Wake Up

[Soliath Devin Talith]

He only raised an eyebrow.

As Kira laughed and laughed, beginning to pantomime everything that had happened, Soliael simply looked down at her, an eyebrow quirked upward.

He really had no words for what had just occurred, no thoughts, no general implications at all. The two of them had slid and slipped all over one another, resulting in quite a few damages happening to both of them, and quite a few pleasant ones to Soliael, however brief they had been. That brought a smile to his face, albeit only after Kira was finished talking and had broken over into a fit of laughter so long that he thought she might burst at the seams.

Soliael turned about, leaving her in the small shower and stepping out into the bathroom that was equally soaked as the shower floor now was. Frowning, the Sith Lord began to strip, still noticing a dull ache coming from his nethers.

This was ludicrous.

 

[Kira Talith]

"And then..." she'd half choke out between trying to breathe, laugh, and speak at the same time. Her head would rise, water dripping to saturate the towel she now held round her body. The expression that he was giving her was unreadable, but she could tell he was just as dazed at her, not to mention -- wince- still feeling the effects of her knee.

Yeah, this day could not start any worse.

Well there's at least a smile, she'd think to herself, humor being her go to method of distracting herself from nervousness and her embarrassment.

"It's just ridic.." she'd turn to look at him just as she caught his movements. "--ulous..." there went the shirt. And her voice. What.. What was he doing?

The glow of the morning sun would glint against his body, his muscles flexing against ridges under his skin. She was so surprised, there were no apologizes in her stare, struck mute as she processed what she was seeing. His body was starkly lean, all striated muscles and hard-cut veins. Raw power emanated from him like a scent. Jedi Master here, the burlap brigade didn't normally go stripping in front of another. Just wasn't done.

Ohhh boy. Her eyes would grow wide and for the present time, her mind went blank.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

This time Soliael managed to catch her words, oddly enough, even with all that had just happened, he smiled. His goal from the beginning had been to make Kira smile, and it seemed their bumbling about had done just that. The shirt dropped onto the floor quickly, with his undershirt quickly following, he frowned slightly, then managed to pull off his pants with an odd sort of grace that no man had any right exhibiting while trying to take off his pants.

“Yes.” Soliael said as he peeled off the last of his clothing.

The sun was now blazing fully through the large window, and it seemed to reflect off of the soaked bathroom floor quite well. Soliaels clothing now littered the floor, obscuring the odd reflected light somewhat. The last of his soaked clothing dropped to the floor, and Soliael turned towards Kira.

“It was all very amusing.” He said sounding annoyed, through playfully so.

If the False God had nay qualms about being nude in front of Kira, he didn't show it. It was also clear that he wasn't trying to get any effect out of her or anything of the sort. To Soliael, nudity had lost its intimacy long ago, at least, unless he knew the person well enough for it to mean something. For a two hundred year old all powerful False God, Modesty had gone out the window a long time ago.

 

[Kira Talith]

This is where you close your mouth Kira.

She promptly did so, flushing hotter as she would turn her head away. Focus on something else, focus on something else. Ah, right, hello there knobs.

It wasn't working. She still had the image of his skull-trimmed hair, and lower still, the streaks of scars across his body that told an agonizing tale. One of the removal of the technovirus, but she didn't know that -- all she caught were the twisted results. Seeing the pattern, she was struck with the need to know exactly what he'd been through. All of it.

He'd survived what had been done. Maybe so could she.

"I.. ah.. " okay, maybe she should start by getting off the floor. Right. That's a plan. A great plan! Don't look, don't look, don't...

She looked.

Okay more like a peek, it was reaaaaaaaaallly hard not to. Blast her curiosity. "So... no sonic showers." Just keep your eyes above the border there kiddo. So she focused on his shoulder…then followed the line of muscle to his collarbone, to the base of his neck. No no, look away.

Add another two shades of pink as she adjusted the towel around her as she stood. "You should get your money back. They jipped you." Okay, divert divert divert!

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael looked at her inquisitively. She was behaving rather oddly and her face was still flush. She had the towel, what more was there to be embarrassed about. Silently he shook his head for a few moments, then began to walk over to her. Along the way he kicked several of his clothes into a large pile, sweeping up great pools of water and pushing them towards the shower drain as he did so.

He could of course leave it to the others, but having to stand around in a mess like this didn't really appeal to him.

Lights shimmered as he pushed the water towards Kira, moving closer as he spoke.

“Sonic Showers.” Soliael echoed her with a bemused tone. “Not what I payed for. Exocron has vast water reserves beneath its surface, especially here in the mountains. There's more than a few underground lakes. Mineral Water.”

He still sounded amused. “Most people find it more relaxing than sonics.”

The idea that she had never experienced such a thing was still absent from his mind, meaning his words sounded rather teasing, though of course not in a cruel way.

 

[Kira Talith]

Ohstarshewasgettingcloser.

"I can take care of it!" she'd pipe up, voice an octave higher, trying her best to not glance at him at the corner of her eyes. Playing keep away was becoming a problem with her eyes. Who could blame her, she could count on one hand how many she'd seen in their birthday suit. Some might say one finger, but that was just a minor technicality.

The small wave of water would crash against her toes, prompting them to wiggle. Maybe she should get out of the refresher. Right. Good plan!

So she did, attempting to walk right past him, her head locked straight to catch the luxurious wall at the far end of the room. "Ahh, didn't feel relaxing!" she'd admit, giving him a wide berth, "Freezing cold actually."

Was he just going to stand there... like that? Without a care in the world? She'd pause, then looked down at herself. She was naked. Well towel now, but she was naked. She had a tendency to be naked in her nightmares.

Maybe she was dreaming.

That's when her eyes caught on the curving hip bones as he kept pushing the water and soaked clothes towards the drain. She quickly glanced away. Okay, she knew she already had a wild imagination.

But not like this!

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

“Thats because you had it set to cold.” He said with a grin. “The water gets hot.”

Soliael watched her turning his body as she moved passed him, his eyes were full of confusion and his face equally so. The entire time as she moved passed him Soliael faced her, clearing getting somewhat confused. His leg stopped pushing around the pool of water, though it kept moving through the bathroom towards the drain, a slight gurgling noise could be heard as the pipes hungrily began to consume the remnants.

“Don't worry yourself.” Soliael said taking a step forward to try and stop her.

She was still recovering, only a day or so had passed since she'd exerted herself too much and had a scare, and beyond that she was still healing, or working out of healing.

Not to mention they had both just taken a fall.

Soliael didn't want her doing anymore than she had to, especially after this little incident. He moved to try and stop her, gently putting an arm out towards her to try and keep her from rushing all over the place, or worse, falling again.

 

[Kira Talith]

Kira isn't a klutz. Okay, maybe she is, but not a chronic one. She had her moments of cosmic epic fails, but of she had not been good at her job, she'd never had been assigned to become the Master of Shadows. She might be short, a bit unimpressive, but she had pizzaz gorramit!

And The Force clearly had an interesting kind of humor when it came to her. And balance. In her defense, she was already out of her element -- and the Force would roll the die against her favor.

So when Sol stretched out his hand to stop her, she eas so preoccupied at keeping her eyes off oh him that she didn't catch the small lip of the sunken refresher floor. Essentially she stubbed her toe, the only big toe she had left.

Then promptly gave another yelp in pain and began that awkward comical hop on one foot, her hand reaching down to take hold of it. Bad idea, for all her slight weight was now on the foot missing a toe and her still working through balance issues.

No surprise she went stumbling down. This time, her free hand went latching upon the arm that had attempted to stop her for her sake. Just that this time he happened to be *swallows hard*

Oh boy.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael felt her grasp onto his hand and had to fight the urge to roll his eyes. This woman seemed to fall over more than anyone he had ever met. Perhaps before Kira left he would have to teach her how to balance. Quietus had always been rather big on balance, mostly because when one was riding a skreeve the skill was of utmost important, in fact, Soliael had invented Skreeve surfing just to show how good he was at balancing.

