Ask Tatooine Cry Me A River

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc had no outward reaction to Tia completely losing it over the shot, reminded of the dignified way a prince once handled it when he encountered a horrific hot sauce. He calmly checked his chrono, adjusting the lighting on the face of it briefly. Emryc generally took no pleasure in open mockery of others and that was clear even now. Emryc kept his gaze firmly elsewhere until Tia spoke again. He tilted his head to look at her, face never revealing he saw or noticed anything.

Emryc said nothing for a moment, catching a tear from her watery eyes threatening to slide down. He reached a finger over to brush it aside, conveniently disguising it as removing a lock of hair out of the way. The gesture was subtle and he spoke in the same beat, “The reasons were rather silly. I wanted to work on my footwork for saber dueling. I began to research dances that relied on strict postures and control of limbs. I practiced for hours in my cargo hold, but eventually grew to like it for what it was. It became a hobby.”

He ordered a mixed drink this time, a neon blue one that he hadn’t had since he last visited the underground scene on Nar Shaddaa. Emryc took a sip, glancing briefly over at a few people attempting to make eyes at him. He shook his head and focused back on the drink, “It did help my combat training in the end. I’m not particularly good at sticking with conventional methods of doing things as you’ll have noticed by now.”

@GABA

 

[Darth Tiamat]

Tiamat did her best ignore the tickles that made her cough, trying to gain back some of her composure, her eyes not only tearing still but stung from the unintentionally rubbing sweat from the back of her hand in her eyes. She did feel as though she carried some of her dignity as he did not say a word and instead waited with patience for her to regroup. It would not go unnoticed by the redhead as she returned to her previously calmer demeanor.

He tilted his head in response to her question and she felt herself subtly tilting her head to meet his gaze, her blue eyes locked on his silvers as he reached up to brush back a lock of her hair out of her face, gently running his finger tips along her cheek, explaining his story. She reached up instinctively to push back the hair that have gone astray from the rest of her locks, twisting her hair over on shoulder and out of her way while she listened. He was all self-taught and Tiamat was astonished, though what struck her was where he practiced and still his skill rivaled her own. She automatically felt herself place him above her own skill, a habit she had that pushed her always to find flaws in her work and perfect her work so she could keep motivating herself to be the best.

"That's not silly at all." she disagreed, the corner of her lip curled upward into a gentle smile. She watched as the bar tender returned with another drink that she swore glowed on its own. "And it works, not necessarily unconventional if we use knowledge that others fail to be wise enough to use." she paused, thinking about how he flowed on the dance floor moments earlier. "I've done ballet since I was 3 and I still don't think I have the grace that you had out there." she grinned.

She watched as a few more girls came up and asked for selfies and one even gave him her number. There was a glance from a pale lavender Twi'lek who took notice of Tiamat, now glaring, and quickly apologized for bothering and skipped off.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc had to grin at her words when she commented on his grace, “Only because I weave the Force into everything I do,” He said plainly. It was one of the first lessons he had taught her - weaving Force into every movement. It took years to master, but it enhanced everything he ever did, “And I also have been doing it for years. My footing when I was a child was sub-par.”

He sipped quietly from his drink for a moment until he was interrupted for more pictures. The little barrage came and went quickly, and he remained calm throughout it all. Emryc turned to regard Tiamat for a moment, noting how she looked at the incoming waves of fans. Most of them didn’t even know why he was someone to take pictures with at this point. He crumpled up the piece of paper with the number, flicking it aside.

“I do believe it’s your turn to choose again,” He tossed back the rest of his drink, “What are we doing next?”

@GABA

 

[Darth Tiamat]

The girls left quickly and she watched him flick away the piece of paper that was handed to him. Her eyes followed it for a moment until it was lost under the feet of the club's guests, Tiamat was going to open her mouth to say something smart about him now losing the opportunity for his match made in heaven, but kept it to herself. He spoke, asking what they should do next, reminding also it was her turn to pick. She unconsciously found a lock of her hair and begun to turn it slowly around her forefinger.

Tiamat frowned, trying to think if there was anything else she could distract herself as her gaze fell back onto the dance floor. There was a part of her that was still spinning and yet still wished to be immersed back into his presence fully. It was calm and controlled, nearly the opposite end of the spectrum of turbulent emotions she had felt currently. She was unaware of how much of it he could feel, but she forced herself to only let them physically betray her by the flushing of her cheeks. Instinctively, she felt herself reaching out to him in the Force, further intertwining herself along the bond they shared.

