Sugar and Spice and Everything Sparkly

[Cali Ziiva]

"Play training?" Cali echoed as she gazed into the Miraluka's cover. The Zeltronn slowly swayed side to side with the other woman trapped in her arms. "I'm not sold on it being fair, but I'm not unreasonable. And it can be just as exerting as what you want to do." Was the pink one saying what Xobos thought she was saying? That was perhaps the question asked about everything Cali did. After all, the Sith Apprentice probably hadn't seen 'lightsaber wielder' among the Zeltron's bag of tricks until today. Or respectable merchant -- despite her handling that affair at the factory. Most didn't see her coming because most didn't know what to expect from her at any given moment. Was that deliberate, or happenstance? A Zeltron never kisses and tells. Well, usually.

With the softest of sighs, Cali slid bit just a bit and loosened her handhold to allow Xobos room to escape. Not enough their shared warmth turned frigid from the lack of being close, but enough.

"We're not using lightsabers inside a shuttle, are we? I mean, I know Jedi and Sith do that all the time... grand battles inside positively pressurized ships whose metal skin is the only thing separating them from space, but at least they did it inside of a thick battleship so there's less risk." What? She had opinions on this. She had opinions on everything. Seriously, though, what was up with waving plasma swords around bulkheads? Yes, yes, the Forces will protect them. Talk about hand waving.

Tag: [member="Xobos Yakieer"]​

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Location: Hyperspace between Chyrra and Naboo
Equipment: Lightsaber, Faceless Armor
Mental State: Calming
Tags: [member="Cali Ziiva"]
Post: #10

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Cali’s description of the training was enough to bring a soft blush back to the Miraluka’s cheeks, and to cause her to shift lightly in the other woman’s arms, though she made no move to push out of her grasp. The blush that she had fought to keep down was now coming to the forefront as she figured out the connotation of the words that slipped from the pink woman’s gorgeous mouth. So, instead of speaking at first, she leaned up, standing on her tip toes to lightly brush her lips against the Zeltrons with a smirk. “Well…it seems like your type of training would require us to get very comfortable. That is something we can do…after I teach you a thing or two.”

With a continued smirk, and another teasing brush of the lips, Xobos leaned back down. Once she was let go by the pink woman, she lead the pair back into the cargo area of the ship. As she did so, the apprentice began to shed parts of her armor. Starting with the roe, then the top part of her armor, and then the armored leggings, leaving her in her tight top and dark colored leggings. There was no need to wear the cumbersome armor anymore. Besides, she was starting to feel much more comfortable around the Zeltron anyway.

Her friend’s words caused the apprentice to nod as she began to clear out a space large enough for the pair to duel a little bit. To emphasize her point, she unclipped both her lightsabers from her belt, laying them down on top of the clothing now resting on one of the crates. “well, we’re certainly on no grand battleship, so I agree with you on that.” Speaking as she strode over to a locker on the wall of the cargo area, pulling it open to retrieve a pair of training blades. With her smirk still plastered on her face, she tossed it to the pink one. “We’ll be using these. Easier that way, and less dangerous.” The miraluka took this moment to ignite her training blade, the hum filling the area as she brought it to a ready position. “Strike at me,” she called to her friend, “hold nothing back. I want to see where your talents lie, Cali.”

 

[Cali Ziiva]

Cali's smile grew just a hair as the Miraluka continued to assert her presence in her pink arms.

Xobos had come a long way since the time they first met at the Factory. Like, in darkness and socially. There was a chance she might turn into one of those well-adjusted Sith types. You know, the type that actually came close or managed to effectively rule the world instead of throwing the Galaxy's largest temper tantrum? Plenty of sharp ones in the Confederacy. Kind of wierd, but Zeltrons don't judge.

Except if you're anti-fun then they judge so hard.

"Zeltrons know how to get comfortable," the pink one agreed with no particular complaint to the proposed plan. Well, maybe a little one, but Cali wasn't unreasonable. A little give-and-take never hurt for a balance relationship.

With a slight sway in the wake of the Miraluka's passing, Cali hummed to herself. Her eyes may have strayed down the length of the 'blind' woman's figure as she departed. Without another word, the Zeltron bounced forward and followed after the ship's pilot to the cargo area.

