Peter Parker should have turned to dust on Titan. But when the Snap tore the universe apart, Peter was ripped to somewhere far worse - a galaxy far far away.
Pairings: Peter Parker x Padmé Amidala x Ahsoka Tano
Genre: Multiverse Crossover, War, Smut!
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Interlude 3: The Watcher Between Worlds
Kamar-Taj, Months After the Snap
The sanctum was quiet again. Not peaceful, never peaceful, but momentarily still. Wong stood in the Scrying Chamber, eyes fixed on the glowing rings of an ancient projection spell. The relic spun slowly in the air above the obsidian pedestal, strands of dimensional light weaving in and out like breathing silk.
He was supposed to be reviewing breach reports. Demonic incursions, eldritch storms, something about a soul-thief in Latvia. But his focus had drifted to the anomaly.
Peter Parker.
His soul had never touched the astral plane during the Snap. No death echo, no karmic tether. Just... absence. For a while, Wong assumed the worst some cosmic loophole had swallowed him, or he was hostage to some eldritch horror. Now, he knew better.
The mirror ring shimmered. Through it, Wong saw a different galaxy. A battlefield lit by twin moons. And there he was. Parker. Bloodied, grinning, standing too close to a lightsaber-wielding woman with sharp eyes and no patience.
Wong narrowed his gaze. The kid wasn't dead. He wasn't even lost. He was... alright.
Tied to a pattern far older than any of them. Not the Sorcerers'. But a web.
The Web of Life and Destiny.
"A Spider, of course," Wong muttered. "Even the multiverse can't stop tripping over itself to favor that one."
He traced a slow circle in the air, sealing the vision. The strands of the web recoiled from his touch, alive in ways the Vishanti never intended. They weren't his to meddle with. Not unless they unraveled.
Of course, if it had been up to him, he would've pulled the kid out of there months ago.
Instead, Peter was gallivanting across galaxies, fighting clone wars, and. Wong's eyes lingered briefly on sleeping with alien warriors. Meanwhile, Wong had spent the last forty-eight hours dealing with sentient mold and a time loop caused by a drunk sorcerer's misplaced staff.
He sighed and closed the scrying aperture.
"He gets women, wars, and destiny," Wong muttered under his breath. "I get mildew demons and unpaid paperwork."
A candle beside the pedestal flickered out on its own.
Wong didn't smile. He didn't frown either. He just turned away, pulling his robes tighter around his shoulders.
This wasn't jealousy. Not really.
But if Parker ever made it back, Wong was definitely making him file his own incident report.
Until then, he would not interfere. But he would be ready.
Chapter 4 The Night of No Return
The mission was supposed to be routine.
What remained of the Separatist presence had been cornered in a half-collapsed stronghold buried beneath the cliffs of Seroxis Prime. Intelligence labeled it inactive. No movement, power signatures, and zero threat.
They were wrong.
The first blaster bolt came without warning, cutting down the point man before he could scream. The second took out communications. By the time Rex ordered cover, the clones were already in retreat.
"Fall back!" he shouted over the comms, firing from behind shattered stonework. "It's an ambush!"
The hallways were lit with red streaks of plasma. Droids poured from hidden alcoves, upgraded, faster, more precise. Somewhere, a tank drone thudded into motion. Peter dodged a blast that tore open the ceiling above him. Rubble rained down.
He twisted mid-air and fired a webline at a collapsing archway, yanking it sideways before it could crush Ahsoka. She rolled through the debris and came up with both lightsabers ignited, whirling into a tight defensive arc.
"You alright?" Peter called, ducking behind a scorched pillar.
"I've been better," Ahsoka snapped. Her shoulder was bleeding, but she kept moving.
They pushed forward together, flanked by Rex and three remaining troopers. Smoke clogged the air. The bunker was crumbling, each corridor narrowing as the roof gave way.
"We're boxed in," Peter said, scanning for an exit.
"Temple ahead. It's structurally sound," Rex answered. "Go now."
Before they could move, a second wave appeared at their rear. Heavier droids. Experimental units. Too many. Peter clenched his jaw.
He activated the emergency override on his suit.
Nanotech surged over his body, thickening into layered armor. A burst of kinetic energy radiated outward, vaporizing a half-dozen droids in a flash of heat. The floor cracked beneath him. Sparks rained from the ceiling. The nearest wall caught fire.
The price was immediate. His HUD shorted. His left gauntlet shut down. Power reserves collapsed.
He dropped to one knee, gasping.
"That was your last defense layer," Karen's voice stuttered weakly through his mask.
Peter pulled himself up anyway. "Better fried than dead."
Ahsoka sprinted past him, blades spinning. She carved a path through the wreckage, her movements sharp and furious. She didn't hesitate.
Behind her, two clones dragged the wounded. One collapsed mid-step. Peter caught him, hauling him over his shoulder.
"Go!" Rex shouted. "Move! They're flanking again!"
They reached the ancient temple just ahead of the droids. Ahsoka sliced through the rusted doors. The team barreled inside.
Inside, the silence hit like a wave. Dust swirled in shafts of dim light. Half-toppled statues loomed from the shadows. The temple was old, carved from stone and prayer. It might have once been a Jedi place, long abandoned and forgotten. Now it was a tomb.
The droids began pounding on the outer gate.
Rex barked into the comm. "Requesting immediate evac. Coordinates—"
The signal cut.
Peter leaned against the wall, shaking. His arm wouldn't move. His ribs felt cracked. Blood dripped down the inside of his collar.
Ahsoka stood near the entrance, panting, blades still humming. Her eyes were locked on the door. She looked ready to die right there.
"I told you not to pull a stunt like that again," she said without turning.
Peter coughed and smiled faintly. "You're welcome."
Outside, the pounding stopped. A new sound filled the air. Low and deep, rising fast. A transport.
Twin gunships descended, engines screaming. One swept past the temple and circled. The second slowed over the courtyard, releasing a burst of covering fire.
Ahsoka turned and ran for the door.
"Up! Everyone up!" Rex ordered.
Ropes dropped from the side hatch. Ahsoka grabbed one and leapt. Rex followed, pulling a trooper with him.
Peter limped forward, still carrying the unconscious clone. He reached the rope and began climbing. Halfway up, something exploded below.
A single shot pierced the temple wall and struck a trooper just ahead of him. The clone went limp. He fell, bouncing off the wall and vanishing into the smoke below.
Peter froze, heart pounding.
He felt hands grab his arm, and Rex pulled him into the ship.
Inside, the doors slammed shut. The gunship rose, engines howling.
The cabin smelled of blood, sweat, and burned circuitry. Medics were already working on the injured. One clone flatlined on the stretcher.
Anakin wasn't there. He had taken a solo mission days ago. No one had heard from him since.
Peter was dragged to a med cot. Ahsoka tried to reach him, but a medic held her back. She resisted briefly, then slumped into a seat nearby, shaking.
The light turned white. The curtain closed between them.
Peter didn't speak. Neither did she.
But in that moment, through the silence and pain, something unspoken passed between them.
Whatever had broken down there, something else had taken root.
The curtain fell. Sleep never came.
Peter lay on the cot, wrapped in a coarse medic's blanket that scratched his skin with every shift. The burns along his ribs pulsed beneath layers of tight gauze. His left arm hung limp at his side, twitching faintly from the overload of his suit's final defense. The tent glowed dimly under a dangling green lightstick, casting flickers across the canvas walls. Outside, clone troopers moved in near silence, their boots crunching softly over gravel. The air stank of bacta, sweat, and ash.
His thoughts refused to settle.
He had nearly died again. But this time, he hadn't faced it alone. She had been there. Not behind him. Beside him.
The flap rustled open.
Ahsoka stepped inside, her silhouette momentarily outlined by the pale moonlight behind her. The flap fell closed, and she was part of the silence again. She wore a threadbare blanket wrapped around her shoulders, but her tunic was still damp with sweat and streaked with dried blood. One sleeve was torn, revealing a gash on her forearm. Her face was drawn, not from injury but restraint, as if the storm inside her hadn't yet found a place to land.
She met his eyes and didn't look away.
Peter didn't speak. He didn't trust his voice. His throat felt raw, his chest heavy with everything unspoken.
She crossed the tent without a word. Bare feet on packed earth. No armor and sabers. Just her. She sat beside him on the cot, close enough for him to feel the warmth radiating from her skin. For a while, neither moved.
"I thought you were dead," she said, barely louder than a breath.
Peter turned his head, his voice hoarse. "So did I."
