Eternity Fated, Madness Created [Sal]

[Anesia Jy'Vun]

OUTER RIM TERRITORIES


There was a certainty in life before. A direction both of balance and power. It promised the eternity, in all it's beautiful darkness to her. To him. The memory was felt through dreams, though she could swim towards his face forever, it never became clear to her. Only his eyes. Bright, vivid, green infinity.

For the longest time, the dream never changed. Anesia felt haunted. There was however, a certain sense of security in that blazing green gaze and it kept her reaching for the impossible. Deep in the marrow of her bones, she knew there were loose ends. Something that began and never ended.

Papers and books flew from the desk from no force other than her hands. Frustration had built, no relief in sight, so she took it out on what was within reach. It ate at her, constantly gnawing at her thoughts at the most inopportune, awkward times. Flourishes of black and gold whipped around her head in heated fury. There was nothing. Absolutely no information on him.

It had been two years since her resurrection and as many months were occupied by remembering and this. There was still much to re-learn, to find, to establish. For over a year this man plagued her and with no reprieve. Long, manicured fingers covered her visage and she blew a cool breath out. She had mulled over every angle, dissecting every name and face, glanced into many a holovid searching for those eyes.

This maddening journey on a CSS-1 Corellian Star Shuttle took her across the Galaxy. The revelation was that, she needed to search the stars. It was the simplest way to clear her head, remove herself from the galactic depression, and vacation away from what was The Sith Council. She often went into Wild space or the Outer Rim just to quite literally lose herself and disappear. She set the shuttle to auto-pilot.

Only one thing was left to do. Anesia's eyes closed and she shut down her system, saving her mind, heart rate and enough to control her breathing, giving ample amounts of energy to her brain. The Force coursed and she guided it with an albeit artificial hand in a sense, reaching out for one of the few minds privy to her own. Perhaps Sal had done the same, simply got lost on his own accord.

Sudden, unhindered bombardment struck her. The Alpha. The Omega. Images flashed before her and his very face began to take shape. "Salem." A breath. "Salem." A breath. "Salem."

The pale, blue glow of a planet came into view. Her voice in the Force screamed and echoed.

"BA-DUM... BA-DUM..."

There was a written destiny here gone unchecked. Why? "Salem."

The mind of the Master swam and Anesia was drowning in images and information. None of which she remembered previously.

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[Salem Norongachi]

The snow fell thick and heavy, a westerly wind catching the flakes and turning them into delicate razors that slashed across the bare chest of Norongachi. The trees howled from the blizzard, their bows swaying and threatening to snap as the raven haired soldier ran through another routine. Fists hard and calloused from a decade of combat battered the air in coordinated flurries that defied the human bodies ability. With each strike at an invisible foe the blizzard opened up at ground zero, the flakes shattering and being forced aside as he unleashed a telekinetic burst from his limb before the gap closed and another opened with the follow up.

It had been three weeks since he had awoken and still his body felt sluggish, his connection to the Force choked. Now wasn't the time to lament or to wallow in self pity, no the Galaxy was new again and the thought of the climb excited him. It pushed him to train as he had never done, to calculate and scheme until he was certain beyond a doubt that they would never see him coming and if they did...well, it would be too late.

Norongachi was breathing hard, his mind awash with the vibrant cascade of the Force as it guided his body like a gleeful puppet master through another set of kicks, punches, elbows and knees. It was then he felt it, just a tickle in the back of his mind but it grew. It became a whisper and then louder, louder until he could not think, louder until his head was fit to burst. Static noise in the Force like he had never experienced and then...

"Ba-Dum... Ba-Dum..."


He stopped, his body freeing mid-motion and looked to the grey skies. Somewhere in the recesses of his mind a memory stirred, a memory stolen from the former occupant of his body. The Sith Lord smiled, his green eyes searching the heavens for the source of the telepathic message.

"Anesia." He laughed, his voice caught in the wind and thrown into the ether by the powers of the Force.

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[Anesia Jy'Vun]

For as long as she had been searching, this very moment of validity came with a low tickle under the curve of her thin-boned jaw from razor sharp teeth. While it was welcomed with a low, pleased sound from the depths of her throat, her skin flushed with cool power and fear rode down her spine. It did so in a way that a lover would stroke so knowingly. Her lids peeled back, revealing a startling reflection of green in the viewport where there should have been gem-like violet.

