#jedi consular: kadu jadon

[cinlat]

They look like they are having so much fun! Those colors are perfect for Jurr. Kadu has been trying to get Jurr into the water for literally ever. He's one happy Cathar fish here.

Colours added for @cinlat‘s Kadu and @kunoichi-ume‘s Jurr!

[cinlat]

Silent Fury & Stolen Moments

Word Count: 5313 Story: Jedi Sitters This is a smashup of two different drabbles written by both myself and @kunoichi-ume​ that I added more to when I realized they fit together. Brace yourselves for the ultimate fluff of a first kiss! _________________________________

Rage seethed through Kadu with a ferocity that scared him. Whatever doubt he'd had about this attachment to Jurr vanished in the face of her commander’s accusations. Normally, Kadu didn’t attend the debriefing after a mission, that wasn’t his role within Havoc. With Darvic injured and Felix refusing to leave the young soldier’s side, someone had to go with Jurr to the debriefing.

As the medical specialist for Havoc, Kadu had done everything within his power to stabilize Darvic. It had been enough to get him to Coruscant, at least. Now, they simply had to wait.

Meanwhile, Jurr’s handler berated her for poor leadership skills and demanded stipulations that would be impossible for even the most stable of soldiers to live up to. In truth, the intelligence had been faulty and Havoc had gone in unprepared. Nothing could have changed their circumstances. Jurr’s implants had performed perfectly and she'd acted as any commanding officer would have in that situation.

While Kadu had been present for scoldings before, not even his seat on the Jedi Council could have prepared him for the degradation used in a military dressing down. Jedi, no matter how angry, didn’t raise their voice in such a manner. He’d forced unwavering attention on the general for fear that if he looked at Jurr, he’d lose his shaky grasp on his tongue. It wasn’t his place to speak out in military matters. Kadu wasn’t a soldier, he was a healer on loan for special circumstances.

The ride back to the medcenter was silent. Jurr stared out the window while Kadu seethed inside. He could feel her anguish through their Force bond and struggled to keep his emotions separate. This was why the Order warned against attachment. Kadu was awash with fear, regret, embarrassment, and hopelessness; none of it his own. 

Kadu opened his mouth to offer comfort, but couldn’t find the right words. Military commanders saw only results, and a dead objective plus one wounded soldier meant that Jurr’s mission was marked as a failure. It didn’t matter that the man had been dead for hours by the time Havoc Squad arrived or that they’d been outmanned, she should have gotten there faster--fought harder.

When the taxi stopped outside of the medcenter, Jurr scanned her military stipend card and exited without looking around. She looked ahead, single eye fixed on the doors. Kadu followed, but stopped her before they entered the medcenter. 

Pulling Jurr to a secluded sitting area, Kadu took her face gently into his hands. “This was not your fault.” He kept his voice low, staying out of Jurr’s blind spot so that he knew she was listening.

Jurr nodded wordlessly, staring back at him with a watery gaze. Kadu brushed the pads of his thumbs across her cheeks before kissing her forehead. It was a risk with so many security cameras around, but one he felt worth it. Sometimes, all a person needed was to know that they weren’t alone. 

That small contact broke through Jurr’s defenses, and she threw her arms around Kadu’s waist to yank him closer. Kadu folded his arms around her, feeling the rapid breaths against his chest where her face buried in his shirt. The anger Kadu had only just pushed down roared to life again at the sound of her quiet sobs. Next time, he would not remain her passive companion; they would hear what he had to say.

Not even a minute had passed before Jurr’s breathing came under control. Clearing her throat, she pulled out of the safety of Kadu’s arms and tugged at her SpecForce jacket. “We should check on Darvic.”

Kadu nodded, his body cold without her slight form to warm him. He palmed the door open and held one hand out for Jurr to precede him to the elevators. Neither spoke while the readout ticked off floors. When he stepped off, Kadu found the rest of Havoc waiting in the small sitting area. 

Ginell Kanner stood first, offering a nod of respect and launching into an update before either Jurr or Kadu could request it. “Lewton is stable. Doc says that Master Jadon did an impressive job keeping the kid’s insides where they belonged and suggested he avoid standing so close to explosives from now on.”

Felix snorted. “Everyone’s a comedian these days.”

Jurr scanned the room, then her eye flicked to the cracked door where the corporal presumably rested. “Wharton?”

“Where do you think?” Kanner asked with a stiff nod towards the room. “She kicked the lieutenant out an hour ago and hasn’t let anyone else inside.”

“I’m not bothered,” Felix chimed with a half smirk from where he flipped through a holozine, feet propped on the little table situated in the middle of the chairs. “Girl knows more about what those monitors are saying than I do.”

Tamsin Wharton was a new transfer to Havoc. She was clever, brilliant even, and a medical student who’d somehow managed to get herself assigned as Kadu’s understudy. She took her position as medic seriously and had been known to scold anyone, regardless of rank, for foolish behavior. So far, only Kadu had been spared her wrath. Darvic was a special thorn in Tamsin’s side, like the little brother she’d lost when she was young. Kadu knew the woman was married to a soldier, but hadn’t met her husband. Tamsin kept her military life stubbornly separate from her personal life.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Kadu squeezed Jurr’s shoulder and headed towards the room to convince his student that it was time to share the patient. 

Jurr watched Kadu until he vanished through the door. The weight of the day threatened to crush her without his soothing comfort. She’d wanted to hear him say that things would be alright, but the brushes of anger through their connection only amplified her fear. No matter how well he tried to hide it, Jurr sensed his fury. She had disappointed him. That alone made Jurr want to hide away until she could get her thoughts sorted. 

Instead, Jurr faced her men. “Get some rest.” Felix opened his mouth, but she cut him off. “That’s an order, Iresso. We don’t know when we'll get the chance again. Sleep on the Thunderclap if you want.”

“Visiting hours were over an hour ago, anyway,” Kadu added while ushering Tamsin into the main area. He cast a bemused look at Kanner. “Only, apparently the staff was too nervous to kick you out, so they’ve left it to me.” He silenced the round of protests before they could begin with an upheld hand. “Darvic will be moved to a kolto tank tomorrow. Sitting here won’t make him heal faster.”

Yawns and grunts of opposition followed the Havoc soldiers into the lift. They were halfway down when Felix crossed his arms. “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I need a break from the cots on the Thunderclap. I want a bed tonight.”

“Getting stiff in your old age, grandpa?” Ginell teased Felix’s reflection in the polished door, then ducked when his open hand flashed towards the back of her head. Felix was the most senior member of Havoc, and Ginell and Darvic never let him forget it. The man harrumphed, but he couldn’t mask the pull at the corners of his lips. 

Jurr found Havoc a hotel close to the medcenter that would take military credit and booked four rooms. One for the Kanner and Wharton to share, then one for each of the privileged officers. Kadu could have gotten an entire suite with his credentials, but preferred simpler surroundings. 

Exhaustion wore Jurr down until she was too tired to sleep. She tossed and turned on the single bed, watched a little TV, then took a warm shower. Nothing would soothe her frantic mind. “Of all the times to have perfect memory,” she huffed at the ceiling. It didn’t have an opinion on the matter.

Finally, Jurr threw the blankets off to seek comfort elsewhere. She’d just reached for her jacket when a light rap on the door made her pause. Relief washed over Jurr instantly and she hurried to answer the request for entry. Only one person could be calling so late.

Kadu stood in the hallway, a patience smile on his face and a duffle in hand. “Can’t sleep?” Those words were as much a trigger as Trev’s ‘What’s new, JJ?’ had been when they were children. They invoked a sense of peace and well being. Jurr wasn't sure if it was intended or a byproduct of the friendship she and Kadu had cultivated.

Stepping aside, Jurr let Kadu into her room and locked the door while he set his belongings on the desk. “Did I wake you?”

“I never fell asleep.” Kadu turned and studied Jurr with the familiar expression of a man waiting for an explanation. Jurr averted her gaze and hugged her arms tight around herself. 

Kadu sighed and closed the space between them, warm palms resting on her upper arms. “Stop blaming yourself for what happened today.”

Jurr risked an upward glance when his hands rubbed small lines over her biceps. “You’re not mad at me?”

“Mad? I—” Kadu’s brow scrunched, fingers tightening on Jurr’s arms until she looked at him completely. “You sensed my anger?” There was a peculiar note in his voice, one that she couldn't put her finger on. 

Jurr nodded through a deep sigh, searching the room for anything to focus on instead of Kadu’s fiery gaze. “Sometimes I get flashes of what you’re feeling. It used to happen with Trev...I think, but not as strong.” Tears burned behind her right eye. “I’m sorry, Kadu, I know that I messed up, but I’ll—”

Kadu reached out with the Force before he fully realized what he was doing and tugged Jurr into his arms. She let out a startled squeak at the unseen pull before settling against his chest. 