There Cali found Xobos leaving quite a mess of discarded attire. She stopped to watch for a moment before she began to follow suit. In short order the Zaltron removed the pink and black light armor she'd been wearing. Not exactly the sort of outfit you wore to a casual business meeting; but then as Xobos found out they weren't exactly 'casual.' A little more violent than it should have been, but there was always that sense of distrust or wariness especially with new faces.

Perhaps surprisingly, Cali wore a thin black underlayer, which only caused her pink skin to glow all the brighter in contrast. Some might have expected something more outrageous -- which was just silly. Who wore just a bra under a suit of armor? Could you imagine the chaffing along the midsection? Or the shoulders? Oh, my damaged skin, no! Like even a Zeltron knew how to wear armor. Because someone taught her how to after leaving Zeltros -- but that was not the point!

That said, she might have been 'hasty' and caused the waist of her leggings to get pulled down a hair along one hip. Shockingly, she didn't appear to notice.

"Oohp," Cali hupped as she snatched the training blade out of the air when it was tossed to her. Her wide eyes ran up and down the length of it for a moment. This reminded her of training with her Master... He only had one saber, after all. Actually they'd used sticks. Zeltros didn't have the galaxy's largest assortment of weapons -- even training weapons. Every planet had sticks. Most planets. Some planets.

"Huh?" A quick blink and Cali's attention was on Xobos again. Strike her? Hold nothing back? Like, okay, she got it, but it was just super awkward. Like, was she supposed to give this deep, primal war cry and mindlessly flail away? That totally didn't fit her character. Her free hand reached out and conjured her lightsaber form its faux holster; which she then gave a light toss so it ended up with the armor. Probably a good idea to keep them out of the fight. Avoid temptation or force of habit. Not that Cali had a habit of drawing the glow stick.

"O...kay." A casual twirl of the training blade off to her right followed the acceptance of Xobos' challenge.

After a drawn in and released breath, the Zeltron advanced calmly toward Xobos with the blade held pointed forward at an angle and tilted in toward her center. Keep it neutral, ready to respond to whatever her opponent threw at her. Don't hold it out to one side, Cali, you only invite them to strike you from the other one. Couldn't say combat training had been her favorite subject or class or whatever. Hadn't been terrible. Good work out.

Once Cali came near, she closed the distance with a single bound forward and struck straight toward Xobos' head, then left shoulder, and then her right side, A rapid succession of attacks designed to lead, test, and if you got lucky draw an opponent's guard away and expose one side for attack. Doubt it'd work on someone like the Miraluka, but you started every fight somewhere. Be nice to figure out Xobos' tactics too before trying anything crazy. Form keeps your guard up, balanced centered, and ability to respond uncompromised. How it looks doesn't matter. And don't try spinning around to strike your opponent! You just expose your back.

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Location: Hyperspace between Chyrra and Naboo
Equipment: Training lightsaber, Under clothes
Mental State: Focused
Tags: [member="Cali Ziiva"]
Post: #11

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Xobos tried to keep her eyes up and looking at the Zeltron across from her, though through her force sight, she could feel herself look down at the woman’s hip once or twice. In the back of her mind, she couldn’t tell if Cali meant to do it or not, though the teasing slight slip of her clothes could have very easily been purposeful. She didn’t know if her friend would do something like that, but there were stigmas about the Zeltron species. Some of them weren’t the nicest, of course. So in that moment, Xobos made a conscious decision to belief it was a mistake until proven otherwise.

“Focus…” The soft voice of Ora brought her back to the present as it looked like Cali was readying her first set of attacks. In response, she let out a slow exhale and brought her blade up to a ready position. The little bound that Cali made before striking out at the apprentice made Xobos smile a little bit, who then proceeded to block each of the strikes with relative ease. Crack..crack..crack. The sounds of the blades meeting for just a moment reverberated through the cargo hold. With the last strike delivered by her friend, she met it, held the blades together for a second before shoving the blade upward. It would be enough to knock someone off balance if they weren’t careful at best, but at worst it would push Cali back to her starting position.

