Wake Up

[Soliath Devin Talith]

“Absolutely seething.” He said barely, holding back a grin.

His hands now dejectedly hung at his side, and unlike her he slumped slightly, as if he was sad about her rejection of his proposal, though of course she had never really rejected him, he doubted she was even capable of such a thing.

Like him, she would do nearly anything that he asked of her.

He'd found that out more than once.

“No wonder you've been stealing the blankets.” Soliael said tapping his chin. “Hypothermia, the silent killer.”

 

[Kira Talith]

"Why you little--" Kira would bring up her hands to cup his face, batting his hand away from his chin, his beard tickling her palms. Her nose would scrunch up, and she'd start to squish his face a bit.

"I do not steal the blankets!! You run away with them!" she defended herself, getting on tippy toe as if that would make her more imposing.

It didn't.

A puff of hot air would blow her bangs away from her laughing blue eyes. The shock and confusion had melted away, in there place was a growing excitement and mischievous glint.

"Fine... I'll marry you," she said rather cheekily, " If you promise to cook dinner and not hog the bed!"

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Apparently Kira had create an elaborate illusion for herself about which of them actually stole the blankets and hogged the bed. The truth was that this tiny little Jedi master did in fact take up a disproportionate amount of blankets and bed space, it was so much in fact that Soliael often wondered if there was a Kira clone about that he didn't know existed.

“Every night?” He said it a whiny nasally voice.

Of course he didn't mind that actually, cooking was alright.

“What do I get out of it?” Soliael said as he reached up and grabbed her hips. “I mean cooking takes a lot of effort.”

His hands grasped her gently, his head lowered so his face was closer to her own.

 

[Kira Talith]

"I'm sure the reward is worth the effort, no?" Kira would grin out as she's lean against him, tippy toes pointing her up, face uptilted towards his. Her mouth was a few inches away.

"But I can perhaps toss something into the bucket to sweeten the deal," she'd give a smirk, feeling his hands settle over her hips. Slowly, her lids would lower to half mast, as her voice would dip an octave, "I ... could very well..."

"... Bake you cookies."

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

“Cookies?” Soliael said raising an eyebrow.

His hands tightened on her hips, and he pulled her close to him. Pressing her body up against his.

“Are they the type of cookies I haven't had in a long time?” He brushed his lips against her own, smiling almost seductively. “The kind that I love, that only you can give me?”

His thumbs gently began to press into her, he was not subtle at all.

 

[Kira Talith]

He'd feel her own smile curve against his lips. "Maybe..." Kira would murmur out, pressing a light kiss against his lips again. The ring was doing it again, making her feel warm and stir a quickening ache. It was odd, to feel him so intimately. To know how he felt to the point it would transfer over to her.

It had shocked her at first; certainly surprised her. It was like sinking into an ocean of sensation. It was one thing to know that he loved her.

Another to feel it as her own.

"I'm open to parlay." she'd tease out, nudging the tip of his nose with hers. She may still be healing from surgery, but the light press of his fingers at her hips only encouraged the mischievous minx.

"Afterall, I do have very sweet," kiss, "melt in your mouth," another light kiss and a pixie grin."... sugar cookies."

What kind of a marriage proposal was this between the two?

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

He pulled her close against him, pressing her and pushing his thumbs gently into her flesh. He kneeded the skin there, rotating his thumbs ever so gently, pressing them into her. It would likely tickle her a bit, but then again his attempt was to make her squirm, dance and move about in his grip.

Just a bit.

“I remember.” Soliael said pressing his lips into her own, pushing just a bit of his tongue through then backing off again. “Made specially for me.”

He lifted her, again, his grip gentle. Truthfully, he used more than a little bit of the force. It was easier on her body than having his arms do the lifting, his hands didn't need to grip her so tightly and her center of gravity would remain still. Yet it would be easier for her legs to wrap around him this way. “I always found them...enthralling.”

His lips and beard brushed down her cheek, moving to her neck.

 

[Kira Talith]

And they would be.

Her legs that is; they were far easier to wrap around him again as she'd rise, her arms coming to slide up to encircle over his shoulders.

