[ @stlwrt alex -> shamara ] alexandra's metal hand gently ghost over the bruises on green skin, barely hand marks purposefully lingering on her thighs, drawing a delicate line from hip to stomach to intertwine with shamara's hand. presses a kiss on each of her knuckles. it's quiet, and they're barely coming down from the euphoria of their high, but there's something that coaxes alex just a tad further than she would usually be anyway. "i love you." murmured against the back of shamara's hand, almost unheard, but no less sincere all the same. [unprompted]
the light in the other room flickers. buzzes. the only thing to break the silence over breathing that is just starting to slow. sweat cools over the both of them, sticking bare skin together. her own hair sticks to her forehead, sticks to the back of her neck, to her throat, curls and catches in joints.
they should get up. should take the luxury of a rare sanisteam.
it's hard not seeing this time as something rare. something stolen away between heartbeats. she's still getting used to the fact that plunging into bed with another doesn't have to be hurried and hungry and half-secret.
no, just her own existence now was nigh on taboo.
Alex mumbles against Shamara's hand, and the mirialan's breath caught in her throat.
Shamara looks away. focuses her gaze on the opposing wall. following cracks in the flimsy substructure. this was a mistake. getting involved with someone. it was a mistake. the words have been said, and that made this all the more real.
and the last woman Shamara had loved was—
died with the rest of the Jedi.
Alex was not a Jedi. but that didn't make the risk any less. the Empire would not take mercy on her just because she wasn't Force-sensitive, should they be caught. if things went for the worse, Alex was a liability. not a strength.
