Pleasure Before Business

Chapter 2: Open My Eyes

"Have you two gone mad?" Bastila exclaimed. She tried to rise, but she was held down by a tangle of their limbs.

Bastila felt Carth's warm breath caress her ear, and shivered. "We've both got room in our hearts for you. I know it sounds crazy, but it's true," he murmured.

"Let us love you, Bastila. Stay with us tonight," Revan said in a husky voice as she pressed a searing line of kisses along Bastila's jaw. "You shouldn't be alone anymore."

"I... I can understand why you would be willing, Revan, given the strength of our bond... but how can you go along with this, Carth?" Bastila said, turning to look into the soldier's eyes. Had Revan somehow mesmerized him into obeying her commands? Corrupted him to this extent?

"I care about you, too, Bastila," Carth replied, his gaze not wavering from hers. "It's clear my friendship isn't enough to get you through this. I might not have a bond like you do with Revan, but that doesn't mean we can't be... more than friends."

Bastila could not discern any coercion in his eyes, try as she might as she used the Force to examine his mind. He exhibited none of the symptoms of having been persuaded. It seemed his offer was genuine, despite its lunacy.

The confusion on Bastila's face must have been apparent to Revan, because she said, "Look, you don't have to decide right away. You should see what you're getting into first."

Bastila could not discern the meaning of the look Revan exchanged with Carth, but it seemed to be a signal for them both to back off.

Carth unwound his arms from around Bastila; she was left bereft of his warmth. She tried to tell herself that it was a false security, an illusion, but it was difficult to convince herself of that. His kiss, the sensation of his stubble, seemed to linger on her skin like a brand.

"Those bounty hunters can't all have come after you--they have to have left some guarding their backs. They've got to be wondering where their comrades are right at this moment. If you try to leave the planet now, they'll spot you in a second," he said.

The change in subject, and their withdrawal from her, was a relief. Bastila tried to ignore the traitorous voice inside her that said she had enjoyed every moment.

Revan waved an arm at the tiny room they were in. "This is our ship, the Little Hawk. We're sitting in the middle of Bellassa's main spaceport--I'm pretty sure no one saw us board. You'll be safe as long as you're here."

"We'd better keep to our dock until we're scheduled to lift off tomorrow," Carth warned. "A spectacular escape now will just set off all sorts of alarms that'll draw attention we don't want."

"Say you'll stay, Bastila?" Revan wheedled.

"If... if I leave now... I would simply draw their wrath down upon you both," Bastila said slowly. She took a deep breath when she saw their nods. "Very well. I will stay."

Carth's smile blinded her. "Great! That's settled, then."

Bastila held up a restraining hand. "I will only stay until you launch tomorrow. I still think you are mad to offer... what you are offering."

"Are you hungry, Bastila?" Revan asked, breaking the awkward silence that had descended.

"No... I have already eaten," Bastila replied. Food is not what I am hungry for. Immediately she tried to suppress that idea. She had wandered into some very strange waters indeed for her discipline to be fraying so badly. "But I must admit that I am tired... it has been a long day for me."

"Been a long day for us, too," Carth said. "We were in such a hurry to find you, we didn't even sync our time cycles with Bellassa. The sun's out, but my body thinks it's time for bed."

"Uh... speaking of beds..." Revan's voice trailed off. "Bastila, are you well enough to stand?"

Bastila nodded and stood, shaking off Carth's supporting hand with some irritation. She watched as Carth pushed the sofa into a slot in the wall, and swung a bed down from its niche. It was quite large considering the small room it sat in; its presence seemed to taunt Bastila, hinting at the acts that had been performed on it.

Acts she could join in, if she so desired.

"If you don't mind my asking, where is the Ebon Hawk?" Bastila said, trying to move her mind away from the track it was heading down. "Did you give it away to the Exile?"

"The Ebon Hawk is way too recognizable now," Carth answered. "I gave him another ship. Considering what that Atton fellow did to the Hawk, he's lucky I didn't shove that so-called pilot out the nearest airlock." His voice was full of indignation at what had been done to his beloved Ebon Hawk.

"I'm afraid this is the best Carth could do," Revan said apologetically. "It's a converted long-range fighter."

"I know the outside looks like it's been through a few wars, but I made sure I installed the latest in technology on the inside. It's got the best engines and hyperdrive I could find. The cannons are the same caliber as the ones installed on the Ebon Hawk," Carth said proudly.

"I don't care if this ship can blow Bellassa into tiny, bite-sized chunks--it's damned small," Revan retorted.

"You were expecting a luxury yacht?" Carth snapped back. "Anything this little ship can't destroy, it can outrun."

