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Awakening	By : laloga13 Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 4569 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Seven
After they dried and dressed, they returned to the camp, which was quiet. There was no sign of General Tallis and Stonewall wondered if she'd figured out how to rid Kali's body of the spirit; when he voiced the question, Kalinda held up her comm, which she had taken with her.
“My former Padawan is nothing if not reliable. She'll inform us the moment that she finds something.” Her mouth quirked into a smile, and she gave a light laugh as he watched spots of pink appear on her cheeks. “Poor thing. I can only imagine what it was like for her to have to tell you that you needed to come fuck the living daylights out of me, because I was possessed by an ancient spirit. It sounds ridiculous, doesn't it?”
“I'm past caring about the particulars,” he admitted as they stepped back into her quarters. “But, I have to admit, if I were listening to someone else tell this story, well...it would be passing strange, that's for sure.”
Once the door was closed behind them, he glanced at the dark-haired woman. “What's the best way to go about doing this?”
She paused for a moment to survey the room as she considered. Finally, she took one of the pillows that had been stacked at the head of the sleeping pallet and moved them to the center, then shedding her clothes and lying so that her hips were raised upon the pillow. He stepped out of his trousers and leaned over her, kissing her mouth, her breasts, her stomach – which made her give a soft giggle, a sound he'd never heard from her before.
“You're ticklish?”
“Not at all,” she replied, her eyes flashing with merriment.
“Ah, I see,” he said in a mock-serious voice. “So it won't bother you if I...” Here, he leaned down and caressed her stomach again, eliciting another spurt of laughter even as her body wriggled in an enticing way.
For a few moments they both chuckled, then he cleared his throat and studied her face while he was leaning over her navel. “Kali, I want to do this right. I want it to be...good for you.”
“Just like before,” she replied with a smile, though her eyes were blazing. “Start slow. It takes practice to get right, but you're a fast learner...and I'll let you know if what you're doing is...good.”
He would have liked more detailed instructions, but her voice was breathless and he could see that it was growing difficult for her to speak, so he nodded and bent his head down to her navel. From here, he planted a series of soft kisses, brushes with his lips, really, along her skin, towards her core.
It was not quite unfamiliar territory, so he leaned forward and began gently kissing the outer folds, stroking her thighs with one hand while using the other to keep his balance. Start slow, she had said, so he did, taking care to keep all of his movements controlled, even though he could feel his length hardening in response to the little noises of pleasure she was starting to make. Besides arousing him, he thought that the sounds meant she was enjoying herself, so he brought his right hand up to spread her apart and explore the inner section of her cleft, his lips finding the folds that covered the nub that was his eventual goal.
First the right side, then the left; he sucked and licked, using his tongue and lips to explore and taste her. In response to his ministrations, she gasped and arched her back, her legs spreading as wide as she could make them, her hands gripping the pallet beneath her; she writhed and whimpered his name over and over as he worked her, and he felt himself growing harder with each passing moment.
Finally, when he was starting to have trouble keeping her still, his tongue found the nub and he gave a gentle flick across the smooth surface. Her reaction was immediate, her voice nearly hoarse as she cried his name. Slowly, he began to focus his attention to the mound of flesh, alternating between his tongue and his lips while he used his right hand to stroke her lips and explore the rest of her core. After several minutes of this, her entire body stiffened as she cried out his name again, then he felt her muscles relax all at once.
“Stonewall...” she murmured, pulling him up towards her and giving him a deep kiss. “That was...”
He couldn't help but smile at her when they parted, despite the pulsing throb of his own arousal. “Satisfactory?”
She gave a helpless laugh, then shot him a concerned look even as she started to yawn. “But you...?”
“I'll be okay for a while,” he replied, noting that the glow had not yet returned to her eyes. He settled in beside her and turned so that she was laying next to him, resting her head in the crook of his arm. “Don't worry about me...if it gets too bad, I can take care of things on my own.”
Her answering yawn was strong enough to send a tremble through her body, but she shook her head. “Not...fair...”
Stonewall thought of all the times he'd had to “take care of things on his own” in the past, and gave a shrug before embracing her and kissing her forehead. “I suppose you can make it up to me later, if it will make you feel better.”
“Okay,” she said with a smile that turned into another yawn. They were each quiet for a moment before she spoke again, her voice nearly fading to nothing by the end of the sentence. “I think I'm actually getting tired after that performance.”
“Then you should sleep,” he replied with a chuckle, his own words punctuated by a yawn before he drifted off as well. In his arms she was warm; pressed against him as she was, he could feel her heart beating through her skin.
While he slept, Stonewall did not dream, for there was nothing that his imagination could conjure that would have rivaled that moment.

