PetiteAmbivert

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Why she allowed him to touch her let along hold her was beyond her but she enjoyed it and thus didnt care. As she laid with her and wrapped his arms around her she let out a throaty whine noise-one of contentment.

She snickered against him, "We are already partners Joran." Her nail grazing the skin on the back of his neck now, "Snoke told me my mission was to train you until I see fit. When youre a full Force Master then we can put in that request." Perhaps a bit formal in speaking but she did want to go on more missions with him.

She relaxed as he asked her of The Force, "The Force manifests itself inside of midiclorian-something that is inside of everything. There are some who are able to control the midiclorian in high amounts. Those are the Force Users. The Jedi, the Sith, The Gray Ones-they are only a few lables for those who can perform such tasks like moving heavy objects or mind tricks. There are some with control over other aspects of The Force like you or me." She pulled him a little tighter to her at the thought of that vision again. She paused another moment as that Orange saber flashed in her mind. "In short, yes. The Force is all around us."

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Her eyes went round as he straddled her, her arms clamping down infront of her. "I'm not ticklish! I don't know what you're talking about!" It was a poor cover for her as he moved in on her. She held her breath trying not to laugh but the sensation of his hands nimbly running over her ribs and sides made her break.

She shrieked with laughter, closing her eyes and openly laughing at his touch. She tried to wiggle out from him but oddly enough she was really enjoying it. She liked laughing she would later realize. "J-joran!" She tried between giggle fits. "Come on Jor you gotta-ah!" She couldn't even finish a sentence as he continued his attack on her. Laughter tears were starting to leak out from her eyes as she put her hands on his chest to push him away.

Suddenly, there was a furious knocking at the door. Solaras' hand slapped over her mouth as the muffled giggling subsided. The knocking came again, "Excuse me, is everything alright in there? We could hear screams from in there..." It was clear the person on the other side of the door took Solaras' laughing shrieks as sounds of another kind. "Y-yeah! We're fine! Sorry about that!" She exclaimed trying to cover her laughter while still not moving from the bed. "Alright...sorry to bother you." The person retreated from the door.

She bit back a laugh as she glanced at Joran before letting out peels of laughter.

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She tried to focus her mind upon the holpad only to feel him snake around her and pull her close. Her mind flatlined as his face not only caused a tickling sensation up her neck but feeling his lips upon her cheek sent the blood to her face. She'd never had someone do that. Sure her mother did but that was many MANY years ago. Why. What.

When she regained some form of mental control it was only taken over by trying very hard not to laugh as his breath tickled a particular spot on her neck. Biting her lip wasn't working and so a few giggles escaped her as she tried to wiggle away from it. It wasn't a bad sensation but it was also one that kept the blush on her cheeks and the actual laughter to come up from inside of her.

She some how managed to lean back enough to get his face away from her neck and her blushing face to look at him. "I've always got your back...just one thing." She giggled again. "Please stop with the tickling." She broke into laughter at the lingering sensation on her neck remaining on her senses.

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A choked gasp escaped her lips as reality came crashing back to her. Her eyes had been dialated so large the iris looked almost entirely black; it only lasted a few moments until her breath came back to her. She hadn't had a vision like that in her life. Usually it was only short burst of images or a few seconds of actions. She could never usually hear voices or have such a clear focus. The rushing noise in her ears and her inability to breath stopped as she snapped back. "What? Oh, yes, you're fine Joran. Don't apologize. You did nothing wrong." She saw a flash of him pale and thin.

"Me, psh, no. I'm not worried. You're tough you can handle my regiment." It was clear the smile on her face was forced as she pulled away from him and towards the table where a water pitcher and glasses rested. "Do you want some water? I know I do." She tried to swallow down the nonexistent saliva in her mouth as his scream echo'd in her head. She poured a glass only for the pitcher to shake in her far less than steady hands.

"We can start your training another day alright?" Her back was to him as she put the now full glass to her lips-drinking it down like she was just in a desert. When she put the glass down she kept her back to him while leaning on the table with her head hanging. Her heart was beating a million miles a minute and she knew she needed to get it under control.

