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Post by Poludnica on Mar 8, 2012 8:27:39 GMT -5
Her eyes narrowed at the snarky remark. She crossed her arms in both – gesture of defiance and to protect herself from cold. Thin, short dress didn't give or keep any warmth to the point were Danica's form began to tremble slightly, teeth chattering slightly. ”Feel? How do you...? Nevermind.” How much more creepy powers did the Firrerreo had? For someone like her, a simple civilian with no interaction with Force Users it seemed almost supernatural, these skills of his. The woman sneezed lightly Achooo ”Damn cold.” She said before continuing. ”I can't stay in here.” The hurtful expression appeared on her features but then Danica realized that the closer she would be to an actual murder, the more possibility someone could see her with Aurelius. Not only that. As much as she hated the older couple, murder was a gruesome business. The woman would rather not to see details to haunt her later.
The male's eyes were bright, like two orbs of liquid gold. It still felt unnatural color for his species, unnatural color generally but then again Danica met only a few of Firrerreo in her lifetime. ”Fine.” She let a sigh of frustration to roll of her carmine lips only to be followed by an expression of surprise when an idea occurred in her mind. ”But I have a small request...” Her demeanor changed a but as the woman stepped closer to the assassin. Stopping mere inches from him. ”There is a terminal, somewhere in their rooms. I need data copied from it. That would make my life, much, much easier.” Her hand moved up to place it on Aurelius' chest. ”I will be very, very grateful.” Danica smiled, probably for the first time since they met. It was one of these impish smiles , seductive and mischievous at the same time.
A sound of footsteps moving upstairs, made her to gaze up. Maybe the hosts were not even sleeping. They should though...Danica let her hand linger a bit more. One might be surprised how quickly this woman could shift between moods and demeanors as if her personality and emotions were an ocean in constant movement; especially now when she let herself to show a bit of honest attraction toward the male.
”So...what do you say?” She asked, biting down her lip in anticipation, verdant eyes trying to catch any tell tale signs of the Firrerreo's thoughts.
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Post by Rugs on Mar 19, 2012 21:50:38 GMT -5
{Note: Rugs has not posted in a while. Rugs is rusty xD}
Nieraan glanced at the woman when she asked the beginning of a question. "How?" He arched a brow at her. Wasn't it obvious enough by now? Perhaps she'd never... worked with Force-user, but explanation would have to wait.
He shrugged dismissively. "I have my ways."
Nieraan watched her as she considered her options. He felt the pondering in her mind, the considering and weighing of the options before her. But there was more.
She's cold
The woman's dress was good for warmth. Good for being indoors and good for looking at, but out in the middle of winter's cold, it was worthless. Nieraan's own attire wasn't much better, he realized, as he looked at the subtle goosebumps rising on the woman's skin. Fortunately, temperature didn't faze him much, as long as it wasn't an extreme.
"Fine."
Nieraan's eyes fell on her face as he listened for an answer. A look of surprise flitted across it. Then her demeanor changed; she moved toward him, closer than she'd willingly come to him all night. She was so close Nieraan could smell her perfume, and nearly could feel the warmth of her.
She put a hand on his chest as she explained her request.
She even smiled.
Nieraan wasn't sure what to make of it, but the promise of gratitude, tone of her voice, and the way she smiled at him...
Toying with him, no doubt, but if he could gain something for himself, it might be worth it.
His eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he considered, still looking at the woman's flawless face. "I will consider it," he said slowly. Deciding that was all he needed to say for that, he glanced up at the balcony above them. Easily reachable with his own prowess; with the Force it would be beyond simple.
"I'll go deal with them," he said softly, allowing a subtle smile to touch the corners of his lips. His hand lightly touched the one she had resting on his chest for a moment, and then he pulled away from her. "You get in out of the cold." Now he did smile, canines showing fiendishly. "My business won't keep me long.
"And I'll find you when it's time to leave."
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Post by Poludnica on Mar 20, 2012 5:05:30 GMT -5
((Rugsy shouldn't worry because Rugsy made some awesome post :3))
His ways were not something Danica was comfortable with. She didn't like unpredictable things and a fallen Jedi was not something easy to read or deal with. It wasn't all bad, however as it had awoken a strange kind of thrill the woman was not ready to admit. Through thick, black lashes Danica quietly regarded the alien for a moment as if noticing him for the first time. The handsome creature, with rugged appearance of messed two toned hair, calculating golden eyes and unreadable, yet beguiling expression on his gilded boyish features had a sort of air about him that the woman couldn’t quite pinpoint, but his presence there, alone with her now, was terribly ... distracting pushing fear away to make place for something else entirely.
As she came closer a sudden feeling of self-awareness made her to become more seductive and teasing. Her eyes locked with Aurelius' ones for a brief moment but enough to see their sudden narrowing. It was obvious the assassin didn't trust her fully, maybe he wasn't as foolish as she had initially thought.
