Tested - Part 2

Her eyes rolled into her head as he kissed her again, the battle not the only reason her hearts thudded in her chest. He tore the gloves from his hands, running one up her side and the other gripping her snowy hair. The slight tug sent pleasure through her body, her own soft hands sliding down his bare chest, the heat from his skin was incredible and feeling the curves of his torso and the muscles of his arms. His body shifted atop hers feeling the heat and weight press down on her abdomen.

His kisses were feverish, like a man desperate for water and she were an oasis. She had never been touched like this before, and she suddenly felt drunker than any alcohol she had consumed. His fingers dug into her hair, his kiss was possessive and hungry. She couldn't help it, the soft sound that escaped her, a muffled little moan that seemed to just increase his vigor, his kiss deepening as his hands squeezed her hip. She ran her nails up his muscled back and she felt a rumble from his chest, the purring sound making her shiver pleasurably.


He had no idea he was capable of such a sound, or where it came from within him, it just… happened. He stared down at her, those endless blue eyes, her lips pink from the force of his kiss. He didn't know why he did that… before or now. The urge had just come upon him so suddenly that his body acted on his own. His will and control was great and yet with this woman… What had she done to him? He panted, feeling her hands at his back, trailing up his spine, then it moved to his side. He was more sensitive there than he had anticipated, and the gentle touch was not one he knew. There was no pain, no threat. Just- His eyes rolled into his head as she found a spot that made him jerk slightly. He gripped her hair again, his mouth dominating hers once more. He held her tight, so she would know he had her, that he owned her… yet… she didn't fight. She didn't even try, she just held him tighter. Like she was afraid he might disappear if she let go. It made sense, and for the moment, worked for him. He tugged on her braids and she did it again, that little sound that made him ache, it was like music and he wanted her to do it again. To know that he was the one to do that to her.

He leant over her, glaring down at her and letting out a little growl. The way her eyes widened and her pupils dilated… she wasn't afraid… she… wanted him. It shocked him for a moment… but, he could not deny that he liked the way she looked at him. First it was surprise, then adoration and admiration… respect even. Now… this was something else entirely. He liked it. No one looked at him like she did. No one dared touch him like she did, and he had never felt the need to touch anyone like he did her.

Something about the way she fought, the power she used, he found himself drawn in, like when she sang but this was entirely different. She had power, unrefined and only what he had taught her of the force, but to see her in fight, when she forgot about everything and focused only on the fight. It was like she became a wraith and the power he felt was just… He pressed harder against her, watching her, face flushed, breathing heavy, and trying not to look down. He smirked, was his chest so interesting or that she found herself so enamoured? There was something rather entertaining about her reactions, he wanted to see what else she did.

His now bare hand slid down her side, squeezing her hip slightly, the little hitch in her breathing was subtle, but very fascinating. His hand squeezed in her hair again and he watched her lashes flutter, eyes rolling up into her head. He nearly groaned, such an unguarded expression was enough to drive him wild. She panted, and looked up pleadingly, silently begging for more. She liked a rough hand? Oh that was delicious. He leant down, not touching her yet, his face lingering beside her own, breathing in her scent, the sweetness of her perfume was more heady than any drink and he had to wonder how she managed to affect him like this.

His mouth drew closer to her neck and with no warning, bit down on the skin on her flawless pale throat. This reaction was much bigger. She let out a cry, one of shock but also of arousal. She liked this. The sound was powerful, making him press against her, the pleasure from the contact making him groan, her reactions were in turn affecting him as well it seemed. The contact however had her let out a mewling whimper and her hands pawed at his sides.

"-Goddess…!" she breathed and he felt her fingers dig into his back. It stung but it felt good, he let out a growl and found his control slipping again. He latched onto her neck once more, tasting her skin and biting her. The sound she made was incredible, one of desire, one of pleasure. He made her make that sound, he did this…

"You are mine…" He repeated, to remind her of her oath.

"Yes master." She responded immediately in a whisper.

"You belong only to me." The Zabrak growled.

"Only you, master…" She gasped as he sucked on her neck again.

"Only I do this to you." He growled in her ear. She let out a breathy groan of desire.

"Yeeessss…" and he felt his knees go weak. He could barely take it, he kissed her again, hard, though this time she fought back, her teeth nipping his lower lip. He let out a growl and she squeezed his hip, digging her fingers in. It felt so good, and then she ran her fingers up the back of his neck and between his horns.

Fuck.

