[Reach for the Stars] Torven's Quarters
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				Title: <strong>[Reach for the Stars] Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>05-03-2006, 23:39:07</strong>
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				Near the west tower, Torven’s room is somewhat spartan in appearance.&nbsp; The furniture is utilitarian and the decoration minimal.&nbsp; It does include a meditation corner and, due to his position as a resident instructor, a private bath.&nbsp; The most important oddities of the room are that it contains a bed that can barely squeeze two into it moderately comfortably and that there are several weapons on the walls.&nbsp; Among these are a few examples of vibroblades, two force pikes (relics from the Imperial Guard), a Gaffi stick, and a few other sundry melee weapons.&nbsp; Most of these are ones that Torven used in his pre-Jedi days as a gladiator.&nbsp; A couple were acquired from the Imperial days as well, though.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>28-03-2006, 05:05:47</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>Once they reached his room, Torven keyed the access and waved Isulura in.&nbsp; "After you," he murmured, "You know where everything is."&nbsp; Which wasn't hard to do, given the relatively small space and fact that he kept everything in the open.&nbsp; That is aside from a cortosis dagger attached to his bedframe, under the bed.&nbsp; And a holdout blaster concealed in the desk.&nbsp; The door closed silently behind them<br><br>"The room's about as secure as it can be, givne that I don't check for bugs or anything."&nbsp; Not that he should have to.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>28-03-2006, 07:16:03</strong>
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				Moving inside as he waved her in, she nodded. As he entered behind her and began speaking, she crossed towards one of the only things to sit on, the bed, shrugging off her robes as she goes. Nodding as she leans to set the robe on the bed, she turns to look back to him.<br><br>"As secure as it can be, Master... Tell me, what are your true thoughts on the matter." Sitting, she crosses her long legs, leaning back lightly on one hand. She's completely at ease there, though she is in most places, she just happens to be more so around him and in one of their quarters.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>28-03-2006, 14:36:58</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He was a bit surprised that she moevd directly to his bed, but only barely let it show.&nbsp; Though his eyes travelled over her briefly when she removed the robe.&nbsp; He'd always thought she had a stunning figure.&nbsp; Torven took the desk chair and shrugged his own outer robe onto the floor.<br><br>"Perfect . . .," he said, before he realized it, then quickly backpedalled, "The Master Alest situation or Kaylin's?&nbsp; Or both?"&nbsp; He was leaning back in the chair, facing her, fully at ease with his legs spread slightly.&nbsp; A more or less normally relaxed position for the Knight, though there was a certain tension as well.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>28-03-2006, 17:26:24</strong>
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				Tilting her head faintly as she watches him, she raises an eyebrow lightly. <br><br>"Perfect?" She notes the slight tension there, and leans forward, elbows resting on her knees. <br><br>"Master, something else troubles you... Please, tell me what it is?" If she knew what it was, she wouldn't have to pry, she could help him...
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>28-03-2006, 18:15:02</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>Leaning forward was probably the worst thing she could have done for Torven at that moment.&nbsp; The position gave him an even better view of her cleavage.&nbsp; Notthat he minded, in most situations, but in this one . . . it made control difficult.&nbsp; "Huh?&nbsp; Oh . . . no, nothing," he was obviously stretching the truth a bit there, and she'd probably get a psychic hint that it had something to do with her.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>28-03-2006, 22:25:51</strong>
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				Frowning gently, she tilts her head to the side as she continues to watch him.<br><br>"Have I done something, Master? Is it something with me?" Of course she can feel it, but what troubles her more than the fact that it might be her, is the fact that he won't tell her. They never kept secrets, she told him everything... Why was he hiding something now?
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>29-03-2006, 01:27:53</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He shook his head, his eyes briefly straying to their earlier oject of admiration.&nbsp; Torven pulled his gaze up from her cleavage to her face quickly, though.&nbsp; Hoping she wouldn't notice.&nbsp; "No, no, you've done nothing . . . it's me, I guess.&nbsp; I'm not sure," he said, struggling with a desire to tell her and get things in the open versus his knowledge of her past.&nbsp; He didn't want to take advantage of her.<br><br>Too many already had, from what he understood.&nbsp; And many had taken advantage of him, in other ways.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-03-2006, 02:25:01</strong>
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				Raising an eyebrow once more, he wasn't lucky enough for her to miss the look. Her frown slowly disappeared, and was replaced by a slow, almost amused smile.<br><br>"You were looking at my body..." She doesn't really ask so much as states it, though she doesn't seem offended in the least as she continues to watch and sense him closely for his reaction to her 'accusation'.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>29-03-2006, 04:44:51</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>"Well . . . yes . . . but," Torven tried to think fast, like he did in training and in the field.&nbsp; This was different, though.&nbsp; "But not just that . . . no, that didn't come out right . . ."&nbsp; As he spoke, waves of borderline embarassment emanated from the knight along with something stronger, affection, perhaps, maybe stronger than that.&nbsp; Definitely stronger.&nbsp; Words, outisde of those necessary for teaching his lessons, weren't exactly Torven's strong point.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-03-2006, 04:47:08</strong>
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				<em>Just tell me what it is, Master...</em> Her mind brushed against his as she reached to touch his hand gently. Her eyes never left his, her smile becoming less amused and more kind, more understanding. She wouldn't likely get anywhere if he thought she'd mock him for what he was going to say.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>29-03-2006, 05:06:00</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br><em>I don't wish to take advantage of you, Isulura . . . or our past.</em>&nbsp; He returned the thought, but didn't remove his hand from her path.&nbsp; His eyes were locked with her's, his face cleared into a smile, though certain lines remained along his brow and around his eyes.&nbsp; Residual concern.&nbsp; Probably not so much for her response, but for the views of the rest of the Order and his concern over the source of his own emotions.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-03-2006, 05:08:29</strong>
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				<em>Please, Master. Do not worry so. Only through confrontation can your worries be eased... It is just you and me here, there's no need to worry about anyone else hearing... Please...</em> She kept her hand in his, moving to kneel before him as she continued to watch his eyes. She'd felt that emotion that seemed like adoration, only... more. She couldn't bring herself to hope it was right. She cared deeply for him, but never would imagine that he'd see her as anything but a 'daughter'.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>29-03-2006, 05:17:28</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>Being on her knees seemed to make Torven more aggitated.&nbsp; <em>Please, don't do that . . . the kneeling thing.</em>&nbsp; It was too much like what he knew of her old life.&nbsp; Not to mention what he'd seen in the pens for years.&nbsp; <em>Tell me . . . how would you describe our relationship?</em>&nbsp; That, he decided, might help figure this thing out.&nbsp; He had little hope that any feelings on her part spawned from anything but the fact that he'd rescued and trained her, but it might work.&nbsp; Even barring outsiders, that wasn't likely, though, or so he thought.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-03-2006, 05:22:34</strong>
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				Tilting her head curiously at the question, she nods faintly at his request, slowly moving to sit on the bed once more.<br><br><em>Our relationship, Master? I... Well...</em> She seems to think on that one for a long moment, then looks at her hands. <br><br><em>I would say that we have a great friendship, Master. Greater than most others can hope to have in a life time. We are closer than anyone else I've ever known in my entire life... Though I know there is something more than that.</em> Slowly she looks back up at him, tilting her head once more.<br><br><em>I know there is...</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>29-03-2006, 05:30:15</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He reached out and took her hands in his as he mentally listened.&nbsp; It was a 'bold' move, something he hadn't really done before.&nbsp; <em>What? . . . there is what?</em> he asked, soothingly.<br><br>He mulled the reply over.&nbsp; More than friendship.&nbsp; Well, yes.&nbsp; There was their student-teacher relationship, their bond as fellow knights who'd worked together quite a bit.&nbsp; There was this mental conection between them too.&nbsp; He'd heard of such things, but had no words for it.&nbsp; All of that confusion flashed quickly through his mind, though he doubted Isulura'd pick up on it, as confused as she looked.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-03-2006, 05:32:21</strong>
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				Looking down at his hands as they took her own, she smiled faintly. Raising her eyes to look at him once more, she tilts her head yet again, trying to think on how to word things, how best to broach the subject. Sighing, she shakes her head, looking as if she's given up. Just when he might think she has, she seems to resolve something and leans up and forward, quickly brushing her lips across his before starting to lean back, unless stopped. When words failed, actions spoke louder than words....
