Ever Yours by Aya aka TIK

Gods he's beautiful, she thought as her stylus scratched over the parchment. Clad only in her outer robe, she sat across from him, watching him while he slept, attempting to capture this moment in time with the swift strokes of her pen. The morning sun played on his bare skin, casting dim shadows across his body. He looked much younger in his sleep, his long lashes still on his smooth cheeks. His lips were slightly bruised red from his night with her. She smiled, knowing hers were too. His sandy hair was slightly tousled, having escaped the tight ponytail he always wore. The thin braid hung softly from behind his ear, falling gracefully across his neck, the tail resting carefully on his chest.
The sun was warming him now, his sleek muscular body. He reminded her of a hunting cat, sleek and powerful, even at rest. His chest rose and fell rhythmically with his breathing, his flat nipples slightly hard in the cool morning air. One arm was flung over his head carelessly. The other lay at his side, ready, waiting for her to come back to bed. She slept in those arms last night, woke up in them this morning. They were strong and gentle, powerful and comforting. Looking at the sketch, she made sure it showed that.
The ivory sheets barely covered him, tangled around his legs, falling teasingly across his hips. She reminded herself he has a mole on his left hip, and remembered the lavish attentions she paid it last night and the soft masculine laughter that escaped his full lips as she did. Moving across his body, she saw the thin trail that ran down his flat stomach to a place now hidden by the sheets. She thought about moving the sheet; it would just take a wave of her hand. But she didn't want to disturb him. He needed to draw him just as he was at that moment.
His long legs moved softly against the bedding as he shifted a bit in the sun. She looked at him again, breathless from his sheer beauty, wishing she was the sunlight washing over him then, warming him. His eyes fluttered open then. He looked at her and with a sensual smile, "Good morning."
She met his gaze, knowing he saw the desire in her eyes. "Good morning."
He rolled fully on his side, propping himself up on one arm. "May I?" he said glancing at the page she held. She smiled shyly and walked to the bed, sitting on the edge. He sat up, looking over her shoulder at the drawing. He was stunned by the beauty of it; embarrassed that it was how she saw him. He eased the robe from her shoulders, kissing her soft skin gently. "Will you do one for me? Of you?"
She looked at him, blushing. "I can't, not like this," she said, gesturing to the parchment.
"Why not?" he asked gently, removing her robe, pulling her into his chest.
"Because I don't see myself like that," she whispered.
"But, I do," he murmured in her hair.
"How?"
He took her hand and stroked it with his cheek. "Like this," he said, gazing deep into her eyes. Suddenly she saw herself, wrapped in these sheets, kneeling on this bed, calling him. Her hair fell over one shoulder, her braid over the other. The sun warmed her skin, making it glow in the morning light. She smiled for him as he approached, taking her in his arms and laying her back on the bed…
She took another piece of parchment and began to draw. For him this time. He inscribed hers, "Love, Ben." She finished this drawing, knowing she'd paint it for him and inscribe it, "Ever yours, Shara."


DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction written in appreciation of Star Wars; to promote the franchise and to keep it alive. All characters and settings original to Star Wars are copyright to Lucasfilm, Ltd. The rest is copyright to the author