The Mandalorian and the Jedi

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Yasha Cadera"]

Alex was caught off guard when Yasha grabbed her and pulled her from the spot she was resting in. Her body wasn't entirely capable of supporting its own weight so it was thankful that Yasha held her waist as she dropped down and blinked, staring at Yasha and smiling. It was the words that drew a wide smile from Alexandra and she started to laugh. The whole act was amusing her to a great extent and she couldn't help but lean against the woman she was now atop of. That was when Yasha burst out giggling and caused Alexandra to look at Yasha with a raised brow.

It was then that Yasha closed the distance and kissed Alexandra's nose, forcing Alex to bring one of her hands up and touch the spot. She remained there for a second and smiled a bit more widely when Yasha continued the joke but then something touched her mind and she hesitated for a moment thinking over what passed through her mind.

She then breathed in and leaned forward, this time closing the distance herself and then without much warning she kissed yasha, letting her lips drift to Yasha's. She wasn't sure how that mandalor would react and she hoped on the inside that she was not reading all of this wrong, a slight tinge in her stomach building as she felt giddy and the body she resided in reacted more appropriately for it's age, than her own. A red color touched her face and she would turn her head down and away once the kiss was broken, not sure what to say.

"I uh... how about that for horror?" She said, her voice breaking and soft as she remained looking away.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Giggles abounded, as rare a sound as Mand’alor allowing Jedi healing. Yasha flopped and [member="Alexandra Feanor"] settled atop her. The Elfine Mage slumped in what Yasha knew as exhaustion. Held firm in Yasha’s arm.

Alex’s smile was more potent than napalm. It exploded across Yasha’s cheeks, red hot and blushing. Her free arm tucked under Yasha’s hair. Amber eyes stared up, newly wide at the smile on Alex’s face. Her ribs thrilled.

Yasha’s face went as red as Alex’s hair. Lips pouted, buzzed from the kiss.

“I... You...” The arm around Alex’s waist tightened. Her arm beneath her head tugged out, fingers brushing Alex’s chin. “You have to try harder than that to horrify me, Alex.”

Yasha smiled softly, raven hair settled in the grass. She ducked up, capturing Alex’s lips in another chaste, sweet kiss.

“Although probably would’ve caused massive genocidal cardiac arrest in our respective Mandos and Jetiise.” Yasha grinned, bright and unabashed. Kaine and Caz wanted Yasha happy. Caz reminded her fellow Australis wife of the joys affection brought. To never be afraid of it.

“Wow.”

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Yasha Cadera"] made Alex smile as she couldn't finish a sentence at first, even if she was still looking away and found fingers brushing her chin and Alexandra looked up at Yasha when the next set of words came. She could only smile back and looked at the face and raven colored hair collect on the ground around her head. Alexandra was honestly unsure what to say, do or even just think at this moment and thought about getting up when Yasha's body shifted and she leaned upwards. Alexandra reflexively backed away, only just slightly though as her body remained still after and making it look more like a flinch as another kiss came.

Alexandra smiled wider after the quick kiss and laughed at the joke that Yasha made. Alexandra's own golden eyes looked at Yasha and tried to study her face. This woman was strange to Alexandra and now she was looking at a bright expression that Yasha wore and she turned a bit more red with how certain Yasha seemed about the whole situation. Alexandra tried to summon up memories of how she got over this last time but she couldn't and she the body she now inhabited was overriding with familiar feelings of surprise and uncertainty.

"So... what now." Her eyes looked around, making sure no one was there and then back at Yasha, realizing the two were still in the same position.

Alex quickly leaned back and to the side, getting off Yasha, assuming she wasn't stopped. Her hands went about quickly dusting off the clothing she wore, working at making them straight and clean again, the silver like tunic and tan trousers now having grass and dirt clinging to them.

"I get uh... a bit reckless with my reactions lately. New body is hard to control." She said, eyes away and a bit red in the face still.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

“Did I do something wrong?” Yasha blinked at the flinch [member="Alexandra Feanor"] gave for the kiss. Polyamory was not often celebrated in the regal cultures of the galaxy, even if it was a natural state of Yasha’s maternal Panathan culture and commonplace in many Mandalorian clans. Alexandra’s laugh broke the momentary concern on Yasha’s young face.

