The Force Won't Save You (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 24

Chapter Twenty-Four

"Darling, wake up." Briar's shoulder was shaken gently, Briar turning her head to look at the woman next to her with tired eyes. Trilla was leaning onto her elbow, looking down at the chief of war with soft eyes.

Briar sighed, stretching the muscles in her shoulders and back. "Is something wrong?" The woman asked, pushing the covers down to expose her bare chest. Both women were only wearing boxers, too tired to fully dress themselves after their... activities... were finished last night.

"No, I only wanted to converse with you before I left with the Fifth Brother for our mission." Briar couldn't hide her smile as she turned to look at the Inquisitor, her eyes dancing over the smooth skin of her clavicle. There was a small mole there, halfway up and slightly to the left. A round dot, slightly darker than the rest of Trilla's skin. Briar wondered who else had seen that mole. Who else took the time to notice it.

Briar rested her hand behind her head, holding it up to look at Trilla better. "Okay, what's your favorite color?" The chief of war asked, Trilla rolling her eyes as she remained on her elbow watching her.

"Don't be so juvenile." The Inquisitor responded. Briar laughed, hitting Trilla on the shoulder gently.

"You can admit you're too embarrassed to say. Oh no, it's pink, isn't it?!" Briar accused, Trilla's mouth falling open in pure shock as her blue-green eyes grew.

"Absolutely not!" Trilla defended, her cheeks reddening as Briar continued to laugh at her. Briar heard a huff as Trilla moved to leave the bed. The laughing woman cried out, grabbing Trilla's arm before she could fully leave the bed.

"I'm kidding! Mine has always been green. The lighter tones, more neutral." Briar confessed, hoping the Inquisitor would listen to her. Trilla glanced over her shoulder at her, slowly lowering her body back onto the bed to face the excitable woman.

Trilla reached out, running a finger over the scar on her shoulder. "I find comfort in the yellows and oranges of the sun setting." The Second Sister spoke softly, as if Briar was going to vilify her for the confession. Warmth spread through Briar's chest, watching the exposed woman in front of her as she hid her face behind her hair. She reached up, pushing back Trilla's hair as the Inquisitor stared at the bedsheets intently.

"Those are beautiful. Much like the woman in front of me." The chief of war whispered, Trilla lifting her head. The Inquisitor couldn't hold her eyes, her cheeks flushing as she sighed.

Briar grabbed Trilla's chin, guiding their eyes to meet. "Beautiful?" Trilla asked. Briar's heart plummeted as she realized the woman in front of her probably hadn't been complimented in such a way. Trilla was seen as an Inquisitor first, she was barely human to the Empire.

"Yes, Trilla. You're absolutely breathtaking. I know you think me childish for speaking like this, but you deserve to be complimented. Not on your lightsaber skills, but on the mundane things. Like how gentle you are, even with all the awful things you've done in the name of the Empire. It feels like the world stops when you look at me. Underneath that intimidating uniform, I see the woman who was taken by the Empire."

Trilla lost her voice after Briar's confession, a heavy sigh leaving her chest as Trilla began looking around the room for something. She was frantic, looking anywhere but at Briar. Concern filled her, grabbing Trilla's face and forcing her to look at her. Trilla was crying. Not because she was upset like with Eve, but because she was so overcome with emotion that her body didn't know how to handle it.

"Hey, it's alright to cry. It's alright, my darling." Trilla whimpered in Briar's hold, her eyes reddened as tears fell down her cheeks in a steady stream. Trilla pushed Briar's hands away, climbing on top of her before Briar could sit up to further comfort her. The Inquisitor laid down, burying her face in Briar's neck as she held onto the pillow underneath Briar's head.