Unlike Kira.

Who was terrible at it.

As soon as her hand latched onto his arm Soliael tensed, His body moved faster than his mind and he grasped onto her, his hand gently wrapping around her forearm and his body moving close, one arm sliding under her back and the other pulling her towards himself.

Soliael pulled Kira into him, and steadied her on her feet.

 

[Kira Talith]

So much for a clean getaway. There was no yelp this time. No cry of surprise. Just a sharp intake of breath as he'd draw her against him to help her regain her balance. Her eyes would grow wide, and she could feel the blood rush to her face.

Awareness. Awareness was a mess.

One arm would get caught between them, thankfully grabbing a hold of the sides of the towel, holding it in place. Yay for modesty -- err well until shed realize that the growing warmth that would take the chill of the cold shower presently was none other than his body. He was like a portable heater, permeating through the slip of a barrier called a towel between them.

Oh this is awkward. It took a bit to realize she'd had said that aloud, her fingers having gone curling against the muscle of his forearm. Bright Orange eyes were all kinds of close.

She promptly shut hers tight.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

The False God looked down at her fairly puzzled.

This time he really was clueless. Why was this awkward? Then it suddenly struck him. She must have been uncomfortable still in her towel. It wasn't that thick, and her scars were still showing on her legs and arms. He quickly decided that was it, her scars, not the obvious nudity that was going on right now.

Slowly h let go of her keeping only a lax grip on her back, though she still held a tight grip on his arms. “There is a robe in the closet in your room. If you want I can go get it for you.”

She felt cold, and despite himself Soliael did not move away. The heat of his body pressed against hers was likely somewhat of a gift to her, given that she felt as though she were about to freeze to death.

 

[Kira Talith]

Hot. Everything was hot. Or maybe that was just the blood pumping through her veins as shed squint her eyes tightly shut. Let me tell you however, her mind was quickly filling in the blanks. Like the flex of muscles. The scruff of his jaw. The line of obliques that ran down to--

Oh good golly! STOP IT!

She let him go and covered her hot face with her hands, though she still felt the weight of arm searing her at her back. Even the tips of her ears were red.

"A robe. A towel. A leaf. " He was flustering her so much her jokes were not up to par. Water would continue to trickle from her hair over her cheeks and bead upon her skin. Which only made her think of the water that was still on --

Beans!

"Ah, think you'd need it more there Sparky. " she'd mutter out in a high pitched squeak, "Arn't you uhh... Cold?"

Clearly she had his very best interests in mind.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael eyed her for a moment, and the slow realization of what was the problem dawned on him. The Sith Lord may have been oblivious, but he wasn't an idiot. With her suggestion of him getting a robe he finally took the hint. She was uncomfortable about him being naked, something that caused a slight grin to grow on his face.

He smiled down at her.

“No. Not cold at all.” Removing is arm from behind her he began to stretch slightly, making muscles in his upper body go taught and flex. “Actually I’m rather hot.”

He tried to keep his face straight.

 

[Kira Talith]

Whew, okay freedom! At least, that was the thought until she heard the smug arrogance drip from his voice. Come again? Was he being serious?

No... he couldn't be. That prompted the slight cracking of her fingers and the opening of her eyes to peer right through them; and caught sight of him stretching as if he had no care in the galaxy. With the room as bright as it was now well into the morning, she didn't need long to catch the False God trying to keep his amusement at bay.

Oh no he didn't! Her eyes would narrow. Oh yes he DID!

Well it worked at distracting her from focusing on his affinity for exposure and instead served to place her attention elsewhere.

"Are you laughing at me?!" she'd ask, narrowing her eyes through the slits of her fingers. Confirmation would have her drop them from her face and gape at him, still blushing a deep muja berry red. It would also prompt a shove of her hand against his shoulder in retribution.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael grinned.

“Not laughing reall-” He cut off as the smugness in his voice gave away what he was going to say. Kira shot her hands out and pushed him on his shoulders, he was caught off guard, and immediately began to fall backwards. His eyes went wide, and for the second time today Soliael fell backwards.

For a moment he wondered how he could survive destroying entire planets and species, how he could sunder Yuuzhan Vong and destroy Obsidian Knigts with a flick of his wrist, but then be pushed over by a tiny blonde woman who seemed to have the coordination of a one legged elephant. Soliael failed slightly, his legs kicking out from under him as he began to fall...

heading straight for Kira's own.

Third times the charm.

 

[Kira Talith]

Maybe the Force had a lesson to teach Kira. Maybe, it wanted her to learn patience. Or, well, balance -- that would be nice too. Or maybe it just had a wicked sense of humor and wanted to push the envelope so to speak on just how ludicrous this situation could possibly get.

The dice lords would hit again, or perhaps just be cursed. Whatever it was, things went from bad -- to worse. Oh so much worse. She had been so close to avoiding it, SOOO close!

But things just were not going her way today. Yup, gonna be paying for it in bruises an sore spots. Sigh... I should have seen this coming. I really should have.

But that goes to show you just what kind of madness this was.

As soon as he began to flail, her eyes bulged in sudden realization and she'd cried out, "ohbeans!" reaching out as if to steady him like she was wont to do when you saw someone flailing in front of you. She'll mull later that his waving arms and the way his legs shot from under him while he was without a stitch made the situation even more hilarious, but at the present time she was too busy herself with her own problems. Namely, when his foot managed to clip her own, prompting her own parody of the balancing dance.

This wasn't a scene out of a Zeltron Romance holo novel -- nope. Gravity was gravity, and it would hurt. She went flying forward, the hands that had attempted to steady him ending up shoving him down as her weight bore on them. Height differences as they were would smack her forehead against his chest, hitting her nose and prompting a sharp yowl of pain.

Oh and of course, the floor still was wet, so that didn't do them any favors at all. Nope. Gravity took hold. Painfully so if one considers the cushion Sol would now become as a buffer between her and the cold, wet floor. There was no stopping this trainwreck. It was just easier to accept it.

And maybe just die of embarrassment when one end of the got caught in between and slipped down.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

His grin had been wiped away by the situation now, instead he found himself tumbling to the ground. He wanted to reach out with his arms and try to stop his fall, but oddly enough they were held into place by the tiny arms of Kira, who apparently was trying to kill one of the False gods of Moross by repeatedly causing him to trip and fall on a wet surface.

Reflexively, he tried to keep himself form falling a second time, reaching out through the force and instantly pulling Kira very tightly against them, if they were apart this could end up very badly.

Only a nano second before they hit the ground, Soliael and Kira disappeared.

A few seconds later they reappeared. Not above the bed, not over some fluffy pillows, not anywhere like that. Instead Soliael in his slight panic and moved them over only a few meters to the very right of them...out onto the balcony. With a soft thud, he landed in the cold harsh snow, Kira pulled tightly against him.

 

[Kira Talith]

It all happened so suddenly. One second, they were about to go round three with the floor. The next? OMPH! The crunch of snow would cushion Sol's fall and she'd suddenly feel very --

OHFORCECOLD! COLD,COLD, COLD!

In between the pain of her nose, the quasi nauseated sensation of just suddenly TELEPORTING to the balcony, his fierce grip, and the sudden flash of cold over her bare skin made the tiny blonde gasp in exclamation.

Thankfully the way he'd managed to grab her before they blinked from the bathroom made it so there was no repeat of the knee. But that didn't help matters in the sudden curling of her body against his as the shock of the cold came crashing on them both. Her wet hair would stick to his skin, getting everywhere it could within its reach, her face pressed against his chest as she would struggle to think past the pain shooting up her nose, both hands now pressed against it.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael felt the cold hit him immediately, then the impact of Kira against his chest. She knocked the wind out of him slightly, causing him to lose his breath and focus. The force fled from him, so blinking back for the moment was out of the question. Instead he just held on tightly to Kira, holding her in place and trying to keep himself, and her, warm.