There was a blush to Alex, as if a flower unfurled hidden from all other eyes. Mystified at the turn of events, Yasha eased herself onto her elbows to look at the Jetii woman.

“New body... it... that’s more strange than... well, this.” Letting out a loose chuckle, it unwound and spread upon the grass beneath them. She’d seen the past transgressions, the terrors Alex suffered at hands, which were kind to the Epicanthix youth.

“So don’t control it.” What now indeed. Yasha sighed and ran her hand along Alex’s arm, picking off pieces of grass.

“Caz says true affection is always worth pursuing. That finding connection is... is the beauty of the universe. Kaine says we survive the battles and horrors of war for family. We... we said our vows on Westralis a week ago. Me freaking out and trying to make sense of what happened, I guess. Truth is, Kain’ik and I have been living together for nearly six years. Caz always... celebrated it. Love is love, she’d say. It only enriches us all. Can’t own people, can only treat them with love and respect.” Sitting up, Yasha picked at the grass the way all youths seemed to do without being told. “Round about way of saying we take a breath and walk easy. Let be what is without attempting to add pressure or define it before we’re ready.

I... I like you, Alex. Sounds strange but those sensations in my head, your memories, they’re comforting. Not often I meet someone who understands Hell. Kain’ik’s been through his share of terror and war, but... I see it. The fear on his face, when he sees me. When he saw what I am.”

Sliding against the tree’s bark again, Yasha opened up her arm. “Hey. Ale’ika. Don’t be afraid, come here. Let me hold you, please.”

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Yasha Cadera"]


Alexandra was... lost. Needless to say.

All that was happening to her now was something she had been avoiding and ignoring for years, and before that had been something she largely had no experience with. So once more in a young form she was looking at this entire situation like a flashback and her body again inched away considering how the last time went. Everything that had happened always went terribly wrong. Two years alone, the years in the netherworld, the time spent in other states of harm. It always happened and it always revolved around family and things like this.

Her hand slid back as Yasha touched her arm, making her look away but this time not embarrassed and instead clearly shaken and worried. Her eyes were instead and she couldn't seem to hold a steady breath either. She was almost distant and when Yasha said that she liked Alex, Alexandra further slid away but not far, instead curling up and remember the past ever more clearly. Her eyes shut and she was being shotgunned with memories all ending in the same result, her years of solitude, stuck with only Hel to torment her.

Even if the spirit no longer existed anymore, the fear that Hel had placed deep in Alex's heart, especially in regards to this situation, caused her to shake and start to silently cry. She knew that this looked terrible but she couldn't stop it, she couldn't control herself and that made her only feel worse for ruining what had been fun, and happy for once. She had ruined things again because she could not control this part of her emotions.

She wanted to blame her body again, to blame the brain she now had for a difference in its hormones, but she knew this was more than that. She knew she could only blame herself, the spirit that had been transferred into this form. Her illusions utterly collapsed and the tail she now had became clear as day, curled around her like a shell, mimicking how her arms held her knees close to her chest.

She didn't speak or reply, just sat there now, unable to stop the tears and unable to rebuild the illusion that had hid her glowing orange eyes, or tail that was red as her hair with a white point at the end.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

“Alex? Did I say something wrong?” Yasha’s eyebrows furrowed as [member="Alexandra Feanor"] curled away from her and began to cry. Flashes of Alex’s memories faded from Yasha’s conscious mind, yet the unsettling past of the woman, the years in the Netherworld’s tortures struck deep. The Mandalorian saw trauma like Alex's before. Too often, in her own parents and friends.

Kneeling in the Atrisian way, Yasha put both palms on her knees. A diminutive sigh pressed from her ribcage, not yet expanding with the twins inside her flat belly.

“Baiko always said I was blessed. She’d hold me when I was young and struggling to keep down the first real food I ever had. Mama was… well, she was off with Daddy or trying to reclaim some of her lost time. It didn’t matter Baiko was Mama’s slave. I didn’t understand what the word meant. It wasn’t until Carnifex killed her, that I discovered she was like you, a master hiding her powers… who stayed on Mandalore to ensure I was okay.” A streak of salt water filtered down Yasha’s olive-skinned cheek. “She told me daily that one day Mandalore would be my responsibility. That she saw it every night in her dreams and that I couldn’t be lazy outside playing with our pet vornskyr, I had to catch up. Learn more, there was only so much time. I’ve never known a life without my duty, either to Mandalore, or my terrified parents. I was blessed. Touched by Manda, Baiko told me so. Ambrose told me so. When the worst rocked others to shreds, I would never fall. I believed it, until Kaas City… until Carnifex… he…”

Brows furrowed on a lovely face. Eyelids shut and a breath was taken. 'Steady, Yash'ika, steady child.'

