Star Wars Women in Power - when they canāt sleep and youāre next to them
Includes: Ahsoka, Ventress, Princess Leia, Bo-Katan, Mon Mothma, Dedra Meero
warnings: suggestive, fluff, toxic relationship, power imbalance, Dedra Meero
After about twenty minutes of aggressively tossing and turning, very obviously hoping youād wake up, she finally gives up, fixes her pillow, sits up, and grabs her controller. Next thing you know, sheās on Elden Ring, getting absolutely destroyed by the Fire Giant.
Even with her headset on, her quiet, annoyed sighs wake you. You shift, still half-asleep, a soft laugh slipping out. āIf only someone would spoon meā¦ and maybe get a little creative about it.ā
The game shuts off instantly.
Then sheās right there, sliding back down behind you, one arm wrapping around you and pulling you in close, firm and certain. Her body fits against yours like sheās been waiting for this excuse.
Her hand slips under your shirt, fingertips brushing along your skin as her face dips into your neck. She presses a few soft kisses there, trailing upward toward your ear.
Then, low and close, her voice drops, quiet, amused, a little dangerous:
āCareful what you ask forā¦ā
She lies completely still beside you, her presence almost impossible to notice. Even her breathing is quiet, barely there. She would never wake you.
Her eyes stay fixed on the ceiling, lost somewhere deep in her thoughtsā¦ until they shift to you. And just like that, sheās pulled back.
Thereās something about you, how warm and calm you look, that keeps her attention. A symbol of everything her life has been missing up until the point she met you. Her gaze lingers, tracing slowly from your slightly parted lips, down your neck, to your shoulder. When she notices itās uncovered, she quietly reaches over and pulls the blanket up, covering you without disturbing your sleep.
She watches you for a moment longer. Then, without a sound, she slips out of bed. Every movement silent, like a shadow. By the time sheās dressed, itās as if she was never there at all.
Just for a second, she glances back at you, something unreadable in her expression.
And then sheās gone into the night.
When she canāt sleep, she writes.
She has a few journals, one for her schedules and responsibilities, another filled with small observations, strange patterns, little things she notices about the worlds sheās been to. Itās her quiet habit, something she keeps just for herself.
The room is dim, peaceful. Youāre beside her, fast asleep, and every now and then she glances over at you. It settles something in her, knowing youāre there, safe, close.
When sheās done, she closes the journal softly and sets it aside, careful not to make a sound. Then she shifts back toward you, slipping under the covers and tucking herself into your neck, both hands resting lightly over your chest, right where your heartbeat is.
The warmth wakes you just enough. Half-asleep, you instinctively wrap an arm around her, pulling her closer.
She doesnāt say anything, just melts into you, finally letting herself rest.
Sheās already irritated.
Youāre almost fully on top of her, completely dead asleep, and she canāt move without waking you, which she refuses to do. So she stays there, tense, eyes open in the dark, her thoughts running faster than sheād like. Normally sheād be up by now, pacing, getting the restlessness out of her system, but tonight, sheās pinned.
Her hands move instinctively , slipping into your hair, then slowly down your back, repeating the motion just to do something with the energy.
āMmā¦ Bo-Katan Kryze,ā you mumble, voice thick with sleep, ādidnāt take you for such a softieā¦ā
In one quick motion, she shifts, rolling you onto your back, flipping the position entirely. Suddenly sheās above you, braced over your body, hands pressing your arms down on either side of your head. No escape now.
āGetting bold, are we?ā she murmurs, a hint of a smirk tugging at her lips.
She leans down slowly, her face hovering just above yours, close enough that you can feel her breath, her lips barely brushing the air between you.
For a second, it seems like sheās going to kiss you.
Instead, she dips lower, slipping beneath the covers.
She slips out of bed without a sound, careful not to disturb you, and quietly leaves the room to get some water. When she returns, she doesnāt lie down right away. Instead, she pauses at your side of the bed, her gaze settling on you, soft, lingering, like sheās allowing herself a moment she wouldnāt anywhere else.
She sits beside you, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face before leaning down to press a light kiss to the tip of your nose.
You stir faintly at the touch, eyes barely opening.
āā¦youāre back,ā you murmur, voice still heavy with sleep.
A small smile tugs at her lips. She doesnāt answer right away, just pulls the blanket up a little higher around you, tucking you in with quiet care. Then, after a brief pause, she leans down once more, this time pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.
When she finally settles back into bed, itās closer than before. You shift toward her instinctively, and she lets you, her arm slipping around you as you drift off again, this time with her right there beside you.
A loud crash pulls you out of sleep, sharp and sudden against the quiet of the night. You jolt upright, heart racing, disoriented, your hand instinctively reaching to her side of the bed. Cold. Empty.
Your vision slowly adjusts, the dizziness settling as you look across the room.
Sitting in a chair, posture rigid, expression tight with irritation. A shattered glass lies on the floor beside her, and in her hand, she slowly drags another one across the tableās surface with a quiet, grating sound.
āAwake,ā she says coolly, āor should I continue?ā
You donāt answer. You just get up and walk toward her, drawn in despite everything, and settle into her lap like itās the most natural thing in the world.
For a second, she doesnāt move.
Your hands come up to her face, holding it gently, and you lean in, pressing a soft, quiet kiss to her lips.
She freezes. Then responds.
Her hand comes up to your waist, firmly pulling you closer as the kiss deepens, controlled, but no less intense. And then suddenly, sheās standing, lifting you with ease, your legs instinctively wrapping around her as she doesnāt break the kiss for a second.
She walks you back without hesitation, until your back meets the cold wall behind you.
The contrast makes you inhale sharply.
Her hand slides along your thigh, slipping just beneath the fabric, fingers brushing warm against your skin as her lips finally part from yours..only just.
āQuiet,ā she murmurs against your mouth.
Like she needs the silence just as much as she needs you.
