AN: The survivors are my own creation, everything else belongs to Lucasfilm...
WARNING: This chapter deals with Mature subject matter slotted into a PG-13 style. Do Not Read if you're uncomfortable with the physical aspect of a relationship on paper! You've been warned.
From Scratch
Chapter 23
Jacen closed the door to Chell's home with a soft 'click' as the lock slid home. Tenel Ka turned to look at him, suddenly very nervous about being alone with him. This time he wouldn't stop and no matter how much she wanted him to continue, she really didn't know what to expect. And that was making her nervous. Terribly nervous. What would happen tonight?
Jacen stepped up to her, sliding his hands up her arms, onto her shoulders as he smiled down at her. "Nervous?"
She nodded. "I am not sure what you will expect of me."
His smile changed slightly, softening, as he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "That makes two of us. But I promise I won't hurt you, Tenel Ka, I will take care of you."
She kicked her lips nodded. "I know. Jacen?"
He slid his hands down her back, making her shiver as tiny trails of fire followed his fingers. "Hmm?"
"I am frightened."
He stopped, searching her gaze at her soft admission. "Is there anything I can do?"
"I... do not know. We have kissed, touched, before. Why is this time different?"
He smiled. "Is it really?"
She nodded. "Your demeanor is different."
"Does that frighten you?"
"Some. You are not hesitant this time."
"Should I be?" he bent his head, nuzzling her ear through the curtain of her hair. "I've been waiting for this day for a long time, Tenel Ka. Dreaming of it. I have no reason to be hesitant."
She couldn't move as his breath slid over her skin, making her shudder as the fire within her began to curl tighter, waiting, anticipating the conflagration that was sure to consume her. She was frozen, half wanting him to simply kiss her, to allow her to drown in the sensations he created so readily, yet terrified of allowing them to consume her again. Would he simply allow her to lose control if she asked?
She swallowed hard, her eyes closing slowly as his head dropped to the curve of her neck, placing a gentle kiss on her pulse before gently kissing her cheek. Every stroke of his lips and fingers a slow torture. "Are you ok with this, Tenel Ka?"
"I... do not know."
Jacen stepped back, letting his hands drop from her shoulders. "We have all night, we can take this slow." Even if it kills me, he added silently. The last thing he wanted was to frighten her. He moved away, sitting on the couch, but she didn't move, simply watched him.
"You... are not going to touch me?"
"Not unless you ask me to."
Her brows drew together in confusion, "I thought..."
"I know what you thought," he replied softly, watching her carefully as he leaned back against the sofa, "but I won't lead you, Tenel Ka. You have to want this, want me, as much as I do you."
She swallowed hard, stepping towards him, "I do. I am just uncertain of where exactly this will lead."
"The bedroom would be a good start."
She arched an eyebrow. "That is not what I meant."
He grinned, "I know, but it made you relax."
She shrugged. "Perhaps." She took another step, and then another, until she was standing between his legs, looking down at him. Jacen held himself very still as she slowly eased herself into his lap, her head resting against his shoulder. Thankfully she was seated on his thighs; or she would have felt exactly how much he wanted her. Her left arm was pressed close to his body, pinned between them, as her right hand slid up his chest to rest over his collar bone. "Will you really keep your promise to me?"
His arms slid around her and he placed his cheek on the top of her head, closing his eyes. "Do you want me?"
She nodded. "I want you to kiss me."
He chuckled softly. "How badly?"
She pulled away, looking at him critically. "Are you teasing me?"
He nodded, lifting his hand to cup her face. "Anything to put you at ease, my love," he whispered softly, leaning in close. Her eyes drifted shut as he brushed a soft kiss across her lips. She slid her head forward when he neglected to deepen the contact, angling her head so that their lips slid together firmly. Jacen played the passive, allowing her to take control of the kiss as she deepened it, confident in her ability to draw a response from him. Her tongue traced the outline of his lips, teasing the seam but not entering and he fought back the urge to assist her. Slowly, her tongue slid into his mouth, teasing, taunting, stroking, and drawing him out slowly. Her hand crept up slowly, loosening the tie around his neck with a deft swipe of her fingers. The collar of his shirt loosened, exposing bronzed skin and her fingers slid beneath. Slipping around to the back of his neck, she played with the ends of his hair, making him shudder as her fingers teased softly.
His hands slid, one up her back, the other to her hip, as he shifted his position slightly. Slowly, he moved, drawing her over top him, shifting her legs so that her knees straddled his hips as he stretched out on the sofa. Before she knew it, Tenel Ka was looking down on him, stretched across his body like a human blanket. She blinked, pulling away surprised; she could feel every curve, every angle of his body. She could feel the evidence of his desire and that was thrilling even as she shied away from the thought. Jacen was smiling up at her, his hand playing gently with the strands of her hair. "What are you doing?" she asked softly.
