Sleep Interrupted

[Saint]

It'd been an exceptionally long day. Even though it was only a couple of hours before midnight, Deacon was -incredibly- tired. Incredibly so. Typically he would stay in the Outlander's Club until the wee hours of the morning, usually heading in before twilight. Today though, he had to get up early to meet with the Crime Lord of Coruscant, his direct-line supervisor.

As a Crime Shadow, Deacon was his right-hand man. Giving input on the boss' plans was only a part of his job. The operations and executions of such were his main focus. So far, Deke had been able to persuade his boss to refrain from running operations that were against the Coruscanti government and the Republic directly. Well, mostly anyway. There was that deal with the Coruscanti Senator...

Stepping into his decently-sized apartment in one of the 'better' sections of Coruscant, Deacon ran his fingers over the security pad, adjusting the settings now that he was home. Before long, he was in the refresher, washing away the day's filth as he made ready to hit the sack. Tonite, he'd sleep like a rock.

Crawling into his king-sized bed alone, as usual, Deacon laid there in just his boxer shorts alone, arms folded behind his head as he thought on what had transpired throughout the day. The Crime Lord was aggressive, that much was for sure. Deke really didn't meet with him all that often but when he did, he found himself wondering what it would be like to be at that level.

Himself, he rather enjoyed handling the operations and such rather than the administrative and planning. And thankfully, the boss-man didn't mettle too much in Deacon's affairs. So long as he was successful and making it all happen, the Crime Lord didn't much care just how an operation was executed, so long as it was a success. He gave Deacon his intent, and the Crime Shadow (Deke) took it from there. They had a good, working relationship.

Closing his eyes, Deacon was looking forward to a -long- night of sleep. He planned on sleeping in until around noon or so; the idea being not to screw up his sleep schedule too much. The darkness took him as his breathing slowed and he drifted off into the world of unconsiousness. The lightest of snorers, Deke hardly stirred as his body lay nigh-motionless for the first two-three hours of deep, heavy sleep.

No dreams tonite. Just rest. Even his cybernetic eye was on sleep-mode; the most basic of motion sensors active within it just in case, its faint glow the dullest of reds.

 

[Dread]

She had been in a rush to leave Conscio, and it was a long trip indeed; she ended up landing on Coruscant at least a few hours till midnight it's time. Not a particularly safe time to be running about. Blythe normally kept spare clothing on her personal vessel, but this time she had opted to leave most of her things behind because of her rush, including her zersium mask with a tricopper outer face. It had served her well in many of battles, but she didn't expect to get into anything intense during this trip - well, anything that would include engaging another Force user in battle anyway. Her Bogan robes had one perk at least, they had detoured anyone that saw her alone on the street. It was either that, or her Curve Hilted Electrum Lightsaber that was loosely clipped to her belt.

At first, when she arrived, it was only raining with the lightest of sprinkles. They almost looked like little bits of shimmering diamonds falling from the sky as the endless amounts of street lights lit each droplet up. It was almost enchanting, until the light sprinkle turned into a downpour. Her stroll in the streets turned into a run, and her hood had been quickly pulled over her head, covering as much of her face as she could with it.

Blythe spent the night asking around for Deacon in the Outlander's Club. She hadn't forced any info out of anyone, per say, she had just...giving them incentive...with the Force. Nothing she hadn't done before, but she did feel guilty. However, other things on her mind far outweighed the guilt of cracking minds of the weak. Maybe it shouldn't have, but Blythe knew no better. No one had taught her other methods.

Finally, she found herself in front of the door that was supposedly Deacon's apartment. It had been in a nicer area then she expected, but she hadn't learned all that much about Deacon during the night, besides not exactly been a fan of Force users, being a bit of a bad boy, gentlemen and enjoying hanging in the bar.

Bringing her hand just a inch from the door, she curled her fingers into a fist before tapping it. She wasn't sure if this was even Deacon's apartment, or if he'd hear her knock, but she'd wait and see how far her luck had gotten her. Even if it was his place, she wondered if he would remember her, it was almost a month since their first meeting...

 

[Saint]

Deacon's datapad had been beeping for the last hour or so, but he hadn't noticed. Out like a light, he had been in a deep sleep for the past three hours or so. Eventually, the automated persistence of his datapad had won out, and slowly but surely, one of the five-minute incremental alerts had finally awoke him enough to cause Deacon to stir and sit up on the edge of his bed.

"Really? The one flippin' night I take off from the Club an' they can't leave me alone?" He was in a bit of a sour mood as he accessed his message on the datapad. There was only one. Reading it over, it was very basic in nature, stating that someone had been a little persistent in asking around about him.

