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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Nov 10, 2012 23:32:28 GMT -5
Ervisa Therani grinned broadly, her cigar positioned jauntily between her lips, and a gleam in her grey eyes, the blue flecks shimmering with delight and a rare joy. For once she was genuinely happy, ecstatic even.
The cause wasn’t wealth or love, but rather success. The Mirialan woman had just made it through her first space battle, and she was now safely back in her own quarters, unscathed in the fray. What’s more, it was victory. The good kind of surviving a battle, not the kind resulting in guilt and shame, or the desire to hide your face behind a book so no one could recognize you.
Besides, even if it had, why wouldn’t she want to show off her face? She felt especially sexy now, thoroughly alive, and now she felt was the perfect opportunity to feel like a woman, to let out all that sexy in a bubbling mass of general sexiness.
The general target of her affections this time, as it had often been every few days since they’d crash-landed in the Jungle, was Horst Stellar, her fellow officer in Spearpoint. He was, in her opinion, pretty awesome in bed. She’d been in just about every bed in this side of the galaxy. Or, candidly, any side of the galaxy short of the Sith Empire. Regardless, she was qualified to say he was pretty good at the horizontal hula.
Admittedly most men thought they were better at it than they actually were, but Horst was actually pretty good. A solid A if she was grading him, which she wasn’t particularly. Sex was sex. Good was good and great was great, but she wasn’t going to complain about not getting the Ritz treatment when all she needed was the bottom-line.
The Mirialan woman smiled seductively as she poured from a bottle of premium gin she’d purchased, filling up two glasses with the aromatic liquor, making sure Horst got a nice view of her posterior.
It helped that she was wearing specially-purchased lingerie for the victory, a black and blue attire, consisting of a corset, garters, and fishnet stockings that she’d estimated were guaranteed to drive her lover wild.
Her hair was let down out of its braid, and that was saying something, as she rarely took her hair out and let it flow freely. Now it was like a curtain of night however, and she let it all out, pretty confident that she looked hot She was hoping the words ‘green goddess’ might describe her.
Ervisa took one glass and handed it to Horst, lowering herself down onto the edge of her bed and sipping her alcohol, the second glass she’d had this evening. Now she had a pleasant warmth and tingling sensation to her skin. She felt great, ready for love, ready for anything.
The emerald-skinned woman smiled suggestively.
“How do you feel being a big hero Horst? Got to be star of your own little ground campaign, kick some ass, command some men. And then there’s the swag, and don’t forget the beautiful girls.”
Her voice was a veritable coo, like a dove making its opinions known. The look on her face was complete seduction, enticing and thoroughly suggestive. To be honest, it was a miracle she hadn’t already started to kiss him or pull him down onto the bed with her.
“Yes, a real hit with the ladies. Bet they all want to take you to bed, so I suppose I’m lucky I found you first.”
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Post by Fromikeable on Nov 11, 2012 16:41:08 GMT -5
Horst stood leaning against the head board of the bed, puffing a rich cigar with a look of utter triumph. He took a long draw of the thick smoke, allowing it to fill his mouth and wash over his nasal receptors and taste buds. He didn't usually smoke, but this was a special occasion, and when Ervisa had broken out the good cigars, he couldn't resist.
He finally exhaled, letting out a small cloud of smoke. "Ahhhhhh."
Horst Stellar felt ready to take on the world. He was in one of his determined moods; he felt like he could have wrestled a Rancor to the ground with his bare hands, destroyed an armata with a peashooter, and saved the damsel in distress all without batting an eye.
He rechecked that list; Omega Squad had basically taken out the Sith equivalent of a Rancor's worth of Sith troopers and sailors, the Spearpoint fleet had taken down a Sith frigate, and while she wasn't quite in distress, he had one hell of a damsel before him bending over in sexy lingerie pouring him a good drink.
I don't think it gets any better. If it did, Horst couldn't imagine how.
Ervisa returned to him in a saunter that made her line of thinking pretty damn clear. Taking the drink, Horst raised an eyebrow and grinned, taking a sip. The gin was incredibly smooth, and yet even richer than the cigar.
That made him grin even more.
Ervisa was looking especially spectacular this evening, and Horst definitely noticed. Between the clothes (if lingerie that revealing counted as clothing), the look on her face, and the tone of voice, he was drawing on a large amount of self-control not to simply chug the drink, toss the glass to the side, and tackle her in a fury of hormones. When she actually cooed a bit with her speech, he couldn't help but grip the headboard a little harder, trying to latch himself onto the solid object in hopes that it might anchor him.
Still, he couldn't help but chuckle at her words a bit. They put him in an even better mood. "Yeah, ladies 'er practically linin' up outside, ain't they?" Allowing himself a soft chuckle, Horst sat next to Ervisa, sitting in a pose that allowed his bulging arms to demonstrate how hard he worked at being a powerhouse. He glanced at Ervisa with a playful look, giving the impression that he was feeling a little dirty himself. After all, there had been a good chance of him dying this morning; why shouldn't he live it up a little?
