal parts distrust and sexual attraction. Now, the distrust was replaced with love and affection and the sexual attraction had only groan more intense.

Meetra pushed the brown leather jacket off of Atton's shoulders, leaving him only in the white shirt beneath. That seems to be a signal to go for the scoundrel-turned Jedi and he began to systematically removing her clothing without even breaking their kiss. Her long, brown outer robe went first, followed quickly by the weapons belt, which softly clanged on the bedside locker against the wall. One garment at a time, he removed her clothing - tunic, shirt and trousers until she was naked in his arms, pressing the whole of her body against his.

Then it was her turn. She attacked his clothes with desperate need, removing the fingerless gloves her wore and the white shirt. They were quickly followed by his undershirt and trousers. When they were both completely naked, Atton lifted her and laid her on the bed. "I've been thinking about this ever since Paragus;" he said in a low, sultry voice.

"Yeah?" said Meetra breathlessly as he began to explore and touch every inch of her smooth, supple skin. It was marked with many a scar from combat but in his eyes, each and every scar was precious. "So have I. All those hungry glances you gave me - it felt good to be desired, even if I knew it wouldn't be wise to go down that path at the time. I love that you want me."

"Want you;" chuckled Atton, "and have you;" and he sucked on the side of her neck, leaving a very clear and prominent red mark where anyone could see it.

Meetra gasped as her body began to tingle with pleasure. Atton kissed all over her shoulders and her chest as she continued to gasp. It had been years since she had felt this way - the tender ministrations of a lover caressing and teasing her and sending charges of pleasure through her body.

Reflexively, she lifted a leg and wrapped it around his hip. One hand easily and softly caressed the sensitive skin of it, increasing the sensations that were already overloading her nerves. One of his hands reached down and firmly squeezed one of the shapely cheeks of her rear end, causing giggles to join her gasps. One of his hands cupped one of her breasts and a thumb teased her sensitive nipple to hardness.

"Atton;" she gasped.

She suddenly felt something brush against her other leg and she moaned. It had been so long. Not since the end of the Mandalorian Wars had someone made love to her and she desperately needed him now. Ten years was far too long.

Reaching down, she grabbed his manhood hood and Atton flinched and groaned. Meetra kissed him as he moved into place and slid carefully and easily into her body. She whimpered as she kissed him. Even though it felt good, it also hurt a little since she was not used to the intrusion. Atton pulled away and smiled down at her. "You really are beautiful, Meetra - the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

Meetra smiled and wrapped her legs around him, pulling as much of him into her as she possibly could. The pain was inconsequential. All she wanted was to be as close to him and as intertwined with him as possible. With her legs around his waist and her arms around his upper back, she clung to him as he continued to kiss her. Little known to Meetra, this made the actual action of making love to her slightly problematic in that position. But Atton was no more willing to be released by her than she was to release him. Instead, he lifted her up and grabbed her by her firm, shapely rear end and pressed her against the wall at the head of the bed. In that position, he held her in place as he began to thrust upwards into her, groaning with pleasure as she squeezed around his throbbing need.

Meetra gasped and moaned with every thrust, her eyelids fluttering and rolling back as he did. Whether it was just the position they were in or she was just so sensitive from her abstinence, every thrust sent such an intense jolt of pleasure that she feared that she would pass out from sensory overload. Rather than pass out, she climaxed hard as the increasingly intense sensation overwhelmed her and, in surprise as much as pleasure, she cried out and gripped Atton so hard that he gave a strangled groan. As the waves of pleasure began to fade, Meetra's muscles went slack and Atton lowered her to the bed. Checking one of the lockers, Atton found a blanket and draped it over them both. After only a moment, Atton wrinkled his nose. "As amazing as that was, this bed is really dusty."

"Yeah;" said Meetra, "let's get back to the Ebon Hawk."

