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Post by Necro Stormborn on Dec 8, 2012 0:20:41 GMT -5
Writhing uncomfortably against him, Eurachis could feel her annoyance and eagerness to position herself as far from him as possible. The dark lady squirmed her way, like a greased Kowakian monkey-lizard, out from beneath him and plopped herself onto the floor adjacent to the bedside in a hot mess of unkempt hair, bed sheets, and comforter. The urge to laugh at her was almost impossible to quash as he watched her finally huff in annoyance, as a response to his previous rhetorical question, and pick herself up as dignified as she could possibly muster. Witnessing her frustration, he propped his head up on his palm, smirked to himself before he opened his mouth, paying head not to wake the dragon.
"Come now Renata, you mustn't ruin that beautiful face of yours with a frown. Let me help you---", he stopped mid sentence as she turned and quickly moved out of the room. She loathed him, and it was palpable. Curiously enough, he felt a tinge of annoyance at her rebuffing of him, a feeling he found interesting for it was rare a woman, so quickly, moved to create a distance between the two of them after an deep physical and emotional exchange. Renata could argue all she wanted that she felt nothing and thought nothing of what she had done, but an act such as the one they had just partaken in changed the way a person thinks and speaks to one another. In this, Eurachis delighted at the thought of her attempting to suppress feelings and thoughts...but he too could not admit, that this tryst was nothing. That is meant nothing. because that, was simply a lie. For now, however, he would poke and prod her while the emotions and feelings were fresh and see where that took them. Maybe she just needed reassurance that this was fun, justifiable, logical and most of all, repeatable. Besides, they still had a bit of time before they would arrive at Korriban, enough time one might say, to make a course adjustment.
The dark lord mussed his hair with his hand, and rolled over to the other side of the bed, collecting his clothes into a pile, even going as far as to somewhat fold them, wrinkled as they were. He shoved them together and stacked them before picking them up, once he'd heard the sound of the refresher. He was tempted to put down the clothes and try his luck in the bathing compartment, but he once again, remembered who he was dealing with and that perhaps that was not the smartest of decisions, and decided to use his time reviewing his holocomm messages, as well as the military briefs on his datapad while he waited for her to finish. Once the sound of water hissed to a silent halt, the Dark lord moved to the closet, slid the durasteel frame to the side, and grabbed himself a towel. He moved silently to the refresher after she had exited and made her way to the kitchen, and he too, cleaned himself off. He noticed a few cuts and bruises on his body as he examined it under the stream of water, and could only chuckle to himself followed by a cough and some slight laughter.
His time in the refresher was much shorter than Lady Renata's for he was raised in a militant environment, and so showering and bathing altogether was simply a task that needed to be completed as part of a hygienic ritual, and therefore done so in a matter that did not waste time. Grabbing his towel, he lightly dried his head and face, but made sure not to dry his chest. He instead let the water droplets sit and collect together on his chest before running down the ripples in his abs. He knew the effect it had on women like renata, and he planned to play every card he had. Cocking an eyebrow at himself in the mirror, he wrapped the towel around himself low on his waste-line and then opened the door, and walked into the kitchen. There, he found her standing rigidly, perhaps distressed---or maybe she was simply hungry-- either way he moved himself around the counter directly in front of her, and scratched at his bare chest.
"so.... feeling better?"
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Post by Meira on Dec 21, 2012 17:19:40 GMT -5
The machine seemed to take an age to heat the water and steep the caf, but once her cup was full, Renata plucked it from the machine and held it in both hands. The sting of the heat on her palms was welcome, as was the smell of the drink as she held it close under her nose. Renata closed her eyes as she breathed it in, shutting out everything but the smell and the warmth.
After a few moments, she brought the mug to her lips and got her first taste of the bitter brew. As she drank, the warmth caused her skin to rise in small bumps, sending a chill down her spine that was simply delightful. She sighed.
"So.... feeling better?"
Renata's eyes flashed open and were met by the man's nearly naked form within an arms length in front of her. The surprise of his sudden arrival in the kitchen, coupled with the unavoidable vista of his torso caused Renata to falter in her sip. She cleared her throat and turned her body to the side so as not to be facing Eurachis directly. Did he have to do that? She was just starting to relax and he ruined it all.
"I was..." she grumbled, her eyes glaring sideways toward Eurachis. It was a bad idea, however. She couldn't stop her eyes from lingering over the sight of water collected at his collar bone. And then there was...
She looked away again, bringing to mug to her lips once more as a distraction. Bringing her eyes downward, and in a general direction that didn't include his form, Renata was reminded that she still wore her dress from the previous evening. Though she'd bathed, the thought made her feel uncomfortable. She wanted something fresh and clean to wear, something that didn't still carry the smell of wine and smoke from the bar.
"How much longer until we arrive?" she asked, not wanting to look at Eurachis, but forcing herself to raise her eyes nonetheless. She locked her eyes on his, a mask of mild annoyance covered her features like a shield. She was done letting him play these games with her. She wouldn't allow him to affect her anymore.
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Post by Necro Stormborn on Dec 22, 2012 3:51:10 GMT -5
large hands dropped slowly from his chest to the bar, as he leaned into it and smiled at the dark lady across from him. Darth Eurachis glanced at the steaming mug cradled in her hands as she brought to and from her lips, almost jealous of it in a way. He quite enjoyed her taste, but it wasn't like he would never again feel them against his or taste them in the heat of passion. For now, he brushed the notion from his mind and regained his composure, slumping backwards and sighing at her comment before engaging in what could possibly have been the most dramatic of frowns.
"I was...."she had fumbled through her hot caf, turning away from him and careful to keep her eyes from looking into his.
The half naked man, clad only in a towel teetered to the side and swung his body subtly towards the far counter, reached behind a cupboard door, and grabbed down a mug of his own. He walked softly over to the caf machine, keeping his eyes locked on her, obnoxiously, playfully, and to some degree....sexually, before making a cup of his own.
His frown slowly faded away and was replaced by a melancholy smile, as he realized she had absolutely no interest in playing games right now. She had had her 'fill' of games last night, now she was hating herself or regretting what she did....either way. he didn't wan't to push her now if he was just going to alienate her further.
He lifted the mug once it had finished to his lips and took a sip as he watched her turn back towards him again.
