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Star Wars - Pulse

Deviation Actions

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With the rise of the sun over Coruscant, Etain Tur-Mukan woke with a low groan; every part of her body seemed to ache this morning. She turned over in the soft bed, facing away from the window nearby, and hugged the blankets to her chest with a soft, content sigh. The young Jedi Knight yawned and managed a half stretch, extending her arms out gracefully above her head, and soon felt a set of strong arms encircle her from behind. The set dwarfed her own, and made her feel as though she were being hugged by a giant, which in truth, she was. Etain could feel warm, humid breath against the back of her neck that threatened to cause hairs to stand on the back of her neck; she then felt the muscles in the arms around her tense lovingly as she was pulled back in close.
"Darman..."
Etain teasingly giggled, reaching one hand back behind her and slowly traced her hand down over his jaw before she turned over towards him slightly, looking up into his sleepy but sparkling black eyes. There was a deep, throaty chuckle behind her as Darman leaned down a bit, playfully caressing his lips along the side of her neck. Now Etain could understand completely of the Master's reasoning behind forbidding Jedi from loving. The sensations it carried were addicting, the sense of freefalling and melting back into one's love's arms and knowing that one had the sense of utter freedom.  These things were just as alien to her as they were to Darman, a clone of the bounty hunter, Jango Fett; through several months of research, the accelerated aging process had been completely mulled out; allowing for Darman to now age naturally and along with her.  Another mischievous chuckle greeted Etain's ears as Darman crept upwards, his lips brushing against her ear ever so slightly as his lips parted in a grin.
"What? Can't you take it?"
Etain shuddered a bit at the sense of playful taunting, scrunching her shoulders up, anymore that thick Mandalorian accent that Darman had, along with how deep his voice was...made shivers edge down her spine every time he spoke so closely to her ear. Darman slowly exhaled, letting it tickle across Etain's ear and gaining a shiver of delight; closing his dark eyes for a moment as he took a deep breath and sighed it all out of him. Etain straightened and turned over towards him, pajamas tangling around her in the already tight blankets of the bed, and reached up, playing several fingers through Darman's now considerably messy black hair. She stared wide-eyed up to him, her head resting against his broad shoulder, feeling a handful of muscles tense and relax with the addition of her weight, though he compensated for it quickly and welcomed it then.
"I can..."
Even to her, it did not sound too convincing. She had fallen in love with Darman back during the mission on Quilara, and had always loved his little deviant ways of doing things and a ceaseless sense of good nature that tended to charm her right out of her wits. The Republic-Commando-1136 she had first been introduced to was startlingly child-like, and in senses, exactly a child with a deadly weapon. The sense of "child" had gone with Darman's innocence, leaving behind a shell that had quickly filled to suite the six foot, five inch tall man that easily could weight two hundred and fifty something pounds. Out of armor, Etain did not dare take a guess as to how heavy Darman was in the armor, though she knew it was lethal when he wanted it to be and an extension of his weapons.
Over the months that Etain had grown so used to Darman's presence on Quilara, his sudden leaving with his ner vod, his brothers, was startling. And left her at a loss for a time, though Etain knew her duty as a Jedi, and it was not to fall so hopelessly in love. That went against Jedi teachings, and principles. As did fighting in someone else's war against ideals of a future and possibly destroying those while they were at it. More and more this war seemed pointless to her, and started to truly question her means as a Jedi. Etain had learned that in order to survive on a battlefront, one had to survive and adapt to one's surroundings, even if it meant breaking rules while they were at it. For a heartbeat and a half, Etain contemplated her thoughts right there; wondering what that revelation meant. But it certainly meant nothing to Darman, who was intently and lovingly watching her every move.
"Because you're Jetii?"
Darman finally asked, a hint of boyish innocence having crept through to his tone. Etain looked curiously to him, one eyebrow quirked up in minor confusion, sometimes clones could be blasted hard to read when they wanted to be. The young Jedi Knight rain her hand over his jaw again, soft stubble of a day-old beard tickling her fingertips before Darman's hair thickened at the temples and went from there. She raked her fingers through his hair for a moment, biting her lip thoughtfully, though she was not sure of where her thoughts were exactly leading her intentions quite yet.  Darman nuzzled into her touch a bit, dark gaze again meeting Etain's with enough force behind it that Etain was easily giving into the sensation of melting. Darman seemed to be doing the exact same thing, warm from sleep still and having Etain so close to him, that there was nothing else he wanted more than to lie here with her close to him.
"No, because if I didn't play it strong... I think you'd break something."
Etain's voice had become oddly thick, inviting, and was piquing Darman's natural curiosity of females. Especially one he had become involved with, and right now, he wanted nothing more than to explore that curiosity to any means and for as long as he could. The opportunity of a normal life with a love in it, Jedi or not, was a welcome change from fighting for Darman; who's only concern had shifted from staying asleep to seeing how long it'd be before Etain merely gave in with him. He wanted to toy with her more, and see how well Jedi training was at handling such powerful emotions.
My contribution to Karen Traviss' little Republic Commando galaxy and storyline. Having read half of "Triple Zero" and "Hard Contact" at least 6 times, I wanted to do a slightly... 2.0 version of it. I luvvles Darman-1136 ^^; He's my cuddlable clone ^_^ (Scorch and Dar are my favorite troopers, period. Dammit)
Anyways, this was partially sparked by an RP in C-W between me (Etain's typist in C-W) and Darman (played by Trask in C-W).

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Republic Commando: (c) Karen Traviss for books, Lucasarts for game.
Story: (c) Aubs
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:love: i love it i LOVE this couple!!! :la: :la: :la: