Wake Up

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael embraced her, simply holding her in place.

He shook slightly from the realization that he had come to. From the jarring slap to the face of what he now knew. His eyes looked down on Kira with powerful emotion, thought, and abject adoration. What would he do know? What would he say? What would he do? He knew now, after only a week, after only a week.

A two hundred and thirty two year old man brought to his knees by a woman two centuries his junior.

A False God, a Sith Lord, a man capable of sundering worlds and changing entire species fallen in love with a Jedi Master whom gravity was all too fond of. He shook slightly, his skin prickling intensely from her touch and his entire body effected by her embrace. Was this a good thing? Was this what made him whole?

Was love good?

Had his mother loved? His Father? His Great Grandmother?

Panic rose within him, though only for a fleeting second until a memory caught hold of him. A memory given to him by a holocron, a memory of fleeting love and its consequences, but also its rewards. The panic within him subsided almost instantly, the thoughts of consequences and woes vanished, and then there was only Kira.

Yes.

Love was good.

This was good.

She was good.

 

[Kira Talith]

Kira felt the trembling in his limbs, and she would pull back to get a good look at him. Concern and worry would draw over her delicate features. She'd roll back to her feet, dropping a few inches of height but it allowed her hands to cup his face. She had felt his body coiling and his breath ceasing altogether, and then his fingers tightened upon her, and his eyes -- they widened even more.

"What's wrong?" she'd ask, searching his face, catching the subtle edge of alarm and perhaps even fear. The hairs of his arms had risen, almost as if he was cold.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael stopped.

Everything stopped.

It was a curious feeling, having the world halt around you. It had happened to him once before, on Myrkyr. During his training to use the force Merovign had taken him to that world. Ysalimir had taken his connection to the force, and Vornskr had hunted him, he had been out of water and food, and was being hunted.

They had surrounded him.

An entire pack of Vornskr had surrounded him and padded around him, prepared to rip him apart in their jaws. Thats when time had stopped, when he had been caught in a moment of absolute worry, fear, pride, and strength. When he himself had been at the height of his emotions, when he felt everything, and nothing.

When he felt that he was not in charge of his own body.

When he felt that he was in another world.

That was how he felt right now, how he viewed himself, floating alongside Kira and his own body, embracing her even as she peered into his eyes.

“I think I love you.”

He watched, his heart skipping a beat.

 

[Kira Talith]

Kira froze. Just five little words. Funny how five little words could have such impact. Her face would be a flurry of different emotions, the first being shock. Surprise. It was there in his eyes.

Love. He thought he loved her.

What was a girl supposed to do with that? What was a Jedi supposed to do with that? Her hands would slowly start to drop from his face. It was clear she was troubled, more so at trying to make sense of it. Kira looked up, a fine trembling of awareness coming to her. And in that, in that as well was that smidgen of fear. Attachments. A Jedi isn't supposed to have attachments.

Yet what is a Jedi at their core? Are they not patient? Kind? Do they not show love in this manner? Like with the younglings. Did she not love them all?

She did.

But he... he was different.

Love.

Is that what this was?

She didn't know. Or did she? Perhaps it was more on what she did know.

She knew his scent. She knew the sound of his breath. She knew the lines of his face. The angles of his body. She knew of the affection she held for him. How a single look could cause her heart to flutter. How he made her feel. But beyond that, she knew the way the air felt when she was near him.

And that was when she knew, for sure and forever, that it was love. Not that of a Jedi. Not that of a Master. Not that of a friend. It was love, and it was the love of a woman for a man.

"I..."

The troubled Jedi Master who'd awoken in his fortress before a Fals God was gone now. She was a woman now. She knew his flaws and she saw his shortcomings, and still she loved him. She loved him, and she wanted to make him laugh, and she wanted --

She didn’t know what she wanted. She wanted it all. She wanted everything. She --

"Soliael..." her hand would rise again, cupping his cheek anew. She didn't have to say it. It was there in her expression. In the softening of her eyes. In the affection she held for the man. Not the False God. Not the son of a former Emperor. But in the man that stood in front of her. Had been there, growing in strength with each passing day, even before she was aware of it herself.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

She was right.