"How much longer till we arrive?"
yeah..... she was not in the mood to play games. His demeanor stiffened as he considered what to say back to her. He downed half the contents of the mug before he finally decided on a course of action. Eurachis put down the mug, chewed the inside of his lip, almost biting it for a second before he leaned down on the bar and looked up at her.
"well....not too much I think. half a day? Mayhaps a bit more, but we should be docked in Dreshdae by sometime tonight. I can find out the exact time if you'd like.... but personally, in my BEST attempt to refrain from making this awkward....I'm hungry. As such, I was going to make some food if you're interested, my lady. "
He moved around the bar, and slid in front of her, slowly and cautiously; his intentions were for the first time in a long while--- pure. his hand traveled carefully up the small of her back, in a manner the likes of which long-time friends would use. He let it sit there, delicately, giving her the freedom and space to move away if she so desired.
"come on..... I'll go get dressed-- " he had to grin at his own comment for the briefest of seconds before quashing all sense of humor and pushing himself back into some awkward level of seriousness. "--and you just go relax, and let me make you some food. I assure you, my crass outlook and behavior aside, I'm actually a decent cook...and it will be much better than the slop they had at that bar and the cuisine served within the Sith Temple." He smiled genuinely as he nodded towards the hallway.
Darth Eurachis had defeated some of the strongest foes this galaxy had ever seen with his bear hands and his skill with a saber....but this foe required tact. Furthermore, if he expected her to move past her sense of regret and consider him in the future he needed to switch gears, and get her to relax. This was a gambit, but the best one he could think of whilst standing in front of her, half naked, clad only in a towel.
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Post by Meira on Dec 26, 2012 13:21:33 GMT -5
Half a day, by night at most. Renata allowed her shoulders to relax slightly. This was manageable. Not ideal, but nothing of this arrangement was ideal... not to her more sober mind. She gave Eurachis a quick nod at the projected time frame, then shook her head at his offer to find out more specifically. The exact time didn't much matter, as long as they'd be arriving soon.
When Eurachis moved toward her, it was an inner battle to keep from flinching. She hated that he affected her so. She also hated that she'd begun to wonder if she had a similar effect on him. He did seem to be acting differently. He wasn't being quite so crass. When he touched his hand to her back, the urge to punch him in the nose was not as strong as she had expected. And his smile... it seemed genuine.
Renata remembered when she'd first met the man. He'd seemed so cold and standoffish then, but hadn't they all? Such a gathering of Sith was a dangerous thing, history always proved it to be unwise. But their masters were different than the Sith of old, surely. Already, they'd built a grand empire, not just for those who could touch the Force, but for all sentient beings with enough brains to see the decay of the Republic, and of the Jedi. Renata remembered Eurachis as a brute, then. His strength and skill was a marvel to behold as they'd trained under their masters. In every way, he was her opposite.
To say they had become friends wouldn't be accurate. Renata never suffered the closeness of others lightly. It was a common trait amongst them all, the stigma of the Sith. Distrust, greed, selfish lust for power. They were all still learning how to balance it out with the greater cause. No, she wouldn't go so far as to call Eurachis a friend, but he was a brother, in a sense. Now more than ever, with Novus and Veratos off in the voids of deep space, seeking out the secrets Iniquitous had ordered them to retrieve... she needed that brother.
But when Eurachis' expression changed at the mention of his lack of clothing, Renata was brought back to the subject at hand. He was reveling in this. She'd made a stupid call and he couldn't help but seize every opportunity to remind her of it. Never mind the regret. never mind what she might have to say to Veratos when he returned. Renata had to deal with this now, while it was standing in front of her, smirking and half naked. He was taunting her. This sudden facade of civility was just that, a mask... a mockery.
Renata, flush with a new wave of annoyance set her cup down on the counter and snaked herself under Eurachis' arm, catching his wrist as she did so and pulling it up, uncomfortably behind his back. She used what little momentum he had by walking to push the man forward until he collided with the wall. She pushed into him, knowing that it was only her hold on his wrist that kept her in control, and just barely at that.
"Listen to me, Eurachis." she said, barely able to get her chin to his shoulder to speak. "Don't go thinking things between us have changed. Last night happened. I can't change that, much as I want to. But the last thing I need is you acting like it matters." Renata pushed away from Eurachis, recovered her cup, and made her own way to the nearby table. "Get dressed if you want, cook if you want. I don't care." She dropped herself down into a chair and took another sip of her caf. "I'm just along for the ride."
A glance out the side of her eyes showed that her little maneuver hadn't exactly helped Eurachis' wardrobe situation. She couldn't stop the chuckle, or keep herself from adding. "...and the view, I suppose."
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Post by Necro Stormborn on Dec 26, 2012 16:55:19 GMT -5
pressed hard against the wall, his arm behind him contorted and pulled up in a most painful position, Eurachis could do little more then blink in amazement. that was.....fast. His hand trembled from the irregular position and he could feel the cold durasteel pressed against his cheek. If Renata wasn't pushing so kriffing hard he would find this pretty arousing....but hell--that wasn't expected. He could feel the warm iron taste run down his lip, he seemed to have bitten it in the commotion. He spit some of it out towards the ground and coughed.
"I see someone has been practici--", he was cut off mid sentence as she dug her chin into him and whispered close. "Listen to me, Eurachis." his eyes looked to his side in his best attempt to look upon her. "Don't go thinking things between us have changed. Last night happened. I can't change that, much as I want to. But the last thing I need is you acting like it matters."
She loosened her grip on his wrist and pushed away from him, heading back to her cup of caf and sitting down at the table he'd initially planned to seat her at. He quickly shoved off the wall and brought his arm back in front of him and rubbed at his wrist. It definitely hurt....she was lucky he liked her or he'd have tossed her across the cabin into the nearest wall and flattened her against it in annoyance. perhaps he needed to remind her of that, and perhaps this small space wasn't the best place to do it. for now he would lick his wounds and be more cognizant of button pushing around renata in close spaces when she isn't well beyond the point of tipsy.
"Get dressed if you want, cook if you want. I don't care.......I'm just along for the ride." She certainly wasn't kidding when she talked with others about ice and fire..... she could be both devilishly hot, inspiring the most raunchy of thoughts. Other times she could slam you against the wall and flush you with a dose of ice queen. That was fine, thawing out an ice queen was much more fun.
He felt a cold air run past his legs and suddenly realized he was missing something. Lord Eurachis was not the shy type, whether being introduced to a crowd of people he's never met before, to a flock of catty women, or nude in public, none of it affected him, being nude now was no different.
