“Correct. I backed up immediately and told her I wouldn’t betray you like that.”
“Hmm… well, thank you for being honest with me, Malik. I appreciate it.”
“Any time.”
“Now then, perhaps I need to teach Nira a lesson,” Serra seethed, her thoughts turning to anger.
“I don’t think that’s necessary, Serra. She wasn’t intending any malice, she was just a girl with a whirlwind crush and let that get the better of her for a moment.”
Eying him, Serra asked, “You’re defending her? She tried to come between us!”
“You didn’t see her in the aftermath. She felt awful; she knows she made a huge mistake. I understand your anger and jealousy, but if we’re going to make this relationship work, we have to be better than that. We’re already straying from Jedi teachings as is; we don’t need to endanger ourselves further by giving in to aggressive emotions.”
“You’re attracted to her, aren’t you?” she accused him.
“Serra, what good does that question do?” Malik tried to say.
“Would you give me a straight ANSWER?! Are you attracted to her or not?!”
Trying to remain calm, Malik replied, “Yes, I am attracted to her. Remember what we know about attraction. It is not something that can be automatically controlled. It’s a reflex. She is young, sweet, and quite pretty, so any number of men would find her attractive. There may be any number of handsome men out there that I’m sure you would find attractive. But none of that matters in the grand scheme of things, Serra. What matters is that I love you, not just for your beauty, but also for your strength, your mind, and your heart. Any beautiful woman could walk through that door right now and throw herself at me, and regardless of any attraction I may feel for her, I’d still choose you. I always will.”
Serra stood in silence, digesting his words. At first Malik feared that she might not forgive him. But after a minute, a single tear dribbled from Serra’s eye and rolled down her cheek.
“You… really mean all that?” she asked.
“Every word. I love you, Serra. Those aren’t just words to me. I’m a Jedi; I take my commitments seriously. Those words are my commitment to you. It doesn’t matter if we live for another century or die tomorrow, I want to travel this galaxy with you by my side.”
Serra choked back another couple of tears, then walked forward and wrapped her arms around Malik’s neck. “I’m sorry… for being petty and jealous,” she sobbed into his shoulder. “I should never have doubted you.”
“It’s ok, Serra,” Malik replied, cradling her face in his hands and wiping away her tears. “We’re going to encounter situations like this. We just have to find healthy ways of working through them.”
“So, you don’t think I should be mad at Nira?”
“Serra, it’s perfectly normal to be unhappy with her actions. But you can’t allow that to lead to anger and a desire for revenge. Besides, any revenge you could exact wouldn’t have any real impact. She already feels awful for what she did.”
“I guess you’re right,” she said, drying her eyes. “But I do want to have a chat with her, girl-to-girl.”
“I think that’s reasonable.”
Their relationship mended, the pair adjourned to the nearby sofa. Malik was about to tell her about his conversation with Yoda, but Serra was becoming rather frisky, pawing at him and kissing his neck. Unable to resist her charms, he returned in kind, beginning to fondle and grope her body. This eventually deteriorated into a long, passionate kiss, landing them both long ways on the sofa. Slipping his hand into her pants, Malik found Serra to be quite wet and slick already. She quickly slid her bottoms off and tugged at his pants as well. Malik stood for a moment and shucked off his pants before rejoining Serra on the sofa. As he was about to enter her, he suddenly got an idea.
“I want to try something,” he said with a grin.
“Whatcha got in mind?” Serra asked in anticipation.
Without a word, Malik turned Serra to lie on her side with her backside spooned against him. She gasped at feeling his rigid cock brush against her ass crack as it traveled southward. He lifted her leg up a bit, attempting to guide his member into her, but had a bit of difficulty finding the entrance. Serra picked up on this and took a gentle grip on his cock, guiding him into her slick womanhood. Inch-by-inch, he buried himself within her, moaning as her hot tunnel began to milk him.
“Oh, Malik… you just have the best ideas…” Serra purred.
Malik said nothing in reply, but slipped his hand underneath her tunic, caressing her taught stomach as he moved towards her breasts. Serra assisted him by pulling her top up as much as she could, allowing her globes to hang free. As Malik stimulated her nipples, he continued thrusting into her at an easy pace. He began to kiss the nape of her neck, now exposed from her new haircut. This elicited another gasp of excitement from Serra. She was now close to orgasm, and reached down to finger her clit, remembering how wonderful it had felt when Malik had done that to her yesterday.
“You close, baby?”
“Uh huh,” Malik grunted in reply.
“Good,” Serra whispered in a husky voice.
