Private Hell's My Paradise

[Allyson Locke]

//: Vaylin //:
//: H O R N S //:

There is a thin line between love and hate. Both emotions are plagued with a burning desire, but by two different names, passion and rage. The universe continues to force two people together, and when they come together, their meeting is met with explosive consequences. Never in her life did Allyson have someone so focused on destroying her. Vaylin was another type of enemy she had made through her actions - not her allegiance.

Yet, after the years had passed and Vaylin had done her best to break the Corellian, she was unsuccessful. The Zabrak even had gone as far to rip the Spy's eye from its socket, but now the woman found herself wrapped in the arms of her enemy. Allyson would attest this change to whatever had happened to her when they had fallen into the hole during Vaylin's latest attempt to kill the Corellian. Something had changed drastically, and whatever it was, Allyson was partially grateful for it.

Vaylin had gotten too close at times to ending Allyson's life, and Allyson was quite fond of living.

Tonight after the party on Bastion, Allyson pulled the Zabrak into one of the SIA safe houses that she had established during her stay as Rae. Old uniforms collected dust on the dressers, but both women were too preoccupied with the other. Years of tension and the evening's inhibitions consumed them as the lights faded in the safe house.

Allyson slept. She slept soundly for the first time in what felt like ages. The feeling of someone else besides her, her guard down, and she allowed herself to relax. An eye fluttered open as she found her face buried in a mess of dark hair; the mixed scent of the bar and Vaylin's perfume infiltrated her senses. For just a moment, the Corellian allowed herself to indulge in the woman beside her, forgetting their shared history. Shifting against her, a hand trailed slender fingertips down the length of the Zabrak's arm.

An odd turn of events, but one she didn't regret - for now. Sitting up, Allyson reached for the abandoned eyepatch and pulled it over the cybernetic eye. She glanced down as she settled back against the pillow; it was unfortunate that the safe houses were never meant for things like this - but the small bed and few spare blankets did well enough.

Sitting there, Allyson contemplated her evening's choices. Was this a mistake? Should she have left Vaylin alone? The answers made sense, the ones that people around her would have said, but it wasn't like Allyson would ever listen to anyone around her. A smug grin crossed her face as she thought about the Circle and how certain members would react to her consorting with a former Sith.

Strangely, when she thought about it - a part of her felt as if she had more in common with the Sith than other Jedi. She didn't want their path, nor did she ever find herself drowning in the light. Her work, her missions were frowned upon but necessary. Either way, now wasn't the time to think about work or the Jedi - especially when she had a beautiful woman beside her. Leaning over, she put her arms over the sleeping Zabrak and lowered herself, brushing her lips against her cheek up to her ear where she whispered.

"Good morning~."​

 

[Vaylin]

It had been a very long time since Vaylin had ever followed a whim. Not since she was younger, before the days when she was a Sith. So it was probably not too surprising that shortly after becoming free of the Dark, she indulged. And it could probably be argued that anything with Allyson wasn’t a ‘whim’, not when it came to Vaylin. The former Sith and the Corellian Spy had a history that spanned years at this point. A back and forth effort to kill the other, with Vaylin being the aggressor nine times out of ten.

...Maybe ten out ten.

Despite it though, the Zabrak was never able to kill or break Allyson. Perhaps that’s what kept Vaylin intrigued, she was someone who was able to keep up with her after all this time. Even that day on Yavin IV, in one of the Saaraishash sparring rooms, was something Vaylin never forgot.

Take away the lightsabers, the Force, leave nothing but a sparring mat and Vaylin was in her element. She had grown up using action to express emotion, albeit stunted emotion if she were honest about it. You didn’t grow up in a household designed around training children into fighters, and not come out of it messed up.

Vaylin had never forgotten about the sparring match, a memory she still maintained despite the split from Moirai. She brushed aside the details; the messy emotions, ‘Rae’. And focused on the fire that burned within her that day, the excitement of having a worthy opponent to test her skill against. That and well...it didn’t hurt that her foe was easy on the eye. What happened on that day had been cut short, and it seemed the previous evening had been the long overdue followup.