The apprentice then smiled to her friend, giving her training blade a little spin then bringing it back to ready position. “Very nice..three really crisp strikes, Cali.” Another spin, and this time a step toward the Zeltron as she brought blade slowly upward. “Remember, each strike leads to another. It’s a flowing dance with the blade. No matter what your opponent does, have a counter move in mind.” These were all things that Sergeant Zax had drilled into her by now, not that the annoying monikers wouldn’t have eventually burrowed their way into her mind eventually. Still, the words accentuated the apprentice’s novice fighting level. She gave one last spin of her blade, then feigned a strike to Cali’s left side with a jerk of her shoulder, then swept the blade across and toward the Zeltron’s right thigh, hoping to catch her just off balance enough to land a clean strike.

 

[Cali Ziiva]

Cali's lips held a faint smile, but it was not as boisterous as the Zeltron focused on the task at hand. Her bright eyes were wide and observed both Xobos' movements as well as that of her blade. When confronted by the other woman's move to raise her guard and unbalance Cali, the pink one stepped back but only before she pressed into the attack with her own sword. Interesting behavior of two sabers' coming into contact with one another -- they tended to stick together at a point. it was a thin electrical field that kept the plasma from simply igniting the air around it and become an uncontrolled mess. Such fields were lazy; they always took the easiest path. Stuck together would help keep the Miraluka from trying to get in under her guard too easily after all as Cali firmed her stance.

Fortunately, Xobos didn't try getting all rude and crude at the start. Thoughtful woman. Very pink.

A soft giggle followed the Miraluka's instruction. The Zeltron held the sword in her right hand with a little wobble; its tip pointed out a bit to the side lackadaisically. The pink bush of hair tilted to the right. "Gotta think ahead, right?"

Despite the radiant smile, however, Cali's left foot shot back as her body pivoted away from Xobos. The training blade swung inward in an arc and connected with a solid snap. Without hesitating, the angle of the blade continued to increase as her hand and the hilt rose higher while the Zeltron stepped forward. Her right hand took hold of the lightsaber as well to help push Xobos' sword out and keep it from connecting with Cali's left leg as she stepped in so her right foot could advance as well and close the distance between them. It was far from a compromising position in combat, the two locked together with little room for wide sweeps and poor angles for quick jabs.

The warm smile of the Zeltron, however, emerged as she took position separated only by their arms. Her right elbow was practically pointed at the Miraluka's throat if the move worked.

Tag: [member="Xobos Yakieer"]​

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

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Location: Hyperspace between Chyrra and Naboo
Equipment: Training lightsaber, Under clothes
Mental State: Focused
Tags: [member="Cali Ziiva"]
Post: #12

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The move certainly didn’t work to the success that Xobos was hoping for, and there was little that she could do to keep the pink one’s elbow from being pointed right at her neck, with the blade of her training saber connected firmly to the opponents. She was in quite the vulnerable position, or at least, more vulnerable than her partner’s. A slight mix of frustration and pride swelled up in the chest of the Miraluka, now knowing that Cali hid a much more skilled hand with the blade than she could see from the outside looking in. Still, she had been training with the sergeant for a while not, and had confidence in the skills she had gained, as well as the her ability to counter Cali’s moves.

In the back of her mind, lagos managed to make himself known in this stressful situation, reminding the apprentice of one primary lesson for dueling. “Find the opponent’s weakness of each move, then exploit it.” In the position they were in, there was not much Xobos could do to get the momentum back into her favor, or even back to even. Though, there was one little thing she could exploit. Because Cali’s elbow was pointed forward, that meant she was already starting to turn her back. With a deep breath, Xobos began to use more of strength to push the blades together even harder, intending to reveal even more of Cali’s back.

Even if she couldn’t, Xobos quickly whipped her left elbow upward, linking it to the outside of Cali’s right elbow and shoving inward pushing the pink one’s back to her. Instead of slicing across it, which she still couldn’t do, she brought a knee up planting booted foot on the Zeltrons back and shoving her backward. In the same move, she used it to push herself backward, creating a few feet of space between the pair of combatants. Once back to her feet, the apprentice gave a little twirl with her blade, and a smile in the direction of her partner. “You ok over there, bubblegum?” She chuckled lightly while bringing her blade upward, back to the ready to position, ready to attack or be attacked.

