Star Wars - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Impulse ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )
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By: AndBeAVillian 
Non Anime: Star Wars - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 03.01.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Work In Progress
Non Anime: Star Wars - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 03.01.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Work In Progress
Sitting in her tent with her head in her hands Aayla realized it hadn't been one of her best decisions. But she couldn't bring herself to call it her worst.
The shed was empty, dim, and passably clean. Whatever animal had been kept here was gone but hay was still piled neatly in stalls. She shoved him against the wall with enough force to crack a board.
Aayla Secura, Jedi General had no idea how to deal with it. She'd briefly considered finding someone to ask advice from, but couldn't figure out who to ask. Another Jedi was out of the question.
His first reaction had been to reach for his weapon, scan the area for anything hostile. In a different situation she might've laughed at the utterly confused expression on his face after she'd ripped his helmet off and tossed his gun into a hay pile with her lightsaber.
The thought of going up to Master Yoda to announce 'I just kinda had sex with, maybe raped, my clone Commander and I'm not really sure how he took it or how it'll effect our working relationship. Got any words of wisdom for me?' alone was enough to make her shudder. .
Unable to sit still any longer, nauseated and practically ill from tension, Aayla began to pace the length of her tent. Movement that had never failed to calm her before brought her no peace.
It was probably Bly's first kiss and there was nothing romantic about it. Both of them were covered in mud, blood, oil, and sweat. In a less frenzied moment she might've stopped, taken his utter stillness for discomfort or disinterest. Instead she took advantage of his passiveness to dominate him completely.
She didn't know how the Counsel would view this lapse, not when they'd been so suspicious of her relationship with Quinlan Vos, her former master. And on occasion her choice of clothing.
It didn't help that she hadn't asked what he wanted, hadn't given him the chance to say no – was he even capable of turning his commanding officer down? For all intents and purposes she seriously might have raped the man.
Aayla sat down sharply on her cot, head returning to her hands. Meditation hadn't helped, nor had her lightsaber patterns. It would almost be worth it to go drink her worries away. But that would bring everyone's attention. The Order would accept a drunken Jedi even less than a promiscuous one.
Bly made a half-hearted attempt to stop her once she started pulling his armor off, dark eyes wild and worried. She cut him off before he could get a word out, the hand sliding up his inner thigh and the bruising kiss convincing him resistance was futile.
She couldn't claim to be in love either. Whatever they were, not quite friends but somehow close, she knew she wasn't head over heels. It wasn't a purely physical attraction, she wasn't trying to bed as many identical clones as possible. It wasn't an intellectual attraction either. The slavish devotion to orders, the lack of empathy, far too much of his admittedly sparse personality were things she had problems with.
If she could claim it maybe the Order would be more lenient.
Clone armor was harder to get off then she'd anticipated, the buckles unfamiliar and clumsy in her impatient hands. Bly made no move to help or hinder her. His hands were flat against the wall he'd been thrown against, making no move to touch her. Those hands buried themselves in dirt when she finally pushed both of them to the ground.
Something was there though. She'd know Bly in a crowd of clones even if he wore the same armor as the rest of them. None of the others had chemistry with her like he did. Plenty of headaches had resulted from too much meditation on the subject.
Still Aayla was pretty sure she wasn't in love with Bly. Pretty sure.
It wasn't like he was in love with her either. If he was even capable of the emotion, one he did not understand. Aayla wasn't sure if she wanted him to be capable or not. A quandary like this didn't need to get worse.
It was messy. The fine soil stuck to their sweaty skin, creating a thin layer of silt over both of them. The cuts from the newly finished battle bled fresh blood to join the dried black crust already there. The sex was fast and hard, no lingering caresses or whispered promises. The bites hard enough to mark his skin for days after.
She was avoiding him though. They'd have to discuss it eventually. But how clones viewed sex, how Bly viewed sex was a mystery. Especially when he hadn't been asked. And her leaving before he woke up probably wouldn't help. Three days ago.
Eating had been nearly impossible since, the mere suggestion of food enough to make her gag. She's never been that off her food before, not even after Genosis. Aayla forces some food down anyway. A war is still going on and her strength will be needed.
She fell asleep almost as soon as she was finished, the adrenalin high finally wearing off. Neither of them had moved when she woke sometime later, disoriented and half-convinced it had been a dream. He didn't wake when she left, something Aayla viewed with relief and surprise. She needed time to gather herself and realize what she'd done.
Making the conversation with Bly not awkward was probably impossible. And it would only get worse the longer she put it off. Three days was bad enough already. Others have probably noticed the lack of contact already. The rumors were rampant before, this is like throwing gasoline onto a fire.
