An Interlude

He sits in a standard meditation pose, communing with the universe, with life, with the Force. Feeling the warm caress of that energy field as he ponders the meaning of the various messages and niggles he has received throughout the day.

The harsh metallic sound of a door opening drags him back to his body and he opens his eyes to see one of the Rar sisters enter into the meditations chamber, Alema. She pauses at the door, an almost startled look flickering onto her face as she stares at him for a moment. Her mouth opened slightly in that almost shock she has, andThen she glances back into the hallway and quickly steps into the room, closing and locking the door behind her.

Then she starts walking towards him, allowing her outer cloak to slip from her shoulders and trail to the floor behind her. Her remaining clothes consist of a leather halter top and leather breeches. Tightened to the point where Luke wonders if she still has blood flow to her legs.

Then his mind is distracted by the movements that she makes. The way her hips shift with every step, and how her shoulders sway in an opposite swing of her hips. The fact that her hands slide up the leather of her pants, and flicker across her bare stomach, her fingers pausing for a second to caress a small jewel attached to her belly button. How she runs her hands up their opposite arms while lifting them above her head.

Luke swallows, an innate fear slamming into his chest and heart. In the back of his mind he can hear Cammie calling him "Wormie" once again.

She reaches the large round meditation chair that Luke is sitting on, and drops to her hands and knees on the floor. Her hands lift up the short distance from the floor to the top of the meditation chair and she crawls onto it. She advances, stalking him, and Luke realizes that he needs to breathe.

He yanks his eyes from her, and allows them to flicker around the room, trying to find some way out, some escape. But then they return to her as she crawls towards him, and he notices how her lekku seems to twist and twine with and around each other, almost like lovers.

She continues advancing, and he instinctively scoots back a bit, away from the center of the chair, quickly reaching the edge as she continues forward. He spares a quick glance behind him, noting that he has no more chair to go backwards on. Just a short drop which would splay him backwards on his butt.

Electric fire runs up his leg when she lays a hand on it. He lets out an involuntary gasp.

Her torso bends about at her mid back, as she curves her body towards him, lifting her face, allowing bare centimeters between them. He can smell her, an almost sweet, musky smell, reminding him of japor flowers baking in the Tatooine suns.

He feels the push of her breast against his chest and her other hand running up and down his arm, rising up to his hair, twirling a lock of it between a couple of her fingers.

She smiles up at him. Coy. Light. Flirting. Dangerous.

Her whispered voice is a silky purr and her breath is warm and moist against his lips. "Master."

He swallows again. Hard.