Ask Dantooine What's Cookin'?

[Amira Din]

Moon beams floated across cerulean waters, the Firrerreo and Tiefling comfortably tucked away from the rest of the galaxy in their own little safe haven amongst the trees. Amira was beaming, too, nestled into the Firrerreo's side, one finger idly tracing water droplets across his stomach. "I was right," she observed, a contented sigh escaping her lips. "You do make for a drop dead gorgeous prune."
They laid there in silence for a while, basking in the starlight and each other. When Edin finally broke the silence, his question surprised the Tiefling. This wasn't the pillow talk she had expected—light and temporizing. Nor was it a simple, straightforward question with an equally straightforward answer. Amira hesitated to answer, struggling to find the right words. Struggling to find the answer. The Empire wasn't like the Jedi or the Free Worlds Alliance—you couldn't just wake up one morning, decide you'd had enough, and leave without any consequences. Dissention was frowned up, to put it mildly. The Empire wasn't for the weak willed or the faint of heart, for those teetering between two opinions. Master Roth, in particular, did not allow irresolution, weakness. Any sign, no matter how small, had to be stomped out at every turn.

But Edin was not Master Roth, and he was no Sith. He was a friend. A lover. Someone she could trust. She hoped. She wanted to open up to him, if even just a little bit, after everything they'd share with one another tonight "Sometimes," she admitted in a quiet voice, as if the trees themselves had ears and were listening. As if Master Roth was listening, waiting to pounce on her. "Especially when I was younger. My master was... strict, and I was largely isolated from the Empire. I missed my family." The Tiefling thought back, to those long nights spent crying herself to sleep in the labyrinths beneath Dorin, missing Bandomeer and her family. "But my master... he cared for me. Deeply. In his own way. And it got better over time.

"I joined the Sith because I wanted to be like my older sister. She was always the brains in the family," she chuckled, smile wavering. Amira had always looked up to Imani, but even after all these years, could she truly say she was anything like her older sister? All the training, all the discipline Master Roth had provided, and she'd still let herself down. More than that, she had let her master down, failed him in every possible way. The Tiefling looked up at Edin, amber eyes shimmering. "I've made mistakes in the past, but the Empire is making the galaxy better. It's brought not only stability but prosperity to the planets it touches. I can be a part of that—improving the galaxy, improving my own life." Atoning for my mistakes, she added silently to herself.

Had she shared too much? Opened up too much? The Tiefling wasn't sure, and she decided not to dwell on it long. She rolled over onto her stomach, still pressed up to the Firrerreo's side as wet, silver strands of hair tumbled over her shoulders. "What about you?" she asked, staring into his blue eyes. "Do you ever regret it? The life you lead?" The lives you take? @Sreeya

 

[Edin Frost]

Edin had been around her enough to where he could sense when something made her feel vulnerable. Discussing her ‘master’ was certainly one of those topics. The way she spoke of him hinted that it was a bit more than just a standard teacher and student relationship. Was there more to where she was manipulated or tormented? The thought sent a surge of rage through him, but he tempered himself to prevent it from showing on his face.

Hearing that the Empire made the galaxy better was strange to hear, but in many ways she was right. Other than the ISC, it was perhaps the most powerful governing body in existence. There had been a time he had owed his allegiance and had been loyal to someone that openly allowed and practiced slavery. He had looked the other way because it benefited him. It wasn’t his job to be charitable to every cause.

When she move to flip over, he actually reached over and casually rolled her atop him. By the end of the fluid gesture, she would be seated on his abdomen. He decided he wanted to see her perched like that against the backdrop of the stars and skies beyond her. Edin stared up at her in silence for a moment while lying on his back, watching the way her silky hair fell around her shoulders. His hand lazily dragged along her thigh as he pondered her question, briefly looking past her and up at the moon.

“I don’t have the luxury of regret,” He said quietly, “If I stop and think too much I might talk myself out of it. My business is taking lives without regard to the reasons or details behind them. If I ever take that home with me, it’d destroy me,” Edin shifted his gaze back to meet hers, “Being with you also helps me feel like a better man than I probably am…”

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[Amira Din]

Amira settled on the Firrerreo's stomach, savoring his warmth, goosebumps taking shape along her arms and legs. Months had passed since they'd last seen one another, and who knew how many more would pass after tonight? Amira was going to soak up every moment, every touch, and every longing stare. She wished they could stay here forever, staring into one another's eyes until they faded away, but she knew that was the impractical schoolgirl in her, forced to grow up far too quickly under her master's guiding hand.