"...and the view, I suppose."
There. She had said it. He swooped down to pick up his towel and smiled before throwing it over his shoulder. a quick wink to Renata was followed by, "yeah.... you seemed to be quite fond of it-- I know you don't ask permission to do anything, but you are welcome to this view anytime you want." he suckled on his bit lip and scratched at his bare chest one more time before clearing his throat. "so... i hate to deprive you of your 'view', but I'm going to 'close the blinds now' unless of course you would rather I cook like this? I think I've got a kiss the cook apron somewhere around here."
He shook his head laughably, clearly joking. "Well, I'm going to go get dressed..." he mumbled as he walked down the corridor into his room. returning some few minutes later in a slim white undershirt and some stretchy gray sweatpants. He moved about the kitchen gathering supplies and starting different burners while simultaneously filling pots and pans with different liquids and spices. every so often he would glance up at her, checking if she was watching him, quickly turning back to the food if she was.
"You are much faster than I remember when we first met." By this point his lip had somewhat swelled in that region and so his speech was a tad different. He pulled a cutting board from a cabinet and began chopping vegetables. "It's good to see you improving in your martial prowess....we are in troubled times, and I wont always be there to 'do all the work'". He grinned at her before finally finishing and plopping the last of the ingredients into a pot and stirring it.
He moved over to a flat panel on the wall and started what looked like a timer. The man then slowly made his way over to the bar and leaned against it facing towards her, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow in his best iniquitous impression.
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Post by Meira on Dec 27, 2012 10:13:16 GMT -5
Renata rolled her eyes as dramatically as she could at Eurachis' comments about 'the view'. When he was finally gone out of her sight, Renata's head fell back against the top of the chair and her body slumped slightly. The man was exhausting! But the caf had helped to wake her up from the stupor of the night's drinking, and after showing Eurachis that she wasn't quite beat yet, she was now feeling much more at ease. He was exhausting, but at least now she could handle it a bit better.
When she heard him returning from his room, Renata sat back up in her chair. He made himself busy preparing their food and Renata kept her own attention on her quickly draining cup. Mostly. She would occasionally chance a glance at the man as he worked. There was no denying his aesthetic qualities. Even in those simple clothes, his physique was prominent. The shirt clung to a well formed musculature, neither too defined nor soft. The pants, hanging off his hips in just the right way, seemed to draw the eye.
He too would glance her way now and then, and Renata found herself looking away quickly as if she'd been caught. What were they, children in school? The Dark Lady shook her head at herself, her shoulders giving a bounce in disbelieving amusement.
"You are much faster than I remember when we first met."
She looked up at him, but Eurachis was focused on his cooking as he spoke. Renata's brow furrowed slightly with thought as she recalled the training sessions they'd gone through when they were first all brought together. She smiled, remembering how eager she'd been to try and blast either Eurachis or Novus through a wall.
He'd stopped her though. Jahn- no... Veratos had, from the first she'd met him, been a calming influence in her otherwise tumultuous life. "Be patient." he'd told her. "Never let anyone know everything you can do." The memory filled her mind so full of him it left her dizzy as she tried to push it away. Not now. She couldn't deal with that right now.
"It's good to see you improving in your martial prowess....we are in troubled times, and I wont always be there to 'do all the work'"
Surprisingly, his quip was just what Renata needed. Those words, and his accompanying grin cut through the smoke of memories around her head and brought her clearly back to a present that she needed her wits in. It was always a dance with Eurachis, a give and take. At times -when she was waking up naked and hung over, for example- it was infuriating. But now, it was a welcome distraction.
"Do you know me so well?" she asked, her eyes peering over her cup at Eurachis as he leaned against the counter. She held that pazaak face well, until he arched his eyebrow up. The resemblance pulled a smile across her features and she chuckled, shaking her head at the man.
"You know nothing, Eurachis." she finally managed after a moment. But her tone, this time, was not condescending. Rather, the words were more of a challenge, or an invitation perhaps. Renata realized, in pleasant surprise, that she wouldn't mind showing him just how little he knew. They'd danced a couple of different ways now, but she could show him a few steps yet.
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Post by Necro Stormborn on Dec 29, 2012 14:28:47 GMT -5
"Do you know me so well?"
the question hung in the air for a few moments as Eurachis slouched against the bar watching her with great amusement and a raised eyebrow to boot. Did he really know her so well? it was a good point. He knew her well enough not to anger her so much as to incite her wrath, for her silvery tongue could pierce the thickest of armor....and cause a maelstrom of trouble. Furthermore, he knew she was competent with the force, enough to discourage her students and other initiates from disobeying her direct orders---but he was no student. Now, too, he knew her passionately as well. But did he know her as well as he thought.
Bringing a hand up to his scruffy beard he notched at it, itching it in puzzlement. Perhaps she did as he did, letting enough be known about them to disinterest usurpers and command respect, but not all the tricks in their so-called books. A challenge presented itself before Eurachis could pick apart her statement anymore.
"You know nothing, Eurachis."
His arms bunched together in their crossed position and left a more pronounced look to his biceps as he tightened them and twisted his head sideways like a dog does in confusion. Perhaps this angular approach would make more sense of the crap she'd just spewed.
"you must be joking. If anything, my 'fair lady', I would say I now know you inside......and out. Though if by 'know nothing' you mean I have not kept tabs on your training and are thus thoroughly surprised at your agility in close quarters...then you'd be correct. However, to make an assumption, that I am incapable of adapting to your newly discovered martial talents, you have another thing coming sister."
He moved slowly towards her, making sure each stride was pronounced and left a wake of strength behind every movement as he allowed his force presence to flare to life and fill the ship to a possibly intoxicating level, before finally quelling it as he stood in front of her.
"I'll admit, you caught me by surprise, but next time...." he bent downwards closing the distance between his face and hers. "Next time...We shall see who is pressed to the wall, and who is doing the pressing." He smiled wickedly as he slowly leaned back and moved to check on the food.
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Post by Meira on Dec 31, 2012 10:37:48 GMT -5
She watched him as he considered her words. He did not seem to hide this pensive state as he considered her. And her challenge, it provoked him. He spoke, hinting at his own abilities. In truth, she knew as much about him as he did her. Their pasts before coming to the Sith were kept to themselves. Renata didn't much care to know about Eurachis' past. It meant little now.
