"Permission" Grand Inquisitor x fem! Reader
(A/N: Hey, a completed WIP!! And added more in the last read through...
Reader was a Jedi surviving in the Empire until an old acquaintance found them. Now, two Force users and former Jedi must navigate their current situation in life that has...less restrictions.
Warnings: MINORS DNI. Unprotected sex. Gender neutral terms used.
Word Count: 3,480 words)
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You were on the run. Another year of it meant you were successful. Alive. A Jedi.
But could you even consider yourself one when the Order had been literally destroyed?
Could you still be a Jedi when many had fallen in one order?
Across the galaxy, there were other Force sensitives out there hunting in the name of the empire. Doing the Emperor's bidding. Tracking down any remaining Jedi.
Were you a Jedi or someone else's quarry?
You were so tired. Nearly five years worth of hiding and surviving. Remembering your training to make it another day.
To preserve yourself. Whatever you had left of your old self.
Until he found you.
A familiarity you didn't expect to sense. A flash of memories in the Temple archives. A memory of a friendship you could not have because of duty signified with an ornate mask.
That moment of recognition delayed you and was the ultimate reason you were caught.
A golden gaze held you in place without need to display a saber.
He gave you two options: join the imperial inquisition or be terminated.
"Is this what you call survival?" You questioned him.
"Is this actually living?" He questioned back, voice smooth and not muffled by a decorative mask.
"You were a temple guard."
"I am the Grand Inquisitor." He had stepped forward. "Are you still a Jedi if your order has fallen?"
Everything happened in quick succession. A new purpose, a new home, and a new dark outfit.
Your life had changed over night. Again.
Starting your training under the Grand Inquisitor in the beginning felt more like proving yourself. Showing your dedication, your loyalty, and your strength. Starting over.
A little bloodier at times, but it was training. Muscles ached and you were moving more than you remembered of your previous life.
It was better than the alternative.
Yet your memories continued to pop up and you were not alone in the act. The Grand Inquisitor remembered frequent trips to the Jedi Temple's archives. A common need to seek knowledge.
Jocasta Nu never did allow him to read materials he wished, only the general readings. Leaving saved knowledge to appear forbidden.
Yet you were allowed. You were given access. You, a Jedi Knight.
He knew then, from a not so recent visit, that the reading was much more dull than he imagined. He hadn't missed much. More disappointment than resentment.
Interesting how he made his way back there.
Interesting how he later crossed paths with you once more.
The Force definitely worked on its own accord.
In his new life, the Grand Inquisitor could oversee your training. No longer separated by strict traditions and duties to the Order as a whole.
Training was more intense. He saw how the exercise tested you to your limits. How it brought a liveliness to your eyes.
"Be advised," he warned you after an exercise, "if Lord Vader ever should visit this fortress, do not engage in his training. If you should, do not mistep. Not for a moment. It could mean permanent change to your current state of moving."
You wondered if he had ever told the other Inquisitors such a warning.
As Grand Inquisitor, he had been off on some mission. Some task. None of which you knew specifics.
Not a new occurrence, of course.
Upon his return to the fortress, you knew your conversations with him would keep you company. He was more calm than some of the others. Always trying to compete with one another without admitting that's what it really was.
Even with all of your training, you had not been partnered up with anyone for missions. Yet.
That did not stop you from looking into sightings on your own. Even if it was deemed more unlikely of there truly being a Jedi in an area. You had great determination. You wanted to participate in your purpose.
Meanwhile, you were growing...antsy? Growing warm when the Grand Inquisitor made eye contact with you. You were more eager for his attention.
It did not stop you from engaging with him whenever he returned to the fortress.
"Surely, you didn't become bored in my absence," he said walking towards his quarters. Head held high, he was a picture of confidence.
"I have specific tastes when it comes to particular conversations," you said civilly.
"You always did," he mused, "Even to the point of light disapplinary action."
Right, you thought with a frown. How long ago was that?
You continued with a lightness to your tone, "I thought Jocasta Nu would like historical and literary discussion then."
"She made her own rules and kept knowledge away from others such as yourself and I. It was for the best that you challenged her then."
You beamed at the compliment.
Such a way of reminiscing.
You were aware of how some inquisitors witnessed your fearless approach to the Grand Inquisitor on occasion. Casual and confident in your steps. But it wasn't as if there was a second in command. He was it.