It was her turn to show distrust when the Firrerreo didn't give her a clear answer but her expression quickly returned to the one of coyness. ”I don’t settle for less than best. Remember.” Danica said with a smile and stepped away. Her gaze followed the male's one up to the balcony. This was the part she didn't want to be involved in. ”Don't make too much noise, it will buy us more time.” Now her body trembled not only from the cold but also something else. That thing she had hard time relating to, conscience...suddenly appeared telling her how horrible crime was about to happen. The woman pushed it back from where it crawled; her father hadn't made his fortune by having any type of conscience.
Nevertheless the whole ordeal still seemed wrong. ”I will be in my room. Join me after...that thing.” Quickly Danica left the balcony, trying not to get attention from the guards. Her mind circled around the couple. They would be dead anyway, no one would stop the assassin, what was wrong in using the opportunity? He would kill her without losing any sleep later if she had tried to stop him anyway. It was not like it was her finger that pulled the trigger...
Once back in the unnecessarily luxurious room, the woman curled up on the bed, waiting for the assassin to come back...better with the damn data.
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Post by Rugs on Mar 24, 2012 11:36:27 GMT -5
Nieraan looked at the woman from the corner of a yellow eye. He snorted a laugh, shaking his head with some small amusement. "Good thing you have the best then, hm?" A quiet confidence filled his words. For Nieraan, it wasn't arrogance that motivated it, but rather a simple statement of fact. There was something else to his words, though; another layer beneath the surface that had implications outside the simple assassination. He didn't say another word on it, though.
The Firrerreo turned his attention back to the balcony, largely ignoring the woman as she told him to keep the killing quiet. "I know what I'm doing," he muttered under his breath.
As the woman turned away and retreated back into the building, Nieraan hopped up onto the stone rail lining their balcony. He looked up, easily keeping his balance, and jumped up. The base of the railing on the balcony above was within easy reach for him. Once he had hold, he pulled himself up with his own strength and hoisted up and over the rail.
He didn't bother taking time to straighten his jacket up, walking instead right into the room without a care about if his targets saw him or not.
As luck would have it, they saw him.
They were hugging each other affectionately on a long, low couch. Their clothes and hair were disheveled. Both reeked of alcohol. Kieran was the first to notice Nieraan.
"You!" He slurred. "Shtop risght there! Whoooo... who are you?"
Nieraan smiled coldly at them. "Kieran and Jaina Tardoln," he said with a malevolently wry amusement in his voice. "I thought our esteemed aristocrats would make a better first impression..."
Jaina's brow furrowed deeply. Nieraan could see the concentration on her face as the wheels tried to turn in her mind. "What?" was all she managed.
Nieraan spread his hands amicably and chuckled. "Nothing, deary. Let's just say I'm a messenger." The Force began to flow into him.
With an almost casual flick of the wrist, he snatched Jaina up in the Force and pulled her to him. She gasped in shock. Kieran stared dumbly at what was happening. Before either of them could do more, Nieraan twisted the woman around and snapped her neck, sending her body limply to the ground.
"Shtop!" Kieran rose awkwardly to his feet, yelling at Nieraan. "You schouldn't be-"
"Actually, I should." Nieraan stepped calmly over the corpse and walked to Kieran. "I told you, I have a message for you."
Kieran took a swing at Nieraan's head. The Firrerreo ducked it easily. Pushing Kieran's arm aside, Nieraan took the chance to turn around and come up behind him. A foot stomped hard on Kieran's achillies tendon. Before he could collapse, one of Nieraan's arms snaked around the front of his throat. The other braced against the neck from behind. The muscles of Nieraan's arms hardened and tightened, and like a constrictor, he began to squeeze the life out of the doomed aristocrat.
"The Sith are tired of your little games, Kieran. It's been decided that you need to learn your place." His hold tightened further. Kieran's face reddened deeply as he struggled for breath.
"Don't worry," Nieraan said quietly, into the man's ear, "your estate will be well cared for. I doubt your cousin will be so stupid."
Kieran tried to mutter something, but between his choking and drunkenness, it didn't make a lick of sense.
Nieraan kept the pressure up until the man's body went limp against him. Then he snapped Kieran's neck and left him on the floor like his wife.
With his job done, Nieraan quickly looked around the room. The woman mentioned a terminal. What was on it, he couldn't say, but some information copied might be useful for the Sith as well. He searched around for a few quick moments a found it. Then he began to copy what he could to his datapad so he could make an escape...
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A while later, he opened the door into the room and walked in. "Let's go," he told the woman as the door closed behind him. "Job's done. We need to get out of here."
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Post by Poludnica on Mar 24, 2012 12:46:46 GMT -5
Every minute was a torture. She counted every heartbeat, every breath, every long minute. To kill time Danica changed her clothes again to make easier escape. Simple..well, no, not simple trousers. Nothing about that woman was ever simple but much simpler than her previous outfits. Black, silken pants and red top with small crystals embedded in it. A black jacket was next. Aurelius was gone for fifteen minutes now and Danica was growing restless. Maybe he got caught? No, no alarms. Maybe he decided that their deal was not worth it...Was it worrying? Could be.
The woman bit on the knuckles of her hand like back when she had been a little girl, trying to release some anxiety through pain. It helped but only for a moment. How long does one need to kill two people? An irritating thought flashed in her mind as green orbs moved to the mirror. Danica noticed her lipstick was smudged again, then remembered the walk with Aurelius, the taste of his lips... Involuntarily, the human bit down on her own lower lip.
After a moment, Danica decided to deal with this imperfection. Her hand reached for couple of tissues from the table and the expensive, crimson cosmetic. She was doing final touches to the make up when the doors opened. The human yelped , letting go of the lipstick that rolled toward the assassin, leaving red stains on the wooden floor.
”damnit, you scared me.” She began but the relief in her voice was more than audible as Danica exasperated softly. Slight tremble shook her body. ”You mean...they are...” Sudden wave of nausea caused the woman to feel weak. Danica's features paled momentarily but long hours of physical training allowed her to get back some of control. Now was not the time to collapse. ”Do you have the data?” She asked with shaky voice. Clumsily, Danica gathered her things , a small suit among them.
She didn't have a driver, unlike many of her status, Danica liked driving when away from Coruscant. Especially Naboo offered beautiful scenery. Though in her state, this task could become impossible. ”Do you know how to drive? Not a hover car, a ground car.” Danica tried to stop her hands from trembling but they wouldn't listen to her. Gritting the teeth in frustration, the human wiped away tears rolling down her cheeks.
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Post by Rugs on Mar 28, 2012 21:27:25 GMT -5
”Damnit, you scared me.”
Nieraan chuckled lowly as he stepped into the woman's room, shutting the door behind him. He smirked amusedly and looked at her. "I'm noticing that's not very hard..."
She'd changed clothes. Again. Nieraan wondered for a moment how many sets of clothes the woman had brought to the party, but there were more pressing issues at hand.
”You mean...they are...”
"Dead, yes," Nieraan finished evenly, scanning the room. Suitcase was still there... Wish I could change back into my armor. No time, though. His eyes flicked back to the woman. As he'd come to expect, she wasn't having the best reaction to the news, even though she'd wanted them dead.
Everyone couldn't be a hardened killer, he supposed.
The woman asked about the data as Nieraan went back to making a quick sweep of the room. He smirked slightly at the question, but a small object on the floor caught his attention. With a gentle brush of the Force's touch, he lifted the thing from the ground and brought it up to eye level.
It was small, cylindrical. One end was open with a smushed red substance where it'd hit the floor.
Lipstick. He looked back at the woman. It was the same deep red as her lips. For a moment he could taste them on his own again...
"We can discuss the data later," he answered, quickly snapping himself back to the present. "I didn't make much noise, but we need to be getting out of here. Now."
While she gathered her things, Nieraan picked up the suitcase that had the rest of her clothes and his armor in it. He turned, ready to get out, but the woman... She wasn't ready.
He sighed quietly and bit back a bit of annoyance that she was falling apart now, when she needed to have it together.
"Ground cars?" He lifted a brow. "Who drives those these days? If they come after us, they'll come in speeders. We need something quick, unless you know where we're going and it's close."
"And listen," Nieraan continued, setting the suitcase down and turning to her, "you need to keep yourself together." Without hesitation, he reached out to her and turned her chin with a cupped finger so that the whole of her face was looking at his. His touch was markedly gently, but he held her for a moment, looking into her verdant eyes. "Nothing is going o hurt you."
He let her go then, and carrying on as if nothing had happened, picked up the suitcase and walked over to the door. There'd been a promise in his words; nothing overt, but a subtle strength and assurance that what he said was true.
"Now, are you dead set on us going in a ground vehicle?"
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Post by Poludnica on Mar 29, 2012 5:21:17 GMT -5
Exhale. Coiled muscles released when Nieraan chuckled but a shimmer of irritation and fear was still present in her eyes. Especially when the Firrereo used his talent to scoop the lipstick from the floor. The woman walked closer to Aurelius and angrily grabbed the cosmetic hanging in the air. The human's olfactory sense picked up the assassin's masculine, yet alien, scent as she drew near. A small tremble made goosebumps to raise on her sensitive skin - Revulsion and fascination, fear and longing. Danica discovered the force users to be terrifying creatures. Not that she had the luxury of just fleeing from this one. Not when they had gone this far.
”If you didn't make much noise, how come we have to go now.” Many guests were leaving the party at this point. Danica wouldn't be more or less suspicious than anyone else here. At the list of potential suspects an heir to the business empire was not making the top. There was of course this part where she benefited from their death...But hopefully many would. She was going to add some more on the matter but the male's skepticism about her car made Danica to scoff.
”This car is an ancient Human antique from times your kind dwelt in caves of your forsaken home world; its renovation cost more money than you could earn throughout your entire life. Everyone can get a speeder.” She couldn't tell if this outburst was caused more by the stressful circumstances or because her precious car was insulted but it didn't really matter to Danica. The woman was slowly losing her focus and the assassin had noticed it too.
