Seia's kiss on her neck burned like a brand, even as she pulled away just enough to turn Lorash to face her. In the light of the starlilies' glow, the burning coals Seia called eyes seemed softer than they normally were, if no less intense. Lorash hesitated for a moment, a brief stab of anxiety hitting her. She knew she wanted this, but she found herself mostly frozen in uncertainty. Not once had she ever been this close to anyone and she wasn't entirely certain what to do.
Seia closed the distance between them, hands running down Lorash's sides. "What's wrong?"
Lorash felt her blush get so much worse knowing that Seia had noticed. "I've never done this before," she admitted. "I don't know what I'm doing."
The laugh that fell from the sith's lips felt warm, not cruel. "It's a dance, Lorash. Just follow my lead." Seia leaned in and kissed her, catching Lorash's hands with her own as her lips burned against the younger woman's. Gentle guiding put Lorash's hands on the sith's sides, palms meeting bare skin as they ghosted beneath Seia's open shirt.
Lorash gasped into the kiss when she felt Seia's hands back on her body, tracing along the line of where her dress's lower hem ended and bare legs began. The sith pressed against her so close she could feel Seia's chuckle as a vibration of the chest against her own. Heat bloomed across Lorash's whole body as the kiss became more and more demanding, taking on the fierceness that Seia brought to every encounter.
As much as Seia called this a dance, it felt almost like a battle. Seia's lips left hers, tracing along Lorash's jaw towards her ear, even as her hands slipped upwards, following curves with a carefully controlled, feather-light touch that left Lorash burning for more. "Table, floor, wall, or bed?" As gentle as Seia was being, there was something less patient in her tone.
"I–"
"If you don't pick, asha , I will for you."
Lorash shivered at the sound of the Sith language. She didn't know what the word meant, but she knew it meant more than just a normal term of endearment. There was desire, passion, and reverence all bound up in it. She linked her arms around Seia's neck. "I'm following you."
Seia's smile looked positively wicked. "Then yes."
Before the rational side of Lorash could point out that it was an either-or question, Seia's next kiss drove all thought out of her head. They were moving now, almost waltzing back through the light of the star lilies to the nearest wall. Lorash managed to kick off her shoes in the process, just wanting them out of her way. Seia's hands were roaming now, sweeping up across Lorash's midsection. They had a way of moving delicately around wherever Lorash wanted touch, teasingly light and deliberately holding back despite the intensity of the kiss. They ghosted across Lorash's breasts, then caught wrists and pinned them over Lorash's head. Her thoughts flashed back to the cargo bay, when Seia had used the bind on her to pin her in a similar position. Almost as if in response, Seia's hands fell away but the sensation of being held remained. Lorash tried to move her hands back down, but found she couldn't.
"Seia, that's not fair," Lorash blurted out the moment the kiss broke. This time the sith was pressed against her body, fingers dancing down her sides.
The sith grinned. "No, it's not," she agreed, letting her gaze dip towards Lorash's collarbones. "You know how to get out of it if you want, Lorash. All you have to do is ask."
Lorash's blush turned incandescent. "And if I don't?"
"I knew you liked it," Seia said before tilting her head down, running the tip of her tongue along Lorash's bare collarbone. She hooked a finger behind the top of the dress's already low-cut collar, pulling it down further to expose more skin for her to explore. Her other hand sketched patterns on the inside of Lorash's left thigh, sending shivers down the younger woman's spine.
As much as Lorash's cheeks burned in response, she couldn't really argue with Seia on that point. There was something so tempting about just giving in to Seia, letting the sith do as she pleased. Still, she tested the iron hold again before gasping when Seia nipped at the top of her shoulder in response. "Seia."
"Mhm?"
Lorash tried to focus, but the hand sketching patterns on the inside of her thigh was gradually moving up. The slowness was absolute torture, especially with the ache building in her core. She knew Seia was absolutely doing it on purpose: the sith's smile against the skin of her shoulder was proof enough of that. "You're teasing me."
"Mhm." Seia's hum of confirmation against her skin sent another shiver through Lorash's whole body, the sith's other hand dipping behind the top of Lorash's dress to trace a featherlight line across her chest with the lightest press of nails.
As much as Lorash had been schooled in patience, she was absolutely certain she wasn't going to survive this. "Seia, please."
She felt Seia smile again and trail a line of kisses up to her ear. The touches became ever so slightly firmer, but still lingered close to what she wanted without actually connecting. "Such a pretty please, but rather nonspecific. Did you want me to stop?" Lorash felt the sith's hands stall on her body.
Lorash swallowed hard, trying to find the words. She knew Seia's grin was widening with every second it took her to scrape them together. "I don't want you to stop," she said as steadily as she could manage. It didn't matter: her voice had a tremble to it despite her best effort. "I want you."
"To what, Lorash?" Seia said, diction precise and crisp, a hint of goading in her tone.
"I just…I mean…" Lorash felt herself start to flounder, earning a laugh from Seia. The jedi padawan's cheeks burned. "I want you to touch me."
"I was," Seia said almost innocently, tracing fingertips up and down the inside of Lorash's thigh in a long, stroking rhythm. It was still too light, not enough to do more than make the ache at her core worse.
Lorash's hips twitched in answer, only to be pinned with Seia's leg between hers. The position was just close enough to hold the younger woman without enough pressure to help at all. "You know what I mean," Lorash blurted out.
Seia didn't budge. "I want to hear it," the sith said against her ear. "I want you to tell me how badly you want me. I want that please again, that way you said my name."
"I want everything," Lorash breathed out. " Seia, please, I need you."
It was apparently the answer Seia had been waiting for. The sith let her head dip, catching the gauzy fabric of the dress with her teeth. Fabric ripped and Lorash gasped at the rush of cold air followed by the heat of Seia's desire enveloping her. Suddenly it was lips roaming across her breasts, the hand between her legs sliding upwards with urgent purpose as Seia adjusted their position against the wall.
It was strange, how the sith could be on her knees in front of Lorash, but still completely in control of the situation. Lorash looked down, meeting the glow of those orange eyes with her own gaze. Seia's hand cupping her center made her hips twitch again, but she could still barely move to try and alleviate the ache of need. She knew Seia could feel the wetness through fabric just by the sith's knowing smile.
" Please ," Lorash said again, not sure how much more waiting she could stand. The ripped dress had fallen without Seia keeping it in place, pooled on the floor around her feet.
"I have you, asha ," Seia purred, pulling away underclothes with a few deft movements. "Is this better?"
Lorash arched forward when Seia brushed a thumb across the delicate bud of sensation that had ached so much for a touch, a raw cry slipping out. " Seia." This time the sith's name came out as a pleading moan for more. Nothing mattered except the next few moments, her sense of future wholly consumed by the way the sith was playing her body like an instrument.
She felt the sith's lips against the point of her hips as slow, firm circles against her drove Lorash halfway to madness. Then fingers slick with moisture pressed inside, first one and then two, in firm thrusts that curled and flexed in time with the movement of the sith's thumb. Lorash tilted her head back and gave over entirely to sensations, no longer able to feel embarrassed about the sounds tearing free from her throat. Seia seemed to know exactly where to touch for maximum effect, listening and watching attentively to every little sound and expression that crossed Lorash's face.
Lorash gasped and shuddered, feeling her release coming. The motions of Seia's hand quickened even as the sith placed kisses across her midsection, over quivering muscles and the frantic motion of Lorash's hips as the younger woman tried to take the sith deeper. It hit Lorash in a tidal wave of euphoria, body shuddering and shaking as velvet muscles inside clenched around Seia's fingers. The bind that held her hands in place and the sudden support of Seia's body pressing hers against the wall were the only things that stopped her from collapsing entirely.
The sith peppered her face and neck with kisses as the quivering ran its course, slowly easing her hand away until she was cupping Lorash's center rather than within it. "I have you, asha, " Seia said soothingly, letting the young woman recollect herself. "I have you." The bind loosened on Lorash's wrists.