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>29-03-2006, 05:59:26</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He was confused as well, obviously.&nbsp; But, when Isulura leaned forward, that confusion skyrocketed.&nbsp; Until she pressed her lips to his.&nbsp; Instinctively, his hands came up, one cupping the back of her head, holding her close as his lips met her's.&nbsp; The other caressed her lekku as if he was running his fingers through someone's hair.&nbsp; Torven maintained the kiss for a few seconds, radiating all the affection, no, love might be a better word, that he'd bottled up for years.<br><br>Finally, he moved his hands, allowing her to draw back if she wished.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-03-2006, 06:04:04</strong>
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				She was suprised that he not only stopped her, but the range of emotions she felt from him as he kissed her. She let her eyes slip shut, returning the kiss until he removed his hands. She didn't move back, however, opening her eyes as she inhaled softly, eyes searching his own in silence. For once, she had no idea what to say, what to do. The only thing she did think to do was already instinctively happening; holding onto the front of his shirt faintly as she watches his eyes silently.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>29-03-2006, 06:33:14</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He remained silent as well.&nbsp; Not having the right words was more common for Torven.&nbsp; He was used to that.&nbsp; Not knowing what to do was another matter.&nbsp; However, something felt right.&nbsp; His hands covered her's as he slowly stood up.&nbsp; The knight drew her with him.&nbsp; As they rose, his arms wrapped around her, drawing her closer against his chest.&nbsp; The human heldher like that, if she let him, his fingers lightly stroking her lekku.&nbsp; His heartbeat was strong and just a bit fast, though he didn't try to slow it.&nbsp; His breath came marginally more rapid than was normal too, but his eyes held something akin to hope.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-03-2006, 06:36:06</strong>
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				Standing as he pulls her, she tilts her head faintly as she keeps her eyes on his. Searching his eyes, she finally smiled softly as she saw the hope there.<br><br><em>This will complicate things, Master...</em> She brushed his mind gently with her own, though from the way it 'sounded' and felt, she didn't mind, hope entering her eyes as well as her slender frame rested against his own muscled frame.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>29-03-2006, 07:17:44</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br><em>Definitely . . .</em> he agreed, then a smile came to his lips, <em>Are we still on for dinner?</em>&nbsp; Sure, asking through their link was probably an abuse of the gift, but why not?&nbsp; He hugged her closer for a moment.&nbsp; Torven pressed his lps to her near lekku in the process.&nbsp; Beyond that, he just stood holding her, swaying a little from time to time, but content for the first time in months.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-03-2006, 07:48:09</strong>
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				Laughing softly at the question, she nods. <em>Of course, Master. Unless you had other thoughts?</em> She smiles, then tilts her head faintly as she feels his lips on her lekku. It was an interesting feeling, really, and one that she thought humans missed out on, as they had hair instead of the lekku. Shifting faintly against him, she wraps her arms about his shoulders, holding him just as close as he holds her.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>29-03-2006, 14:44:29</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br><em>I suppose not.</em>&nbsp; He returned the smile, just joking about dinner anyway.&nbsp; To be honest, he wasn't exactly sure <span class="bbc_u">what</span> he wanted at the moment.&nbsp; Contentment wasn't something he was used to.&nbsp; The last time . . . well, he couldn't remmeber the last time he'd been even mildly content.&nbsp; Even during meditation his mind whirled around.&nbsp; Something always had to be active.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-03-2006, 19:55:03</strong>
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				<em>I can feel more ease within you, Master...</em> That makes her smile a bit more, reaching to trail her fingertips down along his jawline gently, watching her fingers as they move.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>29-03-2006, 20:34:37</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>Torven smiled as she traced his jawline.&nbsp; He dipped his head briefly, capturing one of her fingers between his lips.&nbsp; Gently, the knight sucked the entire digit into his mouth.&nbsp; He used his tongue to play with it while stretching out with his senses to try picking up her feelings.&nbsp; His fledgling empathic abilites needed to be tested again.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-03-2006, 20:37:58</strong>
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				Not that he'd have to try hard. Her mind was always open to his,&nbsp; because of their unknown bond, and because of her own telepathic abilities. Tilting her head as she watches him suckle at her finger, she intakes a soft breath, tongue touching her upper lip lightly without her realizing it. Were he to sense her feelings, he'd feel a sense of excitement, but more than that, unconditional love. Her breathing increased just faintly, her hand gripping at his shoulder.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>29-03-2006, 21:00:04</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>Vey plesed, Torven released Isulura's finger.&nbsp; He'd felt everything, knew she enjoyed the touch.&nbsp; Knew she loved him.&nbsp; He radiated the same emotion back toward her, along with his own sense of peace at having her pressed against him.&nbsp; Mingled in those was a decided sense of protectiveness.&nbsp; However, Torven didn't want to just toss her in the sack instantly.&nbsp; There was more to their relationship than that, he knew.<br><br><em>Mmmm . . . I'm glad we came to some conclusion . . .</em> he thought to her.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-03-2006, 21:02:44</strong>
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				Laughing softly, she nods.<br><br><em>As am I, Master...</em> She moves her fingers along his jaw briefly once more before letting her hand fall back to his shoulder. She could feel the peace that he had when she was so close, and it made her all the more happy. 
