Is This For Real

[Jaron Lesan]

KRANT​

VICEROY'S PALACE​

with: [member="Dianah Vi'dreya][/FONT][/SIZE][/RIGHT]
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A single long stemmed, red rose danced and twirled about in Jaron's fingers as he waited outside the door of his lover's bedchambers. It was an odd feeling to know they belonged to him as well now. It had been weeks since their trip to the markets of Theed on Naboo, and the subsequent terrorist plot they had foiled together, but that time passed quiickly and yet felt like an eternity all the same. Jaron had intentionally deepened their bond during a spontaneous dalliance in the deep parts of the cave where the two had killed four Templar masters attempting to make an example of Naboo for opening themselves to the Confederacy and the Sith which controlled it. There was not anything any more different about their tryst other than what had spilled over during the passion of the moment.

What had been a simple declaration of the bond they shared, Jaron had found himself beginning the words Mando'ade spoke to each other when making their riduurok. It was a promise that, in a short exchange often made in battle, signified a couple was married. In the moment Jaron had never expected that Dianah would finish the vows, but as her head pressed to his, and her nose ran along the slope of his own, she had. It was a moment Jaron would never forget, and it plunged them into an understanding. They were husband and wife, but no one would know it until Dianah had her wedding. There was only one thing Jaron had to do to ensure that. He had to talk to Metus and receive the man's blessing.

Tonight all of that would be pushed aside as the two finally were finding a moment to do something they had never done before. Jaron was taking his wife out for a real date. The irony of the situation caused a small chuckle to escape from Jaron's mouth as he realized that their courtship had always involved them killing someone. In the months they had known each other, they had never actually dated. The closest thing to a date had been their spar during their time among the Jen'ari. Jaron still owed Dianah a new dress after having cut her flimsy yellow silk covering off of her. A playful smirk drew at the right corner of his mouth at the thought.

He sighed remembering the encounter, both impressed with Dianah's skill at the time, and proud at how far she had come. The woman was dedicated to becoming the best she could be, and Jaron was dedicated to ensuring that the galaxy feared her name more than that of Metus himself. He still held onto the vision which haunted him at night when sleep was supposed to take him. Each choice he made was either moving him toward the dark fulfillment of the battle he had seen, or it was pushing him away. No longer did Jaron question if Dianah was the woman at his side, or the mother of the son that stood with them in battle. Whether he knew, or simply willed it to be her, Jaron no longer let that portion of the vision make him question his choices. She made him darker, and if anything she pushed him toward the fulfillment of the devastation his family would one day cause, and he loved her for it.

Clearing his throat, Jaron tapped his fingers on the door before he pushing it open slightly to peek into the room. He led with the rose. Hiding the color of his suit jacket from Dianah's view. It was meant to be a surprise that one of his jackets had been finished in time. The fuchsia colored coat was tailored to fit him perfectly, and the color suited his eyes. All in all, Jaron was beginning to think Dianah was onto something when she talked him into something other than black or gray.

"Am I allowed to peek yet, my love. You are going to be stunning regardless, but I am dying to see you and drink in the sight of whatever it is you are wearing..."

Permission or not, Jaron pushed through the door hoping to catch the woman in full view of his vision.

 

[Darth Miseria]

Krant - Viceroy's Palace​

With: [member=Jaron Lesan]​

Dress: xxx​

Makeup: xxx​

Shoes: xxx​

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Dianah had been getting ready for hours. There was an entirely good reason for it though. Tonight would be the first official date Jaron had taken her on. They had been on hundreds of missions together, attended a million social events for the Confederacy and they were even living together, but they never seemed to have time for things that proper couples do. That didn't make the relationship any less meaningful though, in fact Dianah was sure that it was the most meaningful one she'd ever been party too. As she ran her hands through the curly mass on top of her head she thought about just how far the couple had come. A smile broke over her face as she remembered the miserable man she'd first met on Arbra.

It had been such a long time ago but she could recall it as clear as day. His black robes whipping about as her ship landed, the way his eyes had explored her every curve the moment she'd stepped planet side, the playful smile on his lips as she skipped her way over to him. He had impressed her with his clever, calculated way of killing and in turn she had impressed him with the manic, eccentricities of her fighting style. It had taken them both a while to admit it but they quickly realized they'd both felt the same about each other from the very moment they met. Dianah had always been confident and sure of herself but with him around these particular traits had developed into something tangible. Dianah couldn't help but wonder how she had ever managed without him.

Thoughtful as she was there was no need to doubt their devotions to one another. She would never have to be without him again, not after the bonding moment the two had shared on Naboo. The unofficial wedding had been kept entirely secret from everyone, save for her elder brother Ivum who she also shared a bond with, but it was still a marriage. The couple didn't religiously practice Mandalorian regulation but the rituals and culture were something they held dear. The impromptu riduurok held just as fast and true as if it were said in the middle of battle as tradition usually called for. It was strange to think of herself as his wife now, and him as her husband in kind, but every time she did a wide, overjoyed smile forced its way onto her lips.

