Ahsoka: Force of Temptation - 1.3

AN: Sorry this took so long, folks.

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The water came down hot, a heavy spray thick with steam. It drenched her, the heat washing over every inch of her body. 

Ahsoka could still feel his hands on her.

His fingers, thick and strong and calloused, were still squeezing into her breasts. His palms, large and warm, were sweeping along her flanks, over her hips, up and down her back. Like he was right there in the shower with her.

If only.

Ahsoka stepped out of the spray, letting her back hit the cold metal wall. She had hoped the chill would shock some sense back into her. It was a fleeting relief. She could only ignore the pleasant ache in her breasts for but a few seconds. Her nipples were pebbled and hard. She imagined him slipping his hands over her tits from behind, pinching her nipples just right, giving her that delightful sting…

“Damn…” She quietly sighed. The spray pelted her front, a thousand warm tendrils slithering down over her breasts, her belly, all down her legs. They did not help her one bit.

It was all the fault of her dry spell, Ahsoka knew, the way her body yearned for that touch again. Though she herself wasn’t entirely blameless. She was the one who decided to hide out on this damned moon. Who knew that a hub for the Hutt cartels was home to so few eligible bachelors? Not Ahsoka Tano, apparently.

Not that she’d been actively looking. A Jedi-in-hiding didn’t have the luxury of dating, going steady, or all the other perks of a normal life. That didn’t mean she had to be alone. She’d had flings before, in those early years after the Jedi fell, but it’d been so damn long since the last one and she hadn’t found a single man on this rock worth her time… until Mr. Bounty Hunter came along to buy her a drink.

“A kriffing bounty hunter…” Ahsoka stepped back under the shower spray, letting out a flat chuckle. “You can’t be that desperate, Tano.”

-  -  -

It hadn’t been hard to pick up her trail.

Everybody and everything left something in their wake, people more so than droids. Whether it was footprints, scent, or even lingering body heat - his helmet’s visor picked up all of it.

The motion sensors he installed around the perimeter of his ship gave him a direction and that was all he needed to get started. From there he was hunting. Prints of small-sized boots tracked through the grime and puddles. Invisible to the naked eye, but not to Kace Korodo.

He kept his distance, of course. Exiled and forced into hiding she might have been, his mystery girl was still a Jedi.

Jedi.

It felt ridiculous to even think of the word. Of all the types he’d met on this cesspit moon, Kace never expected one of them. Mystical warriors who wielded blades of light, who could fight as well as twenty men, who could even control a man’s mind… or so Kace had heard.

The smart choice was to just leave the matter be. The Empire’s war against the Jedi was no business of his and he’d never really been a man of the law to begin with. That credit payout was a hefty one, though… And he always had an eye for dangerous women.

Dangerous. Like the way she still had her claws in him, even now. How long had he mulled over his options, half an hour? There he was, still sporting a hard-on like solid carbonite. And damn if he couldn’t still taste her.

She was on his lips, her tongue still gliding on in his mouth. Her breasts were still pressing against him, filling his palms. The little moans as he kissed her, held her, touched her, they still rang through his head like an old bell.

Echoes of sweet delights he never got to fully enjoy. Enough to drive lesser men mad.

For Kace Korodo, they drove him to act.

And that brought him here. Perched low and still across the way from a rundown apartment block. A plain slab of stone and metal and permaplas windows, all dark and grimy, so grimy it could hardly reflect the neon anymore. It was slightly less skeevy than all the others surrounding it. Maybe that was part of her feminine touch, he wondered.

He switched his visor to read for heat signatures. Straight through the walls. Many apartments were empty. Most of the tenants were male - or looked male. He had it narrowed down to one quick enough. There was no mistaking that figure, even as a blotch of red on his HUD.

Fourth floor. Single bedroom unit. A kitchen, a bathroom, a balcony with a window. That was his way in.

And as his luck would have it, it looked like his pretty Jedi was busying herself in the shower.

Kace felt his cock twitch at the thought. He settled himself, breathing steadily. He almost got her naked back at his place. He remembered then, the lesson that all hunters learned.