The word wasn't necessary.

Lorrdians expressed themselves through body language, twitches of muscles, flailing of limbs, cupping of hands. Subtle movements, small pushes that would go unnoticed to those who weren't looking for them, but Soliael was looking. Like a hawk he tried to read her, study her, every movement she made, every little shake or prickle of her skin. For the seconds it took her to answer, for the ages that they rolled on, Soliael watched everything that Kira did.

He saw the trepidation, the shock, the slight hint of fear. Then he saw the acceptance, the wondering, and finally, the love. He saw her realize it, just as he had, and he saw her smile and the way her eyes grew big in wonderment when she looked up at him, he heard her speak, and the blissful sounds of oceanic tides came out.

What words she said were moot.

He already knew.

Soliael grinned. It was that same boyish grin, that grin that she loved, that made her stomach turn and her heart fly. It was a grin of pure boyish satisfaction, of roguishness and something else. He grinned down at her, unable to contain his joy.

His arms tightened around her, lifting her from the floor.

A tight embrace, and he pulled her up again him, pressing his lips against hers so that even if she wanted to, she could say no more.

He already knew.

 

[Kira Talith]

There was a small bubble of laughter that he'd muffle with his lips as he took her into a passionate embrace. This time it was with new knowledge. An awareness. It held meaning that had been hidden in the fore of their minds. It made sense.

She would kiss him, no holding back. It was the medium in which she would relay her affections for the man. For Soliael. She would pull him closer, her world buzzing with renewed energy. It was in her lips. In the way she would wrap her arms around him. In the smile that would draw against his mouth, high on giddiness and clarity.

A knowledge. A secret now shared between the two.

Of love.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

An emotional high carried them both, new flares of emotion. Of knowledge they had both gained, of an awareness of each other. They grinned and laughed against each others lips, pulling apart for seconds to gain a few breaths, then coming together again in that same passionate embrace.

Soliael felt glee.

An odd emotion for a man such as he. A false God, a titan of the force, an immortal man walking the earth. She would be a blink in his lifetime, but the longest and happiest blink. He thought of none of these things however, all he had on his mind was Kira, her happiness, her needs, her wants, her every desire. As he lifted her into the air and kissed her Soliael dragged her out of the freshers.

As before he threw her onto the bed, though this time there was no jumping on her. For a short few seconds he watched her, the laughter and joy running through her body, the pure unadulterated emotions that rushed through her.

With a smile born of love he looked down at her, then began to kiss her.

Not her neck, her lips, or her hands. He began to kiss her scars, up her legs and across them, kissing slowly.

He loved her.

He loved every part of her.

 

[Kira Talith]

Kira wouldn't feel the chill air blow over her bare skin, nor did she longer feel any need to cover herself. It seemed perfectly natural that this man should be able to see and touch every last inch of her. His eyes raked tenderly over the mars and lines of her skin, and she thrilled at the emotional high of his expression.

This only became more poignant by the gentle and almost reverent way in which he would express his love for her. Every scar. Every inch. He paid them equal attention, mapping them until he would know them like the back of his hand. There came the stroke of his hand, the graze of his fingers, and her breath left her body in mere seconds.

Beautiful. He called her beautiful. She believed it, for he would show her just so.

He wouldn't be alone in the endevour; no she was made to love. And as she would draw his face up to hers, warm breath mingling together, she showed him exactly that.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Their bodies moved in sync, in a competition, in a strange sort of melding, but not of the mind, of souls.

Both of them tried to prove their love to one another, both of them tried to show what that love meant, what emotion was coursing through them, the strength of it. Soliael smiled, his usual boyish smile, Kira grinned, her goofy amused grin. He kissed her, covering her body in soft plants of his lips. She kissed him, pushing herself against him.

Then finally, he took her.

