Private Of Rapture & Respite

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Mauve du Vain //:

Quinn couldn't help but let out a small laugh as Mauve mentioned not wanting to listen to Jatz. It was fine; the Echani wasn't much of a fan of the style either, so she easily skipped over the stations that were playing the 'turgid' style.

She hummed softly to herself as she searched for something to play, unaware of the Zeltron's eyes or her movements.

Unlike before, Quinn didn't stiffen when Mauve wrapped her arms around her.

Instead, she melted into the woman's touch and soft kisses against the base of her neck. She craved this closeness to the woman, feeling it as their skin brushed against each other. A hand moved, gently threading her fingers, ivory and lavender.

"Slow and sultry?" Quinn echoed, her voice low as she leaned back into Mauve, savoring the distraction. Her teeth caught her lower lip as she tried not to lose herself in it.

Her breath hitched when Mauve's fingers wandered. She'd wanted this for weeks — ever since the ship, haunted by the ghost of that first touch.

The speakers finally spilled a slow, deep melody into the villa. The sultry voice hung in the air, perfect for what Quinn already had in mind. She turned, closing any space between them, and tugged Mauve in closer.

"This is a good song," Quinn murmured, her eyes tracing Mauve's lips before sliding down the line of her throat. She leaned in, brushing her lips deliberately against her skin, teasing her slowly.

"It's perfect…" Quinn whispered, her smirk curling against Mauve's neck.

"Perfect for me to take my time with you."

 

[Mauve du Vain]

A sigh of need whispered from Mauve at the touch of those lips against her neck. Hands slipped away and wrapped around the princess' slender frame stiffened, fingers tracing up and down along the divot of her spine, pulling her closer. She could feel the want rippling from the woman, a devouring need that washed over Mauve like a wave. Eyelashes fluttered against flushed cheeks as her head swam and her vision blurred.

Thoughts lurked in Mauve's mind, slithering into the moment, an intoxication that had nothing to do with the alcohol seeping around them.

"You should know by now... Haven't you heard what they say about me," gasped the Zeltron, breathless, "I'm crazy."

The music crooned over them, tones of longing that made Mauve's mind lose cohesion beneath Quinn's kisses, her head tilted, locks of wine-dark hair swayed. She could smell the honey and roses of her again, an intoxicant and Mauve wanted more. Desperately. Emphatically. A hand drifted lower, resting on the subtle curve of a hip, fingers toying with the feeble string there, the temptation to unclasp and unravel almost overwhelming.

"I'll only use you. Hurt you." Mauve warned her away, shuddering against those touches. Could she stand to lose control? Could she let herself go? To a Sith.

"Ruin you."

Fingernails bit into skin of hip and spine. Oh how she wanted to ruin her.

Quinn Varanin

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Mauve du Vain //:

"I don't care…" Quinn whispered against her amethyst skin, "I don't care what they've said about you."

Her hands roamed, slowly memorizing every tremble and shudder. Each one urged her closer while her lips traced the curve of Mauve's neck.

The warnings made Quinn smile. Were they meant for her — or for Mauve herself? When the woman's nails bit into her hip, Quinn leaned into the sting, pressing herself closer, daring her to hold tighter.

Her fingertips trailed higher until they tangled in Mauve's wine-dark hair, every breath pulling in that jasmine scent the Princess had come to almost crave. Quinn sighed softly, her smile remaining as she whispered against the Zeltron's ear.

"Prove it," she dared, "Ruin me, I'll give you everything." Quinn pulled back, searching the woman's gaze for anything telling her to stop.

"You just have to be bold enough to take it…"

She didn't let her answer.

As the song swelled, Quinn leaned back in. She pulled the woman into a deep kiss, emphasising the want even if it was laced with danger.

Her hand held Mauve's face, fingers pressed as Quinn mirrored the longing she could feel rolling off of her.

She wanted all of this, every last bit of it.

 

[Mauve du Vain]

Their lips pressed fiercely together with a deepening kiss that sent shivers like electricity through Mauve - the waves of emotions around them a heady swirl of desire.

The warnings fell on ears made deaf by touch. And Mauve as well ignored all glaring signs to slow down, to be cautious, to tread lightly. Quinn Varanin was a princess of the Sith Empire, a future empress, capable of incredible violence and destruction. She could vaporize Mauve with just a thought. Danger wrapped in platinum blonde.