It was Edin that made the admission, but it was Amira that felt lighter, as if a load had been lifted from her shoulders. Amira's skin tingled beneath his touch, and electrical jolts shot up her spine. Suddenly her hands ached with the overwhelming need to touch him, reaching down to play with his hair. The Firrerreo's hair was still damp as dark fingers explored, caressing his scalp and tugging on each strand as if this was their last night together. Fingernails traced an undiscernible shape, mindful to not leave a single scratch. If he was tired, it might even lull him to sleep.

"A lesser man would never have helped me save Vincent," she voiced softly, her golden gaze never straying from his. There was an intensity in her eyes, and if Edin was paying attention, he would realize that she meant every word. "Or stopped my bleeding. Or agreed to split half of that bounty with me. A lesser man would have left me lying on the sidewalk, and a lesser man probably wouldn't even be here with me right now. You're gentle with me, Edin." In a a way Master Roth never had been, and in a way most of the men since weren't. In a way she had never dared to hope from the assassin she had met by chance in a bar on Takodana. "And I feel safe with you." Safety, security—that mattered more to the Tiefling than he could ever know. "I'm not scared of you or your past. When you hold me in your arms, it's as if I'm untouchable. As if I'm a goddess up on a pedestal, with you by my side."
To the rest of the galaxy, they were a pair of monsters. A Sith Champion and an assassin that killed for money, each responsible for countless deaths. But to Amira? To Amira, Edin was so much more than that. She dipped her head down, pushing her lips against his forehead in a soft stroke. "You never have to feel guilty about what you are, Edin Frost," she breathed against him. "Not with me." @Sreeya

 

[Edin Frost]

For a long while, Edin simply admired her in the moonlight. Every contour, every curve, the way the moon bathed her bare skin. She would know he was drinking in every bit of her, shamelessly allowing his gaze to travel along her body before he looked back into her eyes again. When she reached over to graze her nails along his head, he closed his eyes and exhaled in contentment. There was also a guttural purr that resounded that was a reminder that he was Firrerreo. He almost began to drift off before she began to speak.

As she listed off her examples, Edin opened his eyes again. He had never considered himself to be a ‘good guy’ in any sense of the word. Her words surprised him, especially because they were actions he had taken. He never thought about how it may have meant a lot to her - they were simply things he did just because. Or was there truly an underlying reason? He tilted his head and gave her a lazy smile when she mentioned feeling like a goddess, “Well you look the part too,” He added as his hands gently traveled along her legs.

Edin felt her lean in to kiss his forehead, the gesture tender and far more meaningful than he could ever convey. Her words lingered on his mind, though his thoughts were suddenly far away and on his true line of work.

“Amira..” He said quietly as he gestured for her to look at him, “I…I really am Basilisk,” Edin confessed to her quietly. The stern look in his eye would be enough to tell her he wasn’t lying, “I am the one that killed the Chancellor and the Sith War Master…and the Mon Cala admiral…” He looked away for a moment. It was a risk telling her all this, but he despised the thought of not doing it. It would be a shock despite all the jokes they had shared. It meant he was known around the galaxy, wanted around the galaxy and always had a target on his back.

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[Amira Din]

As soon as Edin purred, the familiar sound low and gruff, the Tiefling grinned, always pleased when she could elicit that reaction from him. Sometimes she would forget he was a Firrerreo at all, until he would growl or flash that grin of his for her, long canines on full display. He was handsome and captivating and intoxicating in every sense of the word and so unlike what she had known before. Every time she touched him, it was as if she was touching him for the very first time. And every time they kissed, it was as if she had never tasted him before that moment. Amira wanted nothing more than to dive headfirst into whatever this was, to allow herself to get drunk on him and never look back, despite the nagging voice in the back of her mind.

Was she simply swept up in the moment, nothing more than a silly school girl that had never grown up and that knew nothing about real, lasting romance? Maybe she was nothing more than damaged goods, incapable of ever experiencing a life and a relationship outside of her master's shadow. Was this what it was supposed to feel like? Love? It was nothing like what she had experienced with Master Roth. Sometimes she didn't know if she were awake or dreaming with Edin, but this.... this felt real—as real and authentic as the grass between her toes and the water droplets splattered across her skin.

