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The waiter busily hurrying through the crowd of esteemed guests attending the great annual gala on Hosnian Prime, held in the grand city hall did not pay any attention as a slender hand, orange-skinned and with carefully manicured and painted silver nails shot out to snatch away one of the glasses he was carrying on a richly decorated platter.
Ahsoka Tano leaned back into the shadow of a tall pillar, the polished stone cool against her bare shoulders as she watched the colorful crowd milling about. A careful sip from her newly acquired glass of tihaar - the fifth – or perhaps even sixth - made her close her eyes for a moment, enjoying the burn of the alcohol warming her before she returned watching the proceedings on the floor below her.
She shifted on her feet as the sound of voices drifted against her montrals, a woman laughing softly, followed by an all too familiar male chuckle. Rex. He was trying to entice the secretary of a minor imperial governor to help the rebel alliance by unwittingly disclosing information about her bosses’ whereabouts within the two next months.
Watching him flirt with the admittedly very pretty Togruta woman stung a little. Not as much as it would have two months ago when Ahsoka had made the rather ill-fated attempt to get a little closer Rex and was told firmly ‘Sorry Commander – I just cannot see you in that way’, which she had accepted gracefully, even if it had made things awkward between them for a while – but Ahsoka still decided that a quick escape would be in order to avoid being drawn into a conversation with them, as Rex had earlier introduced her to the secretary as a ‘dear friend’.
She was decidedly not in a mood to make things even more weird between them, and her being more than slightly tipsy would spring Rex into straight into worry mode, which would be quite detrimental to the current goal.
The wide, sweeping staircase leading down was out of the question – too far, and no cover to duck behind. The expensive dress she was wearing, long and flowing in shades of pale blue with golden accents and tassels was not exactly easy to overlook either and so she stepped around the pillar and took a quick glance at the booths lining the back of the upper level.
Dim lighting provided a cozy, intimate atmosphere to the lavish setting and all of them were occupied by various officials and businesspeople – except one, hidden almost behind a pillar.
The solitary figure swathed in black robes, the way the light was almost absorbed by the rich fabric speaking of quality even from a distance – face hidden behind a hood, even the hand holding a glass half-filled with an amber liquid sheathed in leather gloves –seemed to be more of an observer than a participant in the festivities.
Perfect.
Ahsoka slipped into the booth with an elegant movement, voice pitched low, barely above a whisper.
“Forgive my intrusion - but if you’d be willing to play my partner for just five minutes, I would be deeply grateful.”
A moment later, there was a slight nod, and so she slid forward, boldly straddling the stranger’s lap, one leg thrown over a surprisingly hard leg, her dress riding up to expose her own - still not having caught a glimpse of the face, just as Rex and his date rounded the pillar.
Ahsoka surged forward, slender hands grabbing onto the hood as she pulled the face down, just having a moment to hope for someone with a compatible mouth at least– before her lips landed flush against a warm mouth.
Her partner in crime went still for a long second, and then arms wrapped firmly around her waist as she was pulled against a hard, lean body and she was caught in a breathless, weightless second before she landed on her back on the well-padded bench, one leg still wrapped around slender hips and then a mouth descended onto hers again – a none-too-soft bite to her lower lip made it sting, just to be soothed a moment later by a warm wet tongue.
Ahsoka made a helpless little mewl in the back of her throat, and he responded with a deep, purring growl from somewhere deep in his chest – barely audible above the surrounding veil of noise, but she felt the delicious sound in her very bones - travelling all the way from her montrals down her spine before it settled hot and heavy down inside of her and she suddenly understood why the Jedi might have considered this a dangerous thing.
Anakin Skywalker had once upon a time called Ahsoka fearless to the point of recklessness.
Her mouth opened, inviting him in, and he took the invitation eagerly – tongue tangling with hers as he stroked the insides of her mouth, and she pulled him closer as she decided she liked his taste – spicy with some metallic tinge, and then he pulled back to nip along her jawline with fast teasing bites, and she arched helplessly against him trying to bury herself even closer against him, mewling softly for him again, throat bared for his pleasure.
