Maps

[Writer]

‘When did he become so demanding?’ She mused as she raised an eyebrow and gestured. “Impatient, are we?” She laughed softly before setting one hand on each shoulder, straddling him gently and taking a seat on his lap. She’d scoot close to him, so close that their bodies were pressed together again, her legs would come around his waist and she’d simply lock her ankles. Of course by this time – she was soaked. “You know, this flightsuit is getting sort’ve heavy…”

She shook her head, letting go of his shoulder as she did so. Her hands would come up to her chestnut hair and manipulate it in such a manner, she was able to get a relatively loose bun out it. Her right hand would hold the matted down hair while her left produced something that appeared to be a clip in nature, something she’d wear when she was piloting most of the time – to keep her hair out of her face no doubt. In that moment of normalcy – she’d forget about the situation and how she was burrowed up against Liam. She’d struggle with it for a moment, some hair getting loose on her and falling infront of her face before she managed to clip it. Her left hand would come down and tuck the strands neatly behind her ear while her right arm came down and rested upon his shoulder, she'd let her left arm fall to his other shoulder, grasping her hand behind his neck gently.

With a satisfied grunt, she turned her attention back to [member="Liam Quez"]. “Ok, so, where were we?” She’d ‘Ah-hah’ and lean forward and give him a soft kiss on the lips. “So, I have a surprise for you…”

 

[Liam Quez]

Mira promptly sat on my lap and I had to focus on something besides the girl sitting on me. I thought about huttball and ships. They seemed to relax me a bit so I didn’t make things too awkward. She had rejected be earlier and I didn’t want to ruin what was going on now. I watched as she fixed her hair, I never realized how long it was until now, the way the wet strands clung to the nape of her neck. Swallowing hard, I continued to focus on Huttball and Ships. She moved on my lap which didn’t help much, but again huttball and ships. It seemed she was satisfied with her hair and her full attention was back on me.

I was surprised that my clothing was still wet despite how warm I felt from head to toe. I had never had this feeling before, I didn’t know what to do with my arms or my head. So I just sat there while she kissed me. It was as if her kiss woke up and I quickly responded with what to do with my hands. Moving them to the curve of her back I rested my hands on her hips, she was so small and slender. I didn’t really notice this until now, but every part of her body was something I was paying attention to. She spoke of a surprise, but I just nodded as I pulled her on me closer and leaned in to finish what I had started back on the helipad.

My lips brushed against her neck gently as I kissed her several times softly while my fingers pressed into her hips holding her where she was. My mind continued to think of Huttball and Ships, but it was starting to get more and more difficult.

[member="Mira Gyndar"]

 

[Writer]

She’d giggle softly and try to tilt her head into his kisses and force him away – a bit unsuccessful of course and in turn, her body would react to the new sensations and the uncontrollable hormones that were coursing through her veins. Things felt euphoric and almost right, the moment near the cascade of water, the heat of their bodies meshed together in an embrace. This was all new to her and exciting – she’d lean in and kiss him. Lightly at first, and progressively get more passionate with each passing moment. Her arms would withdraw from his neck and come to her flightsuit zipper and buttons. Slowly, she'd begin to undo each one and unzip the black cloth until it was just below her sternum, threatening to expose whatever was beneath. She'd stop suddenly and gently pull away from her passionate embrace with him. Her eyes would open mid-way as she took a moment to stare into his blue eyes, her garnet gaze trying to pierce his soul.

She dared not use the Force to sense his feelings or his thoughts - she hoped he told her the truth.

She'd tilt her head as her hands came up to rest upon his chest, gripping the wet material of his shirt tightly within her fingers, nails digging into flesh and cloth playfully. Her eyes would narrow a bit, not out of malice but a bit of jest as she pulled him closer to her, keeping her head tilted as she spoke with in a soft, desirable tone.

“Liam, I’m curious…” She said with an eyebrow raised. “How do you feel about me?”

[member="Liam Quez"]

 

[Liam Quez]

I had no idea what the hell was going on, or what had gotten into Mira. Either way, I didn’t care. If I never learned the answer to that question I would be just fine. Her hands pulled at me as she kissed me and I kissed her back. My hands cupped her small bottom supporting her slightly as she sat on my lap. This was pretty great and I was doing really well on focusing on other things, pft I’m the man. Of course this was all fine and dandy till she got really close and started to talk. Her voice was so seductive and just drew me in.

She asked me how I felt about her, which was a question I really hadn’t thought about. I liked her a lot, but then I really liked Ibaris despite the fact that she was a brat to me most of the time. I looked at her and remembered how I found her all beat up and a mess on that crash. I smiled softly, “I like you a lot Mira. I wish we could hang out more.”