Which meant any valuable information came from him.
Early one day, he informed you that another pair would be heading out to investigate a report of a Jedi. Instead of light conversation, it hit a nerve you had yet to take notice of until that very moment.
"I've been to that system before," you announced as you walked alongside him. "I would be a logical choice."
"It's for a larger city. That's why I'm sending more than one individual."
"I can search for Jedi without being detected." You reasoned.
"It is about more than finding them. The Inquisitors must make their presence known to the public in circumstances as these. Fear makes people talk, make mistakes, and betray those around them."
"And as an Inquisitor, I can do as such." You rounded on him to block entry to his quarters. Heat flaring up your neck and hands. "Am I not imposing? Do I not qualify to do my purpose?"
He took a step forward. Molten gaze peering down at you with controlled calm.
"You are an Inquisitor. Do not doubt your purpose or abilities."
You stepped closer, fists clenched tight. "Then why have I not been given a mission? I have proven myself."
"Have you?"
A gleam in his eyes made you step back, however the closeness remained as he followed until your back hit the access door. Your heart beat picked up. Yet, it wasn't from fear.
"I train harder than them and you know it," you whispered, tilting your chin up.
"Your determination and eagerness will not guarantee to give you what you desire."
Your throat felt suddenly dry. Staring at him, you did not give him a reply. He took that as the end of the conversation.
Very reluctant to leave his presence, you forced yourself to step aside. Eyes locked on his tall form.
"I will see you in training tomorrow." Said he before he entered his room.
Leaving you with uneven breath and an itch to have him speak more closely to you, you frowned.
Why shouldn't my determination give me what I desire?
If only you knew how much more you would desire.
Missions, private conversations, and close proximity. You liked the ideas very much. Ever since your last discussion with the Grand Inquisitor, your imagination grew into uncharted areas of familiarity. Of spending one's time with another. Daydreams of what you two could do together. Something neither of you had done while in the Order.
Warm, close, unexpected. Whatever you wished. Fast, hot, memorable.
His intelligent, golden eyes haunted you day and night. Weeks on end. Those long dextrous fingers tested your focus even outside of training. And the mere curve of his lips sent you to wondering if they'd be warm or cold upon yourself.
And Jedi had to ignore and banish such thoughts back in the Order, you thought in a huff. What trouble I would had been if I had spent more time with him in the Temple. To explore and gain knowledge on which were discouraged.
Being an Inquisitor had its perks.
Convincing yourself that meditation was pointless when all you wanted could be yours if you acted was one of them. No one could pull you aside and scold you.
You craved something.
And all I must do is speak. Act upon it.
You found the Grand Inquisitor in his quarters late one night, pondering over a datapad. Letting yourself in was your personal perk.
"I'm stronger than you give me credit for." You announced upon your entry.
"It's not about spoken words, it is about results." He answered simply from the middle of his bed, gaze not leaving his datapad. Too comfortable in your presence to question your abrupt appearance.
"Then send me out there. I'm not some Padawan on their first mission."
"No. You are an Inquisitor and I am the Grand Inquisitor. Are you going to give yourself an unauthorized mission?"
You ground your teeth, "No. Grand Inquisitor."
He acknowledged you, "Focus on that anger when you run into a Jedi. Your thoughts have been distracted by your need to prove yourself."
"That's not everything," you muttered.
"Then what?"
"You," you spat out, frustrated.
A deep frown darkened his features. "Simply because you can not have your way? That's juvenile."
Did he seriously not know by then?
What with all your attention on him during free time?
You huffed. Fine.
"I want my way with you."
"You will wait for a mission to be given."
You growled, "Physically, Grand Inquisitor. Intimately."
His eyes widened in confusion. You weren't sure if you wanted to kiss him on the mouth or hit him upside the head.
"There's a passion I can not shake. It will not be satisfied without you. It haunts me every night with images of your eyes in the dark, your voice whispering against my skin, that smirk when you like something, and your hands... your hands." You abruptly turned away from him, starting to pace the floor.
For an underwater fortress, it felt incredibly warm.
"What were my hands doing in your mind?" He asked, too calmly.
How could he ask?
"What weren't they doing? Do not tease me." You turned to him sharply.