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>29-03-2006, 21:55:30</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He wasn’t sure what to say, or rather think, after that.&nbsp; So, for the moment, Torven just held her.&nbsp; His eyes strayed from looking down her back to scanning the wall behind her.&nbsp; For a few seconds, they closed in peace.&nbsp; Now that their emotions were in the open, at least to each other, the knight felt as if one heavy burdne had been lifted from his shoulders, even though he knew another was going to replace it soon enough.&nbsp; As she’s said, this could make matters difficult, depsite the more liberal direction the New Order was going.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-03-2006, 21:57:41</strong>
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				Watching his eyes until they closed, she smiled softly, then moved to let her head rest on his shoulder lightly. She was a bit taller than most women, but it had never been a problem for them. Not that they'd ever embraced like this. Letting her forehead rest against his throat, she too closed her eyes, enjoying the near completeness she felt by being in his arms.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>29-03-2006, 23:20:21</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>Unsure of what to do, Torven settled for simply holding Isulura close.&nbsp; He'd rarely been involved with a woman who wasn't either a whore, an enemy, or a colleague.&nbsp; This sort of things wasn't exactly in the set of situations he knew how to deal with.&nbsp; But, the Jedi let that flow from his mind.&nbsp; In time, he concentrated solely on her breathing and feeling her heartbeat against his.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 02:08:02</strong>
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				She was content as well to simply stay in his arms. It was easy enough for their breathing to fall into a steady rythm together, her fingers raising to feather along the line of his throat, almost as if exploring for the first time. She knew so much about it, it was hard not to know him in and out. But physically, she really didn't know him overly well. At least, not in a way that they seemed bound for.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 02:27:38</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>Whether they were bound for anything or not, Torven wasn't exactly certain how far he wanted to go at the moment.&nbsp; This was still a bit new for him.&nbsp; But, he let her explore.&nbsp; He didn't try to stop her.&nbsp; The sensation was interesting . . . in a good way.&nbsp; He sighed and held her close, giving Isulura enough room to do as she would, but keeping her near.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 02:29:06</strong>
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				She rested easily against his body, almost seeming to fit as if meant to be there. Her fingers continued along his throat, eyes opening to watch their progress. Finally, she lets them fall to rest against his chest as she raises her head to watch his eyes.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 02:58:05</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>When her path of exploration ended, Torven hugged her closer again.&nbsp; He bent his head slightly to press his lips to her's once more.&nbsp; The sensation was still a new one.&nbsp; Well, notthe sensation itslef, but paired with her it was.&nbsp; Something he was quickly beginning to enjoy.&nbsp; Tentatively, the tip of his tongue ran across her lips, seeking an invitation to deepen the kiss.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 03:02:35</strong>
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				Tilting her head up to meet his kiss, she slowly lets her eyes slip shut, arms sliding to wrap about his shoulders once more. She's suprised by the feel of his tongue against her lips, but only hesitates faintly before parting her lips to deepen the kiss as she presses closer.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 05:07:26</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>A little surprised himself, Torven slipped his tongue between her parted lips.&nbsp; He sighed against her as the tip began slowly exploring the&nbsp; roof of her mouth, working around until he met her tongue.&nbsp; He licked lightly, inviting her to respond or join in.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 05:20:44</strong>
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				Her tongue moved along his, and while he might wish it were otherwise, she was actually quite good at kissing. She had, after all, been a slave for most of her life... It went with the territory. she pressed as close as she could to him, sighing into the kiss, as he had.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 05:29:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He had no expectations, really.&nbsp; He'd had his share of partners over the years.&nbsp; Some willing, some less so. Most after he'd won a bout in the arena.&nbsp; In fact, most of those had probably been slaves, now that he thought about it.&nbsp; The thought fled rapidly, though, to be replaced with a near total immersion in the sensation flowing between them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 05:32:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was hard to ever imagine a sensation quite like this one. They were so close mentally, telepathically, and now they were becoming so close physically. Gripping at his robes faintly, she breaks the kiss to draw in a deep breath, resting her forehead against his own faintly. Her breathing has increased obviously, her body shifting against his own slowly, sensually without her realizing it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 06:11:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>Troven broke the kiss as well, sensing that she was about to thanks to their link.&nbsp; He glanced down at her hands in his flightsuit and felt his forehead touch her's.&nbsp; "I hate to break this up," he whispered, "But we should probably see to the students . . . unless it's near lunch and you want to stick around here for it."&nbsp; He was having a difficult time controlling his body.&nbsp; This, he found odd, given that the physical Froce powers, those that controlled the body were the ones he'd learned the fastest.&nbsp; The exercises he knew the best were designed for that purpose.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 06:14:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tilting her head faintly, she leaned her forehead off of his, frowning softly.<br><br>"We should..." At the mention of lunch, however, she smiled.<br><br>"That's right, it is nearly time for lunch... What did you wish to do, Master?" It was an old habit, calling him Master, one she didn't even think on now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 06:47:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>Torven leaned back as well.&nbsp; "First . . . please let the 'master' thing drop.&nbsp; Especially since we're, I guess, . . . 'seeing' each othernow," he sighed, with a big smile, though, "After that . . . cafeteria?&nbsp; One of the gardens?&nbsp; Your place or mine?"&nbsp; Any of the options were fine with him.&nbsp; Skipping lunch was as well, if that was her choice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 17:12:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Forgive me... I suppose old habits die hard... Torven." She smiles slowly at the sound of his name, then tilts her head to think on where they should eat. <br><br>"Well, we're already here, unless you've objections to eating here?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 18:36:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He smiled back upon hearing the sound of his name coming from her lips.&nbsp; "I'm sorry for snapping, Isulura . . . it just has too much of a reminder of our old lives to it," he apologized in return.&nbsp; Torven shrugged at the suggestion, "That's fine with me . . . though I don't think I have much around here."<br><br>In fact, he didn't keep any food around.&nbsp; Though they could always grab a servant or student to run to the cafeteria.&nbsp; Assuming, of course, he reminded himself, that she actually meant to eat, in the literal sense.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 18:45:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Still smiling, she shakes her head. <br><br>"It's alright, Torven. As I said, old habits. It will just take time for me to get used to it..." When he mentioned he had no food, she tilted her head to think. She had plenty, but she really didn't eat much during the day.<br><br>"I'm really not all that hungry, though I can go find something, if you'd like..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 18:52:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He shook his head, "No . . . we can call someone if we get hungry.&nbsp; That's what I usually do if I'm alone here anyway."&nbsp; He smiled at her and brushed his lips against her's again.&nbsp; Still getting used to thesensation, Torven decided to keep on trying it from time to time.&nbsp; He grinned after breaking the brief kiss.&nbsp; "If you're not hungry . . . is there anything you'd like to do?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 18:59:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tilting her head up to return that brief kiss, she smiles and shrugs, motioning to the bed.<br><br>"Sit, talk...?" There really wasn't much else to do. At least, not yet in her mind. She didn't want to offend him, or to upset him, after all. He now seemed more protective of her than ever.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 22:14:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He'd always been a bit protective.&nbsp; Whether that was his hidden emotion or the bond they shared, even he didn't know.&nbsp; Or think about much, for that matter.&nbsp; Aside from the 'master' thing, there was nothing she could say to offend him, or so he thought.<br><br>Torven nodded, taking the foot of the bed.&nbsp; He sat with one foot on the floor, the other in the air as his leg rested on the matress.