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"Fancy finding you here, Jedi." Ventress' low purr held a predatory edge that might once have been intimidating, when Ahsoka was younger.

Now it was just interesting.

"I thought you were dead," she murmured evenly, choosing to forgo pretending like she was surprised to find the Dathomiri alive and well in the sordid underworld of Ord Mantell.

"Oh?" The other woman moved around her like a cat, the hand clenched in the back of Ahsoka's cloak loosening slightly as she came around to face her. "You don't seem very disappointed."

"Maybe I'm not," she shrugged, meeting the woman's pale eyes evenly. "A lot of people I used to know are dead. Or worse," she sighed. "A familiar face is… comforting. Even if it is you."

She held herself steady, limbs loose but not quite reaching for the sabers tucked under the billowing fabric of her gray cloak, her mind cleared and open to the Force, but not defensive. Ventress had never seemed to want to end her life no matter how bitterly they battled, and that fighting had been over and done with for a long time, the causes they were both once enslaved to crumbled to dust.

She had no illusions that Asajj Ventress had turned toward the Light, but neither could she sense the madness of a true cascade into the Dark side. Her old enemy was too clever for that sort of fervor - as it happened, they were much the same in that way.

Eventually, a seductive smile curved the other woman's sharp lips and she let go of Ahsoka's cloak to put both hands on her hips, in clear view and several inches from her own weapon. Her pose was relaxed, but there was a strange, excited shimmer in her eyes as they traveled over her face. One deft white hand lifted, flicking the hood of the cloak all the way back and exposing the long blue-and-white lekku dangling down from angled montrals on top of her head.

"You've grown up," she commented approvingly, pointedly, in a way that made Ahsoka's face grow warm. It was not a sensation she was accustomed to feeling. "Let me buy you a drink."

Ahsoka hesitated. A large part of her wanted to, was aware of the implications and fully prepared to see how far the night would take them, but she had to be cautious, here. Because of what she had been, and what she was, her visage was well-known in the bigger cities of the Mid-Rim, and the business she had on Ord Mantell was delicate. 

Shaking her head, she pulled the cloak back up to hide the tell-tale sight of her montrals and licked her lips. "I can't be seen."

"I've got a good bottle of Corellian brandy back on my ship."

Ahsoka raised an eyebrow. It was a far more generous and trusting offer than she'd expected from someone she'd crossed blades with so viciously. 

"If I can't trust you, Jedi, who can I trust?" She laughed softly, smirking at Ahsoka's surprise. "Come on, it's this way."

Without hesitation, she followed. Maybe they were both being a little too generous with their trust, but Ahsoka's life was painfully lonely, and she couldn't imagine Ventress had it much better. Come to think of it, her looks were almost as distinctive, and the Emperor's Inquisitors were not particularly discriminate when hunting Force users.

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"Ahsoka, tell me," voice rough with intoxication and need, Ventress knelt forward from where she was sitting, across from Ahsoka on the floor of her ship's tiny cargo hold. A foot closer and she'd be in Ahsoka's lap. "Would I be the first?"

Swallowing, she carefully set down the scratched tin cup in her hands, though it was empty of the flavorful brandy. The taste of it was heavy on her tongue and the feel of it clouded her mind, softening the edges of the world, not quite enough to make her regret herself. 

"Does it matter?" She edged around the question with another question, but Ventress' eyes, like deep Pantoran ice, pinned her so well the Dathomiri may as well have been using the Force.

"Just answer me," she growled, completely unforgiving of Ahsoka's attempts to avoid the brutal honesty of her existence. She considered lying, and laughed at her own idiocy, as if there was any way the other woman wouldn't sense a lie in the Force. With someone else - Obi-Wan or Kanan or Rex - she might have tried it. 

Somehow Asajj Ventress knew her better than her closest friends. She wondered what Obi-Wan would make of that, if she told him, and then realized there was no way she could tell the old Jedi about any of this. Or Rex. It felt strange knowing that they wouldn't understand, not just because they believed she followed the Jedi Code through-and-through, but also because they were men, and a brief flare of bitter grief made her close her eyes. Padmé would have understood.