"Maybe we should head back to your place for the evening." she suggested meeting his silver eyes with her blues and then looked down at the lock of hair she was still winding and unwinding around her finger tips. "If you don't have anything else you wanted to do." Tiamat glanced at him again and slid off her seat, leading the way out of the club and back into the cool night air once he grabbed his jacket.

She closed her eyes feeling relief of the breeze, her skin still warm from dancing inside the club and she let out a long peaceful sight.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc’s expression didn’t change when she suggested going back to his hotel. He followed her from the club, pausing to grab his jacket and tie. The air felt much cooler now that his skin was lined with sweat. Emryc fixed up his hair a bit, never too pleased to have it out of place when he was out in public. They ran into a few more people that attempted to stop him along the way, but they were left alone after a while.

The tie was loosely back around his neck and he carried his jacket over his shoulder. Emryc brought a cigarra to his lips. His fingers came up to maneuver the Force slowly. For a moment nothing happened, but he kept walking with his gaze trained forward. After a moment, the end of the cigarra began to smoke and he inhaled, igniting it.

Emryc quietly surveyed the various drunkards stumbling about in different directions. Tatooine was largely a poverty-stricken planet, and that was true even here. He purposely avoided walking past them, knowing they were the ones most likely to recognize him.

He finished smoking the cigarra and stamped it out as they arrived back at the hotel. Emryc led her to his suite, opening the door to reveal a vast amount of space - far more than one person could need. There was a master bedroom and a side room with another bed and a study area complete with a desk and several projectors for meetings. And of course a living room area.

Emryc turned to look at Tiamat, “Feel free to take the master bedroom and order any room service you'd like. I’ll probably finish up some work,” Buzzed working didn’t sound fun, but he wasn’t known for slacking. Though probably a shower first to get rid of the sweat.

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[Darth Tiamat]

Tiamat only thought she knew what a nice hotel meant until she walked into Emryc's suite, she swore it was larger than her childhood home on Corellia. She clearly was in awe as she quickly stepped inside, finding it a steep contrast to the low wage farmers and worker's homes that could be seen only a few blocks away. She explored slowly, feeling the velvety texture of the sofa and chairs, glancing out the window before clothing them slightly, still able to see the stars outside.

He suggested for her to take the master bedroom and Tia walked over looking inside, seeing it was essentially another hotel room connected to this one. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do first, though when she discovered the bathroom and the large tub, Tia gasped with delight as she walked over to look at all the different soaps and oils left for the guests. She picked up each one, smelling them to decide which one she wanted to use and she peaked her head out the door, "I'm going to take a bath!" she announced her decision and started the water, assuming Emryc was back to business. Tia stepped out of her boots and set them aside in the master bedroom and started unwrapping pieces of her outfit from around her wrists and waist.

Soon sandalwood filled the rooms from her bath and she finished undressing next to the tub, catching a glimpse of her scarred back in the mirror. She slowly stepped closer, twisting her red hair over her shoulder to better look at the jagged marks; they were still red, still healing. Her fingers brushed against the faint scar from the Krayt dragon; regardless of the patches of bacta, it still left its mark and Tia ran her finger tips over what she could to feel the unevenness of her skin. She kind of admired them as they grooved between her freckles, it made her look less fragile, less like a porcelain doll that she felt so many saw her as.

There was a small smirk to her own thoughts and Tia hurried back to the tub, turning off the water and slipping into the warm, bubbly waters.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc couldn’t blame her, both of them sweaty from the club. He needed to gather up some of his items first, so he hastily grabbed his body wash and shampoo from the refresher before Tiamat used it. He also grabbed some of his clothing but didn’t want to linger too long, making his way towards the other refresher. Some of his other toiletries were left behind. The bedroom would be similar, where everything smelled like him and some of his clothing was neatly left up in the closet.

Next to the bed there was a notepad with the Blackwell company logo on it with a comlink number written with several hearts drawn next to it. The name ‘Lia’ was written underneath it.

The half Sephi took a shower instead, taking his time and unwinding from the day. He stepped out after a while, putting on the set of guest robes as he walked out. Emryc freshened up and brushed his teeth, but he didn’t bother fixing up his hair, making his way back over to the study area.

