To Catch a Grasshopper

[Zesiro]

At least Skaara had a sense of humor. That is something that was never a part of her life and she liked him more for it. It was quite a refreshing change from the all so serious people she had in her life.

He tossed the metaphorical ball back to her and with that, she reached out with the Force to attempt to lightly send caresses across the top of his and between the horns. At the same time, she maintained the stance she had been put into for the purpose of lightsaber training.

If this worked like she hoped, then she would gain the smug look on her face.

"To you."

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[Graf's Archive Account]

Skaara's figuratively and almost literally rolled into the back of his head as the result of the light caresses coming from the Force, a zabrak's horns were one of the most sensitive spots on their body.

The Sith's smirk returned, and he gesturelessely sent the light caresses back at her, directed around her neck but most importantly the chest area.

"Your move." He challenged, full of confidence.

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[Zesiro]

She watched what her caress did to Skaara and that smug look was on her face. While a force choke may not have sent her into a rage at this point, she partially stiffened her back when his next move wrapped around her neck. Instead of a choke though, this felt more like a hug and she instinctually moved into it. When he let go, she almost fell forward. Her eyes narrowed slight at him, but not a word came out of her mouth.

A thoughtful look crossed Zesiro's eyes as she pondered what her next move should be in the game. Concentrating, she prepared a doubt of herself to remain in her current position and used a quick dash to be next to the inquisitor, raising her right hand, she would reach out to actually touch him with more than Force. If he allowed the connection, she would personally run her fingers along the side of his face, head and neck.

She remained next to him and let the psychic image of herself fade.

"Your turn."

Her eyes were alight with real pleasure and if he noticed her physical movements, they were all natural. There was no need for her try to impress him, she already had.

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[Graf's Archive Account]

In his thirty years of life he had never felt anything this pleasurable, nor had he ever felt this way about someone before. It seemed that his usually feelings of anger, hate, and general desire to murder rebels, were being nullified more and more. And of course every feeling was more than tripled when she actually touched him, running her fingers down the side of his face. The Sith would physically shudder at the sensation, he had just lost and he felt it.

He cleared his throat "I think it might be apt to return to lightsaber prac- Ah, feth it." Skaara stuttered before swooping down and crashing his lips onto hers.

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[Zesiro]

When Zesiro's hand connected and ran over his skin, she felt him shudder. What had started as training for her, might now become a different type of training for Skaara. For a moment or two, he tried to resist what she was doing and return to training her, but he had lost this battle.

His kiss was fierce against her lips, but she responded by returning the kiss. While it was only one of her hands on the side of his, she let go of her saberhilt. It fell to the floor and rolled away from them. Her left hand now free rose up to reach around behind Skaara and wrap securely at the base of head where it met his neck. Holding him in that kiss until one or the other broke away.

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His own lightsaber mirrored the actions that hers took, hitting the floor with the thud when he relaxed his grip, wrapping his arms uncertainly around her waist. Breaking the kiss, he stared her in the eyes, dark yellow into blue, allowing his pent up feelings to be realized.

"So...Passion, eh?" He mentioned, a smug grin playing on his lips as he did so.

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[Zesiro]

Skaara let go of his saber like Zesiro had. The sound of it filling the room for just a moment and then he almost tentativly wrapped his arms around her waist. She moved in closer to where their bodies were touching, through what clothes they had on, both would feel the contact. He broke the kiss and looked into her blue eyes with his dark yellow.

"This is just a taste."

With those words, she closed her eyes and pulled his lips back to hers and initiated the kiss this time. Her right hand fell to rest on his waist. The grip was firm, but allowed him freedom to move if he needed to.

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[Graf's Archive Account]

The Sith Knight greedily returned the kiss, basking in the contact that they shared with each other as their bodies touched. He did more than just return said kiss, he lightly nibbled on her bottom lip as he trailed smaller kisses down her jaw, now kissing her neck passionately.

"Mmm, just a taste?" He questioned in between kisses.

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[Zesiro]

As they kissed her own body responded and when Skaara nibbled on her lip and then moved to kiss her jaw and neck. She was the one used to be in control when passion was being employed. For the moment, he controlled this and as he kissed, she had little quivers that started within her belly and went through her body from there.

Not one person before him had ever caused that before and Zesiro wondered what was different about him.

While he had his arms around her waist, she leaned back to grant him full access to her assets. She was at his mercy. Her world turned on its head by him.

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[Graf's Archive Account]

He resisted it as best as he could, the primal urge to do away with clothes and be as rough as humanly, or not in his case, possible. But he took his time, gently kissing her neck and lips and caressing her body. He broke the kiss once again, most likely to both of their disappointment, but let his hands gently glide around, exploring her form.

"You know, I think we already wasted this training session." The Sith jested.

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[Zesiro]

Zesiro sensed Skaara was holding himself in check. He took time though and kissed or explored all of her exposed flesh. He hands passed over her body, taking in her form. He broke the kiss, but continued touching her. In her turn, she would feel his body with her one free hand, her other was still resting on the back of his neck.