His head lifted slowly as he leaned back, and her eyes followed the movement. Red skin, black markings that curled along the jaw and the lopsided smirk that she had never seen before began to form a startingly familiar pattern even with half of his face still hidden and she felt like the center of gravity just dropped out from the planet beneath her, leaving her in free fall.
The smug satisfaction in his voice killed any remaining doubt about whom she had been kissing so ardently - and with complete surrender, just moments ago - very, very swiftly.
“It seems that my stay on Hosnian Prime turns out to be unexpectedly pleasurable. While I had not foreseen to be accosted in such a manner, you are quite welcome to proceed, my lady.”
Her hands were still fisted in his hood, and she carefully inched the fabric back, eyes following the line of retreating cloth till her eyes met his - half-closed, golden color darkened to a rich amber, pupils blown wide and dark with want, lips curved into a fine smirk.
He is beautiful.
The thought swam unbidden to the forefront of her mind, and she was vaguely aware that she probably should be doing anything else but to openly admire the face of Darth Maul, Sith lord renegade turned crime boss on a galactic scale, before she realized that while he was still poised above her, hard body pressed against her almost as close as they could physically be, she could not feel him in the force – Maul was a powerhouse, and even with her senses muddled by alcohol, his force signature should have been impossible to miss.
Curious now, she reached out within the force, a careful nudge, and she felt him react as she brushed against his shields – his mental defenses probably among the best she had ever encountered.
Something flashed in his eyes and even with the tentative, barely-there connection between them she could feel his shields cracking and then breaking open – and he was suddenly present– a dark maelstrom of energy, carefully contained and controlled by willpower.
Ahsoka held his amber gaze as she slowly grasped what exactly she had seen flashing in his eyes.
Challenge.
He was waiting, daring her to come closer, inviting her into his mind – by far the most dangerous (and intimate, some faint memory whispered) connection a force user could offer to another. Her eyes widened in stunned appreciation of his cockiness, and she became aware that while his offer seemed genuine, he did not expect her to take it.
Her eyes narrowed into slits as his smirk became even more pronounced, and without another thought she zeroed in onto his mouth, craning up her neck as the tip of her tongue traced along his lower lip before sucking it into her mouth.
She bit down the exact moment her own shields opened and the tentative connection between their minds strengthened into something tangible.
Challenge accepted.
Senses sharpened as the bond snapped into place and their minds crashed against each other.
Her eyes closed as Maul dipped his head and then his mouth slanted against hers, tongue eagerly seeking hers, swallowing her moan and she got lost in pure sensation.
Ahsoka arched her back, trying to press her hips up and he canted his hips, one hard leg slipping between the apex of her thighs, allowing her the friction she was blindly searching for, and then all she was aware of was the heavy thrum of her heartbeat pulsing through her clit as she shamelessly rubbed herself against him, the pleasure intense enough leave her breathless.
The bond provided a whirlwind of impressions – amazement, disbelief, elation, desire– but most of all – hunger.
He wanted her.
His single-minded intensity left her breathless and she leaned back to meet his amber-dark eyes again.
No one had ever looked at Ahsoka with this kind of undisguised desire.
Maul was one breath away from fucking her straight into the bench, right here and now, any consequences be damned.
And she …
… wanted him to.
His eyes widened, dark pupils swallowing the amber almost completely as the thought spilled along the bond. He swallowed hard and she could feel his fast breaths as he forced himself into stillness above her.
Touch yourself for me.
His mind-voice was a growly purr that made her bite her lower lip hard enough to sting and her right hand let go of his cowl, to wedge in between their bodies, his hips shifting to give her just enough room.
She held his gaze as her hand shoved the fabric of her dress aside and then slipped beneath her panties as she traced along her folds with a slender fingertip.
He held himself still with the coiled tension of a predator, all senses focused on her.
It was the most daring thing she had ever done in such a situation, but the raw desire burning though the bond made her feel seen in a way that made every sense come alive.
He wanted her.
All of her.
Everything.
