Can't stay away Long

[Laira Darkhold]

Draco felt her light, gentle touch across his old wounds. They ached occasionally, but not tonight, tonight he was in fine company. As she inspected him he looked her over, free of blemishes and marks, no scars from what he could see, no physical wounds. <how did you manage to survive?> He would have told her, but he did not know. All he remembered was being brutally beaten by the Hand of the Dark Lord on Yinchorr and waking up, alone, left by the Jedi he had almost died to protect. He had been forced to crawl and call for assistance that had come in the form of an old friend. He had been with the Republic then, but they had not been the ones to help him. "I had to use a cybernetic to walk for a long time is all. Its fine now." He acted tough for her, but he enjoyed her care for him and the warmth of her cheek against his skin.

He could however feel she was not comfortable seeing the old wounds and injuries. Hopefully that would pass, perhaps he would need to have the scars covered up later, before their next meeting. When she let him go, he turned his attention to his trousers, unbuckling the belt he wore and carefully removing them to toss them back up to shore, hearing her slip gracefully into the water behind him.

Draco turned to face out into the lake, seeing her waiting out in the water. He simply waded out as far as he could, gently gliding through the lake to her, treading water beside her with a grin, his own eyes sparkling from the starlight reflecting off the water, his mind at ease, his heart thundering, blood surging through his body. There was no way Draco, for all he had done deserved her in his mind, but he wanted to, desperately. The gentle noise of the water being slightly disturbed around them was the only sound aside from the occasional night bird's song. It was almost perfect. She was perfect though. He called the Force to him to steady his breathing and center his mind, calming him, trying to get the pounding of his heart and the odd sensation from his stomach to dwindle, but he found it difficult.

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[Faith Organa]

"Tough guy" she whispered looking across the surface to where he stood. The tattoo that covered his arm the scars that littered his body she knew she did not possess the strength to endure such.

But it was not that he had scars it was that someone has given them hurt him so. That was hard to reconcile.

But here he was this giant of a man, forged from battle, thickly muscled swimming only a few inches from her "well Draco. "She laughed, "I can see we are both encountering a problem so. Race you across " then she took off.

Yeah it was a bit of a trick but they were meant to relax. Have fun. Get to know one another .


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[Laira Darkhold]

Her laugh tickled his ears for a moment, melting him substainually. He had been soft around her, but was always worrisome, afraid she wouldn't like him once she got to know him. Now that was melting away as she swam off for the other end of the lake. It wasn't a terribly large lake, but it was large enough that doing a couple laps would tire them both out, not something he really wanted. He chuckled as she began swimming away from him, and began the steady free stroke after her, letting the water relax his muscles and clear his mind.

Draco was, for the first time in a very long time, incredibly affectionate and attracted to a woman, and his skills in his mind were a bit rusty on how to impress or woo a woman, much less a princess. As an escaped slave, he liked to say freed but in truth he had escaped shortly after the Netherworld rapture, he was especially out of his league, still confused how he had managed to get this far. It wasn't lost on him though, as she swam away from her dress, out pacing him by a few lengths that he had gotten quite far along in their fledgling relationship. He was in fact, happy, comfortable, nervous, and worried around her all at once, which boded well for his state of mind. Always worried and nervous she would decide she could do better, and always happy to be around her, comfortable with her presence, open with his secrets.

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[Faith Organa]

Reach and pull she glided through the water. The water soothing to her mind and body. How many times had she swam in the lake or ocean letting it take her concerns and fears. When she turned her head she could hear Draco gaining.

All she kept going back to was he was warm, secure, how his shoulders felt under her palms, that Spicey aroma that was unique to him, all these things that made her instinctively need to get closer to him.

His eyes she was always seeing his eyes dark stormy grey piercing into the very core of her soul.

He seem to take change well. That was a necessary factor in politics go with the flow watch the spin.

As she neared the other side she stopped to where she could go backwards and her rump hit the shore. She watched him move through the water. Everything the water took came back ten fold.

Feth .

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Draco swam behind her and when she turned and faced him stopping he slowed, his pace, letting him simply drift up to her, still extended out flat in the water until his hands hit the bottom of the lake to either side of her. Her big brown eyes glimmering, reflecting the subtle ripples of the water. She wasn't afraid, or angry, or regretful like he was. She was stronger than he was, maybe not in body, but certainly in spirit, and Draco admired that about her. Almost as much as he admired her gentle caring nature.

As he slowed he stopped his face only about an inch away from hers, grinning wide, like any smitten boy did. He planted a short kiss on her lips, letting her warmth flutter through him, before pulling back to meet her stare. "So what now, my princess? Another lap?" He asked, he wanted to feel her every muscle and curve, to inspect her completely and totally, but, he wanted her to be comfortable first, to make the first move.

