The ship was quiet; the only sound was the gentle hum that always filled the air. Gault was still out on a mission and Mako was asleep. That left Torian with all the space he needed as he went over his plan once more in his head. It was more a basic outline then a full blown plan, whenever someone else was included you could never be 100% sure the details would stay the same.

His nerves were surprisingly steady as he reached out and gently knocked on the Champions bedroom door. He could faintly hear her moving around inside, saying muffled things to herself as something hit the floor. He forced his body to relax as she reached the door and could hear her more clearly.

"For the last time Mako," She swung the door open, "I'm fi-" She looked annoyed and disheveled… and was in nothing but her underwear.

His brain took a moment to process this as he just stared at her. He had never seen so much of her skin before. Always she had some kind of armor on, even if it was just the light stuff they sparred in. And from what he saw now it had done an amazing job of hiding her figure. He knew she was strong, he had the scars to attest to that, but her body wasn't rippling with muscles like some of the Mando women he had seen. He could defiantly see the definition of muscles on her but somehow she still looked… soft. Even with the numerous scars and burn marks littering her skin he still thought it would be like silk under his fingers. Or mouth.

Everything about Kaylatin was perfect. The curve of her breasts, her hips, how soft her thighs looked in the pale light of the dimly lit space ship. Only a heartbeat had passes and he already knew he had been staring to long. His hands balled into fists at his sides, forcing them to stay where they were.

"Torian." She breathed his name in surprise and his body felt warm. The way Kaylatin had said his name… so close to breathless and needy, he wanted to hear it again and again. "Sorry I thought you were…" She finally seemed to notice his intense gaze, now watching her mouth as she spoke. "Mako."

She sucked in a slow breath of air and he realized he had taken a step forward. How quickly she had shattered any semblance of the plan he had made.

"Mako. Right. She came to see me." He forced his feet still, knowing he couldn't get any closer until after he said his peace. "Told me the story of why you guys like Nar Shaddaa so much."

She stared at him, seemingly at a loss for words before whispering. "Actually Mako hates it there."

Torian raised an eyebrow and watched as her ears went pink. mesh'la (beautiful) He couldn't help himself, his hand reached out and tucked some hair behind her ear. Fingers lingering longer than necessary. Her eyes lidded for a second and breath hitched, like he had just tickled her.

He made a mental note of that reaction for later.

"I just wanted to let you know I got you six, no matter what." It was hard to believe that only this afternoon he had been panicking about asking her a question and now… now he did what he had been holding himself back from for so long.

Torian closed the distance between them, one hand finally getting to rest on Kaylatin's waist, the other pushing around the back of her neck and into her hair. Taking off his armor before coming to see her had been the right move it seemed.

He continually forgot how much shorter she was then him as she now had to tilt her head back to keep eye contact. Their faces were only inches apart and he could feel her breath on his cheeks. She smelt like clean skin and something he could only describe as women. It clouded his mind and he could barely think through the want.

"Also," His voice was so thick he had to swallow to speak, "I never give up without a fight."

Kaylatin's hips hit his as he tightened his hold on her waist, pulling her as close to him as he could with cloths still separating them. And his lips crushed into hers, frantic and burning. This was a declaration of war, his promise to her that he wasn't going to just sit back and let her go. He had always imagined kissing her gently at first, both of them relaxed and laughing at something she'd said and it just happened. Instead his teeth nipped her bottom lip and he ran his tongue across it, the taste of her heating his blood. He wanted more, to go deeper, but he couldn't, not yet.

He had to stop himself, to pull away and- Kaylatin's arms buried themselves in his hair as she opened her mouth and attacked his tongue with hers. Her body arched into his causing her to let out a sound more high pitched then he had ever heard from her before. If he had though his kissing had been ruff hers was vicious. Her nails scrapped his scalp as her tongue curled around his, momentarily winning their wrestling match. Already both were panting against each other's open mouths, neither willing to be the first to pull away.

Kaylatin tensed, like she was about to jump on him. To wrap her legs around his waist and pull her body up his, to have her face above him. To ride him to the ground…

Torian pulled away, mouth and body, and help her at arms length. Panting she watching him, only slits of her eyes left open. The look on her face could only be described as a "Get your ass back here."

He was so tempted.

Instead he let go of her and took a few steps back, grinning at the annoyed look she gave him.

"Sleep well beroya."

beroya - Bounty Hunter