"Still, ain't anythin' in comparison with a certin' green pilot we know. Ya' know, the one that blitzed a frigate? Bet she could have aaaaaaaaaaaaaany guy in camp." He laughed again, but his own words struck a certain chord with him. His "joke" was a little closer to the truth than he'd intended. Ervisa could have any guy in camp, and from what Horst had seen they weren't exactly in anything exclusive.
That reminded him that this was more casual than he'd like to think. That he was being used for his body. In a way he found that hilarious, but in another he couldn't help but dim his grin a little, taking another nice, long draw from his cigar before taking another sip from his gin.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Nov 11, 2012 17:11:25 GMT -5
"Yes, she could," Ervisa confirmed with a sly smile.
There weren't exactly a lot of women in Spearpoint. It was a complete and utter sausage-fest in fact, but that meant the Mirialan pilot could have her pick of every single man in the base. However there were also a few little inconveniences, little things that got in the way.
She was an officer, and they had these rules about fraternizing that she disliked, which meant she was narrowed down to fellow officers. Of those officers, there were a few she genuinely didn't like, and many more who weren't that attractive in her eyes. Admittedly though, what she was looking for was simply muscles and male parts. Nothing more and nothing less.
Realizing it would probably be a good idea to assuage Horst's likely insecurity over the thought that his sex partner could be going anywhere for her needs, Ervisa spoke to him, keeping that seductive tone in her voice.
"But she's not. She's found her partner, and she's sticking close by him."
Ervisa leaned forward towards him, hovering just a few inches away from his face and flashing him 'the look.'
"Because he satisfies her. And not many men can."
The Mirialan drew herself away again and let the liquor slide down her throat, feeling the warm burn that tingled all around body. Then she took a puff of her cigar, rolling the spicy tabac smoke around her mouth before blowing it out slowly to the side.
Normally she was more direct and to the point when it came to sex, but she was actually enjoying this roundabout way, this teasing. It made her feel vividly alive, confident and beautiful. It empowered her. When she turned on the sex appeal, it made her feel gorgeous, and she liked that feeling.
There was also the promise of indiscretion hanging in the air, an almost tangible sensation that she thrived off of.
Ervisa set her cigar down on the ash tray, placing her empty glass next to it, and swung her long legs up onto the bed, practically flaunting them to Horst, signaling the time was drawing near.
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Post by Fromikeable on Nov 11, 2012 18:33:47 GMT -5
Horst swirled his drink in it's glass, dwelling on the idea that he was really just some random shmuck in a lucky place. A lot of guys in camp were just as ballsy as he was, just as much of a brute as he was, or both. Really, Ervisa was a catch, and the Engineer couldn't help but feel like he was simply the first piece of meat to catch her eye.
So what was keeping her from finding another cut to sink her teeth into?
To be fair, what she had said did make him feel a little less paranoid. Horst didn't chalk himself up to be much in bed; he got in and did what was done in bed, simple as that. Therefore he threw a little doubt on the statement, but ignored it; he had bigger problems than feeling the need to compensate (not that he particularly needed to from a physical standpoint).
He didn't argue much with her second point though. Horst had learned enough about Ervisa to know that whenever she came to the market, she brought QUITE the demand. He liked to think that he filled it, and apparently she said he did, but again a little doubt was thrown on the matter. It wasn't what bothered him.
"Yuh-uh. Be honest Ervi, you'd jump ship the moment a nicer lookin' fella' came around who could do what I do better." The words weren't particularly sad, but Horst couldn't help but frown a bit, obviously displeased by the facts. What was stopping her from finding someone else beyond variety? Lethargy?
Rough and impersonal though he was, Horst just couldn't shake the feeling that he should at least know the person he was banging every other day. Ervisa liked to call them friends with benefits, but Horst wondered if they even knew enough about each other to be called friends.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Nov 11, 2012 21:26:20 GMT -5
Ervisa stared blankly at Horst. Then she flopped back onto the bed and rubbed the intersection of her nose and her brow, silently wondering what exactly was going on here.
She'd splurged for cigars and liquor, bought herself sexy lingerie, and she'd turned on the full charm. By all accounts he should have been happy as a clam and on top of her by now. Ervisa knew men reasonably well, she'd slept with plenty of them after all, and she was perplexed why a willing and able sexual partner would suddenly lose interest.
The Mirialan pilot sighed, rubbing her eyes.
"What are we, married?" She asked exasperatedly.
It was hard not to throw out some sarcastic and witty retort. He was being so stubborn and unreasonable. He knew fully what he'd agreed to, that their relationship was physical, friends with benefits bereft of love or emotional attachment.
Ervisa was content with that. She'd only ever loved one person, and now she just felt bitter over that. Her heart had grown anger over that, and the last thing she wanted now was to broach the topic of love again. Sad fact was, she was exclusive with Horst right now. No one else was in her bed every other night, no one else was intimate with her. She might as well have been married.
"Why do you even care what I do with my life? You're getting sex, and you don't even have to share me with anyone else. I could be having a different man every night, but I'm steady with you. But you're still not happy. What do you want from me?"
