Sleep Interrupted

[Saint]

At the feel of her kiss, Deacon felt electricity pulsate through his body. Closing his eyes, he savored the the moment, even after she had pulled back. Yup, he could live like this forever... or so he thought. Today was, by far, the best day of his life. As she began to turn her attention to her food, taking up an empty plate and dishing some food off of the platter onto it, Deacon began to eat as well. Match her easily two bites to her one. She wasn't much of a hefty eater. Then again, small frame like that.. and shapely.. probably didn't require as much as he did.

Nodding his head lightly in regard to her comment about the color silver for her lightsaber, Deke went on to reply, "Silver is a pretty color." Smirking, he realized that he had -just- been thinking about that color, and here she had suggested it for herself. Hmmm... curious. Quirking an eyebrow, he inquired with a playful tone, "Jus' how much of my thoughts -do- you read anyway?" He grunted curiously to himself, wondering if she had been picking up on all the sexually-oriented thoughts he'd been having of her since he awoke this morning. It was -entirely- possible.

Between bites as he continued to eat away at his delicious breakfast, Deke commented back regarding the lightsaber, "I'll check with an associate of mine an' see what he has to offer regarding lightsaber crystals. Of all the con-artists and hacks out there, he's about the closest thing to trust-worthy you're going to find when it comes to contraband." And even then, Deacon had his doubts on just how far he could trust this guy. Too many cons had attempted to make a quick buck off of supposed Jedi artifacts, that when a legitimate piece was actually to be had, most simply passed on it, assuming it to be a fake... unless of course, they had oodles of creds to their name and were willing to just throw money to the wind in search of that -one- artifact that they could just not live without, which would somehow magically hold the ultimate power of the galaxies, just waiting to be unleashed into their hot little hands. Heh...

Deacon nearly froze as his eyes fixated on her little trick with her lightsaber. He'd never really been this close to a Jedi before... or at least, one who was just toying around with their powers in such an obvious fashion. Telekinesis was quite fascinating. Quite fascinating. He simply shook his head, continuing on with his meal after gawking at her small display of power. Somehow, that little display of power turned him on all the more, and he was doubly excited about the relationship he was developing with her. Was that kinky or what? Huh...

Having a sudden realization, Deacon placed his fork beside his plate, set his elbows on the table, clasped his hands before his chin as he slipped his thumbs under, rendering support, and simply smiled fondly as his appreciative gaze rested solely and unwavering upon Blythe. After a few moments of silence, he remarked, "Have I told you how simply amazing and wonderful you are? Simply amazing and wonderful." Laying a hand over his chest as he continued, "I find myself to be supremely and ultimately fortunate to have you in my life Blythe." Swallowing hard, he kept his adoring gaze upon her, just soaking in her presence and those beautiful, captivating blue eyes.

 

[Dread]

"Jus' how much of my thoughts -do- you read anyway?" Blythe give a smirk, leaning closer to Deacon, she used her free right arm to wrap it around Deacons much larger, buff arm. Once comfortably wrapped around it, Blythe rested her head just below the round of Deacon's shoulder, then replied "I can't help it if you're just that interesting..." And that was that. Her answer wasn't clear, though she was sure he knew what she was implying, that she dipped into his mind fairly often. Although through time she might find herself doing so less and less, for now Blythe was enjoying herself.

Listening intently Blythe gave a knowing nod as Deacon explained about trust-worthy, or rather, not so trust worthy, sellers. "If he tries to sell me a fake, I'll catch him. A lot of my life has been spent on building my saber, and I've become fairly knowledgeable about most parts. Their weight, exact color, the way they react to certain things...some are connected to the force itself. No hack can fake that."

Thinking more about going and buying crystals, something crossed her mind that worried her. "What will your associate think of you looking for crystals?" She paused a second, "...Or your boss? If he happens to get wind of me accompanying you?" It was a legit worry. Blythe wasn't completely sure if her presence would have an positive effect on all aspects of Deacon's job. Oh and...it dawned on her that Deacon hadn't exactly said anything about his boss yet. Whoops... She wondered if after awhile, all the little bits she picked up on would bother him.

As the subject moved on, Blythe found herself blushing again. Why was Deacon so nice? "I..." For a second she took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly, "One thing I don't understand is why you like me so much...but I'm happy I met you, Deacon. Without you, I don't think I'd ever feel this way, or be this willing to move on from my past..."

 

[Saint]

Her response... and enveloping touch of his arm... was enough for now. If she hadn't left yet or chided him for all the thoughts he'd had up until this point, then her reading his mind wasn't too horrible of a thing. He quirked a grin though when she said the part about finding him that interesting... heh. Really? Hmmm... He found her interesting as well, though he wasn't able to explore her thoughts and feelings like she could his. Somehow, that seemed to heavily favor her side of the relationship... Regardless, she was still here. Apparently it hadn't bugged her that much to leave. Krath, just what kind of life had she led up to this point? He found himself wondering such for a few moments.

Nodding lightly, Deacon figured that Blythe would be able to tell the differences and whatnot between a real lightsaber crystal and a fake. He wouldn't mind learning a little bit about them from her, but also understood that he wouldn't have the Force-assisted discernment that allowed her to judge between what was real and what was not. And besides, what need did he really have for a lightsaber? Those unskilled in its uses were just as liable to hurt themselves as someone else. And cutting off a limb was such a FINAL mistake. Yeah, hard to recover from something like that...

Then it slipped out. Her remark about his boss. Suddenly, it hit Deacon just how much she could really know about him. He hadn't even really been thinking about the Crime Lord and here she was pulling that information from his skull like ripe grapes from a vine. This was a moment of truth for him. Could he trust her that much? He kinda had to already, but to continue to do so? His life was an open book to her... plainly. That was a little threatening. Was it worth the risk? Suddenly things took on a new light. Doubts started to creep in, perhaps not intentionally, but nonetheless... as thoughts often did.

Deciding instantly, he determined that this was a thought better pursued when he had his amulet on, which he would definitely don before they left his apartment. Having it off in his own home was one thing. Having it off out in public? Quite another... It took him a moment, but he finally responded to her inquiries, "My associate'll think little of my requests. With the clients I work with on a day to day basis, this is just one more request. Perhaps it may seem odd to any outsider, but on the black market, -everything- is on sale and for trade. Everything."

The cool-cleaner sounded a soft tone as it indicated that Blythe's robes were ready. Walking over to retrieve them for her, Deke further added, "As for your accompaniment of me, again, my clientele consists of a myriad of different types of races from numerous walks of life, both legal, illegal, and otherwise." Shaking his head lightly, he turned towards her, offering her her robes, "I wouldn't worry too much about tha'." Though before he had been pretty anxious to see her disrobe again, he found himself distracted at the recent realization that absolutely -nothing- in his mind was sacred or secret. Nothing.

Offering her some privacy, Deke walked into his room and began to dress himself more fully, not yet donning his amulet, but putting everything else on in the meantime. In response to her last remarks about him being so nice, Deacon replied as he tightened up the laces on his boots, "Nor do I un'erstand why you came back to me after our firs' meeting. I don't know or un'erstand what drew you t'me, but yeah, I'm pretty happy that you did Blythe." With that, he smiled sincerely to himself. Whether she could see him or not, he wasn't about to invade her privacy just now. He'd let her get fully dressed before he walked out of his room again.

Eyeing his amulet as he was now fully ready dressed and ready to go, Deacon called out, "So we headin' to your ship first? Move that then hit-up my associate? I'll fire 'em off a message an' let him know what we're lookin' for." Pulling out his datapad, Deke punched in a quick message, encrypted it, and fired it off to his associate. He hoped to Krath that the man wouldn't try to pull one over on Blythe. If he did, Deke wasn't too sure just how Blythe would take that. One thing was certain though, he didn't want to get on her bad side. A pissed off Bogan would -not- bode well for anyone. Not anyone.

 

[Dread]

Blythe took her robes while simply nodding to Deacon, understanding his point. As he got dressed, so did she. Undertunic, tabard, overtunic, sash, pants then to her belt where she clipped on her hilt. Once fully dressed she went to the door, slipped on her boots and pulled her hood over her head.

"Because...of everything." That was the best Blythe could explain why she was here. Maybe one day she'd fully understand, though now she would be a mystery to herself. She wasn't sure if this was new to Deacon, though that mattered little to her. What mattered to her the most was that she was here with him.

With another nod, though Deacon wouldn't notice, she replied, "To my ship. Though I warn you about two things." Blythe cleared her throat, "One, it's not in the best shape, but I spend most of what I have fixing it up. Two..." Even if Deacon wouldn't care that much about her 'methods' it still meant that they could be in double the amount of trouble if the ship was stopped, due to her not replacing it's ID card yet. "I may of perhaps commandeered the ship. From...corpses" of course." Whether or not it really was from corpses, or if they were corpses before she had gotten on the ship was up to Deacon to decide. She didn't expect him to ask for details, he had asked very little details about her past so far.

 

[Saint]

Deacon strapped on his amulet before walking out of his room. As he did so, Blythe was already standing by the door, clearly ready to go. She had her robes on and hood up which brought Deacon pause a bit. Yup, they would -definitely- have to go shopping for clothes later. MOST definitely. Patting himself down briefly, he went through a mental checklist to make sure that he had everything that he needed. He didn't like having to go back to pick-up something that he should've had with him all along.

In response to her warnings about her ship, Deke just grunted humoredly as he listened. Waving a dismissive hand, he replied, "Don' worry about the transponder codes or wha'not. Once we git it to my hangar, we've ways to handle that." While he didn't necessarily mean to imply that it was -his- personal hangar, Deacon was certainly high up on the food chain and could have the appropriate adjustments made, not to mention maintenance and upgrades, though he would bring that up here shortly...

Walking over and stepping up before her, with barely six inches in between them, Deke reached out to take both of her hands within his. His good eye attempted to search her own gaze as he thought for a moment, taking a breath and exhaling softly before speaking. "Blythe," he started, the entire though and words still forming in his mind, "unlike you, I have -no- way of reaching down into your soul and discovering whether what you are telling me or feeling for me is entirely honest and the truth."

Swallowing a bit hard, he paused for a moment before continuing, "My mind... my thoughts... my everything... is an open book t'you. I realize this." Pursing his lips momentarily, he pressed on, "I need to know... if you feel for me, the same that I feel for you." Quirking a half-grin, he added, "And I know that you already know how much that is, even if you don't know or understand the why." Gaze holding on her for a quiet moment longer, Deacon finally ended with, "I feel a little foolish jumping headlong into a relationship so deep like this, but considering your abilities, I've little choice but to decide upon a commitment this early... and I find myself... questioning."

It was a hard thought to process and put into words. Even harder to try to explain to her. What he was trying to convey was that if she didn't feel as strongly for him, preferrably much stronger, than he did for her, then there would need to be some adjustments made. For one (though he didn't say this aloud), he would most -certainly- be wearing his amulet a -lot- more when she was around. If this wasn't going to be a serious commitment, then he did at least need to protect his job, boss, and clientele; especially since his thoughts would not be secret...

 

[Dread]

His hands always felt so nice. Blythe was happy to feel them around her hand again. As he began to talk about how he felt, Blythe frowned a bit. Even if she answered him, she was sure he wouldn't understand her exactly. Someone who hadn't been through everything she did, a non-force sensitive, probably would assume she could just push all her training and past aside easily. Or so, that is what Blythe thought and worried about.

"Of course I feel as strong, Deacon..." Bringing herself closer, she went to press up against him, her eyes staring up into his. "But I cannot guarantee that I can show you that, at least not properly, nor put into words how I exactly feel. Well, not fancy-like, like you do." A frown formed on her face now, her eyes serious, almost angry looking but there was no anger, at least none towards Deacon. "What you see before you is what I am, or what I have been for many years of my life. And even before the Bogan, I was only briefly a Jedi. Before that, I was raised by my father, likely to be an assassin, since as far back as I can remember."

Pausing a second, she looked away from Deacon, "I've never been this...'girly' around anyone but you, Deacon. Even I don't get why I act the way I do around you. I just feel...I don't know...like I want you to take control but not the same way that my father, Jedi Master or Bogan master did." Blythe shook her head now, "I guess that doesn't make any sense." With a sigh she would pull away from him now. "I'm sorry."

 

[Saint]

Attempting to keep her from pulling away, Deacon's grip slipped from her hands to just around her wrists, this way he wouldn't have to squeeze so tight in order to keep her hands from freeing themselves; though he did allow for a bit more space between them, as it seemed that's kind of what she wanted, but then again, perhaps not... Upon heaving a sigh, he closed his eye for a moment, gathering up what he wanted to say before just spitting anything out. It wasn't easy. Some things were just too soon to say... weren't they? Regardless, he moved on.

"Blythe... Blythe," he said her name softer the second time. "Look at me please." It had been a request that he hoped she would meet, ideally staring back up into his eye, meeting his gaze. Attempting to search her eyes for a moment, Deke finally closed his eye, squeezing her wrists a bit either for emphasis or nervousness... something. Probably because he just wasn't sure how to throw this out there and inquire, but he was about to anyway. "Jus'... Just tell me that you want to stay with me like this..." he wanted to say forever, but that just didn't seem right. He wanted to hear those three little words... but that was just too soon. Krath damnit, he wanted assurances now that he just couldn't have!! But still...

Having kind of left that last sentence hang without an ending, Deke decided to just leave it like that and let her make up with it in whatever way she pleased. He didn't want to sound desperate, but this situation was -very- serious. Could she understand what it was like to be in his shoes? ALL of his secrets bared. All of his thoughts an open book. All that, with absolutely no way of knowing likewise of his... partner. He wondered if she understood just what kind of predicament he was in with her. His life.. his job.. depended -greatly- upon secrecy and trust. They hadn't even been in each other's presence for a full day, and he was realizing that he would have to trust her NOW more than he's ever trusted anyone else ever in his entire life.

THAT... was a lot to ask. After a moment or so, Deacon sighed again as he looked down at his amulet. Letting go of both of her wrists, he began to loosen and remove his amulet, making to set it aside so she could sense him fully as he stated, "Read me... right now... just read me." If she did as he asked of her, every single last one of his thoughts from the moments building up to this were flying through his head. Intentionally, he chased down every rabbit trail, followed every doubt, asked every question, revealed every desire. Leaving nothing private or sacred, he thought on all the difficulties that this relationship would entail if it wasn't real and lasting, how his life would essentially be forfeit, if not worse. EVERYTHING...

Closing his eyes, he awaited her response. He had opened himself fully and was taking the biggest risk of his life... against his better judgment... and all of this for... all of this for... *sigh* well, all of this for something he didn't want to call it yet. Could it be called that so soon? This early? That seemed so adolescent and cheezy. Krath damnit... where would this go...

 

[Dread]

Everything she was picking up was too much to process. Blythe felt overwhelmed, and so her hand came to her forehead. Her eye's closed tightly, painfully shut. She was trying do read everything Deacon wanted her too, but she just wasn't that trained, that powerful yet in the force.

After awhile she numbed her connection with him. Now understanding at least part of what he wanted, she hoped. Blythe went on her tippy toes to place a tender kiss on Deacon's lips, letting a quick sigh slip from her lips before speaking, "I love you." She nodded, though her look not faltering from a serious one.

Standing flat on her feet now, she went on, "I do want to have a serious relationship with you. And, Deacon, if you want to know something about me just ask. You don't need to read my mind to get to know me, you know."

Her hand came to his chest, and she laid her head on his chest beside it.

 

[Saint]

Closing his eyes at the touch of her lips against his, Deacon let the moment linger as he relaxed his mind, his thoughts drifting away on white clouds of nothingness. Then... then... she said it. Those three words. He swallowed hard as he could hardly believe what he was hearing, but it was certainly what he wanted... mostly. This was all so fast and confusing. His gaze fixed on hers as she continued.

When she laid her hand and head against his chest, Deacon draped his arms about her, after a moment gently pulling her hood back to allow it to fall free from her head, resting over her slender back. Leaning his head forward and down, he began to place one slow, soft kiss after another, pausing between as he replied in turn, "And I.. want.. to love.. you too.. Blythe." As the words came out, his kisses drifted down to her forehead. He wasn't so sure that he could tell her that he loved her just yet, though it was hard not to believe that he did. What he felt for her inside.... well... he just could -not- explain it.

Instead of bending over the rest of the way so that he could kiss her passionately upon the lips, Deke smirked a bit as he grunted humoredly to himself, a playful look in his eye as he bent his knees, lowering himself and cupping one cheek of her rump with his right hand, securing a good hold as he lifted her easily up off the ground. His left arm slid up behind her back to hold her close.

With her hips up just above his waist, Deacon wriggled the fingers of his right hand a bit, hoping to give her a hint to wrap her legs around his waist while he pulled her as close against him as he could. His lips just barely brushing over the flesh of her ear as he spoke, Deke whispered, his warm breath warm against her skin, "I'm not sure tha' I want t'know about your pas' jus' yet Blythe." Giving her rump a fond squeeze, he continued, "I rather like who you are righ' now." And with that, he began to suckle and nuzzle about her ear and immediately surrounding, his desire for her firing up once again as he tried to pull her even closer against him, ever so wantingly.

 

[Dread]

Blythe wrapped her legs around Deacon when she felt his fingers. She blushed and shivered to his touch then leaned forward and placed a few kisses on his neck.

Now that she was being held up she relaxed her arms over his shoulders.

It made sense why he wouldn't really want to know about her past, so she simply nodded and replied, "If...that's what you want then I'm fine with that."

 

[Saint]

Though tempted to just carry her back to the bedchamber, Deacon loosened his hold on Blythe, allowing her to slide slowly down his form until her feet hit the ground and she could stand on her own again. Reaching to hold her hand within his, he wrapped his fingers tenderly around her smaller hand, smiling warmly as he opened the door, turning to look at her. "So, where did you park?" He quirked an inquisitive eyebrow briefly before securing the door to his place, locking it up.

As the two of them walked along, Deacon's comm blipped, notifying him that he had received an incoming message. Whipping it out, his fingers danced deftly over the device as he read the correspondence to himself. As it turned out, his associate did have a couple of choices in lightsaber pieces that he would be more than happy to have Deke pick over. Quirking a grin to himself, he wondered if his friend was going to try to dupe him with counterfeit pieces. He hoped for his sake that he wouldn't. It would be an -extremely- bad idea...

 

[Dread]

[Time Skip]

Blythe lead Deacon back to a shady spaceport that hardly fit the deception of one. A few Driods zipped around the port logging landings, collecting payments and doing various other jobs, that is, unless they have a hiccup of a malfunction that has them misplace that data or not collect the desired amount of credits. And, as it so happens, Blythe was skilled at causing that to happen.

Her ship was a smaller, transport size, vessel. On the outside rust and graffiti lined most of it. Though once up the exit ramp and into the ship itself, the inside looked in much better shape then the outside. Blythe had kept it clean, in order, and a little decorated with things she found interesting. Though she brought little with her from the temple, she had kept stuff on her ship from her travels.

Getting a quick sweep of the ship using her senses, to make sure there woulds be no surprises(assuming she'd be able to sense a thief or stow-away in the first place) she paused for a moment. When she was happy with her search she began to lead Deacon towards the cockpit, still holding onto his hand as long as he didn't let go. "I like him, even if he's kind of a junker. Don't you?"

