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I booted up swtor again. Date night with Jorgan was available, so how could I not?
Omg I grinned like an idiot the whole way through. Other than Aric's atrocious armor choices, it was perfect. Looking forward to doing again with different dialouge.
He's so cute.
OC + Emoji challenge from my twitch stream:
Ipha Kodrevas from SWTOR for @kodrevas
#5 for jorganxipha :D
5. hands on the other person’s back, fingertips pressing under their top, drawing gentle circles against that small strip of bare skin that make them break the kiss with a gasp
Jorgan realized she was having another nightmare before she did. She moaned in her sleep, jerked an arm across his body as though pushing something away. Or protecting herself from it. He came awake all at once, on high alert, and shook her gently. She made a noise but didn’t wake. He rubbed her arm, not vigorously, but enough to let her know he was there and it was time to come out of it. He said her name and her eyes popped open.
Her first breath was shaky. Ipha covered her eyes with her hand and concentrated on steadying it. “I’m okay,” she said immediately. “I’m fine.”
The nightmares were no longer getting worse. But they weren’t getting better either. Sleep only came because she and Jorgan had a silent agreement that they would share her bed. The presence of someone beside her coaxed her into sleep, and mostly held off the dreams. Or was it his presence specifically? She had tried not to think too hard about it.
“I need to get up,” she mumbled as tendrils of the terror clung to her. “I need to move.”
Rather than wait for him to move out of the bunk first, she swung a leg over him, for a moment straddling his midsection in a pretense of intimacy that was cloudy between them. Her other foot sought the floor and once grounded, she moved unsteadily to the door.
The Blue Bukk was quiet, no life but for the humming of its systems. Was everyone gone? No, not everyone. Yuun slept noiselessly in another bunk. The rest of the crew away on assignment. The door slid closed and then open again as Jorgan followed her into the low light of the common.
He was silent for a moment as she slowed her pacing. “That seemed like a rough one,” he said as she came to a standstill, her back to him.
She couldn’t even begin to explain the cacophony of images, that feeling of not having any control, no connection to your own body. He’d never asked her to. Seeing her in that tank, floating weightless and blind, it had scared him. Whatever she had gone through in there was a terror he could never fathom. And because of that, he had no idea how to help her.
“I’m alright,” she said after a long moment. But she didn’t elaborate.
Jorgan hated this. These heavy moments where the chasm between them was so large and unbreachable but he could still see her light. He hated these halfhearted back pats and the murmured cajoling to try and find sleep again. He hated this not knowing where they stood, and the fear that if he stepped too far over the line he would ruin her.
He was a soldier, damn it, and soldiers met problems head-on. They shouldered through them, roughed them up, and either it came out fine or it all went to hell but something happened, something moved. This wasn’t a problem that being a soldier could fix.
He wasn’t entirely sure how to simply be a man about it though.
“Sometimes…” he started, but his voice broke at the end of the word and he fell silent again. He watched her head bow forward. “We need a better solution.”
Her head snapped up then. “We?” She turned toward him now. She didn’t seem to understand what that meant.
Kriff. This. The only way to go was forward and the only way he knew how was to plow into it. “You and I, we are partners more often than not. On the field, and here, after all… that. And as your partner, I’m supposed to be watching your back. I’m watching your back alright. And everything else too.” His gaze dropped. “It’s unprofessional.”
She still looked confused. “I guess I would be offended if you weren’t occasionally trying to sneak a peek.”
“I’d like to do more than just peek,” he muttered and immediately winced. She deserved better than that. “Look, I don’t know if this thing between us is going anywhere. You’re a remarkable woman, but I’m still your CO. If I ever cross a line, go too far,” his wince was internal this time. He realized too late he was giving her an out. Letting her choose to keep things status quo. Not what he wanted, but it was too late now. He sighed. “You let me know.”
She stared at him, her confusion melting into something else, something he couldn’t quite read. It was determined, and a little defiant. She walked to him, back straight, chin up, no longer trembling. “If you’ve got something to say, then say it,” she said. A light glinted in her eye.
It was now. It had to be. Because if it wasn’t, then it would never again have the chance to be. He squared his own shoulders and looked down at her. She just might punch him. “Fine.” The word didn’t come out as clipped as he thought it would.
He reached for her and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into him. Her hands came up to his chest to steady herself, but he was holding her tight. The kiss was fast, hot, and uncomplicated. He let her go just as quickly and stepped back, giving her space.
“Well,” he said into the surprised silence. “I think I’ve said my piece.”
She jerked her chin. “I haven’t said mine.”
He thought it would be a verbal slash, but she grabbed him by the front of his shirt and yanked him the step to her. It was his turn to be off balance. But he was ready when she pressed her mouth to his, kissed him like he was her air.
His hands went around the small of her back, his fingertips brushed bare skin. Under her shirt, they traced gentle circles, in contrast to the sheer power she kissed him with. She shuddered against him, then broke the kiss with an audible gasp. But he held her body against him still, unwilling to give up any of the ground they had just crossed.
He looked down into her green eyes and again appreciated the depth of color. “Whew. For the record, you kiss like most people punch.”
“I would think you of all people would appreciate that,” she stammered. The defiance was gone, replaced with sudden uncertainty.
“Oh, I do. Trust me. I’ll take that punch anytime.” He lifted a finger to point to his lips. “Right here. Anytime.”
She laughed suddenly and the tension in the room fled like nervous thrantas. He found himself smiling. The sound was wonderful.
Ipha cleared her throat as she let go of his shirtfront. “So… where do we go from here?”
“Forward,” he answered immediately. “Together.”
“Right. Okay.” Her face sobered.
“No,” he said, putting a finger under her chin. “Keep smiling. This is a good thing.”
“It is,” she started, but he kissed away the rest of her words. Logistics later, he thought. Her, now.
It’s been awhile since I posted anything. But, since I’m still alive, let’s celebrate with a recent pic of Ipha’s face.
Yup, she’s still gorgeous.
The playable Kodrevas sisters:
Brei’yu
Ipha
Mavae
Server: The Ebon Hawk
I just... Ipha can you not? Are you jumping or tripping? I can’t tell.
“FOR THE REPUB- OH shit-”
You’re killing me.
Whoops, I forgot to include the pictures of Ipha because I’m an idiot. You know that.
I have an AU!Ipha who is the leader of Havoc, and there’s no Poole in her story. Jorgan never falls in love with her, he falls in love instead with Ava Jaxo. Then Ipha kills Jaxo on A-77. And since Cathar mate for life well...
Since she’s so in love with Jorgan, and he will never love her the same way, she starts dying her hair purple and Vik talks her into getting a face tattoo of the Havoc symbol. She’s a hot mess when she’s not leading. She and Jonas Balkar burn up the sheets every single time they run into each other, then conveniently forget the other exists until next time.
Every so often I’ll add something to her AU after I play her in game (named Iphality on the Ebon Hawk) since she’s Havoc CO and the Outlander.
And I’m slowly shipping AU!Ipha and Torian after Mandalore’s Revenge. She went with the lightside options of disagreeing with Lana and giving the schematics over in good faith. When Torian confronted her and said they weren’t animals, she told him straight up she believed him.
I think he would gain a lot of respect for her during that conversation. And, if the BH of that AU was male or a lesbian (looking at you, Thaedra) Torian wouldn’t be romantically involved with that person. And I kind of want to ship this ship.
I had planned to romance Koth with Iphality, but when the conversation came I forgot and never locked in the romance. Then he left in huff, oops, so no matter anyway.
Ramble ramble ramble I’m going down in a blaze of impossible ships.
