Wake Up

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Her words made his face break out into a smile.

She didn't hate them.

There was something in that, there was something there. Four puncture marks, for marring points on her skin that Soliael had put there, and she didn't mind. There was something to that. She didn't love them, but she didn't hate them either. An odd sense of satisfaction filled him for a few moments, one that didn't quite go away even when she spoke again.

“Stubbed my toe.” Soliael said pointing down at his foot.

His body language had improved significantly since she had said the words, since she had said she didn't mind the scars. It was an odd thing, the fact that he cared so much, the fact that for him it was actually enough to bring worry, if not fear. Perhaps it was because he still thought of himself as a Monster, a creature of death and scars, not something all that different from Nemene.

Her acceptance meant a great deal to him.

Likely more than she could ever know.

“Eat up.” He commanded playfully. “It took me hours to make that.”

 

[Kira Talith]

It was fascinating, seeing the sweep of emotions that went drifting over his face. None all the more than the sudden brightening of his expression, like a youngling who had been granted a rare Life Day treat. It was infectious, widening her own. He was so deviously handsome with that note of mischievousness in his eyes.

Pleasure and contentment would flare within his eyes as he'd look down at her. It was such a curious sight. The tension in his body he'd been holding relaxed. His eyes were crinkling at the corners…and for a moment he looked unburdened, and young, and maybe even content.

"Uh huh.. stubbed your toe?" she raised her brows dubiously, "Then why aren't you hopping around?" she'd tease, flicking her finger over the brawn of his upper arm. Tummy rumbling, she'd take a crack at the nutbutter and jelly sandwich. Delight would bathe her features. It even been toasted!

"Hours huh? Ground the flour and baked the bread too, hmm?" she'd quip, starting to walk past him as one corner of the toasted sandwich would pop into her mouth. Crumbs would scatter, but she didn't care. The sticky, nutty, sweet, and crunchy texture was a joy.

A muffled "Dis is ahmazing!" came next, talking with her mouth full for a bit as she worked through the perils of what sticky nutbutter would do when eaten. A few crumbs sticking to her lips that she'd catch with a sweep of the pale pink tip of her tongue.

That's when she'd offer a bite for him to take with a silly smile.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

“I have incredibly high tolerance for pain.” Soliael said deadpan as his gaze followed her out of the refresher.

Glowing orange passed over her makeshift robe, smiling slightly as she moved passed him. She was oddly resourceful at times. He supposed that was the Jedi training in her. The burning of excrement, making robes, how she warmed him when he had nearly frozen to death. Perhaps the Jedi weren't entirely useless in their training. For someone so relatively young Kira already knew quite a bit about most things.

He wondered how deep that knowledge truly went.

An idea popped into his head, the smile on his face growing slightly larger.

The smile only grew when like a child Kira spewed crumbs from her mouth in a muffled speech that told of her satisfaction with the sandwich he had made her. He turned from where he had been in the door and observed her eating, then offering him a piece of her food. Soliael raised his palm as if to stop her.

“Thats alright.” He said with a shake of his head. “I'll be more than full for a bit.”

Briefly his eyes cast to the wounds of her neck, then back to her face, an indication of what he was actually talking about.

 

[Kira Talith]

Both brows rose as she shot him a disbelieving look edged with humor, "So nothing ever hurts you?" came Kira's subsequent question, bringing the sandwich back to her mouth to take a slow bite. She was curious, just how long would he be sated with what he took from her? It was evident on her expression even if it wasn't voiced aloud.

That's when he did it again. He smiled.

He did things to her, she realized. Strange, shivery things that left her breathless. He need only to look at her -- not in his usual, conversational way, but to really look at her, to let his eyes settle on hers, deeply amber and insightful, and she felt naked, her soul bared.

Her eyes grew inquisitive. What was that smile all about? "What?" she'd ask, trying to hide the blush on her cheeks due to her wayward thoughts by asking a question.

