Ebon Hawk, Hyperspace
Aria Vercet

She had finally been trapped by Carth, and Bastila in the garage. They caught her tinkering with the Daggerstar and closed off the room. Wiping her dirty hands off with a rag she greeted them with a raised brow. It was the first time the three had been alone in the two days they'd been traveling. Aria already knew what the two were going to bring up. She had seen in it Carth's easy to read face days ago back on Taris. He coughed into his hand hesitant to begin the conversation but did so anyway.
"Hey, you got a minute to talk about what's going on between you and the kid?"

She had to fight the urge to use one concise explanatory word, "Isn't it patronizing to call a twenty-four-year-old that?"
"With how she acts, no.", He crossed his arms. Sighing, Aria put her cleaning rag away.
"Even a Miraluka could see what's been going on between us Carth. What are you two really worried about?" Bastila frowned looking like she hadn't had a goodnight's rest since their escape, "It's about the attachment she's formed with you. We're worried about how your…inclinations for loose affairs will impact her." Their concern for Mission was genuine enough that she couldn't be mad. The two had so far been less than friendly with her little blue girlfriend, and it was nice to see them express some concern. Aria could be annoyed but couldn't even blame them for how they thought of herself.

"I haven't made it a secret to anyone what I'm like, especially not Mission. She knows my inclinations better than anyone here really."
Carth groaned, "She just had her planet destroyed, and she's latched onto you with the biggest puppy eyes I've seen in decades. What about when we go our separate ways? Can you imagine the heartache she's going to go through!"
"Carth is right.", Bastila agreed, "I can feel it that abandonment has long plagued her life. If you keep this relationship going, it will only hurt her in the end. Sooner than later." Aria almost had to agree with them. She hadn't broached her girlfriend's past yet but could guess well enough. Bastila went on, "I can only speak of this from the perspective of the Jedi. To love is one of our most critical duties, but we are forbidden to form attachments. Which I fear Mission has formed a greater one with you, than you her. When we are to part ways, she will be dealt another terrible blow after the loss of her world." Aria heard their ongoing conversation about her being Force sensitive underlying the Jedi's warning.

"Who says I'm going to abandon her? You know I was planning on saying goodbye to you two instead." The two looked at her like they hadn't expected to be surprised anymore, but she just shrugged.
"Carth, I know you've read my file. I was only conscripted because I was caught smuggling spice by the Jedi. They have a funny ideal of redeeming the worst, don't they?" Aria winked at Bastila who looked away with a roll of her eyes.
"However, rescuing the Republic's biggest hope in winning this war clears my debt as far as I see it. I had initially planned that after we drop this award-winning personality off at Dantooine. I'd take my cute blue baby and her fuzzball pal with me to the nearest planet with a nice beach. Thought it be nice to show her a place without a skyline, and work on my non-existent tan line."
"Unbelievable.", He pinched his brow before catching the word, "Initially?"

Aria rubbed her neck with an amused grin, "Mission shot that plan down when I told her and Big Z. She's hell bent on doing anything she can to help bring down the Sith now. She'll probably be latched to your side next Carth, asking where she can get a republic uniform in her size. Which means I'm not saying bye anytime soon."
"Great.", Carth didn't sound excited about the ideal of Mission joining the war. Aria knew he had seen too many young volunteers just like her. Somewhere in the back of her imagination Aria's stomach twisted itself over what became of them. She had tried changing Mission's mind already, but even she couldn't do it yet.

For a small moment she had considered the strange power she'd used before back in the Sith base, but even if she could manage to do it again… She just couldn't. Not on the sweet Twi'lek who was glued to her side when they slept. Mission had spent the past two nights in her sleep crying, and all Aria could do was hold her tight.
'Maybe they're right…I've been getting attached to people way more often these days. First Trask, and now her. What's going on with me lately? I used to be way more of a heart breaker.'

The Republic pilot looked like he might search the ship for any hidden drinks, "Bastila can you please help me out here?" Bastila seemed about ready to join the pilot for a strong drink, "I just want to make it clear about the dangers of forming attachments. As it is for us Jedi…they only can lead to trouble."

