Wake Up

[Soliath Devin Talith]

While Kira may have been dealing with internal strife, Soliael was entirely calming peace. Even when she kneed him hard in the leg he only winced slightly, smirking as the pain briefly flooded through him.

He didn't mind the outburst, he knew she hadn't minded his.

There was no raging torrent of thought in his mind, no questions to be asked, no answers to be found. Though his arousal was clear, it seemed to Soliael that there was nothing wrong within the universe at this moment.

In his arms was wrapped a beautiful girl.

His left hand rested on her soft hip, holding her close to him, in his right rested her supple neck, soft golden lock wrapped into the crooks of his fingers. Against his chest lay she, pressed warmly against him.

Soliaels eyes closed. Not because he was tired, far from it, but it was so he could focus. He wanted to enjoy this, to feel it truly. The press of her skin against him, the tugging of her locks on his finger, the slight ribbing of the scars on her hip, the press of her chest against him as she took in deep breaths. Her smell.

The utterly intoxicating, enticing, heavenly smell that she exuded.

He breathed it in, all of it. Allowing himself to get lost within his senses, feeling Kira as though she had always been there, always been an important part of his life.

It was this way that the two of them stayed, intertwined within the bed, chests pressed up against one another, arms wrapped around each other, an faces only a few inches apart.

 

[Kira Talith]

Dusk broke when Kira finally would stir from her slumber. Like usual, she would feel the familiarity of the blankets being completely wrapped around her. A kira burrito.

The only difference being that there was another there with her. Very large. Very warm. Very male.

Her face would rest just along the crook of Soliael's neck, lashes slowly open her eyes, close enough for the faint sensation to flutter against his neck. She'd frown a bit, coming to. The heavy weight of his arms were wrapped round her, holding her close and snug as a bug. Really, she was much of an octopus as he, a tangle of arms and legs.

Although truth be told, she didn't mind it.

Blinking a bit more rapidly, Kira would start to make note of her surroundings. Her head slowly rose, only to feel the slight tug from where his fingers had entangled into her hair. It wasn't painful, but she had to take it slow. With the way she lay, it would make it rather difficult to try and slip away from his grasp without waking him -- at least by the peaceful way he lay he certainly appeared to be sleeping.

A few seconds later would see her subsequent pause in her attempts. She wasn't giving up! Just had to regroup how to do this. Shifting her head so it lay more on his arm, Kira would upturn her face to his. Curious unity would bloom as her blue eyes would curiously watch him in his apparent slumber. There was a vulnerability to his sleeping face, a relaxing of his features. A ghost of a smile would appear in mild humor. And long lashes most women would trade anything for. came her wry thought.

Before she knew it, a lone forefinger rose to gingerly start to trace the line of his brow. It was the lightest of touches, akin to the brush of a butterfly's wings. Her curiously would prompt her to lightly start to map his features, branding them to memory.

She would continue down over his temple, sliding with an inquisitive brush of the pad of her fingertip. Like a child sating her childish wonder, it would lightly skim over the high arch of his cheekbone, tracing the slight mar of a faint scar. Her query would take her over the path of his patrician nose before sweeping a slim of her fingers over the rough bristle of his swarthy jaw.

It was such an intimate study of his face, one Kira wouldn't have likely done had he'd been awake. For a Lorrdian, this wasn't unheard of. Just another method to interact. Besides... He made her so curious. His past. His present. The way he held himself to a standard. The manner in which he protected and thought of those he cared about. His responsibilities that he took seriously. How he'd reacted to the knowledge of his father... And the path he took that led him right here.

Her idle thoughts would not halt her light drift of her fingers over his face, in fact by now her forefinger had centered over his lower lip. It slowly began to trace over the lower edge, the softness of it reminding her of how they felt pressed against hers.

Heat would rush over her cheeks. Embarrassment at how she'd reacted. Slowly her fingers began to draw back away from his mouth.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael felt the trace of Kira's fingers over his face, his skin slightly twitching our of a reaction that was entirely his own.

He had not been asleep, sleep was impossible after the rush of Kira blood at flowed through him. It was how it always was, the taking of blood gave heightened senses. Hearing, Smelling, sight, alertness, everything was raised to hundred fold, and since Soliael had not fed within nearly a decade it had all been almost overwhelming, even now, hours later Soliael could still feel the rush of energy within his body, the need to push and press himself into an activity.

For the past few hours, that activity had been holding her.

She was calming.

