Silent Reckonings [Yord Fandar x OC]

Chapter 34

After a few days of leading the classes and training Padawans, Elara was finally exhausted. The class had just ended, and she found herself seated on a bench inside the now-empty training hall. Yord had offered to get some water, leaving her alone with her thoughts. She watched his back until he disappeared from view, then let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. She missed him. Yord's presence and assistance with the class had been a great support to her, especially now that Master Norin and Master Sol were preoccupied with gathering leads to locate the Sith.

Elara closed her eyes and leaned against the wall, trying to find some comfort. Fatigue washed over her, and she soon drifted into a light sleep, not hearing Yord's footsteps as he approached. Seeing her asleep, Yord sat beside her quietly, careful not to disrupt her peaceful slumber. He held a water bottle between his hands and observed her. Her lips, a light shade of red, her cheeks with just a hint of color, and her chest rising and falling steadily as she slept.

Her hands rested on her clothed thighs, and her robes were slightly disarrayed, with small strands of hair loose around her face. She looked beautiful.

How he longed to touch her skin, to feel her lips, to run his fingers through her hair. His heart ached for her.

Elara's eyes fluttered open, and she saw Yord's face close to hers, observing her. Without hesitation, Yord leaned in and brushed his lips against hers, his hand gently moving her hair out of her face. At first, she didn't respond, but after a few seconds, she welcomed this moment of weakness. Their kiss was slow and tentative, as if they were afraid to break each other. Their hands gently touched each other's cheeks.

They broke away for a moment, Yord staring at her with furrowed eyebrows, his lips wet and slightly parted. Elara leaned in again, kissing him slowly, afraid that this might end.

"I miss you," Yord whispered against her lips, his voice filled with longing. "Every moment apart feels like an eternity."

"This is wrong," Elara murmured, even as she kept kissing him. "We shouldn't be doing this."

But her words were a whisper against his skin, and her actions betrayed her. She kept kissing him, unable to stop herself. Yord's hands moved to her back, pulling her closer, deepening their kiss. The intensity of their emotions was palpable, a desperate need to be close to one another.

"Yord, we can't," she said, her voice trembling. "The Jedi Code—"

"I know," he interrupted, his voice pained. "But I can't help it. I need you, Elara. Every night, I think of you. I do things to satisfy myself, just to keep the longing at bay."

His confession sent a shiver down her spine. She hesitated, pulling back slightly, her eyes searching his. "Sometimes I think of you while I—" She broke off, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"While you what?" he asked softly, smiling while his eyes never leaving hers.

"While I satisfy myself," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Yord's eyes darkened with a mix of longing and tenderness. He gently brushed his lips against her lower lip, his touch feather-light. "Elara, do you want to tell me more about that?" His voice was a low murmur, filled with curiosity and a touch of vulnerability. "What do you feel when you think of me?"

She looked up at him, her voice barely a whisper. "Alive."

Elara's voice wavered as she spoke, her words tinged with regret. "But the guilt consumes me every time I think about the things we've done. The times I imagine you... doing things to me. It's always there, a reminder of my failures. But despite that overwhelming guilt, I can't help myself. The pleasure you give me overshadows everything else, and I find myself unable to resist it."