"Your dreams of myself should not be distracting you from your purpose here," he stated.
"Dreams. If only it was just dreams," you scoffed. "My duty is the success of the inquisitorus and my desire is to bed you. Do I make my intentions clear, Grand Inquisitor?"
"To bed me?" He tossed aside his datapad and looked upon you fully.
"Yes."
"For what purpose?"
"Pleasurable enjoyment," you answered nearly laughing at his question.
"The results afterwards?"
Results? Cruel, simple question!
"A better knowledge of one another, slight fatigue as if from a good exercise, and the desire to do it again."
His eyebrow ridge rose.
You placed your hands on your hips. "Is this your long way of rejecting me? Am I to expect a lecture from you regarding all the reasons why I shouldn't want you to mate me as if we were in desperate need of more Force-users? How you only wish to speak on intellectual terms and nothing more with it?"
"That's all you want? No deceit or trickery to manipulate me into giving you a mission?"
"Trickery? No, do not lower me to such standards. You know me. Tracking down Jedi is essential, but I will tell you how I'll gladly keep your bed warm for you. Mission or not."
He nodded, finally understanding.
You waited.
You had done a great deal of talking and he needed to give you an answer. Either you were walking out of there still frustrated or you walked out knowing what his skin felt like against yours.
He moved to sit at the end of the bed. Legs spread wide in his black shorts.
"How would this benefit me?" His question gave you hope and an invigorating amount of excitement.
You stepped up to him posthaste. "A pleasure greater than when you discover history or secrets and," you swallowed, "you don't have to lift a finger if you don't want to."
"You'll do all the work?" His lips curled into a smirk that sent more awareness to your core.
"I wouldn't mind."
Chuckling, he laid back onto the small mattress and rested his hands behind his head. "Then I grant you permission to seek your desires. You have my curiosity."
Body stretched out before you, your eyes drank him in. Heart pounding and fingers shaking from the rush.
This was your chance.
Your fingernails scratched his fair skin as you tore down his undergarments. Then you pounced.
The black shirt he wore was discarded in mere seconds before your lips and hands were traveling across his chest with unsated desire. So taunt and real. Warm. You could feel his steady heartbeat underneath your palm. Exploring his body seemed unreal in your mind before your gaze lifted and met his molten irises.
He studied you quietly.
Sitting back onto his long torso, you threw off your shirt and wiggled free of everything else. Delightful contact. Heat raced across your body as you laid along his lean form. You placed a kiss on his chest.
Finally.
How long this would last, you had no idea. Yet you did know that the moment he wanted to stop, he'd voice it or push you off with a wave of his hand.
So you would savor every second. Every touch and sound.
Invisible patterns were spread down his torso from your hands and lips. Taking his body into your memory. Exploring all you ever imagined.
Glancing down you noticed that he was, unfortunately, still soft.
Maybe he prefers intellectual conversation, you mused. Or encouragement.
Either way, you really would have to do everything.
Sliding further back on his thighs, you traced his member with your fingers. Hoping for any reaction from the Grand Inquisitor. Even just one.
For your own sanity.
The muscles in his thighs contracted.
Here we go.
You held his gaze as you pumped him, keeping an eye on any minute reaction. What you found, surprised you, on which he could not hold your gaze for long. Bright eyes kept switching their attention between your eyes and your hands.
Curious. He might have questions he's withholding.
"I'll need you inside," you announced as you gave him a small squeeze. "You'll be warmer. Surrounded by me."
His lips parted. Wordless and more engaged in what you were doing. Even your words seemed to entice him.
Releasing him, you smiled as it sprung up to his abdomen.
You would not curse yourself for the feelings of satisfaction that urged you on more confidently. Were you not there for enjoyment?
Sensing his curiosity upon himself with your actions, you continued greedily. You smoothed your hands up his sides as you moved your center along his shaft.
"Oooh." Closing your eyes, you relished on the touch. More than you could dream of. Between your folds and illiciting a moan from your lips.
It was real. No work of your imagination.
The Grand Inquisitor laid beneath you and the possibilities of more pleasure made you all the more ready for it. You could feel his gaze on you, watching you rock against him to your leisure. Without knowing your time allowed, you were going to savor every second.
And maybe he'll enjoy some of it, you thought.
