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The enemy of my enemy is my most precious friend
“Look, just because we don’t agree now, does not mean…”
“Oh come on Ahsoka, when have we ever agreed on anything remotely related to this?”
“Well, we did that one time. At least.”
“What time?”
“That time, when we almost got into a fight because, well, as we were undecided on which of us…”
“… was going to go on top.”
“Yeah, that time.”
“I remember.”
A solemn spell passes between the two having been at this argument for a while. Or banter as they called it, as they weren’t really arguing now were they.
Then again, they both should have known better. The pull simply too strong.
Blame it on the Force if you must, but there was certainly something so raw, so primitive between the two. As whenever the two ended up in the same space, there is simply no keeping them from each other’s hair or similar type of setup. And soon after, it’s the bedroom beckoning.
Frenemies, perhaps, but that had never stopped them from engaging in this tango of the ages. “And right now? Which way are the fine solar winds blowing for you?”
“I was thinking, top this time.”
“Oh? You were? Just like that?”
“Well, I did let you do it the last time so, yes?”
The one usually being in charge of the play was the coveted position. Not that the bottom was a lesser one by far, getting all the attention during. But they were the take charge kind of gals, so it was in their nature to, conduct.
Another spell of silence passing, something of a negotiating tactic for sure.
“Fine, but, next round, I want to do it.”
“Only if you will behave!”
“I always behave.”
“Nah-ah!”
“Do so too!”
“Well…”
“I do.”
“So, bed then?”
“Yeah. Sure, why not.”