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Curiosity (Doesn't Befit a Jedi)	By : PyramidHead316 Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 5854 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: This is just a short little story I wrote a while back involving one of my favorite characters. Enjoy! ;D
Curiosity (Doesn't Befit a Jedi)
Anakin Skywalker leaned back tiredly, sighing in exhaustion from the latest mission. He wasn’t alone in the ship – Serra Keto was the other Jedi onboard the passenger craft. Anakin had the captain’s chair, and he was currently going over the details of everything that had transpired, for lack of anything better to do. Her presence in the Force was muted, and the same went for him, since they had no reason to remain extremely aware of each other’s senses.
They were on a shuttle, which he had stolen from the Separatists. How was it that every time they met, they had to make a desperate escape to barely preserve their lives?
The details of the last mission left him exhausted. She had been sent to investigate a space station in a Mid Rim system, conveniently without backup. The space station had gone silent and the Jedi Council decided to investigate the matter. The station belonged to some planet or another that was staying neutral in the Republic’s war against the Separatists; he didn’t care too much about it. The neutral planets disgusted him. It didn’t matter, though. The station turned out to be part of some plot by the Separatists he really didn’t care to think about much right now – they were testing new droids which they planned to unleash on the nearby planets, and alongside those, there was a legion of battle droids, droidekas, and vulture droids, commanded by an enemy general of the droid variety. As in their first meeting, Serra managed to overcome the circumstances and call for help. And once again, Anakin was sent to rescue her. He knew Serra didn’t appreciate it; she hated having to call for help, but she knew enough to know when she was outnumbered and outmatched. They had barely made it out of the death trap after he activated the self-destruct mechanism. Anakin had enjoyed the thrill of battle at the beginning of the war and he liked to fight, despite the painful reality of Padmé being separated from him, but nowadays he was just tired. He wanted the war to end, and for the Separatists to cease with these stupid attempts at dominating the galaxy. He knew full well that Serra was probably the same.
He knew it wasn’t right, but Anakin found himself angry at the Council that they assigned her these types of assignments. Serra seemed to accept it as her lot without complaining, but it didn’t change the fact that these were missions more suited toward clone troopers and special commando units rather than Jedi. Anakin didn’t consider her a friend, but she was a nice acquaintance, and the last thing he wanted was to watch another Jedi die in front of him.
Sending a Jedi into a mission, with clones and proper reinforcements, was okay. Sending a Jedi what was suspected to be a trap, with no reinforcements whatsoever, was not. He wondered if they almost wanted her to fail, so they would have an excuse to get rid of her.
He had sent her to get some rest, after they were safe in hyperspace and assured that no enemy ships were following them. That was about an hour and a half ago, and Anakin hadn’t heard from her since. She had left instructions to go tell her if anything went wrong, but Anakin didn’t foresee that happening. He was a good pilot and he saw no damage to the shuttle, and besides, they would sense very quickly if something went wrong with the ship. Still, she didn’t say not to be disturbed otherwise. He decided to go check on her, just in case she needed something.
Or if not, maybe he would talk to her. The truth was he was bored. Anakin didn’t cope well with sitting around restlessly, and watching the endless streaks of hyperspace was something that didn’t stimulate his pilot sensibilities.
The shuttle was small, so he easily arrived at the room. The door to the cabin was one that he had to slide manually – it didn’t respond to the command pad on the right. It spoke about the morale of the troops among the Separatists that the shuttle was barely in working condition inside. Droids didn’t need things to be perfect, they just needed the ship to start and stay afloat in space. No privacy, no food, only the maximum amount of oxygen necessary to carry a live passenger a few hours to their destination…Anakin found it slightly disturbing, to say the least. He was used to the bare comforts from Tatooine, and from being a Jedi, but this was far beyond even his limits. He had nothing against droids. He loved Artoo, as a friend…but an entire civilization of Artoos was not something he wanted to be a part of. And it was obvious that among the Separatist troops, that was pretty much how things worked.
Suddenly, he heard something odd emanating from the room. He slowly slid the door to the left, using the Force to muffle the sound. Instincts took over and all he could think of was that perhaps some droid has stowed aboard the ship. He stopped only a portion of the way through. That was all he needed, because right away Anakin froze in a standstill.
Serra was lying on the bed, her legs lifted at the knees as her boots were settled on the bed. She was fully dressed, but her pants were around her thighs, and her hand was working quickly between her legs. Her other hand was splayed across her body on the right side of her chest, and there was an expression of quiet pleasure on her face; her eyes were closed in response. It was obvious what she was doing, and Anakin would have been stupider than the Council thought him to be if he didn’t recognize it right off the bat.
Her senses were closed in around herself, and it was obvious she had absolutely no idea he was even there. Anakin took slight cover from beside the door, yet he didn’t close the door immediately, realizing that would be a dead giveaway of his presence.
Anakin was shocked. This was something he never expected to find, and there were so many reasons for finding this shocking that he wasn’t sure he could list them all. Anakin kept his presence muted, so that she wouldn’t realize he was there. Serra didn’t seem to realize anything was amiss, for her part. She moaned softly to herself, and Anakin was astounded by the realization that she was actually capable of making noises like this, just like any other woman. He felt his cheeks turning red. No amount of Jedi training had prepared him for this, and he was alarmed at the realization that he had absolutely no idea how to deal with this.
He didn’t know other Jedi did this sort of thing. He was aware Obi-Wan indulged in it on some occasions, but the Jedi seemed ashamed of it, and never brought it up around Anakin.
Anakin couldn’t help but stare. He was astounded at how different she looked like this. The tough, sarcastic expression she usually wore was gone, replaced by one that was almost endearing. She looked almost vulnerable, as weird as that sounded, and he knew Serra would take offense at hearing herself described as that. But it was true. He couldn’t not admit it. She looked beautiful.
