As soon as Sinn left Andronikos slid out of his seat and walked over to K'isha. He eased his arm around her to pull her close and her sensual smile started kicking up sparks in his brain.
"All clear?" she asked, her slightly breathless voice causing his body to react instantly.
"For the moment. Long enough to steal a taste," he said as he leaned down to kiss her. Their kisses always rocked him to his core especially when K'isha's arms came up around his neck and she pressed herself fully to him. Time stopped in that instant as their mutual passion flowed forth. Not the time, he tried reminding himself as her lips toyed with his. Too late, his body replied as he realized he couldn't stop from breaking the kiss to nibble along her jaw. He felt her shudder as he kissed the tender spot just below her ear.
"Loving this," she moaned, "But probably not best time, Beloved." He drew back while still keeping his arms around her.
"Later then." He gave her one more quick kiss, before letting her sit down to finish her repairs.
Andronikos looked over the parts strewn across the table. Having built the light saber herself he knew she was intimately familiar with it and trusted its repair to no one. Exploding like it had was a bad sign and the still smoking crystal she'd extracted from the hilt proved his suspicion.
"Another burnt out crystal," he confirmed. Her shoulders hunched slightly as she nodded, as if bracing herself for the lecture that lie ahead. She looked up into his concerned eyes.
"There are dozens in Zash's old storerooms," she said evasively, "The red-black crystals just don't last as long, I think the crafter used faulty corundrum." Andronikos shook his head as he sat next to her. Even knowing that Sinn could return at any moment, he was unable to stop himself from pulling K'isha to him so that she could lean her head on his shoulder. As powerful as she was, as long as she was his he wanted to protect her.
"That's not why they burst and you know it," he stated, "You burn too hot, Beautiful, the crystals can't handle the strain. You need to slow down."
They both knew he was right, she did have a bad habit of channeling too fast and too strong. He was afraid one day it would prove too much for even her to handle. When they'd returned to the ship after her battle with Thanaton she'd collapsed and was unconscious for two days. Drellik had assured Andronikos that he'd read about Sith falling into a deep restorative state after a strong Force battle. To him however it had seemed more like an ordeal. There were times she thrashed and murmured in a voice that wasn't hers, other times she lay so still he had to keep checking her pulse. The crew had been sworn to secrecy, a collapse like that would be viewed as weakness by the Council. He shook his head to shake off the memories.
With K'isha tucked next to his side he reached up to thread his fingers through her hair and massage her scalp. She slumped against him and as the tension drained from her a deep exhale released from her lips. Her relaxation was contagious and he felt his own body unknot.
"We really need to find a quiet room," K'isha sighed as she leaned into him, obviously enjoying the feel of his body supporting her. Andronikos drifted his hand down to cup her under the chin raising her face to meet his. The strain across her face was losing ground to the desire in her eyes. He knew they shouldn't start this but looking into those eyes he was lost.
"It's quiet here now," he breathed as he lowered his mouth to hers.
If their kiss on the speeder had struck like a thunderbolt, this one moved like the lava flows they'd seen on Belsavis, slow and scalding. He slanted his mouth across hers, running his tongue along her lips until they parted beneath his and he heard her quiet moan of surrender. His hand curled gently at her throat and her blood was racing against his palm. He shifted to pull her to him wrapping his arm around her waist. Not trying to rush, he lowered her back onto the couch as he kissed her like they had all the time in the galaxy. Her hands drifted under his coat to run over the muscles of his shoulders, urging him on. He lifted his lips from hers for a moment.
"Bad idea," he told her, his voice husky, "That hunter's coming back soon and you need to finish those repairs."
But even as she murmured an affirmative he felt her body naturally settle under his, one slim leg wrapping around the back of his thigh. He lowered his mouth to hers again with a groan, keeping the kiss easy but more assertive. Her tongue slid along his, exploring the depth of his mouth as he did the same to her. K'isha eased from the kiss to trail her lips down his throat and his breathing became ragged as she lightly nipped. He let his head lower inhaling the fragrance of her hair, feminine, spicy and slightly tinged with ozone. What this woman could do to him, was the last coherent thought he could muster.
It felt like her body was all reaction pressed against him. Her movements became more urgent and it was wreaking havoc on his senses. Part of him struggled to remember that they were in someone else's room where privacy could be shattered in an instant. But the primitive part of him was aching for the pleasure they'd always found in each other. Her kisses became sharper, using teeth as well as lips. She was testing his resolve, tempting him to follow her over the edge.
"I need you Beloved," she whispered against his throat as she started to writhe beneath him, struggling to take off her leggings and boots. He felt his belt and blasters slide off his body, not realizing she'd unhooked them. His traitorous body reacted to the passion that was overwhelming them both.
