AN: The survivors, Vola and Nicha & Flynn are my own creation, everything else belongs to Lucasfilm...
From Scratch
Chapter 17
Tenel Ka wasted no time in diving into the cool waters. She felt every pass of Jacen's eyes as if it were a hand. It didn't bode well for later that evening. Propelling herself through the water with her legs, she headed for the bottom of the pool. Hapes, thankfully, had many areas where she could swim and she was at home in the water, even if she felt a pang of homesickness. The pressure changed subtly as Jacen dove in after her and she looked around, the water clear and mostly free from sediments.
He surfaced almost immediately and she saw him begin to tread water. An idea formed in her mind and she propelled herself at him. Coming up from beneath, she wrapped his legs and tugged. She felt him squirm, kick to be free and then stop. Her lungs burning for air, she released him and surfaced. She inhaled deeply as she looked at him, tossing her head to get her hair out of her face.
"This is cold!" Jacen told her grinning, "Just the thing to cool me down." He splashed her and she arched an eyebrow at him, splashing him back.
"You need it."
"I'm not the only one," he winked at her. "Not that I mind."
She lunged at him, dunking him solidly before allowing him back up. He sputtered, spitting water. "Do you mind? I like breathing than you very much."
"I prefer you breathing as well." She cocked her head at him, shrugged and then dove beneath the surface again.
Jacen watched her, enjoying the way the water made her indistinct, almost like a sylph, as if she was simply a figment of his imagination. But he knew that was the true illusion. For she was truly a temptress, his temptress, and he still hadn't found out a way to resist her beyond his own questionable self control. He supposed he could sleep fully clothed, but that would certainly alert their companions that something was amiss. Especially with a fire in the room. He frowned, watching as Tenel Ka crawled along the bottom for a minute before propelling herself upwards with a mighty push of her muscular legs. He'd been fantasizing about those legs and it was a bad idea. He leveled himself out and began doing laps as Tenel Ka surfaced.
They played in the water for the next hour, occasionally splashing each other, but mostly just expending energy. Tenel Ka made numerous dives to the bottom in an effort to wear herself out, while Jacen concentrated on lapping the surface.
When they finally pulled themselves out of the water, they were both drained, but content. Nothing like a swim to rejuvenate oneself. Jacen stepped back into the main area first and paused. Flynn was curled up next to the fire, Vola across from him. Nicha was nowhere to be seen, but he figured she was on guard duty. A quick check with the Force told him he was right. He breathed a soft sigh of relief. At least he wasn't under her scrutiny. And Tenel Ka wasn't under Flynn's.
He walked silently to where someone had hung a large, thick sheet over the door to their temporary bedroom and pushed it back. Blazing in the center of the room was a small fire, his bedroll already stretched out beside it. Jacen frowned, but stepped inside and held the blanket for Tenel Ka. They were both shivering from the temperature change. He went immediately to his pack and pull two items from it. A second pair of shorts and an overly long t-shirt. Not much, but better than nothing.
Tenel Ka's eyes widened as he offered her the shirt. "I know it's not much, but it'll be more comfortable to sleep in than anything you brought."
She swallowed hard. Sleep in Jacen's shirt? Was he crazy? "I do not... I..." she didn't reach for the shirt, simply stood where she was, the warmth from the fire lending a cozy atmosphere to the room.
"Hey, relax," he told her quietly. "It's just a shirt."
"That is the problem."
He arched an eyebrow. "I normally sleep in less, as you very well know. Come on Tenel Ka, I promise I won't watch while you change."
She hesitantly reached out and grasped the shirt. Holding it up to herself she looked down. It would barely fall to mid-thigh. It was better than nothing, though. Jacen turned away from her and she did the same, carefully removing her suit and slipping into the shirt. She'd been right; it did only fall to mid-thigh. It was overly large, yet clung to her curves like a second skin in places she was still damp. She checked the length and unconsciously tugged on the bottom. It was like wearing next to nothing and with Jacen that could be dangerous.
"You decent?"
"Decent?" she wanted to laugh. "I am dressed, but I am not decent." She turned to look at him, tugging on the hem of the shirt again. "This is most uncomfortable."
His gaze took her in, clearly appreciative in his scrutiny. "Anything I can do to help?"
She wrapped her arm around her waist in a gesture of protection he'd never seen her use. "Do not look at me?"
"Wish I could help. Anything else?"
She shook her head. Carefully, she knelt on the side of the bedroll nearest the fire and reached for the blankets. Jacen beat her to it. "Tired?"
She nodded.
He chuckled softly getting down on his knees and pulling the covers up over her bents legs. Slowly, she shifted her position until she was sitting, and then lying next to the fire. Jacen carefully stretched out next to her. "Me too. That swim sure helped."
She turned her head to look at him, her still wet braids hanging around her face. "I agree."
He propped himself up on his elbow, keeping his body just shy of touching hers as he tugged the blanket up to his waist. He could almost feel the heat radiating from her legs as she shifted fractionally. He looked down into her face. "Care to explain why you snapped at Flynn today?"
"No."
He chuckled softly, lifting his hand but didn't touch her. Instead, he let it hovering just above her face. He searched her eyes, his voice but a whisper, "May I?"