Ervisa groaned and massaged her temples, rising and pouring herself another glass of gin, which she took a long swallow of before she turned and faced Horst again.
"We've known each other for what, a month? Two? That should be long enough to know I'm not built the way you want. I'm not going to get swept off my feet, we're not going to move into a castle somewhere, and I'm definitely not going to be your new wife. I am what I am. Take me or leave me."
The emerald-skinned woman eyed the rest of the of gin into the glass, staring at the clear liquid with a look of ambivalence. This evening's alcohol had swiftly gone from celebration over a victory into a coping mechanism for stress, and she could feel her struggle with alcoholism coming back.
She downed the rest anyway and fished out a cigarette, adding nicotine to her system. Cigars were for celebration, cigarettes picked you up when you were in an argument.
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Post by Fromikeable on Nov 12, 2012 17:42:08 GMT -5
Horst initially felt a little bad that he was spoiling the evening with this talk again. He knew by this point that Ervisa wasn't about to start spilling the beans any time soon, and least of all to him. Still, a part of him got aggravated when she actually gave him an ultimatum. Nothing pissed him off like having his hand forced, especially when he was treading in waters he hadn't been in for decades.
"Who said anythin' about feet-sweepin' Ervi?" He grinned before his aggravation seeped out a little, carrying with it his thoughts. "And yeah, two months of foolin' around. We've got no idea who we're foolin' with though!" First came that compulsion for a least a little info. Horst didn't much like going to bed with people that he couldn't say he knew. Hell, he didn't like sharing a drink with people he couldn't say he knew! It bothered him that he knew people in Waypoint by this point better than he knew his girlfriend... or friend with benefits...
... Hell, that was another thing! "All I'm sayin' is that we've been doin' this like rabbits n' I don't know what ta' call it. Friends with sex? Girlfriend?" He threw up his arms, obviously a little angry. It bothered him that he couldn't put a name to it, especially with something so intimate. After all, why couldn't she just break down and tell him about herself? It was easy! He'd gotten the bare minimum out of her that one time they'd gone to Waypoint and crashed, but beyond that? They might as well have been strangers.
"I mean how hard is it ta' just talk a little?!" That was the tipping point. Horst was cooking in a nice rage now, obviously fuming a bit. He looked down at his glass with an expression that communicated his utter displeasure, and practically inhaled the drink, barely tasting it. He snuffed out the cigar and resisted the urge to toss it at something, his face visibly becoming red.
"Hells forbid I know ya' better than my crotch, right?"
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Nov 12, 2012 17:55:17 GMT -5
Ervisa took a drag on her cigarette and stared flatly at Horst.
She was neither amused by his emotions or sympathetic to his desires. She'd already come to the arrangement with him of no questions asked, and now he was trying to back out and alter the arrangement, which wasn't something the Mirialan woman was comfortable doing.
He wanted to get to know her, and she didn't want that, or even to get to know him. She wasn't in it for romance, and she didn't have delusions of love. Ervisa simply wanted someone to share her bed.
"All right, fine then," The emerald-skinned woman said snippily as she set down her cigarette and started to pull on pants and a shirt, lacing up her boots swiftly. As soon as she was done, she rose and reclaimed her cigarette.
"I'll just find someone else. I don't need Horst Stellar."
Ervisa opened her door and slammed it behind her, stepping out into the night air and storming off as quickly as possible to avoid being followed.
The Mirialan woman headed straight to the airfield and boarded a helicopter headed for Waypoint, where she planned on drinking more before finding someone, anyone, and having her night of sex.
She just hadn't expected victory to leave such a sour taste in her mouth.
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Post by Fromikeable on Nov 12, 2012 19:46:08 GMT -5
Horst stood fuming as Ervisa quickly dressed. What did she mean she didn't need him?! What had this been then?! People didn't go exclusive just for the hell of it! Why would she even have bothered?! Why did HE even bother?!
He stood cursing under his breath as she walked out the door, unbelieving of what had just happened. SHE'D walked out on HIM?!
"Well I've got news for ya' lady!" he hollered, opening the door and watching her go down the hallway. "I swear I'll..." He paused, then grimaced and growled as he tried to think of something to say. Arguing had never been a strong suit of his, as he usually let his fists do the talking for him.
Frustrated, he slammed the door to her room and walked down the hall the opposite way, in a deadly mood. Coming to the end of the hallway, Horst practically barged through the door out into the open air, resisting the urge to punch it open. When it snapped back at him on its hinge, his resistance melted and he pounded it with his fist, sending it swinging outward quickly. He stormed out of it, not bothering to close it himself.
He didn't give much of a damn if the freakin' door never closed. What did he care?!
Horst paused for a moment, breathing heavier than he remembered breathing before Ervisa had left. What did it matter that she'd left? He'd suspected this anyway, hadn't he? Hell, he'd even said it! She would leave and chase down any old piece of tail. He was just a piece of meat...
... right? "BAH!" Horst would never understand three things: literature, discretion, and women.
