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Reaching out with the Force, Ahsoka detached the bartender from the lamppost, before suspending him just off the floor. Lux fished something out of his pocket, which made a bloop as he pressed the top of it.
"Talk!" She growled, angrily. She could feel the lecture from Obi-Wan, but he said nothing, and just watched as her eyes turned from their usual cobalt to grey steel.
"I don't know anything really. Some guy in armour came in and told me he knew my business was struggling and wondered if I'd like to make a few credits. You've seen the sort of customers I get. They pay the bills, but money is always tight, especially when they break the furniture. He gave me a bottle of something, and told me that if any girls came in, especially non-humans, who no-one was going to miss, give it to them, and put them in the stockroom. They were always gone the next day, and there was always a bag of dataries in their place!"
Ahsoka took a breath. "You..."
"I recorded everything, Ahsoka." Lux told her, recognising that she was about to go ballistic. "We can detain him."
Ahsoka's teeth showed, for an instant, before the whoop of a police airspeeder settling to ground caused the tension to drain out of the Togruta.
Letting the sleemo drop to the floor, Ahsoka engulfed Lux, for a few seconds, before stepping away as two familiar humans approached.
"Jedi, Jedi, Senator." Poole greeted them, ignoring the muffled grunt as Detective Bordey assisted the bartender into handcuffs.
"There's a bottle somewhere in the bar." Ahsoka told him, without preamble.
"It should contain Ahechymphuxyl Goborgyde, if it's the same stuff we detected metabolites from in your system." Poole said. "Officer Myers, Officer Best, go and bag up the bar-stock." He instructed two of the uniformed officers who'd arrived with them. "Officers Patterson, Hooper and Sergeant Dumas, go and round up the patrons."
The five headed inside, and began hauling the assorted barflies, bikers and petty criminals out of the bar, while putting the various bottles of liquor into individual sealed bags.
"I take it you had some questions."
Ahsoka nodded. "I wanted to find out why. It turns out that the bartender was being paid for girls. Especially non-humans."
"I see. We'll need to talk down at the station. Master Jedi?" He asked, turning to Obi-Wan. "Is there a particular reason you're on Maika?"
"I was sent to monitor Ahsoka." He replied. "The council are concerned about her."
Standing next to Lux, Ahsoka snorted at that. "You mean, after they refused to believe or trust me, and threw me out the Order, then gave me a bunch of platitudes about the Force... they're actually concerned about me?"
"They are." Obi-Wan confirmed. "We know we made a mistake, Ahsoka."
"You bet you did!"
Lux squeezed her shoulders at that point, trying to head-off the potential for her to launch into round two with Obi-Wan.
"I'm sorry." He repeated.
Ahsoka snorted and proceeded to shove her tongue down a rather surprised Lux's throat, clamping on with the force of a limpet.
Obi-Wan sighed.
"Is there anything I can do to help you with your enquiries?" He asked Poole, watching the stream of miscreants, many of whom he suspected had run afoul of Ahsoka, were dragged or carried out of the bar.
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Back at the hotel, Ahsoka stripped out of her leathers, releasing the almost reflexive use of tapas to keep herself comfortable with a sigh. Lux couldn't help admiring, as usual, the sleekly muscled body underneath, and the way all of her curves flowed together.
"Careful, Veggie." Ahsoka teased without turning around. "You're going to need to breathe."
Lux grinned, as he poured her a cocktail, then himself. He might have hoped to drink the first one, but it took flight almost immediately after being garnished. "It's not like I'm sharing a hotel room with an incredibly beautiful Jedi, who has my undivided attention at all times."
Ahsoka smirked, and downed her drink, before pouncing on Lux, giving him just enough warning to put his own drink down on a table. "Show me." She whispered, before growling as Lux's hand found a bruise under the strap of her bikini top. She almost whimpered for a second, before Lux kissed her, forcefully.
"You don't have to go straight back there." Lux told her, taking a lekku tip in his hand, and flicking back and forth across the sensitive nub at the base. "You're here, with me. You're safe. I love you."
And then the tears came again. As Lux pulled her close, the sound of waves and avian calls was briefly drowned out by a bass rumble, as if a starfighter was flying low over the hotel. It faded quickly, before Lux pinned Ahsoka to the bed, his mouth roaming across her body.
A few minutes later, with her legs wrapped around his hips, Lux jerked his head away from hers, as the turbolift door chimed. Ahsoka's reaction was almost instantaneous. The covers whipped across them, providing a vestige of modesty, before the turbolift door opened.
Ahsoka squeaked as Anakin Skywalker, wearing an incongruous flowery shirt, stepped through the door. "Master! A little privacy!"
"Snips? What..." Anakin sputtered, noticing the pair of heads, one of them human, and rather mussed, as well as the sky-blue glow of his former Padawan's montrals, and the sweat glistening on both of their faces. "SNIPS!"
"I'm not a Jedi anymore, Skyguy, and I'm allowed to make my own kriffing decisions!" Ahsoka responded, hotly. "And I've chosen that I want to make this one with Lux!"
Anakin sputtered incoherently.
"It's not exactly news that we like each other!" Ahsoka continued. "So what business is it of yours?"
"I didn't expect to..."
Ahsoka stuck her tongue out. "Master, that turbolift requires a key, and I didn't feel you arrive on Maika."
Anakin had the grave to look somewhat sheepish at that.
"So, other than..."
"Obi-Wan mentioned that you were here, and that it was really peaceful."
"So, you decided to come and disturb it?"
"Something like that." Anakin responded with a grin. "I'm sure that Padmé will be very happy if you join us on the terrace in an hour."
"We'll be there, Skyguy." Ahsoka said. "Now, if you don't awfully mind locking the door on your way out..."
Anakin grinned, before heading for the turbolift. "You know, Snips... when I was first assigned you, I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do with you. But now... you were exactly what I needed."
He grinned, and then stepped into the turbolift. The tell-tale on the door turned red, then switched off, indicating that the turbolift wasn't in place.
"So…" Ahsoka growled, reaching across under the covers. "Where were we?"