10-06-2018, 05:59 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-06-2018, 05:59 PM by Marcus DuBois.)
She had returned, saw what he had made, and had reverted to the intellectual. He'd understood. She lived in her head. Her flat had said as much. Her body- and what a body it was- neglected and ignored. It saddened him. A Sith was both, embraced both. So he tried, tried to turn bridge the two. Her desire was there. He could feel it.
The smoldering ember had been husbanded, as if hands gently cupped it, shielding it, fuel and oxygen added a little at a time until it began to grow. A flame. A fire. And then a conflagration. The brush of soft lips on his, the dying of words, the speech of her arms around his neck pulling him to her, the feel of her body against his firm and soft.
His fingers were deft and her gown puddled around her feet. She was radiant, her pale white skin glowing amid the stars, contrasting the dark material of her lingerie. A goddess among the stars. A goddess without adoration. Except that today, she had it.
Malik grumbled but he ignored him. He always wanted to run things. But not today. He pulled her to him, enfolded her in his arms, felt the smooth of her back before picking her up, sweeping her legs up, her arms around his neck, and carried her to her bed.
It was her and only her, he saw. Her and only her that existed at this moment. The Force enhanced every touch, the softness of her skin against his chest making the smoothest of silks seem sandpaper; every twitch of muscle, of arm or leg; every movement of head and hands a symphony; the scent of her, fogging his mind.
Malik whispered There is only passion. A lullaby.
Smell her.Taste her. Come to know her as only you can, for she is yours, and she is precious. A song.
She was precious. And she was his.
The smoldering ember had been husbanded, as if hands gently cupped it, shielding it, fuel and oxygen added a little at a time until it began to grow. A flame. A fire. And then a conflagration. The brush of soft lips on his, the dying of words, the speech of her arms around his neck pulling him to her, the feel of her body against his firm and soft.
His fingers were deft and her gown puddled around her feet. She was radiant, her pale white skin glowing amid the stars, contrasting the dark material of her lingerie. A goddess among the stars. A goddess without adoration. Except that today, she had it.
Malik grumbled but he ignored him. He always wanted to run things. But not today. He pulled her to him, enfolded her in his arms, felt the smooth of her back before picking her up, sweeping her legs up, her arms around his neck, and carried her to her bed.
It was her and only her, he saw. Her and only her that existed at this moment. The Force enhanced every touch, the softness of her skin against his chest making the smoothest of silks seem sandpaper; every twitch of muscle, of arm or leg; every movement of head and hands a symphony; the scent of her, fogging his mind.
Malik whispered There is only passion. A lullaby.
Smell her.Taste her. Come to know her as only you can, for she is yours, and she is precious. A song.
She was precious. And she was his.