Best to get it over with and stop the childish avoidance.
What bothered her the most was she couldn't seem to completely regret it.
The shed was empty, dim, and passably clean. Whatever animal had been kept here was gone but hay was still piled neatly in stalls. She shoved him against the wall with enough force to crack a board.
Aayla Secura, Jedi General had no idea how to deal with it. She'd briefly considered finding someone to ask advice from, but couldn't figure out who to ask. Another Jedi was out of the question.
His first reaction had been to reach for his weapon, scan the area for anything hostile. In a different situation she might've laughed at the utterly confused expression on his face after she'd ripped his helmet off and tossed his gun into a hay pile with her lightsaber.
The thought of going up to Master Yoda to announce 'I just kinda had sex with, maybe raped, my clone Commander and I'm not really sure how he took it or how it'll effect our working relationship. Got any words of wisdom for me?' alone was enough to make her shudder. .
Unable to sit still any longer, nauseated and practically ill from tension, Aayla began to pace the length of her tent. Movement that had never failed to calm her before brought her no peace.
It was probably Bly's first kiss and there was nothing romantic about it. Both of them were covered in mud, blood, oil, and sweat. In a less frenzied moment she might've stopped, taken his utter stillness for discomfort or disinterest. Instead she took advantage of his passiveness to dominate him completely.
She didn't know how the Counsel would view this lapse, not when they'd been so suspicious of her relationship with Quinlan Vos, her former master. And on occasion her choice of clothing.
It didn't help that she hadn't asked what he wanted, hadn't given him the chance to say no – was he even capable of turning his commanding officer down? For all intents and purposes she seriously might have raped the man.
Aayla sat down sharply on her cot, head returning to her hands. Meditation hadn't helped, nor had her lightsaber patterns. It would almost be worth it to go drink her worries away. But that would bring everyone's attention. The Order would accept a drunken Jedi even less than a promiscuous one.
Bly made a half-hearted attempt to stop her once she started pulling his armor off, dark eyes wild and worried. She cut him off before he could get a word out, the hand sliding up his inner thigh and the bruising kiss convincing him resistance was futile.
She couldn't claim to be in love either. Whatever they were, not quite friends but somehow close, she knew she wasn't head over heels. It wasn't a purely physical attraction, she wasn't trying to bed as many identical clones as possible. It wasn't an intellectual attraction either. The slavish devotion to orders, the lack of empathy, far too much of his admittedly sparse personality were things she had problems with.
If she could claim it maybe the Order would be more lenient.
Clone armor was harder to get off then she'd anticipated, the buckles unfamiliar and clumsy in her impatient hands. Bly made no move to help or hinder her. His hands were flat against the wall he'd been thrown against, making no move to touch her. Those hands buried themselves in dirt when she finally pushed both of them to the ground.
Something was there though. She'd know Bly in a crowd of clones even if he wore the same armor as the rest of them. None of the others had chemistry with her like he did. Plenty of headaches had resulted from too much meditation on the subject.
Still Aayla was pretty sure she wasn't in love with Bly. Pretty sure.
It wasn't like he was in love with her either. If he was even capable of the emotion, one he did not understand. Aayla wasn't sure if she wanted him to be capable or not. A quandary like this didn't need to get worse.
It was messy. The fine soil stuck to their sweaty skin, creating a thin layer of silt over both of them. The cuts from the newly finished battle bled fresh blood to join the dried black crust already there. The sex was fast and hard, no lingering caresses or whispered promises. The bites hard enough to mark his skin for days after.
She was avoiding him though. They'd have to discuss it eventually. But how clones viewed sex, how Bly viewed sex was a mystery. Especially when he hadn't been asked. And her leaving before he woke up probably wouldn't help. Three days ago.
Eating had been nearly impossible since, the mere suggestion of food enough to make her gag. She's never been that off her food before, not even after Genosis. Aayla forces some food down anyway. A war is still going on and her strength will be needed.
She fell asleep almost as soon as she was finished, the adrenalin high finally wearing off. Neither of them had moved when she woke sometime later, disoriented and half-convinced it had been a dream. He didn't wake when she left, something Aayla viewed with relief and surprise. She needed time to gather herself and realize what she'd done.
Making the conversation with Bly not awkward was probably impossible. And it would only get worse the longer she put it off. Three days was bad enough already. Others have probably noticed the lack of contact already. The rumors were rampant before, this is like throwing gasoline onto a fire.
Best to get it over with and stop the childish avoidance.
What bothered her the most was she couldn't seem to completely regret it.