"No I love you more..."
Her singsong words soothed every muscle in his body and sent a playful tingle down his spine. She lay on a bed with him, her head tucked under his, her fingers running up his chest. His breath ran through her blonde hair like a spring breeze. She let out a deep sigh as she tightened her grip around his waist. This felt right.
The quarters they were in could hardly qualify as romantic. In fact just looking at the flat durasteel walls would probably put one off the mood. But at a time of war, spare time was a luxury and they were going to make the best of it. He aimed a playful poke at her abdomen that made her giggle with pleasure.
"If you wanna play that way!"
She pressed an elbow into his thigh, causing him to twitch involuntarily. He caught her arm and rolled on top of her. After sharing a laugh he leaned closer and their eyes closed simultaneously, their love amplified through the Force. She tugged on his wardrobe and brought him closer. She smelled his dreamy cologne, felt his breath, and waited.
"I love you..."
She waited for what seemed like an eternity, and then it came all of a sudden. A thousand stars spun around in her head as their lips touched, and for a moment she didn't care about the Vong anymore. All she wanted was to be in his arms, to live in his kiss forever. Her hands were wrapped delicately around his neck, running through his rough brown hair. His arms slid up and down her back, sending her waves of reassurance. Their movement became faster, their kisses more passionate. Slowly, she moved a hand down his chest...lower...across his pulsating abdomen. His hand found the fabric of her tank top and slowly slid underneath it...
Higher... Lower... Higher... Lower...
Had she died and gone to heaven? She felt the Force flowing through the both of them, lifting them up...and then..
Humm. The lights came on instantly. Letting out a shriek of terror, Tahiri Veila struggled to pull the covers over herself, wishing she were an infinitesimally small speck of dust. Her companion, thrown off balance by her sudden spasm, fell onto the ground with a loud thud. The intruder stood at the door with a gaping mouth. Anakin Solo, the fearless Jedi, the brave warrior whose confidence and strength in the Force knew no bounds, turned an unhealthy shade of rose as he began to stutter. His voice leapt a few octaves as he realized his zipper had come undone, but his hands were much too occupied in covering his not-so-dressed torso. He imagined getting a faceful of voxyn spit felt better than this.
"M-M-M-Master-U-Uncle... Uncle Luke!"
Tahiri sighed from under her covers. Being a Jedi really, really sucked sometimes.
Her singsong words soothed every muscle in his body and sent a playful tingle down his spine. She lay on a bed with him, her head tucked under his, her fingers running up his chest. His breath ran through her blonde hair like a spring breeze. She let out a deep sigh as she tightened her grip around his waist. This felt right.
The quarters they were in could hardly qualify as romantic. In fact just looking at the flat durasteel walls would probably put one off the mood. But at a time of war, spare time was a luxury and they were going to make the best of it. He aimed a playful poke at her abdomen that made her giggle with pleasure.
"If you wanna play that way!"
She pressed an elbow into his thigh, causing him to twitch involuntarily. He caught her arm and rolled on top of her. After sharing a laugh he leaned closer and their eyes closed simultaneously, their love amplified through the Force. She tugged on his wardrobe and brought him closer. She smelled his dreamy cologne, felt his breath, and waited.
"I love you..."
She waited for what seemed like an eternity, and then it came all of a sudden. A thousand stars spun around in her head as their lips touched, and for a moment she didn't care about the Vong anymore. All she wanted was to be in his arms, to live in his kiss forever. Her hands were wrapped delicately around his neck, running through his rough brown hair. His arms slid up and down her back, sending her waves of reassurance. Their movement became faster, their kisses more passionate. Slowly, she moved a hand down his chest...lower...across his pulsating abdomen. His hand found the fabric of her tank top and slowly slid underneath it...
Higher... Lower... Higher... Lower...
Had she died and gone to heaven? She felt the Force flowing through the both of them, lifting them up...and then..
Humm. The lights came on instantly. Letting out a shriek of terror, Tahiri Veila struggled to pull the covers over herself, wishing she were an infinitesimally small speck of dust. Her companion, thrown off balance by her sudden spasm, fell onto the ground with a loud thud. The intruder stood at the door with a gaping mouth. Anakin Solo, the fearless Jedi, the brave warrior whose confidence and strength in the Force knew no bounds, turned an unhealthy shade of rose as he began to stutter. His voice leapt a few octaves as he realized his zipper had come undone, but his hands were much too occupied in covering his not-so-dressed torso. He imagined getting a faceful of voxyn spit felt better than this.
"M-M-M-Master-U-Uncle... Uncle Luke!"
Tahiri sighed from under her covers. Being a Jedi really, really sucked sometimes.