 

[Saint]

Once safely onboard her vessel, Deacon went ahead and removed his amulet, hiding it from those who would peek in or take a wandering gander about the ship. His actions weren't concealed from Blythe in the least; himself showing her by this that he did indeed trust her and then some, allowing himself to be openly vulnerable to her... Jedi voo-doo. She did seem to enjoy it better when she could... feel? sense? Whatever... him through the Force, and though Deke wasn't a big fan of the power, he could appreciate her desire so long as they were in private.

Quirking an eyebrow as he walked alongside her towards the cockpit, Deacon replied inquisitively, "Him? Does he... have a name?" Gaze panning over the interior as they moved, Deke simply nodded as he took it all in. He wasn't a pilot himself, and in fact, didn't like flying in the least bit. Locked up in a flying tin can for days, weeks, or even months on end wasn't exactly his idea of a good time. He -much- preferred having his feet on the ground. After a few moments of silence... "I do like th' looks of it. Rather d'ceptive on th' outside. A good trait not t'flaunt an' draw attention."

With that, he smiled warmly at her while reaching into his belt to retrieve a datapad. Flipping through the data screens rather efficiently, Deke came upon the coordinates for the new hangar Blythe would park her ship at. Once there, he would have a couple of his techies see to the details of the ship's transponder and other codes. They'd be able to neutralize whatever registries there were; replacing them with legitimate codes. Usually, he would have had them load up forged data, but being as this was Blythe's vessel, he would ensure that they gave her the five star treatment.

 

[Dread]

When Deacon took his amulet off Blythe let a happy sigh slip out by mistake. A faint blush flashed across her cheeks before she cleared her throat and moved on. Blythe gazed at Deacon's eyes while he took a look around her ship. It was nice that he was interested in it. After all, it had been a big part of her life for awhile now so it meant a lot even if it wasn't a lot.

"Ah...a name." She replied, giving a warm smile, then continued after a short pause, "He is Belial." After a single happy nod she sat down in the pilots chair. Before touching anything she gestured her head to the co-pilots chair so Deacon would sit down. "It seems so. Though because he looks a bit weak on the outside he still attracts certain types. They think he is weak so they pick on him. Of course, though, one thing he's good at at least is his defense and speed." Blythe coughed, "Weapon systems are another story all together."

She started up the ship, the engine purred nicely and the ship shook as the vessel came alive. Looking back over her shoulder she gave another smile, a soft content one. "Where are we headed then, Dekey?" It was something she had thought of calling him. He'd probably hate it because it was 'cute' but Blythe decided to see what kind of reaction she'd get.

 

[Saint]

Taking a seat in the co-pilot's chair, it wasn't lost on Deacon that Blythe had given a sigh of relief at the removal of his amulet. He figured she would've appreciated it, and right now, he was happy to oblige her. Turning his attention warmly towards her, Deacon replied in response to the name of her ship, "Belial eh? I like it... if a bit dark." He quirked a crooked smile as he offered her a wink with the only eye he could do that with.

She smiled at him as she gazed over her shoulder, right into his eyes. When she called him Dekey though, that brought a brief, humored chuckle to his lips. Reaching forward, he went to cup the side of her face as his thumb caressed her cheek. Tilting his head slightly to one side, he stated softly, "You seem so happy." Pausing, he held his gaze on her a moment longer before adding, "Are you happy?"

With that, whether she answered him briefly or not, Deacon scooted forward in his chair, leaning towards Blythe as he gently drew her face closer to his as well, planting a tender kiss on her lips as his eye closed. The moment lingered... and lingered... and lingered as the tender kiss continued into something longer, slowly deepening as lips parted and tongues met and caressed. He sat forward further, reaching about her shoulders to draw her close in a warm embrace.

Pausing for only the briefest of moments, he reached over with his right hand and plugged in the coordinates to their desired location. Too bad she didn't have an astromech to fly this thing while they tended to... business... elsewhere. Put it on cruise control, dim the lights, and.... well... you get the picture. ;)