He murmured comforting things to her, not even making much sense until he got her tucked into bed. He lay there with her, drowsily, waiting for the alcohol to fade so he could really comfort her.

"I don't want you to leave," she said softly.

"Liri, where would I go? In case you've forgotten, this is my ship, my crew."

"No, I mean... at some point I feel like my being a Sith will chase you away. Regardless of how much you love me." She shifted closer to him, but had her head on his chest so he couldn't see her face. "You were drunk and drugged in that video, yes, but it was so much easier it seemed. No politics, no danger, just you and a bunch of women to please you. Wouldn't that be a better life for you?"

Andronikos clenched his fist and then realized how he could actually hit her for that one. He slapped her in the ass as hard as he could. She made an involuntary noise and looked up at him confused.

"Better life. A fucking better life?"

Her eyes widened and she started to pull away from him.

"No," he snarled "You don't get to say something that stupid and get away with it." He pinned her down on the bed, moving quickly so she couldn't slip away from him. "I'm yours, you crazy Sith. Get that through your head. We may not have things easy at times, but I don't want to be anywhere else."

"If I'm not what you need-"

"I want to be here. With you." He dug his fingers into her wrists, angry now, "How can you possibly say that we'd be better off apart after what we put ourselves through the last year?" He shifted on her, "You just want something to doubt about us."

Her face closed up, "I do not."

"C'mon Liri, I might be the drunk one here, but I'm not trying to leave. You like when we fight. You like when things are heated between us." He lowered his voice. "I know you hate the Sith things you have to do, but you love the power. Those horrible things you do? There's a part of you that enjoys them." She looked at him, horrified. "Liri, every time you feel that way, you just come to me, because I don't care. Give me details and I'll hold you anyway."

She turned her head away from him, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"When you're done crying, I'll let you up. But you're not pushing me away, not now, not ever. You'll have to kill me."

They sat there, her crying, him silent for awhile longer before she finally stopped.

"I'm... yours, too, Rev." He rolled off of her to lay beside her.

"Sleep now, it's been a hell of a day."

Andronikos woke slowly, his head pounding. There was someone pressed against him and he nearly shoved them off in disgust before he remember it was his wife and not someone else. He quietly got out of bed and crossed the room. He kept some meds for headaches in his cabinet and rummaged for them, trying not to wake her.

"Are you okay?" she murmured sleepily from the bed.

"Yeah, just a headache."

"I'm worried about how much you drink."

"Yeah, me too. I'll try to cut back."

"I mean it, Rev. Not good."

He swallowed the meds and turned to the bed. She was standing beside the bed now and he was unmistakably, instantly turned on.

"You know, Jorif mentioned your aura of passion. I'd nearly forgotten about it; got me thinking."

"Thinking about what?"

"Whether what I felt for you was real or just your dark side stuff."

She sighed, twitching the sheets into place, "That was actually a secondary reason I sent you away. If you stopped feeling for me then I would know it'd just been my power, not me."

"But it was real for you."

"Yes."

"It's real for me too. Aren't you glad?"

"You have no idea how glad. When you just vanished, I thought maybe I'd been right. That you were getting over me."

He grabbed her arms roughly, savoring the warmth of her skin pressed against him, yielding under his hands. "I wasn't." His mouth ran the length of her lekku. "Liri, I don't want to talk anymore."

Her hips ground against him and he suppressed a groan, "I can tell," she breathed, "But we need to talk about this."

He pinned her against the wall. "So talk, if you still can." He grinned and dropped his head to her neck, kissing softly before nipping which led to a deep bite. She moaned and pressed against him; with a snarl he slammed her back against the wall.

"Rev, we can't just do this every time we have a difficult conversation." Her voice was shaky, but incredibly, she was still able to get words out. He forced her knees apart with his leg and pressed himself against her, rocking slightly on just the right spot.

"Liri, I love you and we can have all the difficult conversations in the world, but right now I want to fuck you."

"That is not fair."

"I'm never fair," he growled, ripping her robe open when he couldn't get it up far enough. He managed to get both of her wrists in one of his hands and pin them against the wall above her head so she couldn't stop him.

"Andronikos Revel!"

"Want me to stop?"

"...No."

Andronikos grinned and started in on her.

"Okay, so we have to do that infrequently."

"Why's that?"

She showed him the pattern of bruises. "Can't afford to be bruised there."

"You can for the next few days. We're not going anywhere." There was some quiet. "No one's come to get us up. I think there's a few other places you can afford to be bruised."

"Rev-" Her head tilted back and he smirked to himself. "We're not done talking."

He didn't answer and she sighed, giving in.