R E A P E R
It had been some time since Allyson had been on Kiribi, when she had talked about the planet with Arisa – it had already been almost a full galactic year. To come back to the planet was like coming to it for the first time. At least this time it wasn’t so much for work, but relaxation as well.
Morning had come quickly and the Corellian being stubborn refused to wake up as the sun crept into view in the blue sky of the planet. Her head under a pillow didn’t protect her much, she needed fresh air after some time of hiding. Covering her head with the blankets also proved to a failure as well. Oxygen was such a stubborn thing that she needed, so after about an hour of struggle, the brunette sat up slightly using her elbow and looked at the white-haired woman beside her.
Not saying anything she leaned over and brushed aside some of the long white hair that covered the woman’s face. She knew how the other woman slept and figured she was probably awake for the most part. In a sense, but still Allyson was careful not to startle. Leaning forward, she buried her face into the mess of silvery hair and brushed her lips against tender skin along her neck. A smile spread across her face as she waited for [member="Jyoti Nooran"] to open her eyes. “Morning, breakfast? No oatmeal – you’re on a kind of vacation too.”
Morning had come quickly and the Corellian being stubborn refused to wake up as the sun crept into view in the blue sky of the planet. Her head under a pillow didn’t protect her much, she needed fresh air after some time of hiding. Covering her head with the blankets also proved to a failure as well. Oxygen was such a stubborn thing that she needed, so after about an hour of struggle, the brunette sat up slightly using her elbow and looked at the white-haired woman beside her.
Not saying anything she leaned over and brushed aside some of the long white hair that covered the woman’s face. She knew how the other woman slept and figured she was probably awake for the most part. In a sense, but still Allyson was careful not to startle. Leaning forward, she buried her face into the mess of silvery hair and brushed her lips against tender skin along her neck. A smile spread across her face as she waited for [member="Jyoti Nooran"] to open her eyes. “Morning, breakfast? No oatmeal – you’re on a kind of vacation too.”