Fic: Light Under Water NC-17
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valarltdThis? Is crack-fic.
I have no idea why I wrote it.
No idea what imp of the perverse insisted I needed to do this.
All I will tell you is that this was also for "ConStricted By Plot 5." It's Star Wars Prequel, and Yoda acquires a secret admirer. Any more would spoil it.
Light under water
by Angel
“Another gift. Unexpected this was.” Yoda tottered slowly to the door of his quarters. Lying just outside it was a box wrapped in rich paper. Carefully, he caught a loop of the ribbon with one talon and opened it. A beautiful green gem lay in the box.
The note next to it read: “This gem comes only from my world. The color of it reminds me of your skin. I worship you.”
In eight hundred years, Yoda had not been immune to the madness that overtakes most sentients. More than once, he had been the recipient of anonymous gifts from secret admirers. But this time was different. Events were approaching a nexus in history and the admirer gave him some respite from weighty thoughts.
He took the gem into his room, sat and meditated with it in his hands. Images of water and swimming came to him, making him yearn for his own homeworld, lost now these five hundred years.
Yoda composed a short note of thanks, left it where the gift had been and went to bed.
The next morning, he settled down to breakfast, and found another adoring text message on his readout. “Worshipped I am. Right this is.”
After a nice bath, Yoda headed out for his first duty of the day. His thoughts were elsewhere until even the unflappable Master Windu noticed.
“Master Yoda, are you well? You have been distracted all day.”
“Personal it is, old friend. An admirer, I have acquired. Understand, I do not, but flattered, I am.”
Mace smiled. “Enjoy it while it lasts, old friend.”
“Intend to, I do. Lovely gifts, yes, and sweet letters, I am receiving.” He looked sharply at the tall man. “Know who it is, do you?”
“No, Master.”
“Ah, then secret it shall stay a while longer.” Yoda smiled to himself and went on about his day.
That night there was a box of candy outside his door. “These are made from a recipe that was popular on your homeworld.”
Yoda remembered the candy from his own childhood. He could swear it had been made nowhere in the galaxy for seven hundred years. He’d looked quite often enough. It tasted as wonderful as he remembered.
After a second piece, he closed the box and levitated it to the highest shelf. “If see it I do not, eat it all, I will not. Dinner, yes dinner first then just two more pieces I shall have.”
As he ate, Yoda wondered about his admirer. Others had left everything from scrawled love notes to his favorite snakes. This one had been more persistent and more punctual. He could, of course, learn the identity easily enough. Security cameras, other Jedi or his own remote viewing abilities would give him
There had been few enough games of this sort in recent years. Yoda knew the secretive one would reveal when the time was right. He ate a fourth piece of candy anyway.
The next day passed with no gifts. The day after brought nothing. No notes, no gifts for a whole week. Yoda stopped himself several times from checking the list of Jedi assigned offworld. The game would play out as it always did.
Two weeks later, a book of love poetry written in the spidery hieroglyphs of his native language appeared at Yoda’s door. He finished the last of the candy while reading it, careful not to get any stickiness on the pages.
There was more candy the next day.
“Disturbing, this is becoming,” he mumbled, but it didn’t stop him from eating the candy and reading the end of the poetry book.
Flowers, small gifts, and always, when he finished one box, a new box of candy. The game continued.
Finally, a box of candy came with a note:
“If you would like to know
who loves you so
To the highest tower-garden go
At the time of smallest shadow
tomorrow.”
“A poet my lover is not,” Yoda chuckled, before clearing his calendar at noon.
He sat in the sun, near the singing fountain, waiting. To any approaching Jedi, it looked as if Master Yoda was deep in lunchtime meditation.
A very tall figure, taller even than Qui-Gon, wearing a Jedi robe came across the lawns, and sat down next to Yoda. He removed the outer cloak to show rich senatorial robes.
"Senator Binks. Susepected it was you, I did not.”
“Master Yoda. In many ways have I declared my love of you, now I must know, do you return it?" The gungan used his most formal speech patterns, ones he had perfected in the Senate.