The Zabrak mumbled, arm twitching slightly at Allyson’s touch. But she didn’t stir despite the further movements. It wasn’t until she felt the Corellian’s lips against her cheek, that Vaylin finally moved.

Even first thing in the morning, Allyson was a tease.

“How are you already so you, especially this early.” Vaylin grumbled the words, but there was no denying the small smile on her face. A couple seconds later and the Zabrak’s eyes fluttered open, purple meeting hazel green.

Allyson Locke​

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Vaylin //:
//: H O R N S //:

Vaylin would be greeted by the smile she adored so much through their ongoing rivalry. It was the same smile that drove the Zabrak to near insanity and rage. Allyson would be lying if she denied that she loved getting under Vaylin's skin in such a way. Even now, after Vaylin had renounced the dark side of the Force - Allyson still enjoyed teasing the woman.

"Oh, what do you mean?" Her voice was light and playful as she lowered herself once more, hovering her lips above Vaylin's. She didn't kiss her but soon pulled away and found her place beside the still lounging woman.

An arm snaked under the sheet and around Vaylin's waist as Allyson rested her head in the nape of her neck. "Mm, I can't help myself - you like it." She grinned again, brushing her lips carefully along the woman's bare shoulder.

There was an undeniable pull from the Zabrak. Allyson couldn't explain it, especially now. There were times she found herself wandering and wondering how to draw the Sith out of hiding. To make her pay attention and begin the game of cat and mouse. Even when she was in fear of her life, Allyson, deep down, knew that her rival would never end the game they played.

Allyson couldn't end the game either. For how much they wanted to kill each other, they never did. The moment they did, there was the question of what now?

Still, Allyson found herself wondering that same question. There was a different pull to the woman, something just as intoxicating as rage and hate. As she remained quietly thinking, her lips moved along Vaylin's shoulder to her ear. Hands roamed as she kept her close.

"I do have to say, Vaylin, I quite like this side of you. You should have definitely let yourself go after that spar." Allyson poked, while she probably shouldn't have - it was too tempting. Talking also kept her from indulging herself further with the Zabrak.

There was just something addicting about her.​

 

[Vaylin]

The Zabrak rolled her eyes at seeing that particular smile from Allyson. Even though it didn’t nearly infuriate her as much now, it was still a tool the Corellian could use against her. At least now Vaylin’s desire was to try and smother it with a kiss, and not a lightsaber like the old days. The temptation rose in the Zabrak, but as if reading her thoughts Allyson continued to tease. First hovering above her, lips barely a breath away until the Corellian decided to sink back down to her side.

Vaylin closed her eyes as she felt Allyson’s arm wrap around her waist. The woman sunk into the embrace, enjoying the simple feeling of touch.

Such a simple thing had eluded her for years now, far too many of them. The only thing she could feel was pain, and rage. The former fuelling the latter as she charged into battle, with arguably reckless abandon. So naturally of course, she wound up in the bed of the one person who knew how to get under her skin.

Knew the kinks in her armour, and how to elicit a response.

Vaylin didn’t answer Allyson on whether she liked it. She just let out a grumble, a non-answer but also not a denial.

The temptation to try and switch the tables stirred within the Zabrak, but the desire to simply be, to enjoy the peace and calm was stronger. Vaylin had spent years on the opposing side of that. She was allowed to indulge after all these years.

“Well, nothing like being years late to that.” Vaylin chuckled in response, eyes opening to look over at Allyson. “Honestly? I probably would have back then, if I hadn’t been such a mess at the time.”

Allyson Locke​

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Vaylin //:
//: H O R N S //:

Hands explored as Allyson listened. Vaylin had always been one thing to her, a toy - something she pawed at till it reacted. She never understood why she would find some way to bother the Zabrak, but the chase was exhilarating.