Horst institutionally headed toward the hangars, biting his fist rather violently. By the time he was slipping into the huge metal building without a shred of control, knocking his shoulder into the door and cursing loudly, his fist had an obvious set of marks where his teeth were pressed against the skin.
When the LeFro'a triplets saw him, they wisely abandoned their tasks and allowed him a wide berth.
Horst picked up a tool box and trudged over to one of the choppers out of service for leave rides for the night. The pilot had reported an odd sound coming from the rotors, and the LeFro'as had already identified the problem as a rusted-out axle in part of the rotor system, which they had recorded on a small clipboard handing on the cockpit window by a bit of wire. Horst snatched the board up, snapping the wire as he did so. He quickly scanned the information before tossing the clipboard to the side, clambering up on the top of the vehicle thanks to a pre-placed ladder, and getting to work, unscrewing the bolts keeping the roof plating on.
He'd stay there and work for hours, forgetting his problems in a sea of wires, gears, and circuitry.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Nov 12, 2012 19:56:48 GMT -5
Ervisa Therani sat at the bar and thought long and hard about her life, staring at the full glass of amber whiskey she’d avoided drinking for long minutes. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to drink it, just that she felt like she was running by doing it. And she was sick of running.
Horst wanted a lot out of her, more than she thought she could give. He clearly wanted consistency and familiarity, to be best friends as well as having sex. And frankly, the Mirialan woman didn’t let people that close. It was against the nature she’d developed since one day on Felucia.
For all practical purposes, her life had ended that day. If she’d been stronger she might have been able to stay a Jedi, to be virtuous and pure, strong, devoted. But she wasn’t any of those things. Ervisa was no angel. She had no wings, and she sure as hell had no halo. She was a sinner, a down and dirty, rough and tumble woman. Alcohol was her closest friend, hell, the only decent one she’d had in seven years.
Admittedly part of that was her fault. She didn’t let anyone close enough to be a friend. Just acquaintances really. Pala, Morwynn, they’d just been associates. The only one she’d ever clung to was Asyr, and now she felt bitter just thinking about him. That had soured her pretty heavily on the idea of love.
Romantic ideal: You confess love, he reciprocates, you kiss, then you get married and everything is fine. Her own experience was a little different, in that he’d turned her down, boned a Zeltron down the hall, and then driven her to get high.
Then you lost everything and wound up a wh0re in the lower city, which was the side-effect of romantic ideals they never covered in holonet movies. Since then she’d been displeased with the idea of love as a whole. Ervisa was in it for the sex, feeding her addiction, dealing with her physical needs. And now her partner wanted more from her.
The emerald-skinned woman genuinely didn’t know what she was supposed to do.
She wasn’t cut out to be a good girlfriend, or Force forbid a wife. She was a home wrecker, the tramp you met in the bar and had a good night with, not the girl you took home to mom and dad. Why it was that Horst could even think of her as if she was the latter the Mirialan didn’t know.
And she’d dumped him now. That was the end of it, and she had to find some new sexual partner who wasn’t going to demand she be his girlfriend, or demand to know all about her past.
She was in Waypoint now, at the usual bar, and she was still wearing her lingerie underneath a more sedate pair of pants and a tank top. She had hopes it would still prove useful tonight, but the glum look on her face wasn’t too likely to attract men.
Ervisa downed the shot before her and tried to cheer up a little. It wasn’t the end of the world after all, she hadn’t loved Horst in anything more than a passing sense. She’d find a new man to fulfill her needs. Simple as that.
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Post by Ghostie on Nov 12, 2012 22:24:56 GMT -5
Ethan stumbled into The Green Dragon, leaving the now crowded Waypoint outside. Most of the organization known as Spearpoint was hitting the town tonight. They had their first successful raid, and those involved where taking some leave. There was drinking, eating, and flirting with the locals. Ethan had been in the center of the largest group, a couple of officers and and a ton of enlisted men. But now he needed some air from the crowd.
They really were a great bunch though. Humans to Trandoshans, former bounty hunters and smugglers alike. But one supply depot and a little blaster fire had turned them all into comrades. They still had their clicks and differences, but no group was perfect. At least they could have some fun together.
And they worked as a team. Ethan doubted that just any old rag-tag group could hit the Sith and get away with it. Probably why the Hutts hadn't bothered yet. They were slowly all becoming soldiers, no matter who they were. Ethan wasn't going to use the term “rag-tag” to describe them anymore.
And they had changed Ethan's mind about going up against the Sith. He wanted to hit them cause he thought they were wrong, and cruel, and bad. And for the fact that he could make quite a bit of money doing so. When Spearpoint formed, The Corellian started having people left and right tell him that such a plan was suicidal, that he'd never make it, and similar. As if they wanted to have Ethan fail.
But this group had shown him otherwise. The Sith weren't the high and mighty military they had been made out to be. They were mortal, like everyone else. And proving that, Spearpoint had set Ethan in a great mood, on a high mountain. Nothing could knock him down now.