His own eyes rolled and he grinded against her, feeling her tongue slide against his own in a battle of dominance. She wasn't really fighting, only teasing… she seemed good at that. Seeing her atop his chest like that was more than he had been able to handle. Her soft body felt incredible against his own and he was losing all control to give into his passions and just take her here and now. Her fingers dug into his skin and he hissed in pain, but it just drove him on.

Suddenly he was on his back and looking up at her, eyes wide, she seemed to be good at surprising him too. Her eyes like oceans, storming with desire as she sat on his hips, lowering her weight onto him, grinding on him with a dark expression on her face. It only made him feel more excited. She leant over him, her hair creating a white curtain around her face. It was beautiful. She was beautiful. He was not blind to it. While he had been taught to hate, to destroy, he also knew that passion was a part of the sith. He had not cared for that aspect… until now. His hands gripped her hips firmly, he wondered who would break first, her or himself? She drew closer, cupping his cheek in that gentle way, before her hand slid to the back of his head, her forehead pressing to his. He knew this, somehow a familiar greeting or farewell. One that symbolizes loyalty and…

He rolled her back over, though this time her legs were wrapped around his hips and he knew he could not hold back much longer. His hand stayed tangled in her hair, and he kissed her again, this time less frenzied, but no less intense. The little whimpers made it hard for him to keep the last shred of control he had. His hand slid up her torso and over her curves, then-

[Master, you have a transmission.] Sixy spoke over the intercom.

The zabrak stopped cold. There was only one that would be able to contact him here.

"Master…" He breathed, a cold wash of reality hit him like a bucket of ice water. He glanced down, her gaze a mix of worry… and deep hatred. He tore himself away swiftly, pulling his cloak on before he fell too deep into those eyes of hers. She was a distraction! What was he thinking?!

He made sure he was covered completely before he entered the communication hub to take his master's transmission, he usually didn't care, but he wanted to keep that image of the way she looked at him a little longer. The way her eyes had roamed him… He closed his eyes, doing his best to clear his mind, he could not let his master read into his mind about her, he must not know.

With a twitch of his finger, the hologram activated, and he looked up at the cloaked visage of his master.

"I have a mission for you. Return to Coruscant at once." He stated in his soft gravelly tone commanded. The coldness in his voice betrayed nothing. If he knew of Zaiya, he gave no indication.

"I am already on my way, master." The Zabrak nodded. But… Sidious did not end the transmission immediately. The Sith apprentice paused and looked up, he focused on his hate, his anger and the revenge on behalf of all the Sith before him. After a moment, Sidious nodded, and vanished. The zabrak let out a sigh, it would be difficult to conceal his apprentice, especially with how powerful his master was… but… he had to. A burning within that had grown strong from the moment he had kissed her. Stupid. He should not have done that!

Yet the pull he felt, knowing she was still on the ship, part of him wanted to return… and see what other sounds she could make. No! Not when Sidious could suspect something. The pause in itself was suspicious enough! He had already had her on his mind too often when he could not remember his past. Though… since that kiss, there had been flashes. Things he chose to ignore, but things seemed within reach, as though he could see the memories, but they were beyond fogged glass. Had his master locked them away from him for this reason? Knowing she would become a weakness? Was this a test? Was he to cast her aside? By all rights he should kill her immediately. Destroy all traces of this weakness and commit to the vengeance he had sworn himself to. He needed to- The sound of her song echoed out of the refresher where he could only assume she was washing. And… not wearing… anything. He shook his head internally, these thoughts were useless. They did not assist him in any- The song distracted him, and his unease faded, all he could do was listen to the song, in somewhat of a trance. After a few minutes it faded, and the figure of the young woman in only a towel stepped out into the main lounge. The young zabrak male froze for half a second, but Zaiya did not seem as flustered as she was before.

"I'm done, feel free to freshen up as you like, Master." She responded innocently, gazing up at him with big eyes. It was as though this sweet girl and the wraith were two different beings. Though he wondered whether this was something that could be useful. She seemed to act as though the earlier… interaction, did not happen at all. Good. That is how it must be. With a nod, he passed her, his gaze flicking downward, glancing at the tattoos on more than just her face. He halted any other thought about it, choosing to rinse off the filth of the swamp before speaking to his master on Coruscant.


She had no idea what he was thinking, why he had looked at her like that, why he had missed her or touched her in that way. She knew she was weak to it and could not deny him even if she wanted to. It was intoxicating, and his touch almost burned her skin. It felt so good she almost begged him for more. The moment had felt so endless, the power in his hands was incredible, she melted completely under his touch.

The moment the message for the transmission had come in, it was as though all the heat had disappeared from the room. It was easy to tell that the one who had called him was his master.