His unwavering attention on her made her feel like she could do anything, and he would simply…
…appreciate it.
And demand more.
His keen interest and curiosity in combination with the genuine lack of any kind of judgement just made her melt.
Made her body go pliant and wet.
She would eagerly do anything he might ask just to keep this amazing feeling.
Tell me how you feel.
This time it was somewhere between an impatient demand and a desperate plea.
She was hot, wet, her folds swollen and oh so receptive – she was so wet that her juices were inching down her folds and trickling against the sensitive puckered flesh situated just a little lower – making her clench on air against the empty, aching feeling.
She was too breathless to speak through the jumble of emotion of her and so her reply was less in words than in sensation along the bond, letting him feel.
She tugged her lower lip safely between her lips, knowing she would be incapable of keeping silent enough otherwise as she shoved two fingers hard inside of her, up to the knuckles.
Not enough to fill the aching emptiness, even as she clenched hard against her fingers.
Want your cock. Want you to fill me.
Her urgency came across with crystal clarity.
There was a moment of hesitation, his mind-voice laced with more things than she could decipher.
Prosthetic implant.
The shame and quiet desolation were clear enough, though.
Don’t mind. Want you.
Her affirmation was instant as she squirmed insistingly against him, feeling him freeze as disbelief warred with astonishment.
His face held the most amazed expression she had ever seen on him, golden eyes burning into hers, and he grabbed her wrist and she bit back a sound of dismay as he pulled at her hand, gaze locked with hers as he sucked her drenched fingers into his mouth, rough tongue cleaning her juices thoroughly of her skin as he made a pleased throaty sound.
You taste divine.
He let go of her wrist and used his arm to prop himself up as his other hand ventured between their bodies, fabric wrenched aside before his hips jolted forward and he pushed inside of her with a burning stretch, the heat and fullness inside of her a shocking contrast to the cooler metal of his lower body.
A nip against her fingertips made her withdraw them from his mouth and cup his cheek with her hand as he withdrew and then slammed forward again, sheathing himself inside of her to the hilt and hitting a spot deep inside of her that she had attributed to myth until now.
Her mouth fell open in surprise.
“Oh.”
“Madam! Sir! Your behavior is highly inappro-.”
The waiter’s voice cut off mid word as Maul’s head whipped around, levelling the portly Rodian with a glare and snarl that made the man take an involuntary step back.
Ahsoka could feel Maul’s teeming ire at the interruption focus to laser point, just before he ripped through the Rodian’s weak mental defenses with all the grace of a battering ram, the soundless command powerful enough to ripple through the force.
LEAVE US.
The waiter obeyed, pivoting around and almost stumbling in his haste to rush away.
She sucked in a deep breath as their eyes met again, the remnants of his fury feeling like static fire as he wrestled his temper back under control. A shift of her hips reminded them that he was still buried balls deep inside of her.
He withdrew, Ahsoka biting back a sharp whine of protest.
Not here.
Maul tucked himself back in, scrambling to his feet hastily enough to stumble before straightening. He offered her a hand, and she took it, allowing him to haul her to her feet with enough momentum to crash into his chest, her dress sliding down her legs, panties still askew.
Come.
An impatient demand this time.
Ahsoka grabbed his shoulder with her free hand, steadying herself before looking up into his face with a cheeky grin.
Better make me.
He swallowed hard, then spun her around and started to drag her into direction of the elevators with single minded determination, paying no mind to the unfortunate waitress in his path, he simply shouldered her out of his way, sending her tumbling into a large potted plant, glasses clattering to the floor all around her.
Ahsoka mouthed a quiet “Sorry!” as they rushed past, just to almost run into the broad expanse of Maul’s back as he changed direction suddenly, the lock next to the emergency staircase billowing grey smoke as it was telekinetically disengaged, the door slamming into the wall as it was forced open a second later.
They ran down the staircase, two or even three steps at once, and then burst out of the exit into the hot, humid summer night. He almost threw her onto a sleek speeder bike, jumping into the seat, and she wrapped her arms around his waist, head tucked against his back as he sent them full throttle into the night.