"Yeah, that can wait," Deke muttered to himself as he stood up slowly, pressing up with one hand as his lips smacked. Yawning long and hard, he made his way over to the refresher. Taking a moment to wash his hands, he looked up at the mirror rather groggily at himself. Krath, he needed more sleep.

Wiping his hands off, Deacon had just walked out of the refresher, turning sharply for his bed and the sleep he would soon welcome when there came a knock at the door. With an uncertain look, he scratched a hand over his chest as he took a few slow steps towards the door. Peeking through the peep hole, Deke didn't immediately recognize the face.

"Name an' business," he inquired simply as he depressed the comm button as he made to stand by the side of the door, just as a precaution. It was -way- too early for simple visitors... or way too late, however you wanted to look at it. Add to that, he wasn't exactly dressed approriately in his navy blue boxers...

 

[Dread]

The male voice that rung through the comm was slightly muffled. Blythe wasn't exactly sure it was Deacon's, though it sounded close from what she could remember. There was something else she noticed, something that was way clearer to her then that voice, it was someones presence. Was it really him? Is this what Deacon felt like? Blythe found herself pausing for a few seconds, almost forgetting about being asked a question.

Once she got herself together she brought both her hands to her hood and slipped if off. Some of her hair was pulled back, because it was a small bit of a struggle to get it off; the hood was pretty soaked. In fact, she was pretty soaked all over from the rain, and now that she thought about it more, she was cold. Though she didn't shiver. She was tough, having faced a colder climate on Ando Prime before Jord took her on the ship to Conscio. She was lucky her master wasn't ordered to stay there, or that he didn't leave her, because later they got news of the attack on Ando Prime, by the Jedi and Republic. It left the temple in ruins, but in the end, it left the Republic in shatters, which helped the Hutts come out on top during the first Hutt War. A loss, yet a victory still.

Blythe bit her bottom lip, then replied, "Blythe..." in a soft whisper. "And as for my business, I'm not so sure what that is." One of her hands lifted and placed on the door, she was trying to buy time to get to store the memory of this sense she had of Deacon, if it was him, "I just decided I wanted to see you...and here I am."

 

[Saint]

Blythe... Blythe.. Deacon recited the name over a couple of times in his mind, trying to place it. Oh Frack! Blythe?! It hit him like a ton of bricks. What was she doing at his door? He had thought about her off and on for a couple-three weeks after their last meeting, but this last week, not as much. It'd been nearly a month since then and to be honest, he had figured she wouldn't be back, being as she hadn't come around already.

Deacon fought the locks on his door and soon opened it, struggling a bit as he wasn't fully alert just yet. He was getting there though. The mental shock of the wandering Jedi from the club standing at his door at two in the morning helping to do the trick. Once opened, he stood there in the doorway, one hand on the edge of the door, the other placed against the wall.

"Blythe?" he began and then cleared his throat a bit, his good eye blinking once or twice as he tried to focus. Even though she had just said it, Deacon asked her again, "Wha... what are you doing here?" Swallowing hard, he looked her over, noting her soaking wet attire yet somehow missing the lightsaber at her waist.

"Why are you all wet? Here, come inside," he offered as he turned, stepping away from the door and moving to retrieve his own house coat for her from the master bedroom. He rubbed a hand over his face as he did so, trying to wipe the sleep away as he yawned yet again. He still hadn't fully activated his cybernetic eye, nor was he wearing his amulet.

"Want somethin' hot t'drink? An' here I was beginnin' t'think I wouldn't see or hear from you again..." He retrieved a dark, plush and comfortable house coat that was devoid of any type of markings or designs save for a red dragon over the chest that heavily-resembled the one he had tattooed on his arm. "Here... shed that sopping cloak a'yours an' try this on. I'll hang it in my cool-dryer."

Gesturing towards a mat by the door, he further added, "An' feel free t'take off yer shoes there. Make y'self comfortable." His mind and thoughts were all over the place right about now. Still trying to make up, wondering what in the world she was doing here, and why at two in the morning? Suddenly, another question had popped into his mind. How had she found him? Weird... Perhaps he should've been on guard or something, but he wasn't. While not actively thinking about it, Deacon was not afraid of the woman at his door.

 

[Dread]

Hearing the locks, Blythe brought her hand back to the saftey of her side well taking a single step back. The first sight of Deacon was him in his boxer. Blythe felt her lips tremble, then escaped a small giggle from them that she couldn't stop. It didn't last long, but she was still surprised afterwards. For the second time, Deacon manged to make her giggle like that. Both of which happened naturally without any effort on his part, it seemed anyway.