The memory would come slow, not in enough time to know what she was truly playing with. Anesia blinked, staring to the sphere that was Alzoc III, it's atmosphere pulling at the shuttle like a child high-strung on attention. She made no move to stop it, ever slipping into curiosity. It was cruel, the way the mind could play games. However, she had done this all to herself and pity was not in her resume. At least, not as of yet. The Master truly did not know what she had in-store for herself.

Sal, she reached out again, softer this time. Timid perhaps.

By now, the shuttle had pierced through the blue glow of the ice planet and it was then the Sith took reign, guiding her to a safe landing. She used the connection between this being and her to close in on his location. Anesia chose a distance she pegged safe enough should she have to escape.

The ramp fell with a thud that announced her presence more than she would have liked. Never the less, she donned her robes over salaciously fitted attire and cast her hood over the siren visage. A small cabin was in the distance, she noted. Surveillance too. Her eyes had bled back to the violet they were so notable for and narrowed.

Cold air would slow her down, she had to, yet again, control her breathing. "Sal." All while threading the Force to burst into a dead run across the frozen field without being seen. If she had not been already. The door to the cabin had been rushed and now hung from but a hinge. A raven haired woman stood then, far too intimate a gaze glazed over him. She still did not understand why- this giving her pause.

 

[Salem Norongachi]

The cabin seemed to crackle with anticipation, the fire in the hearth dancing with the pounding of the Force. It cast flickering shadows across Norongachi as he stood before it, making him seem large and otherworldly like a titan from some dark mythos. The voice came again, a soft whisper of velvet over the deadliest blade and it brought a gleeful menace to his eyes.

Omega didn't flinch as the cabin door burst inwards, he didn't need to. He could see her as she was meant to be seen, a tempest in the midst of a typhoon, a the sparks dancing from a clash of steel, the boom of a super nova. She was all these things and more to his senses. Terrifying and beautiful.

"Sal." Her voice was honey and poison that sent a shiver across his skin as he recalled the sensation of their bodies entwined. He turned then, the fire seemingly caught in his emerald gaze and looked upon her.
"Ω" The symbol hit the Force like a battering ram and he smiled, a grin that cast shadows about his features and for the briefest moment the youthful unblemished face was gone to be replaced with scars and malice.

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[Anesia Jy'Vun]

The silence was everything and nothing. She drug the scent in, pulling at it like a life line; in reality, it was a tangible as smoke, and her efforts dissipated. The cabin was soaked in his essence, his smell, the power that painted artfully over his body. There was no way to decipher what was him and what was not. Salem seemed to take up what was the entirety of the cabin.

The only thing she could concentrate on was those glowing green embers for eyes that seemed to both frighten and hypnotize her all at once. It was not exactly a feeling she enjoyed. A shudder of nostalgia moved through her, whispers seemed to die at her ears. The violet of her eyes intensified and she involuntarily took a step forward. Her chin jutted up in defiance, though it was her own that she was fighting.

"Enough," her voice boomed, startling even her in the close quarters of an animal when the symbol appeared. She could feel the unbridled power sneaking like a serpent around the room. Entwining and pushing at her own. Lovingly sometimes and enslaving other times.

Sal's control was not what it once had been, Anesia remembered, even though she was still struggling with how and who.

It needed to stop before she came undone. This was not the time, nor the place. With that thought in mind, she straightened, removing her hood from her head. "Who are you?" There was something different, so she dare not reach out. It was taking massive amounts of control to still her hands, quiet her tongue. A part of her knew him, and that part was fighting like hell to roll around on the floor with the great beast.

The succubus nature in her sucked sometimes, in more ways that she was willing to admit even to herself. It had to be that part that knew him so well, she chided. It was painful and she drew in a sharp breathe, steadying herself. Perhaps she was not as ready for this as she once thought.

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[Salem Norongachi]

She was fighting back. The presence he exerted in the Force was being matched. A battle of wills churned the seas and darkened unseen skies, sent great waves of unbridled emotion cascading across the Force that would have crushed mere mortals but they were not, they were more. Sparks danced in the ether, an oppressive tension that threatened to rip the very fabric of the Force asunder.

She blinked first.

It was never enough, he thought with a primal hunger that clawed and roared inside him, it would never be enough. Not for these two, never enough. All his impulses wanted to take her, to slam her against the earthen walls, rip her clothes from her body and have her as he remembered. The passion, the anger. Driven by instinct and nothing more. Complete abandon.

They were not your feelings, he calmly reminded himself while the monster raged against its cage, merely residual feelings from this bodies former occupant. It was all very well knowing that but the heart, yes the heart was a viscous and tenacious foe. It would not be quelled with logic or reason. It knew what it knew, the way a nashtah knows that its preys meat will be sweet. That it needs its prey to draw breath upon the morrow.

"The Father. The Son. The betrayer and the betrayed." Cryptic, to be sure but none the less true.

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[Anesia Jy'Vun]

No.

The look that dripped ever so slowly over her visage was caution as she scrambled for recollection. It vastly crumbled and rebuilt itself upon small realizations. For instance, Anesia could remember the way Salem carried himself, the way his thin lips would twitch when he said her name. Some of which that seemed to be missing. The Master watched, her eyes narrowed to slits appearing very much so like the kind she was so often referred to as. Had the purple hue not been so bright to begin with, they would have appeared non-existent.

"Ba-Dum... Ba-Dum..."

A sudden urge to weep came over her and rebelliously she stilled, taking the emotion and driving it into action. One moment she was almost at one with the decor, the next, Anesia had rushed him. Thin fingers wrapping around his biceps, her entirety shoving his larger frame against a wall.

"Omega," she said suddenly, her voice so low, lips barely moving at his ear. But the breath was cold and unforgiving along his neck.

This was only the surface that she had scratched. Alchemy tainted eyes peered up at him from under soot lashes. There was a longing there, one she had just began to remember and understand, only for it to be but a mask. Had she a heart, it would have sank. She pushed from him then, slight pause as she gave space between them.

"Ba-Dum... Ba-Dum..."

The more she remembered, the more control she had to put in place. "Why here?" There was a long exhale. "Why now?"

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[Salem Norongachi]

He gave no resistance to lithe temptress and simply smiled down at her, their bodies so close he felt the monster thrash with renewed vigour but he was the definition of control. You could not walk between the light and the dark as he had done his entire life without an iron will, a mental fortitude that chained his baser instincts to his will.

"One name in many," He spoke his voice low and husky. She moved from him then, a step and from the looks of her it was a difficult one to take. Norongachi stalked around to the left, close enough that her scent filled his mind with vivid images of times past. "Fate. Destiny. Call it what you will but it seems there is no escape from what is."

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[Anesia Jy'Vun]

Just the tips of her fingers moved to his brow when she spun to face him, then down the plain of his cheek. Distanced by only vaguely arms length, Anesia took the time to study his face. This being she would not give her back. She kept her beast at bay while he did the same with his two or more. Shh, Salem, she soothed through the Force, even if it was only for herself and he couldn't hear. It was all she could do to not tell him to fight. The Master was damn-near starved for him. Had been for hundreds of years and now...

Well... it was just a memory. For now.

Omega had taken that from her. He would pay, she vowed. Not now. But he would pay. "No escape from what is," Anesia repeated, her smile faintly resembling something carnal. "Fate. Destiny," her soft, siren voice lingered on the words, rolling them over her tongue. "Those to which can be altered," she watched him closely, flicking a stray strand of hair from his eyes.

"So are you vacationing...or are you in cahoots with the Confederacy of Independent Systems?" He would have to forcefully remove her hands from his being if he wanted them gone. She would do no such thing. Not right now and not for him. The Master's other hand lingered at his shoulder, black lacquered nails nipping at the thin flesh along his neck.

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[Salem Norongachi]

Omega felt her voice like a whisper on the wind, purring inside his mind. It made him chuckle, she still didn't understand. The man she'd known was but a tool, a vessel to carry him into the upper echelons of the Republic of old. Like an insidious parasite he waited and when he was ready he shed that persona, as a serpent sheds its skin. Would she mourn him? Would she weep for his wayward son?