Ahsoka stared at her hands, her fingers curled tightly into the edge of the blanket.
"When you collapsed... I didn't care about the evac. I didn't care about anything." Her voice cracked. "It felt like I was the one losing everything."
Peter reached out with effort, his arm burning as he brushed his fingers across her hand. She didn't pull away. Her skin was warm, shaking slightly beneath the tension.
"I'm still here," he said.
Ahsoka leaned forward until their foreheads touched. Her fingers closed around his wrist, holding it like she could hold him in place if she tried hard enough. Then she kissed him.
There was no hesitation or trial. Her lips met his like they had done it before, like this was the only thing that made sense after everything. He kissed her back, careful but sure, one hand sliding to her waist as her other came up to cup his jaw.
Her mouth moved against his with a slow hunger. Her breath warmed his cheek. She shifted into his lap, her knees straddling his thighs. Even through the ache in his body, he welcomed the pressure of her hips over his.
When they parted, her forehead rested against his.
"I want this," she whispered, forehead leaning into his. "Not tomorrow. Not when the war ends. Right now."
She pulled the medic blanket off his lap. Her fingers slipped into the waistband of his pants and tugged them down slowly. His cock sprang free, already hard, the tip glistening with precum. Her gaze dropped, lips parted. She knelt between his legs, silent and reverent, like a warrior laying down her blade for something far more sacred.
The cot creaked as she leaned forward. She kissed his thigh first. Then lower. Her lips brushed the base of his cock, then dragged up along the thick vein to the tip. Her tongue followed, slow and deliberate, savoring the taste of salt and sweat.
Peter gasped, hips twitching. "Shit… Ahsoka…"
She hummed against him, a deep vibration that made him grunt. "Just breathe," she murmured, her voice low, her breath hot against his length. "Let me take care of you."
She wrapped her lips around the head, slowly sliding her mouth down until he was buried deep in her throat. Her tongue curled beneath him, her throat flexing around the stretch. Her nose pressed into his pelvis. She didn't gag. She moaned.
Peter's fingers clenched the edge of the cot. "Fuuuck…" he growled, his voice broken.
She pulled back inch by inch, dragging her tongue along the underside, then sank down again. Her rhythm was steady, practiced, but intimate. She wasn't trying to show off. She was tasting him. Her moans vibrated around his cock, driving him closer with every pass.
"God, your mouth…" he groaned, head falling back. "I'm gonna…"
She pulled off just long enough to speak. Her lips were wet, her eyes molten. "Then come for me. I want it in my throat."
She took him back in, deep and firm. One hand stroked his base, the other braced on his thigh. Her eyes never left his. The sight of her like that, war-torn, hungry, beautiful, undid him.
Peter's groan was sharp and loud. "Ahsoka… I can't…"
He came with a full-body tremor, hips jerking as thick spurts filled her mouth. She swallowed everything, her lips locked around him as his cock twitched and pulsed against her tongue. She didn't pull away until he was done, until he was limp and shuddering, breath ragged.
She sat back on her knees, licking her lips, a slick thread still stretched from his tip to her mouth. She caught it with her tongue and smiled softly. Not teasing. Just hers.
"You okay?" she asked, voice raw.
Peter exhaled, dazed. "You just… rewired my brain."
She climbed onto the cot, straddling his lap, her pussy dragging over his softening cock. The warmth of her folds slicked his skin, and he twitched again, not fully recovered but already hardening.
"I'm not done with you," she whispered against his lips. "Not even close."
Peter's breath hadn't even steadied before Ahsoka shifted above him, the muscles in her thighs tensing as she rolled her hips forward. Her pussy slid along his still-sensitive cock, warm and slick with her arousal and the mess he'd left behind. The sensation made him grunt low in his throat, his body responding faster than his mind could keep up.
"You're getting hard again," Ahsoka whispered, her breath brushing his lips. "Still hungry for me?"
Peter nodded, voice hoarse. "You didn't give me a choice."
Ahsoka smiled, the heat in her eyes steady and sure. She reached between them, her fingers wrapping around his shaft. He twitched in her grip, precum already smearing across her palm. She stroked him with slow, wet passes, her hand coated in the mixture of spit, cum, and her own arousal. Every glide up his length was deliberate, every squeeze precise.
He groaned, head falling back. "Fuck, that feels.."