Normally her first reaction would be to push his hand away, but instead the woman felt relaxing under the Firrerreos touch. Green gaze locked on the handsome face. Slender fingertips slipped gently, almost lovingly, up Aurelius wrist and knuckles. ”You can't know that.” Danica said and moved away but she was visibly calmer now. At least enough to word her thoughts into a coherent sarcastic comment. ”Leaving a car worth couple millions of credits wouldn't be suspicious at all...” Danica rolled her eyes, ”Of course I am dead set on it.” She added, just in case the sarcasm was lost on Aurelius.
She squeezed pass the male and took the suitcase from his hands. ”It's best if we split up, I don't want anyone seeing with who I left the party. I will meet you on the parking.” With this, Danica prepared to leave when one more thought nagged on her mind. The woman turned , looking at the assassin. ”Can I have the data?” The human asked with eyes slightly narrowed in suspicion.
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Post by Rugs on Mar 29, 2012 23:29:52 GMT -5
Nieraan chose to ignore most of what the woman said back to him. She didn't know assassinations. She didn't know security. How could she know that, on finding the bodies, security would likely shut the place down under the guise of keeping the guests safe. The same guards who'd been complacent and lazy all night would spring to action.
They would check every guest that was still there, and that meant they'd find him.
And then they'd find his name wasn't on any list, and he didn't act at all like the rest of the gentry gathered in for the night. The issue could be worked around, but it was far more trouble than he wanted to deal with. Best to be gone before someone found out the couple was dead.
Not to mention that old man from earlier. Nieraan subconsciously straightened his coat. But if they haven't found him yet, then maybe we're good.
Then again, he had hidden the corpse very well.
”This car is an ancient Human antique from times your kind dwelt in caves of your forsaken home world; its renovation cost more money than you could earn throughout your entire life. Everyone can get a speeder.”
Apparently, he'd touched a nerve.
His skepticism hadn't been anything serious; nothing more than an offhanded reservation about using the primitive old means of transport. The woman's response, however...
Well, that had his acidic yellow eyes narrowing very slightly. Warningly.
But then he shrugged and waved her comments off and he chose to ignore what she'd said. His gaze had probably been enough, if the rest of her reactions were anything to go by.
”It's best if we split up, I don't want anyone seeing with who I left the party. I will meet you on the parking.”
Nieraan turned to let her through and shrugged again. "Whatever you want," he said casually, despite her denial of his insistence that she'd be safe. He didn't say anything to it, but took it as a quiet challenge. They'd come this far, right? Might as well get her out alive.
If only for my reward.
"I'll leave after you," Nieraan continued, glancing out one of the large windows. "I'll get there shortly after you. Have the car ready to go."
He turned to her and smiled coyly. "The data can wait 'til we're out of here. Now go."
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Several minutes later, true to his word, Nieraan arrived in the parking area. He'd never truly left the woman. Even after waiting for her to go into the hall and start working to the exit, he'd tracked her from afar, using his senses and line of sight to keep both a proverbial and literal eye on her.
Once she reached the parking lot, he'd stalled for a few moments, allowing time for his arrival to seem more organic, and then there he was.
His eyes quickly found her as he crossed the way to her. She stood out to him, pretty even in the more conservative trousers and jacket.
No. Time to get away. Not for that. He gave her a silent nod as he reached the old ground car. He allowed his eyes another passing sweep of her figure. Time to get out of here.
"No sign that anyone's the wiser of what happened." Nieraan opened the back door, picked up the suitcase and put it inside. Then he opened the driver's seat door and got in. "Come on. We need to get out of here."
He waited for her to get in and put her safety belt on. And then he left.
Of course, he wasn't terribly familiar with ground cars. But he knew enough to go short distances.
Besides, when had that ever stopped him before?
