Control The Uncontrollable // The Acolyte

38. You need me

"Did you know I would come?" A familiar dark voice spoke.

You smiled weakly.

"The darkness will always crave the light," You turned around, facing him.

Qimir.

Every Jedi had their tricks, yours happen to be shielding your mind. Of course, you were not going to tell the Jedi council how well you knew Qimir. Especially not before you knew yourself to what extant. Tonight you found yourself in a little cabin, in the oute rim. What Qimir didn't know was that you were not here alone. Master Elzar was waiting by your ship. What Elzar didn't know, was that you also had your own plans for this evening. Qimir huffed out a little smile by your words.

"You're back in white," He stated, his eyes flickering you up and down.

"A suitable color for a Jedi Master," You answered

"A color doesn't change what's underneath," He teased.

A smirk grew on his lips. Jedi Master now? He did not need to be a Dejarik player to understand you had played some sort of game to gain the rank, but he couldn't help himself to be a bit proud. It would never have happened if it wasn't for him and his actions. Of course, it was tragic for you to lose your loving best friend Yodel, no... what was it again? Yord, it was. It was him who had taken the rank from you, Qimir had simply helped to give you what you deserved. He knew it was just a matter of time before you would forgive him.

"So shall I call you Master now?" He asked.

A table stood between the two of you, but it felt like you had never been closer before. You knew he was teasing you. Knowing made it easier to control. You lifted your old lightsaber, and waved it in the air for him, before you threw it on the table.

"You didn't think I would notice you put a tracker in it?" You lifted your eyebrow.

"You're assuming, I didn't want you to know," he smiled his charming smile.

You laughed low, guess it was time to cut to the chase.

"I have an issue... In the order," Your eyes wandered out the window.

Qimir turned around, tempted about your sudden change of mood. Your tone was different from before. It felt more... sinister. Qimir was intrigued. He was interested.

"You didn't finish the job," Your eyes drew back to Qimir.

He tilted his head, what did you mean by that? Qimir was more than aware that Sol was still out there, but it was little he could do about it as long as Sol was just hiding inside the temple. When it came to the last time you met, on that sandy dusted planet, Qimir was more than confident that he killed Yord. It was no chance he, or anyone in that station, survived. Qimir walked over to you. He moved your chin, so you were facing him as you spoke.

"Yord's padawan was hidden underneath the station, I have reason to believe she heard the conversation," Qimir could sense you were not proud of the words you spoke.

"You want me to kill her?" Qimir stepped closer, causing you to sit up on the table.

You got silent.

"You're going to have to use your words, love," Qimir smirked.

Ah, to say that Qimir was thrilled was an understatement. He could feel his own arousal, simply by the thought of you asking him such violent question. You were so innocent, so perfect, and it made him beyond attracted to you hearing you suggest what he believed your plum lips were saying. Qimir open up your legs. His fingers trailing on the inside of your thighs. He could feel your body reacting to his touch, so shallow, so little, so out of control. Qimir placed himself in the middle.