Satele Shan (blood_of_revan) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-05-23 13:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, azula, rowanne, satele shan |
"Ugh! That woman is such a b-word! Maybe even a c-word!"
Who: Satele, Rowanne and Azula
What: Dreams, breakfast and unannounced visits.
Where: Satele's condo
When: Morning after this
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13
Again, she was fighting that man. She could feel hatred for him bubbling inside of her. It was a feeling she struggled to contain. She had to contain it. She had to be calm and serene or she would become no better than he. Or worse.
She could overcome it. She did over come it, and the Force was with her and with Tavus.
She woke slowly.
Satele's bed wasn't empty. It was in fact quite full. Well technically she had a Queen with a decedantly soft mattress but she was used to it being empty except for herself. So what was this warm, soft, and smooth thing pressed against her spine and butt? And there was a hand on her...
Oh..
OH!
This was nice...
She shifted, rolling over and careful to not wake the other woman, so she could snuggle her face against Rowanne's throat. The full impact of what had happened last night struck her in the chest and she fought back a wave of panic.
The first thing Rowanne was aware of was more...well, it didn't smell like home, and it didn't smell like the station either. It was, well. a lot nicer than either of those places, and there was something warm and soft that she was... Oh. Oh Wow. Her eyes opened and she blinked, the memories coming back in full force now. Wow. What had she....Wow. This was totally out of her wildest dreams. Little smile?
Satele's voice was muffled against Rowanne's neck. She could feel the woman wake up, "...this is real. Isn't it. That really happened?"
"It...must have." Rowanne gave her a careful little smile, uncertain sort of, of how to proceed with this now.
Satele nodded against her, her voice sounding a little panicked, "I'm not panicking. It's okay."
"Oh good." Rowanne reached over to smooth Satele's hair a little. "I was worried."
Satele forced an unnatural calmness to sweep over her, and the panic subsided. She pressed closer to Rowanne, "That wasn't.. That wasn't awkward at all." She pushed herself up on an elbow and smiled down at her. Once the panic was gone, there was..elation, "I promised you breakfast. What do you want?"
"Oh, I like anything." Rowanne assured her, grinning euphorically. They had done this and it felt RIGHT still and screw the labels. That was awesome in and of itself.
Satele treated herself to some Rowanne-ala-cart, before slipping out of bed and pulling on a short, silk robe. She made her way to the kitchen and got out eggs and pancake batter.
Rowanne ala cart WAS lovely, wasn't it? She would have to have some extra Satele later on of course though, just to be fair.
Satele called towards the bedroom, "How do you like your eggs, love?"
"Sunny side up!" Rowanne called as she looked around for something that wasn't, you know, beaded, to pull on. Did Satele own any tshirts she could pull on all stereotypically? It'd be kind of funny.
Satele had some blouses and shirts, but she did have a couple Oxford tees she'd picked up last time she was in London!
Rowanne found one of those and tugged it on over her undwear. Hee. Sexy?
There was a clattering in the kitchen when Rowanne walked out of the bedroom, and then Satele was cursing and rinsing off the spatula, while trying to watch her at the same time.
"Oops." Rowanne crossed over and leaned to give her a little kiss. "I couldn't resist." She explained. "Smelled like you."
Satele smiled at the kiss, "Maybe if you're convincing enough I'll let you keep it." Just then, there came a knocking at the door.
Uhoh! that was probably a little problematic and awkward.
Satele glanced at Rowanne, "Watch the eggs?"
"Of course." Rowanne slipped over to the stove to do just that.
Satele ran to the door, and opened it, peering out, "Yes?"
Azula smiled at her, "Hello neighbor." She pushed open the door, and grinned, "I knew it!"
"What do you think you're doing!" Satele pushed her back, "What do you want?"
"You dropped this last night." She held up one of Satele's heels. Satele snatched it out of Azula's hand, and then shut the door in her face.
She stormed back to the kitchen, "Ugh! That woman is such a b-word! Maybe even a c-word!"
"Oh God." Rowanne shook her head. "Is that the one from the net? The slightly...creepy one?"
"I don't really know. Which creepy one?"
"The one that asked Tony Stark about spanking her friends." Rowanne shook her head.
"Oh." Satele flushed at the thought, "I think so. I don't really like to talk to her much."
Rowanne flushed too, and just shook her head. "Scary, really. I'm glad WE are normal."
"Oh yes, everyone's idea of a first date is a medieval reenactment," Satele teased, getting to work on the pancakes.
Rowanne laughed and tossed her hair back. "Well. it could be VERY romantic you know." She pointed out.
"Do elaborate, love?" She flipped a pancake, grinning enthusiastically.
"Well, the whole pagentry thing." Rowanne said, grinning. "When I get you to the faire and in a gown, you'll see."
Satele felt her heart flutter, and she nodded her head, "I'm not sure if I feel more the lady or the knight with a staff, but for you, I'll wear a gown."
"And then we can take turns or something." Rowanne eyedarted. "Might be nice."
Finished with the pancakes, Satele snuggled up to Rowanne from behind, "I'd like that."
"We'll arrange it then." Her eyes sparkled, though whether it was from the thought or the nuzzling, it was hard to tell.
Satele whispered in her ear, "What time do you have to leave?"
"Not for a while yet." Rowanne whispered back. "I"m not on call until the afternoon."
Hands slid into the Oxford t-shirt as Satele nibbled on Rowanne's neck, "I'll try not to wear you out."
Rowanne giggled and let her own hands wander under that robe. "Oh good." She said, grinning. "I'll have a lot of you to think about tonight."
Breakfast? Suddenly became forgotten.