Soliael took what he love, like when he had bitten her, when he had first desired to make her his own, Soliael reached out and grasped her. Taking Kira in another embrace, one beautiful, though awkward as could be.

It was Kira after all.

 

[Kira Talith]

The night still hid the withering dawn when Kira awoke.

They lay entwined, side by side. Her blonde head once again resting on the crook of his shoulder as her pillow. Her eyes would remain shut, but she would give a hidden smile against his bare chest. She loved the weight of his arm around her, loved this languid feeling of contentment. It was as if the entire galaxy had simply gone away while here they lay, cocooned in each others arms, under the heavy weight of blankets to keep the chill at bay.

Feeling content as a cat, Kira would nestle her cheek against his chest, marveling at the steady thump of his heart beneath her ear. There was a heaviness to her limbs, a soreness she did not mind. No, in the wake of it all, she minded it not. For she'd wanted to belong to him in every way a woman could belong to a man. She'd wanted to lose herself in his heat, strength, and his love. To express in the only manner she knew how the depth of her affection. And she'd wanted him to surrender to her with equal totality.

That smile would grow wider in remembrance.

They did.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael slept.

It was the type of sleep that had not come to him in more than an age. It was the type of sleep that made one forget, the type of sleep that simply took you away and let you be something else. His chest rose and fell steadily, his body was relaxed, and his mind drifted in a dreamless sleep. It was true calming peace that Soliael had found, true relaxation.

The last time he had been this way had been on the cusp of a decision, one that had ended with a change of his life.

Was he there once more?

Had he made a life altering decision? Had he decided something so great that his mind knew him to be in the right path? To Soliael it didn't matter. Before he had absconded to the land of dreams he had had Kira in his arms. Her tiny form, tired and nearly depleted had simply passed out after their bout of joy, and with her in his arms he felt an Emperor greater than his father could ever be.

So he slept.

He slept until she awoke him to begin the day anew.

 

[Kira Talith]

Slowly, Kira would lift her lashes, blinking the vestiges of slumber away. One arm lay trapped between her and Sol, while the other had managed to snake under his to hold him close.

Her head would stir before settling, watching the a hazy beam of morning sunlight creep towards the bed. Idle fingers would slowly start to draw idle designs along the dark fleece of his chest, twining one crisp whorl around her finger. The image for some reason made her give a subtle half laugh, ending with the smoothing of her hand over his chest.

Lifting her gaze, she would watch him as he slept. Truly slept. There, with the lines of his face under full relaxation. One forefinger would rise, and just like the night prior, she would delicately and lovingly start to trace the line of his brow to his jaw. Only difference being that when her finger would take her to his lips, her own would lightly press upon them. A single soft whisper would pass between she and he.

"I love you."

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

He stirred finally, though he did not hear her words in time. The press upon his lips was enough to bring him out of the glowing abyss of rest. His arms felt the weight of her immediately, his nose picked up on her scent, and his chest felt her hand tangling about. A deep smile grew across his lips as he felt her own slowly move away.

Soliaels eyes opened, twin suns appearing within white.

They searched for her, for that smile, for her striking blue eyes, finding her within only half a second of opening.

His vision still blurry Soliael blinked a few times, clearing what he saw and smiling even deeper when he saw Kira still laying upon her. He saw the love in her eyes, the joy in her smile. He tried to return them all in his expression, knowing that he would never match up to her in anyway, but trying all the same.

“Morning.” He said quietly, his hand curling on her back.

 

[Kira Talith]

"Good morning," she'd say in turn, a low murmur between she and he. Therein her expression lay a knowing, one that only grew with the content smile that drew wider over her lips. The way he looked down at her while still clinging to the vestiges of sleep drew a tightening in her heart. A joy that seemed to bloom.

For a moment, she thought back. Back to the white room. But not in fear. Not in horror. There was nothing there now to torment her so other than the remembrance of these words, ‘Your joy can fill you only as deeply your sorrow has carved you. If you’ve never tasted bitterness, sweet is just another pleasant flavor on your tongue’.

