Sorry this has taken a while, been getting ready for finals (THIS WEEK!!) So all things that could be catergorized as 'fun' have been non-existant in my life. Moving on. Okay, warning here and now, this chapter is somewhere towards the top end of the T rating, so if you are offended by sexual content you'll need to skip this chapter. However, if Atton and the Exile using pazaak as an excuse to strip one another does NOT offend you, then read on.


Pazaak Dreams.

"Atton, if you leave your left side open one more time you WILL get a burn there!"

I grunted and brought my left elbow down as I continued to block her flurry of strikes, waiting for the even slightest opening to strike.

"Atton we've been sparring for fifteen minutes, you can't block your opponent to death, I won't chop off your head if you try a strike."

I grunted again, blocking her hammer strike then trying a straight thrust at her torso, she quickly stepped aside and I stumbled forward. Exhaustion hit me as I let myself hit the floor, the constant concentration and strain of the armor she made me wear sucked everything out of me. I rolled onto my back and remained on the floor, panting. I heard her go to her knees on the ground next to me, her breathing also heavy.

"You're getting much better Atton, soon grasping the force will be habit and you can use it so give you strength. I'll put away the blades, you clean up and we'll continue with force lessons."

I gave a heaving sigh, how little kids lived through this for years I do not know. I sat up slowly as I heard the clanging of the vibro-blades being put back into a bin. I groaned as I slowly made my way to the sonic shower, trying to empty my brain so it could recoup before the further strain of force exercises.

I came back to out makeshift training room (the cargo hold) to find her sitting on the floor, legs crossed, but not in the full meditative stance that normally accompanied force lessons. She gestured for me to sit and I plopped myself in front of her, mimicking her position.

"Now, today we're going to focus on one of the cornerstones of being a jedi. Mind influence."

This certainly caught my interest, she smiled as she noticed this.

"While it can be an amusing aspect of the force, it must be reserved only for necessary situations, and be limited to doing good."

She drew from behind her back a juicy looking piece of fruit, and offered it to me.

"Would you like a piece Atton?"

I reached forward for it when a droning voice in my head decreed, 'you do not want a piece' and the words came out of my mouth, "I do not want a piece." She chuckled as she cut a small piece and handed it to me.

"In order to be able to perform such tricks you must understand their effect, how did you feel when you first saw the fruit? You can go ahead and eat it."

I took a bite out of the slice as I responded, "I felt hungry."

"And after I tricked you?"

I chewed as I though to articulate the feeling, "Like I had eaten too much of a bad food, unpleasantly full."

She nodded and handed me another slice, "but you're still hungry now, correct?"

I nodded and popped the slice into my mouth.

"Force tricks are just that, tricks. They alter people's perspective and feelings for a short time so they will do as you please. I didn't eradicate your hunger, I merely made you believe it was gone so I could've eaten this whole fruit myself. But these tricks need not only be influencing what you think, for instance, Atton, that slice I gave you is rotten."

I suddenly glanced down at the fruit to see it was brown and covered in mold, I dropped it suddenly. I blinked at it and it was back to being a bright orange color, perfect in its ripeness. I looked up at her as she chuckled.

"The weaker and weaker the person's state of mind is, the more you can get away with making them see or hear, since your so tired I could make trick a mind that's as strong as yours."

"So can you do this to people when they're sleeping?"

She raised an eyebrow at me, "If the person isn't trained to have shields up as they sleep, then yes. That would be the ideal time. This is why many politicians undergo some meditation training to protect their minds."

After an hour or so I was able to make the droid see a little ball of light wherever he looked. It took a couple days, but I eventually worked up to being able to effect day dreams (Mical found himself imagining Mira naked more then once in those couple days) and I felt I was ready, so that night I simply settled myself into the cockpit, using the meditation breathing to quickly ease myself to sleep, then I simply…tricked myself…

He was sitting in the cockpit, plotting the coordinates for their trip to Korriban when he heard a soft knocking on the door, Atton turned and watched her walk in. Well, saunter would describe it better, her body limber and relaxed, eyes half lidded.

"Hey Atton…" her voice was soft, sexy.

"You wanted me for something?" He gave her a wry smile, not bothering to be subtle as he looked her up and down.

"How about a game of pazzak?" She pulled her own side deck out of her pocket, sitting in the co-pilot seat.