Smiling at the offense he seemed to take in her statement, Renata watched as Eurachis seemed to puff himself up slightly. No man she ever met seemed capable of facing a challenge without some sort of display of his prowess, and this man was no different. As he stood and approached, the force swirled and buzzed around him. Renata hadn't exactly forgotten how powerful Eurachis was, but he had grown somewhat complacent around him at times like this. Was it a mistake? Perhaps, but she knew she was in no danger here. So she continued to smile as he put on his show. In all truth, it sent a thrill down her spine.
Renata lifted her chin as Eurachis lowered himself down to speak. Their faces were mere inches apart, both boasting a wry smile. "Next time...We shall see who is pressed to the wall, and who is doing the pressing." he said and she chuckled as he turned away back to the food.
"You're right." she said, then drained the last bit of caf from her cup. An idea suddenly came to her mind and that thin smile turned wicked with the thought. Men had their displays, but women had their own as well. She had no need for strutting, however. Her way was much more subtle. Perhaps it was time to see if it would work on one such as him.
"It would be just as foolish of me to underestimate you. You could snap me in two if you wished." she said, placing her empty cup near the edge of the table. As she spoke, she was sending out her own projection of the force. But where Eurachis did so through sheer force of will and strength, Renata did so like a light perfume. It took its time filling the room, and as it did, it was as if it had always been there. This was a truth that many had trouble grasping. Because it had indeed always been there. The force was not something that was turned on and off at a whim, it was always there, waiting to be tapped into.
And so Renata allowed herself to remember that she existed within the room, in the air, even in her companion. She surrounded him, but did not smother. She matched his breathing and slowly kindled that faint connection between them. He was focused on the food, but she nudged at his mind so slightly to think of the caf. She knew it was working when his eyes glanced toward his own cup. Another nudge, and as he turned to reach for a utensil, his eyes cast over toward her cup. He stirred the pot, and another nudge had the man reaching for her cup. He did so with hardly a glance, moving without much thought to fill the cup and place it back on the table as he continued to focus on their meal. It all happened within only a few moments.
She smiled as she cradled the warm cup in her hands. This was true power, unseen and unknown, but working nonetheless. "If I recall correctly," she said, continuing her thought, "you nearly did break me a time or two last night." Her words carried with them small ripples in the force, similar to how the Zeltrons manipulated pheromones, but far less blunt. Subtlety was her specialty, after all. And if it worked, Eurachis would be none the wiser.
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Post by Necro Stormborn on Jan 4, 2013 14:30:33 GMT -5
The pot was steaming at this point, and the pungent stench of cooking meat was thick in the air, as was some semblance of lemon and cumin. Now…Eurachis wasn't a master chef, but he could cook a meal well enough to encourage second helpings. The smell was quite good, if he did say so himself, but he would be remiss if he was a bad host while basking in his cooking glory. He turned about towards Renata for a few seconds making sure she didn’t feel as if he was ignoring her while he focused on the meal preparation.
"You're right," she spoke to him as he moved about the kitchen.
Eurachis was slowly becoming quite thirsty however... so he glanced at his own cup, which he'd drained some time ago, then shook his head. the meat was close to being finished and he didn't want to risk overcooking it, so he looked back towards the pots.
"It would be just as foolish of me to underestimate you. You could snap me in two if you wished." To this, the dark lord smiled, it was true...he could indeed strike her down like many before her with just his muscles. That, although true, was a very uninteresting thought however, because he had taking to liking her company... she was a refreshing opponent when it came to verbal jousting, and wiser than she came across. If it could be considered a friendship, the bond that had formed between them in the time he spent training with her and iniquitous as well as the other two dark lords and ladies had strengthened immensely since the war against the republic had been set in motion. What once was a cold acquaintance, was now what felt like a brother or sister. family. However, they clearly weren't family. This relationship was quite confusing but Eurachis relished it. It was more entertaining than friendship he'd ever been apart of, and more useful than any working partner he'd ever held..Kenneth mori, the late Darth Paxis, aside.
It was this interesting bond that he shared with Renata that made him relax when he was around her, as he did around Novus and Veratos. He could be playful, he could be a young prince again...not the leader of a war effort intent on bringing destruction to the republic. It was refreshing, he wanted to enjoy it as long as he could before they arrived at the temple. Who knew when he'd get the chance to spend some time with any of them again that wasnt under the guise of official sith business. Certainly they would have to go out on diplomatic and naval missions soon after arriving on korriban.....
His mouth felt dry and he looked once more to his cup, feeling the urge to fill it and drink it, but once more he refocused on the food, it was just minutes from being ready to serve. as he muddled about the kitchen he swathed at the meat with a spatula, stirring the mixture quickly and then he could not help but need a drink. he was becoming frustrated with his thirst. IT was then that he suspected something. He looked to Renata's cup, sitting on the edge of the table and connected the dots. Sneaky sister.....very sneaky. If she wanted something to drink she needed only ask...but he would go along with her ruse, if she thought she could control him so easily she was quite mistaken. He felt the urge again, pushing him towards her cup and so with a blank face, as quickly as he could he picked it up, filled it and returned it to her, then swiveled back towards the pots and pans and began disengaging the furnaces and cook-tops.
He would allow her to think she was in control for now, he'd just have to show her that pushing buttons can sometimes result in having your own pressed as well. He ladled something beefy and lemony onto a plate and then served what appeared to be a creamy mush slathered over some vegetables. funny enough, nothing he was serving was terribly unhealthy, he was quite a believer in keeping physically fit through eating right.
"If I recall correctly," she said, continuing her thought, "you nearly did break me a time or two last night."
He smiled like a child, as he moved up to her and served her a plate, before sitting across from her with his own. "If I recall correctly," he began in a very snarky way, "you pretty much asked me to... and you seemed quite pleased with the results. In fact...the last time i heard someone repeat the word 'harder' as often as you did, would have to be while training under iniquitous, and him attempting to push me harder so I would conquer my own limits." He slid his foot between her legs and let his leg occasionally brush against hers as he looked across at her with nothing but a smirk and a fork full of meat. "don't misunderstand me, I was plenty happy last night, if I remember correctly."
he slid the forkful into his mouth and savored the lemon flavored beef as well as the creamed vegetables. he chewed slowly and then swallowed as he placed his elbow on the table and rested his chin in his palm, staring at her playfully.