Dantooine, Belaya's room
Juhani

The simple room wouldn't stand out much from the others in the Enclave. Spartanly furnished with only a single mat, a kneeling desk, and a small library composed of only a few Jedi texts checked out from the archives. Still, with the late afternoon sunlight drifting through the thin paper screen walls. It was basked in a warm filter of simple comfort, perfect for meditating on the living force. However, Juhani was more focused on how lovely Belaya looked in the lighting. Any idea of meditation far from her mind.

On the outside Belaya had appeared to have gotten over her nerves. Leading Juhani down to her room with her head held high. Yet, Juhani could feel just how nervous she still was. There was an excitement underlining what she was doing, similar to the first time any Padawan switched on their lightsaber for the first time. That pivotal moment when you didn't know if it would work, or if it would just explode in your hands. She didn't say anything, but Juhani was beginning to feel it too. Though she was still unsure of what it was.

Inside the privacy of Belaya's room, she kept ahold of Juhani's hand. Juhani didn't let go either, she enjoyed how Belaya's felt soft and warm in hers. During their Masters' lecture, having the woman by her side was the only thing that kept her from completely buckling under the duress. 'I'm so lucky to be able to call her my friend.' Juhani offered a small smile, the best she could manage without flashing her pointed teeth, "What is it Belaya, why bring me here?"

"Since we've been forbidden to speak of what happened, and there were too many eyes on us in the garden…Well, here is the only place I can say what needs to be said." Belaya gently squeezed her hand, eyes looking anywhere but at Juhani, "If it wasn't for you I…"
Belaya clutched the robes of her arm with her free hand, "We would have all died. It's not right how you were treated in there. Not when you did the right thing. You were a Hero, Juhani."

The way she spoke was too much for the Cathar. Juhani found herself awkward, wanting to cower away from the praise, but Belaya finally looked up and caught Juhani, trapping her in place with soft brown eyes. She adored them as much as she was terrified of what they inspired. Juhani gulped feeling like a teenager.
"I was not the only one." She started but was interrupted by her friend.

"I let my guard down. My reflexes trained to offer a bested foe grace, and it would have ended me…but you knew better."
In truth, Juhani was too ashamed to admit she hadn't even noticed he had surrendered. She couldn't confess, not when it would reveal her shame; She had been so blinded with rage that she would have killed a defenseless foe.
"No…Belaya you destined to become a much greater Jedi than I. More than you know. I look to you for so much of my guidance. Probably more than my Master."

She saw how her words feed into Belaya's pride by the way it burnt her face scarlet red. Yet the woman shook her head, "No, Juhani you humble yourself too much! L-Let me show you what you did." Belaya took a deep breath before lifting Juhani's hand to her chest. Nervously parting her robes enough to set the hand over the rise of her breast.
BA-DUM
BA-DUM, BA-DUM! Juhani's ears rang with the heartbeat. Unable to tell if it was Belaya's or her own pounding heavily. Tingles ran rampant all over her body. Her fine fur puffing up as she became hyper-aware of where her hand was. How soft and warm her friend was to her touch. How her fingers sunk into the plush of skin without trying, how easily the urge to explore with them came.
"Do you hear my heart? It's only still beating because of you."

Juhani's focus was thrown off. She couldn't respond right away as she was lost in her large brown eyes. Needing to clench her eyes tightly shut to understand what she had said.
"Yes…It's very soothing to…experience. I'm glad I can hear it beat so strong.", beyond the physical, Juhani took in Belaya's presence in the living Force. It was like being bathed in the embrace of the brightest sun, overpouring in light that could only embrace without a hint of pain; It was pure love.
Juhani opened her eyes, no longer blind.

She couldn't say a word. She didn't dare, scared that she had forgotten how to speak. Belaya was trying her best not to shake. Her heart now completely exposed, awaiting what Juhani would do next. Juhani felt her pupils expanding as she looked at how Belaya's lips trembled. A strange predatorial excitement came over her. The space between them closed. Her hand was moving up to cup Belaya's chin. Their lips parted hungrily. Afarid of tasting something forbidden, exotic to their stoic monk lives, an exciting addiction that couldn't be stopped; their first kiss.

