Private One Short Day

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Kaila Irons //:
//: Echnos //:
//: Attire //:

Quinn laughed softly at the compliment. Her bloody hand covered her face without touching it, primarily to hide the blush rushing to her face. At least the blood was in her face and not flowing out of the half-closed wound. "You're playing a dangerous game with that compliment, my dear Governor." The Echani playfully joked with the woman, but somewhere deep down, she believed it. Quinn knew she was cursed when it came to romance. Partners either left her or they died. Or, in Alina's case, she died, and Quinn, being selfish, could and wouldn't let the woman rest in peace.

The more Quinn thought about it, her line of thought that everyone she gets with dies - the more true it was. It seemed the only one that had survived the curse was Sylvia. Thinking about the pink-haired rat only made the Princess's eyes roll.

At least her tone was playful, meaning she wasn't killing the mood, especially after enjoying the brief exchange. "You're beautiful as well, but you're more than that." Quinn paused as they kept walking. "You're strong and brave. What you did was beyond amazing; I admire you in so many ways, Kaila." Quinn mused over the few interactions they had. Kaila did what so many Sith wanted to do. Breaking one's chains and becoming free was a dream that even Quinn dreamed of.

The hallway felt like an eternity, and Quinn began to feel fatigued from her healing and wound. Leaning into Kaila, she let the woman support her more than she had initially wanted. The Princess still wanted to be independent and seen as strong, but at this moment, she let herself show weakness.

It was a moment full of trust; among the Sith, when one showed weakness, another would capitalize.

Remembering the young Darth's surprise, Quinn commented, "You should trust your abilities more. Like I said, you're strong. No one could have done what you did breaking away from Kaine Zambrano."

 

[Kaila Irons]

Location: Echnos city, Governor's manor
Wearing: Bodyglove
Tag: Quinn Varanin

"I think you like it when I play games." she said in a low, husky tone.

It had taken some time, but as she had grown to appreciate bantering with a certain jedi, so too had she begun to appreciate the back and forth teasing between the princess and herself.

Though as they passed out of earshot from a host of confused guards who were damn near ready to breach the training room doors behind them, Quinn seemed to take a new approach which flustered the governor even more so than before, for it was most genuine.

"You're beautiful as well, but you're more than that." Quinn paused as they kept walking. "You're strong and brave. What you did was beyond amazing; I admire you in so many ways, Kaila."

Kaila found herself dumbfounded by the woman who was leaning against her for support, speaking of characteristics which the young darth hardly believed were true, and yet she meant them. She could see it in her eyes. Kaila was speechless for a time, lips pursed in thought and almost completely oblivious to her surroundings until she tore her eyes from the ashen haired woman just in time to stop before the doors to her personal medical chamber.

"I uhm..." her heart near skipped a beat.

"You could do with better idols." she laughed it off, and nervously so.

The door seemed to open on it's own, revealing a small chamber with both a bacta tank and surgical pod. Even a few medical probes sat standing by on the shelf, although they had yet to awake at their master's call.

Kaila wanted to tend Quinn's wound herself.

"You should trust your abilities more. Like I said, you're strong. No one could have done what you did breaking away from Kaine Zambrano."

"Hmh." she walked Quinn to the hospital bed, one of few seats nearby.

"Most think me a fool for it. You're full of surprises, aren't you?"

She gave her patient a little smile before searching the cabinets for her usual stock; antiseptic pads to ensure no risk of infection, for fear that scraps of Quinn's uniform may have entered the wound even if no physical blade had, and a can of bacta spray, assuming that the princess had been truthful about the superficial nature of the cut.

"I am... surprised to hear such things, from a woman like yourself." Kaila explained whilst gathering her supplies.

"Never have I seen a more powerful storm conjured by the living. Compared to you, I would have thought myself beneath notice."

"Truth be told, I was a little jealous of your companion." she stifled a nervous chuckle, a little red in the face as she turned around to treat Quinn, gaze never leaving the supplies in hand.

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[Quinn Varanin]

//: Kaila Irons //:
//: Echnos //:
//: Attire //:

Quinn let Kaila lead her to the hospital bed, while this wasn't the ideal first time being led to a bed by a beautiful woman. Quinn would take it. Sitting, she could fully feel the wound on her side. It meant that the healing wouldn't be a walk in the park compared to the one she received during her first time on Echnos. Quinn still couldn't pinpoint the full source of the shadow creature and why she was its target?

"I have a bit more up my sleeve; you just wait." Quinn quipped as she winced through the pain of the small laugh she stifled from Kaila's comments. Catching her breath, she paced her breathing, not wanting to take one too deep and undo the healing she had done previously. Kaila seemed surprised by a lot of the things the Princess was saying. Quinn wondered if this was because of how her Uncle trained his apprentices. Constantly beating them down till they complied or worse. She would never understand that course of action, but it was the way of some Sith and a reality they had to live with.

