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"Vows have been spoken, and with the power invested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. With these vows, you have agreed to be bound together forever. With these vows, you have agreed to love each other, coexist with each other, and fight for each other until death do you part." The Matchmaker took the longer ribbon from Tula's lekku - earning a soft 'hey!' - and cut it, wrapping it around the couple's hands. "Or until you're sick of each other." She added on with a grumble, though it was accompanied by the slightest upturn of the corner of her thin lips and more lighthearted than anything else that had come out of her mouth that evening. The older woman was happy to see her favorite Twi'lek free from her shackles, she would admit that. And even though she was running off with someone else, she knew Tula would finally gain the freedom that she yearned for. It stilled the shakiness of her heart that previously quaked with jealousy of the hybrid male. It may not have been her to be the one to make Tula smile every day, but at the very least, Tula would continue to smile. With that small piece of knowledge, she will be at peace.

"Well, there's no use staring stupidly at each other! Kiss and be off already! And wipe the drool off your chin, boy, it's disgusting." The older woman smirked as she officiated the documents they needed for their marriage, signing them in different places and what not.

A pang of fear ebbed at Tula's heart. This was it. A different kind of freedom was going to be taken away from her, though she wasn't as reluctant to give this one up. It was the shift of a new change that would be sealed with a kiss. The Twi'lek would be a married woman in just a few seconds and she truly didn't know how to feel about it. She knew that there were no seconds thoughts. Perhaps it was the feeling of cold lekku? Everyone had to feel this way during their wedding, surely. Tula exhaled heavily and smiled again, inching closer to the man in front of her. It was no jasshi'rr, but it would definitely do. Her nose scrunched up a little as she laughed at her husbands antics.

"You expect too much of me, hybrid. If we consummate as you suggest, we will never get off-world with how insatiable I know you to be." Teasing was coming easier to her. Small quips and retorts were coming off her tongue smoother each time.

A small bit of courage was what it took for Tula to close the space between them in their second kiss ever, her eyes remaining only slightly open for a moment before closing fully. There was a feeling of fluttering deep in her stomach that she couldn't quite place when her lips met Tristram's. It was definitely different from the others she had in the past. Those were sloppy, hard, and possessive in a way that she didn't approve. [member="Tristram Senan"] 's was gentle and sweet, almost reassuring in a way. The Twi'lek was almost reluctant to pull away when she decided to break the kiss.

"Besides," Tula said softly, her eyes half-lidded and her voice lower in a tone that she wasn't aware she had. "I want to see how long you can resist your wife."

 

[Tristram Senan]

The grumpy older woman was certainly still jealous of Tristram as she continued to try to cut him down. She wasn't wrong that this situation was probably the wet dream of far more men and women on the moon than he could possibly imagine. A pink skinned twi'lek woman was a great figure and a lovely personality was marrying him after all, but it was just to get her out of slavery. It was just so she could escape in plain sight while leaving behind a fake trail for her owner to follow once he caught wind of her being gone. It was all business and nothing else.... Or so Tristram was having to keep telling himself right now.

Tula and Tristram's hands were bound together by one of her ribbons and then pronounced wed. She had to tease him about him being insatiable and then a moment later kiss him to seal the marriage for good. As her lips pressed into his own, he gave into the action and kissed her back. It was not the quick peak that you might expect from an arranged couple but also not the kind filled with raw passion that you would see from a pair of lovers. No this kiss was somewhere in between them, and it was pushing Tristram further past that line of this just being all business. And as if she knew that, she teased him yet again about how she was seeing how long he could last. With those words uttered this was no longer just business for Tristram at all. He had made up his mind that he was going to call her bluff and see just how long she could resist him as well.

