You wait, but not without having a little fun.

You smirk as she takes her first step into the bath and a long sigh escapes her lips. You can see the goosebumps lining her skin as she sinks into the crystal clear waters, the heat soothing her aching muscles as she lounges against the tub's edge. Her eyes flutter closed as she was content to lounge in the bath's warm embrace, but soon enough the need to clean became too great to ignore.

Shmi first pulls her hair free of its messy bun and tosses aside the dirt encrusted tie, then reaches over to a bottle of shampoo sitting on the edge of the pool, some flowery kind that you picked on a whim. She squeezes out a dollop into her hand and sets to work vigorously scrubbing her hair. The effect is immediate as the water discolors from the filth she washed away, but this is quickly circulated out with the currents. Once, twice, thrice she dunks her head to rinse out the soap, until clean and shiny brown hair remains. She then grabs the body wash and stands, her skin glistening in the light of the bathroom, and then works the soap into a thick lather on her chest. This time, you place a very minor aphrodisiac into the body wash to bump up the sensitivity of her skin which has an immediate effect.

What was once quick and focused scrubbing turned into a sensual massage, and she can't help but moan softly as her fingers work across her skin. Her eyes flutter closed once more as she indulges in the carnal desires flowing through her.

"Oh my, what is this...?" she mumbles as her hands slide down her toned stomach.

Her breathing begins to quicken as her soapy fingers cross her navel and snake into her pubic hair. Temptation's call is too great to resist and her hand drops lower to stroke the winking lips of her pussy, sending shocks of electricity up her spine. There were few times she allowed herself to indulge in such pleasures, first as a single mother to Anakin and then a loving wife. The thought of her husband Cliegg Lars brings her ministrations to a halt and sorrow washes over her.

She could faintly hear the screams and yells of the moisture farmer and his family viciously fighting the Tuskens in an effort to rescue her, as well as how many had died at the hands of those savages. Did he survive? Did he die? Would she ever see him again? With the mood broken, she finishes her bathing quickly and steps out of the pool to search for the clothes her... what could she call him? Rescuer? Kidnapper? The man was an enigma, but she couldn't deny he saved her life. A rumble from her stomach then breaks her musings, making her painfully aware of her gnawing hunger.

Back in the bedroom, you can't help but sigh as the show comes to an end. A quick scan of her thoughts tells you that Shmi was worried for her husband and newfound family following her emancipation from Watto. You knew he lived but she didn't, and you intended to keep it that way. As you recline patiently in an armchair at the coffee table in the middle of the room, you hear the hiss of a hatch opening and you look up to find Shmi approaching you in a pure white, fluffy bathrobe that fell to her ankles.

Her face is still flushed from her bath and you can faintly smell her stifled arousal amongst the sweet scents of her soap, but she masks her body language well enough in an effort to hide it from you. She approaches hesitantly, but the smell of food laid out before her overrides her caution as her stomach loudly complains a second time. She sits opposite of you and eagerly digs in.

"Easy now," you warn her playfully. "You don't want to make yourself sick."

"I'm sorry but I don't remember the last time I've eaten," she apologizes between bites. "Or bathed properly."

"Take as much time as you need," you offer while sipping at your tea.

The minutes tick by as Shmi clears the platter, sighing with content as the last strawberry disappears into her mouth. She then takes her tea and sips, savoring the warm feeling it brought. When she opens her eyes once more, she she speaks to you with calm in her voice.

"I want to thank you. You've done so much for me already and I don't even know your name," she says with gratitude.

"It was no issue. You may call me Michael. I was the one who rescued you from captivity."

Shmi nods and frowns.

"How long have I been here?" she asks.

"About five days, give or take a few hours. Your body was simple enough to heal, but your mind needed more time. You've been asleep for most of your stay."

"And where are we?"

"You are aboard my home, a space station in the Unknown Regions known as the Star Forge," you answer candidly.

"Unknown Regions...?" she whispers in shock.

"I understand this may be difficult to grasp, but I speak the truth. We are no longer anywhere near Tatooine."

"Then what about my family?" she suddenly asks frantically. "My husband? My step-son? I... I have to go back! I have to make sure they're alright!"

She jumps from her seat with worry, but a raised hand from you stops her in her tracks. At your wordless command, she sits back down but her fidgeting continues.

"What is the last thing you remember?" you ask her.

Her lips press together in a thin line as those horrid memories come back to her.

"I... I went out early to pick mushrooms from the moisture vaporators," she began. "The suns had barely come up, so it was dark. I didn't see them coming, and when I heard them it was already too late. One of them hit me across the crown and everything went blurry. I remember getting... tied up, dragged, and gagged while they took me away."

Shmi grips her robe tightly as she recalls the pain and fear that day brought her. Still, she **** herself to continue.

"I think Cliegg came for me a few hours later before they could take me too far, he and several others from the farm. I remember fighting, yelling and..."

Her lips begin to tremble as the worst possible thought comes to her.

"Oh god... they're dead aren't they?" she whimpers as she begins to cry.

You move to her side and kneel to console her as the tears fall, your hands grasping hers in support.

"I don't know," you tell her. "I saw no other humans at the camp. You were the only prisoner, and you were close to **** when I found you so I couldn't spend any time looking for others."

"How did you even find me?" she asks between shuddering breaths.

"I felt your suffering through the ****. You cried for help, so I sought you out."

"... so you're a Jedi?" she asks with hope.

You give her an amused chuckle.

"Not exactly. I'm not part of the Order but I can feel the **** like they do and I try to do my part in the Galaxy, no matter how big or small."

She wipes the tears from her face and manages a weak smile.

"My son is a Jedi," she says with pride. "He spent all his life hanging onto those stories. He was so... happy when he finally met one. The Jedi master, Qui Gon Jinn, he called my little boy **** Sensitive and it explained all the incredible things he could do. Before he left, he freed Anakin and took him with him to become a Jedi."

"He didn't free you too?" you ask with a frown.

Shmi shook her head.

"He couldn't. Watto refused to lose another **** to the same man, no matter what the offered price. Anakin didn't want to leave either when he found out I couldn't come, but I sent him away anyway. I didn't want him to lose his chance to see the Galaxy as a free man. He promised to come back and free me too but... I haven't seen him since. It's been ten years now."

"He wouldn't be able to even if he wanted," you explain to her. "Jedi training is extremely regimented. It takes years before they graduate to knighthood and given more freedom."

Shmi looks up to the stars through the glass view-port that was your bedroom's ceiling and sighs wistfully.

"I wonder where he is now?" she says. "Hopefully being the hero he always dreamed of being.

The two of you sit in silence for a few moments until Shmi realizes how close you are, as well as your own state of undress; black sweatpants and nothing else. She averts her eyes as a deep blush floods her face. Cliegg was strong and rough as a farmer would be, with a wizened charm that enraptured her from the start, but you... you were young and full of vigor, with a body that she could only fantasize about... and you had saved her from a fate worse than ****. It was so much like a fairy tale she wanted to laugh at the thought, and yet she couldn't help but feel her earlier arousal growing, not without the after-effects of the body wash still in her system.

"What happens to me now?" she asks meekly with an undertone of desire.