32 Of the Stars (1/2)
A polyester grey sports bra with black elastic trim hugged her modest chest, matching tight fit boxer briefs grasped her waist and her thighs. Her back was enveloped in the warmth of his torso, his hand trailed aimlessly over her leg.
Sosha's head rested upon his right arm, she was turned to face away from the Emperor whom was to be coronated tomorrow. Her eyes tiredly resting half way, watching as the only light illuminated the room.
Flushed red, she wasn't used to this intimacy. She wasn't used to wearing so little. In her mind, she was imagining herself in a full length nightgown. Yet it didn't work, everytime she felt a caress, the illusion was terminated. She bit her lower lip all it did was make her more awake.
Her feet and toes moved nervously, knotting with the sheets. She could feel his fingers toying with the elastic everytime his hand passed over her thigh. Her brows pressed together, letting out a shaky breath as she couldn't figure out this strange feeling in her chest. She was warm, tingly. It was exciting, but she was overtly embarrassed about it.
Every move she made was with caution. She felt his lips against the back of her head as he undid the bun done up in the back. Her bangs drifted to the side of her face. She sucked in her lips, holding in a giggle as his breath tickled her scalp.
This little light was the recording of their wedding, it acted as a single candle in pitch darkness.
She nuzzled the side of her cheek into his soft warmth skin. The former nubian Queen hugged onto her plush pillow, one of its ends resting beneath her chin. She could hear the soft music from the orchestra playing from this recording. It was classical Nubian music which had been used for generations.
This wedding wasn't exactly a private one like Tobias intended, the Royal Advisory board and next reigning Queen ended up making it into an extravagant phenomenon. Confetti, alcohol and plenty of formalities.
Her eyes were narrowly locked on the man in the corner, dressed in a double breasted formal black Imperial tunic, trimmed in gold. Compared to the flamboyant Nubian dress she wore, his attire was rather plain and militant.
She watched as a young twi'lek girl and a young human girl, the younglings under Piru Chase were lead down the aisle by a white haired female. They were dressed in Nubian dresses, bright, vibrant and flowery. They laid petals upon the ground with every step they made.
The crowds of delegates, politicians, nobles and commoners made faces and sounds of adoration. The festivities began, they were almost as large as the victory celebration over the Trade Federation and the Empire's defeat at the hands of the Rebel Alliance.
She opened her mouth slightly, smiling as she watched Tobias lift her face to look up at him as he kissed her for the first time. It was one of her firsts, something she had not had the time to give anyone else. As she felt him take in a deep inhalation of her scent, she looked up towards him, his lips pressing against her forehead in turn.
She smelt of Nubian shampoo, as peaceful and as flamboyant as her homeworld, the scent represented the world's beauty well. She stared up at him with her narrowed, tired, eyes. She pressed danced her fingers up to the side of his face and touched the stumble which had formed. It was clear he hadn't shaved since he arrived three months ago. Was it the stress? Did he just not have the time? Or did he like growing it out?
”You've got to trim...” She muttered quietly, shifting in his arms to face him. She pushed her dainty hands against his chest and put him on his back, crawling on top of him.
Tobias grinned up at her after she said this, but didn't respond vocally to her words.
As she rested on top of him, her arms and pillow tucked between his chest and her own. She stared down at him, her legs suddenly trapped between and beneath his. The short hair on his legs tickling her shaven ones. She bit the inside of her lower lip again, looking down at him as he gazed back up at her.
They were both just as tired, but it seemed Tobias was more so infatuated with her than focused on how tired he was. The back of his finger tips caressed their way up the sides of her back. Causing some involuntary squirming and quietly muffled moans.
Reaching over, Tobias pulled the corellian fleece blanket over them until her shoulders were covered by its gentle fluffiness.
Normally, he wouldn't dare grab her, squeeze her. He was afraid that he might hurt her. To him she looked so fragile, small. He'd wrap his arm around her waist, rolling over and causing her to squeak.
She soon found herself wrapped in not only his arms, but also the fleece blanket. They were in a flesh taco, tightly packed together and she had no escape.
With spent eyes, she rested her chin on his chest, her lips brushing against his prickled chin as she wiggled her way up his surface. She gave a quiet hum, she her heartbeat made her sight pulsate.
Just as she was going to allow herself to drift off to sleep in this position however, she felt his hands glide down and grasp at her rear. She trembled at the touch, she could feel his warm hands beneath the polyester boxer briefs, the tight fitting elastic lifted from her lower back.
”H-hey...” Sosha murmured as she bit her lip more, wiggling her lower body beneath his hands. ”Where are you getting this energy from?” She was clearly uncomfortable as she groaned out at him.