His thoughts however stayed on keeping her happy, meeting her every wish with an answer and fulfilling her every desire to the best of his abilities. All he wanted to do right now was make sure she was safe and happy, and she wasn't in any danger right now, so that only left pleasing her.

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[Faith Organa]

If there was anything she held back it was he couldn't protect her from everything.

Her eyes widened as he came flush with her a shiver streaked up her spine and back down again before a tremor of need sliced through her. She knew she couldn't hide it his gaze meeting hers, she knew the hunger filling her reflected in her eyes.

God did he know how gorgeous he was.

That spirit to fulfill,what she wanted. She leaned towards him. No. He probably didn't know how he twisted her insides up.

It wasn't just a need for intimacy she craved it was a need for everything. She wanted to curl in his arms. Lean against him, to hold him till the morning crested above the mountains.

Faith reached out for him inhaling roughly, "I was thinking that maybe you would like to show me the bedroom"

The next move was his

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[Laira Darkhold]

Draco's eyes widened just a little, eyebrows arching, grin a bit more roguish than before. "Of course cyar'ika." He whispered, steadying himself and getting his feet beneath him in the water, pulling his hands around her waist to pull her against him and lift her up to carry her, eyes still locked with hers.

Without a groan, seemingly without effort her hefted her from the water, holding her in his arms. He kissed her quietly and softly as he carried her from the lake back towards the Lake House they were staying in. So what if they were skipping some of the plans that had been made. That was the great thing about love it was unexpected, unpredictable. It could not be prepared for or forced. It had to be allowed to flow in whatever angles and curves it chose to.

Her skin against his felt intoxicating, the gleam in her eyes driving him mad, the shine of water dripping off their bodies in the moonlight. It wasn't a long walk, easy enough even with her carried in front of him. She was all that mattered right now. There were no thoughts of the past or future in his mind, and his anxiety, anticipation, and excitement was growing with every step closer to the Lake House.

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[Faith Organa]

She couldn't take her eyes from him she had finally reached that moment where nothing else mattered. That calm moment that she looked for within that said now. Now was upon her.

She cleared her throat, a nervous little sound-part arousal past curiosity, "my. Cyar'ika. You're going to need your strength it's been a while. I could be too much for you to handle"

She had become painfully aware of his presence. His touch. His smell. She pressed her lips to his hunger and desire searing through her. Did he know what his touch did to her? What it made her ache for?

Time would stand still nothing moved or breathed except Draco, her arms encircled his neck while she did some claiming of her own. Her hands sank into his hair, her fingertips glorying in the feel of the thick course strands.

She needed to breathe, to scream out in pleasure but the need for his kiss was stronger. The taste that filled her captivated her just as he had captivated her.

She shook in his embrace, hungered for him.

But unwilling to break the kiss.

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[Laira Darkhold]

Draco could feel her hands running through his hair, tugging gently on his scalp, pulling on his hair, and urging him to move just a little faster. The subtle, faint squeak of nervousness in her voice, exhilarating. He didn't speak, only let her kiss him, drawing the breath from him like his lips were her only avenue for air. The taste of her lips, her skin, feeling, overpowering his senses. There was little else to do at this point.

As they entered the lake house, he stumbled, lightly bumping into the walls as he carried her, very distracted from the simple task of walking, knocking the occasional knick-knack or decoration from its hanging place on the walls. Finally he found the door to the bedroom and it opened with a barely audible hiss over their gasping as they fell to passion, unable to pull away from each other.

Gently he laid her on the bed, beads of water still clinging to them from their swim in the lake, and followed her, staring into the lipid pools that were her amber brown eyes, gleaming, shining with an inner light he had never seen or had the inclination to fathom existed before now. He spoke no words as he clung to her, as though she would fall and be gone forever if he let go. They spent their time together discovering and inspecting every inch of each other intently, for as long as they could.

And so did night become day.

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[Faith Organa]

A small pin prick of light on the horizon, the morning colors of pink, yellow, and orange gathered on the horizon. With each passing moment the sun rose up and Alderaan woke to a new day.

Faith looked over at Draco as he slept, slipping quietly away she found a robe and headed to the front porch to listen to the day begin. She often ran at this hour, she needed the exercise to fight off all the dinner parties and meetings that plagued her life. Life was not going to get any easier either, it had just become more complicated.

