Saga Tides of Passion: a Kit/Aayla fic

Okay, as I am quite possibly the only Kit/Aayla 'shipper in these here forums, I felt compelled to write this. This is my very first fanfic and am quite ready to be laughed right out of town for my mushy efforts

It's not overly long, but I did split it up into a few chapters which I will post one right after another since there aren't that many. Read away?

Title: Tides of Passion
Author: Darth Snuggle
Timeframe: Post AotC
Characters: Aayla Secura, Kit Fisto
Genre: Romance
Keywords: Kit/Aayla, EU, PT, AOTC
Rating: PG (I guess. Never been good at rating things.)
Summary: After a near-death experience, Aayla Secura contemplates and then tests the boundaries of Jedi doctrine against love with Kit Fisto.
Disclaimer: The Star Wars universe and all therein (all the way down to the itsy-bitsy midichlorians) is property of George Lucas. Aayla Secura created by John Ostrander and Jan Duursema. This work of fiction is for entertainment purposes only, no copyright infringement is intended, so it is no use suing me, madame. I have no more money! (?It is no use suing me, madame. I have no more money!? is inspired by the quote, ?It is no use blackmailing me, madame. I have no more money!? from the motion picture ?Clue.? Copyright Paramount Pictures and is used for entertainment purposes only. No copyright -- oh, you get the idea...)
Author?s Notes: This fic is based on the original short story ?Tides of Terror? by Milton Freewater, Jr. as featured in the comic magazine ?Star Wars Tales? #14. It is also inspired by a now-vanished fanfic of basically the same premise but with an OC replacing Kit (credit would be given if I could actually remember anything more than that). Aayla may also be less than her usual composed self, but it?s hard to get your mush on when you?re dealing with two upstanding members of the Jedi Order.


Chapter 1


?Force, this feels so good,? Jedi Master Kit Fisto murmured as he stood under the showerhead in his private refresher. He was a Nautolan, and as an amphibious species he was accustomed to operating on both land and water, but he always felt so much better in the latter. Maybe that was why he had volunteered for the assignment here on Kamino to train the new Army of the Republic. And perhaps that was why the Council granted his request. They knew of his aquatic prowess and wisely considered him the best suited for instructing the clones in underwater combat exercises.

The warm water streamed over the Jedi?s head tentacles and down his back, washing away the tension of the battle that took place only hours before. One of Sayn Ta?s disgruntled technicians had been secretly working for the Separatists to develop and release a nano-virus engineered to kill the Republic?s clone soldiers. Had she succeeded, the Republic?s defenses would have been crippled; but he and Aayla Secura, a young Twi?lek Jedi who had just joined the Kamino assignment a short time earlier, had uncovered the plot before any significant damage could be done. Their pursuit of the Kaminoan ended in a fierce battle atop a landing platform where the traitor accidentally injected herself with her own virus and killed herself. Thankfully, enough of the virus remained for the cloners to develop a vaccine. It had been a close call. Had they been a few minutes slower, the traitor would have escaped. But it had been a harrowing experience for his fellow Jedi.

The Kaminoan?s personal starship was already lifting off by the time they had fought their way through the squad of Super Battle Droids guarding her flank. He managed to disable her craft with a carefully aimed throw of his lightsaber, but as he rolled with the impact of the explosion, he heard Aayla?s cry behind him. He turned in time to see the last droid toppling off the platform and taking her with it. He immediately leapt in after her, knowing how deep and tumultuous the water was beneath them and that even Jedi wouldn?t be able to hold their breath long enough to fight their way to the surf

 

Kit! I love seeing Kit in fanfictions.

 

Author?s Notes: When doing research for this fic, I read that Twi?leks had multiple stomachs. Now, I don?t know how canon this is, but it did make Aayla sound more ?alien? so I went with it.


Chapter Two


Shortly, Aayla found herself standing in front of Master Fisto?s apartment. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. Tentatively, the young Jedi rang the chime.

Brilliant, Aayla, her mind reprimanded. And suppose someone spots you at Master Fisto?s door this late in the evening? Can the Council rescind knighthood on the grounds of foolishness? Quickly, she looked around to make sure no clones or Kaminoan technicians were wandering the halls. Just then, she heard the door slide open. Aayla turned back to find Master Fisto clad in nothing but a towel.

?Oh!? she cried, color suddenly rising to her cheeks. ?Master Fisto -- I didn?t realize... I?m sorry to have disturbed you...? she stammered. ?I?ll... I?ll just go --?

?It?s alright, Aayla,? Kit said with a reassuring smile, finding her embarrassment mildly amusing, ?I just got out.? Tilting his head to one side, his features became more serious. ?Is there something wrong??

