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Ficlet: Moment Of Ease
Title: Moment Of Ease
Fandom: Star Wars EU
Pairing: Kit/Aayla
Rating: PG-13 for things getting heated!
Words: 367
Summary: Kit and Aayla ignore ghosts for one night. Written forkimouski.
There is no emotion; there is peace.
Yet, Aayla has memories that burn, and she wears some of those memories on her skin.
But there's no burn now as Kit's hands move along her body, soothing as the Force itself. Too soothing, almost; his hands hesitate in a way they never have before, as if Aayla suddenly isn't the woman he has walked to battlefield with anymore. Aayla wonders if Kit's the one who needs to be reminded of the code now, that he doesn't need to get upset over somebody else's past. He's touching phantoms only, as Aayla has been often told.
However, a part of her is happy by the way Kit can't help but care. That feels like a privilege.
They're lying in the bed together, and it's hardly the first time they have ever done so, but there have always been lines present, lines that are going to be crossed soon. The desire in her veins tells her so. Therefore Aayla doesn't see use in stopping things from happening, and she reaches through the Force. She feels Kit's hands, how they want to move (roam) and how he holds them back, and she gives them the push they're waiting for. Kit tenses first when Aayla wills movement to his hands, his breath fastening when Aayla lures one to trail down to the curve of her hip, to the edge of her clothing.
She releases him and waits. Kit's breath is wet against the back of her head, coming out in hot, fast bursts.
"We shouldn't," Kit says.
But he doesn't let his words keep his fingers from sliding lower.
Aayla shivers as all sensitive spots in her body begin to tingle, the feeling of it stronger than the warmth of Kit's hand on her skin, and it’s as frustrating as it's wonderful; it's hard to lean against a touch that isn't really there. But his hands are moving where they should, the length of his body is firm behind Aayla's back and the ghosts on her skin are silent. This is how it should be.
"We'll meditate over it later."
There is no passion; there is serenity. The two could exist at the same time, but Aayla decides not to tell anybody.
Title: Moment Of Ease
Fandom: Star Wars EU
Pairing: Kit/Aayla
Rating: PG-13 for things getting heated!
Words: 367
Summary: Kit and Aayla ignore ghosts for one night. Written for
kimouski.There is no emotion; there is peace.
Yet, Aayla has memories that burn, and she wears some of those memories on her skin.
But there's no burn now as Kit's hands move along her body, soothing as the Force itself. Too soothing, almost; his hands hesitate in a way they never have before, as if Aayla suddenly isn't the woman he has walked to battlefield with anymore. Aayla wonders if Kit's the one who needs to be reminded of the code now, that he doesn't need to get upset over somebody else's past. He's touching phantoms only, as Aayla has been often told.
However, a part of her is happy by the way Kit can't help but care. That feels like a privilege.
They're lying in the bed together, and it's hardly the first time they have ever done so, but there have always been lines present, lines that are going to be crossed soon. The desire in her veins tells her so. Therefore Aayla doesn't see use in stopping things from happening, and she reaches through the Force. She feels Kit's hands, how they want to move (roam) and how he holds them back, and she gives them the push they're waiting for. Kit tenses first when Aayla wills movement to his hands, his breath fastening when Aayla lures one to trail down to the curve of her hip, to the edge of her clothing.
She releases him and waits. Kit's breath is wet against the back of her head, coming out in hot, fast bursts.
"We shouldn't," Kit says.
But he doesn't let his words keep his fingers from sliding lower.
Aayla shivers as all sensitive spots in her body begin to tingle, the feeling of it stronger than the warmth of Kit's hand on her skin, and it’s as frustrating as it's wonderful; it's hard to lean against a touch that isn't really there. But his hands are moving where they should, the length of his body is firm behind Aayla's back and the ghosts on her skin are silent. This is how it should be.
"We'll meditate over it later."
There is no passion; there is serenity. The two could exist at the same time, but Aayla decides not to tell anybody.