“People wondered why, when so many of the universe’s warriors couldn’t make it out of the Netherworld a six year old could. Mama and I… our Epicanthix genetic structure makes mental attacks impossible. All those horrors, they… feth. Even Carnifex, I… I never felt him. Not like you did. You non-Epicants, you’re exposed and raw in a way I don’t understand. A monster was a meal with big teeth. Those auras of fear, the spiritual sphere didn’t exist. Even the Dark Lord was nothing more than a man of unusual size, who could be cut by inches. I was blessed… cursed, it turns out. Blinded.” Reaching for the unfurled woman crying with her head on her knees, Yasha stopped at Alex’s shoulder.

“If the galaxy felt for me like it did for you all those years, I’d…” Heat rimmed Yasha’s eyelids, as salt water spilled to the edge. “… I’d probably follow my father over that kriffing cliff.”

A single line on a routine communications report Yasha nearly didn’t see. One line. Five words easily missed, with no epitaph beyond the continued emptiness caused by a man who consumed himself like draughts of whiskey. 'Preliat Mantis, Confirmed Deceased. Suicide.' And yet, none of her companions or advisors knew the brief cave-in of Yasha’s chest. None of them even knew she saw those fatal five words. The momentary breathlessness of a young woman, orphaned twice and thrice pushed to take on more than others could bear.

She wanted to cry. To scream that she was twenty five years old and she’d been saddled with the rule of Mandalore in one capacity or another since she was twelve. That spending half her life in Hell, then being widowed by twenty wasn’t fair. That her father should have loved her, and never should have left the planet 'to be a tourist', when Yasha took the mantle and told him she was pregnant and didn't know what to do. Endings upon endings, upon endings. Yasha wanted to put her head to the grass and sob at the eternally confusing memories filtering her mind from her weeks under Kaas City with [member="Darth Carnifex"]. The monster, who tore everything away from Alexandra, was the monolithic man who cradled Yasha to his chest. Chaste and comforting at night. Saved her from hypothermic death, bandaged her wounds with his own cloak. The demon who she battled, to free herself from the stain of association. The comfort, which kept her mother Aditya and her alive six years in the dark.

Yasha Cadera was twenty five years old. As a six year old, she killed demons so her terrified mother could hide. As an eight year old, she killed for Mandalore, held her father’s hand as he numbly fumbled with Mama’s last remaining picture and stumbled for tihaar until his daughter was no longer 'a hallucination'. As a twelve year old, she stood beside the Undying, a quiet Ward to learn the call for revenge and repair. As a twenty year old, scarred by her seven year imprisonment in the Netherworld in recompense for her Mando’ade’s attack on Dathomir, Yasha took the Mantle of the Infernal, when all other options died out. As a twenty year old mother, she felt her back hit the wall of the hospital room, where her husband died. The same room where months before, her four day old premature daughter died and was resurrected.

'Steady, Yash'ika, steady child.' Five years passed. Gone were the days of panic, for the security of a rebuilt Empire. How could the panic remain, when [member="Kaine Australis"] refused to allow her that luxury? Five years, he spent in house arrest in the Sundari Palace. Each day cuddling the infant he broke the law to save. Teaching Adara’s mother how to love and trust. It was the only years of Yasha’s short, tempestuous life, where peace reigned.

If Yasha healed, it was Kaine & Caz Australis who caused that ache to dissipate, by sheer loving will. If Yasha relaxed into a slim moment of solace in a forest, it was because her beloved vode [member="Alkor Centaris"] and [member="Keira Verd"] worked tirelessly to give the young ruler enough hours to rest before the next storm.

And unlike her parents, her adopted father Gray, currently catatonic with grief over his wife Baiko’s death; unlike those who shattered from the torturous ruin of galaxy and dar’jetiise influence alike, Yasha squared her shoulders, put her heartbreak aside and did her duty.

'Steady, Yash'ika, steady child.' Mand’alor the Infernal was not allowed such mercy as breaking.

