Sleep Interrupted

[Saint]

Her tender kiss on his neck was the final straw that broke the camel's back. Deacon shuddered with delight as he gasped a soft, airy breath. Holding it for the briefest of moments, a light moan resonated behind his closed lips, eyes shut as he just held still for a moment, freezing time as it were... Taking a deep, calming breath, Deke quietly whispered, "I think we're done wrestlin'..." He quirked a half-grin; a knowing look in his eye.

"Here... c'mere," he said, without giving Blythe much of a choice on whether to or not as he made to scoop her up easily into his arms and off of the hard floor. Holding her close as he stood up from his knees, Deke smiled a bit cheekily as he leaned his head in slowly to give her a soft, tender kiss on the lips that would most likely turn into another more passionate kiss, followed by another after that, a bit more deep, then followed by...

Spoiler: Yes, you know where this is going...

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Throughout all this, Deacon said nothing, nor inquired or even paused to touch and feel at the scars on Blythe's back, himself bearing scars on his own body which she had yet to inquire about... namely, his cybernetic eye. Perhaps some day, they would ask each other or discover the nature of such scars, but tonight (well, this morning technically), few words would be exchanged between the two as they simply enjoyed each other.

 

[Dread]

Blythes eyes fluttered open, as they came into focus she saw Deacon sleeping soundly. Waking up besides someone was both strange and a bit exciting. The bed felt oddly more comforting, though she wasn't sure exactly how long this would last. Her feelings were obviously strong for Deacon, but did he know what danger she could possibly put him in as a Bogan...or ex-Bogan? They hadn't talked everything through yet; and Blythe wasn't sure if they were even going to. Everything had happened almost as if it was a dream.

Using her arms she pushed upper body up, then crawled backwards till she was at the edge of the bed, turning around so her legs hung off the side. Blythe pushed off the bed onto her feet. Then she felt a chill take over her body; she was still naked, and had almost forgotten about her clothings current status. The only clothing she had brought was her Bogan robes that still sat damp on the floor by the doorway.

Sitting back on the bed after this realization, both her hands went back to grab a handful of blanket, pulling it up and over her shoulders then over her chest. In doing that action, she had stolen Deacon's part of the blanket. Blythe noticed this, but only gave a brief glanced backwards before her eyes happened to come across the sight of Deacon's amulet. Hopefully without disturbing Deacon's rest, she would be able to examine it. Lifting her left hand, she brought it in the air just above her head, palm up; the straps holding the amulet levitated in the air in reaction, floating over to her lap where it would hover there for a minute before touching down. Blythe had never actually touched something like it...or had it touch her. She was intrigued to see it's effects on a force user.

 

[Saint]

Deacon slept like a rock. He only had just over three hours of sleep when Blythe came to his door, and then they stayed up together... for a long while. It had been truly a wonderly time as the two explored each others forms, clearly having one thing in mind as they took their time getting there. Deke had covered her in kisses, especially around the neck, planting soft and sometimes playful pecks against her ivory skin.

His hands had roamed her body just as hers had roamed his. The two legitimately seemed to enjoy the touch and feel of the other as their entangling progressed. Deacon wasn't sure just what it was, but he certainly had the most strong feelings for Blythe that he just couldn't explain, deny, or make sense of. Something about her... okay, some things about her... were just captivating to him. He couldn't put it into words... nor even real coherent thought. It was just there.

As Blythe awoke and moved on the bed, even pulling his covers away, yet Deacon still remained fast asleep. It was the sleep of one who was supremely content. Perhaps any other night, if someone had so much as touched his bed, or even given the slightest of pulls on his covers, he might've awoken, but this morning, not even a passing train could. A sleeping smile rested on his face that spoke volumes of just how fulfilled he was right now.

He hadn't felt like this before. Not for anyone, that was for damn sure. Funny how he hadn't really even planned or tried for this... it just happened. Amazing. Yes, amazing was one way to describe it. Shoot, amazing was one way to describe her! His dreams right now were of him and her, spending all sorts of time together, and not just repeating what they had done last night, but adventures shared, cuddling evenings, dinners together, walks holding hands, all that. Deacon hadn't ever been the type to hold hands, but for her, he would. Something about Blythe that just melted his heart. He didn't understand it.

