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When Jango opened his eyes, he immediately decided to close them again.

Reason number 1: there was someone in his bed.

Reason number 2: he was pretty sure it was that sexy Jedi High Priest.

Reason number 3: he was naked, Jango was naked, theyhad probably had sex and... Jango was not sure he was actually still breathing.

He did not know how he was going to explain this to the Jedi. No, forget the Jedi, there was the step of explaining it to his buir first. Manda, he KNEW he was not going to be able to explain this to his buir.

"Kriffing Jetii..."

"You'd better not insult me after the evening we've spent together."

Jango blinked slowly, and when he opened his eyes again, a pair of bright, unimpressed blue eyes were staring back at him.

Oh.

"You're still alive."

"Until proven otherwise, a Jedi can't die from being well fucked," the other replied curtly before closing his eyes and pulling the sheets over his face. "Now go and close that damned shutter."

Dazed, Jango did as he was told and pinned up his cloak to seal off the places where the light was coming through the elaborate wooden shutters, which still let in a lot of light through their patterns. When he lay back down again, the handsome redhead had pulled the sheet off his head and was lying there on his back, languid and relaxed, the cloth at his hips just barely covering his private parts.

What a pity he could not remember last night, it had probably been a lovely night.

"What's the matter?"

"You're handsome."

The other man's open and slightly curious expression quickly changed to something more modest and, strangely, something more uncertain.

"What, nobody's ever told it to you?"

"A few people have said things like that, but... for a Jedi, it's not important to have a graceful physique, only our devotion and our-"

"Yeah, whatever. You're handsome."

The blush he had noticed deepened in the redhead's pale cheeks and Jango leaned towards him, shaking his head in amusement.

"You're hand-"

A hand pushed his face away.

"That's enough of that."

Jango chuckled as he dropped onto the mattress, enjoying this moment of relaxation and calm before having to get out and face the crowd again. He was happy with his helmet, he had worn it as much as possible yesterday and it had helped him feel in control, but just the idea of having to be among all those intriguing people without any real protection and with his face uncovered made him feel distressed.

He was not cut out for these environments, he was a warrior, combat was his life.

"What time is it?"

"I've no idea."

"Hmm... I hope nobody comes looking for me for a loooong time."

Jango smiled at the man who was stretching carefully and rolled onto his stomach, swallowing as the Jedi leaned on his elbows to grab something from the pile of his clothes on the floor right up against the bed.

With the daylight still streaming into the room, Jango could see every detail of his figure, the subtle lines of his muscles and even little dots all over his body.

"Don't tell me you want a second round," the redhead murmured, looking over his shoulder at Jango who had draped himself around him and was kissing his neck.

"Why not? Maybe it'll help me remember the first one a bit better," he teased, kissing every freckle he could see, licking and sucking the skin at random, smiling when the Jedi sighed at ease and made no move to stop him.

He reached down slowly but surely and pushed the sheet out of the way, admiring buttock that was truly indecent on a priest's body – although, now that he thought about it, he had seen other Jedi with very nice arses – before taking a bite.

"Hey!"

"Damnit, I really want to fuck you now that I'm sure I'd remember it," he admitted as he came up to rest his chin on his shoulder and look at him, wishing he could communicate his sincerity with his eyes.

"There's no time for it, Fett, we'll be expected at the receptions in-"

"There's always time, it's not as if we're the main characters of ceremonies and parties."

"It's called respect and punctuality, not that you're familiar with those concepts."

"I live in the moment and I enjoy it, not that you understand the concept."

"Force, you'd be surprised how much I've heard that."

"Heard, yes, but do you ever apply it even once in a while?"

The Jedi – Kenobi! He remembered now, he was pretty sure his name was Kenobi! – shook his head, straightened up and held out his hand, a levitating vial coming to rest on his outstretched hand.

"Okay, but now that I've got my sense of balance back, we do it my way."

"Uh?"

The next second Jango was turned over by something that looked more like a martial arts hold than anything else and lying on his back, a grinning man straddling his hips to crush his lips on his demandingly, a lubed hand finding his cock with no hesitation.

Bloody hell, he was playing his cards close to his chest.

