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Nikali and Theron for @ainyan : D Thank you for chose me and for patience with my chaotic ass. It was nice challenge to work with background
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Tell me what kind of motifs (plants, animals, elements, etc) you think suit my WoLs, my OTPs, and/or my OT3s. :D Pick and choose; feel free to go wild. I'm curious to know what you would associate with my babies. <3
#ask prompt#motifs#kalicred#cipcir#bnuuies in love#space jam#space cowboys#kal'istae miurani#ciprys dreamweaver#kyszarin asyret#szah'li khiyanto#miurani'kal'istae#cip'rys
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Some commissions I've had done this year <3
Top: Enyodragonfly from Artistree (Kal'istae x Thancred)
Middle: @theoasiswinds (Miurani'kal'istae x Theron Shan; Kal'istae x Thancred; Cip'rys)
Bottom: @thelealinhypehouse (Miurani'kal'istae x Theron Shan)
Behold my beloveds :D
#commission#commissions#ffxiv#swtor#kal'istae miurani#miurani'kal'istae#cip'rys#thancred waters#theron shan#kalicred#nikali x theron
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Send me character development questions! - Pick an OC. Then tell us what they thought the first time they saw their future OTP.
The first time Miurani'kal'istae saw Theron Shan?
He was a holo on a console on Manaan, and she was getting ready to drown. The only thing she was thinking was: A pub? Seriously? Even I can see the irony in this one.
Then she saw him face to face and in the flesh in that little office, and was vastly annoyed at the not-so-subtle tug of her libido. She had to admit he was cute - okay, he was hot - but he was still a damn pub... and SIS to boot.
She already had enough SIS agents in her life at the moment and couldn't really handle - or risk - a second.
But damn if she wasn't tempted enough to test the waters - and reluctantly amused that he tested right back.
I can't wait to hear the punchline of this cosmic joke...
Turns out, she's still waiting.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars Legends: The Old Republic (Video Game)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Female Imperial Agent | Cipher Nine/Theron Shan
Characters: Darth Marr, Lana Beniko, Vector Hyllus
Series: Part 1 of Kal'istae, Imperial Ghost
Summary:
After the events of Ziost, ex-Imperial Agent Kal'istae needs some downtime before she joins Darth Marr in their hunt for the resurrected Emperor. She's not the only one looking to get away for a while.
Since I’m playing SW:TOR right now because 7.3 hit and I have to catch up, have some fic.
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word game: refrain!
Have some Nikali and Theron <3
His hands were soft as he drew off her jacket, her holsters and weapons. She felt the air stir as he came around in front of her, felt the gentle tug of cloth as he began to unbutton her shirt. When his fingers skimmed her bare skin, she shivered, skin pebbling beneath his fingertips, and his chuckle sounded, deep and satisfied in her ears. He unsnapped her belt, her pants, then knelt before her to lift one foot then the other, pulling free her boots. She heard her holdout blaster hit the floor, heard his sigh as he batted it to the side, and managed somehow to refrain from smirking.
Send me a word (or more) and I'll find you a fic that contains it!
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Find the Words
I was tagged by @mxkelsifer to find the words flame, mischief, sun, and alone in any of my fics.
Tagging: @sasslett, @writerman, @eorzeashan, @autumnslance, @irisopranta, @otherworldseekers, @starrysnowdrop, and anyone else who wants to.
Words: Survive, Machine, Enchant, and Oblivious
Flame
When they finally parted, Kal’istae’s breath gasped out, and Saganu fought to catch his own. The hand in her hair slowly untangled from the midnight-blue strands, skimming down along her spine to join the other at her waist. Her fingers plucked at the tunic beneath them as she stared up into his scarlet eyes across the brief distance between them. “Forgive me,” he repeated, the words naught but a soft murmur.
“What should I be forgiving, my lord?” Kal’istae wondered - the first apology, perhaps, had been expected; but given her clearly welcoming response to his kiss, the second one puzzled her, and she unbent enough to let him see her confusion.
Saganu’s hands tightened at her waist, then he dropped his arms away, turning to gaze out at the starlines streaming towards them as the shuttle hurdled through hyperspace towards its final destination. “I saw your message on the Holonet. The one you sent out to your… advisor. It’s why I put my people to looking for him, and how he was discovered on Copero.”