It wasn't that he was mandalorian that part was a non issue, it was the Sith part. When she looked around and saw her home, she remembered what it looked like later, after, when the wild things wanted to change her. that to walk down a path was certain death, and THAT was because of the Sith.

She was being a fool wasn't she.

Feth!!!

She rubbed her face as she thought, but everything in her mind..said it was alright. He said he was in control, he said...he said everything they way he should, what she needed to hear, wanted to hear. He had promised, more than try, he promised to always be Draco.

He kept his word, he was Draco. Faith looked back into the cabin, Its because I'm scared I know. but I don't know how to calm the fear. I'm breaking a rule for my life, breaking a promise I made to myself...to others....I cannot be this unfocused.

Maybe she'd make breakfast. that would help...Faith went inside to see what she could find....

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[Laira Darkhold]

The aroma of food being cooked upon a range filled the small cabin by the lake as the sun continued to lift up into the sky, just breaking free of the horizon. Draco stirred, noticing Faith, his cyar'ika, was no longer present with a slight jolt, quickly expanding his presence until he felt her in the next room, safe and unharmed.

He could tell she was conflicted, her anxiety issuing from her signature plainly to him. His mood became dour, realizing that for all they had said and desired and enjoyed last night, he had indeed only added struggle and worry to her life.

That needs to stop, it needs to stop now, he thought. His mind filled with thoughts, that she deserved someone she could flaunt at parties and state affairs without fear of consequence. She did deserve that, and silently he swore to give it to her, but he knew not how. Not the exact methods needed to correct his situation, to mend his broken mind.

Draco rose from the bed and found a pair of shorts, exiting from the room wearing nothing but the loose gym shorts and found her. He greeted her this morning with a gentle hug, standing behind her, pressing against her body, planting an affectionate kiss on the side of her neck.

"Good morning cyar'ika. I missed you when I woke." His voice low and quiet, still playful after their night together. "I've thought about what we said last night, and I wanted to talk to you, about going forward, about what I need to do now. Is that alright?"

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[Faith Organa]

"Morning Cyar'ika I'm use to getting up early. I have a regime of exercise to keep to. Otherwise I will become a short round and fluffy cyar'ika." She beamed at him it was the sound of his voice that was soothing.

She leaned back against him while attempting to finish breakfast. He was warm, and inviting. The kind of man that made you never went to leave, "I'm sorry I didn't want to wake you when I got up. After last night I thought you might enjoy sleeping in."

She turned to face him, "What I said last night? Draco I said a lot of things last night, which thing was it...was it....when you tried to.........and I said...or was it..." She smiled but she could see he was serious.

"What is wrong?" she whispered to him even though his voice did not broadcast trouble, "And do you want breakfast, or is this talk so serious that we cannot enjoy what I have made" On the counter in one covered dish was Alderaan Toast, something her mother taught her, and then there was some cured bantha belly, scrambled eggs and juice. Simple but filling breakfast, and she did it by herself.

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[Laira Darkhold]

Draco smiled a bit more when she leaned back against him, letting his hands slip to touch her skin just beneath the bottom of the her robe. "I would love you the same." He whispered softly, his breath against here ear. He had some plans for today, assuming she didn't have to leave soon. "I did enjoy sleeping in. But not as much as feeling your heart beat as I rest." He couldn't imagine a more comfortable rest than the one he enjoyed last night, exhausted after their time together, and he had slept soundly with her in his arms. The first time since his fall he had slept through the night without suffering night terrors.

When she turned he stayed pressed against her, perhaps gathering the edges of the robe she wore just a little bit, with a smile. "No, we can eat breakfast, especially since we skipped dinner last night. Well, skipped food last night." He flashed her an inviting grin as he raised his chin to peer over her. "It smells delicious." His eye's glanced at the meal behind her and then back to her, as he kissed her on the tip of her button nose playfully. He released her robe, relatively reluctantly, and took up the plates, taking a half step back so she could get around him and lead him to where ever she wanted to eat.

"What we said last night. About my condition." Draco wasn't depressed, he wasn't angry, he wasn't even sad. He was just determined to do this for her. To do this now. "I need help, Cyar'ika. I can't think of anyone who can help me but you. I know you make me stronger, make me want to face each day's challenges."

"Once Alderaan is safe, and under the protection of the Clans, I want to run away with you. Not for long, just a week or so. Just long enough for me to face my demons." After that, redemption was another matter. He had been dark a very long time, and he had done several things he wasn't proud of. Amar ranked highest among them. He didn't know who he would go to in order to seek redemption, but he knew he would. For her.

