Chapter Four: Ground Rules
#5 of Calls of the Force
Author's Note: You probably shouldn't expect daily updates... ever again. Lol. Moving and such and doubtful computer access and so on and so forth. So sorry and all, but I doubt it will be the year long gap will ever happen again, baring a natural disaster.
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When Ethan next opened his eyes, he was alone. This incredibly depressing thought was only alleviated when he rolled over and felt the comforter slide over his naked skin, he never slept in the nude. This led him believe that either he had had a serious hallucination the likes of which he hadn't seen since an ill-advised glue sniffing bout with his brother when he was eight, or a super-hot Jedi rabbit-woman had crash landed a spaceship in his side yard, had a meltdown in his basement, accosted him in his own bedroom, and had been thoroughly plowed by him on his bed before falling asleep in his arms.
He really, really, really hoped that the latter was correct.
Ethan sat up and stretched, looking around as he yawned and spotting his digital clock, the cherry red face claiming only a few hours had passed. He threw the covers off and put his feet on the floor, enjoying the feel of the carpet between his toes for just a moment before standing up and looking for his pants, finding them near the wall, where he had stepped out of them after Larana had removed them for him. Walking over to them, he slipped them on, not bothering with the shirt before he headed for the door. The window in the hall proclaimed it to be quite dark outside, what with the new moon and all, but the stars alleviated that somewhat. Ethan didn't bother looking out the window, instead just walking down the hall and glancing around the living room before getting a glass of water.
His thirst quenched, the young man decided he should look for Larana, and since she wasn't in his room, or the living room, he had to assume that she was outside. Setting the empty glass on the counter he opened the front door, only to feel a blast of cold over his skin and regret not grabbing a shirt. Instead of going back though, he just went outside and jogged over to the crash site, finding Larana sitting cross legged and facing what used to be her ship. She was fully clothed, or at least, the parts of her he could see under her robe were, and she seemed to be sitting perfectly still. "Are you alright?" Ethan asked, standing a few feet behind her, the light from the window lighting him up form behind.
"Yes, thank you," she said quietly, not turning to look at him. "Thank you for helping me earlier."
"Helping you...?"
"With my heat," she said, turning her head a little but still not opening her eyes, one of her ears getting pulled over her shoulder to rest on her chest. "That's all it was, alright? Just a pure physical need."
"I see," Ethan said, a little put down by the thought. "Well, if you ever need that kind of help again, I-"
"Thank you," Larana said before he could finished his sentence, opening her eyes and turning a serious look on him. "But I don't think we should ever do that again. It was a mistake, and I shouldn't have let it happen. I don't know why it did, but it won't happen again." She turned suddenly and looked back at the remains of her ship. "You should put a shirt on."
Ethan looked down and saw the goosebumps on his skin, realizing just how cold he was, and feeling that being around Larana was not the best idea at the moment. "Well," he said, taking a step back. "If you wanna talk or something..."
"Thank you," she said quietly as he turned and walked away. She hadn't told him to get a shirt because she was worried about his health, but because she didn't want to look at his nude upper body. It wasn't the most physically appealing bare chests she'd seen, but it was special to her. She'd kissed it, stroked it, seen it dripping sweat, muscles taught as he-
Larana shook the thoughts from her mind and tried to concentrate. She needed to find a way off of this backwater rock and go home. She needed to find out just how far away from home she was. She needed to know if the pilot of the other ship was here as well. She needed to feel Ethan's hands on her heaving- No!
She sighed and looked down at her chest, watching her breasts rise and fall as she breathed deep and fast, her heat still affecting her powerfully. It had taken extreme self control to prevent herself from jumping the human when he had been talking to her, and she could feel the sweat starting to mat her fur down.
Standing up, Larana decided that the best way to get sex, sweet, hot, heart pounding sex, out of her mind, was to make her body to tired for it. Shrugging off her robe, she reached for her belt, pulling her lightsaber free and pressing down the red stud. She closed her eyes and listened to the familiar hiss of the bright green blade extending and took her stance, feet apart, sword held high in one hand, the held out in front of her for balance, the humming of the blade moving through the air soothing her somewhat.
Ethan watched through the window as Larana went through forms and positions slowly, gracefully, in ways only ever vaguely described in the novels. She flowed from position to position with ever increasing speed, her mind focused wholly on what she was doing.
Guard, turn, parry, dodge, spin, thrust, soon it looked like she was locked in mortal combat with a foe Ethan couldn't see, and if he was any judge, she seemed to be losing an awful lot of ground for a practice session. Larana kept backing up, coming closer and closer to the wall behind her, but instead of putting her back to it, she suddenly spun around and ran straight up to the gutter before pushing off with her foot and swinging her emerald glowing blade downwards and landing on her feet, lightsaber held out, hand on the ground for balance. She lifted her thumb from the stud and let the weapon switch off, panting heavily as she stood up and hooked the hilt back onto her belt.
Turning, she bent down and scooped up her robe before heading back to the house, clumsily working the doorknob and going inside. Ethan was there, waiting for her with a glass of Coke and small smile. He still wasn't wearing a shirt, and, much to Larana's horror, she felt herself reacting to his very presence. Even after the intense workout she'd put herself through, her body still had the energy to be annoying, but it was weak enough for her to control.
"What is that?" she asked, taking the glass and looking dubiously at it's fizzing contents as she followed her host into the living room once again, sitting in the same seat on his couch while he took a chair.
"It's a drink called Coca-cola, or Coke for short," he said, sipping from his own. "It's been around for over a hundred years, so it can't be that bad."
Still looking like she wasn't to sure, she took a small sip and and held it in her mouth, considering it's flavor. "You do realize that most of the enjoyment comes from the bubbles, right?"
"True," Ethan replied with a smile as he relaxed in his seat, much to Larana's discomfort. "But it is enjoyment nonetheless." He sighed and considered a few ways to bring up the topic of what they had done earlier that evening, as well as the conversation they'd had not to long ago concerning it. He was still trying to think of a way to broach the subject gently when she did it for him.
"Ethan," She said slowly, working hard to keep her eyes on his face. "I think I might have been a little rash earlier when I said that we shouldn't let anything happen again. All things considered, I just suffered some major trauma, and I need a way to relieve stress..." She watched as he put down his glass and stood up, moving over to the couch and sitting down next to her, taking her glass from her hand and setting it down on the coffee table before taking her hand in his.
"If you're uncomfortable with it," he said slowly, looking into her blue eyes. "Then I won't do it. But," he said before she could say anything. "If you're sure that it's alright, then I would be glad to relieve your stress."
Instead of answering him, Larana leaned in and kissed him, throwing her arms around his neck and holding him close as she did. She pushed her tongue passed his lips to find his pushing back into her mouth right away, none of the hesitation form before present. "Oh Ethan," she said, breaking the kiss and pulling his hand to her chest, making him squeeze her firm breast through her tunic. "I need this so bad!"
Ethan simply leaned in, kissing her again, being the forceful one as he pushed his tongue into her mouth and slipping one hand down her shirt to run his fingers through her chest fur, groping her breast while the other hand worked on getting her leg up on the couch so he could push himself closer to her. He broke the kiss again and looked down at her blushing face as it turned away in embarrassment.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of," he said, smiling at the role-reversal form earlier. "This is a perfectly natural thing." She turned to look at him again, smiling gently as he leaned down for another kiss. Before she could enjoy it though, she jerked upwards, throwing him back onto the couch as she looked unseeingly at the wall.
"Oh no," She whispered, her eyes following something Ethan couldn't see as it raced over head before circling back around. "She found me!"
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This chapter's done now, by the way.