Tomiride, più comunemente conosciuta come Tomiri, fu, nel VI secolo a.C., la leggendaria regina dei Massageti, un popolo nomade di origine iranica stanziato nelle vaste pianure dell’Asia centrale, a est del Mar Caspio. Affini ai Tissageti, anch’essi di stirpe iranica, i Massageti erano noti per la loro fierezza, il loro spirito indipendente e la padronanza della […]
Tomiride, più comunemente conosciuta come Tomiri, fu, nel VI secolo a.C., la leggendaria regina dei Massageti, un popolo nomade di origine iranica stanziato nelle vaste pianure dell’Asia centrale, a est del Mar Caspio. Affini ai Tissageti, anch’essi di stirpe iranica, i Massageti erano noti per la loro fierezza, il loro spirito indipendente e la padronanza della […]
Kaz'ip closed his eyes and sighed contently. It was a very nice feeling to have his horns being tended to by someone else. He hadn't taken care of them for a very long time, resulting in them being long and sharp. If you didn't know better you'd almost mistake him for a feral Zabrak. The last time someone filed his horns it was… No, he shouldn't think about that now.
This was pleasant, this was nice. Better than nice, it was great.
“When was the last time you took care of your horns, Kaz?”
He frowned slightly as he thought about it. “You know, I can't even remember. The last time someone else did it for me was before Master Naya and I got captured by Imperial Intelligence.”
“It is kinda hard to take care of the horns on the back of your head by yourself.”
Kaz smiled. He had to agree with that. It was very nice of Miri to take care of his horns for him. They had talked quite a lot since he got on board. While the rest of the crew/cantina band was really nice, Miri had been the one he was most interested in. She was Zabrak like himself, ofcourse, and her life had been quite different from his. They'd even been flirting, or at least it seemed liked it. After what happened with Master Naya and Master Domi he wasn't sure if he should make assumptions like that. He didn't want to make a mistake like that again.
When she placed a hand on his shoulder he looked at her from the corner of his eyes. She just tapped it and smiled. “I need to do the ones on the front now. Do you mind if I move to your lap?”
At first he wasn't sure if he heard that right, but considering the twinkle in her eyes apparently he did. Kaz bit his bottom lip. “I don't mind. I'm sure my lap is more comfortable than the engine room floor.”
“That is certainly true.” She moved underneath his arm until she crawled onto his lap and locked her legs behind his back.
It was difficult to ignore the warmth her body radiated when she was sitting in his lap. He wasn't quite sure where to put his hands. He would like to place them on her hips, but she was still filing his horns, so he placed them behind himself to give her easier access.
Once all horns were taken care of, significantly smaller and blunt, Miri put her files back into her toiletry bag. She tilted her head slightly for a final inspection. “There, all done,” she finally exclaimed triumphantly. “You look presentable again.”
He reached for his head and carefully touched his horns. They felt good again. “Thank you, Miri.”
Next thing he knew he found her hands on his head and her lips pressed against his. Kaz's eyes opened wide in shock. She was kissing him. This was not him assuming things, or imagining things. Miri was kissing him. That actually felt… really nice. Her lips were soft and warm. How could he not answer her kiss? He had to keep a clear head though, not show too much excitement, just because she was kissing him. It made him feel relieved and giddy. For once he wasn't a second choice.
So he did the only thing he wanted to do: Return her kiss. He buried his hands in her red hair and started returning her kiss, a little hesitant at first, careful, but once he noticed how Miri responded with enthusiasm, he followed suit. Kaz traced her lips with his tongue, nudging her to let him in. When she let him he couldn't even begin to describe how he felt, just that he felt wanted and that he wished to show her he wanted her too. She liked it when he did, that much was obvious when her hands became more frantic, touching his horns, sliding down his head and neck to his back.
How long they sat in the engine room, just kissing and touching, he didn't know. Kaz just knew he didn't want it to stop.