The hollow sound of fingers against the heavy wooden doors echoed across the room. Dianah tutted and shook her head, a smirk curling the corners of her painted lips up. He was ever so impatient, but she rather liked that about him. His head was already half way through the door before she even had a chance to answer. She could see his thick brown hair coming into view on the edge of her mirror. Dianah's eyes remained firmly fixed on the polished glass in front of her, determined to get every pinwheel curl to sit right before she turned around.

'I would say come in but it appears you've invited yourself in already.'

She smirked at the mirror, the playful tone in her voice lilting as she worked. After flicking a particularly long curl away from her gold streaked eyelids Dianah span on the point of her tall heel to face him. The wind caught the edge of her dress and lifted it slightly to reveal a glimpse of the caramel thighs hidden underneath. Her hands smoothed down the soft black silk as her eyes worked their way up Jaron's body, from bottom to top. She couldn't help the soft, sultry smile that made her bite her lower lip. There was nothing she liked more than to see him in color and he certainly knew which ones suited him best now, considering the amount of time they'd spent in Theed markets.

'Cyar'ika, you look amazing! It's like I'm falling in love with you all over again.'

Dianah stepped forward to slip herself into his arms and press a gentle kiss onto his inviting lips.

 

[Jaron Lesan]

KRANT
VICEROY'S PALACE
with: [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"]
wearing: xxx

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The first thing which greeted Jaron's eyes as he peeked through the door was the perfectly shaped shebs of his lover. A small smile pulled at his lips as the thought of their banter played back and forth. Her backside seemed to be the most common focal point of their many flirtations and had been from the first day they met. Jaron would be a liar if he said that he had not stopped to look at it many times that day. His attraction to her was immediate, and the strongest thing he had ever felt in his life. The pull toward her was too powerful to fight, and Jaron refused to try. This was the story of their life. Jaron and Dianah would be the love story of the century, proof that even the darkest of hearts could find room for another.

His eyes traveled up to take the rest of her in, stopping at the vivacious and independent curls that she was trying to reign in. One day Jaron would admit to Dia that he loved her curls as much as he loved her shebs. They were unique to her, the way they always fought her for control. He loved every bit of her body, and had taken his time many times over to worship it properly. It went without saying that he fully intended to tonight as well, but first the man wanted to give her something he had not since they had met.

"Guilty," he said in response to her observation, and smiled even wider when she finally turned around.

Jaron had been able to tell that she was eyeing from her mirror, slightly unfair because he wanted her to turnaround so he could see her face. Dianah's musing about his impatience could not have been more correct. When she finally did turn from the mirror his jaw near hit the floor. First the gold around her eyes was amazing. Second Jaron did not need much imagination to know what was under the dress. When he caught a glimpse of her legs peeking through the long slits on either side of the center his mind went crazy with thoughts of dessert.

"I know I am," he said just before her kiss took his lips. He did not wish to ruin hours of work, so his own was just as gentle as the one she offered. His arms were another story as he pulled her close so their bodies touched. His lips went to her ear in a whisper, "You look delectable in black, and I cannot wait to unwrap you."

Jaron pulled away and offered his arm as he motioned for the door. They were not going far, first to his ship, and second to one of the new establishments that Dianah's leadership had brought to the planet. Reservations had been made for both the eatery and the hotel, the two of them would not see the palace until well into the next day.

"Your chariot awaits, my love."

 

[Darth Miseria]

Krant - Viceroy's Palace​

With: [member=Jaron Lesan]​

Dress: xxx​

Makeup: xxx​

Shoes: xxx​

So far in her short life Dianah had never felt more amazing than when Jaron had his arms circled around her. It was almost like she was made to fit there. Being close to him was the only feeling in the entire Galaxy that she cherished utterly and completely. It didn't even come close to using the dark force that motivated her every move. Though, come to think of it, it didn't really motivate her anymore. He did. Everything she did was for him. She still hadn't given up on her desire to one day surpass her Father and her family name, she had simply factored Jaron into her grand plans.

'Well, you'll have to wait. I didn't put this dress on just for you to tear it off... Though I do give you permission to tear when the time comes.'

A less than subtle wink was shot in his direction as she smoothed her hands over his suit. If it were possible he looked even more handsome than the day they had wed, though neither of them were particularly dressed for the occasion. Dianah lent up to kiss him again, savoring it for a little longer this time. Even though she had kissed him a million times before her heart still raced at the feeling of his lips against hers. When she pulled away her tongue poked out and licked along the length of her lower lip, a soft 'mmm' escaping her throat as she did.

He offered his arm out and she slipped hers into it eagerly. The walk to the ship wasn't a long one but it was one Dianah enjoyed anyway. Since the couple had moved in to their new home on Krant she had been particularly excitable, despite the fact that construction on it hadn't quite finished yet. Everything was new and fresh. She had bounced around putting her stamp on things from the moment they arrived. As they walked she made mental notes to spruce up a particular corridor or change the color of the wood on the bathroom doors.

Her head craned to smile up at her handsome lover, a glimmer of excitement in her eye. They hadn't had much of a chance to fully explore Dianah's childhood home, it would be their first time exploring the city surrounding their palace. Jaron's ship was ready and waiting by the time they reached the cobblestone courtyard at the front of their home. Dianah slipped her hand into his and walked backward up the ramp, a sultry look crossing her expression.