With their hands still bound, Tristram leaned down next to [member="Tulas'enan"] ear. He whispered in a serious tone of voice that only she could hear, " Who said I could resist you? Once we get off this moon I swear I'm going to bend you over a table or crate and show you just how insatiable I can be." He immediately gave her neck a teasing nip like he had done the first time they had met. Oh how he wanted her right now, but he was going to have to focus on the task at hand first. He had half a mind to destroy the entire group controlling the club right now just so he could get plenty of alone time with his Honey Bee. He straightened himself back up though and looked to the matchmaker. He said with a smile, " Now then, why don't we sign those papers and get out of your hair? I'm sure you don't want to see me getting all handsy with my wife." It felt strange to him to be saying that word in seriousness. A new beginning it seemed was upon the both of them. But where did it lead?

 

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The newly wed Tulas'enan yelped as Tristram, her husband now, bit her for the second time in one day, turning an impossible shade of lilac. Though she was thoroughly embarrassed, she laughed at their banter and thought about how much she enjoyed it. It was fun and freeing in a way - going back and forth as if wit was a tennis ball - because with him, she had the ability to speak whatever was on her not so innocent mind. At the club, she never had any room for teasing before because, one: she didn't have many friends to tease, and two: her sole purpose was to be seen and used by whoever bought her time, not spoken too. A smirk formed on her face as she removed the ribbon from their hands and replaced them on her waist, accentuating her shapely figure.

"You are truly a rough one, hybrid." A small huff left her mouth as a tiny laugh, taking a step closer to him in a silly attempt to size him up, although she wasn't serious about it. Her next words were spoken very softly. "I have experienced rougher."

As the two flirted shamelessly, the Matchmaker allowed herself one more eye roll before stamping the papers and folding them. It was now official in the eyes of whoever claimed themselves as a God and paper. This parchment was her ticket to freedom. Tula only hoped that it bought her the time and escape that Tristram promised. It was finally time for her to go home. She had been away too long. For a brief moment, she wondered what had become of her parents. A small part of her wanted to believe that everything had been going normally, but the Twi'lek knew that wasn't true. She had heard stories of parents divorcing and growing to hate each other after their daughter(s) were taken from them by slavers, some were even so stricken by grief that they were driven to suicide. Her small fist clenched by her side now, hopefully gone unnoticed, at the thought of her own family. If anything had happened, perhaps her return can bring things back to normal?

As [member="Tristram Senan"] overlooked the papers, Tula approached the older woman and began to pull out the small bag of credits that she had in order to pay her for her time. Her rosy-colored hand was stopped, however, by a paler one that prevented her from even brushing her fingertips against the currency. Tula looked up to the Matchmaker in shock, opening her mouth to ask why, but was stopped by another hand being held up in the air. The older woman was usually greedy as hell.

"Your freedom and happiness is payment enough, Tula. Live a good life and name one of your kids after me, you hear?" A melancholy smile graced the woman's face. The Twi'lek took in her appearance in detail this time, noticing the wrinkles on her skin and the sullenness of her eyes; eyes that had seen many things, yellowing with time. Tula realized that this was a goodbye. The Matchmaker was not young in age and there was a slim chance of Tula ever returning to Nar Shaada. Perhaps after she got strong enough to liberate the rest of the girls in the club, but that was a long time into the future. It was most likely that this will be the last time they will see each other. Tula nodded in unspoken understanding, a soft smile resting on her face as she took the woman's hands in her own and kissed them. They may have not liked each other all that much after the initial rejection, but in the end, Tula had allowed her to keep her feelings. The pink woman then placed a kiss on the other's face, at the corner of her mouth. It was the least she could do while feeling comfortable with it.

"Thank you, you psychotic old hag. Perhaps we will fall in love in the next life?" A laugh was shared between the both of them before they separated. A late, but mended, friendship.

A quiet "Go." was all Tula got in return. Turning to Tristram, she grinned and started back up the aisle. She was eager to get the hell off this moon and leave it all behind. "Come, hybrid! You have yet to finish rescuing me."

 

[Tristram Senan]

This woman was pushing her husband further and further past that line of being just business. Tula's teasing was getting more bold as well as the two spend time together. The way she tied her ribbon around her waist to show off her figure to Tristram that proved this. He just couldn't help but be attracted to this bold, independent woman teasing back. It didn't matter to him that she was a slave or what her owner had been forcing her to do until now. All of that was the past and right now was the present. What she was right now was his wife purposefully teasing him in a seductive way. That was what mattered to him, and it was giving him too many ideas not related to getting off of the moon.