?Nothing, Master Fisto...? she replied, trying to avert her eyes from his slick, muscled frame. ?It can wait until morning.?

?Nonsense, I can feel your anxiety.? He turned his body slightly to grant her entrance. ?Please, come in.?

The young Twi?lek accepted his invitation distractedly. ?Thank you, Master Fisto.?

?And I thought we had agreed that you would stop calling me ?Master,?? he laughed. ?I have never been comfortable with honorific titles.? He gestured to the small sofa. ?Have a seat. May I offer you something to drink??

?No thank you? Kit,? she replied awkwardly. The tingle in her stomachs began to grow and she fidgeted nervously.

?Very well. Now if you?ll excuse me for a moment, I?ll go put something on.?

Aayla couldn?t help but watch Kit as he walked to his bedroom, taking in the broad shoulders beneath his cluster of head tentacles and the way his muscled back tapered down in a v-shape to his trim waist and tight --

Aayla! she screamed at herself. She quickly turned away, focusing on the lamp next to her and desperately trying to find it fascinating. It was only then that she registered the scantiness of her own attire and she turned a deeper shade of red.

Oh Goddess! Just leave right now, you foolish girl.

As she was about to get up, Kit returned from his bedroom. He was dressed only slightly more modestly than before, a pair of brown linen shorts glimpsed for a second as he tied a dressing robe loosely about himself, his brawny chest still in full view.

?So Aayla, tell me what it is that?s troubling you,? he said, coming to sit on a small stool opposite her.

The young Jedi didn?t know where to begin. What would be the best way to broach the situation without seeming like an adolescent Padawan infatuated with a fellow student? Perhaps the best way would simply be to state it as dispassionately as possible. She looked up, meeting Kit?s gentle, unblinking black eyes as he awaited a response.

?I?m having difficulty calming my mind,? she found herself saying instead.

?Because of what happened on the platform,? he added.

?Yes, Master.?

?Kit,? he corrected her gently.

A little smile formed on her lips. ?Kit.?

Kit smiled back. It was good to see her smile; she did have a very pretty one, after all. And it also meant she was beginning to relax. He felt her anxiety lessen slightly, almost imperceptibly, but it was a start.

?I have been trying all the prescribed techniques, but my thoughts are still unruly. I cannot focus.? Her smile faded, replaced by a frown.

?It was a trying ordeal, Aayla. I too, found myself dwelling on the events for longer than normal.?

Aayla shifted slightly but said nothing.

Kit pursed his lips, his cranial sensors swaying slightly. Something was amiss -- he could sense she wasn?t telling the entire truth. Her surface thoughts offered no

 

Oi! Liking this all ready! I loved that in the comics! Totally surprised her with that move! (helping her breathe)

Great job!! Can't wait for more if it is allowed

 

Me too Kudzu It's a rarity I always cherish when I do come across an appearance! I hope I'm doing his character justice in my story.

Okay, last chapter...


Chapter Three


Aayla?s lips gently pressed against Kit?s once more as she held his face in her hands; a kiss that was soft yet tinged with nervousness and wonder. His blood warmed as she leaned in closer, feeling her body gently brush against him and he found that his hands had stopped resisting; instead they slowly closed around her waist. In response, he heard a soft pleading whimper escape Aayla?s mouth as she opened her lips against his. It was then that all the rationalizing and complexities of his training fell away and the only thing that filled his mind was her.

They broke the kiss, pulling back slightly as they caught their breath. Tentatively, he reached up and brushed her cheek with his fingers. The fringes of doubt lingered in his mind until she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. Taking his hand in hers, she lovingly kissed each webbed digit. He groaned her name while she traced one fingernail along his strong jaw. It skated down his chin, crooking under it to pull his mouth to hers again. This time the kiss was more insistent, more intense from them both as they surrendered to their feelings and held each other tightly. Kit ran his fingertips along one of her lekku experimentally and was rewarded with a sharp gasp and an involuntary shudder that ran through her entire body. Her arched neck granted him access to her delicate throat, so he lowered his head, wanting to taste her further.

Aayla?s breath grew more labored as his kisses played across her sensitive skin, and she repressed a tickled laugh when he nuzzled the collar of her robe aside with his nose to expose more of her bare skin to his lips. She sighed, pressing herself harder against Kit, clutching his head in her hands and kissing and running her open lips over his cranial tendrils. She could feel his desire for her, his need for every centimeter of her being as well as hers for his; a lifetime of repressed desires building, threatening to overwhelm them utterly.

She tilted her head further to one side, wordlessly encouraging him to kiss her more. Kit?s body ached from the heat of her body and his hearts raced, feeling like they would burst at any moment. His lips traveled further down, meeting the swell of her breast. ?Kit...? she breathed. He lifted his head and looked deeply into her eyes.