As Ethan entered The Green Dragon, he found it surprisingly dead. Straightening his bomber-style jacket, Ethan looked around. He figured at least a group of his pirates would be in here. Only the Mirialan bomber leader, Ervisa, occupied the bar. Ethan found it surprising she was alone. Being one of the only females in Spearpoint, and a good looking one at that, he expected flocks of pirates to follow her around tonight.
He nodded at the Duros bartender, who was wiping a glass near the end of the bar closest to the door. The Duros almost never smiled, and he offered no emotion to Ethan but nodded back. The Captain brushed his red hair out of his eyes and sat down next to Ervisa. If the Spearpoint guys weren't all over her, well then, maybe he had a chance. Ethan was feeling good tonight.
“Heeeeeeeey Ervisa. Not out partyin', celebratin'?”
Something was wrong. Ethan might've only had one serious relationship in his life, but he had been with more women than that. It was the way she held herself, it was in her expression. And it was even more proven when she downed her drink. She definitely wasn't celebrating.
Dammit, of course you have to be upset now, don't you?
“Lemme buy a drink for the smooth pilot that blew that frigate, huh?”
Ethan motioned the bartender over. Trying to decide on a drink that he hadn't tasted yet tonight was hard. He'd go simple.
“Uhhh... two of whatever she's havin'. Add it to the tab.”
Ethan watched the bartender pour the two drinks and slide them across the table to the two pirates. He grabbed his the second in landed, and drained the glass.
“So, how's it feel to be the Hero? Or rather, Heroine?”
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Nov 12, 2012 22:41:33 GMT -5
Ervisa looked over at Ethan as he sat down, and she realized this was the first time she'd exchanged words with him since he'd recruited her. Sure, she'd seen him around now and then, but by and large she didn't interact with him. He was the commander as well, and he had to be high and mighty, separate and aloof.
Damned if that wasn't annoying.
Red hair, small beard, facial features a little sharp, like her, and grey eyes. Also like her, though admittedly her own had flecks of blue in them that seemed to sparkle. Still, they had some similarities, an Ethan wasn't much older than her, probably about the same age as Horst actually.
He was also obviously trying to flirt with her, and doing a pretty pathetic job of it at that. Somehow she doubted the man had done much of that recently, because he was rusty at best. Nevertheless, if he was interested...
The Mirialan woman did need someone to spend the night with now that Horst was out of the picture.
He asked her how it felt to be a heroine, and she had a response handy.
Ervisa reached out with her bare hands and held Ethan's face while she pressed her lips to his and made herself very familiar with his mouth. When she was finally done, she released him and sent a smile his way.
"Feels like that."
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Post by Ghostie on Nov 13, 2012 14:15:02 GMT -5
Ethan was more than surprised at Ervisa's sudden kiss. She grabbed him around the jaw and pulled him close. About half way through, Ethan was finally able to recover from his shock and kiss back. She finally pulled away, and Ethan didn't quite know what to say.
“Uh huh. Feels great, then?”
He had never talked to Ervisa besides the recruitment drive. And now they were kissing. Either she was really easy, his pathetic attempt at flirting and cheering her up had worked, or picking a girl up at a bar was easier than he had remembered. He was going to go for the first option though.
“That was... easier than I thought it would be.”
It was then that a group from Spearpoint barged through the door. It was the larger group Ethan had been with before, who seemed to have picked up a couple more people. A couple nodded and waved at Ethan, who returned a nice wave.
It was nice to hang out with someone other than Horst and Bit from Spearpoint. Most of the enlisted and officers Ethan hadn't got a chance to talk to. He enjoyed partying with them, letting them know he was just one of them, except he was the one with the checkbook.
And with Ervisa... Well, this wasn't the Republic Military. As long as people in Spearpoint didn't start fighting with each other, there was not really a problem with relationships. Ethan didn't want problems on the field. Just as long as they were between the same class, such as officers with officers.
And besides, who said anything about a relationship? Ethan wasn't interested in one. He'd been in one before, and it didn't turn out so well.
The Green Dragon became crowded quite quickly. Soon, there was music playing and all the tables were filled up. Ethan took that as a sign that maybe it was time to leave.
“I bet the base is a bit more quiet right now. How about we get out of here?”
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Nov 13, 2012 14:41:50 GMT -5
Ethan said that was easy, and Ervisa nodded. It was after all; he'd wound up with a woman practically in his lap with absolutely no effort and only minimal provocation. Truly it was his lucky day.
And as to Ervisa, she wasn't going to be picky. With a bad taste in her mouth from breaking up with Horst, she needed some kind of intimacy, any kind really. And if Ethan was a suitable candidate for a long term sexual relationship to replace Horst, then she wouldn't hesitate to take advantage of the situation and end up with him.
A crowd of people poured into the bar and Ervisa downed her shot, not happy with the influx of people she knew by sight. Anonymity in a crowded bar was a great thing, where she could be promiscuous without complication, but in this present circumstance she couldn't look too easy, or she might be inundated with a plethora of sexual requests by men she wasn't interested in.
This sedentary existence was difficult for her. Ervisa's second-nature was based highly upon travel and roaming freely, and she wasn't entirely sure how she felt about staying in the same place for an extended period of time. Certainly it felt awkward.