'So, where are you taking me?'

 

[Jaron Lesan]

KRANT​

VICEROY'S PALACE​

with: [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"]​

wearing: xxx​

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“Oh no... I do not intend to tear that dress from you yet, even though it begs me to. We are going to enjoy every second of the building anticipation, and only when we can no longer contain it, will I relieve you of it...”

Jaron had always been the methodical one of the two of them. His ways of thinking things through even as he performed them was one thing that had separated them. Not one action of his ever seemed unintentional, and the way he went about carrying them out was always executed with precise and expert action. His treatment of Dianah was no different. Jaron knew what he wanted her to feel and experience before the night was up, and he had taken the time to plan their first real date together to ensure he accomplished his goal.

Despite what he said it was tempting to not tear the dress off. Dianah seemed to be expert in throwing Jaron off his plans and getting him to do what she wanted. It was going to be a battle of the wills between the two, but Jaron knew that she was going to enjoy what he had planned.

Their steps clicked across the cobblestone floor and echoed as they came up the ramp of the ship. A smile spread on Jaron’s face when Dianah asked the question of where he was taking her. His mind was still on the dress and as he turned to look in her direction a smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth.

“There is no place that I will not take you... but tonight it’s a surprise.”

Jaron walked into the cockpit and told the pilot it was time to leave. Normally he would have flown the ship himself, but this was a night to spoil Dianah and make sure she knew how much he loved her. As the ship took off and crossed the distance to where they were going. It wasn’t long before the hotel and restaurant came into view. When the ship landed and the ramp Jaron stood and offered his hand to Dianah.

“And don’t worry, I had your maid pack an overnight bag. It is already on the ship. I thought of just about everything. They have an excellent menu, There will be dancing... plenty of wine, and whatever you want...”

As they walked down the ramp, the doorman held the door open to them and revealed the eatery. They were seated right away, the hostess nodding to Jaron and addressing Dianah as the Viceroy. It was still something Jaron was getting used to, but the people of Krant loved that one of their own had been allowed to fill the position. On Jaron’s part he smiled wide as they walked to their private table in the back.

“So, what do you think of the place?”

 

[Darth Miseria]

Krant - Viceroy's Palace
With: [member=Jaron Lesan]
Dress: xxx
Makeup: xxx
Shoes: xxx

A bright rose colored blush burst across her cheek bones, despite the rouge she had already faintly applied there. He still knew how to make her giggle like a teenager sick in love, along with bringing forth some other less than innocent feelings.

'Don't get yourself too excited, ner'cyare. Your goddess demands perfection tonight.'

A playful grin broke out on her face as she teased him. When they took a seat on the ship she folded one leg over the other, settling back into it as they set off. The vessel was partly home now as well, when she'd first take a trip on it it was bland and most of the original colors put on by the factory were still there. Almost the moment the two had made it official, on the very ship they sat on now, Dianah had made some serious changes. Every room had been painted a bright hue, little trinkets, pictures and reminders of home were scattered everywhere.

When he spoke next Dianah was taken aback for a moment and she showed it with the soft raising of one of her pruned eyebrows and a pleased smile. Surprises were few and far between, mostly because Jaron had a hard time keeping secrets from her, as she did from him. There had been a few new businesses that returned to Krant once the Confederacy had made their presence known and Dianah had settled into her role as Viceroy, she had no doubt that Jaron had picked something as beautiful as it was romantic.

'I can't wait, my miserable cyar'ika.'

The moniker was hardly true anymore, Dianah could hardly remember the last time she had seen a frown on his face, but she still couldn't help using it once in a while. When they had first met he had such a stoic expression she had judged him as miserable almost the instant they had shook hands and it had stuck ever since. The ship landed with a soft bump and Jaron stood to offer out his hand. She took it gratefully, sweeping her dress free of her feet as she walked down the ramp.

Her caramel colored face lit up immediately with the bright light that streamed from the hundreds of windows that decorated the building. The cream colored bricks reflected it and gave the whole place a soft glow. Dianah's mouth hung slightly agape in awe of the impressive building, but it was nothing compared to the inside.

'Jaron... I'm impressed. You certainly know how to show a girl a good time. It's so very brave of you to presume I'll spend the night though.'

She couldn't help it, and the jest was followed by one of her tinkling, playful giggles. As Dianah took a seat the hostess slid it under her. She inclined her head both in thanks and to the greeting. It hadn't taken much time for her to slip into the viceroy role. While she was eccentric and bubbly in private she was an incredible actress, the part of viceroy in public was simply another role. Dianah's lips curled into a beautiful smile as she found Jaron's eyes.

'I think you've picked somewhere really special. I've heard people say you're supposed to go on a few dates before you get married to someone, but we've never been that simple...' Dianah lent across the table and found his hand, slipping her own into it to give it a gentle squeeze. Her face bright and full of unlimited affection and love. 'I'm pleased I met you, Jaron Lesan. You make every breath worth while.'