"Good," she finished for him, leaning in to kiss the underside of his jaw. "I want you to fuck me until I forget there's a war outside."
Her other hand slid lower, guiding him to her entrance. She was soaked, her folds swollen, the lips parting easily around his tip. She hovered there for a breath, the head pressing against her opening, teasing both of them with the tension.
"If you think this feels good now…," she whispered. "Wait till I start riding.
Peter's hands gripped her hips, steadying her. "Do it."
Ahsoka exhaled through her nose and lowered herself slowly. The head of his cock stretched her open, sliding in inch by inch. Her inner walls clung to him, hot and wet and trembling. Her breath hitched with every new inch she took, her fingers digging into his shoulders for balance.
"So thick… no wonder you've been so cocky," she muttered, her voice breaking.
Peter's jaw clenched. He stared at her, mesmerized, watching her take him. "So tight…."
She sank lower, the pressure building, her cunt stretching to accommodate him. Her thighs quivered. Her eyes fluttered shut.
"Almost there," she whispered. "Almost…"
Then her hips met his. Fully seated. Completely filled.
They both stopped moving.
Ahsoka trembled above him, her cunt pulsing around his cock. Her breath came in sharp, shallow gasps, sweat dripping from her temple. Her chest rose and fell against his, skin flushed and glistening.
"I feel… full," she whispered. "So full it hurts. But I love it."
Peter slid one hand up her back, the other cradling her cheek. "Take your time. Let your body adjust."
She nodded but didn't move. Her pussy fluttered involuntarily, squeezing him in tight pulses that made his stomach clench.
Then she rocked her hips once. A slow, grinding roll that made them both groan in unison.
"Peter…" she moaned, voice catching. "Don't hold back."
He kissed her jaw. "I wasn't planning to."
Ahsoka began to move.
At first, it was a slow, grinding circle of her hips. Her pussy dragged over every inch of him, wet and tight, her muscles pulsing around his cock as she found her rhythm. Her hands braced on his chest, fingers splayed across old bandages and firm muscles, grounding herself with every breath.
"Stars… I can feel everything," she murmured, her voice husky. "You're stretching me open."
Peter groaned beneath her, his hands gripping her waist. "Keep going," he breathed. "Don't stop."
Her hips lifted and dropped in a steady rhythm, slow at first. Each downward slide drew a slick sound from their bodies, a wet friction that filled the tent in place of words. Her thighs slapped lightly against his hips. She whimpered every time he bottomed out, her walls tightening with each thrust.
"Ahh… ahhh, Peter…" she gasped, her breath ragged. "You're so deep. I feel you in my stomach."
His body tensed. He sat up slightly, one arm curled around her back, the other slipping between them. His thumb found her clit and rubbed it in small, deliberate circles.
She cried out, her voice breaking. "Fuck.. right there… don't stop."
"I've got you," he murmured, brushing his lips over her collarbone.
She moved faster, her hips snapping down harder now. Every bounce of her body forced his cock deeper, the cot beneath them creaking with the rhythm. Her breasts jostled freely with each thrust, one still bare and flushed pink from exertion.
Peter's breath caught when her pussy clenched tight around him. "You feel like heaven," he muttered. "So fucking wet. You were made for this."
Ahsoka moaned louder at his words. "Yes… yes… say that again."
"You were made to ride me," he growled, grinding up into her. "Look at you, bouncing on my cock like it belongs inside you."
Her eyes fluttered closed, her head dropping back. Her moans turned to soft cries with every thrust, her movements wild and needy. Her thighs trembled against his sides.
"I'm gonna come," she gasped. "Peter… gods, I'm close…"
Peter pressed his thumb harder to her clit, his other hand gripping her ass. "Then cum."
She collapsed forward against his chest, riding him through it. Her walls clenched hard, pulsing in waves as she cried out, her whole body seizing around him. Her breath hitched, voice high and broken.
"Peter—fuck—oh gods—"
He groaned through clenched teeth, her cunt squeezing him so tight he almost lost control. "You're milking me…"
Ahsoka whimpered into his neck. "I couldn't hold it… You made me come again…"
Peter wrapped his arms around her trembling frame, holding her close.
"Good," he whispered. "We're not done."
Then he shifted beneath her, his strength returning.
He flipped her onto her back without pulling out.