"try some, its actually quite good... also, I don't think i know much about your life before the Sith order, in fact, I don't even think I know your birth name. Why don't you tell me something about you from your past...unless you don't feel like sharing. Which is fine... I mean, I can tell you mine.." He waited patiently, genuinely interested in who she was before she became the Dark lady.
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Post by Meira on Jan 11, 2013 18:13:10 GMT -5
"I had no idea you and Iniquitous were so… Intimate" Renata replied through her smile as she looked at Eurachis over her cup.
With her food now in front of her, Renata decided to allow her companion a moment of rest from their verbal back-and-forth. She took up her spoon, heavy with the aromatic cuisine he had made for her, and blew across the top of it until it was cool before taking a bite. Although she was loath to admit it, Renata quite enjoyed the flavor and even closed her eyes as she savored the taste. Rather than inflate his ego any further, Renata merely gave Eurachis a nod in response to his commentary on the food and continued to eat.
Surprisingly, the man didn't even bother fishing for compliments. Instead, he asked her about her life before the Sith. Renata scrunched up her nose at the unexpected question and chewed her food slowly as she contemplated how, or if she should respond to it. Was this his response to her encouragement of attention through the force? If it was, he responded quite differently than many who she had manipulated before. True, she most often used this gift to encourage loyalty from those who were of a rank lower than her own, but in every case not one had ever shown curiosity toward her as a person. Their attentions were almost exclusively paid toward her position as Dark Lady of the Sith.
But rather than refreshing, Renata found Eurachis' curiosity to be somewhat irritating. What did it matter who she was or what her name had been before she became Renata? All that mattered was who she was now. It wasn't so much that she was embarrassed of her past, it was more a matter of relevance. Renata saw no reason for Eurachis to know any of these things about her. And besides, what was the point of receiving a new name if one could not leave their past behind them and start a new?
"Oh, I'm sure your story is far more interesting than mine." She said before taking another bite. She looked up to him then, one eyebrow arched questioningly. No, she was not willing to share her own past, at least not now, but she would be more than willing to learn something more about this strange man. Information was always valuable after all.
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Post by Necro Stormborn on Jan 15, 2013 18:45:27 GMT -5
Reclining in his chair, Eurachis chewed softly the food he'd just cooked, enjoying every spice individually as he sat there and watched his guest, listening to her body as well as her words. She was enjoying the meal and he could tell, she seemed to savor each bite, just as he did. Furthermore, she seemed relaxed finally, which was somewhat relieving and bothersome at the same time. She had not relaxed this way since boarding the ship with him, save for when she was inebriated...and that mere fact spoke to her uncertainty around him.
He relaxed further into the cushion supporting his back and rested a palm flat on the table, as he lowered his fork in the other hand to the side of the dish sitting it upright against the lip of the bowl. The dark lady finally broke the silence and maneuvered herself around the question with ease as she turned it back on its originator. "Oh, I'm sure your story is far more interesting than mine."
He grimaced temporarily and looked down at the table for the briefest of moments before pushing the bowl forward enough to make room for his arms as he crossed them and laid them against the surface of the table. "More of a tragedy, actually..,"he started with a tinge of annoyance. "I used to be a Prince on Carida... there was a Coup, everyone died, and Ramseye Novok fell pretty far before he picked himself up and became what you see before you today." He huffed his indifference, but there were clearly some deeper seated feelings about the whole history. Feelings which could be somewhat detected or inferred if one was probing his mind.
"They thought they could lock me up, throw away the key, and act as if I never existed, but they were wrong. You for one should know how persistent I am when it comes to attention seeking." he laughed casually as his right hand stretched out to grab his cup and gulp down the last bit of his caf.
His leg was still between hers, occasionally brushing against her, and she seemed either not to care, or was trying quite hard not to express herself. He let it linger once as he ran it up against her inner thigh before pulling it slowly back out from between her legs all the while watching her face. "And you sister.... what of your past escapades. Are they as exciting as your new ones? Apparently you almost got broken in half once or twice in some of your recent misadventures. That reminds me... Now that you've 'sampled' nobility, what do you think?"
He leaned forwards smiling playfully at her, both very interested in what she had to say, and interested in her reactions to his physical teasing. She now knew his name however, and he was relying upon her to keep things status quo.
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Post by Meira on Jan 19, 2013 8:43:42 GMT -5
Though the food was delicious, Renata found it quickly filling. She'd managed half the bowl before her stomach began to protest and she slid it to the side. When Eurachis leaned back, she did as well, mimicking his posture slightly. Such techniques were often used to get others to open up, and this man was doing just that.
When he leaned forward and began to speak, Renata followed suit slowly. Her eyes stayed locked on his. At the sound of his birth name, Renata had started to snort with laughter, but she covered it up by clearing her throat and then taking a drink. The emotions that swirled beneath Eurachis' indifferent exterior required caution. There were buttons that could be pushed, places where she could dig under his skin... but not there. Not now.
She allowed him a smile at his comment on seeking attention and didn't even move as his leg continued to brush hers under the table. But as he became more adventurous with his teasing, Renata crossed her legs at the knee and turned them to the side. There was no need for all that.
When he once again tried to put the question back on her, adding in yet another little quip at their activities the night before, Renata produced a quiet sigh. She laid one forearm flat on the table, the hand holding the elbow of her other arm, which she used to support her chin. The nails on her thin fingers were not very long, but they extended slightly past the tips. She tapped them lightly against her chin, just below her lip as she considered responding once again.
"Well, Ramsie..." she said, pausing with a smile. "Am I pronouncing that correctly? Ramsie?" She did not bother allowing him to answer. "I've had worse." Her smile spread as she reveled in the idea of having this over him. Ramseye Novak, deposed Prince of Carida turned Dark Lord of the Sith. Was that a step down, or up, she wondered.
"Finished?" she asked, sitting up straighter as her hands reached for their dishes. Again, she did not wait for him to answer as she collected the dishes and stood, taking them to the counter. Now, Darth Renata was not about to start washing plates. She didn't need to give dear Ramsie that kind of ammunition. She simply left the bowls there and turned around, leaning her weight back against the counter and crossing her arms across her stomach. One finger tapped her elbow as she weighed her options. He would not like it if she did not return him something after he'd shared his own story. But how little could she get away with?