You peered up and saw him watching you lazily.
You easily sensed his contentment and a wave of arousal rolled through you.
Kriff.
Just his gaze on you was enough to make you heated and needy. Rising your hips, you grabbed his length and coaxed it inside. A little tight, but you were an Inquisitor and could handle fleeting discomforts. Slowly, you lowered yourself, taking him in with growing rapture.
Observing your seated position, you grinned and lightly scratched his abdomen.
"Are you warm, my Grand Inquisitor?"
"Comfortably." He answered evenly.
"You look comfortable," you observed playfully. You were more than eager to hear him speak.
"Is that why you've chosen to be seated?" He inquired.
"What better way to enjoy the view graciously given to me?" With a smile on your lips, you started rolling your hips. Finding a rhythm that suited you kept your pleasure building. Slow and steady. Hazy vision crept up on you the longer you focused on the feel of him inside, filling you. The tensing of his muscles underneath when you made a quick change of rhythm.
"Inquisitor," you murmured.
You heard his breathing. The small, quick intakes of air were driving you wild. Rotating your hips faster. Gripping his sides tighter. Chasing that electrical pulse to the end with one glance to the Grand Inquisitor's eyes. More dark than golden.
He smiled.
Muscles seemed to have a life of their own while pleasure like you never dreamed of shook you. You whined, fell forward, and forgot the act of breathing. It happened in a few moments.
Then all was relaxed.
"What happened?"
You smiled against a warm torso.
The Grand Inquisitor, you thought and didn't bother to move nor answer his question.
A hand came to rest on your upper back. Your smile widened. You had gotten your desire. Took it with glee and passion.
What other Inquisitor could say the same?
Resting your chin on him, you met his gaze.
"I believe, we have a problem." He stated.
"What?" You couldn't hide the disappointment in your voice.
"I am...at an impulse." His pelvis pushed up to yours.
"OH."
"I believe it is correct to state you enjoyed yourself."
"More than anything."
"And you would not object to more?"
"Just roll us over," you said and rested atop of him once more.
After a huff of minor amusement, he did as you suggested.
Only then did your position cause your heart to pick up in pace in one here glance. No doubt from his arms planted on either side of you and the close view of his focused expression upon his very fair face. Added that he wished to continue and explore the new activity with you.
You swallowed.
"Take your time," you said, fingers tracing over his chest.
"I intend to take as much time as I see fit."
Testing the movements of his hips and his new control of mutual pleasure, the Grand Inquisitor gave shallow thrusts. Each of which he judged with your bodily reactions in mind.
So attentive.
Humming in approval, you wrapped a leg around his hip and urged him deeper inside. A silent suggestion he took without question.
"You're satisfied already?"
"I am satisfied with my position, Grand Inquisitor. Do not think I've already cum."
He smirked, "As Grand Inquisitor, I should be above to observe all that I am involved with."
"And in."
He gave a quick thrust in response and took great satisfaction from your gasp. You lightly smacked his chest.
What a tease.
"Being inside," he said smoothly, "is more desirable than you described. You give me more than warmth." He rolled his hips faster. "It's a give and take. Your body attempts to keep me within as I'm preferring more, however... I must pull back continuously to satisfy us both in this growing desire."
"I could listen to you for hours." You whispered as you traced the textured lines of his neck.
"I know."
His pace sped up with urgency and selfish desire. The mattress moving with each thrust into you. His body pressing down onto your own. Closer still, he continued until his sharp teeth were threateningly close to your shoulder.
A small whimper escaped you, overwhelmed with sensations heightened through your connection to the Force.
"You sense it as well." He murmured into your neck and gripped your shoulder with strong fingers.
With shaking hands, you simulated your nerves as he thrusted with you.
"Yes," you clung to the back of his head with your free hand.
"Our connection strengthens."
"Yes."
He grunted as his hips stuttered and he pressed himself into you as deep as physically possible. Heat flooded within you quickly. You gasped in bliss shortly afterwards while he made a few more slow thrusts.
You smoothed your free hand up his back and along the back of his head.
"Better, my Grand Inquisitor?"
"Immensely."
"After I find a Jedi, we can do this again," you offered with your lips ghosting over his own.
"I'm certain you'll have a mission. Very soon."
You smiled victoriously and indulged yourself with his kiss.
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