A Stolen Moment

She knew she shouldn’t be doing this. There were a million reasons why, besides the glaringly obvious. But Sera’s lips were so soft.

Sera’s mouth glided over her own, her breath caressing Bastila’s skin with its warmth. It was odd. Such a simple motion, the meeting of lips, shouldn’t affect a person so. When you got down to it, it made no rational sense that her nerve endings should feel as though they had been made anew. Particularly for one who had trained her entire life to master her body and senses.

She pulled Sera closer, delighting in the feel of them next to each other. The motion knocked them into the rickety metal frame of the supply closet shelf. Bastila felt Sera reach out to stop something from falling, her hand smoothly returning to Bastila’s waist as if it had never left. Bastila sighed contentedly into Sera’s mouth. Her body tingled all the way down to her toes. The guilt she knew would come, as surely as the galaxy turned it would come, felt a pale and insubstantial thing next to the sparkling pleasure filling her senses.

It was fine. When she herself was a Master and many eager Padawans hung on her every word, she would be ready, more ready than her own Masters had been, to guide their tender minds around the many pitfalls of the world of pleasure. From a certain perspective, one which some might argue with, admittedly, it was practically a service to the Order to bring such valuable experience and knowledge back into the fold. That was it. Definitely.

Did Sera use some kind of lip balm to get her lips so soft? Bastila hadn’t noticed her using any in the women’s dorm, although she tried not to stare. She flicked an inquisitive tongue over Sera’s bottom lip. She couldn’t taste anything, save the sweetness of her kiss. She felt Sera smile against her lips and add a playful flick of her own. Bastila melted. It was moments such as this that she understood what drove sentients to the stimpipe, chasing the intoxicating heights that the body’s limbic system had to offer. In fact, if she were honest, she might never want this feeling to end.

Sera’s lips pulled away. Bastila followed with a whimper that was not entirely dignified. A gentle finger stopped her. Voices rang down the hallway, not centimetres from where they stood. Bastila watched Sera, illuminated by the thin crack of the supply closet door, as they passed, the expressive line of her brows, her dark, playful eyes, the fullness of her mouth.

“Okay,” Sera said, for her ears alone. “Gimme a count to ten, then follow after.”

She pressed a kiss to Bastila’s mouth. Bastila caught her by the collar as she turned to go. She ran a thumb over Sera’s lips, wiping away the traces of her lipstick. Sera’s eyes widened. Then she kissed the hollow of Bastila’s palm and slipped through the door, straightening her jacket as she disappeared.

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I meant to put this up a while ago, but the power went out and then work got really busy and I'm only getting to it now. I have been working on my main story, but that has suffered even more from me having no time.