"Yesterday you fucked me so hard," the Jedi whispered in his ear, rubbing his hips against his, the light friction of his cock against his making the Mandalorian impatient for more. "Today, I'm going to fuck myself on your cock, okay? I want to enjoy you, see your body, your face."

Jango might be the one to say that, the Mand'alor thought as the other finished getting ready and straightened up to take him in carefully and at his own unbearably slow pace on his cock.

As he had already noticed, even his body was attractive, and his hands lovingly sliding over his chest and belly only excited him more.

"I don't think I can keep my hands to myself," he teased.

"Hmm? Let me help you with that then."

The ginger-haired man bathed in light bent down, took his hands and placed them against the mattress and Jango felt the magic hold them together as the other stepped back and began to move.

Jango stood there, fascinated, stuck in the role of observer until he realised that he was not completely blocked.

Standing still was not like him.

When he went down again, Jango thrust his hips forward to meet him and chuckled at the Jedi's muffled exclamation before losing his smile too.

"Aren't you a good boy?"

"Ne'johaa!"

"Oh, yeah, that... you know, you're really hot when you speak your language. By the way, what does Riduur mean? Or Riduurok, I can't really remember the pronunciation."

It took a few seconds for Jango's brain to catch up because letting a priest – a wizard, really, he was basically a wizard with some mystical religious practices no matter what the Jedi said about themselves in public – bounce off your cock did not exactly go hand in hand with a semantics lesson on your native language.

"Why?"

"Because you insisted on making me repeat a sentence last night when we were finishing our business. After I did, you told me we were riduur."

"Riduure."

"I don't care, just tell me what it means, Mando."

Jango may have been extremely stupid at times but he was afraid he had still understand that.

"Was it ‘Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde’?"

"Yeah," the other one answered in a sound somewhere between a breathless gasp, a divine moan and a strangled scream.

Jango barely felt the priest convulse around his cock or his cum spurt onto his belly.

Oh shit.

Holy shit.

He had married him.

... How the fuck was he going to explain that?

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"What do you mean, we're sort of married?" Jedi Master "Call me Obi-Wan" Kenobi asked with a frown, finishing fastening his various layers of belt without taking his eyes off him. "Either we're married or we're not, there's no in-between."

"We are," Jango finally clarified, realising that his attempt to soften the announcement was useless. "The sentence we spoke yesterday was the marriage vow."

The Jedi frowned but otherwise remained very calm at this announcement, much more so than Jango had imagined.

"Okay, so we're married according to your cultural tradition."

"Yes, we are."

"And I suppose divorce isn't possible?"

"It is," Jango reassured him immediately, grimacing as he added the next part, which was the sensitive one. "After talking about it to our closest peers."

"What do you mean?"

"For a divorce to be valid, both parties must declare their wish not to continue their relationship in front of respective witnesses."

A noise made him look up at his unexpected riduur, who had facepalmed.

"Damn. I'm going to have to tell one of my people, that's what you're saying?"

"That's what I'm saying. Oh come on, it can't be any worse than me."

"Oh, you think so?" The other retorted caustically.

"My father will chew me up and spit me out alive."

"Your father," the redhead scoffed. "Your father is just one man, I'm the youngest High Councillor and therefore the baby of the group, this is going to be the second most awkward conversation of my entire life after my Master repeating sex education lectures to me in my teens."

Jango tried to imagine eleven equivalents of his buir and... yeah, right, that was worse.

"Is that going to be a problem for you?"

"What, marriage?"

"Marriage, sex, me."

"Not really, I mean... maybe a bit, but just because it's all three at once."

"Huh?"

"You have an ambiguous public position in relation to the Jedi, that's what's likely to worry them," Obi-Wan clarified. "As for the rest, well, everyone in the Order understands that you can find pleasure in the act as long as you don't let the passion of a lovemaking interfere with your judgement. As for marriage, well, I won't be the first to marry by accident."

"Wait a second, is this something that happens so often and is so well known that you treat it as a minor oops?"

The Jedi laughed softly and shrugged, as if to say "not my fault".

