The Unthinkable

(( My continued thanks to the player of Ragious for every contribution that makes me look so much cooler! ))

Aittera sat up amidst plush, soft blankets and white silken sheets on the lavish bed that immediately beckoned to her to lie back down on the exquisite mattress that was so comfortable, it could in itself be a lover's embrace. The cool, slightly stale air that could only ever really exist in the constantly recycled and scrubbed atmosphere of a space station or starship was permeated by the smells of half a dozen types of blossoms, their fragrances blending into a distinctive aroma that set the senses alight and inspired sensual fantasies. Candlelight flickered from every corner of the room, painting the skin of her exposed thigh in warm hues against the ethereal white of the sheet it had slipped free of. Her brilliant warm curls hung loose and wild around her shoulders and cascaded down her bare back, trembling in crimson waves of motion as she turned her head to the faint hiss of the door sliding open.

She didn't recognize her surroundings, but all the same, she'd known them as though they were her own, and when Kol Arren's massive form appeared, silhouetted in the doorframe in a simple pair of loose black pants, the smile that formed on her soft, ruby lips was pure seduction. She lifted one hand to crook a finger toward him, wordlessly beckoning him to join her, and let the blankets fall away from her body. 

He stepped into the room, the door sliding closed behind him, and smiled affectionately at her as he drank in the sight of her naked form with admiration and desire, the only woman he could not conquer. At least, not before she had conquered him first...

And now, here they were on the other side of abandon, his wild muse meeting him at the edge of the bed as his fingers found their way through her firey locks, the seductive bass of his voice caressing her.

"I need you."

Bolting upright in his bed on Dromund Kaas, Ragious silently muttered the words in his mind again, incredulous that he could speak them even in a dream. He was Darth Ragious, he was one of the celebrated heroes of the Empire and he had accomplished that while remaining above the need for anyone. Yet, here he was in a dream telling Aittera Timm that he needed her.

He rose from the bed and moved toward the door, pulling the same damn pants that he had worn in the dream from where they lay across the back of a chair. He wouldn't be sleeping again tonight, he had someone to visit, an outlet for the anger that his actions in the dream caused him.