Her lids would fully close, head tipping back and to the side to allow him greater access to the curve of her neck. Shivers of pleasure would rain down her spine, unable to help the slight squirm and shudder of the tickling sensation of his beard over her skin.

His taste would linger on her lips, and her fingers would sink into the length of his hair. The hem of her sleeping shirt would rise up, another inch higher, another bit of flesh.

If it wasn't for the stitches....

Her expression would soften, and she would rub her cheek against his.

"Just for you..."

Not the most standard acceptance of a proposal or delivery, but Kira wasn't the sort for traditional or overt displays. All she wanted was her beloved, here with her. It mattered not to her what the legality or the term of their relationship was, but she knew and could tell that it mattered to him.

Making him happy is what enhanced her own. Perhaps this was a day full of thermal drops, but they were filled with the knowledge and eagerness of a future together. A planned one that would hopefully involved a manifestation of their love in a future new life.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

The next few days after that were some of the most frustrating that Soliael had ever had to endure. Not because of Kira of course, not because of anything she did or couldn't do, but simply because of himself.

Every time he saw her, every time without fail, desire would spike through him like a meteor crashing through the ground.

It didn't matter what she was doing at the time. Standing at the balcony, looking at herself in the mirror, laying in bed, or even munching down on the worst kinds of foods. It didn't matter, to him, she was the most perfect, desirable, beautiful thing he had ever seen, and he wanted her. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything in his entire life. He wanted to throw her onto the bed and take her all.

Yet each time he resisted.

Soliael loved her, and that meant never harming her.

So instead he waited, every day he would watch her, care for her, spend time with her, love her. It was a bliss all its own, perhaps greater than any love making could have been.

It was on one of these mornings that Soliael and Kira sat within the sands, weeks after his strange proposal and time enough for her to have healed more. They sat within the white sands, each one wearing swimwear, holding the others hand as the sun lazily bathed down on them.

 

[Kira Talith]

The sun would kiss them with its warmth, and Kira would enjoy the relaxation as bare toes would wiggle in the hot sand. A nice cooling breeze would kiss them with a bit of salt spray from the nearby crashing waves, while a few gulls would glide upon the updrafts over a rocky cliffside point that would jut out into deeper waters.

They would hold hands, Kira's thumb drawing a lazy circle over the ridge of Soliael's knuckles. It was a soothing motion as much as it was a connection, a desire to touch. Her eyes were closed, and among the sound of crashing waves, a soft melodic hum would fill the air.

It was a lackadaisical tune, no rhyme or reason to it. But it was filled with the soft notes of contentment.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael simply allowed himself a measure of joy.

It wasn't always like this.

It wasn't always that they had time for peace and relaxation, in fact more often than not it wasn't like this. Usually they were in a rush, a hurry. On some mission for Kiras Jedi Academy, on a side trip, or on a quest to save her from the sickness that had plagued her. It was always rush, always panic. It was nice to sit here like this.

Nice to simple have time to themselves. It reminded him of that first week, when they had fallen in love within the fortress of Exocron. He smiled at the memory, a warmth filling him. His hand tightened on hers and his head swiveled to look at her.

She was beautiful as always.

A mischievous grin fell on his face, and slowly, Soliael rolled over in the sands, placing himself on top of Kira and pinned her hand to the white grains of the beach.

 

[Kira Talith]

A shadow would fall over her, and soon thereafter rather heavy body and a few grains of sand came on top of her. A grin would draw over her lips as she would give a soft giggle. The hand that he'd held would sink into the sand, and she'd curl her fingers, the tips brushing against his grip.

A soft chuckle came bubbling out of her, and her eyes would pop open to shine a smile up at Soliael.

"Just what do you think you are doing there bud?" she'd grin out, shifting a bit under him as she adjusted to his familiar weight. Her other hand would rise, coming to gently nudge at his bare shoulder. The length of his hair would fall forward a bit, prompting a desire for her to run her hand through it. Her expression would soften and she would do so, giving him a cafune.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

He lay on top of her, still, like a Nexu that had caught its prey and was now simply waiting to devour it. Though of course the look in his eyes was much less ferocious, though not any less predatory. Soliaels smirk spread cross his face, and without answering, he attacked.