"Do I have have nutbutter on me or are you just plotting my dastardly demise?" she'd joke, brushing away any would be crumbs off her mouth just in case.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

It had been nearly a decade since he last fed. Ten years without the lifeblood of another person. In the Pit he had fed regularly. People had been easy enough to come by and it had been necessary in order to keep his strength and alertness up. Sleep had never really come to him within the depths of the prison, mostly because at all times he had to be careful of the knife coming for his back.

Kira had tasted sweet.

That was the only way that he could possibly describe it, sweet and sustaining like the richest form of chocolate imaginable. The taste of her still lingered on the back of his tongue, and the reminder of her still lay within his head. “It'll be another day or two before I have to eat again.”

“And...I didn't say I don't hurt.” Soliael said as he walked out from beneath the doorway and over towards her. “I simply said I tolerate it.”

He grinned, his smile reaching his eyes, eyes that seemed to give off a playfully predatory glow. His steps took him closer to her, naked as he still was. “Neither. I'm simply observing something beautiful.”

That was the truth of it.

His hand slipped around her back, pulling her close.

 

[Kira Talith]

Kira was caught between the need to pummel him with her fist as he drew her close, and well, the slight hitch of breath. Granted, pummeling him with her fist would smash her half-eaten sandwich and there was no way she was going to do that!

For a few seconds she couldn’t do anything but stare at him, breathless-- literally, she thought, quite literally without breath. Funny, she’d always thought it was a metaphor. Breathless. Breathless.

Naked as he was, in his prime. That mischievous predatory light that shone from his eyes as he looked at her. The rippling of sinew and muscles in the faint light. Truth be told, he was extraordinary.

"Well...can't blame you on that." she began, head tilted back to look up at his face, her hair flowing over her back and shoulders. She slowly began to wave the sandwich.

"It is pretty darn goodlooking sandwich," came her low amused murmur -- just as she took another crunchy bite in defiance.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

He smiled at her, but didn't say anything in response.

Instead his arm slipped out from around her after a slight squeeze, only a small pull that told of some affection from him towards her. Then he moved away from her and towards a closet in the corner, the only other piece of furniture in the room besides the bed. From it he pulled a few articles of clothing, mostly a simple pair of pants and a shirt as well as underwear.

He imagined that Kira would be somewhat please.

Or very disappointed.

Yet for what he had thought of he needed clothes. This room was warm enough due to their body heat and the general air, but the rest of the Fortress would still be rather cold. Too cold for her to wear just a bed sheet, as great a shame as that was.

When he finished dressing Soliael returned to her, noting the small pile of crumbs that had now formed at her feet.

Struggling to hold back a chuckle, Soliael reached up and wiped away a slight schmear of nutbutter from her lips.

 

[Kira Talith]

Mores the pity, Kira would catch herself thinking, shocking herself at such a thought. Her punishment was another mouthful of the sandwich, chewing furiously through the last bit of nutbutter and jelly to keep her mind occupied.

At least until she felt the brush of his finger against her lip, nutbutter sticking to it in its wake. She flushed. "I could have gotten that." Kira would tell him, and promptly did so by licking off what little remained on her lip.

She caught the shudder of his shoulders, the mirth in his eyes. He was laughing at her! This time, she did strike. In the form of a small punch to his upper arm to be precise. Although granted, fat lot of hurt that would do.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

He grinned at her punch.

It was a small jab into the side of his shoulder. A day ago it would have sent a fiery lance of pain throughout his entire body, but since then he'd already healed quite a bit due to feeding and the natural passage of time. Her jab did very little save for causing a dull throb, one that he could very easily ignore. His grin widened suddenly, and he dashed forward.

Gently, but with a firmness to his grip Soliael picked Kira up by her hips, tossing her over his shoulder in one quick smooth motion. He gripped her, and began to waltz out the door, headed towards her bedroom.

She wouldn't find clothes in his room after all.

 

[Kira Talith]

Kira's shriek of laughter and feint indignation would go echoing throughout the room and down the hall. She couldn't quite pummel his back, but she proceeded to wiggle and squirm as much as she could.