 

[Jaron Lesan]

KRANT​

Krant Plaza​

with: [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"]​

wearing: xxx​

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A playful expression washed over Jaron's face when the demand for perfection was laid at his feet. What Dianah could not possibly know was that he had also wanted this night to be perfect, and while she was teasing him, Jaron wanted to deliver. They were married yes, but he was more nervous about this night than any moment he had spent with her before. Their courtship had been untraditional in every sense of what that could possibly mean, and that factored into his meticulous planning for the evening.

"Then perfection is what she will have," he answered her with a measure of devotion in his voice.

The fact he had managed to keep their destination a secret was no small feat in itself. Dianah had her ways of getting him to talk, and the fact she implored none of them and played along was appreciated, though Jaron fought ever urge to simply tell her. His reward came soon enough when her eyes lit up at the sight of the establishment he had chosen. The business had specifically returned because she had been chosen to oversee Krant. The Confederacy had already brought a healthy and robust boost to the economy of the planet, and the citizens were grateful for it. That appreciation was displayed in how everyone looked at her when she walked in, and how she was treated by the hostess. Like a good Viceroy Dinanah played her part, but Jaron was relieved the mask fell when they were left alone once more.

"Is my assumption brave or calculated? You see I instructed the pilot to leave us once we were safely inside. I also took the liberty of reserving the royal suite. This is going to be something you are not going to want to miss out on. Believe me, my dear goddess, I fully intend to show you how devoted to you I am."

He smiled when her hand slid into his. They would never have been the couple to date, and he was glad for how they had gotten to know each other.

"I would not change it for anything else. Different than most, yes, but this is us. You managed to take a lonely and miserable hermit and turn him into what you see now. I had lost my way, but that moment you stepped off that ship on Sanctuary Rock, I knew. I knew that I would do anything for you, and I would do anything to have you."

Jaron paused and say back as the servers came out with their wine. Dianah would find out that Jaron had already ordered ahead for them as well, the finest cut of steak would be their main course for the night paired with the best and most delicious red wine for aged cure of the meat. It was to his benefit that the place was carrying wine from his uncle's vineyard. The two had planned to raid the wine cellar while on Naboo, but the terrorist plot they had foiled had interrupted that plan, and the impromptu exchange of the riduurok had all but guaranteed they would be spending their time celebrating their new found oneness in much more rigorous and robust activities.

The wine was poured, and the label proudly displayed for Dianah's benefit. Jaron wanted her to see he remembered. His eyes never left hers, and when the sommelier departed, Jaron leaned forward once more and took Dianah's hand back into his.

"I do not know if I should say you rescued me, but if I make your every breath worthwhile, then I owe my every breath to you. Had we not met I would still be on that rock."

Jaron took his wine glass which had been filled to the perfect height on the glass, and motioned toward Dianah for a toast.

"To my life, my love, my goddess," he said, then took a sip.

 

[Darth Miseria]

A bright smile curled the corners of her mouth up at Jaron's declaration of perfection. He had an incredible way of making her feel like the goddess he had nicknamed her as. She played into it of course but there was no other way to describe the way he made her feel.

'Well I'm pleased to see you're taking your devotion seriously.' She jested back with a soft, teasing tone. 'I remember the first day I met you. So feeble in your worship. You've improved in leaps and bounds cyar'ika.'

Jaron's words caused a soft blush to form on her cheeks that slowly spread over her entire face. She remembered well the miserable man she had first met on Arbra. It seemed like such a long time ago now. Her memory was filled with visions of a more pleasant Jaron, particularly the night on Archae. They'd dance the night away with one of Dianah's best friends and her friend Josh. Granted they had all been drugged but Dianah had never seen Jaron so animated. They both had an effect on the other that they could only benefit from.

'You seriously flatter me.' Dianah let out a soft chuckle that came from the bottom of her stomach. 'I'd say it was a joint effort. I'd still be barreling into things without thinking if it weren't for you. I'd likely be dead somewhere on some random planet because I thought doing a forward roll before hitting someone was a good idea.'

The waitress returned sooner than Dianah would have liked, but she brought wine which pleased her greatly. The fact that Jaron had ordered for her put a beaming smile on her face. The wine was an excellent choice too. Dianah recognized the name from somewhere but she couldn't quite put her finger on it, not that it mattered. The wine was a deep burgundy color and looked more tempting than anything else that had been set out before them. She had set herself on inspecting it closer when Jaron's hand wrapped around her own. The warm sensation of his skin against hers drew her eyes away from the pure white label plastered on the bottle and up to meet his brown ones.

'To us.'

Dianah lifted the delicate glass in her hand and clinked it softly against Jaron's own. The liquid slipped down her throat smoothly and tasted of sweet grapes, but it wasn't the wine she was holding out for. After a gentle squeeze of his hand she released her grip on it and instead picked up the silver cutlery she'd use to eat her steak. She was never a delicate eater. Mandalorian clans were often famed for their appetite and the Vi'dreyas were up there with the best of them. After a large bite of the succulent meat she lent back against her chair with a playful smirk on her face.

'So, when are we telling Metus we're married?'

[member=Jaron Lesan]

 

[Jaron Lesan]

"Feeble," Jaron scoffed in mock protest. "That was simply banter. The worship began in the caves when we started killing together. We saved each other's lives that day."