They were leery to return to everyone. Mira wouldn't let them live it down for sure. After wiping each other down, they dressed and hurried back. As they walked, Atton casually said, "You know, since Dar- since Kreia is no longer with us, the starboard crew compartment it empty."

Meetra seemed to be trying to hide a smile as she nodded. "That is true."

"Maybe, after we shower off and such, we can..." and he trailed off, winking suggestively.

Meetra took his hand. "I'd love that. Let's go. I'll wash your back and you can wash mine."

Many of the quarters were empty now on the ship. Mandalore was with his people on Dxun. The droid GO-TO had been fried on Malachor and HK had been nowhere to be found since then either, not to mention the loss of Kreia. As Meetra and Atton boarded, they saw a rather strange sight. In the lounge, Mira was on Mical's lap with her arms around his neck as she kissed him passionately. The diplomat-turned Jedi's arms were around her as well and they were clearly enjoying themselves thoroughly.

Going as quietly as possible so as not to disturb them, they snuck on by. The starboard crew quarters were empty and as soon as the doors were shut behind them, they were kissing one another again. "We should at least get underway again to Coruscant before we get started because I don't plan on letting you out of here until the hyperspace alarm goes off;" said Meetra, her voice taking on a tone that Atton did not at all expect.

At a sprint, he pelted out and back down the corridor, into the main lounge, startling Mira and Mical. "Hey! When did you get back?" asked Mira, casually easing out of Mical's lap and to her feet.

Atton yelled over his shoulder, "Five minutes ago. We're getting underway. No need to stop on my account. We already saw you."

T3 was jacked into the nav computer as Atton ran to it. "We're heading to Coruscant, T3. Mind setting course while I power her up?"

The droid whistled cheerfully in reply as the engines roared to life. He was about to start the pre-flight diagnostics but T3 whistled at beeped that he had already done so in anticipation that they would soon be taking off. "Great! Thanks little guy."

Over the intercom, he announced, "Buckle up, all, we're taking off. Next stop - Coruscant."

With that, he lifted off the ground and blazed into the sky above. Even though he was pushing the ship to its max, he couldn't help but impatiently mutter, "Come on. Come on! Let's go! I have a beautiful woman waiting for me, you piece of junk!"

As soon as they were out of the planet's gravity well, he called back, "Ready back there?'

T3 whistled affirmative and Atton eased the levers forward. "Great!"

Jumping up, he pelted back to the crew quarters and tried to open the door. To his surprise, it didn't budge. Frowning, he knocked and a deceptively casual voice called out. "Who is it?"

Frowning, he said, "Meetra? It's Atton, what's the big deal?"

Suddenly, the locking mechanism clicked and he slapped the door control. Waiting in the rear-most bunk was Meetra, smiling with anticipation and wearing a ridiculous dancer's outfit she had obtained while they were on Nar Shadda. Atton stepped in and the door shut behind him. Gracefully, Meetra stood and moved towards him, sidling almost shyly over before hitting the locking button and taking his hands. "Why don't you work on getting out of those clothes and I'll start dancing for you?"

"I didn't know you could dance;" said Atton, his hoarse with shock.

Meetra blushed a little and averted her eyes as she stepped back.

The woman was a powerhouse in a battle, able to handily engage numerous enemies. She was a brilliant pazaak player, an able negotiator and, it turned out, quite the investigator as well. Yet, somehow, it seemed as though she was still a shy, naive and inexperienced young woman. It was clear that she wasn't at all sure of what she was doing but she was certainly trying to add some seductiveness and scintillation to their still-new relationship. Smiling eagerly, he said, "Well what are you waiting for? I don't start undressing until you start your dancing, Sweetheart."

