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Vokara frowned as the human sat across from her at the lonely, isolated dining room table she'd chosen for just that reason.
Probably just another hormonal jerk trying to test his seduction skills on her, the pretty Twi'lek who would be even prettier if she would smile.
Vokara didn't feel like smiling, and she was going to make it clear to this idiot who wasn't the first, and unfortunately not the last, to come and bother her.
She stopped before speaking. The guy wasn't even looking at her and was eating in silence, no unnecessary movement, and most importantly, Vokara recognized him. He was the Padawan of the Jinn Knight, Fleekor or something like that. They weren't from the same Clan of Initiates, but she remembered seeing him from time to time at Padawan events like the times when Masters and Knights were encouraged to discover them and select them for Padawan. She was happy for him that he had a Master before he was thirteen, but she was not envious of his situation in any other way. She didn't approve of the Knight Jinn’s general disrespect for anyone who disagreed with him and he was a deplorable patient. Plus, Knight Jinn had taken on a Padawan with Master Yoda's approval without having been a year on his own... it was ridiculously short, he didn't have the patience or wisdom to teach so young and so fast, Master Yoda was definitely biased towards this Jedi, and Vokara didn't like that. She didn't like being reminded that their wisdom figure was failing.
Their eyes met, and Vokara was surprised, she didn't remember that he had blue eyes too.
- Knight Che.
Vokara straightened out of habit and breathed calmly before answering. She didn't think he knew about her promotion, she had been made a Knight less than a month before and Knight Jinn was often on the move.
The braid of hair falling over his shoulder and chest at least made her certain of the other Jedi's rank.
- Padawan Fleekor.
- "Feemor. My name is Feemor," the boy corrected in a whisper, blushing slightly.
- Sorry, Feemor.
- "It's much better than most," he reassured her with a slight smile.
It was sad enough that he was so used to no one remembering him that he didn't even expect his name to be remembered.
- How is your training going with Master Jinn? I don't believe you've been to the Healing Halls for the medical test before the Trials of Chivalry.
Padawan Feemor looked at her with wide eyes, eyebrows naturally expressive before dodging her eyes.
- Ah, I didn't think that...
- I had my doubts about your name, it doesn't mean I don't remember my age mates at all. You were always quiet, the Force is serene around you. Too bad Master Jinn is so loud in the Living Force, you probably would have benefited more from a Master connected to the Unifying Force.
- Aren't you yourself bound to the Living Force?
- Yes, I am, but I didn't choose you as a Padawan... what's that?
- What's what?
- That look, what is it?
- I'm sorry, I... I wanted to ask your advice, but I understand if I'm intruding.
- You're not bothering me, I'm listening.
To be honest, Vokara was as surprised as Feemor at the sincerity of this statement, but she was not going to take back her words or change her mind, she was a woman of her word. She had already begun to develop a reputation as an anti-social Jedi, but that didn't mean she didn't like helping.
She just didn't like jerks. Nor did she like people who took the piss out of her.
Too bad, she was still too young to get the respect she deserved as an individual. It was even annoying that the stereotypes about Twi'lek were so prevalent that even Jedi couldn't escape them.
But Feemor looked at her with respect, he didn't look at her as a youthful conquest, he saw her as an equal, and Vokara liked that.
Years later, when Qui-Gon Jinn would question his teaching abilities and thus the virtue of his first student, Vokara secretly made Feemor a Pledge of Concordance of Loyalty and publicly took him on as an apprentice to the Healing Halls. He was no longer the failed pupil of a maverick but the Padawan of a talented and demanding Healer.
The day Feemor officially became a Healer, he confessed his feelings to her, which had gradually grown beyond friendship.
- I love you more than anything or anyone else, Vokara.
He expected nothing, but Vokara had always loved Feemor too much, perhaps since their first conversation.
- I know, Feemor, I felt it in the Force. I'm proud of the Healer and the man you've become, but... I must admit I'm not unhappy that you're no longer my student.
He understood immediately with a gentle smile and let her take his face and pull him to her, closing his eyes to kiss her tenderly.
Their lips touched, and Vokara could finally touch that short, thin beard. The feel of hair and fur was so strange to her perfectly smooth skin. A movement of Feemor's lips brought her out of her thoughts and back to her body, to the hand on her waist, to the softness of the slightly moist lips that moved against hers, making a long-suppressed desire rise in her belly. Their tongues touched at exactly the same time, they were perfectly in sync, body and mind, it was like a fusion of their beings in the Force that was only waiting to materialise in their bodies. Her right hand gripped the back of the human's neck while her right explored the body beneath her. Touching a fellow human for care and offering love with her hands and her whole body were not the same thing, and Vokara would never go back. When Feemor pulled her closer to him and began to caress her body, Vokara felt her Lek squirm harder and harder between their two bodies, and her love's right hand on her breast made her gasp as much as the other gasped loudly when Vokara rubbed her leg between Feemor's.
- Kriff, I love you so much.
Vokara didn't know if she would ever find the words to express what she felt in the right way, but her Lek didn't have that problem... and Jon had learned enough from Ryl to understand.
Who needed his voice to speak of love when their mouths and bodies could express it?
Vokara was in love with a man worth the world, and she was happy.