Thread: [ the apprentice ] [ newblood x Niksis ]

Zyra had an aura to her that set her apart from the others who were returning from battle, many of them genuinely rookies in this fight. That undefinable thing was the Force, though she would certainly not allude to that when complimented. The dark haired woman reached behind her head to coil her fingers through her glossy black hair, needing to busy herself to quiet the conflicting pride and shame in her body. She was proud of what she had done, yet shameful that many people dedicated their lives to studying and honing the skills that had just fallen into her lap. She removed the ponytail and braids, shaking her hair out and tilting her head to the side to return a kind and practiced smile of gratitude to the pilot who praised her. She kept her stolen boots on her feet - she had no idea where her heels had gone - and kept the jacket she had found on. It was a size too big, but it was better than her leather bra and fishnet shirt. Even if she was now overheating. Zyra felt hands on her, not an uncommon sensation given that she was an exotic dancer by trade or.. had been?, and reacted as though she was on duty. Her motions were panther like, arms draping around the shoulders of the person who was dragging her along. A drink would be nice. She could use a shot... several shots, actually. The brunette thought back on the trooper who she had killed, the other troopers who Kylo had killed, the man who the troopers had killed for trying to save her. She had a lot of carnage on her conscious. They probably wouldn't be inviting her for mingling if they understood that she had a trail of bodies in her wake. She exhaled a steadying sigh and faked a smile. I'm just going to get cleaned up, I'll catch up with you later. Zyra lied smoothly. She had noticed that their Commander was gone. Again. The woman wove through the bowels of the ship until she found a room full of lockers and a row of showers. She rummaged through, finding men's training clothes. She piled them outside of the shower and turned on a stream of hot water, splashing against the cold tile of the shower and steaming the tiny cell almost uncomfortably. Zyra stood beneath the hot stream of the shower, closing her eyes and thinking back on the ethereal moment she had spent with her body pressed against his - she could recall the feel of his hot lips on hers, searing and enthralling. She remembered the luxury of his armor, the scent of the leather of his gloves around her throat. His fingers curling beneath her jaw, holding her in place. Despite the hot shower, she shivered. Zyra leaned her back against the wall of the shower, back arching, body aching as desire again gripped her. Her fingertips dragged up her taut tummy, head lolling back and eyes closing as she tapped into the memory, replaying it in her mind. Where are you..? She called into the universe, narrowing it down to the ship, sensing the general direction of his quarters, imagining her nose nestled beneath his cheekbone, her teeth grazing his neck. Could he really sense her as he had seemed to allude to? She sent her siren song out to him. Hot water splashed against her from above, her skin brightening from the heat. Her fingers trailed the rivers of water that kissed the hills and valleys of her body, shivering. I'll come to you, she screamed in her mind, hoping he could hear and make what meaning he wanted from it.