The memories were real though and the thrill of her touch played merry havoc with his calm but she knew that, this seductress. One wrong move and she would devour him, of that he was certain.

"Cahoots?" That forced laughter from his lips. He moved her then, slipping her slender hands into his and then let them fall to her side. A slow walk took him to the mantel, where the fire blazed. "They have their uses. For now." He half turned to look at her, the longing in his eyes not so easily disguised. In his lifetime, he had known only one other woman that brought such untempered desire out in him.

"And she tried to kill you.." He thought darkly, before beckoning toward a half empty bottle of whisky set atop a small table by the doorway. It came at his call, slipping into his waiting hand. "What of you? I never expected to find you as displaced as I." The top came loose in his hand and he upturned the liquid into his mouth, letting it blaze a trail down his throat and quell the cacophony of emotions that swirled inside him.

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[Anesia Jy'Vun]

"That's me..." she drifted off, staring to the ceiling as if for answers, "always unexpected..." Anesia curled her fingers inward, trying to scratch the fire from her palms. The woman paused in breath, eyeing him once again, "Is there a name you prefer?" Seven hells be damned if she was going to call him Sal. Not being able to help herself from watching his every movement, she sauntered to a chair next to the fireplace, just across from him.

Pouty lips twitched, watching the amber liquid funnel from the bottle into his mouth. Such a mundane, natural thing to do, but it... elicited very...vivid memories. Encounters. Harbored from the very being standing before her. It was not that she did not enjoy the scenery it gave, but rather it came at a most inopportune time. As always and without fail. Her mind seemed to be upping it's game all while she nestled her thin frame into the cushioned chair.

"Surely in this frozen paradise of yours, you have more than just that bottle," Anesia had no idea where the notion came to drink was, especially right now. At least it would numb things. She propped her thigh-high boots on the footrest just in front of her, warming her legs as she crossed them. It was entirely too cold to remove her cloak, but this close to the flames she opted to parted the fabric so it fell to her sides. This revealing nothing but leather and the hint of ample cleavage behind the mass of dark hair that fell past her shoulders.

Bold, violet eyes peered up at him, the snares of the fire lighting up her face. "Perhaps we can find some common... ground," she finally said, the barest hint of a smile showing.


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[Salem Norongachi]

"Unexpected, yes, but not entirely unwelcome." Norongachi mused, sloshing the remnants of the caramel liquid around the bottle before sending it to join its brethren. Her next question surprised him, disappointed him even. He had expected more than sentimentality from her. It made him reconsider their standing in relation to one another. "What's in a name? I gave up placing stock in them long ago."

He watched her move, as a predator adores its prey. The strides she took, the whisper of fabric against alabaster skin, the way her hair bounced gently upon her shoulders. Lust was acceptable, he thought, you have been lusting all your life; for power, for purpose. Anything more will lay you low Norongachi, it will be the final song you ever hear before the blade falls. It was logical, it was cold, it was how he had survived so long but as that cloak slipped aside and he caught the scent of her flesh anew he wondered, in some primal part of his mind, if it would not be worth the fall.

"I keep myself well provisioned, even in such a meagre holiday home." He smirked, moving to a wooden cupboard set to the right of the fire and extracting another bottle of Corellian whiskey and two glasses, he was not without some sense of manners after all. He poured her an ample amount and drenched his glass with the same measure before taking the only remaining seat in the cabin. It sat to her left, half turned so it faced the crackling flames and herself.

"The ground I stand upon is anything but common, Anesia." He responded, cocking an inky black brow in her direction. "But please, if you have a proposal I'd be willing to hear it. I am a very reasonable monster, after all." Again the shadows seemed to unveil a different face, a scar lined battle hardened one. Only the eyes remained the same brilliant green and they were only for her.
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[Anesia Jy'Vun]

The scoff that floated from her mouth was snuffed out by and easily replaced with a vain smile. "I only asked your preference," she countered, "not that I'd heal to it. I doubt you would prefer any of the names I'd give you, devil." The woman blinked, swatting a stray curl from her new face. "Others like the finality in a name, it makes it real..." Anesia sighed, bored with what she was talking about. Lazily like a cat, she arched back into the confines of the seat, becoming comfortable. "Not that it matters...only, sometimes it serves a purpose and a personality you wish to show them."

