Love Across The Stars (Aayla Secura x Male Reader)

Heart to Heart with the Girls

Shmi POV:

I watched as Sir (Y/N) walked for the tree line. I hear Satine mumble a curse under her breath, turning to her to see her sneer before turning herself and walk to the ship.

This girl.

I look down, a little disappointed to be honest, she seems so sweet, kind and thoughtful...a really smart girl but....not the most aware outside her home world it seems.

I walk over to continue cooking breakfast for the camp while Satine sulked. I don't know how to feel, I understand my purpose but there is so much, my brain tears itself apart..a war of attrition with my heart.

I must obey Sir (Y/N), even though he dosent seem to understand...or dosent care, he saved me...I owe him my life, I may not agree with some of his tendencies but deep down I respect the man.

Satine, she is my friend, she's misguided but I'm sure that's because she wasn't exposed to the horrors we were...a galaxy free of violence would be nice...but it won't happen. She was the first actual friend I've made...ever... but who do I side with?

My son. I also need to be with him. Sir (Y/N) promised me he'd get me to the jedi temple as soon as possible, I have but to hope...

...No it is NOT a matter of hope...

..simply a matter of TIME....

As my mind races I stare blankly into the pot, my hazy senses fail to detect that Satine had sat next to me.I noticed when she gently placed a hand on my back.her warm skin was certainly welcome.

I look over to her, she seemed to have changed, she now wears a beige one peice, much the same as my own, her hair neat and flamboyant, yet still practical...she really is such a pretty girl.

Her pretty sea blue eyes gaze into the abyss  of my soul, wantonly as she moved her cute pink lips to speak...was she wearing make up?

"Are you alright Shmi, you seem troubled." She gives me a small smile and I couldn't help but smile back.

"Oh dear it's nothing you need to worry yourself with...this old banthas just got to get her head straight." I chuckled nervously, looking away slightly.

Satine seemed. To not like my comment as she had raised her voice. Placing her hand gently but firmly inner my jaw, gripping my chin to force me to look at her.

Her eyes no longer filled with question and confusion, sympathetic care but a raw determination and warmth. Those mesmerizing eyes bore into me.

"Don't say that about yourself Shmi, your not an 'old bantha' as you say. Your a mature, beautiful and distinguished woman, smarter than most I've seen, and loving honest and kind. You would say such sweet things about others...why not say them about yourself?"

This girl.

I look, simply astonished by what she said. No one's ever cared that much, life as a slave was starved of compliments and praises, but to hear those sweet simple words, meant more to me than she could ever know...

"I'm sorry mistress Satine, I...I just..None have ever spoken to me like that, I...thank you" I saw looking away and scratch the back k of my head nervously as I blush brighter than a docking platform.

"It's alright Smi we're friends and I-"
She is cut off and I hear sniffing noises, I turn to see the commotion, and...breakfast is burned.

"Oh oh no oh no!" I launch to the pot to try save my blunder as I frantically stir and freak out. I had promised I'd get breakfast ready and I failed...im going to be in trouble for sure.

Satine tried to comfort and help me calm down as she stands next to me and does her best to assist.

"It's alright shmi, it's okay."

"No no it's burned. No I said I'd get breakfast ready and I failed." I lament throwing the spoon down into the pot.

I step away from the pot and step away, covering my face in shame. I failed. You dumb...stupid...useless. I feel myself mely back into that dark place I'd been saved from, it never really seemed to go away.

I feel Satine hands clamp my shoulders as she lightly shakes me, I began crying and Satine decides to up her game by hugging me and patting my head, I don't think it worked as she thought,

As I was taller than her I couldn't exactly cry into her shoulder but she tried anyway. She had her head on my chest and feeling her hand in my hair was much needed.

After a while of gently shushing and cooing, I calmed down... despite the age gap, she is really a good mother figure.
She would make a fine parent one day.

I go into the ship, reluctantly parting, to clean my face and prepare fresh ingredients for the breakfast I will now have to improvise.

Satine POV:

oh that woman, so gentle...so sweet...so kind.

My heart throbs for her, her life must have been a nightmare if she still has those reactions when she fails, she cannot get back up on her own.

She cannot see how truly good she is behind the guise of her crippling trauma and self esteem. If only I could do more. If only I knew how to help.

I was left standing near the fire, I heave the pot off the fire as Shmi got to the ship. These past few days have been hard for her and I.

Defenetly her, tirelessly looking after not only (Y/N) and I but the ship too. She looked so sunken, I think burning the food was a final straw.

She and I, could work together. Peace and harmony. No need for such brash violence...an aura (Y/N) carried on his back often.

I look of into the distant tree line as I see the tall lush trees...I hear a twig snap behind me. My heart immediately thundered in my throat and my veins ran ice.

I was paralised and awated the harsh sound of a blaster bolt...or worse...Shmi was in the ship, I could not warn her. She won't hear me. And I'll die alone.

...

...Only to hear...

....

"Hello there"

...

Scream!!