His eyes looked down to the white line on the wrist where Dianah had been cut. A little deeper and the entire had would have come off, all because Jaron had done something brash. Here she was saying without him she may have still thought busting forward was always the right play, but Jaron had done exactly that. Having channeled his rage, Jaron took it and exerted his power far past his own breaking point, and nearly died because of it. It seemed their best moments happened in cave, but Jaron planned to change that tonight. He wanted this to a be a night she would not soon forget, and one that ensured she felt as precious to him as he knew he was to her. Their days of being apart for months on end hoping for a mission to bring them together were over. This was as much a celebration of that as it was simply a night out with the other.

Jaron smiled at her words. He did flatter her, and he did so intentionally. There was no one else he wished to flatter, nor anyone he felt so close to. The union and bond they shared was truly unique and beyond anything the force had fashioned. Her response to his toast was quite perfect, and he drank to it without any reservation.

When the steak was set in front of him, he could not help but nearly drool. The meat was rather expensive, as was this entire night, but Dianah deserved nothing less. A smirk played at her lips the way Dianah moved in on the meat. This was one of many reasons that he loved her. Her mandalorian heritage was on display in the way that he ate, and that had been the one thing which had bound them together from the start. Both had been raised with a knowledge of where they came from, and both adopted the culture into who they were now in their own way. While they did not follow the resol'nare as it stood, they both accepted certain practices. That was why as Jaron cut into his steak, his heart nearly stopped for a moment.

Dianah asked when they were going to tell her father.

Jaron swallowed the piece of meat that was in his mouth with a gulp and washed it down with wine. Her timing had been impeccable. When were they going to tell him?

"I was intending to ask him for his blessing. You still want a wedding, and I want to give one to you. Even though it is a bit backwards at this point, I still want his blessing."

He hoped the answer satisfied her. It was going to perhaps start a conversation that they should have had already, but this seemed like a good time to have it.

"Unless you suppose we tell him together, and if so soon... we should not be telling him because you suddenly find yourself expecting."

They had never talked about children per se. In fact, Jaron never recalled the conversation. They were both Mandalorian in their thinking however, and one day it would happen. Being married, Jaron figured it would happen sooner than later. How and when Metus found out, or if he did, was important. They had to work this out.

[member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"]

 

[Darth Miseria]

The juicy meat she bit through as Jaron spoke was a little too delicious to allow for concentration on anything else, but his comment did not pass her by. When he mentioned their first mission together on Arbra a bright smile lit up her caramel colored face and extended to her deep, onxy orbs in the form of a glint in their depths. Just before she spoke she took a deep drink of the burgundy wine, delighting in the way it make her tongue zap and fizz with a thousand different flavors. It complimented the food extremely well.

'I remember it so well, like it was yesterday...' She reached across the table and gave his hand another squeeze, a small smile forming on her expression as she did so. He was so different back then, the contrast between the Jaron she had met that day and the Jaron who sat before her now was striking. 'You were so miserable. Though I have to admit I fell for you the moment I saw you, how could I resist that stoic expression and those captivating eyes? You rose to the challenge wonderfully.' The smile on her face twisted into a playful smirk. When they had first met Dianah had no shortage of banter to share with her partner and he had responded in kind, which originally Dianah had not expected at all. It worked well for them though and it was the foundation of their relationship. The banter hadn't stopped just because they were a couple now.

Jaron spoke, his voice drifted into her ears and settled in her mind like sweet honey. She would never get tired of hearing him talk. A blush formed on her cheeks at the mention of a proper wedding, on top of the fact that Jaron had intended to ask Metus' permission. Brave soul. 'Oh really?' Dianah raised a pruned brow, a light grin washing over her face. 'That's very couragous. What if he says no?' She couldn't help but laugh at herself, it was silly. The two had already decided long ago that nothing and nobody would come in between them, including parents. It didn't matter whether Metus said no or not because Dianah would marry him anyway. They already had technically.

His next words took her a little by surprise. Dianah had rarely ever thought of children. In fact the only time she had had been when they shared the vision that day on Arbra. She could clearly see the child, in the middle of the battle, one hand clutched in a mystery woman's and the other in Jaron's. The piece of steak in her mouth had been abandoned, her jaw no longer moved up and down to chew through the tender meat. She wasn't entirely opposed to having a child, she just hadn't really thought on it. 'We already have a child, he can't be that surprised by it...' Not for the first time that night, Dianah's mind wondered to their daughter Kara and how she was getting along on her first night without them. Despite the fact that she wasn't blood related Dianah loved her and felt protective of her, as if she had come from her own womb. 'Perhaps we should just keep the fact that we're already married to ourselves? We'll do the big wedding with all the trimmings and as far as everyone is concerned that will be the first time.'

[member=Jaron Lesan]​

 

[Jaron Lesan]

Dianah was right of course, it might be best for everyone, Metus included, if their marriage remained between them, and Ivum. As the memories of their first meeting flooded back into Jaron’s mind he could not help but smile. Everything about who they were had been such a striking contrast that any betting man would have bet against them. The banter had been the only thing about their relationship that had been common ground. Jaron had never wanted anything more than he wanted Dianah. Even his rage and want for revenge had been overshadowed by his desire for her.