The matchmaker handed the paperwork over to Tristram. He had a feeling it was her way at getting a shot in on him since it was not subtle what his eyes were saying of his thoughts right now. He began to look them over and as he did [member="Tulas'enan"] spoke with the other woman. He was curious about what it was about, but he gave his new wife her privacy. If it was something he needed to know then she would say it, maybe. Everything was official and in place. With this there was no chance for anyone to think Tula had been a slave or what kind of work she had been in. Legally the woman was as free as he was now, even though her owner might not agree. He had to smile at her being free. It was not what he expected to see or do this morning when he woke up after drinking, but it was what he lived for. That was all he needed.

As Tula began to head out, Tristram gave the matchmaker a nod and a smile in thanks. He caught up to her quickly, and said, " Here Honey Bee. Proof you are a free woman." He held the papers out for her. The moment she took the papers, he literally swept her up off her feet. Carrying her like a princess, he gave her an impish grin. " Got to carry you over the thresh hold." A wink followed then he gave her lips another kiss. It was longer than a quick peak like he had done before, but it shorter than the kiss they had at the alter. With that, he walked her out of the place and back to the alleyway. She wanted to tease him and tempt him, so he would tease her back. If she thought he was kidding about what he told her earlier too then she was going to be pleasantly mistaken. Now they just needed to get off the moon safely so he could fulfill his promise.

 

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'You are a free woman.'

These were the words that Tula wanted to hear for so long, and now they rang gently in her ears. She couldn't, wouldn't, fight the smile that grew on her face. It signified relief, triumph, and utter happiness. 'Happy' didn't quite scratch the surface of what was bubbling inside her, she didn't think any word could do that. What she was feeling inside her soul was just barely being contained by her flesh body, and a few tears spilled over her cheeks as proof of that. Tula had nearly given up what last shred of hope she had left in her small quarters of the club. A lit match, though nothing in comparison to a wildfire, is a fire regardless.

Wiping the tears from her cheeks, Tula accepted their marriage documents and held them gingerly. She suddenly felt quite protective of the papers, afraid that anyone would come up and rip them into pieces, leaving Tula and [member="Tristram Senan"] back at square one. The Twi'lek would make a point of getting a protective sleeve for the papers and some sort of file to store it away properly. Though, her planning was cut short when she suddenly felt herself being carried by strong arms, a short shout escaping her lips. Her pink arms wrapped around Tristram's shoulders - for balance, she tried to convince herself - and she gave the culprit a look.

"You humans and your strange traditions." Tula said dismissively, a fond smile upon her face. Her lips were captured in yet another kiss by her new husband. Each of their three kisses had different meaning, it would seem, as this one seemed almost celebratory. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to hate him for this one (or any of them, if she were being honest with herself). When they parted, Tula found that her hand had made its way to his face, sitting there softly, and allowed her forehead to rest against his own.

"Thank you." Tula said softly. The tears that fell down her cheeks this time were not wiped away, but worn proudly. Tristram had single-handedly broken her shackles and lead her into freedom at the price of his own bachelorhood. She had a lot that she owed to this man and would gladly spend a long time trying to repay it. Back in Lessu, she used to tell stories to the younglings. When she got back, Tula would have one hell of a story to tell. A part of her hoped that Tristram wouldn't leave her after Nar Shaddaa, that he would join her to Ryloth, but she also knew it would be unfair to him and selfish of her. Tula absent-mindedly fiddled with the ribbon tied around her ring finger.

"What is our next course of action, husband?"

 

[Tristram Senan]

Anyone right now could assume that these two were lovers. They had kissed, their foreheads were pressed into each other, and they were just as close to each other physically as you could be without actually making love. The moment was beyond the original point of the marriage. Tristram knew it, and he was fine with it. He shouldn't be fine with it given that this woman was likely just acting and the moment she was freed of the moon would want that divorce. The idea of it left a tiny pang in his heart, but there was nothing he could do about it. All he could do was accept what she wanted and let her have it. She was free after all with him not his slave in a different fashion.

When [member="Tulas'enan"] asked Tristram what the next course of action was, he had to adjust his thoughts away from stripping her clothes off mentally. That ribbon around her waist was just getting his thoughts in not so polite places. After a moment he smiled to her and said, " I'm going to set your firm rear on top of that crate and then I'm pushing you to the port. Newly weds after all, so it would be that cutesy behavior people hate looking at. Also it will help hide your face since you will have to keep that pretty face looking at me. All for getting you out of here safely I promise." It wasn't. In fact it wasn't even for those reasons either. She could just as easily walk next to him with her arms locked onto one of his and keep her face buried in his shoulder or neck and get the same effect. But if she did that then he wouldn't get to look at her pretty face all the way to the port. He was beginning to let his desires dictate his actions and choices here. Not good, but he also didn't want to lose a moment with her. She was the first woman he had married and likely would be the only one.

Not really waiting for Tula to respond, Tristram just went ahead and sat her butt down on top of the crate once they were out the door. It had thankfully not moved or been messed with. But seeing it did bring him back to some sense of the present again. The not so precious cargo inside it would eventually wake up, and every second that past got them closer to that happening. He placed his arms on either side of her and leaned in so his face was not far from her own. He said to her with a smirk in a low voice, " Time to get you out of here Honey Bee." He leaned forward further and gave her another kiss. This kiss actually held more passion behind it than the one when he was carrying her. He was really pushing it, but he couldn't help himself. The more he saw of this woman the more he wanted her. He was going to keep that promise he made to her even if it killed him in the end.

 

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Tula laughed as she was set down on top of the holocrate that contained Rhackam. A small part of her didn't like the fact that he was just mere centimeters apart from her, but the rest of her knew that Tristram would protect her should anything happen. That fact intrigued her. What had drawn him to save her in the first place? Why not just mind his own business and continue about his day, not thinking even once about the runaway slave girl? The hybrid male had chosen to put himself in harms way, sacrifice his bachelorhood, and buy multiple tickets off-moon just to throw her pursuers off track... to protect her. A special fondness for Tristram was definitely taking root in her heart, and not just because he stole a few kisses or because he was her husband.

As [member="Tristram Senan"] leaned in and kissed her once again, Tula giggled against his lips. "You are so needy. I should leave you." Thanks to this charming hybrid, her entire life had changed for the better. Though she would leave the rejoicing for later, when they were sure she was safe. She though of where they would go next? A soft sigh escaped her as she was pushed down the roads that had been her jail. Would they even be together after this? Or would she be dropped off at the nearest habitable planet? Tristram's personality reminded Tula of a few men who visited the club. Very charming, good-looking, extremely good with word choice; silver-tongued. It scared her a bit, because those same men were cruel and undignified. They take their pleasure then leave. Would that be the case with Tristram?

No, that couldn't be the case. Tristram was nothing like those men. They would never risk their ring finger just for some 'action'.

Tula bit her lip and risked a glance to the man in question before looking at their surroundings. A wave of anxiety started to hit her as they made their way to the port. She felt everyone's eyes on her for some reason and it felt like everyone knew. What if they weren't as clever as they thought? Would they be captured at the port? When will Rhackam wake up? What will happen to Tristram if she was found again? All these unanswered questions stroke fear into her heart, her anxiety evident on her face. Her pink hand rested on top of Tristram's as a sort of 'rock' to ground herself from these zooming thoughts.

"What is our honeymoon destination? Hopefully it is somewhere warm." Tula joked as a way to calm herself down, though her worries were still evident through her tone.

 

[Tristram Senan]

To say that Tristram was enjoying himself as he pushed Tula down the street towards the port would not be right. What he felt about it was much more complex and enjoy was not nearly strong enough of a word to express just how much enjoyment he was getting. It was a way for him to get to look at her pretty face as they went, keep others from seeing her, tease her to no end, and get to lay a sort of claim over her physically with his arms on either side of her. It was as much selfish as it was altruistic. How this day started off as him waking up in an abandoned warehouse and seemed to be leading towards an end of him married and on the way to their honeymoon was beyond him. Still, it was more of a delight than anything he could have hoped for in a single day.

