Theo Crain is a clenched fist with hair (whatifeel) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2020-01-30 20:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, lomea kallig, theodora crain |
Who: Lomea and Theo
What: A run-in and Lomea senses Theo's psychometry.
When: Recently
Where: A club, then Theo's place
Warnings: Adult content contained with in, so definitely NSFW
Theo wasn’t quite certain where her Dreams were heading, but clearly there was more in store in them. As if her childhood hadn’t been traumatic enough, she now found herself trying to navigate the waking world with her ability that had crossed over from the Dreams. And to top it all off, her two younger siblings had both moved out here. She was silently stressing out over what they would inevitably Dream about. She knew what awaited them, and there was a lot of bad in it.
Though she worried the most about Luke. He was an addict in this life, though credit to him, he was trying to turn his life around. Theo did like to see that. However, with the path his life took in the Dreams being one of drug use and addiction as well, she feared that he might relapse. So she would keep a close eye on him and hopefully be there to help stop him from falling into bad habits again as much as possible.
Theo was definitely stressed, but she was also starting to close herself off emotionally. There was a thick wall built between herself and the outside world, but that didn’t mean that there wasn’t a storm churning within her, because there most certainly was one. She was a highly emotional person, but she rarely, if ever, let it show on the outside. To the world, she seemed to be calm and collected.
Today was a good day to go dancing at a club and lose herself in the music. Maybe even lose herself in someone else, but she wouldn’t get ahead of herself there. She wore a long sleeve shirt, and she wore a pair of leather gloves on her hands. Protection from touching people, accidentally or otherwise. She had enough emotional crap on her plate right now, she didn’t need someone else’s emotions weighing her down as well.
The Force was a fickle beast, but like all beasts it could be mastered. Lomea had been mastering it for months now, even as her dreams appeared to leave her off on a cliffhanger.
It was amusing enough to keep tabs on the other Force users in the county and their complete and absolute whining idiocy about the Force, but there were others with power. The swirling storm of a young woman who controlled ice was of interest (and, lets face it, incredibly attractive), as was the Mage. Skye herself held a latent power that Lomea could not quite figure out. And then there was…
Well that was an interesting feeling.
Nothing could quite draw the Sith like passion. And passion restrained held an appeal that was hard to ignore.
She’d been following this other swirling storm for sometime, and found it in the midst of a storm of people. It was an interesting contradiction; that restraint in the middle of absolute unleashed emotion.
People parted around her as she moved through the club, either nudged aside by the Force or just getting a ‘feeling’ that they should move out of the way.
Theo probably presented as an odd sight in a setting like this. Most people went for wearing more revealing clothing, but Theo didn’t actually mind. She was always cold these days. It reminded her of Hill House in her Dreams. She’d always worn sweaters during the summer there because that place was cold and no one else seemed to be able to tell that. It was becoming rather apparent to Theo that Orange County had its own ghosts like Hill House did.
She was losing herself in the music when she could almost feel people moving away from her. She finally opened her eyes to see an impeccably dressed woman coming towards her. Well, that was interesting. As it was, while most other people had a sheen of sweat to them, Theo was only slightly sweaty despite her long sleeves.
That said, she was quite the bundle of passion, both restrained and unleashed. Though the more potent passion currently was the one she kept restrained. She gave the woman approaching her a smile, wondering if she was going to join her or not.
Lomea would be the first to agree that there were too many ghosts in Orange County. Some of them lived in her head, and she hadn’t yet figured out how to actually get rid of them. The ritual in her dreams had worked, but she was missing something here.
In the meantime, in her quest for power and knowledge, she had something else to focus on. The attractive if somewhat covered up woman. “Unusual choice in attire.”
“I was cold and haven’t quite warmed up yet,” Theo responded. It was the truth, but it was also a bit on the flirtatious side. A statement that carried a double meaning. A somewhat subtle way of seeing which way this woman swung. Again, Theo did tend to be more upfront when meeting an attractive woman, but tonight she was treading carefully, no doubt due to the war going on inside of her and the fact she didn’t want to let it out. So it was being cautious on all fronts, not just specific ones.
One of Lomea’s elegant eyebrows lifted, and she tilted her head just so, in the sort of way that was inviting and aloof at the same time. It exposed her throat and shoulder without actually offering it up as if she were prey.
She did, after all, have decidedly predatory leanings. “Is that so? Cold, and dancing alone. Pity.”
Theo couldn’t help but follow that elegant line of this woman’s neck when she tilted her head for some moments before she turned her gaze back to the woman’s face. “I haven’t found anyone worth dancing with. Until now,” she returned, moving a little closer to the woman.
She wouldn’t say that she had predatory leanings of her own, but Theo was definitely more primal when it came to sex. She tended to prefer sex with no strings, and it was one of the ways she could release emotions she’d kept pent up inside. Thus sex tended to be an intense experience for Theo. Even more so now with her newfound ability.
Oh, very nice. Lomea allowed the woman to come closer, allowed the Force to open like a door and let her in, while keeping others at bay by a foot at least. Primal, she could deal with. Primal, she found extremely enticing.
