Made Glorious Summer

[Sal Katarn]

The princeling rested his right hand on her waist, only the scant fabric of her dress between his fingers and her skin. Adrenaline shuddered through his body. He snorted at her reply, then drew back to look into her eyes. They seemed to be shifting colors, but in the darkness of the library he could hardly tell. Their noses nearly touched, lips a whisper away.

Desire flashed in the depths of his cold, blue eyes, an echo of longing.

A moment of hesitation, then he leaned forward and kissed her. The hand not on her waist came up, tried to grab one of her wrists and pin it to the wooden double doors behind her. The way he moved said this was not the first time, but there was a sort of urgency to his actions. As if somehow a breathless moment amid the bookcases might make up for twenty years devoid of true affection. A lie, but what truth did he have to compare it against? Love was a weakness. Weakness was not tolerated. So said the Iron Tyrant, King of Panatha, Dark Lord of the Sith... father of Arkaitz Zambrano.

So he sought to pry from her, with searching hands and insistent lips, some sort of glimpse of what it might be to love another.

[member="Ra'a'mah"]

 

[Riamah]

His hand rested lightly on her left hip and he let out a small snort at her words before pulling back only slightly to look into her eyes. Unlike others, her eyes were a natural gold hue, not the yellow of the sith in anger. Their faces less than an inch apart and she looked back into his eyes. Ra saw within them a desire and something else. It might be something her own showed, she wouldn't know.

A moment of that stare and connecting, then he kissed her. His left hand came and grasped her right wrist, with a gentle move he held her against the door of the library. Arkaitz knew what he was doing with the kiss and the move, but he seemed not to want to dwell on the feelings such actions brought up. The passion that lurked deep. There was no love in the room, just desire.

Ra couldn't deny she felt the same longing as he did, to feel the touch and caress of another person. To feel wanted, needed and maybe loved. It seemed they had both grown up in a similar situation, only he had a father. The man in front of her was the son of the Dark Lord and potential heir to his power. Given time, this initiate would grow in strength and political power as well as that of the Force. What would he make of himself? The sith lord couldn't help but think this along this line. What could they do together?

She would not push him away, but Ra did not fully submit to his actions. The hot, sweet kisses and curious hands distracted her for a moment, but Ra quickly pulled raging hormones into her control and broke away from the kisses to speak. Her voice an almost silent whisper, it would be heard by the prince though. For his ears alone.

"My dear Prince, have you considered the potential political repercussions of our now clandestine activities?"

When she spoke, Ra would attempt to bring her left hand up and touch the side of his face. To run her fingers lightly over the surface of his cheek and feel the flesh under her fingertips. She would unless he stopped her.

If he had any ability to sense the feelings of others, he would know her control was finite and that she was on the verge of tipping. That fine edge between control and losing it.

Her political brain though was screaming at her to say yes, to give in. That there would be nothing but good fortune between such a union even if it was only for the night. The potential that it could grow to be a more permanent relationship. A potential that a weapon could be born of this to be used against him in the future if the timing was right. There was also the potential he would like what she could give and crave more. A slim chance that the trappings of royalty be damned and that the prince would want to court the baroness.

"I will not deny anything of you, but think on my question a moment."

[member="Arkaitz Zambrano"]