"They only think you're a fool because they are too scared to do it themselves. So many Sith wish to break free and be their own master but would rather grovel at the feet of the powerful in hopes of catching a scrap from their gluttonous table." Quinn shrugged, knowing full well that she was one of the gluttons at the table. Instead, she was the one who handed the plate down, wanting to bring more mouths to the table. In essence, the Princess respected and wished for the journey her peers could experience, even if it was a struggle.

All she could do was help when she could and offer a hand even if they didn't ask for it. She carefully listened and watched Kaila work on the wound. The bacta was already making it feel better, and Quinn felt herself melt into the cooling sensation of the aid. Her attention returned as Kaila mentioned the storm and was jealous of Kirie.

"I'll be honest; the storm is something I'm still learning to control. Echnos and I were lucky that Srina was planetside." Quinn momentarily looked at her open palm, remembering how she ended the storm and the hunger that screamed at her, wanting more. Hazel eyes looked towards the blonde once more trying to understand why she would be jealous of a slave girl. Quinn could feel Kirie's fear every day, along with the struggle of her distaste for the Sith and what Quinn represented. The feelings were Quinn's personal hell as she had already grown fond of her newest lady-in-waiting.

"Why were you jealous?" Quinn remembered what had occurred in front of the governor when Kirie had entered the office. With the woman's attention on healing, Quinn smiled devilishly as she reached toward Kaila's face. Soft fingers caressed the woman's cheek, slowly gliding towards the curve of her jaw. Guiding the woman's vision with her touch, Quinn brought Kaila's attention to her face, "Was it because of this?" Her voice was soft and a light whisper as she leaned forward, letting her thumb caress gently the Darth's delicate lips. Quinn closed the distance and pressed her lips against Kaila's, tasting the tenderness of the woman who cared for her at that moment. The Princess let the kiss linger until she pulled slightly back, letting her teeth nip gently at the other woman's bottom lip.

"Still jealous?" Quinn whispered.

 

[Kaila Irons]

Location: Echnos city, Governor's manor
Wearing: Bodyglove
Tag: Quinn Varanin

"Well-" Kaila began to answer hesitantly before she was interrupted by the sensation of soft hands caressing her cheeks. She stopped spraying bacta to look up at Quinn, her eyes equal parts questioning and hopeful.

Quinn asked if her jealousy were borne of a similar gesture, and though she was absolutely correct, Kaila hadn't the time to answer. For her part in it, the kiss belied a hunger which had starved the governor for longer than she cared to admit, seeming almost desperate as she pushed back in kind. Kaila had found herself in the arms of so many lovers before now, only to be abandoned, forced to leave them behind or watch them cut down more times than she wished to recall.

She needed this. And needing another was such a dangerous thing for a sith.

But Quinn was not entirely sith it seemed, and perhaps that is why Kaila did not pull away. Either that or she selfishly wanted this more than her cautious demeanor would typically allow.

She breathed in deeply as they parted lips for a moment, and Kaila found that she'd dropped the bacta canister and wrapped her arms around the princess at some point, leaving the pair intimately close even as they pulled back.

"Still jealous?" Quinn whispered.

Kaila swallowed, looking shyly at her as she realized they'd passed the point of no return.

Even if they stopped now, Kaila would be thinking of this moment every time she saw Quinn's face. Quinn's pretty, fiery face. But if that were to be their future, she didn't mind. Quinn had already shown herself to be different from the others, someone she could trust not only with her heart, and if how she treated Kirie was anything to go by, trust with her companions as well.

She ran her fingers through that ashen hair, which was every bit as soft as she'd imagined it would be.

"...t-that depends." she finally answered, giving her a shy smile.

"Will jealousy get me more?"

Kaila's smile widened a little, returning to her bantering self for a moment. In truth however, she was merely distracting herself from the urge to loom over Quinn and push her into that hospital bed. She needed to heal first, after all.

"How is your wound...?"

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Kaila Irons //:
//: Echnos //:
//: Attire //:

Quinn felt her heart racing as she felt Kaila's arms wrap around her slender frame. Quinn felt wanted and safe for the first time in a long time. It had been so long since she had been this close to anyone. The Echani smiled, hearing that the woman still wanted an element of banter between them. Kaila was fun; she could make Quinn smile in the middle of a hellscape.

Feeling Kaila's fingers run through her hair made Quinn's eyes close, relishing the gentle feeling of being cared for and given attention. She craved attention, wanting to be, for just a moment, someone's reason. Kaila began to speak, answering the question that Quinn had poised. She chuckled and nodded, "Jealousy will get you many things, Governor." She teased and taunted the woman, letting her body lean back slightly away from the woman. There was a want for the Darth to chase her, to show how much want there was.

Quinn never looked away, even when the question about her wound was asked. Playfully, she bit her lip and shrugged, "Echani are durable. I've been through worse, and bacta heals quickly." Quinn reached up and began to unclip the hardened collar of her uniform, letting it fall to the side of the hospital bed. "It helps that I want this and I want you." Fingers unfastened the layered buttons that held the small, thin pauldrons on her shoulders, allowing them to fall off the hospital bed.

