#8 + rebelcaptain for the kiss meme? I dunno, it kinda looks like something out of a film noir imo. *shrugs*
8. A kiss in the dark This only took me a 1000000000000000000000 years to do, but I did it! (pre-rogue one)
The only light that seeped into the room was from a
lone street lamp outside. The curtains were askew, either drawn hastily or
without much thought, and ripped uselessly on one side. A chronometer that had
been knocked off a table and onto the floor read 03:14 and the only sounds were
the speeders racing through never-ending Coruscant traffic, and the rustlings
of too-stiff bed sheets.
He had started at her lips, but his scruff now
scraped against her belly, slowly dipping lower and lower. Their clothes had
been shed like second skins some time ago. She wasn’t surprised to find that
she had no problem stripping off her physical layers (being naked didn’t feel nearly as vulnerable as
someone knowing who she really was).
Her leg curled around him as he held her apart. The aching that had started the
second they’d locked eyes across the cantina flared and burned at the touch of
his lips, and she sucked in a shaky breath.
Threading a hand into his hair, she knew that she
would regret the burn left by his stubble in the morning. She didn’t care. For
a time, there was nothing but soft sighs and fingernails scraping across his
scalp. She had been silent from the moment he had finally pressed her up
against his motel room door, but a well-placed finger accidentally elicited a
moan from the back of her throat.
“Oh, so you are enjoying this,” he murmured.
“Shut up, shut
She wasn’t one to ever give much away. Staying
quiet was a valuable skill and she practiced it well. However, this man
was somehow drawing all kinds of things out of her with his tongue and she felt
her hands shaking as she hastily bit her lip. Hell, she didn’t even know this
man. Finding herself wrapped around him was probably one of the most dangerous
things she could have done tonight, but damn it, she’d wanted him and for once
she hadn’t cared about the consequences. In the dark she couldn’t see his face,
but it was far easier to acquaint herself with his skin rather than his words.
It would have to be enough for him.
She protested when he suddenly pulled back. He
ignored the whines, resting his cheek against her thigh as she huffed in
irritation, rubbing at her eyes. “What is it?”
“You don’t say much, do you, Liana?”
“If you wanted a conversation, you kissed the wrong
She impatiently tugged on his head but he only
smirked against her. She almost thought that he would end this before it could
really start, but his lips slowly started moving back up her thigh again and,
my god, if she had wanted dangerous then she had gotten it. He was relentless,
nipping at her skin, licking the crease of her thigh and she knew his sort. He
wanted groans and whimpers, whispered requests and curses, something that she
never gave. She just wanted the raw passion that she’d seen in him at the
cantina. She wanted hard and fast and forgetting the mess of her life. She
didn’t want to be Liana Hallik right now, she just wanted arms around her in a
warm bed, at least for a few hours. Why the hell did she have to pick him? The
one man who wouldn’t just settle for her body, why him.
But then he was back where he’d started, and oh,
this is a suuuper mega quick sketch i started literal ages ago as a response to a post that mentioned how the above bts pic looked like a wedding pic between four and sarah (though sadly i can’t find the original post anymore boo)
i tried to clean it up a bit and finally post it as gift for hellogoodbyepaulie, happy birthday! :) hope u like it~