Ask Tatooine Cry Me A River

[Emryc Thorne]

His day was packed from the moment he left the room. It started with meeting up with Lia who actually remembered his tastes in food and brought over fruits and granola. He was constantly on the move, going on site to scope out the different areas to flag for drilling. Sensors were used to track and identify sandstone composites. Blackwell had come through on re-engineering from sonar technology to paint a picture of the kind of veins they were dealing with.

A third party contracting company had been brought over to start laying down the foundations of a mining camp. Licenses and permits were obtained and he had to smooth things over with a few angry farmers. The families were paid off to relocate for the time being to allow for drilling. Through it all, media surrounded him from far away, reporters relaying over his efforts. A few civilians gave interviews, some expressing skepticism while others were thrilled about the prospect of new jobs.

The twin suns had set by the time he made his way back. Emryc had been roped into having a few drinks with the executives, but he had an entire new backlog of items to get through. It was evening by the time he approached his hotel, and he was still on a comm call. He doubted he would find Tiamat still here - she had a habit of wandering off.

Emryc had his jacket slung over his shoulder as he used the keycard to walk in through the door. His eyebrows were furrowed as he spoke into the comlink.

“Yes, the Queen will be here in a week and we need to push up the schedule,” There was a moment of pause, “If anyone can make it happen, Lia, it’s you,” He said as he walked towards his room to change his clothing, “At the very least, the camp needs to be set up.”

@GABA

 

[Darth Tiamat]

Her morning practice and drills seemed to be what she needed to find familiarity in her routine; the day leading up to coming here and all day yesterday seemed to thrown the redhead into uncharted waters with no mooring to find some stability. She focused on her footwork, as much as she hated it when Emryc told her she was lacking on, she still took it to heart. She recalled the steps to the dance the night before, remembering what he had told her several times on how to incorporate the Force into her movements until it felt second nature.

Not bothering with another shower, she had taken off to her ship to gather some belongings, but it would be with a stutter of a thought to leave behind Tatooine. She could indeed just take off, she was exceptionally good about it, partially by habit as she would become so narrow focused, there would be nothing stopping her until she got what she wanted. However, if she would take off, she knew exactly why and she thought of the disappointment and annoyance he might feel if she didn't keep her word. Tiah didn't see herself exactly lying, surely wishful thinking, but if he took her seriously, which was hit or miss, she questioned if he would still have the same respect for her. Though, that thought of respect wanted to pull her down a different path and she quickly dismissed it. "What was there to lose..." she questioned herself out loud as she gathered her belongings; extra clothing, her own shampoo and other toiletries, a couple of her work journals, and the bottle of Serreno Champagne, given to her by Morgan.

With one more stop, Tiamat returned to the hotel room, more so enjoying the suite to herself as she soaked again in the tub. Housekeeping must have stopped by as the towels were restocked, the bed fixed and robes returned to designated places. And part of her outfit from yesterday had been cleaned and laid folded on a chair.

Tiamat thought she would be more nervous at such a bold idea, but she was starting to find it fun as she applied make-up and twisted light wavy curls in her hair with the iron. Lastly, she put on the red lace panties and bra, pressing up her breasts to decide if it had enough lift as she examined herself in the mirror: side, front, then back, finding it looking pleasantly well. She slipped on a floral pink and red silk robe, covering just enough as she took to her hypergate coordinates to keep her busy.

Setting up her her journals on the coffee table near the sofa, she sat quietly and worked; several hours passed and still Emryc was not back. Tiah frowned, checked her comm, but went back to work.

It was another couple hours did she stop again, her senses feeling him someplace on Tatooine, but he still had not returned. It was enough to cause her to pause and set down her pencil, but she shook her head of thoughts as to his forgetfulness. The thought nipped at her, making her question if he did forget or did not care. She let the thought fester before pushing it aside, picking up her pencil and returned to her calculations.

Another hour or so passed and the Tatooine suns were now setting. She stood up and stretched, pacing around the suite in her thoughts as she tried to decide what to do next; recalling he had finished work about this time, she decided she could wait it out just a little longer and went into the master bedroom, sitting on the ledge, waiting...

Eventually she had moved back to the headboard, sleep seemed to fall heavy on her eyelids as she pulled her knees up, using them to prop up her elbow as it was used to prop up her arm while her head rested comfortable against it. The suns had fallen beneath the horizon long ago and after a night of not sleeping, it was hard to resist its temptation.

