CHAPTER 11

Later, after eating dinner and discussing more at length of their plan, Revan and Anakin ended up in the training room. Alone. In the middle of the night.

"I'll go first." Anakin called back the bottled up rage he had built up over the years. He snapped his blue saber on with a roar. Unprepared, Revan was caught by the blade across her arm and leg. The saber cut a deep gash on both, and was fused by the heat. She fell to the floor in pain. Anakin's anger rushed away. "REVAN!" He kneeled next to her. "I'm so sorry!" he whispered.

"Kiss it and make it better?" She coughed. He grinned and shook his head. Leaning down, he caught her lips with his. Their tongues twined together, battling for dominance. Anakin's arms snaked up around her neck, and began to loosen the ties of her robe. She reached for his belt, and he let out a small moan. Revan froze. "Anakin." He looked up with lust and love filled eyes. "We can't do this. Not here. We're in the training room for sith's sakes!" His snort was the unsupportive retort.

But seeing the logic, he lifted her up. She let out a moan, this one of pain.

"Oh my god, I can't believe I forgot that! Here, I'll take you to Master Obi-wan. He'll fix you up right."

Obi-wan shook his head, pretending to be exasperated.

"Oh Revan. Can't go a day with out getting hurt eh?" he pointed to all the scars that marked her lithe body. She shrugged.

"A day in the life of a former Dark Lord." She lied about the 'former' part. Anakin hugged her as she got up from the couch. Obi-wan quietly left the room.

"I love you." Anakin whispered softly in her ear. Revan reveled in the words.

"I love you too." She nuzzled his ear. "Come to bed?" he looked at her sharply. "Not what I meant. Just, bed." He nodded.

They entered Revan's bedroom and she turned to her dresser. Pulling off her shirt, she was aware of Anakin's eyes on her. She raised an eyebrow, holding back laughter. She shook her head, and continued to undress. She then pulled on a sleeveless nightshirt.

Anakin's eye wandered over the plains of Revan's golden body. Force, she was gorgeous. Tawny skin, naturally tanned, exquisite breasts, (rather large, very nice.) she was every man's fantasy. He drank in her image. As she pulled on the nightshirt, he noticed strange scars across her shoulders.

"What are those?" he pointed.

"Oh, those are scars. I was born a Mandalorian, but was taken by the Jedi at a young age. I burnt the clan markings and such off with my lightsaber."

She lay down in bed, and Anakin laid beside her. She snuggled in closer, and fell asleep. Hyperaware of the body pressed against his, Anakin sighed.

It was going to be a loooooooooooooooooooooooong night.