Among an ocean of unsteady rage and feeling she was a sky of calm. Her presence slowed Soliaels thoughts, it relaxed his being. Her scent, almost sickly sweet caused him to smile, the aroma puncturing his nose and sticking to him like a wet blanket.

As her finger reached his lips Soliael took a deep breath.

With her so close the scent was even easier to catch and he caught her fully. The sweet smell that she gave off making his heart beat slightly faster, his muscles tighten, and his lips quirk slowly upward into a smile, one that could barely be seen by another but Kira herself. Her finger moved away from his lips, drawing down the center of his jaw down to his chin.

Soliael didn't open his eyes, but he spoke in a voice that told of deep calm. “Don't stop.”

He echoed her hidden thoughts.

 

[Kira Talith]

There came the sharp intake of breath, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. Had seen been so distracted that she had missed him actually being awake? That wasn't like her. Her fingers froze just shy of his chin, curling into a fist.

A pregnant silence rose. Expectant. Full. Finally, the lightest of brushes would touch upon the line of his jaw. She didn't dare speak, not yet. Maybe it was just easier that way for now. The silence.

Strangely, she didn't seem to mind it. At this distance she was able to see the slight upturn at the corner of his mouth. Kira let out a slow breath - she'd been holding it again - watching him as the stroke of her finger would doodle a small path up towards his ear. Slowly, the pad of her warm finger would trace the shell of his ear, looping up and then following the path down to his ear lobe.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael simply lay still in the bed, letting Kira trace her way around his face.

He remained calm, steady, unspeaking. His breaths slowed, the air in his lungs filling with that sweet scent of hers, causing a small stutter of air to flow from him. The former Sith Lord relaxed even more. Her touch was soothing to him, calming, he became lost.

There was nothing else.

There was him, and then there was Kira.

The calming of her touch, the scent she gave of surrounding him. It was like the abyss, but pleasant. The black had turned to a calming sea of white, the emptiness had dawned on him in a beautiful way. Soliael simply let himself float, allowing the calm to set over him as never before.

His smile grew.

 

[Kira Talith]

It was hard to say how long Kira spent her time caressing the lines and angles of Soliael's face. All that the Lorrdian Jedi knew is that the longer she did so, the more she could read him. It was there, in the subtle nuances of his face. Even in tranquility, emotion and intent could be read upon his face; he truly enjoyed the touch. It was soothing to him. How curious.

She would shift slightly, chest to chest. The rasp of her fingernails would lightly scratch his jaw in a single downward stroke, the bristles of his scruff lightly tickling her. She couldn't help her own faint smile. Lower still they went, until they would trace over a small scar at his chin.

It was then that she finally spoke. Her voice was low, barely a whisper. "How did you get this?"

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael felt her finger stop, the loss of the feeling causing him a certain agony that was difficult to describe. His hand shifted on her hip slightly, very lightly adjusting his grip on her and tickling her side ever so slightly.

“A fight.” Soliael said answering as quietly as her. “The Pit. I was defending myself, but I could only take on so many of them.”

He shrugged lightly.

It was clear that Soliael held no ill will towards anyone that attacked him. They had done it to survive, and so had Soliael. To him the scar was nothing, not even a reminder of things that had happened. It was simply a mark on him, nothing more, nothing less. His hand prickled against the back of her neck, massing slightly with round motions of his index finger, an attempt to relax her.

 

[Kira Talith]

The Pit. Images would draw from the fore of her mind. His memories. The nav points connected. He had been surrounded. Alone. Yet he survived.

The dribble of his fingers would cause her shift slightly, a small hitch of breath falling from her lips. It only served to draw her closer to him. She gave a slight nod, only that followed the slight drop of her head just under his jaw as he began to massage her neck. Lids would lower to half mask, a soft sigh of contentment at the touch. It felt heavenly.

The skim of her fingers would follow her, coming to rest along side his throat. There a larger scar a shade lighter than the color of his skin would draw her attention. Ever so delicately, she would start to trace with the pad of her finger over the mar.

"And this?" came her husky murmur.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

He hummed quietly as her finger traced over the scar on his throat and slightly more. It was a noise of pleasure, of contentment The pads of his own fingers dug into her neck ever so slightly, massaging and soothing her. The smile across his face spread slightly, able to feel her move closer to him. The intoxication continued as she pressed against him, the pleasure of her smell enticing him to no end.

“A Drexl.” Soliael said quietly.

The False God smiled slightly, not disturbed by the memory.

“My mother was training me to tame them.” Her smiled at the thought. “It proved difficult. They're not very patient or kind animals.”

