Objects in space...

[Atham'aali'kema]

Despite his ramblings of not needing sleep, he found a deep slumber in her arms. Until something odd happened.

He slowly opened his eyes just as the green hand retracted from his nose. And her mentioning wanting five more minutes. And the incessant whining of an alarm. His gaze shifted as he lifted his head, just slightly, until his vision fixed on the low light of the chrono on the table next to him. Swinging his arm out to the right, he smacked the device hard enough to knock it off the table and disconnect from the cord. He watched, quietly, as the life faded from it's face while lying on the floor.

Resting his head back down the pillow, Harla pressing against him, he closed his eyes. But he didn't fall immediately to sleep. Instead, his left hand moved gingerly along her exposed waist line, tracing the red and white and blue gloss of the tattoo she seemed so embarrassed to wear. Like an infinity loop, the rhythm of the caress slowed until he fell back asleep.

He had nowhere to be. Not yet, anyway.

[member="Taheera Sollo"]​

 

[Taheera Sollo]

[member="Atham'aali'kema"]

There may have been the smallest of upward curls along her lips as she slept at the gentle trace of his fingers along her skin.

Nearly two hours later, eyes snapped open to a violent hammering on their door. "--IGHT SOLLO! KNIGHT SOLLO! Ship's leaving for hoth in TEN MINUTES! LAST CALL!"

Took her a moment to get her bearings, heart racing and the sudden rush of adrenaline at being pulled suddenly from a very deep and comfortable slumber. "Kriff. Kriffkriff!" Pushing off Maalik's chest, she stepped and rolled over him, disentangling herself from his limbs. Ankle caught in the tangle of sheets and she found herself flailing downward, hitting the floor.

At least his bed-roll was still there.

"Arrgghh," a hand pushed impatiently at tangled ribbons of hair, shoving them from her eyes. The force wrapped around her socks, pants, boots and shirt and she tugged them over to her form. Foot flailed in the air as she tried to kick herself free from the tangled sheets and blankets. Myrtle-ellipses froze on the broken chrono.

"Did you...did you break the chrono?!"

 

[Atham'aali'kema]

He rose to a slower start than her, not quick to respond to the sort of alarms she was. Loud noises were, as far as he was concerned, a common component of living arrangements. In truth, he didn't quite understand why she was freaking out. He had forgotten that her name was something besides Harla.

Pressing a hand against the side of his head as she moved, he didn't do it quick enough to prevent her from ripping the sheet from his side. He leaned forward and helped remove the sheet from her leg, trying his best to prevent her from falling over. "Just stop wiggling for a second." He stated quietly as he stood up and looked down to the alarm. "The chrono?" He perked up. "Oh, yes. Yeah, I broke that." He didn't apologize because, well, he wasn't sorry. Two more hours of slumber, two more hours of warmth. It wasn't something to feel bad about.

Whatever her reaction might have been to his answer, he stepped slowly over to his folded clothes and flung out the pants. Without thinking, he dropped the gray shorts and quickly hopped into the pants. It was a good thing that the lights were set to dim until turned on, otherwise she might have gotten an eye full - she may have still. Finding his shirt, he looked over his shoulder as he flung it on. "Do you need help changing the bacta patch before we leave?" Molten orbs blinked, almost mockingly, as he failed to register the urgency of the situation. Instead, his smile indicated a night and morning well spent.

[member="Taheera Sollo"]​

 

[Taheera Sollo]

[member="Atham'aali'kema"]

"I'm not...wiggling," with a final, assisted tug, she was free. "We could've missed the shuttle! That's what chronos are for." There wasn't a big bite to her scolding, more resignation to their current predicament. No time for hot breakfast. Standing, she gathered her shorts and wondered what the best way was to change...

Myrtle-ellipses widened in the dim as she got an eye-full. Granted, Taheera was a healer and she was certainly NO stranger to the male anatomy. Not to mention a past relationship. But with Maalik? Things were a little different.