"It's raining pretty heavily outside..." Just idle talk, but it helped her from thinking about the fact he wasn't wearing his amulet. Naturally, she was picking on trace amounts of his emotions. Trying not to take advantage of this too much, she attempting to numb out the bulk of what she picked up from him. For now...

Blythe looked to the ground when he offered her something hot to drink. "I'm fine...really" Well, actually, it would be nice, she thought. Regardless, she decided not to ask Deacon to make something for her so late, even though she did show up at 2am.

After she took off her boots she cautiously accepted the house coat. "...Dry it?" A confused look set over her face. People did that? No one had dried her robes, in fact they had rarely been cleaned. Most of the time they were replaced rather then the latter. Anyway...she turned around and put the house coat over her so they she could cover herself well she slipped off her robes; first her overtunic, then undertunic, sash and then finally her tabard. In a way she felt bad, the clothing would soak the floor a bit...Though what was she to do with her belt that held her tools and lightsaber? Should she carry it or put it to the side. Blythe felt panic settle over her for a second, but then let the belt, with the lightsaber attached, float over to the nearest counter to rest upon, using the force to do so. Now she brought the house coat snug to her skin.

"Deacon?" Blythe started to talk again, "You seem really out of it and tired...are you sure you mind me being here?" He hadn't questioned her about how she got here yet, which was good, but she expected something at some point.

 

[Saint]

Deacon hadn't noticed Blythe's reaction to him at the doorway, his mind still a hazy fog as he was trying to process exactly just what she was doing at his doorstep at this hour of the night... or morning... whatever. She did mention that it was raining pretty heavily outside though, which explained her soaked attire. He returned with his house coat and quirked an eyebrow as she turned about, her back to him, in order to remove her cloak.

It took him a few moments, but finally, Deacon realized that she was, in fact, stripping down behind his house coat. That most certainly wasn't what he intended, but he had the proof right there. His mind raced with thoughts and imagined images of what she was doing, and if she was truly... without further attire, underneath his house coat. Whew... easy now...

Suddenly, the realization of his own near-nakedness hit him. Clearing his throat, he turned away from her and made for his bedchamber once again, this time to grab at least a shirt and some pants... or something. He missed her little floating act with belt and lightsaber altogether, his mind in other places. Shoot, he still hadn't bothered to turn on his cybernetic eye just yet.

Fixing that, it took but a moment to power it up while he threw on a long-sleeved, white, button-up collared dress shirt, the cuffs rolled up to just below the elbows. He could've gotten away with just that, but his previous thoughts and wonderings about her... lack of attire, had stirred him up a bit. Picking up a pair of dark pants, Deacon quickly pulled them on, making his way out of the room just as he finished buttoning the top button of his fly.

Pausing by the entrance to his kitchen area, Deacon listened to her question about him minding that she was here. Waving a dismissive hand as he half-scoffed at the idea, his senses were coming back to him fully as he replied, "I'm sure... I'm sure... Now, are -you- sure you don't wan' somethin' t'drink? I'm gonna make m'self some hot tea. Yer welcome t'some if'n you like." He tried reasonably hard to offer her a congenial smile, but it probably came off as pretty tired either way.

Blinking his eyes a few times, he turned aside as he stepped into the kitchen, filling a kettle for some hot water. It would take a minute, but hot, freshly-brewed tea was most certainly worth the wait. Not to mention adding half a tablespoon of sugar... Mmmm... Leaving the water to heat up, Deacon walked back out into the living area, inquiring once again of Blythe as he ran a hand through his hair, a somewhat puzzled look on his face, "Okay... so -why- are you here again?" He wasn't sure that he quite understood just yet. Had she -really- hunted him down at his own residence, not willing to wait just one day? Was it something important? How important? Was she in danger? Why was she here? Was she only in his house coat?

Krath... and throughout all this, he didn't have his amulet on him. Even still, the thought had yet to cross his mind regarding it. He most certainly wasn't used to being awaken like this... and -by- someone like this. Someone like this? Who was he kidding. There -was- nobody else like this. Trying hard to keep a mostly curious look, Deacon began to quirk the hints of a smile; thoughts crossing his mind that, Krath... she really does like you!! Wow... tracked you down to your own house... heh.

It still hadn't hit him just yet as troubling. Moreso a curiousity and an incredulous feeling. Wait... wasn't she a....

 

[Dread]

She followed Deacon to the kitchen doorway, leaning on it well he put the water in the kettle.Tea was something she did enjoy, as long as it was steeped right, though she'd never complain if it wasn't. It wasn't like the every day person knew the art to making tea. Putting aside these thoughts she gave Deacon a nod then an answer, "If you're having some then I will."

