<img style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/FXQBglf.png" style="avatar]In the shock of awaking abruptly, perhaps Rhailo hadn't been as watchful over the Mandalorian as she could have been. His rising in defensive stance was partially noticed on the peripherals of a frightened consciousness, but it didn't entirely register what had happened until the calm returned, and her cheeks reddened quickly. With another quiver of her lips, the Auroun looked away from him so not to make a big deal of his reaction, as she hardly had any place to do so. At least, not when they stood on such shaky ground. "I-I'm sorry, I just.." But as quickly as he had risen, he was returning to the bed, his knife placed on the bedside nightstand where it gleamed under the lights behind her gaze. The weapon didn't necessarily scare her, but what the male could do with it did, and that lingered loosely in the back of her mind for a period.
It didn't occur to her the message was never finished, but there was no real need to get into detail. Especially when Demagol had returned to rest on the mattress, though with the addition of a motion made to grab for her. The woman audibly squeaked as a strong arm wrapped around her, and with it, she was brought to rest with her still bare body spooned by his. The warmth was almost too sensual, and instinctively, her figure squirmed against Demagol. It wasn't at all unpleasant to be so close to him, despite everything. Despite the embarrassment tinting her cheeks, or the widening of her oculars where they were forced to stare out towards the windows once more. No, it was welcomed, even if it meant suffering a bout of confusion in it's wake. Inhaling through her nose, she breathed in his scent, and melted into the hold. Eased while her exposed curves were met with the hard tone of the male's physique.
This was new. This.. Was not frightening.
Silver strands strayed from their collective to fall over her visage, a veil of moonlight obscuring pale flesh. The Auroun didn't think herself more attractive than any other Auroun she had met, but theirs was a race where physical perfection was sought after. There were no ugly Auroun. Only sky clad individuals who seemed to resemble distant stars; beacons in the darkness due to their ghostly glow. Modifications to their genetic makeup wasn't uncommon at one point or another to attune selectively bred psionic capabilities, but such alterations also extended to outward appearance. Vanity at it's finest. So where she lay against his partially clothed front, it was a new experience for both, in some sense. Rhailo wasn't just another naked woman to share the sheets with Demagol, and she had never been so close to a hunter in her life. Not that she would know this, or even appreciate it had she known. No, she was much happier contemplating how it had gone from such a terrible nightmare to suddenly being comforted by the person she least expected comfort from.
Her head bowed slightly to smell his arm again. Possibly a weird thing to do, but at the end of the day, Rhailo was a bit odd and there was no avoiding it. Attention lingered over the bicep before it drifted the course of his skin, looking. For scars, for tattoos, for veins. Memorizing what had been offered her way as an olive branch. Rhailo wouldn't forget what he was doing, even if he didn't give it much thought of his own, as it secured that distant hope she had harbored. Demagol wasn't a monster-- Just.. Something. Something she needed to learn more about. Even beasts could be tamed. As the two were covered beneath the layers of linens, her arms were brought to wedge beneath the pillows to boost them in some sense, and the Auroun laid against the fabric with her pigmentless locks a mess curled around her shoulders.
"I didn't mean to wake you," Rhailo began carefully, fearful she might chase him away if she wasn't concise with her thought process, "So please don't be angry with me. It happens sometimes. It's not a big deal... I just had a long day." In that second, the woman would have given anything not to wear that roseate flush, as it did nothing but solidify how ashamed she felt. When she was alone, it was a private shame that no other soul needed to witness. Now though, captured in the Mandalorian's embrace, Rhailo was once more vulnerable. Be it the lack of clothing, or the fact she had caused him to worry, it didn't matter. Everything about it seemed to wear against her pride like a sandpaper. Eventually, the woman would have to do something right. She couldn't always be seen as a massive mistake in his eyes, if only to save herself from self criticism.
"You don't have to hold me if you don't want to.. I mean, it's fine if you'd rather lay on your back." While the words were meant to reassure Demagol, they sounded resistant. She didn't want him to let her go. "I'll just go back to sleep, and you know, be quiet again. I don't want to keep you up. I really didn't mean to wake you up, or anything..." Rhailo closed her eyes, a frown stealing over her features. "I'm sorry. Just my nerves.." Absently beneath the covers, her legs sought to rest tangled with his, finding a way to nestle between in the space available so he was even closer now. As close as he could be, that's what Rhailo wanted, and those small maneuvers she made in between thoughts gave her away. Was she trying to hide that much from him? Whatever it was she felt concerning the male was still a mystery, perhaps even to herself, but with every subtle grind and brush of limbs, it spoke volumes of her appreciation.