"Need you too Beautiful" he rasped harshly in her hair as his hands clenched on her body. He felt her hissed assertion against the skin of his neck while she arched against him and his control fissured. He wished they could wait until they had more time, when he could thoroughly explore K'isha's body, but she was a force that wasn't going to be denied. He reached down to unfasten the front of his pants while K'isha plied her mouth against his collarbone.
How she'd managed to kick off one boot and slide her leggings down he wasn't sure, but he felt the soft skin of her thigh rubbing his hip and it was almost too much to bear. She raked her delicate nails under his coat to score his back, driving him to the brink. He was able to free himself and stroked his hardness against the apex of her thighs. She was completely ready for him, triggering another wave of heat to course through his own body. He fitted himself to her moist entrance then used one hand to raise her face, making he had her full attention. Her heavy lidded eyes met his as she nodded. He crushed her mouth with his as he surged into her center, muffling her cry of pleasure.
Andronikos froze for a moment, feeling himself sheathed within her and letting her body accommodate him. He felt shudders race over her body as she tightened her leg around him to take him more deeply inside. The noise she made into his mouth sounded like a cross between a groan and a whimper as she rolled her hips with him buried inside her to his hilt. He followed her lead with deep rocking thrusts, keeping the motions easy and deliberate, savoring every moment. Without warning he felt her seize around him, letting loose a wail of delight against his mouth.
The primal noise urged him further. His pace increased and she met him every thrust. She thrashed in his arms, so close to the edge again, clinging to him as if her life depended on it. Her body bowed under him as he kept driving into her center, sparks racing across both of their bodies. He felt another explosion hit her, then another, she was in full meltdown. Not wanting her vocalizations to attract any unwarranted attention, he fought to maintain their kiss. It was when she cried out his name against his lips that his own detonation triggered and he was consumed by the blast.
A thermal detonator couldn't have wiped him out as thoroughly and he clenched his eyes shut against the fire that burst through his mind. It felt like the lightening she wielded was licking over every one of his nerves in a delicious buzz. Gasping as his body shuddered, he forced his eyes open and gazed protectively at the limp figure in his arms. Each of K'isha's quivering breaths ended in a quiet sigh and her arms drifted around his neck as she let her legs glide along his. He rolled to the side, pulling her with him to hold her against his chest. When she opened her eyes, he gave her a devilish grin before planting a light kiss on her lips.
"You had to rush me," he accused with a smirk, "You know I prefer taking my time." He let his hand slowly glide down her ribs to prove his point. K'isha batted her eyes at him trying to look innocent and failing miserably.
"You said it was a bad idea, I thought you might need some convincing otherwise," her tone was playful as she ran her fingers along his tattoo, "Besides you can't play the victim here, if anything you were an accomplice." Laughter rumbled from deep in his chest. Verbally sparring with his quick-witted wife was almost as fun as the other activities they performed together. He sat up and offered his hand to help pull her upright as well.
"You should tidy up. I don't think Sinn would appreciate a half-naked Sith rolling around her hotel suite," Her loss though, he thought admiring K'isha as she adjusted her clothing. He watched as she stretched her leg gracefully to put her boot on. She caught his look and smiled.
"You're staring," she chided musically, "How am I supposed to finish these repairs when you look at me like that?" He wasn't going to admit that as much as he appreciated her form, that wasn't what drew his eye at the moment. Being together as long as they had had put him in tune with the shifts in her energy levels. Right now they smoldered but the snapping discordant waves that had followed her since the cantina had dissipated and he was glad for it.
"What can I say, Beautiful?" he kept his tone light, "You distract me."
K'isha's chuckle was low and seductive. "I guess I should show you how diversionary tactics need to be done after all," her eyes glowing with as she cast a telling glance at where they'd enjoyed their recent physical activity, "Seems like I'm proving to be better at it."
"Not as good as you think, we're still alive," he retorted and she laughed quietly as he lobbed her words back at her. Suddenly inspired, he reached over to take K'isha's hand in his. Holding her gaze the whole time he placed a gentle kiss in the center of her hand. Her eyes started to close as his lips traced the lines of her palm, then she let out a yelp as he gave her a hard nip.
"What was that for?" she asked looking surprised while his shoulders shook with silent laughter.
"You looked too relaxed, Beautiful," he explained, moving carefully out of her reach, "Figured I should piss you off so Sinn would recognize you when she returned," As her eyes narrowed at him he nodded mock gravely. "Yeah, that's the look," he confirmed out loud.
He jumped as K'isha took a swipe at him, returning to the seat he vacated at the bar and suppressing his laughter. She opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by the sound of the door to the suite opening and shutting. Andronikos raised his glass to K'isha before draining the last of his drink and she inclined her head at him, conceding to him that in this round of their perpetual one-upmanship he was the victor.