When [member="Tulas'enan"] placed her hand over his own, Tristram knew just how nervous she was feeling. The little escape of the marriage ceremony had worn off it seemed and reality had set back in. He needed to give her some comfort to balance out the anxiety. With an impish smirk after hearing what she had to say, he replied back, " I was thinking we could go to your homeworld Honey Bee. And yes I know it is not my dreams. You are wearing far too many clothes right now to be from there." He gave her a wink and patted her hip with the hand she wasn't touching. Hopefully the contact and little joke helped ease her mind a bit. Plus he might find out a bit more about his wife. A strange thought to have.

They were certainly being watched, but it was not because they were suspicious of them. No people were just sick with disgust at watching the hybrid so blatantly flirting with some hooded woman on a the crate. They wanted to look away but they couldn't as it was like a ship wreck. So with those kinds of eyes, the people just mistook them for a pair of love sick fools rather than someone helping a runaway slave escape Nar Shaddaa. Knowing that too, Tristram took advantage of the situation and squeezed Tula's rear. Whatever she did to him in punishment was well worth it. He smirked as he said, " So Honey Bee, enjoying yourself? I am. Got the best sight in all of Nar Shaddaa in front of me and the best ass on the moon in my hand. Turning into one great day for me so far." He didn't wink after because it wasn't really a joke for him right now. As far as he was concerned in this moment, she was the prettiest woman on the moon and she always had a great butt.

 

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Tula yelped as she felt Tristram grope her rear, punching him in the chest with one hand and smacking him across the face with the other as a reflex. She regretted it immediately, as she didn't enjoy hitting people, but it did level the playing field in her eyes. It caused a few people to look in shock and curiosity, so she pulled her hood more over her face to hide her blush. Lilac dusted across her nose especially at the fact that his hand hadn't moved from her rump. She couldn't believe how public he was with his antics!

"Insatiable, I tell you..." She grumbled to herself, looking anywhere but Tristram's face. Tula didn't think she could survive through the satisfied smirk on his face. "Awfully handsy, as well, only rivaled by an Aqualish who bought my time many seasons ago. He treated my skin like a rag! Every time I moved he would yank me back. I thought I was going to have my arm ripped out of its' socket at one point. And the smell? I did not think it was possible for any creature to have a stench that rank!" Tula pinched the bridge of her nose in irritation, remembering the incident like it was yesterday. As a slave girl, the good days were heavily outnumbered by the bad. Though, she remembered that night had turned for the better.

"Funnily enough, a human came around and stopped him. You remind me a lot of him, now that I think on it. Very clever with his words. With a simple wave of his hand, the Aqualish decided to leave me alone." A chuckle escaped Tula's lips as she replayed the scene back in her mind. Looking to [member="Tristram Senan"] , the Twi'lek reached up to pinch his nose and lean in slightly. "If he decided to stay, I might have fallen in love with him. So consider yourself lucky, Mr. Senan."

It was a joke entirely, but she wouldn't miss an opportunity to make her new husband at least a little jealous. If the entirety of her enslavement was a season of extreme heat, then she would remember Briar as a cool breeze. The only difference between the two men was that one was a breeze and the other was a change of season. Her eyelids shut halfway as she looked into Tristram's eyes, baiting him in with her eyes; a skill she acquired from the club. If she were wearing a low-cut top, her breasts would have been involved as well. Tula kissed her husband, though just by the corner of his mouth with her lips just brushing against his skin.

"Win my affection and you may just stop me from trying to track him down." A tease, again, but she couldn't help herself! Men were the most competitive creatures, especially over women.

 

[Tristram Senan]

The punch and the slap did nothing to phase Tristram or even seem to register with him. He had gone through people hitting him with the intent to kill or maim more than he cared to admit, so Tula's little frustrated reactions were no more than love taps to him. What he was more effected by was the lilac blush running across her face. It was a adorable and it tugged at his heart oddly enough. It stirred desires to tease her more just to see it. Strange how much more of an effect that blushing had on him than the flashing of cleavage did. A quick look of the former was enough to sate his interest, but the former felt like he could never be sated nor satisfied no matter how much he saw it. What was happening to him? After her first comment though of him being insatiable, he replied back in her pause, " You are adorable Honey Bee. No matter what you do is adorable too."

Tula began to tell Tristram about an encounter she had once in the past. It started off with a handsy drunk and ended with her speaking fondly of the man who saved her from them. She even compared Tristram with the man because they both were clever with their words. The man must have been a trickster by nature as well, but it seemed that wasn't all. The mention of the hand wave told him this person must have been sensitive to the force and could use it well enough. Perhaps a former Jedi like himself. He did have to admit he got a pang of jealousy and was hurt a bit when Tula mentioned she might have fallen in love with the man. His smile did crack a bit and reveal those emotions to her. It was one of the few moments of honest emotion he had shown her today. The other times being when they first met and he was feeling impish. The rest were during their marriage. Her kiss on the side of his mouth though eased his feeling a bit and brought his smile back to its fullness.

Of course Tristram's wife couldn't resist to tease him back. When she went to kiss him, [member="Tulas'enan"] had given Tristram this tempting look and followed it all up with her line about winning her affection. That sparked his desire to tease her back to life. With a smirk he replied, " Who says I haven't been already Honey Bee?" He leaned in to kiss her yet again. His hand on her rear squeezed it once more. He was taking full advantage of the situation, but it was not the way her former customers would have. No he was showing genuine interest despite his intentions. It was closer to the touch of a lover than the groping of a pervert. After he broke away the kiss, he said, " Besides, that guy sounds like all he was interested in was a single night with you Tula. I'm in it for the long haul. Why else would I not demand payment upfront? Not asking for any payment at all."

 

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Tula was surprised at the sound of her name rolling off his tongue. Who knew that nothing but two syllables were able to cause such a stir somewhere deep inside her? From all the pet names and adjective nicknames (she had no quarrel with them), her name coming from Tristram's mouth would be something she could get used to. Briefly, she wondered about the hundreds of different ways he could say her name and realized that she wanted to hear them all. The Twi'lek suddenly became very hypersensitive to everything around her. She felt Tristram's hand on her, the way their legs sometimes brushed up against each other as they made their way to the port. The beating of her own heart within her chest resonated throughout her entire body. Tula could sense Tristram; the entirety of her husband in front of her. His entire being was really... him. For a sheer moment, a split thoughts' time, Tula couldn't recognize the feeling she felt. It felt.. good. Otherworldly.

"... You mean it?" She asked softly, so soft her lips barely moved apart to speak. Something in her golden eyes sparkled powerfully as she looked [member="Tristram Senan"] in the eye. "You... are not going to abandon me on the nearest planet?"​ A hopeful smile made its' way to her face. It was useless to ask the question after he had given her his answer, but Tula just had to ask. It was an unspoken doubt that she carried with her ever since their paths first crossed. Her life was full of unfulfilled wishes and broken promises, what would keep Tristram from adding to the pile? No one wants anything to do with a runaway slave girl with trouble on her tail; or so she had thought. Her husband had been quick to help her, so quick that it remains suspicious to her. Her sixth sense, a voice in the back of her head named 'Tula's Conscience', eradicated any suspicious thoughts, however. Other men she had been with always felt a bit dark; malicious, lustful. She felt nothing but mostly pure intentions from the man in front of her.

The thought made her smile grow. She felt so wanted. At last, she was no longer alone in the universe.

Her hands roamed upwards his chest and rested themselves on his shoulders. Tula closed her eyes, a few stray tears spilling down her cheeks as she rested their foreheads against each other once again, and held him close. They seemed to fit against each other perfectly. A soft fit of laughter escaped Tula as she wiped the corners of her eyes, uncaring of the way her makeup smudged. "I do not appreciate you making me cry all the time, Tristram. Such a terrible husband."