That didn’t change the fact that he was spying on her like a peeping tom Jawa looking in on a cantina in Tatooine. Anakin was about to close the door when he heard something that made him pause straight in his tracks. “Anakin!” the soft female voice carried across the room, in a breath that was heavy with pleasure.
Anakin’s eyes widened in response. What the hell…Anakin thought to himself. Did he really just hear what he thought he did? There was no way – it just wasn’t possible! There was just no way she could possibly be doing what she was doing and thinking about him!
But she was. And the mere prospect of it left him boggled.
Anakin knew he was somewhat handsome, due to some of the girls who took to him on his missions, but he never imagined anyone fantasized about him besides Padmé, and the ones who were taken in by that “Hero With No Fear” image. Certainly not a Jedi, and not one like Serra Keto who appeared to be completely disinterested in anything to do with romance or physical intimacy. He didn’t know whether he felt flattered that she thought of him that way, or mortified that he was the object of her less-than-wholesome fantasies.
And yet, he found himself oddly reassured that she actually did this. It meant she was still human, unlike certain other Jedi he could mention.
This was too private. He shouldn’t be listening to this, and he immediately felt some small sense of guilt at spying on her in this manner. Not to mention, Serra would have his head if she realized he was spying on her in this way. He quietly closed the door, hoping Serra wouldn’t hear him.
He was about to leave her to her privacy, when he was struck by the flowing waves of her release in the Force.
Anakin steeled himself as he buckled under the sensations for a moment. Force, he didn’t know if it was his enhanced senses, or if she was projecting stronger than usual, but he definitely felt that. He had to struggle not to let it overtake him. Suddenly, it occurred to him that if he could feel her, then possibly she could feel him in return.
Knowing he had to get out of there, he quickly rushed towards the cockpit. No Jedi was going to catch him spying on them like a common perverted spacer from Tatooine; no way.
Some time later, Serra Keto walked into the cockpit of their shuttle. Anakin looked over his shoulder at her as he piloted their stolen ship. They were almost to their home now, with only a few hours remaining on their voyage. He couldn’t wait to be home again.
“You look relaxed,” he remarked, smiling at the brunette Jedi somewhat roguishly.
“I am,” Serra smiled back. “I had a nice nap. Did some meditation. Dreamed of all the things I could do to my Master for sending me on this stupid assignment.”
Inwardly, Anakin scoffed with all the sarcasm he could muster. Meditation…yeah right. I think I prefer this type of meditation to anything Master Yoda could ever offer me.
“That’s good. We’re coming up on Coruscant in a short while,” Anakin said, examining the panel and various displays. “Only a few hours, about three at the most. We can just relax the rest of the way.”
Serra toyed with her hands beside Anakin. He wondered if there was any trace of her essence left on them; if she even washed them in the first place. He couldn’t tell anything with those fingerless gloves. He wouldn’t put it past her; Serra wasn’t like other girls. She placed a hand on his shoulder, and he stared at it, knowing what she had been doing with that hand only a short set of minutes before. He carefully allowed himself a small smile, which he quickly suppressed before she noticed.
“Thanks for looking out for me on the station,” Serra smiled warily. “I owe you one, that’s for sure.”
She had no idea how much looking he had been doing, Anakin thought to himself. He would never let her know aloud either that he had seen in her in that condition, for as long as he lived in. There was no way anyone would be able to save him from the twin blades that would slash through his neck.
Epilogue
Anakin was glad to be home. After meeting with the Council, he quickly avoided the Jedi who wanted to speak with him and found a way to get to Padmé, as he usually did when he returned to Coruscant. He couldn’t meet Padmé at the spaceport, obviously, so he did one better: he went directly to her landing pad at 500 Republica, taking a standard speeder so that he wouldn’t be recognized. Padmé was overjoyed to see him, and they exchanged fervent kisses that drove Anakin wild and talked for a bit, sharing declarations of love and catching up on what had happened in his absence. But his recent trip had left him a weird mood, and before he could plan it out too much, he found himself drifting the conversation onto a subject he wouldn’t have imagined he would ever bring up with his angel.
“Hey Padmé…” Anakin began, not believing he was going to ask this. He would need all his Jedi concentration if he was to pull this off, without embarrassment. “How do you deal with your physical needs while I’m not around? It must be very frustrating,” he said, trying to sound as casual as possible – he didn’t want to incite any suspicion.
“I wait for you, of course,” Padmé said, answering honestly in response to his query. She saw no reason for him to ask this question all of a sudden, but she decided there was no harm in indulging his curiosity. She had long ago learned that Anakin was prone to spontaneous acts, some of which made sense only to him. “I immerse myself in my work and that helps get me through the days until you arrive,” she smiled at him, in what she hoped was a wicked smirk.
“You mean you don’t…” Anakin hinted, hoping she would realize what he was actually asking her. He definitely didn’t want to say it out loud – not before her, anyway.
“I don’t go to someone else,” Padmé said, not understanding why Anakin was bringing this up all a sudden. She looked curiously at him, as if she didn’t truly understand what he was getting at. “If that’s what you’re asking. What are you asking, Anakin?” she tilted her head curiously.
“Never mind,” Anakin shook his head. Force, she’s so naïve! I guess sex education isn’t a priority for pre-Queens in training, down at the legislative youth program, he thought with some minor amount of awe.
Anakin put an arm around her while he lowered his head to kiss his angel. He loved Padmé, and considered her to be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. But for one moment, he wondered what it would be like to satisfy Serra’s needs.
He had a feeling she knew more than the Masters knew about.
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