Yoda/Yaddle Crack!Fic for Amchau
This fic is rated: eeh ... call it PG-13 for talking about sex
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairing: Yoda/Yaddle, with mention of other pairings
Summary: Yaddle presents Yoda with a proposition.
Timeline: pre-TPM, but not by all that much
Prompt/Challenge: what amchau said
Warnings: mentions of het and slash, a dancing girl
Word Count: 609 (heh -- now I wonder who the "0" is)
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit, squee, at your preference!
Cross-Posted were_lemur
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 21-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
Yaddle walked into the Outlander Club, just in time to hear Yoda say "Judge me by my size, do you?"
The twi'lek dancing girl looked down at him. "Well ... I suppose I do, she admitted. She let out a giggle. "I mean, you're hardly tall enough to reach my -- "
"Good evening, Master Yoda," Yaddle interrupted, before the dancing girl could say any more. "May I have a word with you?"
"Always, time I have for you, Master Yaddle." He kissed the dancing girl's hand, and used the opportunity to press a twenty-credit note into her fingers. She smiled her thanks and moved on to the next customer. Yaddle slipped into the booth beside him. She took a deep breath, tried to center herself in the Force.
"You shouldn't be here. It is ... that is, it could be seen as inappropriate."
"Needs, I have."
"As do I," she said. She raised her eyebrows. "And it seems that the two of us have a natural compatibility. Also, as Masters, we are both strong enough in the Force not to form attachments."
"A rational case, you make," he said. "And a great many logistical problems, it would solve. Hmm." He looked sideways at her. "However, inexperienced, you are." He tapped her chest with one nail. "Fewer than halfway through the list of a thousand, I would guess you are."
Yaddle felt her face growing hot. She looked away, to hide the flush of green that rose up her cheeks. "Certainly, I have gotten further than the dancing girl. How would she even know that the List exists?"
Yoda let out a chuckle. "See though you, I do, Master Yaddle! Jealous you are -- and of that girl!"
"Not jealous, Master. Merely ... " she felt her face growing even greener, as she forced the term she'd heard from her last padawan to her lips " ... merely horny, Master."
"Ah." He gave her a long look. "So I see." He slid out of the booth and offered her an arm. "Cruel, it would be, to make you wait."
"And yourself?" she asked, as he led her to the door.
"A relief, this will be," Yoda said. "Glad I am, that you finally decided to ask."
"You could have just asked me," Yaddle teased.
Yoda shook his head. "Inappropriate, it would have been. A senior member of the Jedi Council, am I."
She cocked her head. "By that logic, the only one you could proposition would be Master Windu."
"Jealous, Master Jinn would be."
"In that case, I'm glad I took the initiative."
"As well, I am," he said. He reached out and hailed a taxi. "To the Jedi Temple, we wish to go."
The pilot droid nodded, and lifted off. It wasn't very far. Before long, the taxi settled down, just as another airspeeder lifted off. Yoda stepped out, in time to catch the young man retreating across the pad. "Padawan Kenobi -- good evening!"
The young man jumped. "Master Yoda! Master Yaddle." He bowed.
"Mmm ... Senator Organa's airspeeder that was?"
"Y-yes," the padawan stammered. "He was kind enough to give me a ride."
"Good of him, that was." Yoda frowned. "Now, in bed you should be."
"Yes, Master Yoda." The padawan beat a hasty retreat.
Yaddle frowned after the young man, but a gentle tug on her sleeve drew her attention back to her companion. "Interested in younger men, now, are you?"
"No, of course not." She let a grin slide over her face. "I don't think he has anywhere near the experience he needs to satisfy me."
Hand in hand, they walked to Yoda's quarters.
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairing: Yoda/Yaddle, with mention of other pairings
Summary: Yaddle presents Yoda with a proposition.
Timeline: pre-TPM, but not by all that much
Prompt/Challenge: what amchau said
Warnings: mentions of het and slash, a dancing girl
Word Count: 609 (heh -- now I wonder who the "0" is)
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit, squee, at your preference!
Cross-Posted were_lemur
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 21-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
Yaddle walked into the Outlander Club, just in time to hear Yoda say "Judge me by my size, do you?"
The twi'lek dancing girl looked down at him. "Well ... I suppose I do, she admitted. She let out a giggle. "I mean, you're hardly tall enough to reach my -- "
"Good evening, Master Yoda," Yaddle interrupted, before the dancing girl could say any more. "May I have a word with you?"
"Always, time I have for you, Master Yaddle." He kissed the dancing girl's hand, and used the opportunity to press a twenty-credit note into her fingers. She smiled her thanks and moved on to the next customer. Yaddle slipped into the booth beside him. She took a deep breath, tried to center herself in the Force.
"You shouldn't be here. It is ... that is, it could be seen as inappropriate."
"Needs, I have."
"As do I," she said. She raised her eyebrows. "And it seems that the two of us have a natural compatibility. Also, as Masters, we are both strong enough in the Force not to form attachments."
"A rational case, you make," he said. "And a great many logistical problems, it would solve. Hmm." He looked sideways at her. "However, inexperienced, you are." He tapped her chest with one nail. "Fewer than halfway through the list of a thousand, I would guess you are."
Yaddle felt her face growing hot. She looked away, to hide the flush of green that rose up her cheeks. "Certainly, I have gotten further than the dancing girl. How would she even know that the List exists?"
Yoda let out a chuckle. "See though you, I do, Master Yaddle! Jealous you are -- and of that girl!"
"Not jealous, Master. Merely ... " she felt her face growing even greener, as she forced the term she'd heard from her last padawan to her lips " ... merely horny, Master."
"Ah." He gave her a long look. "So I see." He slid out of the booth and offered her an arm. "Cruel, it would be, to make you wait."
"And yourself?" she asked, as he led her to the door.
"A relief, this will be," Yoda said. "Glad I am, that you finally decided to ask."
"You could have just asked me," Yaddle teased.
Yoda shook his head. "Inappropriate, it would have been. A senior member of the Jedi Council, am I."
She cocked her head. "By that logic, the only one you could proposition would be Master Windu."
"Jealous, Master Jinn would be."
"In that case, I'm glad I took the initiative."
"As well, I am," he said. He reached out and hailed a taxi. "To the Jedi Temple, we wish to go."
The pilot droid nodded, and lifted off. It wasn't very far. Before long, the taxi settled down, just as another airspeeder lifted off. Yoda stepped out, in time to catch the young man retreating across the pad. "Padawan Kenobi -- good evening!"
The young man jumped. "Master Yoda! Master Yaddle." He bowed.
"Mmm ... Senator Organa's airspeeder that was?"
"Y-yes," the padawan stammered. "He was kind enough to give me a ride."
"Good of him, that was." Yoda frowned. "Now, in bed you should be."
"Yes, Master Yoda." The padawan beat a hasty retreat.
Yaddle frowned after the young man, but a gentle tug on her sleeve drew her attention back to her companion. "Interested in younger men, now, are you?"
"No, of course not." She let a grin slide over her face. "I don't think he has anywhere near the experience he needs to satisfy me."
Hand in hand, they walked to Yoda's quarters.