"Gratitude, yes, and affection I feel for you, Senator. Love you I do not. Learn to love you, I could, as know each other we begin to." Yoda dipped a handful of water from the fountain and rubbed it on Jar-Jar's ears. "Acquainted we must get, yes. And dehydrated you are becoming. A swim with me, you must take."
He led the senator down into the temple, and to the training area. He chose one of the smaller pools barely three meters deep, and coded the door for privacy. Yoda shrugged out of his robes and set his lightsaber and gimer stick atop them. Jar-Jar, although used to swimming in his clothes, had no wish to ruin his good robes, and followed suit.
“Very handsome your markings are,” Yoda commented before plunging into the pool. Jar-Jar executed a showy dive and surfaced near him.
“I love the color of your skin,” Jar-Jar said. “It looks the way the light does when it comes through the water at Otoh Gunga.” He used his webbed fingers to scull in a bit closer. Carefully, he reached out one finger and touched the tip of Yoda’s ear.
“That intimate, we are not.”
“Not yet.” The tip of Jar-Jar’s prehensile tongue flicked over the very point, barely touching it. His great ears came around and formed a raft of sorts for the small Jedi master.
“Very comfortable, this is,” Yoda commented, letting himself be cradled by the fin-like ears. “Reptilian, my people are. Amphibious, yours are. Similar enough should be our practices.”
Jar-Jar said nothing, but continued flickering his tongue over the various wrinkles and points of Yoda’s head and body. His big hands came up and one finger, almost half as long as Yoda’s whole body, carefully stroked Yoda.
Yoda caught it and stroked it in return. “Your love I must have.”
“Yousa havin it already.” In his desire, Jar-Jar reverted back to the patois of the swamp. He lay on his back, floating in the pool. Yoda swam over to sit on his stomach. “Yousa likee dis, lovabunch?”
“Liking it very much I am.” Yoda searched Jar-Jar’s body for an intromittive organ. Humanoid physiology had been many centuries ago. He found a slit. Gently he rubbed it, but only a droplet of fluid emerged. “Pleasure you, how should I?” Like many amphibians, Gungans apparently reproduced by broadcasting over the eggs a female laid.
“Yousa be rubbin the spots and ears, munchinbunch.”
Yoda ran his talons over the markings that traced over Jar-Jar’s skin and the fluid leaking from the slit increased. He rubbed harder, sometimes scratching. Jar-Jar made sounds of pleasure and his large feet splashed in the pool.
“If drop me off you do, unhappy I will be.” Yoda found his own intromittive growing hard. “Put this in the slit, may I?”
“Anything yousa wantin’ greeniesweet.” There was no pain from the smaller being’s penetration and Yoda joined Jar-Jar in making pleasure sounds until the pool room was filled with them. He kept scratching at the markings, for Jar-Jar’s ears were well out of reach.
Yoda climaxed with a hiss, and a scratch hard enough to draw a trickle of blackish blood. Both were quickly washed away in the pool. Jar-Jar bent double and straighted so abruptly, Yoda was thrown clear and splashed down in the pool.
“Yousa okeeday, jedilove?” Jar-Jar looked about, concerned for his tiny lover.
“Fine am I. Next time, warned I will be.” Yoda swam over and climbed back on Jar-Jar’s chest. They floated for a time, stroking each other’s ears.
“You said next time?” Once more in control of himself and his speech, Jar-Jar lightly pinched Yoda’s eartip.
“Next time indeed there will be. Stay to dinner with me, you shall. Then do it all over again, we will.” Yoda hopped off and swam to the edge of the pool. He toweled off and began dressing.
Jar-Jar rolled over to float on his stomach. “Mesa lovin’ you berry berry much, yousa know.” Basic seemed less intimate than his own words.
“Know I do. Much affection for you, I feel as well. Like candy, do you? Enough you have given me that eat more I cannot.”
They left the pool together, the tall Gungan matching his pace to the diminutive Jedi master.
I have no idea why I wrote it.
No idea what imp of the perverse insisted I needed to do this.
