Uncommon Sanctuary

[Jaron Lesan]

Jaron smiled, no Dianah in on way gave the impression that she would be easy to win, nor would any sort of victory mean an end to the chase. A good love story was a lifetime of chase, and Jaron’s parents had taught him that. Even though they were married, Joti was always chasing his mother, even up to the moment she had passed away. He knew the chase never ended.

He shook his head, refusing to let her apologize for the wound on his hand. It was nothing compared to the gash on her wrist, and Jaron was certainly more concerned about it than he was about his own. His words had brought a tense and awkward quiet between them once more, and Jaron could only think he was being rejected already, and why not, they were strangers after all. It didn’t change the fact he was going to chase her.

The blush on her cheeks told him otherwise. Dianah was not simply an object of desire, but rather a prize, and Jaron was not going to see her as anything but. A prize was won, and object possessed, and she would be no man’s possession. Jaron already knew that.

When she finally spoke the playfulness had returned to her voice. The tease drew a smile across his face as she still held the napkin against the wound. Jaron placed his other hand on it, holding her in place as his eyes were still focused on hers. The tension was building again as Jaron said nothing. What was there to say. She would run and he would chase, but only because she did not want to lose him.

Jaron closed the distance between them in one motion. It was slow but swift at once. His lips pressed to hers softly, and ever so briefly, taking what he hoped to be the first of many stollen kisses. He smiled sheepishly as he pulled away from the gentle kiss, released her hand to let her run if she wished.

[member="Dianah Vrorae"]

 

[Darth Miseria]

While she nursed his minor wounds Dianah couldn't help but wonder what Jaron was thinking. Now she had set her mind on the fact that she wanted be the woman behind the door she couldn't seem to focus on anything else. She would never tell him so. That would spoil it all as he rightly pointed out.

He smiled that charming smile at her and she was glad of it. It meant there was no harm done. Nothing would be changed beyond what they knew now save for the steady progression of infatuation. It brought a smile of her own to her expression. Coupled with the blush she felt like a school girl swooning over some silly crush. Her eyes darted back down to her work, hoping he wouldn't notice how sheepish she looked.

While her hands were steady in tending to his sores she couldn't help but feel slightly light headed. The suspense in the air was practically killing her. It made a nice change though. Most men who thought themselves suitors would have done it by now. They would have kissed her and it would have been boring. They would have been too quick and too eager to impress her. Suffice to say quickly didn't necessarily mean impressive.

She looked up, all but ready to throw out some banter or a small slight to throw him off, just in time to catch his lips. It was soft and tender. Almost as if he were meant to be there all along. Her eyes fluttered closed and without thinking, she kissed him back. All the previous tension and suspense was released in the space of a few short seconds. As quickly as it began, it was over. He left her with her head still half leaning into his kiss, her eyes still shut in blissful remembrance.

'I wondered when you'd be brave enough to try that. How long will you keep me waiting for the next one?'

Her voice was gentle, almost a whisper, and it was laced with a calm contentment. Her hand found his again and she found herself sliding easily into his embrace. They fit together like jigsaw pieces.

[member=Jaron Lesan]

 

[Jaron Lesan]

The kiss was cautious, nothing like the confident banter he had been offering from the moment they met. At first he had feared that it was the wrong thing to do, but she returned the kiss. It had been over all to quickly and that was his own fault. There was no return to the awkward tension in the room, just banter.

How long was he going to make her wait for the next kiss? A smirk tugged at his lips. Jaron almost wanted to draw it out and play at it. Banter was the foundation of their very brief relationship thus far. Yet in that amount of time they had saved each other’s lives a couple of times over. It made them familiar to each other in a way that only battle could. She had been in his mind to see the vision, it was another layer of familiarity despite have only known each other for a day.

Jaron just smiled as he drew her in for another kiss. This time it was held for much longer than the near cautious peck he and stolen from her to start. Where the first had been a cautious exploration this kiss was definitive and conveyed want. A hand reached to her face as he palmed her cheek to draw her even more into the kiss. When it broke, it was because he needed breath, and only for that reason.

For once in his life the kiss felt right.

He sighed with his exhale after pulling away. A smile still on his face.

“Whatever it takes to keep you guessing.”

It was the only answer she would ever get out of him on this matter. Nothing was said about what this was between them, and Jaron didn’t intend to say anything, not yet. Whatever happened, happened, and it was why he never opened the door. The chase was his choose, destiny was his to make. His lightsaber was missing, but the vision had promised him something much more than the lightsaber would ever be worth. He’d been promised a family.

“Your ride back to Metus... how long before you leave?”

[member="Dianah Vrorae"]

 

[Darth Miseria]

The fire spakred in her heart when he lent in for a second time. When his hand pressed against her cheek she sunk into it with a vigour, loosing herself completely in the kiss. He tasted like caf and the breakfast they had both eaten. In that moment there was no place in the entire Galaxy that she'd rather be.

When he pulled away she sunk her teeth into her lower lips, savouring the kiss for a few moments longer. A happy hum sounded from the back of her throat. Whether she was fully aware of it or not, this was the moment she had been waiting for. A smile graced the corners of her lips while she basked in the glow of a satisfied desire.

His words shattered the surreal dream and she was dragged back to reality all too soon.

'Mmm... I can call back the ship anytime.' She opened her eyes slowly, still desperately trying to cling on to the moment. Her coffee coloured eyes looked up at him in a wide, innocent way. 'But I should really get back. He won't be worried but he is rather impatient. We've already taken far longer than he thought we would.' She swished her hand quickly through the air, as if dismissing the private thought that Metus would do anything rash. 'I think he'll understand though. Extenuating circumstances and all that.'

With a soft smile she made a pretence of smoothing out his shirt. She didn't want to go in the slightest but she would have too eventually. A speedy exit after such a dramatic kiss wasn't usually her style but she liked the idea of leaving him wanting more. Besides, after all this, Dianah was sure she would see him again soon.

[member=Jaron Lesan]