She looked at his hand. "This is not a good idea."
"I need to touch you," he admitted.
"Why?"
He searched her face, gently lowering his hand so that he could stroke her cheek. She trembled under his touch, her eyes widening fractionally. His thumb was gentle, tracing the curves of her face, his eyes taking in the beauty laid out before him. "I don't know. I just... Whenever I'm around you I just have this compulsion to touch you."
She licked her lips, her throat suddenly dry. "You do not act like it."
His smile was gentle. "I don't want to scare you. What happened earlier, Tenel Ka?"
She stared up at him, feeling as if she couldn't hide and knowing it was true. She'd never been able to hide from him. Not at the academy, not when she'd lost her arm, and not now. "I... panicked." She admitted softly.
Jacen slid further down on his arm, gently pushing her hair away from her face so that it spread out behind her head. It would dry faster that way. "Why?"
She was silent, her gaze focused somewhere beyond his shoulder as she thought about his question. It was valid, more than valid. Why -had- she panicked when Jacen had started to massage her shoulders? It wasn't because she hadn't wanted him to touch her, but could it have been the opposite? She'd wanted him to touch her too much, was that it? She felt a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach and butterflies began to take wing. Oh yes, that was it. It wasn't that she wanted him to move away, she wanted him closer. Much closer, and that terrified her. "I enjoy your touch," she admitted with a blush.
"Too much." It was more of a statement than a question.
She nodded.
He brushed his thumb over her cheek, tracing the curve of the bone down wards until he paused at the side of her lips. "Then I guess we're in the same boat," his head came down fractionally, towards hers. "Would I be out of line to kiss you?"
He saw her throat work for a moment, could feel the way her body seemed to pause and then begin shivering. Gently cupping her jaw, he ran the pad of his thumb lightly over her lips, tracing them. She opened her mouth and he tenderly stroked her cheek as she spoke.
"If you do not, I fear I will become... emotional."
He blinked. Emotional? Her? He didn't need to be told twice. Bending his head he kissed her in an achingly tender fashion. Heat curled between them, but it was slow burning. Climbing through their systems like fire over damp ground, it was slow to spread after the day's exertions. Sparks leapt between them, accelerating their heartbeats as Jacen carefully deepened the kiss.
She rolled over slightly, sliding her hand up his bare chest as she kissed him back. Bare chest. She almost pulled back, but the feel of his muscles under her hand was too good to ignore.
Jacen could feel her hand resting over his heart, searing his skin as surely as a brand, and reached down to cover hers with his. Lowering himself completely to the ground, he pulled her closer, their legs sliding against each other, one of hers slipping between his. He broke the kiss, swallowing hard. This was such a very bad idea. Breathing heavily, he slid the hand that had been cupping her face down her back, over the soft fabric of his shirt to her hip. Tenel Ka wearing his clothing, there was something erotic about it.
She scooted closer to him, her body pressing against his as she placed a long, heated kiss on his shoulder. He jerked under her mouth, closing his eyes. Control. He had to keep control. In theory it was a good idea, but in practice? With Tenel Ka so close he was having trouble coming up with a reason why he had to keep control. She was on fire, burning him with her passion as she traced designs on his chest. He flattened her hand, holding it still. "We can't."
She lifted her head to meet his gaze, her eyes shining silver in the faint firelight. "Why?"
"Because I promised myself, and you, I wouldn't."
"I want you to."
He groaned. "Tenel Ka..." her name was a plea, an echo of her own earlier.
She froze, moving back fractionally, but unable to go far. Her legs were twined with his, trapping her as surely as the hand holding her hip did. She searched his gaze before inhaling slowly, searching for her own manner of control. It was slow in reasserting itself, but it was there. And on its heels was fatigue. "My apologies." She told him quietly. She closed her eyes, bowing her head until it rested carefully against his shoulder. She'd close her eyes only for a moment...
He thought he heard her sigh and tilted his head to look at her. Her eyes were closed and her face was turned towards his. He could feel the tension draining out of her as the day's physical, mental and emotional exhaustion suddenly, and unexpectedly, caught up with her. She went slack in his arms, curling closer and murmured his name.
Jacen would have laughed at himself if he could. She was in no shape to deal with him, how she'd managed to stay awake so long was beyond him. Gently pulling the blanket around her shoulders and his own, he tucked her as close as he could, feeling the fires in his blood begin to pound. He banked them with effort, resting his head next to hers; he placed a kiss on the crown of her head and closed his eyes.
But sleep was a long time in coming. Jacen was aware of every movement she made, every breath she took. Her hand was curled slightly against his chest, her fingertips like points of pleasurable, unintentional agony. Yet still she slept, unaware of the effect she had on him. And for that he was thankful. It was several long, torturous hours before sleep came to claim him. And when it did, Jacen went willingly. He could only hope that in the morning they'd make it back to the surface and their ship. Another night with her in his arms would be more than he could bear.
Tenel Ka slowly became aware of her surroundings. The damp smell and cool temperature against one cheek, the hard pillow beneath the other. She moved her head, fighting against the awareness that something was different, but not caring. She was warm, comfortable, an arm wrapped securely about her waist, the heat of the strong hand against her lower back. Her bare lower back. Her forehead wrinkled slightly as that thought penetrated. Bare? Hand? Still half asleep, she moved forward, against the warmth at her front and froze. Her eyes opened slowly, encountering a smooth expanse of tanned flesh. She swallowed hard, still unable to process what she was seeing. She carefully lifted her head. Jacen. She was curled against him familiarly, in a way she'd never curled up with anyone before. Her legs were twined with his, her hand against his chest. His heartbeat was steady and slow under her palm, his breathing deep and even. The strain lines that had formed around his mouth and eyes the previous day having disappeared in slumber.
She could feel the fabric of his shorts on the inside of her thighs where her legs were wrapped around his, the shirt she'd worn to bed wrapped around her waist. One of his arms cradled her head and shoulders, stretched out behind her like a pillow. The other... she blushed as she suddenly realized it was his hand that was pressed against the bare flesh underneath her shirt. She searched his face for a moment before returning her head to his arm and regulating her breathing.
Could she get out of this distinctly intimate position without waking him? She didn't think so. He murmured something in his sleep, frowning, and she tilted her head. The hand on her lower back moved, sliding gently upwards before coming to rest in the middle of her back. Her jaw worked. She had to get out of this; she could already feel her temperature rising, the abandonment she found in his touch starting to take over. She did the only thing she could think of. Feigning sleep, she rolled away.
Her legs slid from between his, his hand sliding in an unintentional caress over her back and side, coming to rest on the sensitive skin just under her breast. She lifted her hand and grasped his, moving it carefully before sitting up and straightening the shirt. She could feel her face flaming, could see the way her hands shook. She'd almost pressed his hand closer. What was wrong with her?
Jacen rolled behind her, moving to his back and frowning in his sleep. She heard him say her name and closed her eyes. Moving quickly, she stood, holding the shirt down with her hand before moving to her pack. She had to be dressed when he woke. If she wasn't... she didn't want to think about it.
Tenel Ka rummaged around in her pack, pulling out the spare set of lizard hide armor. She pulled it on under the shirt with quick movements, carefully working the straps until she was completely clothed under his shirt. She pulled it off over her head and shook out her hair, making as if to toss it onto his pack and paused. Jacen's shirt. Ok, so it had been short, but she'd been comfortable sleeping in it. Making a quick decision, she carefully folded it and slid it into the top of her pack.
"Planning on keeping that?"
She spun, her eyes widening. Jacen was looking straight at her, his hair tousled from sleep, braced on his elbows, his arms crossed in front of him. Her eyes traveled over him of their own accord. Bare skin with muscle definition topped by adorable brandy brown eyes. She swallowed hard. The man was all too sexy first thing in the morning. "Would you like it back?"
The side of his mouth kicked up into a half smile. "It looked better on you than it does on me. Keep it."
She could feel her face burning. "I do not think-"
Jacen pushed himself to his feet, stretching his arms over his head and she swallowed her words. Force the man was something to look at. He ran a hand through his hair, and then shook his head. "You were going to keep it anyway," he told her grinning. "I don't mind."
Her mind was working frantically. How long had he been watching her before he'd spoken? She glanced down at the packs as he began walking her way. She took a half step back as he stopped in front of her. "Do I need to reach around you, Tenel Ka?"
She shook her head, stepping towards him and impulsively wrapped her arm around his waist, hugging him tightly. "Good morning."
His arms came around her shoulders and he chuckled softly, "It is now. Didn't your mother teach you it's not polite to sleep with someone and slip away without a good morning kiss?"
She ducked her head. "She did not!"
He grinned, hearing a note of indignation in her voice. "Relax, she of flame, I'm just teasing."
She started to pull back but he wouldn't let her go. She met his gaze, "Jacen-"
He swooped down as she began to speak, his mouth covering hers in a hot, passionate kiss that weakened her knees. She clung to him, startled by his action, and kissed him back instinctively, her mouth opening under his. His hands held her to him, one sliding down her back in an echo of his unintentional caress minutes before, the other around her waist. She leaned into him, unable to stand from the sudden explosion of sensation running through her blood. A small voice in the back of her mind was screaming at her to stop, to remember who she was and where they were. But she didn't care. The heady feel his kisses created had her wanting more. Ever so much more. Her hand slid wound his neck, but the feel of his hands sliding confidently up her back gave her pause. There was something different in his touch, an almost desperation she'd never felt before.
Fighting against the sensations, she pushed against his chest, trying to draw away. He didn't react at first and she turned her face away, her whole body trembling in his grasp. "We must stop," she told him, her voice trembling.
Their breathing was ragged, uneven, and Jacen fought to bring himself under control. He'd only meant to give her a simple good morning kiss. But looking at her mouth, having her so near after waking to find her gone, had been too much. Watching her pull his shirt off, regardless of what was underneath had sent his heart skipping in his chest. Everything, every little movement and word, since he'd woken, had warred against his common sense. Not yet fully in control, he'd simply acted. He closed his eyes, trying to reign in his raging hormones. He was better than this.
Tenel Ka didn't move as she felt his inner struggle. She waited until he opened his eyes again before arching an eyebrow. "May I go now?"