Pressing his cheek to Jurr's unstyled hair, Kadu rubbed her back. “My anger was never with you, Mri’ka.”

“Oh.” Jurr sagged against Kadu’s warmth and let out a shaky breath. She wanted to ask what it had been about earlier, but decided that it wasn't her place. 

A yawn escaped as Jurr’s muscles unlocked. Kadu straightened his arms, turned her towards the bed, and gave a gentle shove. “Get under the blankets, I’ll be there shortly.” 

Jurr obeyed, draping her jacket over the computer chair before sliding beneath the comforter. She heard the sound of water and gargling from the fresher and smirked at the mental image of Kadu brushing his teeth. She shouldn’t find the idea of flossing those sharp fangs as entertaining as she did, but it always brought a smile to her face.  

Reaching for her drawing pad, Jurr stopped when Kadu emerged, momentarily distracted from her inspiration but the image he displayed. Kadu wore a pair of loose, purple shorts that matched the oversized shirt Jurr had chosen to sleep in. Of course, they’d been a set when he purchased them with full knowledge that Jurr would steal the top half of the outfit at the first opportunity. Kadu always slept shirtless. For such a modest Jedi master, the Cathar hated clothing.

Jurr held back one corner of the blanket in an invitation, and Kadu glided into position with a grace that she would never possess. He propped against the headboard, his right arm extended so that Jurr could nestle her blind eye against his chest without obscuring her vision. Small fingers slid through the fur on his chest, finding that spot on his ribs where her hand nestled perfectly. 

With Kadu’s firm body next to hers, and the gentle peace of their bond, Jurr drifted to sleep listening to the thumping of his heart. The day had been long and fucked up, but in this moment, she felt safe and wanted. _________________________________

Jurr woke slowly, awareness of her surroundings creeping into focus despite how she fought it. She didn’t want to wake from the pleasant dream already slipping away. Squeezing her eye tighter, Jurr curled into the warmth that beat back the reality of her life. One that helped her forget about the day and stop worrying about the injured soldier laying in the medcenter. Unable to quiet her mind, Jurr turned over and opened her eye. 

Kadu was lying next to her, one of his arms draped over her waist while he slept. She lived for moments like this, when all was quiet except for the deep, rumbling purr in his chest, and she could let herself soak in his nearness. 

The last few months had brought them closer together, often sitting with her leaning against him, but Jurr could tell there was a hesitancy in the way he touched her. Kadu would reach out when he thought she couldn’t see, then drop his hand and turn away. In those moments, Jurr’s heart tightened to the point she could barely breathe. 

Jurr slid closer to Kadu in the dark hotel room. Close enough that if she leaned forward, her lips would brush his chin, and sighed in contentment when his arm tightened around her. Jurr laid her head against the mattress, making the implants on her face dig into her skin. It was easier to pretend that they weren’t there that way; out of sight out of mind. 

It was hard to keep her mind from wandering to how life might be different without them. Jurr had tried for years not to ponder too closely, but now she couldn’t seem to stop herself from daydreaming about it. Would Kadu still hesitate to touch her if she were beautiful? If she wasn’t scarred and broken, a patient in need of his care. Could he care about her if she were whole? 

In all of Jurr’s spotty memories, no man had ever drawn her attention the way Kadu did. He was exquisite, his features fascinating to her artist’s eye. What Jurr wouldn’t give to be able to draw him exactly as she saw him, but her work never did him justice. Jurr often found herself lost in thought while watching him. When Kadu noticed, his smile made her heart race. 

Carefully, Jurr raised her hand to brush the fur on Kadu’s shoulder, smiling at the feel of it under her fingers. What would it be like to caress him openly like this? Jurr touched Kadu often but rarely as intimately as she desired. Never able to explore his body with the reverence he deserved.

Kadu drifted into consciousness with a sense of relaxation that frequently eluded him upon waking. Too often the effect of leaving a dream was jarring, and more recently, disappointing. Before the Cathar opened his eyes, he felt the feather-light touch of cautious fingers combing through his fur. Opening his mind, Kadu found Jurr’s essence awake and...curious. He steadied his breathing, faking sleep to see how far she would go this time. 

It was a ridiculous notion, Kadu welcoming Jurr’s touch the way she craved his. Even more so to think that he coveted hers. He was a Jedi Master, attractive and bound by rules that Jurr didn't understand. If the Cathar was going to break his vows, it wouldn’t be with her.

There was a word for what Jurr wanted, a small one that she hardly dared think of because the lack of it in her life hurt so much. It was an impossible dream, one that couldn’t come true. Not like the nightmares that clung despite being unable to retain the memories that caused them. Terrors that drove Jurr from her bed into the only comfort she knew, and the one place she felt truly safe. 

Kadu fought down the shiver that threatened to give him away. Jurr’s fingers danced along his arm, tracing muscle and sinew hidden by his fur. A mental image mapped out where stripes wrapped around his ribs as he followed her caresses. Kadu swallowed the growl of desire bubbling in his throat for fear of scaring Jurr away. 

For weeks they’d danced around a topic that neither could afford to acknowledge. A chemical attraction built between them, growing stronger every day. The mere scent of Jurr passing through a room was enough to trigger Kadu’s possessive instincts. He grappled with the drive to claim her, the emotions linked to that need too complex to put into words. Kadu had no desire to dominate, but he must protect. There was no interest in caging, but a vast pride in displaying this woman as his. Someone who would claim him as hers.

This is wrong. Jurr was taking advantage of Kadu’s kindness, but she couldn’t bring herself to stay away. She couldn’t remember ever sleeping better than she did in Kadu’s arms, and Jurr never felt more at peace with the chaos in her mind than in his presence. However long he would allow these moments of respite, she would take them and sort out her guilty conscience later. 

With a quiet sigh, Jurr lifted her hand from Kadu’s body. Maybe it would be best to break ties now, to force herself out of his bed and back into her lonely room to face unknown demons alone. Would it hurt less when he finally moved on, or should she cling to these moments and hope they kept her company in years to come?

“Don’t stop.” The voice was husky from sleep, but Jurr’s spine stiffened as if he’d shouted.

Slowly, two glowing embers appeared in the darkness. Jurr swallowed, caught between embarrassment and hope. When she didn’t move, Kadu’s hand traced up her spine to toy with the loose strands of hair draped over her ear. “Please?”

“You don’t mind?” Jurr asked with less hesitancy than she felt. Her stomach flipped at being found out, and she wondered how many other nights he’d laid awake while she fantasized about the impossible.

Kadu arched his back in a feline stretch and scooted close enough that Jurr could feel the heat from his body. “It’s soothing.” She blinked into a face barely visible in the dim light from the chrono, unsure of how to respond to his request.

Long seconds passed while Kadu waited for Jurr to make her choice. He prepared himself for her flight with some excuse about paperwork. Open acts of physical affection terrified the Havoc commander for reasons he still hadn’t figured out. It took gentle maneuvering when they first met just for Jurr to allow him medical access to her body. What he craved now blurred those lines completely. He wanted Jurr to know that she held absolute power over him, regardless of how she chose to wield it. 

Slowly, Jurr’s hand lifted, then settled on the side of his face. His eyes drifted shut, purr intensifying when her fingers slipped into the hair behind his ears. Shivers of pleasure danced across Kadu’s skin as he angled his head to offer Jurr better access to his scalp.

“You really like this?” Jurr asked, fighting down the thrill of combing through Kadu’s soft hair. He slept with it unbound, letting the shoulder length locks fall in messy disarray. She’d always wanted to touch it but that felt too intrusive. He’d always been fond of his hair.

Kadu hummed, peeking one eye open to gauge Jurr’s reaction. A pleased smile tugged at the corner of her lips, sinking him deeper into this unexpected attachment. A small growl escaped when Jurr licked her lips, and she stopped mid-stroke. 

Taking Jurr’s hand in his, Kadu lowered it until her palm was pressed against his bare chest. Heart thumping rapidly, he held her there until he was sure that she felt his pulse. Low light vision allowed Kadu to see Jurr’s eye flick to their joined hands before returning to his face. Kadu wondered what he looked like in the dark, and delighted in the lack of fear emanating through their bond. Her trust meant everything to him, ratcheting up the guilt that came with these forbidden feelings swelling in his chest.

With his free hand, Kadu tucked a strand of vibrant hair behind Jurr’s ear and thumbed one of the many piercings marking it. “You are beautiful, Mri’ka.”

A small, derisive snort threatened to unfocus Jurr. “I get it, you’re sleep talking.”

Kadu chuckled and inched closer, trapping their hands between them. He felt Jurr’s chest expand and retreat against his forearm with every breath and held her gaze. “I assure you that I am very much awake.”