That boosted her confidence and she stepped back with a smile that truly was seductive and alluring. Slowly, she began to sway and even without music, it was intoxicating to watch. Atton just stared, open mouthed at her, his eyes roving from her feet in leather boots that went half way up her shapely calves, up her naked, gloriously long legs and bare hips with nothing but a cord and leather loincloth covering womanhood. Her flat belly and navel caught his gaze for a moment and when she turned, her bare, smooth back kept his attention as well before she turned back to face him and her general cleavage was displayed from beneath the cups of the outfit that barely covered and contained her generous breasts. "Hey, I'm dancing;" she said with a chuckle. "Why aren't you working on those clothes?"

Snapped out of his gawking at her, Atton quickly began to undress, starting with his boots and the socks beneath. As he got down to nothing, Meetra kicked off her boots and unfastened the tiny clasps that held on her barely existent garments. When she was naked again, she pushed Atton onto the bed and continued dancing, makings sure to display herself as much as possible to him. His burning gaze and the fact that his manhood was now revealed and getting larger and harder by the moment caused her to feel her own desire and arousal to spike. Biting her lower lip, she danced her way over to him and straddled his hips, grinding her glistening womanhood against him as she began to kiss him passionately. Atton's hands were everywhere, brushing the tops of her thighs and caressing her rear and lower back before moving forward and upward to cup her breasts and tease the nipples.

Meetra gasped and leaned back to give him even better access. Eagerly, Atton leaned in and sucked on one of her pert, light brown nipples, biting gently on the tip as she gasped and wrapped her arms around him. "Oh my stars..." she moaned before biting her lower lip and moaning again.

From one to the other, Atton went back and forth as his hands went back to caressing and feeling her warm, supple body. The more he did, the more her arousal and desire grew until she couldn't take it anymore. Lifting his chin, she kissed his lips ravenously before standing and pushing him down onto the bed and joining him there. Suddenly, someone knocked on the quarters door.

Vexed at being interrupted, Meetra yelled, "Go away! We're busy."

Silence followed for several minutes until Atton sucked on one of her hardened nipples to get her attention. It certainly did the trick. With a wanton moan, she kissed him and found his throbbing manhood again. After getting into position, she placed it between her legs and sank down with series of gasps and shuddering breaths. As soon as she was seated and adjusted, Meetra began a steady rhythm of raising a lowering herself as Atton grasped her hips and urged her along. They gasped and moaned as her pace increased in speed and her breathing began to falter. Suddenly, Atton rolled her over and pushed down on her legs, from above, he began to thrust into her, her hips smacking the backs of her thighs with noisy slaps.

Meetra's back arched with every thrust into her and her breathing became more and more ragged. Suddenly, she shivered and her entire body tensed with pleasure. Atton could feel her climaxing around his throbbing need. Having accomplished his goal, he went for his own completion. It was a matter of moments before he climaxed as well. They lay together, regaining their breath and sighing in satisfaction. "Remember that ridiculous line I tried way back on Paragus?" asked Atton as she lay back against his chest, his right hand intertwined with hers.

Meetra chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, I do. Stars, you were such a nerf back then!"

Atton chuckled. "Yeah, I was. What can I say? I'd never flirted with a Jedi or ex-Jedi or whatever you were supposed to be before that."

"Fair enough;" she said before she was overcome by a massive yawn. "Still;" she continued, "the whole 'wow, it must be hard to be a Jedi with no husband' thing... I mean, let's be honest. That doesn't work on anyone."

Atton chuckled again and she could sense his embarrassment through their bond. Smiling, she turned around a little awkwardly and kissed him before saying, "I would never have guessed that a noble, powerful and compassionate soldier lay beneath a shell of pessimism, selfishness and absolute ridiculousness."

"Not so loud;" he chuckled, blushing ever so slightly. "I do have a reputation to maintain, you know."

"Oh no, it's too late for that;" chuckled Meetra as she turned around to face him again, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. "You're swash-buckling reputation is gone for good. Whenever anyone who knew the old Atton Rhand comes by, I'm going to tell them 'no, he's really just a big, sweet, stuffed animal when you get to know him - not a roguish bone in his body.'"