He guessed Tiamat was asleep by then as he plopped down on the chair and opened up a laptop to start working. He projected the blueprints for the drilling facility, spinning over to look at it for a while. There was a bit of luck and guesswork involved in this entire operation, and he had to come through on his promises.

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[Darth Tiamat]

She slid down under the waters to soak her hair, dulling any sounds or lack of sounds that echoed through the hotel suite. The water against her face felt awakening as she slowly released air from her lungs, bubbles occasionally floated along her face as she thought about the evening. She felt as though she should have been surprised, it was always so difficult to read him, but then again, that was how she knew him to be, never overt. She was the opposite and perhaps that was for the best. With the years she had been with him, she had to keep reminding herself not to search for what she expected.

Waiting for her mind to fully clear, Tiamat let out a sigh beneath the water and then broke through the surface. She waved the remaining bubbles to the other end of the tub before submerging and rising quickly to clear any bubbles that had stuck to her hair and climbed out of the tub. Realizing she didn't necessarily think it through about being here for the night and grabbed a guest robe that hung on the back of the door, finding it a couple sizes too big as she rolled up the sleeves.

Twisting her red hair into a bun on top of her head, she found Emryc in the study, clearly buried in work and she frowned, but took a seat in a chair on the opposite side of the desk. Her blue eyes followed along the blue prints of what looked to be drilling equipment. "You need engineers for this." she commented, an eyebrow quirked, she did not know him to be into engineering, "Are you going to be working on this all night?" she asked.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc was writing a few notes down on a pad as he scrolled through the different slides. He had to ensure that the upfront investment was appropriately applied to the right resources. A lot of it also involved working with the local Hutts that were in charge and working on deals that would benefit them. Tatooine was far too entrenched in poverty and crime to be wiped clean right away.

A cigarra hung from the corner of his lips as he wrote a few more things and then looked back at the projections. Keen ears picked up noise as Tiamat entered the room, but he didn’t look up right away. Emryc typed a few things, occasionally pausing to roll his left wrist and shake off the stiffness before he went back to it.

Gaze remained on his screens as Tiamat sat down and spoke. He heard her ask her question, but his fingers kept typing. He was finishing up writing a few notes, but Tiamat would feel her chair slowly begin to move. The wheels of the chair would take it around the desk, circling around it to bring Tiamat to his side of the desk facing him. By the time she arrived, he had finished typing and shut the laptop.

Emryc turned his chair to face her. He reached up to grab his cigarra, pulling it from his lips to ash it as his other hand came around to lazily rest on the armrest. His eyes pierced into hers, his posture relaxed and eased back into the chair. His gaze didn’t linger on her eyes, however, slowly trailing down. They traced over her neck, down to her chest where the robe was parted just enough, and then back up, letting her see exactly what he was looking at.

The bun she had put up became unraveled, her slightly damp hair falling to her shoulders and back. The way he preferred it. His gaze was unmoving, the focus he had targeted on his work now shifting to her.

“I can work on you all night if you’d prefer,” He stated quite casually, her chair rolling a bit closer towards him to where he could smell the sandalwood.

@GABA

 

[Darth Tiamat]

He did not respond and Tiamat was not surprised, instead she leaned back in her seat, letting out a quiet sigh. She felt the chair shift, confusion struck first, thinking it was her own doing, until it would arch around the desk and settled beside him as he finished typing. His undivided attention now rested on Tiamat, relaxing back in his chair as his silver eyes pierced into her own, there was certainly nothing else that would distract Tiamat from him in this moment. She felt suddenly very vulnerable, but desired, perhaps even hungered as his eyes drifted downward and back up to meet her own blue gaze. He knew what he wanted as much as she knew what she wanted from him.

She grinned as she felt a tug at her hair, it fell around her face, her shoulders and she would run her fingers through the fiery locks, shaking it out to give it more fall around her cheek bones. The seat then moved a few inches closer and Tiamat felt herself become intoxicated from the mix of cigarra smoke and whatever lingering cologne was still on his clothes. He spoke and her grin grew winder, "You won't get a wink of sleep." she coyly warned. Her fingers pulled through the knot of the sash as she stood up, letting the robe fall down off her shoulders and into the floor around her feet.