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Post by Poludnica on Mar 30, 2012 4:34:44 GMT -5
Her soft features held a cast of disappointment before being wiped clean by the dry smile that reached her devilishly sparkling green eyes. “Lucky you, I am ...patient.” He didn't trust her, of course. Not enough not to risk her running away with the data. Danica wasn't sure if to be insulted or flattered. For a moment the woman's gaze stopped on the exposed canines. ”So inhuman...” She thought briefly before turning away and leaving the room. Playing calm was much harder than she initially thought but managed to say good night to every guest she had passed and nod at the guards who opened the mansion’s door for her. All the time there was this nagging thought that everyone saw she was guilty. Like had it written on a forehead or something. The walk to the car seemed to last an eon but Danica finally reached the silver sport car back from the ages humans developed first blasters. It was a rare antique, a collector's curiosity rather than anything else as it took it three times more to get to the destination than a modern speeder but it was also something special. Something no one on this backwater planet had. A noise made her to look back at the gravel path but it was only Aurelius, strolling casually and relaxed as if he hadn't killed the three people today. Conscience still nagged her about poor Rioman, putting her in a sour mood. Without a word she sank into a passenger seat, crossing arms on her chest. ”Don't wreck my car.” Danica said, wondering what would be the next step. They could go to her place, which was a new club, yet to be open. There she...they could rest before leaving this place. A shuttle to Coruscant was chartered on the early afternoon so she had plenty of time to look over the data or to sell the police her version of what had happened at the party. Yes, that was a good, structured plan with one unpredictable variable. Verdant gaze locked on the alien man now focused on driving. She knew where it was heading, aware of the promise she implied back on the balcony. A part of her was defiant, that it would be dragging her family name through mud. A criminal, an alien and a force user. Everything she had been taught to hate the most, yet Danica couldn't help but feel fascinated by this danger. Probably there was a way o just pay him off with appropriately high amount of money but with a mixture of surprise and anger, the woman discovered she would experience a strange feeling of loss. It only put her in worse mood. It took good two hours before they reached the club, mostly because Danica got horribly lost couple of times. Her spatial orientation was always a train wreck but the human refused to admit it. ”Wait...right...no..left...maybe right...F*ck, everything looks the same on this farm den.” Finally after a bucket of curses they reached the modern building on the edge of a large city. The club was far from what Danica owned on Coruscant but Naboo was like a backwater village in comparison so it seemed appropriate. With few movements over the haptic keyboard, Danica disabled the security and the doors opened reaviling interior lighten by a soft, pink glow. Immediately a calm, ambient music piece filled the room. Gentle, electronic tunes could barely be heard over the hum of halogen lamps. The woman immediately walked over to the bar and opened the nearest bottle, without even looking what it was. ”I need a drink...” She explained briefly, her eyes trailing the assassin's every step. Getting to a familiar, safe place had awoken much more confidence in Danica, even if the circumstances were no different. Aurelius was as dangerous as he had been before. Unfortunately, also equally attractive to the point she began to wonder if it was some kind of Force trick or just adrenaline rush converting into a physical longing.
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Post by Rugs on Mar 30, 2012 15:32:28 GMT -5
The drive was... longer than expected.
Much longer than expected.
"How do you own the damn place and not know where it is?" Nieraan grumbled through clenched teeth, driving with his hands tight on the wheel. Of course, she never admitted to being lost as she led them Force only knew where, but he figured it out after the first three times he had to turn around.
If Nieraan lacked for experience with ground cars when they left the party, he felt like he'd been working with the things for his entire life by the time they finally reached their destination.
When they finally did, he sighed thankfully as he parked the car and turned it off. The woman wasted little time getting out and going into the building. He took his time, climbing out and stretching out muscles tight from sitting still for so long. The he grabbed the suitcase from the back seat and followed her in.
Nieraan caught up with the woman, who was entering some code on a keypad to get them inside. The door opened as he approached, and he followed her in.
The interior of the club was nice. The pink lighting was soft and gentle. The furniture was brand new.
"So, what? This your place?" Nieraan dropped the suitcase on a thick cushion and folded his arms across his chest. An entertainment club owner. Her being at that party would make sense.
Then why did she want that couple dead? Competitors, perhaps?
She whisked herself away to the bar, and Nieraan sighed. He took his coat off, glad to be out of the stupid thing, and followed her.
Upon reaching the bar, he settled himself onto a stool and looked at her. She seemed more relaxed now, which was good. Hopefully she'd calmed down from earlier. Still, he could feel that some part of her was wary toward him, though he was quick to note the attraction that was still lurking beneath the surface.
He smiled wryly at that, briefly.
Can explore that later. Got one last matter to take care of.
"Well, we made it away from the party just fine," Nieraan started casually. He looked down at his arms and undid the cuff of one sleeve so he could roll it up to the elbow, and did the same for the other. Then he undid the annoying tie around his neck and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. Much more comfortable. He still despised formal wear, but it was better than it had been.
Even if the old man had been too fat for the clothes to fit Nieraan properly.
For a single quiet moment, his eyes fell from her eyes to her face. He briefly wondered how old she was, to have such smooth, pure skin. She looked young, but in appearances, looked a little older than he looked. He doubted she was truly older than he was...
Business.
He chucked down in his throat and plucked a small device from his pocket. On it was everything he'd been able to get from the console. Everything she'd asked for, and more. "So I guess there's one more thing you want isn't there?" He was serious, but there was an underlying on his words. He could still feel that attraction, and it felt stronger here than it had back in her room. But now, all he'd do was tease gently.
"There's a stipulation," he went on, holding up a finger to keep her from trying to grab for it. "You get a copy. My... employer might also have some interest in the information on this. However..." he opened his fingers and the stick floated on a lazy current of the Force to the woman, "everything on it is yours. Every bit of information I could find on that terminal."
Nieraan allowed himself a self-satisfied smirk. "Everything you wanted and more, I'm sure."
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Post by Poludnica on Mar 31, 2012 5:59:02 GMT -5
That tranquility of the club's soft, pink glow was a hard contrast to frantic movements of its owner. Danica spilled one third of the bottle before filling the glass. Her hands were still trembling from tonight's events. The woman clenched her fists to calm down the unwilling shudder of muscles. Her gaze moved away from the tightly coiled fingers to the assassin. ”Technically...no.” She responded without further elaboration.
In truth it was her father's club, everything owned by Livco belonged to him. As long as Cassius Liviana was breathing she was just a replacement for him as CEO. Someone she knew for couple of hours shouldn't know her family secrets, Danica guarder her privacy with zeal rarely seen in public figures.