Any closer, and Kadu would cross a line that he’d sworn to stay away from. For months, he’d tiptoed closer, letting this small, forgetful soldier inside defenses that had remained impenetrable since his youth. “Jurr—” Trev was going to kill him. Kadu had sworn to behave honorably around his friend’s sister. He’d looked the Hero of Tython in the eye and promised to protect Jurr from even himself.

Jurr waited, sensing a trickle of unease snake between them. Kadu’s gaze was intense, like whatever weighed on his mind might shred the fabric of reality if he didn’t keep it at bay. It frightened and excited her. Jurr wanted to know what came next while he stared at her with so many conflicting emotions. Her pulse raced through veins that felt too small, skin tingling where their arms held magnetic bodies at bay. It was the closest Jurr had ever come to being intimate with a man, and the thought of Kadu in that light made her shiver. She stamped down those thoughts before they could take root and disappoint her again.

Kadu’s fingers followed Jurr’s ear lobe, then slipped behind her neck. The warmth encouraged a sigh that she managed to keep to herself. He let out a shaky breath, then repeated her name. “Would you forgive me if I kissed you?”

Jurr blinked, head tilting back to expand her view of him. Surely she’d misunderstood, or perhaps it was an inside joke that she’d forgotten during her last memory reset. She started to tease back, or maybe explain that she didn’t know what he meant, but stopped. There was no mirth in his tone. What if— “You want a kiss,” Jurr asked after a careful pause. “From me?”

“It’s all I can think about,” the Cathar admitted sheepishly, but he didn’t move away. “I can content myself with what we have now if that is your wish, but I can’t pretend that I don’t want more.”

Hearing her wishes voiced by Kadu had struck Jurr dumb. A million questions flitted through her mind, but one voice rang clear. A core memory surfaced, Trev’s acne covered face serious in the light of the artificial garden where they met as children. Always ask yourself if it’s dangerous, Jurr. Can this hurt you?

Jurr never understood why that fragment survived all the resets, but her big brother’s advice had saved her from many hardships. The answer to Trev’s question was yes, so much. If Kadu let her in, then turned her away later...Jurr wasn’t sure she’d survive it. 

“What if—” Jurr began, then licked her lips again. A strangled sound escaped Kadu’s throat, the pressure on their joined arms increasing fractionally before he settled back again. Jurr swallowed and asked the question that had weighed on her mind for several weeks. “What if it’s only our bond making you feel this way?”

Kadu’s heart sank into his stomach. A part of him was proud that Jurr approached his request with a healthy dose of cynicism, but the romantic in him had hoped that she’d melt into his embrace. Conceding, Kadu steadied his voice. “You could be right.” 

Jurr looked away, but Kadu tugged her chin back around. “It’s given me access to the purity of your soul, Mri’ka. Let me see into the light that drives everything you do. You’re been given every reason to turn bitter and cold, but have stayed compassionate and warm. There is nothing that I don’t adore about you.”

Throat tight, Jurr gave a stiff, muted nod. Kadu’s words rang in her ears, jumbling together and reforming over and over. She felt the sincerity through their bond and sank into the warm glow that chased away the shadows of her night.

Kadu closed the scant space between them to brush a chaste kiss across Jurr's lips. He couldn't risk her changing her mind, not when he was so close. Kadu swallowed Jurr's gasp, keeping his fingers loose so that she could pull away. His skin flushed several degrees hotter, body awakening with frightening intensity. Every point of contact between them felt magnified until Kadu could no longer tell where he ended and Jurr began. Golden light flared in mind, catapulting their bond into a new level of intimacy that bordered on painful.

Colors danced behind Jurr’s eyes, breath mingling until she wasn't sure who it belonged to. The light pressure against her lips lasted only seconds, but the moment was imprinted on her for life. Or it would be once she added it to her backup database. Kadu’s mind touched Jurr's briefly, but it was enough to expand her senses into something otherworldly. 

Grudgingly, Kadu withdrew and dragged in a shaking breath. Every instinct demanded that he pin Jurr to the mattress and explore her mouth more thoroughly, but the timing was wrong. Small steps, one centimeter at a time or he'd ruin when they’d built so far. He should push her away, perhaps scare Jurr into never wanting to see him again but Kadu didn’t have the strength. He was damned to turn his back on a lifetime of achievements within the Order. The eventuality of choice had become inevitable, and Kadu already knew which path he’d take. 

Jurr couldn't catch her breath. With her eye closed, Jurr's system cranked up the detail from her other systems. Kadu's warm breath washed across her face, quick and jagged. His heart thumped beneath her hand, musky scent filling Jurr with images of sunsets on the beach. He was everything essential in her life.

“Am—” Kadu cleared his throat and Jurr opened her eye. He flashed a crooked grin and steadied his voice. “Am I forgiven?”

“For what?” Jurr asked, forehead scrunched in confusion. Kadu smoothed it away with his thumb before tracing his fingers along her cheek, down her jaw, and finally settling on her lips. “Oh, that.” A nervous, high pitched sound escaped around his finger, one that sounded suspiciously like a giggle. Jurr put the back of her hand to her mouth, eye wide in astonishment at sounds she’d never made before.

Kadu couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face. It had been a crystal bell of pure joy, one that he’d caused. Pride swelled in his chest until Jurr’s hand lowered slowly. In place of overwhelming happiness from before, cascaded disbelief and fear. Kadu moved away, preparing for the panic that dogged the heels of such an intense experience.

Pushing down his euphoria, Kadu tweaked the sting that connected them through the Force. Jurr’s emotions tumbled around, shifting more rapidly than Kadu could follow. He’d expected the fear to come the moment their lips touched, but she’d been—relieved. Now…

Kadu moved slowly, propping on one elbow so that he could look down at Jurr. “If I upset you—”

Jurr gave a sharp snap of her head. “It’s not that…” she trailed off, fumbling for the right words. The conversation had become nothing more than choppy words and incomplete sentences since Kadu had woken to Jurr’s fingers tracing the lines in his fur. She wanted to unburden herself, but she felt so...confused.

Kadu’s hand hovered over Jurr’s hip. She felt the brush of his mind and tried to relax enough to grant him access. Maybe he could pluck it from her thoughts, or whatever he read while rooting around in her head. Sensing that it was safe, his hand settled on the blanket that covered her legs. She tried to imagine all the ways that this could go wrong. What if she forgot him? Would Kadu have the patience to spend months wooing her again? If Jurr lashed out in a moment of confusion, would he run away?

An inner scoff rang in the back of Jurr’s mind. Kadu hadn’t wooed her, he was simply too polite to tell her no. Or maybe he was lonely too. If someone else came along, wouldn’t he lose interest in a woman who might not remember his name tomorrow? Each scenario rolled over Jurr, pushing old doubts higher until they threatened to smother her. 

Tears gathered in the corner of Jurr’s eye, but she couldn’t look away from Kadu. She needed to see his reaction, that was the one thing she was good at, taking cues from others' expressions. “What if—”

“No.” The abrupt answer startled Jurr to silence. It carried with it a note of authority and something akin to anger. Jurr shook her head, unsure how to respond until Kadu’s thumb brushed the moisture from her cheek. “That won’t happen.”

“You can’t know that,” Jurr countered, her voice pitching into hysteria. 

Kadu moved closer so that the only thing separating them was a few inches of blanket. He’d made his choice months ago. She was the only woman who could ever hold his heart. “I can,” he answered simply. Cathar mated for life, but Jurr wasn’t ready for that type of commitment yet. He could sense the shivers of doubt taking root in her heart already.

When Jurr tried to argue, Kadu hushed her with a tender smile. “I’m certain, Jurr.”

They stared at each other for a long time, Kadu gently coaxing Jurr closer to the truth while she came up with every reason that he was wrong. It wasn’t communication so much as mingled feelings traded back and forth. Eventually, Kadu chuckled with the pent up strain of a circular battle. “You’re going to have to trust me.”

Trust was the only thing that Jurr held close to her chest. Trev had warned her time and time again not to trust too easily, and she’d done that. Jurr was cynical, closed off from everyone. Now, Kadu wanted that rare commodity for the price of his word that he wouldn’t abandon her heart to the cold corners of her mind. 

“It’s okay,” Kadu whispered, tucking hair behind Jurr’s ear. “I’m not going anywhere. Take whatever time you need.”

Calm rolled through Jurr, starting in her extremities and turning inward until there was no doubt left that what she’d done with Kadu had been the right thing. It might hurt later, but for now, it felt nice to be wanted. “Okay,” she decided almost before realizing it. If Kadu wanted her trust, then Jurr was willing to give it. But, only to him. He’d kept her alive and stayed by her side through two memory wipes already. Kadu had earned that much, and Jurr knew that he’d never push her into anything she wasn’t ready for.

“Okay?” Kadu asked, hope breathing new life into his voice. His hand slid from Jurr’s hip, skipped across her waist, and settled on the muscle of her bicep. 

Chills raised on Jurr’s skin where Kadu’s thumb traced circles over her sleeve. She forced a shy smile, attention focused on his lips. “I trust you.” A grin split the frown he’d worn before, displaying a row of sharp teeth. Jurr shivered and met his gaze. “Would you kiss me again?”

Acceptance, total, and unconditional. They’d crossed a line that Kadu would ponder later. For the moment, he wanted nothing more than to feel Jurr’s soft lips on his. The consequences could wait until morning. 

Path chosen, Kadu cradled Jurr’s cheek and leaned forward. “It would be my deepest pleasure.”

[cinlat]

SciFi & Pancakes

I saw >this< drawing a few days go and haven’t been able to get it out of my head. It’s so sweet and screamed Kadu/Jurr. So, have some micro-fluff of our favorite Barsen’thor and forgetful little trooper (who belongs to @kunoichi-ume​)

Word Count: 457

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Jurr shifted, humming in what Kadu hadn’t noticed was a deep sleep. He’d been reading their favorite book, a new science fiction romance that made Jurr giggle. Her memory retention skittered more than usual in the cold temperatures they’d been stationed in the last few months, so Kadu was on his fourth read through. She couldn’t remember the details, only that she enjoyed it. Kadu appreciated that it kept her mind focused enough to avoid a total memory wipe.

Closing the book around his thumb, Kadu arched his back to see Jurr’s face. She’s sprawled across his chest, using him as a prop to draw while he read. At some point, her arm had gone limp, dangling over the bed with her drawing tablet barely secured between loose fingers.

Kadu shifted to grab the device before it could fall, but Jurr jerked awake and almost caught his face with the back of her head. “Easy.” He gripped her shoulders, moving into view of her good eye. “Just me.”

“What happened?” Jurr rubbed her eye, blinking it to clear the fog of unintentional sleep. Her body still draped mostly across Kadu’s, scarred skin sliding against his fur. It had taken a long time for Jurr to become comfortable enough with herself to allow him to see her like this.

Kadu extended the claws of his free hand to scrape Jurr’s scalp. Her eye fluttered shut, body sagging against his again. “You fell asleep. Just when I was getting to the best part, too.”

Jurr moaned, turning her head in the direction that she wanted his touch. Kadu had always viewed his claws as instruments of death. Young Cathar learned to fight with them before anything else. In times of old, claws were a means of taking down prey or defending one’s pride from attack. They could be unpredictable during puberty and dangerous in the medical profession. It had taken Kadu years of meditation to gain the control he needed over his emotions to render them harmless. Then, Jurr came along and opened a world of possibilities for the pleasures his claws could bring. Including, but not limited to, head scratches.

Kadu knew the book by heart, so he removed his thumb and allowed it to close before setting it on the bedside table. He’d recite it from memory later if needed. “Would you like something to eat?” Jurr shook her head, then lifted it and looked at Kadu’s stomach when it rumbled. He grinned. “Because I would.”

“Want me to cook?” Jurr’s grin matched his own, and Kadu laughed. There were certain things that muscle memory could account for, but cooking didn’t appear to be one of them. He’d choked down half a meal during her last attempt, then suggested that he be left to that duty in the future. 

Jurr affected a fake pout until Kadu kissed the lip poking out. She sighed. “Fine, but I want pancakes.”

[cinlat]

Kadu Jadon. Fluffy surfer boy. Chill Jedi. Married to his favorite scatter-brained soldier. Unwilling Master of stubborn Padawan. Prefers baggy shorts and no shirt to constricting armor or Jedi robes. Barsen’thor. Jedi Healer. 

[cinlat]

I won an art giveaway from @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond a while ago but have been without internet thanks to moving. I needed more art of my boy Kadu and no one had drawn him yet. I squealed like a little girl when this arrived in my inbox and I'm so thrilled to be able to finally share it!

[cinlat]

May Drabbles - Day 15

Prompt: awake without them (Anticipation) Characters: Kadu Jadon/Jurr Jiin ( @kunoichi-ume) Story/Series: Jedi Sitters Word Count: 774 A/N: Artwork by the fantastic @dingoat

Another hour passed, and Kadu’s door remained shut. He’d left Jurr in her room after an unplanned kiss and a lot of unanswered questions. Maybe he should have stayed, but Kadu's mind had stalled when Jurr's lips touched his. The offered to put in for a transfer had sent Jurr into an all-out panic attack. One that only subsided when Kadu swore that he'd never leave without her permission. As the minutes ticked by and Jurr didn't show, he began to fear that she'd changed her mind. Maybe Jurr had realized that this could never work.

Sighing, Kadu touched his lips to call on the memory of what it felt like to have Jurr’s pressed against them. He shouldn’t have allowed it. As her guardian, Kadu should be above such manners of corruption. He was a Jedi Master, strong enough to bend the strongest minds in their government. Yet, he couldn’t manage to reign in his own.

Give her time, a voice whispered in the back of Kadu’s frantic thoughts. Just because Jurr didn’t come to him this night, didn’t mean that she would never sneak into his room again. She needed space to think. Jurr was a planner, even if she didn’t always remember those plans. She’d need to be sure of her next step, and sharing his bed after the day they’d had probably would be a bad idea. Hormones were treacherous betrayers that had ruined the careers and lives of countless throughout history. Those reassurances didn't keep him from inhaling the scent from her pillow and hoping.

Another idea, one more terrifying than her rejection, struck Kadu. What if Jurr’s implants had malfunctioned. She might not even remember this afternoon. She might not remember him. It could be for the best, of course. If Jurr forgot about their kiss, about the heated sparring match, then it would be over. A heavy weight settled in Kadu’s chest. He didn’t want to be forgotten. Jurr wasn't simply the woman he'd fallen in love with, but a trusted friend. Kadu couldn’t imagine living a life where he wasn't allowed to express his affections, be they platonic or romantic.

Kadu's rapid fire fretting had worked himself into a frenzy, one that had him reaching to pull the blanket back when the door slid open. He froze, caught by the image of a shy Jurr standing in the hallway in nothing but one of his old shirts. It was pale pink with a stylized Vulptex on the front, being chased by a slogan from the tourism company in Aurebesh. Kadu leaned back on his elbow, forcing himself to appear relaxed while waiting for Jurr to choose if she would flee back to her room, or join him.

Biting her lip, Jurr rubbed her arms. “Sorry,” she whispered, taking a single step into the room. Kadu’s heart raced with mingled hope and trepidation. “I was performing a backup of my memory banks. Is it too late?”

“Of course, not,” Kadu breathed, holding back the blanket in invitation. “You are welcome any time.” He didn’t ask about the backup as Jurr hurried over the cold floor to climb into bed. She only did that when there was something important that she needed to remember. It meant that he hadn’t frightened her away; that their kiss had meant everything to her that it had to him.

Tucking the blanket around her, Kadu settled back while Jurr got comfortable. She faced him, amber eye searching for him in the darkness. Kadu reached out to brush the loose hair away from her face. He wanted to kiss her again, to pull her close and sleep knowing that she was safe in his arms. But, it wasn’t the time for that. They needed to move slowly, give one another the chance to acclimate to something that had been building for a year.

“Good night, Mri’ka.” Jurr smiled at the endearment. That name had started as a playful tease about being small and feisty. Lately, Kadu has used it with new meaning.  

Jurr shifted, one hand touching Kadu’s chin as she leaned forward. His breath caught with the realization that she was searching for his lips. Tipping his head, Kadu let Jurr close the distance, then swallowed a growl of pleasure when her tongue grazed his lip. Just as quickly, Jurr pulled back. “Night, Kadu.”

Kadu simply nodded for fear of the shakiness in his voice. Pulling Jurr closer, Kadu pressed on more kiss to her hair, smiling when Jurr hummed in approval.  He took a deep breath, basking in the scent of the woman who had claimed his heart, before finally drifting into a peaceful slumber.

[cinlat]

Omg I love this so much. My favorite part is her drawing their hands and being annoyed when he won't quit twitching. This is so sweet and it's lovely seeing their roles reversed. I'm flailing over all of this.

23: Relieved Kisses, for Jurr and Kadu?

Oh thank you for asking for this one, I really enjoyed getting into Jurr’s head here.

Kiss Prompt List

Characters: Jurr Jiin and Kadu Jadon (who belongs to @cinlat)

Word Count: 1296

Story: Jedi Sitters

Jurr was used to being in situations where she didn’t really know what was going on, or what was expected of her. Bullshitting her way through entire days, entire missions, that she excelled at that - she had to if she wanted to stay in the military. If anyone other than those she trusted entirely knew how often she was missing pieces of her memory she would be benched. Permanently.

On the days when she really struggled to keep up appearances, she wondered if that would be for the best; if someday her deficiencies were going to get someone she cared about killed.

Sitting next to a hospital bed waiting for Kadu to wake up she couldn’t help but tally up the ways his injuries were her fault. Felix and Darvic had tried telling her she wasn’t to blame, that the Imperial soldiers who ambushed their camp were, but they weren’t looking at the big picture. If not for Jurr, Kadu would be on Tython, serving on the Jedi Council and most importantly - he would be safe. Not lying in a hospital bed, looking as pale as possible for a male covered in fur, bandages wrapped around his chest and head.

That was the part scared her the most - his head wound. Realistically Jurr knew most people could get hit in the head without forgetting everything. It happened every day. But she had never sat next to the man she loved, who soothed her fears and showed her what real life could be, and faced the unknown. When would he wake up? Would he wake up? Would he look at her with the same blank expression she gives him every time her memory is damaged?

The very thought makes her chest ache. How can he do it, Jurr wondered, staying by her side even when it must kill him when she looks at him as a stranger, when she refused to accept the second memory upload he always offered so kindly? Because he loves you a quiet voice in the back of her mind whispered, easing the tension she felt with that simple but significant truth. Kadu loved her and never doubted her; she needed to do the same.

Sighing heavily, Jurr pushed out of her chair and paced the length of the small room Kadu had been sleeping in for the last few days. He’s going to be okay, he has to be. The desperate pleas repeated over and over in her mind, as if their presence in her mind would make it true. The actual truth was, Jurr wouldn’t be able to function without him anymore. Even the last time her memory wiped, when she first woke up with the first upload live in her brain, she knew something was wrong. Like there was something just outside of her view on the left, where she would have a clear line of sight if she had both eyes. Something that was always gone when she turned to look. That feeling only went away when she braved the second upload and everything snapped into place.

Kadu was so much more than just her lover and doctor, he was the foundation of her entire life.

If he never woke up, it would be the end. She wouldn’t accept another personal medic, she’d be relieved of duty and either stuck at a desk or discharged. Trev had pulled a lot of strings, using his position in the Jedi Order, to help get her the position she had but without the key factor that made the brass trust her mind would be steady enough to preform.

Jurr wasn’t ready to end everything, her career, her life, but… she paused in her pacing and looked at his still form, if he ever asked? She’d give it all up in a heartbeat if he would be at her side. Shaking hands gripped the foot of the bed and she willed him to wake up. To shift. Anything to let her know he would be okay.

Stubbornly, Kadu stayed still except the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest.

Muttering a curse between clenched teeth, Jurr raked her hand through her hair. It was loose around her ears, parts still matted together from the product that had held up her mohawk the day he had been injured. She couldn’t bare to leave him long enough to wash up, afraid of what she might miss. She only had clean clothing because Felix had thrown a few of her things into the bag he brought for Kadu when he woke. Her gaze landed on the hand resting on his stomach and despite her fragmented memory of their past, she remembered drawing those hands. She remembered the way he would cup them around her own and laugh about how dainty she was compared to him.

Grabbing her datapad, Jurr pulled her chair around to the other side of his bed, right next to where his hand was. Opening the sketch program, she gave into the sudden need to draw his hand curled around her own, their fingers intertwined. She laced her fingers between his, using her free hand to maneuver his the way they would naturally clasp her hand if he was conscious. Propping her datapad on the bed she started to sketch.

Art had been her coping mechanism for fear for as long as she could remember, for whatever little her memory was worth. Somehow her brain couldn’t hold on to memories of learning the actual techniques but they were ingrained so deep she never truly forgot it. Like field stripping a rifle, it was something she didn’t need to know her own name to be able to do. Focusing on the lines that formed their hands, the strength in his long, graceful fingers, the squared off edges of her nails, the rest of the world faded away as Jurr lost herself in the process of capturing the image in front of her.

“Hold still,” she murmured when his hand shifted as she was shading the spaces where their fingers met. His fingers twitched again and she sighed, “really Kadu I’m trying to-”

The stylus slipped out of her grip when she looked up and saw bright, fire orange eyes watching her. Her eye watered and she didn’t even try to keep the tears at bay. “Kadu? You’re awake?”

Lips curling into a soft smile, Kadu lifted a hand to wipe some of the moisture off her cheek. “I am sorry if I scared you.”

Jurr covered his mouth with her hand, “don’t apologize, not when you’re hurt.”

Wrapping his other hand around her wrist, Kadu pulled her hand away from his mouth but instead of releasing her rubbed his thumb back and forth across the scarred skin on her arm. “I’m fine Jurr, I promise,” he reassured her before frowning, “how long has it been since you slept?” When she answered with a half hearted shrug, Kadu pulled her into the bed, arm wrapping around her shoulders to hold her close.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Jurr kissed the steady pulse in his neck. “I am so sorry,” she whispered, knowing he would hear, “I am so sorry I put you through all of this and forget you over and over.”

Kissing her temple, Kadu relaxed back into the hospital bed and smiled. “Now who needs to stop apologizing?” he teased, running his hands through her hair to scratch her scalp the way he knew she loved. “It’s all worth it when you remember me Jurr. Every time.”

Sniffing, Jurr pressed herself tightly against him, needing to feel his warmth. She needed this and she needed him. Now she just needed to find a way to never forget him again.

[kunoichi-ume]

*cracks knuckles * 1) don't leave Jurr /Kadu

micro story prompt list. I knew these two would be first from you, we have so many feels for them these days.

Yeah totally using the banners you made @cinlat haha. This is super early in their relationship, before they have one really, and the first time Jurr asks Kadu to stay with her while she sleeps.

“Don’t leave.”

The wordshad slipped out before she could stop them. For a moment Jurr hoped he hadn’theard, that Kadu would continue his way out of her bedroom. She had spent thenight at a bad getting drunk, not as drunk as she wanted to be, just enoughthat remembering it was her “birthday” didn’t hurt as much.

Unfortunately,between the trip back to the Thunderclap and Kadu herding her into her bed shehad started to sober up. Unless her memory had failed, and she forgot the date,this was the hardest day of the year for her. It wasn’t really her birthday, ananniversary that should be celebrated for her surviving another year of thechaos that was her life, but the date of a much more somber event.

It was seventeenyears to the date of her accident, the horrible shuttle crash that killed theperson she once was and turned her into what she was now. It was the closestthing to a birthday she had.

Now as thehaze of alcohol ebbed in her mind, the soul crushing loneliness the day alwaysbrought with it was back in full force. In the past she always suffered throughit alone, trying her best to drink and sleep the day away, but this year therewere too many people around her. Too many eyes to notice what she was doing.

And thisyear, strange as it was, she didn’t want to be alone. Jurr spent most of herlife alone, hiding behind the mask that convinced the galaxy she was at leastpartly normal but something about Kadu made her falter. Made her reach out andgrasp his hand as he stepped away from her bed.

Kadu turned backat her plea, a crease between his eyes showing his concern and she almost tookher request back but the idea of him walking out the door and leaving her alonemade her chest tighten in fear.

“Please,”she said instead of recanting her request. “I can’t be alone tonight.”

Warm fingerscurled around her hand and Kadu smiled at her softly. “I’ll stay as long as youwant.”

[kunoichi-ume]

OC Kiss Week: Jurr and Kadu

Kadu is @cinlat‘s oc

Target acquired, Jurr thought, peeking into the common room to find Kadu listening to music and scrolling through his datapad. His long legs were propped on the edge of the table, the muscles of his calves flexing enticingly as he moved his foot in time to the music. She suspected he knew she was there, he always seemed to have a sense of her presence before she reached him. At least he was a good sport and didn’t always acknowledge her until she made her presence known.

Though the idea of catching him off guard just once thrilled her.

Suddenly an idea formed in her mind, making her smile wickedly even as her stomach twisted with a sudden case of nerves. It hadn’t been long since their first kiss and while she was overjoyed by the change in their relationship in theory, acting on it was still terrifying. A lifetime, well what little she could remember of it, of trying to hide the less pleasant parts of herself made it hard to open up to him.

But she was trying and Kadu said that was enough.

Mind made up, Jurr strode quickly into the room. Sure enough, less than a step inside the door and he lifted his head to smile at her. Instead of heading to the chair she preferred to use, she walked straight up to him and plopped herself down on his lap.

Kadu made a sound that was a mixture of shock and delight, dropping his datapad to hold her steady. His smile widened to a grin and he started to ask what she was doing when Jurr grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him down into a kiss.

Jurr pressed her lips firmly against his, leaning her side against his chest. He relaxed against her mouth quicker than during their first kiss, where it was almost over before he properly reacted. This time he cupped the back of her head, his other hand tightening on her hip to pull her closer. When her lips parted he slid his tongue into her mouth, drawing a startled gasp from her before she pulled away.

She could feel her face burning, embarrassed by her own forwardness, but the way Kadu was looking at her made it hard to regret her action. His already bright orange eyes were shining with happiness and what she suspected was arousal, further fueling her conflicting emotions of shame and triumph at catching him off guard for once.

