Tutorial ((RP for emperors_hand))

[the_starkiller]

Puffing out a breath, Galen dragged his sleeve across the perspiration on his forehead. He swallowed, throat a little dry, and it finally occurred to him just how thirsty he was. But he couldn't allow himself to reward his body's needs like that, not in the middle of training. That was how he had been taught, session after session and year after year under Vader's tutelage. Granted, the Sith Lord that he had served had turned out to be using his Secret Apprentice as little more than a hunting dog meant to flush out Vader's prey, but it had made him a skilled and powerful Force user.

Now, Galen meant to see if he could do the same.

Focusing his mind, he felt the crackling internal warmth of the Dark Side pushing back his fatigue. Galen thumbed the control on one of the training lightsabers he had constructed and watched as the bright red blade came to life with a familiar snap-hiss sound.

He turned to face toward the center of the training ring. There wasn't a lot of room for one in the ship's cargo hold, but it would do. R'alla was an entertaining and luxurious planet, but after a few days without contact with the Emperor, Galen had gotten restless. Training was his idea. He knew that Mara Jade had power in the Force that the Emperor had never even hinted to her about. She deserved to be able to use it.

Galen looked intently at the woman who, for the moment, was his trainee and not his lover, waiting for her to ignite the red blade of her own training weapon. "You ready?"

Not waiting for the answer, Galen lunged forward to strike.

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[emperors-blade.insanejournal.com]

He returned Mara's kisses with just as much need, just as much warmth. They were different than the desperate kisses of a few minutes before, and the way they held onto each other was not the same as then, either. Galen had no idea what to call it, or them, and he wondered if he ever would. All he knew was that they were joined and were meant to be joined, and not just physically.

Galen smiled and shook his head. "Not your life, lazy," he joked back at Mara. "I've still got a another round or two left in me."

Shifting slightly, a sharp ache shot through his knees and legs. Galen winced, then laughed at himself. "But not just now. Now, I think there's got to be something on this ship we can use as a soaking tub, if you want to join me."

[emperors-hand.insanejournal.com]

"Another round or two?" She teased back, amazed at how easily it came to her right after everything they'd just experienced together.

"Yes, I'll join you. Follow me, Padawan," Mara winked as she braced herself to stand up on wobbly legs and led Galen to another section of the ship, near her quarters, and started a make-shift tub for both of them to share. She got in first, then reached a hand out to Galen to slowly pull him into the warmth of the water, sighing as she leaned her head against his back and let her muscles relax.

Impulsively, she pressed a kiss to Galen's back, then rested her head there again before her eyes shut and Mara let herself drift away happily, sated, and aching for more...