&nbsp; For now, he waited for her to start . . .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 23:47:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once he was seated, she took a seat not far from him, actually closer than she would have a time ago. She liked this new contact, wanted to keep experiencing it.<br><br>"Mas... Torven, when you saw my new dress... What did you think of it?" Well maybe now that they knew how each other felt, they could get some truths out in the open.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>31-03-2006, 04:45:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He thought for a few moments before replying, thinking back to earlier that morning.&nbsp; "I thought it looked stunning on you.&nbsp; Very attractive," he decided, "And, I honestly thought about how it would look coming off."&nbsp; Torven smiled then, knowing that she wouldn't take that the wrong way, thanks to their bond.&nbsp; That helped sometimes, helped a lot, actually.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>31-03-2006, 04:49:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laughing, she shakes her head and shoves his shoulder gently.<br><br>"Oh good Lord... You're terrible!" She continues to laugh, her hand falling to rest on his leg.<br><br>"But thank you, I rather like that dress."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>31-03-2006, 05:21:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He shrugged, "Hey, I'm male . . . and an ex-gladiator.&nbsp; We're pretty simple."&nbsp; He smiled and lpaced his hand over her's.&nbsp; Torven squeezed it gently, then added, "It was very . . . sexy.&nbsp; And arousing, to say the least.&nbsp; Admittedly, everything you wear looks stunning."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>31-03-2006, 06:06:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tilting her head a bit, she smiles as she watches his eyes. <br><br>"Really? I hadn't thought of that when I chose my clothing. It is simply the way I choose to dress. Should I change it?" Being sex, arousing, or stunning could be rather bad when training young ones.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>31-03-2006, 06:46:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He shook his head, "I don't see why.&nbsp; It's been how many years, now?"&nbsp; Sure, there were a few who might complain, but the traditionalists only needed to be shown the various Twi'lek Jedi of the past.&nbsp; Then they fell in line.&nbsp; "Besides, if you distract the kids during combat training, it gives 'em a better taste of what things're like outside the temple."<br><br>Torven had always been a proponent of making the exercises as realistic as possible.&nbsp; Just part of his background.&nbsp; Where he came from, a fighter was good, or dead.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>31-03-2006, 06:49:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So very true..." Tilting her head again, she tried to think of something, other than work, that they might talk about. They usually were talking about such things, with nothing else to talk about until now. And now that they had the chance, she really didn't know what to talk about.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>31-03-2006, 06:57:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>The Human nodded a little.&nbsp; "Any idea what's going on with the upcoming elections?" he couldn't think of anything else at the moment, on the spot, as it were, "I'm guessin' Olani's 'inspection' is some sort of election game.&nbsp; Maybe get people back home on the Rim to see she's tough on secret societies or something."&nbsp; Politics wasn't really hsi thing, but it was better than talking about the weather.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>31-03-2006, 07:01:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course the inspection is. You know that they all love their games that they play&nbsp; under the pretenses of politics." She shakes her head, sighing, then chuckles softly, shaking her head as she looks back at him.<br><br>"Its not as if we're a completely secret societ, Torven. We're quite open and accepting of any who show talent, and remain towards the Light side of the Force."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>31-03-2006, 07:11:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>"And we 'refuse' to teach those who don't have talent," he returned, with a wry chuckle, "As if working wth the Force was like driving a speeder, something anyone could learn with a bit of practice."&nbsp; e shook his head.&nbsp; Jsut being excluded was enough for some people.&nbsp; No matter what the reason for exclusion was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>31-03-2006, 07:14:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know. People who can't understand, choose instead to either not care, or lash out." Shrugging softly, she shakes her head, then smiles up at him.<br><br>"But we still seem to manage just fine. Don't we?" She continues to smile, watching him for a moment before reaching up and touching his jaw once more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>31-03-2006, 07:37:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He remained silent, trying to think of something to change the subject.&nbsp; While he thoth, Torven accepted her touch.&nbsp; He absently moved his free hand to rest on her thigh.&nbsp; As if they had a mind of their own, his fingers traced random patterns on her leg through the pants.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>31-03-2006, 07:40:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She made her own clothes most of the time, liking to know that they would fit perfectly. These pants did indeed fit perfectly, well made, soft thin leather that didn't leave much between his fingers and the warmth of her leg. Smiling softly once more, she tilted her head forward, brushing a light kiss to his cheek.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>31-03-2006, 07:54:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>Silently, he contined stroking her leg.&nbsp; Torven leaned into the kiss.&nbsp; Once her lips left his skin, he turned his head and brushed his own against her's.&nbsp; "Sorry this took so long to happen," he murmured, adding, "Maybe we should have a 'real' date . . . catch a show or a holopic or something?"&nbsp; It was a change of subject.&nbsp; Not a particualrly good one, but it was something.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>31-03-2006, 07:57:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chuckling softly, she stays close, looking back to his eyes.<br><br>"As opposed to the millions of things we've done over the years together anyways? Now the difference shall be we are.. An item, I suppose." She pauses, however, tilting her head to think.<br><br>"Torven... Are we... Going to hide this?" Would they act 'normal' in public, or actually show their feelings? It was new, almost dangerous ground.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>31-03-2006, 14:44:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He laughed, himself.&nbsp; "Well, running around chasing Imperial remnants and fallen Jedi isn't exactly what I'd call a date," Torven joked, though he knew what she meant.&nbsp; He squeezed her thigh gently.&nbsp; "That's up to you.&nbsp; Do you want to be public?"&nbsp; There were some who'd oppose the idea, others who wouldn't.&nbsp; It all depended.&nbsp; The Order was in a strange place right now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>01-04-2006, 04:36:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I'm really not certain. How will it be recieved? I'd not wish you to get into trouble..." As usual, she was more worried about him than she was about herself.<br><br>"I know there are definitely those here who do not believe that Jedi should love..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>01-04-2006, 06:15:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He shook his head, "We can't tell until we try . . . unless you've been developing precognitive skills."&nbsp; Torven doubted that even those would help.&nbsp; They didn't help the Old Order afterall, so why should they help in this case.&nbsp; But, he chuckled.&nbsp; "I can't really get in anymore trouble.&nbsp; Half the Council's tried to reprimand me at one time or another," he said, "But they keep issuing slaps on the wrist, because I'm good at what I do for them."&nbsp; She on the other hand . . . well, he'd survived a few deades in the Order, avoiding politics.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>03-04-2006, 03:46:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nodding slowly, she tilts her head as she looks about the room, thinking. Finally, she looks back to him, smiling softly.<br><br>"Then it is as you said. We will not know until we try..." Nodding, she seemed to pause for a moment, just studying his features before leaning forward to kiss him gently once more. Never in her life had she been able to kiss someone simply because she wanted to. And she was rather enjoying it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>03-04-2006, 05:01:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He watched her closely, wondering what she was thinking.&nbsp; Then Torven smiled, about to say something when he was cut off by her kiss.&nbsp; Obviously, he didn't mind too much, since his lips met her's halfway.&nbsp; When she broke it, Torven had a subtle look of enjoyment in his eyes.&nbsp; "So, we 'go public,' then and see what happens?" he asked, still with a hint of concern, mostly due to her own position and place.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>03-04-2006, 07:39:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nodding, she again trails those soft fingers of hers along his jawline.<br><br>"Yes... And please, don't worry..." She smiles, shrugging lightly.<br><br>"I'm fine, and this shall be a learning experience. For more than just us, I have a feeling..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>03-04-2006, 20:17:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(OOC: My apologies for delays, today's been busy so far.)