So she let this primal woman into her personal space.
Theo had a tendency to be a walking contradiction. She could be icy on the outside, and nothing but hot fire on the inside. She could be calm and proper on the outside, but inside wanting nothing more than to dwell in carnal desires. Right now she was some mix of both of those states of being, though a little less with being icy on the outside and more with being calm.
There was something about this woman that was intriguing, that practically drew her to her. While being physically taller than this woman, she felt like their heights were switched. But Theo didn’t mind that. She no longer paid attention to the other people around them, not even as peripherally knowing they were there. Her attention was on this woman, and she now felt like they were beginning a dance between two predators.
And so, Theo resumed dancing to the beat, though her attention was solely focused on this woman. Perhaps tonight wasn’t going to be so terrible after all. Her worries were starting to slip away to be forgotten about until the morning. Which was the point to why she’d come here in the first place.
Lomea danced. It wasn’t proper, what with her position, but she’d long ago cast aside what was proper or not, to revel in passion and emotion and the power it came with. There was a power in this, in commanding the dance floor, in moving in time with the music the sway of hips and pounding hearts, almost close enough to touch.
And she drank it all in, from Theo and from all the people suddenly watching.
Theo had never really given a damn about what was proper. She walked to the beat of her own drum, more or less. She didn’t yet make contact with the other woman, but she moved her body to the rhythm of the music, to the rhythm of this entrancing woman.
And she was oblivious to anyone watching them.
Grabbing Theo by the hips, Lomea pulled her close. She continued the dance, making no other motions though clearly seeking to be the one leading in their dance. While she didn’t need contact to be close to someone, sometimes she liked it, and sometimes she liked the idea of being in control.
Personal space was always something Theo guarded to an extreme. It was rare that she let people into her space unless it was in situations like this or she was having a moment with one of her siblings. So when this woman grabbed her by her hips and pulled her in, she was a little surprised, but didn’t pull away.
Quite the opposite in fact. Taking advantage of the fact she had gloves on and thus wouldn’t accidentally touch this woman’s skin currently, she draped her arms around her shoulders, moving in sync with the woman’s body as they danced.
“I have to say, I like a woman who’s bold,” she stated, gazing at her.
“I do not believe in half measures,” Lomea replied, her own eyes like an emerald ocean. While, yes, there was merit in being cautious, especiallyy with her profession, she wasn’t in the Sith Empire. She didn’t have to watch her back for a knife.
Probably.
“Especially when there’s a beautiful woman involved.”
“Agreed on both counts. Half measures is no way to do anything.” Theo said with a smirk. Even though Theo tended to keep people at more than an arm’s length away from her in terms of getting to know her, she most definitely didn’t take half measures when she wanted someone or something. Theo was forward and direct, sometimes not to her advantage.
There was plenty of opportunity for really bad pick-up lines, but Lomea wasn’t that sort of person. Lomea was more curious, at the moment. Attracted, judging by the way her thumb stroked at Theo’s hip. But curious. “Do you often dance like the world is your enemy?”
“For the most part. There are exceptions, but when is the world not an enemy?” Theo posed, curious about this woman’s response. It may seem to be an odd question, but it was a logical one for Theo. Some people tended to view the world as a constant enemy. Others didn’t. She wished to know where this woman fell on that spectrum. Did they have similar views, or contrasting ones? Either would make for intriguing conversation.
“The world is always the enemy,” Lomea concurred. “Always against those who might have been born differently.” Be if gifted, poor or in other ways. Lomea knew she had a number of strikes against her, according to their society.
“Yes, it is. There is a constant war. Some of us simply have better armor and better weapons to fight it with than others.” Theo most certainly had some of the thickest armor to protect herself. It was due in no small part to having lost her mother in a horrific way at a young age. The other part had been due to her being a medium. Most people thought mediums weren’t real and were either crackpots or con artists looking for their fifteen minutes of fame.
And now the Dreams had cursed Theo with another ability. Psychometry wasn’t exactly her idea of fun.
Sometimes, the best weapon and the best armor was to find the weak points and exploit them, something that Lomea did often. But she’d learned, especially with Sith Politics, when armor and a straight up frontal assault were necessary.
“Must be difficult, to let such shields down.”
“Yes, but it’s hardly ever safe to let such shields down. Best to keep them in place.” Even in regards to her own family sometimes. Theo was definitely a difficult person to get to know, but she tended to do it deliberately. If someone really wanted to get to know her, they would put in the effort to navigate through her hot and cold tendencies.
Which would undoubtedly serve to annoy her, but if she liked the person? It would just be surface annoyance, not actual annoyance.
“I understand this. The times I’ve let someone in, have usually resulted in unnecessary emotions.” Nothing to really get into and Lomea wouldn’t admit the details to anyone, let alone a stranger. But she did feel a connection to this woman, and a certain draw. She assumed it was merely whatever power she held.
Thank god there was another person who understood this. Theo had always felt like some social pariah because no one seemed to understand why she was the way she was. Except for Nell, but even then she probably didn’t fully understand it. But she understood better than anyone else.
“Unnecessary emotions and relationships. I tend to do better on my own.” Which was possibly a lie, but Theo hadn’t had a meaningful relationship in quite a while. So she’d technically forgotten how to function in a relationship. She preferred no strings because it wasn’t messy in any regard. And you didn’t have to let people see the real you if you didn’t want them to. Sex did expose people, but in different ways than if emotions got involved.
“A lonely existence,” Lomea pointed out. An observation? Or an offer. Lomea did not do long term relationships, too messy. But a nice encounter and studying this woman’s power? That was something she’d enjoy.
“It can be. But not everyone is relationship material.” Theo didn’t think she was built for relationships. But of course, if someone came along that made her think otherwise, then so be it. But currently? She preferred things with no strings attached. And she was starting to get curious how she and this woman could get themselves tangled in one another.
“I’m Theodora,” she stated, suddenly realizing they hadn’t introduced themselves. And, well, while she may enjoy no strings, she did typically like knowing the name of anyone she may potentially sleep with. And this woman was also intriguing and someone she’d enjoy talking to again, even if the night didn’t end in sex. It would be nice to have a name.
“Who said anything about relationships?” Lomea smiled serenely, and moved her hands around to Theo’s back. “My name is Lomea.”
By some miracle she managed to not list off every single title she had.
Theo chuckled. “No one, but relationships also aren’t strictly romantic, either.” Friendships were relationships. So was family. So on and so forth. Theo didn’t always do the friends thing well either.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lomea,” Theo stated, tightening her arms around Lomea’s neck a little, pressing closer to her. Sometimes, just sometimes, Theo craved this kind of contact which went completely against her natural tendency to keep people at a distance from her. And her ability tended to make it harder for her to want to be close to people, physically speaking. But right now, she wasn’t thinking about any of that.
Oh, she liked that pressure, she liked the closeness. All other considerations were pushed aside in favor of the now. If Lomea thought about that, it was pure Sith. Passion. Emotion. Being set free.
There was a purr underscoring her voice. “I assure you, the pleasure is mine.”
Oh Theo liked that purr to Lomea’s voice. And maybe Theo thought she wasn’t quite as cold as she had been before. That was another reason for seeking partners out, whether it was simply to dance with them or to go home with them, she sometimes needed their warmth to fight off the constant chill she felt here.
“Is that so? Well, I am glad you feel that way.” Theo responded with a sultry smile.
“The pleasure is usually mine,” Lomea added, in the sort of tone that said she was joking. Maybe. It wasn’t that clear. But she winked, sliding her hands up Theo’s back now, their dance almost intimately close.
The Force threw images at her, too quickly for her to identify what it was, and she blinked, before shrugging it off.
It may not have been clear if she was joking or not, but Theo spoke that language perfectly. “If there’s no pleasure to be had, then what is the point of existing?” She posed. Because honestly, pleasure was the spice of life.
Theo’s hands were still protected from accidentally making contact with Lomea’s skin, so she wasn’t prone to getting any flashes of her own, or feeling what Lomea was feeling. “And pleasure is meant to be indulged in.”
This woman would make an excellent Sith, Lomea decided. And she looked damn good for it, too, which, in all honesty, was a prerequisite. Despite the fact that she’d met many ugly Sith in her dreams …
“There are three reasons to exist, Theo.” Lomea swayed her hips, their faces dangerously close. “Knowledge. Power. And pleasure.”
Theo could probably make an excellent student of the Force, though she was undoubtedly better suited towards the Dark Side. Theo was passionate, and she felt incredibly deeply, but she also had intense control over her emotions and what she actually showed to the world.
Most of the time. There were exceptions, of course, as there were with everything.
“I can agree with that. Though of those three, power is the one I put the least emphasis on. In some respects, at least.” There were times when having power was a good thing in Theo’s view. Though right there there was quite some power between them. The power of attraction. This woman was entirely captivating, and Theo decided to finally close the distance between their bodies, pressing against the other woman as the music seemed to almost dictate they do. But she didn’t yet go in for the kiss, but it was definitely coming.
Lomea wondered idly what Theo’s throat would feel like under her hands. It was rather a lovely thought.
“They are all three related. Knowledge, as they say, is power, and passion for knowledge makes one powerful, does it not? The pursuit of both brings pleasure.” Though what she wanted most right now, was the pleasure of knowing Theo.
Biblically, and also the learning of her power.
“I rather enjoy your views there. Power comes in many forms, after all.” Power wasn’t just about who was the strongest, after all. It was something Theo understood. She wasn’t the strongest when it came to physical strength, but she had a sharp mind and she hadn’t gone through hell to get her PhD for nothing.
And, well, she couldn’t quite resist this woman much longer. The closeness of their bodies, the rhythm of the music and their conversation had definitely turned Theo’s mood to wanting to get to know this woman biblically. She decided to be bold, and leaned in to kiss Lomea, as if sealing some unspoken pact about getting to know each other biblically.