Bastila held up her hands. "It is the first safe place I have found in all these months, my friends, and that is the only luxury that matters." Hopefully, she added, "Is there a 'fresher on this ship?"

Carth grinned. "There sure is. It was the first thing I fixed up--it looked and smelled like a herd of bantha had been living in it."

"I'll show you," Revan offered. She led Bastila out into a short corridor. "Second door on the left of the cockpit. The rest are just storage bays--the last one there is the galley, and this one is the workshop."

Taking her pack with her, Bastila nearly burst into tears when she saw a clean, tiled refresher. She had made do with the dirtiest, grimiest of hotels on her travels, and sometimes she had not been able to reach a real bath for weeks at a time. Washing with a cloth from a small basin of water was not the same.

Bastila checked her wounds, to find that the kolto had done its work. She stripped off her damaged jumpsuit, made a face at the holes, and stuffed it into the cleaning hamper. Feeling almost guilty, she took her time sampling the simple amenities, and spent long minutes turning under the sonic. Luxuriating under the spray, she stretched and twisted as every particle of dirt, sweat and grime was washed away.

Now that she was alone, she could contemplate their startling offer in peace. There had been tales of Revan's many sexual exploits floating around the Jedi Temple and the Dantooine enclave, so her willingness was not that surprising. What truly bothered her was Carth's attitude.

She had had plenty of time to observe the soldier on their travels, and had come to the conclusion that his grief and need for revenge had turned him into an intensely private--not to mention paranoid--man. His devotion to his wife and his loyalty to the memory of her death even after four years was commendable, even if his obsession to hunt Saul Karath down was not.

How, then, could he bear to share Revan in this manner? To share himself with a person he had always acted so coolly and professionally towards?

After placing her dirty clothes in the cleaning hamper, Bastila returned to the bedroom. She halted, frozen on the threshold as she stared at the sight before her.

Revan was locked in a passionate embrace in the arms of her lover, her jumpsuit open to her navel, her full breasts pressed against Carth's bare chest. The orange jacket he could never be parted from hung open on his broad shoulders, giving Bastila a small view of the hair on his muscular stomach. Revan turned her head slightly and winked at Bastila.

Carth looked up at Bastila's small gasp, pulling back from Revan far enough for her to see the enormous bulge in his trousers. "Come in, Bastila," he said softly. The gentleness and acceptance on his face nearly undid her.

"I... I can sleep in the cockpit," Bastila stammered as she backed away.

"Bastila, please stay," Revan said, letting go of Carth and holding out a hand to Bastila. "Let us show you what we can do for you."

Every instinct in Bastila screamed for her to stay, to let them take her into their embrace, even as her mind told her to flee far, far away. She tried to remember the words of the Jedi Code. All she could remember was the first line.

There is no emotion... there is peace... But there was no peace in the turmoil of her heart.

She had longed for the oblivion of death. What if there was another alternative?

What did she have to lose, after all? There was nothing left for her. Her father had died fighting a krayt dragon, and her mother had succumbed to her sickness despite the best medical attention credits could buy. The Jedi Masters had joined with the Force.

No one cared about her, and no one would mourn her passing--except for these two.

Almost unwillingly, Bastila took a step forward, then another, encouraged by the love she saw in their faces. Revan took a glass already filled with wine from a low table and offered it to her. Bastila took it in a trembling hand, shaking so much the wine nearly slopped out. This time she did not shrug Carth off when he offered a steadying hand.

She gulped the wine down, the liquor blazing a trail down her throat. It did nothing to assuage the longing and desire in her belly as she watched her friends continue to slowly undress.

Revan's cheeks were flushed with more than just the effect of the wine as Carth pushed her trousers down while he suckled on her breasts. She stepped out of them as they pooled around her ankles, having already divested herself and Carth of their boots. She wore nothing but a pair of black lacy panties.

Carth shrugged out of his jacket, revealing his toned, muscular torso. He groaned softly when Revan squeezed his huge erection through his trousers. Bastila held her breath as Revan undid the fasteners and tugged the garment down with excruciating slowness. The size of him took what was left of Bastila's breath away when his cock was finally freed from its confines.

Through the lust that blanketed her mind, Bastila noted that they both wore no undergarments beyond Revan's panties, which seemed to indicate that this was a planned seduction. She did not care as she watched them, her throat dry, the wineglass forgotten in her hand.

Kneeling before Carth, Revan grasped his turgid cock and licked it from the engorged head down to his large testicles. Carth's groan filled the room as she engulfed the knob in her mouth, stroking the length of his shaft with one hand while fondling his balls with the other. His hips jerked, and he held Revan's head with both hands as he pushed into Revan's mouth.