“What did I do to deserve that wonderful greeting Jurr?” Kadu ran his claws gently across her scalp as he spoke, making her eye flutter closed as she leaned into the pleasant sensation.

“Wanted to surprise you,” she said before biting her lip, trying to hold back the noises of contentment she wanted to make.

Kadu laughed and Jurr opened her eye just enough to be sure he wasn’t laughing at her.

“It worked, didn’t it?” She openly cringed at the uncertainty in her voice, but it was too late to take the question back.

She was beginning to worry he wasn’t going to answer and that she had made a bigger fool of herself than she thought when she felt his lips press against her forehead.

“It definitely worked,” he whispered, lips still close enough to brush against her skin before he leaned back in his chair and Jurr opened her eye, desperate to see the expression on his face. She relied heavily on facial cues when her memory failed and it had turned into a habit even when she had her full metal facilities.

Kadu moved his hand from the back of her head to cup the scarred side of her face. Jurr tensed at the touch but she didn’t pull away when he caressed her cheek with his thumb.

“You know,” he said, still grinning broadly, “you’re more than welcome to surprise me whenever you want.”

Jurr laughed at his invitation and nodded her head. “I’ll try to remember that.”

[cinlat]

Word Count: 1400 (look at that word count) Characters: Kadu Jadon & @kunoichi-ume‘s Jurr Jiin Series: Jedi Sitters A/N: For those not familiar with Jurr, she was in an accident as a child that caused brain damage and her memory is solely dependent on implants. Jedi Master Kadu Jadon is a healer who specializes with cases such as Jurr’s who need round the clock medical supervision. *Kadu was a throw away character that we needed to fill a position on the rebuilt Havoc Squad and he kind of demanded that we give him life. Then, Ume mentioned something about Jurr’s fascination with his teeth, and how that might completely freak him out, especially while conflicted about feelings he was beginning to have towards the soldier. The story wouldn’t leave me alone, so I stayed up into the wee hours of the morning writing. Why? Because I could. (I was off work today. Woot!)

Kadu glanced toward the door when Garrum’s voice echoed down the hall. “Sir, I need you to cooperate for your own good.”

Curiosity drove the Cathar from his bunk to see what the noise was about. Garrum was a steadfast soldier who didn't ruffle easily, but at that moment, the man sounded completely taxed. Kadu rounded the corner in time to collide with his commanding officer. He caught Jurr around the waist before she could stumble back. “Everything okay, Corporal?”

Heaving a sigh, Garrum shook his head. “I'm off the clock, sir. It's your watch, now.”

Kadu blinked at the large soldier who shouldered past to disappear into the barracks.  Then, the Cathar glanced to the tiny woman still in his arms. “Have a little too much to drink?”

Jurr grinned up at Kadu, a distant look in her singular eye. Though weak, he could sense her mental fog through the Force bond they’d started to build. “Alright, time for bed.”

Kadu didn't like it when Jurr returned in such a state, but wouldn't condemn her for seeking refuge in the numbing effects of alcohol. She'd lived a hard life, and if Trev were to be believed, had survived mostly on her own despite one massive handicap.

Tucking his forearm beneath Jurr's knees, Kadu lifted her rather than negotiate. He'd learned early on that she was convinced sleep was for the weak, especially after drinking.  It was an action only he could get away with, however. The other soldiers were forced to bargain with their commander.

Kadu tried to ignore the way Jurr’s body fit in his arms. He was a Jedi, her physician, and Cathar. None of those allowed him leeway for the kind of thoughts he'd had recently.

Jurr was a hard woman to ignore. She carried herself with an air of authority even while having no clue what was going on. Now that Kadu had met the woman, Trev's mantra of what would Jurr do when he was caught off guard made more sense. Not only did she rarely panic, but her skills as a warrior were unmatched. Kadu often enjoyed watching Jurr run through drills that would save her life in the event that her memories were corrupted. She could disarm a target or break down a weapon on muscle memory alone.

Kadu glanced down when Jurr yawned. Her amber eye stood in stark contrast to a shock of flame red hair that she kept artfully styled. More than once, he'd run his fingers through it while she recovered from an implant procedure. The act felt intimate, a connection to a woman he couldn’t have, and seemed to soothe her. Jurr woke in a better mood, at least.

“You're soft,” Jurr murmured as Kadu activated the door to her room.

“Thanks,” Kadu drolled. It was what every male wanted to hear from the woman he fancied. How soft he was.

Lowering Jurr to the bed, Kadu struggled with the blankets while she clung to his neck. He'd just pulled it back when Jurr buried her face in the fur below his jaw. Kadu froze, breath lodged in his throat, as she nuzzled him like a lover. To his species, that sort of scent marking was a proclamation of ownership. The sign that they planned to become a mated couple.

“So soft,” Jurr hummed.

Kadu inhaled slowly, his senses filled with everything that made Jurr unique. Of course, she didn't understand. She was human, and far too drunk. He was simply a pleasurable texture at the moment.

“That's nice,” Kadu answered as he untangled Jurr's arms from around his shoulders so that he could tuck her in. “Get some sleep.”

As Kadu turned to leave, Jurr's fingers curled into the hem of his shorts. “I don't want to be alone.”

Kadu sighed. It was nothing new. He'd sat with Jurr through a few of these, moments when she had no one else to turn to. They'd become friends over time, sharing stories and concerns about the future. Innocent dreams.

Somewhere along the way, Kadu had started hoping for more. It was a stupid wish. Too many obstacles stood in their way, least of which being that he wasn't sure that Jurr shared his affection.

There were times when Kadu had caught the captain studying him. She blushed when their eyes met and turned away. Every now and then, Jurr even made comments about him being attractive, but they were always followed by a joke. Then, there were moments when she was so completely open with him, that Kadu swore he could see into her soul.

It too, was beautiful.

“I'll stay until you fall asleep,” Kadu promised as he lowered onto the bed beside Jurr. He was always careful to tuck her in, then spend his time on top of the blanket. No sooner had Kadu settled on the bed, then Jurr startled grappling with the blanket. He watched as she untangled herself, scrambled onto her knees, then sat facing him with a keen gleam in her eye.

“Feel better?” Kadu asked with a half smirk. Jurr often thwarted his efforts to get her to sleep during these times too.

Without answering Kadu’s question, Jurr leaned forward to run a finger across one of the stripes that slashed his face. “These are pretty,” she decided with a nod, then moved to the scars that had nearly claimed his left eye. “You’ve got scars like mine. Do they hurt?”

Kadu put his hand over Jurr’s, eyes closed to savor her touch. “No, itch sometimes.” Those scars were one of the few reminders of the littermates he'd left behind after joining the Jedi Order. Even if one was an overly highstrung sister. He often wondered if she'd ever settled down, or now had a mate and feisty litter of her own.

When Kadu's eyes opened again, they focused on a lopsided grin. “Do yours?”

“Can’t really feel anything.” Jurr took Kadu’s free and pressed it to her cheek. His palm tingled at the feel of course skin beneath it. “Just temperature and--Mmm, you feel nice.”

Kadu laughed, startling Jurr from her daze. He worried that his mirth would push her away, but she inched closer. “Oh.” Kadu lifted a questioning brow when her hands brought his face closer to hers. He could smell the brand of whiskey she’d drank, see the flecks of gold scattered through her eye. Then, her fingers slipped under his lips to pry them apart. “You’re teeth are amazing.”

It was a struggle not to laugh harder for fear of biting her. Kadu followed Jurr’s lead, turning his head whichever way she directed while examining his dental structure and asking questions about how hard he could bite. He’d relaxed until Jurr moved her explorations from his mouth to the tips of his ears. Those were more sensitive and sent a jolt through his body. It didn’t help that she was nearly sitting in his lap so that she could see both at the same time.

When Jurr leaned against Kadu’s chest to examine his hairline, he decided her game had gone on long enough. Taking Jurr’s hands into his, Kadu gently pulled them from his body and shifted her back onto the mattress. The fact that she was obviously drunk might have been the only thing keeping him from claiming Jurr's lips when she captured the lower between her teeth. Best to remove temptation before any mistakes were made.

“It’s late, Captain. Don’t you think sleep sounds good?” Kadu gave her pillow a pointed look.

“Probably,” Jurr giggled, then rolled to the side and flung her arms out. “I promise I’ll stay put this time.”

Kadu smirked as he eased from the bed to pull the blanket around her again. “You better, or I’m going back to mine.” Another laugh escaped when Jurr crossed her heart with a solemn nod.

When Kadu positioned himself back on top of their flimsy barrier, Jurr sighed and shifted onto her side with an arm flung across his thighs.  “Night, Kad,” she whispered before drifting into a light snore that he’d always found adorable.

