Ask No Conflict in the Garden

[Param Vour]

Param let the blow to her kidney, however painful and yelp inducing, land. An acceptance and attempt to open up to the galaxy. To have friends, and people she loved. An innocence only felt when exploring the galaxy for the first time. The blow would go unblocked, but not unanswered.

She swept Cyu's punching hand to the side with her right hand. It was graceful, not overly committal. A willingness and want to be normal. The blow that came after the sweep was much less graceful, in the form of an aggressive punch toward Cyu's stomach. The acceptance that normal was never going to happen.

It wasn't the only thing she did, though. Param stepped forward with her left foot, putting it between Cyu's feet, and even giving her more of her left arm. A willingness to submit when time calls for it. She used her left knee to strike the inside of Cyu's thigh. Little underhanded betrayals, harsh lies, false sences of honor, being met with unwavering truth.

@Xorism

 

[Nevizkas]

Watching as her blows landed, it didn't take Param long to reply in kind.

A fight was more than the sum of strikes and blows, and this one was not just a story. It was a blank canvas being explored for the first time. Each movement, twist of the wrist and bodily response struck broad strokes of colour upon it.

Taking the blow to her stomach was a statement of defiance. A declaration of resilience and unwavering strength meshed together. But her cheeky knee strike would find resistance as Cyu's thighs closed ranks and seized the wayward appendage. An expression of freedom freely offered, and taken in turn.

Bringing her arm back toward the other, Cyutadakyr watched () to see her reaction with intense interest, as the pureblood's fingers moved to wrap themselves around the Echani's throat. The freedom to dominate, a desire to control where out of control, and unbridled honesty.

@TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

Param had no idea if Cyu was feeling anything, or listening, but she herself was getting a story that had her eyes fighting back tears. The girl had been through so much, and yet she not only prevailed over all of it, she was still kind, warm, and fun. It was a terrifying inspiration, and it felt weird to not have to tip toe around a Sith. Param could be herself, and it didn't make Cyu even bat an eye.

The moment Cyu's hand closed around her neck, Param's eyes widened. Her ability to respond, her ability to act gone in an instant. Freedom nullified. Heart racing at the prospects, and yet, there was a fire? An excitement? The blend mixed and swirled, culminating in a small tilt of Param's head backwards, inadvertantly allowing Cyu more of her neck, and a small, very involuntary moan that had Param's cheeks flushed bright red.

She didn't move, in stunned silence for only a second, before she scowled at Cyu. She launched herself forward, wrapping her free leg around the back of Cyu's and toppling her. Param half straddled the Sith right there in the sand. Cheeks still burning with embarrassment, Param used the little room her attack had given her throat. "You always have a place here," she said quietly, her eyes fixed on Cyu's.

@Xorism

 

[Nevizkas]

The temptress fell, interlocked and staring as the sand broke their fall. The Echani didn't need to teach Cyutadakyr what that one meant, their skin tones matching in the exchange. A wondrous thrill always arrived after a chase, although in this case the prey had come to her.

With desires aflame in her opal whites, Param would feel a thumb tracing lines across her neck before the choke became a pull. Transfixed upon her lips, Cyu smiled, planting a small kiss upon the others. "Show me, then." Glancing back towards the house. "I want to see it." She purred.

@TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

Param was surprised when Cyu pulled her down by the neck, gave her a small kiss. The excitement, the desire, from a moment ago coursed through Param again. The echani never taught her how to listen with her lips though, or through a gentle caress upon her neck. Did... did Cyu actually want her? Was this an elaborate ploy to break her? For Param to give Cyu the freedom she'd fought so hard to obtain?

It wouldn't matter. The moment Cyu said she wanted to see the house, Param melted. Cyu would feel her small tremble, a mixture of fear, curiosity, and genuine empathy. Param placed a trembling hand on Cyu's collar, an embarassed smile coming to her lips. "U-um..." It was new territory for her, her legs wobbly, her cheeks brighter than a lightsaber, and head in a complete daze. She didn't have the words to say she couldn't stand. Couldn't lead Cyu to her house. Instead she just pushed against Cyu's hand on her throat, and pressed her lips to her friend's, subconsciously pressing her body against her as well.

