Thal-ion could no longer think.  Thinking was not something that was possible at this particular time.  Instinct had overridden his ability to do so, and he was okay with that...more than okay.  Never in all his life had ever felt as alive as he was in this moment with Alethea.  The way she made sounds seemed to go right straight to the core of his entire body and soul.  How such sounds were so pleasing and enticing was anyone's guess, but to him he could not wish for more pleasant ones coming from the woman he was now sharing her bed with.  The way she moaned when he touched her breast did not go unnoticed...nothing did at this point.  This particular moan was something even more enticing, and he found himself loosening the wrapping which covered her breasts...his fingers deftly removing the cloth, but still slightly shaking with excitement and desire.  At the same time, he never once stopped kissing her neck; for she seemed to enjoy the sensation immensely.   With her moving slightly under him; he felt more than electrified.  Something about her movement was purely erotic and enticing him to more and more of her.  With every new whimper and moan she made...every rise and fall of her breasts as they came free...every movement of her body under him increased his desire for her in ways he could not even begin to describe.  He felt an arousal so powerful he had no words for it, and with her breasts bare...he instinctively traced new caresses from her neck...to her throat, and then lower...ever so slowly...rushing nothing.<br/><br/>The way Alethea traced his back muscles with her hands made him groan with a need he had never before had.  It was a fierce raging fiery need, and it needed an answer.  She...she was the answer...the only answer.  Outside, a sand storm began to rage, but it was nothing compared to the fierce passion which was beginning to take shape in the small freighter.  His soft hands now explored one of her bare breasts, and the other he began to nuzzle softly with slow exploring caresses...so gentle, and yet each kiss still was with searing passion.  His other hand had now slipped from her hair to caress the rest of her...slipping down to her hips...grazing them...exploring them...drawing her closer...ever closer...though no space seperated them now.  He found his breath came shorter and shorter, and a moan of his own escaped his lips as her movements under him brushed firmly against his groin...where he felt the most aroused.  The young Sentinel was no longer blushing...his entire body was flushed with a fever and excitement he found absolutely enchanting.  Instinctively, he slipped his mouth over one nipple, and softly sucked on it...and then again...tasting her sweet flesh.<br/><br/>It was incredibly warm in the cabin now, but Thal-ion was focused on giving her all of his fire...all of his heat.  He nuzzled her breasts more feverishly...needing her...drawing her even closer to him by one of her hips...even drawing one leg up over his own hip as he lay there with her.  The Force flowed over them...sealing them closer and closer as his soul and mind reached out to caress her own...to make love to her own.  No greater feeling had he ever experienced in all his young life, and still he craved more from her.  He melted in her arms...melted at her touch.  She could have asked for anything from him if she wanted...anything at all.  All he wanted was to share his life with her...here and now...in this moment, and forever after.  His caresses of her cleavage and breasts became more feverish as he instinctively began to move between her legs in time with her own body's movements...his breath becoming even more ragged.