It was more than just a physical press. In the quite small room, lit in the magic of twilight, they broke their creed together. If anyone saw how Juhani tasted Belaya's sweet virgin kiss it would be their immediate expulsion from the Jedi order. She didn't care, for the taste of another's lips were delicious. They were forgetting to breathe between each increasingly greedy kiss. Their arms wrapped tightly around each other, Juhani enjoyed the feeling of an arm around her lower back. Gasping hotly for air in a gripping embrace, a frightening carnal desire filled her.
'I want to devore her~'

Juhani moaned burying her face into the crook of Belaya's neck. Grazing her teeth on her neck she whispered, "I'm afraid of what I want to do to you." Her nails trailed Belaya's robes sinking into their tough fabric. Ripping through their layers as she clung to her. Belaya's hands gripped tightly on her robe, a tight gasp of pain that she tried to stifle lining her sigh. Juhani pried her hands off Belaya's back and looked down at them in horror. She had clawed through the robes and cut into her back. Blood coated the tips of her nails.

She attempted to flee, but Belaya held her tightly. Her voice hot in Juhani's ear, "Don't." Before Juhani could protest she was being kissed again. Belaya kissed from her ear down her neck and back up, "Give me your fear." She bit lightly on Juhani's ear giving the Cathar a jolt through her brain, and straight down her spin to where her hips twisted in response. Belaya pulled away slowly letting her hands linger on her.
"No matter what…You're not going to hurt me."

She had the same hunger in her eyes. Juhani watched spell bound as Belaya undid their robes. Their robes were utilitarian, loose to allow freedom of movement, but hid their figures under their many layers. Loosening them, letting them slip from around their shoulders to bare themselves with nothing more to hide. Underneath the modest attire of their order, were two fully sexual bodies. Belaya's breasts were the color of cream. Her body trim and athletic from her years of training. The simple cotton white panties she wore were damp in the middle.

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, jutting out her hip. Displaying the lines which raised and fell that curved her form. Juhani gulped as she shyly reached out. Trailing just the tip of her nail up from Belaya's stomach. Leaving excited raise bumps on the skin as she trailed it up the heavy underside of Belaya's breast. Transfixed on how her soft brown nipple transformed at her touch. Growing from a smooth dent to a stiff bud the more she stimulated it. Belaya blushed madly letting her do so.

Juhani felt her own tits perk with her arousal. They felt bigger than usual. Free of their tight bounding they felt full, sensitive to the touch as Belaya took her turn. Pushing their chests together, letting their breasts push up against each other, Belaya showed her passion in a crashing craze of kisses. Juhani could only do her best to return each gifted kiss as they tumbled to the floor. Touching each other with an excitement she could never remember having before.

The woman's weight felt good atop of her. The way her thighs squeezed around Juhani's torso was nice. Her nails flew over the slope of curving hips. The little fabric she still wore, and then the sensitive underside of Belaya's thighs. Belaya raised herself up on her knees, pulling Juhani up with a kiss. Holding Juhani's head she guided her where to kiss next. Her neck, her collarbone, and down to her breasts. Each place being marked by Juhani's lips.

Wrapping her arms around Belaya's back she was careful not to scratch her again. Her body was so warm and soft. She carefully nipped at the skin of her tit. Leaving soft bite marks that she kissed before repeating the action. Making Belaya's voice hitch as her breathing grew more labored. She sucked and licked both of the stiff nipples in her long-starved mouth while Belaya cradled her head. Juhani let her hands play down Belaya's smooth back down to her ass.

Juhani heard the tear before she realized her nails were slowly shredding Belaya's panties off. She let them sink into the asscheeks. Drawing a breathy moan from her as she did it. Belaya pushed her down onto her back, straddling over her, pinning her wrists down. Belaya's expression was heavy with want, want of something she had yearned for longer than she could stand.
"You're so beautiful."