"I was right..." she mused, her eyes wandering upward with a thoughtful expression pulling her bottom lip between her teeth for a moment. "Your story is far more interesting than mine. It's really not even worth sharing at this point." She pressed her lips together to stop the smile, but it didn't really work. Her eyes glanced down at the man before she quickly turned and made her way to the door. "I'd like to see the rest of your ship, Ramsie." she said, placing her hands on the door frame and leaning her body into the small corridor. After a moment, she turned around and settled her weight against the frame. "Surely it's bigger than just what I've seen."
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Post by Necro Stormborn on Jan 28, 2013 8:52:56 GMT -5
The Deposed prince sat silently as he watched The Dark Lady, searching for any sign of interest, wondering if he had piqued her curiosity. His tale, while told in a rather nonchalant manner, was still a serious one and one day would have a very dark ending...or perhaps a light one. For now however, Eurachis had to analyze her body language...her facial movements, and speech inflections. Was she going to latch on to his tale and ask for more, prying like a giddy school girl over some boy's extracurricular activities....or would she shut him down, coldly, and maneuver herself around the question. "Well, Ramsie..." she said, pausing with a smile. He rolled his eyes and sighed.... he knew she'd hold this over him for the longest of times. "Am I pronouncing that correctly? Ramsie?" She didn't even bother allowing him to answer. "I've had worse." He scoffed as he laid back in his seat watching as she continued. "Oh really now? Just how many have you had? Actually--- don't answer that. Your number would most likely pale in comparison to mine when pertaining to the subject of conquest in the bedroom....Furthermore, I'd prefer not to think about whether or not this little tryst will result in the need for a medical exam." He raised an eyebrow at her sarcastically, at flashed his childlike smile. "Finished?" she asked, sitting up straighter as her hands reached for their dishes. "hmm, yes...go ahead. Womanly duties and a--." Again, she did not wait for him to answer as she collected the dishes and stood, taking them to the counter. She was trying very hard to diminish the verbal onslaught he so cleverly thought up, but would never get the chance to use. Renata was very smart woman, and while he could never admit it to her under these circumstances---under the guise of cat and mouse they constantly played---there was something to admire in a woman who was as quick witted as he, most notably she was the perfect opponent for verbal jousting. The conversation would certainly never run dry...and to this notion he smiled at her shutdown, taking it graciously as she avoided his barrage of sexist remarks. "I was right..." she mused, her eyes wandering upward with a thoughtful expression pulling her bottom lip between her teeth for a moment. "Your story is far more interesting than mine. It's really not even worth sharing at this point." "Because that seems fair.....spilling my guts to you over breakfast, and you mucking about in them...." "I'd like to see the rest of your ship, Ramsie." she said, placing her hands on the door frame and leaning her body into the small corridor. After a moment, she turned around and settled her weight against the frame. "Surely it's bigger than just what I've seen." "Not much more to see.... I thought I gave you the grand tour last night..." He bit softly on his lip as he stood from the chair and moved towards the hallway, maintaining a crooked smile. "..Though I guess it's fair to say you were a bit 'preoccupied', so docking points for shabby observation skills would be unfair." He stopped in front of the dark lady, leaning against the frame opposite her as he gestured into the corridor with his hand, motioning her onward. "Fine...I'll show you my meditation chamber, and perhaps -you- can show me more of what you've been keeping from me...." The Dark Lord swayed left then centered himself as he pushed off the frame and led her further into the ship. It was not but a few feet from the door frame that he turned quickly, sharply, and sternly as he looked into her while she closed the distance. "I will say this though...", his eyes narrowed and a fist tightened as it was pressed against the wall. "Call me 'Ramsie' again outside of the inner sanctum or private quarters, or anywhere near other non-sanctum members and I will put you.. through a wall...and not in the way that you would want me to sister." Now that he had made himself clear he straightened up and led further into the ship, stopping only once he'd arrived outside of the meditation chamber. The dark side energies permeated the door, seeping through like a deep red vapor visible only to the trained force sensitive. Anguish, despair, hatred....and most prominently, rage, composed the collision of force sensations emitting from the room beyond this door. Eurachis often practiced losing control of his rage in that room, and through discipline, reigning it in to a more tolerable state, one in which he could channel his anger, define it, and forge it into a weapon. This room would make for an excellent place to draw upon the dark side of the force and remind Renata that, he too has tricks she has yet to see. Placing a palm flat against a door panel, he waited for the security override to emit a high pitched chirp before watching the door recede into the wall and beckon them into the chamber. "Ladies first...." ((what the chamber looks like: images.wikia.com/starwars/images/7/71/Dooku%27s_meditation_chamber.png ))
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Post by Meira on Jan 29, 2013 19:06:24 GMT -5
She could feel what he felt; mild annoyance tempered by amusement. She smiled at him, and this time the smile was something far more natural than she'd allowed herself in some time. Perhaps it was the connection she had made to him through the force, or perhaps it was the simple fact that this time spent near the man had calmed her to his presence. Whatever the case, she didn't really seem to care. She smiled because she was enjoying herself. She could scarcely believe it herself.
He joined her at the doorway, taking the time for another little jab before relenting and moving to lead her toward his meditation chamber. She followed happily, but almost walked into him when he stopped and turned back around to face her. But rather than step back to create a proper distance, Renata remained close to Eurachis as he spoke.
Where they stood in the corridor, and his height over her, caused his face to be shadowed as he spoke. His words were equally dark and threatening, and Renata could feel the sincerity behind them. Even still, she couldn't help but smile up at the man, batting her eyelashes coyly.
"Oh, my dear Ramsie," she stressed the word, "I would never."
He turned, apparently satisfied in his threat, and continued the rest of the way to the chamber door. As they approached, Renata felt a not so subtle shift in the air around them. No doubt, her sensation if it all was aided greatly by her companion's presence and her link to him. Had she discovered this place alone, the waves of rage and pain that clung to the walls would have been impressive. With Eurachis, the source from which these dark energies had originated, it was downright intoxicating.
She breathed in deep, the breath rattling slightly in her lungs, as he placed his hand on the panel beside the door. It opened and he beckoned her forward. Beyond the door, the room was still dark and Renata couldn't help but imagine he was welcoming her into the darkness of his own mind. Was that not what his meditations had made this room?