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[Faith Organa]

[member="Darth Vulkan"]

"Your face when you sleep, softens the square of chin does not seem so harsh, I enjoyed listening to the steady sound of your breathing so odd how the smallest of things becomes so important so...ingrained in the mind." She laughed a little as he reminded her that they had skipped food.

"Well, I just couldn't wait anymore. We had danced too many times around the sensations, that waiting longer would have been criminal." She had not needed the food as much as she had needed to feel his skin against hers, or the sounds of his voice as he took delight in the small touches she laid upon him, so food was a sustenance but the other was need. She reached over and slid her hand onto his chest till it rested over his heart where she could feel every beat.

She for a moment remembered the searing kisses that he trailed across her skin, the way he...yes she would remember that night forever. "We can sit near the window" the cabin was designed for them to enjoy the lake, so a table by the window to look out.

She lifted her hand and gave him a look of want, "breakfast" then she headed toward the table. Listening to what he said, "Run away, isn't this running away. Or is there some place particular you want to take me?" She slid into a chair as she placed the orange juice, on the table.

She should have waited for him to finish, "Face your demons." She felt a sinking feeing, "What does that mean exactly."

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Draco sat beside her rather than across from her letting his arm drape across her shoulders, exuding a feeling of comfort and pleasure through his body and through the Force. "I don't have a place in mind, I have a feeling. An instinct on where to go and what to do, but I don't have the will to leave you behind."

The meal was delicious, hot food, obviously home cooked, something he couldn't have done himself, not of this quality. The memories of last night echoed in his mind, causing him to wear a stupid smile, forgetting they had left their clothes on the beach in their moment of passion and desire.

"Face my demons. The reason I broke in the first place was because I couldn't handle the circumstances or the guilt, or the sorrow of what was happening. I need to go face those things, and the echoes of what I did that have rippled into the Force." He still bore the stupid smile on his face. In truth this conversation was secondary to spending time with Faith.

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[Faith Organa]

Faith tested her hand,in his thigh her fingers gently drawing circles. Thoughts jumping from last night to now to later.

"So " she didn't quite know what to say. He wanted her with him as he looked for the cure to the one thing that she hated. Even though it was a source of power ,,this breaking of his mind was fear and pain.

She looked at him. "Ok Draco. I'll go on this journey with you." sacrifice something Faith had lived with a long time. There was something she would have to let go of to make this journey easier.

"After Alderaan is safe. We will begin" She smiled, "eat we have time for a swim and alone time. A walk along the path. And whatever else. hmm, So anything else you want this morning?"

She saw that smile,she had an idea What that smile meant.



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[Laira Darkhold]

Draco beamed from the acceptance of his proposal. With the knowledge he was not and would not be alone to face the tribulations ahead of him put his mind at ease, calming his anxiety. "Thank you cyar'ika. Your support through this is most appreciated." And when they were done he would be different for the better and put her at ease. He took another bite from his plate, letting his fingers casually massage her shoulder, a gentle reminder that while his eyes were busy elsewhere she remained his focus, above all things.

"Hmm, a morning swim would be nice, especially if last night was any indication." Draco grinned leaning closer to her, kissing her cheek affectionately. Her hand tracing circles on his thigh causing him to blush, adding color to his cheeks and his heart to rush faster with the memories of their time together. "I can think of some things for us to do. But what I want this morning? I would be satisfied to simply lay on the shore in the sun with you." His eyes drifted down her body for a second, taking in the curves of her hips beneath the silken robe and the alabaster smooth skin of her legs, unmarred or blemished, before flicking back to her face, equally beautiful with dark eyes and dark hair. She was breathtakingly beautiful to be sure, much more so than he believed her deserved. But for her actions he would not have believed she thought he was desirable, covered in scars, a recognizable Sith or Dark Sider, but she had convinced him her tastes included him, hopefully exclusively.

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[Faith Organa]

[SIZE=12pt]His eyes crinkled as he smiled. His eyes smoldered, and his lips brushed against Faith’s sometimes his words seem to say thank you for not running away. They were quickly forgotten though as he closed the gap between them.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Faith reached up curling her fingers into Draco’s thick dark mane, the pounding of her heart drummed out her emotions to him if he had the ear to listen. She knew he heard. Falling for a man who had such issues she at times when he looked at her, like he was doing right now Faith couldn’t think of any reason why he was with her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Faith longed to stroke the stubble along his jaw line instead she leaned over and rubbed her nose along his throat not the sexiest move but she loved the feel of his skin and she loved doing things he didn’t expect. She paused for a moment, “We can take in the sun I love the sun and later, there’s also a large hammock to laze around in”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She liked him shirtless and wearing that little grin she knew what that grin meant. Shirtless she could see the muscles as they tensed, bunched, and released. A single finger though she reached out starting with the back of his hand she slowly drew her finger up his arm, she kept her mind off the scars and looked to the artwork. Gently she brushed his skin with her fingers she remembered the night before, how strongly his arms held her tight, the soft whispers in her ear, the tender kisses following by searing passion that had left her breathless and spent in his arms.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She remembered just then how he had reacted when she kissed his eyes, seemed it had caught him off guard. She smiled her cheeks burned crimson and never stopped touching him. She let go of her responsibilities, and the thoughts that bade her to be cautious.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]“Verd ori'shya beskar'gam, Gar cuyir ori’shya ni kariya.” She looked up at him time was not often her friend, and it most certainly was not their friend. “biai munit liser gar temya'r ti ni?”[/SIZE]

