The Dark Academy on Korriban

She saw it coming, how could she not, but she played along. Not too eager but forthcoming. Her lips offered tenderness and sweetness for him to mould. She didn't mind making that concession this one time, for him to capture the initiative. Her curves pressed into him when their lips connected, and her fingers interlaced with his in a tight grip over her midriff so she could palpate the breath he was breaking and taking.

He welcomed the smooth satin-like feel of her lips against his. Chest pushed up against her back as he drew in a passion-filled breath. Fully content to lose himself in the moment.

Breaking lips, he smirked confidently and moved one of his hands to her face. His thumb gently brushed along her lips in slow circular motions.

"Much more of that and I'll be the drunk one." He said before dropping his hand to clasp her's again, and straightening himself up to look out the window while drawing her in close with the tightness of his arms.

She brushed the trace his lips and finger had left deeper inside her mouth by pulling teeth inward from the rim. Her gaze, when he met it in passing, was coated in a challenging glitter of gold, slightly feral. She was in control of herself but it was evident precisely because there was a lot to control.

"What's the worst that could happen? Is there something in you you're afraid of unleashing upon me?"

He smiled, "Perhaps it is the fear of losing self-control... I am a disciplined man... to throw caution to the wind and openly accept such affection is not in my nature. If I fear anything it is that I will become too infatuated with you..."

Then chuckled, "People can find my affection for them to be quite burdensome... what kind of fool offers all that he is and can do, in exchange for their willful submission of their heart?"

"A one whose loving is made of reflected starlight. A one who basks in the same infinite warmth he sheds."

She said it serenely looking at their reflection together. Her lekku climbed to his cheek and up, to gently comb into his hair. Her breath harmonised with his, what was easily discernible by undulations of her tape-wrapped bosom. Her curves did not fight him, did not try to impose their geometry on him. They blended in seamlessly like a piece of a puzzle.

"It's this simple, Syl."

He smiled and let go of his inner aversions. He closed his eyes as he felt her close against him. There were clear definitions here and there, but in many places where he ended and she started was not clearly defined. There was something delightfully simple about the choice to 'go with the flow'.

"Is that something you want Moyr?" He asked.

"I do, Syl. Part of me does, and is ready."

She let out a passion-laden sigh. Her words were coming out slowly, as if her lips were a watermill pulling out her emotions into a cascade up with every full spin.

"The other part demands to be cautious, smart, calculating, reluctant... wonders if you're not unintentionally lying to us both."

Her body had heated up already. She rubbed against him, perhaps involuntarily.

"No reassurances or excuses now. Tip me either way, baby. But take and own up all that comes with it."

He smiled slightly, "Let's work with the first part then... perhaps in time the second part will get quieter and quieter."

He gently caressed her stomach with his hand that wrapped around her, "I'm ready to face the consequences. Good and bad."

"Bien."

She acted outright, before he even finished speaking. Twirling back toward him in the narrow space of his embrace she tchin-tchun'ned his neck and pulled his lips down toward hers. The bottle slipped out of her hand, almost broke but eventually rolled to the side, spilling what was left. She couldn't care less as her only focus was him. Her own caught the lower one teethlessly, but the hold and the pull were strong nonetheless. Nimbly, she hooked a leg around his thigh and squeezed it firm, the pulled him into pressing her against the glass that divided them from the cosmos. The warmth of her closeness intensified.

When the 'flow' shifted to a raging current Sylvain rode the wave with the skill of a practiced waterman. Slyvain found himself pressing harshly into her lips, mouth moving furiously and passionately. His fingers interlocked with hers again and he held her hand extended and pressed against the glass with force.

His hips slid into locking position with hers with the aid of her leg. His warmth and energy bounced off her's with ever increasing intensity.

Breaking for only a moment his thoughts and wishes came out in the form of a one word question, "Where?"

"Ici. Non."

Her short, scattered, self-contradictory words (or more like: exhaled phonemes) barely fitted into the intermissions in kissing she allowed her lips to have. Her body, however, was decisive in a way her utter words weren't. With the support of the transparent surface at her back she lifted herself onto him, locking him between her legs, crossed at the ankles at his back.

"Carry me."

Sylavin did as instructed even though he knew not where he was taking her. Moyr was light enough to not make it extremely difficult to move around, but Sylvain watched his footing carefully so as not to fall down.

"Can't.... be.... my room....." Sylvain said between passionate kisses.

She didn't even care to stop kissing back when she turned the commlink on with one of her lekku. This was even convenient in a way because it saved her the need to explain. The rationale for the request would be acoustically apparent. She lunged into the very first idea that came to her estrogen-shot brain.

"Zeno. I need a room. With no Baes. Yours is free?"

Her voice was heavy, sultry, passion-laden, but it also carried demanding power of a Sith.

Lust and rage were adjacent emotions. Moyr managed not to unleash the latter yet. She wrapped herself tightly around Syl, putting her chin on his shoulder. Breaking the kiss chain made her more irritable.

I want an empty room. Yours is?"

A long pause when Moyr couldn't hold back and started rapidly kissing Syl's neck.



The receiver was close enough for Sylvain to hear everything. On disconnecting, she bit his earlobe.

"You've heard him."

She whispered with frenetic desire, then took part of his ear deeper into her mouth to suck and nibble on it. Her body heat was sending waves across him with the rubs she provided constantly re-adjusting her position on him.

Sylvain nodded and shifted her in his arms carrying her in a more conventional manner, hands under her knees and back.

He leaned down and kissed her passionately, "Let's go.."

The intense desire was evident in his simple reply and the purposeful steps that quickened to a near run. She'd realize the change in position was to facilitate his ability to move quickly.

She didn't talk, just locked her lips with his, and when he needed to catch his breath or find the way ahead she moved to his neck and ears. She tolerated no break in showing him her desire, turning it into a frenetic, dream-like experience. In a more traditional embrace she let her lekku dangle freely.

Soon enough they arrived at the room to Zeno's door. He put Moyr down and began typing in the entrance code with one arm still wrapped around Moyr's hips.

When the door slid open he picked up Moyr again and allowed her to wrap her legs around him again and walked quickly towards the bed, resuming their passionate kissing.

As the door slid closed behind them he jumped on top of the bed, putting Moyr on her back and he on top of her.

There were no words from him in this moment, only the flow of his passion as his hands began working at the wrappings that blocked her naked form from his view.

If he expected her to be passive and pliant he would be sorely mistaken. She used his preoccupation with her tapewear to lock him with her legs and shift under him in a way compelling both of them to rotate so she could be on top. All protestations would be quelled by passionate kissing that would reach whichever part of him she had managed to undress in the meantime.

But then, an electricity glitch killed the lights in Zeno's room, just for a moment. When the glow returned, the state of affairs was well beyond a PG-13 narrative.

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