"You see," Ahsoka begins with a wide grin. "Bo-Katan here has been on her feet a lot over the past week. I think a great way for you to get on her good side would be to give her a foot massage."
"O-oh," you murmur, not really expecting the request. "Sure. If she wants me to."
The two of you look towards the redhead, who looks somewhat conflicted. Noticing this, Ahsoka leans over.
"Hey. You ok?" she whispers, lowering her voice enough so that you can't hear.
"Yeah," Bo-Katan quietly replies after a moment, sounding uncharacteristically hesitant. "You sure though?"
"Trust me, he feels good down there," Ahsoka replies with a smirk before leaning away.
After another moment of thought, the Mandalorian ends up deciding.
"Sure, I could use a rub," she states, her egotism on full display to mask any doubts she may have had. "Just remember that you offered this."
With that ominous statement, she begins to move her feet towards you. As they get closer, you can feel the air around you get more humid while the temperature rises simultaneously.
By the time that Bo-Katan's toes are planted right in front of you, it feels as though you were back on Kashyyyk during a heat wave. Nonetheless, you hesitantly reach out and lay a hand on one of the massive digits.
"Are you sure this will even work? I don't know if you'll be able to feel me doing anything," you poke her big toe a few times to emphasize your point.
"I feel that," Bo-Katan informs you, causing you to immediately cease your prodding with a hasty apology.
"Plus, I felt you earlier," Ahsoka adds in.
"See? Now," Bo-Katan rolls her legs so that her feet are on their sides. "Get to work, foundling."
As you step right up to the sole of her left foot, you decide to take a quick look to see what you're dealing with.
Surprisingly, both of Bo-Katan's feet look to be well-kept. The only sign of her life as a warrior is the thin layer of sweat that coats the surface of her sole. Other than that, however, nothing would indicate that she's constantly on the move and fighting.
Reaching forward you press both arms into her sole. The fleshy walls contort and give way to your touch, making you realize that they're actually quite soft.
"Osik that feels good," the Mandalorian murmurs as you begin to knead the skin in front of you in gentle circles.
"Told you," Ahsoka chirps, a smug grin on her face. "Why do you think I suggested it in the first place?"
"You were right," Bo-Katan admits, albeit begrudgingly. The two of them have always had a good working relationship after the siege of Mandalore, but as time progressed, the two managed to form an unlikely friendship. One of the things that came out of this bond was a lighthearted rivalry, which manifests in a number of ways such as right now.
"Aren't I always?" Ashoka crosses her arms, looking extremely satisfied with herself.
"Don't push it," Bo-Katan warns, her eyes narrowed in annoyance at the former Jedi.
"Sorry to break up the lovely banter up there, but I have a question," you call out as you stop rubbing.
"What is it?" Bo-Katan huffs, clearly annoyed that you paused. After receiving a warning look from Ahsoka, however, she lets out a small breath and soothes her features. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I was just wondering what a foundling is. You called me that earlier," you explain, a bit confused as you've never heard the word before.
While she'd never admit it, a small part of Bo-Katan's heart breaks upon realizing how much you don't know about Mandalorian culture. After being immersed in it for her entire life, seeing one of her people being unable to recognize a core aspect of their lifestyle makes her realize just how badly Mandalore had failed its colonies.
With this realization, the redhead vows to herself that she'd fix this, starting with the tiny stormtrooper at her feet.
"How about this: I'll give you your first lesson on the ways of our people. In return, you'll keep rubbing," she proposes to you.
"Sure," you nod and make your way over to her toes.
You kneel down and press your hand gently into the joints of the digits, soothing out any tensed muscles.
In response, Bo-Katan let's out a soft noise that borders on a moan as her toes curl to grasp one of your arms for a brief moment before releasing it.
Coughing awkwardly after her little slip-up, she immediately begins her lesson in an effort to move past it.
"A foundling is one of the most important aspects to our culture. They are the next generation who will carry on our ways and in turn teach it to the generation after them. Their safety and success is paramount to the survival of our people as a whole and they are treated as such by any Mandalorian. To harm a foundling is to invoke death from any Mandalorian."
"And since I'm learning your ways, I'm technically a foundling," you say, piecing things together fairly quickly.
"OUR ways," she gently corrects, much to Ahsoka's surprise. "And, in a way, you are one. But, there's a lot of things you can do right now that a normal foundling couldn't."
"Like what?" you inquire, genuinely interested in learning more.
"Drinking, fighting, taking someone to your bed," the redhead lists off, smirking at your blush upon hearing the last one.
"T-true, but I'm not too worried about that last one. Imperial training didn't leave any room for fraternization," you murmur.
"Shame. You certainly have the looks to have options," she comments.
"T-thank you," you stammer, not expecting that compliment at all. "I think you look amazing as well."
Ahsoka, meanwhile, looks between the two of you as this exchange occurs. Shockingly, she notices a slight blush on Bo-Katan's face as she brushes off your compliment and continues explaining the process of becoming a foundling . An idea slowly takes root in the Togrutan woman's mind as she begins planning something.
Back with your lesson, you realize that you've accidentally stopped the massage in favor of listening to Bo-Katan's teachings. While she hasn't noticed, you figure that admitting it will earn you some good will with her.
"Sorry. I haven't been fulfilling my end of the bargain while you were talking," you apologize as you make your way back towards her feet. To your surprise, however, the redhead ends up pulling them away from you.
"It's fine," she states. "We can continue that in a bit. First, there's something else you need to do."
What does she have in mind?
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