Joy. She held a mountain of joy now. With him. With Soliael. She would lean forward a bit, nuzzling his cheek against hers, enjoying the sensation of his beard brushing against it, the feel of his fingers curling at her back.

"Sleep well?" she would ask softly, sliding her leg against his, her fingers lightly dribbling down his neck and over his shoulder.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael smiled down at her, his fingers brushing her spine, her lower back.

His eyes closed and he reveled in her.

Her smell, her weight, the touch of her skin, the tickling of her hair against his neck and chest. It was utterly intoxicating, breath taking. Satisfaction filled him, deeper than it had before, deeper than it had last night in fact. Being there with her, it was enough. It was enough to sate any lust or hunger within him.

A breath left his lungs, and his eyes opened again.

“No.” He said looking at her. “I dreamed a monster was squishing me all night.”

A tiny blonde monster.

 

[Kira Talith]

That prompted a feint gasp of affront. "A tiny monster?!" Kira would sit up on an elbow, narrowing her pale blue gaze at him. Although he blinked at her with boyish innocence, he still managed to look like a sleek jungle Bha'lir that had just wolfed down a rather large and bony meal.

"A tiny monster?!" the corner of her mouth would crook, and she was upon him like a feisty little thing. "Is that so?! Well you should fear the consequences of stirring this little monsters wrath!" laughter and a shift of blankets would ensue, the tangle of their bodies moving so she would find her perch on top.

There came the curtain of her blonde hair, the bright impish light in her blue eyes, the race of her fingers up and down his ribcage to tickle him so.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

He grinned at her, her fingers beginning to dart against his skin in an attempt to tickle him.

Luckily for Soliael, sleep deadened the nerves, so when Kira struck the effects were minimized, with the False God only twitching his left side as she began her work. His face contorted into something filled with laughter and joy, though his arms quickly came up and surrounded her, his immense bulk surrounding her and pinning her arms to her side.

He pulled Kira close to him in a bear hug, holding her tiny form to his chest.

“It's a good thing I'm bigger than it.” He said holding his arms tightly in place. He twitched still though, her fingers were deftly moving across his sides, poking and prodding, tickling him even as he tried to resist.

In a last ditch attempt to get her to stop, Soliael stuck out his tongue and swiped it across her face.

 

[Kira Talith]

His tongue went slathering over her cheek, leaving a moist trail in its wake. The look of utter shock was rather comical. Oh the deviousness of it! It worked for a few seconds, as she was so startled by the unconventional attack. But she was not one to back down so easily!

Oh no, instead she would lean closer, rubbing that wet cheek against his face, smearing him with it in a fit of laughter. Her fingers would press the attack, as much as she could with her chest trapped against his, arms pinned to her side. Her hair would shift, the scent of her shampoo and that which was uniquely her flowing against his face with every silly rub of her face against his.

"Bigger doesn't win all!" she'd say defiantly amidst stifling laughter.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

He kept trying to pin her in place, stop her rubbing of his cheek, silence her protests, but eventually he decided to just let her have her fun. He grinned at her, and then slackened his arms around her, letting them fall to the side as though he had been crucified. As she rubbed slobber all over his face and tickled his sides Soliael simply lay in place.

“Thou has beaten me.” Soliael said comically. “I have been slain.”

He lay in place unmoving, his eyes slowly shutting.

How he kept a straight face with her still rubbing her own face on him and her fingers poking his side was impossible to tell. Yet somehow he did it, all he kept on was a wide smirk on his face, and that same expression of joy, even as he spoke. “I must return to the abyss.”

 

[Kira Talith]

And that is when she promptly slid her face down to his neck, took in a deep breath, then blew against his skin.

Hard.

The noise would billow like a flatulent balloon, the vibrating tickling sensation certainly washing over his skin. There she was, free from his grasp, hovering over him, pert rear in the air and she was busy laughing as she made farting noises along his neck.

Really, if the galaxy could peer into this moment in time, they would scarcely believe their eyes. A Jedi Master of the Order and Neth the Keeper entangled in such a childish display of intimacy.