Control The Uncontrollable // The Acolyte

21. Good Night Sleep

The darkness used to be a warm emotion. Welcoming, one you out of very few Jedi happened to embrace. The darkness was a part of you, and you wore it with pride. The darkness was your benefit, your advantage, long as you were able to balance it. But the darkness did no longer feel like an advantage, not since you had met him. Qimir. He was the embodiment of the darkness, and it drew you to him, but his lack of light corrupted you. The balance was no longer there. You had nothing to hold onto, beside fear. You had become more and more restless and unable to sleep, even in good moments with him, you found yourself unable to rest.

Qimir was sound asleep beside you, while you studied the shadow of him. The shadow that had been haunting you for weeks. His back was bare, as your eyes stared into the massive scars on his back. Ever since you had seen them, you had been wondering who would have created such scars. Which Master? Are they still in the Order? Do others know? You lifted up your hands, as you let your fingertips trail his scars. They felt warm against your touch. You let minutes pass, following the traces of his scars. You tried to concentrate your senses, to read the history of them when suddenly you heard his breath hitch. You immediately pulled your hands to yourself, when you realized it was already too late.

"What are you doing?" His voice was hoarse, dark but with an undertone of playfulness.

He turned around to face you, but you were speechless. You had no explanation to tell him why you were caressing his back. Truthfully, you had no good reason. If you truly wanted to figure out the story of his scars, you could've simply just looked back into his memories, but you wanted to touch him. His body.  A sleepy smirk appeared on his face, and he pulled you closer to him. The only thing you were able to notice was his sudden growing bulge resting on your leg.

You swallowed low, what... was that? Your body got stiff, like you wanted to move but were unable to. Of course, you had heard about how normal people and aliens had lusts, but you had never in a million years imagined yourself to be in a situation like this. Your breath got heavier, and no matter how hard you tried, your mind and soul wanted this. It wanted to know what this... meant.

"You are... You are..." You struggled to speak clearly.

A tired, but attractive laugh fell out of Qimir's lips of your reaction to his natural state.

"A normal condition for a man to be in..." He whispered as he gently hovered over you. The moonlight reflecting into the cave made his skin shine as you looked up into his eyes. Finally, light in them. You felt one of his hands lifting up your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes, as his thumb caressed your cheek like he had first done many months ago.

"When a beautiful woman touches him," his words fell so smoothly off his tongue.

His words alluded to the fact you had started this sinful parade, though it was not meant to cause any form of irritation for him. You normally always knew what to do, but you found yourself in a ridiculous paradox. How do you turn away a man like Qimir? Especially when it was an emotion deep down lingering inside of your tummy, like a black snake wishing to know its next steps. Your lips opened as you tried to search for wise words to say.

"I am a jedi," You whispered, staring into his eyes as your favorite smirk appeared on his face.

"So was I," Qimir tilted his head.

"Was," You stated.

A fallen star is no longer a star, when it runs out of light. Qimir was impressed by your quick response. He moved your chin to the side, as he leaned down. His lips fell onto your neck, playfully placing kisses onto your skin. He had been craving the taste of you since the moment he sensed the darkness in you. You belonged together, even if you struggled to see it. He noticed how your whole body seemed to shake by his touch, your hands shaping into strong fists. Ah, what a sight you were.