Darth Marr & Jedi Sage (Ashana, human cyborg with enhanced hearing and psyology/injury assesment, 28 years old, light sided healer)
Takes place on Yavin IV - close to the end, right before the boss fight, after months of preparation before the attack on the temple, during a scouting mission.
They were exploring the temple ruins: the sith lord and the jedi working in companionable silence. For anybody else it would have painted a strange picture: him killing anything that dared come close to her and her healing him and using the force to blast anything that came near his back. They stoped for a moment to draw their breath when the door behind them opened. In a swift move he drew his bloody lightsaber and she threw a shield on both of them. They relaxed when they saw that it was his apprentice.
"I wondered when we could get her alone" he smirked at his master as he twirled his lightsaber around his body.
"No" Marr's voice commanded, his body tensing.
"Ohhhhh, so you're turning her" he chuckled menancigly as he eyed her relaxed posture.
This time it was Marr who chuckled darkly at his apprentice, "No."
He shifted his position protecivley in front of Ashana. The apprentice narowed his eyes at his masster and hissed "Why are you protecting her, we've been waiting for years for this ocassion."
Ashana's posture relaxed slightly as a soft smile played on her mouth.
"Ohhh, even if I let you try to kill her you would't be able to" he commented in a calm voice even as rage filled him. Nobody hurt her, nobody threatened her. "You should learn respect boy, even the jedi can be powerfull and you do not become the Barsen'thor of the order for nothing." he spoke as a dark tendril of the force lifted the younger man into the air. The force was dark and strong around him as his rage swirled inside. Soon, he felt a soothing hand on his back and a soft voice whispering "Let him go, he's not worth it" With a flick of his hand he finished the man and let him drop in a heap to the ground. "No he's not," he growled as he turned on her.
Another woman might be scared of him, but she always pushed back and she wasn't afraid to stand up to him. In a brutal move he removed his mask and rounded on her. He grabed her neck roughly with one hand, but careful enough not to hurt her and crushed his lips on hers. She rose on the tips of her feet and grabed his shoulders pusing herself into him. It always amazed him how trusting she was with him, how secure she felt when near him. She radiated this certainty that he would never hurt her and it always puzzled him how she could trust him like that. He was a dark lord, the leader of the Dark Council, her enemy. She was a Jedi Master, full of light and so bright sometimes it hurt to look at her and yet, she did not seem to be disturbed by that. She wasn't a stupid woman - on the contrary she was a briliant tactician and a ruthless fighter when situation demanded it yet she somehow saw fit to tie herself to him. Slowly the need for air stopped their kiss and, as she opened her brilliant grey eyes, he whispered in her ear "I protect my own." Her eyes crinckled as a bright smile lightened her face even as a soft flush spread on her cheeks. He was always surprised how this amazing woman could get embarased by any compliment and how shy she was at times, even as she pasionately clung herself to him.
"I love you," she whispered even as she distanced herself from him and turned to retrieve his mask from the ground.
"Me too," he echoed in his mind, not trusting his surroundings to say it aloud. His experience taught him it was safer to wait, to whisper it in her ear when they were alone and the world was locked away.