Peter pinned her beneath him, still buried deep inside. Ahsoka's legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, her heels digging into his back. Her breath came in short, trembling bursts. Her body was still twitching from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
"Peter…" she whispered, voice wrecked. "You're still hard?"
He kissed her jaw, then the side of her throat, letting his breath ghost along her skin. "You haven't had enough."
Then he started to move.
His hips drew back, slow and thick with tension, then snapped forward in a deep, punishing thrust.
Ahsoka gasped, her body arching. "Ahhh… f-fuck.."
Peter groaned low in his chest, each motion raw and deliberate. "You're soaked. I can feel everything…"
The cot rocked beneath them, creaking louder with each heavy slam of his hips. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, slick with sweat, her nipples flushed and sensitive from friction and touch.
Ahsoka's voice cracked with every breath. "Yes… yes… just like that… gods, don't stop."
Peter shifted his angle slightly, one hand gripping her thigh as he pulled it up higher. He plunged into her again, deeper now, grinding against her walls with ruthless precision.
"Fuck," he groaned. "You're dripping down my balls."
"Peter…" she whimpered, overwhelmed. "You're hitting so deep. I can't think."
"You don't have to think. Just feel."
Her pussy clenched around him hard, drawing another gasp from her throat.
"Oh stars. Yes yes, right there. Keep fucking me."
He leaned over her, his chest brushing hers, his breath hot against her cheek. "Say it again."
"I love it. I love your cock inside me," she gasped. "I want all of it. I want every drop."
He grunted sharply, losing himself to the rhythm, the heat, the need to claim every part of her. Her walls squeezed tighter with every stroke, the friction messier now, slippery and loud.
Peter's voice was hoarse. "You're close again, aren't you?"
She nodded rapidly, her body beginning to shake. "I'm gonna come… again… I can't stop it—"
"Good," he growled. "Come on my cock. Let it all out."
With one last brutal thrust, he hit that spot inside her that made her cry out.
Her entire body was locked up and then shattered around him. She screamed his name, loud and ragged, as her pussy convulsed violently, gushing against his cock. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably. Her nails clawed his back.
Peter didn't slow. He kept driving into her, prolonging her orgasm until she was shaking beneath him, her voice reduced to breathless sobs.
"Peter… please… I'm so sensitive…"
He kissed her, rough and deep, tasting her moans.
"Just a little more," he whispered against her lips. "I'm close too."
He drove into her harder, faster, chasing his climax.
Peter's rhythm grew wild, every thrust deeper, messier, more desperate. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her chest as his muscles strained, his breath ragged and uneven.
Ahsoka's voice was barely more than a whimper now. "You're going to come inside me, aren't you?"
Her eyes fluttered open, glazed and full of heat.
Peter grunted, low and guttural. "I'm too close."
"Then do it," she moaned, wrapping her legs tighter around him.
That flipped a switch inside him.
He slammed into her one final time, his entire body locking as the orgasm tore through him. "Ahh…fuck, Ahsoka…"
His cock pulsed violently inside her, spilling thick spurts of cum into her aching, swollen pussy. Her walls clenched around him like a vice, milking him as he emptied himself deep, so deep it made her gasp.
Ahsoka cried out again, overwhelmed by the sensation. Her pussy fluttered in helpless aftershock, her mouth falling open in a breathless moan. "Stars… I feel it. It's so hot…"
Peter stayed buried inside her, grinding slowly to prolong the moment. His cock throbbed with each wave, and she felt every single one. The warmth spread through her belly, thick and full, and she moaned at the slick mess forming between their bodies.
Their skin stuck together with sweat and cum. Her thighs trembled around his waist, her chest heaving under the weight of his body.
He finally collapsed against her, arms trembling, lips brushing her shoulder.
Neither of them spoke at first.
Only their breath filled the tent, heavy and slow. The scent of sex clung to everything, to their skin, to the blankets, to the air itself. Her cunt still pulsed around him, overstimulated, trying to hold onto what he had given her.
Ahsoka turned her head and kissed his cheek. "You came so much…"
Peter gave a weak, breathless laugh. "You told me not to hold back."
Her hand slid along his back, nails lightly scratching through the sweat. "I didn't think you'd fuck the sense out of me."
"I think I lost mine too."