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[Laira Darkhold]

Draco sighed, as though a gentle wave of relief had pulled his tension and anxiety out to sea, leaving him comfortable and appeased with his arm around her, her fingers running through his hair again. She was a work of art, a master piece the old masters would be jealous of in their prime, and yet she was humble. She wasn't spoiled and she didn't look down on others because of her status or the circumstances of her royal birth, she even respected and felt affection for someone like him, far beneath her station and far from what she had probably envisioned her ideal mate to be like. "Miai ru'du biai gar dabay paba ni." He responded, a gentle whisper as he placed his chin on her head, tucking her under his protection, squeezing her tight as he emptied his hands.

His breathing slowed and was calm, Draco was finally at peace in life, and despite the subtle flutter in his stomach from the nervousness and blinding affection he felt while around her, his body reflected this tranquility. He shoved his empty plate away from him and put his other hand on her thigh, gently rubbing his thumb against her skin just beneath the hem of her robe. He could hear the sound of her beating heart, much like his own, betraying her emotions to him. There was a saying that they heart had a mind of its own, and for them, as star crossed as they were, it must be true he thought. No one would bet on them, but she made him feel like he needed to be better, to work through his problems like no other had before her. In fact she was the first willing to help raise him up from the pit, rather than pull him down into it. "That was delicious, cyar'ika. Your cooking tastes as exquisite as you are." He tapped his fingers against her skin as he spoke, letting his mind wander to the night before as he simply sat, grateful for the time he had with her for a moment.

"Hmm, the day is bright and the sun will be up for a long time yet. I'd be happy doing anything with you so long as we can talk. I'd really like to know more about you. What you want, what your dreams are, what you need from me, those things. We are so new, and I have so many questions to better know you." Draco had some thought about laying around on the short of the lake, clutching her tight and stealing her breath, but that time could wait a few hours. There was so much more about her that was a mystery, and while he expected to be surprised for a long time to come, there were somethings he just wanted to know. To know for certain "So, what do you say?" He asked, his voice a bit more flirtatious that it had been, deeper, more melodic.

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[Faith Organa]

[SIZE=12pt]For as long as she needed him she would keep him with her as long as she could her knight-errant.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]He may regret those words she may have need of him a long time. Time. “Thank you are too kind” breakfast was easy she could do breakfast, “Dinner is one of my weaknesses. It often requires the presence of the fire department to battle the smoke the often billowed from the windows. But I keep trying”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She was content in this, the small things in life he would be surprised by her goals for life. Such as one short term goal, “Well if we are to spend the day in a manner of such under statement” she was trying to say without all the adornment that was required of her to wear at times, long dresses, house insignia, shoes, she in just her skin and the thin robe as she gave an admiring head to toe look at Draco, “I want to go back to bed and snuggle”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She got up from the table, her fingers still lingering on his shoulder, “That is if you want to I don’t mean it to sound like an order consider it a request”, she truly meant that she wanted to lay in his arms to feel the warmth of his skin against hers and where they could talk, and then later when the sun was higher find their way to the shore.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]She stepped away, a single finger still laid upon Draco’s shoulder as she gave him a devilish little grin, she looked towards the bedroom and then back. “All the secrets I have…about me are so very few in my eyes while you…you cyar’ika are a treasure that I choose to keep to myself while I wheedle from you your thoughts and dreams using the wiles that I was born with.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She stepped one step closer towards the bedroom her gaze not leaving his, she had learned long ago to always keep eye contact when talking of serious things. She brought both her hands to the lapels of the robe with a slow movement she peeled the robe back, and dropped it into a pool at her feet.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She shook her head letting her dark hair tumble taking on that wild untamed look as she tilted her head looking at him, she put a hand behind her head trying to imitate some actress from the holo, and “so will you honor my request?”[/SIZE]