The Dark Academy on Korriban

"Hm, and how will you go forward in relation to her now?" she asks while her fingers play with his hair.

"I spoke with Lord Zash about how to move forward, before I had with you on that last night on Yavin. Observation for now," he explains. "Just see how things play out. Things could turn out a multitude of ways. But for now, to me, she is a chain broken away."

"Good... seems like you've found your strength to give you your victory then," she smiles pleasantly.

"Seems like no one is leaving this Academy without having been changed by the experience, one way or another."

"Something I had been looking forward to from the first day," he replies. "I was hoping for violence, danger and challenge and I found it in spades. Even met some great people along the way."

He moves to kiss her on the neck.

"Some beautiful..." Another kiss, higher on her neck.

"...strong..." He kisses her cheek.

"...amazing..." Next closer, to her mouth.

"...people." He presses his lips to hers, closing his eyes, and sliding a free hand behind her neck and running his fingers into her hair. His other hand grabs her waist to pull her body against his.

Shaisha nibbles on her lower lip as Zeno begins to caress her with his kisses, feeling her body respond to the touch of his lips.

As their lips meet, her eyes closes as she emits a soft and quiet moan, and her body follows his guidance readily.

"... I like this new side of you..." she speaks in a hushed voice as her lips part from his to trace their own path towards his jawline.

"I like every side of you," he says with breathy chuckle.

He pulls her tighter. "There's still a beast inside whenever you want me to let it out. Right now, though, I think you prefer the man in charge."

The sensation of her lips on his skin is invigorating and he can feel his passion rise.

"I do," she smiles and nips at the skin of his neck. "I want to take it slow, and feel eachother, rather than seek the quick satisfaction."

Her hands slid up his back, and unlike the last time, when she would dig her nails into his skin, it was now a loving caress.

"It wasn't that quick," he replies with a devious grin.

As he feels her hand he realizes that her outfit, while quite beautiful, did not lend itself to making as much contact as his own loose fitting shirt did. "But I do know what you mean. It'll be great to take some time to really get to know you."

As if sensing his thoughts, a hand moved to his and guided him to begin undoing the front of her clothes. "And get to know you too... without having the impending deadline of a Dark Council meeting to attend hanging over our heads."

"Not only is there no deadline to cut us off, I have nowhere else to be for the rest of the night. It's all yours if you want it," he says while he works slowly, taking his time. "I don't want to just take my time feeling you..."

He kisses her lips softly for a moment.

"... I want you to tell me how you feel. No peeking or sensing. Just you telling me and me telling you. I want to know you."

Her breath trembles as she inhales slowly. "I want that too. No tricks."

Her lips touch his.

"No shortcuts."

She begins to gently tug at his shirt as she slowly begins to pull it up.

"... To connect with eachother in a new way."

As she does so all of the fresh scars of the past few months become visible. Death's Shadow, blasters, rituals, massassi, lightning, scratches... old ones as well from shrapnel, cuts, and burns. Evidence of a man that apparently enjoyed throwing himself at anything that would challenge him. But his look told her that he wanted something that would touch him deeper than any scar. To feel something more than just physical.

"To know each other on a deeper level," he says says after her last words, putting a hand to the side of her face and just gazing into her eyes.

As his body revealed him, so did hers as the outfit became undone and parted the veil that kept her hidden. The mark from where Death's Shadow had struck her, traces of bruises she had recieved from her battle in the past against Magara-sha, fresh scars from the fight against the Yubashi Massassi, healing scrapes on her elbows and knees.

"Truth be told," she murmurs pleasantly, her golden eyes meeting his, "I've never been with anyone in this way... exploring the depths of someone else like this."

"I... it has been different for me," he says smiling at her. His many encounters with Jun-Tsu had been intense and extremely personal, both of the able to reach into each others minds. He had come to know her on such a primal and instinctual level it felt almost like they were one person. He couldn't really claim that he'd never gotten to know somebody deeply like this.

