#thralani

Gift for @ele-millennial-weirdo 😘😘😘😘

Thrawn x Ar'alani

Ziara opens her eyes, in the comfort of her own room. The fake sun pierces through the heavy curtains and illuminates the bedroom of a shiny ray, illuminating her stone fireplace and bookcase. She yawns and stretches all her body with a satisfied sign as her spine pops. Her eyes lazily travel over her different possessions until finding her clothes and undergarments on the floor. She frowns and looks under the cover to realize she’s naked. She also notices a pair of arms circling her waist and tummy and feels a presence behind her back. 

She turns her head to see Thrawn, sleeping peacefully, as naked as her.

She turns towards him, observing his resting face, his deep and peaceful breathing, his disheveled hair as the memory of the previous night came back.

That was the night of excitement and wonders he once promised to her.

She traces his features with the tip of her fingers, lightly grazing the lines of his face.He slowly opens his eyes and meets hers. She blinks and a thin smile crawls on her face.

“Hi.” She whispers.

“Hi.” He responds in the same tone.

He seizes her hand caressing his face and kisses her palm before squeezing it lightly. The Irizy syndics are already not happy she brought a Mitth in the main homestead of the family, if they knew their Blood Irizy slept with him, in HER bed… She can’t imagine the heart attacks.

And frankly she doesn’t care.

Nothing could take that from her, this night and morning are theirs and theirs alone, no politics could soil them. They look into each other's eyes in silence, just smiling, the both of them. 

As he smiles, her smiles grow larger, and then his grows larger, ect… Until her smile gets replaced by a giggle that he imitates. They laugh under their breath for a full minute until they lack air.

“Why are we laughing?” Thrawn asks, panting

“I have no idea.” She answers, trying to get back her breath. “I just… feel good.”

He nods.

“Me too.” he squeezes her hand again and she intertwines their fingers.

“Last night was…” She starts but can’t find a good adjective.

“Experimental?” he proposes

She considers it, licking her teeth.

“You know what? Strangely yes! It was experimental. But it was also great.”

“Thank you, I did my best.”

She pinches his cheek

“Hey! Are you implying I didn’t do my best?” She teases.

They sigh deeply into each other's eyes.

“It was my first time.” She confesses “I hope I was up to it.”

He shruggs.

“I do not know, I have no one else to compare you to. In my eyes you did good.”

“Thank you.” Somehow, knowing it was his first time too is comforting. “I didn’t guess you would be such a… devoted partner?”

“Was it too much?” he frowns

“No, no, no. I liked it.” She encourages. 

She puts her forehead against his, squeezing his hand.

“I hope it’s early.”

“Why?” he wonders.

“Because you need to get back to your guest room. If they find you in my bed, I can’t guarantee your life.” She explains.

“Oh.” He lets out before closing back his eyes and burying himself a bit deeper into the covers “Then it would have been worth it.” He brushes his nose with hers. “Five more minutes…” he negotiates.

She smiles and presses herself against him, putting her head on his chest, he circles her form with his arms and presses her tighter.

A gift for @anastasiiaosypova! Happy birthday!

This one is a collective idea by @heumilch and me.

We hope you like it.