 

[Cali Ziiva]

A soft squeal of surprise followed being shoved away. Her blade still managed to pivoted in her grasp to keep Xobos' from slicing her side throughout the process, however. With a lightsaber all it touch was a glancing blow to cause quite a bit of pain. Physical force hardly mattered. That's why they considered it a more 'civilized' weapon because it didn't need muscles or anger to be effective, it was all about skill. Anyone could pick up a saber; but few would ever last more than a few seconds against someone trained in the art.

After all, untrained people were as likely to cut off their own limb as that of their opponent. Weightless. Deceptive tactile feedback. A bit of optical illusion how far away the tip really was...

Okay, strength still mattered. Like, wrist and gripping strength. Some upper body work. Not like one of those vibroswords though -- those things could get heavy.

Cali turned about after she got hold of her own footing with a soft huff. "Bubblegum?" Her eyes widened at the description. A smile spread across her lips as she lowered her chin. Her voice softened as the Zeltron responded, "Are you going to devour me, Xoxo?"

The Miraluka was probably the better lightsaber woman of the pair. Probably practiced every day. Maybe not 'practiced' but you know used it anyway. Sithy things. Cali knew under these circumstances when you couldn't count on skill superiority you had to use other tactical advantages. Like a pretty girl's tendency to blush and become flustered with innuendo or even a little platonic kissing. Distractions could undermine even the greatest lightsaber wielder.

That was the other part of training. It wasn't enough to control a lightsaber or understand when to use one, but learn how to control yourself too. That's what the Jedi always said anyway. Sith? Oh, from what Cali gathered there was some control, but there was also a lot of "don't hold back," "embrace your anger, use it," and such. Obviously it worked for some of them, but this wasn't anger Cali was encouraging. Bet Xobos' Master hadn't bothered teaching his students how to counter a cute Zeltron on the battlefield.

Flirtation made, the pink woman darted forward in the short time she expected Xobos to be even slightly flushed.

Tag: [member="Xobos Yakieer"]​

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

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Location: Hyperspace between Chyrra and Naboo
Equipment: Training lightsaber, Under clothes
Mental State: Flustered, upbeat
Tags: [member="Cali Ziiva"]
Post: #13

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If there was one major, glaring weakness to Xobos’s current skill with a lightsaber, it would be the fact she got too invested into training and duels. So much so, that small quips, not made in the moment of the fight, could break her from the confrontation and lead her to be confused for a moment. That was exactly what the nicknaming calling from Cali did to the psyche of the Miraluka, shattering her concentration for just a moment and making her lower her blade. Having to quickly bring it back up, combined with the charging forward of the pink alien, led to her taking two steps quickly backward..

And tripping over an open casing of tools.

She landed on her butt with a solid, “Oof!” While she didn’t drop her blade, the apprentice didn’t exactly bring it up quickly to defend herself. She glanced up at what she assumed to be the standing over her Zeltron, blushing hotly at the dumb mistake she had made. It took her a few moments to get over the mishap, her flustered frown slowly turning to a smile, though the redness on her cheeks still stayed there.

She deactivated the training blade, smirking slightly up at her pink friend. “Calling me nicknames for the first time in the middle of training is beyond unfair, bubblegum.” While the mishap had been embarrassing, the overall fight had been a nice change of pace from her typical sparring. Less, ‘if you don’t block this, I will kill you,’ and more, ‘lemme try this out.’ No one ever said that training with Sergeant Zax was enjoyable…or non-perishable.

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[Cali Ziiva]

Cali's eyes widened when the pressure on the blade vanished. She remain where Xobos left her as the Miraluka toppled over. Totally not what the Zeltron had wanted. Poor Xobos getting her butt bumped by the hard ground was no fun. Fortunately the other woman seemed to take it well after a moment, which was a relief. Not because Cali expected the Sithling might lash out, but because it might sour her mood. Zeltrons were sensitive about such things.