Stonewall awoke some time later; by the slant of light that peaked through the crack of the door he could tell that it was mid to late afternoon. A glance at Kali showed that she was still asleep; he couldn't help but smile at the realization that she had not moved from her place, nestled in the nook of his shoulder. Before he could do much more than kiss her head, his stomach growled, alerting him to the fact that he had not eaten in...well, it had been some time.
Resolving to get food and perhaps information, he carefully extricated himself from the tangle of her legs, pleased that she did not wake as he did so, dressed in his tunic and pants and stepped out of the small building, squinting in the light.
The camp was quiet. Most of the Agri-Corps members were probably at work extracting the necessary bacteria from the xoorzi, and he only saw a few clone troopers who stood at the perimeter of the camp. There was no sign of the other Jedi. Finally he spotted Quarry, who stood at attention when he noticed the captain approaching.
“At ease, lad,” Stonewall said with a nod. “I'm looking for General Tallis. Have you seen her?”
“Yes, sir,” he replied, pointing to the top of the nearby temple. “The comm station's up there; she hasn't left, as far as I know. Sir.”
As Stonewall thanked him and moved to head for the temple, the younger clone cleared his throat, which caused the captain to pause and glance back at him.

“Is it true, sir?” Quarry's voice was hesitant, his feet shifted as Stonewall's eyes met his visor.
“Is what true?”
“That General Halcyon's been possessed by a sex demon?”
If he had not been as disciplined as he was, Stonewall would have punched the fellow in the jaw where he stood. As it was, he was only stunned for a moment before he grabbed the younger clone's arm and held it behind his back, bending the joint into what he knew was a painful position.
“You will not speak of it, do you understand?” he said, pitching his voice to a low growl. “It's Jedi business that has nothing to do with you. Is that clear?”
The younger clone's words were strung together in a yelp of protest. “Yes, sir! It was a poor joke...I'm sorry, sir!”
Stonewall held his grip a moment longer before releasing the trooper and stepping away towards the massive temple, his pulse racing with anger; oddly enough, it was primarily directed at himself, though Quarry's flippant words had spurned some of the feeling as well.
Stonewall knew that he'd been...distracted during the course of his and Kali's stay on Mundali, and hadn't even considered the immediate implications of their activities. Clones were notorious gossips, and he figured that the Agri-Corps members weren't much better. There was no telling what had been said about her so far, but he hoped that General Tallis had been discreet. In fact, the only thing Stonewall was certain of was that he didn't like the idea of anyone spreading any kind of vitriol about Kalinda.
He scowled and gave a deep exhale to push the thought and the accompanying anger away. Neither would serve any purpose, and he had a job to do right now.
Many of the steps that led to the top of the temple were weathered and broken, but it was easy enough for him to climb the eighty or so until he reached the temple's zenith. Even so, the humidity had already made his thin shirt cling to his chest, which was damp with sweat. The comm station was essentially a transmitter and an amplifier, with a few chairs scattered around it, one of which held the red-haired Jedi, who looked up as his figure shadowed the doorway.
“Captain,” she said, rising to her feet. “Is everything alright? Is Master Halcyon well?”
Uncertain of how best to phrase his reply, Stonewall cleared his throat to give him a second to think. “She's resting at the moment. I came to see if you had any news.”
Tallis shook her head. “I'm waiting on Jocasta to get back to me – we might have a solution, but it's a long shot. I will let you know...in the meantime, if you would tell her that we have been able to explore the caverns without incident.” There was a weighted pause, during which he watched the general's cheeks grow pink. “She is still...not herself?”
“Yes, General,” he replied, straightening his spine and tucking his hands behind his back in the formal posture of parade-rest. “It...the spirit is still inside of her, though we have been able to keep her, er...comfortable. I would like to return with some food,” he continued, hoping to ease some of the awkward feeling with mundane details. “Have you any supplies you can spare? If not, we have some on our ship.”
Some of the flushing faded from her pale cheeks, and General Tallis seemed relieved to have something else to discuss. She told him where the food was kept and he saluted once before stepping out into the sunlight and proceeding back down the stairs.
The makeshift cantina that was located in one of the central structures about a hundred and fifty yards from the building where he'd left Kalinda; presently, there were only three Corps members eating at the row of tables, though the food set out along a hot-bar along the wall was fresh and steaming. Nodding to the Corps folks, he proceeded to gather a selection of food: a bowl of thick stew, some assorted local fruit, several biscuits and two packages of chocolate pudding – standard fare, minus the fruit – which gave him a sense of normalcy that had been absent the last day or so.
As he made his choices, he could hear the Corps members whispering among themselves, glancing in his direction. Let them talk, he thought as he left. None of them will ever be half as lucky as I have been.
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