#maz/yoda

[cosleia]

Balance

Originally written for a kiss prompt on Twitter. Anise (twigbelly) asked for Yoda and Maz Kanata, "lazily".

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Maz liked younger men. They had a lack of world-weariness, a lack of experience, that refreshed her. Hope was a hard thing when you had lived for nearly a millennium and seen what Maz had seen.

Maz also liked men who were nearing the end of their lives, because often at that point they started to recover their youthful joy.

It was the men in the middle who were difficult.

Yoda wasn't young enough when they first met. He was obviously interested, but he was also still clinging to his misguided interpretation of the Jedi Code, and Maz didn't feel like trying to talk him out of it. He had his chance, and he blew it.

Maz spent her Coruscant vacation running around with Dexter Jettster instead.

When the Force drew her to Dagobah some hundred years later, though, there Yoda was, seeming far older and far less certain of everything.

Maz liked when a person could admit they didn't possess all knowledge in the universe.

"I'm not sure why I'm here," Maz told him, settling down on a stool in his cozy little hut. "But it's a nice coincidence that you're here as well. Unless it's not." She gave him a wink.

To his credit, Yoda laughed at her terrible joke. "Moves in mysterious ways, the Force does," he agreed, stirring the pot he had going over the cookfire. "Expect to see you again, I did not." He glanced at her, looking almost shy. "Grateful, I am, for this second chance."

"So am I," Maz said, pleased.

They ate soup together in comfortable silence. When Yoda had cleared the bowls away, he told her he'd had a vision.

"Know not do I what it portends. Believed, I did, that I knew what to tell him. Wrong, I was. Happened differently, it could not have." He cocked his head to the side. "You, I saw, with his father's lightsaber."

"I believe you've made me wait long enough," Maz told him. "Tell me about the vision after. I may be nine hundred and seventy-six years old, but that doesn't mean I like wasting time."

Surprise sent Yoda's wispy eyebrows up his forehead. His nose wrinkled in a rather cute way.

"Kiss me," Maz clarified. "And you can take your time with it. Kissing is time well spent." She put a hand on Yoda's knee, and Yoda swallowed, then leaned in.

It was, Maz soon realized, his very first kiss. She did her best to make it a good one.

He in turn quickly learned how to take her breath away with soft, slow, gentle touches.

They spent several highly satisfying hours at it. When Maz felt she could no longer ignore her purpose here, she finally disentangled herself from Yoda. Regretful but also happy, she smiled at him. "So am I to bring this lightsaber to you?" she asked, getting right back down to business.

Yoda blinked at her. He had a wide, silly smile on his face. "No," he replied after a moment, seeming to gather his wits. "Return here, Skywalker will, yes. But no longer for him, that lightsaber is. Keep it you must, for someone else."

The Force did indeed move in mysterious ways. Maz set off to Cloud City to retrieve the lightsaber Obi-Wan Kenobi had given to Luke Skywalker…the lightsaber with which Anakin Skywalker had slain dozens of Jedi in the name of the Dark. That same fearsome blade would one day save the future of the Light.

And Yoda hadn't been ready, before, but he was ready now, when Maz returned to him.

Balance.

~The End~