Those wild emotions were getting stronger, and it stirred interest in her. What had him suddenly in that state? Needless to say, she was very, very tempted to try to figure it out. Then she bit her tongue slightly and grimaced at the pain. Since he had got dressed she had an idea. She wanted to stay by his wishes...sorta.

Before she did anything, though, he asked her again about why she was here. "Just like I said...I wanted to see you." That was true, but it wasn't the whole story. Not even close. Blythe decided to give him a bit more, "Do you remember I said I was running from something? I'm still doing that...maybe longer this time. I don't know." Yet again she wasn't completely clear about it, but she hoped he'd accept it as better then nothing.

With that out of the way she pushed off the doorway. She placed one of her hands on her chest, getting a handful of the house coat to keep it in place as she walked up to Deacon. She maneuvered to get in front of him, her back to the counter, hopefully, and if she did she would delicately place her hand on his chest, around the area where his amulet was when she last saw it. "You got dressed, but you forgot your amulet." She'd remove her hand now...

 

[Saint]

Deacon had figured that she would like something hot to drink. He always enjoyed some hot sweet tea himself, though perhaps she didn't like it sweet... whichever, he'd leave it unsweetened when he finally got some hot enough water. Regardless, being that soaked through, most anyone would've accepted hot tea once offered; though his own reasons were to help make him more alert.

She'd followed him to the kitchen, pausing at the doorway as she watched him fiddle with the stovetop, kettle, water, and such. Smirking a bit crookedly, he had glanced over at her briefly while he fetched a couple of mugs; nothing fancy, just dark blue mugs with simple handles. He felt as though she were watching his every move. The thought excited him a bit more.

Her response as to why she was there was... repetitive. He just realized that she indeed had said it earlier, upon arrival. Shaking his head lightly, he grunted humoredly at himself. Then she went on to explain a bit more. Something about running away... it took him a moment, but he soon remembered just what she was talking about. Bogan and the Jedi wasn't it? Something.

Wait a moment, did she just say... maybe longer this time? Deacon turned suddenly to look at her, a bit in shock at the statement as he tried to process it. Where would she be staying? Did she have no other place to go? Is that why she was here? Oh wow... and in all this, she wanted to come to YOUR place... He swallowed hard, mind still racing.

He simply froze and stared while she moved over closer to him, standing between him and the counter. Deacon's eyes followed the movement of her hand as she laid it over his chest. Then she said it... the amulet... once again... Had she been mettling in his mind? Oh Krath!! Had she read everything that he'd been thinking up to this point?

Sudden realization and some embarassment hit him. Taking a moment to recover, Deacon took a deep breath as he moved his hand up in an attempt to catch hers and hold it in place center-mass of his chest. Eyes searching hers, those incredible, captiving, crystal blue eyes; he inquired, "Do I need to go put it on? I'm placing a lot of trust in your hands right now by not..."

It was true that he was, but upon her departure from the club nearly a month ago, he figured that she had placed a good bit in him; being as how she left him with the knowledge that she was a rogue Jedi. Something the Temple Jedi a few tables away would've wanted to know and probably act on, but he hadn't alerted them or told them. Perhaps she wasn't as dark as folks made rogue Jedi out to be... Bogan or not.

Krath, he kept forgetting to ask her more questions. Other questions. How had she found him? What was she running from? Did she want to stay here with him? And Krath Damnit, Was There Anything Else On Under That House Coat Of His That She Was Wearing?!?! Right now, he was -extremely- thankful that he had thrown his pants on. The extra coverage was... helpful.

 

[Dread]

Blythe allowed her hand to be caught by Deacon, making no effort to pull back as he put it on his chest. It actually wasn't a surprise, which made her inwardly smile. This meeting with Deacon was very different, for her anyway. Deacon would likely never understand how her having an relationship with him through the force was important and comforting to her...along with extremely tempting because he'd asked her to stay out of his mind, which made her want it more. In a way she felt like a child with her reaction to it. Oh well.

"Really?" Was her immediate reply; was he offering to not put it on? Blythe cocked an eyebrow, her chin raising up as she give off a 'hm' sound. Last time he was very disgruntle at her request, so she was a bit confused now that he was, she thought, giving her that opportunity willingly. If that meant he wouldn't turn into robot Deacon, for the lack of a better word, then maybe she'd just fight her desire, "I'm not going to read your mind, Deacon. But you do need to know something..."

