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Post by Ali Hadrix on Nov 1, 2013 14:23:32 GMT -8
Ali looked up at the banner Crystaall Sehefadu had identified. It was hanging from a metal pole bolted into the stonework wall outside, some 50 meters away. Not far at all, a close range target. Ali smiled slightly, then hefted the Verpine rifle, drawing the buttstock into her shoulder and supporting the weapon with her other hand. She let her finger rest gently against the trigger, squeezing it slowly rather than pulling on it to reduce the amount of tension in her motions. Breathing in deeply, then out, Ali resting her check on the stock and lined the weapon's scope up with her left eye. She tucked her left elbow against her side, and brought her right elbow, which was supporting the rifle just below the barrel, inwards as well. Planting her feet should-width apart, her right foot slightly in front of her left, Ali breathed in and out again, landing the sights on the corner of the banner Crystaall had pointed out to her.
She continued her easy breathing, waiting for the breeze to die down. Just as the banner fell still, Ali let out a breath, squeezing the trigger on the weapon softly as her lungs emptied of air and her body grew as still as it was likely to be. The weapon clicked, a single projectile launching from the muzzle of the barrel and cutting a small round hole through the corner of the banner. Ali breathed in again once more, lowering the rifle and leaving the stock to rest against her hip like before. Looking over at Crystaall, Ali smiled pleasantly, pulling her cigarettes from the breast pocket of her top with her free hand. Cradling the rifle, she placed one of the smokes to her lips and lit it, then replaced the rest of the pack in her pocket. Drawing casually from the cigarette, smoke slithering from her nostrils, Ali looked around, enjoying the sight around her as Crystaall prepared her own shot."There was some news I had to share with you, Crys." Ali said suddenly, pulling from her cigarette again and setting the rifle down to rest against the courtyard's outside wall. She leaned against the stone, pulling one booted foot up under her ass, cradling her cigarette arm on top of the other. "GALCOM just sent down orders for an offensive on a series of worlds held by Force Users. They're working with the Mandalorian Clans under Ashrah Intalbo." Ali expected the news to be unsettling, especially considering Crystaall's alignment with the Jensaarai Order, though she didn't expect the information to impede the other woman's shooting capabilities.
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Nov 1, 2013 14:51:09 GMT -8
*Crystaall rose the E-11 rifle in complete silence. She could hear the wind from above the ground and sighed as the banner slightly shook. She watched it sway and kept her right eye in line with the iron sights her finger was lightly pressed against the trigger as Crystaall spread her feet apart and lifted up her left shoulder for more support on the barrel of the weapon. She tapped the trigger several times, watching the weapons kick to how hard she moved her finger. It took her a momment but she soon pulled back, letting the rifles re oil control her arm movement as it swung backwards and the bolt hit the other corner. It fell down, covering her expiremental weapons and she let her right arm drop to the side with the E-11 still in hand. She looked at Ali and shook her head.*
"I may have sworn myself to an oath when I was on Yavin IV for a month of training, but I dare not consider myself a Jedi of this time. I am still loyal to the Old Republic.... even if it is gone. As long as the Jensaarai is not under attack and Yavin is kept out of this, we should be fine. Yavin may no longer be my home but the Jedi there have no right to be brought into conflict. They aren't even prepped for a full confrontation as far as I'm concerned."
*Crystaall puased for a moment, and then glared at Ali with a deep thought in her mind.*
"Don't tell me you agree with that! I understand your loyalty to Mandalore, my captain imprinted that in my brain, but you have to understand that this is not the best course of action."