Lomea would have top at herself on the back of getting this beautiful woman to kiss her. It had been masterful on her part and the only thing that was left to do was to kiss Theo back, with just enough fire to tease but not enough to burn.
That teasing fire was delicious, and Theo was starting to want to burn and be burned, but that was reserved for being done in private, not in public. For now, she simply added her own fire to the kiss, drinking in this woman’s lips. They were soft and warm, and she wanted more. But she could pace herself until they were somewhere less public than this.
“Perhaps,” Lomea whispered, lips still brushing Theo’s as she spoke. “Perhaps we should consider taking this dance to a more private locale.” She moved her head, kissing Theo’s jaw, just once, just to taunt her, before she stepped back. Lomea’s eyes burned like jade fire.
“I very much agree with that,” she responded, enjoying that taunt. Theo gazed back at Lomea, her eyes gleaming with desire. “My place?” Theo didn’t actually care whose place they ended up in. She was ready to be alone with this exquisite woman.
“As you wish,” Lomea replied, sliding her hand into Theo’s and lacing their fingers together, glove to bare skin. She started to lead her out, to where her car was waiting. Sleek, but less expensive than what she looked like she’d have -- she did have an appearance to maintain.
There was a brief moment of panic when Lomea took her hand until she remembered she had gloves on, and thus was shielded from getting emotions and potential visions. So she settled down and followed Lomea outside to her car. She could certainly appreciate the style of the car. Theo herself could probably afford a nice car, but she stuck to a car like a Jeep. “Nice car,” she noted with an approving smile.
“Not my dream car, but it functions,” Lomea remarked. She got the door for Theo, her hand sliding down her hip as she helped her in. then, with a flourish, she rounded the hood and got in herself.
The driving part was always the awkward part.
“I can definitely relate to that,” Theo responded. She didn’t quite have a dream car in mind, mostly because she didn’t like throwing money around like that. She preferred to save and have enough money for unforeseen circumstances and emergencies than she did to buy expensive things for herself.
She would also agree that the driving part was always awkward. She wasn’t exactly one who liked small talk, and she wasn’t going to ruin the moment by engaging in small talk that was unrelated to what they were going to do. So instead, she focused on directing Lomea to her apartment, which wasn’t too far away.
She didn’t live in a fancy place, but it wasn’t bad either. It was nice, but not flashy. Once out of the car, she led the way inside. Theo didn’t have any pets to worry about, and she’d at least finished unpacking so there weren’t any boxes cluttering the one bedroom apartment. It was clean and orderly, but there wasn’t much in the way of family photographs. There was one taken before Theo’s mother had died, a rare picture of all seven family members. And it was very obvious the adult woman was Theo’s mother because Theo was nearly the spitting image of her.
Lomea took all of that in and filed it away for later. Knowledge, as she said,w as power, and knowledge of potential allies was as important as that of enemies.
Slowly, she approached Theo from behind, pushing her hair aside and planting a kiss along her shoulder, then the side of her neck. “Your home is almost as lovely as its occupant.”
What was lacking in family photographs was made up for in the fact it felt homey and welcoming. While Theo herself could run hot and cold with people, her home was always warm. She may have also had the temperature set so it was warmer than possibly necessary. Another sign of her being constantly cold.
Feeling Lomea’s lips on her, Theo closed her eyes, tilting her head and exposing her neck as she leaned into her. “Why thank you. But I like to think my guest is lovelier,” she replied smoothly.
Her skin did feel a little icy, but Lomea didn’t mind, it just meant she had a lot to warm up. She added her teeth to her kisses, little bites promising more. Her hands roamed, down Theo’s sides, then around to her stomach before inching up towards her breasts. As she did so, she tried to read the surface emotions of her … prey.
Theo didn’t dare take her gloves off just yet. But she shivered at the feel of Lomea’s hands on her and at the addition of teeth into her kisses. Theo reached back with one hand tangled her fingers into Lomea’s hair. Theo’s surface emotions were definitely all tuned into what they were doing. She was responding to Lomea’s touch, and she was more than ready to be warmed up.
There was something about Theo that was holding back but Lomea couldn’t place, what, exactly, it was. A puzzle for later, for now, that delicious neck and shoulder, and her hands tracing patterns across Theo’s breasts.
Who needed serenity when they had passion like this?
Passion was certainly better than serenity in Theo’s book. And there was nothing serene about Theo. Except for perhaps the calm facade she put on to keep the world out. But that was the only thing that could be considered serene about her. She let out a low groan that almost bordered on a growl. She liked being touched, and she wanted to dwell in the throes of passion.
Like a panther pouncing on its prey, Theo turned around in Lomea’s embrace, slipping her arms around her back and pulled her close against her as her hands wandered over Lomea’s body. The gloves remained on, but Theo was a step closer to taking them off.
Oh. She growled. Lomea growled back, arching into Theo’s touch, her own hands sliding under the back of Theo’s top, fingers splaying against her skin. She leaned in and kissed her, tongue flicking out as she did so.
