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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 Eight
Kalinda was still asleep when he returned; her face relaxed, her lips slightly parted with her dark hair fanned out across the pillow. Deciding to let her rest for as long as possible, he set the food down on one of the crates on the far end of the room, selecting a round, purplish fruit for himself. Though he didn't know its name, it was cool and sweet, and the juice trickled down his arm as he bit through the soft skin. There was a large pod in the center, which he ate around before flicking it out the door, wiping up the sticky syrup with one of their still-damp towels from earlier.
Suddenly, he heard her speak, though it was clearly the product of a dream, as she was still somnolent. He couldn't make out what she was saying so he moved closer, crouching beside her on the pallet.
“Ben...” she whispered, her chest rising and falling with several sharp intakes of breath. “Ben...” Her body turned towards him, but her hand seemed to reach for something he could not see.
Ben. It sounded a little familiar, but he couldn't place the name. However, he knew her well enough now to recognize the signs of arousal in the dark-haired woman, so he figured that she was dreaming about a lover, past or present.
Aside from being the most beautiful woman in the galaxy – as far as he was concerned – Kalinda had been alive much longer than himself, and he doubted that she had learned what she'd taught him from the instructors at the Jedi Temple. It made sense that she'd had other lovers, and Stonewall knew that it was silly of him to feel a prick of jealousy, but there it was. However, there was nothing he could do about it, so he tried to ignore the feeling and let it pass.
As he watched her, he saw that she was starting to writhe, her hands still grasping at some unseen target. After a moment he lay down beside her; when he put his arm around her waist, he felt her hands stop their searching as she embraced him with a sigh. They remained so for several minutes until she awoke, her eyes opening to reveal a strong glow, and he felt himself hardening in anticipation.
Still drowsy, she smiled at him. “Hi.”
“Hello.” He ran a hand down her side, caressing the swell of her hip. “Did you sleep well?”
A yawn widened her mouth, but her eyes were alert as she regarded him. “Sort of, though I had some interesting dreams. What about you?”
“I slept like a rock,” he admitted before he gestured to the corner of the room. “I brought some food. It's not much beyond rations, but it's filling.”
“You didn't take care of...things on your own, did you?”
He smiled at her concerned tone, and shook his head even as he felt his shaft growing more swollen with her eyes on him. “Nope.”
The glow in her eyes was growing more intense by the moment, her breathing was starting to become labored. “I want to make it up to you,” she whispered. “Stonewall...kiss me.”
He did. Stars and galaxies, it felt so good to kiss her. They sat up and he maneuvered her into his lap, letting her feel how hard she made him; moments later they had removed his tunic and trousers – she herself had slept nude – and she was impaling herself on him as she groaned his name. Her body rocked against his as he pulled her as close as he could, kissing her lips, her neck, her collarbone until he felt her entire body trembling with the impending orgasm.
Suddenly he felt something touch him; it was no physical touch, like the press of her hand or her mouth, but he knew without a doubt that she was its source. The sensation was like nothing he'd ever experienced. He was filled with a strange sense of energy running through his veins, caressing him within and without his body, and filling him with a heightened sense of pleasure. At once he was sent to the brink as well, and they peaked together, staring into each others' eyes.
After a few moments, when their breathing steadied, he felt her body go limp in his arms as she pressed her lips against his shoulder, smiling.
“So can we eat now or what?”

After their meal, Kalinda excused herself to the 'fresher, though he could see that the glow was already returning to her eyes. While he cleaned up from their meal, there was a hesitant rap on the door, followed by General Tallis' tentative call. “Master Halcyon? Captain? I've gotten word for Coruscant at last. May I...er...would you please come out?”
Quickly throwing on his clothes, Stonewall took the remainder of the food and stepped outside, squinting in the light. The red-haired Jedi was standing a few meters away from the cabin, an apprehensive look on her face as she watched him exit. “General Halcyon will be out in a moment,” he explained. “I'll just run this back to the cantina.”
