25 ABY

"Sara! He's here. Again." Maz's angry voice reached her.

Sara, 19, was in the kitchen taking a big Roba pie out of the oven. She put the pie onto a table and leaned on that same table, closing her eyes, feeling very tired of that situation.

Maz appeared by the kitchen door, her augmented eyes staring daggers at Sara.

"I know, Maz." she replied. "I know he's here."

"You have to put an end to this! He can't keep on coming here every week. I hate to see you hiding in the kitchen! This situation is hurting you!"

"I know." Sara whispered, looking at the hot pie in front of her. For a year now Ben had been visiting the Castle weekly. On most of those nights, Sara just hid in the kitchen, but some nights she was needed out front to serve the tables or mix drinks on the counter – then she had to face him. In all of those nights she ended up against some wall of the Castle being deliciously ravished by him – usually after arguing about his poor judgment to make decisions.

"My dear. I can't forbid the Knights to come to the Castle, they are great clients and this is supposed to be neutral ground..." Maz continued, not as angry as before.

"I know. I know."

Sara walked to the kitchen door to look at him, unable to stop the warm feeling of anticipation that spread over her body. He sat on the corner table and removed his mask, as usual. She walked back into the kitchen.

Are you too busy? she heard his voice in her head, their bond had strengthened with his coming to see her often.

Yes. I'm afraid I won't be able to give you any attention tonight. she lied, slicing up the Roba pie. Maz was still looking at her, as if she knew Sara was talking to Ben.

I can wait. he said.

Sara closed her eyes, feeling her heart beat a little faster.

Let's stop whatever this is, Ben. Just leave, stop coming here. You're hurting me.

I can't stop. I need to see you. Let me just stay here, let me just look at you.

She smiled weakly.

Suit yourself. she answered.

And he kept his word: the whole night he did nothing but sit there, watching her every move, only entering her mind when she started dancing with Pete, an old smuggler and Maz's friend.

You'd better stop that. Sara heard Ben's voice in her head.

Why? I like to dance. And Pete is harmless. she smiled at Ben, purposely intensifying her dance moves, inciting him.

Old Pete put his right hand on her waist during the dance and suddenly dropped to the floor, unconscious.

What have you done? Sara silently shouted at Ben, while kneeling down by Pete to check him.

He's just asleep. Nothing to worry about. I asked you to stop.

You're insufferable!

And you like it.

Sara sighed, that was almost the truth: she didn't like him: she loved him.

She helped Maz wake Pete up and, once the man was deemed fine, the owner of the Castle looked at her, knowingly.

"This wasn't an accident, Sara."

Sara just shook her head.

"You're dismissed for the rest of the night, for the sake of my clients." continued Maz. "I know we will both regret this, but you should just take him to your house and get him out of your system."

Sara blushed, understanding her words. She nodded and walked to Ben's table.

"Follow me." she ordered without looking back.

They walked out of the Castle and turned right, going uphill through a rocky path surrounded by the view of the mountains and rivers of Takodana.

"It's beautiful here." Sara heard him say.

"Yes. I love it here. It's very peaceful and charming. Not as beautiful as Chandrilla though."

"No. No place is." they arrived at a small house, with light-blue walls and white windows, a small porch in the front. "This your house?"

"Yes. I bought it with the money I got from selling my parents' house." she unlocked the front door. "Come in."

He followed her inside, closing the door after him.

The living room and the kitchen shared the main space of the house. It was decorated with simplicity, femininity and good taste; white on the walls, a light wooden floor, large windows with transparent white curtains that slowly moved in the night breeze; there were some books on a shelf and a mirror on the left, a grey comfortable-looking couch in the living space with light-colored cushions on it. Also, in front of the couch, there was a small white fireplace and a coffee table – with Sara's lightsaber on it. The small kitchen area was on the right corner of the room, it had white cupboards and cabinets and a square white table with four colorful chairs (salmon-pink, light green, sky-blue and lilac). It all looked cozy and homey.

"This looks great." he said.

"Thanks. I decorated it myself." she stopped by the fireplace, arms crossed. "Sit." she ordered pointing to the couch. Ben obeyed. "Why are you here?"

"You invited me in."

"Don't be funny, Ben! Why do you keep on coming to Takodana?"

"The first time, I came here just to have a good time at the Castle. But then I saw you. And all I kept wanting was to come back and see you again. When I came for the second time and we kissed... I was doomed. I had to keep coming back. Knowing you were here and that I had the excuse of bringing the Knights to have fun at the Castle... I couldn't, I can't stay away." he stood up and walked to her. "That same old feeling of calm waves on the beach hit me hard that first night I saw you. I've missed that, I've missed you more than I thought I would."

Sara closed her eyes and uncrossed her arms, opening her eyes and trying to look at anything but him.

"And," he continued. "The other nights – those when we argued and kissed – just made me want you more. All I can think of is how good it will be to have you under me, to feel you in my arms, against my body." he was right in front of her then; one hand putting a stray curl behind her right ear. "Touching you is all I have in my mind." he pulled her close, bringing their bodies together. "And the memory of you melting against me, desiring more of my touches... that haunts me daily." he was caressing her neck with his nose. "The past week I was useless, I couldn't train properly, couldn't focus enough to lift a rock. All I could think of was you. That's why I came back."