Manda led her here. Yasha would trust and obey. She would repay the kindness of the healer. Yasha slid beside Alexandra and picked the crying woman up, cradling her the way she once was held for comfort’s sake.

“They bled you dry. But they didn’t defeat you, and this won’t now. Ra taught me every damaged moment can be avenged. That Manda wills all to be inevitably whole. Those pieces you feel ripped apart will reconvene. Only have faith a little longer. If you can’t have faith in yourself, or your… mystic tradition, believe in me.”

What was one more person’s weight on young shoulders? When she held millions upon her back, the burden of Alexandra Feanor was light. The true power of Yasha Cadera, nee Mantis, daughter of broken parents, Ward of ghosts:

​

The ability to always take one more step. Heavy was the head, whose hair was braided as a crown. ​

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Yasha Cadera"]

Alexandra flinched again but her crying slowed as the words chipped at her mind and drew some comfort from the woman's words and presence. Something inside her fought to take control and trust that Yasha would actually be there but the majority of her being told her that this was all just another trick that would end in her heart ache and disappointment. She shouldn't trust yasha, she shouldn't trust such honeyed words because they would just lead her to become alone once more. It was a thought process she had been avoiding with Abigail as well, it was why she had tried to distance herself to the young woman who so wished to be Alexandra's daughter but Alex could not let herself see as the same.

But that small part fought and forced Alexandra's unsteady and red eyes, the golden orbs inside dull and scared as they looked at Yasha who looked back and it made Alexandra curl up tighter as tears streamed down her face. She needed to face things like this moment, like with Abigail, know that time moved on and the past was gone. She swallowed as she felt yasha touch her shoulder, wanting to get further away from her and not fall into the same trap she had so many years ago. Fall into that state of weakness but she couldn't move as she sat there frozen.

Yasha's eyes were rimmed with the same salted water, trailing down her cheek and Alexandra stared, mesmerized at the sight, unable to turn her head away or even shift her eyes. The emotions going through her own head matched Yasha's, the death of her own parents at such a similar age, years alone and in a hole, taught she only had one goal in her life and that that was a servant nothing more. Then she was found by Balaya and her life became somehow worse, serving Kaine Zambrano without a choice until she could finally get away and find someone to hold onto her.

That time with Vulpesen, that time with her two children, such a short time of happiness and she reached out inside her mind to hold her children but they evaporated in her hands as laughing filled her head. Balaya's laughing, the man who had murdered her family laughing, Kaine Zambrano laughing, the entire room laughing when she was condemned to die. Alexandra was so small compared to all of them, so tiny that it felt like she was absolutely nothing. But that is because she was, there was nothing for her to draw pride in.

Her time as a Sith had failed, the Order of the Grey had failed, her siblings were gone, her students died or fell to the dark, every order she had touched crumbled to dust, her very home had fallen due to her actions and she was nothing more than a constant failure. Even when she had finally formed a family, they were taken from her by her failure to control hel, Vulpesen and her children being cast away with her exile from the planet. She deserved nothing and she would get nothing.

So when Yasha spoke again, reaching out to cradle the woman in her arms, she found Alex crumble apart. The elder woman was tired and the very thought that Yasha mentioned, the event that had happened to this man named Preliat. That thought which had haunted Alex all during her time alone lingered there, begging for her to just do it.

She couldn't though, unsure if it was simply more weakness or a strength holding her to life. Was it weak to be unable to just end everything, or was it the only strength she could claim, that bit of her that wished and wanted for life protecting her from herself. Especially now with Yasha asking to be the one Alex could believe in, the one to help her walk through all of this and the one that would be there for her. It sounded like Yasha thought only of being a crutch for Alex, that thought of being so weak that she could not stand on her own.

Her throat swallowed as she looked towards Yasha's eyes again, leaning against the woman.

"Please... don't disappear like the rest." Was all she said, mind going silent for once and leaning into the woman's body.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

“I’ve survived how much, and you think I’ll disappear over some tears? Maybe a battle or two? Bah. Bah, I say.” Yasha tipped Alexandra’s chin up to her lips, and kissed her. She smoothed Alex’s hair and cuddled her up, leaning against the tree.