Placing a hand on top of Jurr’s head, Kadu worked his fingers gently through the product to loosen its hold and offer more comfort while she slept. “Night, Jurr,” he responded softly, then smiled. “I hope you don’t remember any of this in the morning.”

[cinlat]

I love everything about this. These two are so special and I love seeing them get to know each other.

22. Questioning kisses for Kadu/Jurr

Thank you! I know you love the angst… and this almost was angsty, post nightmare comfort and then this happened. I am not sorry. 

Kiss Prompt List

Characters: Jurr Jiin and Kadu Jadon (who belongs to @cinlat)

Word Count: 466

Story: Jedi Sitters

Jurr squirmed away from the sensation of short fur brushing against the side of her neck. “There too.”

“What about this?” Kadu asked, a teasing lilt to his voice a second before she felt him brush his lips and fur against the other, scarred side. She shook her head where it was perched on her folded arms.

“Not so much there,” she said, turning her head back the other way to catch a glimpse of him over her shoulder. She was on their bed, bare back on display as she laid on her stomach. What had started as a massage, working a new medicated lotion into her scars, had turned into a very unprofessional experiment as he cataloged all her ticklish spots.

Fingers dragged along her spine, claws out just enough that she could feel the tips poking against her skin. Jurr lifted her head, stretching her back to draw out the sensation as long as possible.

Kadu laughed, a deep masculine chuckle, before pressing a kiss to the base of her spine. “You liked that.” Unable to make herself admit it aloud, Jurr nodded her head and he rewarded her with another pass of his fingers across her skin. Open mouthed kissed followed this time, lavishing her skin with warmth.

Not so long ago this would have been unthinkable, baring her skin to someone else and feeling so comfortable. Kadu had a way of making her forget her insecurities, like how he never looked at her in disgust when she changed or avoided feeling the rough texture of her scars. In fact it was like he couldn’t get enough of her skin, smooth or gnarled, and took every possible opportunity to show it.

Jurr jerked away with a squeal when he touched a spot on her left side. Flipping over, she glared at him when he started to laugh.

“That really ticked, did it?” Kadu reached for her side again, fingers just brushing over the ticklish spot before she wrapped her arms around her bare waist.

“Yes,” Jurr hissed, “it did.” Even though she was getting used to his touch, being tickled was very uncomfortable. She suspected it was more the loss of control than the sensation, but that didn’t change her knee jerk responses when something really tickled.

Moving with a deliberate slowness, giving her every opportunity to move away if she wanted, Kadu crawled across the bed and positioned himself over her lower body. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to the smooth skin just below her belly button. “And here? Do you like that?”

The heat in his eyes made her breath hitch and Jurr felt her cheeks burning. “Yes,” she said, the admission little more than a breathy sigh.

Kadu grinned, hooking his fingers under the waistband of her pants. “Good.”

[cinlat]

Micro drabble: silent fury

This is still very much in the “Kadu is pining for the little soldier he can’t have and is positive she’d oblivious to him as more than a friend” phase of their lack of relationship. @kunoichi-ume‘s Jurr is such a precious little soldier. *pats her*

Kadu needed to escape the confines of the Senate Tower. If he’d been doubtful about his attachment to Jurr before, having to stand silently by while she was chastised for the failure of another solidified it. Kadu was furious. How dare they speak to a captain in the Republic Military as such. None of Kadu’s superiors on the Council would ever have raised their voice in such a manner, nor used such degrading words.

The ride back to the Thunderclap was silent. Jurr stared out the window, while Kadu seethed inside. He could feel her anguish through their Force bond. Jurr hadn’t forgotten anything on that mission. Her implants had operated at peak, and her squad had executed their orders to the best of their ability. Sometimes the stupidity of others got in the way. That was all.

Military commanders saw only results, however, and a dead objective meant that Jurr’s mission was marked as a failure. They didn’t care that the man had been dead for hours by the time they arrived, she should have gotten there faster.

When the taxi stopped outside of the spaceport, Jurr scanned her military stipend card and exited without a word. Kadu followed, keeping his anger to himself, until they rounded a corner, and he saw the dampness on Jurr’s right cheek. 

Pulling her to a stop, Kadu bent to look Jurr in the eye. She tried to turn away, but he refused to be denied. Kadu checked their surroundings before spotting a small service hall under construction. Once our of sight of the security cameras, Kadu took Jurr’s cheeks into his hands. “This was not your fault.”

Jurr nodded, but didn’t speak. Kadu brushed the pads of his thumbs across her cheeks before kissing her forehead. That small contact broke through Jurr’s defenses, and she threw her arms around his waist before burying her face in his shirt. The anger Kadu had only just pushed down roared to life again at the sound of her quiet sobs. He held Jurr close, knowing this would be the only comfort she received, and silently vowed to never leave her side. Next time, he would not remain her passive companion. Next time, they would hear what he had to say.

[cinlat]

Microfic prompts #38. soak

@kunoichi-ume and I decided a while ago that since Kadu is a surfer boy Jedi,  he needed to teach Jurr how to swim. So…here is the lead in to the drabble that will eventually be written about Jurr’s first swim lesson.

“How can you stand it?” Jurr asked as Kadu ducked under the water again. She assumed that being covered in fur would make the Cathar avoid being wet, not rush to the nearest source every time they have a free moment. When he popped up again with a grin, water traced his stripes to gather in his mouth. 

“You should try it,” Kadu replied as he swam towards the dock where Jurr perched. As he reached for her, the soldier yanked her feet out of the water with a yelp. 

Kadu laughed, pulling the top half of his body out of the water to rest his chin on the pier. “It’s not cold. Come join me.” When his fingers left the side of the wood, Jurr scooted further away, it was only then that Kadu saw the fear in her eye. “Jurr?”

The soldier shook her head. “I’m fine, really.” Her earlier mood, relaxed and carefree, now felt tumultuous in the Force. His brows furrowed, but before Kadu could press his friend for more information, she pushed to her feet. “I’m getting tired. Think I’ll take a nap, and I need to check on the rest of the squad to make sure they’re staying out of trouble.”

Knowing better than to leave Jurr alone on a vacations planet, Kadu scrambled the rest of the way onto the pier to run after her. He scooped up a towel to wrap around his hips before grabbing Jurr’s arm gently. It wasn’t until she refused to meet Kadu’s eyes that he understood. “You can’t swim, can you?”

Jurr tapped her implants. “Not a good idea when I was a kid and these were always under construction. Then, it just never seemed important.”

Kadu snorted. “Knowing how to swim could save your life.”

Jurr mimicked the sound. “And, the next time my implants fritz and I forget everything?”

This time, Kadu’s grin was wide enough to flash sharp teeth. Jurr hated how much she loved his smile. It made her want to agree, no matter the request. At least, until Kadu started backing towards the water. “It’s muscle memory. Once you learn, your body won’t let you forget again.” Kadu released her arm, then slid back into the water without rippling the water. He paddled backward, then looked up at Jurr with a pitiful expression. “What do you say?”

[cinlat]

OCs Cuddle Tag

Rules: For each of your OCs, rate how cuddleable they are on a scale of 1-10.

Tagged by: @tishinada (okay, this looks like fun)

Tagging: @villainship @aliyamirat @sunsetofdoom @brehha-swtor and @kunoichi-ume

*cracks knuckles* This might take a moment...I think I’ll stick with first generation.

Fynta Wolfe (Republic Trooper): *Artwork by dingoat​

Fynta gets a solid 8, now: Cuddling is new to Fynta. She’s always been up for sex, but letting someone touch her body while sleeping or relaxing has always been an absolute no-go. However, once a certain, surly Cathar entered her life, all of Fynta’s preconceived notions of romance were turned on their head. Now, she loves nothing more than to lay in Jorgan’s arms and feel his fingers playing in her hair.

Kadu Jadon (Jedi Consular): *Artwork by dingoat

Kadu​ get a well-earned 10. This fluffy surfer Jedi dude was cuddling his now wife long before either of them admitted their feelings, simply because it made her feel better. As the former Barsen’thor, his inclination has always been towards peace. After stepping down from the council and following his heart into the healing arts, the ability to touch others in a soothing manner often helped his patients heal faster. That was played to his benefit all the more after receiving Jurr as his ward. It didn’t take long for the normally suspicious soldier to find that her favorite way to relax was nestled between his arms and legs with her back against his chest. Often times, they wouldn’t even speak while she drew and he read. Eventually (after a looooong time of pining) it turned into a romance, and the cuddling only became more intimate. 

Ma’at Stasma (Sith Inquisitor): *artwork by the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond

Ma’at is giddy at a 9. Ma’at was convinced from an early age that the most she could hope for was a husband who wouldn’t try to kill her. As the daughter of a prominent Sith family (I took liberties with the slave theme and made it more about duty and responsibility than the literal interpretation of the word) She was promised to Tuathal (The Emperor’s Wrath) through an agreement between their parents. Once they met, they fell madly in love, and she finally let her guard drop. While Tuathal is her beloved and respected husband, not to mention father of four of her children, including their heir, her love expanded to others down the road. Talos kept Ma’at from growing lonely while part from her husband, and fathered her second oldest son. Later, Lana stole another piece of Ma’at’s heart through her calm logic and clever wit. Once her trust is earned, Ma’at is loyal to a fault and willing to share everything.

