Wake Up

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael stopped suddenly, his lips turning into a light smile as they grazed against her warm skin. His eyes closed for a few seconds, and he left a little nibble on Kira's neck before suddenly pulling back from her exposed flesh.

His lips brushed against her own for a moment, and then he spoke. “What do you propose?”

The False God looked at her with a firm gaze, his eyes looking into her own and holding very strong. It seemed that he was serious, or perhaps he was just very good at faking such an emotion. His lips turned upward into a smile, the serious expression sliding from his face. Oh yes, definitely good at faking it.

“Keep in mind...” He leaned down and kisses her on the lips. “I have the stronger position.”

 

[Kira Talith]

Funny, this was as familiar to her as it was strange. It was exhilarating. So much that she could not help the shiver of excitement racing down her spine.

"I propose..." she began, looking up at him with an impish expression. He had her pinned good with his lower body, there was no way she'd be able to force him off her by herself without the aide of the Force. To be frank, she was enjoying this playful scene. The way he was acting.

It brightened his face an reflected a joy in his eyes she hadn't seen when she first awoke here days ago.

Kira's expression would soften, awareness coming to her. The shudder of laughter would wane, until it was naught but a low chuckle. Her hands would start drifting over the broadness of his shoulders, one hand sweeping up to cup his rough cheek. Her thumb would graze over it, the ticklish sensation of nearly a weeks worth of growth prompting a wider smile.

"I propose that if you let me go... I'll bake you sugar cookies." she offered as her first barter.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael took on a considering moment for a few seconds, his eyes focusing on her lips and his lips thinning in a look of complete thought. Sugar Cookies? They were probably delicious, and given that she had likely deleted the fortresses supplies of cookies while he was gone, it might be good to have a bit of a treat. Then again, he was in a position of absolute power.

No.

Cookies wouldn't cut it.

“Tempting.” Soliael said with a shake of his head. “But I think I can get more out of you if I try.”

He moved his head and kissed her palm first, scratching her hand with his stubble, then he kissed her wrist, then forearm, then all the way down her arm until he reached her shoulder. The clothes softened the effect for a moment, but when he touched the skin of her collarbone, then moved his lips towards the crook of her neck, he began to feel goosebumps pop up.

Oh yes.

He could get more.

 

[Kira Talith]

Her heart went slamming in her chest as he'd follow the sinuous trail of her arm to her neck. Without the calming aura of the crystal in her saber, that which had kept her at peace despite his presence went crumbling down. How he had that effect on her. Like sweet candy, knowing well that he probably wasn't good for her in such a high dose. Soliael was slowly imprinting himself to her. She was slowly coming to know his scent. Slowly coming to know the sound of his breath.

It crossed Kira’s mind just then that she was as close to floating in a cloud as she'll ever be. He made her feel so light, twisted, and racing at the same time. His body was warm, and she could feel the heat of him pouring through her clothes. Her skin tingled from his nearness, and as his lips moved to the crook of her neck, her breath started coming in strange little pants.

It was the scent of him. That must be it. He smelled like warm wood and icy moss from the caverns, and a little of something else, something she couldn’t quite pinpoint. Something that was simply Soliael.

She'd close her eyes, lost for a moment in the sensation his wicked mouth would survey over her throat. A small hitch of breath came next, followed by a ghost of a sigh. Her fingers at his chest would curl, tightening around the fabric of his shirt.

"...I..." she began, chiding her self to get a clear heard. "... can give you my frequency number." Oh yes that little minx went there. Enough to prompt a small shake of bubbly laughter from under him.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

His lips smirked against her neck, planting deeper kisses up her neck and towards her ear.

“See that would work.” He whispered to her, planting soft kisses at the base of her ear. “But I have You right here already.”

His hands came to her hips, gently moving beneath her cardigan and blouse to tough soft sensitive skin. Fingers curled around her tiny waist, Kira's small and supple form being rather easy to manipulate and hold. He grinned slightly, kissing his way down from her ear to her neck again, nipping slightly and pressing his fingers into her flesh to make her more aware of him.

“I'm afraid you'll have to do better.” He said it just as he put the tiniest amount of pressure on her neck, grinning slightly as he did so.

This was fun.

 

[Kira Talith]

It was the low rumble of his voice at her ear that tossed all thoughts out the proverbial window. He had that effect on her. The blunt fingers were hot at her waist, and were he to survey the curve of her belly, he'd find it starting to quiver.