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Post by Ali Hadrix on Nov 3, 2013 21:45:46 GMT -8
Ali watched the banner flutter to the ground as she pulled from her cigarette once more, blowing the resulting smoke from her lungs and out the corner of her lips. Still unsure who was supposed to have one that little bout, Ali kicked away from the wall and sauntered over to the other woman, her hips swaying slightly back and forth as she responded to Crystaall Sehefadu's words. Smoke leaked from her ruby red lips as she spoke, curling in grey tendrils about her locks of long dark hair."I did my time, Crys. I served on Yavin for years. I've served elsewhere in the Galaxy, seen plenty to tell me that the idea itself isn't entirely unjustified. Jetii and Dar'Jetii have wrought ruin everywhere they go. Sometimes it's perpetrated by the former, sometimes by the latter." Ali stopped before Crystaall, sliding her free hand around the robe and rested it against the woman's hip. She felt the warmth behind the fabric of Crystaall's tunic, running her hand up the other woman's side, then back down to her waist, squeezing it gently."The idea isn't to kill them all, it's to kick them out," Ali muttered, her eyes focused more on Crystaall's figure than anything else. She hadn't been intimate with another woman in some time, and her need for it was growing stronger in light of the current direction the conversation seemed to be heading. Ali's confession of GALSAF's brewing plans broke operational security procedures, she knew, but Ali trusted Crystaall to keep the information to herself. There was hardly anything to talk about either way, all that she had been told was rumor and subject to heavy interpretation. And besides, Ali had no idea where the Mandalorian Clans stood on the issue at all, for no word had been given. Orders had been given, true, but in fragmented form, which meant any information was subject to alteration at a moment's notice. Ali didn't expect anything to come of it, but the rumors did worry her. An offensive against the Jedi would mean a great many things, and the implications it made were resounding.
Ali flicked her cigarette away, leaving it to burn into ash on the stonework ground. She lifted herself onto her toes and pressed her lips against Crystaall's for a brief moment, enjoying their warmth. "I don't want anything to change between us, not now. Not unless it's for the better." Ali muttered as she pulled away.
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Nov 4, 2013 9:11:58 GMT -8
*Crystaall took a deep breath and listened closely to Ali's words. 'To kick them out' Crystaall felt Ali come toward her and place her hand on her waist. She liked Ali, it was possible that a small part of her even loved this woman. She wanted to enjoy their time, not grow angry. She refused the urge to get more aggressive and took another deep breath. (It could be wrong orders or rumors. And the Mandolorians weren't successful the last time they attempted a war on Jedi. Of course this pit Jedi against one another. It was civil war. But, this order seems to be for ones that are over their own heads.)
Crystaall looked at Ali and frowned. She didn't like this, but she had to go with it, she didn't want anything wrong to happen between the two.*
"I understand these orders, though it hurts to admit what ever force user knows. We are an overconfident, self-righteuos group of people. A lot of us depend on our powers to get things done. GALSAF is supposed to be for the people, right? Well then these groups have done something to be against the people, whether they be Jedi, Sith, or a humble hermit."
*She thought a bit more on the subject, the Jensaarai was here for the people of Contruum. But she never saw any real trouble in the galaxy, or even on Contruum.*
"Ali, just promise you won't kill a Jedi without a single reason. They are good people, just a tad bit reckless and focus too much on their code."
*She smiled at Ali and wrapped her arms around her, sharing her warmth within the hug and then letting go. (Maybe this is a sign.)*
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Post by Ali Hadrix on Nov 6, 2013 17:22:00 GMT -8
Ali felt the warmth of Crystaall Sehefadu's arms around her, sighing gently at the sudden thought of laying with the other woman, naked and content. Her lips drew upwards in a smile and pressed them against the Jensaarai woman's neck before she pulled away. Crystaall spoke on the Jedi and Ali couldn't help but feel empowered by the support she received. Crystaall had amazed Ali the first time they met, on Bespin, her prowess and knowledge and experience all combining to form the image of the woman she wanted to love. Ali looked up at the other woman, catching her gaze and brushed a lock of her own hair out of her face."I promise. Not without cause. We treat all combatants that way, Crys. I don't know what this conflict will bring, but I'm glad to know I'll have you through it all." Ali's smile faded slightly as she suddenly realized how hungry she was. She rested a hand against her stomach, giggling slightly. "I wanted you to know I planned to take you out somewhere fancy, tonight, even though I'm your guest." Ali winked innocently at the other woman before looking back to the courtyard where her bag lay on the floor by the couch."And I made sure to pack something particularly...suggestive, to mark the occasion." Ali grinned, her thoughts turning away from the dark alleys of Galactic politics and towards more pleasant thoughts of the future she thought she might never have.