Letting a sigh out, she began to allow her eyes wander about Deacon's chest and body well she continued, "I can vaguely pick up on your emotions, and their shifts. That's not to say I'm digging around in your head, it's just become natural, or maybe I just understand it more. The stronger your emotions are, the easier it is to pick up on them. Their not easy to identify, especially if their all mixed up. The only ones I know completely are anger and fear. Those I've been taught to be hyper sensitive too...and even if I do understand some others, I don't always know why you feel that, or what caused it. I would need to dig deeper to do that, which I wont." She had said a lot, so Blythe paused a moment before finishing, "...So if you're not comfortable with that, I suggest you put it on." Well that was that, if Deacon freaked out at least she'd attempted to be good about it.

After searching him Blythe didn't notice anything about Deacon out of place, but she did like the way he was dressed. With that thought, she was reminded of something, "Oh. My robes are probably soaking your floor now. Did you want me to do something with them?"

 

[Saint]

"Forget the robes," Deacon stated simply as he closed his eyes for a moment, turning his head to one side as he waved a hand dismissively in that direction. "I'll tend to them later." He then brought it up with his other to hold Blythe's hand in place as well, taking a deep breath as he refocused his full attention on her eyes, just gazing into them, one after the other, as if searching...

Upon exhaling fully, Deacon went on to say, "I realized when you left the club that time, that there was quite a bit I knew about you which one could certainly consider... private." He swallowed briefly, retaining his focus on her. "You left willingly, knowing that I had that information about you; and at that, with a handful of Jedi only a few tables away."

Nodding towards her, he continued, "Whether it was your intention to or not, it took a degree of trust for you to walk out like that. Trust that I was unwilling to return at that time." Glancing towards the door where her wet clothes were, he added on, "And now you come to me, clearly in a time of need, and again, placing a certain amount of trust in me."

He turned his intent gaze back to her, "At some point Blythe, I have to get beyond myself and open up if I'm to go anywhere on this... journey with you." By journey, he simply meant where their feelings were taking him. As she could read his mind, he was certain that she could tell, or at least get a hint of what he had been feeling... perhaps only to a small degree, but still.

Letting go of her hand as he took a step back to tend to the whistling kettle of hot water, Deacon went on, "Jus' do me this favor though... in all of this. If a thought or feelin' of mine offends you, keep it to yourself until I've at least -acted- upon it." He glanced over his shoulder briefly as he moved the kettle to pour into the two mugs.

"Krath knows what thoughts I've had since you've walked into the door, especially knowing that most of your attire is sitting over there by my front door." With a single-shouldered shrug, Deacon rolled his eyes as if to say Sorry. It wasn't like he could control every thought that popped into his mind. However, he -could- control just what he did with that thought, whether he acted upon it or not, and even if he entertained; further, to what -degree- he entertained it.

Pouring the hot water into the two mugs, he inquired as he retrieved a couple of tea bags, "Do you prefer your tea sweetened or non?" Another thought slipped into his head. Was she -really- just wearing his house coat? Go figure that -now- he'd start getting more thoughts like that... just when he had decided to trust her and not protect himself. Krath, this was tempting...

 

[Dread]

Some kind of weird mix of joy and shock filled her as he spoke. Part of her that desired to read his thoughts dimmed a little now that he had giving her permission of sorts, to let her abilities do what they do. She was certainly feeling a bit childish. Though the desire wasn't fully gone. Blythe faintly smiled, a smile that wasn't fueled by dark jokes, dirty or otherwise, just something of contentment.

"Krath knows what thoughts I've had since you've walked into the door, especially knowing that most of your attire is sitting over there by my front door." Deacon said, which those words all of a sudden had her eyes look to the side in deep thought. "Was that what you were?..Ohh!" A realization hit her hard. Deacon's sudden flux of emotions, parts of the thoughts she was picking up in his head now. Though she didn't shake it off, or give Deacon 'one of those' kind of looks. She'd never really had those kind of thoughts that often, save for when someone made a couple remarks in the first place. And really, Blythe hadn't even hugged anyone. She was distant...but apparently not with Deacon.

Blythe let go of the house coat, allowing it to open showing she was wearing something, her undergarments(panties and a bra) and made her way to Deacon with slow steps. All her defenses let down; her arms went to wrap around what she could of Deacon from behind. Of course he was taller, her arms probably making it around from his back to near his chest, if he didn't move. She wanted to lay her head on him, relax, and close her eyes. Maybe she just didn't want to be that tough warrior right now; hopefully Deacon wouldn't mind...