Theo could definitely growl. She could even almost purr when things were right. She returned the kiss, opening her mouth and flicking her tongue against Lomea’s. She trailed her hands down Lomea’s back to her ass and gave it a squeeze before sliding them back up. She also started to maneuver them towards the bedroom.
For once, Lomea let someone else lead. She could find the bedroom easily enough but she rather enjoyed the way Theo touched and guided her. There would be time enough to show her who, exactly, was in charge. But for now, she let herself be led, sucking on Theo’s tongue at first opportunity.
Oh she would look forward to being shown who was in charge. Theo wasn’t exactly a control freak, not to the extent a certain older sister of hers was, but she did enjoy some jostling for control. It made these encounters all the more enticing. She groaned when Lomea sucked on her tongue. That was a turn on. She also liked teeth and nails being used.
Theo was definitely feeling more primal tonight. Once to the bedroom, she started to work Lomea out of her clothes. The only article of clothing Theo was wearing that she’d object to being taken off by someone else were her gloves. Those would come off soon enough, but that was something that Theo would always insist upon taking off herself. Because in a way, it was bringing her barriers down and letting someone else inside her world.
Teeth and nails, biting and clawing...these things weren’t dignified but sometimes one needed to cast aside silly things like dignity. She didn’t mind the feel of the gloves against her skin, and was more interested in other parts of Theo’s body besides.
Even so, she turned things around a little, contemplating the best way to get Theo to kneel.
It may not be dignified, but sometimes Theo needed the emotional release that came with being undignified. And with everything she was holding inside, she definitely needed to be undignified. She dragged her fingers down Lomea’s back, though the feel of the gloves was undoubtedly different than nails or the skin of Theo’s fingers. At any rate, she trailed her hands around, searching for spots that got more of a reaction out of Lomea so she could focus on those.
Lomea shuddered when Theo found a spot just above her hip, and again at one on her side. She tilted her head back, savoring the sensation. Her own hands explored Theo’s abs, then down to where her hip and pelvis met. Smiling, she praised her. “You are exquisite…”
Theo shivered at the feel of Lomea’s hands on her. She gazed at Lomea, a sultry smile on her face. “You are far more exquisite than I am,” she responded smoothly. Theo then decided it was time to take the gloves off. She didn’t know what to expect when she finally touched Lomea’s skin with her bare hands, but she hoped it would only enhance the mood of sex.
She slid her gloves off, letting them drop to the floor before she tentatively slid her fingers along Lomea’s skin. She moved them for the spot just above her hip. Theo also inhaled and held her breath just before her fingers made contact with Lomea’s skin as she attempted to brace herself for what she might feel or see.
Lomea was like standing in the eye of the storm. A calm sky and sea and all around the winds raged and thunder clashed and lightning speared through the clouds. Rage was as constant a companion as lust, joy wound its way through sadness and fear. Lomea felt. She felt everything, and she embraced those emotions, used them, controlled them even when she gave into them utterly.
She was a walking contradiction of dark and light, a light that shone so much brighter than she’d ever openly admit to, coiled tightly around that dark, shadowy core. And the power, there was so much power thrumming in her veins.
Flashes of that lightning illuminated images as low as bowing to a master’s whip and as high and exhilarating as standing before men and women of immense power as an equal. Of taking life and sparing it in equal measure; of breaking chains and setting people free.
Darth Imperius, Lord of the Sith, both monster and slayer of.
Touching Lomea was like a shock to her system. It was overwhelming, something she’d braced for considering touching someone was always an onslaught. But Lomea was different when compared to others. There was so much emotion, in some ways similar to Theo herself. Theo felt a lot and she felt deeply. But it was all kept buried beneath the surface. She had a very hard exterior and a storm within.
Theo did her best to push the onslaught of Lomea’s emotions to the side. She want to remain focused on what she was doing, and that was indulging in this woman. She leaned in and started using her tongue and teeth on Lomea’s neck as she dragged her nails down her spine.
Lomea shuddered, both her emotions and body reacting very much yes. She arched her back, pressing her body into Theo’s. Theo’s marvelous body and an undercurrent of emotion that wasn’t entirely her own. It was something that was almost addicting.
It was still strange to Theo to physically feel someone’s reaction to her touch, and also feel it through her psychometry. Though it did add to her arousal and getting lost in the moment. She trailed her mouth along that elegant neck, and down to her collarbone. She trailed her hands around to grope Lomea’s breasts.
Were they in the bedroom? Had they made it? Lomea was typically very aware of her surroundings but at the moment she had lost focus on anything that wasn’t this woman in her arms or the strange echo-like feeling she was getting from her.
She chose to push that from her mind and instead dig her nails into Theo’s backside as a way of regaining control of the situation.
Feeling the nails dig into her, Theo let out another growl that was slightly muffled by Lomea’s skin. Her fingers teased Lomea’s nipples before she pinched them, her mouth continuing to work down along her chest. They were in the bedroom now, but Theo was still trying to not focus on the additional flood of emotion she felt, and instead put her concentration into what she was doing.
After all, losing focus on what she was doing would only ruin the experience for them both. And Theo wasn’t in the business of ruining sex. She ruined plenty of other things, but never sex.