<br><br><strong>Torven</strong><br><br>As her fingers moved along his jaw, Torven's hand gently squeezed her thigh.&nbsp; He nodded, "I'll try . . . but I'm worried about how this might affect your standing.&nbsp; Mine doesn't really matter now."&nbsp; Still, the Force made the universe go 'round.&nbsp; If this wasn't meant to be, then surely the Force wouldn't have created the bond between them or brought them together in the first place.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>03-04-2006, 20:20:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Still smiling, she shakes her head.<br><br>"Torven... I will be fine. Things will likely be... Interesting, if not somewhat difficult for a time, but we will make things work, yes?" Nodding her confidence, she tilted her head up to kiss him once more, shifting closer to let her body rest against his own finally.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>03-04-2006, 21:02:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>Toren nodded, "I guess.&nbsp; I guess everyday we leave the temple is a risk in its own right.&nbsp; For higher stakes too."&nbsp; As she moved up against him, his arm automatically came to rest around her shoulders.&nbsp; He did it without thinking, it jsut felt right.&nbsp; Hsi lips met her's, flattening briefly, then withdrawing a little way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>03-04-2006, 21:03:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he pulled from the kiss, she tilted her head lightly, looking up at him, now leaning fully against him, pleased with the feeling of his arm about her shoulders.<br><br>"What's wrong...?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>03-04-2006, 22:03:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>"Nothing . . . nothing at all," he replied, "Just wanted to take a look at you . . . up close . . . and wonder how I got so lucky."&nbsp; Torven smiled and gave as a peck of a kiss on the tip of her nose.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>03-04-2006, 22:10:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laughing softly, she shakes her head.<br><br>"Flattery was never your strong suit, Torven..." She winks at him, then pokes his nose almost playfully in return. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>03-04-2006, 23:40:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He shrugged, "Not much call for it in the arena."&nbsp; As with nearly everything, he came back to that.&nbsp; 'Course, it had been the formative years of his childhood and adulthood.&nbsp; Still . . . "Sorry, I should've moved past that by now.&nbsp; Probably one reason the Council'll never promote me beyond this point."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>04-04-2006, 07:29:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shaking her head lightly, she smiles softly.<br><br>"No, you will move past it when you are ready. No sooner." She herself didn't make many references to her slavery, as it was her entire life until he'd come for her, but it always lingered, always was a constant reminder of many things, both strengths and weaknesses.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>04-04-2006, 14:00:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He smiled and leaned against her, absently stroking her lekku.&nbsp; "Thanks . . . apparently the Council doesn't thinkt he same way," he said quietly, not that it mattered much.&nbsp; He was happy where he was.&nbsp; Moreso now, with her beside him, closer than before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>04-04-2006, 17:47:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tilting her head into his touch, she nods as she smiles, almost purring softly. She continued to rest against him, enjoying this new closeness, this new experience. It might be a long, hard road ahead of them, but she was willing to chance it if he was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>04-04-2006, 20:25:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>For a while, Torven just sat, relaxed, almost meditative, and held Isulura close.&nbsp; He was more interested in exploring this newfound sense of emotion and feeling than anything else.&nbsp; Fortunately, his afternoons were free, unless a student, or fellow Jedi, desired private tutoring or instruction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>04-04-2006, 23:01:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Unfortunately for them both, Isulura had things that she needed to do, as she liked to keep her schedule full. She also wanted to find Master Alest to see if he'd found a student to show the Senator around the temple. But for now, she let her mind simply brush intimately along Torvens, closing her eyes as her head fell to rest on his shoulder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>05-04-2006, 01:38:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>For a few moments, Torven did his best to radiate peace.&nbsp; Even so, there was a faint undercurrent of borderline simple lust that he couldn't fully erase.&nbsp; The Jedi wasn't going to act on it at the moment, he thought of it more as a tribute to Isulura's beauty and their connection, than anything else.&nbsp; But, he also picked up the concern she felt and understood it.&nbsp; There were some troubling things going on in the Temple.&nbsp; Things next to which any troubles they'd have would pale in comparison.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>05-04-2006, 07:28:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Raising her head lightly to look up at him, she smiles faintly as she feels everything that he does. Tilting her head, she studies his eyes, then smiles all the more.<br><br>"Torven, you needn't worry of frightening me... I'm not a little child..." Again her fingertips raised, trailing lightly along his jawline.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>05-04-2006, 19:36:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He chuckled, glanced down the top of her outfit and smiled, "Don't I know that . . ."&nbsp; Torven's eyes met her's then.&nbsp; He became serious again and nodded.&nbsp; "I just . . . . I don't know what exactly I want, I guess . . .," the Jedi said, an uncharacteristic note of uncertainty entering his voice, "I do know that I don't want to hurt you, and don't want to feel like I've become one of the 'masters' in your old life."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>05-04-2006, 19:56:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Torven..." She spoke softly, raising her other hand to gently hold his face between the two, her eyes soft, full of love, as is her tone.<br><br>"You will never, ever feel like one of them. You gave me my freedom all those years ago. And now, again you give me the freedom to choose. I have never had the luxury that most take for granted. Please, don't think that you'll make me feel like a slave once more. You won't..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>05-04-2006, 21:33:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>His head gently trapped between her hands, the Human nodded.&nbsp; "I'll try to remember that, Isulura," without thinking, he leaned forward and kissed her again, a soft, brief touch of their lips together.&nbsp; When he pulled back, Torven thought about their situation again and realized another potential problem . . . there were still troubles among some Jedi, and the normal people, with relationships between species.&nbsp; Another layer of trouble they'd have to overcome.&nbsp; And he didn't even know if she'd want children sometime in the future . . . a whole new can of worms suddenly opened up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>05-04-2006, 21:37:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Returning the kiss with a soft smile, she raised an eyebrow as she felt those worries swarm him once more.<br><br>"Oh Torven... Can we not cross those bridges when we get to them? You worry far too much..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>06-04-2006, 04:20:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>"Sure, it just occurred to me.&nbsp; We can burn that bridge later," he agreed and grinned.&nbsp; Torven quickly trie dto figure out some way to change the subject without going to their 'work.'&nbsp; Finally, he settled on teh lame, "So, what do you do in your spare time, I should probably already know that, shouldn't I?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>06-04-2006, 06:29:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chuckling softly, she nods.<br><br>"Yes, you really should. What time I don't spend with you, I practice my hobbies and forms, or I read..." That was something new for her, something he'd taught her. And, she was quite proud of how well she'd been doing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>06-04-2006, 14:06:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He thought those over for a moment, "Really?&nbsp; What've you been reading lately?"&nbsp; Unfortunately, he'd been too busy to do much reading for entertainment lately.&nbsp; Mostly he'd been dealing with student reports, holocron images, and trying to decipher pre-Empire Jedi texts related to his own work.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>06-04-2006, 18:49:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I don't get out much, so I read the latest opera plaing down at the main arena. The one about the warrior and the princess?" She'd rather enjoyed the story, thinking it oddly mirrored their own lives.<br><br>"I thought it was rather well written. Have you seen it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>06-04-2006, 19:21:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>Torven shook his head, "I haven't managed to get out to that one . . . yet.&nbsp; I'm free this evening, and I'm sure the theater could find a pair of tickets for to interested Jedi . . ."&nbsp; He let the awkward statement hanging, letting Isulura draw her own conclusion.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>06-04-2006, 20:02:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Slowly smiling, she tilts her head once more.