"Making myself more comfortable," he winked, "I like you there. You make a good blanket."
She blinked. "A blanket?"
He nodded, spreading her hair around her head so that it acted as a curtain. "All nice and toasty warm."
"I do not find that flattering."
He chuckled, tracing the lines of her face with his fingertips. "You are so incredibly beautiful," he whispered.
She blushed softly, sliding her hand through his hair and leveling herself up on her elbow as she gently stroked the silky strands. "That I find flattering. You are so sincere."
"To you? Always." He leaned forward, capturing her lips again, this time taking the initiative as his hands bracketed her face, drawing her downwards. She melted against him after a moment's hesitation, feeling his hands running through her hair and loosening her braids, fires licking her skin from beneath, straining to get out, looking for release. But she could offer none beyond the intensity of his kiss. She hadn't any idea how.
The sweep of his tongue, the nibble of his teeth as he teased her lips, drawing a soft moan from the back of her throat. Slowly she pushed herself up and away, but he didn't let her go. Moving with her, and never breaking the kiss, he slid his arms around her waist until she was sitting on his lap again, her legs folded on either side of his thighs. Only then did he release her, pulling back with a sharp inhalation. "Undress me." He whispered softly, grasping her hand and sliding it to the waistband of his trousers.
She fingered the soft material of his shirt, gripping it tightly, as she struggled against the soft command. Undressing him was a step she wasn't certain she could take. "You are certain?"
He nodded, his hands dropping away from her waist. "I want to feel you touch me like you did this morning, Tenel Ka. I want to have your hand on my flesh. I need you to touch me."
She swallowed hard as Jacen slowly sat back, bracing himself with his arms. Slowly pulled the fabric upwards, she slid her hand underneath, causing him to hiss slightly, a gasping noise that made his arch an eyebrow as her cool hands settled over the heated skin of his stomach. She could feel the tension in his frame, the restraint he was using. She slid his shirt off, enjoying the play of his muscles under her hand; the way they quivered under her touch. Jacen caught her fingers, lifting them to his mouth and placing a heated kiss in the center of her palm. Fires burst through her blood stream at the heated contact and she pulled him forward, covering his mouth with her own in a passionate kiss. His hands quickly divested himself of his shirt and slid around her, sliding up her back and down, loosening the ties to her armor with deft movements but never undoing them completely.
Tenel Ka was floating, falling, through a world of sensations. The firmness of his hands, the possessiveness in his touch and kiss. Her head fell back against his shoulder as he assaulted her senses. Her world slowly narrowed, blocking out everything, losing everything, but what she was feeling. Heat spread through her into him, her blood afire with desire and passions she'd felt only when he touched or kissed her. Desires that were clamoring to be met and fulfilled; demanding completion. She arched into him as he picked her up, keeping her mouth firmly under his as he crossed the room.
His strides were long, sure, and she didn't care. She wanted him as she'd never wanted anything before. His mouth left hers, trailing down to her neck where he bit her gently, causing her to cry out, her hand convulsing in his hair. She was clinging to him, drowning in a world of colors and heat of which he was the focal point.
The feel of a soft bed under her back brought her back and she realized she was lying beneath him on the bed in their bedroom. It was the only thought that crossed her mind before his hands and mouth began to work their magic again, taking their time to carefully examine every inch of her exposed shoulders and arms. He was thorough, careful, treating her as if she was a delicate treasure as he began undoing the straps of her armor. His weight was pleasant, intoxicating even, and she arched upwards, trying to contact as much of his body as possible with her own as his hands flew over her back.
She writhed beneath him, gasping, "Jacen!" she pleaded softly, reaching to bring him back to her. She wanted more, wanted the fire he'd shown her in the ship and at camp that morning. She wanted it all.
She felt the give in him, the sudden shift in his demeanor as his mouth came back to hers, his hands pulling the last of the buckles on her armor free before sliding beneath the leather. The feel of his hands on her skin made her cry out, her hand grasping the sheets as he carefully pulled the armor from her body. Her limbs felt leaden, weighted as his mouth traveled down to her collarbone, nipping gently as he wound a trail of heated kisses down her body. She gasped at the unfamiliar sensations, his tongue, teeth and lips driving the coil of heat tighter and tighter until she wanted to scream.