"Oh no, this was not wasted."

She could tell he was teasing and while hoping to catch him a little by surprise, her hand that was exploring him moved almost on its own to give his rear end a light spank.

"I have learned quite a lot today."

Giving him a wink and pulling him close again she would move just slightly to place her left foot behind his right and attempt to trip him backwards onto his back. If that worked, he would be at her mercy and she could do whatever she wanted.

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The zabrak actually jumped a little when she smacked his behind, earning her a wide smirk from the man. He went to squeeze her own until he realized what she just did one second too late, being tripped and falling onto his back, now laying on the cool durasteel floor of the star destroyer.

Skaara snickered "There's a reason beds exist!" He warned.

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[Zesiro]

His little was quite satisfying and Zesiro grinning at Skaara, he returned that with a pinch but found himself falling and then on his back with her standing above him. She had not expected the move to work and now looked down at him.

"But I don't see one."

Holding her hand out to help him if he wanted back up. If he chose to pull her down to join him, she would not resist.''

Her blue eyes glinted at him, wanting him to decide where this went.

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[Graf's Archive Account]

The implied challenge from her eyes once again spurred the High Inquisitor. He was up in a flash, using the Force to enhance his speed until he picked the girl up, which was an easy task given the stark difference in their sizes. Skaara placed her over his soldiers, making sure to put extra emphasis on grabbing her behind. He flipped one of the wall switches with the Force and the room brightened up, revealing another room off of the one that the meditation chamber resized in.

The Sith opened the small blast door and carried her into his quarters, it closing behind him with a hydraulic hiss. He tossed her on the fluffy bed, a smirk on his face "Tripping only works once." He said.

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[Zesiro]

Skaara was up without the help of her extended hand and before she could react, she up being held like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder. Letting out a playful squeal, he flipped a light switch on that revealed more to the room than was readily seen.

Letting out only token and not serious resistance, he carried Zesiro into his sleeping quarters. The door shut behind them and she was tossed on a soft, fluffy bed. Now it was his turn to have a small victory and she sat up looking at him standing over her.

"I'll have to find another way next time."

There would be a next time. She liked this man and in a totally different way than she had Milo. That confused her slightly. What was the difference? That question she could not answer, at least not yet.

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The man could sense that something was off, the Force usually gave away someone's feelings even if they knew it or not. His serious demeanor returned almost instantly while he was standing over the girl on the bed.

"Is there something the matter? You seem off." The High Inquisitor asked, showing an amount of worry that usually wouldn't be sensed when he was in his armor.

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[Zesiro]

Skaara sensed her slight change, though it had been there for just a moment. He was good at what he did, the inquisitor part of him it must be. His composure also changed and turned to worry for her. Did he also feel something for her?

She felt deep within herself before answering his question. Trying to centralize just what was different about him. In all of their interactions, he never insulted her, called her names or actually tried to harm her. Lately especially, everybody she had met wanted her dead. He had admitted that when he landed on Nubia, even he wanted to kill her, but changed his mind when he sensed her potential.

Zesiro thought she had known what love was with Milo. Perhaps she didn't really though. It was too soon for her to say she loved Skaara, but felt it might happen. No matter what though she needed to figure this out.

Looking back up at him, her eyes slightly narrowed.

"I'm fine."

Ugh typical answer any female gave to a male that asked that. She almost wanted to slap herself on the forehead for saying it.

She reached out her hand to him and though she thought she was silent she whispered.

"What are you doing to me?"

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He told her hand into his own, sitting next to her on the bed. He frowned slightly at the first answer that she gave, looking down at her with a concerned look. The Sith was amused when she the question of what he was doing to her. A small chuckle would emit from him as he started to stroke her hair with his free hand.

"Let me tell you, I have spent two years in armor, even longer in a uniform. I've never felt this way about anyone before, because there never was anyone, just war." He informed "Maybe the better question is what are you letting me do to you?"

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[Zesiro]

Zesiro held onto Skaara's hand as he took hers into it and sat down next to her. He gave a little chuckle and with his free hand stroked her hair. She leaned into him as he spoke. Being more of a companion than a sensual beast. Just herself next to his warm body. The movement fully natural and more exotic than if she was actually trying. Her master had taught her to use her body and that teaching made her what she was.

He spoke of himself and that he had only known war. She turned her head slightly to look up at him when he said there had never been anyone before.

"So you've never?"

Her eyes followed the outline of the bed before looking back at him with a bit of disbelief on her face.

His question needed to be answered, but she had none. All she could do was shake her head as she spoke.

"I don't know. You're not like anybody I have known in all my life."

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[Graf's Archive Account]

A simple shake of his head was all the answer he gave, and it was true. He was raised during war, he had never had the time nor the ability to do so. He once again laughed to himself at the look of disbelief on her features, he himself even found it ironic; He was a High Inquisitor, one of the most powerful men in the Empire, a galactic power, and he had never slept with anyone.

"That would pretty much sum it up." He said in response to her previous statement "There's not really more than one High Inquisitor who encases himself in armor to intimidate his allies and enemies alike."

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