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Nov 6, 2013 19:23:56 GMT -8
*Crystaall raised an eyebrow at Ali as she walked to her bag. (What could she have in mind?) She crossed her arms and tapped her foot slightly to get Ali's attention as she went through her bag.*
"What kind of arrangement did you have in mind?"
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Post by Ali Hadrix on Nov 7, 2013 16:57:02 GMT -8
Ali bent over, not at all worried about exposing her rounded backside to Crystaall Sehefadu as she reached for her bag. Straightening herself, Ali set the bag on the arm of the couch and rifled through it briefly, looking for the garments she had packed for the occasion. Crystaall waited impatiently, her arms crossed over her chest and her booted foot tapping on the floor. "What kind of arrangement did you have in mind?" She asked, not sounding too amused at the surprise. Ali grinned, pulling from her bag a black dress. She held it aloft for Crystaall to see, a pleasant smile on her red lips. The dress was rather short and would cover little more than the higher reaches of Ali's light-skinned thighs, and had straps to hold it on her shoulders the cut down between the breasts. The dress was backless, the fabric cutting down to the small of her back.
Ali's grin grew as she showed the dress off to Crystaall. Reaching back into her bag with her free hand, Ali pulled a pair of black stiletto heels and held them up beside the dress. "I thought it would be nice to get done up all fancy and go out." Ali said gleefully. Ali might be a commando, but she reveled in behaving like a typical girl when she had the chance. Putting the heels down on top of her bag, Ali held the dress out for Crystaall to take and look over. "Hopefully you have something to match, I already found a restaurant by the Palace, though I'm guessing you've probably already been there." Ali continued as the expression on her face turned sly. "And…I've included something for me to wear later, though I'll keep that a secret for now." The small woman was beaming, feeling rather proud of herself and the somewhat surprised look on Crystaall's face. It was nice to be able to get away from GALSAF for a while and enjoy the time she had with someone she felt close to. Dressing up and going out might sound banal to some, but to Ali, who never really had the opportunity to do such things, it was an adventure in itself."I don't want this visit to be mired in talk about work and all the darker things in life," Ali muttered, without warning. Her eyes dropped to the floor and she bit on her bottom lip for a moment. "This is about having fun, it's about us, and I don't want anything to change that. Not now." Ali's expression brightened after a quiet moment. "I only have one rule, Crys…You can't wear Jedi robes."
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Nov 7, 2013 18:10:26 GMT -8
*Crystaall grinned and snapped her fingers as she began to walk toward one of the workbenches that was attached to a corner.*
"And I was finally getting used to wearing these robes again. I guess if I must where something nice, I'll pick out my ownly dress I ever bought."
*Crystaall stopped next to the workbench and pullex out a drawer with a folded black dress and black boots. She pulled them out and walked backwards into her meditation chamber. She giggled as she turned her back to Ali.*
"No peaking..."
*She slowly undressed herself out of her robes as she walked onto the inner circle of the chamber and stared at the collected crystals she had gathered on a separate adventure, slowly pulling her arms into the long sleeves and pushing her head out. Crystaall quietly unbraided her hair, letting it fall to her back as she raised both her hands, using the force to hold her hair up and zip up her back. She brushed the dress and looked at how far it went down, which was probably down to her knees. She took off her brown boots that matched her robes and pulled on her black ones and took her time fixing each buckle that went down to her ankle. She spun around on one foot, watching the dress twirl with her body. She lifted up her chest and fidgeted with it to make it fit and she slowly walked out of the chamber to show her the dress. While doing this she grabbed her brown cloak and pulled out her lightsaber, placing it on thw workbench next to her.*
"Do you like it? I'm not usually formal, or eat out, but I bet it can't hurt to try."
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Post by Ali Hadrix on Nov 8, 2013 13:40:18 GMT -8
Ali looked on as Crystaall Sehefadu retrieved a black dress and pair of boots from a nearby workbench, clutching them so as to prevent Ali from gleaning too much. Crys told her not to peek, though Ali continued watching the other woman until she disappeared from view within the meditation chamber. Ali considered stripping naked and changing quickly so she would be ready when Crys had returned fully clothed herself, but decided against it. She would still have to check her hair and makeup before feeling prepared enough to leave and besides, she enjoyed the thought of Crystaall watching her change into her little outfit. In silent thought, Ali chewed on the inside of her cheek, waiting for Crystaall to return. When she did, Ali's lips split into a grin. Crystaall looked wonderful in the black dress, which flowed to her knees, the outfit continued by the high black boots the buckled down to her ankles. She had let her hair out, which ran down her back in gentle waves, long and gleaming in the multi-colored light of the courtyard.
Ali lightly ran her tongue along the inside of her bottom lip, then bit down gently on the lip with her front teeth. "You…" Ali muttered, almost accusingly. "You look amazing, Crys." Ali finished, leaning forward and planting one booted foot against the edge of the table in front of the couch. She looked up at Crystaall, taking in the sight of the woman once more before a teasing look made its way onto her visage. Crystaall doubled Ali's viewing pleasure by twirling herself about delicately. Ali hadn't known Crystaall was capable of such grace, and her enjoyment of the other woman was only compounded by the gesture. "Now if you don't mind a quick show, I'll be ready in a moment…" Ali sighed, unbuckling her first boot, then the second. She slipped them off and left them on the floor, then removed the socks from her feet and dropped them as well. Using both hands, Ali gently pulled the sleeve-gloves from her arms, laying them on the couch before shrugging the navy blue shortcoat from her shoulders. It ran down her arms and fell onto the floor behind her as she reached for the buttons of her shirt and slowly undid them one at a time, exposing the pale skin of her modest chest and flat stomach.
Ali made sure to keep her eyes wandering casually, and avoided looking at Crystaall directly. She enjoyed watching the other woman out of the periphery of her vision, gauging her reaction to what she saw. Ali removed the shirt from her shoulders, tossing it onto the couch, leaving her top half naked and exposed. She reached for the fastenings of her skirt, smirking to herself and sliding it down from her hips, which she swayed back and forth slightly before the skirt dropped down around her ankles. Ali was left naked now, save for the black panties that hid her pleasure from view.
She reached for the dress now, ensuring each of her motions was precise and sensual. She pulled the dress down over her head, her breasts rising as she reached upwards, then settling as she arranged the dress's fabric over her body. Ali adjusted her breasts before slipping her bare feet into the black heels she retrieved from her bag, fastening each buckle with care and then running her hands through her hair, leaving her dark locks to flow back over her shoulders.
At this point, Ali allowed her gaze to fall on Crystaall, the corners of her mouth turned upwards into a smile. She pulled a small makeup kit from her bag as she watched the Jensaarai woman no more than a few feet from her now, applying a light layer of red lipstick to her lips before repacking the kit.
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Nov 9, 2013 17:03:34 GMT -8
*Crystaall stood there, watching Ali undress infront of her. She silently watched and put her left hand against her chin. Watching Ali strip, Crystaall's cheeks flushed red and she turned her head away for a moment, until she saw Ali's reflection through one of the visors against the wall. She closed her eyes and turned her head back, opening up her eyes once more to see Ali's bare chest. She stared in silence until she shook the thought from her head and closed her mouth, trying to hide her awe at Ali's form and watched her put the dress on and the stilletos. She blushed once again as Ali walked toward her, lifting herself in to give another kiss to Crystaall. She stood there as Ali spoke and slowly nodded, barely finding words to explain how she felt.*
"As am I..."
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Post by Ali Hadrix on Nov 10, 2013 3:08:52 GMT -8
"I know, Crys." Ali muttered in reply, her lips mere inches from her newly found lover's. Lover...that is what Crystaall was to her now. She had seen Ali unclothed, her eyes searching her exposed flesh, bringing them to a point Ali had not reached with another woman in years. Yes, she had known desire in that time, and sought to fulfill her needs, but Ali had almost forgotten what it felt like to feel passion for someone, and to know that passion was being felt for her.
Crystaall's eyes had averted their gaze as Ali had stepped free of her skirt and revealed her body. Ali might have taken the gesture for dislike of what she saw had Ali not been confident in her looks. Crystaall's flushing cheeks, however, had told Ali all she had needed to know. Crystaall was...new to the experience of another woman, at least in some respect. The possible explanations for such a reaction began to turn through Ali's mind, though she rested on one in particular, to better sate her appetite for fantasy. She allowed herself to believe Crystaall would need her to show her how women made love, and the thought thrilled Ali to no end, regardless of what the reality might show itself to be when the time for intimacy came.