All I will tell you is that this was also for "ConStricted By Plot 5." It's Star Wars Prequel, and Yoda acquires a secret admirer. Any more would spoil it.
Light under water
by Angel
“Another gift. Unexpected this was.” Yoda tottered slowly to the door of his quarters. Lying just outside it was a box wrapped in rich paper. Carefully, he caught a loop of the ribbon with one talon and opened it. A beautiful green gem lay in the box.
The note next to it read: “This gem comes only from my world. The color of it reminds me of your skin. I worship you.”
In eight hundred years, Yoda had not been immune to the madness that overtakes most sentients. More than once, he had been the recipient of anonymous gifts from secret admirers. But this time was different. Events were approaching a nexus in history and the admirer gave him some respite from weighty thoughts.
He took the gem into his room, sat and meditated with it in his hands. Images of water and swimming came to him, making him yearn for his own homeworld, lost now these five hundred years.
Yoda composed a short note of thanks, left it where the gift had been and went to bed.
The next morning, he settled down to breakfast, and found another adoring text message on his readout. “Worshipped I am. Right this is.”
After a nice bath, Yoda headed out for his first duty of the day. His thoughts were elsewhere until even the unflappable Master Windu noticed.
“Master Yoda, are you well? You have been distracted all day.”
“Personal it is, old friend. An admirer, I have acquired. Understand, I do not, but flattered, I am.”
Mace smiled. “Enjoy it while it lasts, old friend.”
“Intend to, I do. Lovely gifts, yes, and sweet letters, I am receiving.” He looked sharply at the tall man. “Know who it is, do you?”
“No, Master.”
“Ah, then secret it shall stay a while longer.” Yoda smiled to himself and went on about his day.
That night there was a box of candy outside his door. “These are made from a recipe that was popular on your homeworld.”
Yoda remembered the candy from his own childhood. He could swear it had been made nowhere in the galaxy for seven hundred years. He’d looked quite often enough. It tasted as wonderful as he remembered.
After a second piece, he closed the box and levitated it to the highest shelf. “If see it I do not, eat it all, I will not. Dinner, yes dinner first then just two more pieces I shall have.”
As he ate, Yoda wondered about his admirer. Others had left everything from scrawled love notes to his favorite snakes. This one had been more persistent and more punctual. He could, of course, learn the identity easily enough. Security cameras, other Jedi or his own remote viewing abilities would give him
There had been few enough games of this sort in recent years. Yoda knew the secretive one would reveal when the time was right. He ate a fourth piece of candy anyway.
The next day passed with no gifts. The day after brought nothing. No notes, no gifts for a whole week. Yoda stopped himself several times from checking the list of Jedi assigned offworld. The game would play out as it always did.
Two weeks later, a book of love poetry written in the spidery hieroglyphs of his native language appeared at Yoda’s door. He finished the last of the candy while reading it, careful not to get any stickiness on the pages.
There was more candy the next day.
“Disturbing, this is becoming,” he mumbled, but it didn’t stop him from eating the candy and reading the end of the poetry book.
Flowers, small gifts, and always, when he finished one box, a new box of candy. The game continued.
Finally, a box of candy came with a note:
“If you would like to know
who loves you so
To the highest tower-garden go
At the time of smallest shadow
tomorrow.”
“A poet my lover is not,” Yoda chuckled, before clearing his calendar at noon.
He sat in the sun, near the singing fountain, waiting. To any approaching Jedi, it looked as if Master Yoda was deep in lunchtime meditation.
A very tall figure, taller even than Qui-Gon, wearing a Jedi robe came across the lawns, and sat down next to Yoda. He removed the outer cloak to show rich senatorial robes.
"Senator Binks. Susepected it was you, I did not.”
“Master Yoda. In many ways have I declared my love of you, now I must know, do you return it?" The gungan used his most formal speech patterns, ones he had perfected in the Senate.
"Gratitude, yes, and affection I feel for you, Senator. Love you I do not. Learn to love you, I could, as know each other we begin to." Yoda dipped a handful of water from the fountain and rubbed it on Jar-Jar's ears. "Acquainted we must get, yes. And dehydrated you are becoming. A swim with me, you must take."
He led the senator down into the temple, and to the training area. He chose one of the smaller pools barely three meters deep, and coded the door for privacy. Yoda shrugged out of his robes and set his lightsaber and gimer stick atop them. Jar-Jar, although used to swimming in his clothes, had no wish to ruin his good robes, and followed suit.
“Very handsome your markings are,” Yoda commented before plunging into the pool. Jar-Jar executed a showy dive and surfaced near him.
“I love the color of your skin,” Jar-Jar said. “It looks the way the light does when it comes through the water at Otoh Gunga.” He used his webbed fingers to scull in a bit closer. Carefully, he reached out one finger and touched the tip of Yoda’s ear.
“That intimate, we are not.”
“Not yet.” The tip of Jar-Jar’s prehensile tongue flicked over the very point, barely touching it. His great ears came around and formed a raft of sorts for the small Jedi master.
“Very comfortable, this is,” Yoda commented, letting himself be cradled by the fin-like ears. “Reptilian, my people are. Amphibious, yours are. Similar enough should be our practices.”
Jar-Jar said nothing, but continued flickering his tongue over the various wrinkles and points of Yoda’s head and body. His big hands came up and one finger, almost half as long as Yoda’s whole body, carefully stroked Yoda.
Yoda caught it and stroked it in return. “Your love I must have.”
“Yousa havin it already.” In his desire, Jar-Jar reverted back to the patois of the swamp. He lay on his back, floating in the pool. Yoda swam over to sit on his stomach. “Yousa likee dis, lovabunch?”
“Liking it very much I am.” Yoda searched Jar-Jar’s body for an intromittive organ. Humanoid physiology had been many centuries ago. He found a slit. Gently he rubbed it, but only a droplet of fluid emerged. “Pleasure you, how should I?” Like many amphibians, Gungans apparently reproduced by broadcasting over the eggs a female laid.
“Yousa be rubbin the spots and ears, munchinbunch.”
Yoda ran his talons over the markings that traced over Jar-Jar’s skin and the fluid leaking from the slit increased. He rubbed harder, sometimes scratching. Jar-Jar made sounds of pleasure and his large feet splashed in the pool.
“If drop me off you do, unhappy I will be.” Yoda found his own intromittive growing hard. “Put this in the slit, may I?”
“Anything yousa wantin’ greeniesweet.” There was no pain from the smaller being’s penetration and Yoda joined Jar-Jar in making pleasure sounds until the pool room was filled with them. He kept scratching at the markings, for Jar-Jar’s ears were well out of reach.
Yoda climaxed with a hiss, and a scratch hard enough to draw a trickle of blackish blood. Both were quickly washed away in the pool. Jar-Jar bent double and straighted so abruptly, Yoda was thrown clear and splashed down in the pool.
“Yousa okeeday, jedilove?” Jar-Jar looked about, concerned for his tiny lover.
“Fine am I. Next time, warned I will be.” Yoda swam over and climbed back on Jar-Jar’s chest. They floated for a time, stroking each other’s ears.
“You said next time?” Once more in control of himself and his speech, Jar-Jar lightly pinched Yoda’s eartip.
“Next time indeed there will be. Stay to dinner with me, you shall. Then do it all over again, we will.” Yoda hopped off and swam to the edge of the pool. He toweled off and began dressing.
Jar-Jar rolled over to float on his stomach. “Mesa lovin’ you berry berry much, yousa know.” Basic seemed less intimate than his own words.
“Know I do. Much affection for you, I feel as well. Like candy, do you? Enough you have given me that eat more I cannot.”
They left the pool together, the tall Gungan matching his pace to the diminutive Jedi master.
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Date: 2006-01-16 07:15 pm (UTC)Brilliant dialect, absolutely brilliant! They could be the poster couple for Linguistics Anonymous--the "before" side, that is. :)
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Date: 2006-01-17 12:52 am (UTC)