(note: I never posted this one due to lack of interest. Someone read
it and thought it might be. <shrugs>)

Enter into the human world one very nice looking female Katte
on a mission involving anything male, and you have a problem. When
that Katte happens to be Nymkatte, it turns into a kattetastrophy.
The katte elders searched desperately for someone, anyone else they
could send. The last thing they needed was Nymkatte doing her
damnedest to seduce a Jedi frwrowking Knight.

Polkatte asked desperately, "What about Talonkatte?"

Nankatte sighed. "She's still too young. She has not been
able to change fully to a human yet."

Techkatte looked up from his notes. "Where's Deathkatte now?"

Bookkatte gritted her teeth in frustration at the older than
dirt elder Techkatte's absentmindedness. "I send you the notice five
spins ago! He's dead!" Bookkatte immediately regretted her bluntness
as Deathkatte's mother, Dreadkatte, gasped and nearly cried out in
pain.

Whitekatte reached out her paw to cover Dreadkatte's human-
shaped hand. Then she looked sternly around the room. \ I believe it
is clear to all of us that the only unassigned kattes are either too
young or too far away to be of any use to us. The only choice is
Nymkatte and despite her- shall we call it appetite? for male humans,
she has never failed an assignment. \

"Not since that damned Exar incident anyway," said Naskatte.

"Naskatte!" Dreadkatte was shaken out of her grief by this
callousness. In her youth Dreadkatte may have been the most feared
predator of space but now in her old age she had become mellow and
emotional. Since the death of her only son Deathkatte, Dreadkatte had
become even more empathic to those around her. Bookkatte privately
thought her name should be changed to Nurskatte.

Whitekatte motioned Naskatte and Dreadkatte to silence. \
Summon Nymkatte here so we may send her without further delay. \

************

Nymkatte happily padded along the corridors of the Jedi
Temple. The only cautions given her by Whitekatte had been to keep
from shifting in front of the Jedi Knight and to keep her katte
abilities secret. All the other admonishments from the elders she
would ignore. Whitekatte was the only elder with the power to curtail
Nymkatte's activities. Whitekatte was the one in charge of the
starfarers.

Nymkatte found the right room at last. She slipped inside and
crept to the bedchamber. In the bed was a sleeping form of a master
Jedi Knight. He was a very cute and sexy master Jedi Knight. Nymkatte
grinned. This mission was sounding better and better all the time.
Escort duty needed for one prince potential to his home planet? One
katte coming up. Actually, she mused, it would be preferable if HE
was the one "cumming" up.

Nymkatte stepped out of sight into the shadows and shifted to
human form. She adjusted the body tube dress over her breasts and
hips. Wearing this stupid thing was not her idea, but Whitekatte had
insisted that the jedi would NOT relish seeing her nude before they
found her some type of covering. Now it was time to wake sleeping
beauty.

********

Jorr Dann woke slowly to the touch of a gentle hand smoothing
over his face. He turned instinctively to kiss the palm of the
female. A warm chuckle brought his eyes open. He smiles sleepily at
this gorgeous creature. Perhaps she was another padawan come for
extra lessons? He was always willing to accommodate those cute and
curious little females. He tugged a bit on a lock of the hair laying
across his chest and she willingly met his lips in a kiss.

Nymkatte almost purred at this delightful male who seemed to
be just as willing as she was. Her lips parted and immediately his
tongue slipped in to duel with hers. His hand stroked her hair and
tangled his fingers in the silken waves. He wound the hair around his
hand and tugged her in closer to deepen the kiss. Nymkatte felt
herself on fire and all he was doing was kissing her. This was going
to be a most interesting trip indeed.

Remembering the trip, Nymkatte leaned back out of the
embrace. Jorr Dann pouted a bit, and Nymkatte swore she had never
seen a more sexy and masculine male pout. She was mesmerized for a
moment by the heated look in his eyes. When he again started to pull
her closer with a tug on her hair, Nymkatte almost fell into his
arms. Nymkatte snapped herself out of it with a small scowl. Who was
this jedi master that he could make her forget the urgency of the
council's request?

At the woman's scowl, Jorr realized this was no padawan
learner wanting more experience. He attempted to probe her mind and
found that his senses told him he was alone in the room. His slightly
shocked and disturbed look made Nymkatte grin toothily. "No, I am no
ghost, Jedi Knight. I am merely your escort home. Your planet has
need of you."