For some foolish reason, that just made Mauve want her more. Always, she'd been drawn to the perilous types. Maybe it was just the feel of being so close to danger and how it made her feel: alive.

And now here Quinn was, daring Mauve to ruin her. Begging her.

Oh. I will.

Mauve's teeth found Quinn's lower lip and scraped against it gently, fiercely. Her fingers on one curving hip found that loop of string and pulled, unraveling it in an instant even as she pulled Quinn around and pushed her up against the kitchen's island. The cold lip of the counter pressing cruelly into Quinn's back as Mauve placed her hand flat on the countertop and trailed kisses down along the Echani's neck and lower... and lower...

"How many nights have you dreamed about this," Mauve whispered into pale skin.

Quinn Varanin

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Mauve du Vain //:

She knew she was playing with fire. The signs were there; she knew she should stop.

The warnings are not just from Mauve's own lips, but from others. Mauve had been placed as her handler, her contact for the alliances they were forging. Politics and intimacy didn't play well together, but right now, with Mauve, none of that mattered.

She was addictive. Quinn knew it the moment they met, and nothing since had changed — she couldn't stay away.

Mauve had slowly become more forbidden, and this only made Quinn want her more.

Quinn's breath hitched as she met the edge of the counter. The cold stone pressing into her spine only deepened the heat that burned everywhere else.

Fingers dug into the counter's surface as Quinn held on tightly while Mauve's kisses slowly descended. Each touch lingered hotly against her porcelain skin. Her lips parted in a quiet gasp as Quinn tilted her head back, and she melted into each touch.

Her hand threaded reverently through Mauve's dark hair, giving her a moment to gather her thoughts long enough to answer the woman's question.

"Every night…" she confessed softly, the words slipping from her lips as she could feel her control and restraint breaking. "Your hands… your lips…"

Quinn had often fantasized about this on nights when sleep escaped her. But reality was better, exceeding anything she could imagine.

The Princess curled her fingers tight into the Zeltron's hair, trying to find restraint. Quinn's eyes caught Mauve's through pale lashes. Despite the blush burning across her cheeks, the faintest smirk tugged at the corners of her stained lips.

"Haven't you?" her voice soft, daring for honesty. Her hand loosened, flowing through the length of the Zeltron's plum hair to the tie behind her neck.

"Mauve…" Quinn exhaled, her throat thick as she swallowed hard, "Don't stop…"

Slowly, the Echani's slender fingers pulled the knot loose, letting her fingers trail behind the falling strings.

 

[Mauve du Vain]

“Of - hha-hmm, of course I did.”

The way those fingers pulled through her hair, whispered across her neck. Mauve wanted them to go on for an eternity. She took a step forward, bare feet touching a scrap of discarded fabric. She nudged it away, knee pushing between Quinn’s legs. Bare skin against bare skin. Behind Quinn, the marble countertop.

Mauve’s fingers found the bottle of champagne and wrapped around it, a coy smile coming to her lips even as her face was buried in the crook of the Echani’s neck.

“I saw the way you looked at us, on Kwenn,” she hissed into pale skin, “Like you wanted to join in.”

She pulled away, enough to stare into those green pools, the pupils huge with wanton need.

“Pity you didn’t. I guess it’s time to make it up to you…”

Lifting the bottle, she up ended it over Quinn, champagne gushing forth to pour down lips and chin and chest and more. The alcohol puddled and beaded across porcelain skin in ways that made Mauve’s spine tingle. She bent over Quinn and ran her tongue across champagne covered skin, lapping up the droplets in a way that spoke of far more to offer.

She paused, the taste of champagne sweet in her mouth, and whispered, “tell me. Tell me how much you need me.”

It didn’t matter that she might not believe them. Didn’t matter that there was someone else out there who held the princess’ heart. Mauve just wanted to hear, to know, to feel.

Quinn Varanin

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Mauve du Vain //:

"Us?" Quinn echoed as she smirked, "No, I was only looking at you."

She remembered everything. The only face that was clear in those memories was the Zeltron's, even her floral fragrance of jasmine seemed to haunt the Echani that day. Quinn remembered every corner, every moment she breathed, she could feel the bouquet wash over her.

Quinn felt herself drawn back to the heat of the moment as Mauve turned the champagne bottle over on her. She gasped softly as the soft golden liquid trailed over her. Her lips parted to catch what she could before it continued to spill. Smiling, with a small laugh, the Princess flicked her tongue out to chase a droplet while her eyes daredly locked onto Mauve.

Her smile widened as she tilted her head, keeping her gaze locked onto the Zeltron's. The chilled streaks of champagne were replaced by the warmth of Mauve's tongue. Each moment brought the Princess closer to breaking. She clutched the cold marble behind her, until her knuckles turned white. Quinn leaned into the sharp edge of the countertop for support.

"You want me to tell you?" Quinn whispered, her voice shaky, but laced with a desire fighting to be contained. Releasing the counter, her fingers slid along the woman's wrist, guiding it aside. "I'll do better than words."

Her hand trailed from Mauve's wrist, lacquered nails grazing till her hand rested at the hip. Whatever distance was left, Quinn pulled her closer till their bodies were flush against each other. Her thighs tightened around the Zeltron's as she let the heat of her breath spill over the woman's ear.

"I need you so badly it makes me reckless… I've thought about you every night, wishing that the breeze from the window was your touch." Quinn smiled against the woman's ear as she sighed softly, "I need you to take me — push me beyond myself, until I can't think about anyone but you."

Quinn brushed her lips along Mauve's jaw, pausing just short of her mouth.

"I want you to ruin me until I can't even say my own name…"

Her kiss landed hard and hungry, as her fingers pressed into the woman's hips, keeping her close.

 

[Mauve du Vain]

They all threatened to overwhelm Mauve: the tremor in the woman’s voice; the way her nails dug into Mauve’s hip; the clench of those thighs tight and warm around her leg. Then came the whispered words of need and the crash of lips and Mauve’s eyes closed as she basked in the euphoria of the moment.

When the kiss broke, Mauve pulled back. There was a ravenous hunger in both of them, swirling around them, a toxic desire take Quinn against the countertop. But Mauve made no further move, studying the way the emotions played out in colors all around the Princess of the Sith. Cloying desperation, an untamed ache.

Finally. A confession.

A predatory glint flashed in Mauve’s eyes and in the twist of her lips as she pulled away from Quinn, one finger running down the woman’s chest to play idle circles, teasing and toying before she drove in the dagger.

“Good girl,” she purred, “but… you haven’t earned any of that yet.”

Always leave them wanting more.

A coy smile etching dark lips, Mauve peeled away and wandered toward the master bedroom, bare feet once again padding across the floor ahead of Quinn’s wandering gaze. Fingers moved deftly, leaving in her wake, behind on the floor, well, most everything else.

Mauve’s feet carried her until she stood at the glass pane that led to the ocean. She stared out at the waves, watching them beat upon the sand in endless repetition. A vast blue expanse that went out beyond the horizon. So different than the neon claustrophobia of Nar Shaddaa’s towers.

Quinn Varanin

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Mauve du Vain //:

The swirl of anticipation, the back and forth that had gone on between them. Tension thicker than anything Quinn had ever felt, bent and threatened to break. Yet, Mauve kept her grip, her composure, while Quinn nearly shattered.

Her lips parted, breath catching in the back of her throat at the sound of Mauve's velvet voice,

“Good girl,”

Her lashes lowered, heat rising to her cheeks as her grip on the marble edge behind her tightened. The feeling of the Zeltron's finger tantalizingly moving against her chest only drove her closer to the edge.

A flicker of frustration laced with want made her chest rise faster. Mauve had pulled away, leaving the Princess simmering, leaving her needy.

She didn't chase at first. Instead, Quinn let her gaze wander the Zeltron's bare form as each step carried her further. That smirk, that control, that denial — all of it only wound Quinn tighter.

Slowly, she exhaled, her breath trembling. Finally, Quinn pushed herself off the counter and silently moved the same path as the other woman. Her eyes never left Mauve's silhouette, framed now by the endless expanse of ocean.

"I haven't earned it?" she murmured, her voice lower, trying to fight her bleeding desire for the woman. She tilted her head, pausing at the door of the master bedroom. She continued to watch the woman as she stared out the window.

"Or is it you feel I haven't earned you?" Quinn asked.

The thought lingered. Both of them had been treated as trophies before. Both had learned to wield it, but neither truly wanted to be defined by it.

Unhurried, Quinn closed the distance. "I'm not above begging," she admitted softly, "but I think you want more than that."

Her fingers brushed down Mauve's back, tracing spine and skin, each touch followed by soft kisses. "Veluthiel," Quinn whispered at her shoulder, "I want more than what you assume of me. I want you, to know you, to see you."