Amira said nothing, nor did her face betray the battle that raged within her. She brushed her nose against his cheek before her lips wandered down toward his neck again, where they would leave a trail of moist prints. "I know you are," she laughed in a silly, love-struck tone, wondering why he chose to bring this up now of all times. "You're Basilisk. The most renowned assassin in the galaxy." Her teeth nibbled, pulling at the skin at the base of his neck. "And I'm the Empress, the most feared woman in the galaxy."
There was nothing serious in her tone, but at his gesture, the Tiefling would lift her head up to look at him face to face. She was still smiling, but as she stared into his eyes, stern and hard, that smile gradually faded. Not from fear or disgust but from genuine, unfeigned shock. A blank look settled on her face after that, absent of any visible, tangible expression. "Wait, you're.... you're being serious?" @Sreeya

 

[Edin Frost]

Edin could tell she didn’t believe him and he only sighed as a result, staring up at the stars even as she nuzzled against his cheek. A part of him wanted to say it was a joke after all or a gotcha. The words were right there, bubbling up and paused in his threat. She would simply roll her eyes and they would move on as usual. But the words didn’t spill, and there was a pause until she asked her question at the very end.

For a moment, the Firrerreo said nothing, blankly staring past her still and towards the sky. Once again a part of him screamed at him to make the entire thing out to be a joke. Once again, the words died in his throat. Edin finally sighed and gently rose to sit up, taking her with him. He adjusted a bit to allow her to sit on his lap facing him. In their current state of attire, it was a rather compromising position, but his mind was far from that now.

His sapphire eyes gazed into her vibrant yellows, his expression as grim as ever.

“I’m being serious, Amira,” He said quietly, “I’m wanted on this planet right now because of what I’ve done. It’s why I showed up in disguise,” Edin mentioned, recalling back to how he hadn’t changed out of his alias just yet, “I…had no intention of telling you anytime soon…if ever,” He admitted, struggling vaguely as he looked down, “But I didn’t like the thought of you wondering what happened when I disappear for jobs or if things finally catch up to me and someone takes me out. I have a lot of enemies because of who I am.”

It felt surreal admitting all this. She could turn him over to Imperials right now and that would be the end for him. He knew the Sith were capable of breaking into his mind to corroborate everything. However, he refused to think about any of that now, the moment tense as he gazed at her.

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[Amira Din]

Amira stared at the Firrerreo, mouth opening and shutting, unable to find her next words. "Then all this time... all this time," she eventually stuttered, eyes wide, "You were telling the truth." Reeling, the Tiefling replayed every encounter, every memory together over and over in her mind. Sure, he had been upfront about his identity on Takodana, and they had joked about it countless times since, but never for one moment had she believed he was actually the Basilisk.
And now he was on Dantooine, where he had assassinated the Sith Warmaster only weeks earlier. He was a wanted man, and coming here put him in danger. He could've been picked up by security at the spaceport or stopped for questioning by Peacekeeprs along the road. If even one person recognized him or detained him, he could wind up in an Imperial jail cell for questioning and torture. But he'd come to Dantooine anyway, and he was sitting here now, telling her the truth anyway. Telling the one secret that could destroy his life forever, to the one person that had the ability and was expected to haul him in to the nearest Imperial station to stand trial and await punishment. That thought never crossed her mind—it wasn't even an option. For another Sith maybe, but not for Amira.

"You trust me," she said suddenly, voice cracking with emotion. That was probably the last thing he expected her to say, but there had never been trust with Master Roth, not trust in its totality. He'd been secretive at every turn, only letting her in when it benefitted him. In the end, he was right not to trust her. She had betrayed him, let him down at the most critical moment in their relationship, but she wouldn't make that same mistake again. Not with Edin. His secret was safe with her. The Tiefling leaned forward, pressing her lips against his. The kiss was clumsy and wet and not at all as alluring as others they shared, but it was sincerely heartfelt. "Thank you," she breathed, wrapping her arms around him, burying her face in his chest.

The Tiefling knew that he had enemies. Lots of enemies. The New Republic searched for him to this day, every Sector Ranger out there chomping at the bit to be the one to drag the Basilisk in to stand trial for the Chancellor's assassination. And not just security forces, but gunslingers and bounty hunters—all vying for their five minutes of glory, to be able to talk it up big in some two bit cantina and proclaim that they killed the Basilisk.

"You might have a lot of enemies, Edin, but I'm not one of them." @Sreeya

 

[Edin Frost]

Edin said nothing for a long moment when Amira declared that he trusted her. He could recall the million times he had done the exact opposite with people. He always played others, always posed as someone just trustworthy enough but still keeping at arm’s length. Amira had shattered all that and he didn’t even realize when. She drew quicker than he did and took a shot directly to his heart. The thought almost made him chuckle, but he held back.

He was surprised when she leaned in to kiss him, and he returned it, his fingers curling softly into her hair. There was a sense of relief after the admission and it was something he hadn’t felt in a very long time. He wasn’t entirely sure if trusting her was foolish or not, but in that moment he found he didn’t care.

He felt her press against his chest, and his gaze trailed over one of her curved horns. Edin smiled at her words, wrapping his arms around her, “After seeing you get riled up over a goat, I don’t think I want to be on your bad side,” He said with a soft laugh.

His gaze met hers, and for a moment it appeared as if he had more to say. In the end, he didn’t, though his arms remained wrapped around her torso as he savored her warmth. The smile remained on his face as he gazed at her, a rare and genuine smile as he felt more himself than he had since he had been a child.

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[Amira Din]

"I wouldn't want to be on yours either," she chuckled, recalling the Tognath he had killed with a single shot, never even flinching as he stared on with cold, calculating eyes. The Tiefling pulled away, just far enough so she could see his face. "But really, I don't want to be on your bad side because your good side is such a nice side to be on." She grinned up at him, eyes twinkling with mischief, skin aglow beneath the moonlight.
After a moment or two of shameless, yearning glances, she said, "You know, with you being the real Basilisk, you're going to be awfully disappointed to learn that I'm not actually the Sith Empress. Nor do I have any ambition to be." Of course, she was teasing. The Firrerreo wasn't a fool, and it didn't take a genius to realize that Amira was no Sith Empress, but she hoped would still call her that every once in a while, their own private joke.

Amira had plans that didn't involve the Empire. Someday she would leave, if she somehow managed to survive that long. If her master's sister never caught up with her, and if she didn't meet the end of a Jedi's blade. She wanted to settle down in a quiet corner of the galaxy, away from all of its problems and trials. Somewhere where she could grow a garden, tend to livestock, and maybe even raise a family. Just like her parents had done, but with less kids running around causing trouble.

That was the dream, anyway. The destination at the end of a long and winding road. Amber eyes wandered to Edin's, wondering if he wanted any of those things. Would he ever want to settle down? Get married? Raise kids? Or was he committed to Basilisk for life, forever destined to wander through the galaxy, a drifter with no ties and no responsibilities? The Tiefling didn't dare voice what was on her mind, as much as she might have wanted to.

Instead, she asked, "You think the Basilisk will ever hang up his blasters and retire?" @Sreeya

 

[Edin Frost]

Edin laughed when she mentioned his good side was nice to be on. He found it hard to imagine - most women or men always complained about how he was always so aloof and detached as a lover. When he was Basilisk, he truly was like that, and some of it bled into his real personality. Sometimes the lines blurred and he struggled with who he was at his core.

When she mentioned she wasn’t the Empress, he feigned disappointment and surprise. He sighed and shook his head, “Damn, so you can’t be my sugar mama?” He couldn’t help but grin then, “Here I thought I struck aurodium,” He teased, squeezing her a bit tighter in his arms. The Firrerreo seemed overall far more relaxed than she had perhaps ever seen him and it was all thanks to that huge weight off his shoulders.

Her last question completely caught him by surprise, the smile fading from his face. Edin blinked a few times, wondering what could have prompted such a question. Was it because she feared for his death? Was it because she wanted him to quit being what he was? Edin ran a million reasons through his mind, and he then began to ponder the question itself. It was all he knew how to do, and he couldn’t deny the thrill or rush of it. At this moment, he couldn’t imagine himself giving it up - and it had made him filthy rich. A part of him liked the fame and the attention that came with it. He worked every day to improve his marksmanship and it gave him something to work towards.

In the end, Edin abruptly flipped them over once more, this time laying her down against the soft grass. He hovered atop her, grinning down at her, their bodies still tangled together with his hands planted on the ground on either side of her. Strands of his damp hair hung over his forehead.

“Why, you want to steal me away and keep me all to yourself?” He asked her point blank.