Ethan, fortunately, proposed they head back to the base to get away from the crowd, and presumably have a little party of their own. Ervisa had readily agreed, and the duo exited the bar, heading back to the airfield and boarding a helicopter alone, sitting together in the troop compartment for the long flight back.
The Mirialan woman didn't hesitate to turn on the charm, laying her head on Ethan's chest, touching his cheek with her fingers, and even kissing him a few more times. She was keeping the spark alive until they got to Ethan's quarters, which happened later than she would have liked.
At long last they made it, and Ervisa stood just outside the door with her fingers interlaced behind Ethan's neck, exploring his mouth with her own, long and hard, taking charge of the intimacy that was coming.
She came up for air.
"Gonna invite a girl in?" The emerald-skinned woman asked cheerfully.
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Nov 13, 2012 16:44:27 GMT -5
Post by Ghostie on Nov 13, 2012 16:44:27 GMT -5
Luckily, the base had been rather deserted, like Ethan predicted. He didn't really want anyone seeing 'The Guy In Charge' and 'That One Hot Mirialan Pilot' coming into the base together, hanging all over each other as they did so. Only the LeFro'a Brothers had seen them, working in the hangar as Ethan and Ervisa landed. That triggered a thought in Ethan's head.
Wait till Horst hears about this.
And now they were kissing outside of Ethan's quarters. The sun had already set, and now moonlight shined down the hall from the window at the end of the corridor. The light over head hit a plaque on Ethan's door just right, making it seem as if it was glowing. The sign read 'Moreill'.
“Just s'long as she lets me in.”
Ethan smiled that Ervisa for a moment, hands wrapped around her waist just like hers were around his neck. She had been taking the lead for this encounter, and that was something Ethan was completely fine with. It meant less work for him.
Ethan keyed the door open with one hand to reveal a good sized room, with quite a bit of furniture. The bed was along one wall, just big enough for two people. In the far left corner was a wooden desk on top of which sat a computer, a lamp, a picture in a frame, and several papers all pertaining to Spearpoint. And then in the corner opposite of that was a brown leather sofa and bookshelf, and the enterance to a closet. There were two posters, one of a Telos-Class Hammerhead and one of a Hiker 570 Swoopbike.
Ethan flipped on the lights, and as he did so, the computer started to beep. With a frustrated sigh and a frown, Ethan made his way over to the desk. He gave an apologetic look to Ervisa.
“Just a mo'.”
Ethan turned the display on to reveal a call trying to come through. Well, they would just have to wait. Ethan was definitely not going to be disturbed anymore tonight. Whatever it was was not as important as the Mirialan Ethan had in his room.
Ethan went to turn off the display, and as he did so, his eyes scanned the desk. Personnel files, shipping manifest, the lamp. They finally came to rest on the photo. It was of Corana and himself, dancing on Coruscant during what seemed like ages ago. Ethan flipped the frame face down in a quick motion.
No distractions tonight. No bad dreams. He turned around to face Ervisa, who had entered the room at his point.
“Now then, where were we?”
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Nov 13, 2012 17:32:20 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Nov 13, 2012 17:32:20 GMT -5
When Ethan turned away to deal with the message on his computer console, Ervisa promptly lowered herself onto the bed and unlaced her boots, pulling them off and tossing them on the floor. They were joined by her pants and her tank top, and once she more she was in her enticing attire.
The stockings hugged her long and athletic legs, stopping with a garter belt, and then there was her electric blue corset, raising and enhancing her moderate breasts. Her hair was done, a raven waterfall cascading down her back, free and untamed. Ervisa sat there on the edge of his bed until her turned, and then she flashed him an enticing grin.
He asked her where they were, and she rose, walking over to him with a purposeful sway to her hips, and whispered one word.
"Here."
The Mirialan pressed her lips to his, guiding him back to the bed, pushing him down onto it and starting to remove his clothing. Her breathing came a little faster, and her mischievous smile could not be repressed.
She was about to get that victory sex after all, and she was going to make it count.
Indeed she did, taking charge the whole time, using every trick she knew in the book to make it a memorable night for them both. There was something to be said for having seven years of experience, both as a hobby and a profession. Ervisa had a knack for this, and she exploited it to the best of her ability.
When it was all over, she lay in the bad with a sheet covering her long legs, a cigarette hanging out of the corner of her mouth as her head rested on Ethan's chest, her hair covering his body. She reached down to stroke his muscled form with her free hand, half-hoping to instigate a second round of love-making, like what she'd done with Horst.
Horst. Dammit. Why was she still thinking about that clingy fool? Admittedly he'd been fun in the sack, but it wasn't worth the baggage that came with it. Ervisa wanted sex, not romance. She wasn't cut out to be a girlfriend, to go cuddle at movies or eat romantic dinners together. That was like asking the orbit of a planet to reverse itself.
The Mirialan woman sighed and took a drag on her cigarette.