The bite of pleasure and pain sent a jolt through Lomea’s body, warming her to her core. Desire and power filled her thoughts, her body buzzing with the heat of the moment. She lifted a hand to Theo’s hair, digging her fingers into it and holding her mouth against her body. “Harder. I like pain.”
Just as Lomea felt that jolt and rise of emotion, Theo felt it as well. It resonated within her like someone had rung a bell. The emotions she felt from Lomea blended with her own desire and arousal and swirled into a new storm. And Lomea liked pain? She could run with that. So Theo added her teeth into the mix, biting at Lomea’s skin enough to leave a trail behind. She then dragged her nails hard down Lomea’s sides. She was eager to please her partner.
It was just hard enough to be noticeable, and to mix with the pleasure and heat coursing through Lomea’s veins. She pushed Theo against the bed, making her sit down before straddling her. Lomea scratched with her own nails, enhancing them with the Force, in some kind of emotional feedback loop that wasn’t entirely under her control.
She growled and shuddered as Lomea scratched with her own nails. It sent a pang right to her core, and she kept up her efforts on pleasing and pleasuring this beautiful woman on her lap. Her nails scratched along Lomea’s thighs, before one hand slid its way up her inner thigh towards her center. Her mouth kept up its work on her chest.
She kissed her again, biting her lip and trying to suck on her tongue, Lomea’s nails leaving marks in Theo’s skin. A low, rumbly growl deep in her throat signaled her next move as she broke the kiss. “I want you to fuck me, Theo.”
She returned the kiss groaning and shuddering under Lomea’s touch. And then what Lomea said brought a low growl out of her. “As you wish,” she responded huskily. “Though for wishing of pleasing you the most, do you prefer with or without the use of toys?” Theo could go either way where toys were concerned. Lomea would get a good fuck either way, it was simply a matter of what position to start in depended on the inclusion of toys or not.
“Scared that you can’t succeed without them?” Lomea tugged at Theo’s hair; she was fine either way, but what really got her off was a challenge and thrills. And pushing Theo, taunting her, challenging her would bring about a great thrill.
That, and she craved skin to skin contact for reasons she couldn’t articulate.
“Not at all, I was simply curious,” she responded with a growl in reaction to the tug to her hair. And as such, Theo didn’t waste any more time, she slid a hand between Lomea’s legs and rubbed a finger against her clit. At the same time, she captured Lomea’s bottom lip between her teeth and tugged at it. Her other hand trailed along Lomea’s back, her nails pressing into the middle of her back.
“Don’t be a pussy,” Lomea growled, the word seeming unusual from a woman like her. She tangled her fingers deeper into Theo’s hair, wanting needing for her to snap and let go of whatever was holding her back.
That was when Theo struck, so to speak. She suddenly shifted their positions so Lomea was on the bed and Theo was between her legs. Her mouth went to work on Lomea’s clit, interspersing some teeth use as she slid two fingers inside of Lomea.
A lamp on the table shorted out as Lomea bucked her hips and moaned loudly. Despite being at Theo’s apparent mercy, she felt like she was fully in control, though in a different way from lovers like Skye.
There might be something about giving up some control that made it all the more fun. Or maybe Theo’s tongue was just that effective. Regardless, Lomea closed her eyes and let herself savor the feeling.
Theo didn’t even notice the lamp short out. For one, she was too focused on what she was doing to Lomea. For another, feeling the emotions surging through Lomea also helped to distract her to all else in the world. All Theo was aware of was her partner, which is how it should be when having sex.
There was a rumble deep in Theo’s throat as she kept up the work her tongue and teeth were doing. She also started moving her fingers in and out of Lomea, curling them to try and find her spot. The nails of her other hand grazed their way along Lomea’s stomach.
The TV sparked next, Lomea’s hips bucking as she arched her back and dug her fingers into the bed to hopefully prevent a sudden surge of Force Lightning.
That would be a mood killer. Maybe. Lomea could think of a few fun applications for the ability, or she would if her mind wasn’t absolutely consumed with lust and desire. And there were other emotions besides. A deep, dark well within her, an aching loneliness at the heart of her.
The TV sparking only faintly registered in Theo’s mind, but again, she paid it no heed. She was too consumed with other things. She was going to shove Lomea off the edge, so to speak, and she added a little more teeth to Lomea’s clit. She moved her fingers harder and faster inside her.
Then there was that deep, dark well Theo could sense within Lomea. And an aching loneliness, one that Theo could relate to. She would never admit it, but Theo was lonely as well. It was completely of her own making, of course, but she also believed it was better that way. She didn’t have to open up to people and be exposed for being the freak that she was. And she definitely didn’t need a daily onslaught of emotions like she was currently getting from Lomea.
Though in the daily onslaught, it would be far more emotions than just those expressed during sex. And Theo was not interested in those. Or so she liked to try to convince herself.
Lomea could feel the pressure building up like a wave that was going to drown her. And she wanted to be drowned.