"Well... sort of? You never know what the local traditions are. My Master, for example, was inadvertently married five times in the course of his diplomatic career."

"Five times?"

"Not at the same time, well, not always. That said, it's hard to know that offering your hand to help a princess in a bulky dress up a flight of steps was a marriage proposal in her culture. And I'm not even talking about that time when drinking tea and complimenting it on its taste was an acceptance of a marriage proposal. Or that time someone knocked on his door and he opened shirtless, which was apparently an overture that was accepted when he accepted the offered cloak to cover himself. Anyway, all that to say, it can happen."

Jango did not really know how he felt when he heard that, but he knew he did not like it.

"Have you married people before?"

"No, you're the first."

"The only one."

"Well, that's what I said."

"No, you said "the first"."

That implied there would be others and Jango did not like that implication.

"What, jealous?"

"Mandalorian."

"You're cute," the redhead declared with a smirk.

"Shut up, I'm not cute."

"Liar," the Jedi declared, circling around him as he finished putting on his armour, his fingers slipping between the plates to caress the fabric and therefore his skin. "You know, there's no point lying to a Jedi if you're going to do it so badly, we can tell. You like to hear me tell you things."

Could he really not put his helmet on?

"Or maybe you like my voice."

There was that too. Why, of all his qualities, did he also have this? He had it all.

This man combined physical exemplarity with a pleasant voice and an attractive personality, it would be hard to find a better – and single – man for riduur.

... Did he really have to divorce?

No, he could not think like that.

"I'm ready, we can go."

"Who do we start with?"

"My father," Jango answered, aware that he definitely did not have the poker face needed to bluff his opponent.

He might be impenetrable to everyone, but not to him, Jaster Mereel would know at first sight that he was disturbed and he would come to get answers, so he might as well start with him.

"Okay, let's go then, otherwise Anakin will find me and you don't want him to find me in your room."

Anakin.

Who the hell was Anakin?

"Your lover?"

Okay, he was definitely jealous

"My Padawan," the other replied with a look of disgust. "My student, my brother, don't ever say that he's... ugh!"

"Fine. Why would he seek you out?"

"Because he's extremely protective, but enough about my Padawan, let's find your father and sort this out."

Jango winced: he had almost forgotten that he was going to have to tell his father.

He was already dead.

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"What do you mean, you're married?" Jaster Mereel, a retired former Mand'alor – but not really retired for all that really mattered – asked slowly, the confusion in his voice evident as a realisation Jango wished to avoid grew on his face. "Tell me you didn't-"

"It was an accident!" He tried to explain but the other man would not accept this very inadequate answer.

"Accident? You married a stranger and a space vodou sorcerer the day you met him?!"

"Buir, it wasn't on purpose, I was drunk, he was drunk-"

"I wasn't that drunk," his temporary spouse pointed out on the sidelines, "it's just that I thought it was a bit of a sexy phrase to get you in the mood."

Jango turned to the redhead because what?! He did not know about this part! The other man shrugged, unrepentant, as if to say "what difference would it have made if I'd told you?" and Jango had no argument against that.

"It wasn't planned."

"Good Manda, how could you be so-"

"Hey! Jaster, is something wrong?"

"Everything's fine Arl'ika, everything's fine."

"Great," the blonde woman replied with a smile before her face fell as she turned to her brother.

Damn it. He had forgotten his sister. Buir was still the worst, but not by much.

She was going to eat him alive.

"... Jango?"

"Arla. Arla Fett, my sister."

At least the redhead understood the assignment and smiled pleasantly at his older sister who had clearly already analysed him and judged him harmless – and therefore insignificant.

"Pleased to meet you, Ma'am. "

"Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, my riduur. "

"Nice to meet you," she replied politely before turning to him. "So, Jan... wait, what?!"

He shrugged and thanked the souls of all the ancestors he could remember for the fact that they were mostly left alone in this discussion, probably the "armour" side keeping the others at bay and it was actually for the best.

"As I said before, there was alcohol and one thing led to another..."

"Jango, if you find a hot Jedi and take him back to your room that's fine, but you don't marry him!"