 

[Tristram Senan]

Things were getting intense with the newly weds. The more they spent this time together chatting the more intertwined they seemed to become. Tristram could feel Tula as she just seemed to take him in completely. It was not just the way she looked at him either, but also a connection coming from her. He could swear it felt as if she was using the force, but that couldn't be possible. She had spent her whole life as a slave so had no access to learning how to use it, and it was something that required training to nurture. Although she might also be sensitive and just didn't know it. He would have to look into it later though, as his attention was dominated by her right now.

The words that [member="Tulas'enan"] spoke to Tristram sent a little shiver of excitement down his spine. Her eyes mesmerized him because of the powerful spark within their amber. The smile on her lips was genuine and hopeful, which just endeared him to her even more. Then she began to cry out of joy rather than sorrow. Her words after teasing him and obvious how she really felt because of how she ran her hands up his chest to his shoulders and pressed their foreheads against each other. This woman, this beautiful and honest woman, was experiencing a happiness and a connection that she hadn't had before. Tristram was utterly drawn into it as well and could no longer hold himself back. He was a man of passion and Tula had risen it to the point it now consumed him.

Stopped, Tristram moved his hand from the crate up to the side of Tula's face. With a gentle touch, he said to her in a low voice filled with his passion, " I can't hold it back any longer. I need you now Tula. I need you like a flower needs the rain." He leaned forward and kissed her passionately on the lips. It was the kind of kiss that one would only give to a lover. It was filled with carnal and romantic passion. He hadn't known her for long, but right now every fiber of his being said he wanted her. He wanted to know her in every possible way. She was sure to have experienced lust from men and women because of her past, but this was more than mere lust and entirely new to him. He just continued to press into her lips as his hands touched her affectionately.

When Tristram was finally able to break away from the kiss, he looked around them desperately. They needed somewhere private to go soon or he knew without a doubt he would end up expressing his deep desire for her right here on the street. Thankfully an hour hotel was less than a block away, so he got his hands onto the crate and pushed it there as quickly as he could. Inside he left the crate with them for storage, not caring if they discovered Rhackam inside of it or not at all, then picked up Tula up off her feet for the second time that day. He literally carried her to their room. Was this what it was like for other eloping couples? He doubted it, but wouldn't have it any other way right now.

 

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Tula was pulled out of her bleary daze when Tristram stopped walking. The touch of his hand on her face sent shivers down her spine while the sound of his voice rendered her completely defenseless. Within a few seconds, she was completely under his influence. Malleable within his hands. His lips seized hers in the middle of the road, both of them completely unavailable of any sense of public decency. All Tula could feel was the way Tristram's lips were soft, yet firm. Gentle, but moving with desperation. It was as if he were stealing her breath and breathing life into her all at once. This man was destroying her and rebuilding her in his own passionate image.

Tula let him.

A soft whine of irritation released itself from her lips when they parted, her body showing all signs of intoxication yet no alcohol was to be seen. Her body was warming up. This situation was familiar to Tula. The movements, she had been through them before. Her lips had been taken like this before, her body had been touched before; but her body had never reacted this way before. The way every touch left traces of fire on her skin. How a simple gaze from him was enough to make her feel as if she were stripped naked. How she wanted more of him. This was all new to Tula. Before, when she wanted those men to stop taking advantage of her body, she always thought of other things to distract her from what they were doing. Now, she wanted nothing but Tristram and everything from him.

The overindulgence of her husband left her sitting still. Everything that happened next was a blur to her until she found herself in his strong arms once again, being whisked off somewhere. The rushed slam of the room door brought her out of her stupor, making her laugh as she was all but tossed onto the creaky bed. She took a moment to appreciate the surprising softness of it before the sight of [member="Tristram Senan"] standing at the foot of the bed caught her attention. Tula laughed again and let her head fall back onto the pillows. No doubt this room had seen a lot of things. The pink Twi'lek sat herself up with most of her weight on her hip and curled her legs up. One hand supported her up while the other broke the clasp that held her cloak together. The entire time, her eyes never left Tristram.

