I lay alongside you, feeling your warmth. The rain patters
against the window, a symphony of soothing sound. I glance out,
watching the clear droplets race down the glass. Lightning
flashes outside, casting us in wild light and shadow. I stroke
your face as you sleep. So beautiful. Your skin, your scent. I
love it all. The taste of your lips, sweeter even than the
first time when we touched. Wild loving has us weak and weary.
We simply must bond. I will accept no less.
But I understand the danger involved. Even here, in the privacy
of our own apartments, we take a terrible risk. At the height
of passion our shields are weakest. But I care nothing of their
discovery, for I love you.
Perhaps I am mad. Knighthood is but a whisper away, yet
when I look in your eyes I see myself. You speak of loving in
secret, meeting in the quiet. We kiss again, and I melt at your
voice. Like velvet, it sings through my soul. And I am lost.
You are strong yet gentle. A tower of a man, with pan sized
hands of crushing strength. Yet you hold me in your arms like a
newborne babe. Your face is handsome, like that of royalty. And
that body. Ghods! Damp from our lust, the muscled bulk
shines in the dim light. I could spend a lifetime tasting and
teasing you.
We play with fire and love it. I should turn away now before
all is lost. But it is already too late. For once tasted, the
forbidden fruit is ever more sweet.
Beautiful eyes open, blue crystals in the night. You look
askance. Unecessary, for I have no regrets. I am yours.
You sweep me into thick arms and crush my lips. I scent your
skin and hair, hot musk and spice. Your body is hard against
mine and I feel your need, for the fire burns me as well. We
lose ourselves again as always, crying in the night and
screaming our passion. All rules and constraints are broken
now.
We lie still again, limp and exhausted. Soft pants in the dark.
I stroke your beard once more, noting the outline against the
strong jaw. You taunt my nipples with tongue. I love every
minute of it.
We sought secrecy in the training gym after hours. It was there
that we were discovered. Mace Windu walked in on us, enraged.
Two titans nearly came to blows.
We accept whatever happens now. In a way, I am relieved. Love
should never be held but embraced with joy. We will likely be
expelled, but I care not. We will bond in peace, in our own
time.
It is nearly dawn now. The Council session is today. I do not
fear their decision, for our love will endure. Again you look
at me, deep eyes clouded in uncertainty. We clasp hands in
understanding.
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