"I know, Arla, okay? I know, it's not the kind of mistake you'd make but I-"

A woman – Jedi, there was the lightsaber at her waist – walked next to them and winked at Arla where Jango could see it before walking away again, and Jango could see how his sister's gaze followed the woman.

He repeated the whole conversation in his head and hoped he was wrong.

"Ori'vod, tell me you didn't sleep with that woman last night!"

"What, you think you're the only one allowed to pretty a handsome Jedi?" The blonde snapped, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes. "At least I didn't marry her, and I'm the eldest, so don't even think about telling me what to do with my life."

Jango did not even know what to say, he knew that since Death Watch his sister had been traumatised by men and had only sought the company of women out of a complete rejection of the other sex, but there were limits, and those limits included fucking Jedi!

"She's a Jedi-"

"Need I remind you that I'm also a Jedi myself?"

"Shut up-"

"Even your riduur agrees, why deny it?"

Then she turned to the ageing and progressively more desperate man beside them and closed the debate in a particularly vicious twist.

"Don't you agree, buir?"

Buir. Arla very rarely called their adoptive father anything other than Jaster, and every time she did he got very emotional and soft with his daughter. Jango had lost, he had to accept it.

"Your sister's right, Jango."

He was going to go mad, there was no other way.

Not until he was sure his sister was safe and well.

"... Who's that?"

"Depa."

"Depa who?"

Arla shrugged.

"We haven't got into the details, if you know what I mean."

"Arla, a full name isn't a detail-"

"If you want I can go and ask her."

"Depa Billaba, she's a High Council Master a little older than me and from a Chalactan family, as you've probably guessed from her strong cultural attributes."

The three Mandalorians turned as one to Obi-Wan, who looked at them with an impassive face worthy of a professional politician but a deep judgement in his eyes.

He was clearly judging them for 1 forgetting that he was there and 2 forgetting that he was one of the Jedi High Councilors and that there were only Jedi High Councillors present so she was a colleague he must have known.

Not their fault, okay?

Family was as important as it was complicated, it always caused a bit of panic.

"Anyway, sort out this situation khi'vod."

"What is she doing?" Jango asked as he saw her leave, closely followed by a figure now engraved in his memory.

"Hmm... you don't want to know," Obi-Wan replied innocently. "Now I think it's my turn?"

"Your turn?"

"The High Council is apparently meeting for an informal discussion in five minutes and if we hurry we can get it all done before Anakin gets back from wherever he's busy.

Jango followed his gaze to a young Jedi in the middle of a crowd of politicians and had to admit that it was probably best for everyone because, brave or not, he was not so suicidal as to want to take on "Anakin" if "Anakin" was "Skywalker".

"Let's do this, just give us a moment."

"Of course."

The next few minutes were long, and Jango was reprimanded in Mando'a in a way he had not experienced since he was a reckless teenager, but at least he was released in time to face his destiny.

Ten Jedi High Councilors, and yes, that included Billaba who had apparently returned, only Anakin was missing, still busy with the crowd and entirely focused on the woman on his arm whom he looked at as if she had created the sun in the sky for him alone.

"May the Force be with me," the redhead mumbled before approaching the group to join them, Jango and Jaster hot on his heels.

Yeah, may your osik protect us if they're all like my buir.

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"Masters-"

"No."

Jango watched his accidental riduur's face grow confused.

"No?" The redhead repeated to the leader of his Order, who confirmed, unwavering.

"No."

"All right... but I must tell you-"

"No."

"But Master Windu-"

"I don't want to hear it, Kenobi. Do you really think that no one, and when I say no one, I mean myself, saw you exchange glances last night? That no one, including myself, saw you leave together? That no one, myself regrettably included again, has been kept awake for an unreasonably long time by your former Padawan worried about not finding you in your bed?"

... Damn. Jango lowered his head at the same time, sheepish, and thanked his dark skin for his inability to blush like the red head. Exactly what his buir, who was simply nodding silently with an ‘I told you so’ look in his eyes, had said.

"Do you really think," the Jedi continued, clearly getting more and more involved in his lecture as he spoke progressively louder and more emphatically, "that no one noticed that you returned this morning from the area of the rooms dedicated to Mandalorian guests?"