Malik’s eyes bulged as Serra reached behind her with one hand, running her fingers through his fine, blonde hair. She turned her face as much as she was able to and drew Malik in for a passionate kiss. This only spurred him on further, as he was now thrusting into her at a rapid pace. Serra moaned into his mouth as their tongues danced, her finger attacking her clit the entire time. At last, they could stand no more, and the lovers climaxed together. Malik let out a primal groan as he filled Serra’s womb, and her screams of ecstasy were some of the most powerful noises either had ever heard in their lives. As they came down from their high, the pair relaxed in silence on the sofa, still spooned against each other.
“I’m sorry… I totally interrupted you,” Serra panted. “You had mentioned that something good happened while I was out?”
“Huh? Oh yeah!” Malik realized. “So, I was somehow contacted… by Master Yoda.”
“Seriously?!”
“Yeah. I think he somehow managed to contact me through the Force, though I have no clue how.”
“Wow… maybe he’s more powerful than anyone realized?” Serra wondered. “So, what did he want?”
“He came to me in the aftermath of my encounter with Nira. He sensed my inner conflict, my shame at being attracted to her. We talked about the relationship we’re building, and why I believe it to be healthy. Yoda asked us to come see him in person. He says he can help us conquer our fears and doubts.”
“Where is he?”
“Some place called ‘Dagobah’ is what he said.”
“Must be where he’s hiding out,” Serra reasoned. “We’ll look it up once we head back to our ship.”
By now, another knock came at the door. The couple disentangled themselves from each other and quickly slipped their pants on. Once they were sufficiently composed, Serra went to answer the door.
“Hello… oh, hello milady,” Nira said as the door opened. “I have brought your new sets of clothes. May I come in?”
“Of course! Set them on the kitchen table if you would.”
Nira placed two large duffel bags on the table and unzipped one.
“In here we have Malik’s order.”
“Thanks. I’ll go try them on to see if you need to make any adjustments,” Malik said, grabbing the bag before Nira could protest.
As the door to the bedroom closed, Serra turned to Nira. “So, I understand you and Malik had a little… encounter earlier.”
Nira at first had a panicked look on her face before lowering her head in shame. “Yes… I attempted to kiss him. He refused, and in truth I am glad he did. He is wonderful, but I would be a terrible person if I had ruined your relationship.”
“But you did try to ruin our relationship,” Serra countered.
“No! Please understand I don’t know what came over me! I-in those moments, I forgot that he was attached. I knew it was wrong as soon as I realized what I was doing. I am so sorry, milady. I will understand if you cannot forgive me.”
Serra stood in reflection for a few moments. At last, she replied, “Some say that forgiveness must be earned, but it is also a key tenant of being a Jedi. I can feel the remorse in your voice. Nira, I may be upset with your actions, but I am not angry with you. You’re right; Malik is a wonderful man. I’m lucky to have him, and I can’t blame you for being attracted to him. For that attraction, there is no need for forgiveness. And for your actions, I do forgive you, without condition.” Serra walked towards Nira and tilted her head up with her fingers. “Friends?”
“I… I would like that,” Nira replied with a warm smile.
The two women hugged to symbolize their new friendship. As they separated, Malik emerged from the bedroom.
“Nira, I’ve gotta say… you did one incredible job with these.”
The women turned and smiled at seeing Malik’s new attire. Gone were his Jedi robes, but his new clothes were just as humble, which suited his personality. He wore a pair of brown leather pants and a tan shirt, complemented by a leather jacket, black with occasional streaks of orange. Completing the ensemble was a pair of brown boots, which blended in well with his pants. This gave Malik an unassuming, yet tough appearance.
“Wow,” Serra breathed.
“Indeed,” Nira agreed. “If one did not know any better, he would look to be simply one of the countless pilots or smugglers inhabiting this galaxy. Ok Serra, your turn.”
As Serra left the room, Malik turned and asked Nira, “Everything ok?”
“Yes,” she replied with a quiet smile.
“I’m glad.”
Serra returned a few minutes later. She was now clad in black leather, from her boots and formfitting pants to her striking tank top. A pair of fingerless gloves completed her new look. Despite the skin-tightness of the outfit, it was clearly designed for functionality and range of motion as well; Serra appeared as limber and agile as ever. Meanwhile, Malik couldn’t help but notice the added sex appeal of her attire. As opposed to Jedi robes, her clothes now accentuated every curve of her body, and her generous bust in particular.
“Well?” Serra asked, giving a playful twirl to show the back of her outfit. “You gonna tell me what you think, or just stare off into space all day?”
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