Revan couldn't believe it. He had been wrong! Just a couple of hours ago, he had collected 120 credits from Bastila and Juhani, a feeling of accomplishment gracing his mood. Then, ten minutes ago, when he spoke with Mission again, she announced that she and Big Z were catching the next shuttle to Kashyyyk. Revan and Bastila had seen Juhani smirking at them in the corner of the Atrium, with her feline-like features. Now, Revan was sitting in an arm chair, in his apartment, Bastila in the one across from him, also in thought.
How could she have been wrong? Well, at least she was closer than Revan was... Bastila glanced at him, as he moved from the black, leather arm chair to the matching sofa, sprawling out on it...
"You lost," Revan stated plainly. Bastila's eyes about popped out of her head.
"B-but you did, too!" she spluttered, incredulously.
"Have I told you how cute you are when you're embarrassed?" Revan smirked.
"Oh, I don't know? Maybe only seventy or eighty times," came the sardonic reply. Revan laughed. Bastila did not.
"And have I told you how infuriating you are?" Bastila asked, as she got up and moved his legs and feet off of the couch to make room for her. Revan complied, sitting up into a sitting position for about five seconds, before turning and resting his head in her lap.
"Well, it wouldn't hurt to tell me again.." Revan said, grabbing her hand and kissing it.
"Stop it; I'm not in the mood," said Bastila as she tore her hand from Revan's grasp and moving his head out of her lap. Revan sighed and sat back up. Now so that their arms were touching.
"I'm not giving up that easily. We ate dinner, so why not dessert?" he wiggled his brows.
"Men," she muttered under her breath.
"Come again?" Revan said with a smile. Instead of answering, Bastila turned and kissed him. As she broke it, she whispered,
"Satisfied?" Revan seemed to think for a moment.
"Yes and no..." Bastila stood up, grabbing the collar of his robes in the process, which pulled him up to his standing height. His neatly shaven face, with the ever present patch just above his chin, practically glowed with excitement. Bastila kissed him again, more fervently this time.
But now, she didn't break it. She didn't really want to, either. Revan lead her through the living room and stopped to push her against the wall next to the bedroom. Another minute or so of passionate kissing later, Revan slowly drew back for breath. She cocked an eyebrow. Breathing heavily, he nodded. She nodded back, closed her eyes, and removed his black robe, leaving it sprawled on the hallway's floor.
Revan leaned back down and recaptured Bastila's lips. He grabbed her waist and led her into the bedroom, just to Bastila's right, against the wall. As hands removed clothing, two bodies ended up together in the soft, warm, comfortable bed. As Bastila's tongue grazed the roof of his mouth, Revan let out a content moan, and his cool hands, those of a conductor conducting the most beautiful of symphonies, lingered upon the bare skin of her own, toned, rock hard abs (hard as Revan's own), finally continued to roam. Bastila now moaned into his mouth. Tonight was the night.
Fantastic.
Well, that wasn't very long was it? But, hey, I needed something of an interlude, and since Revan and Bastila were yet to meet between the sheets, I thought it would be perfect :) And because I didn't want to go into...serious detail, I thought that this little 600 word document that I wrote in the span of about five minutes would have to suffice. Sorry for lack of recent update, too. Schoolwork sucks, doesn't it? Review, regardless!