"Late return, if I may say so."

"Quite right, Master Yoda, excellent observation to make. So I was saying, you come back from this part of the building in the morning, late, and with the man you disappeared with the day before. You have a hickey on your neck and he has scratches sticking out of his hair."

Jango put a hand on the back of his head, looking at his father for confirmation.

Jaster Mereel nodded, looking at him as if he had never been so stupid.

That was probably right, his neurons just did not seem to want to work around this guy.

"I can explain-"

And Windu hammered in the final nail.

"You literally smell like sex, Kenobi."

The Jedi Master was scarlet, everyone was silent and motionless and Jango could not help but, just like Obi-Wan, check the smell on his clothes.

"I don't think I smell sex," the man argued cautiously now that he finally had the right to speak in his own defence.

"You absolutely do," the Zabrak and the Thisspassian in the group responded in perfect sync before exchanging a look of ‘and I could do without that high sensory perception’.

"Take a cue from Master Billaba who clearly washed several times before returning from her night escapade if you wish to be discreet and yes, we'll talk about that again young lady."

Although not old, Billaba was clearly no longer a young lady, but the exchange of glances obviously spoke of a father-daughter relationship in which Jango would not get involved. The Chalactan herself wisely chose not to get involved and nodded her head in acceptance. Only to stick her tongue out at him as soon as his back was turned.

What a bunch of weirdos.

"I deduce that you all knew about it."

"The deduction would be correct."

"I'm almost afraid to ask, but... does Anakin know?"

"You mean your former Padawan parading around on the arm of his heavily pregnant partner like an eye candy happy to just be there and smile as long as it means she deigns to honour him with a glance?"

Ouch, that was incredibly incisive and uncompromising, and Jango felt bad for admiring it.

"Yes, that one... wait a second, pregnant?"

"Definitely," the two ‘noses’ of the group confirmed, once again looking like they were regretting their lives.

"He doesn't know, he never knows anything, the poor boy almost never realises what's right under his nose."

"This is especially true when he's unwittingly drunk."

"What was I supposed to do? He was going to turn every room upside down until he got his hands on him, I couldn't let that happen!"

"Tea, you could have tried."

"He'd already had seven cups of tea, I had to speed things up. For the Republic."

"Meditation?" The little green troll master then suggested. "Advices? Some-"

"Master Yoda, don't start with that, you know as well as I do that-"

"I must agree with Master Yoda-"

Jango and Jaster pulled away and followed Obi-Wan when he motioned for them to follow him in silence.

"This can easily degenerate into an endless debate," the redhead explained as he led them away. "We'll tell them about the wedding and the annulment later, I don't want to disturb them any further."

Jango personally wondered whether these people could really be disturbed in any way, but he was in no hurry and accepted this new plan without any problem.

Then he realised what it meant.

"If you're still my riduur... will you sleep with me again tonight?"

Buir Jaster looked ready to strangle him before walking away with a heavy step and a "fuck you, I don't care" movement when the Jedi immediately smiled at him and nodded vigorously.

"Oh darling, I'd love to, it's been a long time since I've had this much fun."

Good, Jango thought as he watched him approach a group of politicians and blend in with the other guests with ease, I'm going to ruin you for the other men.

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They had not really seen each other all day, each to their own people and their own occupations, and Jango had in fact almost forgotten their promise of a last time when the Jedi turned up at his door.

Almost.

"Oh darling, aren't you a vision that way?" Was the appreciative comment that made him feel acutely aware that he was naked beneath the towel wrapped around his waist.

Obi-Wan entered after sliding a teasing finger from his chest to the towel. What a tease.

"Have you finished your shower or were you going to take it?"

"I was going to, you can join me if you like."

"That would be a good idea, I'm not going to be able to stay over so I don't have much time."

"Do you have anything else planned?"

"I'm grounded."

"You're over thirty," he pointed out as he watched him undress, pretending not to see the look of ‘don't insist’.

"More than eight of them knew me as a child, as very mature adults they refuse to accept that I am now an adult who can have sex with whoever I want. In the Jedi, you're your Master's child but you're also everyone's child, and since my Master is with the Force they all decide to take on that role for him."