It was almost like a fog when she heard talking, nearly ignoring it as she remained in the same place where she had fallen asleep. Her limbs felt entirely too heavy to give effort to move, she couldn't quite recall what she was doing before this amazing feeling of rest came over her. However, the click of the master bedroom door caused her blue eyes to open wide, suddenly remembering she was waiting for Emryc. Tiamat sat up straight with a grin of excitement, but frowned as she saw him clearly occupied with someone on the other line of his comm and she slowly scooted to the center of the bed. There was a bit of a look of disappointment as she glanced at the chrono, her blue eyes settled on him, giving him a stare that could challenge his own.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc stepped into the bedroom with a scowl from the call, but his gaze then landed on Tiamat. And her choice of attire. The surprise on his face was genuine, possibly the most genuine she had ever seen it. She would know at once that he had fully expected her to bolt as was normally her nature. The voice on the other line was still talking as he lowered the comlink and clicked it off.

He couldn’t recall ever seeing her in makeup, let alone with her sporting wavy curls. Emryc couldn’t help but take in sight of her, his eyes roaming over her body until they came to rest on the rather frosty stare back his way. He hadn’t believed her when she told him she would be here. Emryc’s face betrayed nothing, as was almost always the case. His eyes were as mysterious as ever, though he made no effort to hide the hints of desire there. She knew how she looked just then and he didn’t need to be coy about it. But in the end, he had arrived late, and that was where they stood now. He knew she was frustrated with him.

He didn’t move from the doorway, flashing her a grin as he casually brought a hand up to loosen his tie a bit. When he spoke next, it was likely a question that would weigh on her mind for some time. It was one that spoke to how consistent he had been since the first day they had met, “Would you want me if I was any other way?”

@GABA

 

[Darth Tiamat]

When he realized she was there, Tiamat opened her mouth to scold him but no words came. Instead she took in the surprise on his face; he looked suddenly very normal, his features suggesting that perhaps he was wrong in his assumption and luckily, it was not a mistake that would cost him his demise. Her blue eyes followed the commlink as he dropped it to his side, the chattering coming to a sudden stop. Her eyebrows raised in anticipation to what he would do or say next, a part of her wanted an apology, but he would never apologize, he made that promise when they first met. She never would have expected it either, she couldn't recall the last time she had apologized for her actions and so she didn't expect it from others. What was done, was done.

He stood silently, his silver eyes were studying her, she could feel him tracing her face, hair, body, taking in much of what she was certain she had never shown him. This included being present, here, and not fretting over her emotions on a ship halfway across the galaxy.

She wondered how many times she was late for him, made him wait without explanation before she had finally asked him to do so. She wondered if he was capable of feeling that same disappointment and frustration she felt this evening and how intense it was for him...and if this desire he felt for her was as strong for him as it was for her. Did he share the same emotions? Thoughts? He was a puzzle, but as so far, the pieces that did matter to her, she had seen it, felt it, and accepted it. Maybe even loved and cherished those pieces, even against her better judgement

His face would not betray what he was thinking or feeling and Tiamat rose to sit on her knees, her fingers playing with the knot of the sash, trying to decide if she should reveal more of her. Tiamat's gaze narrowed to his cocky grin as he loosened his tie, he would then speak, asking her a question that would make her pause.

She would be still for a moment, clearly thinking about what he asked, and soon her features then softened and the Force stirred. She untied the knot in her sash, letting her robe fall open as she crawled to the foot of the bed and Emryc would feel himself being tugged to meet her. Reaching up, she finished taking off his tie, then his belt, letting them drop to the floor, and started to unbutton his shirt. "Do you have more work to do tonight?" she asked him, closing her eyes in pause to smell the cologne that still lingered on him. "Or can you rest with me for a little bit?" she added, her tone soft as she pulled gently to untuck his shirt and moved to unbuttoning his trousers.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

He watched her every move, the way her delicate fingers undid the sash and the soft rustling of silk as the robe fell away from the front. His eyes scanned over her ivory skin, flawless save for the marks that he had left behind. The lingerie accented every bit of her, his gaze drinking in every curve and every freckle. The red contrasted against her skin, only enhanced by the perfect auburn curls that hung at her shoulders.