When Xobos turned her blade off, Cali followed suit. A smile spread over her dark pink lips as she stepped forward to offer the pretty woman a hand. "You said not to hold back." A soft giggled broke up her response. "You're definitely the better swordswoman between us." Cali knew she had to do something to level the playing field. Even then it'd been a little bit of a long shot. Just because Xobos blushed in social encounters didn't mean she'd get distracted in the heat of battle. Fact was, Cali suspected the Sith Apprentice really wouldn't against normal opponents. You know, ones she isn't flirting with at the time.

"Does this mean it's my turn?" If the Miraluka wanted to start again or come at it another way, however, Cali wouldn't mind. They were together and that was the important bit.

Tag: [member="Xobos Yakieer"]​

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

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Location: Hyperspace between Chyrra and Naboo
Equipment: Training lightsaber, Under clothes
Mental State: Intrigued
Tags: [member="Cali Ziiva"]
Post: #14

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Xobos allowed the woman to speak before pulling herself up with the help of the pink one’s hand. Once on her feet, she gave a little wave of her hand in the direction of the Zeltron at the thought of being a decent swordswoman. “I’m…still learning. Sergeant Zax, the main trainer in charge of my dueling skills, is insane. He’s always thinking..like, three or four steps ahead. He knows what you’re gunna do before you know what you’re gunna do.” A little shiver followed, then a giggle in the direction of the taller alien. “It’s really quite the terrifying experience at times.”

With a little shrug, Xobos weaved her fingers in between Cali’s, relishing how soft they were. An intrigued tilt of the head followed Cali’s final question as Xobos considered what exactly something like that might mean. “What exactly are you referring too…bubblegum?” A little smirk now began to appear at the edges of her lips. Whatever the Zeltron had planned could be a lot of fun, unless she had more training in mind. Not that Xobos would’ve cared too much. Just spending time with the other woman was becoming something that she could feel her whole body beginning to crave.

It wasn’t normal. She had had other friends since becoming an apprentice. Other sith. Alden, the mute, but this Zeltron was different. Cali wasn’t forced into service beside the Miraluka. Nor did she have to be here at all. She was choosing to spend time with Xobos, giving her a feeling of value and need. That was something she had not felt in a long time. And the more time they spent together, the more she could feel herself starting to crave that feeling more and more. Just to be around Cali and spend more of the time together. Because the Zeltron had started to give the Miraluka something she hadn’t found in a long time.

Happiness.

 

[Cali Ziiva]

The feel of Xobos' hand in her own was delightful. As were the pleasant emotions radiating from the other woman. Some people said plants could 'feel' positive and negative vibes from people and responded accordingly -- well, Zeltron definitely did. It was a part of who they were. So positive vibes were wonderful and Cali was happy her Miraluka was happy.

You know, skipping over the brief shiver and thoughts of probably being pummeled by an insane instructor. Otherwise, Xobos was happy.

Cali's smile widened as their fingers were entangled together. So warm and strong. Probably had to practice everyday and remain in great physical shape. Slowly she closed the distance between them. Xobos' inquiry went unanswered for a spell as the Zeltron sought to slip her free hand around to cradle the Miraluka close. "Nothing exact, exactly. So many things I could do with a pretty woman like you, Xoxo." Cali's head lowered and tilted slightly to one side. As their lips drew near, the Zeltron's pink nose gently brushed along side that of Xobos'. "But," she breathed, "I think I know just what you need before we arrive."

After a heartbeat, she slyly added, "So, do you have somewhere to lay down, or do we have to use a crate?"

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[Xobos Yakieer]

Location: Hyperspace between Chyrra and Naboo
Equipment: Training lightsaber, Under clothes
Mental State: Intrigued
Tags: Cali Ziiva
Post: #15

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Y’know, Xobos had done some research on Cali’s species after the first time they had met. Apparently Zeltrons could use some sort of pheromone to control and make their targets feel an aroused state, or at least a happier one. It was an interesting read, for sure. And would very easily be used to explain the fact that the Miraluka’s heart beat faster every moment that Cali got closer. A super easy explination to try and deny whatever feelings she might be having for the woman in front of her.

