Delaya

[Laira Darkhold]

Draco nuzzled her neck softly, feeling the trace of her fingers running through his hair. "Sounds good to me ner ahiraor." He said, continuing to apply pressure to her with his thumbs and forefingers, working the muscles of her side very carefully.

Faith shouted, making Draco smile while he worked at building her desire little by little so that when it was released once they were alone it would be all the sweeter and more passionate, but he was discovering he was barely restraining himself as it was. His grey eyes fell to her skin while she undid the buttons of his shirt so she could place her hand on his chest. "No fair." He whispered, as her silken skin touched his chest. His words were that of a man cheated, but his face showed how pleased he was.

Draco's hands fell from her sides to her bottom, squeezing her lightly. "Biai hra'ne olyay ibic ge'na?" He asked, gripping her rump while he leaned forward into her, pressing his lips to hers hungrily. No, he wasn't going to fall to his desire and instincts in the back of the speeder, no matter how luxurious. For one he required more space than it provided to enjoy himself, and second it was unbecoming to disrobe the princess in such a public manner, but that didn't mean they couldn't enjoy the trip to the hotel as they were.

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[Faith Organa]

Faith could have screamed out from the desires and emotions that swept through her he was tormenting her with touches, and whispers soft upon her skin. Their ride seemed to sense their urgency as it kicked into a higher gear.

All thoughts of Draco sent her heart pounding heating her blood and pushing her desires for him. The passion that burned there in his eyes laced with the love that she knew he possessed made every sorrow they faced worth it. Draco made her dizzy and she loved it.

"ten minutes to destination" chimed the driver in it's mechanical void.

The hotel was one of those chain's. Keep the light on. We treat you like family. Best nights sleep in the galaxy. She wasn't planning on sleeping though she didn't move these moment she had with Draco were far and few. "Drahr" it was all she could manage to say to him she smiled knowing she was his treasure but it made her laugh when he made these comments about her back side.

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[Laira Darkhold]

Draco groaned impatiently, "Ten minutes? I don't know if I can wait that long and still worry about check in." He grinned before returning his lips to her warm skin, holding her to him, shifting slightly, his hands grasping at her hungrily. He knew he would have to find the willpower to struggle through the check in process and the ride, even if it was a test of his ability to stave off his need, his desire for Faith.

The retired warrior kept his attention on his wife, kissing her tanned skin where the strap of her dress and bra would normally be if he had not shoved them out of his way to spread his affections upon her. His heart pounded and raced, his focus was on her completely, for all he knew they could have pulled up to the hotel minutes ago and he would not have noticed. Time seemed to pass too quickly when they were together for he wanted each moment to last an eternity. His hips rocked beneath her and he leaned towards her further, pressing himself against her as much as he could without pushing her, planting kiss after kiss lower and lower down her shoulder until his lips touched fabric.

The vehicle pulled to a stop. The sound of a door closing as the driver exited the vehicle and began running to open the door for the lovers echoed through the cabin. Draco pulled himself, very reluctantly from Faith only enough so that she could be presentable for the short distance from speeder to hotel to room. Then he could give into her.

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[Faith Organa]

Faith pulled in a deep breath, heart hammering away, and yet she pulled away when the vehicle stopped. She felt suddenly that her clothes were boring in need of being discarded for her more natural form of flesh and blood.

She looked longingly at Draco she could feel his emotions in the air around them it pulsed and breathed in unison with them. She suddenly wished she had taken an apartment on Delaya but the hotel would have to do.

Ana however being the thoughtful and forward thinking aide had called ahead to make sure they were checked in and would be met by someone who would ask no questions and take the couple to where they could forget about the outside world and the cold of Hoth. Ana looked at Captain Lindsey the look said everything. Being in service to the Royal Family had its perks and its downfalls. Neither was sure what this was.

The door opened and Faith trying to put on a face of passive emotions started out. The blush on her cheeks however gave away what had been happening in the vehicle. She looked back for Draco unwilling to move without him. At this moment when their connection ached for satisfaction.

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[Laira Darkhold]

Draco's chest pounded and his breathing was ragged and deep, as though he had been running or exercising, and the big man felt that he had. His whole body ached for Faith's touch against him, her affections to flow through him.