Kira's fisted grasp on his shirt grew to a knuckle white grip, and her breathing quickened. The hand by his face went snaking up and over to his nape, the pads of her fingers playing with the growing soft brush like sensation of his growing hair. Unconsciously she would press him closer to her, heat flushing her body in a slow warming, as if she were standing in front of a fire, the flames just far enough away to kiss its heat onto her skin. Only that this fire was one Soliael stoked with every whisper, every teasing press of his lips, and tantalizing caress.

The heady scent of him was intoxicating, and before she knew it, her hands would slid up to cup his face anew. Pulling him back slightly, she'd look up at him with her slowly darkening gaze.

"I've nothing else to my name to offer," she'd whisper against his lips, smelling of candy and cookies. " How about this?" she'd ask just before her mouth would latch onto his in a kiss.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael kissed her deeply, letting his fingers apply pressure to her waist and letting his lips do the work for her. She was forceful, pressing, and entirely forward. So different from even a day ago, so different from when she had been nervous and awkward.

He supposed that was the Lorrdian in her.

They were famed mimics, capable of picking up on body language, expressions, voices, and everything else. She herself had shown him that talent only a few days passed. She had mimicked his voice perfectly, who was to say she couldn't do the same with actions? The flick of her tongue in his mouth told that she could, and his lips parted into a smile slightly as for once, she took his breath away.

His fingers tightened and slowly he pulled away.

“I think were getting there, but I could stand to have a little more.” He kissed her again.

This time his hands moved from her waist, one sliding up, and the other slowly down.

 

[Kira Talith]

It took a bit to come to a while later. Time had a way of getting away from Kira already to begin with. Soliael only made it easier to. Her skin was sticky. Hot. And it was so hard to stop the ongoing quivers of her arms, legs.. everything. Every single part of her body was humming in the wake of her fall, pushed the last few feet as she fought to remember to breathe.

Her face lay against the crook of his neck, holding onto him tightly as the last vestiges of shudders would wane from her body. Her hair would stick to her. To him. Goodness he made it hard to breathe.

But he did this to her. And she could read it in his body that she affected him too. That knowledge made her bold. It made her womanly. It brought forth some kind of secret knowledge that had been buried within her, since before she was born perhaps and lost herself within him. Although she'd been quite as a mouse, she relayed it in a manner that one could read on her body. In every caress that told of growing affection. In the expression over her face that would soften with wonder and dawning awareness as she lock her gaze against those bright orange orbs. Eyes that no longer made her think of Nemene at all, but purely of Sol.

Seconds would continue to tick by. Minutes? An hour? Kira really didn't care. For the moment though, she was simply sated by pressing a soft series of kisses against his neck.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael lay on the training mat, his eyes looking at the top of the ceiling, his body relaxed and his neck tickling with slight goosebumps as Kira's soft lips pressed against him. He smiled at the feel of her, the press and warmth of her skin rubbing up against him. His eyes closed for a few seconds, and he let the sensation of her lips take him.

It was an interesting feeling.

He simply let go, allowed her to have her way for the moment. Tiny puffy lips pressed against his neck again and again. He only smiled, relaxing slightly as his finger curled against the small of her back. An involuntary reaction, but a pleasant one.

“I think we came to quite the agreement.” He let out a shuttering breath, releasing what remained in his lungs.

His lips split into a grin as he said it, his words turning into a chuckle.

It was odd. Kira was inexperienced, comparatively young, and yet she made him feel like a child again. These odd games of training, the word play, these little bouts of pleasure. It was like doing it all new again, it was like experiencing them for the first time. The odd sensation he felt in his chest grew slightly, and with a grin, Soliael moved his arm.

He pulled Kira on top of him, taking her tiny form and moving it so she lay on his chest.

 

[Kira Talith]

"Maybe..." Kira would say as she'd settle comfortably upon him. A thought would occur to her. He'd been so giving. Tender. So much so that she wondered if she could be able to to the same.

There came a shift of her body. The chill in the air as she rose up a bit, a growing confidence in her that was due to the man under her. Mimics. She came from a bloodline of mimics. If she put her mind to it, practice makes perfect. It was all about reading the signs. The twitches of muscle. The flex of sinew. A charting and mapping of Soliael as he'd feel the soft trail of her blond hair curiously trace over his skin.

"But not quite yet." her voice would draw in a shy tentative murmur, the press of her lips tenderly and affectionaly moving down his neck and lower still.

