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But it couldn't last. They were young, they hadn't seen each other for years, and though they hadn't quite said the words just yet, they were deeply, one could almost say madly, in love. So they retreated once again into Harry's mental plane, talking, laughing, sharing what had been going on in each other's lives since they had separated all those years ago in far greater detail and openness then they ever could have via Hypercom.
Eventually their discussion petered out not finished, but irrelevant to the fact they were again together, and they simply walked among Harry's crystal gardens, holding hands. But then Aayla stopped, staring at one of the pink columns, looking around and noticing there were a few of them, though not as many as she had feared there would be after so many years separated. Harry caught her glance, and flushed slightly. But he didn't stop her as she reached forward, touching one of them.
This one was of a calisthenics class aboard the Explorer, with Shaak Ti pushing the younglings through their paces, moving through them and around them, doing at least twice as much work as the students and yet not sweating at all. Aayla remember this from her own perspective. She had overheard Zule mutter about boys at one point when a few of the other older student's had apparently been staring at the teacher a little too long.
But this memory wasn't about Shaak Ti. It was about Aayla, and Aayla beamed at Harry as she felt the attraction in the memory from Harry toward her. That made her feel very warm inside. That with Shaak Ti right there, who Aayla knew was extremely attractive, Harry still concentrated on her.
Suddenly, Aayla grinned wildly, and pulled both of them back out of the mental plane, standing up quickly before pausing somewhat shyly before speaking in low tones. "I, I just thought of something, a way I could, sort of, pay you back for saving me."
She held up a hand as Harry makes speak. "I know I don't have to Harry, but I want to, and it would be nice to do this for someone I, I care for. Would, would you like to see me dance?"
Harry's eyes widened, and his first inclination was to nod his head so wildly he might break his neck. But his self-control was such that he was able to step back for a moment and think. "Are you sure?" he asked hesitantly. "I mean I would've thought that dancing like that, well dancing would have a lot of bad memories tied up with it."
"It does, but that makes it even more important that I make new ones happier ones to associate with dancing." Aayla said hesitantly staring down at her feet then down at him through her eyelashes shyly. "Do you want to see me dance, Harry?"
"Aayla…" Harry said gulping then nodded staring up into Aayla's eyes.
Aayla smiled, standing back a few steps, taking the time to make certain with the Force that no one else was watching. There wasn't, and she began to dance. Her feet thumped down on the desert sand, once, twice, thrice, sending up tiny plumes of sand as she pirouetted in place, her arms thrown out to either side, her lekku dangling in front of her for a moment as she bowed from the waist. The tiny sparkles of sand rose up, shimmering and sparkling in the air. Aayla then raised one leg straight up, hugging it to her upper body for a moment as she continued her pirouette, slowly lowering it to replace her pivot leg. Then she began to move, her feet shifting this way and that as she danced, her lekku twisting this way and that around her head as she moved it merely serving to add to the display.
It wasn't the pole dancing she'd had to do several times in Jabba's palace. She didn't have a pole and Aayla's clothing underneath her now discarded cloak remained the same she had conjured during her escape. But that didn't matter. The way she moved the way she rolled her stomach somehow in a way Harry couldn't quite understand or explain, the moves Aayla performed, and her body, still made it intensely sensual. It took his breath away, caused his blood to boil and his heart to thump as if he was sprinting.
Yet it also looked somewhat lonely and struck by a sudden decision Harry got up quickly. "A, Aayla, I'd like to dance with you instead of just watch."
Now it was Aayla's turn to blink, her dance pausing as one hand moved to curl up with the tip of her lekku, confusion written plane on her face. "I've never danced with another person."
"My mom taught me some old-time dances from back on Earth. I could show you?" Harry asked hesitantly.
Struck by a sudden shyness Aayla looked down at her feet for a moment as she nodded. But she willingly moved her arms out to either side as Harry moved forward. He held her to him with one arm around her waist, and Aayla did the same to him, flushing as Harry's other hand clasped hers, their fingers weaving.
"Er, now I'm not certain if this one is a real dance or she was having me on, but she called it the tango and it goes like this…" With that Harry began to lead Aayla forward in the direction of their pressed hands, before twisting back the way they had come their arms shifting around one another as they continued to dance without music.
The tiny modes of sand in the air danced with them, flashing and twinkling in the air, as the two of them moved. Slowly the dance changed, moving from the tango to simply holding one another and twirling in place, staring into one another's eyes. It seemed the most natural thing in the world for Harry to lean down, and for Aayla to lean up, and before they knew it they were kissing.
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