Alethea wasn't sure how much more she could take, and yet she never wanted it to end. Every movement, every shared touch, every kiss, every caress, it was absolutely maddening, and yet it felt so incredibly amazing that she didn't want it to end. She was happy to let him drive her mad, because it was the more alive she'd ever felt. She felt as though she were on fire, with no real desire to put out the flames that licked at her body.<br/><br/>He pulled her gently closer, ever closer, as if trying to remove anything that separated them, until they were no longer two distinct individuals, and she was only too happy to comply, pressing herself ever closer and he pulled her tightly to him. It was incredible, as was the feeling of his body moving against hers, and hers against his, somehow finding their own rhythm, until they were moving in sync.<br/><br/>But like her, he wasn't content to end his exploration there, and soon he began to make his slow descent across her abdomen, towards her legs, leaving a trail of hot kisses in his wake. The kisses were slow, burning, and tantalizing, and each kiss earned a soft sound from her lips, each left behind a fire on her skin. Each left her breaths even more ragged than the last. And down they continued, until he reached the hem of her pants, and still he continued, slowly slipping them down, kissing every centimeter of the exposed skin with the same maddening tenderness, the same careful slowness than ensured her passion continued building.<br/><br/>Her hip, her thigh, her leg, slowly he caressed the skin, further and further, until he had removed her clothing and moved away to remove his own. She gasped lightly, the air around them seeming cold against her flushed skin, making her acutely aware of the absence of his heat against her skin. Even for the briefest of moments they were apart, she longed for the return of his heat. And her wish was granted, as she again felt the caress of his lips against the skin of her leg. A little smile graced her lips as she let out a sigh of pleasure, her hands reaching out, seeking again to find his warmth, to trace his skin as he traced hers.<br/><br/>Both of his hands now explored the skin of her legs, and his kisses slowly trailed upward, centimeter by centimeter, making their slow trek back towards her inner thigh. She shuddered lightly, pleasantly at the touch, or perhaps it was the mix of the touch and the massaging of her breasts through the Force. It hardly mattered, it felt amazing, and her body responded to every touch.<br/><br/>She lost count of the sounds she made in response to his touches, his kisses against her hot skin. And then he paused, glancing up at her, as if to gauge her reaction, or perhaps ask permission, she didn't know. She could hardly think to decide. Instead, she bit her lip gently, but smiled, nodding gently in response. Anything he wanted, she would gladly give. Everything she had she would eagerly allow him to explore, taste, touch, kiss, whatever he wished to do, she was more than happy to let him.<span style="font-style: italic">Whatever you desire is already yours to take, you needn't ask</span>some part of her must have whispered to him through the Force.<br/><br/>She thought she heard her own voice whisper<span style="font-style: italic">please,</span>but whether she truly said it, whispered it through the Force, or simply thought it to herself, she couldn't really say, but she thought that he would hear it either way. And so she waited, eagerly, and impatiently for him to take what he desired, while her own hands continued to rove gently over any part of him she could reach, seeking his touch. Waiting every agonizing millisecond to feel his touch against her skin once more.