Wow. Not bad, Jango liked this family view of their social organisation and he knew that others would think like him. He had not expected it but he had already had time to realise that as an outsider there was a lot he did not know about the Jedi.

"But please, let's not talk about them any more, it would be like talking about your father-"

Urg, message received loud and clear.

"Manda, the things that come out of your mouth, do you really not know how to stop yourself before saying things like that?"

"I know a very effective way of making myself stop talking."

Jango glanced at his riduur and yes, of course the guy was suggestive, how could he have thought it could be any other way?

That said, blame him, it had made him curious. He wanted to test it. So he did.

He knew to stay quiet while he used his mouth for something else, but only for that time, because no sooner had he made Jango cum than he was standing in the shower, all smiles after washing his mouth, and pressing him against the cool wall.

"I really want a piece of that ass, husband."

Whatever response he was expecting, Jango becoming tense and almost evasive was probably not a likely outcome.

"That's not going to be an option."

He would rather die.

"Why?"

"Because."

"Jango, you can tell me... after all we are married," the redhead added with a comical twitch of his eyebrows to lighten the mood.

He sniffed coldly and looked away, weighing up the pros and cons while the Jedi waited patiently, looking understanding, as if he knew instinctively that this really was not easy for him.

"You don't really have to talk about it, it's just that if there are things to avoid I'd rather know so as not to make you feel uncomfortable."

"I've had a bad experience," he finally summed up in a deliberately vague way. "I just don't want to be the bottom since, that's all."

"You mean penetration?"

"Lek."

"Of any kind?"

"Yeah, no cock, no fingers, no tongue either, whatever it is, that's a no."

"Darling, I already knew it was a no, I wasn't pushing it, I was asking if those same limits applied to any type of penetration for you."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, would you ever suck my cock?"

"That's something I can do right now if you want me to," he offered in a suggestive and sincere tone.

"There's something I've been thinking about."

"Hmm?"

"You have beautiful thighs."

"Thanks, it's-"

"Do you mind if I fuck them?"

So... Perhaps Jango was hopelessly stupid, naive or uninformed, but he blanked. Fuck his thighs? What was that supposed to mean?

He could not even picture the act or how it could be a thing.

"Is this too much?" The redhead asked softly, very softly, as respectful of his limits as ever.

"It's... no, it's okay, we can try if you want. How do you want me?" He added, trying to put more enthusiasm into it when he saw his unconvinced expression.

"Turn round. No, show me your back," the Jedi chuckled, encouraging him to turn before placing his hands on his hips. "Now spread your legs."

... It looked far too much like-

"Jango," Obi-Wan murmured softly, taking him in his arms. "If it's too much, we'll stop, but I promise you have nothing to fear, I won't do anything you don't want."

Deep down, he did not really think it would go wrong, or that he would do something he did not want or, even worse, that he would force him to do something he would fight against, but it was not the rational part of him that was talking here, it was his fear, and fears were usually anything but rational.

"Go on, I'll tell you if it's too much."

"Spread your legs a bit... like that, excellent."

When something came into contact with the skin of his thighs, Jango tensed like perhaps never before.

"Trust me, okay? I would never hurt you."

Easier said than done, it was a real emotional leap, trusting someone like that when he did not know what he was going to do or if he was really trustworthy...

"Go ahead, I told you to just do it," he mumbled as he closed his eyes, opening them again immediately as he felt the man behind him slide his penis between his slightly spread thighs and slowly move his hips back and forth.

A bit like fucking him, except he was not really doing according to Jango's experience. Or was he? Was it really satisfying to do this?

The sounds of pleasure and the hands running affectionately over his chest seemed to corroborate this analysis of the situation, so Jango relaxed thoroughly as he realised that this was it, this was all it would be and it was not even unpleasant.

Of course it would probably be more intense for him if his cock was still hard, but the sensation of regular rubbing against sensitive and delicate areas was pleasurable and the touches made it all very tender and loving.

"I want you to tell me how you feel."