Emryc watched as she made her way towards him, stalking like a lioness fixated upon her prey. The hint of his grin remained on his face as he felt himself be tugged by the Force and towards her. He never took his eyes off hers as she reached up to take off his tie. He stood there and watched as her fingers dexterously worked to undress him. Emryc felt the belt slide out, cast aside along with the tie. His dress shirt was untucked and she began to fiddle with his pants.

“I always have more work to do,” He said quietly in response, picking up on her every move. Emryc’s hands came up to grasp hers to stop her from what she was doing. The Force gently nudged against her to ease her onto her back. He gazed down at her, grabbing a hold of one of her legs as she was back on the bed. He stood at the edge of it, his hand sliding up along the length of the leg to bring it up towards his shoulder. Emryc’s fingers worked up towards her ankles, applying pressure and dexterously working till he began to massage her foot. His fingers worked along the arches, knowing just how to navigate the foot of a dancer that had applied a significant amount of strain on the limb. He casually rested her foot against his shoulder as he worked it with nimble fingers. His gaze remained on her, the grin still there as he looked down with icy silvers.

“What’s the occasion?”

@GABA

 

[Darth Tiamat]

He always had more work...

And Tiamat wondered if he ever slept, though she sometimes thought the same of herself: there was always more work to be done, more reading, more studying. Sleep rarely came anyways for her, she wouldn't waste that time trying to do something she could not obtain.

He grasped her hands and she stopped immediately, glancing up to meet his gaze, her eyebrows raised in curiosity as she felt the Force subtly press against her. Slowly she leaned back, her red hair fanned against the surface of the bed as she combed her fingers underneath her head, spreading it out and then leaving her arms cactused on other side of her head. Her eyes softened as she focused on the ceiling until she closed them, feeling Emryc's fingers run along her leg until he reached her ankle. Usually she was the one who massaged her own feet after practice, but she was realizing she may have been missing out letting someone else do it for her.

"The occasion?" she hummed, trying to think of something that was not so cheesy. She did spend an awful amount of time getting ready, just to have him remove everything from her. However, there was something fun about this, "Would we need an occasion?" Tiamat asked, leaning her head gently to the side to catch his silvers, "I thought it would be a nice surprise." she explained, skirting the surface of what her true feelings spoke. She rolled her head back and closed her eyes, a finger slowly twisting around a lock of hair, "Did everything go well with the drilling project?" she asked.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc kept his gaze on her the entire time she spoke. He could pick up on the shifts in her emotions, their bond giving him more insight into her than she perhaps would like. He could tell when she was withholding details, but he also wasn’t the type to pry. He simply grinned when she switched topics to his work. His fingers continued to work to massage her foot, palm running along the bottom of it before he rolled it around to loosen up the joints.

“Things generally go how I intend,” Emryc said quietly. He casually left her foot on his shoulder, freeing his hands up temporarily to unbutton the rest of his shirt. The dress shirt parted, revealing a light gray v neck undershirt beneath that tightly formed to his perfectly sculpted frame.

He didn’t bother undressing himself much further, deciding instead to grab a hold of her foot again. He began to trace kisses along her ankle, and then began to work them down her calf and where it met her knee, nibbling along the sensitive skin beginning towards her thigh from there, “Did you do your kata today?”

@GABA

 

[Darth Tiamat]

One hand came down from the side of her head while Emryc continued to work on her foot, mentally noting what spots she liked the best, especially when she came to the bottom of her foot. The drills she practiced daily took their toll if she wasn't vigilant on care for her feet and ankles. They were essential and injury could very well mean an end to one's dancing career; stretches multiple times a day took care of it mainly, but she relished in the care Emryc was giving her. She started to trace along the strap and cup of her bra, her fingers dancing slowly along the lace as she listened to Emryc speak. She really did not expect for his meeting to not go well, it seemed if he wanted something, there was no stopping until he had it. It reminded her much of her own ambition when she set her mind to it.

She felt him pause and slightly shift, but she didn't move except for her fingers that still slowly danced across the patterns in the lace. Feeling, listening with her senses, pulling in what she could detect from Emryc. He took her leg again and begun to work down to her knee, taking his time; she felt herself wanting to wiggle out of his grasp, his lips tickled but delighted her. She tried to resist shifting too much and instead moved her fingers slowly down her center until she reached the seam of her panties, teasing her own senses as she started to trace the lace patterns again.