The younger Jedi shook her head. “Stay for a moment, please. You have a right to hear this, too.” They stood together for a few moments, saying nothing until Kalinda appeared in the doorway, dressed in her simple tunic and leggings.
“You have news, Honi?”
“Master Nu found an account of a similar encounter, centuries ago,” Tallis began, her voice taking on a lilting tone as she spoke. “A human Jedi named Chi'em Duran was on Mundali moon and came across an entity with much the same story as the one that we encountered. However, it was only Duran and his Padawan, Lior – an Ithorian.”
Here, she paused, as if considering how best to phrase the words. “According to Master Nu, Duran experienced similar, er...symptoms as you, Master, though they were of a more violent and less intimate nature. I assume the spirit that inhabited him was different than yours, as he described intense feelings of rage and anger coupled with the urge to commit great harm; by his account, the feeling was overwhelming. Naturally, he tried not to...act on the impulses that the spirit elicited.”
Kalinda raised her eyebrows. “What happened to him?”
“Master Duran's account ended and his Padawan – who was only a child by Ithorian standards – took over, so much of the technical nature of the incident is obfuscated,” General Tallis added, her hands clasped before her. “However, we do know that they managed to make it to the sacred grove, eventually. But by that time, Master Duran was so overtaken by the spirit, he was unable to even walk to the area; Lior had to drag him.”
She shuddered visibly as she continued. “He stated that his master appeared to be in great pain, and that once they reached the sacred place, the pain seemed to grow – exponentially. The spirit, it seems, refused to leave Duran's body until the Jedi came to the conclusion that the only way to free himself was to end his own life.”
As she spoke, Tallis' gaze fixed on Kalinda, who had paled at her words. Stonewall found that he'd grown still as well; looking down, he was startled to see the tray in his hands, as he'd forgotten he'd been holding it. “Duran was determined; he ordered Lior back to the ship, with instructions to make for the nearest base with all due haste as he prepared.
“But Lior stayed,” Tallis added, her expression softening. “He refused to leave his master's side, though he was too young to understand exactly what was happening. Again, we are not sure exactly what happened, but it seems that Lior managed to convince his master to try and meditate – though that had not proven effective earlier – but once they focused their energy it seemed that they were able to force most of the spirit out.”
“Most of it?” Stonewall asked, feeling alarm course through him. “What does that mean?”
“Duran claimed to still feel the effects of the possession, even after it had ended,” General Tallis explained. “It became increasingly difficult for him to remain calm and composed, as a Jedi must. After a few months, he declared himself unfit for duty any longer, so they reassigned Lior to another Jedi and Duran left the Order. Nothing is known of what became of him and the matter was largely forgotten until now.”
She shook her head and looked at Kalinda, who had grown very still. “But we are two Jedi Knights, Master,” she added in a steady voice. “I think we can do what they could not. I think we can save you.”
The dark-haired woman nodded slowly and her gaze was distant; Stonewall noticed that the glow was starting to return to her eyes, again. It seemed to be recurring with more frequency than before, and he wondered what such a thing signified.
“How far away is the sacred site?” Kali asked after a moment.
“Twelve leagues due east,” Tallis replied. “The jungle is thick – I'm not comfortable trying to land your craft – but we have several speeder bikes that could take us there within half an hour.”
Kalinda nodded again, inhaling deeply. “It's worth a shot, to be sure. Give me an hour to prepare; the three of us will go together.”
“Surely you and I will be able to handle it, Master,” the red-haired Jedi replied with a frown.
“I'm certain of nothing right now,” Kalinda said. Stonewall noted that her hands were beginning to tremble, and that she had crossed her arms in front of her as if to hide the fact. “Actually, do you have enough speeders to accommodate the Corps members? They have basic Force training that might come in handy. Depending on how many you have, gather the strongest in the Force to help us. Stone and I will meet you in an hour.”
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