The surprise had to be somewhere under her flight suit, maybe it was a cool t-shirt or something I don’t know. I wanted to know really bad, but she was so distracting asking me about my feelings and sitting on my lap, then talking in such a seductive way. I couldn’t focus anymore, the thoughts of the huttball and ships dissipated to more primal thoughts. I wanted to see what was under her flight suit, I wanted to know what this surprise was and well...someone else did too.


[member="Mira Gyndar"]

 

[Writer]

Mira had seen enough holovids in her life to know what to do and how to do things - she wasn't dumb, she'd let go of his shirt and pull down at the remaining portions of her flightsuit. The zipper would stop just above her belly button, her garnet gaze looking down at where it halted before she brought her eyes to fixate back on his facial expressions. She could feel his tension, his nervousness and well his excitement - in more areas than one. In turn, it made her sort've nervous and excited at the same time. She'd shudder slightly, inhaling deeply as she began to pull her arms free from the confines of the flightsuit. Slowly her right arm would withdraw from the darkened fabric, her left following after - exposing her lightly tanned skin to the misty air around them. For the first time in her life, she undressed infront of someone else - but she wasn't in her birthday suit and wasn't fully unclothed, as she was sitting in his lap.

No, she wore a simple, black bikini top. Not exactly what probably was expected on his part.

To be honest, it was a first for her. It's like the first time you take a speeder out without any assistance and the fear of crashing it is apparent. Maybe it was a silly notion, maybe not. She was who she was - not some harlot. She'd wrap her arms around his neck and tilt her head again as she spoke. "No, I mean, how much do you really like me? Don't play coy with me." The mist started to gather on her skin, glistening it against the moonlight. Beads of water would slide down her smooth skin effortlessly as she stared intently into the eyes of Liam. She knew he felt something, he had to of felt something more than "I like you alot". Ever since that day he rescued her - and gave her that kiss, she atleast felt something.

[member="Liam Quez"]

 

[Liam Quez]

Damnit, why wasn’t my answer good enough? I did my best not to show any of my frustration, but man what did she want from me. I’m sure physically from how worked up I am that I like her a lot and that I find her attractive – but she wanted more. My brain went into over drive as I watched her unzip her flight suit, underneath wasn’t a cool t-shirt, but an even cooler surprise. Bikini! My face lit up like it was my birthday and I couldn’t peel my eyes off of her chest. I finally got to see well kind of got to see boobs. A milestone in my young life! Hey, I’ve seen boobs before don’t get me wrong, but these were real and they were so much cooler in real life than on the holonet.

My face was red I could feel it, how embarrassing. I’m supposed to be a cool guy. I tried to remember the holonet films I had seen with this situation. Though the guys really didn’t talk, so I had to figure it out myself. Thinking as hard as I could, I let my brain just go into autopilot. A hand ran along her jawline as I drew her closer, my other hand caressed against her collarbone and then moved down to her chest and gently felt the material of her bikini over my palm as I slipped my hand in. As she drew closer I kissed her and adjusted my seating a bit better. I broke the kiss and smiled. “Isn’t it obvious? I like you a lot Mira, I came to see you and only you.”

That was totally smooth. I kissed her again and kept her close, I didn’t know what else to do next maybe she did or something I dunno, but her boob was soft, nice and squishy.

[member="Mira Gyndar"]

 

[Writer]

Mira’s eyes shot open as she was both kissed and touched in places and ways she had never thought possible. Her mind screamed to pull away and slow it down but she didn’t, instead she just steadied her breathing and pressed herself against him, wrapping her arms tighter about him, kissing him harder and more passionately. His grip was a bit tighter than expected, sort’ve painful but at the moment it seemed alright. Her hands would seek his blonde locks of hair, fingers coursing through the very strands and taking them within her grasp, gently gripping as she bit down gently on his lower lip.

Passion – a forbidden fruit for a Jedi.

There was a certain darkness about it, an aura that caused something wicked to stir within the bowels of the Force and knot the pits of her stomach. She’d gently pull away, letting go of his lip and his hair before her hands would come down and gently take hold of the very same wrist of his own hand – which was feeling the flesh of her bosom. She’d pull it free from the confines of the tightened fabric and exhale slowly, a shuddered breath that caused her to press her head against his own. She’d kiss his cheek softly, then his jaw before breathing softly against his ear.

Through nervous laughter, she’d whisper. “Are you sure about this?” Both of her hands steadily gripping his wrist and one hand, rubbing gently – perhaps even nervously. Was she even sure about it? She didn’t know, only thing she knew was – this moment now.

[member="Liam Quez"]