He held her legs firmly, so the only option was to poke at his back with her fingers. Which granted, was a bit difficult as the veil of her blonde hair had fallen forward, covering her eyes and making it a hassle to keep of her face as she'd laugh and say, "Put me down!"

More laughter and a series of pokes would follow suit. Even the temptation of smacking the well formed rear of his rose, as it would mockingly stare up at her as he would endearingly limp to her room.

"You'll hurt your leg, you nitwit!"

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael moved rather quickly for a man that was technically still injured. The limp in his leg made for an awkward gait, and the poking against his back made him smile, if not outright laugh.

Even False Gods were ticklish.

“No no, its fine.” Soliael said with a grin. “High tolerance for pain, remember?”

Only a minute or two later he busted into Kiras room. There they found a freshly made bed and a restocked closet. The servants had of course been busy, and likely by now they had found clothes that actually fit Kira. He grinned as he saw the bed, and stopping only a few feet before it he proceeded to pick Kira up from his shoulder and toss her into the soft coverings.

He only waited seconds before jumping on top of her.

 

[Kira Talith]

Her world spun and suddenly Kira went bouncing on top of her bed. Laughter and giggles ensued, more so once Soliael followed her after, the heavy weight of his body sinking her deeper into the sea of blankets. Her hair would fan out behind her in a blonde curtain, bright ice blue eyes shining up at him with impish mirth. There was renewed color in her face, the rest had done her well.

Or maybe it was just Sol?

Fingers would drift over his back, not in long sweeping caresses but in light fluttery probes to find specific spots. Ticklish spots. She would get her revenge!!

"You'll pay for that!" came her threat through breathless chortles, shoving at him so she could gain the advantage and settle on top. The sheet she'd wrapped round would shift amidst her struggles, but she didn't pay it any mind. Save for the slight rush of goosebumps at the chill in the air, it was of no consequence.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

As she landed atop him, with finger aiming to poke gentle spots on his torso Soliael couldn't help but grin. She was tiny, and in reality he could overpower her likely with a flick of her wrist, especially now, but where was the fun in that. Instead, he observed her move, her body dancing atop him slightly and the sheet slowly falling away from her.

Suddenly his face split.

“Will I?” Soliael said through stifled laughter.

Slyly, with deft fingers Soliael pulled at the rest of the sheet that surrounded Kira. His hands moved to fling the fabric away, revealing Kira wholly.

 

[Kira Talith]

Kira gave a slight gasp of shock. Hands immediately went to cover her chest, and her jaw dropped at the sneaky dirty move he made. Granted, she couldn't help the second nature that came at the need to shield herself. It just happened. Even if he had seen everything already.

She sat straddling him, back straight as the sheet would slide down to her waist. With her hair mused by slumber and his earlier antics, the Lorrdian Jedi had this unique flushed beauty about her. Or perhaps it was something more innate. Something that shone from within that would give her skin a glow despite the various wounds here and there. Regardless of the yellowing bruises that lingered over her torso -- in spite of the pale pink lines of scars that ran under the curve of her flat belly.

It was clear she wasn't upset. Just surprised. One that was quickly washed away as she kept one free hand over humble curves and the other returned to prodding his sides. Laughter shone in her eyes, and the dimples flashed anew.

"You no good, scruffy faced, CHEAT!"

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

He grinned.

His hand shot up to catch her's, halting the poking to his chest. His fingers intertwined with her own, locking them in place. His other arm moved up snaking behind her as his abs flexed to bring him even with her. The sensation of her earlier tickling still ran through him, and a gleeful smile brought the pressed of his lips down on her neck again.

“Its not cheating.” Soliael claimed as he pulled her against him using his arm, and the intertwined fingers that he had locked in place. “Simply taking advantage of opportunity.”

Always the optimist, always the talker.

He kissed her neck gently, placing his lips on her clavicle and gently moving down, moving against her as she pushed herself up slightly, squirming to escape him.