"You shouldn't have." she lightly pushed him away, looking into his dark eyes, trying to regain control of her body – which was oh-so-willing to let him find out how good it would be to fuck her. "This between us... It has no future."

"But we promised to marry one day, remember?"

"We were stupid teens, Ben! We had a dream to pursue together: we were training to become Jedi. All was perfect. But then Snoke happened. And you... you ruined everything."

"Skywalker ruined it."

"You both did. He shouldn't have thought that you had already made your decision and you should have trusted your uncle, learned from his mistakes." she looked up into his eyes. "Let's forget about it; it was four years ago. It brought us to where we are today. You're a Knight, you work for Snoke. And I help Maz and have learned to like this planet."

"Do you want me to leave?" he took a step back, putting space between them.

"No." she whispered, shaking her head, trying to stop the tears in her eyes from falling. She gave a step forward, closing the space between them, and put her hands on his chest. "I want you to stay, to never leave and to always come back. But I know that's impossible, I can't ever have you." she touched her forehead to his chest.

"Yes, you can." he pulled her closer, holding her tight.

Sara felt her legs go weak, the scent of his skin, his breath on her face, his hands on her body, all playing havoc with her senses. She looked up, into his eyes, and Ben used that moment to kiss her, suckling her bottom lip into his mouth before delving in with his tongue, finding hers. Sara's arms wrapped around his neck, while his hands roamed her body.

She was full of new curves she didn't have when they were just teenagers snogging in a cabin. And Ben had more muscles than she remembered; she pulled his shirt over his head and stared at the broad strong naked chest in front of her, his physical strength enhancing her desire for him. He pushed her against the wall, one strong leg finding its way between hers, then he began working on her blouse. He opened its buttons – each one revealing more soft creamy skin that he kissed and licked and bit mercilessly. He threw her blouse onto the floor and opened her brassiere, her full breasts now exposed to his pleasure, he gave them special attention, laving her nipples with attention, softly biting them, rolling them between his fingers, licking and foundling her breasts.

Sara was reduced to a babbling pile of desire. All she knew was to moan his name, pull his hair and gasp for air. The strong thigh between her legs, putting pressure on her center, the delicious assault on her breasts, the image of the man she loved doing all of that to her. It was all too much.

He took her lips again, full of raw incontrollable desire.

"Where room?" he gasped against her lips.

"Last door on the right." Sara whispered, breathing laboriously.

He held her tight against his body, walked towards the bedroom and pushed her against the wall again by the closed bedroom door; touching her again, as if memorizing the feel of her skin.

With a movement of her hand the bedroom door slammed open.

"Now, Ben, take me to bed now! Before I regain my senses."

And he obeyed, guiding them into the bedroom still keeping their bodies close together, kissing non-stop; he made her sit on the edge of the bed and removed his own boots and pants, quickly, leaving nothing on his body.

Sara stared at his naked body, feeling her desire increase by just staring at the raw strength of that man in front of her. She removed her own shoes and pants, Ben helped her get rid of her knickers.

He looked at her naked body for a few seconds. Sara could feel his desire growing, it took control of her, their powers connecting more strongly than ever before – making the air thick, heavy with their feelings.

Ben made her lay down, putting his naked self over hers, matching her body's form perfectly. He kissed her lips, finding her tongue with his and slowly kissing her, he nipped her jaw, neck, moving to her full breasts, where he laved her skin again, biting her already sensitive pink nipples, hearing her moan his name, begging for more. And he delivered. His hands venturing over her curved body, exploring. He trailed kisses from her breasts to her entrance – she was soaking wet for him. He wanted – no – he needed to taste her, all of her. So he lowered his face and licked her opening, making her gasp and arch her back. He tongue-fucked her for a while, her hands fisting on his hair.

"Now, Ben, I can't take this anymore, fuck me." Sara was totally lost in the pleasure he was giving her.

He closed his eyes, those words were like music to his ears. He wasted no time, positioning his painfully hard member onto her dripping entrance he began to penetrate her, as slowly as he could take it. Suddenly he felt her pain and realized: "Sara. You've never...?" he whispered.

She shook her head from side to side.

"No." She whispered. "And I'm so happy that you're my first."

First and only. he thought, feeling a strong and primitive male pride in that knowledge that she would be his, and only his. He pushed against the barrier of her virginity and felt it give in.

Sara gasped in pain.

He stopped.

"Don't stop. Give me more. I kinda like the pain." she touched his broad shoulders, feeling his muscles, "I've always dreamed about your strength, about how good it would be to be fucked by you." he jerked his hips slightly. "Give me everything Ben, make me remember this night forever."

And he did, starting with slow movements, to let her get used to his invasion – which was driving him mad with desire; she was tight and so hot and wet. Soon he was moving his hips in and out of her, sometimes fast, other times maddeningly slow. All the time kissing her lips, torturing her nipples, leaving marks of his fingers all over her hips and thighs from when he held her wide open for his pleasure.