"I think, if we had met under different circumstances, you'd like me more." Followed by a quiet laugh, Rhailo sighed inwardly. "You know, even though I'm just a petty criminal.. I'm really not that bad. Really."
It didn't occur to her the message was never finished, but there was no real need to get into detail. Especially when Demagol had returned to rest on the mattress, though with the addition of a motion made to grab for her. The woman audibly squeaked as a strong arm wrapped around her, and with it, she was brought to rest with her still bare body spooned by his. The warmth was almost too sensual, and instinctively, her figure squirmed against Demagol. It wasn't at all unpleasant to be so close to him, despite everything. Despite the embarrassment tinting her cheeks, or the widening of her oculars where they were forced to stare out towards the windows once more. No, it was welcomed, even if it meant suffering a bout of confusion in it's wake. Inhaling through her nose, she breathed in his scent, and melted into the hold. Eased while her exposed curves were met with the hard tone of the male's physique.
This was new. This.. Was not frightening.
Silver strands strayed from their collective to fall over her visage, a veil of moonlight obscuring pale flesh. The Auroun didn't think herself more attractive than any other Auroun she had met, but theirs was a race where physical perfection was sought after. There were no ugly Auroun. Only sky clad individuals who seemed to resemble distant stars; beacons in the darkness due to their ghostly glow. Modifications to their genetic makeup wasn't uncommon at one point or another to attune selectively bred psionic capabilities, but such alterations also extended to outward appearance. Vanity at it's finest. So where she lay against his partially clothed front, it was a new experience for both, in some sense. Rhailo wasn't just another naked woman to share the sheets with Demagol, and she had never been so close to a hunter in her life. Not that she would know this, or even appreciate it had she known. No, she was much happier contemplating how it had gone from such a terrible nightmare to suddenly being comforted by the person she least expected comfort from.
Her head bowed slightly to smell his arm again. Possibly a weird thing to do, but at the end of the day, Rhailo was a bit odd and there was no avoiding it. Attention lingered over the bicep before it drifted the course of his skin, looking. For scars, for tattoos, for veins. Memorizing what had been offered her way as an olive branch. Rhailo wouldn't forget what he was doing, even if he didn't give it much thought of his own, as it secured that distant hope she had harbored. Demagol wasn't a monster-- Just.. Something. Something she needed to learn more about. Even beasts could be tamed. As the two were covered beneath the layers of linens, her arms were brought to wedge beneath the pillows to boost them in some sense, and the Auroun laid against the fabric with her pigmentless locks a mess curled around her shoulders.
"I didn't mean to wake you," Rhailo began carefully, fearful she might chase him away if she wasn't concise with her thought process, "So please don't be angry with me. It happens sometimes. It's not a big deal... I just had a long day." In that second, the woman would have given anything not to wear that roseate flush, as it did nothing but solidify how ashamed she felt. When she was alone, it was a private shame that no other soul needed to witness. Now though, captured in the Mandalorian's embrace, Rhailo was once more vulnerable. Be it the lack of clothing, or the fact she had caused him to worry, it didn't matter. Everything about it seemed to wear against her pride like a sandpaper. Eventually, the woman would have to do something right. She couldn't always be seen as a massive mistake in his eyes, if only to save herself from self criticism.
"You don't have to hold me if you don't want to.. I mean, it's fine if you'd rather lay on your back." While the words were meant to reassure Demagol, they sounded resistant. She didn't want him to let her go. "I'll just go back to sleep, and you know, be quiet again. I don't want to keep you up. I really didn't mean to wake you up, or anything..." Rhailo closed her eyes, a frown stealing over her features. "I'm sorry. Just my nerves.." Absently beneath the covers, her legs sought to rest tangled with his, finding a way to nestle between in the space available so he was even closer now. As close as he could be, that's what Rhailo wanted, and those small maneuvers she made in between thoughts gave her away. Was she trying to hide that much from him? Whatever it was she felt concerning the male was still a mystery, perhaps even to herself, but with every subtle grind and brush of limbs, it spoke volumes of her appreciation.
"I think, if we had met under different circumstances, you'd like me more." Followed by a quiet laugh, Rhailo sighed inwardly. "You know, even though I'm just a petty criminal.. I'm really not that bad. Really."
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