The Fall of Revan

The Essence of Need *M*

Some mature content below you've been warned. 

Chapter 17

Dantooine, Somewhere high above its oceans

Three and a half weeks after your failed Jaik'ran

Leveling out just above one of Dantooine 's many oceans you command Salantar to hover and watch as Ashabellanar stands up and removes her helmet. "That was incredible," she declares as a rare full smile lights up her face. Feeling your breath hitch at the sight you remove your own.

"That it is," you concur flashing her your own wild grin.

"Is it always like that?" She inquires her eyes still wide with adrenaline.

"Elek," (yes) you reply smirking at her enthusiasm.

"There's nothing like it," she decrees spinning for a moment so that she ends up facing you.

"There's one thing," you counter. Without debating you pull her against you and deftly capture her lips with yours, unable to resist the urge that you'd fought against for the last three weeks and more. Feeling her body stiffen in surprise you take advantage of her momentary shock and slip your tongue within her mouth as her lips separate for a momentary gasp against yours.

Drunk on the sweet berry taste within her mouth you slide your free hand up into her hair while your other firmly presses her against you with the use of her hip. Gasping at the contact, Ashabellanar further opens her mouth and you quickly devour her tongue with hers. Moaning against you, she suddenly returns the action and quickly her hands find their way under your fitted battle armor's vest. Hells mist, you inwardly curse as the feeling of her fingers against your bare skin reminds you of the electrical storms of Dromund Kass. Tightening your grip on her head you deepen the kiss and slide your other hand slowly up her shirt, caressing the small of her back with your fingers.

Unable to fight your urge to feel her beneath you any longer you press her backwards until she stumbles over a Salantar's reigns and is forced to press herself against the curve of her mane. Never breaking your hold on her you instinctively follow her down and release a moan of your own as your own body presses firmly against hers. Gods she feels divine; you inwardly decree as your own body's desires make themselves abundantly clear to her.

Dantooine, Somewhere high above its oceans

One month and three and a half weeks after Jax's original return

Lost in the depths of Torian's kiss you allow him to push you down and against his War Machine. Pressing himself firmly against you, he moans and you can sense the full state of his desire for you as he swells against your inner thighs. Feeling an unexpected burning deep within your core you gasp against his mouth as a sensation wells up through your entire body. Need, that was it. Need was building within you and you could sense it in him as well. Your body radiated it so much that you felt the only way to fix it was to somehow burst. Running your nails up his back you press yourself instinctively against him. I need more of him, I want to feel him, you realize instantly ripping at his shirt.

Pulling back, Torian seductively smirks at you before quickly shedding his shirt. Feasting your eyes on his chiseled stomach you admire him for a moment before arching your body up to meet his. Groaning from the effect, Torian quickly captures your lips again with his as his hands freely roam your body. Leaving a trail of burning heat as they trial up you're the front of your shirt. Unable to contain this need you run your nails down his back, gaining yourself a firm press of his own need against you. Growling against your mouth, Torian firmly cups your backside and grinds his hips against yours while pining both of your hands above your head. Gasping against the action your body convulses against his with need. I can't take more of this; I feel like it will devour me... Arching against him you cry out when his lips unexpectedly caress your chest and the desire you thought would devour you just moments ago amplifies three times over. Moaning from its discomfort, you arch backwards and instinctively pull Torian firmly against you with your arms and legs.