"Yes," she said finally, opening her eyes to see if that changed anything. Ventress' face was tilted in thought, her expression both intrigued and surprised. "You know I was a Jedi, once," Ahsoka shrugged. "And then… I was on the run, I didn't have time to think about things. Does it matter? "

"It matters," Ventress smiled. "But not the way you think."

And then she crawled closer and kissed her, and Ahsoka's world spun sideways.

There was nothing gentle about it, but it was slow, with a shocking tenderness - a firm press of lips, warm and soft, moving purposefully over hers, coaxing out a reaction. Parting her mouth was instinctive, the rush of arousal coursed through her like lightning, and the noise she made when Ventress' tongue darted out was painfully needy. Ahsoka felt her hands come up, almost of their own accord, molding themselves around the other woman's face as she curled closer, inviting more.

"Oh, sweetheart," that familiar growl sent shivers down her spine in an entirely different way now. She felt like a wide-eyed Padawan seeing a kyber crystal for the first time, staring into Ventress' heated gaze. "I'm going to take you apart."

Ahsoka shuddered, and a little noise of interest escaped her tight control, bringing heat to her cheeks and making her stripes flush dark indigo. Long fingers stroked down her lekku, Ventress's touch both gentle and exploratory. 

"I've always wondered what these feel like," she murmured. Her lips curved upwards in a delighted smile. "So smooth."

"Thank you?" Ahsoka laughed, and it felt good, her own smile answering Ventress's. 

She caught the Dathomiri's eyes and held them as she laid her hand atop the one so softly stroking her. It felt undeniably good to have another person's hands on her, and while the lekku weren't exceptionally sensitive, there were places higher up, close around her face and underneath, where they lay against her neck, that felt better.

She dragged Ventress's hands up, showing her where to touch, encouraging more pressure, and then gasped in pleasure as those clever, long fingers continued to pet and caress, while the other hand slipped behind her head and closed around the base of the lekku there. Ventress hummed, lifting her head from studying the changing color of her flesh to reclaim Ahsoka's mouth, and Ahsoka welcomed it greedily.

She raised her own hand to scrape her fingernails through short white hair and grip the soft strands as best she could, using her other hand to clutch Ventress's shoulder, pulling her impossibly closer, until she chuckled and climbed fully into Ahsoka's lap.

"My, you're very eager, little Jedi," she murmured, drawing back to peer down at Ahsoka with hooded eyes. "Let me touch you," she suggested persuasively, trailing a hand down the clasps of her tunic to make her meaning clear. "I'll make you feel so good."

"Yes." 

Ahsoka scrambled to undress, fumbling with the clasps and sash that held her over garments together. She wriggled out of the dark cloth, leaving only her breast band, and Ventress wasted no time applying her hot mouth to the bare skin of her shoulders and neck. Warm kisses covered both sides of her neck, and then a hint of teeth at her collar bones made her whine and lift her body into it, wordlessly begging for more.

Nothing in her life had prepared her for the feeling of heat and bliss that was Ventress's mouth. She found herself shockingly willing to forgo dignity and caution, in the wake of such unexpected pleasure. Before she realized what she was doing, she had started to unveil her breasts as well, longing for the feeling of that heat there as well.

Ventress chuckled. "And here I thought I would have to seduce you slowly," she teased.

"Isn't that what you were doing every time we fought?" Ahsoka countered, earning her the ghost of a smirk before the other woman became distracted by the sight of her chest. 

"Oh, darling… You are lovely aren't you?"

She slid back dropping her face to nuzzle gently between Ahsoka's breasts, her hands firmly taking hold of them and kneading - carefully - lifting and letting the weight fall into her palms. Ahsoka struggled to breathe above her, nearly forgetting to entirely when Ventress closed her lips around one dusty purple nipple. 

"Oh!" 

She moaned, hands scrabbling to cup the other woman's head, carding her fingers through soft hair and clutching at her just to have something to hold on to. It felt almost too good, better than her own hands or fingers had ever felt, and she just didn't know what to do with herself. She felt like she should be giving something back, touching Ventress in return, but all she could do was stroke her hair and moan. Which seemed to be enough for her - arousal and lust filled the Force around them, and there was a dark edge to some of it, a driving need for possession that she knew didn't come from her.

