Romancing Ryn

[Dancer]

Mystique delighted herself, munching on the fresh fruit as he talked. Most of this, honestly was over her head. She was a simple girl, a very plain girl. All she knew was he was magic. If he wanted to call it the Mass or the Speed--or whatever he called it, then he could. She knew he was special, he was magic and nice--and flirting. Clearly flirting. If it made him happy for her to be awestruck, she would be awestruck. Not that it would be that hard for her.

When he talked about good and evil, she nodded, her downy hair rubbing against his fur before she sat up and gave his nose a playful poke, her eyes shimmering with mischief, "You are a good, I know you are. And I bet your good at lots of things with your--" she resigned herself to what she called it, "magic."

She giggled, her nose scrunched as it ended in an unwanted snort. Her face burned a bright red with embarrassment. She could feel her face brighten, which made it worse until it matched the color of her vibrant hair.

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

He couldn't resist scrunching his face when she effectively 'booped' his nose. After managing to shake his eyes free from their confused stare down at the end of his nose, he attempted, and failed miserably, to look sternly at the girl. Especially when she snorted in her giggle. He knew many words, many to describe a great many things. But only one word seemed to fit in this moment.

"Adorable." He'd utter it before realizing the word slipped past his lips. Oh well, too late to catch that one and take it back, he'd think to himself, chuckling. Then her little color changing act. "Oh my, now that is lovely. You're like me know. Your color is more uniform!" He'd playfully tease, that warm grin inviting her to laugh more. It was a beautiful sound to his reckoning. He wondered, did James talk like this with women all the time? Was this really what he'd been missing out on being so wrapped up in his training?

If so.... the padawan was strongly considering taking more regular days off....

 

[Dancer]

"Nooo," she wailed in soft protest, her skin growing more red.

But she saw his attempt at sternness--and couldn't help but giggle more. He was too nice to even try to look mean or be good at it in the least. He gave it a noble effort but it only made him look ridiculously cute, especially the way his ears tucked back slightly and he had tried not to smile. The more she thought about it, the harder she found herself giggling, then laughing, and still snorting.

She felt herself tottering about to fall over from humor. She chose the safest direction she could think of falling--into his arms. Finally, gasping, she could caught her breath and looked up at him with a genuine smile. A real smile, unlike the fake ones she had to give so often from the stage. Her pearly white teeth shone out in a beam of glee and ease. Her fingers reached up and gently scratched behind his ear soothingly. For most species that area was especially sensitive and soothing. She hoped it worked for him too. A warm feeling flooded over her body and she closed her eyes with a content sigh.

"I like this," she said softly.

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

Ryn ate it up. The laughter, the joy, just her positive energies in this moment. She fell against him, and he actually, literally, sounded like he was purring, as she scratched behind his ear. His eyes closed most of the way, only half-lidded, nodding slightly in agreement at her statement about the situation.

"For once.... I feel at peace...." He'd not felt this.... free. This.... relaxed.... even since being released from the Hutts. It was serene. And oddly enough, it felt natural. Right. It wasn't forced. They were both truly enjoying each others company. Heck, he was almost relaxed enough in that moment to fall asleep, right there, with that lovely woman resting there in his arms.

It'd be a first. Ryn resting in the immediate presence of another sentient willingly. He'd never done that, always forced to bunk with the other slaves. And even after being free, he could never find rest easy with any of his other fellow Jedi in the same room. But, this woman. There was peace, holding her. There was trust. There was.... He wasn't sure what, but there was.... whatever.... And he kinda liked it.

He'd smile softly, lowering his face towards her head, his nose touching her hair at the top of her head, giving her a slight, affectionate nuzzle. A long, pleasant yawn followed it, ending in a slightly adorable squeak, causing Ryn to blink rapidly. "Well... excuse me for that! This day.... had been a good day, I'd think."

 

[Dancer]

Mystique nodded, half aware. She had danced her heart out, she had worked for the worlds to see. She had made a new friend and now she was exhausted. Sleep was pulling her in all directions from herself. She couldn't fight it. In fact, right now she only felt like giving into it. To surrender to the bliss and the peace around her.

She locked her hand behind his neck and pulled herself to kiss beside his feline ear and whisper, "Thank you."

She rested her head on his shoulder, savoring the warm and purr-like sound coming from him. It felt like nothing she had ever experienced. Though one who was more accustomed to the galaxy would have recognized it as similar to a massage bed. As he big doeful eyes began to slowly close she drew his arm over her body. It was like he was a warm blanket and bed of comfort. Of ease and of peace. She didn't know if it had to do with his magic or if it was just because he was such a good person. If she was more awake she would have understood it to be both. Her breathing became slower and more rythmic. Her crimson lips curled in a peaceful smile as she fell asleep in Ryn's arms.

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

He hadn't expected her to fall asleep on him the was she did, but he couldn't help but gaze at her, eyes would have been wide in wonder had he not been so tired himself. He couldn't believe that this was really happening. That a creature like this curled up and sleeping in his arms. It was like a chapter out of a story!


But, he knew better than to try to wriggle his way out from under her, as that'd disrupt her sleep. So, instead he would gesture for his cloak, pulling it over to the love seat, and using the Force to manipulate it to serve as a blanket. With the covering in place, Ryn would lower his face, nose in her hair, to give another gentle nuzzle. "My pleasure." He'd whisper back to her, as sleep swiftly overtook him.

 

[James Justice]

"Ryn! Ryn! Ryn! Damn it boy, where are you?" James shouted in a drunken revel. He was even more buzzed than usual, and had a few alcohol induced pranks in mind for his friend--or at least to make his friend drunk for the first time in his short life. If he could find him first of course.

His irritation rising he weaved his way through the back stage. It was the Force alone which flowed stronger through his drunken state than his sober one that kept him from crashing into walls or decoration. He looked into a room and prepared to shout it again as he looked in the door, but what he saw stopped him in his tracks.

There he was sleeping on the love seat. A smile was on the unmasked feline and was he purring? Laying on his chest was a dancer he instantly recognized. Yes, she was one of the recent rescues. And he knew her reputation. She came from the worst of the Hutt dregs and had been abused and used for intense pleasure. When he had rescued her she was so skittish she couldn't even look any at their boots, let alone their eyes. Yet there she was, laying on his chest, robe pulled up to her neck and smiling. Happy. Content.

"Well looks like your little 'checkup' went just fine," James chuckled to himself as he closed the door and walked down the hall.

He had a feeling... things would change for his good friend. That nothing would ever be the same again for him. Nothing.