Ali had watched as Crystaall caught sight of her once more in the visor on the wall, returning her eyes to Ali's naked figure. Ali had smirked sensuously in response, enjoying the attention her body receieved from Crystaall's searching gaze. Ali had watched curiously as Crystaall took in her small, pert breasts, the curves of her hips, the fullness of her lips. Ali knew what she had to offer, and she delighted in showing it to the right woman. Her skin was pale and soft, only her hands gave away the nature of her work as a laborer. Her legs were slender and midly toned, and not a single visible hair grew on her body. Ali saw in Crystaall something she had longed for: Passion. This woman wanted her, needed, every inch of skin, every curve, every touch, every kiss, that Ali had to give. And give she would, every part of her that Crystaall might ever ask for. And what Crystaall did not ask for, Ali would give of her own volition, to better please the woman she had taken as her lover.
Ali allowed a quiet sigh to escape her parted lips; Crystaall would feel the warmth of Ali's breath against her neck. The smaller woman smiled, stepping away and collecting a small leather handbag from her satchel, in which she placed her credchits and comlink. Ali twirled herself about slowly for the other woman once again, to give her a second glance at what she deserved. Ali was nothing but smiles now, so far away from the fighting she loved so dearly, silently hoping Crystaall would succeed in stealing her heart away from Mistress War forever. Ali looked up at Crystaall, her eyes drifting over the other woman's slender figure. Crystaall was more solidly built than herself. Ali had always been small of frame, though Crystaall was not too significantly larger. The Jensaarai sported a moderate bosom for a Human, as well as legs that made Ali want to wrap them around her. As pleasing as Crystaall's figure was, however, what attracted Ali to her most was her stories. Crystaall had such fascinating tales to tell, the type she had only ever heard in Holofilms as a child on Mandalore. Considering how fantastical many of her people's lives were, to be seen as a sort of heroine was quite a feat in itself. Mandalorians lived as bounty hunters, assassins, warriors seen only in popular media by most of the Galaxy. But Crystaall superceded everyone Ali had known growing up, her years were long and filled with knowledge, adventure, heartbreak, and passion.
Ali shook herself from her admiration for the moment, returning her gaze to the other woman's eyes, which contained stories of their own in the way they returned the light that struck them.
"I'm ready for you, Crys." Ali whispered, taking the woman's hand in her own, feeling its strength and solidarity as it returned her grip with much care. "I want tonight to be one you'll not forget. I want to be one of your stories, one that never ends."
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Nov 10, 2013 14:46:08 GMT -8
*She gripped her hand lightly, knowing how much pressure she could truly use. She could sense the passion from Ali's words and her movement, Crystaall noticed her own and smiled.*
"A story that never ends huh? And I thought I was good telling stories."
*She chuckled at herself and let go of Ali's hand and instead placing it on one of her shoulders. The warmth was still there.... that undying passion still breathed in her friend's- no not friend.... partner's body. (Never know if you don't try.) She told herself.*
"Well, shall we enjoy our night together?"
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Post by Ali Hadrix on Nov 11, 2013 12:02:06 GMT -8
Ali felt herself melt as Crystaall Sehefadu took her hand for a brief moment and replied to her words with ones of her own. Ali was quickly realizing that Crystaall's touch had a far more involved affect on her than she previously thought, and suddenly she didn't want the other woman to take her hands off of her. Despite being prosthetic, Crystaall's hand was warm and pleasing to Ali's skin. The emotions roiling within her now had a dozen different names. Safety and protection. Arousal and sexuality. Kindness and love. But Ali didn't want to name her feelings for Crystaall, she wanted to live them. Act on them. The Jensaarai woman looked down at Ali, her face soft and kind. Crystaall's eyes betrayed her inner thoughts on some level, and Ali could see that the other woman had shifted in her way of thinking about their relationship. She couldn't read the Jensaarai's mind, or see the words that were running through her thoughts, but Ali could see that she was now something much more than just a friend, or a fling. Ali meant something to Crystaall, a feeling she reciprocated in the form of another kiss after Crystaall spoke. Their lips parted far too soon as Ali considered how to respond.
