You swirl your glass of wine absentmindedly-and a bit sloppily-while Bastila flips through a datapad just inches from you on the couch. Hours later, after at least a little token work on imperial administration for the day-shaking hands with representatives of subjugated worlds, reviewing requests for funds from different sectors, things like that-you and Bastila sit in your study. crass as to make it obvious to others what we feel for each other.

'The droid's insinuations aren't entirely incorrect: there are other tasks we could be doing, and we should not be so. 'Acceptance: You're very welcome, Ma-' The doors to the lift spring shut and cut him off, leaving you to slump back as Bastila approaches and wraps an arm gently around your shoulder. 'Thank you very much.' You dart a quick hand into the lift to press a button for the deepest basement on the menu. 'Thank you, HK.' You let Bastila step aside while you walk over to the turbolift, maintaining a dead serious face. Query: Perhaps you would prefer a datapad with the plans be delivered to your quarters, so you can move at your own pace?' Apology: However, I can see that you are in the midst of just vital Sith affairs, right now. 'Declarative: Ah, Master, I was just looking for you to inform you that your intelligence agents and I have finished the threat models you requested. 'You may be the Master in raw power but I think in the absence of your memories I have the better technique.'Д«ut as she leans up to coax you into another kiss, a light hiss of static hits your ears and makes you turn sharply, noticing HK-47 standing in the turbolift entrance. 'Oh?' She smiles playfully with hungry eyes fixed on you. 'You'll find that I can teach you many forbidden things.' I see why the Jedi kept that forbidden.' Bastila's panting as she speaks warms your face, contributing to what you know is your own deep blushing, while she looks up at you visibly exhilerated. Reality becomes clear, the distinctions reemerge, and the heat fades into only the pleasant, physical warmth of two bodies pressing against each other. The moments kissing and embracing stretch on forever, every touch and twitch feeling like a sensuous inferno to both of you, before finally both of you pull apart for air and the connection constricts again. You lose track of where, when, and almost who you are in this way: all that matters now is that you have her. You can feel every touch, every brush against both of your bodies twice, from both sides, as everything roars through the open channel of the Force Bond. She dips back a few inches then, a rough stumble that could have sent her falling on her back but without missing a beat you catch her in your arms while still kissing her passionately. You relish that loss of distinction, and pour just as much of yourself back into Bastila. If what she felt for you before was like fire when you looked at it through the Force, this was like the sun: so hot and intense that staring into it no longer had any discernible shape or motion and soon it consumes you entirely. While your physical senses hone in on the touch of lips, the probing of tongues, you feel something shocking yet natural coursing through the Force, and you give in to it. In no moment ever before had you quite grasped how great and terrible a thing this Force Bond is. You don't have anything else to say, and so you let Bastila's name drop off your tongue as you melt into her.

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