<strong>Torven</strong><br/><br/>"Somewhere . . ." While Isulura removed her to pand lay down, Torven hunted around in one of the few drawers in the place.  He found one of the, as yet, unopened bottles she'd gotten him months ago, glanced at it, and shrugged.  Good enough.  When he turned back, the Jedi knelt on the floor, beside the low bed.<br/><br/>He poured a bit of oil on his hand, rubbed them together to warm the liquid, then slowly began to run his hands over her back.  Smiling, Torven worked the liquid into her skin, starting up with her shoulders.  He moved his hands in circular patterns.  Sometime she kneaded, othertimes gently rubbing.  Silently, he worked his way slowly over her muscles, moving downward every few minutes.