Perhaps she misinterpreted what Crystaall meant by "enjoying their night," but Ali knew what she wanted it to mean, and so she lifted her once more onto her toes and kissed the other woman again, the passion in her heart expressed through the desperation in her lips. She kissed Crystaall again and again, sighing quietly into the other woman's mouth as her kisses were returned. Ali's hands rose to Crystaall's hips, holding them gently, feeling her curves beneath the soft fabric of her dress. Yet again, Ali withdrew her lips from Crystaall's too soon. It would always be too soon."We should go, I didn't make a reservation…we might not get a table." Ali breathed, wanting nothing more than to hear Crystaall tell her she could care less about food, for there were other things Ali wanted to taste. All she knew of Crystaall as of yet was the taste of her lips, but she wanted so much more. Her skin, her neck, her breath, her pleasure. Ali was desperate and aroused, a combination of feelings that led to thoughtless and exciting nights in another person's arms.
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Nov 12, 2013 6:52:48 GMT -8
*Crystaall nodded to Ali and pointed to the stairs they came down earlier.*
"Then we should get moving."
*Crystaall began to walk toward the stairs, while her hand slowly left Ali's shoulder. It instead grabbed her hand and gently pulled her alongside Crystaall. She grinned and closed her eyes, expecting a little surprise out of Ali from pulling her to her side. She hoped Ali wouldn't expect it. She knew she had a speeder bike hidden up on the surface and wanted to have a good time at the place Ali had chosen. Maybe she was a bit too eager. She didn't care... all she wanted was to be with this woman, even if she had return to her darker side.*
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Post by Ali Hadrix on Nov 12, 2013 10:44:34 GMT -8
Ali breathed out a sigh as Crystaall Sehefadu pointed her towards the stairs leading out of her beautiful home. What she had hoped for, what she had craved, Crystaall had denied her, for the moment. Ali glanced longingly back toward Crystaall's personal chambers, actually feeling glad she had been denied. It caused the anticipation of intimacy to swell inside her, and Ali relished silently at the thought of Crystaall taking such control. Ali was usually the one in command, her position within GALSAF was well established and she was comfortable leading commandos. But within her personal and intimate life, Ali enjoyed little more than relinquishing that control to her partner. It was an enjoyment she reveled in, one that was at its most intense and wonderfully unbearable when she was intimate with someone she cared for so strongly. Crystaall may have not intentionally restrained her from the pleasures she craved, but the effect remained the same nonetheless: Ali only wanted her more.
She slung her small handbag over her shoulder and stepped around the couch, her heels clicking softly against the stonework floor of the courtyard. It was for the best, Ali told herself, that they enjoy their date night as it had been arranged. Ali reminded herself that she wanted to have the chance to don the apparel she had brought with her to Naboo. The chance would have been missed had Crystaall taken her then and there. She smiled pleasantly to herself, excited that even when Crystaall didn't know what Ali wanted, she was still giving it to her.
Ali made for the doorway, Crystaall's hand slipping from her shoulder and taking her's in its soft grip. The Jensaarai woman pulled her close, until their hips met. The movement caused Ali to stumble slightly in surprise, pressing her even more so against Crstyaall's slender body. Ali giggled out loud, turning to face Crystaall as they neared the stairwell. She continued stepping carefully backwards, taking her lover's other hand. Ali stopped just inside the doorway, raising herself onto the first step to bring herself level with her partner. She remained silent for a brief moment, taking in the silhouette of the other woman before she leaned forward and kissed her deeply once more, taking Crystaall's hips into her hands.
