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Another sound of surprise, chased by a giggle. She lay still and breathing against him until he kissed her and asked what they were to do now. And at that her hand came up, and pressed a finger against his lips. "Now? I propose we lay her for a while longer. Just a little while, away from the...

A little eep. He'd surprised her, precognition and being good at flirty interaction and all. Amber eyes widened and a little gasp, followed by a laugh, a sigh, and leaning her dark-haired head forward to nestle it against his shoulder, and slide her hands around his back. "Kriff. I have missed...

Just a small noise of agreement from Kess at first. Then; "I ought to have a talk with those Jedi. A great number of the Order need to take a hard look at what the Light side of the Force is, and what being a Jedi means. Though I'm sure some of my people really are just plain hedonists. But I...

"Costs. I doubt that part will be, not by everyone. But then, no taking it back now. All you can do is push forward, and try to live for those dead by your hand." She flexed the fingers of her right hand at that; he was holding the left, after all. Kess considered the skyline of Naboo...

She was visibly holding in laughter by the end of all that. Alongside looking at him with admirably-restrained shock, and visible measure of wonder. Kess looked ahead once more, brushed the fingertips of her free hand over the lightsaber hilt jouncing at her side. Mirth fading, into a distant...

Her hand was warm in his, and she gave his fingers a little squeeze. "Lead on." She laughed a bit for his talking about their being teenagers again - they'd met all of thrice, before it ended. Had she really affected him so much? That thought prompted a softer squeeze, and her grip remained...

"Oh, don't give me that feeling." At his initial response, wry smirk playing across her lips. "The same rumors talk about half a dozen other people, at least two of them long-dead ancient heroes, or the whole of the Jedi order." Bits and pieces indeed. She listened after, and her look when he...

"See, that's what I heard about. A building and your name together in one rumor." It wasn't his promotion, but she looked at him proudly regardless, approving-expressioned-though-somber as she continued. "And it's that, actually, that brought me back here. Back to the Jedi." She gave his hands...

She went tense when he darted forward. That ingrained reflex, immediate response to the potential of violence. But there was no threat in him, his essence or posture, certainly not his expression. So instead he hit her and wrapped arms around her, and hers closed more softly though no less...

"Hello sir! Welcome!" One of the house droids. Rolling up to him with its cheerful synthetic voice, gesticulating with its manipulators. "Mistress Kess awaits you in the garden!" Easy enough to find, whether he followed the droid or made his own way. Easy enough to find her, standing there in...

Six years. She'd expected the estate to look different. She'd expected it to look the same. Expected it to be a charred mark on the landscape, an obvious target for the Imperial attack out of spite if nothing else. Expected...hoped, that it would be exactly as she had left it that day six years...

She'd fallen after throwing the mud at him. Thudding into the muck, pretty red skin and wild hair getting mussed with it now. Left arm, whole still but near-useless, flopping along her side. She couldn't chase him, couldn't haul him back any longer with the Force. Perhaps if they'd started their...

It took her by surprise. Blame her youth: she had honestly, fully believed that her dramatic little trick would catch him. So she was left sitting there still when his concentration broke and freed her, processing his dodge as the stun blasts hummed past. One close enough even to clip her hair...

She made two sounds. The first was a whine as he caught her, fingers digging into the dirt and then freezing, throat working as she struggled just a little for continued breath in the face of the pressure being exerted. He came closer, and he might well see the searing blade of his lightsaber...

Given how the fight had gone thus far, another time she might well have been able to challenge him. Here and now though her 'grip' faltered almost immediately, the simple cylinder of the hilt whisking through the air, emitting a sharp whine of protest as the saber blade met it, and falling in...