Chain of Trust

TITLE: Chain of Trust
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters and am not making a profit.
PAIRING: Bastila/Revan
RATING: NC-17
NOTE: Even before I finished Knights of the Old Republic 1, I felt like doing a Bastila/(female)Revan piece. I first wanted to do a 'simple', somewhat hardcore D/s scene, but I realised that I just couldn't make that even remotely believeable in just a single little piece of smut. And so, out of that ambitious initial goal, this fic eventually emerged. I don't know yet if I'm going to use this fic as a first stepping stone towards that goal or if I'm just going to leave this for what it is. Self-knowledge tells me that I should just be happy with this one-shot and leave well enough alone, but then again, I have been known to be incredibly stupid. So we'll see.


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Bastila's footsteps echoed loudly through the corridors of the Ebon Hawk, but only inside her head. On some level Bastila knew her footsteps were no louder or softer than they usually were, but now they made an incredible noise in her ears. She was fairly sure she knew the reason. It was the same reason a dying man, slowly bleeding to death somewhere would suddenly find himself absorbing every little detail in the world around him. Presumably, it was all meant to get in the way of unwanted thoughts pointing towards the inevitable.

An unwelcome voice cut through the sounds of her footsteps.

"Statement: I really do believe this tinkering to be wholly unnecessary, master."

Bastila frowned slightly. She really did not want to see that loathsome assassin droid right now. Especially not if he was the company of...

"Look, I allow you to keep calling me 'master' so that means I get to tinker with you whenever I want."

And he was, Bastila realised. Revan was working on HK-47 again. She really had no idea why that woman was prepared to sink so much time into an appendix of her forgotten and mostly cursed past. Especially since that time could be so much better spent with-

Bastila cut off the thought before it could flower fully inside her mind and determinedly walked on.

"Resignation: Very well master, if you insist. However, I would like to know why you feel this need to tamper with my fully functioning systems."

Bastila paused just outside the door to Revan's quarters.

"I'm just trying to find out if there's any more data stuck inside your memory core somewhere."

"Statement: My memory core is functioning flawlessly. I have access to all my memories."

"Good," Bastila heard Revan say, "that'll make it easier to find the ones I want."

"Plea: In that case, master, it would be no trouble at all to download my memory files onto a few datapads so that you can sort through them at your leisure without needing to open up my chest plating again."

"Yes, but that wouldn't be as much fun," said Revan. "But go ahead and do so anyway. Bastila's waiting for me in the corridor."

"Statement: Thank you, master."

Bastila listened patiently to the sounds of the droid being put back together, then waited even more patiently until HK-47 emerged from Revan's quarters and walked right past her without even so much as an insulting greeting. She remained standing still until the droid had turned a corner before entering Revan's room.

Bastila found herself frozen to the spot as she saw Revan putting away her tools. She was only partially dressed in clothes completely unbecoming of a Jedi and she stood up, wiping her hands on a rag. If Revan had been any other Jedi, Bastila would have had one or two things to say about that, but as it was, she let it slide. Partly because, in a way, Revan was not Revan, but a woman called Catresa Dell, a smooth talker and part-time smuggler who laughed as her modified freighter filled with contraband glided unhindered through a Republican checkpoint. But mostly she let it slide because... well...

"You don't approve," Revan said, tossing the rag aside.

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," Bastila replied.

Revan raised an eyebrow. "Come on Bastila, now is not the time to start being polite."

"I was..." Bastila started before cutting herself off again. "Yes, very well, I see absolutely no reason why you should devote so much effort to an immoral, bloodthirsty assassination droid contructed by-"

"Me."

"A Sith Lord," Bastila finished. "There are much better uses for your time."

A slow smile crawled across Revan's face. One that Bastila had come to associate with impending mischief and general annoyance.

"Well, you could be right," Revan said, sitting down on the edge of her bed. "So what did you want to talk about?"