She wasn't sure she was comfortable with knowing that Ventress felt so… jealously… about her, but it did have a certain appeal. And there was almost a fondness there, underneath it, a desire to protect that Ahsoka found endearing. She made a rather embarrassingly high-pitched sound as Ventress's kisses made their way down to her navel, tongue flicking inside before she moved even further down, her hands teasing Ahsoka's belt.

"Ventress! I don't… I don't know if…"

"Shhh, it's alright sweetheart. We can stop any time," she reassured, looking up to meet Ahsoka's wide eyes. "But I promise, kitten, I just want to make you feel good."

"Please… don't stop," she shook her head. 

She unfastened the belt herself, slapping Ventress's hands away because the mechanism could be tricky, then lifted her hips and let the rest of her body be bared, shivering in the cool air of the ship. The ground beneath her was cold, and she was suddenly very aware that the situation was unfairly one-sided. Ventress knelt at her side, her hands almost absently petting Ahsoka's hips as her eyes roved appreciatively.

"Well, aren't you gorgeous," she praised softly, finally making eye contact with an intensity that made Ahsoka blush again, as if her lekku weren't already deep indigo from top to tip.

"And you're overdressed," she said in a challenging tone.

"Touché, little one." 

Without taking her gaze off of Ahsoka, she climbed gracefully to her feet and began to free herself from her own clothing - first the black half-cape that hid her shoulders, then the dark gray wrapping underneath it, the only pieces of clothing she wore on her upper body. They dropped to the floor with a flutter, but Ahsoka's attention was riveted on the soft swell of her breasts, small and pert and perfectly-sized to fit in her hands. Her tongue twitched in her mouth, longing to taste them. Leggings and undergarments followed the rest of her clothes, and Ventress prowled around to stand at Ahsoka's feet, as confident in her nudity as she was fully-dressed with lightsabers in hand.

"Like what you see?" She smirked as Ahsoka licked her lips. Like was a bit of an understatement. 

It wasn't as if she'd never imagined this, they'd been up close and personal so many times and even as a Jedi, she had still been a normal teenager with all of the usual hormones and instincts. Just because she'd never involved anyone else didn't mean she hadn't used her own hands and fingers to bring herself release once in a while, especially after the heightened sensation and adrenaline of battle. If she occasionally considered what would happen if she overpowered her opponent, knocking her weapons from her hands and pinning her arms under her knees, well. It wasn't as if she was actually going to leave the Jedi and run straight to Asajj Ventress's arms.

But those half-remembered, fevered imaginings were nothing like the real thing. Ventress was built like her, lithe and compact, long-limbed with a smattering of small scars across her shoulders and one hip, the badges of a warrior. Her pale violet skin contrasted sharply against Ahsoka's orange-bronze, and she watched with fascination as the other woman kicked her feet apart and knelt between them, calloused hands sliding up the bare flesh of her calves and knees, pausing just far enough up her thighs to be wholly indecent.

"You're beautiful, kitten. Let me see you," she purred, gently squeezing and waiting for Ahsoka to shyly part her thighs a few inches wider. 

She trembled, fighting the instinct to immediately close them and gather her clothes about her, and was unabashedly grateful when Ventress gave her time to collect herself. She wasn't a Jedi anymore, and this wasn't her enemy. They were just two warriors tossed aside by their respective sides, alone and untethered to any obligations or vows but their own whims. (Well, Ahsoka had the Rebellion, but nobody was asking her to be chaste in the fight against the Empire).

"Sorry. I've never…" She shook her head and bit her lip. What did Ventress think of her being untouched, so long separated from the Jedi and still maintaining their ways? It was only for her own comfort, really. The idea of letting someone into her heart, into her body, even for a brief moment of connection, it just seemed like too much. But Ventress was not a stranger, if anything, she was one of the few people in the entire galaxy whose experiences paralleled Ahsoka's in a multitude of ways, and even the leftover animosity between them felt familiar, safe.

"I know, sweetheart. I know." She paused with her hands poised on the insides of her thighs, thumbs gently but firmly guiding her apart. "I'll walk you through it, I promise."

