*Ryloth, 21 BBY*
(Sorry for the short chapter!)
Detta stood nervously about 4 feet away from me. She was muttering something over and over.
"No attachments." She was flushed. I cursed the stupid Jedi Code.
"Detta." I breathed. She turned to look at me. In one swoop, she grabbed the back of my neck and pressed her lips to mine. I had to lean down to reach. I stiffened.
"Is this ok?" She asked against my lips. I pushed myself back from her. Her voice shook as she whispered. She looked so disappointed in herself. I tipped her chin up to kiss her. Gently, softly. I felt her tense under my hand. When did my hands leave my side? When did her hands reach into my hair? She suddenly froze and pushed herself away from me. "We can't do this." She breathed.
"I'm sorry." My stomach churned with fear and regret. "Should I not have kissed you?" What if I had done something she was uncomfortable with? I couldn't live with myself.
"No-." She raised her eyes to meet mine. "Just...let's go back to the ship.
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FanfictionA young Twi'lek Jedi struggles to navigate a galaxy in turmoil. During the height of the Clone War, when the Jedi need her most, she and her small force of clones vanish. Where did they go? What are they doing? And what will happen when Order 66 te...