Draco followed Faith closely, making sure to stay well within her personal space to appease both himself and their shared need for closeness, there need for one another while their bodies ached for one another. Her cheeks were still blushed, but his princess had fixed her clothes, pulled the straps of her dress back to their proper place and ensured every hair was in line before the door had even opened.

Draco on the other hand hadn't fixed the buttons on his shirt, exposing his pectoral muscles and a portion of his abdomen to onlookers. He was otherwise not unkempt or out of order as he stood from the vehicle, wrapping an arm around Faith's waist and hugging her up against him as the concierge met them to lead the couple to their room. "Right this way Your Majesty." the man said directed at Faith pointing towards a lift in the lobby.

Ana had probably reserved them a nice room and requested the concierge. The hotel didn't seem like the kind of place that offered such services to just anyone, but probably at being told the Princess of Alderaan wanted to stay at their establishment rolled out whatever extra luxuries they could on such short notice.

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[Faith Organa]

Faith oftened dreamed of Draco's kisses of long embraces that lasted until the sun crested over the horizon into a new day. She looked over at him as they walked together fighting every urge. She was having a few very unprincess like thoughts about her husband right now. She reached over the tips of her fingers sliding along the edge of his unbuttoned shirt.

The ride in the lift felt like torture Faith tried to take in the small details of the architecture. The rounded corners, the filigree that wrapped around the inside of the lift, the uniform of the man trying to get them to their room. She smiled at him. She could give up everything without hesitation to feel his kiss, she would have. She had thought about it.

The moments were dragging by she wished she had the power to make it go faster, until it finally stopped. They were shown to a room at the end of the hall, still joined at the hip as their escort opened the doors and began talking about the location. He walked from one room to the edge of another then turned Faith had her hand possessively on Draco's arm.

A show that she wanted to be alone, "If you need anything please just call." He put the card key on the table hastening his step he walked out, closing the doors behind him.

Faith turned looking up at Draco as she reached over to finish unbuttoning his shirt, "Aren't you hot with this on Drahr?"

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[Laira Darkhold]

The ride in the lift was torment, every fiber of Draco's body urged to press himself against Faith, to kiss her and to fall to desire right then, but he waited patiently. Really only because they had company with them in the lift. Had it been just the two of them, he might not have been so polite. Their escort tried to do a tour of the room it seemed before realizing his presence wasn't wanted any longer. Faith had her hands on her husband possessively and Draco's hands had dropped just below her waist.

"Yes, I'm burning up." he responded with ragged breath almost as soon as the doors closed tugging on his shirt until it pulled off his shoulders, several buttons being pulled from their fastenings as he hastily yanked and discarded the article of clothing. Draco dipped his head to kiss Faith's lips, pressing himself to her as his arms dropped behind him with silken cloth falling to the floor in a pool.

Finally unrestrained, his hands gripped at her hungrily, gathering up the fabric of her dress in them as he pushed her gently, nudging her little by little until she had her back to the wall. Draco's breathing became hot, half breaths taken only when he could not stand it anymore, gasping between passionate kisses between he and his princess. He laughed softly, how they must appear, like teenagers clinging too each other for every breath and beat of their hearts. But that was a good thing in his mind, to be that passionate as an adult for something, for someone. That one person could still pull the strings and bring out the wanton, uncontrollable, desire from another.

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[Faith Organa]

Faith was against the wall melting into each kiss that Draco planted on her lips her hands made a desperate grab at his waist. Her breath hitched in and out of her chest as hi slips pressed more firmly against her own fusing them together. Faith reached up her fingers lacing through his dark hair.

How she loved Draco with all her heart and soul needing nothing more than to be part of him, to hear his voice, to feel the gentle touch of his fingers on her arm, and to look into his eyes where storms raged and passions flared.

She took a breath and pulled him closer as she lifted her legs. She felt her back pressing against the wall. The cold a welcome change to the heat that now coursed through her body, liquid head.

Faith moved her hands up the long smooth muscles of Draco's back as they rose and fell to meet her questing fingertips. She could feel the tension of each muscle waiting for deeper passions to take over and consume them both.

