Post by challoa on Jun 3, 2005 20:35:58 GMT -5
The trickling drop of first rain made its way down her lush green face. It started from the rim of her left Lekku. A splash softly spread water vapor across the top of her smooth head. The drop formulated and started the journey downwards. Her skin, green as the Nabooian grass on a warm summer's mist evening, glistened as the raindrop moved onwards. It scurried down her left temple, and past her crystal blue eyes. They gazed at him with such clarity and intensity. It was as if the force itself was staring him in the face, and beckoning him closer to its immense power. Deroga pulled away his keen glare from her eyes and found the drop leaving her cheek. A band of freckles surrounded the steadily narrowing water droplet. He thought the drop might surrender to the ambush of the lightly dotted freckles, but it kept moving downward. Her lips pouted in a plush red coloring, brought on by the warmth in her face. The crimson red seemed almost to ignore the clear water stream running down her angelic face. His eyes tried to leave the outreaching invite of her twi'lek lips, and caught the droplet as it hit the lower side of her chin. It came to a halt and began stretching with the pull of gravity. It teased him with a slow and endless expansion of the moisture leaving her jaw. The droplet broke off, leaving her face, and Deroga knew: he was in love.
Her pulse was racing. She couldn’t even remember how she got here. She just knew the most beautiful man she’d ever laid eyes on was standing close enough to feel his breath on her skin. She could feel his stare burning across her body. Nobody had ever looked at her that way before, as though he was looking straight into her soul. Those eyes, a huge sad sea of green, tore away from her gaze and fell on her lips. She wanted to wipe away the drop dangling there but he seemed to be staring so intently. He didn’t even seem to notice the water streaming down from his long mane across his chest. And oh that chest, so strong and inviting. She wanted to reach out, to take him in her arms, but his gaze had her planted, unable to move. She felt the drop move down from her bottom lip and hang from her jaw, and when it dropped she saw something change in his eyes. It left her feeling stunned. Challoa knew: he was the one.
Her pulse was racing. She couldn’t even remember how she got here. She just knew the most beautiful man she’d ever laid eyes on was standing close enough to feel his breath on her skin. She could feel his stare burning across her body. Nobody had ever looked at her that way before, as though he was looking straight into her soul. Those eyes, a huge sad sea of green, tore away from her gaze and fell on her lips. She wanted to wipe away the drop dangling there but he seemed to be staring so intently. He didn’t even seem to notice the water streaming down from his long mane across his chest. And oh that chest, so strong and inviting. She wanted to reach out, to take him in her arms, but his gaze had her planted, unable to move. She felt the drop move down from her bottom lip and hang from her jaw, and when it dropped she saw something change in his eyes. It left her feeling stunned. Challoa knew: he was the one.