There had been a connection there from the first meeting. Something that neither of them understood apparently, because they were both able to strike a wound at each other, albeit unintentionally. It was somewhat apparent then that there were bonds forming, or formed, that allowed for such an action to transpire. Had someone else commented in such a way to either, it is highly unlikely that their responses would've been much the same, at least internally. Was this fate? Deke didn't believe in fate... but this... this was seemingly too good to be true. How long would this last anyway?

Continuing to sleep heavily, Deacon stirred only slightly, adjusting his posture in bed as he turned, rolling over onto his stomach, his left knee brought up part ways as he faced to the left, his cybernetic (right) eye buried against his pillow. Apparently he was dreaming about something nice, that smile still on his face but now, a contented moan resonating within his throat. Yes, it would be awhile before he woke up, whether his blanket was covering his nakedness or not.

 

[Dread]

Even as the amulet just rested on her lap, she could feel her senses cut out. Deacon became a robot again, which brought a frown to her face. Though it made sense that something like this would happen, that if the one who wore it was force sensitive that it would mess with their senses, not only the ones who tried to sense them.

Experimenting with this further, her fingers closed over her palm and in the distance one of lamps began to hover just a inch off the dresser. So it seemed she could still use the force to manipulate her surroundings, regardless of not being able to use her force senses to read minds, sense movements or emotions. That too seemed to fit with the Taozins description. Unlike the Ysalamiri, who created "bubbles" where the force cannot exist, the Taozin was simply a force sensitive creature that could interfere with the force senses of a Jedi in order to hide itself.

Content with the short experiment, Blythe returned the amulet to it's place. It certainly was not something that would be of use to her; if she wanted to, she could simply cloak herself in the force, or lower and hide her force sensitivity. Cutting off some of her important powers just to hide herself was not a great option in her mind.

She hadn't woken Deacon yet, which was a plus. Blythe had decided to not disturb him yet. She'd shower, then get dressed, put on some water for tea, then perhaps wake him if he hadn't by then. Why did she feel so at home here to do that anyway? Well, it didn't seem to matter that much, at least not in her mind, as she simply stood again and made a get-away with the blanket as she went to the bathroom door. There she tossed the blanket aside then entered.

The shower was nice and refreshing, though she wouldn't have nice clothing to put on...oh well. It wasn't strange to her, not with her robes at least. After drying off and grooming her hair to dry it nicely, she went to the living room to put her Bogan robes on. On her way, however, she saw Deacon's shirt. For a moment, she debated whether or not to put it on, deciding to do so after only handful of seconds. She slipped it over her body and buttoned it up without any trouble. It was much larger then the shirts she wore, so it covered below her hips, meaning she didn't have to wear anything else for now.

Now that she was partly dressed she went to the kitchen. Grabbing the kettle she filled it with water so it could warm, placing it on the stove top, adjusting the heat level to near-max. As soon as it started to boil she would turn it off, because over-boiled water made for poor tea.

Well waiting for the water to boil she returned to the bedroom. With the lightest of steps she crept to the side of the bed, on the side Deacon was sleeping, and placed a hand atop of Deacon's shoulder in order to shake him. "Deacon?...Deacon?" Blythe then remembered something she had picked up in his mind earlier, and decided to use it, "...Deke?"

 

[Saint]

No longer in the deepest of sleeps, Deacon was in a dreamless sleep now, mind completely blank as he laid there unconscious in his bed, mostly off to one side as he had had a fellow occupant in it with him earlier, whose departure he hadn't noted either. A soft voice broke the silence in his head, "Deacon?...Deacon?" Where was that coming from? The thought process churned slowly as he began to gradually come to, lips smacking as his brow furrowed.

"...Deke?" Deke? What? Who knew t'call him that? Did somebody sneak-in, stay over, break-in? He began to open his eyes slowly, the blur that was Blythe slowly taking focus in his vision. Recognizing her, he gave her a still-sleep yet broad smile, full of the deepest sincerity. Krath was it good to see her first thing in the morning like this. It wasn't until then that he noticed her hand touching him on the shoulder. Tilting his head, he made to lean his cheek against the top of her hand rather fondly.

"Mmmm..." he replied rather throatily, his lips still closed as he tried to swallow. "Kinda like waking up to th' sight of you," he added, his eyes still heavily-lidded as he still laid there, naked atop his own bed while he gazed warmly at Blythe. Finally, he noticed her wearing his shirt, "Hey... you stole my shirt." His tone was accusing with a playful hint of disbelief. He reached out to grab the lower hem in a bundle, intent on pulling both it and her over atop him as he rolled onto his back.