Kal’istae remained confused for a moment longer, then stiffened in realization. “Ah,” she breathed in understanding, and watched his shoulders bunch beneath the light fabric of his uniform. “You mean to Th- Theron.” She choked on the name, one hand rising to her throat.
I love you, Theron. Come home.
“I came out of friendship and respect for the extraordinary efforts of a woman I admire. I came to show solidarity for a member of my House. I did not come to rekindle old flames,” Saganu murmured, still gazing out of the viewport. “Then I saw you there - alone, without the cadre of guards your rank demanded, showing faith in the Ascendancy after all of these years. I saw you there, as I did when you stood before me on Hoth, filled with the righteous fire of resolve, even in the face of circumstances such as these. My Red Flame.”
Mischief
“My beautiful sapling, why do you linger outside the gates of my home? You know that you are always welcome within the walls of the castle.”
Turning, Kal'istae grinned at Titania, genuinely pleased to see the pixie king. Their own face radiated pleasure upon seeing their oath-bound companion, and they gestured in welcome. “Yes, thank you,” the au ra said politely, “but I did not wish to disturb your peace with talk of favors and bargains. I thought it best to wait until you were ready to speak.”
Titania’s eyebrows rose. “Do you finally admit that you need me?” they replied, the imp of mischief glittering in their eyes.
Kal'istae wrinkled her nose. “It would not be the first time,” she replied drolly. “But I might well have need of your particular expertise, my beautiful branch,” and she bit back a grin as Titania preened.
“Very well,” the pixie responded. “In what way can we aid you?”
Kal'istae was quiet for a long moment, turning away and gazing out over the rainbows and mists of Il Mheg. Finally, she sighed. “You visit my world through dreams - that is how you speak with my retainers, and how you told Tataru what kind of gear the Archons would need to suit their new roles.” She fell silent.
Feo Ul floated up to her side, the personality of Titania suppressed as the pixie considered the words of their dearest companion. Finally, they nodded. “That is correct. Distance is of no matter to dreams - they can reach as far as they need to.”
Kal'istae twisted her fingers before her as she stared at the fields of flowers glowing in the moonlight. “Could you - would it be possible to bring two dreamers together in one dream?”
Sun
The sun’s caress was gentle, the sand crunching beneath her boots as she walked along the ocean’s edge, tracing the tide with her footsteps. She wasn’t quite certain when she’s gotten here - how she’d gotten here - where, exactly, here was; all she knew was that, for the first time in what felt like forever, she was at peace. The sky was clear, no ash and smoke to choke out the sun. The stiff breeze smelled of salt and sand and exotic spices, no hint of the too familiar blood and decay. The landscape was unmarred by the charred hulks of destroyed buildings and vehicles, unsullied with the bloating corpses of enemy and ally. She inhaled the scents of summer, of sea and solace, and exhaled them on a long, contented sigh.
“Siha.” The word made her start and stumble in the soft sand, arms flung out to catch herself as her knees hit the ground. She looked up, up, into huge, dark eyes set in a green scaled face. Silently, he knelt before her, reaching out to gently cup her face in his hands as he smiled. “Siha,” he murmured again, before leaning in to press his mouth against her slack, unresisting lips.
When she didn’t respond immediately to his kiss, he pulled back, confusion clouding his gaze. “Siha?” The third repetition of the nickname broke through her stunned stasis and she recoiled back from his touch, falling back into the sand and crab-walking backwards away from him. He watched her, understanding dawning across his alien features, a sad smile curving his lips. “Ah. I should have realized.”
“You can’t - Thane? You’re - I saw you…” Trailing off, she dropped heavily to the sand, green eyes staring in shock at the man kneeling only feet from her. “I saw you,” she whispered again, voice choking. As he eased closer, she tensed, closing her eyes and turning her head away from the bittersweet sight of his face.
Alone
G’raha turned and stepped up to Thancred. The gunbreaker lifted his head, his eyes wary as the scarlet-eyed miqo’te approached. In silence, the mage offered out the plush in his hands, and Thancred reached for it, his fingers trembling. “She still sleeps with it, when I’m not in her bed,” the Exarch said gently. “She misses you, Thancred.”
