Pouting, playful and impatient, she did as she was told, slipping back from him and folding her hands demurely behind her back, inwardly informing the part of her that wanted him bound to her forever that if it had any chance of getting what it wanted, it was going to have to start exercising some restraint. If only he had not laughed at her shy attempt to explain bonding; if only he hadn't rejected the idea as preposterous, he would not be plagued with those doubts. He would know, the way she did, that only he would do for her for the rest of her life. However long that might be.
He wouldn't have resisted if she'd undressed him herself, but he was in a hurry to get his pants off and get into the shower before the water turned cold. Hastily unzipping and stepping out of his jeans and shorts, he tossed them aside to hang on the doorknob, not bothering to pick them up when they landed on the floor. He hopped on one foot at a time as he tugged off his socks and tossed them aside, as well. Once his pants were off, his desire for her was unmistakable.
Violet eyes watched him as he undressed, only a little amused by the awkward hop as he removed that last pair of clothing from his body. Only a little; what was clear on her face was admiration, appreciation, tenderness, desire. All the softness of a bonding with the harsh demand that it be made whole, conflicted in a face that seemed almost unnaturally beautiful. When, at last, he was bare to her gaze, her hands twitched out from behind her back, a hopeful smile touching her lips. "May I touch you now, Jake?"
"No," he replied with a teasing grin of his own, reaching for her hand and stepping into the shower, tugging her along behind him. "Come here," he said, stepping back into the cascade of water, letting it slide down over his chest and back.
Her face lit up in a grin to match his, a quiet giggle describing her movement as he took her hand and tugged her into the smooth curve of the bathtub. She hesitated just once, glancing to the shower above his head as he stepped backward, before the temptation of his body slick with water became too much for even the most rational fear to overcome. A soft gasp broke from her lips a second time as the water spray found her skin, as she stepped up close to him beneath the gentle artificial rainfall, trembling just a little at the erotic innocence of bodies touching without purpose, even for a moment. "I do not know which amazes me more," she murmured, daring to ease her arms about him as the water slicked her hair down her back, revealing the delicate points on the ears that marked her out so plainly as non-human. "That the water is warm ... or that you are so wonderful."
He reached around her to pull the shower curtain closed, sealing them inside the steamy shower. He tilted his head back a moment, pushing a hand through his hair as the water soaked him, before looking back at her with a small, sad frown on his face. There she was telling him how wonderful he was again, and yet, she hardly knew him. "You're the one that's wonderful," he told her, one arm snaking around her to pull her close and press a watery kiss against her lips.
There was something softer in the way she came to him, wanting to soothe the frown from his face, to reassure him that there were no lies in her as she spoke to him. She had not lied to him once, and yet he seemed so unwilling to believe her. But still the little half-elf was happy, eager, to be drawn up against his chest, to offer her lips to his kiss and pour her increasingly willing heart into a sharing of something that was steadily becoming more than mere physical satiation on her part, at least.
As much as he didn't want to admit it, he was slowly losing his heart to her, or maybe it was quickly. Though they'd only been together a few hours, it seemed so much longer, almost as if they belonged together, as if they'd been waiting all their lives for each other. He wasn't sure he believed in love at first sight or in true love, but there was definitely something going on between him that he couldn't quite explain. But this was not the time for talk; there would presumably be time for that later. "Leia," he whispered, taking a soft breath, almost pleading with her as his heart pounded faster. He was supposed to be showing her what the shower was for, but instead, they'd become distracted yet again. She was going to be the death of him or something... or maybe he'd be the death of her. The hell with the showering. He wanted her yet again, unable to get enough.
Her hand crept from his back, rising through the steamy fall of water to curl to his cheek as he whispered to her, feeling his intake of breath cooling her lips as she breathed him into herself in return. She felt small, vulnerable, in his arms, but some part of her reveled in it, in the knowledge that here was the wish she had made all those years ago. The bond would become unbreakable within days, she knew, unless she stepped back from this precipice. But she couldn't stop herself. Her lips brushed against his as she answered him in the longing purr that he seemed to thrill to so easily, nudging the tip of her nose to his as she felt herself tremble against him. "Touch me, Jake."
He was touching her, holding her close, but somehow he knew that wasn't what she meant. She wanted him to touch her in other ways, ways that would make her tremble and moan and he was only too happy to comply. He was slowly becoming putty in her hands, wanting to please her in every way. He was close to losing his heart, and he knew if he stayed with her much longer, he would never want to leave. He wasn't the most skilled of lovers, but what he lacked in skill he more than made up for in effort. He reached for the bar of soap the motel had so kindly left for its guests, working up a lather in his hands before sliding his soapy hands over her body. Slick with soap and water, his hands slid easily over her, following the soft curves of her body, fingers plying her flesh in all the right places, studying her reactions and committing them to memory.
