Just as Thal-ion's nuzzling of Alethea's neck was driving her insane from their continued shared warmth still sizzling from the afterglow of their lovemaking; so also was his companion's fingers in his hair, and the rise and fall of her breasts against his body.  Something about the simple friction of her breasts brushing against him with each breath was so tantalizing and enjoyable.  Instinctively, he drew her closer to his body...if for no other reason than to feel her breasts even more against him as they continued to brush with her breathing.  Despite the energy just spent in their first act of passion; still he could feel the searing heat they shared for each other.  He was not oblivious to how his nuzzling of her neck seemed to keep that fire pulsing inside her, but it was so enjoyable - he had absolutely no desire to stop.  It didn't help that he was also still burning with the same fire.  In fact, it seemed to have increased in intensity - which he found truly impressive.  Along with this, Thal-ion noted his companion was on the very edge of another round of passion being set free.<br/><br/>So was he - for that matter.<br/><br/>And, so, he did the most natural thing ever.  He drew her even closer to him, and kissed her lips passionately...claiming them once more, and letting his tongue play with her own in a slow fiery deep passion.  It was a roaring fire...yet somehow gentler.  The kiss seemed to draw their bodies together intimately once more as his hands roamed over her soft fiery skin...for her skin was burning from all the passion she had locked away inside her.  One hand traced hungrily and slowly over her hips as if to draw her closer still, and the other slipped between them to cup one of her divine breasts again.  He massaged the mound softly...slowly...enjoying every single second it was rising and falling in his hand.  The sensation was perfectly erotic, and he wouldn't have traded it for anything in the whole universe.  To know each new rapid breath was for him.  To know each touch she shared with him was only for him...was something which made him fall even more in love with her by the second.  It wasn't just about their newly discovered sexuality.  It was the sheer fact she was willing to share herself on such intimate levels with only him.  Every single second was so powerful, and drew his soul closer to her own.<br/><br/>The kiss ended only to begin with him turning into her body, and nuzzling her neck once more...this time with greater fire and desire...with greater intensity and lust...drawing one of her legs up hungrily over his hip.  He wanted nothing more than to make her happy...to share his fire with her as much as she wished.  Nothing was more important to him than her happiness.  Alethea was no longer just his Jedi companion, but his lover, his true Companion in life, and he couldn't have been happier as he slipped between her legs...exploring her cleavage again with new lustful burning caresses.<br/><br/>"Alethea!" he whispered to her with all the affection deep in his soul for the woman he was with, and this whisper was mixed with such passion...for only her.