Indecision

The whole situation was bizarre. Aayla was sitting on the knees of the man who **** her, her asscheeks rested on his leg armor. Yet somehow; despite knowing every bit of this truth, Aayla was feeling safe in his arms. "Bly, how did I get in my fighter?" She asked curiously completely ignoring his questions because she knew no answer.

"Well, some carrying, some lying, some fighting," Bly's voice cracked on the last word and Aayla knew why.

"Did you have to kill anyone?" there was true care in her voice, concern for her friend.

"...yes," it was barely audible "My brothers. They didn't listen. They called me a traitor. They were like... like clankers, like damned droids..." Bly choked on his words.

"You didn't have to. You could let them have me." Aayla took a short pause before continuing "I am sorry, Bly. My outburst was unworthy of a Jedi. You risked your life to save me. Thank you." Her head lowered slowly to rest on his shoulder, her left lek touching his cheek.

"General, You shouldn't apologize after what I..." He started but the Twi'lek interrupted him.

"Don't!" For brief moment steel in her voice returned before becoming soft again "Don't mention this... event, please. Let's forget it ever happened."

Bly nodded silently. The cramped cockpit kept their bodies in close proximity. Even their breaths mingled together. It wasn't a right set of conditions to simply forget about how Aayla's body felt when he **** her **** form. He wasn't himself but he enjoyed every tiny second of it. This kept his guilt very alive inside him. As well as the desire for the woman, who had so little clothing on and whose curves were within reach of his hand.

Did Aayla know what he was feeling in this moment? Yes, she was anything but a naive girl and knew how human males react to Twi'lek bodies. Bly's (and his clone brother's) desires never were a secret for her. Now, when she and Bly were in such an intimate position, it was strange to feel safe around him despite everything. Her mind started wondering what exactly he did to her body, how he treated it. The somewhat sore nether area was a clear indication that the last stage wasn't gentle but what was before?

Thinking about this was both disgusting and strangely exciting for Aayla. She loved sex. Many common people believed that Jedi pursue celibacy but it was simply untrue. Jedi code said nothing against sharing the warmth of one's body or just using sensual pleasures for entertainment. Only attachments were forbidden.

Unexpected. unwanted arousal was raising in Aayla. Perhaps it was her way to distract herself from the horrors of the current situation. To stop feeling the pain spreading through the ****. The proximity of Bly's masculine body, his scent, the sound of his heartbeat, and the heat coming out of him made her heart beat faster...