"You know, I'd bet it'd look better unbuttoned." And with that, he would attempt to unbutton the shirt down to the last one, ideally letting it slide apart naturally, probably only an nich or two. Yup, Deacon was feeling a little froggy this morning, his excitement level clearly visible due to the lack of covering on the bed... and his complete lack of attire whatsoever. An idea hit him... he found himself not wanting to go anywhere today, or at least for the morning; instead, wanting to spend all of his time and attentions on the wonderful woman with him right now. Mmmm...

 

[Dread]

Yet again she found herself being pulled down on top of Deacon. Admittedly, or at least shown through her reactions, she liked it when he grabbed her like that. Even if she had only been with him for a short time, it already felt like they had been together much longer. His mannerisms were well imprinted in her mind already - it could be compared to the feeling of a comforting routine. Although, she might feel this way because of her sensing his mind, getting to know him more that way. Whatever it was, force or no force, it felt good.

"Deke...again?" Scooping her hand under and up, she went to catch Deacon's hand as it made it way down her, well his, shirt. What she wanted to do is bring his fingers up near her lips, and place the most tender of a kiss she could on his pointer finger. After, she'd nudge her cheek against his hand.

A faint blush surfaced on her cheeks, and she smiled again, a playful one this time. Her eyes rested shut after, closing well taking a deep breath in and out. Deacon had made her smile, laugh and more then anyone had ever in her life...

Opening her eyes after a second, she simply said, "The tea kettles on...I should tend to it." Sorta teasing him in her own way. Would he get this game she was playing with him? Maybe...

 

[Saint]

"Deke...again?" She blushed a little at his touch and aggressive attentions. She stopped him from unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way, instead, taking his hand up and planting a gentle kiss on the tip of his index finger. This only succeeded in increasing Deacon's desire to be with her again this morning. Yes... again. She held the back of his hand to her cheek, caressing it in a way. Seemed she was just tempting him all the more, and at that, rather intentionally.

Deacon scoffed at her remark about the tea kettle. With a dismissive wave towards the kitchen, he replied, "We can always boil more water." He would be with her again. Please her again. Be as close as they could get... again. "Are you going to keep the shirt on this time?" He quirked an eyebrow as he lowered both of his hands to her hips, giving her a fond squeeze. This time seemed a bit more playful and fun than hours before, that one being more of passion and tenderness.

Spoiler: Yup. Again, but different.

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Lying beside each other, Deacon inquired of Blythe as he quirked an eyebrow, tracing his fingers with feathery touches up her shapely form, "So... Deke eh?" He smirked as his gaze attempted to meet hers. "Dare I ask where you uh... came up with that?" Chuckling lightly, he circled a fingertip daringly around her upper torso in a figure eight, eyes following his finger for a few moments.

Clearing his throat, he switched topics as he laid his hand atop her upper chest, gaze settling on her facial features. With a little less playfulness in his tone, but still very sincere, he inquired, "So why are you here Blythe? Still running?" He quirked an inquisitive eyebrow once again as he asked, remembering part of their conversation back in the Outlander's Club nearly a month ago, his hand rubbing over her upper chest, not in a crude manner, but rather a gesture of comfort and caring. Entirely appropriate in positioning.

 

[Dread]

Blythe's eyes shifted once when Deacon asked how she got his nickname. Almost before he could finish his sentence she replied, "Just something that popped up in my head!" A joke, one that made her give a light-hearted laugh with a picture perfect smile painted across her face.

Her expression switched as Deacon moved to a different subject; somehow, it seemed as if her eyes dulled from that bright crystal blue to a dull grey, like the light in them had vanished suddenly. They half-closed, and she tried to avoid Deacon's gaze well a bit of a frown formed on her lips. The frown lasted only momentarily, though, she regained herself a second later.