Her body was slender and lean; her skin nearly porcelain and kissed by the occasional bout of freckles as she let him look upon her. Stepping closer, she climbed on top of him straddling in his chair, her blue eyes never leaving his silver stare as she suddenly felt she couldn't touch all of him fast enough. The redhead's heart pounded with anticipation, patience and control were apparent in her motions, probably more so than at any point Emyrc had known her, as she felt her own hunger, the longing and ache that she had felt for a very long time paining to reach the surface. She tilted his chin slightly, her lips reaching his as she felt her body melt into him; he tasted even better than he smelled, something she did not think possible.

The Force echoed with her passion, opening herself to him, all walls came down, and quickly. She wrapped herself in his presence, her fingers finding their way down his chest in an attempt to remove his robe from his shoulders to better feel his skin against her own.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc watched her reach for the knot on her robe and the action of ashing the cigarra changed instead to simply putting it out entirely. His eyes never left hers, watching as she stood and dropped the robe. His gaze remained on hers, the passion and fire dancing there holding his attention. His eyes didn’t lower as she closed the distance between them. He could feel the raw desire that roiled within her, having seen only glimpses of it when they were dancing.

Years had passed with them having spent time in close quarters. Years had passed where she had grown into a confident woman from the timid and broken person she had been before. She chose her own paths, she opened her own doors, she seized her own moments. There was confidence in her now that previously only showed itself when she was on the dancefloor.

She straddled his lap and Emryc welcomed the heat between them. He breathed in the smell of sandalwood and felt some damp strands of hair brush against him. She tilted his chin and leaned in to capture his lips. Emryc’s hands slid down to her smooth legs at his sides, not lingering on the kiss in favor of tasting her skin. He broke away, pulling her firmly against him as his lips traced kisses along the side of her neck and shoulder, his own hunger and desire coming through.

His hands traveled beneath her thighs and he rose up, easily lifting her up as he stood. Her legs were wrapped around his hips as he carried her towards the master bedroom. It was only then that he addressed her comment from earlier in typical delayed Emryc fashion, silver eyes piercing into blues.

“Is that a promise?”

@GABA

 

[Darth Tiamat]

Tiamat gasped sharply feeling him move down her neck with kisses; she tilted her head back and slowly rolled it to the side as he found the small of her neck on the way to her shoulder. She quivered and grinned, thoroughly enjoying the sensations. Her fingers found their way back to his soft hair, craving for him to find a way to go further down her body. He had grasped her thighs tightly as he rose from the seat and she wrapped her legs around him, slowly rolling her own hips into his and he carried her out of the study. She kissed along his sooth cheeks and neck, her fingers tracing along the points of his ears as they entered the master bedroom, finding many points on their way where she wanted him to take her, the hunger growing with each step.

It would be then, he would finally speak, answering her question with another question. Tiamat looked into his piercing silver eyes, and smiled, "Just shut up and kriff me already, Emryc."

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It was dawn by the time Tiamat was able to shut her eyes, satiated. Emryc had been beside her, sheets and pillows were strewn about the room, the twin sun's rays were warming as they peaked through the blinds and traced over Tiamat's body. Though like the persistence of the suns, they would continue to rise until it shown on her face, and reflected off the objects in the room to where she was unable to hide, slight regret as to throwing the pillows across the room. She reached over to touch where she remembered where Emryc last was and when she felt nothing, it startled her and she would quickly sit up, her senses reaching out, her gaze guided to him while he was sitting on the floor in meditation.

Tia climbed to the edge of the bed and reached for a sheet on the floor to wrap around herself and approached him. Silently, she sat next to him, her knees folded under as she shared the silence and calm in the space he created.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

It had taken almost three years before this moment culminated. And they certainly took their time throughout the night. Every action of his empowered Tiamat and reminded her of the confidence she had begun to embrace. Passions were high and he moved to her pace, only taking control when she permitted. Theirs had been a long and vibrant dance of desire, and it was certainly a dance he took to with grace.

As was usual with him, he had left the bed not too long after they had finished. He was particular about never falling asleep around others, and that applied even if certain activities lasted the entire night. He decided to make for the shower first, rinsing off and freshening up. It was a particularly cold shower in an attempt to shake off the exhaustion from a lack of sleep. He didn’t bother putting on a shirt, simply tossing on some sweatpants.

Emryc went back to the living room after his usual morning routine, completing his prayers. One of the figurines was absent, but he prayed to it nonetheless wherever she was, knowing full well she was in great care. He opened his eyes, packing away the figurines and putting out the incense before he sat down for a morning meditation.