"Come on Joran I think a bit of rest is in order yeah?" She turned back to him with her shaking hands behind her back. "How about we order some room service? I think we both deserve to splurge a bit." Solaras was already making her way towards the bed with the room's room service holopad in hand. She skillfully flung her body over his and onto the other side of the bed where she bounced before resting on her back with the holopad held out straight above them. "I think some booze in in order."

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A smile spread across her lips, unknown to even her. "Which world do you want to stop spinning then?" The flirtation was clear in her voice as she continued the movements she was doing before. She took long measured breaths simply watching him in their moment of quiet. He really was wuite the handsome man-scar and all.

Her hands lightly traced the lines of his face in thought before speaking again, "Well...maybe it is like you said before. Things happen for a reason. If I wasn't here you might not have been in this exact room or could have been in the bathroom or hitting on the cute girl behind the counter downstairs. You can't wonder about possibilities like that-it'll drive you insane." She could speak from experience.

She resisted the urge to pull him back down onto her lap when he sat up, "I wil be perfectly honest with you. I don't know." The words hung there for a moment before she continued, "Each person is different. I've seen Sith master abilities in a few short weeks or some it takes months and others years. I do agree that you should not use that power again until I can help you at least master the basics of The Force." She looked down at her own fingertips and remembered how many times she'd seen them blackened and burnt and blistered and er finger prints melted off.

Solaras moved to a standing position before both of her hands pushed down on his shoulders-forcing him towards the bed. "Laydown and stay down Joran. You and I are stuck here for at least another day, I can answer as many questions as possible in that time but right now you need to rest. Please don't make me force you to rest." She sternly said with her hands on her hips and a slight frown. Something inside of her chest hurt at how much paler he was right in this moment. "Please..." She quietly asked as her shoulders slumped and gave him a sad look.

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Solaras actually snorted in response, "I kill people for a living Joran. I don't think that's very kind." She stayed very still as he adjusted himself onto her lap, rolling her eyes at his comment. "It's all muscle dear, all muscle." She flexed her thigh muscles in response only to find herself folding the second damp towel in half before gently laying it across his closed eyes. "That should help." She queitly stated as one hand rested gently on his neck- her thumb rubbing back and forth against his jawline and the other at the top of his head gently massaging his scalp again.

She bit the inside of her cheek as his information filled her mind. Brestol Hux was the man who came up with the idea for the current rebuilding of Storm Troopers- he was the reason they were on so many missions in the first place. She cupped his face as he coughed, "Shhh shshsh." She shushed him quickly. "We can speak more later alright? You need to rest or you're going to need thick glasses and a cane to move again." All of this information was being filed away in her mind for a later time. All she really cared about right now was the fact that Joran was hurt in her lap and the sound of blasters has finally stopped.

It was odd that they were able to keep such quiet intimate moments together with so much going on just outside these walls. "You know this means you're really going to have to let me train you right? I can't let you fall into my arms every time you use your powers. As much as I enjoy having moments like this I don't think it would be very practical in the field. Especially, if I'm in another evening gown."

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The frown wanted to stay on her face but disappeared into a sigh as she finally spoke. "I'm a bit angry right now, my apologizes." She quietly responded as she sat down carefully next to him. She rolled her eyes as she dabbed away a bit more of the blood. "I wouldn't want to be a sexy nurse anyways, I don't want you having another nose bleed." She teased back.

With the damp cloth she patted his forehead and neck, "Are your senses coming back? Has this happened to you before?" She was trying not to push too many questions on him but if she was correct she just witnessed Force induced Astral Projection...or at least some beginning form of it. Something rang in the back of her mind as she pushed his hair out of the way, "What did you say about Hux earlier? They know?" She was praying she'd misheard him but something told her they would be going on mission very quickly if she'd heard him correctly.

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"Shit!" Exclaimed Solaras as he slumped forward. He was a bit heavier than expected so she did fall back a bit. "Don't speak Joran. I just want you to be still and breath okay?" She was very clearly worried by his current state. She moved to adjust herself under him so that she could raise him and put him on the bed. She had him slumped over her when she felt her throat close up as a series of images entered into her mind.