He kissed her lips, soft this time. Her tongue brushed his, slow and warm, and she let out a soft hum.
His cock twitched again, still nestled inside her, surrounded by warmth and slickness.
Ahsoka felt it and chuckled. "You're still hard?"
Peter exhaled against her neck. "You wrecked me. But yeah… still hard."
She rolled her hips gently. "Then don't pull out yet."
He groaned into her skin, tightening his arms around her.
Peter stayed buried inside her as the seconds ticked by. His body trembled with exertion, every muscle loose and overheated, his forehead resting against hers. Ahsoka's breath came in shallow waves, her skin flushed, her thighs twitching against his hips.
Their sweat mingled where their bodies touched. The sheets beneath them were soaked with their fluids, with the scent of what they'd done, with the sticky evidence of everything she had taken and everything he had given.
Peter finally stirred, pulling back just an inch to look at her face.
Her eyes were half-lidded, lips swollen and parted. Her cheeks glistened with sweat. She looked like a woman undone, wrecked most beautifully.
"You good?" he murmured.
Ahsoka gave the faintest nod, her voice soft and strained. "You filled me so deeply. I can still feel it leaking out."
Peter groaned low, his cock twitching inside her again. She wasn't lying. Her pussy was fluttering gently, clinging to him with every small movement, milking out the last drops of his orgasm. The sensation was warm and maddening.
"Fuck," he muttered. "I don't want to pull out."
"Then don't." Her voice was raw, with no strength behind it. "Just stay like this. Just for a little longer."
Peter nodded. He adjusted their bodies, pulling her fully into his arms as he lay on his side. One hand slipped down to her thigh, spreading the slick mess where they were still joined.
Ahsoka winced but didn't stop him.
His fingers rubbed over her folds, already soaked, already swollen. His cum seeped out slowly, trailing down between her cheeks and onto the ruined blankets. He pressed it back in with his fingers gently, watching her squirm.
Her breath hitched. "You're such an asshole."
"You love it."
She let out a soft laugh, breathless and hoarse. "Yeah… I fucking do."
Peter bent and kissed her shoulder. Her skin was hot and sticky beneath his lips, but he didn't care. He mouthed a line up her collarbone and tasted the salt of her.
They lay like that, bodies still tangled, still joined, breath slowly evening out.
"Is this what peace feels like?" she asked after a while.
Peter didn't answer at first. He traced lazy circles into her hip with one hand, the other stroking her side.
"No," he said. "This is what survival feels like."
Ahsoka closed her eyes. "Then let's survive like this a little longer."
Outside the tent, the world hadn't changed. The battlefields still smoldered. Soldiers still patrolled. War still loomed over them like a storm cloud refusing to pass.
But inside, in the heavy, sticky warmth of their shelter, nothing else existed except sweat, seed, and breath.
Their war could wait.
Eventually, Peter slipped free from her with a wet sound that made Ahsoka shudder.
She exhaled sharply and closed her legs as if trying to keep him inside her a moment longer. But his cum was already leaking out, sliding down her thighs and pooling beneath her.
Peter leaned up on one elbow and looked down at her. Her chest rose and fell with slow, deep breaths. Her eyes were shut, her lashes damp. Strands of her lekku clung to her shoulders. Her whole body looked flushed and raw and satisfied.
She was a mess. His mess. And it hit him all at once how deeply that thought aroused him again.
But this time, he didn't act on it.
He grabbed a clean edge of the blanket and gently dabbed at her thighs. She twitched but didn't stop him. His movements were slow, reverent, cleaning where his cum had spilled out. It was more gesture than a necessity.
She opened one eye. "You're being… gentle."
Peter gave her a soft smile. "You look like you need it."
Ahsoka didn't reply. She just watched him for a long moment before reaching for his hand. She pulled it up to her chest and held it there, over her heart.
"I haven't felt like this in a long time," she whispered.
"Like what?"
"Safe."
Peter didn't speak. He only leaned down and kissed her forehead, letting the silence stretch comfortably between them.
The cot groaned slightly as he lay beside her again, arm pulling her close. Their skin still clung with the residue of sex, their breath still carried the rhythm of exhaustion, but neither of them cared.
Ahsoka curled into him, her leg draping over his hip, her cheek pressed to his shoulder.
"Don't fall asleep first," she murmured.