She noticed a movement in her peripheral vision and yelped but it was only Aurelius seating himself on a stool beside her. Without a word, the woman returned to drinking. After third one one could say Danica was in a state resembled calmness mixed with mild euphoria. She was alive and with a data that could change the Naboo market when it came to entertainment business. With alcohol pushing away pains of the unclear conscience and fear of punishment, the human managed to gather her wits if a bit tipsy.
Emerald orbs trailed off to the male, who was trying very hard to get free from the suit. ”Just take it off, you look like a shapeless squeak toy in it. “ Danica said casually, not really showing if she was serious, flirty, teasing or plainly insulting. She tried to ignore the way the assassin was looking at her face, with cold assessment in those intensive, yellow eyes. A gaze of a predator watching his prey.
”There is certainly one more thing I want....” Danica let her hair to fall to the side while watching the alien carefully. ”The data...” She arched her dainty brow and turned away to get out of her jacket. This Naboo bourbon seemed to raise the temperature in the room by couple of degrees. When she turned back the device was hanging in the air which immediately made her to jump in a surprise. ”Don't do that...” Danica snapped and wanted to grab the data but Aurelius quickly his the device in his golden fingers. Dark frown formed between carefully plucked brows.
”I didn't know your employers were into Naboo entertainment stock market.” The woman stated flatly. It was most likely a play to show how generous he was. Danica just wouldn't believe someone like him would give away something of value to his employers.
Once the data were in her hands, Danica quickly run them in her personal terminal. There was everything. Free estates with the lowest prices, recent purchases and even shipments of an alcohol. It gave her all the information about the competition to push them from the market or at least mimic their strategy. ”That is...amazing.” She looked like a small girl getting her very first candy: eyes sparking in excitement, flushed cheeks and wide, honest smile of pure happiness. As if realizing again there was a company, Danica closed the terminal and looked at Aurelius. This time much more gleeful.
”Name your price.” The woman said, leaning against the luxurious counter. Her eyes fixing on the male's face, taking in every detail. He looked young but he was also from a species that took centuries to get old. Negotiating with him wouldn't be easy like she had previously thought. Looking like a kid and behave like one were two different things.
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Mar 31, 2012 15:47:32 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Mar 31, 2012 15:47:32 GMT -5
{Hungover writing >:3}
"I bet you would like that," Nieraan retorted wryly. It was hard to tell if the woman telling him to take his clothes off was an insult or an honest flirt--or some strange mix of both brought up by her liquor--but it amused him nonetheless.
Besides, she would, whether she admitted to it or not. He'd seen the way she looked at him while he was changing out of his armor.
Deciding to humor her a little, Nieraan unbuttoned his shirt further, allowing teases of his powerful chest and abs to show before he steepled his fingers on the countertop. That was all he did. A tease, and little more. Anything more would have to wait. For now.
"My employer has an interest in many things, deary," he said lazily. He watched her face light up as she began to pour over the data he'd retrieved for her. Yes, it was amazing what he'd been able to find once he did some digging.
The same self-amused smirk grew into a satisfied smile as she continued going over all the information she'd been given. There was a great deal; it nearly filled Nieraan's stick, and going over it would take hours and hours.
Nothing but the best, she'd said to him when they were out on that balcony. There were many things she didn't know about him, many things she couldn't know. But one thing she would learn was that he was one of the best. Her hinted little challenge had only served as a point of motivation.
After a few moments of playing with her new information, she seemed to remember he was there and turned to look at him. Her face now was a sharp contrast to how it'd been in the room. She looked much more at ease. Happy, even. It was intriguing, the way an emotional shift could make her already-beautiful features even better.
”Name your price.”
Nieraan chuckled in his throat as he tapped two of his fingers together. Now they were to the point he'd been waiting for: his reward. He scratched the side of his face thoughtfully and tapped a forefinger on the countertop while he pondered how best to say what he wanted to say. While he thought on it, he studied her just as she was studying him.
"Two things," he said, lifting two fingers with a wry little smile. "For one, I want a name to know you by, or I'm going to have to make one up."
He chuckled softly and dropped that finger, leaving one up."And two..." He paused, rolling his neck one way, then the other. It popped twice. When he looked up again, his eyes settled on hers. "I want you to let go of your inhibitions, and stop letting your fear keep you from what you know you want." That was all he said. But thinking back to the fears and conflict she'd felt earlier, even only a few moments ago, he was sure that the meaning was clear.