The curtain cutting them off from the other room was suddenly pulled back. "Up and... Oh, you're both up." Flynn stood in the doorway, looking at their intimate embrace and grinned. "Must have been a good night. Either she doesn't bruise easily or you just don't mark her man, 'cause damn! She doesn't look any worse for wear this morning. You on the other hand..."
"Good morning Flynn." Jacen greeted, cutting the man off. He knew very well he looked stressed beyond belief. Having to maintain a distance, yet not, from Tenel Ka was taking a heavy toll.
Flynn was smirking. "You look like hell man. I think she might be too much for you."
Tenel Ka arched an eyebrow at the survivor. "You are rude, Flynn. Do not presume-"
She didn't get a chance to finish her sentence as Flynn paled and dropped the blanket, ducking out of sight.
Jacen began to laugh, chuckling first before throwing his head back and releasing the tension between them. A faint, very faint, smile played about Tenel Ka's lips. "You find me amusing?"
"No," he grinned as he released her. "I find your effect on Flynn amusing. I get the feeling he's not used to being scared of women."
She snorted. "He is an imbecile."
Jacen chuckled. "Well that imbecile is our only way out of here."
She arched an eyebrow at him. "I do not believe that."
"Oh? You want to try your luck down here in their world?"
"I did not say that. I simply mean that should we become separated I believe you and I would find our way out."
Jacen knelt next to his pack, rummaging for a spare set of trousers. Pulling them from near the bottom he turned to find Tenel Ka hadn't moved. "Planning on a little visual enjoyment?"
She shook her head and turned her back, knowing better than to leave the room without him. She closed her eyes and counted backwards from ten, trying to ignore the sound of fabric sliding against skin. She could feel the heat in her cheeks.
Jacen shook his head as he pulled on his trousers. The image of Tenel Ka sleeping in his shirt was still firmly embedded in his mind and he could almost see the flesh her armor now hid. He carefully cinched his belt, "Alright, you can turn around again."
She did, and immediately shook her head.
Jacen frowned. "What?"
"I do not wish for Nicha to gawk at you."
He looked down at his pants critically. "I don't see how... Oh, you want me to wear a shirt." He looked back at her, his eyes twinkling. "Why didn't you just say so?"
She arched an eyebrow but said nothing as he pulled out a shirt and slipped into it, buttoning it up the front before rolling up the sleeves. He tucked it in and then spread his arms. "Better?"
She nodded. "Much. Come."
"Ah ah, wait."
She paused mid-turn and looked at him questioningly. He nodded to their bed. "Want to help me clean up?"
She tensed immediately; she couldn't help it. "Do you require my help?"
"No, just your company. You could kick the coals if you want."
She said nothing as Jacen began to fold the remains of their bed and carefully packed them away. She simply watched, offering him a hand when he asked for it. Several minutes later all that was left of their presence was the slightly burnt ring of stone on the floor. Shouldering their packs, Jacen held the curtain back as Tenel Ka stepped into the main room. Flynn was seated with Vola, speaking quietly about something, flipping something in the coals of the fire. Vola looked up as they entered. "Great one, she of flame, I trust you slept well?"
Flynn snickered slightly but grinned. "They look rested enough."
Jacen smiled easily. "As well as can be expected on the ground, Vola. Thank you. Flynn."
Flynn chuckled, "Help yourselves, the soup is warm."
Jacen poured Tenel Ka a cup of the broth before pouring his own and hunkering down with her next to the fire. Their packs fell behind them, allowing them a place to sit. Flynn took a sip from his own bowl and nodded towards the exit. "Nicha said she needed to talk to you, Jacen. I don't suppose you could see what about?"
He was immediately suspicious, "Now?"
Flynn nodded. "She said it was important."
Jacen glanced at Tenel Ka. Her lips were thinned in a line that betrayed her irritation. She didn't like Nicha and he wondered if he'd be endangering his own position by going to speak to the insufferable woman. He reached out, placing a hand on her knee. He felt the muscle jump under his hand, but that was her only reaction. Controlled Tenel Ka. At times, it was useful. "I'll be right back," he told her, placing the cup beside her feet. "I won't be long."
She nodded once, continuing to sip her breakfast.
Flynn watched as Jacen walked away from Tenel Ka and moved a little closer to the warrior woman. "What do you see in that guy?"
She looked at their guide. "Pardon?"
Flynn waved towards where Jacen was headed, "Him, Jacen. I know he's some kind of hero and all, but there's got to be more. What's so special about him?"
She arched an eyebrow. "Jacen and I have known each other for a long time. I suggest you rephrase your question."
Flynn paused, as if considering her answer before replying. "I guess what I'm asking is why him? Why did you accept his proposal over anyone elses?"
"I proposed to him," she answered truthfully, taking another sip of the broth.
"I... see..." Flynn fell silent, staring at the flames, suddenly interested in their color.
Tenel Ka almost smiled. Flynn's interest was so very obvious, and it made her uncomfortable, but he was clearly uncomfortable with strong women. Which didn't explain why he traveled with Nicha. She looked across the circle at the quiet Vola to find the Yuuzhan Vong staring after Jacen. She shook her head and turned back, meeting Tenel Ka's gaze. Her strange eyes were worried, almost sad and Tenel Ka moved to her feet. Something was wrong and she had a feeling she knew exactly what.
From Scratch
Chapter 17
Tenel Ka wasted no time in diving into the cool waters. She felt every pass of Jacen's eyes as if it were a hand. It didn't bode well for later that evening. Propelling herself through the water with her legs, she headed for the bottom of the pool. Hapes, thankfully, had many areas where she could swim and she was at home in the water, even if she felt a pang of homesickness. The pressure changed subtly as Jacen dove in after her and she looked around, the water clear and mostly free from sediments.
He surfaced almost immediately and she saw him begin to tread water. An idea formed in her mind and she propelled herself at him. Coming up from beneath, she wrapped his legs and tugged. She felt him squirm, kick to be free and then stop. Her lungs burning for air, she released him and surfaced. She inhaled deeply as she looked at him, tossing her head to get her hair out of her face.
"This is cold!" Jacen told her grinning, "Just the thing to cool me down." He splashed her and she arched an eyebrow at him, splashing him back.
"You need it."
"I'm not the only one," he winked at her. "Not that I mind."
She lunged at him, dunking him solidly before allowing him back up. He sputtered, spitting water. "Do you mind? I like breathing than you very much."
"I prefer you breathing as well." She cocked her head at him, shrugged and then dove beneath the surface again.
Jacen watched her, enjoying the way the water made her indistinct, almost like a sylph, as if she was simply a figment of his imagination. But he knew that was the true illusion. For she was truly a temptress, his temptress, and he still hadn't found out a way to resist her beyond his own questionable self control. He supposed he could sleep fully clothed, but that would certainly alert their companions that something was amiss. Especially with a fire in the room. He frowned, watching as Tenel Ka crawled along the bottom for a minute before propelling herself upwards with a mighty push of her muscular legs. He'd been fantasizing about those legs and it was a bad idea. He leveled himself out and began doing laps as Tenel Ka surfaced.
They played in the water for the next hour, occasionally splashing each other, but mostly just expending energy. Tenel Ka made numerous dives to the bottom in an effort to wear herself out, while Jacen concentrated on lapping the surface.
When they finally pulled themselves out of the water, they were both drained, but content. Nothing like a swim to rejuvenate oneself. Jacen stepped back into the main area first and paused. Flynn was curled up next to the fire, Vola across from him. Nicha was nowhere to be seen, but he figured she was on guard duty. A quick check with the Force told him he was right. He breathed a soft sigh of relief. At least he wasn't under her scrutiny. And Tenel Ka wasn't under Flynn's.
He walked silently to where someone had hung a large, thick sheet over the door to their temporary bedroom and pushed it back. Blazing in the center of the room was a small fire, his bedroll already stretched out beside it. Jacen frowned, but stepped inside and held the blanket for Tenel Ka. They were both shivering from the temperature change. He went immediately to his pack and pull two items from it. A second pair of shorts and an overly long t-shirt. Not much, but better than nothing.
Tenel Ka's eyes widened as he offered her the shirt. "I know it's not much, but it'll be more comfortable to sleep in than anything you brought."
She swallowed hard. Sleep in Jacen's shirt? Was he crazy? "I do not... I..." she didn't reach for the shirt, simply stood where she was, the warmth from the fire lending a cozy atmosphere to the room.
"Hey, relax," he told her quietly. "It's just a shirt."
"That is the problem."
He arched an eyebrow. "I normally sleep in less, as you very well know. Come on Tenel Ka, I promise I won't watch while you change."
She hesitantly reached out and grasped the shirt. Holding it up to herself she looked down. It would barely fall to mid-thigh. It was better than nothing, though. Jacen turned away from her and she did the same, carefully removing her suit and slipping into the shirt. She'd been right; it did only fall to mid-thigh. It was overly large, yet clung to her curves like a second skin in places she was still damp. She checked the length and unconsciously tugged on the bottom. It was like wearing next to nothing and with Jacen that could be dangerous.
"You decent?"
"Decent?" she wanted to laugh. "I am dressed, but I am not decent." She turned to look at him, tugging on the hem of the shirt again. "This is most uncomfortable."
His gaze took her in, clearly appreciative in his scrutiny. "Anything I can do to help?"
She wrapped her arm around her waist in a gesture of protection he'd never seen her use. "Do not look at me?"
"Wish I could help. Anything else?"
She shook her head. Carefully, she knelt on the side of the bedroll nearest the fire and reached for the blankets. Jacen beat her to it. "Tired?"
She nodded.
He chuckled softly getting down on his knees and pulling the covers up over her bents legs. Slowly, she shifted her position until she was sitting, and then lying next to the fire. Jacen carefully stretched out next to her. "Me too. That swim sure helped."
She turned her head to look at him, her still wet braids hanging around her face. "I agree."
He propped himself up on his elbow, keeping his body just shy of touching hers as he tugged the blanket up to his waist. He could almost feel the heat radiating from her legs as she shifted fractionally. He looked down into her face. "Care to explain why you snapped at Flynn today?"
"No."
He chuckled softly, lifting his hand but didn't touch her. Instead, he let it hovering just above her face. He searched her eyes, his voice but a whisper, "May I?"
She looked at his hand. "This is not a good idea."
"I need to touch you," he admitted.
"Why?"
He searched her face, gently lowering his hand so that he could stroke her cheek. She trembled under his touch, her eyes widening fractionally. His thumb was gentle, tracing the curves of her face, his eyes taking in the beauty laid out before him. "I don't know. I just... Whenever I'm around you I just have this compulsion to touch you."
She licked her lips, her throat suddenly dry. "You do not act like it."
His smile was gentle. "I don't want to scare you. What happened earlier, Tenel Ka?"
She stared up at him, feeling as if she couldn't hide and knowing it was true. She'd never been able to hide from him. Not at the academy, not when she'd lost her arm, and not now. "I... panicked." She admitted softly.
Jacen slid further down on his arm, gently pushing her hair away from her face so that it spread out behind her head. It would dry faster that way. "Why?"
She was silent, her gaze focused somewhere beyond his shoulder as she thought about his question. It was valid, more than valid. Why -had- she panicked when Jacen had started to massage her shoulders? It wasn't because she hadn't wanted him to touch her, but could it have been the opposite? She'd wanted him to touch her too much, was that it? She felt a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach and butterflies began to take wing. Oh yes, that was it. It wasn't that she wanted him to move away, she wanted him closer. Much closer, and that terrified her. "I enjoy your touch," she admitted with a blush.
"Too much." It was more of a statement than a question.
She nodded.
He brushed his thumb over her cheek, tracing the curve of the bone down wards until he paused at the side of her lips. "Then I guess we're in the same boat," his head came down fractionally, towards hers. "Would I be out of line to kiss you?"
He saw her throat work for a moment, could feel the way her body seemed to pause and then begin shivering. Gently cupping her jaw, he ran the pad of his thumb lightly over her lips, tracing them. She opened her mouth and he tenderly stroked her cheek as she spoke.
"If you do not, I fear I will become... emotional."
He blinked. Emotional? Her? He didn't need to be told twice. Bending his head he kissed her in an achingly tender fashion. Heat curled between them, but it was slow burning. Climbing through their systems like fire over damp ground, it was slow to spread after the day's exertions. Sparks leapt between them, accelerating their heartbeats as Jacen carefully deepened the kiss.
She rolled over slightly, sliding her hand up his bare chest as she kissed him back. Bare chest. She almost pulled back, but the feel of his muscles under her hand was too good to ignore.
Jacen could feel her hand resting over his heart, searing his skin as surely as a brand, and reached down to cover hers with his. Lowering himself completely to the ground, he pulled her closer, their legs sliding against each other, one of hers slipping between his. He broke the kiss, swallowing hard. This was such a very bad idea. Breathing heavily, he slid the hand that had been cupping her face down her back, over the soft fabric of his shirt to her hip. Tenel Ka wearing his clothing, there was something erotic about it.
She scooted closer to him, her body pressing against his as she placed a long, heated kiss on his shoulder. He jerked under her mouth, closing his eyes. Control. He had to keep control. In theory it was a good idea, but in practice? With Tenel Ka so close he was having trouble coming up with a reason why he had to keep control. She was on fire, burning him with her passion as she traced designs on his chest. He flattened her hand, holding it still. "We can't."
She lifted her head to meet his gaze, her eyes shining silver in the faint firelight. "Why?"
"Because I promised myself, and you, I wouldn't."
"I want you to."
He groaned. "Tenel Ka..." her name was a plea, an echo of her own earlier.
She froze, moving back fractionally, but unable to go far. Her legs were twined with his, trapping her as surely as the hand holding her hip did. She searched his gaze before inhaling slowly, searching for her own manner of control. It was slow in reasserting itself, but it was there. And on its heels was fatigue. "My apologies." She told him quietly. She closed her eyes, bowing her head until it rested carefully against his shoulder. She'd close her eyes only for a moment...
He thought he heard her sigh and tilted his head to look at her. Her eyes were closed and her face was turned towards his. He could feel the tension draining out of her as the day's physical, mental and emotional exhaustion suddenly, and unexpectedly, caught up with her. She went slack in his arms, curling closer and murmured his name.
Jacen would have laughed at himself if he could. She was in no shape to deal with him, how she'd managed to stay awake so long was beyond him. Gently pulling the blanket around her shoulders and his own, he tucked her as close as he could, feeling the fires in his blood begin to pound. He banked them with effort, resting his head next to hers; he placed a kiss on the crown of her head and closed his eyes.
But sleep was a long time in coming. Jacen was aware of every movement she made, every breath she took. Her hand was curled slightly against his chest, her fingertips like points of pleasurable, unintentional agony. Yet still she slept, unaware of the effect she had on him. And for that he was thankful. It was several long, torturous hours before sleep came to claim him. And when it did, Jacen went willingly. He could only hope that in the morning they'd make it back to the surface and their ship. Another night with her in his arms would be more than he could bear.
Tenel Ka slowly became aware of her surroundings. The damp smell and cool temperature against one cheek, the hard pillow beneath the other. She moved her head, fighting against the awareness that something was different, but not caring. She was warm, comfortable, an arm wrapped securely about her waist, the heat of the strong hand against her lower back. Her bare lower back. Her forehead wrinkled slightly as that thought penetrated. Bare? Hand? Still half asleep, she moved forward, against the warmth at her front and froze. Her eyes opened slowly, encountering a smooth expanse of tanned flesh. She swallowed hard, still unable to process what she was seeing. She carefully lifted her head. Jacen. She was curled against him familiarly, in a way she'd never curled up with anyone before. Her legs were twined with his, her hand against his chest. His heartbeat was steady and slow under her palm, his breathing deep and even. The strain lines that had formed around his mouth and eyes the previous day having disappeared in slumber.
She could feel the fabric of his shorts on the inside of her thighs where her legs were wrapped around his, the shirt she'd worn to bed wrapped around her waist. One of his arms cradled her head and shoulders, stretched out behind her like a pillow. The other... she blushed as she suddenly realized it was his hand that was pressed against the bare flesh underneath her shirt. She searched his face for a moment before returning her head to his arm and regulating her breathing.
Could she get out of this distinctly intimate position without waking him? She didn't think so. He murmured something in his sleep, frowning, and she tilted her head. The hand on her lower back moved, sliding gently upwards before coming to rest in the middle of her back. Her jaw worked. She had to get out of this; she could already feel her temperature rising, the abandonment she found in his touch starting to take over. She did the only thing she could think of. Feigning sleep, she rolled away.
Her legs slid from between his, his hand sliding in an unintentional caress over her back and side, coming to rest on the sensitive skin just under her breast. She lifted her hand and grasped his, moving it carefully before sitting up and straightening the shirt. She could feel her face flaming, could see the way her hands shook. She'd almost pressed his hand closer. What was wrong with her?
Jacen rolled behind her, moving to his back and frowning in his sleep. She heard him say her name and closed her eyes. Moving quickly, she stood, holding the shirt down with her hand before moving to her pack. She had to be dressed when he woke. If she wasn't... she didn't want to think about it.
Tenel Ka rummaged around in her pack, pulling out the spare set of lizard hide armor. She pulled it on under the shirt with quick movements, carefully working the straps until she was completely clothed under his shirt. She pulled it off over her head and shook out her hair, making as if to toss it onto his pack and paused. Jacen's shirt. Ok, so it had been short, but she'd been comfortable sleeping in it. Making a quick decision, she carefully folded it and slid it into the top of her pack.
"Planning on keeping that?"
She spun, her eyes widening. Jacen was looking straight at her, his hair tousled from sleep, braced on his elbows, his arms crossed in front of him. Her eyes traveled over him of their own accord. Bare skin with muscle definition topped by adorable brandy brown eyes. She swallowed hard. The man was all too sexy first thing in the morning. "Would you like it back?"
The side of his mouth kicked up into a half smile. "It looked better on you than it does on me. Keep it."
She could feel her face burning. "I do not think-"
Jacen pushed himself to his feet, stretching his arms over his head and she swallowed her words. Force the man was something to look at. He ran a hand through his hair, and then shook his head. "You were going to keep it anyway," he told her grinning. "I don't mind."
Her mind was working frantically. How long had he been watching her before he'd spoken? She glanced down at the packs as he began walking her way. She took a half step back as he stopped in front of her. "Do I need to reach around you, Tenel Ka?"
She shook her head, stepping towards him and impulsively wrapped her arm around his waist, hugging him tightly. "Good morning."
His arms came around her shoulders and he chuckled softly, "It is now. Didn't your mother teach you it's not polite to sleep with someone and slip away without a good morning kiss?"
She ducked her head. "She did not!"
He grinned, hearing a note of indignation in her voice. "Relax, she of flame, I'm just teasing."
She started to pull back but he wouldn't let her go. She met his gaze, "Jacen-"
He swooped down as she began to speak, his mouth covering hers in a hot, passionate kiss that weakened her knees. She clung to him, startled by his action, and kissed him back instinctively, her mouth opening under his. His hands held her to him, one sliding down her back in an echo of his unintentional caress minutes before, the other around her waist. She leaned into him, unable to stand from the sudden explosion of sensation running through her blood. A small voice in the back of her mind was screaming at her to stop, to remember who she was and where they were. But she didn't care. The heady feel his kisses created had her wanting more. Ever so much more. Her hand slid wound his neck, but the feel of his hands sliding confidently up her back gave her pause. There was something different in his touch, an almost desperation she'd never felt before.
Fighting against the sensations, she pushed against his chest, trying to draw away. He didn't react at first and she turned her face away, her whole body trembling in his grasp. "We must stop," she told him, her voice trembling.
Their breathing was ragged, uneven, and Jacen fought to bring himself under control. He'd only meant to give her a simple good morning kiss. But looking at her mouth, having her so near after waking to find her gone, had been too much. Watching her pull his shirt off, regardless of what was underneath had sent his heart skipping in his chest. Everything, every little movement and word, since he'd woken, had warred against his common sense. Not yet fully in control, he'd simply acted. He closed his eyes, trying to reign in his raging hormones. He was better than this.
Tenel Ka didn't move as she felt his inner struggle. She waited until he opened his eyes again before arching an eyebrow. "May I go now?"