"But never like this. Never taking my time and listening to my partner," he ran a hand gently and slowly over the scars from Death's Shadow's strike. He could remember the vivid memory of the vicious attack that had struck all three of them. He found a way to push those shared experiences out of his mind by finding this one. Taking her hand he placed it on the scar left from the same attack. It was smaller as he had deflected some of the force, but it was there. He then put his hand back on hers.

"These ones... they are ours. So no matter what happens, who we get to know, or where our paths lead us in the future..." he smiles at her. "This one we share."

He glanced into a corner of the room that they hadn't been paying attention to and giant skull lay there as though it were looking at them, before looking back at her with that smile. "This is our first victory together. I want many more."

Seeing him looking at the skull of Death's Shadow, almost dominating the small room, she chuckles. "We are Sith now; it is now we will know our true victories that will shape the galaxy."

Her hand trails over his skin, finding the most recent scars left by the Massassi. "And these, we shared too on the steps of the temple. Not together, as against Death's Shadow, but still not alone. Who knows how many more battles we will see together, either just the two of us, or together with others like that. Who knows what sort of scars we will walk away with."

"I want to see all of you this time..." she plants a kiss on his bare shoulder, just above an old scar. "Feel all of you."

She can hear his breath deepening with anticipation, likely an indicator of an increased heart rate as well. "There is a lot to see, for both of us," he says. "I wonder if there is enough time in one night? Even if not, I want to use every minute of it."

He moves to his knees, pulling her up so that he can slide her outfit out of the way and off the bed, holding her close with one arm as he did so, feeling the warmth of her body against his.

Normally in a moment like this, she'd strip of her clothing fast to quickly answer the call of passionate urges. This time, she took her time in slipping out of her clothes, slowly revealing more of herself to Zeno as if she was baring herself for the first time to another.

She takes a moment to stop and show a pair of old scars on her right arm. They were many years old, and looked like large claws had taken a swipe at her. "Nexu cat... I got a bit too close to one as a child. Thankfully for me, not close enough, or I wouldn't have just a small set of scars as a memento."

Zeno leaned in and kissed the scar, felt it with his finger tips. "Thankfully for me as well," he says. The number of scars that Zeno's skin bore was significantly higher, which meant he usually had a scar in a similar location. He touches his own shoulder, near the same spot. It was clearly a burn and old.

"Overheating element on speeder, also when I was very young. My elder sisters held me against it intentionally," he says with a smirk.

Her eyes narrow slightly at that revelation, her fingers caressing the scar gently as her lips brushed against the skin. "I hope you got back at them for that?"

"I was far too young. They have eight years on me," he said. "My father silently encouraged it from them by ensuring they never received punishment with the unspoken agreement that it never went too far. They were not his children but he used them to train me in that way. They started laying off when I got big enough and we get along as well as any Deathwrights do now." He shrugs at that, before running his hand over her body to another scar, gently caressing it.

"I often wanted siblings, but if they had been like that when growing up, I think I would've changed my mind quickly," she chuckles softly, her body curving slightly with his touch.

Placing her hand over his, coming to rest right underneath her collarbone near her shoulder. "Lightsaber training accident. First time I held a training saber. Got too careless... but I learned my lesson from that. Both my parents seemed to encourage that kind of learning."

Zeno put a hand on the small of her back as he leaned in to press his lips against the scar, giving it several small kisses. "Experience is an excellent teacher. I had similar encouragement."

She smiles, her hands in return searching his body. "And did that encouragement leave you with similar scars?" she asks as her hips shift her weight to stand closer to him.

He takes her hand and guides it dow to just above his belt line on the right side of his abdomen. There was another old scar there that looked a bit jagger. "Be careful on your first speeder." He then guides her other hand to a similar spot on his back.

"I wasn't prepared for the speed. When I came off I landed on a long piece of metal. Went clean through. A week in the hospital."

The fingers touch lightly on the scars as she kneels down to gently kiss the scar on the right side of his abdomen.

"And still you drive like a madman?"