For a moment Bastila felt as though she had shut down, thoughts and feelings fleeing her body. She didn't want to talk. She really didn't. She knew she had to, eventually, but...

"It's about the Star Forge, isn't it?" Revan said.

"Yes," said Bastila. "I simply keep wondering..."

"More than just wonder, I think," said Revan in a tone of voice somewhere between teasing and annoying. "But the answer you want to hear is simple. I didn't know how deep our bond goes and I didn't want to risk killing myself by killing you."

Bastila wasn't at all sure if that really was the answer she wanted to hear, but instead simply said, "But that's not the real answer, is it?"

"No," said Revan.

"Then why?" Bastila asked.

"Do you really want to know?"

No.

"I must," said Bastila.

"It's just because I... can't really imagine a universe without you," said Revan. "I need you to be there, no matter if you're Sith or Jedi."

"It's merely the effect of our Force bond," Bastila said. "I don't think I would have been able to kill you either to tell you the truth."

Revan looked at her, her eyes those of a powerful human in tune with the Force, her smile the one of a true scoundrel.

"Just our Force bond?" she said.

"Naturally," said Bastila. "Any other explanation would be... inappropriate."

"Inappropriate isn't always the same as false," said Revan. "Besides, I always felt people need a bit of inappropriateness in their lives."

"You only felt that since..." Bastila stopped herself and started over. "Jedi do not need inappropriateness."

"No? Then why are you here?" said Revan. "Because you knew that the moment we started on this topic, things would get... inappropriate."

"It's been... bothering me," Bastila said. "I seem unable to find any peace recently."

"Because you already knew the answer before you asked the question," Revan said.

"I should not love you, Revan."

The words flew out into the room and filled it completely, drowning out all outside noises. They hung in the air, thick and heavy, and could not be taken back ever again.

Then Revan's voice sliced through Bastila's words. "Do you trust me?"

Bastila blinked. "That's an absurd question."

"Do you trust me?" Revan repeated, without a hint of whimsy.

"I... yes. You know I do, how can I not?"

"Then come over here and kiss me."

Bastila's instinct kicked in and she opened her mouth to give Revan a detailed explanation of why she shouldn't, but it was overruled. Instead, there was just Revan, sitting on the edge of her bed, inappropriately dressed for a Jedi, silently inviting her. And at peace.

Bastila could not hear her own footsteps as she walked further into the room, was completely unaware of the door hissing shut behind her and didn't notice Revan was coming closer and closer until their faces were inches away from each other and their lips met.

She hadn't known what to expect, but she knew she hadn't expected this. Revan's kiss was soft and reassuring. Emotions that had been swirling inside of her died down as she felt Revan's... Revan's serenity spreading through her body.

Bastila sat down on the bed, her lips never leaving Revan's. She didn't object when she felt the woman's hand rest on her leg, but merely closed her eyes and enjoyed their kiss.

"Care to go further?" Revan whispered.

"Can I go back?" Bastila replied.

"Temporarily," Revan whispered. "If you want to."

Bastila replied by kissing her again. She put an arm around Revan and pulled the woman closer, wanting to feel her warmth of her body. She became aware of Revan's hand moving across her body, trying to undo her clothes. She clearly had some difficulty.

Bastila broke their kiss and leaned back slightly to make things easier on her. Revan smiled and began undressing her with a slow patience that was almost infuriating. She stopped the moment she had uncovered her breasts. Bastila felt her breathing become heavier when she saw the desire in Revan's eyes. She had been desired before, but never by someone who she desired in return. Feelings stirred inside of her that were unfamiliar, but nevertheless filled her with a pleasing heat.

Revan reached out and Bastila's breath hitched in her throat when the young woman's hand caressed her breasts. The heat inside of her swelled as Revan's fingers trailed across her soft flesh. She knew she should resist her growing arousal, but both her body and her mind disagreed. Revan knew what she was doing and she trusted her not to lead her astray.