 

[Kira Talith]

"It's still... cheating!" she'd say stifling a laugh as she'd squirm against him. Well modesty went out the window when he was latched to her neck and causing those ticklish flutters again. Her right hand would press against his chest, sliding a bit over the fabric of his shirt. Her torso would go leaning back, attempting to avoid the rather incessant press of his lips. Unfortunately, she could only go so far due to the press of his other hand at her back.

Foiled again!

The hand he held locked would then rise, as if to bat his face away from her with his own hand.

"Stop hurting yourself! Stop hurting yourself!" she'd tease with a half giggle, bopping him against his jaw and mouth playfully. A shift of hips, and her legs would brace to get her some leverage as if she was about to pull away and take flight.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Before she could jump off of him Soliael exhibited his dominant strength over her. She was still weak, from hunger, from days of travel, from her own healing, that gave him the distinct advantage, even with his wounded leg. He jumped up at her, twisting and sliding slightly so that he once again lay on top of her, one hand pinned with his own above her head and the other behind her back.

“Okay.” He said with a grin.

His lips touched something further down than her clavicle.

Then his head slowly moved back up towards her own, his lips planting on hers before he spoke again. “You know, you really should get some clothes on. At this pace we'll never make it to the library.”

His face was suddenly very stern, as if she had been interfering with his plan the entire time and it was all her fault. Never mind that she was still pinned in place beneath the weight of his body, her arm latched above her head and his face mere centimeters from his own.

 

[Kira Talith]

Her mind went fuzzy again. Memories of a similar nature would pop into her mind and then suddenly it wasn't just the cold that made her body shiver. But she would not be distracted so easily! More so when he stared at her as if this was all her fault! As if!

Her breaths would come in short huffs, chest heaving in exertion, arm stretched high to pull soft skin up and taunt in proud attention. An expression of amused disbelief would go bathing her flushed face, bangs tickling her eyes as she'd say, "Oh, right. Let me get right on it." there came a shrug of her bare shoulder with notable dramatic overtones.

She gave a small buck under him, the sway of curves and her expression of mock shock," My goodness... look at that. Kinda hard to put on clothes when a scruffy faced Nerfherder decides to use me as his bed."

A puff of hot air would blow her bangs from her face in pointed emphasis, sassy blue eyes looking up at him.

"Maybe you should yell at him," she'd say rather smugly, her head tilting upward in defiance.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael took on a look of innocents, then gave a slight shrug.

“I'll think about it.” He said slowly letting go of the hand above her head. He leaned down one more time and pressed a long kiss onto her lips. Then he slowly proceeded to roll to one side of her, relaxing his body and arm so he came crashing down.

His arm was still stuck beneath her, though he could very likely pick her up with just that appendage.

Kira was tiny after all.

“Go on.” Soliael said pointing with his loose hand towards the nearby closet. “Library won't be there all day.”

That was a lie, the library didn't move at all, but she had to get up sometime. It wasn't every day that Soliael would actually ask her to get dressed.

 

[Kira Talith]

"The library?" Kira's ears would perk, the slide of the blanket coming up to shield her chest anew as she would sit up. Bare feet would touch the ground, curling nine toes at the cold. The white fabric would rest just shy of the low of her bare back, held in front with one of her hands. That's when the light would hit the bare skin just so. Enough for the faint lines of five whip marks to shine. They were barely there, one would almost miss them. A testimony of the advanced skills of a Jedi Healer when she was brought to them so young.

She'd make her way over to the closet, a rather curious expression dancing over her face as she'd look over her shoulder at him, "How big of a library we talking here?" she'd ask, opening the closet one door at a time, her petite form disappearing behind it.

"Ohh... shiny." came her soft voice in surprise. What was the cause of this? A blue dress! Granted likely not the best thing to wear but hey it certainly tempted her. Ahh she should be reasonable though.

The sheet went fluttering to her feet amidst a wiggle of toes.