"Jacen!" she cried, arching up off the bed as he stripped the leather from her legs and came back to her. Skin slid against skin and she gasped, panting slightly, her head shaking back and forth as if in silent denial. He bit her neck gently, making her cry out again before his fingers came back, teasing her sides and she couldn't fight the laugh that escaped her. She was very ticklish. "Jacen!" this time she squirmed to get away but he wouldn't let her as she rolled into the middle of the bed. He pinned her there, his lips covering hers on a sigh as his hands explored the newly revealed plains and valleys of her body. She sighed softly, wanting to touch him, but unsure where to begin, as his hands worked their magic.
Her world tilted suddenly as Jacen rolled, bringing her atop him again. There was no denying the heat in his gaze, his eyes almost black with desire, as his palms swept her hair back off her shoulders like a cape of flame. There was no denying the hardness of his body beneath hers and her eyes widened. "Touch me," he pleaded softly, his voice husky as he grabbed her hand and placed it in the middle of his chest.
She swallowed hard, unsure where to start.
Jacen closed his eyes as her hand curled slowly, tracing the lines of his muscles, her finger tips skimming over the sensitive tips of his nipples as she went about her exploration. She must have heard him gasp for her fingers came back; tracing the taught buds before her mouth tentatively replaced them. He gasped, his hands convulsing about her waist as desire, need, shot through him like a lightning bolt. Slow? He was supposed to take this slow? Oh Force he was going to die if he had to. "Tenel Ka," he ground out desperately, "please, don't..."
"It displeases you?" she asked, her own voice husky from passion.
He laughed humorlessly. "No, oh no, it pleases me very much, but... Oh Force, I don't think we can do this slowly."
She shifted on his lap and he hissed, sitting up, bringing them skin to skin again as his lips sought hers, their kiss a fierce melding of passions and flesh as he opened himself to her. She did the same, feeling the urgency in his manner and didn't protest when he laid her back down. When it came, it was completely unexpected. She arched back off the mattress, gasping his name as she clutched him blindly. It didn't hurt, not in the sense of a blaster wound, but it stung. But the pain disappeared quickly and soon she was soaring higher and higher, the explosion of flame ripping through her with a scream as she felt every barrier between them fail. She soared among the stars, Jacen joining her a moment later, and she knew happiness. True happiness. A joy like she'd never felt or expected to feel. For the first time in all her years, Tenel Ka was truly complete. And she wept.
WARNING: This chapter deals with Mature subject matter slotted into a PG-13 style. Do Not Read if you're uncomfortable with the physical aspect of a relationship on paper! You've been warned.
From Scratch
Chapter 23
Jacen closed the door to Chell's home with a soft 'click' as the lock slid home. Tenel Ka turned to look at him, suddenly very nervous about being alone with him. This time he wouldn't stop and no matter how much she wanted him to continue, she really didn't know what to expect. And that was making her nervous. Terribly nervous. What would happen tonight?
Jacen stepped up to her, sliding his hands up her arms, onto her shoulders as he smiled down at her. "Nervous?"
She nodded. "I am not sure what you will expect of me."
His smile changed slightly, softening, as he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "That makes two of us. But I promise I won't hurt you, Tenel Ka, I will take care of you."
She kicked her lips nodded. "I know. Jacen?"
He slid his hands down her back, making her shiver as tiny trails of fire followed his fingers. "Hmm?"
"I am frightened."
He stopped, searching her gaze at her soft admission. "Is there anything I can do?"
"I... do not know. We have kissed, touched, before. Why is this time different?"
He smiled. "Is it really?"
She nodded. "Your demeanor is different."
"Does that frighten you?"
"Some. You are not hesitant this time."
"Should I be?" he bent his head, nuzzling her ear through the curtain of her hair. "I've been waiting for this day for a long time, Tenel Ka. Dreaming of it. I have no reason to be hesitant."
She couldn't move as his breath slid over her skin, making her shudder as the fire within her began to curl tighter, waiting, anticipating the conflagration that was sure to consume her. She was frozen, half wanting him to simply kiss her, to allow her to drown in the sensations he created so readily, yet terrified of allowing them to consume her again. Would he simply allow her to lose control if she asked?
She swallowed hard, her eyes closing slowly as his head dropped to the curve of her neck, placing a gentle kiss on her pulse before gently kissing her cheek. Every stroke of his lips and fingers a slow torture. "Are you ok with this, Tenel Ka?"
"I... do not know."
Jacen stepped back, letting his hands drop from her shoulders. "We have all night, we can take this slow." Even if it kills me, he added silently. The last thing he wanted was to frighten her. He moved away, sitting on the couch, but she didn't move, simply watched him.