Things had progressed to a place where they were now married and shared their home with a child that Dianah had adopted. Jaron was still getting used to the idea of the cannibal girl being theirs, but with her biological mother dead, Dianah had done what any Mandalorian would have done, she adopted the girl. It had been a surprise for sure, one Jaron had not been to keen about at first, but his mind and heart had opened up to her. Dianah had found the best way to being him about by using his mother’s name. She had honored him.

Jaron noticed the unease at the mention of having a child. It was not something Jaron thought about much either. His comment had been a slip of the tongue, and he was not suggesting they needed to start trying to make children now. The vision did haunt him though. He knew there was a son, and with the decisions that Jaron had made he could only wonder if the vision was still true or not. Jaron wanted to meet the child in the vision because the man holding him had seemed happy. It was a happiness Jaron knew now.

“I didn’t mean to startle you with the idea of children,” Jaron said as he sipped the wine in his glass. “There was a son in that vision, and as much as I have wanted the woman be you, I want the child to be ours.”

He smiled and shrugged as he looked away for a moment. When he looked to Dianah again he squeezed her hand and smiled. “I love you more than anything you know,” he said as he let go and stood up. He motioned for musicians to begin playing. Whether she was done with her food or not, Jaron wanted to have her close, to dance and to feel her pressed against him. His hand reached for hers with a playful grin.

“May I have this dance?”

[member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"]

 

[Darth Miseria]

Dianah shook her head quickly, setting down the silver cutlery and leaning across the table to catch Jaron's eye. 'I wasn't startled by the idea of having a child with you. Believe me. I remember the vision and I remember the child. It wasn't Kara. I want more than anything to start a family with you, I just hadn't really thought about it much in the past few months. Kara was a complete surprise. There's still so much to do, Jaron. I have all these responsibilities here and I haven't done anything I originally set out to do... What I have done doesn't even compare, I am so unbelievably happy, but I can't help but feel a little disappointed at my lack of progress. I was hoping I would get a little further before I dedicated my life to raising our children, which I would do without question.' She lowered herself down into the chair, hoping she hadn't surprised him with her outburst and quick tones.

A smile formed on her face as she mulled her words over, she opened her mouth once more to add something to the end of her short rant. 'I remember that vision every day. I decided a long time ago, the moment I saw it, that woman was going to be me. If she wasn't I was going to find some way to make it so. I wouldn't give you up for the Galaxy or anything in it, no vision can take this away.' Dianah once again lent across the table to press a passionate kiss onto his lips, not caring who was looking or what they were thinking. 'I love you too.' She mumbled against his lips, not having the strength to pull herself away from his intoxicating scent.

Her eyes followed him as he stood, tracing the impression his muscles made on the thin cotton shirt. The playful grin on his lips had always made her bloom with emotion, a powerful love that she couldn't shake even if she wanted too. Dianah found his hand with an eager expression of her own, sweeping the silk of her dress away from her feet as she stood. 'Dancing sounds perfect.' The only time she could remember the two having danced together had been the costume party the Confederacy had thrown not too long ago. She was intrigued to see how he fared without the help of a powerful drug. 'I hope you dance as well sober as you did that night on Archae.'

[member=Jaron Lesan]

 

[Jaron Lesan]

“She was most definitely a surprise,” Jaron said with a smirk in his eyes.

Jaron still remembered the news that Dianah had a surprise waiting for him at their new home together. He had not expected to come home to see the cannibal child Dianah had chased down from Miranda, nor did he expect to walk into a mess of vomit on the floor. Jaron had quietly worked to clean up the mess to gather his thoughts, but Dianah had certainly won him over to the idea when she suggested using the name Kara, in honor of his mother. The conversation turned when Dianah expressed disappointment in her lack of results. Jaron could diagnose it of course, but would she like his observations?

“That is because you have had this dream that your name would strike more fear in hearts of this galaxy than the name of your father, but instead you are building a planet and plunging yourself into political meetings. When was the last time you ran your blade through someone’s chest for the thrill of it? Your father would have my head, but you need to go on another mission with me, and soon.”

To Jaron that was simplest remedy whether it was the case or not. Dianah had built herself a political prison, and while she was dark and dangerous wrapped in cute and bubbly, she needed to let the dark and dangerous out more. Much of her time had been spent doing exactly that for Jaron, who now no longer hid himself behind the mask or pretense that any part of him was still a Jedi. Dianah had seen the death of any of him that had once been, and she had thorough.

The vision still haunted them. Her candor only made Jaron want her even more. They had both decided what the wanted, and both had taken steps to take it. Her kiss caught him off guard in a way, and yet it did not. How she had the ability to be spontaneously predictable fascinated Jaron, but he loved it. He loved her, and knew that she was the center of his world.

Getting up to ask her to dance had been difficult. Jaron did not care about any onlookers because no one would dare say anything to the Viceroy and her lover. If it was not common knowledge on Krant that the commander of her Knights was also her lover, it would be by the end of the night. Dancing was something they had done only once before, and a thing that had happened after Jaron had been drugged. Her miserable cyar’ika had maintained that he did not dance until that point, and now that she had seen it, Jaron saw no reason to try and deny the truth. Not only could Jaron dance, but he was coordinated.

