On Cotton Sheets

(Warning for sexual content.) 1

She knew he was watching. 2

It would have been impossible not to notice the way Nai, her branch leopard, was pacing restlessly upon the Lone One, ears back and nose constantly sniffing. That alone was enough to set her on edge and have the adrenaline pump into her blood stream, but it was that tiny touch of the Force that let her know who exactly had stowed away on her ship. She had opened herself to the Force just enough to sense him, but not let him know she was looking, yet that little bit was enough. She would have recognized that presence anywhere, were she half-dead and nearly blind to the Force. No, she knew who it was. And she knew he was watching her. 3

But she went about leaving the space station and entering the hyperlanes like it was just another day, patting Nai's head to get the restless creature to calm. Nai recognized the scent too, which was why he wasn't growling and preparing to attack. If she had to guess, Andia would bet her life and her ship that he was blocking Nai's mind from locating him, which only made the giant cat all the more agitated. But there was data coming in to be checked, and a ship to pilot, before she could address the matter. 4

Yet once the ship was sailing smoothly on autopilot, Andia was at a loss of what to do. He was probably here to kill her, to finish the job he had started on Yavin. Maybe it was a personal mission, or the rest of the Jedi had egged him on; who knew? Either way there wasn't much reason for a Jedi Master to make a social call to a Sith Knight unless it was to kill her, so Andia didn't really think he was back to rekindle their relationship. Even if a small, weak part of herself wanted to... 5

So what to do? 6

He was stronger than her, there was no doubt about that. In fact, he probably could have overpowered her in the space station easily, and no one would raise an alarm when the Jedi slew the Sith. He must have wanted something from her first, something he thought he was only going to get from her in private. Information? She had been away from the universe too long, bouncing from outer rim world to outer rim world in a desperate attempt to avoid Jedi, Sith and Vong alike. Closure? Perhaps when he learned his dear, beloved wife was still alive he had to finish the job before someone found out what he had done. After all, he couldn't let her live to talk about what the honorable Jedi had done to the poor, defenseless, pregnant Sith. 7

Either way, what could she do? He'd cut her down in a moment if she openly engaged him, so... 8

A wicked smile graced Andia's pale lips as she thought of something, and she quickly stood from her pilot's chair and headed toward the Lone One's cabins. If she guessed right, he would be hidden away in the large walk-in closet she had installed in her quarters; originally a spare cabin, the closet was more than big enough to hide a few Jedi, and she had even installed a few seats in there for some gods-only-know-why reason. During his time on the Lone One with her, he had teased her about it, making some joke about the once great Sith warrior being a woman above all things. Then he had found the spare weapons she kept hidden behind the designer shoes. His teasing diminished quite a bit after that. 9

When Andia arrived at her cabin, the small fight she had to have with Nai confirmed that he was indeed somewhere in there. It was either the closet or under the King sized bed Andia had wrestled into the ship during its modifications, and although the bed skirt kept her from being sure she was positive he would have opted for the closet instead. It took all her will power not to glance at the half-opened door, to peer in and see if any of the shadows looked out of place. No, if she confronted him directly it would not go well. 10

So instead, Andia did the reasonable thing; she undressed. 11

It took a bit of stretching to reach the clasp behind her neck to undo her flight suit, but as soon as the clasp was open the entire garment fell weightlessly to the floor. She kicked it away into a corner, making a mental note to put it in the laundry shoot if she lived to see tomorrow. Next she unstrapped the knives buckled to her arms and thighs, setting these more carefully on the top of the dresser. It left her back exposed to the closet door, the skin of her bottom bare in the little red thong she was wearing. The panties and bra matched, red on black lace, and she smiled wickedly knowing they were something he had never seen on her before. When they were married, and she was starting her journey toward the lightside, she had been struck with the strange urge to keep her underwear garments just as pure. So white and blue they had been, though equally sexy, but the red was the color to really bring out her skin tone. She just hoped he liked the view. 12

Stripped and vulnerable, Andia settled herself onto the bed, letting her head rest against the cotton-encased pillows. She could only imagine how she looked, laid out in her underwear (thank gods she wore the good ones today!) with her ankle length black hair spread out on the white sheets and her golden eyes lidded. She was tired, and it was tempting to just sink back into the down comforter and let fate take its course, but she wasn't about to give it. Besides, if she was going to die tonight, she wanted to get at least a little revenge. 13

So instead, she brought her hands up to her body and let them roam. She started first just by feeling her skin, letting her fingers run over the pale silk broken by the occasional scar. She loved her skin, the way countless hours of swimming left a hard ridge of muscles beneath the soft surface, like the surface was just something to be bitten into and torn away. But she was being gentle tonight, just letting her fingertips ghost over her stomach, her thighs, her chest... 14

Andia moved onto her breasts, feeling her nipples harden almost painfully against the rough lace of her bra. At first she just played with them through the bra, delighting in the mix of pain and agony the sensation created, but gradually she grew impatient. It took a little wiggle, but then the bra was off, tossed by the open closet door. As she ran her palms over her hardened nipples, she knew for certain he was there, deadly still just at the beginning of the shadows. He had been preparing to move at her, to strike, when she had laid back against the bed, but this was causing him to pause. 15

