The Dark Academy on Korriban

The sith-blood stepped back as well into his stance and began a series of strikes and sweeps, the glow of the blade leaving after images in the light. His movements were precise and quick, more so than he even was with the ancient blade. Eventually he comes to a halt after a flip next to the tukata corpse.

He takes the head in one swift sweep.before lifting it from the ground. "Something to remember a wonderful night by," he says as he stalks towards her, blade and head in hands. When he gets close enough he leans in and kisses her with passion and force.

She had watched his display of prowess, appreciating his controlled strength and precise dexterity. Unfettered, as he was, she noted again that powerful feline nature, like a hunting Zhanoxian Nexu. Again transfixed by the savage beauty of it all, she put forth no resistance to Zeno's advances resting her fingertips along the base of his spine.

She held their embrace for a moment then broke away with her own savage smirk, "Vhen you kill vith it, zhink of me."

"I most definitely will," he says with a wicked smile. "We have somewhere to be soon, but I'd rather be out here under the dark sky bringing bloodshed and violence with you.

The sound of his saber's humming ceases. "Have another taste, for good measure," he says exposing the side of his neck for her, while pulling her tightly against him.

She bit hard into his flesh and drew back, her teeth adorned with his blood, "I hardly need do zhis to taste you."

She kissed his cheek and then his lips. As she drew away he felt that familiar sensation of life ebbing away. She stepped back, and those emerald contrails drew out of him and to her hands. It poured into her body as a soft corona of light. "I can tazte the quintessence of your being."

She smirked, without even looking, enjoying the rapturous sensation, "But I know you enjoy zhe strain."

He closes his eyes and feels it flowing from him, the weakness and hint of pain reminding him of the stress of battle. He then looks up at her. "You'll have to teach me to taste you in the same way. I can't imagine what it must feel like to feed on each other at the same time," he replies as his head bobs a bit as though he were drunk.

She slips back in close, like a shadow slipping her leg between his. Leaning in close she pressed her cheek to his, "Trust me it iz exquisite agony."

"I want to know it," he whispers back. She can feel him against her. The thought seemed to truly entice his attention.

"Ve vill have time, I'm sure. But for now, you vill have to learn to liwe vith deferred pleasures. Ve truly do need to be going, as greatly az I vould indulge more." Her glance fell as she pulled away and she turned with a pleased grin. Grabbing her satchel she sauntered to the speeder and leaned against it, taking in the view.

"It vas a perfect night for it."

"It was," he says as he goes to gather up his clothing before moving to the speeder, tossing all of his things in it before starting to dress once more. The numerous cuts and scratches from the witch are plainly visible and he seems to not be hampered by them at all, somehow maybe invigorated instead.

"And I hope we'll have the chance for more perfect nights to come. What other rituals do you know that we could arrange? Perhaps something specific to please the dark light?"

"Zhere are dozens," she watches with an appreciative eye. "But yes, zhere are ritualz meant to cleanse zhe body und invite zhe Umbră-Ușoară. Of course, zhere are ritualz made specifically for vhat ve did. Rites und ritualz to uze our passionz to inwoke zhe Umbră-Ușoară, to draw it into us zhrough zhe act und share in itz powver if only for a time. Ve hawe rituals und rites for eweryzhing. Name an act und ve probably hawe a ritual for it."

Her tone was self-deprecating but in obvious jest.

"We'll have to try that one with the sharing of the... umbra oosra? I butchered that, didn't I. Like that tak'ata..." he says with a disappointed expression. "I'll have to get that pronunciation down as well."

"But that sounds like it could be an incredible experience." He pulls his jacket on before walking to her and giving her a kiss, pulling on her lip with his teeth. "Make me feel more. Help me let it all in Jun-Tso." After that he moves to mount the speeder.

She mounted behind him, tucking her hands about his waist, "In time. You need to become accustomed to channeling zuch powver before you can zafely engage in zuch...purzuits. But zhere are otherz zhat can open you to zhe experience."

He grabs one of her hands and kisses it before setting it back around his waste. "Open away, my dark witch. Open away."