With a deep breath, she let her legs fall wide, relaxing as much as she could, and was rewarded with a surge of pleasure and affection in the Force around them. She could feel the violet-red warmth of Ventress's signature flowing over her, surrounding her like a blanket, soothing and protective. Tentatively, she reached back, guiding her own energy to brush against it, two predators with teeth and claws sheathed, rubbing muzzles in greeting.

"Hmm," Ventress nummed, and her gaze darkened as she took Ahsoka in, lust filtering through around the edges of her Force presence. She slid her thumbs down, and Ahsoka bit off a cry of surprise as they pulled her open, one rubbing delicately just deep enough to gather her moisture.

She felt like she would melt into a mindless puddle of heat and desire when Ventress lifted the wet thumb to her mouth and sucked the taste off of it like it was the finest brandy. Her pale eyes fluttered closed in pleasure and she moaned softly around the muffling digit.

"Fuck," Ahsoka heard herself mutter, eyes abruptly going wide at the way the vulgarity just slipped out. She tried to cover her mouth with both hands, but Ventress swatted them back, lips curved in a predatory smile.

"No, no. Talk to me, darling, I want to hear it."

"I don't think I've ever said that out loud," she laughed softly.

"Oh, my dear, you are precious . May I taste you, please?" Gentle hands held her waist, those wicked thumbs rubbing little circles into her hips as Ventress watched her, waiting patiently for an answer. Shyly, Ahsoka nodded. "Words, please, I want loud and enthusiastic consent."

"Yes, yes!" She hissed, wriggling her body and spreading her thighs wider, hands gripping Ventress's wrists in an affirming squeeze. "Please!"

"Better."

When her tongue touched there, right at the center of her sex where pale thumbs returned to hold her apart, Ahsoka nearly screamed. It was too much and not enough, and she didn't know if she could handle anything more. Her body moved of its own volition, hips jerking upwards and thighs closing before she could stop it, though she quickly reined herself in and attempted to lie still.

"Sorry, I - oh! - that - that -" She didn't have the words for it, if she could even get words to form on her tongue at that particular moment, when her brain surged and stuttered like its power source was failing. It felt wonderful, the soft wet heat enveloping her. And then Ventress's tongue started to move and she really couldn't think.

Very quickly, Ahsoka felt herself coming apart. Slow, teasing licks picked up speed in time with her cries, and she couldn't have kept silent now if her life depended on it, she could barely keep her body still. It wanted to move, wanted to lift and thrust against that clever tongue and hot mouth, and she contented herself with little, short rolls of her hips, winding her fingers in soft white hair, not to pull but just to orient herself, to hold onto something.

"Yes, darling, that's it. Scream for me," Ventress encouraged in her low, sinful rumble. "Can I put my fingers inside you?"

"Oh," Ahsoka's head rolled against the floor, montrals scraping the wall behind her, and she struggled to open her eyes, to see the other woman watching her, looking so lovely and wild with her hair ruined by Ahsoka's hands. "Yes," she decided after a moment's hesitation. "Yes - I want - I want that -"

She really, really did, even though she had to lift her head to see it happen and shuddered with some trepidation at the sight of Ventress sucking her pale fingers in her mouth, wetting them before she dropped her hand back down and felt gently between Ahsoka's thighs. It wasn't necessary, she was so wet it was almost embarrassing, but she appreciated the way the slick fingers pressed inside her so easily, slender, but long, and far deeper than she'd ever managed with her own hands.

She couldn't stop herself from rolling her body downwards, squeezing them even as Ventress pumped them in and out, a slow rhythm that was almost tortuous. Her expression was avid and yet indescribably soft as she watched her own fingers disappear inside of Ahsoka's body, and another wave of lust and need rose between them in the Force. She wasn't sure what Ventress herself needed or wanted from her, but Ahsoka wanted to give it to her, wanted her to take it, whatever it was.

There was that fierce possessiveness again, peculiarly coupled with affection. Give yourself to me and I'll take such good care of you , it promised. Yes, Ahsoka answered it, pressing her own presence, her own wonderful feelings and sensations back, I'm yours, I'm yours, please.

Out loud, she said: "Faster, harder, please!"

"Good girl," Ventress smirked, and then she lowered her mouth back down to add her tongue to the symphony of things that were driving Ahsoka quite mad. "Come for me, now."