No words were really necessary all verbal language was gone and only a language of signals remained, as Faith pulled Draco closer.

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[Laira Darkhold]

Draco's hands held Faith up against the wall and his chest with wanton desire, unrestrained and uncontrolled, his grasp on her tight. His lips slipped from her own, leaving a trail of affections down to the base of her neck as the couple gave into one another.

~Some Time Later~

A trail of clothing littered the floor, having be left where it was discarded. Several buttons disappeared underneath counter and bed, a pile of silken cloth near the wall, others fallen on the counter and simply in the middle of the floor. Draco breathed heavily from his back, panting for breath on the bed beside his princess, on arm wrapped underneath her, the other clutching hers upon his chest. His chest rose and fell with long ragged breaths and muscles relaxed after the exertion.

He smiled and turned his eyes towards Faith, taking her visage in and squeezeing her against him, holding her possessively. One leg was wrapped over him and her chest was still partially on top of his body. Through his heavily breathing he whispered, "Ner ahiraor, this is a good argument for being patient next time."

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[Faith Organa]

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Faith lifted her chin to look into the eyes of love and smiled, "Ner Drahr have you not learned since our first meeting that patience is not in my vocabulary when it comes to matters of the physical?" From their first meeting to this encounter Faith seemed to have always known that her journey was along side Draco. She could have said easily and without thought concern dismissed him the moment he had said he was a Sith.

She had no love for the Sith for reasons anyone in the galaxy could understand. But now something had been different about Draco something that only intuition could draw upon. It had proven to be right.

"Besides you started it." She laughed as she moved laying a kiss upon his cheek then laid her head upon his shoulder, sliding her body along side of his, draping her arm across his chest just to lay there content.

She had not taken time to look at the room or anything when they came in. The purpose of the visit had nothing to do how the room looked all it had to possess was...privacy. She loved her husband more than life and at this moment she wanted to be no where else but curled close to him.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Draco grinned widely as she lifted her chin to rest on his chest and turn her eyes to his. "That's not entirely true or we would still be in the speeder." The big man's finger tips danced across the small of her back, feeling her warmth and silken skin lightly before coming to rest around her waist. "But I'm not complaining I had to wait an extra ten or eleven minutes. I think it worked in my favor."

She oozed affection and love for him as she clung to him possessively, driving his emotions and thoughts wild. When she gripped at him all he could see was her. "I did start it, but I'm not sorry." There were a lot of things he had to be sorry about and fell like he had to make up to her, but this wasn't one of those things. He knew she enjoyed their time together as much as he did. Well, maybe almost as much as he did.

He twisted and turned, rolling them both over until he was lying on top of his princess instead of having her draped across him, careful not to press his weight into her too much while still remaining as close as possible to her. And then he dipped his head to kiss her softly. "I'm still not sorry."

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[Faith Organa]

"Me either" She looked up into his face hovering over her own and he dropped down to kiss her she met him pressing her lips to his. Even with him just barely touching her the memory of the last hour lingered in her mind. Desire and passion so often hand in hand she was very fortunate to have that with him. Kisses so soft and gentle to mask desire. Faith wrapped her arms around his neck. She was not sorry either, not one bit.

Any one other than Draco would have been less, more of duty than anything else there was only one who was equal to and he was lost presumed dead. The one time she was greatful for a failed peace talk, even if she had never gotten over how she behaved. At least she got Draco. Their story was nothing that bards would sing of but it was worthy to be in the Organa archives for anyone to read once Faith, Draco, and her children were gone from the galaxy.

She kept him close kissing him softly pulling slightly away so she could see into his eyes. "You promise to never leave me." She whispered the ghosts at times of the past bringing up old fears.

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[Laira Darkhold]

"Nothing could keep me away from you for long." Nothing. There were battles that sometimes called him away, meetings with people that pulled her from his arms, and of course their daily routine required them to be out of bed longer than he would find ideal, but they always came back to one another at the end of it all and fell into each other's arms where they belonged. Perhaps that was their reparations they received from difficult lives filled with loss, that now they each had someone to pour themselves into. To be strong for one another and yet vulnerable to each other.