The hyur gave a despairing laugh as he turned the plush of himself over and over. “She showed no hesitation when she left me,” he replied bitterly. “So long, and thanks for all the kisses. I still don’t know why. I still don’t understand what went wrong.”
The Exarch turned away again, wandering restlessly about the room. “I don’t think she does, either. She’s convinced herself it was you who left her; or,” he corrected himself when Thancred angrily opened his mouth, “rather that when she left you, it was only what you wanted. And when you didn’t try to stop her, it only confirmed her belief.”
The plush hyur went sailing through the air, smacking against the wall and landing face-first on the bed. “I didn’t have a chance!” Thancred bellowed. “She said her piece, gave me one last kiss, and walked out of the room and out of my life. When I tried to hunt her down, she went to ground among her adventurer friends, and they closed ranks against me. How could I stop her when she never let me say a word?”
The miqo’te faced down his rage with aplomb, and shook his head when he saw Alisaie peek around the corner. She swallowed and darted away again, leaving them alone. G’raha Tia gazed into Thancred’s anguished face and felt his heart ache with compassion. He, too, understood what it was to yearn for a woman determined to let no one close enough to care. “I will not offer excuses in her stead…”
#tagged#tagging#ffxiv#mass effect#swtor#kal'istae miurani#miurani'kal'istae#liandyn shepard#g'raha tia#thancred waters#feo ul#thane krios#aristocra saganu
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Although this blog focuses mainly on FFXIV, and in particular on my main RP character Kal’istae Miurani, she’s not actually the first Kal’istae. Anyone who is familiar with the setting of SWTOR and the Imperial Agent storyline might well recognize her surname.
May I introduce you to Miurani’kal’istae, Chiss Imperial Agent? She’s the original Kal’istae, and her name has followed me through a number of different games, supplanting Ainyan as my go-to on the strength of the incredible world building of SWTOR and the rich resources BioWare gave me to create a character that lives far beyond the reaches of her game.
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Fluff-uary #3: Mutual Pining
So, Lana says you’re locked in carbonite. They’re trying to get you out. I want to be there, but they’ve got me running around…
Grimacing, Theron hit the backspace, erasing that last line. That first line. The blank screen stared up at him, the blinking block of the cursor flashing at him reprovingly. Why was it so hard to write one damn letter? Just a little note, a reminder that even though he wasn’t in sight, he was still out there.
And why did it matter so much, anyway? It’s not like they’d been dating or anything. Hells, it was a stretch to call them friends. She was an Imp, and he was a Pub, and like oil and water or loth cats and kath hounds, they simply didn’t mix. It was breaking a hundred interstellar laws every time he so much as thought of her.
It was a shame he liked breaking the rules so often.
With a soft mutter, he swiped the screen off and rose, pacing restlessly around the small, cramped apartment. At least it wasn’t the rathole on Coruscant, this time - in fact, the Corellian flat was actually rather nice. The agent who owned it had gone missing early in the invasion and he’d moved to secure it before anyone else could. Now it served as a bolthole for himself or any of his trusted sources who needed a quick layover.
Not that he had many of those left.
Irritated by the turn of his thoughts, Theron reached inside his jacket, slipping his fingers into the secret pocket sewn inside the breast. He pulled out a holodisc and studied it, then thumbed it on and set it down upon the desk next to his terminal.
The figure writ in light was small and slim and serene, her gaze impassive as she stared straight forward. It was a mere holoprojection, an image formed of photons, lacking any of the vivacity that characterized her every waking moment. But his mind’s eye could paint the pale blue of her skin a rich sapphire, the washed-out pink of her eyes a lurid scarlet. His memory could bring to mind the scent of exotic flowers and icy breezes, the feel of silken skin beneath his hands, the tangle of midnight hair about his body.
Slumping down into the chair, he folded his arms on the desk and lay his head upon them, inhaling deeply. Who was he fooling? Not dating? Not friends? He could still taste her, he could still feel her, he could still smell her. She was inside him like no one had ever been, even now, five years after the fact. They hadn’t defined their relationship, but he’d be damned if there wasn’t something between them.
Lifting his head, he reached for the terminal keyboard. The screen sprang to life as his fingers touched the keys. He glanced once more at her holo, studying those sober, solemn features, then he began to type.
