Jedao feels - caught, pierced, like the rare occasions he meets his match in dueling. He can see the desire shivering over Fives' face, feel the momentum of the moment, he wants - but that isn't an answer, he doesn't know if Fives can accept any of what he said, and - and - he leans closer, inch by inch, finally drops a kiss on just the corner of his mouth.

He's trembling, slightly, in Fives' hands, even as he cups Fives' cheek, steady and gentle.

"Ni kartayli gar darasuum, Fives. Ner'kar'ta. Ner'or." My heart. My life.