Almost wasn’t good enough.

-  -  -

Eventually she had to shut the water off. As cheap as the apartment was, a pumped up water bill could still wreck her credit account.

She missed the heat straight away. The steam could only ward off the chill of room temperature for so long. With a grimace, Ahsoka threw open the stall door, letting the cool air sweep in and prickle all over her body. Had her shivering.

She grabbed a towel, wrapped herself in it. She welcomed the warmth but the fuzzy fabric brushed over her stiffened nipples and sent a buzz through her. It danced around in her belly before dropping even deeper, down between her legs. Suddenly she was imagining it was a hand, his hand, that she was still in his ship and he managed to get her pants down before she-

Ahsoka shook her head. I made the right choice, she reminded herself. The smart choice.

She survived that long, all on her own, because she made smart choices. If she made dumb choices, she didn’t make them for very long. Going off with a strange man to see his strange ship was a dumb choice. It didn’t matter that he was handsome or that he was good with his hands. It didn’t matter that she’d felt lonely.

It didn’t fucking matter that she hadn’t gotten decently fucked in over a year that wasn’t by a toy or her own hands.

Fuck.

How could a woman be expected to live like that? Not even the Jedi, as insular and unyielding as they were, closed themselves off from the greater galaxy. Some of them even got laid!

Droplets of water still trickled down her body but the air had turned it cold. Only the towel offered her protection and it barely reached down to her thighs. Her face, her lekku, her shoulders and legs, all bared to the chill. That wasn’t even the worst of it. Deep down, in the pit of her belly, a fire still flickered. Hot and untended.

Ahsoka could only let out a heavy sigh. The aching of her body was near intolerable, but longing for the past wasn’t going to sate her one bit. She would do what she always did. Endure.

She moved to the door - and felt a different sort of unwanted stirring. Not within her, as the aching was, but beyond her, at the very edge of her senses. It was the Force. Warning her.

An attack? An intruder? She couldn’t tell for sure. Only that someone or something was close by.

She was alert now, her muscles going tense as she braced by the bathroom door. She held her towel tight by her chest… and inwardly cursed herself for taking so damn long in the shower.

Jedi training, years on the run, years of dealing with criminal scum, and I forget to stay on my toes because some guy got me hot under the lekku.

Ahsoka scowled at herself and mentally readied for a powerful force push. The second she opened the door, whoever or whatever was on the other side was going to seriously regret breaking into her place.

She pressed the button, the door slid open, and she leapt out… only for the shock of confusion to muddle her concentration. The power of the Force dulled in the palm of her hand and she was left standing there, nearly naked and all dripping wet, staring at a familiar face.

Familiar as in “as recent as an hour ago” familiar.

It was Kace. From the club. From his ship and those hands that left her body thrumming even now. He was sitting on her bed.

“What- What are you-” Ahsoka sputtered, her mouth opening and closing as she tried, tried so hard to find the right words for how utterly bewildering this was. Then came a rush of heat. Not the kind that was settling nicely in her tummy. This was sharper, spreading across her face. “What the hell are you doing in my fucking apartment!”

Ahsoka was careful not to scream, even as she raised her voice. She didn’t need more attention, especially not from nosy neighbors.

If they’d even care in the first place. Not like this moon is the beacon of heroism.

Her unwanted guest simply grinned. Bastard didn’t even have the courtesy of looking sorry.

“I wanted to see you again.” Kace said all casual-like. Like he wasn’t trespassing. Like she wasn’t dressed in only a damned towel. “Felt like we didn’t get to leave things on a satisfying note.”

“So you followed me home?” 

“I never got your number.”

Simple. Shameless. Infuriating.

If there was one lesson the Jedi managed to impart on her, it was to be in control of her emotions. The big one, currently, was rage. A fistful waiting to send Mr. Rough-and-tumble Bounty Hunter flying straight through her permaplas window. Her open window, she saw then.

Did he climb up here?

Ahsoka breathed in slowly. She thought better of it, and the power of the Force faded from her hand. She’d settle this problem a different way. One that didn’t leave a broken body smeared on the street outside.

