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Lyra	By : Wanabee Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 3599 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. These characters are mine, and so is Ruy.

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At dinner you sit in the lounge with Ridan and Doujo, thinking, thinking. You smile a little as you think that, as you ponder and fret over your future and your relationship with these two men, they are probably thinking about their soup, or possibly lightsabre maintenance. Or sex. That was always a good guess. You think too much, you think. You have been around and around in your head, and are almost to a resolution. Let�s try it on and see how it feels: Maybe Moroc was lying when he said they were using you several ways. Maybe he wasn�t. But being with them feels right, and trusting them feels right. Djo had a point � there was never a false moment with them, never a suspicious look or act, and your only hint of their alleged treachery came from your enemy. Even if they are lying to you, even if they laugh over your head at your naïvete, they are giving you what you need right now, and no one has done that for a long time. It�s a salve to the poorly-healed wound of your past, and you�ll take it. You think carefully about how you will feel if you discover you are wrong, and you decide that it�s worth it. Even if the Council decides to kill you, even if these two support it, even if they are the ones to carry it out, even if they publicly sneer at your stupidity, it will have been worth it. Yes. It is a relief to have a plan again. You decide not to even plot an escape. You will give yourselves over to them completely.

"Are you going to eat your soup?" Doujo asks you. He and Ridan are in their usual clothing, but you�re still in the sickbay uniform of white shorts and tank top.

"It�s cold."
"That�s because you�ve been staring at it for 10 minutes. If you�re not going to eat it, I will. I don�t mind cold soup."

Ridan interjects, "A rare treat for you, Doujo. Your food seldom accompanies your plate all the way to the tabletop before it has been consumed. I�m surprised you don�t just wait by the dispenser slot, or visit the raw materials containers in the cargo bay."

"My Master says I eat too fast. But I�m a growing boy, I�m hungry. Master Bristel is already all grown up."

You smile. "So I see. You can have my soup, Djo."

While Doujo is devouring the cold soup, Ridan says, "We have a surprise for you today, little one."

You always feel a mini thrill when he calls you that. But of course he probably calls all the girls that. Stop it! Stop second-guessing everything, just accept this moment, just enjoy a simple term that makes you feel good. Too good. It will be a fine line to walk, you tell yourself, between accepting and returning the affection they offer, and falling in love with them, which is not an option.

"Hello?" Ridan asks.
"Oh, I�m sorry. A surprise?"

"You�re a million light-years away this morning."

"Sorry. I�ve just been thinking."

"Need any help?"

"I think I�m done."

He nods. Doujo has just slurped up the last of the soup, so they stand. "It�s at sick bay," says Ridan, taking your hand.

"Oh! Did you find a way to blast that machine for me, Djo?"
"Even better!"

You turn the corner and see that the sick bay door is shut with a large sign on the door: "Closed."

You smile broadly. "That is better. Now what?"

Ridan replies, "Now you have your choice of rooms. Let�s go take a look." They take you down the hall and stop before a door. It opens and you look in to see a nondescript room. It�s nicely furnished, and rather like a small hotel room, with a bathroom and closet to the side. "This is choice A." You nod and everyone continues to the next doorway, which also opens. This room is a mirror image of the other room, down to every detail. "Choice B." You remember from Doujo�s description of the ship that one of these rooms must have been Moroc�s and the other G�noa-Fan�s. You are glad they haven�t offered to tell you which is which.
"Very nice. The beds look comfortable. Either one will be fine."

"Well, there�s one more, so wait till you�ve seen that to decide." You continue up the hall and stop at the next door. It opens and you are looking at a small room filled with controls and blinking lights. "The chair is pretty comfortable, and you hardly notice the blinking and beeping after a while."

"Uh�"

Ridan smiles. "Just kidding, little one. This is the cockpit. Your other choice is behind the next door."

"By the way, who�s driving?"

"Doujo and I take turns, but we just have to check in every few hours. The computer can pilot better than a person between stars, and it lets us know if anything goes wrong. We�ll need to pay more attention when we approach Coruscant."

You all continue around to the next door, and you recognize the lounge door up ahead; you�ve come almost all the way around. This door opens, and the room inside is different. It has similar hotel room furniture, but it�s being lived in. It�s larger and has two more doors leading to bedrooms. In short, it�s the Jedi suite. Doujo takes your hand and leads you through to the door on the right. This room has been emptied of personal effects, and contains just a bed, a chair and some storage compartments. Nothing except the layout would remind you of that night. "But where would you sleep, Djo?"
"Ridan�s room is bigger. There was room for an extra bed in there."

As usual, your first thought of how sweet this is is immediately derailed by cynicism, but you clamp down hard. No thinking about motives! Make it simple, Lyra. Where do you want to be? The answer sings out, here! You turn and ask, "Is the rent reasonable?"

Doujo answers, "Yes, but I hear the neighbors are noisy."

"That�s OK. I guess I�m noisy myself sometimes," you answer shyly.
Ridan laughs softly, puts his arm around you, and draws you into his embrace, which you return gladly. He bends down face to face, smiling, and then re-embraces you around your waist and straightens, lifting you up to his kiss. His beard scratches your face wonderfully. "I think you�re the softest roommate I�ve ever had."