Jorr Dann immediately sat up and rolled out of bed. Nymkatte
got a pleasurable view of his rear before he pulled on his white silk
pants. His bare chest was the next to be covered in a white silk
robe. He ran rough fingers through his red-brown hair and his blue
eyes pierced Nymkatte with a look that was at once demanding and
beseeching. "What has happened? Last I had heard my twin still lived."

"Your brother still lives, but he has disappeared. Your
father's contacts asked us to provide an escort and body guard for
you. They worry that he has been kidnapped. Your presence is to keep
the enemies of your family from thinking that they succeeded."

Jorr Dann closed his eyes and Nymkatte knew he was searching
through the force for his brother. He opened his eyes a moment
later. "He is alive, but that is all I can sense. That was only
through our twin link that I knew that though. Something, or someone,
is blocking all sense of him.."

Jorr Dann grabbed his cloak. It was the normal jedi style and
color, but the material was much softer than what was normally used.
Nymkatte began to think she was dealing with a pampered prince
instead of a Jedi Master. She sighed. Cute or not, Her ship didn't
have the correct amenities to keep a spoiled rich boy happy. She
grinned. Maybe she could if she kept him in bed the entire time.

"Let's go."

*********

He lay down in the room she'd shown him the door of. He
hadn't gotten a very good look at this ship of hers, but his escort
wasn't likely to want to show off what looked like incredibly alien
technology. Her immediate incarceration of him made him think that it
was also highly secret. Then again maybe it was her commanding "Stay
put!" that had given him that impression.

Jorr Dann looked around the room and grinned. That bed looked
like it was definitely used for entertainment. Its sheets were satin
and its pillows body length and soft as heaven. Silken curtains hung
from different points all around the bed, at once shielding it and
giving it an enticing veil. He slowly began stripping himself. A
setting this deliberate would be a shame to leave unadorned with a
nude body. He wondered how long it took for someone to set a course
to his home world in this sleek ship.

**********

Nymkatte stood and rolled her eyes at the ship's A.I. She was
NOT going to sit here to entertain the damn thing! Not when there was
an incredibly delectable male waiting for her. She ignored its
pitiable whining and bleeps and headed for her quarters where she'd
stashed Jorr.

The door slid open at her touch, though she knew it wouldn't
for him. She wondered if he'd gotten angry over that. She shrugged
mentally. Jorr Dann wasn't going to get a look at what her race had
created, no matter if he DID have a rather cute face. As she walked
into the room and got a good look at what lay before her, she
corrected that thought. Make that he was incredibly sexy, downright
absolute gorgeous with a dash of perfect sensuality.

Master Jorr Dann lay sprawled out on top of burgundy satin
sheets absolutely naked with not a thing to hinder her view. Her gaze
traveled unfettered over his mouth watering form. His brown hair was
rakishly ruffled and unkempt. His pure blue eyes held a promise of
night's pleasures. His sweetly sculpted featured were a perfect frame
for his seashell tinted lips that curled in a knowing smile. His body
had been sharply honed into that of a warrior, but still was encased
in a skin that she felt absolutely certain would be like touching
velvet steel. The most prominent of that velvet steel stood straight
at attention as if a flag meant to gain her attention.

Nymkatte grinned. Now that was a sight she could deal with!
What little clothing she did wear was soon gone and she joined him
posthaste on the bed. He chuckled and enfolded her into his embrace.
Their lips met and melded. Passion Fire exploded between them. This
first time would be gone too quickly, but they had the whole voyage
to play. She nearly wept with the bliss of the joining that fused
them together. Damn it'd be too long since the last one...

**********

The plots and intrigues of the Dann court didn't interest
Nymkatte. Despite promises of luscious decadence from Jorr, and she
knew from the experiences on the ship that he could back it up, she
left. Now she lay staring up at the silk drapery around her bed. Her
thoughts were troubled and she didn't know how to crystallize what
she was feeling.

The ship's A.I. began speaking over the intercom by the
door. "Do we go home now oh great sexual goddess of the kattes?"

She flicked an obscene gesture at the voice and the monitors
picked it up and assessed it. "Hand gesture unknown, please vocalize
meaning."

She rolled her eyes and declined. There were a few things
she'd rather not be known to the Kattes who serviced this ship. They
always checked the logs for new stuff so they could add it to all the
other ships.