Or..perhaps she just really, really, really enjoyed being pushed up against a wall by the Zeltron. That was a perfectly viable explanation too.

Those feelings were becoming extremely hard to deny. Especially as in her mind, she found herself desperately wanting the Zeltron to just kiss her already, instead of teasing the poor Miraluka to a pulp. Every time their noses collided, a shot of excitement shot through Xobos. Her heart pounded in her ears, and her breath became shallow as she tried to catch it in the moment.

“She asked you a question, little master…”

Ora speaking snapped Xobos out of whatever trance she had been in, immediately bringing a blush to her cheeks. How long had she just stood there silently. “I..uh..maybe?” Xobos, in all honesty, had no idea what she had just agreed to, and continued to just stand there until Ora filled her in on the question. “The pink one asked if you have somewhere to lay down.” She could feel her eyes getting real big as the realization at what she had agreed to hit her, but there was no backing down.

Slipping down and underneath the outstretched arm of the Zeltron, she was quick to move a couple of crates into place, with a few blankets laid on top. Certainly not the most comfortable of laying positions, but it would work. She took a few steps toward them before hopping up, turning around to let her feet dangle off the side while her head tilted to observe Cali. “What exactly did you have in mind…?”

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[Cali Ziiva]

If pheromones played a part in their interactions, it was entirely unintentional. The pink woman wanted what any Zeltron wanted -- to feel warm and happy, which meant making sure everyone around them felt the same way. Feelings of insecurity were objectively understandable, but ultimately a moot point. If Xobos were a mere plaything of a Zeltron's pheromones they wouldn't keep meeting like this. Well, unless she was particularly domineering or cruel. Cali didn't think herself either. Though the way her Miraluka blushed any time they were in close contact... Well it drew a smile to her lips. Made a woman have curious thoughts too. Like, maybe the strong Sith Acolyte was at the mercy of a pretty pink thing. Might be nice for someone preoccupied with survival and death to just let go around someone they trusted.

Of course, Xobos also had this little quirk of being easily distracted herself. Not like Cali could get distracted (when she wasn't being serious). There was a sense of distance or wandering when Xobos went quiet. Then she spoke up or acted as though stirred from her inactivity by some unseen force. Made a Zeltron curious... not to mention the strange emotional energy surrounding the woman at times.

And just like that, Xobos slipped away to find comfort in a wider, open space. Cali turned with a smile and found the other woman quick at work.

Crates then? She had to have a cot around here somewhere. That was okay though; as bad as a thinly padded crate would be on your back, Cali was prepared for all circumstances. Most circumstances. The reasonable ones.

The Zeltron stood there for a moment just smiling in the face of Xobos' question. Then she started to slowly draw near to the anxiously awaiting Miralukan woman. "A different kind of workout," she replied at last. Cali reached out to caress the side of Xobos' face with the tips of her fingers with that said. "But we won't need to dart around for this one. Lay down on your belly for me." A gentle pat atop the blankets followed her request. "I promise you'll enjoy it." Good thing they'd already gotten rid of the stiff layers of clothing too. Would make this so much easier.

Tag: Xobos Yakieer​

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

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Location: Hyperspace between Chyrra and Naboo
Equipment: Training lightsaber, Under clothes
Mental State: Intrigued
Tags: Cali Ziiva
Post: #16

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There was something unnerving about the way that the Zeltron could get up in your face without saying a word, keeping that wonderful smile on her face at all times as well. Not that Xobos minded so much. The closer that Cali got, the more happy the Miraluka found herself getting. Perhaps that was part of these emotions that she found herself feeling. Who knew. This was all a part of that discovery that the apprentice was finding herself doing.

A shiver ran through the Miraluka’s body as those long, slender, pink fingers reached out to massage her face lightly. Subconsciously, she felt herself leaning into her touch, becoming addicted to it. It was like a drug, one that was able to block out the voices in her mind for just a short time. It was intoxicating, and the more she got it, the more she found herself wanting more of it, despite the flustered nature she might put off at times.