I’ve written this message twice now. Okay, more than twice. Kinda weird writing something that may never be read…
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… I might not be there - we’ve all got our parts to play - but I haven’t forgotten about you or our time together. I never will.
Damn the man. She balled her hands into fists to keep from thumping the datapad where it lay propped up on the table before her. How could he do this to her? She’d barely gotten her feet beneath her and her head wrapped around the fact that it had been five years, and he had to go and set her off-course again.
I care about you. A lot.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. There was no caring. There was only sex. Really, really great sex. Passionate sex. And laughter. Flirting. Touches. Kisses.
She exhaled, her breath shaky, and pressed her fingertips against her breastbone. The whole damn galaxy’s gone tits up, and there he was, making her feel things that she wasn’t supposed to feel. Maybe that was the point.
Scooping up the datapad, she deliberately thumbed it off, the last sentence of the letter winking out of sight, leaving behind only the faint, blurred reflection of her face.
She didn’t look five years older. She looked tired as hell; you could hide in the shadows under her eyes, and her cheeks were gaunt from anxiety and pain. But beneath the worry and the fear, she could still see herself as she was before this nightmare began. Imperfect though the carbonite process had been, it seems it had been enough to at least slow, if not completely halt, the aging process.
Perhaps that was why she was having such a hard time adapting. Why she was struggling so to acclimate to this new reality in which she’d found herself. Lana looked older, more refined. Less eyeliner, and hadn’t that been a bit of a shock? Still, perhaps it was hard to get face paints out here in the ass end of the galaxy…
Snarling at her rambling thoughts, she reined them back in, forcing her way past the exhaustion to bring them under some semblance of order. She didn’t give a damn about Lana’s makeup routines - or, right now, Lana herself, grateful though she was for the rescue.
Her mind swung right back around to Theron, and before she knew what she was doing, she’d thumbed on the datapad once more.
The whole galaxy’s lost its mind. The thing that keeps me going is the knowledge that you’re out there…
“Oh hell,” she whispered through lips curved in a bittersweet smile as she ran her fingers across the datapad. “Same goes, Theron Shan. Same goes.”
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Fluff-uary Prompts #3: Mutual Pining
OC: Kal'istae, Cipher Nine
NPC: Theron Shan
Locations: Corellia (Unmarked Apartment) / The Gravestone (Wild Space)
When: Knights of the Fallen Empire (between Chapters 5 and 6)
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(b/c i love hearing you gush about anybody really)
Miurani'kal'istae's father, Audrini'kel'asatis is the quintessential Chiss: Cool, tactical, and ready to give all for the Greater Good. She's a great deal like him - after all, that's how she ended up as an Imperial Agent in the first place. They wanted her, and were willing to threaten innocent Chiss in order to have her. Working for the Empire was certainly the lesser of the two evils.
Her mother, however, is almost the antithesis of what everyone expects a Chiss to be. Though small for a Chiss - smaller than her daughter, who is only about 162 cm herself - Audrini'shai'satoris is a firebrand, all quick movement, quick thought, and quick emotion. She's an artist, specializing in metal art, including sculptures and body jewelry. She does not hesitate to speak her mind and will scold and praise in equal measure and with equal ferocity. She is very much a 'Mother' figure and few are those who do not view her in such a light.
Nikali very much loves her mother, but is very much afraid of her, too. Ishaisa is a very open, honest woman (ironic in the wife of one spy and mother of another) who believes that there is nothing to be ashamed of in life - and that includes sexuality. Her frank nature makes her daughter very nervous - but secretly, Nikali wishes she could be more like her mother.
Fortunately for her, Theron is just fine with her being herself.
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what if i don't believe you?
"What if I don't believe you?"
He glanced over his shoulder, dark eyes lost in the shadow of his hood, his grin a pale slice of teeth across his face. "I'd say you're wise," came his rejoinder, "but are you going to take the risk that I'm lying?"
A frisson of nerves slithered down her spine, but didn't show in her stoic face or her scarlet eyes. "For your sake, you'd best not be," she replied, the very absence of any emotion in her voice screaming danger.