A can of beans in the kitchen suddenly compressed, crushed, and then Lomea came hard, crying out hoarsely as the onslaught overcame her.
Theo kept up her efforts through Lomea’s orgasm, not relenting one bit. And even after Lomea’s orgasm, she kept her fingers moving in and out of her, not intending to stop just yet. After all, Lomea wanted to be fucked, so Theo was going to gladly fuck her to within an inch of her life. She pulled her mouth away from Lomea’s clit, replacing her tongue with her thumb and she nipped her way up Lomea’s body until she captured the other lips with hers in a deep and searing kiss.
She could feel her own head spinning from what Lomea felt in the aftermath of her orgasm. And she loved every moment of that feeling.
It was exactly what Lomea had hoped for and expected, to be well and thoroughly fucked until the only thing she knew or felt was the sex and the emotions that seemed to richochet between them like bullets.
She wrapped her arms around Theo’s shoulders, returning the kiss with all the fire and lightning she possessed.
Theo was all too happy to provide sex. And she had stamina and could keep it up for a while. After all, sometimes Theo herself just wanted to get lost in the sex and related emotions to the point of being able to block out everything else.
She groaned into the kiss, meeting that fire and lightning with her own fire and passion. She added a third finger inside of Lomea, more than happy to keep fucking her.
“Don’t stop.” An order, not a plea, growled out as though she were in command of armies instead of laying on a woman’s bed with her thighs wrapped around her waist and her lips bruised from kissing. She kissed her again, harder and with more intensity.
Theo was definitely going to be sporting bruises and marks in the morning, but she welcomed them. Though she’d make sure that her younger siblings didn’t catch sight of her until said marks healed. Theo didn’t want Nell to get the idea that she might have a girlfriend or anything. Because she most certainly did not have a girlfriend.
As such, she was all too happy to oblige the command, moving her fingers harder into Lomea. She rocked her hips against her as well, her skin sliding against Lomea’s in the process. It was a sensation that she revelled in.
Lomea cursed, half a ‘fuck’ and half a ‘kriff’ though she hoped Theo didn’t ask her to explain what kriff was. Her body shook as another climax hit her and then she grasped at Theo’s arm, almost like she was tapping out. Only Lomea didn’t surrender or tap out. Even if that’s exactly what it was.
She was pleased when she got Lomea off again. Though when Lomea grasped at her arm, Theo understood the meaning behind it and she obeyed, slowing and then finally sliding her fingers out of Lomea.
“That was delightful,” Lomea exclaimed in what was probably the largest understatement of her entire sex life. Propping herself up on her elbows, Lomea kissed Theo again, and then nuzzled her jaw. Her hand trailed down Theo’s arm, then back up again, moving in some kind of pattern that was only understood by her.
“You may have earned yourself a proper tongue lashing.”
Theo returned the kiss. She shivered a little under Lomea’s touch, and also at the promise of her words. A new sense of anticipation coursed through her. “I have to say, I do love a good tongue lashing.”
“Some things are easier to discuss between the thighs,” Lomea suggested, eyes twinkling darkly. She flipped them suddenly, as though invisible hands had helped maneuver Theo around. Lomea straddled her, gazing down in triumph.
“I very much agree,” Theo responded. She couldn’t help but chuckle a little when Lomea flipped them without warning. She gazed up at the beautiful woman, giving her a sultry smile. Theo relinquished being in control, but that by no means meant she was going to be passive. Theo was never one to be passive in any aspect of her life. Least of all during sex.
She trailed her finger tips along Lomea’s thighs, tracing little patterns along the skin. There was a sense of heightened anticipation in the air, and it only served to arouse Theo even more.
Every place that Theo touched made her skin catch fire. She looked down at Theo, leaning down to stroke her breasts and then close her hands around Theo’s throat. Lomea felt something then, something through the Force and she reached out.
Theo groaned at the touches to her breasts. She arched into Lomea’s touch and closed her eyes. The hands around her throat caught her by surprise, and there was a momentary panic as her eyes flew open. Her nails dug into Lomea’s hips in response, but her panic subsided as she didn’t sense that Lomea wanted to actually kill her. She seemed to be curious currently.
Lomea waited for Theo’s panic to subside, eyebrows raised, before she smiled and squeezed once, just to experiment. One hand trailed down and squeezed a breast as she did so, as though she were trying to associate pleasure to what she was doing. “Shall I stop?”
It was polite to ask, after all, especially with a reaction like that.
While Theo didn’t normally trend towards breath play, or the kinkier side of BDSM, there were times when she was definitely into it. And sometimes she needed more of a release than just sex could provide her. When Lomea squeezed her throat, then squeezed a breast she groaned and arched into her touch.
“No,” she responded, gazing up into Lomea’s eyes. Her eyes had darkened from lust, and she needed something more. She needed an outlet for the emotions that she’d kept bottled up inside.
And this was the perfect outlet.
Lomea seemed to know what she was doing, how to cut off enough air or apply enough pressure to bring pleasure and just dancing on the right side of danger. And while she did that, she slid her other hand between Theo’s legs, timing the breath play with stroking her clit, with sliding her fingers in and out. And she used the Force to sense just how far she could go with this -- and then go just a centimeter further.