“My number.” She repeated with more calm than the situation deserved. “Right. Well, Mister…”

“Korodo. Kace Korodo.” All charm and confidence. Like he wasn’t sitting on her fucking bed.

“Mister Korodo. I don’t know how things are done on your world, wherever you’re even from, but where I come from, when a woman decides she’s had enough, she’s had enough.”

“It sure didn’t feel like you had enough.”

Ahsoka chewed on her tongue. The thought of sending him through her window became that much more tempting. No mind paid to the warmth still worming through her belly. Or anything else that made his words more than just hot air.

“I’m going to ignore that. Hell, I’ll even ignore how creepy this is.” Ahsoka called upon the Force again, but she didn’t put its power into her fists. She put it into her words. “Get out of my apartment. Go home. Forget my face. Forget you ever met me.”

The way his grin faded, the way he sat there and just looked at her with those unreadable eyes, gave Ahsoka a tiny spark of hope that her problem was solved. Over and done with.

Then he spoke.

“Now why would I do that? I just got here.”

Just like before, back at the club. The Jedi mind trick didn’t work. How did she forget? It had only been hours ago.

As Ahsoka cursed herself in silence, Kace stood from the bed.

“Besides,” He kept on. “I feel we have a lot more to talk about now.”

Ahsoka took a step back, clutching her towel even more tightly. Her lightsabers were under the bed. Maybe if she dove for them… but she really didn’t love the idea of fighting in the buff.

Before she could make up her mind, however, Kace brought up his arm and tapped a button on his gauntlet. Light sprayed forth in a small cone, bright blue taking the form of a face. Her face, Ahsoka realized.

The hologram bust spun slowly in the open. Right above the flashing letters of her name. Her real name.

Ahsoka Tano. Jedi. Wanted: Dead or Alive.

Her blood didn’t run cold. Her heart didn’t leap into her throat. She didn’t scream. She didn’t make a sound. She just stood there and stared.

Looking back on this night, even years later, there was still a small part of her that chided herself for not sending Kace out the window.

After a short while, when it seemed he was satisfied the news had sunk in, Kace shut the holo off. There was a glint in his eye, like he knew what came next would shock her even worse. He reached behind himself, grabbing something from his belt… and produced her two lightsabers.

“Gonna be hard to play dumb when you’ve got these.” He said, grinning again. Insufferably so.

That should have sparked a reaction from her. She should have Force pulled the sabers into her hands and just gone to town on the bastard. So the hell what if she was doing it in the nude?

The low hum of a repulser engine snapped Ahsoka back to attention. A small, black drone came floating in through her open window then. It stopped and hovered next to Kace. A panel in the front hissed open and before Ahsoka could say anything - do anything - the man tossed her lightsabers inside. The panel snapped shut and the drone quickly flew back out the way it came. Ahsoka watched it go, watched it shrink in the distance and dip out of sight.

Maybe it was the shock. Maybe it was the sheer disbelief still rolling through her. Ahsoka had done nothing to stop it. She’d chide herself for that too, years down the line.

“Now, I don’t normally do things this way…” Kace admitted, having the absolute gall to look slightly apologetic. To him, this was a mild inconvenience. Like he’d dented her speeder. “It’s not really sporting if the mark is unarmed. And most couldn’t touch me with a blade or a blaster anyhow. ‘Cept you’re a Jedi. Had to take precautions, you see. Heard your type are dangerous.”

“So the Empire says.” Ahsoka spat. Outrage had given her a voice again.

“The Empire’s lying?”

“They’re selling me short. Especially with that price tag.”

The threat only seemed to amuse the man. He let out a chuckle, rich, heavy, and genuine. Deep enough to rumble down into Ahsoka’s belly… and send her anger spiking even hotter.

“I’m not interested in your price tag, sweetheart.”

“Yeah? Then why’d you come here? Why break into my place? Take my sabers? Try to catch me naked?”

“Like I told you, we didn’t get to finish things properly back at my place.”

Ahsoka scoffed. Though she wasn’t surprised.

“Poor baby didn’t get his rocks off? That about the gist of it?” She mocked with a scowl.