All the while, her eyes never left Kaila's, even as cloth began to fall away, peeling away and exposing unblemished fair porcelain skin. Quinn reached for Kaila's hand, bringing it to her face, letting it cup her cheek, and enjoying the warmth of her touch. Quinn wanted more of it, so she needed to feel the warmth of the woman's course through her. "Show me how jealous you are, Kaila." Quinn kissed each tip of the woman's fingers, letting them gently caress her lips, then holding the hand over her heart. She knew how fast it was beating, wanting to leap from her chest from nerves and desire.

Everything that was happening, she hadn't expected but wanted without realizing it. Quinn had felt the cold chill of loneliness for too long, the stark reminder that she was never lucky in romance. She knew once they crossed this threshold, Quinn wouldn't be able to deny the lust she felt for the woman in front of her. Her eyes would linger, and she would tease only in hopes that she could feel this moment again after today.

Her fear would be silent as she pulled the other woman closer to her, "Please..." Quinn almost desperately wanted Kaila to want this as much as she did.

 

[Kaila Irons]

Kaila would indeed chase, instinctually leaning forward as Quinn pulled back. The bed depressed slightly as Kaila put her hands on either side, leaning over the smaller woman a little.

Watching the princess bite her lip after, it did things to her.

"Echani are durable. I've been through worse, and bacta heals quickly." Quinn reached up and began to unclip the hardened collar of her uniform, letting it fall to the side of the hospital bed. "It helps that I want this and I want you."

No, there was in fact no turning back now. She watched as each piece of armor and more was removed—no, discarded, falling to the wayside, and Kaila's breath hitched. Quinn was as she had described her; beautiful. And for the evening at least, she was hers, and vice versa.

Despite this, it didn't take long for her eyes to draw Kaila's back in, taking in every splash of hazel meeting green, a soft yet no less intense contrast to the molten gold staring back, aglow with the chief aspect of the very dark side which had brought on their corrupted hue; passion.

Kaila released a deep, quivering breath as Quinn so tenderly kissed her fingertips, prompting the young Darth to gently drag one over her lip, watching with delight as it flicked back into place shortly before Quinn took her by the hand again, placing it over her heart, which felt as if it may beat faster now than during their battle. Kaila certainly preferred it this way.

Her fear would be silent as she pulled the other woman closer to her, "Please..."

She pressed herself into Quinn like a wild animal, passionately kissing her soft throat as she allowed her unnatural weight to carry them both downward onto the bed.

Kaila was done hiding behind caution and pretense.

Too long had she allowed that the strings of her heart to be severed for fear of betrayal. Too long had she cute them herself, for fear of loss. She didn't just want this, she needed this. She needed someone to break the cycle and allow her to be whole again without fearing a knife in the back. She needed Quinn.

Kaila paused only to sit upright, pulling down the zipper to her bodyglove.

"I want you, Quinn." her whisper was more of a desperate hiss as she pulled her hair back.

"So bloody much...!"

Then she dove back in, this time starting from the stomach.

Quinn Varanin

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Kaila Irons //:
//: Echnos //:
//: Attire //:

Desires were met, and bonds were formed. Quinn hadn't imagined the sequence of events when she sat on Kaila's desk, which caused chaos. Each touch elicited a sharp breath or a content sigh. As the evening settled in, Quinn found herself awake, smooth fabric against her frame as she watched the sky from the window of the Governor's bedroom. Her mind mulled over everything that had occurred today and what it meant for the future run-ins with the woman who slept soundly beside her.

Her actions today were out of character, but Quinn didn't mind the change - she relished in it. Feeling the primal desires and having them sated was a new experience for the Princess. For far too long, she allowed herself to be tied down, committed, and caged. Maybe that was the reason for her curse; those that she loved found their demise in the same breath. From the corner of her eyes, she watched Kaila breathe each peaceful breath as she slept - recovering from the day and their intimacy.

Quinn could see herself loving Kaila, but their stature and culture could destroy them. If her heart betrayed her and if she did fall in love with the woman, Quinn would keep it close. The least she needed was to lose another. A hand reached out, gently running her fingertips over the woman's shoulder and back, feeling the curve and crease of her body, letting her memorize each touch. Everything about her darling Governor was beautiful and elegantly crafted by the Force.

With all that has happened and will happen, Quinn could hold value in the woman's presence. She hoped that she had found someone she could keep close and confide in through everything. It was something all Sith needed but often rejected - too scared to make themselves vulnerable. Even Kaila was victim to this, and Quinn quickly sensed it, but her deepest desire to connect had won out.

Against her better sense, Quinn opened herself through the Force, allowing her influence to permeate the room. After what Kaila had given her, she could only offer a peaceful and dreamless sleep. Give the woman an evening without care or stress; the future only spells chaos. The Princess let the coverings fall from her frame as she leaned down and gently kissed the woman's exposed forehead. Careful to not disturb Kaila, Quinn nestled beside her, feeling her warmth for a bit longer.

Tonight's bliss would continue as long as the night lingered.

~Fin~​

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