His mind and thoughts began to clear, and he did his daily dip into tranquility. Emryc had a big day today, and he needed to have his head in the game. He was never too deep in where he couldn’t sense someone arriving, and he knew Tiamat came over to sit near him.

A few moments passed before he finally opened his eyes. Emryc stared ahead for a moment before turning to look at her. He looked as if he were going to say something wise and sagely, but instead out came, “I’m really kriffing tired.”

@GABA

 

[Darth Tiamat]

Tiamat breathed in deeply to the lingering aroma from the incense, recalling that same distinct scent that lingered on his skin and on his ship. Her own gaze softened and her eyes eventually closed, finding it suddenly more relaxing in this moment beside him that she felt as though she could have fallen back asleep. Luckily, Emryc would stir beside her, she could feel his silvers on her and she opened her eyes, glancing at the Sephi fully expecting him to order her back to bed to sleep, or to meditate better if she were to sit next to him.

Instead, he mentioned just how tired he was; Tiamat's brow narrowed and relaxed as she tried to figure out if what she heard was real or if she were just half asleep. Though, as it hit Tiamat that he did not come out with his sagely advice, she bit her lip, trying her best to hide the smirk that was breaking through as a snort. She pulled the sheet up around her neck and cheeks to hide the flushing of her cheeks and trying to be serious in her response. Glancing at him again, she could see the exhaustion in his eyes, "Good." she nodded and her eyes rested just over his shoulder as she was taken to her thoughts, "Then whoever you meet with today will see you as hardworking and committed. To them you weren't up all night with me, you were working to get caught up and move plans forward. Those who you need to please are those who work several shifts to make ends meet, those who get little rest worrying about how to provide for their families and surviving day to day. Working themselves beyond exhaustion."

Tiamat paused and glanced at Emryc, "It will make you look...well...human -for a lack of a better word- and relatable." she then shrugged, "Then let them know you'll be leaving early because your arm that was injured is really bothering you today."

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc didn’t miss the way her face flushed again – it was something he found himself enjoying whenever it happened. His face remained blank as she spoke, steely gaze surveying her even as she looked beyond him. He thought of his own life as a nobody from a space station where he was taught only obedience and serving his superiors. He thought of the missions he had been sent on, always under someone’s boot. He thought of the times he juggled odd jobs like DJing, driving nobles around or selling spice to get scrapes of credits. He thought about how he never learned what it meant to truly have personal possessions because it was always taken away.

Externally, he said nothing, calmly listening with mild amusement. Emryc had gotten here because he knew how to do this, and it was especially because he had personal experiences with hardship. Experiences he wouldn’t discuss until the right moment. His public records told that story of his humble origins, they were especially what made those people outside scream for his name and cheer. None of this was spoken aloud to her and Emryc rose to stand.

He stretched and cracked his shoulder blades, a series of pops erupting as muscles roiled and shifted. Emryc ran his fingers through his hair, still slightly damp and messy from the shower. He walked towards the desk a few feet away, bringing up the Holo slides he had been looking at the previous night. He had only a little bit of time to rapidly formulate a plan.

“And why will I be leaving early?” He asked, gaze still on the screen in front him. The tone of amusement was unmistakable in his voice.

@GABA

 

[Darth Tiamat]

He didn't speak, but she knew he was listening. He would take her words as he wished and for Tiamat, there was a simple satisfaction in knowing she was heard. It was something she was granted very little of growing up and it was absent in everything she did following her parents death. A voice that was silenced, or more so muffled and broken by the strength of others, something she thought it was deserved. She knew better now, even though it felt like a uphill battle at times, but even so as she found her voice again the evening prior, there was something liberating about it and the rewards were enticing.

Her head tilted as her eyes followed Emryc while he rose from his seat, joints cracking as he rolled out his shoulders. Tiamat watched the subtle movement of his muscles, recalling how they felt under her fingertips only hours earlier as she had rode her way into euphoria. Instinctively, she bit her lower lip as her mind tranced into fantasy, her gaze following him as he went to his desk, turning on the holos she recognized from last night. The redhead rose to her, sheet still wrapped around her body, mostly to keep from the slight chill in the room. He asked why he would be leaving early.

First, Tiamat was certainly Emryc was the only who ever asked that question, she didn't know a soul who did not like to leave work early if they could. However, she did think herself of a good reason. She released her grasp on the sheet and let it drop to the floor as she casually walked up to his desk. "I'm not sure, there could be some reason you would prefer." she sat on the corner of the desk facing him, pulling her red hair over her shoulder, gently combing her fingers through the tips of the locks.

