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The T-6 was speeding through hyperspace, bright blue flashes and dim emergency lights seeming to provide the only illumination to the cozy corridors. But the shuttle’s few inhabitants didn’t seem to mind. There was only one droid powered down near a storage locker and two warm bodies in the bunk room. Sabine and Ahsoka usually slept in their own bunks, but tonight was different. The two had spent almost the whole day training. They moved from deflecting blaster bolts, to lightsaber forms, ultimately ending up sparring.
After one particularly frustrating duel, Ahsoka called it for they day, instructing Huyang to go rest or to, “do whatever he does,” and led her padawan to their bunks with no intention to sleep.
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Sabine lets out a cry, high and sharp, one that Ahsoka had never really heard from her padawan before. She had heard all sorts of noises come from the unruly Mandalorian in times of battle, training, and training, but none quite as high-pitched as this one, none with such an undertone of fervor. It cuts through her mind, hazy and clouded with lust, as efficiently as a well-placed strike of a lightsaber, and she pulls back, startled.
The togruta exhales a breath she didn’t know she was holding, her fear mixed with want sending her mind into overdrive, causing her to carefully extract her hands from their positions on her padawan’s body. She tries to move away from Sabine, but a hand on her shoulder stops her.
Sabine is still panting, her face tangled in a strange expression as if she was trying to work something out in her mind, her cheeks and neck so flushed it was visible in the dim bunk.
“Are you alright? Did I hurt you?” asks the togruta weakly, moving to tip her padawan’s head to the side, exposing her neck. Her eyes widen with alarm when she sees the damage on Sabine’s neck. Her skin isn’t quite broken yet, but her skin looks bright red and swollen, and worst of all, there are sharp teeth marks on her beautiful padawan’s skin.
The sight makes Ahsoka both uneasy and filled with a sense of need, as the togruta guessed that she had gotten a bit too carried away. “Kriff, Sabine, I’m so sorry,” she adds, but its not enough to cover the boundary she likely overstepped. Sabine’s silence didn’t aid the togruta’s growing worry, she couldn’t believe that she get herself go something so rough, something so animalistic, to her beloved padawan.
After what seems like an eternity but was likely no more than a few moments, Ahsoka blurted out, “I’ll stop”
She tried to get away from her padawan, hoping that maybe they could go to sleep in their own beds and forget this transgression ever happened by the morning. But then Sabine’s legs are wrapped around her midsection, causing her to topple back onto her padawan’s skin, tacky from sweat.
“Don’t stop,” Sabine manages to get out, voice so quiet it comes out as a whisper, her eyes flicking between meeting her master’s gaze and her lips, slightly parted, showing off her sharper-than-average teeth. Ahsoka starts to feel an increased pressure on her back, almost as if the force is willing her back down. She finally catches her padawan’s lips in a hungry kiss. Sabine tasted sweet and spicy, like someone had made the best mistake of their life, accidentally putting the wrong kind of cinnamon into a berry tart, but it turned out to taste even better than before. Ahsoka’s tongue ran across her padawan’s lips, the feeling and flavor addicting.
The two warriors break apart for a short moment, the padawan running her hands up and down her master’s sides and back, earning a shiver in return. “Touch me,” she whispered.
Not wanting to move her arms from their positions bracketing her padawan on the bunk’s mattress, Ahsoka sent a tendril down to replicate what her hands had been doing. But a look of frustration crosses Sabine’s face.
“Not that,” Sabine says, causing the force tendril to retreat, until she looks back up at her master. “well, yes that, but…” Sabine’s voice seemed to trail off.
“But what my padawan?” Asked Ahsoka, trying to meet Sabine’s gaze, until she caught her lips again, trying to draw out an answer. “What do you want?” Ahsoka uses the force to push back into Sabine’s core, earning a slight gasp.
“Bite me,” Sabine finally says, quick and desperate, words tripping over themselves as she moves her hands closer to the togruta’s lekku that are flushed a deeper blue from arousal. “Please ‘Soka, bite me again.”
“Oh,” is all Ahsoka can make out as she tries to keep up her pace with the force, mind reveling in the shock that Sabine liked what she did. She leans back down and experimentally mouths over the teeth marks she’d left on her padawan’s neck, giving them a small swipe from her tongue, earning a shudder. With renewed confidence, the togruta picks the pace back up, moving her mouth slightly to the side and biting down. Harder.
Sabine lets her head drop back into her pillow as Ahsoka drags her nails up and down her front, and cries out, same as before. Sabine bucks her hips into the force presence, and her master adjusts to ride her motion as best as possible. The togruta, still occupied with mouthing and nipping at her padawan’s exposed neck, startles for a moment when she feels two hands grasp her montrals, causing a flood of heat and want and need to crash over her whole body. She inadvertently begins to purr, mind preoccupied with her padawan’s neck, until she has an idea.
Ahsoka retracts the force from between her padawan’s legs, causing a slight whimper as the loss of contact, and instead uses it to pin Sabine’s hands above her head. After waiting a moment to make sure her padawan was comfortable with the new development, Ahsoka began to mouth and nip her way down her padawan’s body. She took her dear sweet time, giving special attention to Sabine’s two hardened nipples, earning a flurry of gasps and moans and “please ‘Soka”’s. Once she finally made it down to Sabine’s legs, she gave her inner thighs the same treatment as her neck, with small bites, nips of her teeth just weak enough to not draw blood.
Sabine could’ve come right there and then if it weren’t for her master’s sudden withdrawal. However, her absence didn’t last long as the togruta came back with force, kissing and stroking Sabine’s clit with her tongue, still purring from her padawan holding her montrals with such determination. The mix of vibration and movement made quick work of what was left of her padawan’s need as Sabine’s thighs tightened and clamped around her master's face, coming with a sob of pleasure.
Ahsoka continues at a slower pace, helping her padawan ride out all her aftershocks until Sabine releases her master’s head from its locked position.
Burying her face into the junction between her padawan’s shoulders and neck, Ahsoka brushed the tip of her nose against the bite marks from earlier. “I thought I hurt you,” she finally said against Sabine’s soft skin, now littered with developing bruises.
“You did,” Sabine rasped after what felt like an eternity, “But I enjoyed it.”
It was so worth it.
Ahsoka moved off the top of her padawan and settled off to the side, arm wrapped around her torso protectively, legs tangled together, hand drawing circles on Sabine’s side. “Did you feel anything padawan?”
Sabine looked confused at the question, “Of course I felt things,” she quipped.
“No, Sabine,” drawled Ahsoka, “The Force, did you feel it.”
“Oh,” Sabine flushed, embarrassed at not understanding her master’s question. “I guess I didn’t”
“Well, there is always next time,” responded the togruta.
Sabine wanted to let herself be excited by the possibility of a next time, but the activities of the day finally began to catch up to her, and she and her master drifted off to a peaceful sleep in each other’s arms.