<br><br>"Why Torven, are you asking me to attend an holopera with you...?" She knew that he was, but she wanted to draw it out of him. He'd have to get used to this sort of thing. And again, it was rather nice to be asked, and not told.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>06-04-2006, 23:41:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>"Uh . . . yes, I guess I am," the ex-gladiator replied, with a little smile of his own.&nbsp; Why he was asking as if it were their first date and he was a foolish school kid, he didn't know.&nbsp; Sith, he'd never even been a schoolkid in the first place.&nbsp; Though, it would technically be their first date.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>07-04-2006, 00:42:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling, she nodded as she smoothed her fingers gently through his hair.<br><br>"Then I would be delighted to attend with you. I'm certain there must be some opening..." She suddenly smiled a bit more.<br><br>"I can wear my new gown..." She had another one in the same fashion as the one he'd seen earlier, though in another color. It wasn't often Jedi wore anything but robes, but this wasn't Jedi business, was it? Besides, that gown was typical of something one of her kind would wear. If anything, it covered too much...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>07-04-2006, 02:01:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He seemed to relax as her fingers moved through his hair.&nbsp; Torven had been trying to grow it out into a more traditional style for the Jedi.&nbsp; The fact that he'd started mostly bald, with special treatments to keep himself that way, thanks to the arenas, didn't help.<br><br>"I'll call ahead this afternoon.&nbsp; They'll probably save a special pair of seats," he said, a certain confidence in his voice, "A new one?&nbsp; Hmm . . . is it reallyfitting ofr a Jedi to have so many clothes, Isulura?"&nbsp; He grinned, kidding with her.&nbsp; The Old Order probably woud've frowned on such possession, the New Order, though, was learning from the mistakes of the past.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>07-04-2006, 02:04:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rolling her eyes, she laughs softly, shaking her head. <br><br>"I have tried to get you to have more clothes, Torven. I am not rich, but nor am I a pauper. Besides, the things I have are from missions for the most part. As a matter of fact, the new gowns will be used when we go to find those pesky raiders. I think it would look perfect for the job, with the collar I bought to match." Yet another advantage of having a female Twi'lek as your 'sidekick', was that she could penetrate almost anywhere, thanks to the well known fact that Twi'lek were slaves.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>07-04-2006, 03:34:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>Torven grinned, his lips curling up into a full blown smile as she continued.&nbsp; "We?&nbsp; What we?&nbsp; I thought you were taking that one all by yourself," he said.&nbsp; Smuglging one of their own on board a slave ship had been an idea gleaned from one of the founders of the New Order.&nbsp; And it ought to work, given that there'd be backup following, and her partner, he assumed him, would have her 'sabers to return.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>07-04-2006, 03:39:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laughing, she shook her head.<br><br>"Of course... I'll take an entire race of slavers on myself, and do everything at once." Winking, she shook her head again, shoving his chest lightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>07-04-2006, 04:17:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>Grinning, Torven gently shoved her back.&nbsp; "Ah, so you'd planned on making me to all the work . . . again, like on Dralish," the grin grew, since she'd done most of the work on that mission.&nbsp; His contribution had merely been to distract a few guards.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>07-04-2006, 05:05:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh of course, that was terrible of me to make you do all that work, wasn't it?" Grinning suddenly, she launched herself at him, aiming to tackle him either onto the bed or the floor. Either was stuited for wrestling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>07-04-2006, 05:22:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He was taken by surprise and toppled over.&nbsp; Since he was on the edge of the bed, near the foot, Torven fell toward the floor.&nbsp; Luckily for both of them, he instinctively used the Force to slow their fall.&nbsp; BEcause of that, while he was out of breath and laughing, they drifted gently to the floor, Isulura on top.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>07-04-2006, 05:54:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Landing on his chest as he used the Force to slow them, she rests atop him once he's on the floor. Laughing with him, she grins, eyes sparkling.<br><br>"I win... You're losing your touch in your old age, Torven..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>07-04-2006, 20:52:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>"So you'd like to think," he replied quickly, getting a bit of leverage.&nbsp; A few heartbeats later, Torven shifted his weight.&nbsp; He kept moving until they both completely rolled over, with the Human straddling her hips.&nbsp; "What was that?" he asked, grinning.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>07-04-2006, 21:38:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laughing as they roll, she hits the ground on her back with a faint thud, though her eyes still sparkle.<br><br>"Oh, nothing..." She smiles innocently up at him before bucking and kicking up with those strong legs of hers, wrapping her ankles about his neck to twist and pull the other way. Should it work, they'd end up with him on his back, and one of her knees on either side of his head, looking down at him with a grin. She's been practicing...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>07-04-2006, 22:37:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>The maneuver worked nicely, partially because her instructor didn't bother to even try resisting.&nbsp; He smiled up from between her thigh and winked.&nbsp; "Very nice, Isulura . . ., Torven paused for a moment, realizing that the only moves he could use form this position would likely cause serious harm or even possibly kill her, so, he conceded, "You win . . . this time.&nbsp; ButI intend to have a rematch."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>07-04-2006, 22:49:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then we'll have to set one up. In the training room, perhaps the students might enjoy a demonstration." Smiling still, she raises to her feet, stepping back to straddle his waist, and offers him a hand up. Of course, he could take it and stand, or simply pull her back down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>07-04-2006, 23:49:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He chuckled, "You're on.&nbsp; Tomorrow morning, part of the lesson."&nbsp; Torven accepted her hand, half-tempted to pull her back down.&nbsp; Afterall, he'd had a rather nice view there.&nbsp; The thought of getting her like that again sometime, with considerably less on, ran through his head as he came to his feet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>07-04-2006, 23:55:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Slowly smiling, she pulls him up easily, then pats his arm.<br><br>"I heard that..." She grins, and he'd likely know that she meant she'd seen that thought of his about her in that position, with a lot less clothing on.<br><br>"Liked the view, hm?" She's teasing him, trying to get him to loosen up a bit. She wasn't used to him being so... Careful around her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>08-04-2006, 05:32:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He grinned, "Pretty nice one, but you're always stunning."&nbsp; Torven occasionally forgot about their connection, and how strong it could be.&nbsp; He was so used to it being there that he rarely thought about it.&nbsp; Now, though, he used it to see if he could feel whether she'd liked the idea.&nbsp; As he did so, Torven snagged her, his arm closing around her hips and pulling her close against him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>08-04-2006, 10:09:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laughing softly as she nods lightly, the feeling that she'd like the idea obvious. When he pulls her closer, she smiles, tilting her head lightly as her hands come to rest gently on his chest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>08-04-2006, 17:55:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He chuckled and kissed her for a moment.&nbsp; "I suppose I should let you go," he said, guessing that the usual lunch period was nearly over, "Assuming you're your usual busy self today."&nbsp; Torven seemed more at ease now, though reluctant to let go of her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>09-04-2006, 01:10:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shrugging lightly, she tilted her head to think.<br><br>"I don't have anything for the next hour or so, but then I have lessons. What about you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>09-04-2006, 02:00:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>"Aside from some research, I have nothing all afternoon," he returned, "Unless some student or other ambushes me about private lessons."&nbsp; And there was an opening for a bit of a euphemism, if she wanted to go that route.&nbsp; This didn't occur to Torven, though, at least not yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>09-04-2006, 02:40:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Keeping her head tilted, she chuckled softly, fingers moving lightly along his chest as she kept her eyes on his.<br><br>"Students ambush you often, Torven?" She let her body continue to rest against his, and whil he seemed reluctant to let her go, she didn't seem to have any wish to leave just yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>09-04-2006, 06:12:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>"Often enough," he replid, mostly into her hair.