Having to lay down on her belly, however, was certainly something that she was slightly nervous about doing. But, she knew whatever the Zeltron was planning, it more than likely would be quite relaxing. Nodding slowly, she reached down to first removed her boots, unbuckling the strap around her quad on both before kicking them off to the side. A deep breath of preparation made it’s way through the apprentice before she slowly laid her way across the pair of crates, kicking her feet back and forth in the air as she awaited whatever “training” Cali had in mind.

 

[Cali Ziiva]

Cali knew exactly what she wanted even when she didn't know what it was she wanted. When it came to Xobos, however, she wanted her Miraluka to be happy. When the Sithling was happy, Cali was happy. And as the people of Zeltros would ask, who didn't want to be happy?

Patiently the pink one waited for Xobos to comply with her polite request. The pretty one even got comfortable removing her footwear. Sultry thing even had the nerve to kick her feet back and forth. Cali giggled at the sight for a moment as she reached out to stroke the back of Xobos' head. "That's better. Just relax."

It wouldn't be long before Cali lifted a knee to climb up on top of the crates beside Xobos. Properly elevated, she lifted her knee again to straddle the Miraluka across the lower back. Cali's hands pressed down against Xobos' shoulder blades; the Zeltron's thumbs rubbed down the center while the tips of her fingers curled about the top. "Mm hm. All the work you do, Xoxo, has got you all in knots. Don't try to pretend otherwise. You're tense. Pink women like me know a trick or two in releasing tension." Her administration of pressure would began to work its way down Xobos' back ever so slowly. At first the pressure had been gentle, but shortly after she began it increased substantially. Oh yeah, this was one knotty Miraluka.

Tag: Xobos Yakieer​

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Location: Hyperspace between Chyrra and Naboo
Equipment: Training lightsaber, Under clothes
Mental State: Intrigued
Tags: Cali Ziiva
Post: #17

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To say she expected Cali to climb up and onto her back would be a lie, however the moment that those fingers began to dig their way into her back any thought of resistance she might have had was gone. It felt as though the entirety of her stress was being kneaded away with the expertise of, well, an absolute expert. It was actually quite interesting how good that Cali was at this sort of thing. Was this something that everyone from her planet got taught, or were these skills that the woman had picked up in her many whimsey adventures?

Regardless of how she had learned the skills, what she had learned was currently turning the apprentice into putty. Things she didn’t even know were tight were being smoothed out, and even with the very small room to move any of her exterminates with Cali on her back, she could tell there was a better range of motion. Especially her shoulders. Whatever this Zeltron had done to her shoulders had been an absolute miracle.

“Oh…oh goodness…” She managed to croak out, rolling her shoulders forward and back a few times before continuing. “I’m not completely sure what exactly you’re doing back there, but I’m going to need it done…at least a few more times. And more often.” Her toes flexed, curling in on themselves as a particularly knotted part of her back was smoothed out painfully by those lithe pink fingers. Who knew that getting a massage could end up being so painful? “I didn’t even know that my range of motion was so restricted….”

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[Cali Ziiva]

"Mm!" Cali's eyes bowed upward as a smile spread across her face. "It's all that super serious Dark Side stuff. I don't mean you shouldn't do it, but passion usually means 'anger' and that means tension. Is it any wonder Sith types like Djem So? All that tension, it's not like they can utilize Ataru. But with me around, my Miralukan Acolyte'll be able to use all the fancy moves."

The Zeltron's rump would help flattern Xobo's legs if they still sought to curl upward. Cali slid down further to get increasing and easy access to the Miralukan's back. "We'll do this lots of times so you don't get so twisted up inside. Might take some getting used to, being so limber again." A soft giggle followed the gentle jest.

"It's a good thing you weren't wearing all that armor too," Cali added, "otherwise I would have had to strip it all off. Though I know how much you were looking forward to that." With that a pink elbow found its way into a particularly gnarly spot on Xobos' back. Couldn't allow Xobos too much time to flush before being reminded what was going on back there.