They broke moments later, and Ali gave her hand back to Crystaall as if it belonged to her. And indeed it did. Ali's hands were Crystaall's now, her lips, her breasts, her thighs, her thoughts, her words…Ali wanted to give them all away to this woman, to own them and protect them, as long as they were together.The pair made it to the top of the stairwell before Ali stopped them once again, the dimming light of the dying day bathing their bodies in warmth and orange light. Ali looked down at her feet for a moment, thinking of what to say. When she looked back up at her lover, her friend, her partner, she couldn't resist another smile. "I'm yours, Crys." She murmured, stepping back and looking down at herself. She was presenting herself to Crystaall, as one would present a gift. "I'm yours, and I want you to want me." Ali pursed her lips slightly, feeling confident that Crystaall indeed wanted her. But to Ali it was more than that. She wanted to be owned, she wanted Crystaall to own her body, mind and heart. Not in the sense that one owns property, or things, but in the sense that Ali belonged to her. Because she knew that by now, Ali belonged with her."I want you to…own me." Ali all but whispered. She had enjoyed the intimacy of many women in her life, but Ali had scarcely found lovers capable of exerting that sense of control and ownership over her, even when they shared their bodies. Most were uncomfortable with the notion, for it brought to mind more negative and immoral preconceptions of ownership. Ali was a free woman, but she relished the chance to submit herself to her partner. It made her feel as safe as when she was wrapped in Crystaall's powerful arms, knowing that she was taken care of. That such strength would never fail. At the back of her mind, Ali remembered what Crystaall had told her of her Dark Sider past. Ali knew plenty about the Jedi and the Sith, and knew what each side was capable of. But Ali grew up without the dogmatic, discriminatory view of the Dark Side or its followers that the Jedi maintained and she couldn't bring herself to see their perspectives as inherently evil. A part of her hoped Crystaall's darker side would allow her to better exemplify this ownership of her body and soul that she so desperately craved. She wanted to be wanted. She needed to be owned. To be a real part of Crystaall's life, so that when she told her stories to the rest of the Galaxy, Ali would be a part of them.
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Nov 13, 2013 5:08:23 GMT -8
*Crystaall listened silently as Ali stopped them on the stairs. A bright orange light reflected off the stone walls. It was some-what romantic. She stood there thinking. She knew what she wanted for herself, but this woman... this partner who has in common a love for what she loves. Combat. But this is still new. A feeling she cannot explain.*
"I have always wanted you. And you will always be mine. I can't really explain my feelings, but I will always be here for you, whether you need a person to talk to, or an ally to protect you on the battlefield... I will be there, even if I'm not.... I will be here."
*Crystaall placed her hand on Ali's chest where her heart would be. She kept it there while putting her left hand back on Ali's shoulder and brought her closer, wrappung her right arm across her back. She leaned in to kiss Ali on the lips. She did it twice, and then let go.*
"I will always be with you. I swear this upon my own soul."
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Post by Ali Hadrix on Nov 13, 2013 10:18:57 GMT -8
Crystaall Sehefadu's reply to Ali's timid admission of her desire to submit to her ownership came in the form of a pledge. To be there for her, whether she needed it or not. To serve as a leg to stand on, or a hand to lead her forward through the fog of life and war. Ali's lips formed a smile as Crystaall pressed a hand between her breasts, where her heart ought to be. Ali knew what Crystaall intended by the gesture, though she had neglected to mention that she had been born with Situs invertus, which caused visceral organs like her lungs and heart to form mirrored from their typical positions within the body. Crystaall wrapped her other arm around Ali, pulling her in close for yet another soft, warm kiss. Ali gently took Crystaall's hand as she enjoyed the expression of emotion against her waiting mouth, placing Crys's hand against her right breast, correcting the gesture. Ali did not expect Crystaall to notice the meaning behind the action, but she reminded herself to explain at some point.
Now was not the time, however, as Crystaall's lips and tongue worked her own with a knowing precision Ali had yet to experience. Everything Crystaall did felt scripted, though not in a bad way. Her actions were spontaneous, but always…right on the spot. As if she knew exactly what she needed to do to elicit the emotions and pleasure in Ali's mind and body. The pair separated after a moment, and Crystaall spoke again, swearing herself to her lover. For the second time that day, Ali enjoyed the pleasant thought that while she didn't know what the future would hold, she now knew what she wanted from it, which was a life with this woman.