"Is this wise, Mr. Senan?" She asked, her voice brought down to a seductive octave. "We have such little time before they find us... Or are you, perhaps, so confident in your... short comings?" Tula was a bit evil with her last comment, but she couldn't help herself.

 

[Tristram Senan]

Entering the room, Tristram made sure to be as gentle with Tula as he could. He was careful that she didn't get hit by anything or even brushed up against something that wasn't him. It was as if he was handling the most valuable treasure in the galaxy, and in his own mind right now he truly was. The bed was more spacious than you would expect from a hotel that modeled its entire business around flings and affairs. But the two of them were also not what you would expect being a married couple coming to a hotel like this for their first time. Everything about this was going to be special. He wanted to be sure of that for her.

Ever the tease, Tristram tossed [member="Tulas'enan"] onto the bed so that she would land on it both safely and with enough oomph for her to know he was having fun. She took the bed in, laughed while laying back, and then sat up with her legs curled up. She was a seductress, a temptress, and a tease. The way she looked at him, removed her cloak, and sat there was proof of that. She wanted him to want her even more, but that was impossible. By now he didn't care if she covered every inch of her skin or not so long as he was able to be with her. Her words got a smirk out of him and a reply. " Anything I do with you Mrs. Senan is the wisest decision. And don't worry about them. If they try anything they will find out how nothing about me is short. Something you are about to find out yourself." He began to remove his own clothes as he headed over to her. A look of desire and passion on his face for her and only her.

Fade to black....​

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Their hour was up as Tristram laid in bed with his wife. He was exhausted in the best way possible right now. The only reason he knew their hour was up though, and to be honest more than an hour had past, was because the clerk at the front deck began to pound on their room's door yelling about their time being up. He kissed Tula on the cheek then yelled back, " We know! Just give us a minute and we will be out of here!" The clerk yelled a response back about adding on an extra hour to their bill. " Fine, do it! I don't care! I'm enjoying spending some alone time with my wife right now so beat it until the next hour is up!" He looked to Tula with a smirk and asked, " We got an extra hour. Want to just cuddle or go again?"

 

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Tula was breathless. Her arms and legs stretched outwards, the feeling of a good - very good - ache surging through her body. A heavy sigh of contentment left her lungs as she then cuddled up next to her husband, who seemed all too satisfied at the moment. She wouldn't lie: she felt more than satisfied. The couple was just holding each other in peace before a loud rapping at the door ruined the mood, effectively irritating a certain pink Twi'lek. Could she not have a moment of peace? Luckily, Tristram made a quick work of it and got them another hour of alone time, earning a laugh from her with his next offer. Being the little minx she was gradually finding herself to be, Tula bit her lip and rolled herself so she sat on top of her husband, looking down upon his face with a provocative look.

"Naughty."

Fade to black... again!​

Tula fell against her husband's chest, breathing heavily and humming softly as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. She was spent entirely; happily exhausted. All she wanted to do now was sleep for the rest of the day, but she knew that noisy clerk would return soon. All sense of time was lost to Tula at the moment. All that mattered was the closeness she felt to her husband. This feeling was like no other. 'Euphoria' wouldn't even possibly scratch the surface of understanding it. After men took their pleasure from her, in the past, she would never feel a sense of satisfaction. [member="Tristram Senan"] , however, made sure she was well taken care of.

Groaning softly, Tula raised her body on her elbows that were placed on either side of Tristram's head. A soft smile was on her face as she looked down at him. The sight of his tousled hair and flushed face was very endearing to her. The Twi'lek felt vulnerable, but that was okay.

"We must depart soon or else we will never leave." Tula giggled quietly and kissed along Tristram's jawline, resting her body entirely on top of him. Such a sense of comfort was never felt by Tula before. The sheets were exceptionally soft and smooth against her skin and Tristram's warm body enveloped her easily. Oh, the things she would give to be like this for the rest of her life. With a regretful whine, Tula sat up and began to exit the bed, only to feel her husbands arms tighten around her. She laughed and weakly tried to pry his arms off. "Tristram..!"