"I think you may be the hardest."

At this Ridan laughs louder, his deep baritone so close to your ears, and the reverberations come to you through his chest as well. You feel his response to your body, pressed so close to his.

"Ahem," comes from behind you.

You have limited mobility, but you turn to see Doujo looking left out. You push against Ridan, saying, "I promised him I�d make it up, our time alone together."

He�s reluctant to let you go. "Keep wiggling like that and we�ll have two to make up," Ridan says, slowly letting you slide down. You give him a last kiss as you go.
Doujo swoops in before Ridan can change his mind or you have a chance to turn awkward. You stifle a shriek as he grabs hold of you and tosses you down on the bed, immediately following to stretch out over you, an arm on either side of you trapping you.

"Well, hello, Djo," you say, surprised, but instead of answering, he claims your mouth with a deep kiss. When he has left you breathless, he moves up to straddle your hips, and is bent over to kiss you as he works on lifting your tank top. He breaks to pull it over your head, raising your arms in the process, but leaves the shirt on your arms. You feel exposed to him, but with your newfound resolve to trust them, you don�t remove the shirt yourself. He looks down at your arched body and smiles. "Beautiful. I�d had too much to drink before, Lyra. You should always be enjoyed sober." You gasp when he touches your breast. Then his mouth is on your other breast, and his other hand has moved to stroke the outside of your shorts. He moves his hand between your legs, and his fingers begin to slip inside the shorts, then inside you. You begin to writhe in pleasure, but you can�t get closer to or farther from his teasing hands. Soon he is removing your shorts and pushing your legs apart, and then his mouth is down there tormenting you.

Ridan has removed his shirt and is kissing you, and then your breasts. You want to touch him, run your fingers through his short soft hair, but when you move your arms he presses them down and shakes his head.

It is not possible to remain coherent for long, and you don�t. Your orgasm washes over you in a tidal wave, and Doujo and Ridan carry you through it. A breath later, Doujo has moved up and reclaimed your mouth, your neck, your ear. You move your arms down to embrace him but he pushes them back up and holds them, resting on his elbows, his knees between your legs. "This is just how I like you."

"You�re really something, Djo," you smile.
"I know."

"When do I get a turn to please you?"

He laughs, and responds between kisses, "You�re doing it right now� the way you look� the way you feel� the way you taste� You don�t have to do a single thing, love."

You pretend pout. "What about the way I sound?"

"Oh, I love the way you sound. That�s how I know what I�m doing for you."

"And my smell?"

"Ship�s soap, just like me."

"That�s not very romantic."
He wiggles one eyebrow. "Sharing soap can be very romantic."

Ridan�s face is right there with you, looking aggrieved at you both in turn. "Ahem!"

Doujo looks chastised. "My Master tells me I should get on with it. Was he this much in a rush when he had you to himself?"

You look serious. "That was different." You smile and continue, "Just kiss me, you fool."
"I�ll do more than that, love. I�ve been thinking about this for two days." True to his word, he enters you, slowly. You close your eyes and bite your lip, which he kisses, as he fills you up. He runs his tongue along your jawline to behind your ear, which he nibbles before sitting up on his knees, pulling you onto his lap and supporting you at an angle. Now as he continues to slowly thrust into you, Ridan claims your mouth. He anticipates your next move by resting his arm on yours, and you are trapped again, exactly where you want to be. Doujo�s increasing speed and Ridan�s attentions bring you to the brink, and you and Doujo go over together.

Doujo laughs and is about to collapse on you when Ridan shunts him aside. "Time�s up, Padawan."

You take the opportunity to get up on your knees and pull your shirt all the way off. Ridan smiles warily at you. "Take off your pants, Master Ridan." He complies and lets you push him down on the bed. You straddle his chest, his hair tickling your thighs, and his hands go to your breasts. You bend down to kiss him, your hair making a tent around your faces. Your tongue begins a journey down his magnificent body, and he begins to groan in anticipation. He is fully alert when you reach your destination, and you take as much of him as you can into your mouth, and stroke the rest with your hands. It is not long before you can taste him, and you feel him pull back. He pulls you up to him and flips you onto your back, narrowing his eyes at you as he raises your arms, pinning them again. "Who�s the Master?" he asks.

"You are, Ridan."
He reaches down with his other hand to see if you�re ready for him, pushing your legs open, stroking, then inserting one finger, two fingers, all the time watching your face, enjoying your pleasure. When your readiness is evident, he carefully but unrelentingly impales you on his rod. He is so enormous in both length and girth, the stretching and fullness in all directions sets off fireworks in your body. He has hardly begun to thrust in earnest when you are shuddering, milking him to his own pinnacle. With a roar to follow your moans, he arrives, and drops to your side, spent. When your breathing quiets, you hear a gentle snore. You turn to see Doujo fast asleep next to you. Ridan follows your gaze and chuckles as he rolls over and lifts you on top of him, to your favorite place to sleep. Arms and legs hanging down, your body rests on his warm fuzzy chest, and you both drift off.
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