Sidious. That foul and despicable old man. Not even a mention of his name and the Zabrak was jumping like a trained pet. She hated it. It was disgusting to witness. He deserved better. He was a Prince of Dathomir! Not some servant! She knew that Sidious would kill her if he discovered her, and worse, may harm her master. She had to make this easy for him, this lapse in judgement… as… wonderful as it was, she knew that holding him to that moment would not help anything, and chose to pretend the moment had not happened. He seemed to think the same, any hint of gentleness was gone when he returned from the meeting. He did not even bother to conceal his glare as she passed him.

She had to do what must be done.


Arriving at Coruscant, Zaiya disembarked alongside her master. She was redressed in her civilian gear, and ready to return to her… clinic. It seemed she gained intel while she was there, as many citizens trusted doctors and medical professionals with their secrets.

The sith Lord left her without a word, leaving the droid with her. His unspoken instructions should be clear to her. Keep training. Keep the secret. It did not escape his notice that the longer they had spent together the more in tune they had become, moving together as one, hearing her thoughts. Could she hear his? No, she was still too untrained in the ways of the dark side. The droid was programmed with many aspects of combat, but he needed to be the one to teach her of the mandate. He would be able to teach her more of the path she had chosen.

As he approached his master's rendezvous point, he spotted that which he despised the most. Jedi. He watched from the shadows. The way these so-called keepers of the peace slaughtered the ancient Sith. Their order was nothing but lies and hypocrisy. They sought power as the Sith did, they trained in the same arts, yet his kind were shunned as evil while these pretenders were basked in praise and favour. It was sickening. The younger one turned his way and he knew he must not linger, returning to his Master.


"These games… these distractions… could prove your undoing, my apprentice." Sidious spoke. The orange light of the setting sun falling across his black robes. The smoke and steam from the industrial sector filled the air, filling the young Zabrak's nose with the tang of metal and smoke. "I have cautioned you time and again, to avoid contact with the Jedi. Yet you continue to test the boundaries of my edicts." Clearly he was referring to the incident a few days prior where he had followed a lone Jedi through the streets, testing his patience. It seemed that patience was flawed when it came to- well there was no time to think of that now. The Sith Master turned to look at him, face mostly hidden by his hood. "I have indulged your various hunting expeditions… allowed you to test your mettle against some of the most ruthless beings in the galaxy…" He turned away again, moving toward the other side of the platform. "...but to toy with the Jedi… You risk too much."

"I only wish to prove myself, my master." The apprentice responded. "I am ready-"

"But I am not." Sidious snapped. "Your anxiousness… your timelines… concern me not in the slightest. My plans… and the actions you will take in the name of those plans… will unfold according to my whim. Heed my words, young student. Your anger… your thirst for vengeance… makes you fearsome. But if you endanger my preparations and maneuvers again… it will not be a Jedi that casts you down." The apprentice scowled, watching his master enter the viewing platform, looking over the industrial quarter, his eyes blazed and jaw clenched. The threat was very real. All the more reason he needed… her.

"I do, however, have a task for you… something to quench your bloodlust for the time being. Our allies in the Trade Federation have requested assistance. While establishing secret mining facilities in the Kellux system, they have run afoul of a particularly cunning faction of pirates. Their droid defenses have been rendered inoperable by makeshift electrostatic field generators, and they cannot reach out to the republic for aid without revealing their unsanctioned activities. I have been alerted thanks only to my own vested interests in the project." The Master explained, the order was clear.

"As you wish, my Master." The Apprentice responded, turning away at once. "I will depart for Kellux at once. Rest assured, your interests will be protected." A simple task, unworthy of one of his talents… but the proverbial collar was already as loose as it would ever get… at least until his master was ready to unleash him upon the galaxy. He heard the old man chuckle.

"Yes. Yes, of course. What else would I expect?" came the dark tone. The zabrak headed back to his ship.


-+ Notes +-

Uhhh... so... how mad are y'all?

I know I know, they got interrupted, it's terrible. But... they finally had their moment? That's good? Right? *looks around nervously*

If some of you have read some comics you might recognise that final scene, or maybe you figured it out last chapter? We're delving into actual established storyline! What a shock!

Also: It's not Thursday! *gasp!* I decided to change my upload days so you will be seeing weekly posts from me this time every week. (Monday for me, possibly Sunday for you depending on your location.)

Either way, I hope you enjoyed, please if you can I would love a comment or something like that I always love comments. Next week's chapter is titled Disobedience and we follow more of the aforementioned established story!