Peter gave a tired chuckle. "Why not?"
"Because I'll steal your side of the blanket."
He kissed her temple, lips warm against sweat-damp skin. "Deal."
They didn't say much after that. Their bodies were too spent, their thoughts too quiet. The scent of their sex still lingered in the air. The musk, heat, and pheromones that clung to the canvas walls. A part of them would stay here, in this tent, even after they were gone. The blankets beneath them were soaked, darkened with the mix of release and effort, the sheets twisted beneath their limbs like the aftermath of a storm.
And for a little while longer, they let themselves forget the galaxy waiting beyond.
Peter lay on his side, arm still wrapped around Ahsoka's waist. She hadn't moved since he pulled her into him, her back pressed to his chest, one leg draped over his, her breathing now shallow but calm. His heart still hadn't slowed. The final pulses of orgasm had faded, but the aftershocks, be they emotional and physical, clung to his skin like the sheen of sweat between them.
She shifted slightly. Her hand brushed along his forearm, fingers tracing the dried blood near his bandage.
"You shouldn't have pushed yourself," she whispered. Her voice was hoarse, worn down from moaning, crying, and holding back everything else.
Peter tightened his grip around her waist, kissing the back of her neck. "I didn't care. I needed to protect you."
Ahsoka turned in his arms to face him, her cheek pressed to his chest now, her lekku draped over his bicep like silk. Her eyes were half-lidded but searching, heavy with more than exhaustion. He could see the flicker of guilt there, the weight of everything they had done and everything they had allowed themselves to feel.
"I shouldn't have come here tonight," she said softly.
"You wanted to."
"I still do," she replied, voice nearly breaking. "But that doesn't make it right."
Peter reached up and cupped her cheek, thumb brushing across her skin. "What part of this was wrong?"
Her lips quirked into the ghost of a smile. "Everything. The timing. The war. The mission. I'm supposed to be a Jedi."
"You left the Order," he said. "You don't owe them anything anymore."
She looked down, fingers trailing across his chest where bruises had already begun to bloom beneath the bandages. "Maybe not. But I still owe the people fighting for us. I can't lose focus."
"You haven't," Peter said firmly. "You saved my life tonight. Then you reminded me I was still alive."
She laughed once, short and brittle. "That's not exactly what Jedi are supposed to do."
Peter sat up slightly, his ribs protesting. "Then maybe it's time Jedi stopped pretending they're not human."
"I'm not human," she said, meeting his eyes with a faint challenge.
He smiled. "Could've fooled me."
Ahsoka leaned forward again, brushing her lips over his not with heat this time, but softness, a comfort that lingered just a second longer than it should have. When she pulled back, the hesitation in her eyes was sharper.
"We can't let this happen again," she said. "We can't let anyone know."
Peter exhaled, his hands resting on her waist. "I won't tell anyone. But you don't get to pretend this didn't matter."
"I'm not pretending. That's the problem."
Outside, the camp had quieted. The buzz of the generators faded to a low murmur. In the distance, voices gave brief orders, moving supplies, and preparing for the next engagement. A war still awaited them outside this tent.
Inside, Peter brushed the damp strands of hair from her forehead. "Then let's not lie about it either. Whatever this is… it helped us survive tonight."
Ahsoka nodded, slowly. Then she stood, drawing the tattered blanket around herself once more. Her movements were slower now, her legs still trembling from the intensity of their bodies colliding again and again.
Peter watched her dress in silence. Every bruise, every drop of sweat that slid down her spine, made him want to reach out again. But she didn't give him the chance.
At the flap, she paused.
"I'll see you in the morning."
She didn't look back.
When she slipped out, the tent felt colder and emptier. The cot creaked beneath him as Peter lay back, staring at the flickering light above.
He knew they had crossed a line. And yet, for the first time since arriving in this galaxy, he didn't feel lost.
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Thanks so much for reading. This fic is planned for 10 chapters total, possibly more if the response keeps building. It's a slow descent through war, betrayal, and increasingly unwise sexual decisions.
Chapters 5 and 6 are now live on Patreon, and this is where everything shifts. Nothing stays secret. Padmé finds out and makes a choice that changes everything. After the threesome, Peter finally opens up, and the fallout begins.
Next interlude? A certain fan-favorite character is about to show up. The kind even Disney didn't dare to ruin.
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