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Mar 31, 2012 16:50:24 GMT -5
Post by Poludnica on Mar 31, 2012 16:50:24 GMT -5
Ambient The shirt was unbuttoned now and a hot flush crept up the skin of the woman's cheeks at the unwarranted thoughts. .. and the realization that she had been staring. Danica snapped her eyes away, suddenly putting awful amount of attention into a glass of bourbon. What am I doing getting involved with this man?” Instead she focused on the idea if his employers would really be interested in those data. Her competitors? Unlikely, although she was not the only one using dirty tricks and below the belt market blows. Regardless of the male's motives, Danica downloaded the data and tucked away the stick. Aurelius part was done now it came down to payment. Chartreuse eyes, framed by striking silver make-up, blinked at the Firrerreo for a moment before looking bashfully away. ”I am curious with what name you will come up.” A slight smile tugged at Danica's lips at his requests. A small part of her felt offended by so ostentatious way to ask for special favors but also another part, much bigger, was pleased that she was worth more than any credits she could pay. That left her three choices and one of them encompassed just ditching him she got the chance. Danica's stomach tied into a knot at the thought of it. No, not three options, two. A soft laugh rolled melodically from the woman's lips as she looked sheepishly at the assassin. ”Maybe I already have what I want.” Danica tapped the personal terminal with her long, perfectly manicured fingernail. The Firrerreo thought dealing with her was so easy? He couldn't even bluntly name terms; used vague references to her needs. It crossed her mind the assassin was afraid of rejection which he had gotten once already. ”I must say, you are a persistent one.” She chuckled and walked toward Aurelius, letting her warm palm to sneak under the shirt. The woman had to hold back a sigh, feeling hard, well developed muscles. ”Come on, you can do better than this.” Danica teased, pulling away her hand but not quite moving away. Maybe the first sign she was letting her guard down. Shivering slightly from excitement prickling on her skin, the human stepped behind Aurelius. Whatever reasons Danica had for coaxing him into this deal, she had to follow it through. There was no going back, especially not with someone as dangerous. He was handsome, no doubts about it but it was this aura of danger that drew her closer and closer, despite better judgment.
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Post by Rugs on Apr 1, 2012 10:25:37 GMT -5
It took some effort to keep a cocky grin off his face when he saw the woman's reaction to his shirt opening. She stared at him, her cheeks growing brighter. In the Force, he felt a sense of wonder coming from her. You can't hide it forever, he taunted silently. We both know what you want.
After a few moments, she managed to regain some semblance of control over herself and smiled bashfully at him.
”I am curious with what name you will come up.”
"I'm sure you are," Nieraan said with a little smile. He chuckled softly and shook his head. "But I've never been the best with names, so you might want to give me one of your own choosing."
When he voiced his second price, she looked at him for a moment. Truth be told, Nieraan was half expecting her to break from the relaxed mold she'd fallen into and stat screaming and hollering and throwing things at him again like she had back in her room.
Surprisingly, she smiled. It was slight, but it was a smile. He could feel some form of satisfaction from her, but he wasn't sure at what. It almost made him wary; he was used to her answering his advances with hostility, not... whatever she was feeling.
”Maybe I already have what I want,” she answered coyly, tapping the side of her terminal.
Nieraan breathed a chuckle. So she was going to play a game with him. Tease me like I'm teasing her...
"A piece, maybe. But not the whole of what you want." As he spoke, he looked into her verdant eyes. Those green pools were deep and beckoning. A man could get lost in them. "Your actions make that clear enough, don't you think?"
She started to walk around the bar and approach him. Nieraan stayed as he was, looking ahead with his fingers steepled on the bar counter. His body didn't budge, but his eyes followed her briefly.
”I must say, you are a persistent one.”
Surprisingly, he felt her hand come to rest against him, against a few of the eight abs sculpted into his stomach. He felt a finger move and fall into one of the deep ridges between the muscle, and her hand gently press against him only to meet solid resistance. Even sitting, even relaxed as he was, his body was firm. Hard. To say he was an exquisite specimen of his race would be an understatement.
He just hated the fact that it was his mother that was largely responsible, through her genes and her brutal training and the hell of a life she'd made him live.
It was hard to stop the gold of his skin from growing deeper as he felt satisfaction at how she felt as she touched him. He didn't know if she understood the colors of his skin, but he wasn't ready to give his moods away yet.
She spoke again, teasing him to do better as she pulled her hand away, but she didn't leave him. She moved to stand behind him, but stayed close to him.
Maybe that was good for him. Or maybe she was playing a game.
"You'll learn that persistence is a trait of mine, my lady," Nieraan answered. For once, there wasn't too much mocking or sarcasm on the honorific. It was just something to go by until he came up with a name or she gave him one. He was still sitting as he had been, arms on the bar and looking ahead, even with her behind him. "You'll learn that well."
Now he turned around on his still, looking at her, meeting her eyes with his. He leaned back partially against the bar behind him, putting his left arm back up on it. An unintended result was that it opened his shirt up farther, pulling one side to fall back and hang loosely off beside his leg. It reveled the whole of one side of his powerful chest, and more his chiseled stomach. And now the muscles in his side were visible, flowing smoothly and beautifully into his abs.
For a brief moment, he thought about adjusting that, closing it. He hadn't intended for it to happen, but there wasn't any point in it now. Might as well keep going.
"You'll also learn that I can be very persistent when I want something." He purposefully allowed his eyes to drift, to take in her form. "And right now, I know what I want..."
A part of him was worried at what he was doing--worried that by telling her outright, he was giving her too much control, too much power. But he wasn't saying anything she didn't already know. Right?