Those dark eyes narrowed, and his hands shifted; hers did too, and he grew still again, all too aware that what weapons were visible about her person were only the tip of the iceberg. "I'm not lying," he said sullenly. "There's no profit in pulling the tail of Imperial Intelligence."
Blank scarlet eyes held steady. "I am no longer part of Imperial Intelligence."
"Sure, and Hutta's a vacation paradise," came the sour response. "Come on, then. It's this way." When he moved, she didn't follow, and after a few steps, he paused, turning slowly. "What do you need? A holo-invitation?"
There was no quarter in those scarlet eyes. "Understand me," she said evenly. "If this is a trap, it will not be me who dies."
They stood staring at each other, the silence stretching between them, thin and brittle until it snapped, and he exhaled sharply. "It's not a trap. I have the intel you need. I swear it." He looked away, and his fingers curled in fists at his side. "I want them dead just as much as you do."
She said nothing. Then, "I doubt that," came her cold reply, "but I'll allow that you want them dead. Let's go. I want to finish this."
When he turned and walked away again, she followed him until the darkness of the cave swallowed them both.
What if we started with a question? Where would we go from there?
Thank you for the prompt!
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Tagged by @eorzeashan. Thank you!
With a muttered oath, she rolled over in his bed, clutching his pillow and inhaling deeply of the rich musk of his scent, underlaid with a faint hint of sex. “I’m being ridiculous,” she told herself, even as she continued to roll out of the bed, loosing the pillow as her feet hit the floor. She found her clothes, tugging them on, then looked at the slightly shabby room around her. Fighting against the affectionate smile that wanted to curve her lips, she strode towards the door.
Then, cursing, she backtracked and snagged the cushion from his bed, feeling her cheeks flush even as she tucked it under her arm, securing it. Activating her stealth generator, she stole out of his room and made her way back to hers, purloined pillow held firmly in her grasp.
Tagging @starscytheskies, @violet-stormbringer, @mxkelsifer, and anyone else who wants to participate. :)
#asked and answered#six sentence sunday#swtor fanfiction#miurani'kal'istae#she steals his stuff a lot
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🖊🖊🖊🖊 - one for every fandom you've mentioned in your tags <3
Okay. We'll start with XIV:
Szah'li, I'm pretty certain, is ace - which suits Alisaie just fine, because she really codes that way in my headcanon, as well. Neither of them is particularly aro - they definitely want in on the cuddles and hand-holding and just general romance part of a relationship, but neither of them has much if any sexual urges. Szah'li's had sex - he slept with Ranaa Mihgo, the dancer girl, but it was a kind of friendly thing and she's the one who initiated it and took charge the whole way through. He enjoyed it okay, but it didn't exactly ring any bells for him.
SW:TOR:
Satele Shan has a soft spot for her granddaughter, Ishani, though she's very careful not to show it when she knows anyone's watching. Both Theron and Nikali have caught her, though, stealing into the nursery late at night to cuddle the girl, and they know at least some of the Force tricks the girl has picked up came from the ex-Grandmaster, and not from the Enclave creche where she spends her days while her parents are working. They don't let her know they know, however - and she doesn't let them know that she knows they know.
Mass Effect:
Savannah and Kaidan knew each other when they were kids. Her parents, Hannah and Sabien Shepard, were good friends to Kaidan's parents, and they visited them on Earth once on vacation. Savannah and Kaidan hit it off well and remained pen pals up until his dust-up on Jump Zero. After that, they lost touch except for the occasional crossing of paths during the course of their respective careers - until, one day, they both ended up assigned to the Normandy.
Dragon Age:
Liandyn Trevelyan's best friend is Dorian, and Cullen not only approves of their relationship, he encourages it. After the events of Trespasser, Liandyn wanted to make a trip home to Ostwick, and Cullen suggested that Dorian join them at least until they reached her family, since he was planning to head back to Tevinter anyway. Neither Liandyn nor Cullen mind Dorian flirting with Cullen; although the knight commander has no interest in that direction, he's amused by it. So he's happy to have Dorian along for the ride.
And Liandyn happy to have Dorian come home, because she knows her younger brother has... leanings.
Send me a 🖊 to hear a headcanon, fun fact, or other tidbit about one of my OCs!
