Wake Up

[Soliath Devin Talith]

As soon as Kira's finger left his nose, Soliael moved forward and kissed Kira on the lips. A small slightly lingering peck on her mouth that was accented by the soft press of fingers on the small of her neck.

When he pulled back there was a smile on his face. “Automatic reaction.”

He explained with a grin.

Then he thought of his grandmother, of the differences between her and Quietus. There were numerous. Of course there were similarities as well, but also grand differences. Had it been up to his mother for instance Soliael may never have even been born, while Silencia had insisted on it. Coupled with that and her more nurturing Side Silencia was quite different from Quietus.

“They're both strong, both confident and knowledgeable, but Grandmother is kinder. She is more cunning but not more intelligent. She is the nurturer, the one to take care.” He explained quietly, smiling at ancient memories.

 

[Kira Talith]

In a blink of an eye, Soliael would steal another kiss from Kira. Her blue eyes would widen slightly, but not in surprise. Instead there would reflect within them a faint flutter of delight, warmth deepening the dimpled smile.

“What? This is?” she’d give a light press of her finger on the tip of his nose again as if to test a theory. Her remarks about his grandmother would have to wait in the wake of her playful nature rising at his bait.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael moved forward once again.

This time the kiss was slightly deeper, his arm around her tightening, his hand on her neck prodding her forward, and their lips meeting in a slightly more passionate embrace. Only two seconds later, Soliael pulled back from Kira, this time his eyes crossed, looking towards his own nose.

“What happened?” Soliael said, pretending he had no memory.

 

[Kira Talith]

Soliael would be able to feel the smile over his own as he’d kiss her anew. This time, her lids would lower, and Kira would sink into the fluttery sensation he’d evoke within her. The tightening of his hold would only heighten the feeling, and she couldn’t help but curl her fingers upon his back.

Lids would open just as he broke the kiss, catching sight of his silly expression. Narrowing her eyes with her own version of impish mischievousness, Kira would say, “Oh? You don’t remember?” She’d inch forward, whispering with dramatic overtones.

“You handed over your best pair of hoverskates. They are alllll mine now, kiddo.” she’d tease, this time booping him on the tip of his nose with her own, wiggling it against it in a Ortolan kiss.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

He let her play with the tip of his nose for a few moments, smiling slightly.

It was an oddity. He was nearly to hundred and fifty years old, ancient by most accounts, and yet here he lay in bed, entangled with a Jedi Master playing like a couple of school children. Oddly, that thought didn't evoke any sort of emotion at all, none but amusement. He was okay with it, he was okay with being reduced to a fawning child.

Odd.

“I'm not so sure you're telling the truth.” Soliael said as the last swipe of her nose when over his. “I'm going to have to get it out of you.”

The False God moved in an kissed Kira again, deeper, more passionate than both times before.

 

[Kira Talith]

So the button worked regardless of what manner it was delivered. A giggle would bubble between them just before Soliael would claim her lips anew. This time, he managed to leave her breathless and prompt her hands to do their own wandering. She simply couldn’t get enough of him.

This time, however, she’d roll onto her back, right hand rising to cup his cheek while the other would sweep up to his shoulder, pressing him closer. Awkward kisses were awkward, but if anything, Kira had the innate ability to be a great mimic. It was progress, perhaps. Practice makes perfect right? The shyness would still linger, but in her kiss he’d taste her curiosity and tentative eagerness.

There was just something about him. In his scent, his playfulness that matched her own, the way he’d kiss her. He was like candy, sickly sweet and she just couldn’t get enough.

Whoaa, there Kira. Just what are you doing?! That voice in the back of her mind would poke at her with a stick, wanting to remind her to get her head out of the clouds and follow the rules. To worry about the cavities that would follow due to nomming this growing bit of guilty pleasure.

Ahh, but it was just so easy to keep on doing this.

And she was never one to be a strict stickler to rules.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

This time it was Kira who led things, something of a surprise.

She pulled at him, grabbing him so he ended up on top of her, kissing her and pulling her close to him with his other arm. Her scent switched, it became wanting, needing, demanding. He grinned as their lips touched, The close embrace stirring something within both of them.

Her forwardness was unexpected, her kiss differing from the few times before.

She moved more confidently, her lips pressing more against him, her hands drifted over his back and face, Her body pressed into his. Her sheepishness, though still there, had subsided, and instead Kira had thrown herself head first into Soliael, figuratively.

His grip tightened, his lips pressed against hers, and his tongue began to move.