Draco slipped lower against her, pressing against her skin with a gentle touch as he kissed her yet again. She lay on her back, holding him close to her in the hotel room which wasn't overly large. In fact it was quite cozy, a single queen sized bed and separate refresher were the only outstanding parts of it were she not present. But Faith was there, in all her beauty, flowing brunette locks sprawled upon the pillows, little streaks of red and blonde blazing against the white cloth her head rested against. Her light caramel skin glistened with the light, framing her golden eyes that stared up at him. Her lipid pools of gold and honey burned holes in his restraint causing Draco tensed every muscle in his body as his arms wrapped around her waist and hips, pulling her tight against him.

"Again?"

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[Faith Organa]

Faith looking up into the loving face of Draco his smile radiated warmth and affection. His touch caressed her skin sending goosebumps everywhere. How did he do that she wondered. "I wish we had more days like this." How she loved him, needed him, and wanted him so much. He was part of her his very essence bonded into the very fiber of her being. She led a half-life without him these times when they were together she was whole.

She couldn't explain the ache in her heart to describe the emotions, the feelings and sensations. Was it love yes and it was more. Love did not give it enough meaning love was only a small part of how she felt about her husband, her lover, her friend and her protector.

The touches of gray in Draco's beard how dark it had been not long ago. Faith reached up running her fingers through his hair still so soft, so touchable. His mouth ready crush hers with only the slightest nod of her head. It was his eyes though gray with flecks of silver and black where his true feelings were expressed one only had to look to see it.

Faith's hand slid down to Draco's cheek, as she brought up her knee to rest against his thigh. She could feel the well-toned muscle tense as her knee pressed against it. That little catch in his breath that told her how much he enjoyed this. How much they both enjoyed this

By time he asked her again her heart was she was ready to be melted by the fire of her dragon, "Breath fire ner drahr but a slow painful burn this time" Faith pushed upwards to press her lips to his.

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[Laira Darkhold]

Draco dipped his head to press his lips against her chest, planting a trail of kisses from the base of her neck to her navel, letting his whiskers tickle the honeyed skin of the Princess that lay beneath the Dragon. Draco seemed distracted by her more than normal, as though he was considering the best method of attack. "We can have more days like this if you want. I won't complain anytime you want to get a room." The big man grinned at her and returned his attention to planting kisses against the warm skin of her bottom ribs and sternum.

He pressed his lips to her caramel skin, and his hands gripping her thighs tightly, as though if he released Faith she would be gone. His kisses moved up her chest, the notch just beneath her neck. Then up the side of her neck, gently pressing his lips to her skin, feeling her blood storm through her body at his touch, the heat rising in her cheeks and the rush of affections and emotions through her. Finally his attention turned back to her eyes, watching the golden amber pools of her soul. His head hovered only inches above her, taking Faith in for all she was.

"I think I can manage slow, but not painful." He grinned and his hands moved up her sides and down her arms until his fingers interlaced with hers, pressing her hands down into the mattress of their bed.

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[Faith Organa]

There is nothing like the love of a Dragon. Was he a combination of myth and legend? Was there a man behind the storm gray eyes that looked at her. Those eyes they made her feel as if she could burst as the heat within built layer upon layer craving the Dragon's heat upon her skin.

This room was but one more Dragon's den where he possessed her body and soul. All she wanted was to be possessed. Faith grabbed a fistful of the sheet as heated kisses ignited desire. She looked up unable to think about anything but him. "Drahr" she purred her voice rising and falling as he plied her with the pleasure she longed for.

When his fingers laced with hers she wrapped her body around his claiming him as her own as she whispered her delights into his ear all while clinging to him.

LATER..................

Faith sat on Draco's stomach feeding him ice cream, "We might have to rent a room once in a while..but I think you like transports. You become quite amorous in the backseat Drahr. Something you want to tell me?" She offered him another bite as she watched him, emotions flickering across his face as he looked up.

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[Laira Darkhold]

"Its not transports, its the feeling of being alone with you." Draco grinned, taking a bite from the spoon she presented to him. The creamy frozen treat was one of Faith's favorite treats and despite Draco's appearance, he was a foodie. Steaks, meats, tubers and vegetables. He liked to cook and eat food, and didn't mind a sweet treat every now and again. If he wasn't trying to stay in fighting shape he'd have gotten fat living at the palace by now.

