Star Wars: from conversations / reader requests

1: Craving

So, the idea mostly came from a conversation with @tomriddleswife1 . Also, I wanted to write some fluff.

Note: This contains minor adultery (well... semi-adultery...? depends on how strictly you follow the meaning of the word). It doesn't go much in dept, as I am not accustomed to writing sexual themes, nor do I revel in it. It's my first time writing this kind of stuff, unless if you count that slightly sexual murder scene from SLAGN. So, um... yeah. Yay. Hey, at least it starts off decent and innocent.

Note: This is AU, let's just pretend that Han Solo doesn't exist. To make it less awkward.

Minor note: Leia uses the Force.

You have been warned.

(I don't know if I should regret writing this or not. *Jumps down a hole, remains there for 30 years*)

(Side-note: Wattpad sometimes glitches, so I apologize if there are words linked together instead of having a space between them.

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She helped the elder man into his bedroom. The man's mechanical feet skittered on the ground, emitting slight scratching noises across the hygienic white tiles. With a quick wave of her hand, the door behind them slid down and sealed itself, and the pressurization of the room began. Oxygen hissed from the vents on the ceiling, drowning out the elder man's quiet, rhythmic wheezing for a few seconds. The lights in the room were dimmed, to accommodate for the man's sensitive, near-blind eyes.

Her brother was still at the party. She had made sure he was drunk enough to fall asleep there, and even added some... substances to his alcohol, to guarantee him not to return.

After all, the day had finally come. She didn't want to be disturbed tonight.

She had also easily managed to distract her father, who was nearly blind and deaf in the first place and couldn't keep a good eye on her brother anyway- all the while cutting both off from the Force without being noticed. Another drug or two, applied using discrete but unsuspicious movements, ensured they were too dazed to figure anything out until she had achieved her intentions. Of course, the drugs wouldn't cause permanent damage to the brain and body; she made sure to that.

Slowly, the pair made their way to where the exhausted man would rest. When they had almost arrived, the aged one stumbled and nearly fell to the ground, if it weren't for the younger one's quick reflexes that caught his arms and gradually helped him stand back into an upright position. The man wheezed, his mechanical joints groaning a little. With a grunt, the elder man settled onto the bed and grumbled something about turning senile, while she carefully took off his breath mask. The man smiled at her, muttering some raspy thanks as his scars stretched across his pale face. She cupped a hand on the back of his head, gave him a quick kiss on his mutilated cheek, then turned to set his transparent mask, as well as his portable oxygen tank, onto the nearby nightstand.

She asked him if he would like a glass of water. He ignored her at first, fidgeting his metal fingers around in search of the buttons that would free him from his daytime life-support. As his ruined lungs began adjusting to the room's oxygen, his chest ached, and he was soon thrown into a coughing fit. She hurriedly sat onto the bed and scooted next to him, running her hands along his back and comforting the frail man. As he recovered, she asked him again, this time whispering next to his ear as she helped him detach the life-support.

The man craned his neck and leaned in, wishing to see and hear her better. He knew his little angel had asked something, but it wasn't loud enough for his terribly impaired ears. She needed to raise her hushed tone- hearing aids won't be arriving until next week.