Lorash linked her arms around Seia's neck, the realization of how exposed she was slipping in. After all, the sith was still fully dressed, or at least as close as she could be with her shirt open. "I–" She buried her face in the crook of Seia's neck, overwhelmed and a little embarrassed at how easily her need had gotten the better of her.
Hands stroked lovingly down her sides. "Don't hide from me," Seia said gently. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about."
"But I didn't…I mean…you…"
Seia laughed, the sound low and warm. "We have all night, asha ." She swept Lorash up into her arms, carrying the younger woman into the suite's bedroom. There were more bouquets of starlilies here, casting the room in a warm amber light. "Take a moment to breathe."
Lorash nodded, face still burning when Seia laid her down on the bed. The sith kissed her before turning away to take off her own shoes. The padawan took her chance to catch her breath, but as soon as she had it, she knew she wanted to repay the favor. She sat up, winding her arms around Seia's waist from behind. "You enjoyed that altogether too much," Lorash accused teasingly, mentally resolving to give Seia a taste of her own medicine.
"I will always adore making you feel good," Seia said calmly, as if utterly unaffected by the way Lorash was tracing circles around her navel.
Lorash felt the blush worsen again at the unexpected sweetness. She wasn't sure if it was ever going to go away, but it wasn't going to ruin her intention to break the sith's composure. She moved her hands, curling fingers and sliding Seia's shirt back off her shoulders. Now there was only the band of cloth over her breasts to take care of, and the pants hiding the sith's long legs. There were more tattoos across Seia's back, lines of script arranged in swirling patterns interrupted occasionally by scars.
The jedi padawan opened her senses through the Force like an invisible eye, trying to get a sense for what might work on the sith. The whirling maelstrom of desire was still just as present, if not more intense despite Seia's apparent calm. "My turn," Lorash whispered to Seia.
Orange eyes flashed like coals. "I'm not finished with you, asha, " Seia said as she turned, pushing Lorash back on the bed. The sith settled her body comfortably above Lorash, supporting her weight on her arms.
Lorash drew on a weapon she knew had been effective. " Please, " she said earnestly, voice still low and a little raw from the sounds she'd made under Seia's attention.
A conflicted look flashed across Seia's face, easily read with sense: the sith was internally debating what she wanted to do versus indulging Lorash. A vision of something flashed across the surface of Seia's mind, not guarded the way it usually was, offering Lorash a tantalizing idea.
"You said if I told you what I wanted, you'd honor it," Lorash said, arching up into Seia. Much to her delight, the sith exhaled a soft sound in surprise and the lids of those burning eyes grew heavier. "I want you to give me a chance to repay the favor."
Seia's lips twitched into a slight smile even as she tried to frown. "Using my own words against me, are we?"
Lorash hooked a leg around Seia's and used it for leverage to flip the sith on the bed, earning a laugh. "You deserve to feel like you made me feel," Lorash said firmly. "And I absolutely mean that torture too, you tease."
"Turnabout is fair play, I suppose," Seia murmured, amusement flickering across her normally hard features. She didn't seem to mind Lorash above her. "What do you have in mind?"
"I could ask you the same question," Lorash said, kissing the sith's collarbone. "But I know the answer."
Seia arched an eyebrow, apparently unaware that she'd let a desire slip in the heat of the moment. "Is that so?"
Lorash didn't answer, working her way downward with her lips, teasing bare skin with her tongue while her hands unwrapped the binding across Seia's chest. She turned her attention to one breast and then the other until she felt Seia start to arch underneath her, breathing hitching. The sith was much more controlled, but not perfectly so anymore. Even if it wasn't obvious, Lorash had a feeling that Seia had been just as affected by the turn against the wall.
The jedi padawan was immensely looking forward to breaking that composure if she could, and if anything could crack Seia's walls, it was probably Lorash. At least, that was the younger woman's hope.
She let Seia's tattoos guide her, following the vertical line down past the sith's navel with kisses as she undid Seia's belt and pulled away all the cloth that had been driving her insane. She could sense Seia's curiosity quickly transmuting to anticipation, stopping only when Seia's fingers caught her chin. "What are you up to, asha ?" Seia asked, the firmness of her tone sending a slight shiver down Lorash's spine.