@Xorism

 

[Nevizkas]

While Param had sought to teach her wily Echani tricks, Cyutadakyr had attempted to learn. In time and perhaps under direct, intense tutelage, the lessons could become fruitful, and they'd come to share in the beautiful martial language that was the duel.

But that was then, and this was now.

The delectable sensation rushing through the pureblood's body washed away any worries or concerns. Her silver lover, tied, for now, only in the bonds of passion, reciprocated. Teasing would come, oh so very much teasing awaited her. Drawing together, Cyu raced her fingers up across Param's back slowly but surely, drawing lines and building pleasure as they made out.

Finally, at some point, Cyu pulled back from the hunger in her opal eyes. It was a weird sensation for Cyu, to pause in the midst of the throes of passion, yet here she was, caught.

Lingering for a moment before brushing it aside and rolling the woman over onto her back. Kneeling between her legs and leaning over her, she coyly whispered, "Miss Vour." Cooing, and lowering herself to plant kisses on the others' chest, and stomach, she continued.

"Will you be mine, tonight?"

@TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

Param's heart beat heavily against her chest. She was no stranger to passion, at least the kind that would carry her through battlefields small and large. Passion that would fuel the Force and the fire within. No this passion was new to her. This desire was new; it was reciprocated. Her silver eyes searched the Cyu's only to find a reflection of her own yearning. With shallow breaths, the only thing Param could muster was a tiny nod.

It was a nod that would set their passion in motion, a burning star between them. A form of communication that needed no form of training or master to teach. It was new to Param, and despite her apprehension, she gave herself over to it entirely.

When it was over, Param was nuzzled against Cyu, tracing her finger lightly over the Sith's scars. They were both caked in sand, but Param didn't want the moment to end. She had so many questions, so many things she wanted the answers to, but not a single idea of how to even start. Instead, the only thing that came out was a joke. A quick quip as her finger continued to trace the legacy and darkness of her friend. "Maybe the sand wasn't such a good idea."

@Xorism

 

[Nevizkas]

Lying there in the sand, babe in arm, and staring into the nature above was perhaps the most peaceful that Cyutadakyr had felt in some time. So often had her adventures been brutal, twisted and torn both in the battlefield and bed that the alternative had almost become a stranger.

She couldn't help but smirk at the quip, adding her own warmly. "At least there wasn't any cacti, my dear." The cool sands of a training arena were nothing like the scorching sands of Korriban, nor did it come with the assorted life that could figuratively and literally bite you on the ass.

Turning her head to kiss Param's, she contently asked, "Shall we stay here a little longer, I quite enjoy these sights." Although it had gotten a little late by now. "Although I will take a hot shower before bed if you've got one."

Cyu hadn't decided if she'd stay longer than the night, although that decision was becoming harder with each passing minute. For now, she'd simply wait and see what the morrow brought.

@TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

A shiver ran up Param's spine at the mention of cacti. She nuzzled a little closer Cyu, the sand suddenly not feeling as coarse and irritating as it was before. Her eyes lifted to Cyu's, her lover a beautiful visage that only grew in beauty every time Param opened her eyes again. There was no turning back now, was there? The pit of turmoil in her stomach, so many questions without answers, grew. Param silenced them by propping herself up on her elbow, leaning over and pressing her lips to Cyu's, hand that was tracing her scars cupped tightly around her side. Cyu wouldn't need any training to know what this move meant. Please don't let me go.

When she broke the kiss, Param was smiling. It was again her mischevious smile. The pit was gone, and she had just learned a few things she wasn't expecting to learn. Practice makes perfect right? "How about we both shower, and make it just a little hotter," she whispered, lips barely hovering above Cyu's.

/end

@Xorism