"My kata?" she hummed, "For several hours..." she informed, "With the music and dance from last night."

Tia turned her head, her other hand tangled in her hair, feeling herself pull on it slightly as he worked on her inner thigh, "Then I got my journals from my ship to work on coding. I feel like I am getting closer to figuring out how hypergates work - oh!" she paused and looked at Emryc again and then slightly past him, "There's champagne, but it might be warm."

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc watched the way she teasingly circled her fingers around the lacy garments. His keen eyes followed her movement, and he couldn’t deny the desires that were building up. He allowed a faint grin, focusing back on the kisses he was trailing along her leg. He paused to bite against the sensitive skin of her thigh, hearing her respond to his question.

He paused as soon as she revealed she hadn’t done the kata. Emryc pulled back then, setting her leg down as he rose to stand to his full height. His eyes narrowed as he looked down at her, “Your training is not a joke, Tiamat,” He said firmly, stepping back from the bed, “You are to do your kata every morning until you perfect your footing.”

Emryc looked around the bedroom, the space quite massive with lots of open space. He glanced back at Tiamat, “Get up and show me,” Emryc said curtly.

Nothing got in the way of discipline and principles. Not even sex.

@GABA

 

[Darth Tiamat]

Any trace of a smile quickly disappeared as she felt him pause, there was no needing for even the Force to tell her how Emryc felt about her response, the air in the room had shifted. She could feel him look down at her from the foot of the bed as he chastised her for believing her training was a joke and she laid in stillness, her gaze kept to the ceiling as she tried to keep herself from being suddenly washed away in her emotions. Any linger feelings of desire quickly evaporated as she sat up, there was a hint of annoyance directed at herself than anyone else. Emryc, was of course, being who he was - Emryc. She should have known better, trusting her gut instead of playing opposites with her feelings; she could have been on Vrogas Vas by now if she went with her impulses.

She left the silk robe on the bed as she stood up, moving to the center of the open space, rolling out her wrists, ankles, and neck in a quick warm up to ensure her body was awake and ready before falling into practice. She tried not to think about how she was going to be doing this in lingerie; she was relieved it was just Emryc and not an audience in a practice room. Though the redhead paused, her thoughts tickling the idea of resistance as she moved into the opening form, but decided against it.

Tiamat inhaled, her gaze falling on Emryc's sharp silver eyes, and the Force inhaled with her. She started with a slow, yet control breath, exhaling as her gazed softened on her surroundings and her mind cleared. Anytime she went into practice, she felt herself slide deeper into the Force; it pulled with her as she shifted her stance. Moving slowly, she created resistance and allowed for her to feel exactly where she stood not only in the room, but in the waves of the Force, commanding them to follow her call. It wrapped around her body giving herself a surreal grace that reminded her of when she would swim through the depths of the ocean. As much as it seemed dull and routine, once she started, there was very little complaint or weariness from the young woman. Often if she didn't set a timer, she could do through most of the day, repeating the positions until something interrupted her from the tranquility in movement.

Her soft curls licked like fire the faster she started to move; the deeper she went in her trance, the more the Force was ingrained into her motions. She relied on her senses, feeling and listening to where she could move through the open space in the room; it took her years to trust herself again, her feet and hands just missing the corners of furniture if she got too close. She waited to hear critique from Emryc, her pace slowed, her blue eyes fell on him before she pulled the veil of the shadow and returned her focus to her own movement throughout the room.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc could tell she wasn’t pleased with the sudden turn of events, but he also knew she wasn’t entirely surprised. Emryc was consistent from day one, and she had seen him for years push for the importance of training and routine. There were no exceptions for him, and there were no exceptions for her.

He walked over to the side of the bed, spotting the champagne. He turned the bottle away and popped it open, careful to prevent much of a spill. He poured himself a flute and casually eased himself into the bed after shrugging off his shirt and the undershirt. Emryc left the pants on for now, propping himself up to sit with his back against a pillow, legs stretched out with one foot over the other. He quietly sipped from his glass as he watched.

The display was strangely beautiful. His gaze followed her every move, especially her footwork. Every now and then he glanced up, catching the welts on her back from when she repented similar to how he had. His eyes were always cold and calculating, making it impossible to read him at all times.

“Pivot on the balls of your feet, you’re being flat footed,” He said curtly after a particular move. Sharp eyes followed as she repeated the move and then continued on. It wasn’t until she did the entire thing at least two more times before he was satisfied. Emryc signaled she was done only by floating over a flute of champagne towards her.

“I asked you to do it in the morning, you know,” He said simply, a half grin gracing his face. Emryc took in sight of her - watching the way her chest rose and fell from the exertion and the way her face was slightly more flushed. The curls became tousled waves, all of it working to make her even more stunning to him. He wasn’t shy about letting her know he was openly staring at her, quietly sipping from the glass and marveling.

"Are you too angry to join me now?"

@GABA

 

[Darth Tiamat]

It was a move she knew had always given her trouble; there was a muscle memory that told her to touch down at one point, but Emryc's critique reminded her to keep rotating on the ball of her foot. She pulled herself through a few more rotations until she carried through the entire kata and then repeated. Her eyes closed as she moved, recalling the movements she had just completed earlier. They were not fast or quick, they took time and already being short on sleep, she was finding this even more intolerable, but ever so more essential to her continued training.

Deeper along the crevasses of the Force she went as she tied herself in its power; she let it crawl through her limbs, and then into her center, until it begun to tendril into her mind. She started catching images and vague clips, sounds, sensations, and smells as she moved through her kata and the Force. They flew too quickly for her to catch and see exactly what they entailed, until she was able to reach for what looked to be the hilt of a saber. The redhead paused in her step, opening her eyes to see what she thought she had caught, but confusion flashed across her face as she held the champagne flute. Her thumb moved across the glass' surface as though she were thumbing the activation switch of the saber and heard Emryc say something cheek.

Tiamat looked over to where he was relaxing, holding a stupid half-grin in her presence,. Her face warmed even more and she did not respond, her blue eyes turned as icy as they were when he arrived this evening. With a bit more grace than with the shot glass the previous night, Tiamat downed the entire glass, thirsty from the workout. She looked at the empty glass as though it purposely betrayed her in believing it were a saber hilt, "Too angry?" she hummed and shrugged, observing the awe he held for her. She looked at the glass again and then set it down, trading it for less revealing clothing, "I have work I need to do tonight." she said slipping on the pants and then tunic, looking frumpy as she twisted her hair into a bun on top of her head. "You probably do too." she said stepping into her shoes.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc wasn’t the least bit surprised when she shot him a glare, throwing back the champagne glass. As she went to grasp at her clothing, they floated casually out of her reach and towards him, plopping down on the bed next to him. He gazed at her as he sipped from the champagne.

“I recall you having no qualms with interrupting my work before,” Emryc said calmly, unfazed by her little silent tantrum, “And you look far too beautiful to put this trash back on now,” He cast her Tatooine clothing a cursory look of disgust. She was more than free to walk over and snatch her clothing away like he expected, and he wouldn’t stop her then.

Emryc tilted his head slightly as he looked at her, a full grin this time, “You’ve bullshitted me about where you would be before, you know,” He casually reminded her. She had a habit of being as fleeting as the wind and taking off without a warning, “I wouldn’t desire you if you weren’t the way you are.”

@GABA

 

[Darth Tiamat]

He pulled her clothing to him just as she were to grasp it and Tia felt her fingers curl into a fist. Annoyed by the gesture, she thought she was going to have to play games as she turned to see the clothing next to him. She was about to argue when a compliment followed and Tia was feeling herself being lured back in to his charm. The compliment was enough to get her to pause. Her eyes glanced at her clothing but she didn’t take it. If her attire did well to blend her in, she wasn’t sure why he would give it a look of such disdain. She wasn’t him after all, she had grown to look plain and undesirable for many years prior to meeting him, it served her well...mostly. If it gave him a disgusted look then she knew it was working; besides she didn’t need to show off to the public unlike him.

But hearing she looked beautiful as she currently did made her blue eyes thaw and her gaze softened. She had thought the same for herself when she was getting ready but hearing it from Emryc returned some of the delight she had been feeling earlier.

She slowly stepped to the bed, his grin wide as he seemed to have caught on quickly to her ability of ghosting him and others mostly without warning. Tiamat grinned, finding that to be quite amusing in general even more with Emryc’s observation. But what he would add about desiring her made her thoughts shift, no longer thinking about the odd champagne flute or his poor timing for training. She flickered her fingers and her clothing returned back to the chair where it had den set earlier and she climbed onto the bed next to him. She curled closely beside him, pulling an arm around herself and running a hand along his abdomen.

“What about me do you desire?” she asked, her voice soft, yet curious as she gently trickled her fingers up and then down his torso.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc watched her ease back into the bed as he sipped the last of the champagne from his glass. He set the glass aside, turning to glance at her as she curled up near him. Emryc’s gaze shifted to her fingers that traced along his torso, brushing over the muscles and warm skin. He heard her question and there was silence for a moment. The beginnings of a grin tugged at his lips.

He reached over and easily moved her, bringing her onto his lap in one fluid motion. Her knees were on both sides of his hips, and his hands rested comfortable along her thighs. Emryc stared into her eyes, the steely gaze as icy as ever. It was accompanied with a grin that was almost amused, “I don’t believe you need external validation from me or anyone else to know your qualities,” He said simply.

As he spoke, one of his hands slid up her back, fingers casually unhooking the lingerie easily. His gaze didn’t shift down as he allowed the garment to begin sliding off her shoulders and fall away. Compliment fishing with him was almost always met with disappointment. He complimented on his own terms, just as he did most things.

@GABA

 

[Darth Tiamat]

Her thoughts drifted for a moment, nearly forgetting about what she had just asked as she caught glimpse of the champagne glass on the nightstand. She felt the curiosity of the images she saw in place of reality, but Emryc shifting her onto his lap pulled her back to the present. The sudden movement startled and delighted her at the same time as she settled, grinning and giggling to the response from him. She inched just a little closer, thighs squeezing along his legs as she leaned in, lips barely touching his as she kept her eyes locked on his while he spoke with a grin.

"No?" she raised her eyebrows and hummed playfully, her finger tips running along his forearms, "Maybe I don't..." she said kissing him gently at first, still able to taste the champagne on his lips. He did have a habit of giving her validation in other ways, she had to learn over the years to see differently. It required more work at times and more rethinking on her part that often clashed with her own self-defeating beliefs. In the end, he seemed to know her better than she did and what he did show spoke louder than any compliment she would receive from him. And yet...she did not feel she knew much about him.

His hands slid up her back and Tia felt the garment loosen; she paused, letting it glide down her arms before discarding it beside the bed. Her blue eyes never breaking from him as her hunger and passion grew; she leaned back in, wrapping her arms behind his head and neck to pull him closer to her. Her fingers combed up through his soft dark hair and suddenly she did not want him to let her go as she kissed him again and again. "Show me how much you desire me." she spoke between breaths, locking her eyes with his for a moment, searching for the familiar hunger she felt.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

The amusement lingered in his eyes as she spoke, a hint of fire there that was almost teasing in nature. He felt her kiss him, and he bit down into her bottom lip as his hands slid up along her body. She had asked something of him, and he would oblige. His hands moved without restraint as they felt, grasped and teased however he pleased. His lips followed suit, traveling down her neck and to her collarbones and then below, his actions hungry and urgent.

She had had her way with him before, and he wanted the same. Thoughts of his work and his political campaign fled from his mind as he was lost in the salty taste of her skin from doing her training. He pulled back only for a moment to effortlessly turn her around and push her against the bed, though he didn’t hold her.

Emryc leaned down and brushed her hair aside, trailing kisses down the back of her neck and down her shoulder. When he spoke, he murmured quietly against her skin, “Maybe I’ll show you several times over,” His hands slid down her sides, fingers hooking into the last bit of clothing she had on her.

@GABA

 

[Darth Tiamat]

His hands found all of her and she allowed him, not stopping where he touched and teased. She tilted head back, letting her red hair fall behind and exposing more of her neck for him to taste as he continued downward, her mind melting into bliss and excitement. A moan escaped her lips and she grinded slowly against his hips, a pleasurable grin crossed her lips, enjoying what she felt as she did it again. He pulled back for just a moment, and she suddenly felt the world turn around her, now facing down on the bed and Emryc on top, his lips peppered along the back of her neck.

