[D4LE] A Warrior's Heart (CLOSED)

[Niall Organa]

When Aly returned to their shared quarters, she would not find her husband waiting for her. The lights were on, but he wasn't there. However, it didn't take much searching to find what he left behind, a small bundle of items on the bed:

A bottle of red wine.
An overly ornate knife in a sheathe.
A bikini made of some sort of fur.

And finally, a datapad with a simple message on it: "Guest wing (the route is clear)"

As it happened their room was right next to the guest wing.

[Alysele Organa]

Ohoho.

Aly smiled to herself. She took a quick refresher shower, then returned to dress up in the costume...she hoped it wouldn't be too itchy.

She grabbed the bottle and the knife and sauntered over to the guest wing.

[Niall Organa]

In fact, the garment was not itchy; it seemed Niall had splurged! Or, at least, spent more than they had on the squeaky catsuit.

The guest wing had a number of rooms in it. It was obvious which one Aly was intended to use. One door was marked with the Mandalorian portrayal of the Mythosaur skull, large and red. Besides that, the faint scent of incense drifted beneath the gap between door and floor, as well as the soft notes of some sort of primal music.

It seemed the stage was set.

[Alysele Organa]

In fact, the garment was not itchy; it seemed Niall had splurged! Or, at least, spent more than they had on the squeaky catsuit.

The guest wing had a number of rooms in it. It was obvious which one Aly was intended to use. One door was marked with the Mandalorian portrayal of the Mythosaur skull, large and red. Besides that, the faint scent of incense drifted beneath the gap between door and floor, as well as the soft notes of some sort of primal music.

It seemed the stage was set.

Aly, clad in her warrior goddess getup, followed the obvious sign.

"Oh. Oh no." Oh he has prepared. A wide smile appeared on her face. Grabbing her dagger and wine, she kicked the door in, ready for combat! Or wrestling. The fun kind.

[Niall Organa]

Niall, or the Mandalorian warrior he was portraying, jumped a bit as the door was rather dramatically opened; preparation could only do so much, after all! He knelt with his back to her on the far side of the room, in front of a low table with incense burning on it. At a glance, Aly could see that he was wearing the male equivalent to her outfit, furry shorts, furry pauldrons, with a few random pieces of fake armor strapped to his arms and legs. As armor, it seemed more than pointless, but it did display his form to good effect, anyway.

"So. You've come." Niall said, his voice deeper and rougher than usual, and with a hint of a Mandalorian twinge. He rose, turning to face her. For just a moment, his gaze swept her form, a smile touching his lips, before he adopted a stern expression. Facing her, she could see that the pauldrons buckled over his otherwise bare chest, otherwise very uselessly.

"And I see you've brought my knife." Niall said, nodding to it. "And the tihaar." He nodded to the bottle of wine, which definitely wasn't tihaar. "Are you returning the knife? Or do you intend to face me, Dacen Stormheart, in the Ritual of Satisfaction?" Niall/Dacen spread his arms at this dramatic pronouncement, biceps flexing unnecessarily.

[Alysele Organa]

Ritual of Satisfaction? Really?

Well...time to see if the Ritual is worth its name.

"Ha! I...Veraria Killerlegs, am ready to face any challenge you throw at me, Stormheart." She raised both her hands. "You think you can get your dagger back so simply? Well, show me what you have!"

[Niall Organa]

"Killerlegs?" Niall chuckled, but then his expression became serious once more. "Your family name fits you, Veraria." Dacen said, eying her figure once more.

Slowly, he nodded. "Soon, I will show you what I have. But first, we must complete the steps of the ritual. First, the shared tihaar." Taking the wine bottle, he smoothly uncorked, it, then poured a little in two glasses, also on the low table.

Smiling just a little, he offered her one of the glasses, then stepped closer, putting his hand on the curve of her hip. "As you know, it is tradition to stand very close while drinking the tihaar." Dacen said softly, even as he took his first sip.

[Alysele Organa]

"Of course, we must not break the steps of the sacred tradition, lest the spirits of ancestors loom over us in disapproval during the ritual." She glanced around....good, Niall has removed the picture of his grandfather from the room. That would have been awkward.

She placed her hand on his shoulder, and tipped the glass back a bit. "I have been waiting for this long, Stormheart." She started massaging his arm. "It has been a long time coming."

[Niall Organa]

In fact, all Alderaanian items had been removed from the room. Instead, Niall had interspersed candles, flowers... and had perhaps raided some sort of Mandalorian gift shop. While some of the items lining shelves and dressers looked appropriately realistic, the collection of Mandalorian bobbleheads placed on the bookshelf would probably not be used by an actual Mandalorian.

He smiled as she rubbed his arm. "Now, we must let our tihaar join." He murmured. Tilting his head, he brought his lips to hers for a kiss, slow and lingering.

As they parted, he smiled again. "It has been. I always knew we would face each other like this some day. That is why you took my knife, is it not, Killerlegs? To challenge me? To see what I could do?"

[Alysele Organa]

In fact, all Alderaanian items had been removed from the room. Instead, Niall had interspersed candles, flowers... and had perhaps raided some sort of Mandalorian gift shop. While some of the items lining shelves and dressers looked appropriately realistic, the collection of Mandalorian bobbleheads placed on the bookshelf would probably not be used by an actual Mandalorian.

He smiled as she rubbed his arm. "Now, we must let our tihaar join." He murmured. Tilting his head, he brought his lips to hers for a kiss, slow and lingering.

As they parted, he smiled again. "It has been. I always knew we would face each other like this some day. That is why you took my knife, is it not, Killerlegs? To challenge me? To see what I could do?"

