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Author's Note: Ta-da! Two in two days!

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Ethan's face went from surprise to holy-shit.

Life Debts were serious business in the Star Wars universe. Basically, it meant that this woman, this creature who's name he didn't even know, would follow him around for the rest of his days. And if she happened to pass away before he did, someone in her family would pick up the slack.

She had just sworn herself into near indentured servitude with her entire family as backup, and she didn't even know his name! But something told her that it was right, and she trusted that instinct to the ends of the galaxy. She kept her hands on his shoulders, still watching his green eyes with her blues, her heart beating hard in her chest as she waited for some kind of reaction.

"Um..." was all she got for almost a minute until Ethan blinked quickly and frowned. "You don't even know my name," he said softly.

"I don't need to," she replied smiling gently. "You saved my life, and now I will follow you always to make sure you remain safe. But in the interest of names," she removed her hands from his shoulders and took a step back, bowing slightly. "Mine is Larana. Larana Nyrobin."

"Uh, Ethan Marshal," Ethan replied, holding his hand for a shake, witch she gently took and, instead of shaking it, she brought it to her lips and kissed his knuckles. Naturally, this left Ethan a tad confused, but he didn't want to ruin the moment.

"Now," she said, straitening up and letting go of his hand, which he curled into a fist and held against his side. "I need your help Ethan Marshal. My ship was destroyed in the crash and I need to contact the Jedi Council on Mon Calimari. Is this system close enough for a direct transmission?"

Ethan stood a for a moment, eyebrow raised in confusion before he realized that his first assumption had indeed been true. She really was from a galaxy far far away...

"I have to show you something," he said, taking her hand again and leading her towards his home, the glasses forgotten in the grass. He brought her in through the front, where she was greeted by pictures of his family, his graduation, and the opening day of his shop, as well as a few pictures of him and his friends in high school doing things that young men do, namely playing with toy light sabers and squirt guns on his seventeenth birthday. "Come on," Ethan said when she had slowed down to look at the pictures, leading her down a hallway to a door, which led to a flight of stairs going down. After he flipped onto the light, she was met with a strange sight indeed.

In front of her were posters for the Star Wars, two or three for each movie, a book case filled with just Star Wars books, a replica light saber hilt for almost every character that wielded one, even the four used by Grievous in episode three. "I think," Ethan said after a few moments. "That your galaxy is one of the most lucrative science-fiction franchises in the world."

"But... how?" she said softly, turning to face him. "Science-Fiction? You mean, like a story?"

"Yes," he said, watching as her face fell when she realized the implications of this news.

"You don't even know where Mon Calamari is, do you?" she asked.

"Until you dropped out of the sky, I was pretty sure it didn't exist," he replied. "And the technology that I have access too wouldn't even get you into space, let alone to what might well be a whole different reality."

Larana said nothing, instead looking down at her boots and breathing deeply, trying to control her emotions. With a loud pop and a tinkle, the lights went out above them, the pieces of the bulbs landing safely inside the fixtures. By the time Ethan looked up, it was dark, and something else shattered in that darkness, followed by another, and another. He looked back down to see Larana looking at him, her eyes glowing slightly and gently lighting the rest of her face, showing him her tears as they rolled down her cheeks.

It was then he realized that her emotions and Force sensitivity were wrecking his stuff, and that she was filled with heartache and homesickness. Stepping forward, he wrapped his arms around her and held her close. She weakly beat against his chest a few times before collapsing against him and starting to sob, the lights in her eyes going out as she opened herself to him. He patted her back, rocking from side to side slowly, gently, like his mother had done for him when ever he cried. It had always had a calming effect on him, and it seemed to be doing the trick with Larana, her tears slowing and sobs quieting. Soon, she was just resting against him, breathing deeply again.

She looked at him, he could tell because her breath was now hitting his chin when it had been hitting his chest. "Thank you," she said, softly, her lips just inches away. Ethan immediately felt ashamed at the thoughts trying to force themselves into his head and he turned away. "It was nothing," he said, letting go of her and taking her hand again, his own flung out as he groped for the banister on the stairs.

Larana could feel his embarrassment and shame, as well as the dash of arousal that had borne them. She knew she should've been disgusted, or at least upset by it, she was a Jedi Knight after all. Even though her species was known as... rather promiscuous, she had done her best to ignore that part of her heritage, secreting herself away for a week out of every month for intense meditation on desolate planets like Hoth or Tatooine, taking suppressants when she couldn't hide. But for some reason, even though she knew for a fact that she had at least another month until her estrus started to affect her judgement, she didn't mind his feelings. She found them... flattering, to say the least. She smiled in the dark and gave his hand a squeeze, getting one in return as he found the banister and started to pull her along as he walked up the stairs.

When they reached the top, Ethan opened the door, wincing a little at the sudden light, Larana taking the brightness with ease and following him out. Ethan looked back over his shoulders at her with a worried look and a soft blush. "Are you gonna be okay?" he asked.

"I think I'm alright," she said, smiling back at him. "So long as I have you, I think I'll be alright."

At that, Ethan's blush deepened and he turned away, leading her out to his modestly furnished living room and having her sit on the couch. She giggled at his embarrassment, her nose twitching and catching his scent, knowing that little spice human smells got when they were aroused. Ethan didn't have much yet, but it was there.

And she wanted it.

It was clear that her heat had come early, but she found, as she shrugged off her big, flowing brown robe to reveal the snug fitting beige tunic and very tight brown leggings, that she didn't care. Ethan swallowed when he saw her ample chest, slim waist, wide hips, and legs that seemed to go on forever. "I'll be right back," he said, turning and almost running from her in an effort to hide the quickly growing tent in his jeans.

He made his way to his bedroom, closing the door behind him and sitting on his bed, holding his head in his hands for a moment before jumping up and shrugging off his jacket and scarf, tossing them to the floor. "What the hell am I gonna do?" he said to himself quietly as he kicked off his shoes and socks. Living alone had given him the habit of talking to himself, and he wasn't about to just suddenly stop. "I have an alien, who is now probably going to live with me. A hot alien who is now going to live with me. A hot, anthropomorphic rabbit who is now going to live with me." He glanced at his computer, thinking about the gigs of furry porn he had saved to his hard drive, and how about fifty percent of it was filled with bunnies. "What are the odds!?"

He winced a little in pain, glancing down at his crotch it's throbbing bulge aimed a little ways down one thigh. "This is going to be extremely awkward."

"Only if you make it so," Larana replied from the doorway, making Ethan jump up in surprise before covering his erection with his hands. Larana was wearing her robe again, and it was closed so that he could only see a bit of white fluff below her neck, her sleeves long enough to hide all but the tips of her fingers, which he wasn't really looking at. "It doesn't have to be," she continued, stepping forward and revealing that she was now barefoot. "It can be a beautiful thing."

"Uh... wh-what are you doing Larana?" Ethan asked, taking a step back for every one she took forward.

"I can feel it," she said softly, stepping forward again, her rope slipping open just enough to show him some cleavage between her large, firm, sag-less breasts, looking so soft and white. "I can feel your desire for me. Your need." She sighed in pleasure, taking another step forward, the robe dragging along her sensitive nipples, making them stiff and tender. "I want to thank you properly," she said, backing him into a wall, her bare hand pressing against his package, making his blush reach all the way to his hair line as he swallowed.

"I'm a virgin," he said quietly, embarrassed by that fact.

"So am I," she replied just as softly, closing her eyes, leaning forward and kissing him.

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I told you there would be sex. It's just not in this chapter. It will happen though. I think I'd have to kill myself if I didn't deliver after a set up like this. c: