Another short one shot so quickly? There must be something wrong with me. XD but really. Um, well, this one is a liiiiiitttleee bit longer... Yay? :) Do read and review, my lovelies!
Bastila Shan was a well-rounded woman. She was a skilled fighter, she was wise and intelligent, and she had quite the sharp tongue. She rarely asked trivial questions for she usually could figure out the answers to them before having to ask. However, there was still the occasional thing she pondered aloud...
Sighing tiredly and panting slightly, a bare-bodied Revan rolled closer to his lover and pressed himself against her. He sighed once more, spent from the adult-rated exercise in which the couple had been previously engaged. He pressed his face into Bastila's bare, milky-colored shoulder and took a deep breath. While doing so, the scent of her jasmine shampoo from her wavy brunette hair caught his nose. He exhaled and felt Bastila's feminine and athletic body automatically nestle closer to him.
"Revan?" a crisply accented voice filled the hot, silent air.
"Yesss?" he purred into her neck, his slight stubble scratching delightfully at her skin.
"Why do they call it 'spooning'?" Revan's eyes opened and his head rose upwards as Bastila turned in his arms to look at him. Interesting, he thought, another questioning session. I don't know why this always happens after making love...
"I suppose because the guy's body presses himself against the girl's in a...spoon-like fashion...?" he answered rather questioningly, closing his eyes once more and retaking his place at Bastila's soft shoulder. The origin of the term "spooning" wasn't something the former Dark Lord of the Sith caught himself thinking of very often.
"I suppose that makes sense." Bastila responded absently as she began to slide out of her lover's strong arms. She got up and retrieved her bathrobe from the nearby armchair. Revan watched her step out of bed, concentrating on her creamy skin. He groaned a little once he realized she was leaving the room. And putting on clothes.
"Hey! Where are you going?" Revan sat up, his lower half still under the covers. He was curious, but not curious enough to force himself out of bed. Bastila cocked her head to the side to look at him from the corner of her eyes as she tied her thin robe. He was sitting up in bed, half covered by the comforter with his muscular upper half exposed. Bastila found herself taking in his short, messy jet-black hair and his rather disheveled appearance. Her eyes drifted. Goodness, the years of physical toil really did a wonderful number on that man's body.
"I'm going to get a spoon," she said, as if expecting him to know already. Revan's shoulders slumped and he rolled his eyes.
"Is this really that important? If you're so intent on thinking of this, why don't you come here and we can just do it ourselves!" Revan closed his eyes and stretched his arms out, expecting to feel a warm, feminine body within his reach. When he realized her presence no longer filled the room, he dejectedly slumped back into the pillows. He muttered something seemingly unintelligible into his pillows but as Bastila reentered the room, she heard something of an irritated cough that sounded distinctly like, "That princess and her infuriatingly interesting freaking questions."
She pretended not to hear him as she crawled back into bed, the silvery spoon gripped in her right hand. She handed it to Revan, who sat back up and looked at her with some sort of cross between amusement and exasperation on his handsome face.
"Here."
"What do you want me to do with it?" he took the spoon and raised an eyebrow.
"I don't know, just...analyze it. You're the best Jedi of the age. Tell me what you know about spoons."
"Force, Bastila, this is completely ridiculous. It's a freaking spoon. That's all. It's a noun. And spooning is a verb. A verb that we should be performing right now!" he growled a little as he attempted to pull her down onto the mattress with him.
"But Revan, spoo-" Bastila was abruptly cut short by a pair of lips crashing down upon her own. She started to resist but quickly forgot why. Revan's lips curled up into a slight smile against her own as he gently began to remove her robe. In the midst of the moment, Bastila suddenly remembered that she had been in the middle of a sentence.
"Revan!" she shrieked, wiping her mouth. "That was completely uncalled for. I was in the middle of a sentence!" Bastila tried to look appalled. Judging by the skeptical look on her lover's face, she figured her attempt was a flop.
"Please, that's a terrible argument." He leaned down and kissed her neck. As Bastila involuntarily leaned into his lips, she attempted to formulate a complete verbal thought.
"Mm, Revan...—I mean, Revan, I told you I was trying to—say...that... Oh!" his lips moved lower and Bastila's argument was forgotten.
If this is what pondering the forms of cuddling leads to, Revan thought, I'm going to have to listen to Bastila's questions much, much more carefully.