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Post by Ghostie on Nov 13, 2012 21:39:06 GMT -5
Ethan awoke to his chest being stroked, with a smile on his face. That night had been something else. Ervisa was like a professional in the bed. She definitely knew what she was doing, and Ethan had a great time. He had done his best to make the experience just as great for her, but it was hard to match her skill.
“Mhmmm. Morning, Ervi.”
The smell of her cigarette filled his nostrils. It wasn't hard for him to pick up the scent, seeing as how she was laying on his chest with her hair sprawled out all over him. It was nice, Ethan didn't worry about anything happening outside of the room. And Ethan had just slept the best he had in months.
Right now, all that existed what the room and the mirialan laying on his chest. He brought and arm down around her back and just held Ervisa for a moment. If he could lay here all day, he would. But, he could only enjoy it while it lasted.
“Hope you're not too tuckered out - ”
And then there was a knock at the door. What did it have to be, four in the morning local time? Most of Spearpoint should be out drunk or spending the night with someone, like Ethan. But now he was mad. This had better be good, or Ethan was going to kill someone.
“Ugh, dammit. Sorry Ervi, turns out I'm a busy guy.”
Ethan sat up and propped himself up with both his hands. Fixing his hair as best he could, Ethan took his time getting out of bed. Ervisa had since slid off of him and was on the other side of the bed. Swinging his legs around, Ethan grabbed a pair of boxers and some loose pants and put them on.
“Don't go no where.”
Ethan winked at Ervisa as he got up for the door. He keyed it open to reveal Horst, fully clothed and wide awake. And his Commander didn't look happy at all. In fact, Ethan had never seen Horst Stellar any more mad. He was waiting for the steam to come out of the other man's ears.
“Whats up, Stellar? Can't it wait until the sun is up?”
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Post by Fromikeable on Nov 13, 2012 22:09:46 GMT -5
Ike LeFro'a made a bold move that night. Walking over to the collapsed Coruscanti-Corellian sleeping on top of a propeller blade, the Zeltron gulped before he shook the man's shoulder.
"Commnader? Commander, wake up. Hey Horst, c'mon."
The Corellian woke slowly, moaning slightly as he came to. He blinked his eyes open gradually, raising his head off the propeller he was using as a pillow. He rubbed his cheek; what a crappy pillow. "Nnh? Oh, Ike. Mornin'" Ike was a far shot from waking up next to Ervisa after a long night of what could only be described as sensual wrestling, but Horst supposed it could have been worse...
... No it can't be. He'd lost one of the few people he'd had much of an intimate connection with. Sure, it'd been a physical connection, but connecting was connecting damnit.
Sitting up, Horst stopped rubbing his cheek, wiping off a little dried saliva from his lip. "What time is it?"
Ike seemed a little relieved that Horst was calm, but he still spoke in a tense tone, almost like he was expecting the Commander to explode again. He and his brothers had seen how angry the man had been, and he was wary to bring him back to that point somehow. "About 4 in the morning sir, but we need to tell you something."
Horst yawned, stretching out his arms as he did so. He rose from his position as he asked, "Yeah, what is it?"
Ike finally relaxed physically, obviously glad that Horst had mellowed. Sighing, he declared the news. "The tower just called in and said that the Hammerhead Captain Moreill ordered just arrived. We need his clearance before we can send anyone up to inspect it though." Ike handed Horst a formal-looking piece of paper. "We'd do it ourselves, but we figure he might be a little more understanding if you ask, seeing as how you're friends and all."
That made Horst smile. "Sure, I'll get him ta' sign." Horst smiled and took the paper before folding it up and tucking it into his pocket. Ethan was really becoming a great friend. They were both the same age, they were both vets, and generally speaking they shared a lot of common ground. There was also the small fact that they were the guys in charge of this nuthouse, which meant they sort of had to like each other lest the whole operation fall to tathers.
"Thanks Ike. Say 'hey' to yer' brothers fer' me." Horst stretched again before heading toward the door. Ike smiled and waved, wiping off Horst's propeller pillow with a rag before calling, "Oh, and give him a minute to get up. I think I saw him taking the Mirialan pilot woman back to his quarters."
Horst stopped midstep, the sentence hitting him like a speeder. Mirialan pilot woman? Hm. That was odd. It was funny, but that almost sounded like...
SON.
OF.
A.
B*TCH. Horst flared his teeth before storming out of the hangar. Ike sighed as he polished the propeller, watching his commander leave. "What's with him tonight?" He shrugged.
Horst, meanwhile, was literally sprinting across the tarmac for the officer's quarters. Bolting up the stairs, he barely stopped himself from falling over as he hit the appropriate floor, trudging down it with a developing growl. He was pissed that Ervisa had found another guy, sure, but Ethan?! It was bad enough Ervisa was a sex-addict, but she went and bagged that slimey, no-good, Mandalorian piece of crap?! AND HE'D LET HER?!
From there, any and all thinking in Horst's mind stopped as he opened the flood gates, allowing his entire head to be filled with blood-lust, insatiable anger. He saw red, heard insults, felt knives, and smelled blood. He could even taste iron in the air. All he had on his mind was utter destruction and demolition.