Renata stepped forward, brushing past Eurachis as she stepped over the threshold. Her movement had caused sensors to activate the room's lighting which rose slowly. It remained fairly dim, diffused throughout the room so that it appeared to come from no where in particular. A moment later, blinds slid back over viewing panels, allowing the streaked blue glow of hyperspace to cast its own ambiance into the chamber.
Bare feet moved across the padded floor toward a low, circular meditation seat. The closer she stepped, the more powerful the energy in the room seemed to grow. The flesh of her arm and the back of her neck rose at the feel of it, sending a delightful shiver down her spine.
"Mmm..."Renata practically purred as she rolled her head back, relishing the feel of it all. "Oh Ramsie." she whispered. "This is nice."
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Post by Necro Stormborn on May 9, 2013 14:09:17 GMT -5
Leaning against the door frame, Eurachis watched his guest cross the chamber and look out past the viewport as she basked in the dark atmosphere that, over the years, had built up and churned violently in its stagnation. Arms furled up and crossed themselves against his chest as a raised eyebrow belied his true amusement of her joy. His lips parted subtly, making room for his tongue to sweep across the center and wet them before receding into his mouth as a smile crept onto the Dark Lord's face. He took a deep breath and swayed his body weight a bit forward, propelling himself off the door frame and into the room, allowing the door behind him to swoosh back into place and lock. His feet moved quickly and quietly through the room, slithering around Renata, stopping behind her momentarily, long enough for him to bring his lips down to her ears stopping mere centimeters from the skin.
"I'm glad you think so, I planned to save the best for last." He quickly pulled away and strafed around her till he was directly in front of her 10 feet away. "Though, now that I've shown you mine, you have to show me yours. Perhaps later." He grinned playfully at her before closing his eyes. He let his head undulate slowly, as if listening to a very faint beat, letting the dark side energies flow through him while power of past emotions and built up rage filled his body before ebbing back and out of him as he regained control. His fists tightened and his knuckles clenched together, washing away the red color of the free flowing blood, leaving only white. Eurachis winced momentarily then opened his eyes as he sucked air through his teeth almost as if in pain before releasing his clenched jaw and exhaling, almost gasping, in relief as his shoulders and chests lowered and relaxed.
"You may have learned new tricks between when we last sparred and now, but I wonder.... to what extent have you reinvented yourself. I find myself impressed by your display earlier, please... Show me more."
This was not the first woman Eurachis had met who was more than capable of winning a fight against him if it came to hand to hand, and Rhissai was truly a warrior he came to respect. However, combat was the Dark Lord's strength, regardless of its form; hand to hand, or using sabers, they all have similar fundamentals and to an experienced fighter the upper hand could usually be spotted. He didn't doubt Renata was good, but he did doubt if she was ready for an opponent like him.
"If you would do me the honor..," the Dark Lord bowed his head in respect, she was still his equal--skilled in combat or not. "Don't hold back though...I'll know." Hands slowly moved down to his side as he started for his saber, but then he shook his head and left it where it was. He could see she wasn't entirely taking him serious, so he decided to push her buttons...
"Come on sister, show me you are more than a silver tongue and a good lay... you must have some use other than your mouth."
He prepared for her; his hands were brought to bare in a defensive stance, legs locked and bent ready to move if needed, and his eyes narrowed menacingly. This was either a good idea, or as he would come to suspect, a very bad one.
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Post by Meira on May 10, 2013 16:59:26 GMT -5
She felt a tingle up her spine at his amusement, and it only grew stronger as he stepped closer to her. As he spoke into her ear, Renata leaned her head back to rest it against him, but he was moving again, away and around her. She watched his movements, realizing what it was he was getting at.
Her own eyebrow arched upward as Eurachis began to prepare himself. She was intrigued by the idea, though she didn't think it quite fair, considering how they were dressed. But she would make do. Renata rolled her shoulders backwards a few times, loosening up her muscles. She rotated her torso at the waist, first left then right, then leaned her entire body forward, pressing her hands flat to the floor before slowly bringing herself back up. When he bowed, She drew one foot back and lowered her body with her knees, dipping her head.
Eurachis made as if to draw his saber, but then thought better of it. Renata clicked her tongue against the back of her teeth to show he was making a mistake. But this was his ship, so it was his choice. So Renata stepped her right leg out to the side so that the slit in her dress exposed it. She snaked her hands down her legs, and then under the fabric until she unclasped the garter that held her shoto saber around her left thigh. Lazily, she floated the saber to the side of the room with the force and let it settle onto the floor.
He taunted her, but she only smiled at him, slowly stepping forward. She did not raise her hands, not yet. But she swayed her hips and brought her bottom lip between her teeth and nibbled on it for a moment. Was it the atmosphere of the room, or perhaps her connection to him? Was she picking up on some of his swaggering confidence? Or was it the fact that she knew he was playing right into her forte?
"I think you'll find I'm pretty good with my hands." she replied, smiling as she moved slowly closer. She'd have to get him to make a move first. Then she could get in close, where his strength and reach wouldn't matter as much as her speed and flexibility.
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Post by Necro Stormborn on May 10, 2013 23:49:09 GMT -5
"I already know you're good with your hands...as well as...many other things. A quality that, the more I reflect on the more I enjoy."
She stood there, biting her lip, smiling at him full of confidence. The deposed prince of Carida notched an eyebrow at her playfully feinting uncertainty before chuckling briefly. Eyes dropped to her legs, eyeing the revealed skin splayed intermittently as the slip in the dress swayed with her hips. "Renata, I think you're the best dressed person I've ever had to wipe the floor with. Might be to your advantage though, It's hard to keep my eyes from.....wandering."
Eurachis took one step forward dropping his defensive stance and started moving towards her. She just kept standing there, basking in her confidence, playfully teasing him all the while preparing herself for what was coming. Maybe she was just enjoying her last few moments of pain-free existence, or perhaps she approached fighting the same way he did. Fighting was fun, a rush of adrenaline, but it was also unnecessarily exhausting, and so if it could be avoided, in the interest of laziness, then it should be. However, some fights are just too interesting to pass up, while others are unavoidable. When one such as this, an opportunity to let loose and 'play' with his peers, crosses the Dark Lord's path the only thing he can do, is try to savor every second of it.
he closed the distance again with another step, now but 4 feet away, he locked his eyes with hers and refused to blink, careful not to giveaway any notion of his next actions. "So be it... I guess I'll have to get things rolling."