"Sure thing but its Re-"

"Actually," her voice was a rich purr, "I was wondering about a term I heard in the Jekk Jekk Tarr, what exactly are Nar-Shadaa rules?"

His smile turned into a full on pervish grin, "It's where instead of betting credits, you bet your clothes, and when you lose, you take them off. But I don't think an amateur like you…" He said this knowing it would provoke her, he knew her far better then she thought he did.

"Better hope you're wearing a lot of layers Rand." She shoved her cards at him to shuffle, he chuckled softly as he did. He eyed her body as he did, mentally cursing the many loose layers of Jedi robes.

"Stop oogling and deal Atton."

His eyes flicked up to meet hers and his grin grew, he loved getting a rise out of her. He loved watching the fire build in her eyes and listening to the edge sharpen in her voice. He dealt.

"I bet my left boot, you?"

She smiled, "My arm band."

She won the first round, he had let her win, busting on purpose. The next round he had bet his other boot, but she lost. She reached into the billows of her robe and pulled out the red and white armband, setting it on the control panel.

Half an hour later the pleasantries were gone, boots, gloves, socks, and she had just lost her outer robe.

"I bet my belt, you?"

He smiled, "My jacket."

She raised an eyebrow, "The one I had to bicker with you for half an hour to take off so you could wear better armor."

He chuckled and nodded, he wanted to see her take off that belt, even more though HE wanted to take off that belt…

"Take it off Rand."

Her voice interrupted his thoughts and he looked down at the cards, suddenly realized she had just beaten him, he raised an eyebrow, "Wait, how?"

"Just take it off, or do I have to?"

He looked up at her, but she was already leaning over, her cheek hovered next to his as she slipped the jacket from his shoulders. He inhaled and felt his desire spike as her scent hit him, but she pulled away as the thick material hit the chair, she then settled back in her chair.

"My belt remains my bet."

He kept his eyes down, he couldn't be distracted by her.

"My shirt," he mumbled, dealing quickly. He wanted that belt gone. Now.

She chuckled as she stayed at 19. He grinned as he turned over a two, plus eighteen made twenty. He looked up at her, it was his turn.

He moved forward, closing in so his face hovered just an inch away from hers, his eyes meeting hers steadily as his hands deftly unfastened her belt. He could hear her little gasp as his hands brushed up against her. He smirked at her as the leather cord fell away, his hands now resting on her broad hips, it didn't get much better then this for the smuggler-turned-jedi. Finally he closed the gap and kissed her, moaning as she responded to him with fervor. Her hands quickly coming up to fumble with the fastening of his shirt while his hands pulled open the folded material of her tunic. The materials were gone in seconds, her hands now tugging at his undershirt while he ripped at what other layer she had on. Her gasp as his fingers finally made contact with her skin was music to his ears, he responded in kind with a groan as her left hand worked its way into his hair. She pried herself away for a moment and ordered in a breathy tone-

"Shirt, gone, now."

He chuckled and complied, pulling the over shirt off his shoulders then quickly pulling off his under shirt while she removed her turtle-neck, and the moment they were gone she was back on him again. He leaned forward, parting her legs with his knee as one hand slid down the curve of her back then lower...lower.. Her lips moved from his over to his cheek, down his neck, to his shoulder, her own hands raking down his back. He hung his head closed his eyes, his hands kneadng the firm muslce that was her ass as he drank in her ministrations.

"Atton…"

He moaned, his hand moving around to find the muscled plane of her stomach then up…

"Atton…"

He could feel her lips on his again, suckling, tugging…

"Atton!"

"ATTON!"

I suddenly jerked awake to see her leaning over me, looking concerned.

"Atton are you alright? You were moaning and groaning in your sleep and I couldn't wake you. Were you having a nightmare?"

I felt her presence skimming my mind and I panicked.

"No, not a nightmare, its just-"

Too late, I saw her face go red as she saw the last reflections of my force dream.

"Ah, um, well, I'm just going to go."

With that she was gone again, and I sighed, turning to my pazaak deck and dealt. Tomorrow was going to be awkward.

-Fin.

Not quite what you expected? I hope so, I'd like to think I'm at least SOMEWHAT original. Although, fanfiction in itself in inherently unoriginal, but whatever. I hope you enjoy, please leave me some comments! Have a different day.

CN: Anrui Yuy