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I feel so out of place - all these other Imperial Agents are sighing over Hunter and I'm like... Kali never liked him. Even on my first playthrough, before I knew, well... everything... Kali never liked him. By the end she felt sorry for him, sure - but nothing about him ever twigged her as interesting or attractive. Not his looks, not his attitude, not his later 'bad boy' status.
Like, she was more interested in Chance than she was in Hunter. (I'm still sad you get a chance to flirt with him but not follow through.)
I guess I can see why so many Agents like him, but he definitely wasn't in Kali's line of sight. I'm not sure she would have slept with him even for the job.
Then again, she did sleep with Jordel Tlan, so I could be wrong. She'd probably sleep with anyone if it got the job done.
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Year of the OTP - January - "First Kiss"
Year of the OTP || Master List
January
first kiss | mission fic | fake dating | “whenever I look at you…” | snow | historical au
OTP: Miurani'kal'istae and Theron Shan (SW:TOR)
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“Conned a lot of imperial agents with phony backstories over the years.” Kal’istae raised an eyebrow and Theron smirked down at her, then winced slightly as the expression tugged open the cut on his lower lip. “Ah! I have,” he insisted. “And yet here I am, telling you the straight-up truth.”
The Chiss looked amused, crossing her arms and easing back on her heel. “So you say.”
He shrugged at her, and his grin was decidedly lopsided as he favored his split lip and the bruises blossoming on his cheek. “I don’t blame you for not believing me. I’m the enemy.” His expression sobered, as did hers. “At least, I will be again if we live through it all.”
Scarlet eyes snapped up to his, and even he could read the ire in that alien gaze. “You know better than to think like that.”
He shrugged, turning his own away. “I know.” He sighed, then gave a half-laugh. “Gotta say, though,” he murmured, his eyes sliding back towards hers, his smile sly, “I’ve enjoyed this while it’s lasted.”
Back on steadier ground - she didn’t want to feel compassion for the man! - Kal’istae smirked right back. “It has had its charm, hasn’t it?”
The invitation was clear in her cocky smile; but, it had always been there. Flirtation was as much a part of her kit as it was his, and it had been easy to play along when there’d been no chance of anything coming from it. Something had changed, however; there was a charge in the air, an electricity in her smile, a spark down his spine that warned that this was a corner he might not want to turn.
As he hesitated, she watched him with knowing eyes, and he could see the same internal struggle reflected in that glowing gaze. Damn, he thought, even as his lips spread in that trademark cocky grin, heedless of the pain of his cuts and bruises. When her own curved in response, he threw caution to the winds. “You could say that.”
It was even odds which of them stepped forward first. Between one breath and the next, she was in his arms, her own wound around his neck, fingers tangling in his short-cropped hair. He tightened his grip, hauling her up to her tiptoes, and closed his mouth over hers.
He’d expected cold lips and a stiff body, for a kiss without reason to be treated more as a burden than a joy. Too many spies - particularly the female ones - weary after days and months of using their looks and wiles to anyone’s end but their own, seemed to find no pleasure in even the most uncomplicated of affectionate expression. And the stories about the Chiss? Everyone knew the Chiss were…
Oh my. It was the last coherent thought he had. Her lips were soft and warm, her body pliant, molding itself against his as if made to fit. The hands in his hair gripped just this side of too-tight, with exactly the right amount of pressure. When her lips parted against his, her tongue darting out to taste and test, he could taste heat and spice and a hint of fiery sweet that made him think of a cordial, though he could not name the base. Twisting his fingers into the back of her jacket, he yanked her hard against him and sank into the kiss.
She’d expected stale caf and bad food. She’d expected bruising lips and grabbing hands. Most spies, in her experience, lacked subtlety when not plying their trades; as if unburdened by the need to seduce, they reverted to a rutting state. And to be fair, Theron Shan did not seem to her to be the kind of man to put much care in appearances unless he had to. Anyway, he was a Pub. Everyone knew Pubs were…
Oh my. Her mind skittered to a halt, trailing off into gibberish as she felt his mouth, firm and warm against her own. There was caf, yes - dark and rich with smooth chocolate undertones that cut the bitter and added a hint of sweet. There was spice, as well, a hint of burn on the tongue that left one craving more. As their tongues clashed, their teeth scraped, their lips bruised, she clung to him and chased wholeheartedly after the pleasure promised in his embrace, losing herself in the thrill.
