"Normally getting you to say 'yes' isn't so difficult," Andronikos leaned down, his deep voice vibrated against K'isha's ear. "How can I convince you?" He shifted to poise himself at her center, rubbing but not entering, before grinding against her lower lips again in torturous strokes. K'isha's body ached at his touch.
"What you are doing now seems pretty convincing," she said breathlessly. A small sane part of her recognized Andronikos's brilliance. By turning his proposal into this game of passion, she'd have a hard time resisting. But she wanted to see how far he would push for her answer.
"You don't sound convinced yet," he said in his hypnotic timbre. "Maybe you need to be reminded how to say the word." Still holding her hands with one of his, he shifted to lie next to her. He pinned one of her legs with his muscular calf and continued to restrain her hands with one of his, leaving the rest of her body exposed to his gaze and touch. His free hand caressed the side of her face. Meeting her eyes, he asked, "You've always enjoyed this, haven't you?" K'isha stiffened despite the sensual onslaught, feeling wary for a moment.
"Just what are you up to?" she asked, wishing her voice sounded stronger. She thought she saw a gleam of pride in his eyes at her natural cautiousness. But instead of answering, he dipped his head down and gave her a tender kiss. She started to relax again and he eased away to look her in the eyes.
"All you have to do is answer the question - unless you want me to stop now," he cajoled, as he stroked the side of her face again. "Do you like this?"
"Yes." The word was quietly hissed from between her lips as her eyes met his. He smiled at her reluctance to agree. He drew his hand down lower, stroking her throat and collarbone.
"And this?" The question reverberated against her lips.
"Yes." She answered a little louder this time, eyes still locked on his. He caressed the curve of her breast and brushed the back of his hand over her hard nipple, keeping his touch light.
"Yes." Involuntarily, a loud hiss escaped from her as she undulated to his touch. Responding more instinctively now, she knew she was in trouble; he hadn't had to ask that time. He grazed his fingertips down her ribs to stroke the concave of her stomach and the crevasse by her hipbone. He rubbed against her and she melted at the knowledge that he was still rock hard. Her body was aching for him to join hers, but it was obvious he hadn't heard what he wanted yet. Still, it was good to know the game he had started was affecting him as well.
"How about this?" His question was practically panted.
"Yes." K'isha moaned she attempted to move against his hand. He pulled his hand from her body, shaking his head. She narrowed her eyes at him as a snarl curled her lip. As fun as this had been, she'd let him have control long enough, and was becoming impatient. She could tell Andronikos was acting oblivious to her restlessness; his fingers drew even slower as he stroked them down her face. He rubbed his thumb against her lips, gasping in surprise as she drew it into her mouth. His eyes closed as she encircled the tip with her tongue before gently biting. She wanted him to know that even restrained, she could have as much of an effect on him as he had on her. His gaze was heated as he removed his thumb from her lips, then stroked his hand along her entire body, bringing it to rest between her legs. In a delicious turnabout, he used the thumb she had suckled to stroke the sensitive nubbin of flesh between her legs.
"What about this?" Andronikos asked.
"Yes." K'isha replied in a long moan as she moved her free leg to grant him further access. His thumb spiraled against her, mimicking what she had done to him with her tongue. She felt her barriers being torn down by the waves of pleasure coursing over her body. He shifted back between her legs, freeing them to wrap around his hips. But still he held himself back. He moved his hand under her to lift her against his hardness, resuming his torturous strokes but still not entering. K'isha wondered if he knew he had her at the edge, one more push and she was his.
"Do you want me?" he rasped.
"Yes." Her answer was a loud mewl as he rubbed against her. By keeping her on the edge, he was driving her mad. But before she was completely in a haze of pleasure, he asked something they had always danced around, but never discussed.
"Do you love me?" Andronikos's deep voice was deadly serious. K'isha's eyes flew open, looking into the eyes of the man she realized she didn't want to live without.
"Yes. I love you." The words flew from her lips, finally free. Even in her ears, the declaration sounded torn from her panting lips - half sob and half jubilation. Still holding her hands trapped with one of his, he cupped her cheek and gazed into the glowing depths of her eyes. A smile danced on his lips.
"Good," he whispered, "I love you too. Now, marry me." His tone was soft, yet commanding.
"Yes." K'isha whispered back, matching his reverent tone. He let loose a shout of triumph as he released her hands and surged into her body.
"Yes!" She cried out again in ecstasy as he entered her fully. He wrapped his arms around her to crush her to him as he thrust his hard length deep inside her, igniting her instant climax. Her body still weak from the earlier activity, she had no choice but to cling to him as he ground against her hips. His strokes were slow but deeply penetrating, as if marking every inch of her body as his. Her hard explosions hit her devastating force and she knew she was probably crying out 'yes' with each one. He covered her mouth with his, drinking in her cries, just before he joined her over the edge. When her final climax washed over her it seared her senses and her world went blank.
They lay there stunned, until Andronikos rolled over and tucked her to his side. Her lashes fluttered as her eyes drifted closed and she rested her cheek on his chest. She felt satisfaction radiating from him and heard a chuckle deep in his chest.
"Should I inquire as to what you find so funny?" She muttered against the muscles of his chest.
"I was just thinking of how 'K'isha Revel' sounded," Andronikos said, obviously amused. He stretched lazily beside her, and then reached his hand down to lift her chin and look her in the eyes, tilting his head inquisitively. "So, when do we make this official?" he queried, his tone light though victory danced in his eyes. K'isha shook her head. If there was a time to let him win, she thought with a smile, this was it.
"You don't play fair, Beloved." K'isha sighed, her eyes glowing in delight when she saw him smile at the endearment.
"Can't afford to play fair when playing against Sith." He chucked her gently under the chin. "Still haven't answered my question, Beautiful. Or do I have to pry the answer from you again?" He rolled her back and moved over her to prove his point. She smiled up at him, then turned serious for a moment.
"This could put you in danger," K'isha stroked his shoulder, frowning. "If you want this, we may have to keep it a secret. Can't tell anyone, even the crew. Someone finds out we're married they might try using you to get to me." She watched as he weighed the gravity of that statement, sliding to her side. Marrying her would be akin to painting a target to his back but she knew Andronikos was never one to back down from a fight.
"Even if our marriage is secret, we're still married - man and wife?" he asked. K'isha nodded with a tremulous smile. His voice deepened as his hand flowed over the curves of her body. "All the perks right?" K'isha's smile turned seductive as she looked at Andronikos.
"More than you realize, Pirate," K'isha purred, stroking his chest. "The Dark Side has been known to prolong the lives of those who use it." She paused to let that sink in. "As well as the lives of their companions." Andronikos looked surprised at that tidbit of information. He grinned devilishly as he pulled K'isha to him.
"So let me see," he drawled, "I get a beautiful woman who is as deadly as I am, a great ship and a longer life? Oh, I'm in, Beautiful. Now, you keep putting me off - when do we make this official?"
"Whenever you want." K'isha answered with a note of mischief in her voice, sliding her arms around his neck. "Find me when you want to talk about this again. If you have a ring, I'll marry you."
"I'll hold you to that." Andronikos murmured against her mouth, as he gave his future wife a lingering kiss.