Keeping her hold on the other woman, Allyson nuzzled her face gently against Vaylin's neck, letting the heat of her breath tickle her soft skin. Fingers grazed against battle wounds, possibly caused by her, each having a story that Allyson wanted to explore. A quiet noise murmured against the Zabrack's ear, agreeing with what she was saying.

They were both a mess; Allyson knew this. If anything, Vaylin was the one person that could understand her on that front. They both had been manipulated, their minds becoming their worst enemies. Maybe that's why they were so drawn to each other.

This was far better than trying to kill each other.

"We were both a mess. To be fair, I doubt either of us is much better now." Small nips teased at the former Sith as Allyson smirked from behind. "The only difference is we both know we're disasters, and instead of killing each other…." She let her touch finish what she was saying. "You know me, I'm open to making up for the lost time." Moving again, Allyson leaned over Vaylin and looked down. "You have anywhere you need to be?"​

 

[Vaylin]

Vaylin would’ve been lying through her teeth, if she didn’t admit to enjoying this. Just the simplicity of laying in bed with someone, the peace and calmness of it all. Especially with someone that knew you deeply, to a point they knew how you moved, how you thought. The greatest irony of it all, being it was Allyson Locke in the end.

Their chase had spanned years, hunting and learning how to better fight the other. In a way they had helped sharpen each other's skills. It was always thrilling to hunt the Corellian down, knowing there was a possibility she had a new trick or an improvement of an old one up her sleeve. And no matter how many times it failed, nor how many wounds she got in the fights.

Vaylin always continued the chase.

She supposed finding herself here in Allyson’s bed, was a fitting epilogue. The woman had always been a big flirt, and Vaylin had often reciprocated, albeit subconsciously so at times. Until Moirai became increasingly prominent, and her desire to capture and destroy took over.

The Zabrak felt guilt for that. She was proud of the things she had accomplished as Sith, but taking Allyson’s eye was not one of them. She glanced over when the woman nuzzled herself against her neck. A pang of guilt welled up, only to be brushed aside as she felt Allyson’s breath against her skin.

Vaylin shivered at the sensation, still not entirely used to having her senses back. She also wondered if Allyson had read her at that moment, caught the guilt. But the Zabrak didn’t dwell on it for long, and instead just simply enjoyed the intimacy.

She could feel Allyson’s fingers as they trailed and traced the scars that decorated her body. There were a lot of them, and it seemed the Corellian had found a particular one. Vaylin’s oldest, caused by a Maalraas’ claws on Dxun.

The Zabrak’s thoughts shifted along with the mood. She gave Allyson a playful glare in response to her intentional action. But that glare quickly turned into a mischievous grin. Using a burst of athleticism, Vaylin turned their situation around. Throwing Allyson down onto the bed, and allowing the Zabrak on top instead.

“Nope, got nowhere I need to be. Nor is anyone expecting me, except for a certain Corellian beneath me.”

Allyson Locke​

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Vaylin //:

Allyson never planned things anymore. Life was too unpredictable. When things had fallen apart with Kaili and then with Jyoti - she figured it was better to let life surprise you and to allow it to ruin plans. To have Vaylin on top of her was a pleasant surprise. In most of their past - this would have meant death or possibly the loss of another eye. But this wasn't the past, and Vaylin was something else - different.

"Perfect; I was wholeheartedly expecting your arrival." Allyson laughed as her hand slowly caressed against the wrists and hands that pinned her to the duvet. She wondered if she should regret what she did that led up to this, but each mistake was a lesson. This lesson only taught her that she might have put her feelings into the wrong person because once more, she was scorned. Jorryn was nowhere to be found or seen; she figured Taeli Raaf must have done away with the ill-fitted Lord Inquisitor. It would be a fitting end, but one that Allyson would have never wished for.

Even now, she wonders if Rae was just a ploy for the pair to rid themselves of their current partners. For her, an uncaring Jedi Knight, and for Jorryn, someone she didn't deserve. Allyson squirmed slightly under the Zabrak, "What are you going to do now? Since you've finally caught me?