"Close your eyes!" She exclaimed as she used all of her might to pull them away from the window. They'd gotten clear across the room in a few strides before a massive explosion rocked the whole building and shattered their window. "Stay there!" Solaras exclaimed as she, a bit roughtly, lowered his body to the ground with his back to the wall still facing the window. She grasped the single sided saber in one hand and one of Joran's blasters with the other as she nimbly avoided glass and debris.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" She exclaimed as she witnessed the sight before her. Dozens of Storm Troopers were marching down the street and entering into the smoking building that was across from them. "Why are the Troopers here?!" She hissed as the blaster and saber were set down, her fingers poking and prodding the holoscreen before her trying to get a look at what the Force was going on!

It was just then that their communication device chirped to life-a hologram message from one of the Storm Trooper Captains. "Joran Jace and Kylo Sol, your mission has changed. New information has informed us of the Resistance meeting with high target personnel. Supreme Leader has ordered us to exterminate them. Your orders are to now stay grounded until otherwise told. We will send word for you as soon as possible." The message ended and a series of colorful and creative words came from Solaras' mouth. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" She exclaimed.

In her anger she ignored the sounds going on outside, it's not their mission anymore, and moved back to Joran. She slipped into the bathroom only to return with one dry and one damp towel. "How are you?" She flatly asked as she tried to push down her anger- hand gently wiping away the blood falling from his nose.

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A small gasp escaped her as Joran's hands applied less than kind pressure upon her shoulders, it was the sensation crawling up her spine that kept her from pushing him off. The sensation of The Force swelling around them- around him. She placed the device down with as little movement as she could manage as she turned her focus on him. Their devices were recording enough for her to not pay any attention out the window.

She was out of the chair and on her knees in a flash. Her sharp eyes watched his body tensing and straining under itself- it was clear he was using one of his powers but she couldn't quite figure out what it was that was doing this to him. Her hand slipped into his, squeezing as she brought focus to her own mind. She released his hand and gently placed her own hands on the side of his face. She understood immediately what was happening to him.

"Joran listen to me, alright?" She quietly said as she too closed her eyes. "Don't speak just listen... what's happening to you is something of a Force ability. It's a very hard very taxing ability so I need you to breath. Slow breaths through your nose and out of your mouth if you can manage it alright? I don't know how long this will last but I need you to keep focused alright? Just keep your eyes shut and listen. This will pass." Her hands moved from his face down to his hands once more where she held them tight-like an anchor of sorts. "Keep with me right?" She quietly said as she sat down cross legged before him.

"If you can slowly start pushing everything away. Push away the sound of the people on the street. Push away the sun light, push away my hand in yours. Focus on yourself. Feel the Force working with you-not against you. Let the energies flow through you." She tried to help him focus but she'd never come into contact with this Force ability before- it was exceptionally rare from what she'd read in books.

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The longer and longer that the pair were cooped up in the damn room the more and more Solaras wished something would happen. Literally anything could happen and she'd be fine with it. It was a bit easier to bare with someone else with her due to the fact that Sol utterly hated prolonged silence and his mouth never stopped-she was thankful for that aspect about him for once. That and he did pay attention to things about her that made her feel a bit odd inside but nothing bad...happy almost.

She'd straddled the seat as instructed, this time she wore a simple black tank top with lose black pants that tightened around her ankle. She pulled her hair into an updo on the top of her head as his hands went to work. Her arms crossed over the back of the chair with her head resting on them as she watched outside of the window, groaning as he increased his pressure over certain parts of her shoulders.

"Joran..." she carefully said as she remained entreily still, "...what is on your hands?"

She didn't have a moment to hear as her head perked up, her focus now on par with her standard. Her right hand reached around to come into contact with his thigh, hitting it to get his focus. "Looks like we have company Joran." She pressed further into the chair as her other hand extended, a facial recognition device flying into it. She tapped the screen as the faces of several peoples entering into the building began to appear on the left hand side of screen as the device searched through all known First Order data banks. A smirk appeared on her face as she glanced behind her to Joran.

"At least we are going to be able to go back with some kind of action under our belts." She mused as she faced forward again. So far there were 3 known members who entered inside and the number was slowly growing as being tried to subtly slip into the doors.