Her venom washed over him like nothing. Kace had that look, one that Ahsoka had seen before a hundred times on a hundred different men. The face of a guy who knew he was going to win - or had already won. 

Oh, how she wanted to bloody that face of his. That’s what was boiling in her gut. Rage. Nothing else.

“I’d prefer to talk instead of turning you in.” He told her.

This time it was Ahsoka’s turn to laugh. Hers was dry, dry as the sands of Tatooine.

“Talk? Don’t waste my time. Call this what it is. Blackmail.” She spat the word.

“Alright.” Kace agreed as he stepped closer. She was starkly aware then of his height, even more than at the club, at his ship. “It’s blackmail. We should still talk, though. Come to some terms.”

“Terms? What kind of terms do you think I’d want with you?”

“Favorable terms. Believe it or not, I’m not an unreasonable guy. And I’d make much better company than most of the other fellas on this rock. But I think you know that already. The way I had you humming back at my ship…”

That low, deep voice slithered into her ears, making her shiver. In disgust, Ahsoka told herself. Never mind that the quake went to her core, there in the depth of her belly. Never mind that her nipples, loathsome betrayers both, were still hard.

Never mind that as perverted and deplorable as he was, her scorned trespasser was right. A horrifying thought to any sane mind, that this bounty hunter was still light years ahead of all the other specimens of the male sex dwelling on Nar Shaddaa. 

A thug. A creep. Her blackmailer. 

“You make me sick.” Ahsoka whispered, hissed through her teeth.

“I could make you famous instead. Send your holo out to every Hutt, every bounty hunter, every two-bit gunslinger in the system. Every sorry soul looking to scrape together any scratch of credits they can. And I’ll tell you now, pretty lady - the lot of them won’t be willing to talk like I am.”

Ahsoka made sure her stare was blistering. It was all she could do. If there was a way out, she didn’t see it. The Force had failed her. That didn’t surprise her or fill her with despair. Why would it? The Force had failed all the other Jedi years ago.

“Let’s… just get this fucking over with.”

“Nah. I’m not going to rush things. Not when you’re standing there looking like you.” Kace drew his eyes up her body, slow and deliberate. His smirk made her blood boil. Ahsoka glowered up at him - he just had to be tall - but the man was unfazed. He stepped closer, looming over her now. She was a Jedi and he made her feel small. “Drop the towel.”

Ahsoka’s fingers tightened around the knot up at her collar again, but she knew she couldn’t disobey. Her cheeks burning, she forced her fingers to relax. Forced her fist to open.

The towel parted from her chest and dropped behind her. It flopped to the floor, making a ring around her feet. A symbol of her new prison.

Naked and damp before this stranger. Ahsoka could only breathe and endure the indignity of Kace’s admiration. And so did he admire.

“Damn fine.” The man spoke in a low, low rumble. Any other time, the sound might have thrilled her. Instead, his praise poured over her with a helping of shame. “I didn’t know Jedi kept themselves in such good shape, what with the mystical powers and such. Or is this all you?”

He didn’t give her the chance to answer. His hand came up and Ahsoka nearly jumped at the shock of his calloused fingertips drawing slowly along the swath of her tummy. He pressed a bit more firmly, exploring the faint muscles of her abdomen. Then he was moving on. Upward.

His hand followed his gaze to her breasts. Ahsoka tensed as she felt his fingers press into the underslopes, preparing for the sharpness of his hand closing around the soft flesh. The grope never came. 

Instead, there was a soft pinch. At her nipple. Enough to make her body respond. Try as she might to deny him the satisfaction, Ahsoka’s own flesh was traitorous. A shock, white hot, danced down her spine, twirling down to the spot between her legs. A gasp floated from her open mouth.

Fuck. Bet he loved that. Bastard.

Ahsoka slapped his hand away. A reflex. Maybe a little flare of defiance, too. Against him… and herself. 

Her heart skipped a beat when she realized what she did, but Kace just let out another of his infuriating laughs. All part of his game. All part of his fun.

Ahsoka clung to whatever calm she could. She took a step backward… only for her naked back to hit the wall. Nowhere to run.