Zolah Holran (Imperial Agent): 

Zolah gets a 3. As a spy, cuddling was always a hazard, or a tool. While she trusts Vector and Theron implicitly, years of light sleeping has made it difficult to relax while another person touches her. This doesn’t mean that she won’t wrap her arms and legs around either man in her sleep, but Theron equates that more to a military move than proper cuddling. 

Notiac Carlo (Jedi Consular):

This one took a while, but Notiac finally worked herself up to a 5. Strict adherence to the Jedi Code made this connection with Lana difficult, but luckily, Sith are a stubborn lot. After months of Lana’s gentle encouragement and quiet advances, Notiac finally let down her guard enough to accept a Sith’s affection. She is still uncomfortable with public displays of affection, though has graduated to not flinching when Lana’s hand brushes hers while they work. In private, she loves nothing more than to settle on a sofa with a glass of wine and watch a holovid with her lover’s arm entwined with hers.

Cinlat & Verin Ejnar (Bounty Hunters):

Cinlat gets a 2, while Verin would love a higher number. Let’s go with a 7. Cinlat’s no nonsense personality, combined with an early life as a pit fighter on Hutta, made for a code disposition that didn’t lend towards an easy relationship. Verin still fell stupidly in love with his badass boss (he totally has a thing for older women, too). While he’d had loved to have spent hours in her arms, he respected that Cinlat wasn’t fond of being touched. She showed her love with playful barbs, and shooting anyone who looked at him wrong.

Hira’niafan (Smuggler):

Despite her cantankerous disposition, Hirani is a cuddlebug. She gets a 6, simply for being a bitch. Koth doesn’t mind her sharp tongue, most of the time. These two can go from sweet kisses, to shouting, in a matter of seconds. No matter the grievance, they work well as a team, always come back to each other, and usually resume where they left off. Hirani likes to prop her feet across Koth’s lap while they relax and let his fingers massage her lekku. 

Kaeto Vaa & Kozen (Jedi Knight/Sith Warrior):

These two get a combined 3. Physical contact is less of the thing than mental contact. Kaeto and Kozen literally live inside one another’s head. They accidentally created a Force bond that can’t be severed while both live, and it has led to a strange sort of love between them. While both sexual creatures, the intimacy comes from their combined meditations where they open their minds to one another.

Balic Cormac (Republic Trooper):

Cormac gets a 10. There is no way this giant puppy could get anything other than the highest score. Whether it’s spooning with his wife, Elara, chilling with his best friend, Fynta, or watching cartoons with his son, Tayl, physical touch is important. Even Jorgan has given up fighting Cormac’s “bro-hugs”. Oormac needs everyone around him to know that they are loved and appreciated, and he’s not ashamed to be the one who tells them. 

Sadio Edan (Smuggler):

I’m going to rank Sadio as a 7. She’s not afraid of physical affection, but she’s cautious with whom she shares it. Torian was the exception to that rule, and managed to worm inside her defenses a lot faster than she expected. Given their respective jobs keep them apart, these two make the best of everything during the stolen days in between missions. 

Solish Rasik (Sith Inquisitor):

Solish gets a 4 simply because her cuddling usually involves claws. Luckily, she found the right kind of masochist in Andronikos. She isn’t likely to crawl into his lap and go to sleep, but after sex, Solish is as pliable as a kitten. Andronikos has all the scars to prove it, and thinks it’s adorable that she kneads him while falling asleep. He’d never admit that out loud, of course. 

Nahir Par-Jorgan (Republic Trooper): 

Being raised in a Cathar family, Nahir gets a 9. Physical touch and grooming are a large part of her relationship with Aric and their triplets. Cheek rubbing, scalp scratching, and all other manner of touch are important ways of showing affection. Nahir sleeps best when she’s completely wrapped in her lifemate’s arms.

Mama Wanda (Bounty Hunter): 

Being past her prime can’t keep Wanda from enjoying life’s little pleasures. She gets a 7. Until Bey’way Aygo, Wanda hadn’t found another male who could hold a candle to her departed husband. This scruffy, sharp-witted Bothan Admiral stole her heart with a sheepish grin and a bottle of whiskey. Even with her adoration of the male, all cuddling ceases at bedtime and her joints demand a pillow between her knees to soothe aching hips, and another at her back to keep from rolling over and aggravating an old injury. With his own career in the military, Bey’wan has his own bedtime routine. While awake, though, these two are not afraid to hold hands and kiss cheeks in front of the young guns. 

Let’a Payach (Buff Avacado):

I’m still learning this one, but I think Let’a probably gets a 6. She adores her giant lug of a husband, and has no problem cuddling up to him for a late night holovid. If they’ve been working out and he stinks, all bets are off until after the shower. Likewise, if she’s hot or uncomfortable at all, she doesn’t want to be touched and might lash out if Ripn doesn’t take the hint.

Verin & Keshal (Mandalorians): 

Verin finally gets his 7 through his second marriage to Keshal, who earns an 8. After losing Cinlat on Yavin 4, Verin vowed to never let his woman out of his sight without her knowing just how much he cherished her. When they first met, Keshal and Verin were constantly at each other’s throats. After their married, Verin was thrilled to discover that his new wife loved massages, head rubs, and foot rubs. Keshal was likewise excited to find a man who was willing to give her those things as her previous husband had a thing against touching feet. That became even more important when she became pregnant with their first child. While too old for fatherly hugs, Verin finds other way to show his adopted son affection, and Tranx can’t escape Keshal’s rib cracking embraces no matter how far he runs. 

[cinlat]

Omg they look like they are having so much fun. One of the first stories we wrote of these two was Kadu teaching Jurr how to swim. I love the stripes on him and the markings on her. And the look Jurr is giving him Alaska volumes. Kadu is 100% trying to talk Jurr into surfing these waves and she's having none of it because someone might see. But she loves watching him have fun. Man, I love these two.

@kunoichi-ume and @cinlat‘s Jurr and Kadu, living it up in the waves! There’s no way I could get away from the surf when I was given this Jedi and his Trooper to work with. Another that’ll have more colours to come… I’m only a tiny bit behind, I can do this!

[cinlat]

OC Muse Meme (Kadu Jadon)

FIRST RULE :  Tag nine muses you would like to know better ! SECOND RULE : bold the statements that are true for your muse ( italics for situational/verse dependent )

Tagged by @melissagt

Kadu Jadon - Jedi Consular - Retired Barsen’thor - Jedi Healer

APPEARANCE

I am 5'7" or taller I wear glasses I have at least one tattoo I have at least one piercing I have blonde(ish) hair I have brown eyes I have short hair My abs are at least somewhat defined I have or have had braces

PERSONALITY

I love meeting new people. People tell me that I’m funny. Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me. I enjoy physical challenges. I enjoy mental challenges. I’m playfully rude with people I know well. I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it. There is something I would change about my personality.

ABILITY

I can sing well. I can play an instrument. I can do over 30 push-ups without stopping I’m a fast runner. I can draw well. I have a good memory. I’m good at doing math in my head. I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute. I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling. (Trev is still sulking) I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch. I know how to throw a proper punch.

HOBBIES

I enjoy playing sports I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else I have learned a new song in the past week I work out at least once a week I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months I have drawn something in the past month. (Love to watch Jurr draw, though) I enjoy writing I do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES

I have had my first kiss I have had alcohol I have scored the winning goal in a sports game I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting (Jurr needed the distraction) I have been at an overnight event I have been in a taxi I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year I have beaten a video game in one day I have visited another country/Planet/Galaxy/Universe I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIPS

I’m in a relationship I have a crush on a celebrity (Does the Havoc commander count?) I have a crush on someone I know I have been in at least 3 relationships I have never been in a (serious) relationship I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them I get crushes easily I have had a crush on someone for over a year I have been in a relationship for at least a year I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE

I have at least one person I consider a “best friend”   I live close to my school My parents are still together I have at least one sibling There is snow right now where I live I have hung out with a friend in the past month I have at least 15 CDs I share(d) my room with someone

RANDOM

I have break-danced I know a person named Jamie I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce I have dyed my hair I’m listening to one song on repeat right now I have punched someone in the past week I know someone who has gone to jail (not until Fynta) I have broken a bone I have eaten a waffle today I know what I want to do with my life (though it’s drastically different from years ago) I speak at least 2 languages

Tagging: @kunoichi-ume (you know why) @mando-ad @dingoat 

Pick a muse, tell us about them if you’d like! :)