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~~ Cold Fish and a Warm Heart ~~

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The mineral-laden seas of Heann'ah Prime were rich and salty, dark green, but clear as crystal. The fine black sand scoured from the eons-old volcanic outcroppings made soft beaches, which were scattered with white and pastel shells and fringed with tall trees which gave a shady respite from the sun.

There were soft breezes, and brightly coloured creatures flitted from branch to branch, squawking and cooing.

There were no sentient creatures, the world was young. The majority of life still swam in the oceans, some crawled, a little of it flew, but not much. The ocean deeps cradled monstrous and savage creatures of great strength and power, with massive teeth and claws, but they did not yet venture to the shallows or the beaches. They preferred the comforts of the cold deeps and the company of their own kind to the light of the sun and the warm beaches.

Usually....

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"Let me show you the delights of Heann'ah Prime." said the Sith Lord to his woman.  He was kissing her in his bed, stroking her, holding her in the crook of his arm.

How he loved her. He loved her above everything, this Jedi woman.  The woman who judged him not, who returned his love unconditionally, drank of his dark soul and gave him hers to keep.

She loved him deeply.  She made his soul sing, his body scream with pleasure, and his black heart leap for joy.

He did not think about his fortune, good or otherwise.  It was enough that she was here, that she gave herself to him, enjoyed him as he enjoyed her.  He had already lost her once, and until she returned, he had been like the walking dead.  He did not think about the horror of those times either.

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"Heann'ah Prime? Why not?" she said, as she outlined his patterned and smiling lips with her fingers, then kissed them, stroking his cheeks, his ears.

The Sith purred deep in his chest as he enjoyed the kisses, then he moved her under him, gently placed his knees between hers, and kissed her back, licking her lips, opening her mouth, teasing her.

Slowly, to savour every nuance of sensation, he pushed his body inside hers, closing his eyes, the better to use the Force to increase his awareness of her.  She was warm, tight, her womanly flesh welcoming and enclosing every inch of him.

He continued to kiss her, resting on his forearms, his tongue dancing with hers in a rhythm to match that of his hips as he thrust deliciously within her.  Every movement he made, she matched also, seeming to draw him deeper into her body each time.  She lost herself in it, took him to a place only she knew.  As their pleasure overtook them she arched her back, made a cry part-scream part-moan, and pushed his hips as hard as she could onto her own with her hands.

When her body was still again, and her heart did not beat so fast, she kissed his neck, made the little bites which he liked so much, started arousing him again with the hint of pain, wanting yet more of him.

He purred some more, talked to her in his own tongue, calling her 'rana na-gaiya' as he kissed and caressed her breasts, her nipples.  Then he used his rough black tongue on her belly, her hips, and further down, holding her still with his clawed hands as her body bucked in response to his teasing and licking.

When they were sated, they slept, her tucked against his chest, spooned into his body, her short black hair against his cheek.  She had her hand over his, which was cupped against her breast.

But the course had been set for Heann'ah Prime, and he dreamed of seducing her again, of taking her in a warm green sea under the stars, of her white creamy body stretched on fine black sand, reaching for him.....

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The sea was a fine clear green, and the fine black sand was good to sit on.  They left their tunics and other garments under one of the tall trees fringing the beach.  They left the light sabres there also.

When he saw her white body stretched on the fine black sand, his dream became reality.  He took her there, and again, until the tide started coming in and showered their murmuring entwined bodies with it's salty spray.

The hot sun on their skins drove into the sea itself, which bore them lightly, and allowed them to float on it's mineral-laden waters.  The waters were rich in small creatures which swam harmlessly around them  - he caught one, bit the head quickly from it, crunched on the flimsy skeleton, and ate it.  The taste was wonderful.  The body of it writhed reflexively as he swallowed, the movement intriguing as it slid down his gullet.  He caught many of these, fed some to his woman between his fangs, slipping the wriggling morsels into her mouth with a kiss.

Then they swam, the Sith floated on his back with the woman on her back on top of him, drifting with him.  As they floated he pleasured her some more, making them laugh, splash, she pushed him under thinking to cool his ardour a little, then she froze....

As the sea serpent reared over them, little eyes looking for the source of the noise, and the disturbance in the water.

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Quick as thought they consulted, parted, dived as deep as they could with smooth clean strokes, scything through the water like knives.  They were warriors, he was never weaponless, had a sharp and deadly knife strapped to his arm, but she had nothing.

And the serpent went after her, the slower of the two.  She twisted and turned in the water to evade pursuit, doubled back, dived deeper, but the sea-beast followed.

The Sith pursued them, overtook the serpent, and reached the woman.  Pushing her down he screamed, splashed, distracted the serpent and challenged it for it's prey.

It turned almost languidly, started circling him, the great length of it coiling and uncoiling as it turned to stare at him for a second, an eternity, then it reared back, hissed, and struck, the great maw opening, fangs like  his own, sharp and lethal.

But he was gone, was on it's back, and as it crashed into the sea was momentarily submerged by the turmoil, drowning and then coughing up salty water from his lungs.  Catching hold of a fin, he let the beast drag him with it.  Not seeing him now, the serpent searched again for the woman, it's great head swaying and turning over the waters.

A small respite - he used it well.  He used the Force, whispered to the serpent, made it forget thoughts of himself and the woman, made it circle thoughtlessly, inclining to the beach.

During this time, he filled his lungs again and again with the rich air, charging his blood abundantly with life-giving oxygen.  As the serpent dived for the last time, having no purpose now but wanting the company of its own kind, the Sith dived also, but deep, his movements obscured by the the creature's own.  Then he waited as long as he could near the ocean floor, motionless.

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The serpent, languidly coiling and uncoiling once more, made its slow way to the deeps, zigzagging its path from the beach.

When the danger was past he swam smoothly to the woman, putting himself between her and the deep, pulled her back to the shallows.  They rested on the beach as the sun started to set.

Heann'ah had no moons, but as the great drifts of stars appeared in the heavens, starlight lit up the sea and they went for one last swim.

The sea-creatures had a phosphorescence so they bathed in light, a greenish glow.  They caught the creatures again with ease and ate them with dispatch.

Loath to go from this flawed paradise, he took her in the water, rolling them, joined, over and over in the warm waters, gasping for both air and with the exquisite pleasure, intermingled, indistinguishable.

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 He gave her one last salty kiss as he touched her cheek, looking at her wonderingly.  Then he sighed, closed his eyes, and held her close with his head next to hers.  They must go.

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