Control The Uncontrollable // The Acolyte

69. Our Hope

Qimir struggled to believe your words, it felt like a dystopian fantasy, but he knew it was real. His hands dived deep into his pockets. The ring felt different in his hand, now that he knew he was giving it to you. It felt lighter than before, knowing it was yours. He took it out, as he gently took your hand, and placed it on your finger. His eyes were entranced as he studied your hand, now would you forever bring with you a piece of the moon, a piece of the two of you.

He looked up at your face, your eyes still engraved at the ring on your hand. Your lips were shaped like a smile, and he knew he would never forget this moment. He knew, deep down that this was all symbolic, your future together was haltering at best, but it was exactly what you said. It was hope, something he could look forward to. A light at the end of the tunnel, the moon on the dark skies. You, were his hope.

"My moon," he whispered, catching your attention again. You looked up at him, laughing, as the tears fell down your cheek.

Your hands wrapped around his cheeks, they were warm, a stark contrast to your cold nature taught by Jedi Order. They felt welcoming. Your eyes were tracing his features. Qimir liked the feeling of you watching him. How your eyes went from his lips, to his eyes, but also too small details, like his eyebrows to his hair. It was like it was your last time to take in each other's beauty.

Love was not an emotion Qimir thought he would ever experience. He couldn't choose which one was more terrifying, to love or be loved. Both held such depth, a major threat. It was thrilling, and he didn't want the feeling to stop. He noticed how your head, tilted closer to his, your noses touching. He was going to miss the way you leaned so innocently in with your kisses. It was like your noses were hugging, before your lips finally met.

The sadness that had roamed the space had vanished, it was only the love between the two of you filling up the air. Qimir closed his hands in enjoyment, as he could feel your hands tangling with his hair. You made him feel cherished, in a way no other being could. Your tongues so playfully twisting into each other. His hands held you tight, not wanting to let go.

"ah, should we... I'm warm," Your cheeks were burning up red, as you leaned away. Qimir smiled, and peaked a kiss from your lips.

"I think we should get undressed, darling... if it's so the last time," He whispered.

You nodded, and stood up, but before you were able to take of you anything, he wrapped his hands around you. If this was truly the last time, Qimir wanted everything to be perfect. He wanted to experience it all. His fingertips trailed to your loose top, as he carefully pulled it over your shoulders. A smile grew on his lips, as he saw your skin. You shyly turned around, but leaned into his chest, clearly signaling your comfort in him.

A smirk grew on his face, as he untied your pants. A flickering memory of your first night in the cave entered his mind. That time he helped you to get dressed, as your hand was hurting. It was one of many good memories he had with you. He looked down at your bare shoulders and gracefully kiss them, as he leaned down, taking off your pants. His hand snuck on the inner side of your legs as he brushed his hands up. He could almost hear your heart jump as his fingers touched your undergarments. His lips began to kiss your skin, soaking you in all the love you deserved.

"I love you," He whispered, noticing how your body seem to relax at his words of confirmation.


Qimir let his hand trail inside your undergarments. His fingers gently began to brush against your folds, warming you up for him. Your body was clinging onto him. One of your hands were wrapped around his neck, still tugging to his hair, the other was on his back, to try to stabilize yourself as the rush of emotions stormed inside of you. What a sight you were. His lips were engraved to your skin, before he lifted his head up, hovering over your shoulder to see your face. If it was the last time, he wanted to see all your reactions to his body. His fingers began to rub your clit.