As if that was ever in doubt. Between her tongue and her fingers, three of them pressed so deep she felt owned, as if Ventress were laying a permanent, physical claim inside her body, Ahsoka felt herself begin to rise, a wave of heated bliss that poured over her in torrents, like a rainstorm.

And then she fell and fell and fell . Each time it seemed she had reached the bottom of the well, Ventress's fingers would move, drawing her deeper, prolonging the waves of ecstasy until she was drained completely. Boneless and weightless, she drifted, unable to gather the energy to do so much as open her eyes for what seemed like hours.

A throaty chuckle finally reached her, resonating against the side of her head, low enough for the rumble to echo pleasantly through the thick keratin structure of her montrals. She turned and blinked impatiently, willing her eyes to focus.

"There you are, kitten."

Ahsoka reached out a hand and tentatively cupped the side of Ventress's face, smiling warmly. "Can I kiss you?"

"Of course -"

The taste of herself on the other woman's lips and tongue made her moan, and she didn't stop until she licked and sucked it all off, leaving only Ventress's own, uniquely sweet taste and the faint bite of the Corellian brandy. And still, she didn't want to stop, but they had to breathe, so she moved her mouth down to taste the pale lavender flesh of her jaw and neck instead.

"Mmm, sweetheart, you're playing with fire."

"What, I can't want to do the same for you?" Ventress’s eyes widened as she pulled away, something like surprise flickering there before it was replaced with another of her predatory smirks.

“Oh, little Jedi. You have no idea how much your eagerness thrills me,” she ran a hand from the upper curve of one montral all the way down to the tip of the lekku, blinking avidly when Ahsoka shuddered. “You’re such a responsive little thing.”

“I can’t help it, togruta have… well-honed instincts,” she made herself focus with effort.

“Mmm. You’re like a loth-cat,” Ventress chuckled.

Ahsoka went back to applying her mouth, varying between confident kisses and hesitant licks, until she felt the Dathomiri actually writhe beneath her assault, those hands she was beginning to adore coming up to stroke the lekku at the back of her neck. “You don’t need to be gentle, kitten. Let me feel your teeth.”

Ahsoka hummed, moving her lips from Ventress’s slender neck to lick and suck at the tender skin above her collar bones, carefully nibbling. Her teeth, as a strict carnivore, were pointed and sharp, and she didn’t want to draw blood on accident. But the other woman groaned at the slightest hint of fangs, hands pressed to the back of her head as she lifted herself into it invitingly.

“Yesss… More, give me more…”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Ahsoka drew back to peer worriedly at Ventress’s soft, scoffing laugh. “Well, I don’t .”

“Maybe I want you to. Maybe I want to feel your sharp little fangs in me,” she said, eyes glinting intently. “Leave marks, sweetheart.”

Ahsoka blinked down at the exquisite, pale skin laid out before her and felt something rise inside of her, something deep and feral, the instincts of her predatory ancestors unearthed from the layers and layers of mental training and control the Jedi had laid over them. 

Ventress smiled. “Yes. Good girl.”

She dug her nails into soft flesh and received the lovely sound of Ventress’s cries of pleasure in response, lowered her head and broke skin, licked at the results. The Dathomiri moaned and lifted her body into it, hands on Ahsoka’s head and neck guiding her to where she wanted to feel her teeth most, panting out endearments as she lapped and sucked at those soft, silky breasts and crushed the weight of them in her hands. Every touch that Ahsoka thought would bring pain seemed to thrill her partner, and Ventress was wild with it, back arched and mouth open, constantly encouraging and demanding more, more .

Her resolve crumbled - she pounced on top of her and they rolled, groaning and growling like wild beasts, until Ahsoka was pinned beneath Ventress’s knees in much the same way she had held the other woman in her fantasies.

“Do you know what to do, kitten?”

“I’m sure you’ll tell me if you don’t like it.” They tossed the words back and forth like jabs, and Ventress smiled, slow and proud.

“I will.” She lowered herself carefully, thighs wide to accommodate the width of Ahsoka’s montrals, the view looking up absolutely mesmerizing. Ventress had her head thrown back and her eyes closed, with her own hands harshly fondling her breasts without shame. Wild and beautiful.