“I shall not make a fool of myself, if that is what you are getting at. And your toes will be safe my love,” he said as he pulled her close. Their bodies almost melted together, and it was plain by the look in Jaron’s eyes as he bore them into the chocolate orbs of his wife that he wished they were in a much more private location. Her lips were guided to his once more, never once losing step to the rhythm of the music. The kiss would only break for air as Jaron leaned in to whisper something into her ear.

“I still intend to unwrap you…” Jaron whispered as his thumb came under the thin strap of her dress. He followed it down, tracing the edge of the fabric until it stopped at the point of the deep V which plunged much too low to be anything decent. “…and I find that I am becoming quite impatient.”

[member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"]

 

[Darth Miseria]

'I am so sorry about that, cyar'ika.' Dianah couldn't help but laugh the words out. 'I honestly thought I had it all under control.' Tinkling and sweet like the sound the silver cutlery made against the ceramic plates. Kara had been more of a surprise to Jaron than she had to Dianah, that was for certain. In all fairness she had expected Kara to be clean and have some resemblance to a normal human child by the time Jaron had returned. Instead he had walked into a horror scene, Kara was screaming her head off covered in questionable looking vomit and Dianah, the brilliant mind that she was, was staring at her dumbly with her mouth wide open. Jaron had been her savior. He had walked in, swept Kara up, dumped her in the bath and cleaned the sick up. He was a blessing, he showed it every day though action and thought, and Dianah would be forever grateful for him.

In all honesty his words resonated with her more than anything she had been thinking over the past few days. She rarely enjoyed receiving criticism or other people's opinions on her situation, but she had never minded from Jaron. The pair were like day and night. He brought her down to the ground when she was flying to high, he had never showed her the way but he had been a guiding hand from the moment she met him. 'You're right. It has been a long time.' She glanced down to the food on the crisp white plate in front of her. 'Too long.' At his suggestion a smile that made her soul glow appeared on her rose petal lips. 'I would love that. Don't worry about Metus. If he gets upset about that we can just tell him we're married. He'll have a heart attack and nobody will need to worry.' Her playful tone danced in the space between them, bouncing back and forth as it had done when they'd first met.

As they stood up to dance Dianah wrapped her arms around him and drew herself close. Dianah had almost forgotten what it was like to be inches away from him. 'I'm not worried about my toes.' Her voice poured out, soft and gentle as Jaron's gaze found her own. She still felt entranced by them, one look from them could still steal her breath away. Dianah lent forward to meet his kiss, completely losing herself in the softness of his lips as they joined. His gentle whisper made her heart race so quickly she was sure he could feel it against his chest. A coy smile found its way onto her face, while she was an expert in hiding her facial expressions she couldn't prevent the goosebumps that emerged on her skin. He certainly knew how to drive her wild. 'I've always found the best things come to those who wait.' A sultry giggle left her throat as she pressed herself against him.

[member=Jaron Lesan]

 

[Jaron Lesan]

She was delectably sinister, and Jaron could not deny that she had him wrapped around her finger. The fact she had surprised him with a child had already been forgive, and there had really been nothing to forgive. Adoption was normal for those raised to be Mandalorian, and while neither of them could claim the followed the resol'nare, they did cherish the heritage their parents had passed down to them. A daughter named Kara had made Jaron feel much closer to his mother's people than anything else could, perhaps because of her namesake. The apology found Jaron shaking his head.

"There is no need for it, Dianah."

He chuckled in response to what she said about her father. If Metus did indeed have a heart attack about their marriage then no one would be the wiser. Killing her father with that news didn't seem right however. The thought was funny though, and Jaron took the humor as it was offered. A smile stretched across his face as they began to dance and discuss plans to plan a mission. It was what she needed, and Jaron knew it.

Dianah had not been in touch with what she had gained from her father, a vicious and dark spirit that had not problem tearing through enemies without any hint of mercy. The politics did not suit her as much as the warrior Jaron loved, the warrior that Jaron knew she truly was. It had been the missions they completed together, the sparing, and the crystal hunts, which had brought them together, and it was those moments Jaron knew she was most herself. He would ensure she felt that again.

"Good. The templars are still out there, and they are still causing problems within the confederacy and the worlds your father has his eyes set on. You do remember the last encounter, you remember naboo."

His lips moved to her ear as they swayed together to the timing of the music. Yes, the best things did come to those who waited, but Jaron was nearing the point where he was beyond wanting to wait. Flashes of their encounter in the cave, the nature of what happened between them before they made their riduurok, and the passion that was shared between them, were pressed deep into her mind.

"I know that I do," he whispered.

His legs started leading her away and toward the hall which would send them toward the lift to the suite he had reserved for them.

"I have also found that fortune favors the bold, and that Sith simply take what they want, and right now there is nothing more than I want than you."

Without much ceremony, Jaron lifted the woman into his arms and carried her down the hall and into the lift. The time for dinner and dancing was over.