"If you can't think of any, leave early anyways and I will promise the reason will be apparent when you return." she gave him a coy smile, her cheeks flushing lightly.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc had his laptop up and he was typing something when Tiamat came over. He heard the rustling of fabric and glanced over to see her new state of attire. Amusement danced in his eyes as he straightened up to stand, his gaze running over her smooth skin and every curve of her body. He spotted several bites and marks he had left on her, and he was sure his back had some new additions. His gaze lingered on her chest for a moment before flicking up to her eyes.

“You appear to be cold,” He said simply, walking towards her. Emryc closed the distance and faced her, one of his hands sliding up her back as he gazed at her. That same hand grasped her hair, gently easing her head back to expose her neck. Emryc leaned in to kiss against it, trailing them down her skin. He released her hair as he continued down, lingering here and there to give her a sensory blast before he continued.

Those kisses and soft nibbles continued down her stomach as his hands slid down her sides to follow his actions. His arms hooked around her legs, easily propping them up on his shoulders as he continued. Emryc had no intention of stopping his trajectory, rather intent on his goal.

He barely began when an obnoxious ringing ensued. Emryc paused for a moment, weighing his options. In the end, he stood back up, staring at Tiamat as he pursed his lips to lick them before he turned towards the ringing. He clicked a button and plopped back down in front of the laptop.

“Hi! It’s Lia!” A voice called out cheerily over the portable intercom, “I thought you were gonna call me,” The pouty disappointment came through even in speaker.

“Ah, sorry, I was busy with work. I’ll make it up to you,” He said flatly, his face completely blank.

A giggled ensued in the other line, “Okay, I’ll hold you to that. Anyway, I got the discount you wanted. We can get a few extra droids out there. And did you want another shipment for Bothawui?”

“Yes,” Emryc said as he continued to type away on his laptop, “The council has become more amenable since the reduced AMS rates.”

“Okay, so I’ll see you in an hour then?”

“I’ll be there.”

Another giggle, “Can’t wait! I’ll pick up some breakfast for you.”

Emryc didn’t respond, focused on the screen in front of him. The line clicked off and he finished what he was typing. He had a good idea of how to handle at least the first meeting - he would have to improvise for the others. Emryc rose to stand after a while, glancing at Tiamat.

“Feel free to order whatever you like to this room,” He said simply before he made his way over to get dressed.

@GABA

 

[Darth Tiamat]

She certainly had his attention as he walked over, she could feel his eyes tracing the curves of her body and she smiled when he mentioned how she looked cold. She caught his gaze and felt a hand along her back as she looked down, leaning forward slightly to slide her fingers just under the hem of his pants. She paused however, when she felt him grasp her hair and gently pull back her head, her hands freed themselves from him, feeling a bit of surprise from the spark that touched her neck and slowly begun to work his way down. A soft gasp escaped her lips as he touched the small of her neck, her thighs hugged his hips, feeling a longing torment for a taste of more.

The further down her body, the warmer she grew, her fingers laced through his soft hair as he found her bosom, spending a bit longer there until continuing downward. Her mind buzzed with nothing but the present sensations as he propped up her legs with his arms. She gasped, her breath stuttered as she tried to swallow her moan, but it was a fruitless effort as she leaned back to prop herself up with her forearms. It would be short-lived and for a moment, she felt entirely confused as to why he stopped, but then she was able to hear the buzzing of his comm.

Tiamat pursed her lips together in a pout as he decided if he should answer and Tiamat leaned back all the way on his desk, her fingers gently tracing along her body as she listened to his comm call. The voice on the other end hurt her ears and she turned her head to look at Emryc to see his reaction, not necessarily to her but to the other woman, Lia, on the line. He remained expressionless as he kept his replies short. Tiamat was glad it did not last any longer, but she could hear the inflections in the woman's tone and wondered if she was always this chipper this early in the morning or if there was a hint of a flirt.

A chill from the air in the room caused her to shiver, no longer being kept warm by Emryc, she sat up and pulled the sheet to her grasp with the Force. She wrapped herself in the softness of the sheets and followed him until she reached the bed and laid down, pulling the blanket under her chest to comfortably prop herself up while watching him dress for the day.