The curtain cutting them off from the other room was suddenly pulled back. "Up and... Oh, you're both up." Flynn stood in the doorway, looking at their intimate embrace and grinned. "Must have been a good night. Either she doesn't bruise easily or you just don't mark her man, 'cause damn! She doesn't look any worse for wear this morning. You on the other hand..."
"Good morning Flynn." Jacen greeted, cutting the man off. He knew very well he looked stressed beyond belief. Having to maintain a distance, yet not, from Tenel Ka was taking a heavy toll.
Flynn was smirking. "You look like hell man. I think she might be too much for you."
Tenel Ka arched an eyebrow at the survivor. "You are rude, Flynn. Do not presume-"
She didn't get a chance to finish her sentence as Flynn paled and dropped the blanket, ducking out of sight.
Jacen began to laugh, chuckling first before throwing his head back and releasing the tension between them. A faint, very faint, smile played about Tenel Ka's lips. "You find me amusing?"
"No," he grinned as he released her. "I find your effect on Flynn amusing. I get the feeling he's not used to being scared of women."
She snorted. "He is an imbecile."
Jacen chuckled. "Well that imbecile is our only way out of here."
She arched an eyebrow at him. "I do not believe that."
"Oh? You want to try your luck down here in their world?"
"I did not say that. I simply mean that should we become separated I believe you and I would find our way out."
Jacen knelt next to his pack, rummaging for a spare set of trousers. Pulling them from near the bottom he turned to find Tenel Ka hadn't moved. "Planning on a little visual enjoyment?"
She shook her head and turned her back, knowing better than to leave the room without him. She closed her eyes and counted backwards from ten, trying to ignore the sound of fabric sliding against skin. She could feel the heat in her cheeks.
Jacen shook his head as he pulled on his trousers. The image of Tenel Ka sleeping in his shirt was still firmly embedded in his mind and he could almost see the flesh her armor now hid. He carefully cinched his belt, "Alright, you can turn around again."
She did, and immediately shook her head.
Jacen frowned. "What?"
"I do not wish for Nicha to gawk at you."
He looked down at his pants critically. "I don't see how... Oh, you want me to wear a shirt." He looked back at her, his eyes twinkling. "Why didn't you just say so?"
She arched an eyebrow but said nothing as he pulled out a shirt and slipped into it, buttoning it up the front before rolling up the sleeves. He tucked it in and then spread his arms. "Better?"
She nodded. "Much. Come."
"Ah ah, wait."
She paused mid-turn and looked at him questioningly. He nodded to their bed. "Want to help me clean up?"
She tensed immediately; she couldn't help it. "Do you require my help?"
"No, just your company. You could kick the coals if you want."
She said nothing as Jacen began to fold the remains of their bed and carefully packed them away. She simply watched, offering him a hand when he asked for it. Several minutes later all that was left of their presence was the slightly burnt ring of stone on the floor. Shouldering their packs, Jacen held the curtain back as Tenel Ka stepped into the main room. Flynn was seated with Vola, speaking quietly about something, flipping something in the coals of the fire. Vola looked up as they entered. "Great one, she of flame, I trust you slept well?"
Flynn snickered slightly but grinned. "They look rested enough."
Jacen smiled easily. "As well as can be expected on the ground, Vola. Thank you. Flynn."
Flynn chuckled, "Help yourselves, the soup is warm."
Jacen poured Tenel Ka a cup of the broth before pouring his own and hunkering down with her next to the fire. Their packs fell behind them, allowing them a place to sit. Flynn took a sip from his own bowl and nodded towards the exit. "Nicha said she needed to talk to you, Jacen. I don't suppose you could see what about?"
He was immediately suspicious, "Now?"
Flynn nodded. "She said it was important."
Jacen glanced at Tenel Ka. Her lips were thinned in a line that betrayed her irritation. She didn't like Nicha and he wondered if he'd be endangering his own position by going to speak to the insufferable woman. He reached out, placing a hand on her knee. He felt the muscle jump under his hand, but that was her only reaction. Controlled Tenel Ka. At times, it was useful. "I'll be right back," he told her, placing the cup beside her feet. "I won't be long."
She nodded once, continuing to sip her breakfast.
Flynn watched as Jacen walked away from Tenel Ka and moved a little closer to the warrior woman. "What do you see in that guy?"
She looked at their guide. "Pardon?"
Flynn waved towards where Jacen was headed, "Him, Jacen. I know he's some kind of hero and all, but there's got to be more. What's so special about him?"
She arched an eyebrow. "Jacen and I have known each other for a long time. I suggest you rephrase your question."
Flynn paused, as if considering her answer before replying. "I guess what I'm asking is why him? Why did you accept his proposal over anyone elses?"
"I proposed to him," she answered truthfully, taking another sip of the broth.
"I... see..." Flynn fell silent, staring at the flames, suddenly interested in their color.
Tenel Ka almost smiled. Flynn's interest was so very obvious, and it made her uncomfortable, but he was clearly uncomfortable with strong women. Which didn't explain why he traveled with Nicha. She looked across the circle at the quiet Vola to find the Yuuzhan Vong staring after Jacen. She shook her head and turned back, meeting Tenel Ka's gaze. Her strange eyes were worried, almost sad and Tenel Ka moved to her feet. Something was wrong and she had a feeling she knew exactly what.