 

[Kira Talith]

Well! Okay! So doing good! Kira’s internal voice would give a small cheer, granted she was still unsteady about what she was supposed to do at this point. That thing with the tongue and all was still confusing.

The embrace would deepen by his lead now, and that took Kira a bit by surprise. Rhythm was clearly out of the water at the start, enough for an accidental nip at his lower lip with one tooth.

Opps!

She would break it off to take a breath and laugh, lids at half mast while her fingers would curl about the nape of his neck.

“Sorry.” came her breathless apology, staring up into his orange eyes with deep sapphire blue darkened in slightly flustered emotion.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael felt the nip against his lower lip and winced slightly, though when Kira back off he didn't show any annoyance or anger, simply a flat grin.

“Looks like we'll have to practice more.” His voice sounded so calm, so confident, that the look in his eye was almost too enticing.

He leaned into her, but not to kiss her lips. Instead he very gently began to kiss her neck. His lips pressed against supple skin, tracing and moving all around her throat with soft, but pressured kisses. His hand on the back of her neck kept massaging, the hand on her hip shifted slightly, pulling her up and into him as he kissed.

 

[Kira Talith]

The butterflies went wild.

It all started with a deep suction of air through her mouth, her eyes fluttering shut as those tiny shivers of pleasure would flow in the wake of the warm trail his lips traced. Her fingertips would tighten their hold, pressing indentations on his skin as the need to hold tightly onto something, anything, became a dire necessity, as if that was the only thing holding her back from a precipice.

Back would arch into him, and sweet pressure would grow. Her head went tilting back, allowing him more access. Granted, the brush of the scrape of his jaw would break that allure he had over her temporarily, as her body would shudder under a series of small giggles from the ticklish sensation.

“Stop that!” the Lorrdian would say with a near breathless abandon, trying to push at his shoulders to get him up.

Ahh… but do you really mean it? The question would plague her. A voice in the back of her mind would say otherwise.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael kissed once, twice, then three times more, even through her objection he could feel that she was fighting with herself. He grinned slightly, kissing his way up from her neck and towards her ear, he stopped just an inch below he earlobe, grinning slightly and whispering to her.

“But I have to find out the truth.” His words were slightly rushed.

He start kissing again.

His lip planted on her skin again, kissing his way down her neck.

This time he lingered with each kiss, letting his lips press against her skin for longer each time.

 

[Kira Talith]

"You can't handle the--- truth!" came her subsequent quip only to be cut off by a low strained breath. The whisper of his voice had slingshot an electric rush down her spine and low in her belly. Her eyes would shut tightly as he would start to unlock that physical combination to elicit a response from her as old as time. Highly sensitive, the following moments would be a blur of just pleasurable sensations. Her awakening arousal would hit them both, an upward lift of her hips responding to her quickening need to squirm her legs, tangling against the blankets and his own.

Was it just her or was it starting to get really hot in here? .

" Better... kiss those .... Hoverskates good--" she gave a low gasp, failing to complete her sentence as he'd dip farther along her clavicle.

Breathe. Just breathe.

Ahh, but that felt so good.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

His kisses became longer still, small nips and the lightest of pulls on her flesh dotted her neck. Over and over as he body bucked against him. His hand slowly snaked away from her neck, the pads of his fingers sliding down her back and up her side, resting on the scarred abdomen that she had shown him, that she had so bravely told him about.

It was funny how one forgot within the throws of passion.

Soliaels mind was a blur, his thoughts, his reactions, everything he did was an instinct. The kissing of her neck, the pull of his arm, the caressing of her skin as his hand slowly moved up. It was all done without thought, no intention save to full fill that innate primal desire, no plan save to fulfill the need that Kira showed, to grasp and please her.

That was all his mind was filled with.

The only thing that went through his head and his hand snaked up towards her chest.

And it was the last he remembered.

 

[Kira Talith]

Some time later…

It was very difficult to process things. This should be easy. It really should.

But it wasn’t.

Granted, Kira felt as if she’d been spinning round and round with her arms wide open under a brilliant summer sky. Dizzy until she couldn’t take any more and she’d fallen onto the softest of beds of soft green grass.

Her blood was rushing through her veins. Skin aglow, rippling with tingles that even the tips of her fingers and the bottom of her nine toes couldn’t help but curl. It had been so hard to breathe, to remember the necessary intake of air. But with every deep breath she had only gotten more intoxicated, heady with the scent of Soliael. Of him. Of her. Of them both.