For once, she let him touch without touching back, savoring the warm slide of his hands over her slick skin, giving him everything he sought for and more. Purring moans spilled from her lips, gasps that told him where to linger, unexpected laughter when he found where her body was sensitive to the ticklish pass of his fingers. She gave him kisses in return each time he came within her reach, fully intending to return this tactile, earthy worship when her time came, but content to let him explore her once again in this sterile room of aquatic marvels he had shown her.
He would have been perfectly happy to touch and be touched, but something inside him dared to see just how far she'd let him go, and his fingers found not only the soft dips and curves of her body, but the places where he knew she was most sensitive, where he knew from past experience that a woman - elf or not - would be unable to resist. He found the sensitive tips of her breasts, his fingers teasing and nudging with eager interest, before moving on to an even more daring place. His touch was awkward, nervous even, trembling with desire as he tried to contain himself long enough to light her fire to a bursting flame of delighted pleasure before he thought of himself.
That patience, that startling self-control, was rewarded as she clutched at him, forcing her eyes to remain open, staring into his own; to show him not only the pure physicality of the pleasure he'd so unselfishly given her, but also the tenderness that rode it, daring to risk her heart in a glance as she shuddered and cried out for him and no one else. How could she ever prove to him that he was truth, and hope, and future to her, even if all that future held was a painful death in his absence? He would never believe her, too caught up in the now of his brief lifetime to understand the consuming connection that was forging itself as the hours went by.
If only he knew the depth of what she was feeling... but in a way he did. His soul cried out for hers, his heart aching to make a connection, his body already belonging to her. He knew no one would ever understand how he could possibly fall in love with someone he'd known for less than a day, but he knew that was exactly what was happening. There was simply no other explanation for it. He plied her flesh until he couldn't stand the torment any longer, pressing her body against the shower wall as he took her for the fourth time since they'd met. He tried to take it slow, but he could barely contain himself, nearly ready to burst before he'd hardly gotten started.
Small enough to be easily swept up and pinned back, Leia barely had breath to squeak a protest at the sudden chill against her spine, caught up in him all over again as he denied her the opportunity to return that soapy exploration of hands over flesh. Instead, she wrapped herself around him, lips finding his to demand kisses that burned as her hands clutched at his neck and shoulder, urging him on to the precipice and peak with every sound she could possible shower over him, anything to encourage and coax him to bliss in her arms.
As it happened, he needed very little coaxing, quickly rising to that peak and falling over the precipice, moaning beneath her kisses as his body trembled against her, heart pounding, feeling as though he was dying of ecstasy, but if he was dying, then at least, he was going to die happy. He broke her kisses to gasp for breath, blue eyes gazing into hers as if he was searching for something, some hint of what she was feeling, an answer to a question that was only asked with his eyes. Do you love me? He felt his chest constrict, even as the bliss pleasure of their lovemaking ebbed and flowed, pain mixed with pleasure in some sweet agony. How could he ever let her go now? How could he ever live without her?
Love was not a strong enough word for the thread that bound her to him now. It was more than love, more than a meeting of minds and hearts. It was a merging of souls, an inexorable bond that she could not prevent and would never willingly break. And it was something she could never hope to make him understand. The eyes he gazed into were soft and sad, pierced with affection deeper than love, struggling to hide the pain of despair. Her lips found his, her eyes closing, not wanting to torment him with the knowledge of her soul's growing unhappiness. He had to return to his people, he had made that very clear, and in his world, there was no place for her.
He saw the sadness in her eyes and assumed it was akin to his. Their love was doomed before it even had a chance to begin, it seemed. They were from two different worlds; she wasn't even human. How could it ever work? The only way it would work was if he was to stay here, wherever here was, but he wasn't sure he could. There were too many ifs, too many unanswered questions, and while he wanted to enjoy the time he had with her while he had the chance, he couldn't help dreading the thought of leaving her. He turned quiet again, as he had before, pulling her against him, just wanting to hold her close as the water tumbled over them both. He'd never felt like this before in all his life, and he didn't want the feeling to end.
Drawn into his arms once again, she nestled close, pillowing her cheek against his chest, drawing her arms about his waist as she breathed with him beneath the flow of water that was slowly growing cooler as the time passed them by. And finally, a thought occurred to her, the events of the past day ticking back to one pivotal moment that had sealed her fate. "How did you end up in that cell?"