“Alex? I’m not… good. Not like others are good. Promise you won’t be scared? Of what I do?” Yasha’s heavily accented Basic flooded out of her mouth, as she kissed Alex’s hair and held her tight. Ambrose padded up, still locked in his lupine form. Plunking down beside Yasha, the elder gurlanin chuffed and nuzzled Yasha’s shoulder, in his way asking if the woman was alright.

Taking a hand off Alex’s back, Yasha ran her fingers along Ambrose’s fur. The same fur she cuddled into as a child, hiding from the terror of a parent who drank too much and screamed in his dreams. Nestled with Alex on her lap, her back against the tree and Ambrose beside her, Yasha felt a rare moment of peace. Yet the idea of one more soul to tend weighed on the Infernal. One more… it was worthwhile.

Wasn’t it?

The thought occurred to Yasha that someday there would be a being who was only strong for her. That prevented these moments of tender weakness. Her mind filtered to her Kaine. The one spot of beauty she could rely upon.

Strength without cessation. The universe itself in the palms of their hands.

“Neither of us are allowed to disappear.”

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Yasha Cadera"] made alexandra feel safe and content for once in so many years of nothing in her. It was an unusual feeling for once to finally have something to belong with and someone to lean against. Alexandra's head leaned into Yasha's and she enjoyed the feeling of the woman so close and with such comfort radiating from her. Alexandra would not care how the rest of the day, or the week, or the month, or so on would go. This moment was enough for her and Yasha's words would not change that fact, sharp eyes opening and looking at Yasha's own.

"Nothing you can do would scare me, you are not the kind of person to commit such an evil act... Your sins in the past are because of that demon, and anything you do from here on out is your own. You have been freed and I know that you will do good in your life." Alexandra's words fell from her lips, softly filling the air and staring at her.

Ambrose's appearance was more than welcome and Alex smiled softly at the creature who provided Yasha with such calm and support. It was weird, how quickly things changed and now the position that they were all in.

Then came Yasha's last bit of words.

"Never again, I have a reason to hang on... several now."

 

[Yasha Cadera]

“Don’t give Carnifex so much credit, Ale’ika.” Yasha chuckled sordidly, shaking her head. “He didn’t make me what I am. He didn’t form me from the dross. My parents did this. Aditya trained me to kill, out of necessity. Preliat was... he was a pugilistic maniac. Something ferocious lives in our blood, I’ve never been able to define.”

Running her hand through Ambrose’s fur, Yasha continued to cuddle Alex to her chest, delighting in the other woman.

“You know why I trained you those years ago, Yash’ika? You were the easiest killer I’d seen in my centuries. A girl-child who slit throats faster than breathing. Even Ra feared what you could become. He demanded you be trained, lest you fall to your father’s madness. You were too dangerous to be ignored. The most promising child I’d seen. Especially with that nanny of yours teaching you the art of diplomacy in conjunction to your penchant for savagery. We imbibed in hallucinogenic drugs to discern the will of Manda, and ever visions of Kad Harangir told me to keep you close. To train you for such moments. The Dark One did not create this spirit in your blood, Yasha, you were born savage, noble though you be from your mother’s people.” Ambrose’s voice tumbled from a mighty snout. Yasha’s hand paused in its stroking, stopped by the tale.

“Ra...”

“You were an astonishment. An aberration. A child who fought and spurred other children to take arms. Do you not remember the night of the bonfire, when Ra looked upon the trophies of your kills with wonder? You were... breathtaking. Even as a child. He had your armour commissioned for such a purpose as to learn by his side. Carnifex’s only value was to recognize what you were on sight, and attempt to weasel in as a friend and mentor once Ra was gone.”

A terrible security came when Yasha entered the field of battle. It was that which she knew too well in so young of years. As she held Alex, the truth of her clarified before her senses and Yasha knew fear. The fear of losing everything she built, for being a monster. Ambrose rumbled a deep growl, nuzzling his snout into Yasha’s shoulder.

“Belay that, pup. I see your face.”

Yasha pushed a smile on her face and snuggled into Ambrose and Alex.

“What I do is lead the Mando’ade to war. I keep attempting to build something. To take the battles we survived and build a future for those of us left.” Tipping [member="Alexandra Feanor"]’s face to see in hers, Yasha’s smile came easier. “And that means you, too Alex. Hang on. We’ll make it better.”