Even though Sal and Omega were different entities, they shared the same lusty taste for liquor. Somehow, she knew that and she smiled to herself. The Master's palate watered while thin, practiced hands balanced the glass just procured for her between three fingers. It's sweet, intoxicating scent curled up her nose. Not quite cold liquid poured into her mouth and agreeing with burn it promised, slid down her throat dragging the heat with it.

A small gesture sent her mass of russet and amber curls fleeing back, away from her face, to rest at her back. The lines of her body more apparent now, but at least she would not be swallowing her hair. Pesky, she thought off subject, but beautiful. Her thin nose twitched and she canted her head back for a small swallow of whiskey.

The devil had said her name giving her pause, but she poised the glass just at her lips, masking it. "Who knows of your presence in the galaxy now?" Her mouth moved to say a name, but the notion died and a sigh replaced it. Anesia reached, tracing the scar only the fire seemed to make appear. It was time for her voice to grow husky and low, "Who knows of mine..." The hand fell, draping over the arm of the chair, fingers now absent of something to do strummed.



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[Salem Norongachi]

"Devil I can live with." He smiled. It certainly pales in comparison to those I've had in the past, he thought taking another mouthful of his drink before letting the glass come to rest upon the black fabric of his trousers. Murderer, Madman, Killer, Schemer, Butcher...many names and more had followed him but it rarely mattered, after a fashion you became numb to the opinions of lesser beings.

On the subject and meaning of names he too grew bored, having said all he wished upon the subject he deigned to comment further and thus silence did descend upon the cabin until Anesia spoke again and then her fingers were upon his face, tracing the old war wound that tarnished his body of old. He made no move to stop her and gave no signs that he was otherwise affected by the proximity of their bodies, the heat of her blood just below the pale skin that seemed so delicate in the firelight.

Lies were his business, even if that meant lying to himself.

"Those that need to know and now you." The baritone of his voice barely wavered as her hand moved away and his gaze never left her own when he answered her final question. "That, I cannot say. I thought you dead long ago but then, I've always been an optimist." A hint of playful humour colouring his voice and expression at the last.
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[Anesia Jy'Vun]

Fire crackled, both lighting the room and giving shadows a place to play. The air was thick with masked emotion, humid- clinging to the lungs, the skin, the electricity around. "Can you now..." a feral tongue slid out, moistening her lips. Cold from the unhinged door was not strong enough to breach their heat, but it did offer a curtain of fog, letting the door go unseen to the naked eye. A smile perched upon her lips in approval.

This was distracting. All this madness and this man. Anesia found she felt- a shudder passed through her- a sense of peace in this cabin with him. It was a mirage, she knew, one they had both spun. A web of lies and lust, power and eternity. Beautiful in its entirety, shimmering with deceit, drawn with chaos. Still, she wanted him. Wanted Sal. Wanted the lie. If only to have something to herself.

Dark brows drew together in dismay and she turned to look at him. Both legs moved, knees bent against the chair so she could sit straight. "What memories do you have of me?" the Sith asked curiously, leaning closer to the ever-after green gaze. After all, there were a few missing from her own mind, knowing would remedy that. The battle of her emotions split, desire spilled straight from her, oozing, inching, and finally caressing... mingling with his.

It was soft, demanding. The subservient echoes slowly followed and her violet eyes were wanton with inaction. She dropped her elbows to her knees to cradle her chin to occupy her hands. "Tell me everything..."



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[Salem Norongachi]

Another drink. Another salve for the wound she had carved from a past not of his own making. Would it be a mortal one, he wondered, would he be the one to decide, in the end? Still is gaze never faltered, he drank her in as a man would an oasis in the desert, uncaring that the waters were foul. Unwilling to resist the madness of instinct, of a need so strong it burns away logic and reason.