"You... are not going to touch me?"
"Not unless you ask me to."
Her brows drew together in confusion, "I thought..."
"I know what you thought," he replied softly, watching her carefully as he leaned back against the sofa, "but I won't lead you, Tenel Ka. You have to want this, want me, as much as I do you."
She swallowed hard, stepping towards him, "I do. I am just uncertain of where exactly this will lead."
"The bedroom would be a good start."
She arched an eyebrow. "That is not what I meant."
He grinned, "I know, but it made you relax."
She shrugged. "Perhaps." She took another step, and then another, until she was standing between his legs, looking down at him. Jacen held himself very still as she slowly eased herself into his lap, her head resting against his shoulder. Thankfully she was seated on his thighs; or she would have felt exactly how much he wanted her. Her left arm was pressed close to his body, pinned between them, as her right hand slid up his chest to rest over his collar bone. "Will you really keep your promise to me?"
His arms slid around her and he placed his cheek on the top of her head, closing his eyes. "Do you want me?"
She nodded. "I want you to kiss me."
He chuckled softly. "How badly?"
She pulled away, looking at him critically. "Are you teasing me?"
He nodded, lifting his hand to cup her face. "Anything to put you at ease, my love," he whispered softly, leaning in close. Her eyes drifted shut as he brushed a soft kiss across her lips. She slid her head forward when he neglected to deepen the contact, angling her head so that their lips slid together firmly. Jacen played the passive, allowing her to take control of the kiss as she deepened it, confident in her ability to draw a response from him. Her tongue traced the outline of his lips, teasing the seam but not entering and he fought back the urge to assist her. Slowly, her tongue slid into his mouth, teasing, taunting, stroking, and drawing him out slowly. Her hand crept up slowly, loosening the tie around his neck with a deft swipe of her fingers. The collar of his shirt loosened, exposing bronzed skin and her fingers slid beneath. Slipping around to the back of his neck, she played with the ends of his hair, making him shudder as her fingers teased softly.
His hands slid, one up her back, the other to her hip, as he shifted his position slightly. Slowly, he moved, drawing her over top him, shifting her legs so that her knees straddled his hips as he stretched out on the sofa. Before she knew it, Tenel Ka was looking down on him, stretched across his body like a human blanket. She blinked, pulling away surprised; she could feel every curve, every angle of his body. She could feel the evidence of his desire and that was thrilling even as she shied away from the thought. Jacen was smiling up at her, his hand playing gently with the strands of her hair. "What are you doing?" she asked softly.
"Making myself more comfortable," he winked, "I like you there. You make a good blanket."
She blinked. "A blanket?"
He nodded, spreading her hair around her head so that it acted as a curtain. "All nice and toasty warm."
"I do not find that flattering."
He chuckled, tracing the lines of her face with his fingertips. "You are so incredibly beautiful," he whispered.
She blushed softly, sliding her hand through his hair and leveling herself up on her elbow as she gently stroked the silky strands. "That I find flattering. You are so sincere."
"To you? Always." He leaned forward, capturing her lips again, this time taking the initiative as his hands bracketed her face, drawing her downwards. She melted against him after a moment's hesitation, feeling his hands running through her hair and loosening her braids, fires licking her skin from beneath, straining to get out, looking for release. But she could offer none beyond the intensity of his kiss. She hadn't any idea how.
The sweep of his tongue, the nibble of his teeth as he teased her lips, drawing a soft moan from the back of her throat. Slowly she pushed herself up and away, but he didn't let her go. Moving with her, and never breaking the kiss, he slid his arms around her waist until she was sitting on his lap again, her legs folded on either side of his thighs. Only then did he release her, pulling back with a sharp inhalation. "Undress me." He whispered softly, grasping her hand and sliding it to the waistband of his trousers.
She fingered the soft material of his shirt, gripping it tightly, as she struggled against the soft command. Undressing him was a step she wasn't certain she could take. "You are certain?"
He nodded, his hands dropping away from her waist. "I want to feel you touch me like you did this morning, Tenel Ka. I want to have your hand on my flesh. I need you to touch me."
She swallowed hard as Jacen slowly sat back, bracing himself with his arms. Slowly pulled the fabric upwards, she slid her hand underneath, causing him to hiss slightly, a gasping noise that made his arch an eyebrow as her cool hands settled over the heated skin of his stomach. She could feel the tension in his frame, the restraint he was using. She slid his shirt off, enjoying the play of his muscles under her hand; the way they quivered under her touch. Jacen caught her fingers, lifting them to his mouth and placing a heated kiss in the center of her palm. Fires burst through her blood stream at the heated contact and she pulled him forward, covering his mouth with her own in a passionate kiss. His hands quickly divested himself of his shirt and slid around her, sliding up her back and down, loosening the ties to her armor with deft movements but never undoing them completely.