Nymkatte sighed. She closed her eyes a moment and the feel of
the satin beneath her made her smile. She remembered the feel of his
skin on hers and the erotic things they'd done. Nymkatte opened her
eyes and frowned. She also remembered it had not been Jorr's face
she'd held in her mind when she'd exploded in fantastic orgasm.

She turned her face to the wall and hugged herself. She
didn't know who she missed more, but she DID know who was the one
that haunted her. Deathkatte had been her mate and partner, but Exar
had been her love. She admitted it now. It had taken centuries and
one overly sexed Jedi to make her admit it. If anyone should have
been able to make her forget Exar, Jorr would have been it with his
exotically sensual ways.

The tears slipped down her face and she did nothing to stop
them this time. Her heart was given open room to grieve and mourn
that which she could never have. Exar was gone and he had gone with a
horrible misrepresentation of her true feelings. Her feelings had
been cloaked in youthful arrogance and Katte's honor and duty. Except
she thought now that maybe Deathkatte had known and had tried to
comfort her without jealousy ever entering into their relationship.
Gods! She missed them! She wished there were things now that could be
said and had not been said before they had passed to the next.

Underneath the horrid sounds of weeping, the door opened and
shut and footsteps to the bedside went unnoticed. The first inkling
Nymkatte had of her privacy being invaded was being taken into
muscular arms and being kissed. She backed away sharply and stared in
astonishment. Jorr's lips tilted crookedly and he shrugged sheepishly.

"You Kattes don't ALWAYS have that damn mind barrier up you
know."

Her eyes narrowed quickly on him. He wiped away a tear that
spilled because of that. "I'm also more adept at picking up things
like that at THAT time because I'm nearly as promiscuous as you my
dear." He shrugged. "I know. I know. I know and I'm not going to pass
on any of what I know."

Nymkatte relaxed imperceptibly. She didn't REALLY want to
kill him. She'd take his blood sworn oath later. Jorr Dann made her
look up at him again. "You don't have to love me you know. I'd link
my life to yours just for the privilege of trying to make you happy."

Her eyes opened wide. She couldn't use him like that! Could
she?

She wasn't given time to answer him. He took her into his
embrace and kissed her lips. He whispered with hot breath into her
ear. "I don't require you to forget him, merely accept me in his
place." He then showed her all that he could offer her with his body.
His body knew so very, very well how to keep her happy.

********

In the culture of his people she had to go through this
elaborate ceremonial celebration. Four times that day he pledged his
life to hers and vowed to move all nine of her Hells of Purrault to
make her happy. Dawn, Noon, Dusk, and Midnight each had their own
words and commitment pledges. It all basically said the same thing
though. Jorr Dann, Master Jedi, Secondary Heir to the Throne of Dann,
was to spend the rest of his life in a sort of purgatory trying to
make happy the only female in existence that would never be able to
love him in return.

They had a dress to match each of the sun colors for her to
wear. Their ancient legends had said the sun sleepwalked as the moon
at night. Each dress was even more elaborate then the last. Pink Dawn
was simplest eloquence in silk layers. Golden Noon was all ribbons
and satin sleeves. Red Dusk was flounces and frills to the gills.
Silver Midnight was lace and stiff corseted starchy cloth that she
could barely move in. She hated each one more than the last.

The bittersweetness of their honeymoon made Nymkatte face
what she'd tried to talk herself out of thinking about. This romance
was empty and left her feeling hollow. She'd rather face an eternity
of solitude.

The night of their return to his palace, Nymkatte made every
last fantasy she'd plucked from his open and eager mind come true. He
wasn't the only one able to learn tricks like that. She smiled grimly
as she did a little damage to his memory while she was in there. He
would not remember her history he'd delved into and he'd not remember
that she'd been a katte.

He lay there sleeping like an innocent youngling fresh from
the milk of his dam. She leaned over and kissed his cheek
chastely. "I can't let you do this." She walked out into the
night. "Not to either of us."

********

It was a seedy little place this. She didn't care. It suited
her for now. The news flashed on the nearby Universal Communicator,
or U.C. for short. Nymkatte grinned ferally. Jorr Dann was still
looking for her. He probably always would. It didn't matter. She
wouldn't be found or go back. She had her future and he had his. Hers
just happened to have a lot more healing in it than she'd planned.

Nymkatte drank deeply from her goblet. She smiled sweetly at
the server and he poured more for her with a slightly bewitched look
to him. She watched him walk away and grinned. Now it would be a very
deep shame to let that invitation that he made with his wink and nod
to the back rooms go unserved...