He slips his scanner goggles on and switches them to night vision. "Oh, by the way, hold on tight. And when I tell you, make sure you squeeze the seat as hard as you can. I'm about to take you for another ride that will get your heart beating," he says with excitement and mirth in his voice. "You ever been on a speeder bike while it was upside down?" He chuckles as he opens the throttle.

Her eyes went wide for a moment before the sudden momentum sent them hurtling forward. She clung to Zeno with all of her strength, and made sure that she was secured in her seat once she'd grown accustomed. In all honesty, she very rarely dealt with speeders save the simplest of jaunts through villages or from the palace to one of the out buildings. Otherwise, long-range vessels were used or she was carried, with her family, atop a mâncător, a large beast of burden on Korriz resembling a carnivorous turtle.

The ride was intense as promised. So much so that if she had problems with motion sickness it would definitely kick in. Not that he minded. It wouldn't be the first time he made a woman vomit from a ride on the back of a speeder. It was funny every time. Evenually he found the proper terrain feature and gave her the command to hold on tight. He kicked it in high gear and went up the curve that somewhat resembled a half-pipe. When it felt like they were at about 90 degrees he threw his weight towards the ground causing the speeder to rock a bit towards being upside-down before shutting off the engine and lifts for just a second so that it would spin all the way over, turning it back on part way through the roll so that it would reset and bring them back to an upright position. It took maybe a second for the maneuver to complete. The sith-blood laughed and whooped hysterically.

Jun-Tsu gave no such whoops or hollers. Instead she just pressed tighter. Her heart beat and the sheer momentum of it all gave her a light-heated sensation, but all the same she was not at all unused to such effects on the body. Whether through physics or through the Force, her body had endured rougher 'rides' than this.

Perhaps when it was all over she might marvel at his incredible control, his incredible skill with the speeder, but for now she was just trying to make sure she didn't come free of the vehicle as Zeno stunted his way across the wastes.

Zeno, then starts on a straight away. "What's my name?" he shouts to her over the sound of the wind.

"Desvright?!" She shouted the question not sure if that was what he meant. Still, she smirked at the idea, and had long thought it an appropriate match for his temperament.

"Damn straight," he says. "But I want you to call me Zeno from now on. Or cutie, or cupcake..." he laughs at the last two as they come up on a dune and he gets some significant airtime after departing the crest.

"Oh, but I do lowve to call you ser Desvright." She lowered her grasp, to rest closer to his hips.

"It zhrills me to zhink of you mein sawage zo refined in upbringing. Zhat you are a part of zhe great noble Houses."

A sigh escaped her lips, completely muffled by the wind, but he felt her chest raise and lower against him, "but I zuppose I could call you Zeno....at leazt in priwate."

He check to make sure they were on a long straightaway and slowed down slightly but not too much. He grabbed one of her hands and put it up on the throttle. "Don't move," he directed loudly.

And in a moment he slipped all the way forward leaving her in control of the speeder bike for about two seconds while he deftly hopped up out of the seat and turned around to face her falling back down onto his spot backwards. He leaned against the handlebars to keep them steady then took the throttle from her again now that he was facing her. He had a wide smile.

"Now I zuppose you're just showving off," she quirked an eyebrow as she watched him, staring into his eyes rather than at the terrain. "Avefully zure of yourzelf. Dare I zay....cocky?"

"Always, and never," he says as he puts a hand on her hip, keeping the other on the throttle. "We'll be there shortly. I didn't know how you felt about public displays, considering we never talked about it. So I wanted to get one more before arriving," he says moving his hand up her side and hooking under her shoulder before pulling her into a kiss.

"Probably not the best thing to be doing this with people around to watch."

He then goes about the task of turning back around.

"I hawe newver cared vhat otherz hawe zhought of me. I am Farro und do vhat I vill az my right. Ztill, I hawe not caworted openly vith anyv'one. More out of disinterezt in flaunting mein perzonal affairs zhan out of any modern zense of shame. I'we no interest in others knowving more about me zhan I vant. Ztill, I am not abash-ed. If you vish it I vill not ztop you."

"It is less about what other people think and more about giving others reason to pry and concern themselves with things that they don't understand." He pulls her hands around him. "Not that I'm concerned with that, but I wanted to get your take. I'm glad to hear that... means more time to enjoy each other's company during out time together."