His eyes finally opened, orange orbs appearing as his head turned downward towards her. His smile told of a mix of nostalgia, and contentment with his world. There was a certain pleasure in him, not sexual, but a pleasure that only came from having ones desires met.

Kira filled those desires.

 

[Kira Talith]

Her own smile would curve over her lips, the description drew a ghost of her own nostalgia. She understood it, felt it as her own. His gaze would fall upon the crown of her head, and he'd be able to see the mirror of quiet contentment drift over her own face.

"Onderon." She'd say lightly, her breath at his throat as she murmured the name of his homeworld. He'd feel the slight drift of her fingers draw lower, tracing the line of his clavicle, mapping the differences between them.

The more his fingers would work on the nape of her neck, the more content she'd grow. A soft sigh of pleasure would slip her lips, and while he would draw open his eyes, hers would fall shut.

"Tell me about her," Kira would ask, an image blooming in her mind of an exotically dark haired beauty. "Your mother." Maybe it was because Kira never knew her own. Or maybe it was due to the medley of memories she'd received from him. Either way, there was true fondness there for the woman, making the curious Lorrdian want to know more.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael remained quiet for a time, simply massaging Kiras neck.

"She is a strong woman. Emotionless, strong, but never willing to fail. She eas less of a mother to me and more of a friend. Though she raised me well, she was someone I could always count on as a confidant and partner on crime." He smiled. No Quietus had never been much of a parental figure, his Oma had taken care of that. Quietus has been ever the friend, ever the advocate of mischief and shenanigans. His smile deepened as he remembered the time spent with his mother in the outer rim. The planets and star systems they had visited.

The pads of his fingers still worked in calm steady circles.

Soliael moved his head forward bringing his lips to her forehead in a soft affectionate kiss. The breath of her was almost too much at this distance.

 

[Kira Talith]

Kira couldn't help the small upward curve of her lip as she felt the warm press of a kiss upon her brow. Her bare shoulders would rise a bit, snuggling into the embrace. It was nice. Warm. Quite unlike anything she'd ever felt before.

How curious.

It was more than just the act of the press of lips. No it was the curious content feeling it conveyed. She felt cared for. Small, but.. Safe.

It was a rather odd thing.

Her fingers would slowly doodle their way down through the whorls of hair over his chest. Soft circles of intermittent caresses mixed with light scratches. Touching. Constantly touching. She could feel the warmth of his skin. The beat of his heart. The rise and fall of his chest and the low steady thrum of his voice as he spoke. It had a low purr like quality akin to a cat, lulling her.

"She sounds lovely." She'd say. Then cracked a grin, a memory coming to her. Not her own. A lesson. "Even if she tossed you off a balcony."

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

He gave a quiet chuckle at her words. His mother? Lovely? That was not an adjective anyone had ever used to describe her in his presence, in fact he doubted it had ever been sued to describe her at all. No, Quietus was many things. Strong, fierce, independent, a bit of a trickster, but not lovely. Still, the sentiment in Kira's voice made him grin.

He had forgotten for a time that she had not had the luxury of parents. Kira was an orphan, never having met her father or mother. She had been alone. His hand adjusted slightly, squeezing her gently, comforting her for a hurt that had likely long ago passed from her mind.

“It was a cliff.” The False God said with a wry grin. “How else was I to properly learn to control my Skreeve?”

There was a serene calm that lay over both of them. The stark contrast to their lives, the powerful antithesis to what they had endured seemed to completely escape Soliael in that moment. To him, he was simply happy. She was within his arm, touching him and relaxing besides him. He could not ask for more, he could not want for more.

His lips kissed the top of her head.

 

[Kira Talith]

There came a small half chuckle. "Mmm, right. I guess that feat falls to me then?" She'd say in a half sleepy tone, still idly doodling over his chest with the pads of her fingers. It was in reference to what had occurred during the start of there supposed quiet walk outside that turned into a quest for survival.

The pressure of his hug made her feel snug, and she gave a small shift, her slender leg sliding up a bit against his. Hip to hip, she settled snugly against him, her subtle curves against his hard lines. The more he kept massaging the naps of her neck and pressing small kisses over the fringe of her bangs on her forehead, the more it appeared he was lulling her into this half awake lull.

"What else did you learn from her?" She'd ask. There were pieces of things she knew, but out of context. Besides, she really enjoyed hearing it from Soliael himself. There was just something about the tenor of his voice as he spoke low by her ear that she enjoyed so.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

“She taught me to survive.” Soliael said his fingers digging into her and his head slowly turning down so he could kiss her brow. “She taught me to be strong, to have fun, and that I am my own person. Not beholden to anyone, not even her.”