Crystaall's pledge was one Ali hoped to return in kind for as long as Crystaall wanted her. Ali had been discarded before, but had always known the confidence she needed to pick herself up and move on. But now she felt vulnerable, that this woman could actually hurt her. The background worry told Ali just how much she cared for Crystaall. To let her in close enough to actually feel the pain of losing her. It was a wonderful thing to experience, knowing how much she felt for this woman, and how much she cared for Ali in return.Ali stemmed her arousal for Crystaall, closing her eyes and breathing deeply before clearing her lungs and smiling. Her gaze fell on Crystaall, the sight of her strong, slender body wrapped loosely in the fabric of her dress causing a warmth to rise in Ali's pleasure. Forcing it down for the moment, she shook her head of the distractingly lurid thoughts that assaulted her. She would have time with Crystaall, and she would enjoy it. But now, she needed to eat. Her stomach growled quietly, and Ali snorted out a laugh, kissing her lover once more and clearing her throat."So, Crys…do we walk? It would be a ways, I think, but my stomach can't seem to wait." Ali joked, before desire struck her heart yet again. She allowed a sultry expression to form on her visage, and she smiled devilishly. "I want you on my plate as well, but first I need to fill it with food."
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Crystaall Sehefadu
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Nov 14, 2013 9:28:32 GMT -8
*Crystaall took Ali's hand and led her up the remaining stone steps. The sun was setting, which allowed the sky to set with an orange light and a purple horizon. (So much time has passed us by.) She thought as she let go of Ali's hand to grab the speeder bike. This small little action broke Crystaall's heart just a bit. She had a feeling that she would have to let go again once more. They had so much in common, and had bonded so well. She, however ignored this feeling and hid her tears at Ali's earlier comment. She removed the shrubbery.. wiping her tears, and pulling out the bike. She moved her left hand with a twitch, closing her 'fortress' with the force. After pulling the bike toward the entrance, she patted the back seat as she herself hoped on. She smiled at her small comment.*
"I believe we need to be somewhere"
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Post by Ali Hadrix on Nov 14, 2013 9:48:10 GMT -8
Ali felt Crystaall Sehefadu's hand slip out of hers, not at all bothered by the separation of their bodies. She caught the sadness flash across Crys's face for the briefest of moments, before she wiped it from her eyes and sealed her home with the flick of her hand. Crystaall reached for a series of loose branches and shrubs that revealed the speeder bike beneath them. Patting the rear seat, Crystaall glanced over at Ali and said with a tentative smile, "I believe we need to be somewhere." Ali smiled pleasantly in return, sauntering over to the bike with a sway of her hips and hiking her short dress up to her hips, just barely revealing the scant panties she wore, hoping the teasing gesture might lift her lover's spirits. She didn't know what Crystaall was thinking at the moment that had caused such sadness, though Ali could tell it was a result of dark thoughts that brought proverbial rain clouds over Crystaall's feelings for her. Ali was glad to be free of Crystaall's hand in that moment, though only because she knew something better lay ahead. The moment came where Crystaall swung herself onto the front seat of the speeder bike, and Ali sidled herself forward, pressing the front of her body against the back of Crystaall's. She gently ran her naked legs against Crys's, the pleasure between her legs likewise felt the warmth of the small of Crystaall's back. She rested forward, her stomach and breasts falling against Crystaall's as well. Ali gently wrapped her bare arms around Crystaall's waist, holding her tightly, for comfort as well as security. Ali smiled, kissing Crystaall's neck lightly before laying her cheek against the woman's shoulder."Let's get going, Crys." She murmured into her lover's ear, feeling much happier with her body resting against Crystaall's than simply having her hand.
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Crystaall Sehefadu
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Nov 14, 2013 16:47:13 GMT -8
*Crystaall nodded and revved the ignition on the bike. Once it started up she launched it forward. She felt more relaxed as Ali settled in her seat and wrapped her arms around her waist. They raced through the forest as Crystaall dodged branches so neither of them would get dirty, preferably to look respectable at the place Ali had chosen. Once they left the forest they could see the bright city of Naboo with its many lights and the palace was illuminated by the sun. She slowed down for the moment to allow Ali a glance and then sped back up reaching the city within a few momments. She stopped within the city center near a rushing fountain of water. Crystaall looked back at Ali with a questioned look.*
"Do you know where th place is. This is Theed's center, so it can't be far off."
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