Tenel Ka was floating, falling, through a world of sensations. The firmness of his hands, the possessiveness in his touch and kiss. Her head fell back against his shoulder as he assaulted her senses. Her world slowly narrowed, blocking out everything, losing everything, but what she was feeling. Heat spread through her into him, her blood afire with desire and passions she'd felt only when he touched or kissed her. Desires that were clamoring to be met and fulfilled; demanding completion. She arched into him as he picked her up, keeping her mouth firmly under his as he crossed the room.
His strides were long, sure, and she didn't care. She wanted him as she'd never wanted anything before. His mouth left hers, trailing down to her neck where he bit her gently, causing her to cry out, her hand convulsing in his hair. She was clinging to him, drowning in a world of colors and heat of which he was the focal point.
The feel of a soft bed under her back brought her back and she realized she was lying beneath him on the bed in their bedroom. It was the only thought that crossed her mind before his hands and mouth began to work their magic again, taking their time to carefully examine every inch of her exposed shoulders and arms. He was thorough, careful, treating her as if she was a delicate treasure as he began undoing the straps of her armor. His weight was pleasant, intoxicating even, and she arched upwards, trying to contact as much of his body as possible with her own as his hands flew over her back.
She writhed beneath him, gasping, "Jacen!" she pleaded softly, reaching to bring him back to her. She wanted more, wanted the fire he'd shown her in the ship and at camp that morning. She wanted it all.
She felt the give in him, the sudden shift in his demeanor as his mouth came back to hers, his hands pulling the last of the buckles on her armor free before sliding beneath the leather. The feel of his hands on her skin made her cry out, her hand grasping the sheets as he carefully pulled the armor from her body. Her limbs felt leaden, weighted as his mouth traveled down to her collarbone, nipping gently as he wound a trail of heated kisses down her body. She gasped at the unfamiliar sensations, his tongue, teeth and lips driving the coil of heat tighter and tighter until she wanted to scream.
"Jacen!" she cried, arching up off the bed as he stripped the leather from her legs and came back to her. Skin slid against skin and she gasped, panting slightly, her head shaking back and forth as if in silent denial. He bit her neck gently, making her cry out again before his fingers came back, teasing her sides and she couldn't fight the laugh that escaped her. She was very ticklish. "Jacen!" this time she squirmed to get away but he wouldn't let her as she rolled into the middle of the bed. He pinned her there, his lips covering hers on a sigh as his hands explored the newly revealed plains and valleys of her body. She sighed softly, wanting to touch him, but unsure where to begin, as his hands worked their magic.
Her world tilted suddenly as Jacen rolled, bringing her atop him again. There was no denying the heat in his gaze, his eyes almost black with desire, as his palms swept her hair back off her shoulders like a cape of flame. There was no denying the hardness of his body beneath hers and her eyes widened. "Touch me," he pleaded softly, his voice husky as he grabbed her hand and placed it in the middle of his chest.
She swallowed hard, unsure where to start.
Jacen closed his eyes as her hand curled slowly, tracing the lines of his muscles, her finger tips skimming over the sensitive tips of his nipples as she went about her exploration. She must have heard him gasp for her fingers came back; tracing the taught buds before her mouth tentatively replaced them. He gasped, his hands convulsing about her waist as desire, need, shot through him like a lightning bolt. Slow? He was supposed to take this slow? Oh Force he was going to die if he had to. "Tenel Ka," he ground out desperately, "please, don't..."
"It displeases you?" she asked, her own voice husky from passion.
He laughed humorlessly. "No, oh no, it pleases me very much, but... Oh Force, I don't think we can do this slowly."
She shifted on his lap and he hissed, sitting up, bringing them skin to skin again as his lips sought hers, their kiss a fierce melding of passions and flesh as he opened himself to her. She did the same, feeling the urgency in his manner and didn't protest when he laid her back down. When it came, it was completely unexpected. She arched back off the mattress, gasping his name as she clutched him blindly. It didn't hurt, not in the sense of a blaster wound, but it stung. But the pain disappeared quickly and soon she was soaring higher and higher, the explosion of flame ripping through her with a scream as she felt every barrier between them fail. She soared among the stars, Jacen joining her a moment later, and she knew happiness. True happiness. A joy like she'd never felt or expected to feel. For the first time in all her years, Tenel Ka was truly complete. And she wept.