Eventually, lung capacities reached critical and they parted, him with a sigh, her with a faint noise of regret. Untangling her fingers from his hair, Kal’istae slid down his body and took a step back. Theron’s fingers trailed along her hips before he pulled his hands back, folding them in loose fists to keep from grabbing her back. They stared each other, an unexpectedly awkward silence springing up between them.
Finally, Theron broke it with a half-hearted quip. “And they said I’d spontaneously implode if I ever kissed an Imp…”
Kal’istae barely stopped herself from blowing out her breath, hiding her lingering discomposure behind a faint sneer. “Perhaps by the time we reach Yavin Four,” she suggested, and Theron shot her a cocky grin.
“Not the most subtle hint,” he lightly rebuked, and she smirked at him, “but yeah. We need to get going.” He shrugged. “I’ll have Jakarro plot a route to Yavin Four. Who knows? Maybe if we ask nice, Revan will stop.”
He could see the retort in her scarlet eyes - it was exactly the same one that rested on the tip of his tongue. But she merely nodded and turned on heel, striding from the room.
As the door slid shut behind her, he exhaled sharply. “Stars. What was I thinking?” Giving a soft laugh of disbelief, he lifted his fingers to his lips, then winced as he brushed against his once-more bleeding cut. “Ow. Right. Business.”
It was all business. Right?
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Kal’istae paused in the curving hall leading out of the base and exhaled the breath she’d been holding on a sharp gust of air. “Flame,” she muttered, reaching up to press her fingertips between her breasts. “That was a mistake. And not one I’ll make again.”
But she took another minute to smile, committing the moment to memory, before dismissing it from her thoughts and returning to business.
It was all about business.
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18. Hugging your partner to warm them up when they're cold
Csilla was frigid; a wasteland of ice and rock above, with the only true life found below the surface. Even within the massive caverns that served as cities and homesteads for the Families of the Ascendancy, the temperature was nothing that could be called temperate. Theron Shan was used to cooler temperatures; Odessen was hardly tropical, but even in his thick leather jacket, he still shivered as he stood upon the balcony of the room he shared with his wife.
He had no idea where Kali was at; Tilanu had come and spirited her away this morning. Shortly after, Ikasti had absconded with Shani, saying that he and Ziivan were taking her as they went shopping for their upcoming wedding. He'd thought to find Saganu, but a quick check with one of the manor's servants had earned him the unwelcome information that the Aristocra had left before "sunrise" for a meeting with his sub-commanders in the Expansionary Defense Force.
So here he stood alone, on a world where he was likely the only human within a thousand kilometers. The view was glorious - the Miurani homestead was spread out before him, and from this height his eye could follow the lines and curves of the buildings, parks, and city spaces that formed the stylized flame flower that was the Family crest. The glacier that formed the sky was a rich periwinkle blue, evocative of his daughter's skin, and the reactor-sun that paced across the sky glowed golden, casting light upon the landscape below.
Beautiful, but so damn cold.
Shoving his hands in his pockets, he hunched his shoulders and started to turn towards the open doors leading back into his rooms, determined to find a fire and a datapad and get some work done. Before he could complete even a quarter of the turn, however, arms came around him and he felt the heat of her lips against the back of his neck. Sighing, he relaxed into her embrace, leaning back into her warmth. "You wouldn't be thinking of sneaking off to work, would you?" she asked, her voice edged in laughter.
"Not now," he replied, and she laughed softly, the steam of her breath fluttering past his face. "Mmm. You're warm."
Again, she laughed. "You're not."
Quick as a striking snake, he spun in her arms, dragging his own free and hitching them around her to pull her close. "Maybe not, but I think we can do something to fix that." He grinned down into those glowing scarlet eyes before lowering his mouth to hers and beginning to walk her backwards into the bedroom.
He knew Ikasti would keep Shani until they stole her back this evening. And Saganu's meetings could take all day. More than enough time to heat his blood and hers and warm up the old-fashioned way.
In bed. Or maybe on the couch. That one table looked sturdy...
With her laughter singing in his ears, he steered her towards the bed first.
There would be time to test the rest of the furniture later.
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