His teeth jumped towards her in a playful manner, not biting towards her skin but instead going for the bikini strap looped in place there.

Soliael began to bite and nibble at the fabric, tearing at it attempting to free his prize.

 

[Kira Talith]

Kira's laughter would bubble in a half squeal, trying to nudge his face away from her shoulder with her cheek.

"Hahaha... stop that!" she would cry out with mock laughter, squirming against him. Her knee would draw up, brushing against his leg. Her hand would curl to grip a fistful of his hair in a light hold, attempting to tug him away. Although doing so would prompt the tug and pull of the strap in itself.

"Hey! Quit that!"

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

He gnawed and nibbled.

Like a very large rat Soliael began to chew away at the piece of string. Of course thankfully for him it wasn't all that difficult. Huge incisors made this sort of thing rather easily, and though the bathing suit had been expensive, the fabric was still more than soft enough for him to chew through, and eventually, that was exactly what he did.

The fabric became little more than string, and just as Kira began to tug him away, Soliael held onto that tiny little string.

When he was pulled off of her, the fabric within his teeth came with him.

 

[Kira Talith]

"I just got that!" she would protest with mock indignation. A cool breeze would rush over her and bring goosebumps in its wake, her skin puckering in reaction to delight the eyes.

She gave another giggle, shifting in the sand, her hair fanning about her head. Impish mischievousness would flicker in her eyes, and the Lorrdian Jedi Master would push against his chest, batting him away.

"You'll pay for that," her eyes would crinkle, laughter lines appearing at the corner of her eyes as she would attempt to send her fingers drifting down and over his ribcage.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

There would be no resisting for her, no peace accord.

Soliael was in charge here, and he would show it. As her hand lightly slid down his ribcage his brow furrowed, silencing the nerves in his side that screamed out in humor. Instead he dove back down.

This time there was no biting, only a series of a thousand kisses on bare flesh.

With the fabric pulled completely away from her, it made things all the more sinister.

 

[Kira Talith]

Kira would scrunch up her face in determination, her increase efforts at going past his cheating ways and come on top with a tickling victory were squashed when he went in with a strike!

Abort! Abort!

Lips would dance and tease with the lash of a thousand tiny kisses, each aimed to bring her into a writhing mass of laughter and delight as she would squirm against him. Oh but there was more than just mirth growing there. Her heart was racing. She gave another gurgle of laughter.

Warmth would rush over her and it had nothing to do with the summer sun.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Each kiss saw Soliael linger for a second longer, each kiss saw him stay for a second more, until finally, he simply let his lip rest upon her skin.

It was always like this with them, always.

In nearly two and a half centuries of life he had never met a woman like Kira Liadain. In his countless experiences, thousands of worlds, hundreds of star systems, he had never had as much joy within himself as he did at this very moment, as he did at every moment when he was with her. It was something that was wholly unique.

It was that joy that ran through him as his hands grasped her hips, sliding down and pulling at fabric that sat there.

That joy mixed with desire.

 

[Kira Talith]

As he leaned over her, she felt a heightened awareness of every part of her body that touched a part of his -- the slide of his fingers, her slight uplift of hips that would ease his ministrations, and the lingering press of his lips.

Her wrist would flex under the pin of his hold, pressing it against the warm sunkissed sand over Kira's head. His joy would match hers but also fan her own, that winking glint of silver in his hand an intimate bond between the two.

The Lorrdian would fidget beneath him, and a soft sigh of growing content would replace the mischievous giggles. She loved it when he did that, kiss her just so. Her hand would drift over his ribcage, roaming over past scars cast from a life time of centuries past. There was no strain against her lower belly, the weeks under his gentle and dutiful care had ensured that Kira would heal well. There was never a more dutiful partner than in the manner that Soliael would look after her.

"Mmm...I think you're just trying to butter me up..." she'd tease out, eyes still closed but her desire of her lover evident in her quickening arousal.