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Title: Dolor
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairings: Shaak/Fay
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Star Wars. It's not my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: After the Battle of Brentaal IV Shaak asks Fay to meet her at a cabin on Lasan.
A/N: Written for the![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
femslashficlets prompt outside. Spoilers for the Jedi: Shaak Ti comic.
Dolor:
There’s a retreat in a clearing deep in the forest on Lasan. It’s not a temple, merely a cabin that can comfortably fit two. It’s warm, almost humid. The scent of the earth and the trees is calming. Shaak Ti closes her eyes, lets the chair she’s sitting in lull her as it rocks back and forth, and smiles at the warmth of the presence heading towards her.
When she opens her eyes, Fay stands at the edge of the clearly. She tilts her head taking in Shaak, dark blonde hair shifting and cascading down her shoulders as she does so. Shaak’s fingers flex, it’s been some time since she braided another person’s hair. She finds it almost meditative and perhaps Fay would let her. She continues to rock as the other woman approaches.
Fay reaches the porch and steps up, feet light. “You were wounded, but you’re mostly healed.”
“Physically yes,” Shaak agrees. “I can see why you like this place, it’s peaceful.”
“It’s a good place to get in touch with the temple, but also feel as though I’m still outside,” Fay agrees.
“I’ve restocked,” Shaak reassures.
“You didn’t ask me here to tell that,” Fay teases.
Shaak sighs. “No. I prefer hunting as a way to enjoy nature, but I doubt that will help me at the moment.”
Fay considers her again, slowly. Shaak stops rocking and meets her gaze. Fay smiles. “Did you ask me to meet you here to talk or have sex?”
Shaak laughs. “Right to the point.”
“That’s always worked best of us in the past.”
Shaak hums a considering noise, then sighs, “May I have both?”
Fay smiles again, amusement dancing in her gray eyes. “Yes, I’d prefer that.”
Shaak grins, already feeling some of her tension and apprehension ease.
Fay shifts her pack and moves a few things around before she pulls out a brush. “Talking or orgasms first?”
Shaak can’t help another laugh. “Come sit down. If I don’t braid your hair first it’ll be a mess by the time we’re both satisfied.”
“I suspected you’d want to talk first,” Fay agrees as she cross the porch and hands the brush to Shaak. Then she sinks into sitting in front of her, setting her pack nearby. “Tell me your troubles.”
Shaak plucks a twig from Fay’s hair and hands it to her. She untangles a few strands with her fingers and then begins to brush. “I’ve been asked to help oversee the clones training and treatment on Kamino.”
Fay makes a sad noise, but doesn’t interrupt. Instead, she gives Shaak space to gather her thoughts.
“In some ways I’ll feel responsible for all of them,” Shaak continues. “I know many of them will die. I will mourn them, just as I have mourned all my padawans.”
“All of them?”
“All of them and I recently had to work with the woman who killed Fe Sun,” Shaak pauses as she watches the way Fay’s hair slides through her hand.
“Is she in custody?”
“She’s dead,” Shaak says, not sure what to do with the hollow feeling those words bring. She takes a slow breath, then reassures, “Not by my hand.”
She goes back to brushing Fay’s hair, taking her time, letting herself get lost in the pleasurable task in front of her.
“How long until you report to Kamino?” Fay asks.
“I’ve been given a week,” Shaak informs her. “And of course, I’ve been asked to talk with a therapist.”
“They can often help with grief or self-reflection.”
Shaak hums her agreement as she continues to brush Fay’s hair.
“I prefer working in the Outer Rim, but I don’t believe I’ve gone near the Rishi Maze,” Fay says. “If you would like some company, it might be time for me to explore that sector.”
Shaak pauses, fingers stilling. “I would welcome the company.”
Fay squeezes her calf, then tilts her head back. Their eyes meet. Shaak grins as she leans in and kisses Fay’s forehead, then thanks her.
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairings: Shaak/Fay
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Star Wars. It's not my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: After the Battle of Brentaal IV Shaak asks Fay to meet her at a cabin on Lasan.
A/N: Written for the
femslashficlets prompt outside. Spoilers for the Jedi: Shaak Ti comic.Dolor:
There’s a retreat in a clearing deep in the forest on Lasan. It’s not a temple, merely a cabin that can comfortably fit two. It’s warm, almost humid. The scent of the earth and the trees is calming. Shaak Ti closes her eyes, lets the chair she’s sitting in lull her as it rocks back and forth, and smiles at the warmth of the presence heading towards her.
When she opens her eyes, Fay stands at the edge of the clearly. She tilts her head taking in Shaak, dark blonde hair shifting and cascading down her shoulders as she does so. Shaak’s fingers flex, it’s been some time since she braided another person’s hair. She finds it almost meditative and perhaps Fay would let her. She continues to rock as the other woman approaches.
Fay reaches the porch and steps up, feet light. “You were wounded, but you’re mostly healed.”
“Physically yes,” Shaak agrees. “I can see why you like this place, it’s peaceful.”
“It’s a good place to get in touch with the temple, but also feel as though I’m still outside,” Fay agrees.
“I’ve restocked,” Shaak reassures.
“You didn’t ask me here to tell that,” Fay teases.
Shaak sighs. “No. I prefer hunting as a way to enjoy nature, but I doubt that will help me at the moment.”
Fay considers her again, slowly. Shaak stops rocking and meets her gaze. Fay smiles. “Did you ask me to meet you here to talk or have sex?”
Shaak laughs. “Right to the point.”
“That’s always worked best of us in the past.”
Shaak hums a considering noise, then sighs, “May I have both?”
Fay smiles again, amusement dancing in her gray eyes. “Yes, I’d prefer that.”
Shaak grins, already feeling some of her tension and apprehension ease.
Fay shifts her pack and moves a few things around before she pulls out a brush. “Talking or orgasms first?”
Shaak can’t help another laugh. “Come sit down. If I don’t braid your hair first it’ll be a mess by the time we’re both satisfied.”
“I suspected you’d want to talk first,” Fay agrees as she cross the porch and hands the brush to Shaak. Then she sinks into sitting in front of her, setting her pack nearby. “Tell me your troubles.”
Shaak plucks a twig from Fay’s hair and hands it to her. She untangles a few strands with her fingers and then begins to brush. “I’ve been asked to help oversee the clones training and treatment on Kamino.”
Fay makes a sad noise, but doesn’t interrupt. Instead, she gives Shaak space to gather her thoughts.
“In some ways I’ll feel responsible for all of them,” Shaak continues. “I know many of them will die. I will mourn them, just as I have mourned all my padawans.”
“All of them?”
“All of them and I recently had to work with the woman who killed Fe Sun,” Shaak pauses as she watches the way Fay’s hair slides through her hand.
“Is she in custody?”
“She’s dead,” Shaak says, not sure what to do with the hollow feeling those words bring. She takes a slow breath, then reassures, “Not by my hand.”
She goes back to brushing Fay’s hair, taking her time, letting herself get lost in the pleasurable task in front of her.
“How long until you report to Kamino?” Fay asks.
“I’ve been given a week,” Shaak informs her. “And of course, I’ve been asked to talk with a therapist.”
“They can often help with grief or self-reflection.”
Shaak hums her agreement as she continues to brush Fay’s hair.
“I prefer working in the Outer Rim, but I don’t believe I’ve gone near the Rishi Maze,” Fay says. “If you would like some company, it might be time for me to explore that sector.”
Shaak pauses, fingers stilling. “I would welcome the company.”
Fay squeezes her calf, then tilts her head back. Their eyes meet. Shaak grins as she leans in and kisses Fay’s forehead, then thanks her.