"Good, I feel good," he answered honestly, even experimenting a little by tightening his legs, enjoying the Jedi's hands gripping his hips again to steady himself as he grew more intense for a few heavy seconds of erotic tension before he came almost immediately when Jango slipped a hand between his legs to stroke the tip of his erection with his fingertips.

"Are you alright?"

Jango pressed his face against the cold tiles, overwhelmed by emotions too numerous and vague to be defined or quantified.

He had told him he was fine but now that it was over he was still worried about him.

"Yeah, yeah, it was nice," he replied before turning and activating the shower, pulling Obi-Wan into his arms a little abruptly. "That was nice."

"I'm glad we agree," the other man murmured against his neck, pulling him close.

Jango felt surprisingly good in his arms, letting him go was more difficult than expected.

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"Control yourself."

"Yes, Master."

"I mean it, Depa."

"So am I," the Chalactan promised, carefully averting her gaze from the few guests in armour.

Unfortunately, he knew her like the back of his hand and knew her weakness. Not that they were risking much though. Depa was not attracted to men.

Sometimes she sincerely regretted it and thought that she would have preferred to be heterosexual or even bisexual, but then she remembered that she was exactly as the Force had wanted her to be and so there was nothing to regret. She would probably never be able to combine her attraction to women with her secret kink for strong figures in armour and there was nothing more to say about that. Unfortunately for her, the Temple Guards' outfits did not quite match up to what armour meant to her, otherwise she would not find herself so easily drawn to every figure covered in metal plates.

In fact, she was just tremendously frustrated, was not she? She had not done anything since she had taken Caleb on as a Padawan... Oh, far too long ago. Force, she could not even remember the last time.

It could not have been much. Rare were the women who knew how to meet her needs. The price of scarcity: you could not always find what you wanted.

A paternal reminder poked in the back of her mind and Depa mingled with the crowd with all the serenity expected of her, moving with ease from one conversation to another before stumbling upon a group of Mandalorians.

The armour was all different bright colours and Depa did not look away when one of them turned towards her, the angle of the visor making it obvious that she was being stared back at. She was not doing anything wrong.

"Got a problem?"

The voice was softer than she expected.

"More like I had a whole bunch of questions when I saw you."

"What sort of questions?"

"Are you still in those colours? I always thought a suit of armour should be pretty inconspicuous when people are actually actively using it."

"Just because you see us coming doesn't mean you can stop us."

It was an interesting take to say the least.

"And it's a lot better than what you're wearing," the Mando concluded, looking her slowly up and down in a way that she hesitated to find unpleasant since she did not know whether it was meant in a culturally disapproving way, in which case everything was fine, or in a sexual way, in which case it would not be fine.

"Just because we don't have any armour doesn't mean you can touch us," the Chalactan replied with a serene smile and a teasing wink when the other stifled a laugh at her clever retort.

"Do you think I can take you?"

"I don't think so, I've got more than one trick up my sleeve."

"Too bad, I'm sure we could have had fun finding out," the other replied with a smile evident in his voice, approaching her, raising their hands to remove their helmet and revealing...

Oh Force, a woman. The Mandalorians had women in armour? Stay calm, Depa, stay calm.

And pretty hot too!

CALM. Self-control. Serenity.

She had never been so physically attracted to a person, but she would be fine.

Hell, now that she knew it was a woman it changed everything.

She had beautifully sculpted arms.

Muscular thighs.

Intense blue eyes.

"Well, now that you've got that tin can out of your head, I could probably be easily convinced," she tried in a slightly flirty tone. "The visor doesn't really do justice to your beautiful eyes."

"Are all Jedi this charming?"

"Only the best," the Jedi Master replied, very carefully not looking at Obi-Wan who was in the middle of seducing another very interested Mando. "My name is Depa."

"Arla Fett. So... what are you doing here?"

"I'm trying very hard not to get bored. I've been feeling better for a few minutes. How about you?"

"The same. My dad and brother were the real guests, they're just trying to get me to socialise from time to time. Can't say I regret it so far."

Smooth. They wandered around the room, Depa dragging the other woman always away from her father as a precaution, and at some point the question arose of what they were going to do for the rest of the night. The flirting had gone very well, Arla was a nice woman to talk to, but she did not know if the blonde wanted to take it to the next level.