With a nod, more so to herself, she went to make eye contact again before she gave him a answer in a serious tone, "After our time together, I know what I want." For a moment she paused, so she could lift her left hand to rest it on Deacon's arm, "...but it could mean I endanger your life and mine. "

Letting a worried sigh slip out, she tried to muster up the courage to tell Deacon what he needed to know, it couldn't be avoided, "As you suspect, or rather you know, I am a Dark Jedi of the Bogan. But I...I don't belong there, and I want to leave the Order. There's a risk in trying to leave, though. It's possible if they notice I'm missing they will try to track me down and drag me back. Of course, by dragging I mean they'll do it to me dead or alive. They'll likely give me a chance to submit, or maybe they'll torture me first so I'll submit...or...they'll find out about you and kill you, or use you to manipulate me into joining again." Blythe shrugged, "Either way, leaving the Bogan is not suppose to be a option, like joining them. At least, it wasn't a option for me..." She trailed off, giving Deacon a chance to say something.

 

[Saint]

Deacon smirked a bit crookedly to her reply about how she came up with Deke as a nickname for him. Something that just popped into her head... yeah... right... It didn't bother him now for some reason. Most likely because after these last few hours together, even sleeping together, they had both expressed a significant amount of trust in each other as well as a closeness that was difficult to explain or understand. It was just there.

Deke did note the change in her eyes though; those beautifully captivating eyes... They seemed to have faded as she began to address the issue of why she was there. She mentioned that she knew what she wanted, but had not quite stated just what that was. It started to become clear as she went on. Sounded like she wanted to be with Deacon. Regardless of whatever else she said, be they consequences or what have you, he was more than relieved and pleased that she had revealed this to him. More than pleased.

She mentioned something about endangering his life and hers... about the Bogan, that she had been a Dark Jedi of the Bogan. Curious, he didn't recall anything that she had done to this point that would truly indicate her force abilities, save for some talk and calling him Deke. He wondered briefly at just how powerful she was in the Force, but that thought faded nearly quicker than it came.

Smiling warmly, Deacon made to cup Blythe's cheek tenderly, his thumb caressing her skin as he gazed upon her... well... lovingly. "Blythe," he began as he made to stare deeply into her dull grey eyes, hoping to speak life back into them, "My life is already at risk for my job... my work... for money." His eyes shifted left to right, searching her own as he went on, "To endanger it for... what we have here between us," he nodded his head towards her, indicating the two of them, "...makes more sense and has more meaning than anything."

Pushing himself a bit more onto his side, Deke cuddled up closer to Blythe, snuggling his body warmly up against her as he began to lay himself partially atop her side, his face drawing closer to her own. "Here," he began to say as he leaned in to plant a kiss. "Let me ask you for a favor." Kissing her again, he paused for effect before finally inquiring, "Blythe, will you stay with me? For good?" It wasn't exactly a marriage proposal, but it was certainly meaningful and meant to last for a long, long time. Ideally forever. Or at least, that's most certainly how he felt at this point.

Nuzzling her neck with his nose tracing tiny circles, his voice was gentle as he whispered softly into her ear, lips just barely brushing over her silken flesh, "What do you say my lost, wandering Jedi? Stay?" Just then, the teapot whistled, indicating not that the water was boiling, but that it had all evaporated. Krath, had they really been at it that long? Once they did finally get out of bed, some food would definitely need to be served. Perhaps he'd call up an order... Perhaps.

 

[Dread]

Her eyes began to slowly regain their color again as Deke talked on. She was staring right back into his one chocolate colored, and other crimson eye. He didn't seem phased at all about how she could be putting him in danger just for being here. Even if he already put his life in danger in other ways, it was still noble of him to go out on a limb just for the two of them to be together. Not everyone would be willing, no matter their job.

Blythe leaned closer to Deacon as he leaned to her. "Of course I'll stay with you." She replied, though then she inquired something, "I know you're giving me so much more then I can really give you in return...a home, freedom, and more. So just let me do something, alright? Please." A single finger of hers traced along Dekes jawline. It was something else she loved about him, his strong masculine traits. When her finger stopped at the opposite side that it started, she then asked what she was getting at, "Let me protect you? When you do your jobs. You haven't seen me fight, but I can help out a lot in that way."

Once again her body relaxed, though her eyes were starting to wander around the room, most noticeably towards the window. She noticed she'd spent so much of the day inside, which was a rare event for her. Though that was a passing thought, and she had to focus on Deacon again.

 

[Saint]

Deacon did notice that her eyes had changed back to that captivating blue of theirs, enrapturing him once again with their beauty. Incredible... She agreed to stay with him and upon hearing that, Deke just smiled all the wider, the spread of it threatening to go from ear to ear. The idea of waking up to her -every- day was most certainly a pleasant. Something beyond pleasant. Beyond wonderful. Something...

