"Wow." Obi-Wan says. Voice full of awe.
His index finger is starting to poke. He waits. Nobody can see, but his face is full of glee. He then pokes again. The person he is poking is stirring in her sleep. Obviously annoyed.
"Will you stop that?" Asajj Ventress grumbles. Voice half muffled by the pillow she is hugging under her.
It's been almost a year since they started seeing each other. The bounty hunter and the Jedi. The road to that stage was not smooth at all, but somehow, they were willing to give it a shot. It is still not smooth completely, hence they keep everything low profile.
But throughout the time they begin to drop all defenses. That includes of getting to know each other's quirks, whether it is adorable or annoying. Such as although she is a fearsome warrior who is always ready for any crisis, Asajj is not a morning person. She ensures she sleeps very long hours whenever off duty.
Obi-Wan is the opposite. Not only he is a morning person, but he also has a habit to chitchat about anything. Everything. Including in the wee morning hours. Which brings back to the annoying quirk she is experiencing now when her partner is poking her. To be specific, poking her posterior.
"It's amazing," he speaks.
Now he uses his fingertips to nudge one side of her buttock. The cheek wiggles and comes back to its original shape. "They're amazing."
Sometimes it's confusing for Asajj. One of the beauties of their relationship is finding new sides of each other. Sides that are usually repressed under the strict teaching of The Order or the necessity to survive in the Galaxy's underworld.
Mind you, this is the man who last night was perhaps the most unhinged of all male species and it resulted on both of them passing out happily. Now the same man is staring at her bottom. Eyes wide with childlike curiosity.
Asajj sighs, still unwilling to open her eyes. "What's so amazing about my arse, Kenobi?" His last name was always pronounced with resentment by her, now a term of endearment.
"Look at them. They wiggle. Like jellies! But then, they also very very firm," he exclaims. Obi-Wan emphasizes his last word by squeezing the pale flesh. The shape and the muscles are so defined by years of training and combat.
Asajj lifts her head from the pillow. Her face squinting, still heavy with sleep. She is not sure whether to be flattered or offended by that comment. She decides that she doesn't want to think about that.
Letting out an exasperated sigh she says, "whatever. Leave them alone." Then she buries her face again on the pillow.
She can hear him chuckles and thinks finally he will let her sleep. But no. He is fully awake now and is persuading her to do the same.
"Come on, darling. Time to get up." He pats the small of her back. The only answer he gets is a muffled groan.
"Asajj, it's morning. Get up."
"..."
"Darling."
"No."
"Hurry up. You're going to miss the morni..."
"Make me."
Silence... and she thinks he finally gives up trying. Then she feels him breathing on her nape.
"Don't say I didn't warn you, my sweet," he whispers on her ear.
That and a kiss to her neck are the only warning she gets before she feels his teeth sinking into her bottom.