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Ahsoka and the unusual fling
There she was, the belle of the ball. Mon Mothma herself, dressed in a pretty dress, a smile on her face as she usually did. Ahsoka could not help but to stare at her.
The two had been part of the Rebellion, having worked together, then become fast friends, and now, in the New Republic, they still did both, and more. So much more.
The party was going on, Mon entertaining the guests while Ahsoka preferred to remain in the sidelines. But she loved to observe Mon manoeuvring among the partygoers, chatting each and everyone up she met, addressing them all by name.
She was really good like that. And Ahsoka could not help but admire her.
Mon was getting looks as well, from the plethora of admirers she had. But tonight, that did not matter. They could look, stare, glance all they wanted. As when the party was over, the guests gone, the lights switched off, Mon, belonged to Ahsoka.
Ahsoka made herself comfortable, having made her observation spot where she could see the whole ball room. The soft and solemn seat strategically placed so nobody would be able to come and sit beside her.
As Ahsoka, wanted to be alone for now. Only watching her dear darling Mon.
Sipping on her drink, she watched the Senator stroll around the room, every now and again giving a glance and a look Ahsoka’s way. A smile emerging impossibly wide every single time as she did. On both their faces.
The knowing glances shared between the two secret lovers, a promise of things to come when the party was over.
Mon sometimes flirting with the party goers, wanting to rile her lover up just a tad. But Ahsoka wasn’t moving, rather getting a few ideas of her very own. On how to payback Mon for her, discretions.
A game of theirs, which never really got old no matter how much they played it.
Mon kept going on, entertaining the guests, while Ahsoka remained in her spot, watching, observing, fantasising, of the moment she would have her lover in her arms again.