She traced his jawline delicately with her finger, sending chills once again up Deacon's spine as she did so, himself thoroughly enjoying her touch. Somehow, she just really did it for him. It was an awesome and wonderful feeling; difficult to explain or understand, but truly amazing in itself. She had leaned her body into his; neither one of them seemingly being satisfied or capable of getting enough of each other. They were so passionate.

Listening intently, Deke considered her request to protect him, informing him that she was capable in a fight. Probably -more- than capable... what with being a Jedi and all. Excuse me, a Dark Jedi. Bobbing his head slowly, Deacon responded, "So long as it means you're with me, never leaving my side, then I most certainly and whole-heartedly accept Blythe. I can tell you that I would love nothing more than to forever have you close to me." He gave her a fond squeeze as he added, "Clothed or otherwise."

Chuckling a bit, he leaned in to give her a soft, gentle peck; which would most likely turn into a deep, passionate kiss as the two embraced each other fully, once again, not able to get enough of each other in the least, but ever-striving to hold the other closer and tighter. So intense was their desire for each other. So intense. Deacon didn't exactly want to get out of bed, but did finally let out a sigh after a few moments of just gazing at Blythe lovingly. "Guess I better go at least take a shower and cool-dry your robes as I promised last night." He gave her a crooked smile as he pushed himself up to a somewhat seated-lounging position atop the bed, gaze still fixated upon her. "So," he added, "You hungry?" Deke quirked a curious eyebrow as he inquired, his own stomach betraying his hunger with a light growl resonating from within.

 

[Dread]

She just gave a fond nod when Deacon agree to her proposal. Then was quickly distracted from the subject by his passionate kisses. Blythe throughly enjoyed the feeling of Deacon's lips against hers, and always returned his kisses; maybe giving a extra one before he pulled away. As he sat up a yawn escaped her lip, and she stretched. She wasn't tired, of course, just now feeling as though she was waking up.

"It'd be good to get fully dressed, I suppose." Not that she was against being naked with Deacon. "Later I should probably return to my ship. I don't think I brought anything else to wear along with me - but I guess it's worth a check if I'm staying here, huh? I don't think I'll be needing those robes that often anymore..." She lightly bit her bottom lip, looking away in thought. It was true, they would no longer be a requirement for her to wear. Though she wondered if she'd miss wearing them?

"You hungry?" As he asked, it was the first time she really noticed how hungry she really was. It had been along time since she had ate. Her hands went to her tummy, rubbing it a bit. "Kind of..."

Though when she thought back to the subject of protecting Deacon, she slightly wondered if she would need, or wanted, to acquire a different color crystal? A red beam often caught more attention then most colors, due to it's use in the Bogan. Maybe she'd get a synthetic one this time. Though there was also the question, what color? The first that came to her mind was silver, though that was slightly rarer to get a hold of then the common colors. Then again, perhaps Deacon had places he knew where she could get rare crystals? Maybe. "Do you know anything about..." A small pause followed, though she shook off the idea of Deacon being put-off about the question, "Lightsabers?

 

[Saint]

Deacon smirked crookedly at Blythe's remark about it being good to be fully dressed, heh. He gathered up her soaking attire from by the door, eyes resting for a moment on her utility belt with her lightsaber attached. Curious. He'd not been around that many of them. It was rare to see one this close, within an arm's reach. His gaze lingered for a few more moments before turning away and arranging Blythe's clothes onto hangars of sorts, then neatly hanging them into the cool-cleaner he had. It was really quite a nice amenity that came with the place.

As she remarked about wanting to return to her ship, Deacon quirked an eyebrow after turning the water on in the shower, stepping back out to the doorway to the refresher. "If'n you like, I've access to a hanger where you'd be able to park your ship... free of charge," he offered as he looked upon her from his naked stance in the doorway, one arm up against the doorway, bracing himself against it. He found himself wondering just what sort of attire she fancied anyway. Probably nothing really fancy... maybe just something practical and functional with only small hints of adornment? Guess he'd find out eventually.

