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Agen suddenly felt unsettled and stumbled, his whole body became both weak and heavy. His legs gave out on him and he only fell to the ground because Master Koon grabbed him by the waist to steady him. The Zabrak tried limply to hold on, but his body didn't really respond to his brain, which was a little too busy with things so much more important that he couldn't even think about them.
He hadn't believed it.
There was a legend in Iridonia that a Zabrak would recognize his destined person by the scent, the being that was made for him and vice versa, and the legend fit very well with the Force so at the time he had vaguely thought that it would be nice to have a perfect mate and recognize them so simply.
His breathing was rapid and harsh, he was shaking despite Master Koon's best efforts to soothe him with a clumsy hug and invisible support in the Force. Kind, caring, but clearly not enough.
Agen looked up and she was still there, clearly worried for him.
How was he supposed to do that? He was a Jedi Master, one of the twelve representatives, one of the best fighters, one of the toughest and hardest at work... how was he supposed to reconcile that truth with the fact that he was made for Padmé Amidala, Senator of Naboo?
She was sublime, he had already found her objectively beautiful, fragile and clearly not of a fighting build, but her symmetrical aesthetic was rather appealing for a human and now that he combined that with the reality and knowledge that she was his perfect Mate, it was all tenfold. Her bright, caring eyes, her beautifully curled dark hair, her full lips just begging to be kissed...
He clenched his hands, digging his nails hard into his palm to get these ideas out of his head. He risked being expelled from the Jedi Order if he went near her, but at the mere thought of walking away to never see her again, his whole body screamed and something inside him twisted, and for all his resistance to the pain, Agen fell back to the floor, unable to bear the torment.
He couldn't let her go.
The second he realized this and accepted it, the paralyzing knot in his body relaxed and Agen felt in control again. Finally, enough to think clearly.
A draught later, Agen was no longer in control. He could smell something on her, a man smell. This was unacceptable. No man had the right to fucking touch her. She was his.
A second later, surprising both the Senator and her fellow human, Master Koon and Master Yoda, Agen threw himself on the Senator - Companion - and kissed her possessively, he wanted only one thing, to replace that offensive scent with his own, to claim her as his own, that no other man would ever touch her again.
His body sang of satisfaction, but the Force screamed: confusion, fear, panic-
When he managed to regain sensation in his body other than his lips and hands clutching his mate's hair, Agen realized that she was hitting him, trying to push him away. Because he was attacking her. Because he was a monster. He pushed her away and grabbed Master Koon.
- Knock me out.
- What?
- I can't hold it, stun me!
He sensed without seeing it that Master Yoda had intervened first, forcing his mind into unconsciousness, and he collapsed forward, collapsing against Master Kel Dor's chest, who received him with gentle, reassuring gestures.
He was afraid of the consequences, but the worst thing was that he was afraid to wake up and she would be gone forever, because if he lost hope of seeing her again, he didn't know how he would react. The very idea was enough to wake him up and break Master Yoda's suggestion of sleep and the venerable Master had to try again with Master Koon, this time knocking him out in a second.
Better to sleep than to suffer like this.