Laira Darkhold
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Draco smiled as she spoke, her voice betraying he appeasement at the revelation he had presented her with. It was good news, but he knew the journey wasn't quite over with. "Its possible. I can't be certain so soon. But I know he doesn't trouble me when I'm with you. Nothing bothers me when I'm with you my love." He relaxed under her, letting her gentle hug fill him.
"No cyar'ika. I will pay for the planet's defenses." It was rare that he spoke with such an authoritative tone with her, in fact it was the first time he had done so. "I will pay for it all, everything I install on the planet and the system. And I will do so without a request from your mother or you. I'm going to do this because I love you, and I want my princess to be protected. Regardless of the future you deserve that much." He smiled, propping himself up just a bit as she planted a trail of kisses down his neck, shivering under her loving touches as his blood boiled and his mind buzzed with anticipation. "Besides, how better to show your mother what a powerful ally I would be than to flex my military and economic muscles where she can see them." A week was far too long.
When she spoke about needing help with her gown, Draco was up quickly and excitedly, seeing the look in her eyes as she stood at the foot of the bed. "Of course cyar'ika. But I get to wash your backside first." He was up and following her into the refresher, a foolish grin on his face and fire in his eyes.
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"No cyar'ika. I will pay for the planet's defenses." It was rare that he spoke with such an authoritative tone with her, in fact it was the first time he had done so. "I will pay for it all, everything I install on the planet and the system. And I will do so without a request from your mother or you. I'm going to do this because I love you, and I want my princess to be protected. Regardless of the future you deserve that much." He smiled, propping himself up just a bit as she planted a trail of kisses down his neck, shivering under her loving touches as his blood boiled and his mind buzzed with anticipation. "Besides, how better to show your mother what a powerful ally I would be than to flex my military and economic muscles where she can see them." A week was far too long.
When she spoke about needing help with her gown, Draco was up quickly and excitedly, seeing the look in her eyes as she stood at the foot of the bed. "Of course cyar'ika. But I get to wash your backside first." He was up and following her into the refresher, a foolish grin on his face and fire in his eyes.
[member="Faith Balor-Organa"]