Song lyrics: Ich hab dich fest in meiner Hand / Zieh dich ganz nah an mich heran / Tanz mit mir
Jaren + Isu’aexa
Claws flexed, digging into the grass as the Cathar moved in a slow circle, green eyes on the Rattataki. His thick red-gold dreadlocks were woven into a braid and bound tightly back from his feline features, showing the strong angular lines, softened by the short ruff of beard. Dressed in a sleeve-less vest, his fur gleamed a creamy-gold, showing off the darker rosettes and stripes as he balanced on his toes.
Mirroring him as they spun in a slow dance, measuring each other, the Rattataki was a bit taller, considerably thicker. Heavy muscle flexed under chalk-white skin, marked with black ink. The armor matched: lightweight but dark and practical, scarred with use. Isu’aexa was strength and stamina to Jaren’s speed and agility. Silver-blue eyes darkened to a stormy color as he grinned, black fang tattoo flexing like a beast showing teeth. The Cathar answered with a toothy grin of his own.
When Jaren lunged, it was soundless. The Cathar warstaff in his hands whirled, blades extending and a heavy thrum in the air as the beskar sang. A golden saber ignited, meeting the weapon with a flash of sparks, halting it. They strained for a moment and came apart, circling again as Isu’aexa flicked the second blade to life.
The second attack came faster and they whirled and danced together. Jaren struck in lightning-fast slashes and thrusts, only to be parried and held, driving back by the sheer strength of the Sith. He snarled, dancing around the other, trying to goad the other into following him. Too clever for that, Isu’aexa held his ground and spun, grinning viciously.
Over and over they came together, warstaff humming and lightsabers sparking. The thud of kicks and elbows blocked as the elegance of dueling mixed with the ferocity of brawling. A snarl came as one saber was knocked away, but the Rattataki’s hand wrapped around the staff just under the blade. The Cathar dropped and twisted, heaving the other with Force-augmented strength. Isu’aexa grunted as he hit the ground on his back, but he he twisted the blade, breaking Jaren’s grip and sending him rolling.
A moment later, the Sith lunged, straddling the other and grabbing his wrists to pin over his head. He chuckled as the Cathar arched and heaved, growling in frustration. Finally Jaren went still and huffed, chest moving in rapid pants.
“Why does sparring with you always end up with me on my back?” he grumbled, green eyes bright and amused despite his words.
“Would you perhaps prefer to be on your stomach?” Isu’aexa cooed, leaning down to brush a faint kiss across the other’s lips.
“Have I mentioned what a charmer you are, Saa’ri?” the Cathar murmured, nipping lightly at the other’s lower lip.
“A few times.” the Sith nearly purred, stormy eyes amused. “At least my charms seem to work on you, hmm?”
“…True.” Jaren mumbled before his mouth was taken and they weren’t talking anymore.