A shiver began to run through him, and almost desperately he called back to the force.

Clawing for it, Soliael began to feel the snow get into places where it had absolutely no business being, and almost out of pure desperation the Sith Lord clung tightly to Kira, and then blinked them out from the pile of snow again.

This time they appeared over her bed, crashing down in a hail of half melted snow, still freezing water, and a single, no drenched, towel.

As soon as he felt the soft silk sheets Soliael let out a hot breath onto Kira, his entire body shaking and shivering. The force could fight off some cold, but the body still reacted quite negatively to its effects, especially when it touched frozen snow and air that was hovering beneath zero degrees. The strain on Soliaels body tweaked slightly, the cold creeping into him and the exertion of using so much of the force weighed on him.

For the briefest moment, Soliael blacked out.

 

[Kira Talith]

She was shivering like a leaf, her body given a pale blue glint as the blood would rush to far more important vital organs. It hurt to move her hands, the sudden stiffness of the freezing cold temperatures and being bare to the elements, however brief, was enough to stun her mute and just shudder.

Everything would just pile up and there was only so much one's body could take. She already had growing purple blooms of bruises developing on her shoulder, hips, elbows, legs -- she felt as she'd been tossed into a trash compactor on Hoth and smashed a few dozen times over.

The heat of his breath would wash over her cheek, his body as cold as ice and lips a pale blue. Wait, pale blue?

She'd attempt to try and scramble up, slipping and sliding in a rushed attempt to nudge at his cheek. Chattering teeth and her warm breath would brush against his face, a growing worry and panic bathing her expression.

"S-Sol-.. " she attempted the full name, it didn't work well with how hard her jaw was working in her tremble. Not a single reply. His eyes were closed, he was so still.

Oh Force I've killed him!

Her eyes would grow wide, and shaking hands would reach up to cup his cheeks. "H-hey... hey you." she'd nudge him mid shivers, frustration growing at the tangled soaking wet towel still wrapped around her. Time to ditch it. Modesty went out the window when someone's health was of concern. Trembling, she'd take the towel and tug the soaked snow covered fabric and tossed it to the side, hearing it land on the floor with a sickening thwap.

Force he was so cold. Heck so was she. "W-wake up." But that wasn't working. Beans. BEANS! Okay, okay. She was starting to get sensation back on her hands, good. Her head would dip and she'd press her ear against his chest. When his chest rose, albeit shallowly, she let out a sigh of relief. He was still breathing.

Thump thump, thump thump.

And his heart still ticking. "I'll take it!" she'd say in broken chattering basic, sliding off of him to sink into a kneeling position by his side. She couldn't have him laying on damp blankets. She needed to get him warm, fast.

With a grunt she'd start to push at him, needing to get him to roll over towards the drier side of the bed. It was a big bed, plenty of space to sprawl -- "G-getting your credit's worth." she'd mutter to him, having to use the Force to shove his heavier and larger body to the other side.

Once there, she began to tug off the damp blankets. Thankfully, they'd landed on the thicker coverlet she'd twisted into a mound when she was in Kira Rodian burrito mode. It went flying to the floor. Knees would dip the bed anew, and she'd climb back onto the bed. She took the duvet and flung it over him, still a shivering wreck as she'd slip her hands by his head and worry her fingers over his temples.

Did he have a concussion? Did he hit his head so hard he knocked out? She wasn't a healer, only got basic training from Master Bethany Kismet to accelerate healing.

"Come on..." she'd mutter, hoping he'd hear her. His skin was still like ice. A thought came to the back of her head. Tapas training. Emergency aide. What does one do when suffering from hyperthermia?

She didn't even hesitate.

Tiny blonde Jedi went under the covers right next to him, wiggling her way against his icy body until she lay snug against his side. Commence spooning! Her arms would wrap round him, and she'd briskly rub her hands up and down his arms and torso. The Force would bloom between them, this time her doing. She used every bit of energy she had to blast heat between them both, attempting to regulate their body temperature and get him warm.