[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/FXQBglf.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]Always felt like deja vu struck in the most inopportune times for Rhailo, and this occasion proved no different as wide translucent orbs stared vacantly at Demagol's body bouncing off the interior wall of the ship. The incident certainly didn't look comfortable, and with a noticeable wince, her vision followed his course until he had managed to fall onto his knee nearby. A hand was cast towards her companion, the arm attached shivering under residual shock of their dimension jump. "Dema.." Voice a ragged whisper, the Auroun tried to clear her throat, but felt it tighten in response; a natural means to cease the action before it did more harm than good. Alas, his Kal would be returned to it's proper segment of armor, leaving her hands awkwardly lacking in graspable materials until strong arms sought to lift that battered frame from the grid work cargo port.
Never once did Rhailo dare take her eyes off Demagol through this encounter, as there was a sense of awe blossoming somewhere behind that quizzical stare, and it wouldn't allow such insults. To see him then, as tired and adrenaline charged as he was, it was almost akin to her youth among her own kind. How beautiful they were, embodying that ethereal mist they all placed claim over-- something she tried to deny herself the pleasure of. In the umbra, she was completed, but one would be considered wise to remain cautious of such dangerous refuge. The stakes were stacked against her from moment one, and with every second she set foot outside their current dimension, the path towards dissipation was fast approaching. Auroun were not meant for this world, or any world within this cosmos. Theirs was elsewhere, and they all knew this. Rhailo included.
In this vein of thought, she did her best to tread lightly on unstable footing... Perhaps to prolong her stay in this dimension. Even so, the sands of the hourglass slipped through uninhibited.
Heavy steps guided them through the ship, Demagol's directions to the AI made clear as their presence on Nar Shaddaa faded to nothing more than a bitter memory for the denizens. So this was life away from the Hell she had inhabited for so long? How strange and how wild. To think, two days previously, the woman had been conning a Nornimer fellow into investing 12 thousand credits on a false business venture involving embezzled Ta'Taul silks. Faint amusement snuck over angelic features, giving her a slightly dazed appearance when she was finally settled onto the bed in his room. Every muscles in her physique was screaming, straining to reconnect with the coil of the mortal realm they both resided in, even if they were parting from the closest planet, and would likely have several hours ahead of them before another was within range.
To connect and disconnect, and then reconnect to reality-- That was the task at hand.
Everything felt heavier. Her arms, in their willowy way, had become leaden and hard to move. Every motion made was slow, methodical, intended to go just as she planned at a snail's pace. Laying flat on her back with her head tilted towards the male, his changing was monitored with immediate curiosity, as she had never actually seen him react in this way. A hotel room wasn't much to judge someone's interactions off of, so when he undressed, there was great attention to the details of Demagol's routine. Her way involved learning through observation, and when that was unavailable to her, trial and error also proved effective. Subconsciously, the Auroun's back curved against the mattress while fatigued appendages stretched in attempts of easing their discomfort.
"I'll be okay. I just need a few moments.." Rhailo seemed sure this was the case, though it wouldn't have been out of character for the woman to simply pass out after such an excursion. It wasn't like she couldn't traverse the Umbra on her own without such difficulties. No, it was the extra cargo-- The man and his suit. That was what taxed her to such an extent, making that vivacious beauty wilt like an unattended house plant. Yet in this state, her vibrancy remained intact; skin and eyes unfaltering in production of their otherworldly glow. It may even have been brighter on the spacecraft as there was no natural light to suppress the radiance. Rhailo couldn't tell, just as many individuals never noticed their own scent. It just was a part of her packaging, without thought put towards it's functions.
"I expected your ship to be bigger." The Auroun commented softly, the corners of her lips curling into a playful smile that existed just long enough to be noticed, though her palms soon removed themselves from behind her head, and stifled the gesture. Face buried in her hands, Rhailo groaned audibly, sights finally stolen from the Mandalorian's toned figure as though she could inadvertently keep her mind from seeking reasons he should be forceful with her. Staring at him while he was nude didn't help that hunger looming in the back of her thoughts, and though she could make excuses for her affections, it seemed to rude to treat her company like a piece of meet. Whether he owned her or not, Rhailo considered herself respectful in some regards, and did her best to avoid becoming too obsessive. At least for now.
The bed rocked when he joined her in it, and with a small gasp of surprise, the creature was swept back into that possessive embrace she had become familiar with. Held to Demagol's chest where they lay on their sides, Rhailo was half aware of the commands he made for the AI's benefit, though her consciousness was all too eager to exaggerate the sensuality of their two bodies pressed so close together. Simply swallowing, hands were lowered to rest lightly over his forearms, stationary. "Wait, did you..?" But the rest was left unsaid, as she knew exactly what the male called her. The heat to her cheeks was enough to ensure Rhailo that she was blushing, though perhaps Demagol wouldn't be able to see, given the angles. Settling her profile into the pillows, her lids flickered lazily as the usual light show commenced on the far wall, drawing spectral shapes against bare shadowing.
"I didn't really do anything." Admitting this wasn't modesty. It was fact. In the grand scheme of things, Rhailo couldn't fathom how much effort Demagol had put forth to afford them safety, but all credit was due to him; this wasn't negotiable. Still, she didn't mind his words, as they seemed to give her something to hold onto besides his physical presence. All the hope that had been harbored had seemed distant on Nar Shaddaa-- a dream she wanted to make reality... But if the hunter saw worth in her company, was it so far fetched to believe those dreams a possibility? Questions always seemed to sprout up when she was bed ridden, though in this case, they weren't random tangents brought upon by a drug induced stupor. Idly, her hips wiggled where they were pressed against Demagol's groin like a reminder of their previous escapades.
Sometimes, she couldn't control herself. "I s'pose this is the part where you put me in hand cuffs and lock me in those cages, right? I don't know what being someone's property means.."
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