The combination of breath play and the hand between her legs sent a bolt of lightning to the pit of her stomach. Theo attempted to moan, but due to the breath play it came out more like a rumble in her chest. She kept her fingers trailing along the skin of Lomea’s thighs, partly because of wanting to touch her, but also in part to simply ensure that this all stayed as breath play and she didn’t go getting the urge to actually kill Theo.
As it was, Theo’s senses were heightened, and her arousal only grew under this beautiful woman’s touch.
When Lomea was going to kill someone, they typically knew it, because she typically broadcast it well ahead of time. And then savored it.
No matter how much light she might have absorbed, no matter how often she pushed and prodded for reform and to make the world a better place, no matter how balanced she might be, she was still Sith. She reveled in the kill, in violence, swimming in the Darkness of the Force like it was second nature.
Pleasure. Passion. Hallmarks of the Sith, yes, but even the Jedi were guilty of such things; they merely pretended otherwise. This was neither light nor dark, it simply was.
And when Lomea pushed Theo over the edge, she leaned in and kissed her.
When it came down to it, Theo was probably more of a Jedi in terms of how she kept the toughest stranglehold on her emotions. But she also wasn’t against embracing passion and pleasure. She revelled in them, as it were. And with the breath play Lomea was engaging in, it helped Theo let go of the things she’d kept a stranglehold on up to this point.
Pleasure and passion enveloped her, and she writhed under Lomea until her orgasm ripped through her as she was shoved over the edge. She returned Lomea’s kiss deeply and fiery.
Lomea brought her down with gentle strokes and caresses of her fingers, and loosening her grip on her throat. And then she, perhaps unexpected even to herself, pulled Theo against her, arms around her and chin on the top of her head.
Theo groaned as she came down from her orgasm. Though it was a little odd when Lomea pulled her into her arms. Theo was not a hugging type of person. The only person she tended to voluntarily hug was her younger sister Nell. Everyone else had to ask for it. But even so, she didn’t pull away from Lomea, instead she was tempered by the post-orgasm buzz she felt. She slid her hands around Lomea’s back, running her finger tips along her skin and returning the embrace.
Lomea told herself she mostly just wanted some skin contact. There was a certain kind of high one got from the warmth of another woman’s body and the skin pressed against hers. She returned the caress of Theo’s back and “mmmmed” just a little bit.
“Well that was enlightening.”
Theo certainly had to agree, sometimes there was a definite high feeling someone’s skin pressed against her own. And at the moment, for the first time in a while, Theo actually felt warm. The normal cold she felt here was cast aside, and she decided to revel in the feeling.
“Was it, now?” She murmured in response.
“Very much so,” Lomea said. She stroked her fingers down Theo’s side, closing her eyes and listening; to Theo’s pulse, to the Force around her, to the whispers that seemed to be all around them. Death seemed to be all around them.
Theo hummed in response, shivering lightly as Lomea’s fingers stroked down her side. She trailed her fingers along Lomea’s spine, drawing in a slow breath. Lomea was correct, death was all around them. Death had marked Theo at a young age, both in her waking life and in her Dreams.
Lomea sat up, stretching lightly, then slipped out of the bed, though she moved slowly, almost as if giving Theo a chance to stop her. Like some kind of test, or power display.
Now, Theo was definitely the clingy type, or even really the dating type since she tended to run hot and cold with people, but when Lomea slipped out of bed, she found that she didn’t want her to leave yet. “Going so soon? We only just got started,” she stated as she rolled onto her side and propped her head up as she gave Lomea sultry gaze. Theo could certainly go for more sex if Lomea was game, though she didn’t physically reach out to grab the other woman’s wrist.
She didn’t need to. Lomea stopped, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking back at Theo over her shoulder. “When you put it like that, I can be convinced.”
Theo smirked a bit and shifted and crawled towards Lomea. “Oh good, because I’m definitely up for more,” she commented. “I was hoping that you were as well.” Theo was ready to pounce, but she also was curious if Lomea would pounce first. And that was actually a hot image.
There was also the fact that Theo wanted to continue feeling warm for a bit longer.
Studying Theo for a moment as she considered her options, Lomea turned around, crawling on the bed towards her. And then she pounced, pinning her to the bed, a hand on each shoulder and her nails digging in enough to leave marks. Her voice was a low, deep growl. “Worship me.”
Theo wasn’t typically submissive when it came to sexual encounters. She liked taking the lead and having control. But there were times when she wanted, and even needed, someone to take control away from her. So when Lomea pounced and pinned her to the bed, it was an intense turn on for her. She groaned, a shiver running through her at the feel of the nails digging into her shoulders. Theo loved that feeling, and she’d actually relish the marks that would be left behind.
The sensation made her feel alive.
“It would be my pleasure to worship you,” Theo responded throatily. She grazed her nails up Lomea’s sides.
Lomea grinned toothfully, and then leaned down and kissed her.