At the affirmation of her hunger, or semi-affirmation, Deke rounded the corner of the doorway, stepping out of the refresher and turning his bare back towards Blythe as his fingers danced over a console, ordering up some breakfast from one of the nearby restaurants that delivered. He'd done this a number of times and had standard orders with a few places. The Prince's Breakfast was a rather large order to make for one person, but Deke thought it would be nice for the two of them to share a meal together at the table. Yeah... that'd be nice.

When she inquired if he knew anything about lightsabers, Deacon had just stepped back into the refresher and was about to get into the shower when he answered back, "Not much. They cut through damn near everything... and take some pretty serious skill to wield effectively. I like the cut and feel of my knives though. They've got some weight behind 'em too that really lets me... deliver some force when I need to." He didn't mention that he had seen her lightsaber over by the door. It wasn't like she had been trying to hide it. Besides, it wasn't like she would mind letting him study it a bit... would she? Nah... probably not.

Stepping into the shower, the water was just right as he just stood there for a few moments, hands raised against the wall as his head lolled forward, letting the water spray all over his head and back of his neck, soaking and running down his form, taking with it the morning's... dual.. perspiration... and more. You know, it'd be nice to take a shower together sometime, he thought to himself, looking up towards the doorway, though the curtain blocked his view. It was just a thought.... a nice one. He wanted to do -everything- with her. Mmmm...

 

[Dread]

Well Deacon had been walking around she had just laid in the bed, staring blankly at the sheets. Her mind was elsewhere, so she hadn't thought about the fact Deacon might come across her lightsaber hilt. Though, if she did, she probably wouldn't of cared much. It wasn't like he would run off with it. Though, not having it by her side was risky.

"You have a place for my ship? I guess it would be nicer then that shady space port I've been going to. It's not easy to land on this planet, though. If they had known I came from Bogan space well...that's another story." If they had stopped her and checked her ship out, well, she wouldn't of been here. Likely dead, or locked up...though, perhaps they would of been dead and she would of been on the run.

Blythe slipped out of the bed, making her way over to where she had tossed the blanket. She'd wrap herself in it till her robes had dried. After she had comfortably curled the blanket around her Deacon answered about the lightsaber, "Well, I ask because I'd like to acquire some crystals for mine. I could go try to retrieve them on a expedition, but I'm thinking it would be easier to try a black market." Lifting her hand to her lips, she ran her pointer and middle finger over them, "You wouldn't happen to know how I could contact one such market?" It was easy to tell she was playing with Deacon, she had almost cracked up into a giggle.

 

[Saint]

Deacon called from the shower as she inquired about a place for her ship. "Yup. Wait until after we eat breakfast and we'll go together," he stated aloud so she could hear him over the falling water. Krath this shower felt good... or maybe -he- was just feeling good... about life and where he was in it right now. Blythe's company was certainly to blame for that. She was wonderful.

She went on to inquire about whether or not he knew of a black market where she could acquire some crystals. He chuckled lightly to himself as he simply just shook his head, now washing his hair before remarking, "I uh... jus' might know where we could find some... yeah." He was about to mention that it was pretty difficult to tell between legitimate lightsaber components, crystals and such, and fake ones; but then he realized just who he was talking to. Oopz, heh.

Rinsing his hair and self off, he called out, "Add tha' to our list of things t'do t'day.... Krath... you wake me up in the middle of the night, DEMAND to have sex with me, TWICE, you drink my tea, have me order you breakfast, you're taking my parking spot, using my facilities to do your laundry...correction, having ME do your laundry for you utilizing MY facilities, press me for lightsaber components... Krath!! What's next? Clothes shopping?"

If it wasn't clear by the tone of his voice that he was being facetious, then when he stepped out of the shower, grabbing at his towel, he moved immediately to the doorway, drying off as he grinned from ear to ear. With a playful wink, he added smoothly, giving a dismissive wave, "Bah, you know that I'm kidding." He stopped suddenly, something hitting him. Tapping the side of his head, he emphasized, "And I -know- that you know that I'm only teasing." Smirking crookedly, he made to dry the rest of the way off when suddenly, the door buzzer rang. Breakfast had arrived!!

 

[Dread]

Blythe stared silently for a handful of seconds after Deacon was done talking. Without breaking her silence she moved towards him, leaning her body on his; her cheek to his chest. She'd nudge him lovingly for a minute, giving a soft, content sigh.

