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“You would have been wasted as a jedi. All this passion needs an outlet. You are stupid to wish for something that would have destroyed you.”
It wasn’t often, they had time for post coital chats. Their liaisons were usually brief, often outdoors, never relaxed and naked, the way they were here. He didn’t know how she’d managed to arrange so much privacy in the Rishi village, but the elder had seemed all too keen to accommodate her request. Theron hadn’t argued.
He probably should have.
But he was only human.
“What, so you’re saying if I’d had the force, I would have been a Sith?”
She laughed, running a green finger down his chest, tracing a pattern through the dark hairs there. They were wet with sweat and other fluids and force help him, even after all they’d done, he felt a new spark of desire at the look in her eyes. “Grand Master Satele has such a ridiculous idea of what it means to be Sith. Jaesa is the same. Let your passions control you and you become a thing like Barrass. Nothing satisfies you. You grasp for more and more until the grasping is what consumes you. That is the way of a failed Jedi. When they fall, they fall all the harder for having denied themselves for so long.”
“How do you know when you’re falling?” he asked.
She propped an elegant chin on a long fingered, strong hand, elbow sharply wedged in his sternum. She was unconcerned at the pressure she was putting on him, and her violet eyes looked up at him, a smile touching those deep, rich lips.
An image came to him of what she’d been doing with those lips, only a scant few minutes earlier, and the spark of desire that had kindled grew stronger. He shifted his hips, and her smile grew more wicked as she felt him beneath her.
“I suspect you do not,” she said, throwing a leg over him and palming his chest, stretching up so he could see the sinews in her neck and the muscles of her arms as they flexed. “I suspect,” she curled in towards him, breathing on his neck, “that you fall before you understand what falling even means.”
“So…” he fought to keep his voice steady, even as her hips ground against his. “Do you think… you’d ever…?”
She kissed him. He groaned and slid his hands up her thighs.
“Fall?” she breathed in his ear, pushing downwards suddenly and with very. good. aim.
“Gah…. yes…. that.”
“It’s easier to see the bottom when you’re closer to it,” she said, and then she did things that made any further conversation utterly irrelevant.