Just as she hoped. 16

Convinced he would be still for the moment, Andia turned her attention in earnest to her breasts. The sudden movements of her hands forced a moan from her lips before she could stop it, and Andia blushed lightly at the wanton sound that came out of her. Hearing her own voice like that, the usually light tone thick with lust, caused things down below to tighten, and it was a surprising new sensation for her. Like most women, Andia could fake a moan to fool any man, but hearing that honest, uncensored noise come from her own throat was...hot. 17

It was becoming harder and harder to concentrate on the enemy in her closet as Andia's hands drifted lower. Her fingers lingered at the waistband on her panties, debating, until she finally shimmed out of the piece of fabric all together. It left the triangle between her legs bare to the room, and she delighted in letting her hands play over the smooth skin there. That was something else new, and small part of Andia's mind wondered if he would like it. A shy glance toward the closet, no more than a quick flicker of her eyes, showed that he had moved closer, but not left the shadows. 18

It was also becoming harder to keep her moans back, as she found herself already wet. Usually playing with her breasts didn't elicit such a quick response, but she had no doubt the memories of their past lovemaking playing in her head had something to do with it. As it was, she was already so slick that it was hard to get a good movement going with her hands, which only seemed to please her more. With one hand playing with her swollen clit, and the other one obscenely groping a breast, Andia was slowly losing focus. It was hard to remember that her worst enemy was in the closet and she was only doing this to tempt him when it felt so good. And she was so wet, the muscles down below expanding and contracting with each move of her hand... 19

And then she moaned his name. 20

In a moment he was on her. She hadn't meant to, but Andia had become so wrapped up in her own pleasure that she had triggered him from his shock. She closed her eyes in fear, waiting for the feel of his blade in her side, thinking how cruel it was that it would be her trap for him that would be her death. If only she had gotten off once Nai started whining... 21

But then his lips were crushing against hers, and heat exploded from between them as he pushed her hands away and replaced them with his own. Familiar but almost forgotten fingers found her, stroking easily what she had struggled with just moments before. This time her moan was louder, forcing her head back and baring her neck to her most sworn enemy. He bit down on her skin, just as she had imagined before, taking all the soft flesh into his mouth and worrying on it while his fingers did amazing things to every nerve system in her body. She felt his Jedi robes drape around her, the brown fabric scratchy and uncomfortable, but she was more distracted by the hard length of him pressed against her thigh. 22

It took Andia only seconds to swallow her fear and rip the robes off of him, and then he was inside her, pressing himself deep into her. It ached wonderfully, and Andia even welcomed the gentle pain that came with accepting him after more than a year. His lips trailed against her cheek and ear, letting his grunts and groans fill her mind as he tried to work the thickness of him into her, and she found her arms around him and her nails digging deep into his back. They both cried out at the feeling of connection, and then he was moving and Andia could think of nothing else. White hot pleasure raced through her body, spreading rapidly and causing her to open up to the Force, to touch his mind, to... 23

She felt herself tighten just as he filled her, and a scream was ripped from her throat. They lay there panting in the aftermath, both too far gone to even look at one another, and even Andia couldn't muster the energy to regret the experience or begin panicking. Even when his crystal blue eyes found her gold ones, and she was staring into that face that haunted her dreams, she couldn't be frightened. She was just far too pleased to have him, if only one more time. 24

"You came to kill me, didn't you?" She finally murmured, seeing the answer in those eyes before he could even say anything. She closed hers briefly, letting herself sink back into the pillows. Her plan had been to entice him out of the closet, and then drive one of her daggers into his throat while he was distracted, but she found that in her pleasure she could think of nothing else but him. Even now she felt the hard edge of the hidden weapon beneath her pillow, knew she could reach it before he could reach his robes, but instead she let her hands rest at her sides, docile. Innocent. Helpless. 25

Again. 26

"I'm sorry, Andia, but you're too dangerous to let live." The words stabbed at her, but she didn't react. Instead Andia focused on the feeling of him between her legs, softening until the slightest shift of his weight caused him to slip out of her. It made her feel empty, empty and angry and cold, just as she had when he had cut her down a year ago. Like when he had betrayed her. Feeling that emptiness extend beyond, through her body and into her soul, Andia felt her eyes sting. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words were just too difficult. She could feel him watching, feel those eyes on her... 27

"I love you." 28

They lay there for a bit, and after a while he got up and climbed back into his robes. The door was silent as he left the cabin, the sudden change in the engines the only indication that he had reached the bridge and was reprogramming a new route. Nai followed him for a bit, growling, but eventually came to the bedroom door and began pawing at it, whining like a kitten. Somewhere, an automated system chimed that they would reach Yavin IV, and the Jedi Academy, in a little over a day. 29

Andia curled into a ball, and cried.