She grasped the sheets with both hands as he reached her shoulder, finding a spot she adored with his touch. He spoke and Tiamat inhaled, feeling the warmth of his breath against her skin. She felt incredibly vulnerable and in a way exposed, her grin subsiding as she tried to decide how she felt about being where she was, it felt different, but curiosity bit, luring her into his proposal. He ran his hands along her sides, feeling him tug slightly at the last of her lingerie and suddenly her grin returned and she buried her face into the bed before turning it to the side again, brushing away her red locks that had found their way along her cheek. He had let her be in control previously and now she could feel he wanted to do things his way and as much as she disliked letting go of that control, following what he had had seemed to bring her rewards in other ways.

"Is that a promise?" she asked him.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

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Several hours had passed before Emryc finally pulled away from the bed. He wasn’t quite sure of the time, but it was still dark outside. He had set aside work to get done at night, and his duties would call him away. However, that didn’t mean that he hadn’t had his way this time. He stood at the edge of the bed, wiping the sweat from his hair, his entire body coated in it. Emryc had allowed a bit more of his primal nature to seep through, but nothing more than what Tiamat could handle. She would still likely be walking funny for a day or two and would have quite a few more marks on her.

The half Sephi stepped away and opened the closet to find some pants to change into. He was back to being methodical as usual, rifling through clothing till he found some. He wasn’t exactly the cuddling type, and he doubted Tiamat was either. Emryc suddenly remembered something as he put on the loose fitting sweatpants. He drew out a small box and turned to look at Tiamat.

“Forgot but I had this for you for when I saw you next,” He tossed the box towards her on the bed. It was a bottle of perfume, the women’s version of the same brand he wore. She had asked about it back on Lothal, a tidbit he had filed away. Emryc said nothing else about it, turning away to bring out a cigarra to place between his lips. He lit it and blew out a cloud of smoke as he thought about his suit choice for the next day.

“Are you going to disappear without warning tomorrow?” He asked flatly, tilting his head to look at her as he exhaled smoke.

@GABA

 

[Darth Tiamat]

She could feel her heart beating quickly, her fingers gently caressing along her sides as she floated in ecstasy. Her cheeks were still flushed and her eyes held a soft gaze, starring beyond the ceiling; her thoughts taking her back just to moments earlier, savoring everything that Emryc had introduced and shared in his passion just as she had asked him to do. She didn't want to move and only continue to feel the warmth pulse through her body while the feeling of exhaustion lingered just beyond, keeping her from rushing onward. As her fingers trailed back up, she decided that was becoming too much effort and let her arms sprawl out on the bed.

Tiamat turned her head slowly to watch Emryc rise from the bed. His body still covered in sweat, the illuminators highlighting the definitions of his muscles as he stood in front of the closet. Tiamat couldn't find the effort to push herself up and was uncertain if her arms or even her legs could hold her body up for any given period of time. She felt her body tense in the thought of moving and instead she completely relaxed, feeling her eyelids grow heavy until she heard him speak.

Her eyes opened again as he tossed her a small box; the Force shifted as she caught it in an invisible grasp pulling it to her palm. Mustering enough energy to roll over, her red hair falling over lazily across her face before she pushed it back, letting it trickle over to the side. She opened the small box revealing the perfume inside, at first it was not registering what he had given her until she removed the bottle entirely and gasped, grinning widely as she spritz some of it on her wrist. She was taken instantly by it, "Emryc...this is...wow..." she brushed her wrist in front of her nose, taking in the earthly scent, "Thank you." she said with sincere tone; she never thought she had thanked him for anything, but for him to just gift her something...that seemed something entirely different and something she felt deserved gratitude.

Rolling onto her back as she started to feel her arms become shaky, Emryc asked her if she were to disappear tomorrow. Her eyebrows raised, curious of such a question as she studied the ceiling. She didn't answer right away, he must felt it was coming since this was probably the longest she had stuck around outside training. Not to mention, her feelings earlier that evening, she could have easily hopped to the next system, and if she could walk, there could have been a chance she would find herself heading back to her ship as soon as Emryc busied himself with something else.

The cigarra smoke billowed over to where she rested, and she smiled for a moment, her thoughts returning to the present, "Do you like to look at the stars?" she asked him.

@Sreeya