Altair certainly didn’t expect this turn of events when he invited her out, especially not when she was always habitually closed off and guarded. There was something exhilarating about this, and it was compounded by the fact that they were outside and in a stunning location. The tiefling leaned into the kiss, savoring the taste and getting a hint of that expensive whiskey he bought her. In turn, she would get a taste of the rows of studs along his tongue, likely a first for her. His hands traveled of their own accord, snaking around her and tugging her close. He pushed her back gently until her back pressed against the tree behind her, his body up against her own.
Altair’s hand reached down and slid along the slit of her dress, brushing against the soft skin of her thigh. His heart was pounding against his chest, and he was sure she could almost hear it. Through it all, thoughts of her other identity, her alter ego as an executive, none of that registered. It was just the two of them here and no one else. He didn’t think about his ascension through the Sith ranks or all the missions and work to be done. He didn’t care about anything beyond the taste of her lips and her touch.
For all the ways she was intimidating and terrifying, she felt so fragile and delicate in his arms. It was like cradling a rancor that had its teeth and claws retracted just for now. It sent his blood boiling, but he was respectful enough to keep that from manifesting. Altair drew back gently from the kiss only when he realized he began to slide his hand slightly beneath the flap of her dress along her thigh and higher up.
Altair grinned, the fire burning in his eyes, “M’am,” He said teasingly as his accent came out fully, “This ain’t no five star hotel out here,” He reminded her, “But you got me wantin' you somethin’ fierce right now,” He half spoke and half whispered, leaning in to trace kisses along her neck and down towards her exposed shoulder. That farmer boy side of him wouldn’t take it further unless she made it clear it was what she wanted. But if she did, they would cross that line right there and then under the stars and the moon and on that bed of soft grass with the salty breeze along their skin.
@Mockingjay