It was a question. A request. A plea.

Taking her hands, he gently pulled her with him to his bedroom.

Aayla lowered her head demurely while her heart beat faster with every step they took towards his bedchamber. She felt like a child again: shy, yet curious, a thousand conflicting emotions surging through her heart at the thought of this most serious step they were taking. Finding them at the foot of his bed, she looked up to find Kit?s eyes swirling with an intensity she?d never seen before, one that made her tremble with its hidden meaning. Kit brought his lips to hers once more and she felt an overwhelming sense of comfort in his touch. Lost in the sensations, she did not think of herself as a Jedi. She was just a female, in the arms of a male, wanting to experience all the pleasures they could bring to each other. Letting him guide her onto his bed, Aayla closed her eyes and as she felt his arms wrap her in a protective embrace, a voice in her head whispered, I love you...

***

Kit groaned softly as he awoke. Aayla was curled up beside him, her head nestled in the crook of his shoulder while his arm was wrapped gently around her waist. He could feel one of her smooth legs draped across him and a delicate hand resting on his chest, covered by his own. Kit reflected on how natural it felt to have Aayla lying next to him, sharing his bed, as he absently began stroking his thumb across her hand while he looked at her.

Her head-tails lay languidly across the pillow and the bed sheet was pulled up modestly to her chest. Her eyes were closed, long

 

Thanks very much Kynstar! Yeah, that comic is one of my favorites, even if they aren't behaving quite in-character I was surprised that it's alluded to in the Republic comic, if only vaguely.

Yeah. There was more, but my Master and I agreed that some of it needed trimming in order to keep in line with the regulations of the board. To be honest, it didn't get much steamier, just a few of lines needed clipping.

Well, that's it. I hope you all enjoyed it!

 

Ohhh wonderful ending! They allowed themselves to be swept away! If only for once!

Great job! You did excellent on characterization I totally enjoyed it!

 

Thanks again Kynstar! Keeping Aayla and Kit "in-character" was really important to me, so I read and re-read everything I had on them in my collection to try to get their voices down (even asked Mr. Ostrander for advice on how he gets his characters to all sound unique - although I made no mention of what I was planning for his Twi'lek Jedi )

I hope the discussion about the Code worked, that was the cause for my deciding to write the fic in the first place

 

Yay more Aayla and Kit fanfic. Now if someone would write any Khaleen and Quin fic I'd be in heaven. Lovely descriptions of emotions and feelings, using wonderful language. I loved Aayla's hesitancy and Kit's struggle to be Jedi like. It's a sad ending but at leas they got one night together.

 

Thank you Hananiah Are there other Kit/Aayla fanfics out there? If so, I'd love to read them!

Another thing that made me write the fic was that quote George Lucas made about Jedi being permitted to have sex, but they couldn't form attachments. For some reason that never sat well with me. So the story was kind of my way of rationalizing that statement into something I could understand - in this case, having feelings for each other but also acknowledging their responsibilities.

I brainstormed two more fics to follow up this one, but they're much more complex (they even have, like, plots and stuff ), but it seems way too daunting a task for a novice like myself. I'm an illustrator, not a writer.

 

Well, this is a proud moment for me, *sniff* My first ever Padawan has posted his first ever fanfic!

Excellent job, Snuggles!

(I think this may be the first time I've replied to anything at all in "The Saga")

~Abby~

 

Thank you Master! You were of great help to me

 

Very nice story! It was good to see more of Kit and Aayla, especially in a romantic context.

 

Thanks Reihla! Glad you enjoyed my little story

 

I LOVE this story!! I've always wanted to read an authentic Kit/Aayla romance story, but my seaches have thus far been fruitless until this evening. THANK YOU!!

 

And thank you MasterlessPadawan-K9 I've seen a few Kit/Aayla romance ficlets on another SW fanfic site. IM me if you'd like a link to it.

 

Wow! This was great - so descriptive and romantic!! I never realized I was such a Kit/Aayla shipper!

Oh, my heart was breaking for them at the end!! If you decide to continue this at all, I'll be right there, reading every word!

Again, well done!!

 

Many thanks VA_Parky I had some ideas of follow-ups, but they've gotten rather ambitious and I'm really not a writer. I might post vignettes if inspiration strikes me, though!

 

Wow. I read this and never replied- so sorry! Anyways, this was really great! I loved, loved, loved the romance and the angst. Very good job.

 

Very nicely written! Quite an interesting pair, it was good to see something different. I love how you had Kit get out of that cuddle, made me laugh

 

That's perfectly alright, Siaynoqsbride, I do that sometimes too Thanks for the compliment!

And thank you too serendipityaey! I think I'd have taken much longer to get out of that cuddle than Kit, though