&nbsp; Torven chuckled as the possible innuendo/euphemism popped into his head.&nbsp; Of course, he'd happily let Isulura 'ambush' him . . .in that sense, or any other.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>10-04-2006, 02:09:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmm, I shall have to look into that then, won't I?" Tilting her head faintly, she nuzzled gently along the line of his jaw.<br><br>"Were you hungry at all, Torven...?" Her tone was soft, lips brushing along his skin as she speaks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>10-04-2006, 04:34:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He tilted his head to give her more room to nuzzle.&nbsp; Sighing, Torven accepted each kiss with a loving caress along her spine.&nbsp; "I suppose . . . but I have all afternoon to eat, or not," he said, quietly, moving his hand from her back to once again stroke her lekku, "Don't worry about me eating, love.&nbsp; I'll be fine."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>10-04-2006, 06:02:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling as she hears him call her love, she leans her head back to look to his eyes.<br><br>"I've always worried about you, you know that... Well then... If we're not going to be eating... What shall we do?" She tilted her head lightly into the touch that was so pleasing and soothing on her lekku.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>10-04-2006, 06:36:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He smiled and met her eyes, "Oh, didn't say I wouldn't be eating . . . if you'd like something, I'll call down to the kitchens."&nbsp; He'd forgotten that they'd postponed lunch, in fact, he sort of thought they'd cancelled, but maybe not.&nbsp; Or that could have just been a cover for forgetting.&nbsp; As he spoke and thought, Torvne continued absently stroking and caressing her lekku.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>10-04-2006, 06:38:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, I'm really not hungry..." She continued to keep her head tilted into his touch, raising fingers to trail along his jawline once more.<br><br>"I like it just fine right where I am. Unless, of course.... You have something else that you'd prefer to do?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>10-04-2006, 20:54:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>"I'm . . . fine," he whispered, "Unless there's something you'd like . . ."&nbsp; He was being honest, which was easy enough to tell.&nbsp; And it was also obvious that Torven was, at the moment, focusing on her enjoyment and what woul dmake her happy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>11-04-2006, 08:18:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling softly, she shook her head. She was, of course, able to feel everything, well, nearly everything, that he was.<br><br>"No, I'm fine..." While she could feel how he wished to make her happy, he'd feel much the same in return as she leaned up, kissing him once again, though this time she didn't pull away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>11-04-2006, 14:30:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>His eyes matched her smile as their lips met.&nbsp; Torven held her close, his hand slipping under her lekku to cradle Isulura's neck and the base of her head.&nbsp; Keeping her still, he held the kiss for as long as she wanted.&nbsp; His other arm, wrapped about her waist, held her close to him.&nbsp; The sense of their bodies pressed together was one that he didn't want to forget or lose quite so soon.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>11-04-2006, 20:35:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She didn't seem eager to move away any time soon either, wrapping her arms about his shoulders once more. Feeling him craddle her to him, she smiles softly into the kiss, brushing his mind gently with love and contentment as she stays so close.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>11-04-2006, 21:56:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He returned the feeling, leaving his lips pressed softly against her's and breathing quietly.&nbsp; torven's hand slipped from her neck to caress her back.&nbsp; Gently, he stroked his fingers along her spine, enjoyinght efeel of her firm skin beneath his fingertips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>11-04-2006, 22:03:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was in even better shape than when he'd first met her, keeping herself that way with the constant training and missions they worked. For now, however, all of the things outside of the room, outside of them both, were forgotten as she sighed softly into the kiss, relaxing against him as she felt his fingers move along her soft flesh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 03:58:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>As his fingers moved over her back, Torven smiled.&nbsp; He gently broke the kiss and asked, "Your muscles seem a bit stiff . . . tight, tense . . . would you like a backrub?"&nbsp; Always best to take care of the muscles, didn't want to pull anything accidentally.&nbsp; One of the good parts of hsi early life's training.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 08:21:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tilting her head faintly at his question, she nods, smiling. <br><br>"I'd like that. Do you still have those oils I gave you?" Stepping back from him, she turns her back, unlacing the front of her top. Shrugging out of it, she set the leather piece of clothing aside, now completely topless, though with her back to him, and moved to rest on her stomach on the bed, pulling her lekku out of his way as a human woman might move her hair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>13-04-2006, 20:36:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<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.&nbsp; He found one of the, as yet, unopened bottles she'd gotten him months ago, glanced at it, and shrugged.&nbsp; Good enough.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Smiling, Torven worked the liquid into her skin, starting up with her shoulders.&nbsp; He moved his hands in circular patterns.&nbsp; Sometime she kneaded, othertimes gently rubbing.&nbsp; Silently, he worked his way slowly over her muscles, moving downward every few minutes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>15-04-2006, 02:02:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Groaning lightly as she felt him start to rub her muscled back, she relaxed under his touch.<br><br>"You're quite good at this..." She offers, eyes shut, though her head is turned towards him as it rests atop her folded arms.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>15-04-2006, 07:32:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>"I should be, after years of practice off and on," Torven whispered back, keeping his voice low and soothing.&nbsp; First he'd done it with fellow gladiators, then his students.&nbsp; Usually in locker rooms or holding pens, though.&nbsp; Neevr in private.&nbsp; Better to keep everyone limber and relaxed after a hard workout or bout.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>15-04-2006, 16:08:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Barely nodding, she lets herself relax as she enjoys his touch. Sighing once again, he could feel her relaxing under his touch, her eyes finally opening to simply watch him. Again, he'd feel that flow of love from her, along with contentment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>15-04-2006, 17:07:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>Slowly, Torven worked his way downward, along her bare back.&nbsp; He kept up the soothing circular motion, eventually slipping his fingers beneath the waist of her pants to get her lower back.&nbsp; Then he began working his way back up using the ball of his hands.&nbsp; The whole while, the Jedi simply remained in contact with her, loving the feel of her firm physique under his hands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>15-04-2006, 17:17:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling softly as she watched him, she shifted faintly, letting her pants move further down along on her hips so that he can reach her lower back. When he moves his hands back up, her pants remain low on those well curved hips of hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>16-04-2006, 01:08:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>Once again, Torven marvelled at how limber and flexible she was.&nbsp; To be lying face down and still watching that closely, he knew he'd be getting a seriously sore neck.&nbsp; Of course, he mused, as his hands moved back to her shoulders, he'd not been trained as a dancer.&nbsp; Smiling down, Torven dribbled a little more oil on her back.&nbsp; This time, he just worked it into her skin with the palms of his hands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>16-04-2006, 04:33:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Letting her head rest once more on her arms, she sighed gently.<br><br>"Perhaps you would care for a massage once you've finished?" She shifted lightly, bits of the oil dripping down along her sides slowly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>16-04-2006, 05:36:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He spent a few more minutes working the oil into Isulura's skin, catching the sliding trickles before they reached the sheets.&nbsp; "I think I'd like that," Torven replied quietly, "If you've got the time . . . it's been a while since I last had a massage."&nbsp; HIs hands moved over her back, still working in the last remnants, thogh he'd be done shortly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>16-04-2006, 14:19:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				NOdding, she waits for him to finish before sitting up. Her side is slightly to him, though the swell of her full, bare breasts can be seen easily as she shifts, preparing to stand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 06:10:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>Once he'd finished, Torven wiped his hands on a nearby rag.