Between Two Worlds-Luxsoka

only one

Steadily, Ahsoka Tano began to get better. Soon her injuries that remained were bruises and a still broken patella.

But Ahsoka didn't really mind. She was out of the chair and was beginning to walk on her own—although she still wore Lux's shirts.

And Lux was happy that Ahsoka was accepting him more and more. She didn't snap at him when he aided her or shuddered when he rubbed her back anymore. 

This, he thought, is a plus.

Shortly after Ahsoka started walking again, Lux took her to inner-city Iziz, to shop and explore. Though things relatively stayed the same when Ahsoka last visited, she was still excited about the tour. It's because he wants to spend time with you.

"Look," Lux said, practically dragging Ahsoka to a corner shop, "you have to try the Jogan fruit! It is absolutely divine."

Ahsoka never had quite the delicacy before. Usually ration sticks for a mission; and if she was lucky, blue milk. Quickly, Ahsoka took the odd-shaped fruit from the senator's pale hand, and stuffed the piece into her mouth.

"This is delicious!" she said, mouth dripping fruit juice.

"Told you," Lux responded, wiping the dribble away from her lips. But his fingers remained: thumb on the corner of the bottom lip, pointer and middle on the cheek bone, and the other three wrapping under her newly-healed jaw.

Gazing into each other's eyes, both leaned in, until the space between them was less than an inch.

Both Lux and Ahsoka's chests thumped with the newly-found sensation. And neither of them minded the tingles from down below.

"Ahsoka, I don't think I've told you how beautiful you are." Ahsoka melted into the compliment; and in response, Lux wrapped his arms around her waist to keep her from falling.

"You're not too bad yourself, Senator," Ahsoka replied, lekku burning from flattery. Kiss him, echoed through Ahsoka's head and up into her montrals. Okay. But only one.

Lux grinned while stroking the Togruta's left lek. He thought the pattern was pretty on her. He regretted not showing his affection earlier; regretted how he acted when she last visited.

But he didn't regret then.

In a flash, Lux's lips crashed against Ahsoka's. In return, Ahsoka kissed back, orange hands crawling to the boy's chest.

Ahsoka didn't realize how hungry for Lux she was until his lips left hers a few moments later. "Sorry," Lux started. "I shouldn't have done that—" But Ahsoka cut off his sentence by kissing him again, hugging his neck.

A small part of Lux wanted to rip his shirt off of Ahsoka right then; to acknowledge the tightness down below. But he knew he couldn't.

Before long the two separated. Each were flooded with embarrassment, giddiness, and shyness.

"I just wanted to say, Lux, I liked that. Like a lot. Can we maybe do it again sometime?"

Insides jumping for joy, Lux nodded in agreement. Pulling her close to him, the two set off to discover all the wonders of Iziz.

A few hours later, Ahsoka's knee grew incredibly sore, so Lux brought her back to their place in the palace. It was getting late, anyway.

The two felt pretty happy about what they found. A few pairs of legging-like pants for the Togruta, and new slacks for the senator.

Walking to the dining hall—hand in hand—Lux offered hot blue milk for the girl to his side. She happily accepted.

Dear Ahsoka, I'm helplessly in love with you but I'm too much of a chicken to actually admit it.

Unaware of Lux's thoughts, they walked together to a lone corridor.

Now Ahsoka was confused. Did she like him? Did she really accept a kiss from Lux? Why does she want to do this again? Ahsoka decided those questions were a tomorrow-problem. She was going to deal with her being alone with a hot boy.

Instinct seemed to kick in for the both of them. Lux's pale fingers begun to dance carefully around Ahsoka's waist, landing distinctively at the top her her butt. Lekku darkening, Ahsoka clutched the neck of Lux's polo tightly.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed you wanted this," Lux blurted out of the blue.

"No!" Ahsoka contradicted. "I. . . . actually don't mind it. It's just. . . . I don't know. But don't stop."

Leaning her back, Lux kissed her fervently. "Good! Because now I can say you look good. And I have to say, you'd look good in my bed."

"Lux!" Ahsoka scolded, punching him playfully in the arm. "Not so loud!"

Giggling like a youngling, Lux kissed her again. But this time around, it was Ahsoka who pushed him back—evidently into a wall—and begun to suck slightly in the crook of his jaw.

Pants seeming to shrink, Lux flipped her around, pressing their hips together, and kissed Ahsoka; tongue slipping into her lower lip.

In response, Ahsoka's fingers crawled into the brown hair of Bonteri, twisting the hair around her fingers like a thread. Ahsoka didn't know what she was feeling, but all she knew was she liked it.

I thought I told you only one kiss?

Shut up, you.

Lux knew they should stop. Before it got too heated too quickly. And besides, they were in a hallway. Any second someone could walk down. Neither of them would ever hear the end of it.

However, they didn't stop. Ahsoka's orange hands began to slip under the hem of the polo; while where Lux's hands resided, he gave a short squeeze.

Kissing each other harder, the wall behind Ahsoka seemed like it would cave in. Lux's lips began to trail gently from her lips, to her neck, giving a short kiss, then to her collarbone, giving what Ahsoka thought were kisses.

They weren't kisses.

Collarbone tickling, Ahsoka's pointer finger danced down the senator's spine. She felt the tingling sensation again, but didn't know what it was.

Suddenly, quick footsteps came down the hall, and the two quickly separated. "Hello, Jupa!" Lux said trying to act casual. But Jupa knew what the two were just doing. Both were red, Lux's hair was a mess, polo untucked, and Ahsoka sported hickeys around her neck.

"Hello, sir." Jupa gave a curt nod and went along her way.

When the coast was clear, the two remaining teenagers burst out into a fit of laughter. When they settled down, they turned for their quarters.

However, Ahsoka followed Lux to his. "My cot is cold. Can I sleep in yours tonight? Just for extra warmth?"

"Of course," Lux replied, patting a spot next to him. Laying together, Ahsoka's legs quickly wrapped around his thighs. Finalizing their sleeping positions, Ahsoka leaned her head on Lux's chest.

"Goodnight, beautiful."

"Goodnight, senator."

holy heck another update! i'm like shooting these out. wOw.

okay so like that was really exciting to write, and more will be coming!