“You don’t need to be afraid of me.”

“I’m not afraid of you.” Ahsoka insisted more hotly than she liked. 

Kace moved in, closing the distance. He loomed tall, his broad frame darkened by shadow. A simple Force push could put him right on his sorry ass, Ahsoka thought. And yet… he seemed towering. Indomitable.

“Still…” He continued, gently weighing her breasts in the palms of his hands. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, pressing the studs just enough to make her flesh thrum again. “I don’t want you to hate this.”

“Really?” Ahsoka almost scoffed.

“True as the stars burn, sweetheart. I want you in my bed. And I’d like it if you wanted to be there, too. Better for the both of us, I’d say.”

“Well, you’re off to a fantastic start.” The sarcasm dripped steaming.

“Give me a minute.” He said without missing a step. “I’m just getting warmed up here.”

He dipped his head down and met her lips with his.

-  -  -

She didn’t kiss him back. 

Not surprising given the circumstances but Kace didn’t let that bother him. He’d have her warming up to him soon enough. The fact that she wasn’t using her Jedi powers on him was a good sign. The way he heard they fought, he would have been smeared all over the walls if she really wanted.

Kace wasn’t going to waste his opening. Not when she looked the way she looked - because sweet fucking stars, did this Jedi babe have it.

He was damn near rock-hard before, but the moment that towel dropped his cock was durasteel. A ramrod pipe red hot against his thigh, smothered there in his pant leg. Surging with blood just from the sight of her. 

God, what a body. She was fit and firm, shoulders and arms tight with muscle that signaled years and training and discipline. Her tummy was delightfully flat, lined just enough to entice - and the flecks of water droplets gave the muscle there such a wonderful glisten. Yet there nothing could detract from that womanly figure. 

For every bit of lean muscle, there was softness swelling out that flawless, creamy skin. The width of her hips alone laughed in the face of any who dared to deny this Jedi’s womanhood - and there it was, Kace saw, nestled between two full, firm thighs. A hairless mound, faintly swollen and looking so, so, so soft. So pretty a man could cry. Kace’s cock was already weeping.

The real treasures though were still waiting on him to come down and claim them. Even as he trailed kisses along Miss Tano’s neck, suckling at the skin and enjoying how she hmmm’d and oooh’d from the lashings of his tongue, Kace craved a different sort of feast.

He appreciated all the parts of a lady, but there was just something special about a nice set of tits. Human, Twi’Lek, Chiss, Zabrak, and Togrutas like his new friend, there was no doubt that evolution did a fine job with their women. A damn fine job. And Miss Ahsoka Tano had some of the finest he’d ever seen.

Full and rounded, hanging high and proud on her chest but with just enough weight and sag to let him know they were real. Mouthwatering in their shape, in their heft, orange teardrops just big enough to settle nicely in his hands. And in his mouth.

Her nipples, he’d felt how hard they were back at his ship. Now he could see them, orange like most the rest of her body but darker. Little poking studs set within the circles of her areolae - big enough that he could trace his thumb around the nub in circles. Ahsoka turned her face away, but Kace could see her blush. It made him smile.

He dipped his head low. Pressed a kiss to the slopes of one breast. Then the other. The valley between her teats ran deep. Deliciously deep. It called to him so he went. Kissed her there, too. Mouthed the inner slopes of her tits, nipping with his teeth. Not hard, but enough that she stirred there against the wall, making sweet noises. Then he was tasting her, dragging his tongue slow-like over the vast swells of those wonderful, gorgeous, creamy tits.

Kace groaned, savoring the taste of her. He let the warmth of those nice, big Jedi tits envelope his face, let them smother him. He didn’t care. And the dampness, the drops that had yet to dry, they didn’t cool a damn thing. He was burning up inside, a raging fire in his gut. In his balls. Insatiable hunger.

He took one breast in his hand, squeezing hard enough to rip a gasp from his pretty Jedi. He angled the nipple straight for his mouth. Then he dove in and devoured. Filled his mouth with that soft, sweet flesh.

The whimper that broke from the Jedi’s throat was somehow even sweeter.