Until he was all that encapsulated her mind.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

It was a few hours later that Soliael found himself standing in the freshers of his room once again, his shoulder resting in the doorway and his eyes settled on Kira's naked body. She was cleaning herself, or just had. A gentle brush stroked through her wavy blonde hair, pulling apart soaked strands of golden hair that clung together.

He couldn't help but smile at her.

She had taken control.

The shy girl that had been too tentative too even kiss him days before had done something unexpected. She had opened him and read him like a book. She had responded to every twitch of his face, every flex of his muscle, every single nuance that his body had given, and she had rolled with it to great achievement. Kira had swelled with an odd sort of pride, an aggressive delight at the fact that she had achieved the same that he had for her.

The grin she had worn upon her face had been so smug, so mischievous that Soliael would have thought it had come from himself.

The False God smiled warmly at her back, his eyes scanning down her petite form over her rear and down her legs. The lids of his eyes closed slightly as he reached her bare feet, recalling memories of only a few hours passed. Something bit his chest again, a pleasant thrum, a harmonious call of something. He smiled.

Orange eyes revealed themselves again, and Soliael as he watched Kira brushed her hair.

What was this feeling?

 

[Kira Talith]

He was watching her.

He was always watching her.

Kira could feel it as she would slide the brush slowly through her hair, working though the small tangles. Pale blue eyes would laugh at him through her reflection, watching him lean against the doorway. He had a curious expression over his swarthy face. Therein danced a hint of humor, contemplation, and contentment.

The corner of her mouth would curve up, "You're staring." she'd say with humor, that touch of mischievous smugness still radiating a bit from her in a becoming glow.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Her words interrupted his thoughts, though Soliael hardly minded. His eyes moved from her rear to the reflection in the mirror where he found icy blue eyes and a dastardly smug smile staring back at him. She was still pleased with herself.

As well she should be.

“I'm caught.” He said without a shrug or hint of irony.

He smiled at her, that warm calming smile. The feeling in his chest grew slightly, though he ignored it still.

What was that?

 

[Kira Talith]

The brush would be set down upon the counter, and instead her fingers would lightly ruffle the fringe of bangs over her face. They were getting to that point where they were too long to be bangs and too short to really do much of anything with it. A puff of air would send them flying in a silly tuff off her forehead.

"That you are. Guess this means you'll have to pay a fine." she'd tease, watching his poignant gaze. There was something there. He was mulling about something. Her heart gave a flip. Oh what that smile did to her.

Warmth would bloom in her chest.

"What is it?" she would ask, her reflection showing the corner of her mouth giving an upward quirk. "Did I miss a spot?"

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael gazed at her for a moment more.

The subtle curves, the pinkness of her flesh, the tones of her skin and the slight bumps of her scars on her legs. She was beautiful, even with the marring of her body. He let out a deep sigh of satisfaction, as if he had eaten the most delicious of meals.

Slowly he moved forward, bare feet padding against the marble flooring until he stood behind her.

His arms slipped around her stomach, one hands fingers tracing along the scar of her abdomen. She knew he found her beautiful. She must have by now. That he thought every inch of her was pure perfection. Every mark, every scar, every tiny little freckle and mole that was to be found on her was pure and utter divinity. Arms folded around her and pulled her to him.

“No.” Soliael breathed into her neck, kissing softly.

Whether he was answering her earlier remark of paying a fine, or whether he was answering her question of missing a spot was difficult to tell. Soliael was already lost in the feel of her.

 

[Kira Talith]

Kira couldn't help the soft widening of her smile, eyes falling shut as she'd feel the strength of his arms wrap round her. One hand would rise up to caress the stubble of his cheek, her back leaning against the hard wall of his chest, snuggling her petite body against his larger form. Her other arm would slide lovingly over his own by her belly, giving it a soft rub and then a firm squeeze.

This was different than hours before. The heat and rush of desire did not saturate this moment; no it was different. There was a contentment. A peace. A comforting well being she just couldn't explain, the closest being that sensation one gets when being wrapped round your favorite blanket with a cup of hot cocoa in ones hands.

"That's good to hear." Kira would open her eyes, catching their joined reflection on the polished silver before her. Odd, normally she'd flag the obvious height differences, but no her attention went elsewhere. Her eyes. There was a softness to them. A knowing that made her wonder. Awareness. Her eyes would drift over to Soliael's image, catch the dip of his head as he'd kiss little kisses over her neck, sliding her damp blonde hair away from the soft curve. Each one prompting a slight ticklish sensation that would break her face into a content silly expression.