"How can you blame me when the divider goes up and its just me and you in the back seat? One day you will relent and won't make me wait until we get a room." He grinned roguishly, breathing in with her resting on his stomach, rising as air filled his chest. It was unlikely that would be the case, maybe one day, but unlikely nonetheless. A man could still have dreams.

The big man stuck his hands just below her hips, holding on to her to keep Faith steady and to hold her for his own selfish reasons. Mostly his own selfish reasons if he was being totally honest. "So, what else is it you want to see? From me, from Delaya, either one works for me ner runi."

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[Faith Organa]

She smiled looking down at him, "We have time alone, we are alone now." Well as alone as they could be with Guards positioned every where to keep the Queen of Alderaan safe. She duties as Queen had changed a few things. They didn't get to travel to Aldera as much, and she really missed the cabin. They didn't get to go to the Mountain Palace either much except on official business and official dinners which Draco hated any how. "The divider is there for protection as well you know. Its not the cue for nuzzling and hugging." Well maybe it was.

She had a sneaking suspicion that the dinners were his best avenue to find others who didn't mind a little target shooting. Then there was the thranta riding. She laughed to herself as she shook her head.

"There's a dinner coming up on Alderaan. One of those, come visit Alderaan maybe we can entice you to become better friends." She dipped the spoon again offering him another bite.

Now what did she want to see from him, or Delaya. "I don't know I've kind of lost my umpf." She liked that he held her firmly in place not that she would fall. "Lately I've been trying not to think about anything that goes on out side of Alderaan, but news continues to seep in. I need an Intelligence Officer Draco, got any suggestions?"

They could stay like this and talk for a bit.

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[Laira Darkhold]

"Oh, its not?" He asked, feigning shock at the revelation about the divider, as though the concept had never occurred to him. "Then why have it at all if not to allow for private nuzzling? I don't think they would include it unless that's what it meant."

His chest continued to rise and fall in rhythm, her sitting upon him rising and falling in time. This was a comfortable way to just sit with one another and talk. Draco accepted the offered spoonful of flavored ice cream, lifting his head off the pillow just long enough to accept it before falling back against the pillow.

"One of those, where you want me to behave and be nice and not spend the whole night trying to nuzzle you into submission?" His tone was in mock exasperation. "I don't know how many of those I can handle Faith, I'm not exactly civilized." The warrior grinned, pressing his fingers into the flesh of her upper thighs possessively. "But I could try."

Their time together was often spent close to one another, in comfort and compassion. Draco felt as though they could discuss anything with one another, they could be open together even if he was a little too focused on the physical sometimes. "An intelligence officer? I used to know a few Bothans back in the day we could talk to, but Its been a while. You gotta know someone from your time with GRIM, right. Maybe an ally from the SIS with the Alliance?"

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[Faith Organa]

"Behave, Draco truthfully if you didn't do certain things I'd worry you had someone else you were nuzzling." That would crush her and he knew it. They'd be equally crushed. His fingers were becoming possessive, "you'd try huh, the dinner will be a bit formal. You can be all princely, I like how you look all dressed up. So handsome and sexy Draco." She smiled he made her motor purr for certain. "There are things we need to look into as you know."

Faith toyed with the spoon for a few minutes thinking, and catching Draco's look every moment or so. She wiggled a little reminding him that they were still quite comfortable. The low lights in the room giving a golden glow to the room, shadows formed in the corners it was growing dark. They'd be staying the night and leave for Alderaan in the morning.

"I had hoped that someone from GRIM that I trusted would but truthfully many of the agents were killed in the last few invasion. I don't think there are many left and those left have seen enough. No Draco, need someone not associated with Republic, or anyone. I need someone new, an unknown face."

Faith took a bite of ice cream sitting there thinking. This was a good way to talk things out. The warmth and ease which they had grown into over the years showed at times like this. Faith smacked her lips as she enjoyed the cold smooth cream.

"Hard to find someone who would be reliable. Trustworthy. Maybe someone will present themselves." She winked at Draco again. She put the ice cream on the bed, "Drahr...you should kiss me now."

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