Bastila forced down a disappointed whimper when Revan's gentle hand withdrew from her breasts. She watched silently as Revan continued stripping her of her clothes and tried to remain patient. She found it to be difficult considering the heat in her body and the wetness growing between her legs. She wanted Revan to stop with her pointlessly slow undressing and simply her clothes off of her so that she could feel her hands or lips on her bare skin.

Eventually, finally, the last of Bastila's garments landed somewhere on the floor. Bastila seized the opportunity to kiss Revan again, far less serenely this time. She shivered with delight when she felt Revan's hand on her stomach and moaned softly when her fingers briefly dipped between her legs.

Revan pulled back and she smiled as she held her glistening fingers in front of her face.

"Lie down," she said.

Bastila ignored the urge to ask why, moved up the bed and lay down on her back. She had been staring at the ceiling for only a moment when Revan's face appeared on front of hers again.

"Put your hands above your head."

Bastila did so, though she wasn't quite sure why.

"I'm going to restrain you now," said Revan. "Tell me when you become uncomfortable."

"I trust you."

Revan smiled briefly and then looked past her. Bastila felt something soft but unyielding bind her wrists together. When she tried to pull she found that she couldn't unless she used the Force. Which she didn't.

Revan's eyes looked into hers again.

"And now you're mine," Revan whispered. "Every inch of your body, every drop of arousal, every shiver of pleasure. They're all mine. Do you understand?"

Bastila nodded quietly.

"Good."

Revan kissed her again, but only briefly. Her lips quickly began travelling down her naked body, leaving a little ring of fire wherever they brushed against her skin. Bastila moaned when her lips reached her breasts, a flame flaring throughout her body. Revan kissed and licked and sucked them, leaving little trails of saliva, teasing her nipples into complete hardness and making her writhe with pleasure. Revan's calm and careful attention to her breasts flooded her mind with more passionate lust than Bastila had ever held possible.

Some part of Bastila, deep down and drowing in the wave of pleasure, realised that there should have been a voice somewhere in the back of her head telling her that a Jedi should not feel everything that she felt right now. For a brief moment it almost wondered where it had gone, but then it too was swept away in a tide of lust.

Bastila calmed down somewhat when felt Revan's lips departing from her breasts and continuing their journey. She slowly became aware that she had been pulling hard at her restraints, though she didn't know why. She also became aware of the fact that the glistening between her legs had become something of a flow staining the bedsheets. For some reason this didn't worry or embarrass her, so long as-

Bastila screamed when Revan's lips reached her wetness, turning the flame of pleasure within her into a wildfire. The scream subsided to be replaced with a stream of continuous moans as Revan kissed her up and down her slit. She began to twist and turn, struggling against her restraints, in an almost animalistic attempt to get Revan to kiss her exactly where she wanted her to. But Revan calmly ignored the lustful pleas of her writhing body, kissing and licking her where she wanted her to.

Bastila was completely at Revan's mercy, her whole body dancing on the tip of the woman's tongue, intense pleasure washing through her in wave after wave, yet the ultimate pleasure still so maddeningly far away. She screamed again when Revan's tongue brushed lightly against her clit, feeling the intense pleasure stabbing her. Revan's lips closed around it and she sucked lightly, setting Bastila's nerves alight with a fire that scorched her. She didn't know how long she could take it before going utterly insane with lust.

She became still. For a fraction of a second, Bastila didn't writhe or scream or feel, her senses too overloaded to be able to experience anything. Then the orgasm claimed her, her body bucking without rhyme or reason while fireworks exploded inside of her and turned the universe white.

When the universe returned to her, Bastila saw Revan lying next to her, still clothed, her juices on the woman's lips. Her mind was still a bit too hazy to do or say or feel anything, but she leaned forward anyway to kiss her when she found that she couldn't close the distance between them. So Revan did it for her.

Bastila lay bound and naked, in defiance of all Jedi teachings.

And at peace.