As her muscles relaxed Blythe spoke up, "Lots of sugar..." Her eyes opened to scan the counter where the cups were, "I've kind of got a sweet tooth." Yup, she liked it steeped perfectly, then ruined with heaps of sugar. A bit of a clash...kind of in the middle, like she seemed to be thinking she might be in regards to the Jedi and Bogan. Though still, she really didn't know what she was, or what she was going to do.

 

[Saint]

Deacon heard something fall to the floor. It sounded an awful lot like... Oh Krath... it was!! He had only just glanced over his shoulder at the sound, catching only a glimpse of Blythe's near-nakedness before she wrapped her arms around him from behind. Right about now, he found himself wishing he at least didn't have his shirt on. But then again, perhaps the feel of so much of her skin against his would've been too much for him...

She relaxed up against his back as she mentioned about sugar and having a sweet tooth. Deacon's eyes shifted about the counter top, not really knowing what to think. Slowly, while still processing all of this, Deke retrieved the canister of sugar; careful not to pull away from Blythe's touch. "Lots of sugar," he replied softly as he spooned it into both his and hers, stirring each cup thoroughly and slowly in turn before tapping the bowl of the spoon against the side of his mug.

Then, instead of speaking, turning, or offering the tea, Deacon simply reached up with both hands, crossing his arms as he secured a grip on Blythe's forearms. Assuming she wouldn't resist, Deke arched his shoulders forward as he pulled gently on her arms, securing her even more closely against him as he closed his eyes and let slip a light, contented moan; turning his head to one side as he did so.

Finally relaxing, he stated softly, "Blythe, i's been awhile for me on somethin' like this." He paused for a long moment before continuing, "A -long- while." And that was the truth. Since his positioning in the Black Sun, Deacon thought it a vulnerability to have much of an acquaintance with a female; at least a close one anyway. He'd recalled a number of times when folks were taken down due to a leak or threat of violence to a loved one. Up until now, it just hadn't been worth it.

He still couldn't shake the thought that this young lady was wrapped around him, wearing little next to nothing. The thought was exciting, clearly. He was certainly glad that he had decided to throw his pants on AND leave his shirt untucked. Though at the same time, he regretted such a decision... just not as much. He was conflicted. He didn't want to push this forward too fast, yet he was realizing that he wasn't pushing. She was... in a way. Well... putting it that way, he was beginning to have less and less issues with it.

A crooked smile tweaked his features as he gave her arms a fond squeeze. Thankfully, she was behind him. He inquired as he opened his eyes, still holding her forearms as he gazed down at the twin mugs of hot, sweetened tea. "So... where do we go from here?" His gaze shifted towards the master bedchamber, but he shook the thought from his head. Releasing her forearms, Deacon picked up the two mugs of tea and turned slightly, still trying -not- to lose her hold around him as he began to take small baby steps, half-suggesting, half-inquiring as he went, "To the couch?" He tried to glance over his shoulder at her, but it was difficult to see. He continued to move with slow, deliberate steps.

 

[Dread]

Blythe enjoyed the feel of Deacon's hands, and the closeness to his body. It was so warm. So she simply let her eyes rest again, allowing the air to fill with silence well he held her there. After a bit though, he said something about not doing this in along time. With only an delicate amount of force she nudged her head into Deacon's back, then replied, "I've never done this before." She shrugged, "Well, in regards to physical closeness, I've wrestled quite a few times, and won of course."

It was only a second later that a memory of her past flashed in her mind. She had nearly forgotten. If she could forget, and act like it never happened, she would of. But she didn't have the credits to have the scars repaired; Blythe was exposed, and if Deacon turned enough, or felt her back, it was possible he would see the whip scars. Blythe couldn't recall how many were on her back, nor did she really want to. She had acquired them after her first mission on Conscio. Without thinking it through, she had run ahead of Jord, springing a trap, and later been punished by him by being flogged. Blythe mouthed the words discipline is necessary to keep order, well remembering Jord's words. Would this effect anything between her and Deacon? She wasn't sure he actually knew that much about the way the Bogan worked.

Trying to bring herself out of a sudden slump of depression she shut her eyes tight then breathed in fully, letting out all the air she could after. Deacon was starting to move, and Blythe tried to keep herself near him well he did. "Where do we go from here? Blythe repeated his words then let go of him, her arms just falling down his body to her sides. Her eyes drifted towards the couch, back to Deacon, then down at the cup of Tea, "Is that what you want?" Was that what she wanted? Maybe. Then again she didn't know much of what she wanted, besides a few things from Deacon.