"Trust me," Lorash said as innocently as she could manage. "Unless you want me to stop?" She had a feeling that Seia's curiosity would win out over her desire to control the interaction.
Seia hesitated a moment, the war playing out in her expression. "Lorash…"
This time, Lorash lowered the octave of her voice intentionally. " Please. "
The sith twitched slightly underneath her, a hint of that beskar self control cracking ever so slightly. "Very well," Seia conceded grudgingly.
Lorash smiled, a little bit drunk on that victory and Seia's presence more generally. She kissed the inside of Seia's thigh, settling between the sith's legs to the sound of a sharp intake of breath. Her hair was still in the braid, but she felt Seia's fingers touch the top of her head. The jedi padawan glanced up to see the glow of Seia's eyes had intensified. "Something wrong?" Lorash asked innocently.
"You cheated," Seia breathed, though she didn't look disappointed. Instead, the sith's expression practically dared her to continue on her course.
Lorash smiled. "Maybe a little," she admitted, feeling not at all guilty about it based on the heat she could see in Seia's expression.
Before Seia could retort, she leaned down and ran her tongue along sensitive folds. The tremor that ran through the sith's body told her how much Seia liked it. Lorash started to explore, adjusting her position slightly and following the cues she could feel in the muscles of Seia's thighs, finding the same bud that Seia had made such expert use of on her.
Seia tried so hard to resist reacting, unwilling to let Lorash win this new dimension of their so often combative connection easily, but soon her nails were digging into Lorash's scalp and the younger woman had to pin the sith's hips to the bed with one arm to stop them from rolling, seeking purchase as Lorash's tongue switched from eager to torturously slow. The strings of syllables rolling off the sith's lips were mostly in a language Lorash didn't understand, sibilant and dark as her grasp on the Galactic common completely came apart.
Just as she felt the quiver starting, the release building inside Seia, Lorash stopped and looked up to the sith, who was watching her every move. "What do we say?" Lorash teased.
Seia inhaled sharply, eyes narrowing despite the twitching of her hips. "Absolutely not."
"It's only fair if you use your manners too."
The sith took a deep, steadying breath. " Asha , if you push this, you are not going to be able to sit down tomorrow by the time I am through with you."
Lorash blushed at the implication, but soldiered ahead. "That's not as discouraging as you might think. Turnabout is fair play."
"You're about to lose your chance, Lorash," Seia said, eyes flashing in the light of the starlilies.
The younger woman understood what Seia meant: the sith would take back control and deny herself if Lorash tried to push it. While Lorash had no doubts she would enjoy that, she also respected the sith's wishes. She lowered her head again, finding a much quicker rhythm with her tongue.
Seia came undone with a gasp and something that was probably profanity in the Sith language, body shuddering at Lorash's touch. The nails that dug into her scalp smoothed to a press of fingertips and then Seia guided her back up to her arms, lips on Lorash's before the younger woman could protest. Lorash relaxed slightly into the kiss, only to find herself pinned on her back the moment she let her guard down.
Seia looked down at her, glowing eyes hooded. She hesitated, words building on the tip of her tongue.
"Did I do something wrong?" Lorash asked softly.
The sith shook her head. "No." She leaned down, kissing Lorash lightly and softly before pulling back to speak. Her expression was so soft it was almost unrecognizable. "Just…thinking."
"About?"
Seia's gaze suddenly couldn't quite meet hers. "How fortunate I am that you found me," Seia said. "How fortunate I am that I didn't drive you away despite my best efforts."
Lorash's breath caught in her throat for a moment, but then she rallied, catching Seia's chin in her hand. She turned Seia's head until the sith couldn't help but look into her eyes. "We promised, Seia. Until the end."
"I don't want an end," Seia admitted quietly.
Lorash smiled faintly. "Neither do I. So kiss me until we both forget about the rest of the galaxy."
Despite all of her weighty thoughts, the sith smiled at that and leaned close, stopping just short of Lorash's lips. "Say please."
"You first," the jedi padawan teased, knowing it would ignite that flame again in Seia's eyes.
She wasn't disappointed.