"I remember that." Salem responded with a nod to her expression, the way the skin folded delicately between those dark splashes upon the white canvas of her skin. He needed another mouthful of whisky then, to wash away the words that lingered so close to the surface."But...I don't remember. I can't recall it as I would my own. They are prompted, a smell, a sound, an object, a person. Only then are they truly mine, to pluck out as one would a picture from a collection." A hand slipped through his raven head of hair, a habit he had yet to break.

"I was in a cantina on some unassuming world not two weeks after my return to this mortal plane. No other business than planning my next move. I lost myself amongst the barflies, little paying attention to any of their tales when I saw a figure, her back to me. It was just a mess of raven hair that called to me, set against skin of snow, " His eyes seemed to dim as he recalled the memory and then they refocused. "That was the first time I knew your name."

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[Anesia Jy'Vun]

How much would this cost? The question hung in Anesia's head, swinging back and forth. Priceless. Knowledge was power. The fact that it could emotionally tear her to shreds- memories having claws so sharp, sharper than any physical form- and cut deep, started to matter less. These were things perhaps the Master should have wanted to forget, just so the pain would cease. But she was who she was... and the emotion drove her.

As he spoke, she became more intrigued and she seemed distant, remembering. His eyes. Those eyes, were looking at her, at it seemed just within reach and not hundreds of years in the past. The cantina was not quite alight, the shadows had room to stretch. Many scents of wood, liquor, and sweat drove up her nose furthering her experience. It felt real, down to the dirty glasses in her hands. The vision in the mirror behind the bar revealing an unkempt waitress, long wavy dark hair, and dirt brown eyes.

The ship...

And it was gone, slipping through her fingers before she was ready. Eyes wide, Anesia let out an exasperated breath and shook herself, hair flying with her head. There was more and she had decided in that moment, she had to know. In a matter of seconds, her lids fell half mast and she forced the natural brown of her eyes to replace the violet. "Or an action..." she said, not hesitating before leaning forward and falling to her knees.

The inky slither of her lithe hands came to rest upon his thighs, making room to slide between and press her lips to his. The perfect height,. Odd. Those soft, small mounds of flesh were moist, sweet even as they devoured him. Mouth slightly ajar, Anesia breathed her power into him, one exhale at a time. The electricity of it skating inside and then out, all along his flesh.


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[Salem Norongachi]

The band played its last, the dance was over and yet he could still hear the music. The bounding rhythm of his heart as their lips met, the rush of unbridled passion that had crashed relentlessly against the dam of his self control. It burst, battered and smashed against his body until he feared he would be forever lost in the moment.

The glass tumbled from his grip as his hands grasped desperately for her flesh, clutching her face so tightly as if he were afraid she might somehow escape. An then it came to him in bursts of vivid colour, the ship, the shirt ripped from his flesh and then...He stopped, his right hand slipping into the mass of curls and seizing a fistful while the other delicately cupped her chin, moving her away. He gazed deep into those brown pools, knowing more now than he had when they had been reunited.

"Only for tonight..." But he knew that was a lie, so momentous that it tore the very foundations of truth down around it.

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[Anesia Jy'Vun]

"Really..." the whisper came, threatening...

Unbridled lust and power pushed at him through the Force, Anesia not quite having her fill. He had set her skin afire, played with the beast, and while chains could be heard with a rustling, the cage had been opened. Long, dark lacquered nails dug into his thighs as if urging him. The animal within rolling around the edges of his mind, relentless in her new found awareness. Never once did she attempt to remove his hand from her face. She merely smiled slowly, "Was it too much for you, darling?" The Sith taunted and ran just the tip of her pink tongue along her bottom lip. Questioning his very essence of being a man... Even though she knew now that to be untrue... was down right dirty.

The fevered gaze moved to his fingers, just the tips could be seen as they held her chin, then to the broken glass and all its splintered shards upon the floor. Brown pools drifted back up, and in the way most men take in a woman's form, she did to Omega. It was slow, deliberate, chock full of intensity, even when she got to his own. She doubted his statement and he knew it. That was when she stood, still in the same place between his knees. The cloak fell from her like liquid and pooled at her booted feet. It was her turn to stare down, daring him with only a look. In that moment, he cracked, standing in the face of need, and taking her with him.

The rhythm of madness had all but begun again and there was only the fire.

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