Mission and Revan, a Match Made in Heaven

Chapter 2

I finally decided to write some more into this relationship. I don't know where it's going yet but oh well.

Revan woke up to a beautiful sight. Mission was currently asleep, naked lying on top of Revan. Not wanting to disturb her Revan remained perfectly still, watching the sleeping beauty. I guess that makes me the beast, Revan thought to herself.

Revan's mind wondered back to last night. It had been magical, amazing and at the same time, brilliant fun. Mission was her friend and a friend becoming a lover sometimes didn't work for people and often people believed it might ruin their friendship if this happened but Revan would bet her life on this not happening between them.

Mission's eyelids fluttered and her dazzling brown eyes focused on Revan and she smiled. "Thank the gods that wasn't a dream".

Revan grinned from, ear to ear at her. They were both so childish, both so optimistic and they were both made for each other. Revan placed a light kiss on Mission's lips before getting up. Mission rolled off of her, onto her side and watched intently as Revan got dressed.

Once she was dressed she sat down and started to do her hair.

"Let me help" Mission exclaimed running to Revan, still completely naked.

"Do you know how to do hair?" Revan asked, motioning to Mission's lekku. Mission shrugged and grabbed the brush out of Revan's hand. She began to brush Revan's dark brown hair and Revan was surprised to find just how gentle and how good at it she was.

"Where did you learn to do that?" Revan questioned, actually enjoying the feeling of the twi'lek playing with her hair.

"I have watched you brush your hair for the past few months" Mission continued, putting her fingers through Revan's hair.

"Really, only my hair?" Revan teased. Mission blushed but even though Revan couldn't see her, she sensed it and chuckled.

"Hey, Revan, get your butt up here" Carth called over the comm system of the ship.

"Oops, gotta go Mish". She slapped the twi'lek on the ass playfully. "You better put some clothes on".

"Hey, no one slaps me on the ass and gets away with it" Mission hit back, half light-hearted and half serious.

"You'll just have to punish me, but not now", Revan replied before running to the cockpit.

"The Republic's having a victory party down on that Rakatan planet" Carth explained to Revan once she had settled down in the co-pilot's seat.

"Ooh a party, I love parties" Revan answered. Carth looked at her and raised an eyebrow and Revan just laughed and started hitting Carth playfully on them arm.

Carth often forgot just how young she actually was. She was young enough to be his daughter; in fact his son was only a few years younger than her. Carth had liked her as soon as they had met, despite the arguments they had had about trust. Revan had a childlike innocence, much like Mission's, that made her seem much younger than she was. However, she was just as mischievous as the young twi'lek as well. The two had often played tricks on the other members of the crew and tried to keep the overall mood of the crew cheerful as well.

Just as he thought about it, he noticed something he couldn't believe he hadn't seen before. Mission and Revan were always together: or at least whenever they could be. They seemed to have everything in common, apart from one being a street-urchin from Taris and the other being an ex Sith-Lord.

"What's up with you?" Revan asked, wandering what Carth was thinking about. She could just have used the Force to probe his mind but promised never to do that to her friends unless it was absolutely necessary.

"Nothing, just thinking about things"

"Anything involving me?"

Carth chuckled lightly. "Maybe"

"So that's a yes. Come on, what were you thinking about me. I didn't forget to put on clothes again did I?" Revan questioned.

"No you... wait, forget to put on clothes again?"

"Er, yeah: when I was on the Spire and my roommate walked in and told me we were under attack, I ran into the corridors with nothing on". Revan laughed at the memory. "You should have seen his face, not to mention the Sith who saw me."

Carth's laughter joined hers. "I guess that's one way to distract the Sith".

Revan quickly changed the subject and put on a serious face. "Er Carth, I wanted to tell you something". Carth nodded and Revan continued. "Er well... urm".

Just as she was about to actually say something of value Mission walked in, wearing her grey jacket, black shirt and pants. She walked over to where Revan and sat on the arm chair of the co-pilots seat.

"Hey what we talkin' 'bout?"

"I'll show you Carth". Without warning, Revan pulled Mission onto her lap and kissed her on the lips passionately. Mission was too shocked to stop the kiss but wouldn't have wanted to end it anyway. Finally Revan pulled away and looked up to see a shocked Carth Onasi. Mission sighed on Revan's lap.

"Well, I guess that explains a few things" Carth commented, starting to smile at seeing the two. "You two always were together".

Revan smiled and looked down at Mission who had closed her eyes. "This is comfortable" Mission commented.

"I'm glad I fit your needs" Revan replied sarcastically, as she started to rub the twi'leks forehead.

"I'll leave you alone for a bit, we're just waiting for the word and we'll land on the planet". Carth got up from his seat and left. Both of them sat in silence for a few minutes, with Revan rubbing Mission's forehead and every now and then rubbing her lekku.

"Revan?"

"Umm-hmm" Revan responded.

"Why did you become a Sith?" Revan grimaced. She hated the fact that she'd been one of those monsters let alone been the one that had led them. And she hated the fact that now her childhood, whatever little part of it she actually remembered, was a lie.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to" Mission added, worried that she'd upset her.

"No-no don't worry. I was just thinking. Do you really want to know?" Mission nodded and so Revan carried on. "I guess it all started when my real mother was killed by the Mandalorians during an attack on my home world of Deralia. I wanted to kill every one of the Mandalorians, to lead an army that decimated them. Mind you I was only a year older than you and so no one took me seriously, so I made my robes and mask. Anyway, I think the main reason I fell is because of what happened to one of my closest friends who I had come to the war with me. During the final battle over Malachor we turned on a machine called a Mass Shadow Generator, which pretty much overloaded the planets gravity. My friend felt the deaths of thousands, millions of Jedi, Republic soldiers and Mandalorians. I felt her suffering and I never left her side for the next two weeks. Once she had recovered enough I told her to return to the Jedi, so that she could be healed but instead they exiled her. That was when I went Sith: in fact I believe I'm still more Sith than Jedi. You're I prime example of this" Revan said to Mission.

"Where is she now?" Mission questioned.

"I don't know, but I'm going to find her" Revan promised.

"I know you will, you never give up on your friends" Mission praised. Revan smiled down at her and moved to kiss her again only to meet nothing but air. Mission got up quickly, locked the cockpit door and stood over the co-pilot's seat which contained Revan.

"You stay still unless I tell you to move, got it?" Mission ordered.

"Yes master" Revan replied sarcastically. Mission tried to hold back a chuckle and remain serious but failed to do so.

"I think I like the sound of that" Mission replied before moving down and kissing Revan passionately. Revan would have sighed if there wasn't another person with her own mouth wrapped around hers.

Mission pulled away and quickly discarded her jacket and top letting her breasts come free. Revan watched as Mission moved seductively towards her and then mounted her on the seat, with one knee either side of Revan's legs.

"Suck" Mission ordered pointing to her breasts. Revan moved quickly towards her perky mounds and started to lick them, making sure that she never touched her nipples, which were now rock hard with arousal.

Mission's breathing was already out of control but when Revan finally stopped teasing her and proceeded to suck her nipples, Mission's breathing turned into loud sobs of pleasure. The strange natural lubricant started to return to Mission's lekku and nipples, making the experience even more delightful for Revan.

After gaining enough composure Mission pulled away again and got up.

"Up" she commanded. "Strip off all your clothes". Revan decided that she'd make a show of it. First of all she took off her black t-shirt and pants but when she came to her bra, she turned her back to Mission and ripped it off.

She teased Mission for a while, keeping her back to the aroused twi'lek and looking over her own shoulder before she turned around with her hands covering her breasts. As Revan went on she gradually started to show more and more of her larger breasts: before completely baring them.

Sitting back down in the co-pilots chair she stripped off her panties and waited for her next order. It never came however. Mission just ripped off her own remaining clothing and jumped onto Revan again.

She kissed her again and again wanting all of her all of Revan. She lowered her own head and started nibbling and kissing her neck, then down her abdomen, over her breasts until she reached Revan's dampened sex. The lips were throbbing with desire and when Mission's soft and small tongue started to play with it, Revan arousal multiplied tenfold.

Mission played with the lips first, licking and sucking them before she plunged her tongue into Revan's tight hole. Revan screamed out her name and this only encouraged her to pleasure her more and more.

Mission loved the taste of Revan. It was a mixture of saltiness and sweetness which made feasting upon her an experience she wanted to continue again and again, but when she had came last time, there had been even more of the fluid being produced and that was what Mission wanted.

She didn't have to wait long. Revan became out of control and things around the room started to lift into the air with the Force. Once she had come down from her orgasm the items plummeted to the floor.

Mission crawled back up Revan's body until she was face to face with her. Revan mouth was open, trying to get air after her 'workout' but when she saw Mission's face, coated in her own fluids; she smiled and licked the rest off of her.

Mission was about to give another command but instead she felt herself being lifted off of Revan. She looked around but found nothing but she continued to be pulled away. A few moments later and she was now floating in the air completely, only now she could see Revan using her powers to do so and because of this, she didn't struggle or thrash about.

Revan turned Mission around and saw what she wanted, Mission's little pink lips. Keeping her in the air Revan pulled a lever on the chair and it fully reclined. Once she had done this she lowered Mission so that she would be sitting on her face.

As soon as Mission had come back down she felt a soft tongue starting to play with her pussy. She let out a gasp while she struggled to stay sitting upright on her lovers face. Revan sensed her struggle and grabbed hold of Mission to steady her.

Revan continued to lick and thrust her tongue in and out of Mission's pussy until she sensed Mission coming close to her release, when she used the Force to add to Mission's experience. Mission came immediately, shooting her love nectar all over her lovers face and as Revan had found out earlier that she was a squirter, she continued to spray more and more of the sweet and sticky substance all over Revan's body.

Finally she finished, and she moved down Revan's body until she could lie down and be face to face with her. Mission laughed when she saw Revan's face and was about to lick it clean when Mission held a hand upon her lips.

"I want to keep it there for as long as I can" Revan explained with a smile. Mission sniggered and they both sat in silence for as long as they could before being interrupted.

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