It’s like he read her with an intimacy of her own kind, so much that it would send what she was sure would be a permanent hot wave of color to her cheeks. Embarrassment would fan the desire to hide her face under the covers. More so at the taunting sounds in memory of her own behavior. Rather shameless behavior. She was a blob of discombobulating reactions! But she couldn’t help it. Everything was so new. The way he would make her body thrum. Reacting and changing to every subtle sign she’d give until she just… shattered into a million pieces.

OhStars!!

Really, it made her aware at just how easily she could be read. Did he know? Could he tell? Of course he could! Right?

Truth be told the Lorrdian should know; she should be able to read him like a book. Yet to her disconcertment, she had been too focused on what he’d made her feel she hadn’t had the chance to truly see him. It was all just a blur of whimpers, sighs, and a muffled cry.

Mine to be exact…

Beans… enter a low groan that would end with her hands to her face.

Okay… okay… You can save this Kira. You can do it. Changing the topic…

There came a distinct hungry growl from her stomach.

Well that’s one way to do it.

“Feed me, boyo.” came her muffled embarrassed command.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael traced his fingers around the scars on her thigh, his middle finger running around her kin in careful intricate motions. He was lost in the sensation, the feel of her. Their smells ad long ago mixed, and a Soliael lay in place with his finger moving about slowly. The False God was still intertwined with his tiny little Jedi Master. He smiled slightly as the beat of her heart quickened, the flesh on her skin heated, and her face grew red.

He could still read her.

Not as well as she could he at times, but he could tell her reactions well enough.

She had been pleased, very much so, but now it seemed that she was faltering slightly. Perhaps it was because of her upbringing, the prudish nature of the Jedi having closeted her somewhat against these kinds of experiences. Or maybe it was simply her own nature, that profound innocents being surprised when it did something...naughty.

He smiled slightly, remembering the push against him.

His eyebrow quirked up when she spoke in a muffle tone from beneath the covers, his lips turning upward into a smile as his hand came to a sudden stop on her thigh.

“What would you like?” He asked quietly.

Soliael was intent on giving Kira everything could ever need, or want.

 

[Kira Talith]

The slide of his idle doodling would make her leg twitch and quiver every now and then. In it she would struggle with the desire to pull away and the one to keep it there. It was rather frustrating. Granted, she had done the same to him earlier…

So she couldn’t be one to talk.

At his question, Kira’s fingers would slowly curl over the edge of the covers. Her blonde head would slowly start to appear over it until pale blue eyes would peek over at him. There it was. His smile.

Commence flutters again.

“...nutmeat and jelly sandwich.” the petite Lorrdian Jedi would say. Really, the midnight snack of Jedi Guardian champions right there.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael looked at her, quirking his eyebrow slightly.

How fancy.

He leaned down and kissed Kira on her forehead before quickly rolling out of the other side of the bed. His feet hit the floor and a slight chill ran through his spine, though there was no showing of it save for a trail of goosebumps that shot up his back. He turned towards her, his eyes shifting over her beneath the covers and smiling slightly. There was an odd sensation that ran through him, one he couldn't qute explain.

“Coming right up.” He said moving out of the room.

A quick journey to the kitchens wouldn't take long. Kira could stay and rest in bed, something she was still in desperate need of, while he went and got her food.

He himself still wasn't hungry, and likely wouldn't be for another day or so. Feeding gave one a remarkably high amount of energy and sustenance, something that Soliael had always been rather thankful for, especially during his days in the outer rim. With another look back at her, Soliael moved out the door.

 

[Kira Talith]

Fingers would rub slightly at the spot where he’d left a departing kiss, her fingers playing with the fringe of her hair, and she couldn’t help the half loopy smile she shined at him as he gave one last parting look.

How he could just walk off as naked at the day he was born without a care… Kira could only shake her head.

Granted, she could not complain about the departing view.

Mix mutt genetics at its finest.

OhmygoodnesswhatareyouthinkingKira?!

He left and that ended with her tossing herself back onto her back with a groan, fisted blankets at her face.

Enter the slight kicking of her legs in frustration.

Finally, she’d stop, swinging herself back upright in a sitting position, blanket held to her chest. She’d blow a hot puff of air up her face, sending the fringe of her bangs flying up in blonde tuffs amidst her well tousled bedhead.

Right, time to get situated. Now that she could breathe a bit. He made it hard to when he was around. Thumpa thump thump! went her heart.