Aly eyed the bobbleheads... was that a full Bobbing Fett collection? What the frick? Where did Niall get that? The little rascal.

Slowly, she turned back, accepting his kiss, responding with enthusiasm. "I took it because I could. Because you were careless. Because you..." She tilted her head, and flushed...sort of. It was pretty artificial. "I could take it because you did not see me. Did not notice me. Stormheart. You wounded me."

[Niall Organa]

Niall was a bit flushed as well, as it happened.

"... yes." He said in his Dacen voice. "I didn't see you. I was too busy seeking glory. Fighting megarancors. Maybe even a gigarancor, once." Yeah, why not. He nodded slowly, grey eyes on her blue, glinting playfully. "But now, you have won my respect, and I see you. All of you." His hand stroked up and down her flank.

He took a small step back. "As you know, the Ritual of Satisfaction must be completed without armor. Would you aid me in removing mine, as one warrior to another?" He had a random fake armor bit on one arm, one leg, and then the chest-strap pauldrons.

[Alysele Organa]

"Do you? Truly see me now?" She leaned in close. "Or do you just need someone for the Ritual, so you can unlock the Chamber of Challenges, to seek more glory? Am I just a pawn to you, Stormheart? Dacen?"

She turned away, holding the cup of winne-thingie in her hand. "You set a trap for me, but now, prove it. Take the first step." She turned back to him. "Take my armor off."

[Niall Organa]

Niall/Dacen took a deep breath. "You are wise, uh..." Shoot, what had she said her name was? Oh, right. "...Veraria." He said. "Very well then. We shall face each other in the Ritual of Satisfaction. And then, whoever triumphs shall win the right to enter the Chamber of Challenges." He smiled. "Or perhaps we shall enter it together."

Roughly, he tossed his empty glass into the corner; he made a mental note to clean that up himself later. Eyes on hers, he took another deep breath, stepping closer, his arms encircling her. "But first, I shall do as you ask." He whispered, his breath hot on her cheek.

Slowly, almost teasingly, he removed her 'armor', first upper, then lower. "There." He whispered again, running his strong hands over her bare form. "Now you are ready to compete."

[Alysele Organa]

Niall/Dacen took a deep breath. "You are wise, uh..." Shoot, what had she said her name was? Oh, right. "...Veraria." He said. "Very well then. We shall face each other in the Ritual of Satisfaction. And then, whoever triumphs shall win the right to enter the Chamber of Challenges." He smiled. "Or perhaps we shall enter it together."

Roughly, he tossed his empty glass into the corner; he made a mental note to clean that up himself later. Eyes on hers, he took another deep breath, stepping closer, his arms encircling her. "But first, I shall do as you ask." He whispered, his breath hot on her cheek.

Slowly, almost teasingly, he removed her 'armor', first upper, then lower. "There." He whispered again, running his strong hands over her bare form. "Now you are ready to compete."

Aly smiled. "Now that is the change I was looking for, oh Heart of Storms, Rider of Rancors, Slayer of....Straws." She leaned in, allowing him to move forward with undressing her. Following that, she smiled once again, and started taking off his own armor. "What awaits us inside? Have you ever been there?" She threw her own cup after his...and hit one of the bobbleheads. It fell off. She winced.

[Niall Organa]

"Don't worry, they came in a box of a dozen." Niall whispered. Then he cleared his throat.

He shook his head. "I do not know. Wonders and honor beyond our reckoning." He smiled at her. "If we compete to a tie, we may both discover together."

And then he was as unarmored as she was. Niall/Dacen growled, arms tightening around her, pulling her against his bare chest. "It is almost time for the ritual to begin. There is one final rule. We must remain touching until the ritual is complete, or both of us forfeit. Dishonor everywhere. That'd be, uh, super bad." It always got hard for him to remember his lines at this point...

[Alysele Organa]

Aly/Veraria smiled. "I would not wish to bring dishonor to your rancor."

She smiled, and moved close. "Whoever hugs the hardest, eh?" Her hands slowly spread all over his body.

"The ancient Chamber of Challenges, eh. The highest glory among our people." She leaned in for a kiss.

[Niall Organa]

"Please." Niall murmured. "My megarancor."

"Something like that." He growled, countering her rubbing the only way he could; with rubbing of his own! His lips parted into the kiss, more intense than before. "There's a number of ways to judge. Perhaps whoever pins the other is the victor."

He looked at her, his gaze intense. "Are you ready for the Ritual of Satisfaction to begin?" He was pretty obviously ready.

[Alysele Organa]

"Please." Niall murmured. "My megarancor."

"Something like that." He growled, countering her rubbing the only way he could; with rubbing of his own! His lips parted into the kiss, more intense than before. "There's a number of ways to judge. Perhaps whoever pins the other is the victor."

He looked at her, his gaze intense. "Are you ready for the Ritual of Satisfaction to begin?" He was pretty obviously ready.

"The Megarancor is your penis?"

She could not hold back the chuckle, but managed to hold it in. Mostly. Or maybe not at all?

"That is one way to judge. But I hold for a different way. A more ancient way. Some could say the oldest way." She leaned in once again. "We follow the Ritual of Satisfaction. Until submission. Or until neither of us can make a move."

[Niall Organa]

Niall, on the other hand, definitely couldn't keep from snorting laughter. "Please, please don't let that catch on."

But then, hearing her go on... Niall/Dacen took a deep breath, his gaze growing hotter as he put his arms around her. "I accept your terms, Veraria. Until one of us submits. Or we are both thoroughly satisfied..."

He leaned in, bringing his lips to hers...

/ftb