She slipped her arms around Mauve's waist, holding her close. "I trust you. You've been more than I ever expected." Fingers drifted lower, daring, reverent. "Stop denying yourself happiness," Quinn sighed, her lips curving against Mauve's skin. "You've warned me, but I do care for you."

Her hands settled at Mauve's hips, squeezing lightly as she pressed closer, flush, skin against skin. Just holding her.

"Let me break for you… only you."

 

[Mauve du Vain]

Earned her? The Zeltron did not answer at first, her eyes locked on the ocean, her thoughts as confused and jumbled as the tumbling waves. Everything about this moment.. it’s what she had wanted. So why did she feel the urge to run, or to sabotage it all with a few acidic words that would cut deeper than any knife. Mauve knew where to cut now. It would hurt, desperately. She should do it, a small cut, to wind the woman up and then bring her closer.

But something in Mauve recoiled at the thought. Why. Every other mark had been easy. More than easy, she had enjoyed twisting their emotions into knots. So what made this different? Quinn’s status as a princess?

Begging…

Oh, yes. She did want to see the princess beg. A dark confession in the solace of her mind, even as one of those whispering hands traced down her spine. Mauve’s back arched reflexively, a chill spreading across her skin at the touch. Mauve’s hips rocked back against the Echani as those hands wrapped around her from behind and those questing hands dipped low, tracing the lines of her body.

Words, such nice words - as sweet as honey, dripped from Quinn’s lips. Mauve felt an ache deep within her.

“Please,” she whispered into the open air, catching a glimpse of the woman behind her reflected in the glass of the window.

To break and to be broken. Mauve could now scarcely control that want, that need, her own thoughts so confused.

“Please,” she said again, soft as a whimper, and this time it was her begging, pleading, imploring the princess to show, to take, to break. She had seen the strength that lurked beneath that veneer of moonlight, the darkness lurking inside the Echani. Mauve wanted her to let it out… and to hold nothing back.

Quinn Varanin

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Mauve du Vain //:

Quinn stilled when she heard it, her breath hitching in the back of her throat. The word she never thought would fall from Mauve's lips. Please.

The Zeltron, who had tormented, teased, and twisted whoever she pleased. Her touch turned them to knots, making them beg for her. The sight of Mauve's reflection in the glass, the subtle shiver of her shoulders, and the way her hips pressed back onto Quinn's. All of it shattered whatever fragile restraint Quinn had been holding onto.

She let her breath spill hot against Mauve's ear as she whispered. Her voice low, aching, "You don't have to beg me, Mauve… You never did." Quinn's hands, once tentative, grew firmer as they slid down the length of the Zeltron's sides, claiming her and mapping every line. She wanted to remind the woman that she wasn't an object or a game — she was wanted.

Quinn pressed closer, her chest into Mauve's back. Her grip tightened on those hips that had been rocking into her. "I meant every word," she continued, steady despite the tremor of desire building in her tone. "I revere you, I crave you. I see you as so much more than what others see you as… I see you as you."

Her lips brushed across Mauve's neck, her slow kisses placed worshipfully, before teeth grazed lightly at sensitive lavender skin. "You said please," Quinn whispered again, savoring the reversal. Hearing Mauve strip herself of the control thrilled the Princess. Her fingers traced lower, teasing, promising more without giving everything.

"So I'll give you what you want, but not because you begged," Quinn brushed her lips again against the curve of Mauve's neck, just below her ear. "Because I choose you."

Quinn guided her hands back up, palms gliding to Mauve's stomach, pulling her tighter into the embrace. Her forehead leaned into the Zeltron's shoulders. The tension between them burned, stretching thin but unbroken, each moment prolonged.

"Let me prove to you," Quinn whispered in a trembling voice littered with restraint and hunger. "Let me show you what it means to be everything to me…"

She let her words hang between them, then slowly she moved, forcing the Zeltron to face her. Her hands rose to cup Mauve's face, thumbs brushing the flushed warmth of her cheeks. "You're not something to be toyed with. You're not just another passing name in my orbit." Quinn whispered, hazel eyes burning as they searched Mauve's. "I can't stop thinking about you…"

Leaning in, she kissed her then — not hungry, not greedy, but worshipfully. Each brush of the Princess's lips lingered as if she could etch Mauve's taste into memory. But the reverence quickly melted into something fiercer. The Echani pushed further back until Mauve's back met the cool glass of the window.