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[Amira Din]

The Tiefling's smile pulled wider at the 'sugar mama' comment. As if the Firrerreo needed to borrow money from Amira. Between the assassination of the Supreme Chancellor himself, a Sith Warmaster, and a Mon Cala Admiral, he must have had his own private fortune stashed away in off planet bank accounts. Maybe he had even had enough saved away to retire right here and now if he wanted to. Unless he was the kind that spent it as fast as he made it, and if he did, she wondered what on? Did he even have a house? A home to return to at the end of every assignment? Or did he live out of hotels, with only what he could carry on his person or in a duffel bag? That was a question she tucked away for later.

"Unfortunately not," she laughed, shrugging. "I'm but a humble Champion. Vincent is probably the most expensive thing I own." An exaggeration, but he had cost the lives of several men. That money they'd split with each other after the Ankus job was the first real credits she'd ever had to her name. She had lived comfortably under the house of her master, but nothing had ever been her own. It didn't belong to her, and when he was gone, so were the comforts of life. She didn't want to have to rely on someone else again, and now, after all this time, she was finally building her own life. She was starting out small, but the Tiefling was proud of the home she had made for herself here on Dantooine. Leaky roof and faulty wiring and all.
When Edin flipped her over, her heart skipped a beat. "Maybe," she answered coyly. One hand reached up to stroke the strands of loose, damp hair that hung over his forehead, while the other hand traced figure eights along his right arm. Staring up into those aquamarines of his, she realized that after everything he had shared with her tonight, the secrets he had borne, she could be nothing less than absolutely honest with him. Even if it scared him away and she never saw him again. Even if she was left to spend the rest of the night alone, curled up in the grass, crying.

The Tiefling swallowed hard, withdrawing her hand from his face. Before she could lose her nerve, she admitted, "Yes. I mean, maybe. Maybe someday. If... if that's what you wanted." She was babbling, her voice a rapid mess as she anxiously awaited his response. @Sreeya

 

[Edin Frost]

Edin only smiled down at her after her response, and she would notice it was one of those amused smiles. She was clearly caught off guard by his question, the normally self assured quips and retorts replaced with her fumbling over her words. The Firrerreo tilted his head slightly as he gazed down at her.

“Maybe?” He asked quietly, “Someday, huh?” Edin asked as he leaned down to trace kisses along the side of her face. The soft, feathery kisses continued down the angle of her jaw and along the side of her neck. Her skin was still damp, but warm, and he found every bit of her intoxicating. His kisses trailed lower, down along her chest and torso in all the ways he knew she liked.

“So I suppose you wouldn’t mind if I wandered off and did all this with a redhead?” He asked with a teasing grin as he glanced up at her from where he was kissing along her stomach now, a glint in his eye and always with that almost dangerous streak that betrayed his race. He didn’t stop there, making his way further down, his hands caressing along her legs. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he could navigate her as if a master pianist tapping through every key and knowing just how to play every complex tune to elicit the sweetest melodies.

The cool, night air brushed against their skin and the gentle sounds of the water resounded behind them. Edin was wrapped up in every bit of her; the way she sounded, the way she smelled, the way she felt, the way the water clung to her skin, the way she tasted. All of it fogged his mind in the best ways, and he could never get enough.

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[Amira Din]

Why was it so much harder to speak words of ardor than words of anger? A sharp retort to put him in his place or a witticism at his expense—those came easily. But honesty? Matters of the heart? To speak your heart and not just your mind—that was truly difficult. Nearly impossible at times, particularly when aquamarines stared a hole straight through you. Telling Edin how she truly felt, what she really wanted... the thought alone sucked the breath from her lungs and made her heart race.

Amira tipped her head back, resting against a thick tuft of grass and turning her face toward the sky. A flush had already crept over her cheeks, spreading to her neck and chest. Edin's lips trailed downward, as if he'd done this a thousand times and memorized every curve and every contour. He was a practiced painter and she the canvas, his lips and his hands the brush that swept across her skin in soft strokes. There was a rhythmic drumming in her chest, and she drew in a deep breath, tension fading away. She was wide awake, but she closed her eyes anyway, too excited to think straight, her thoughts a scattered mess.