Juhani felt her face burn to the point it hurt. She couldn't see herself the way Belaya saw her. She was so unlike Belaya, but Juhani heart couldn't stop beating as Belaya explored her body. Soft hands with no sharp nails traveled all over her torso. Groping her breast, playfully squeezing them. The experience was soothing and made her want to giggle, but the sight of someone else's fingers sinking against her tits caught her breath. Her thighs instinctively rubbed together against her wet arousal.

She needed it to be touched. Juhani whined about her need in the long kiss she shared. Slipping her tongue into Belaya's mouth. Sucking on hers in return as it dipped past her own lips. Juhani wanted to swallow all of Belaya's delicious moans. Belaya understood her wants and fed into them all. Kissing down Juhani's body as she moved herself down between the Cathar's legs. Kissing the dips of her hips as she sunk her fingers around the hem of Juhani's panties. Working the white cotton down and off her long legs.

Her heart was beating so hard and fast as she felt the cool air against her exposed sex. Juhani's shyness was short lived before she let her thighs spread apart. Licking her lips as she saw how horny Belaya was for the sight of her like this. Juhani wanted to stoke the arousal even more. So, she touched herself, starting from her breasts catching Belaya's devouring eyes. Pinching her own nipples so hard that it made her cry wantonly. It made her feel dirty in a good way to make a show of it. Running her hands down over her stomach, and in between her flexible legs that split wide apart.

Parting her sex for Belaya to see it all. To see just how wet she had made her. Rubbing the flat of her fingertips over her sex, Juhani masturbated in front of her fellow Padawan. Fingering herself like she hadn't in years since before joining the order. She had forgotten just how good it felt. Better with an audience of one that watched memorized. Belaya couldn't help but copy what she saw. Spreading her legs apart and mimicking Juhani. Showing off her soaked pink pussy for Juhani to pine for. She threw her legs over Juahni's, bringing their pelvises close enough to feel the heat off each other.

Belaya looked as if she had never even touched herself. Experimentally trying to copy what Juhani did. Gulping as she pressed her digits to her own hot sex. Letting out a shaky breath as she moved them over her folds that trembled her body. She shut her eyes tightly as she increased the speed of her fingers. Finding the right pressure best for her. The virgin display was the hottest thing Juhani had ever seen. It made her want to drool as she fingerfucked herself harder. She gripped Belaya by the back of the neck and forced a hard-pressed kiss on her as the two mutually masturbated.

Their breasts bounced against each other. Nipples prodding together with each feral kiss. They were so close. Their excitement building as the tremors in their bodies quickened. Lost in the atmosphere of unsteady breathes, hot touching bodies, and their own shared masturbation. Juhani wanted her so greatly, more than she wanted anything in life. She pushed Belaya down, mounting her madly with abandoned. Gripping Belaya's hips possessively, unaware that her nails drew red lines into the flesh, Juhani pressed their pussies together.

Belaya's hiss of pain was lost in her stimulated moans as Juhani began to fuck her. Holding onto one of Belaya's legs as she scissored the woman. Gyrating her hips as skillfully as she could to rub themselves together.
"AHhhHHH JuHaNI!", Belaya moaned her name with a small weak voice. Urging Juhani to keep fucking her. She gritted her teeth as she felt Belaya shake under her. Belaya's body glistened with sweat, her breasts jiggling in motion with her thrust, and the sounds she made stimulated her brain to the point of addiction. They were going to cum, "AH-AHH AHHHHHHH~!"

They squirted at the same time. Their pussies flooding against each other in satisfied hot nectar that marked them both. Juhani collapsed atop of Belaya in the long quake of her orgasm. Exhausted, they laid together in the long firing echoes of their release. Body, mind, and souls unshackled by what they had achieved. Juhani felt more at peace than she had in years. The type of peace she had journeyed to find in the Jedi teachings, but they had never been able to provide. Only Belaya had given it to her. As they laid together in the fading Twilight, trading soft tender kisses, they promised to always love each other.