 

[Saint]

Deacon made his way over towards the high-glossed coffee table in the living area once Blythe let fall her hands from him. He didn't want her to let go, but he hadn't exactly encouraged her not to either. Making to set the two mugs down, he replied, "Wrestling eh? You're pretty good at it then I take it, huh?" Turning about from the table, mugs having been set down, Deke dusted his hands off as he quirked an inquisitive eyebrow, smirking mischievously, "Shall we have a go then?"

It was hard to breathe while staring at her dressed in such a manner... or her lack of dress, actually. He tried to keep focused on her facial features, attempting to maintain his gaze into her eyes, but nonetheless, his eyes shifted down her slender form. There was absolutely -no- doubt that she was indeed of the female persuasion. No doubt. He stretched one arm across his chest and then the other.

His tongue licked lightly over his lips as he wet them, beginning to unbutton his shirt as he moved towards the open area of the living area. "Here, lemme take this off firs' so I don't... well... so -you- don't rip it." Again, he offered her a crooked grin, a playful look in his good eye. Gesturing towards the walls as he threw his shirt onto the couch, he added, "And don't worry about waking the neighbors... the walls an' floor are virtually sound-proof."

Giving a quick wink, Deacon went down onto one knee, then the other, "Shall I start off on my knees for you?" He was just being playfully teasing now, hoping to lighten the mood and draw her into this fun little bout of sorts. Crossing his forearms before his gut, Deke flexed his arms and his back, stretching and pulling as he grunted and groaned a bit, then tucked his elbows back to get a good stretch on his chest.

That was probably enough, he made ready as he quirked an eyebrow at her once again, "So... you ready 'r what?" Taking a ready stance... from his knees... Deacon held both hands up defensively with open palms facing Blythe. Again, his eyes drifted down from her face over her form again, slowly drifting down her smooth legs. Krath... this was going to be... rough. He fought off carnal thoughts as he blinked; already though, he was losing that battle... and at that, poorly.

 

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((OOC: I didn't know that you answered! Whoops.))

"Wrestle you?" So she had the help of the force to increase her speed, and force tricks too. Though she wouldn't use them on Deacon...would she? He was also a big guy, and would have all the advantage here without her using the force. So far he hadn't convinced her to take this seriously. No, it would take more then that. Though maybe taking it seriously wasn't the point? His little gesture had her snickering inwardly. What was she to do about this little challenge of his?

Blythes head turned to the side as Deacon started to unbutton his shirt. A faint bit of pink flushed across her cheeks before she cleared her throat. Maybe it was the action of unbuttoning it that had her now start to notice his chest more. Those muscles of his were well...she really liked seeing them, it seemed, because her eyes stayed focused there for some time.

Her focus returned back to his face as he went on his knees. A long pause followed after; then with a sudden scoff Blythe's eyes lit up, something mischievous twinkled in them well she blinked a few times. Raising an eyebrow her hand came to the air, elbow pointing straight down, hand limp to one side so her palm was in the air, "Really, Deacon?" Maybe that was insulting of him...or maybe it was kind of cute? Did she like this? Something stirred in her that she didn't quite understand yet.

She moved forward with a slight hops in her steps, still not exactly taking this challenge seriously, stopping just to before him. Though as she stopped she brought her left foot forward, making sure it was pointed towards Deacon. Blythe kept her chin level, only her eyes gazed down at the man of her current interest.

Lifting a hand she brought it to his head, giving it the lightest of pushes before she spoke up, "You're being silly..." Unable to hold back, she further added, "Maybe you should have your tea to wake up." Blythe's lips trembled for a second and then again she let loose a short giggle.

 

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Deacon's orangish-brown eye widened some as Blythe approached with a bounce in her step. That certainly drew his attention... elsewhere... as he swallowed hard and was finally forced to make an adjustment. Slightly embarassing, but not like she didn't know what was already on his mind and how difficult she was making things for him. Mostly naked, her form was shapely enough and definitely, from what he could see so far, was smooth enough.

Before, when she had been hugging him from behind, Deke still had his shirt on, and so the flesh on flesh contact had been severely limited. Now though, there'd be little in the way. Why was he so drawn to her? He didn't know... nor did he really care to fight it. Something about her was intoxicating... like the first time they met. Clearly it hadn't been the Force or some mind trick of hers... save for those that women typically used on men, but that had little to do with THE Force.

Maybe it was the hour of the morning, because it -certainly- wasn't alcohol or drug-induced; but mischief overtook Deacon at this point. After Blythe had given him a little push, Deke took that to mean that it was on, though his reaction was simply a "Hmm... perhaps you're right," and with that, he made to reach out with one hand as if to retrieve his mug of tea. Pausing as he did so, Deke quirked an eyebrow as he looked up at Blythe and inquired, "Want yours too?"