Pounding on Ethan's door, Horst snarled as it opened and Ethan came to look at him, not wearing anything beyond some pants. His face made Horst's own flush seven different kinds of red, and the Engineer glared at him lethally as the Mando asked two questions. Horst answered them the best way he knew how.
With a solid hook punch to the red-haired Captain's face. "JUST NEED A SIGNATURE BOSS."
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Nov 13, 2012 22:32:05 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Nov 13, 2012 22:32:05 GMT -5
"That's all right," Ervisa said, "I should probably start getting dressed anyway, looks like the party's over."
The Mirialan woman swung her legs off the bed and started to collected all her clothes, pulling the corset off of the floor. The stockings were still on, and they'd been joined by pants by the time the door opened. Her bra was in her hand by the time Ethan greeted his guest and then her grey-blue eyes widened dramatically.
Horst had just decided to crash the party.
Yeah, there was a chance he'd come here coincidentally, but she could remember how he'd wrecked a freaking store because she'd boned a clerk in the back room, and somehow she had the feeling it was going to be worse now. He felt like he had a claim on her, like they were exclusive.
He'd had his chance, he'd blown it, and now he was going to cause a ton of drama when all she'd wanted was sex.
Ervisa stared over with a sense of exhaustion and dread just in time to see Horst punch Ethan square in the jaw, and it didn't take the Force to sense that he was brimming with rage.
"What the FRAK Horst?" Ervisa shouted indignantly.
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Post by Ghostie on Nov 13, 2012 22:52:45 GMT -5
The next thing Ethan knew, Horst had punch him right across the jaw. The engineer was yelling about something as Ethan flew back. The Mandalorian landed against his desk, sending the items there flying. The lamp fell between the wall and the table, the papers scattered, and the picture fell. It hit just right to have the glass in the frame shatter on the floor.
“You sonuva... WHAT THE HELL, HORST?!”
Ethan got up from desk, and wiped his lip. Some blood had trickled out of his mouth from the force of Horst's punch. There was a reason the Engineer was nicknamed “The Wrecking Wrench”. Ethan was just glad he didn't have a tool with him.
Ethan had absolutely no idea what had gotten into Horst Stellar. He had talked to man just the other day, and they were great friends. Now all of a sudden, Horst was knocking the other man around his own room?
With Ervisa forgotten on the bed and not caring for the fact he was only wearing a pair of pants, Ethan didn't wait for Horst to answer. He wasn't going to stand for his engineer knocking him around.
“YOU WANT A SIGNATURE? HERE IT IS!”
Ethan charged the other man, catching him in the gut with his shoulder. The two of them tumbled out of the room together, with Ethan slamming Horst against the opposite wall. They tumbled down to the floor, and Ethan wrapped his arms around the larger man. Horst and Ethan were the same height, maybe an inch or two off. But Horst had the bulk Ethan didn't, which made him seem bigger.
Ethan successfully got Horst into a headlock, though, there was no telling how long he could old him. The engineer struggled. With the comotion going on, the other officers started to wake up. Some were content to watch their CO's fight it out on the floor. However a couple such as Quincy, the base commander, started to make their way over.
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Post by Fromikeable on Nov 13, 2012 23:08:20 GMT -5
Ervisa might as well have been a spectre looking on as far as Horst could perceive anything at the moment. Part of him registered that she'd said something, and that same part told him to ditch the fight and talk to her, but an overwhelming amount of instinct quickly dashed that idea, replacing it with a simple command:
FIGHT.
The wind was knocked out of Horst's lungs as Ethan charged him, slamming firmly into the gut. Horst had never really had cause to size up Ethan before, but with nothing but a battle-mindset the Engineer could clearly see that when Ethan said he was a Mandalorian, he meant it. As Horst's back was slammed up against the hall wall, he latched onto his former friend, doing his best to wrestle him to the ground.
Unfortunately, a good maneuver by Ethan had him on the floor trying to kneel in a headlock from behind. Horst snarled loudly, clenching his jaw tight as his meaty hands grabbed at Ethan's arm, trying to get free. From where he was struggling Horst could see other officers come out to see what the commotion was, but like Ervisa they barely registered to him.
FIGHT.
Getting a good grip, Horst firmly pried a little slack in order to breathe again. After a quick gasp and a big heave, he bent one arm back, latching it onto the back of Ethan's neck, pulling forward on both as he leaned his entire mass forward. Over Horst's shoulder came his combatant, red hair bustling a little as he was flipped onto his back in front of the Engineer.
A few voices yelled at that point, but Horst ignored them, grabbing Ethan's collar after a few more pants for air. He lifted the man right up to his own face, practically nose to nose. Bringing one more hand back into a loaded punch, Horst glared at him with a look that could only be described as death-bringing.
"I hope ya' had a nice night, 'cause it's the last time ya're ever gonna' breathe without a tube!" Even as he finished his sentence, Horst could already feel hands pulling at him and his target, trying to separate them. He ignored them too, freeing up his punch and trying to throw it as an uppercut aimed straight for Ethan's gut.
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