She quickly turned so he wouldn't see the look on her face as he peeked over his shoulder. "I-uh...," voice trailed off. If he could change? So could she. Besides. They didn't have time to be shy.

With a wiggle of her hips, she shimmied out of her shorts and tugged on her pants. "I think I don't need one anymore." Arms lifted and she tugged the tanktop off, replacing it with a long-sleeve one she grabbed after the debriefing. If Maalik had been watching, he definitely would've seen a whole lot more of her. Almost nude.

Hopping up and down, she pulled on a sock, then another. Then a boot and then another. Turning, she faced Maalik again, lifting up the side of her shirt where the patch was. "Actually, can you help me take off the back?"

Stepping in close and looking down, she began peeling off the front. The healing was nothing short of...miraculous. Only some small bruising remained. That night of sleep did its job. The force had a way of working when her body needed it, even if she was sleeping. The extra two hours didn't hurt either. But she wasn't about to admit that to the chiss-hybrid.

 

[Atham'aali'kema]

He was given an eyeful but unlike Harla, he didn't have the sense to look away. Or perhaps that was concern for offense, mimicking the image of sense in a environment that was formed by customs. The sort he didn't cater to. Maybe it was her figure, or maybe it was the way her tattoos seemed to counterbalance the tone of her skin, forming a sense of noise across what would have been unblemished flesh.

Either way, he didn't mind if she knew he was watching. Concern over being caught didn't even cross his mind.

By the time she was done pulling on her shirt, he had yanked his own on and was propping his leg up on the table - looping the laces with a certain measured effort. Bearing his teeth as he tightened them, he suddenly realized the difference in weight. With the armor, it was so evenly distributed that was an easier burden to bare. On the ship, the gravity boots served a purpose and kept him grounded. Now, with cumbersome footwear, he felt like a tree with deep deep roots.

He hated wearing things.

Listening to her request, he knelt down and did as was asked. Slowly pulling the patch from the back, he tilted his head as he investigated the wound site with a skeptical expression. "It may be harder to harm me...but it seems it is a fruitless endeavor to make attempt against you." He balled up what remained of the bacta patch. "You have quite the ability. But..."

Standing up, he tossed the balled-up bandage into the trash can. Nothing but net. He looked back towards her.

"...You were definitely wiggling."

[member="Taheera Sollo"]​

 

[Taheera Sollo]

[member="Atham'aali'kema"]

Eyes rolled and she playfully shoved his arm aside. "What're you, an expert wiggle judger now?" Chestnut brow lofted as she looked away from those intense eyes of his and back down as she tugged her shirt to cover her green skin once more. "And I'm glad you're harder to hurt since I wouldn't be able to heal you."

She frowned, pushing those unpleasant realities from her mind.

"We are so late! Cmon!" Squeezing past his body, she bounded to the door. With a hiss, it slid open and she entered the bustling corridor. "Should be departing from Hangar 29B. They'll outfit us with better gear and clothes."

Like different shoes than gravboots.

"And hopefully they'll have," she grimaced. "Ration bars. No time for a hot breakfast."

That was the biggest tragedy of all.

 

[Taheera Sollo]

[member="Atham'aali'kema"]

Eyes rolled and she playfully shoved his arm aside. "What're you, an expert wiggle judger now?" Chestnut brow lofted as she looked away from those intense eyes of his and back down as she tugged her shirt to cover her green skin once more. "And I'm glad you're harder to hurt since I wouldn't be able to heal you."

She frowned, pushing those unpleasant realities from her mind.

"We are so late! Cmon!" Squeezing past his body, she bounded to the door. With a hiss, it slid open and she entered the bustling corridor. "Should be departing from Hangar 29B. They'll outfit us with better gear and clothes."

Like different shoes than gravboots.

"And hopefully they'll have," she grimaced. "Ration bars. No time for a hot breakfast."

That was the biggest tragedy of all.