The one-time soldier and mutineer lifted an eyebrow and his eyes began to smolder alluringly. "Oh, you don't think I'm roguish anymore?"

His voice was low and husky. In one quick movement, he was on top of her again. "Are you sure about that, Sweetheart?" he growled.

He began to kiss along her neck and shoulder again, causing her to gasp and moan. One of his hands brushed down her body until it came to the apex of her thighs. They spread apart is if he had hit a command button for them to do so and his clever fingers dipped downward until they found her seem. Meetra had just come down from her post-coital high and was still very sensitive so when his index and middle fingers touched her nub, her entire body shivered and she moaned, "Oh stars!"

"You see, Meetra, I may be a noble Jedi Knight and all that now but I still pride myself on a little bit of roguishness. So, tell me, do you still think I'm not a scoundrel or a rogue anymore?"

Even as she moaned at his attention and even as he continued to tease her body, she shook her head jerkily and managed to gasp out, "No; no you're not a scoundrel or a rogue anymore!"

"Hmmm..." he said before dipping his head to to nibble and kissed across her chest, sucking on her nipples as he continued to tease her nether regions. His ministrations were enough to drive her mad with desire but not enough to fulfill her or cause her to cum again. He cruelly kept her right on the edge, working on each of her pleasure points. "Are you sure?" he asked again. "I mean, no one who's completely noble would leave you right on the verge like this and not give you relief, much less force you to say something if he wasn't at least a little bit of a roguish scoundrel still, right?"

"No;" she whimpered weakly, only to beg in the next shuddering breath, "Atton, please! Don't be so cruel! I'm so close! So very, vert close!"

"Oh I'm cruel, huh?" he chuckle, allowing the to fingers to sink inter her body.

He could feel it trembling and flexing with each twitch of his fingers and yet, she didn't cum. She was right there, right on the very brink of incredible orgasm and he could tell.

Meetra left hand was fisted in the blanket while her right hand was gripping his shoulder, though what she was trying to do with it, he couldn't tell. "All it takes is for you to acknowledge that I'm still a bit of a scoundrel." he whispered into her ear before nibbling on it lightly. "And then to admit that you like that I am and then I will give you the relief that you so desperately need. You can do that, can't you, Exile?"

She was still shaking her head and he curled his fingers inside of her, finding the sweet spot and pressing against it just barely while his thumb pressed against her throbbing clit. He could tell by their force bond that if he were to even twitch just right, she would orgasm and orgasm hard. And yet, he didn't move his fingers. He kissed her neck and nibbled her ears and sucked on her stiff, sensitive nipples but in left her painfully, tortuously on the very edge.

"Please;" she moaned wantonly, needing him to complete her. "You're a rogue, a damned scoundrel and a cruel son of Kath hound for torturing like this now please give me what I need!"

Atton grinned with wicked triumph and was about to finish her when he suddenly felt his hand pulled from her body and, in an expert Echani combat maneuver, found himself on the cold, hard durasteel deck. "I said;" she hissed as she took hold of his manhood and began to stroke, "give me what I need. That isn't your fingers, Atton. That's this."

She slid onto his manhood with another moan and began to ride him like a ronto. The fact that she was already cumming hard wasn't stopping her either. She didn't stop moaning or gasping as she continued to rise and drop onto him with wild, desperate lust.

Atton found that his working of her body had made him highly susceptible to stimulation as well. As she rode him, he quickly realized that he wasn't going to last much longer than she had. Her continues, endless orgasm reverberating over their force bond certainly wasn't helping, any more that the sight of her spectacular body rising and falling above him. As his orgasm hit him like a turbolaser blast, Meetra screamed with pleasure as her orgasm turned into an even more powerful one. As it reverted back and forth between them, they both began to find it hard to remain coherent. There was nothing there except their affection and their carnal pleasure.

