Mat lay on the floor as his eyes slowly opened once again. He coughed a few times, the last death was a very long and drawn out one, but it was very... Personal. He was extremely happy to have been back home, even if it was just so he could get killed by a friend he saw as a sister. He let out a light moan of pleasure as he pushed himself to his elbows, every heartbeat sending another pulse of ecstasy through his body. Ever since this had begun it's been a roller-coaster of sensations... Sometimes it was torturous hell, but mostly he was being exposed to what he saw as a heaven-like afterlife.
He didn't know where he was... While the walls were strange and metallic, the soft light set a fairly calming mood. There was what appeared to be a bed, and in the far corner a statue of a person in a robe with its hands together. It was another bedroom of sorts it seemed. The sound of footsteps approached from the distance just before a white-clad woman appeared in the doorway. He vaguely recognized her, something about her hair and outfit that stood out quite well.
"Corellian Defender... These quarters seem wonderful." Aethiia said to herself as she stepped into the room. She didn't take her lightsaber off of her hip, she still had a lot of work to do before she could call it a night. However, things were looking pretty good, and she was getting more comfortable with the responsibilities that the title of Jedi Guardian afforded her.
Mat kept quiet, watching her as she stepped over to him. He lay on the ground at the foot of her bed, which - was exactly where she was going. She stepped over him, her feet falling on either side of his tiny form sending a wave of air gusting over his little body. He exhaled lightly... That was a very close call, an inch or two to either side and he would have been underneath her white boots.
"Taking a few minutes to myself won't hurt I hope... My feet are killing me." Aethiia said with a sigh, before reaching down to tug her feet free of their confines. She set her boots aside and stretched her arms up, bringing her knees up in the process as Mat lay on the ground watching everything.
Both of her feet came over him as she stretched, hovering mere inches from his tiny body. The smell was intense - one that he had come to absolutely adore. Through his travels he had become more attune to the scent of peoples feet - It seemed like everyone's smelled slightly different. They all had the same basic tone, but each person had their own particular smell. As soon as he caught wind of hers, he instantly knew who she was.
He let out a light moan, shifting a bit and digging his heels into the carpet as he looked up to the sweat-coated underside of her skin. Pleasure radiated through his body as Aethiia held her stretching position, before leaning back in the bed. Her feet came down atop his tiny body, but instead of crushing him instantly; they simply rest there. His tiny form was beneath the ball of her foot, and the heat was radiating from her skin. Sweat dampened the sole of her dirty, well worked foot as she relaxed. Slowly her foot slid forward atop his body, [REDACTED] as sweat began to cover his tiny face.
"Hmm?" Aethiia mumbled under her breath, slowly sliding her foot back and forth over the object that was on the ground. She could feel it quaking, but she couldn't quite tell what it was. What was more concerning - It didn't have a presence in the force at all. It was like a dark space, a blind spot to her. "That's strange..."
Gently, Aethiia slid her foot back on Mat's body until he was between her toes. Her digits flexed over his tiny form, gently pulling him off of the ground. His body slid up between her big toe and first as she crossed her legs a bit, leaning forward again to get a better look at what it was. However, she was blind - she couldn't see anything there.
She didn't say anything as she gazed upon the absence between her toes. Mat whimpered in pleasure, but she couldn't hear any of the noises he was making. If he had shouted out she might have discovered his sentience, but he purposefully remained still. All she could feel was his quaking, [REDACTED]. After a few seconds of holding him, she let him fall to the ground to resume her examination... She didn't lean forward and actually pick him up, it wouldn't do any good anyway - she could feel him just fine with her feet.
"What is this? It's absent in the force. I can't see it..."
*** After ***
Mathew's body stuck to the bottom of her foot well, but she didn't think twice about what she had done. She casually slid her foot back into the confines of her boot, trapping Mat's crushed carcass in a sweat-filled prison to be smeared into nothing. Her rubbing had caused him so much pleasure that she almost felt it in the force, but even if she did, it would have been incredibly fleeting.
She stood up, the sensation of Mat's flat pelt on the sole of her foot disappeared in the humidity of her boot's confines. With a contented sigh she stepped over to the center of her room and turned to face her bed. She got onto her knees, leaning back where she was sitting. It was time to meditate, to clear her mind of worries and focus on the force. She was concerned about the possible listening device, but now she was going to be on the lookout for these 'Absences' in her rooms