Ask About Time

[Leon Baudelaire]

The tone of her voice and the gaze in her eyes lit Leon on fire. He found a grin permanently plastered across his face and he wasn’t sure when it got there. Her finger hooked the waistband of his boxer briefs and he found himself biting his lip as he was pulled in. He leaned in to kiss her, one hand wrapping around her back. His finger tips would gingerly brush her skin, while his other hand treaded water. The hand on her back would land on the clasp of her bra.

Tempting… he thought just before he let go and pulled away.

“Ya know, we probably should have just stayed on the boat,” he said with a laugh. He looked around and spotted a islet about twenty five meters away, “C’mon,” he said with a playful smirk, “I just got a great idea.”

It took everything in him to swim at a normal pace. His heart was racing. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Then he could touch the ground. He’d reach out and pull her in. One hand would reach up and brush a few strands of hair from her face before landing on her neck and pulling her into him. He gasped as a wave suddenly crashed into them. The spray of the water and seafoam covered them, Leon laughed while toppling over. He came out of the water shaking the sea from his hair as he hit the beach.

Leon took a couple steps out of the water and laid down in the sand, propping himself up on an elbow. A twinge of pain took his attention to his stomach and then he remembered he was still healing from a stab wound. He promptly filed that right to the back of his mind.

The breeze blew in a warm wind as it whispered through the sparse grass on the islet. The moon was nearly at its zenith, its pale light washing over them. Leon’s eyes met Jayna’s and for the millionth time in ten minutes he couldn’t believe that she was his. He kept waiting for the cruel prank to be revealed but it just never came.

Oh boy, this was real.

@Altaris

 

[Jayna Thorne]

There was no mistaking the glint behind her icy gaze - desire burning within those piercing, silver eyes. She felt the hand that slide up from her lower back, hovering over the clasp of her bra and sending goosebumps across her bare skin. She leaned in to capture his lips without an ounce of hesitation, her own hand grazing the back of his neck and curling into the messy curls she’d grown to adore. The Heiress drew back briefly when he did, flashing him a smirk as the words left his lips.

“Where would be the fun in that?” She whispered, the warmth of her breath brushing against his ear and in stark contrast to the cold temperatures.

She gaze followed his own towards the islet, amusement dancing in her eyes as they both swam towards solid land. Jayna could feel her own heart pounding against the confines of her chest, exhilaration rushing through her in ways that never quite manifested as pronounced on her face. But it was clear in the sense of urgency that drove her to swim towards shore. Clear in the way that she pulled Leon close against her - leaning in to plant kisses against hai neck, until the moment they were toppled by the waves.

Wringing the excess seawater from her dark hair, Jayna watched as Leon laid himself across the sandy beach - her gaze shamelessly flicking up and down the Knight. She wasted no time in joining him there - hovering over the top of him for just that moment.

“Oh?” She finally said, responding to his earlier claim of having some great idea. As the words left her lips, Jayna began to work her way down the front of Leon’s torso - gently tracing her lips across his muscular physique. She kissed along his collarbone and chest, her silvery eyes flicking up to meet his own as she went. Her touch gently brushed around the edges of his injury, tenderly planting her lips near to where he’d been stabbed, before continuing downward.

Her fingers curled into the waistband of his boxer briefs, tugging them down as her lips grazed his navel. “Do tell,” She said with a smirk, working her way down even further. There was no mystery to her intentions, glancing up towards those familiar, verdant eyes every now and again.

 

[Leon Baudelaire]

The last of Leon’s insecurities were silenced as Janya emerged from the churning surf. His eyes followed rivulets of shimmering saltwater as it slid down her lithe body leaving miniature stars in the form of droplets glistening across her bronze skin. She looked like a goddess stepping out of the ethereal plain to grace the realms mortals with her visage. His deep green eyes brimmed with desire as she drew near while wringing the excess water from her raven hair.

The near imperceivable curl of Jayna’s smile hid in her desire drenched gaze that demanded his attention. Droplets of water from her hair spilled across his torso eliciting a wave of goosebumps across his skin. His eyes drank in every inch of her. She lowered herself, responding to his comment from earlier with a question as she began working her way down his torso.

Each graze of her lips across his skin set his nerve endings on fire. Leon found himself fighting the desire to squirm under her touch. He moved to sit up and she put him back down. Her lips landed on his chest then his collarbone making it clear who was driving. Leon’s smirk widened and he laid back. Their eyes met and their kindled desire conflagrated the way a tongue of flame does when lighter fluid is introduced. Jayna kissed the hypersensitive skin on the edges of his wound and Leon squirmed.

“Ah, that’s ticklish!” he gasped, doing nothing to pull away from her as she continued to move downward.

“Do tell,” she remarked, her voice breathy and enticing. Baudelaire felt frozen in place as her cold fingers slid his last piece of clothing off. He couldn’t contain himself any longer. Before she could reach her intended goal, he sat up pulling her in.

Leon’s lips found her neck as one hand slid up her back unclasping her top with none of the coy hesitation from earlier. He pulled her up on top of him pressing skin to skin, his bare chest against hers. He kissed her lips savoring her taste intermingled with the spray of the ocean. He wrapped an arm around her waist then turned, gently lowering her into the sand without breaking their embrace.