Then it all came to a crashing halt. The goosebumps, the excitement—all because of seventeen little words. Amber eyes snapped open, the Tiefling propping herself up on each elbow to stare down at Edin. If looks could kill, he'd already be dead. Did he really have to bring up that skank now? Of all times? Was he trying to get on her bad side? "I think you ought to keep your eyes and your hands where they belong. On me. If you know what's good for you," she growled.
Picturing Edin with another woman—kissing her like this, touching her like this—made her blood boil, amber eyes aflame. There was jealously, clearly, but something else Edin would not be able to recognize. Pain. If anyone was going to taste his lips every day, it ought to be her. And if anyone was going to share in his secrets, in his victories and his losses, it ought to her. Was she being selfish?

She didn't care, and realization struck her. She was never going to get what she wanted, not unless she asked for it. Not unless she was straightforward and honest. Otherwise some other woman would come along and take the one thing she wanted all to herself. If Edin had hoped to stir a confession out of her through jealousy, he'd been successful. "The answer is yes. I do want you all to myself. I don't ever want to share you. Not with some redhead. Not with anyone." Amira stared at him, eyes hard and unflinching, as if challenging him. @Sreeya

 

[Edin Frost]

Amira’s reaction stopped him in his tracks. He had expected the usual teasing or skirting around, but her tone and body language caused him to glance up. There was a fire in those yellow eyes and for a moment it was almost terrifying to behold. However, he focused on the words, the confessions that pulled directly from deep inside her. He knew they were sentiments that made her feel vulnerable, just as they made him. He hadn’t expected such a visceral reaction and the surprise was clear on his face.

He gazed at her for a long moment after her answer, his mind processing her words rapidly. When had they arrived here? It was a question he asked himself repeatedly and he could never find the answer. Was it in the alley when he walked away from her? Was it in that ridiculous old timey hotel that smelled of moth balls? Was it when he felt a knife twist in his chest when he had to part from her after they collected the bounty? Was it when he didn’t even think twice about flying to a planet where he was wanted to see her?

Edin came up from where he was, hovering above her again as he gazed down at her. There was no sarcastic grin or smile on his face, his gaze poring into hers. She would know she had his complete, undivided attention. His hand gently traced along the side of her face, a thumb brushing aside errant strands of her hair.

“Then consider me yours,” He said barely above a whisper. He didn’t hesitate then, leaning in to kiss her. It was a kiss that betrayed his passion, a hungry kiss from the desire that manifested along with a promise. He didn’t want to run from this anymore - he had spent his entire life running from one thing or another. Edin sank against her, standing by his decision and cherishing every moment with her.

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[Amira Din]

Shock spread across the Firrerreo's face, followed by silence. A long period of silence. Painfully long silence that threatened to drive her mad. Had she said too much? Gone too far? Maybe she'd scared him off. Would he get up, gather the articles of clothing he'd discarded so easily earlier, and disappear into the forest? Never to contact her again?

The fire in her eyes subsided at the thought, but she didn't pull away. Every nerve in her body was screaming at her, telling her to run away before he could leave her, reject her, but she didn't. She was fixed in place, unable to move a muscle or tear her eyes away from his as much as she feared what she might see swimming in them. Past experiences had taught her not to wait around to be burned and disappointed, but she couldn't help but linger. For all of her Sith training, for all of her disappointments, she was still a woman. A woman who wanted to be loved and valued and held—scars, temper, flaws, and all. She wanted to be loved by Edin.

When he finally reached out to touch her, brushing aside a strand of her messy hair, her breathed hitched in her chest. And when he whispered to her, warmth spread throughout her body. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, and she couldn't help but let out a shaky laugh, throwing her head back as if to thank the stars for this gift.

"You really mean it?" she asked, eyes shining and locked on to the Firrerreo, just to make sure he was serious, because she already understood that if he broke her heart she might never recover. There were a hundred other questions she wanted to ask, but every one of them died on her lips as soon as he kissed her. Her worries, her doubts—gone in an instant, and replaced with a yearning. With a deep, overpowering need to show him just how much she wanted this. Needed this. Needed him.
Both of the Tiefling's legs wrapped around his waist, using not only the force but her own strength to roll them over again so that she was on top. Excited and impatient hands reached for his hair, tweaking each dark strand. "Just remember that I don't like to share," she gasped between kisses, teeth dragging along his lower lip. Then she smiled at him, her face almost as bright as the moon. This was the happiest she had been in months. Years. Possibly ever. Amira wasn't alone anymore, and neither was Edin. The Tiefling would show him exactly what it meant to be hers, right then and there beneath the stars. @Sreeya