What? Me keeping a schedule? Just a warning, some NSFW stuff. Hope you all enjoy.
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Bane sulked in the darkness of a new hangar bay. Ahsoka would recognize the cornelian freighter so Bane had traded it and its cargo to a smuggler in need, of course after unloading a crate of spice and leaving it for Shyren. The smuggler had seemed all too willing to give up his ship, which didn't bode well for a peaceful flight, but Bane could handle it.
He pulled out a pack of death sticks he'd bought off some kid and lit one up, eyes scanning the area. The hours ticked by, people came and went, but Ahsoka still didn't show up. Had she spotted him before he'd seen her? No. Someone in a cloak was skulking around the entrance of his ship and her hood was distinctly being held up by two horns. A young bothan Bane had paid met her at the bottom of the loading ramp. They had a brief conversation and he ran off as Ahsoka boarded the ship. The kid waved at him before leaving the hangar, just as Bane had planned.
He strode over to the ship and, as he boarded, activated the autopilot remotely from his wrist gauntlet.
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Ahsoka sat stiffly in the main hold. the first mate said he'd be back with the captain in less than a minute and they'd be on their way to Coruscant. Shyren promised the same thing. She knew they were lying though, but there were no other options. Besides, she'd contacted Anakin. He knew she was okay now and coming home.
The ship's engines started to hum and the ship moved under her. This set off alarms in Ahsoka's head since no one else had boarded the ship yet. Her unease manifested in the worst form as Bane in the doorway. Instantly, she was on her feet, sabers drawn. "Not this time sleemo. Not again." The ship jolted forward in a way Ahsoka was all too familiar with. "Where are we headed?" She demanded. Bane said nothing, he didn't even move or draw his pistols. "Answer me!"
"Wit' pleasure," a voice purred behind her.
She dashed forward right before Bane could grab her and knock her out with the stun function on his gauntlets. Bane fired two shots after her, which Ahsoka deflected and avoided, and when she turned to face him, he was charging her. She swung her saber down, but Bane caught her hand, twisting her wrist until she dropped the hilt. She tried with her other hand, but he did the same thing. Part of her almost gave up there, done with this game of cat and mouse. A much stronger, more desperate part made her fight back. She lashed out with feet, legs, her head, anything that could still move.
But Bane was in control. He spun her around, pinning her arms in front of her like a straight jacket, then pushing her face first into the wall, his body pressed flush against hers. "Chu done yet?" he hissed in her ear. His breath sent a shiver down her spine, giving her more reason to fight.
Ahsoka threw her head back, trying to headbutt Bane, but he moved just in time. He moved just enough for Ahsoka to get her feet up on the wall and push back. It worked and Bane fell. Unfortunately, he grip didn't break and Ahsoka fell with him. She writhed in his grip, but Bane recovered quickly, flipped her over and pinned her on the floor, looking up at him. He straddled her hips with his and used one hand to hold both of her's above her head. They were both panting, glaring at each other. "Done yet? I could keep goin'." Bane said. He also seemed to realize in that moment how he had her held now. His eyes glinted. "Or do you want to try something else?"
"Don't even think about it."
"And how are chu going to stop me?" He was leaning in, his body pressing against her's more and more.
"Don't!"
"Make me," he whispered as he kissed her. His lips were cracked and dry. He tasted of alcohol and smoke, repulsing Ahsoka. She tried to get away again, but his free hand caught her face and kept it still. He kissed her more insistently, trying to get her to kiss him back. She refused, trying to hold on to the last bits of self-control she had. It was hard. His hand and lips were insistent but gentle, coaxing. His hand wandered to her back lukka and started rubbing it. Ahsoka inhaled sharply at the not-quite-painful- sensation and Bane kissed her again, encouraging her to let go.
'No. You're a Jedi. He's a criminal,' part of her mind whispered.
'Do it!' a needier part yelled.
'Fine,' she sighed as she gave in.
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Bane stroked her lukka more as he felt her relax under him and kiss him back. 'Finally,' he thought. His hand trailed down her face and her body. When his hand stopped just under her breast, she froze, waiting. His fingers skirted underneath them, building tension for her pleasure. After about a minute, his hand slipped under her shirt and found her nipple, hard and needing. As his fingers grazed it, he got a couple tiny gasps out of her. 'Just wait,' he thought as he pinched her nipple and tugged slightly. He did it again and again, each time Ahsoka either gasped or kissed him harder. His hand moved to her other breast and did the same thing. He kneaded her breasts and then leaned up slightly, breaking their kiss. Her face was flushed and she was breathing hard. 'Good,' he thought as he came back down and kissed her neck tenderly. His hand played with the bottom of her shirt, tugging it up slightly. When she did nothing to stop him, he pulled it up to reveal her breast, cupped in a neutral toned bra. As one hand played with her breasts more, the hand that had been holding her hands came down and unlatched her bra with no problem. Finally, they were free. He moved from her neck, letting his lips drag slightly. She gasped as his lips closed around one of her nipples, his tongue doing the same thing his fingers had just done. She squirmed under him, breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. More than anything, he wanted her naked under him, his dick certainly would have appreciated it. He brought his mouth back up to meet hers and was surprised when she kissed him first. His hands snaked down her sides, stopping right at her hips. She gasped and he kissed her again. He skimmed the top of her waist band, tempting, but he wouldn't do it, not yet. He wanted her to trust him first.
He finally broke their kiss and looked down at her. Her eyes were unfocused, even as they started up at him. He smirked but tried to keep it soft. Normally, he would have asked some snide rhetorical question, but she looked so lost now. "How'd dat feel, good?"
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Ahsoka's mind was a fog of something close to bliss tinged with guilt. She'd never thought someone touching her could make her feel so good. Bane knew exactly what to do, but Ahsoka realized he'd done nothing to please himself. Everything had been about her. Distantly, she heard him ask a question. Not understanding it, she made a noncommittal grunt.
Bane's said something else and his almost comforting weight lifted off her. Ahsoka's eyes focused on him as he stood and picked up her fallen sabers. The cool air forced her to fix her shirt, suddenly becoming aware of how much trouble she was in again.
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This ship has sailed! I repeat the ship has sailed! Thank you for all your support in this. It means a lot to see all your comments and encouragements. Hopefully another part will be out in two weeks, but I but I don't know, lots has been happening with work and personal life stuff, and those come first. But don't worry, I'm not down writing this yet, there will be more.