&nbsp; He got the oil mostly off before Isulura started to rise.&nbsp; By then, he'd started undoing the catched on his flightsuit, getting them to his waist.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 08:02:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Slipping the shirt back on, she laces it loosely, then moves to allow him to rest where she had been upon the bed. Brushing her lekku behind her shoulders, she smiles, unable to keep her fingertips from brushing his jawline tenderly when she moves past him, now standing at his side.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 22:12:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He smiled, met the touch and her eyes.&nbsp; Torven lingered for a few moments, then moved to lie face down, his mid-length hair impossible to brush to one side or the other.&nbsp; Probably the most annoying thing about it, for him.&nbsp; He turned his head to watch her out of the corner of his eye.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>18-04-2006, 07:47:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chuckling softly as he seems to be having trouble with his hair, she tugs one of the leather thongs from where she'd used it to hold her lekku back, and gently pulls his hair up and away from his face, securing it easily. Odd for someone without hair to be good at something like that. Once she'd finished with that, she takes up the oils, drizzling them along his back slowly. The sensation added something to the massage, she'd always been taught. But instead of kneeling at the side of the bed, as he had, she moves to straddle his buttocks and upper thighs, leaning forward to slowly start working her hands over his back. She was quite good as well, though it was understandable, as she had been trained to please in several ways.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>18-04-2006, 14:54:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(OOC: Not quite long enough to tie back yet.&nbsp; :))<br><br><strong>Torven</strong><br><br>Torven smiled at Isulura's attemtp to manage his hair.&nbsp; "Don't worry about it . . . in another couple months, maybe it'll be long enough for that to work," he said, every morning, he tried pulling it back.&nbsp; It was still too short.&nbsp; His back arched into the bed slightly as she dripped oil onto his back.&nbsp; He chuckled lightly, "Sorry . . . it's jsut cold."&nbsp; A moment later, he'd recoered and lay still with his head pillowed on his arms.&nbsp; Torven's eyes went half-lidded as she straddled him and began working at his tired muscles.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 12:57:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quite skilled at the massage, she takes her time, eyes on her hands as they work along his tense, muscled back. Her eyes occasionally moved to his face, watching him and his reactions to the touches. Pain was good during a massage, but only to a certain extent.<br><br>"Soon enough I think it will be, Torven. I rather like it longer...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 20:55:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>As was usual, Torven remained silent during the massage.&nbsp; He wasn't an incredibly wordy man, though.&nbsp; However, his face relaxed considerably.&nbsp; She could see his jaw go slack, his lips fall into a restful position, and his other facial muscles release their taut hold.&nbsp; "Figured I may as well go a little native now," he replied quietly, referring to many of the Jedi who wore their hair long.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 21:57:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nodding, she smiled affectionately as she listened to him. While he couldn't see the smile, he'd be able to feel it easily through their connection.<br><br>"It does seem to be a growing hair style, doesn't it?" She knew little about actually doing hair, as her Master that had kept her had none, nor did she. Perhaps that was one of the reasons she enjoyed it so.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>20-04-2006, 06:08:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>"I guess . . . it was popular in the Old Order," he replied, quietly, "Or so I'm guessing from the holocrons."&nbsp; He too had been bald at first.&nbsp; Hair, in the arena, was an advantage to one's opponent, something to grab hold of.&nbsp; It had taken him years to understand that that didn't matter to a Jedi.&nbsp; Moreover, having long hair was no weakness in the Order.&nbsp; With their skills, it didn't matter.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>20-04-2006, 06:59:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nodding again, she lets her fingers move all the way down along his spine, down over his pelvic bone and starting to work his lower back.<br><br>"I would gather that as well. But as I said, I rather like your hair long..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>21-04-2006, 22:12:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>"Mmm . . . who am I to argue with that," he sighed as she moved to his lower back.&nbsp; That was always where he got the worst sore muscles.&nbsp; Ever since that bout with the Gran a couple years before the Jedi'd found him.&nbsp; A hefty club to the small of the back wasn't exactly the best place to let oneself get hit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>22-04-2006, 08:12:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nodding, she tilted her head as she continued, concentrating on the muscles of his lower back now, easily able to feel that the muscles there are screaming for attention. With him, it was even easier to give a rather enjoyable massage, as thanks to their bond, she can feel where he needs her touch, feel where the muscles cry out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>22-04-2006, 20:35:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>For the time being, Torven lay silent, save for the occasional small noise of encouragement.&nbsp; He steadily relaxed beneath her expert hand, idly telling himsel that Isulura was easily better at this than he was.&nbsp; And, why shouldn't she be?&nbsp; He'd learned through necessity, and practiced on knotty people or various species who'd just been working out or fighting.&nbsp; The end goal was to keep people from being injured.&nbsp; Her's had been to please people.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>23-04-2006, 11:13:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She continues to massage and work those tense muscles of his, tilting her head to lean down and whisper gently against his ear, soft lips brushing lightly.<br><br>"Does it still pain you from the injury...?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>23-04-2006, 21:44:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>Since she was down lower, Torven shrugged, "A little.&nbsp; Back injuries never really heal completely."&nbsp; He kept his voice low, matching her tone.&nbsp; And he sent Isulura a mental kiss.&nbsp; "Most days it's not bad . . . exercise and stretching helps."&nbsp; When he'd first been learning the various lightsaber stances, he'd been mildly amazed that the dull ache vanished almost completely.&nbsp; His other combat training hadn't been as focusedon posture as this form.&nbsp; It really made a difference.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>23-04-2006, 21:57:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nodding softly, she smiled at the mental kiss, and brushed a gentle kiss to his cheek. Once she'd finished, she slipped off of him to lay at his side, resting on her side to watch him, trailing fingers lightly along his back.<br><br>"I'm glad that you can find things to ease the pain... You will, of course, let me know when you're in need of a massage?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>25-04-2006, 05:01:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He luxuriated beneath the unaccustomed attention.&nbsp; Once Isulura lay beside him, Torven rolled to his side and smiled.&nbsp; "Of course," he glanced over her shoulder, almost accidentally, "Hmm . . . I hate to break the mood, but check out the time."&nbsp; If he was right, she probably had somewhere to be.&nbsp; And he ought to . . . well, he wasn't sure what he ought to be doing just yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>25-04-2006, 06:29:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Groaning lightly as she rememebered the time, she nodded and sat up. Moving gracefully off the bed, she started relacing her top, making it tighter.<br><br>"Goodness, you're right. I have to be off.. I'll see you for dinner?" Leaning to brush a quick kiss to his lips, she smiles, touching his cheek, then turns to hurry towards the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>27-04-2006, 19:53:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>Torven zipped up his own flightsuit and smiled, "Sure thing.&nbsp; Main hall at seven?"&nbsp; Seemed like a good time, and an easy to find place.&nbsp; One or both of them would probably already be there.&nbsp; He followed her toward the door, heading out on her heels.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>27-04-2006, 19:56:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nodding, she smiles as she makes final adjustments to her clothes before heading out to meet one of her students she knew was returning from a leave.<br><br>"Sounds great." She pauses, turning to brush a kiss to his lips, smiling.<br><br>"I could get used to doing that." Grinning at him, she turns and disappears out the door.<br><br>Exit: Great Hall
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Torven's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>27-04-2006, 22:48:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>"See you then," he replied, ready to head upstairs.&nbsp; However, he met her kiss and smile.&nbsp; "So could I."&nbsp; As she disappeared, Torven turned to head to a lift on his way to the library.&nbsp; There were a few sticking points he was working out in a bit of training research he'd been trying.<br><br>-&gt; Library
			</dd>
		</dl>
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