He proved to her what she had always known: he was delicious, he was everything she had always wanted, she loved him with all her heart. And he was all the wrong decisions she could ever make in her lifetime, all of them together in a delicious male package.

Ben made her scream in pleasure, so much pleasure that her virgin body couldn't take it anymore after her fourth orgasm – his second. Sara passed out. He removed his softening length from her cum-slicked channel and watched her sleep, paying special attention to the details of their coupling: the marks his hands left on her hips, the hickeys he left all over her neck and breasts, how swollen and red her nipples were, and the delicious view of her slightly open thighs wet from their combined cums.

He felt desire arising again, he wanted more of her. He wanted to stay and never leave that pretty little house. But she was right: he was all the wrong decisions she could make in a lifetime. And he had to live with that. He lay down beside her, holding her warm body close to his and followed her to dreamland.

In the morning

Sara lazily stretched and felt a delicious pain all over her body – and that brought a smile to her lips. She could still sense the presence of the culprit in the house. She got up, feeling her thighs sticky – her smile broadening as she remembered how they had got that way. She grabbed a pair of knickers and a dress and left her room towards the bathroom – ogling the half-naked male figure cooking something on the stove, his back to her. In the bathroom, she cleaned herself, peed and put on her clothes. When she opened the door, she found him setting the table.

Their eyes met and they smiled.

"Good morning." Ben said, walking towards her and kissing her lips lovingly.

Sara crossed her arms behind his neck, deepening the kiss, feeling her body respond to his presence, wanting him again.

Ben hauled her up and walked to the table he had just set, making her sit there, her dress up to her waist. His hands easily found their way to her knickers, ripping them apart to access her entrance.

Sara freed his already hard member from his black pants, moving her hand up and down his length, making him moan against her neck. She guided him into herself, moaning loud when she felt him deep inside of her.

It wasn't anything near the loving coupling of the previous night: it was furious and desperate. They both knew he would be gone after breakfast. He had already stayed too long in that planet, the Knights and Snoke would want an explanation. He would have to make one up, for he would never tell them the truth and put her in danger.

Her moaning increased and he felt her body stiffening as a strong orgasm took it over.

"I feel I'll never have enough of you." he groaned as he took nearly all of his length out of her only to penetrate her fully in one long thrust.

Sara grabbed a handful of the long black hair she loved so much and brought his lips to hers, he kissed her at the same pace he moved inside of her. She moaned loudly; he was driving her mad with pleasure.

They fucked on the breakfast table until Sara had come twice on his member and he couldn't hold his own climax anymore; he spilled inside of her, loving the sight of his cum dripping out of the swollen lips between her legs once he pulled out.

"Good morning." she finally replied, between kisses, her eyes still closed, her body still shivering from the last orgasm.

"I made us breakfast." he murmured over her reddened lips.

"I've noticed." she chuckled and looked at him, suddenly serious. "I know you'll leave this morning."

"Yes. I have to go but I'll..."

"Don't come back." Sara interrupted.

He wasn't expecting those words.

"But I will..."

"No, Ben." She touched his naked sweaty chest, sadness filling her eyes. "I've always loved you. The day we first met I was drawn to you, talking to you was easy and fun. I dare say it was love at first sight, even though we were just kids. And that love only grew. When we split up four years ago, I had to fend for myself – I was an orphan with no place to live. So I did all I could to bury my feelings for you, focusing on my survival. But now, you come here and undo all my hard work of forgetting you; you not only unburied my feelings, no, you are also feeding them with hope." she got off of the table and stared up at his face. "I can't live like this; wondering when you'll come back, if you're alive and well; or asking myself how many people you've killed today. I won't have anything to do with the Dark Side. You chose that path, I won't follow you." she finished with tears in her blue eyes.

Ben stared at her, in silence. He had known all along that would be her position – she was filled with too much Light to ever consider joining the Dark Side. And that same Light was what had attracted him to her at the tender age of nine; he had always been conflicted, always divided between the light and dark inside of him, and there she was – full of light and confidence. He was drawn like a moth to flame.

"I will come back. When you least expect, I'll be here, in this house, in your bed. Loving you."

Sara closed her eyes as if he had slapped her face and tears fell.

"Don't do this, Ben. We can't be together, the dreams we once had, the things we promised, they don't belong to us anymore."

He turned around and walked into the bedroom without saying another word; he walked out, fully dressed, a minute later.

Sara was staring outside, through the kitchen window, at the bucolic scene that she loved – the mountains, the tall colorful trees and the stream that ran by her house – but it was not enough to cheer her up that day. He held her from behind and turned her around to face him.

"I will return."

She shook her head, silent tears running down her face.

"I love you. You're mine now. And I will return." he repeated.

"Please, Ben, don't do this to us. Don't come back." she whispered against his chest.

He put a hand under her chin and made her look up at him. Then he kissed her lovingly, and walked to the front door, closing it as he left.

Sara sat on her lilac kitchen chair and cried, her heart breaking again for a love she knew she could never live.

Notes: Roba pie was a type of savory pie made by members of the Mandalorian culture from the meat of a roba, a porcine species native to the Outer Rim world of Aralia. (Legends)