"Would it be excessive of me to offer you a place to sleep for the night?"

"You mean a bed?"

"Yep."

"Only if I don't keep you out of your bed."

"Of course I'll stay, I have to protect you."

Depa laughed at this, charmed and finding the change of dynamic enjoyable to be the one someone wanted to protect. Anyone who knew the Jedi would naturally expect her to take responsibility for their protection. She did not.

That was sweet.

"Let's go to your place then."

She would not want Caleb... damn, Caleb!

"Just a second," she mumbled as she took out her com to send a message to her Padawan.

You – I'll probably be busy until very late in the evening, will you be all right?

Cute Padawan – Of course Master.

You – You'll just be watching holos all night, won't you?

Cute Padawan – Only the ones you're not interested in, I'd never progress our ongoing series without you Master.

What a good Padawan.

You – Good night, Caleb.

Cute Padawan – Good night Master.

"Anyone to warn?"

"My apprentice," she explained briefly, preferring to clear up any misunderstandings if she thought it might be a lover at home. "We've been specifically told to keep the children out of the events, but a Master doesn't separate from a Padawan for this long for no reason, so my room would have been unavailable."

"You really do go with the flow, don't you?"

"I do, I have absolute trust in the Force... and is that really a problem? The Force brought you to me."

"So romantic for a fanatic single woman."

"Hey, even single people are allowed to have a little fun, aren't they? I'm sure you'll enjoy your evening too, love."

Depa was led into a bedroom and immediately kissed. Arla had incredibly soft, full lips, and she did not immediately try to deepen her kisses, letting their breaths mingle through teasing that did more to excite her than she could have imagined. There was a kind of... intimacy in this exchange, an understanding.

For that alone, she was not regretting she had come.

A hand slipped between her legs, which she opened wider, delighted by the fingers that immediately and without hesitation pressed against her swollen folds that were just waiting for her when the Mando stopped, looking hesitant.

Damn, did she want to stop?

"Is something wrong?" She asked without understanding what could have been bothering her when everything was going so effortlessly.

"Aren't your people supposed to be monks? Aren't you sinning by doing this?"

"I am as the Force made me, my body and my desires are a manifestation of it, so it's not impure for me to let them express themselves and satisfy them. I'm fine, more than fine in fact," she said with a gentle smile.

As Arla seemed in no hurry to remove her armour or even undress her, Depa found herself rather idle and the sole recipient of attentive care, straddling the Mando who had barely put down her helmet and retrieved a vibrator before not moving from where she was sitting, watching her face with obvious thirst for more as she wiggled on the toy which slid superficially on her lips but never quite fitting inside.

"Turn it down," she begged softly as she felt her clitoris in particular being the target by her ministrations.

The vibrations were bringing her closer to her orgasm, she could feel it building and strengthening with every delicious second: she did not want it to stop here.

"Any discomfort?"

"No, I was about to come."

"Don't you want to come?"

"I subscribe to a belief that the final orgasm shouldn't always be what you're looking for in a sexual act. I like to take my time."

The Mando did not seem convinced.

"... what if I make you come many times?" The blonde finally suggested. "I promise I'll take my time taking you apart until you feel like your body is just this beautiful part of your anatomy."

That did not really answer what she had said... but she was intrigued all the same. Multiple orgasms? She did not know if she had ever had more than one during sex.

"I like what you're telling me, darling, go on, show me how you can get a woman off."

Depa would say that Arla had four orgasms from her, but to be honest she had sort of passed out for a while so maybe it was five.

A naked body came to snuggle against her, running a fresh wipe over her body before covering her with a blanket and Depa welcomed her lazy, relaxed embrace.

She was a Jedi, she did not need to ask to know how much she had a blast out of having her submissive under her: she knew.

She had got everything she wanted from this encounter, even though differently from herself.

"Will you wake me at dawn?"

"I will."

As the sun rose over the planet, Depa crept into her bedroom, washed and meditated.

If her pussy tingled all day after that, well, they were the only one to know why she felt uncomfortable when sitting.

And, truth to be told, she kind of liked it.

It had been a fun night.