"Any suggestions?" she asked with a small smile, her question hinted at nothing sensual. "What do you typically order?" she was curious, hopefully to get some ideas and not wanting to look stupid if she tried to ask an attendant.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc rifled through the closet until he found a dress shirt, jacket and pants combo he liked. He had no qualms with getting ready in front of Tiamat, and he casually shed off the sweatpants he was wearing in favor of new clothing. It was clear his focus was back to being in work mode, his movements methodical and with purpose as she would have seen him whenever they trained.

He heard her ask him his suggestions for food when he was putting on a tie, fingers expertly working to do the knots. Emryc walked over to open up the container of gel to begin styling his hair, glancing at himself in the mirror, “Are you sure you want suggestions from me?” She would have seen his extraordinarily bland tastes in food. For breakfast he almost exclusively ate plates of fruit and sometimes granola. His diet was primarily vegetarian with the occasional protein very sparingly. It was nothing like her greasy and heavier meal preferences.

Emryc ran his fingers through his hair to finish up the styling, looking far more like the man that appeared on holo. He added the cologne and was back to being the Emryc Thorne the galaxy was beginning to meet. He put on his chrono on his wrist before walking over to grab his suit jacket.

Emryc glanced at her as he stepped out of the refresher, “There’s a gym attached to this resort. You’ll have privacy to do your kata. Your footwork needs improvement,” He said bluntly as he next grabbed his dress shoes to put on, sitting on the edge of the bed she was on to do so. Just because they slept together, it didn’t mean that he suddenly stopped being her teacher.

He packed up his laptop into a briefcase along with his figurines. There were even compartments to discreetly store his saber hilts. Emryc packed everything up and checked himself in the mirror one more time before casting a glance her way.

“Try not to kill anyone,” Emryc said with a grin before he turned to leave for the day.

@GABA

 

[Darth Tiamat]

She watched him quietly as he got dressed, eventually grinning widely as she watched him put on a tie, thinking how business he looked. If she had never met him, she could have sworn he was part of the Corellian elite with the way he dressed, the seems sharp, no wrinkles, his tie seemed expertly picked as he diligently tied it. He questioned her decision to ask for suggestions and Tiamat rolled onto her back while watching him from a world upside down. She gave a shrug, "I wouldn't even know where to start with room service." she said in her honesty and rolled her neck gently to comb her fiery locks with her fingers, letting them spread across the surface of the bed.

He disappeared into the refresher and came back out shortly, his hair styled, just about ready to be on his way. The cologne followed him as he walked back out and Tiamat closed her eyes, inhaling deeply, bringing a moment of bliss until it was interrupted by him suggesting she should work on her form. Tiah pursed her lips in a pout, she knew better though then to skip her exercises in the mornings regardless of the night she had and the exhaustion she felt in the morning. Her blue eyes looked up at him as he put on his shoes, finding the sight of him in this professionalism mode intriguing. When he got up, she rolled back over to watch him as he checked his appearance near the door. He suggested she try not to kill anyone and her brow narrowed to a promise she could probably keep if she tried.

"I'll just kill everyone instead." she responded and heard the click of the door as it shut. "I'll devour entire worlds if I have to..." she whispered to herself. The room was silent as she sat up on the bed, crossing her legs, pretending she needed a moment to figure out what to do first, but Tiah knew what she needed to do, she had a whole morning routine. However, everything seemed...thrown off as her mind kept pulling her to questions and doubts that have been eating at her since before she arrived. Tiamat rolled off the bed and stepped lightly into the refresher, jumping into the shower and finding herself standing there for longer than she could recall and didn't exit until she felt the water suddenly become cold.

Her mind was reeling from what happened last night; she wrapped herself in a towel and looked in the mirror at herself, almost with disappointment as she shook her head, "What the kriff are you doing, Tiamat." she softly spoke to herself, rubbing the towel through her hair, "Why are you doing this..." she asked herself, she knew the answer, but could not bring herself to speak it out loud. She paused to look at some of the bite marks on her body, frowning to the sight as she turned to look at the scars on her back and scratches that were left last night. Now that she was here with him, the longing she had felt prior would only be stronger when she left again; she may have felt strong enough to be herself, but strong enough to handle such feelings for him, the path felt uncertain.

She slipped back into her tunic from the previous night and decided to stop by her ship after her morning practice. Perhaps getting out of the hotel room would do her well.

@Sreeya