When she finally broke her silence, her gaze drifted up to the man who made her happy beyond her own understanding, "Actually, I never got to drink any tea. You see, I tried twice and SOMEONE distracted me both times." With a warm smile she continued to be cheeky, "And I also know you enjoyed all of that...especially the part about doing my laundry." With a flippant wave of her hand, she then added, "It's not like I'd know how to use that cool dry thing anyway."

There was one thing that Deacon had brought up, that hadn't even crossed Blythe's mind till now. Clothing shopping. She'd only ever done that a few times, and only when she had the spare credits. It wasn't like having "Bogan" as your 'career choice' made you rich. At least not for those who didn't have a high rank. Most of what she had now was either giving to her, or taken from someone else. "As for clothing shopping...maybe...I...uhm." A faint blush surfaced on her cheeks, and then she shy'd away from actually saying anything.

The buzzer went off again, which snapped Blythes attention towards the direction of the bedroom door. "So...uh...who's going to get the door?" Blythe's question was genuine, despite how it could be taken as another joke. Neither her or Deacon were exactly decent at the moment.

 

[Saint]

Blythe's movements stirred Deacon up once again. She was sooo incredible... Krath... He closed his eyes while slipping his arms around her, helping to pull her closer into him as she seemed to sigh contentedly. Deke was beyond content himself as well, enraptured by her touch and presence. She was everything that he could ever want in a lover. Everything.

Quirking an eyebrow, Deke looked down at her as he inquired, "You didn't get to drink any of your tea? Huh..." He nodded his head lightly, then turned it a few degrees to one side in response to her accusation of being distracted, lifting a finger, he replied, "Well hold on now... You -allowed- yourself to be distracted." Shaking his head, he teased her a bit, "I can't help it that you don't have any will power." A mischievous wink followed as he began to grin.

For a moment, he thought about making a joke of him enjoying the distractions, but then decided against it. Instead, he replied, "Yes ma'am, I did fully enjoy those times together." Smiling warmly, he leaned over to plant a kiss on her forehead as he spoke softly, "I've been enjoying -all- the time I've had with you since you knocked on my door so early this morning." Again, he squeezed her fondly, holding her tight in his arms against him. He thought he could keep this up all day and then some and never be tired of it. Never.

She began to say something about the clothes, but the breakfast order had come. In response to her inquiry about who would get the door, Deacon grabbed up his towel and wrapped it around his waist. Giving Blythe a quick peck on the cheek (or at least making to do so unless she tried something else), he said, "I'll get it. Throw on my shirt again and we'll eat. It'll only take me a moment to get dressed."

With that, Deke got the door and paid the server, giving him a decent tip. Carrying in the tray FULL of food, he set it down at the table and retrieved two glasses from the cabinet, filling them both with blue milk. He positioned the food so he and Blythe could sit mostly beside each other about the round table as opposed to across, wanting to keep close to her all day.

Once he had the silverware in place, Deacon went to hang up his towel and walked back into the master bedroom, with intentions on pulling out some clothes for the day. He laid out a few items and began to get dressed as he commented, "So what sort of lightsaber crystal do you need anyway? What do they even do?" He'd heard tell those selling them just what they did and how special they were, but it was one thing to hear it from a con artist, quite another to hear it from a Jedi. Dark or not.

Speaking up after a few moments and getting fully dressed, he added, "And Blythe, I'd be -more- than happy to accompany you if you have some clothes shopping to do. I've really no intention of escaping or abandoning your presence." Leaving his bedroom, Deke made for the table and pulled out a chair for Blythe, awaiting for her to take a seat before he did so. If he was sneaky enough, he'd get in a quick, playful goose as she made to sit. Heh...

 

[Dread]

Deacon being cheeky back only made her smile. It was more then fun playing around with him like that. She'd of talked back more, could of gone on about it for awhile, but decided to let the subject change for now. There was more things she wanted to get done today if they'd have the time.

Finding her undergarments, as hidden as they seemed to be, she slid them on. Grabbing Deacon's shirt again. Hopefully this time it would stay on longer then just a few minutes, she thought, half joking. Deacon said something as he was getting dressed as well, Blythe looked over to him for a second, her eyes returning to shirt to button it up before she replied, "I'm looking for a new color crystal, or maybe a synthetic focusing crystal. The color of ones lightsaber beam often has a meaning to it, and currently, most would read mine as "Bogan"." Blythe shook her head, "But as to what color, I have no clue."

