Forever

[Marcello Matteo]

Marcello didn't really have dreams when he slept anymore, and he'd grown accustom to the fact. However, his sleep was often fitful, providing very little rest and requiring to rely on meditation more than anything. The Jedi Master couldn't be positive what the exact reason was for his typical insomnia, but none of that had mattered for the past...however long it had been.

Slowly, Marcello's eyelids fluttered open to reveal rested glacier-blue eyes. For a moment, he thought perhaps he was actually dreaming as his eyes found Kiskla's soft features. In that moment, gazing at a profile view of her face, Marcello decided that she absolutely had to be the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Memories of the passion they'd just shared began to drift through his mind, prompting a warm, genuine smile to spread across his lips.

Planting a palm into the soft sheets, the large Jedi pushed his body upwards, moving to lean his back against the headboard beside Kiskla. The comforter fell away from his upper body as Marcello tucked several loose strands of hair behind his ears. Following a deep inhale and a slow exhale, Marcello turned his smile in [member="Kiskla Grayson"]'s direction. Always on the job as usual.

Marcello's smile widened ever so slightly. "Recharged?"

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Kiskla flinched slightly when [member="Marcello Matteo"] stirred. Still, she wasn't used to keeping such close company. Her training demanded distance, but her rebellion demanded otherwise. When he asked whether or not she recharged, she simpered humorously. More than one could understand. Welcoming someone to that degree was an experience for her on a multitude of levels, and it invigorated her desire to continue doing what she did best -- feeling more refreshed. And if he was asking if she were more a cohesive whole than a mass of wriggling, elated organs, that was also true. So much truth, so little time.
With a slip of a slender digit, the datapad powered down and her mind powered up. An idea was forming, and would be executed with the usual pristine brilliance the guardian-turned consular spoke with. She set it aside, and straightened her legs beneath the covers, holding a hand to her stomach and nodding slightly.

"On so many levels." Mischief, was that mischief in her voice? Well this was certainly the time and place for it. Oh, perhaps not the time. What time was it anyways? With the fluidity of a finessed fighter, the blonde twisted from her position until a palm was pressed on either side of the spacer, blankets twisting around her knees as she did so. She didn't stay poised like this for long, only giving herself enough time to gently entrap the Master's lips against hers and slide to her feet. He was on the side of the window, and she briefly glanced out at the city's view. The sun had already made it's rotation as was igniting the city's buildings that threatened to pierce the atmosphere. "I was catching up on the amount of Padawans that needed Masters within The Order." Kiskla began, putting voice to her plans while not facing him, and looking onward. She would let him consider her thoughts while she showered. That was her plan, anyway. "There's one that..has views toward The Order that reflect yours." Still, she didn't turn around.

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"But you'd not share those, would you." A heavy sigh weighted on her lips, it was false and back to her game-playing self, but it was realistic enough to believe. Even for someone who had as much insights into her as Marcello did. "I bet not." Enough of a view for them both, and Kiskla turned, without much else of a word -- immediately cutting off the view of her back dimples. But no more words? That would have been unnatural, so she explained herself while glancing at the chrono that had been on her side of the bed. 10am. She had a lot of reading to do. "I have a meeting at two at silk holdings. They generously renewed their contract with The Republic." That was unfortunately, all she offered before disappearing into the refresher room.

Once bare feet met tile, Kiskla took only a moment to catch her reflection and offer herself a nod of approval before dipping into the refresher to wash the evening's crusades from her body.

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Kiskla's immediate response and accompanying actions brought a thin smile to his face. The fleeting kiss was returned with as much passion as the brevity of the action would allow. In silence, Marcello's blue eyes watched Kiskla's slender frame make it's way to the window.

Another flood of memories threatened to take over his sunconscious as he forced himself to rise from the bed. The female Jedi's comment about a Padawan haboring similar views as Marcello passed without reaction from the large Jedi. It was her passive comment about him not going into detail about his views that caused a single eyebrow to arch.

As Kiskla turned to face him once more, Marcello folded his arms across his chest. Her declaration was made with a curt nod of the head. A useless one seeing as she'd no doubt not even seen it. Part of Marcello was content to allow the woman to continue in with her business devoid any distraction from himself, but that wouldn't have been any fun.

Smirking at his faint reflection in the window, Marcello dropped his arms and entered the refresher room unceremoniously. Kiskla was already in the refresher by the time he'd entered the room. A small handful of long strides carried him towards the refresher. The glass-paneled door was open no more than a second.

Seizing [member="Kiskla Grayson"]'s diminutive body in his hefty grasp, he firmly pressed his lips to her own water-soaked mouth. Every kiss to and from the fullness of her lips was like a new experience for Marcello, but he allowed this one to linger for only a few seconds. Withdrawing his face just enough to brush his lips by her ear, he made one comment. "I only have one thought right now, and I'm going to show you every finite detail of its nature...this instant."

The story wouldn't wane in much of an instantaneous nature, however.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Well darn it. Now it was quarter to twelve and she still had a lot of reading to do. With a toss of her air-dried hair the young woman touched her tingling mouth before twisting the button to secure the waist of her pants. Then, with a wriggle of her arms and a definitive tug, the last glimpse of her naturally cinnamon-kissed abdomen disappeared beneath black cloth.

[member="Marcello Matteo"] hadn't reacted to her coy comments the way she had intended. She had expected him to rise to the challenge. Instead, however, he'd risen to a different one that was of a more selfish nature she didn't deny. The space of the hotel was suffocating, and if she planned on getting anything done that was for the benefit of others rather than the two Jedi, she'd have to extricate herself.

"His name is Ryan Korr." Kiskla said abruptly, while twisting her locks upward into a loose bun and then resting her hands on her hips. She turned to face Marcello, tilting her chin so she could actually meet his gaze she to her vertical disadvantage.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Delete please...

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Marcello, in his mind, had simply elected to pursue that which interested him most at the time. Unfortunately for Kiskla's past desires, or perhaps...fortunately, the Naboo Jedi Master cared little for the story of a lost Padawan with issues with the Jedi Order. Jedi having issues with the Order was not a new thing...especially as of late when some, including Council members, were abandoning the Order to create their own version. That story was intriguing to Marcello.

In fact, all of his recent thoughts over the past couple days had already very much changed his opinion on how best to be an asset. It was easy to be a Rogue and do good things, but it was much more challenging to effect change from the inside - enabling a larger organization to do great things. That was a Jedi Order Marcello wanted to be a part of.

As he watched [member="Kiskla Grayson"] finish getting dressed, the large Jedi Master smirked having already gotten dressed. His own blonde hair was still a touch wet, and he'd had the concierge bring him a shirt from the gift shop which he now wore beneath his brown leather jacket.

When Kiskla spun around to address him, Marcello smiled thinly in return. "I will handle it, Kiskla." Leaning against the mold of the doorway into the refresher room, Marcello glanced at the chronograph in the bedroom before giving his attention back to Kiskla. "It's time I took my leave of this planet anyways." A very slow appraisal of the Kiffar's body with his glacier-blue eyes preceded Marcello crossing the refresher room to deposit a soft, quick kiss upon Kiskla's cheek. "Hopefully it won't be long before our paths cross again."

Though it was entirely possible it would be...especially if Marcello was about to pick up a Padawan. The Jedi Master didn't believe in canned, rigid training sessions in and around some temple. You didn't learn that way. Much more existed between a Master and Padawan than simply learning skills. That was the experience he'd received, and it was the only experience he was willing to give another.