Ahsoka wanted to devour her, so she did. It wasn’t as difficult as she’d expected, and yet it was - focusing on the task wasn’t easy when she felt so mindlessly aroused, but she had been a Jedi. Her mind was well-organized, and it only seemed to increase Ventress’s pleasure when she released some of her feelings into the Force.

She didn’t taste much different than what Ahsoka had sampled from her own fingers, maybe a little warmer, less sharp, but it was Ventress and she had her mouth on her, and oh, that made it the most wonderful thing she’d ever had on her tongue. With her mind firmly anchored in Jedi serenity, she could have done it almost indefinitely, the taste and scent of the other woman surrounding her and the slow-rising heat of her pleasure in the Force, like waves of sun-drenched water lapping at the edges of her consciousness. It was so slick and soft , she didn’t realize it would be that soft, and she wanted to explore all of her, drag her tongue over every curve and crevice, but she could feel Ventress’s urgency both in the force and in the sharp, rolling motions of her body.

Ahsoka lifted her hands to grip where she could, digging her nails into the meat of the wiry-muscled thighs around her face, and smiled to herself at the sharp, almost shrill gasps the pinpricks of pain elicited. 

“Fuck, yes, kitten, yes, oh… you always were a quick learner, weren’t you?”

“Mmm,” she agreed, and redoubled her efforts, because she didn’t want Ventress to be able to talk, didn’t want her to be able to even form words. She turned her head to breathe and felt soft skin beneath her lips that definitely needed her marks in it. Both of Ventress’s thighs were treated with equal abuse under her teeth, and she only returned to lap at her core when she was satisfied the other woman was beyond speaking. 

Somehow, she got her hands around to press her thumbs into the fresh teeth marks, and that - that sent her lover over the edge, she screamed and thrashed and Ahsoka held onto her through it, reducing her movements to gentle, slow laps as the sensation of Ventress’s pleasure began to ebb downwards in the Force around them. She waited until the thrashing and gasping stilled and Ventress slumped slightly over her to release the clutching grip on her thighs, and felt her body move with soft laughter.

“Oh, you’re just as perfect as I imagined,” Ventress told her, hand stroking the side of Ahsoka’s face, tracing the white markings on her cheek. “Perfect, sweetheart.”

“Good.” She shifted her shoulders, nudging insistently, and Ventress laughed again, but rolled away, flopping down on her back beside her on the hard floor of the ship. Ahsoka groaned out loud as she tentatively moved muscles held tense for too long. She wasn’t old, but she’d been through a war at fourteen, her body had taken quite a bit of abuse and it did not bounce back like it used to.

“This seems like a late question, but… Do you have some kind of bed or bunk on this thing?” She asked after a moment, slowly sitting up and rolling some of the stiffness out of her shoulders. The lekku down her back had gone numb, pressed up against her spine for so long. Her spine wasn’t too pleased about having it pressed there, either.

“Are you asking to stay the night, kitten?” Ventress asked in her low purr. She blinked glassy, sated eyes when Ahsoka turned to look at her, after discretely wiping her mouth with the back of her wrist.

She shrugged, then nodded. “If… that’s an option. I’m sorry if I assumed…”

“Oh, assume away,” she sighed, unmoving except to gesture with her hand. “Feel free to use the ‘fresher if you wish. I’m sure you can find it. There’s only one cabin, but I’m happy to share.”

“Are you?” Ahsoka stopped where she had been gathering her clothes, giving the Dathomiri a penetrative look. That peculiar, possessive affection crept back around her, and she closed her eyes briefly, allowing herself to really acknowledge it. In her own way, Ventress was just as private as she was, but she was consciously choosing to share this bit of emotion, to reveal herself to Ahsoka in the only way she knew how, because words were weapons to her, not to be trusted with things like honest feelings.

“With you, kitten? Yes. I’ll share.”

“You do know my name,” Ahsoka said with scowl.

“I do. Ahsoka.” She smirked. “Would you like to stay with me, Ahsoka?”

“I might. For now.” She paused as she stepped over the other woman’s prone form, letting her eyes graze over the beauty carelessly on display. “Asajj.”

“Say it again.”

Ahsoka smiled. “I will one day, sweetheart.”