Tag: Xobos Yakieer​

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Location: Hyperspace between Chyrra and Naboo
Equipment: Training lightsaber, Under clothes
Mental State: Intrigued
Tags: Cali Ziiva
Post: #18

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It was impressive how much Cali seemingly knew about dueling and forms. The zeltron gave off such a non-threatening, almost clumsy vibe that it made sense that enemies underestimated her. Even Xobos, in the warehouse battle, felt as though she needed to protect the other woman. Perhaps she didn’t need it, and was only revealing and being nice making Xobos feel like she was needed. Even if this was the case, it did make her good to be needed. It had just hit her that it was really possible that Cali could handle herself much, much better than the Miraluka had originally given her credit for.

These were the thoughts pushed through her mind, at least until those devilish fingers found a particularly tough knot in her back, causing her to arch lightly. As much as wanted to kick her legs as well, Cali’s particularly nice rump was keeping her from moving. It was a little frustrating. It didn’t help that the zeltron continued to make little stripping comments, causing the apprentice’s blush to come right back.

“Well…there is always time to discuss these things once we land on naboo..” Was that too suggestive of a comment? Probably not. The zeltron never seemed to mind anything. And the longer that the Miraluka spent time around Cali, the easier it felt to make those comments. It was the trust that was growing between them, probably. In her first few months as an apprentice, finding people to trust was few and far between. Shakti was a possibility, but the mute seemed as though there were alternative motives to her apprenticeship.

Cali was the first, and possibly only, person she had met that Xobos truly believed has her best intentions in mind. If anything, it made Xobos want to do nothing more than keep her around all the time. And if she had the right idea about the time they would spend on naboo, it was very unlikely that the apprentice would have the former jedi leave her side.

 

[Cali Ziiva]

Cali stretched out along Xobos' back. The tip of her nose then brushed the Miraluka's earlobe. "I have a closet the size of a house. Maybe I'll have you put on a few things so I can take them off." If her companion was going to get feisty then the Zeltron saw no need to restrain herself.

The pink one slid back down the other woman's back and then some. Strong attention was paid to the lower back and hips as the massage continued. Maybe Xobos wasn't lifting a lot of heavy objects with her hands, but she probably did all sorts of weird twists and arches to avoid getting hit.

Once she finished up, with a little extra time straddling Xobos' legs, Cali slid back up and lay partially atop the other woman. "Hey, Xoxo?" Her bright eyes sparkled in the light cast about the room. "Do you like me? I mean," she paused with a small smile just briefly, "like me being with you? I was thinking... it might be nice if I hung around a bit more. Maybe not spend so much time in the outer reaches of the galaxy. Stay a little closer. What do you think?"

Tag: Xobos Yakieer​

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

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Location: Hyperspace between Chyrra and Naboo
Equipment: Training lightsaber, Under clothes
Mental State: Intrigued
Tags: Cali Ziiva
Post: #19

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Those comments just kept coming, though Xobos was becoming much more used to it, and even starting to play along with each one of them. Perhaps it was just this moment that she’d feel this way, however. But the more she thought about it, the more she felt more comfortable to play along with the little teases from the Zeltron, just to see how far she might go with them. “Oh? And if I was to fight you while you tried to take the clothes off?” A little chuckle followed, as well as the miraluka to turn her head to the side to give a sideways glance up at the woman on her back.

Feeling the pressure of the pink woman on top of her was very unexpected, but after an initial tightening of her body, she slowly relaxed, even going as far as to playfully buck upward against Cali, acting like she might just knock her off. Her question, however, had Xobos slowly stopping any sort of movements as she considered the words. Something she realized, while thinking over the day that the voices had been peacefully silent for a while now.

Perhaps this was an effect of the Zeltron’s pheromones. Who knows exactly what everything they could do. But more likely, because she was so relaxed around Cali, the voices felt no need to tease or torture her mind. They seemed content to just let her have these moments. Maybe that would continue to happen as long as Cali was around. Believing this, Xobos slowly reached backward to grasp onto the hand of her rapidly becoming partner in crime.

“I want you around. I want you to be around…me. There’s something about hanging around you that helps with my…” She paused, thoughts rising to not reveal the voices just yet. Few people actually knew of them, and now was not the time to tell Cali about them. “anxiety. You are the source of my ease. I can sense it.”

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