When they finally came to again, they found that somehow, they had made it back onto the bed and were rather haphazardly draped across it with Meetra splayed over Atton's torso. "I hope the other's didn't sense that;" he muttered, surprised at the slurred sluggishness of his own voice.

Meetra chuckled and said, "No; I taught everyone what you taught me about shielding my thoughts."

"Playing pazaak in your head;" corrected Atton, continuing their little inside joke.

Meetra just giggled. "Whatever. Besides, it's beginning to seem like my force bond with the others is beginning to fade. Ours is getting stronger because we keep using it."

"Well that's good;" Atton yawned, "because they certainly heard us."

"Don't care;" said Meetra. She was beginning to sound very sleepy.

Mira was glaring at them as they came to the main lounge. Mical and Brianna refused to meet their eyes while Bao-Dur and Visas seemed to be perfectly nonchalant about the whole thing. The big Zabrak was dishing out some kind stewed vegetables, meat and spices that smelled wonderful. After they had all gotten some food and were lounging around, the one-time bounty hunter growled, "Well it sounded like your two had fun."

Meetra was blushing and chose not to answer while Atton said, "Yeah, as a matter of fact, we did."

"When we get to Coruscant, I want those crew quarters sound proofed. Do you hear me, Bao-Dur? Sound. Proofed! No one should have to suffer through hearing that you two going at it like wild animals."

Somehow, Meetra found her words funny and had to resist the urge to laugh. That, of course, only caused Mira to glare even more angrily at her. "It's not funny!"

"No;" said Atton, grinning ear to ear, "but your reaction is quickly becoming absolutely hilarious."

Growling, Mira stood up and said, "Just you wait. I'll show you exactly how awkward and insufferable it is to have to hear that."

She all but stomped off towards the port-side crew quarters and smacked the door control.

The rest of them chuckled and finished their meal. That done, they all went off to do their various tasks or activities. Bao-Dur actually did begin to look into soundproofing both of the crew quarters and the med bay as well. Visas took Brianna and began to work with her on the basic tenants of the force. Mical, after taking stock of food and medical supplies, went off to find Mira to make sure she was okay. Atton and Meetra went up to the cockpit. It was peaceful up there. They talked about the plans for the Jedi Order and the Republic and just about everything accept the fact that Meetra would be leaving all too soon to go find Revan. As they talked, they suddenly heard a soft, muffled cry coming from what sounded to be the main crew area. Frowning, they both wordlessly stood up and followed it, only to find that it wasn't coming from the crew area but from the port-side crew quarters. It took only a moment to recognize Mira's low voice moaning in ecstasy. Suddenly, she cried, "Yes! That's it, Mical, right there! Oh STARS!"

"Okay, I agree;" muttered Atton, "we need to sound proof the quarters."

"True;" murmured Meetra, "but they do have a good idea. We still have a few hours before we make it to Coruscant."

Atton nodded and, hand in hand, they both headed to the starboard crew quarters again.

I know! It's been awhile. Hope you enjoyed this chapter! During my unintentional hiatus from Fanfic, I met a fellow writer who, some day, wants to be a novelist. I told him that I would give him a shout out. If you want to read an original story set in a fictional world of warriors and dragons, go to Cyrus King's blog at cyrusking0066 . He's a pretty gifted writer I think, so go check him out.

Now I currently have a list of couples who I want to include in this that I haven't written about yet, so I'm going to give some options here:

- Two of my OC's Barabus Gaul and Emma Illana (see Where we came From for their origins)
- Kento and Mallie Marek
- Winter Retrac and Tycho Celchu
- Talon Karrde and Shada D'ukal
- Droggan Sarjade and Amara Kardine (my OC's who wind up being Mara Jade's parents)
- Etain Tur-Mukan and Republic Commando 'Darman'
- Satele Shan and Jace Malcom
- Mical the Disciple and Mira

If you have any other ideas, please let me know and feel free to suggest situations that they may be in for the story, that way it isn't completely 100% smut. I do try to give some context, you know.