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Yasha Cadera"]

Alexandra had very little to say in return to those words so instead of saying anything she just smiled and reached up, running a hand across Yasha's cheek as Yasha tipped Alexandra's face up. Her thumb started to move, simply stroking Yasha's cheek and sighing as this moment felt far too much like a dream. The moment was just too perfect and she still wanted to run away, still wanted to hide as tears touched her eyes and cheeks, running down as this situation felt far too familiar.

It felt like with Vulpesen.

The thought made her pause again and he head bowed, trying to free itself from Yasha's hand before leaning forward and crying into Yasha's shoulder.

If the memories were still in Yasha's mind, still there for her to think as to why Alexandra was like this. The thoughts of Vulpesen and Alexandra's kids might come to mind for the Mandalor. How the last time she had been given someone to care for and rely on ended with her being unable to be the mother that her children deserved. How she was kept at an arms length, only seeing her children when it was approved for a reason beyond her control.

"Don't make promises... they don't come true." Was mumbled as she closed her eyes and cried into Yasha's shoulder, holding onto the woman and not wanting to let go for right now. Just as this garden was meant to calm others, it was where her empathy and emotions were at their most unchecked. This was where Alexandra was herself, where her mind was weak and whole.

Just as Ambrose had returned though, so did Daeda, the snow colored wolf coming from his place and looking at the two before doing what looked like a sigh and coming to rest at the feet of the two woman. His presence, without words or even seeing to alert to Alexandra that he was there, calmed her and her crying became quieter. The wolf used its mental connection to help shove down the doubts, fears, and memories that had consumed her again.

It was for that reason that Yasha would with little warning receive one last deep kiss that lasted for several seconds. Alexandra's red eyes, tear stained eyes looked at Yasha after and leaned against her forehead, trying to think of what to say.

"I suppose this is a bit of a... distraction from your reason for being here. I hope you will be around again for more healing." A very soft smile touched her lips as something in her rose up enough to ask Yasha to return.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]’s hand was as heated as her hair, when it touched Yasha’s skin. Sensation itself was often oddly distant from a Mandalorian’s life. Locked behind armour, even the bliss of a gentle breeze was denied for the security of the Resol’nare’s teachings.

Safety, before comfort.

While Yasha’s armour was designed to be as comfortable as possible for the Mand’alor, the sensation of skin on skin, or a planet’s atmosphere on her face was as overstimulating as an overexposed hologram. Yasha’s entire body tingled. As Alex sobbed, Yasha held her, cognizant only of the strength with which she did so. Clucking her tongue in the way she remembered Baiko doing, when she was young, Yasha rocked the crying woman and allowed the grace of release.

“Yet. They haven’t come true yet.” Emotional Cin Vhetin, for the tortured and decimated Grand Master.

“Flora? What’s flora?” Yasha blinked, lips still pursed from [member="Alexandra Feanor"]’s gigantic kiss. Her eyes barely cracked open as her lips remained pursed.

“Mmmrrhhfffrrrrrrhhhhssrrrrr… what were we… healing. Yes. Many healing. With the shiny tree and the… and the other… and the sitting and…”

A low rumble bathed the air. Ambrose was laughing.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Yasha Cadera"]


Alexandra smiled when Yasha could no longer form a complete sentence, her hand starting to run through the woman's hair and she spoke with an almost devilish grin and tone to her voice. The Woman had been calmed and made happy thanks to Yasha but in its place had risen the feeling Alex was having for Yasha. She shifted and faced Yasha a bit more as her chin rested on Yasha's shoulder.

"Annnnddd what Yasha..., could that last one be this..." She reached up, one arm wrapping around Yasha's and hanging along her back, while the other hand softly took Yasha's cheek in her palm and pulled Yasha into another deep kiss. She silently apologized to Ambrose for coming back at a slightly awkward moment but Alex couldn't hold back doing that. Yasha had done too much for her and knew too much about her for Alexandra to just ignore the feelings churning inside her gut.

She realized in a small part that this was a bit strange though, especially considering not only their place in the universe but the fact Yasha already had children and the thought worried her but Yasha had not pushed away the last kiss so perhaps that was of no issue. Alexandra hoped that to be the case.

This was the first person she could trust and honestly care for in a long time like this, so her eyes softened immensely and she would continue her passionate kisses while she could, not overdoing it but clearly wanting to steal as many kisses as she could.