The ocean stretched endlessly behind them, but all Quinn cared about was the trembling heat in her arms. Her mouth left Mauve's lips only to trail down her jaw, her neck, her chest. Each kiss punctuated meant to leave a mark that lingered to remind the Zeltron of the whispered honeyed words.

Composure and retreat broke entirely as Quinn gave up the perfection of it all. Her kisses grew harder, her hands needier, sliding over Mauve's curves with a raw hunger that contradicted the softness of her whispers.

"I'll never let you forget what it feels like to want me this badly," Her lips returned to the shell of the Zeltron's ear as she pressed her thigh firmly between her paramour's. One of the Princess's hands slid lower, fingers tracing along the woman's hip before dipping further, teasing, and taking control of the pace.

Every gasp, every shudder, Quinn chased it.

"Let us break together…" she whispered hotly into the woman's ear, teeth grazing her lobe.

 

[Mauve du Vain]

Electricity.

Or close enough. Sparks of pleasure from every touch of fingers which no longer wandered but moved with intent and control in a tempo of lust that set Mauve’s legs quivering and her body arching, bare skin pressing up against the cool glass of the window behind her. Mauve stretched out one hand to steady herself against the window, palm flat on its surface.

The way Quinn’s lips seared her skin. The way her teeth nipped at Mauve’s ear. She wanted them everywhere, kissing everything. And the way those hands moved on her. The way those fingers touched her. Just there. And - oh. Oh.

“Oh, ffffuh,” she moaned, teeth digging into her lower lip. Knees clenched tightly around Quinn’s thigh. A wave of ecstasy rocked her, stronger than any drug, better than any wine. Violet pools shimmered open as a moment of clarity struck her in the wake of it.

She moved a hand, that ivory skin warm and smooth and firm beneath her fingertips, let them trail low until they found what the princess and her both needed. Wanted. Desperately. Completely. Utterly.

That hot breath in her ear, did she hear its hitch as her fingers moved in matching rhythm?

“Then show me,” Mauve barely got the words out as they continued to conduct their dueling orchestras of sighs and whimpers.

Mauve’s lips parted and her eyes rolled back, dark lids painted with a shadowy purple and glitter fluttering as thoughts escaped her.

Quinn Varanin

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Mauve du Vain //:

Quinn felt Mauve's body shiver beneath her touch; every sound slipping from the Zeltron's lips sent fire straight through her. Her words, the way her nails pressed into the glass, the tremble of her thighs locked around Quinn's leg — it was everything the Echani had craved since the first time Mauve dared to tempt her.

Her breath caught, the rush of warmth against Mauve's ear as she whispered low and hoarse, "You're perfect… I can't get enough of you." Her kisses trailed slowly along the curve of Mauve's neck.

When the Zeltron's hand slid down and pressed with need, Quinn's body tightened. Lips parted in a ragged gasp that betrayed the thin edge of her restraint. Quinn tried to speak, tried to answer Mauve's demand, but words broke into a desperate whimper.

Gathering herself, Quinn's hazel eyes lifted, meeting Mauve's. Her hand caught Mauve's wrist, not to stop, but to guide as she leaned into the touch. "You'll have everything…" Her voice trembling, yet she held on to the regality that was her station. "Every part of me…" She bit her tongue, leaving the rest of what she wanted to say silent.

Her fingers pressed harder into Mauve's hips, holding her there as she pulled her into another raw and consuming kiss. The room suddenly felt heavy, a presence that had not been there before. The clouds above the beach began to swirl, and the sky darkened as the sound of thunder boomed in the sky.

Lightning bolted, crackling against the clouds, giving the only illumination to the room and the rest of the resort world. That same electrical touch seemingly burned at Quinn's fingertips as she caressed the smooth Lavender skin of her paramour.

Every kiss, every gasp, every shudder tangled until nothing else existed but the two of them. All the promises Quinn had whispered were there in her touch — reverence, devotion, and the surrender of herself entirely.

When the storm outside cracked open with light, Quinn pulled Mauve gently from the window. Her hand slid from the woman's wrist to her jaw, guiding her close, then down to her hips as she led her toward the bed. With a grace that was all hers, Quinn pressed her down into the sheets and followed after, her body covering Mauve's, her lips finding hers in a deep, lingering kiss.

Her hands roamed once more, still claiming, worshipping as she pulled Mauve with her into the depths of it. And as they kissed again, this time softer, lingering, they collapsed into the shadows. The room was left with nothing but mingled breaths as the night swallowed them whole, bodies giving way to the storm.