A survey of the spartan area would bring to focus another set of doors. A dire biological need and the rather slick feeling she felt over her teeth would remind her of her more mortal hygienic necessities.

Bare feet would touch the cold floor, and a haphazard wrap around of a single white bed sheet would retain her modesty. She was part of the burlap brigade; if she couldn’t make a robe or a toga out of a sheet of fabric she really was hurting.

A flick of her hair would send the blonde locks settling over her bare shoulders and back, a tuck here and there would secure the sheet. Tada! Strike a winning pose! Ahh, ow pain.Yeaaaaah… okay, so her hip did not like that idea. Note to self, don’t twist too sharply to the right.

The new set of doors was indeed a refresher. Big without the fancy decor, which was fine by her. She was more used to this.

After paying respects to a porcelain god and leaving her tribute in a flush, Kira would make headway to wash her hands. So much water! Such a waste. A good sonic cleaner would do the trick. Figures that she was still thinking in terms of penny pinching. Either way, she had to clean her own fangs - heh okay that was funny - and so far she found a sonic cleaner and toothpaste.

Not to be presumptuous, she made due with a slab of the minty stuff on her finger and tried to clean up as much as she could. Fresh clean teeth a few minutes later saw Kira leaning close to a mirror with a wide mouth inspection. Good enough!

That’s when she peered at her reflection rather critically… and gave a slight pause. The woman she saw staring back at her made her give a slight double take.

Is that really me?

Granted, the cheeks were a bit more sunk in. There were cuts here and there, her hair was a tangle of a bird nest, and she certainly was a bit paler than usual.. But it was in the eyes.

Right there, in her eyes.

A knowledge that had not been there before. An excitement. An awareness.

A flushing would color her cheeks as she’d lean a bit closer, her hair falling forward prompting the slight tucking of it behind her ears. That’s when she saw them. The four small punctures barely healing along the curve of her neck.

Images came to her mind. Memories. The stab of pain. The sensation of Soliael drinking her blood. My blood. The events after.

Her fingers would give a slight tremble as she’d slowly drift her fingers over them.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

“I can heal those.” Soliael said quietly from the doorway.

In his hand was a plate with two pieces of bread atop it. Between the bread lay two spreads and a few crumbs lay scattered about the porcelain. Making the sandwich hadn't been difficult, unsurprisingly he had found everything he needed in one of the smaller kitchens on this level, and his own culinary skill was such that he had made the thing perfectly. Noticeably, the sandwich was slightly toasted on either side.

Soliael didn't pay attention to the food however.

No, he didn't care about that.

He had walked back into the room to find Kira missing from his massive bed, the lack of covers told him that she had ventured off somewhere and the open refresher doors had pointed the way for him almost instantly. His trip to the kitchen had taken a minute or two at most, so he had returned only a minute after she had finished 'brushing' her teeth.

Soliael had watched her then.

He had seen the critical look in her eye, the observant face, the slight hints of judgment followed by embarrassment.

The False God had watched her inspect herself, thinking only one thing as she had done so. There stands a divine, and unlike me, a real one. It resonated within him, though it slowly faded away as he saw her gaze fall to the four puncture marks on her neck. His own eyes followed in the mirror, and he frowned slightly.

To him the fresh wounds were beautiful, an expression of something. He doubted that Kira felt the same way.

 

[Kira Talith]

That blonde head would swivel over in mild surprise, catching his his solemn and pensive expression. How could he move so quietly? Then again, the image of that supple predatory walk and shift of muscles of his Garhoon nature made that answer very clear.

Under those features blessed by Hapan and exotic Zeltron beauty, lay a hunter. A predator as quick and agile as a Jeco. That he could move without a sound was just as much part of his being as the orange glow of his eyes.

Eyes that had replaced a once painful memory of her past, becoming her present. The now.

Kira would give him a sheepish smile, nibbling on her lower lip.

“It’s okay.” she’d tell him, straightening in her makeshift robe. The soft swish of fabric following the wake of her slow amble to him.

“I don’t mind.” her head would go tilting up towards him, their height differences pronounced as she came to a stop before him.

Her hands would reach for the plate, taking it in her grasp. Standing on tippy toe, she’d make to press a kiss on his cheek. A time for firsts and willingly without prompting. It spoke spades.

“Thank you.. for the sandwich.” she’d smile up at him, but not without a small sense of worry fluttering over her expression. For him. Something plagued his mind.

“What’s wrong?”