Despite forcing herself to push down her passion and desire, she didn't pull away from him or make any move to leave. In fact, she stayed just as close, if not a little closer than before. His smile showed peace and happiness, telling her that he was not angry or upset, but still content here with her. This made her strangely happy and she found herself smiling back gently as she comfortably snuggled up to him, allowing him to hold her. The warmth was soothing and she found her thoughts and worries melting away once more as she closed her eyes, slipping into something resembling meditation. It was different than her usual meditation, and unintentional.<br/><br/>She could feel that Thal-ion, too, was meditating, even as his fingers played with her hair. He was quiet for a long while, as was she, content, happy even, and very much at peace. It was strange, but not unpleasant, and she didn't shy away from it. In fact, she welcomed the feelings, as she welcomed his presence, wrapping her in warmth both physically and in the Force.<br/><br/>After some time, she heard, or rather felt his whisper against her neck, telling her that he would wait. With the whisper came a kiss, a soft caress of his lips against her skin. It was tender and sweet, and yet it lit a fire in her as nothing else had. She inhaled sharply, closing her eyes, and then let out a slow, shaky breath. Why such a simple thing caused such feelings to stir, she could not say. But she warned herself against entertaining them. Biting her lip gently, she tried to force them down again with slow, deep breaths.<br/><br/>Gently, her fingers found his chin, bringing his face close to hers once more, her blue eyes piercing into his. "Thal-ion," she whispered ever-so-softly before brushing her lips against his in a feather-light kiss. And then she captured his lips with her own once more, but this time it was a slow, tender kiss, filled with affection, and appreciation. When it ended, she pulled away only enough that their lips no longer touched, "Thank you," she whispered hoarsely, and there she stayed, fighting every instinct, every part of her that wanted more.<br/><br/>Just when she thought that the gravity was too much, when she threatened to give in to the temptation, a sound echoed throughout the ship. They were approaching Tatooine. They only had a few minutes before she needed to be back in the pilot's chair. She let out a small, surprised sound as the noise echoed loudly in the silence. And her eyes held both relief and disappointment. Yet she smiled gently, cupping his face with both of her hands before kissing him hard. It was full of desire, fiery passion, and hungry need. But there was more. In that kiss lay a promise, for another day.<br/><br/>After a time that seemed to last both an eternity and a mere moment, she pulled away, just a little. She was breathless, but she smiled. It was sweet and alluring, and in her eyes shined the same promise. She would live, and she would make sure that he lived, so that one day the future he saw could become reality. She then kissed him again, sweet and gentle, pulling away and moving to kiss his forehead before she pulled away, pushing herself up in the bed.<br/><br/>Climbing out of the bed, she looked back at him with a smile. "I'll get the ship ready for our descent," she spoke, still somewhat out of breath, yet her voice was soft and happy. She then slipped out of the chambers, stopping just outside, out of his view and taking a slow, deep breath, to center herself, and to get her mind back on what she would need to focus on now. She then continued into the cockpit, where she took her seat and began preparing the ship to make the descent and to land on the planet, near the other Jedi.