Bastila wondered how Revan did not choke as she took several inches of him down her throat. The muscles in her neck stood out like cords as she suckled his cock, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. Her eyes opened, meeting Carth's gaze as he stared down at her. Some unseen signal passed between them, because he released Revan and lifted her up.

Carth lay back on the edge of the bed facing Bastila, his legs spread wide so that she could see his cock jutting up from its mound of hair like a tree, his bulging testicles hanging down. Revan mounted him, also facing Bastila, her crotchless panties hiding her pubic hair but revealing everything else. She lowered herself until her labia draped over his cock, the large head shiny with her saliva.

Revan's groan mingled with Carth's as she grinded him into herself, her hips swinging, twisting as she moved downward. Carth sat up, his big hands cupping her large breasts, pulling and pinching her rosy nipples. He buried his face into Revan's long black hair, but Bastila could see the pleasure that contorted his face until he seemed to be in agony.

Bastila found herself clutching her own groin, as if she were attempting to copy their movements on her own body. She finally remembered her glass; she downed the rest of the wine in one gulp, unwilling to miss a single moment of her friends' lovemaking.

Come spilled down Revan's thighs, her body shaking with orgasm even though she had not yet taken all of him into herself. Carth pressed a thumb onto Revan's clit, teasing and pulling it while she moaned. With one final twist, Revan sank onto Carth, engulfing him to his balls.

Trembling, Bastila lowered herself to the floor, so that their most intimate joining was on her eye level, restraining herself from touching the lovers. Come coated Carth's testicles and matted their pubic hair, causing his skin to nearly glow under the lights.

Revan began to rock back and forth, keeping her balance with her hands on her knees. Carth kept an arm wrapped around her to keep her from falling, his other hand firmly clutching her clit. His cock was alternately hidden and revealed by Revan's motions, and his muscles twitched as he grinded his hips upwards to meet her downward pushes.

As she rode him more and more wildly, Revan's face twisted with the need to chase her orgasm. Her hair lashed Carth as she tossed her body back and forth, transfixed on his massive cock. Revan stiffened, her body rigid, as the orgasm wracked her.

It was the most beautiful thing Bastila had ever seen in her life.

With a hoarse groan, Carth picked Revan up and pushed her to her hands and knees onto the floor, nearly on top of Bastila. He withdrew, his cock covered with Revan's come until only the head was lodged in her body, then he slammed into her, filling her with one powerful stroke and rocking her forward. Carth rammed into her several times like that before he turned her on her side.

Sweat drenched Revan's body as Carth braced her left thigh with one arm, giving Bastila an unobstructed view of just how wide his cock stretched her. Revan propped herself up on her right elbow, gasping with the force of his strokes. Muscles rippled under his skin, shining under a layer of perspiration as his hips pistoned in a varying tempo. The humming of the engines were drowned out by their harsh panting, their moans, the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh, and the slaps of his testicles against Revan's bottom.

Bastila took a deep inhalation of the sex-laden air, her breathing speeding as though in sympathy with theirs. The inside of her thighs felt wet, and she bit her lip as she watched Carth beginning to shake with his impending orgasm.

Carth let go of Revan's thigh and threw her legs up over his shoulders, thrusting into her with powerful strokes that swung her breasts back and forth. Sweat dripped down Carth's forehead, falling onto Revan's heaving chest like raindrops. His face contorted with rapture as he cried out, his body jerking and twitching with his orgasm.

Revan arched her back and clawed at the worn friction matting on the floor, wracked with her own orgasm as she cried Carth's name over and over. Carth continued to thrust until she stopped trembling as her climax ran its course, then withdrew. Bastila licked her lips when his shiny, come-soaked cock was revealed, her dry mouth watering as she watched his cock spew thick streams of seed all over Revan's breasts and stomach.

Panting harshly, Carth sat back on his heels, trembling in the aftermath of his orgasm. His limp cock rested in his lap. Revan scooped up the come that glistened on her shuddering breasts and licked her fingers, smearing the rest over her stomach. Bastila had to force herself not to lap the moisture off the other woman's skin like a thirsty kath hound.

"Carth?" Revan murmured, turning her green eyes up to her lover.

"Yeah?"

"If we're going to make love on the floor often, I insist on new carpeting," Revan said, a languid smile curving her lips.

Carth laughed, then leaned down and kissed his lover. "Sure thing, beautiful."

Revan stretched in a deliberately provocative pose as she looked at Bastila, her emerald gaze nearly hidden by her eyelashes. Carth gave Bastila a sidelong look as he lay next to her, lifting his leg to display his impressive cock and wet testicles. Revan purred when he began to lave the come off her breasts and nipples, her eyes slitting with pleasure.

"Well, Bastila?" Revan sighed as she lapped up more of the seed that still coated her belly off her fingers. "What do you think?"