The things a friend can change

Confession

Valentine's Day Special Part 1

"Yes Pad, you look great. Now just be sure not to creep her out or anything."

"You know Stahl, I've never seen you so acted up on anything. You've spoken more in the last five minutes than you have the last five years."

"Stop stalling, Pad. And trust me, it's gonna work."

"Now let's work on that hair." He motioned, "Hey, don't move!"

"Jeez, I'd rather have Caleb mess up my hair with your attitude."

"Caleb? Where is he anyway?"

"Who knows, but I do know he's with Ahsoka, Barriss and Anakin. So I'm pretty sure he'll be fine."

"Yeah, as fine as when we were patrolled by Mandalorian pirates."

"Ex...Wait, are you insulting your own kind?"

"Does it matter punk?"

"Well – Hey ouch! What was that?"

(Shaak's POV)

"Master, are you sure about this?"

"Don't worry child, and yes, trust me. I know what I'm doing."

"Oh, I trust you master, I'm just not so sure how my approach will be."

"It will be just like anything Padawan. Put some faith into it and trust in the force."

"The force? I'm not so sure the force helps in ro...I mean umm, these topics."

"Well just look at how Barriss and Anakin turned out." Luminara chimed in.

"What happened between them?"

"We'll tell you once it's over."

"And what if it never gets over?"

"Then remember that old adage from Master Yoda."

"Which one?"

"You know the one?"

It's working. My Padawan had finally extracted an approach towards her boyfriend. Though truth be told, I had inspected their relationship ever since they went to the gathering. Which would be precisely why I firmly believe in their abilities.

Once this is over, it'd all be perfect. Good luck, Padawan.

As I watched her march towards the target, my sight pondered upon the handsome Mirialan who seemed to be struggling at reducing speed, the pensive thoughts doubtlessly pervading his mind, turning his legs into a jelly quagswag.

All the while, Ashla was just as on edge if not slightly more. Her speed gradual though undoubtedly shaking with fear. Her two lekku cramped and darkening into a remarkable shade of red, the montrals spiking within every exclusive, bloodcurdling second.

(Ashla's POV)

"Thump thump. Thump thump." I counted, my walking cumulative. As my frame was inevitably pulled towards his, the aggravating chills from my lekku cascading down my spine. In contrast with the acceleration from my breathing patterns, and the brimming red sparkles embedded within my cheeks. The diamonds almost shining as they consistently surpassed the optimal red.

"H...Hey, Pad." I shivered, "Would you umm, possibly – go out – with m...me?"

"Yeah uhh – Can we w...walk?"

"L...let's move towards the s...senate building."

"Yes...let's head to the...coordinates."

(Stahl's POV)

What in the literal kriff? Who talks like that? Dank Farrik, I only told him to be cool. I never thought he'd go all terminator on her, that's just extremely creepy.

Ninja-ing my way towards them, I slipped behind a Rodian before skimping behind the fountain. Circling around the pond as I consistently maintained a steady 20 feet behind them. Disguising myself as discreetly as humanly possible.

"Hehe. Well, I wouldn't say it's the worse. I mean I...I do like it it's just maybe – I don't know. Sometimes I just wish he wasn't so bossy."

"Well uhh, you're not wrong. He's heh, he is umm (cough) quite wise when uhh. When we're mid-battle."

The couple went on chatting for innumerable hours until Stahl had had enough pedantic listening, ergo, performing a pernicious penalize of his own and heaving Pad towards her with the force. Resulting in two scattered minds and an inordinate colliding of lips.

(Ashla's POV)

I had never anticipated the act. Was he truly so urgent to confess? We were just retaining a civilized conversation when he perversely skimped towards me. His lips now attached to mine, as I melted and mellowed in, my anatomy perspiring as his hands began permeating my entire frame. Clutching my back within his firm solid grasp. Our kiss compact, as his gentle hands dunk down, drowning my body with his warm touch.

I pushed forward. Compelling with the act as pensive thoughts faded towards the back of my mind. His sweet lips indulgent as their exquisite flexibility conversed and diverged, pervading my cozy carcass. The elbows permeating my perturbed posture.

Even with the extravagance of his lips, I couldn't dismay the perennial act of perceptible hands gliding down my elbows, stretching and scraping towards my hips.

His perched approach growing ever clearer as perpetuate lips constantly crumbled against mine, forcing my stature towards the excessive pond.

To where I responded by singing his hair. His horror quadrupled, his heart clearly pounding within the quantitative quagmire. Instantaneously accentuating his rapid breaths, croaking his head strategically as I enforced the notion by clutching his arms and squeezing his frame, leaving him perplexed within the enticed second.

(Pad's POV)

She had elegant lips. The expressive fondling of my hair against her delicate hands comforting and holy, the fingers emanated from her grasp, confined as they consistently circled around my dark strands. Her hips gained in, leaving them extravagantly embedded affront my crotch.

I deliberately sloped down, hands wrapped tightly around her waist. My arms protective as they cramped her abdomen, gluing her towards me while descending down onto the sides of the pond.

Perching atop her frame, I clutched her shoulders while scooting down deep into her lips, exploring every crevice of her indulgence. Whereas she responded with swift abrasive acts, cloaking my body with her thighs, flanking and coaxing me onto her once again. This time twice as permissive when the outlines of my member pounced atop hers.

(Shaak Ti)

She had done it! My pupil, my padawan, my daughter has found and embraced the love of her life. Even as I was stationed on the gates of the temple, I could sense the perceptible acts, cumulatively increasing as perpetuate romance deepened and enhanced. Despite my extreme consummation towards dozing off.

(Stahl's POV)

"I love you, Ashla."

Oh, hell yeah. I understand this had scarcely anything to do with me. Yet somehow, I couldn't help but apprehend the joy they're experiencing. My whole life had been one hell of a fight. An everlasting war. Though this, this was merely the construct of a new beginning.

Several had grown attached over the last few months, but none like this one. There was something about this avid pair that couldn't help but accentuate my wonders.

Great job to both of you.