The two of them centering on her wasn't what had been expected. Thomas being the middle seemed... But she didn't ponder over that for long. The scars forgotten as Thomas' lips passed over them, as she got lost in Micha's lips. The loss of her pants didn't even phase her.
Her own fingers didn't remain still though, as she weighed one of her fellow Jedi's breasts in her hand, thumb sweeping over the pert nipple. The other slid along Thomas' skin behind her. The curve of his hip, encouraging the press against her backside.