His mother had always been big on independence, even with her own parents. He had learned about his grandmother as well, though from her holocron, not from the woman himself. He frowned slightly, remembering the knowledge that he had gained on Myrkyr about his mothers mother. That had always been a woman he had wanted to meet, yet she had passed long before his birth.

“She is a woman with many talents.” Half of which he didn't even know.

That was the way of things. Quietus had always volunteered information to him, unless it was something that she thought better kept a secret. The name of his father had been one of the few things she had kept from him, a decision that in the end had been a wise one. There was no secrets between the two really, but Soliael knew that his mother knew far more than she let on.

Just like her own grandmother.

 

[Kira Talith]

Up and over her fingers would trail upon the brawn of his shoulders. There she would map the mars and lines of his skin. A half smile would linger over her lips as she heard him speak about his mother. Perhaps even a bit of longing. How would that have felt like? To have a mother like Soliael's? Is it the same as the which the Jedi Masters had shown her at the temple? No, probably not.

A slow exhale would come streaming down her lips then. Unable to help herself, she turned her head towards the press of his lips upon her forehead. It was nice.

This was nice.

It should be confusing, but it was starting to become a bit clearer. At the present time though she was enjoying this. All she's knew this evening when she woke is that she knew something new now that she didn't before. That in the back of her mind something was making her feel like she simply wanted to get to know him better now.

Her fingers would start to drift down, following the path of his arm until they would start to snake down over his flank.

"When did you see her last?" Came her next query.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

He let out a sigh, and leaned down further. There was a smile on his face, and he actually had to scoot slightly downward to bring himself more even with where Kira was. He grinned slightly, and then kissed her on the nose again, still feeling her hands trail down him, and letting his own fingers massage Kira's neck.

Briefly he wondered how it felt for her.

Was she in the same state as him? The same ethereal floating that he was experience from the feel of her?

“Months ago, on Onderon.” Soliael said calmly. Had it really been that long? Months? He recalled the last time they had seen one another. He had gone to Onderon to meet with and speak with her. It didn't matter really, months were nothing in their lifespans. He had gone far longer without seeing his mother, and would again, though he assumed she would eventually come visit him.

He moved slightly and kissed Kira's cheek lightly, his eyes shifting to look at her own.

"I'll see her again soon." He shrugged very lightly. "We forge our own paths, my grandmother says we both hold the same independent streak."

That thought made him smile.

 

[Kira Talith]

Large blue eyes would open at the press of his lips against her nose, which in turn she promptly wiggled as the sensation would tickle. So much so that her free hand that had been resting against his chest while the other explored would lift to scratch the tip of it.

The kiss on her cheek would reveal a rare dimple, her widening smile drawing over her face. Strands of blonde hair would tickle her cheek and curl round her neck. Every small rotating of his fingerpads over her neck would push her further into that lull. At this distance, it was clear that the Lorrdian was enjoying the massage as much as a cat did the stroke of its masters hand.

"So free with your kisses," she'd say in a light tease, just as the hand that had gone drifting over and past his torso would slide up his back, training the line of his spine.

"Does your mother take after your grandmother?"

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

He smiled at her comment.

“Only with you.” The sly words came so easily that he did not even realize he said them, though they ere not punctuated with another kiss. Instead he lined himself up with her, allowing his face to become completely even with her own, his lips standing next o hers, and his eye staring into deep fields of icy blue.

“She is my great grandmother technically.” Soliael explained. His Grandmother had died long before his birth, a sad fact that he had accepted long ago. “And no. The two could not be more different.”

Silencia was patient, kind, even loving at times. Quietus was none of those things. It suited Soliael just fine. Both women had their odd little quirks that made them who they were, both had personalities that made them strong and dominant in their own ways, and both cared for their family, even if one of them hardly ever showed it.

 

[Kira Talith]

"Flatterer." came her teasing quip, the corner of her mouth curving upward to deepen that dimple on her cheek. None the less, the reply would send electric flutters in her belly. It pleased her for some reason.

His orange eyes were full of emotion. A mischievous there along with charm he very well knew her had. However, there was also a deep affection for his great-grandmother when he spoke of her. It piqued her curiosity, the women in this man's life that had raised him to be who he was now.

The hand that had risen to scratch her nose would turn, booping the tip of his in turn with a light press. It was a playful gesture, one that she'd then would trail off to trace the single scar that cut his cheek. The hand at his back would halt it's movement, resting for the present time.

"How is she different?" Kira would ask, her voice but a low murmur, their faces mere inches apart.