Her heart would tug. Tighten. There came the knowledge that she liked seeing him like this. He always seemed so in control of himself at first to her, whereas her heart was starting to thump in triplicate whenever she saw him.

"How's your leg?" she would ask, the light scratch of her nails raking over the thickening growth of his beard.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

He hadn't thought of his leg in hours. She had made him forget again. This time it had been in a different, far more pleasing way, but she had made him forget again. He grinned against her neck, his stubble scratching her skin slightly as his arms tightened around her belly, his fingertips curling at the very end of the scar that she hated so.

“It's fine.” He said quietly. “I'm sure you can distract me again later if it becomes a problem.”

The way he said it, with that childish grin on his face made it endearing, though it was obvious what he mean.

His head came up and rested on her shoulder, Soliael obviously having to make himself slightly smaller so that such a feat was actually possible. Kira was tiny compared to him. He smiled at her in the mirror, his eyes lighting up slightly as he watched her expressing, felt the fluttering of her heart, the rhythmic thumping of the pulse beneath her skin.

Soliaels gazed shifted down her body in the mirror, his following smooth curves and lines. “You're beautiful.”

The words jumbled out of his mouth uncontrollably, and it was clear that he had not even thought of saying them.

 

[Kira Talith]

Her hand would freeze slightly against the curve of his jaw. Normally, she'd have laughed off a compliment like that. She knew exactly where she stood in that spectrum, and honestly never really cared for it. Beauty wasn't something necessary in the life of a Jedi. It wasn't a skill the Lorrdian was concerned about. Honestly, physical attractiveness was nothing that one personally worked for. That was the end result of genetics.

The cold reasoning of a scientist aside, Kira knew well that beauty was in the eye of the beholder. And right now, as she saw the enthralled expression on his face reflected in that mirror, Kira couldn't help the slight sting in her eyes. It was there. There was no lie in the lines and angles of his face, the glow of his eyes. He breathed the word with a resounding truth. Despite her imperfections, her curves, and her edges. Regardless of the scars that mar her pale pink flesh. In spite of her no longer being whole.

He thought her beautiful.

She felt so dizzy, and her head was ringing. Her vision would blur, a shimmer coming to her eyes. Kira could have made a joke, could have derailed the moment with a lighthearted quip.

But she didn't.

She didn't have it in her. Not now. Not when he held her so, looked at her reflection with those eyes. So she'd turn from the mirror, towards him. A wobbly smile would meet him. Then nine tippy toes would push her up to give him a small kiss. Not one of passion. Not one of lust or desire.

But one of the deep hearted emotion she felt at that moment. What he had been stirring in her. Was she beautiful? The Coruscanti fashionistas may have something to say about that to the contrary.

Yet here? In his arms? He made her feel beautiful.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

He let her slide around in his arms, allowed her to turn to him and reach up on her tiny toes to kiss him. Soliael embraced Kira, letting her lips touch his and settle on him.

There was no temptation to turn it into something more than it was, no desire to take her, no powerful urge to throw her on the sink and have his way. That was not what this kiss was. There was not even a hint of such things. It was simply an emotional embrace, a telling of something, a communication of attachment.

Attachment.

That was the correct word, though it against the code she herself stood for.

Yet did it matter? Did the code matter when love was involved?

A cord struck him as their lips touched, a powerful wave of something within his chest and a realization of what he had been feeling, what maybe Kira felt too. His arms tightened around her, his hands gently digging into her skin, his lips pressing against her with resounding emotion.

Soliael came to a realization.

 

[Kira Talith]

Kira sank against Soliael. She fell into the kiss, let it take her in its sweet embrace, trusting in his strength. Trust. Yes she trusted him. One would wonder how she could after a week, but she did. It was no naive offer, no. It was one forged through connections, no -- bonds made through near death.

There was more to that, however, there nagging in the back of her mind. In the way he would send her belly a flutter. In how he made her feel. Light as a feather and soaring as high as a bird.

A smile from her would be felt as she tightened her hold round his neck, pressing herself against him. Wanting him closer. She would break the kiss, affection in her eyes. Her head would turn a bit, and her bare cheek would rub against the scruff of his own, snuggling in close, taking a deep breath of him in. Her lids fell shut. It was nice. This was nice. To simply be together.

And be.