“I’d rather show you,” he said, before slipping a hand up her thigh as he pressed himself backward. He pushed his wet curls out of his face while lifting her leg and easing it onto his shoulder. His lips finding the inside of her thigh just above the knee. His eyes fell across her body as he began to move up her leg.

Slowly, he made his way toward her lingerie. Enjoying her expression as he closed in. He slid a finger under the fabric, looking up to her saying, “Unless you want me to stop,” he said, licking his lips then rubbing them together in anticipation.

@Altaris

 

[Jayna Thorne]

Jayna couldn’t hide the desire that burned in her eyes - anticipation growing as the Heiress slipped the Knight’s boxer briefs down to past his ankles. Her breath brushed against where he was most sensitive, kisses trailing low onto his navel - up until the moment that Leon interrupted her trajectory.

Confusion briefly flashed across her expression - feeling as Leon sat up and pulled her close again. The thought that she might’ve done something wrong melted away as the Knight found her lips once again, unclasping her expensive bra at last. Her hips rolled as she was positioned on top of him, grinding against the Knight without shame.

She savored the taste of his lips, eagerly pressing back into the kiss to prolong the contact. Her free hand drew across the front of his torso, nails dragging until her hand finally slipped down his waist - grasping as she pleased. The Heiress had every intention of teasing and pleasuring him, even if Leon had pulled her from her previous objective.

The smallest gasp escaped from Jayna as Leon flipped them over - leaving the Heiress to stare up at him and the starry canvas above. The clear desire behind Leon’s movements set her body ablaze - leaving the Heiress to bite down on her lower lip as Leon lifted her legs onto his shoulders. Her hands traced up the front of his body once more as he dipped lower, instinctively curling around his light brown curls.

The sensation of his breath against her lingerie was enough to make the Heiress roll her hips ever-so-slightly, lower back arching and silvery eyes flicking down to watch what he was doing. “Don’t stop..” She whispered, her voice tinted with a hint of desperation that only manifested in that moment.

 

[Leon Baudelaire]

The need in her tone was all the answer he needed. Leon lowered himself like a devout follower worshiping at her altar. The finger hooking the dainty lace fabric pulled it to the side as he closed in. His breath was hot with passion as he indulged himself on her. He didn’t go straight in of course, that would be too easy, instead he let his lips graze across the sensitive areas just around her desire. Her hips shifted drawing him in and e relented to her pull, eager to please her.

Jayna’s hands ran through his hair, desire driving as she gripped and pulled rapt by his touch. The roll of her hips inspired his movements. He followed her ecstasy like an addict. Each gasp, each moan, each quiver begged more of him and he happily delivered. He would continue until she forced him to stop. His only desire to elicit as much pleasure as he could.

When she couldn't take anymore Leon would move up. Staying close, refusing to allow anything between them as he kissed his way up her torso. Conveniently leaving a hand to tease as he continued upward back to her lips. He reached her collar bone and a smile flitted across his lips as he diverted, following the curve of her jaw. His lips grazed her ear as he whispered,“I want you."

Desire dripped from his words the way the salt water had clung to her hair.

 

[Jayna Thorne]

Jayna wasn’t sure how much time had passed - and the quarter-Sephi didn’t care either way. The sound of waves lapping against the shore echoed through the air, carried by the gentle breeze that brushed against her bare skin. She had no intentions of moving any time soon, her arms still wrapped around the lower back of Leon, snuggling close against the Jedi’s side. She wasn’t the type for visible displays of tenderness or proclamation of how she felt, but there was no denying the warmth and affection as Jayna tugged Leon close.

There was a part of her that couldn’t help but question what they were doing - knowing just how different their individual paths were. She knew that Leon was a Jedi and could never fully support the underhanded actions required from a politician. The Heiress had her own ambitions and plans for the Galaxy, and only time would tell the places those plans would take her.

But for just that moment, Jayna didn’t want to consider it.

Her head rested against the crook of Leon’s shoulder, one hand tracing across the surface of his chest - manicured nails running semi-circles over the muscle. “So,” She finally broke the silence. “How long do I get you all to myself, master Jedi?”

 

[Leon Baudelaire]

The horizon of the night sky was starting to purple as the rays of the morning sun heralded it’s coming and with it the inevitable end of their night. Jayna’s manicured nails drew semicircles across his chest. His right arm was wrapped around her shoulders as if she could be snatched away by the changing tide at any moment.

Leon held Jayna jealously. He cursed the gods for allowing time to continue as their budding emotions fought against the current. The perma-grin on his face faltered as reality began to settle back in. He had a cult to finish ripping apart and she had a system to take over. He could feel himself starting to recede back behind his walls. They were heading in different directions. Nothing about what they were doing right now made sense, but he couldn’t bring himself to admit it. He didn’t want to.

Luckily, Jayna’s words brought him back to her. Unfortunately, they were a spoken reminder that their time was fleeting.

Leon let her words roll around in his mind for a moment as if delaying his response would elongate the time they had left. He knew she was referring to the fleeting night, but he wasn’t like her so he said the thing weighing heaviest on him, “As long as our paths will allow.”

The bitter truth was worse than a mouthful of salt water, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy what time they did have.

“Luckily, I plan on making it pretty hard for you to get rid of me,” he said, turning into her and capturing her lips in his.

@Altaris