Before she could answer though, Deacon made to sweep his left arm around behind Blythe's left calf with intentions of securing a grip just above and behind her knee as he would make to pull it forward past his side, which would ideally see her left knee tucked against his ribs, maybe as far up as her thigh. This move was meant to bring her down and close against him, most likely buckling her right knee as she fell forward into him where he'd have the opportunity to get her into a bear hug, then perhaps roll back to his right, throwing her over him but continuing rolling until he was atop. At least, that's how he saw this maneuver going in his mind. Guess we'd see...

 

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Blythe's head turned so she could keep a watch on Deacon's hand. When she sensed a sudden change in it's course she only twitch slightly. The problem was Blythe hadn't decided if she was willing to use her force powers to get a upper hand in this little game of his. She hadn't really had a chance to think it through, so she did little to react.

Her gaze returned back to Deacon as she found herself falling on him. Skin into skin, she felt her cheeks warm up, blushing again. Though this time they stayed that way rather then fading away so quickly. It wasn't long till he had her on the ground. Compared to the warmth of Deacon body, the floor was freezing. Blythe could feel a chill crawl up her spine; or was it because of something else? At the feeling she let out a very subtle 'mm' in a higher pitch voice.

Normally when someone had you down on the ground you'd attempt to struggle your body away from that person. Instead, Blythe tried to push her body closer into Deacon's, even if she couldn't, she just went to add a bit more pressure. With a content sigh slipping from her lips, she finally let herself say something, "Deacon...I...don't know what to say." She did like this game, more so that Deacon was willing to grab her like that so boldly.

Later she would have to play with Deacon more, put up more of a struggle, maybe show him a bit of her skills in the force; prepare him more to fight a force user up close. Perhaps craft armor, and more, to help him in those circumstances. Though those thoughts would have to wait...for another time. Not now...

 

[Saint]

Deacon seemed to catch her by surprise... or at least he thought so at first, but then, she didn't fight anything that he did, instead, just falling into and rolling with him easily. It had been a little too easy, but then again, Deacon -was- good at this sort of thing. He was never one to fight fair and did just totally attempt to distract her with the offer of tea to throw her off mentally, possibly buying him the moment needed to execute his maneuver.

Either way, it had worked and now he had her. Her face colored before she let off a light, high-pitched 'mmm' that actually gave Deacon a chill of excitement. His body tensed momentarily, most of it relaxing after only a moment. Thighs straddling one of hers, there was no way of concealing his current level of excitement, regardless if that was the foremost thought on his mind or not. His own cheek reddened some as he laid there atop her for a moment, head right beside hers, nearly ear to ear.

"Deacon...I...don't know what to say," she said quietly as a seemingly soft, contented escaped her lips. He couldn't feel her resisting, nor did he notice her pressing up into him, assuming that it was all gravity keeping him down atop of her. Turning his head just enough so that his lips could brush up against her ear as he whispered, Deke replied softly, "Then don't say anything..." His breath warm against her skin, Deacon maintained the soft contact between his lips and her ear for an extended moment...

If allowed, Deke just barely craned his neck forward enough, parting his lips further before ever so gently suckling at the upper edge of her ear. So long as she didn't fight it, he intended to continue to do so oh so very slowly, working his way down to her earlobe where he would suckle and gently-playfully tug as he quietly chuckled throatily with a mixture of wonder and excitement. Arms shifting, Deacon made to hold himself up a bit, sustaining most of his own weight as he stayed atop with full contact. One arm slipping beneath her shoulder blades and the other about the small of the back. The idea was to break her contact with the floor.

 

[Dread]

As Deacon's lips bushed against her ear, she reacted naturally, or at least she thought. It was like she didn't have any control; the muscles in her legs tensed, shaking the slightest amount. Then she could feel his hot breath, and moist lips...now her whole body was shaking in reaction. It wasn't exactly fear that made her shake, that only played the smallest amount in her reaction because this was new to her; it was...other thoughts. Her head turned a tiny bit away, but she forced herself to stay there.

Though as his arms wrapped around her back her mind flashed in a bit of a worry about the scars. A second later she shook it off. He hadn't said anything yet, which made her worries wash away. As a sense of happiness took over her, her body relaxed partly again, ready to get off the cold floor.

If possible, she would reach up to wrap her arms loosely around Deacon's neck, more so over his shoulders, the fingers from both her hands barely touching each other at the back over Deacon's shoulder blades. Then she'd lean up and place a tender kiss on the nook of his neck.

A certain thought passed her mind, maybe she did have something to say but she'd keep it to herself for now, I'm so glad that I met you...