[member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"]

 

[Darth Miseria]

His smile spread warmth through her heart, reaching the furthest corners and setting it ablaze with unwavering devotion. It seemed so long ago, that day on Arbra. Back then he was just a miserable man who she had shared some enjoyable back and forth with, she had assumed that was all he would be. Yet, as the day went on she found herself becoming more and more fond of him. She didn't know it then but that feeling, that spark, that tiny little flicker of fire would grow to be a blazing inferno of never ending passion, uncontainable desire and unquestionable love. Even now, after all that time, Dianah had never wanted anything or anyone more than she wanted Jaron. The notion was silly considering he was already hers and she was his, but the chase never ended where Jaron and Dianah were concerned. A smile broke over her face. A soft, sweet smile that made her expression seem distant and full of remembrance.

As they danced she trailed her nimble fingers up the length of Jaron's arm,. delighting in the rock solid contours of his muscles. Her dark eyes f licked up as he spoke of the Templars. In all honesty she had almost forgotten about them. Her life had been taken over entirely by Krant, Kara and Jaron. In the moment they felt like all she would ever need, by the more Jaron spoke the more she realised. Dianah was more than just a mother, more than just a wife, more than just a leader. She was brutal, merciless, quick and deadly in the right circumstances. Even now she could feel the desire bubbling up inside her. A never ending longing to hold the cool metal of her saber in her hand again, to feel it bite down into unsuspecting flesh. Even thinking about it was... exhilarating. 'I do miss the adrenaline of a mission.' The words were breathy, full of longing and full of the fire she had as a youth. Her fingers tightened around Jaron's arm. As they swayed back and forth an unconscious blush spread over her caramel cheeks.

Jaron moved closer and pressed his lips to her ear. The words sent a shiver down her spine that made goose pimples appear on her skin and her hair stand on end. 'Of course I remember Naboo. How could I forget?' Her own words were whispered now, full to the brim with an indescribable desire for the man that held her close. Naboo would always hold a place in her heart. They were married there, bonded there. They set their relationship in solid stone that day. It hadn't been premeditated or planned, it had simply happened. The memories flooded into her mind, both from Jaron and her own recollection of the events that occurred. Dianah could feel her heart racing in her chest, beating a furious staccato rhythm against her rib cage. Her lover had always had this affect on her. He captured her soul and owned every inch of her body, just the way she liked it. She was entirely breathless as they made their way across the dance floor to the elevator.

Under normal circumstances she would have teased him, dragged him back down the stairs to carry on the complicated steps they'd been dancing since they'd first met, but not today. Dianah wanted him as much as he wanted her, perhaps even more. The next words from his mouth made her laugh, though there was none of her usual childlike demeanour to be found behind it. It was smooth and sweet, like honey being poured from a jar. The laugh overflowed with longing and spoke a thousand words of exactly how much she wanted him. 'You play the part very well.' She barely had time to finish her sentence before he swept her off her feet, the silky material of her dress whipping through the cool restaurant air. She laughed again and leant forward to press a kiss against the skin on his neck. Her lips shifted slowly, purposefully, longingly up toward his ear. When they found it her words were not subtle, not coated in the usual jesting manner.

'What are you waiting for? Take me.'

[member=Jaron Lesan]

 

[Jaron Lesan]

They both missed the adrenaline of a mission. Jaron had been working her security since Naboo and the decision had been made he would live with her on Krant. They had both discovered each other in the movement of battle and a mission. It was the language they knew, to fight and be passionate. Their passions always exhibited in one form or another, but nothing could meet the adrenaline of when they moved as one on the battlefield.

"I know," he said.

A calloused hand cupped the fair cheek of the woman Jaron called lover. There was no back and forth this time. They both knew what they wanted in the moment, and it was a night of drinking deep of each other. As he carried her toward the turbolift that would lead to their roo, Jaron flooded her mind with everything he felt for her, and everything he wanted to do with her. The details of his vision pressed into her mind as it etched itself on his mind once more. Never had he felt so drawn to someone in his entire life, and to know she felt the same, it made the darkness he had given himself to more bearable. No longer did he feel as though he wanted to spare the galaxy from the calamity which destroyed his home.

Neither of them was going to forget what happened on Naboo. There had been an electricity between them which had always been under the surface, however after all the killing it had exploded between them. Everything that had happened since that moment was crash course with destiny and toward the vision he had seen after saving her life. It could be said that he made his choice in that moment, before the vision had ever been his. Jaron had chosen her over his own life, and now she was his life.

'What are you waiting for? Take me.'

"For the lift doors to close..."

It would only be a matter of seconds before the doors closed and she was pushed against the wall. The guests which could overhear them would likely die of embarrassment. The passion between them only grew stronger. Each kiss and and each touch of her skin made him drink deep of the love they shared. The doors were not closed for long, and when they opened again it was the corridor from his vision.

Jaron stood in bewilderment. Everything, every choice had led to this moment, and it was his vision.

He smirked as he carried DIanah off to the room. Kicking the door open, Jaron carried his wife inside the room and closed the doors. His mind flooded hers with the sounds the vision had produced behind the closed door.

Then Jaron Lesan closed the door...

[member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"]