Another yawn escaped as she brought herself to the table, keeping up just behind Deacon. She took seat in the chair, though brought her legs close together as she could, reaching down after with her left hand to catch the shirt's fabric. With a tug, she made sure the shirt stayed over her knees well in this position.

"Uhm...well." She paused and looked up at Deacon, then to the food for the first time, taking in a long breath filled with the smell of it, "Truthfully, Deke, I haven't gone clothing shopping that often. I don't have a lot of credits, never have, and I normally just get something basic like you saw me in at the bar..."

 

[Saint]

Deacon wasn't sure just how personal of a thing it was to select a color for one's lightsaber. He'd never done such a thing. Most likely though, it was -very- personal, as to many Jedi (or so it seemed to him), the lightsaber was an extension of one's self. Randomly selecting a color didn't really seem to fit Blythe. His gaze rested on her for a few moments as she spoke, fixating on her captivating blue eyes. Quirking an eyebrow, he wondered briefly if they had such a color to match her eyes? Maybe a silver to reflect her... current stance?

He pushed the thought aside, allowing himself once again to be taken. Krath, he could kiss her again... right now... RIGHT now. But if he did, he would probably sweep her off to the bedroom again. Last night had been.... beyond amazing. Beyond incredible. Beyond.... beyond beyond. Words couldn't really describe it. He felt -incredibly- fortunate to have her in his life right now. It wasn't that he had been lost and alone before, but now that they were together, though for not even a day as of yet, he didn't feel like ever being apart. Man... that wouldn't creep her out to know that, would it? He boggled the idea a moment.

Smirking, he noted her move with his shirt, being quite modest with it now. Yup, perhaps it would be best to keep his distance for a bit. Maybe he had crowded her space already. Then again, maybe not. They couldn't really spend all day lounging around half-naked in his apartment could they? Damn Right They Could!! HE wasn't in a hurry to go anywhere... though Blythe did seem intent on knocking some things off of her to-do list. Since that seemed important to her, Deke decided that it would be important to him. There would be more time later for snuggly-poo and cuddle-bug games.

In response to her remark about not having credits for clothes, Deacon grunted a bit humoredly to himself. Has her own personal ship, but no money for clothes... heh. Smiling warmly as he sat down fairly close to her, Deke replied, "Don't worry about th' credits. I've got tha' covered. Jus' pick an' choose whatcha like an' we'll go from there." Nodding over towards her side of the platter, he added, "Eat up eh? Don't want you accusin' me of distractin' you from eating all day." He gave her a playful wink as he picked up his own fork and awaited for her to take a bite. Again, it was only polite to eat after his guest had started to herself.

Everytime he looked over at her, sitting there at his table in his shirt, his heart skipped a beat. He'd never really felt this way for a woman before. Not like this anyway. Dangit Deke, snap out of it. You've only known her for what... a few hours now? You can't really count that time in the bar... That was nearly a month ago!! Calm down. Take it slow, and see where it goes. She's been an amazing young woman so far. Don't ruin it by smothering and suffocating her. People like their space.

 

[Dread]

((OOC: I'm so addicted to the song you posted.))

Blythe smirked at Deacon's comment, "No, we wouldn't, would we?" A little giggle followed her words. Leaning over a bit, she went to place a quick kiss on Deacon's cheek. He was pretty cute to keep up the joke like that...This was diffidently new to her.

She grabbed her fork, moving some food to her own plate(if she had one?). Taking a fork full of something that she she couldn't exactly identify. Whatever it was tasted good as she put it in her mouth and took a bite. Blythe wouldn't eat that much in the end, she never had ate much in one sitting. She likely expended more energy then she had nutrition in her body, drawing off the force to sustain herself to combat what she lacked. It wasn't because the food wasn't available to her, of course, she just never had a large appetite.

Continuing the conversation on her lightsaber, to see if Deacon wanted to know more, she turned to him after a few more bites of food. "I'm thinking...silver for mine."

Bringing her hand to the air, Blythes eye's quickly scanned the room. She was able to get a glance of her hilt on the table in the distance. With a slow twist of her wrist, the hilt unclipped from her belt, hovering over the table before making it's way into her palm. The golden color, due to it being made of Electrum, shimmered in the light just above them. Blythe loved the way it did that; sometimes she found herself just staring at it for awhile.