Like a surge of lightning, the Dark lord exploded with pent up rage, letting it flow over him and through him, igniting his eyes in a bright crimson hue. The dark energies of the room coalesced around his body painting him in a feint dark red well of force. In mere seconds he'd transcended into an explosive force of nature, fueled by an unholy rage...the likes of which many Sith of the past had aspired to achieve. With the strength and speed of a cyclone, Eurachis Spun his entire body, in one quick revolution, letting loose a backhand aimed to send her flying into the port side viewports. His legs stomped furiously into place stopping the spin, and readying themselves to lunge forwards and hammer her chest with his shoulder in the event she ducked or tried to back peddle away.
He let loose a guttural roar as he felt the tingle of the force rage burning the skin, enough to cause pain but leave the flesh intact. Power had a price, and the longer the match went, the worse the toll would be on his body. Although right now, to Eurachis, beating that grin off the Dark Lady's smug face was priceless... and once he'd won, he'd make sure to never let her live it down.
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Post by Meira on May 11, 2013 11:04:16 GMT -5
The smiles, the eyebrows, the hips and the lips; Renata's skin was tingling with the sensation of it all. They two were certainly an interesting combination. Before it had enraged her, for she couldn't admit just how alike they truly were. Sure, he was all muscle and masculine bravado. Sure she was slight and full of poise. But their wit... oh, Renata had never known a man who could keep pace as Eurachis did. In this place, so full of him, she lost track of anyone else. It would remain to be seen if she would regret this. But for now, she didn't want to stop playing.
Eurachis drew on his rage, a talent she knew he possessed, but had never actually seen him use. It was impressive, the way the room seemed to feed him. She'd be lying if she said she didn't care to learn such a power. It would certainly prove useful should she ever be overwhelmed. It would have been more useful against Blackwing than... perhaps...
But Renata had to abandon her musings as Eurachis made his move. With speed and power, he spun his whole body, sending out a fist to knock her down. But Renata had been watching, and slowly drawing the force into herself as well. This movement was countered by her own spin, so that when Eurachis slammed his foot into the ground and then shot forward with his shoulder, he would meet nothing but air. Renata had turned her body, sliding herself even closer until she stood, the front of her body almost touching the back of his as he let out his roar. She smiled again, sliding her cheek along his shoulder blade before quickly ducking in anticipation of another swing.
Her thin fingers wrapped around the Dark Lord's ankle, calling on the force to bolster her strength as she tried to pull it out from under him. As she did this, Renata brought her shoulder upwards into Eurachis' side, throwing off his balance and knocking him to the ground. She stood over him then, smiling down. "Come on, brother." she said, taking a step back to allow him to stand back up. "You can do better than that."
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Post by Necro Stormborn on May 21, 2013 12:15:14 GMT -5
(( song for reading: www.youtube.com/watch?v=zuQGx1H1Qh8 )) His fist flew with an almost deceptive speed, rocketing towards her face meeting only air. The dark Lady's movements were also quite deceptive. she had swayed back and away from the swing, rotating her own body and swiveling aside him, dodging his shoulder slam and pressing herself to his back. He could feel her against him for a second before she reached for him and dropped him to the ground. A quick tug on his leg with the aid of the force had propelled him down hard, onto his back staring up at that twisted malicious grin. His anger flared and propelled waves of dark side energies inward and outward both filling the room and drawing upon it simultaneously. Eurachis gritted his teeth as he stared up at his opponent, readjusting his strategy with given the new found information on her speed. She stood over him with that twisted grin planted squarely on her face, looking down at him as many who overestimated their skill had done before."Come on, brother." she said, taking a step back to allow him to stand back up. "You can do better than that." "Certainly....", he managed to get out as the Force rage slowly worked its way into his speech. Arms stretched back behind his head and legs arcing readily, he launched himself up off the floor and landed on both feet, in a combat ready position. "he shook his head quickly and coughed before making a heavy sniffle to suck in whatever had dislodged in the fall. "Enjoy the view from the top while you can, you'll be underneath me soon enough... though it's unclear whether that is a punishment or a reward." He let his cheeks rise in amusement as a smile tore across his face for the briefest of seconds. Eurachis took one step back then rocketed forwards twirling his body, gaining more momentum with each step before finally leaping up and spinning his leg in a downward arcing roundhouse aimed at her face and neck. his hands pressed together, and using all the force he could muster in one burst he readied his fists to rotate after landing and explode a blast wave of force in her direction for the soul purpose of launching her into a wall. She would likely block or dodge his kick, even if it was fast--- she was too. His real goal was to introduce her to the wall, and follow that up with a body slam and a fistful of fury to the gut. This would end quickly... all he needed to do was land one punch.
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Post by Meira on May 22, 2013 17:32:01 GMT -5
She bounced on the balls of her feet as she watched him. He hurtled himself back to his feet and she kept herself ready to move. She had to be wary of his strength, but she was faster and that gave her confidence. Perhaps too much confidence. Renata was smiling, or perhaps more smirking as he spoke. His threat was a welcome challenge. He was only aware of a very specific set of skills she could use from the bottom. She would take great pleasure in educating him further.
She watched as he moved, first back and then forward. Her grin widened as she simply stepped back to avoid his kick. Really, all that strutting gave away what he was doi- she didn't see him preparing the force push until it was too late. Eyes widened as she was hit by the sudden wave of force and she was lifted slightly from the ground and thrown backwards. She collided hard with the wall, sucking in air audibly as she saw the blur of his form closing in. She had to move.
Renata dropped her body to the ground, pushing from the wall and sliding between Eurachis' legs as he charged. With aid from the force, she jumped to her feet and used her momentum, and his, to throw a kick at the middle of his back, knocking Eurachis into the wall. Now she closed, pressing herself against his back once again. She brought her knee up between his legs and gripped his arm to twist it upward behind his back. Holding him like this, she was able to land a few punches to his ribs as she brought her lips to his ear. "Is this what you had in mind, Ramsie? Were you going to give..." she punched, "me a good punding?" she punched again, then allowed her teeth to close on his ear, just hard enough to get his attention.
She continued to push into him, holding his arm tight and bringing her knee up higher between his legs. Flashes of a certain memory danced in her mind. Roles reversed, he'd had his arms around her tight, her back to his chest and his breath in her ear. How does it feel? she thought, allowing the words to travel into his mind through the connection she still maintained with him. I won't lie, it's pretty nice where I'm standing.
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