That part of him told him to play more carefully. This wasn't like fighting. Fighting was familiar ground to the Firrerreo. Fighting was about the only constant he'd had in his life. This? This game he played with her now was something relatively new. Something foreign. He lacked for flowing, poetic words, or sweeping platitudes about beauty that could only be compared to heavenly bodies or anything silly like that.
All he knew was to do what he always did with anything: say what he wanted, and say it plainly.
His eyes stopped their wandering and found hers again. "You."
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Post by Poludnica on Apr 1, 2012 12:13:10 GMT -5
Luminous green irises flickered up from the veil of black strands that like a curtain covered now half of her features. Lazily, she pushed unruly hair away, with a movement of a spoiled feline. ”Only if you will tell me yours. The true one.” The woman smiled demurely, again hinting she didn't believe Aurelius is how most of people called him. Her gaze locked with bright, yellow eyes of the Firrerreo. For a moment it seemed like a trial of will, who will look away first. The human did.
”You assume a lot, to know what I want.” Danica responded, a hint of anger flaring edges of the words. The subtle change of color to his skin didn't escape her, in soft pink light of the club it turned a tone darker but it wasn't something the woman could interpret. Was it like blushing for a human, a flush of anger, embarrassment, waking desire? It frustrated her when dealing with aliens – these small reactions they didn't share with her kind.
”The question is, will it be enough.” Any fear or anxiety were gone as if by touch a magic wand. Danica knew she had an upper hand as if there was a way for her to sense growing uneasiness in the assassin or at least she was drunk enough to believe it. The woman stepped closer, placing her warm palm on Aurellius, letting both of her digits to slide down inhumanly honed muscles.
For a moment Danica thought she would lose the control as her face buried in the male's golden neck. Strong, masculine scent caused a shiver of pleasure to raise under skin and down her spine. ”Want and get are two very different things.” She breathed, gently nibbling the assassin's ear.
Just as her hands were about to reach the belt, Danica pulled away, mustering all the self control she had. Dainty fingers traveled up, leaving delicate marks of her sharp nails on the male's skin. It was almost a physical pain to pry her body off him; she couldn't hide her longing nor desire any longer: The woman's cheeks were flushed, eyes sparkly. It was not a game of if they wanted each other but who will lose the precious control first.
Slowly, she returned to the the bar, stepping behind the counter. Casually, as if nothing had happened, the woman scooped a bottle of chilled water. Placing the cold liquid against her neck, Danica felt her senses were coming back. Droplets of condensed vapor trickled down the girl's shoulder blades, forming shimmering trail on her rosy skin. She sighed deeply, looking at her companion.
”A little hot in here, don't you think.” A melodic chuckle escaped her lips, stretched in a self-satisfactory grin. It was almost surreal how quickly her attitude about the Firrerreo shifted. All it took was a stream of data and a display dangerous skills. Green orbs finally rested at now exposed stomach and chest, shaped by years of rigid training. And that...
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Apr 1, 2012 13:34:39 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Apr 1, 2012 13:34:39 GMT -5
”Only if you will tell me yours. The true one.”
Nieraan chuckled. "The name I've told you is as true to me as any other..." He knew that she wanted his birth name. In truth, there wasn't really any harm in telling her, but if it was another extension of the game they played, then he would play it.
"Besides," he continued, lazily leaning more of his weight on the bar , "why should I tell you my true name if I can't even believe you'll tell me yours?" He grinned a wry, lazy grin at her, showing hints of his canines again. "It could just be part of trick from you, for all I know..."
”You assume a lot, to know what I want.”
Nieraan chuckled again and tapped his temple lightly with a forefinger. "I can do that. I am not a normal man..."
He let himself stop there, with his quiet little reminder of his Force sensitivity. No need to freak her out again, but then again, she didn't seem to mind the things he did now. Or the fact that she was flirting with a man who'd killed three people--that she knew of--in the span of a few hours.
He wouldn't complain in the slightest.
She brought herself near again, pressing her hand against his solid body once more. Nieraan felt a spark of cocky satisfaction at it, but kept his composure, chucking gently at her statement. "I guess that's a good question," he answered softly. "But it hasn't failed me yet."
Only it had. No matter how much he told himself to persist against Kamirille, he failed. No matter how much he persisted in his training, she was always one or two or ten steps ahead of him.
But this was different. And this woman, sly devil though she could be, was not Kamirille.
He felt her hand continue on down his stomach. And then he felt her face against his neck. He could smell the gentle scent of her perfume, and below that, subtle hints of the soap she'd bathed with.
The warmth of her, the nearness of her had his skin's tone growing a little deeper, a little richer. Desire buzzed at the back of his mind, threatening to grow into a roar as he felt warm breath against his bare skin.
”Want and get are two very different things,” she quietly teased him as she nibbled on his ear.
Her hands approached his belt, still holding the over-loose pants on around his slender waist. Anticipation rose, but then... Then she drew her hand away, walking back up his stomach with her fingers, leaving gentle marks against his skin as her fingers worked up the hard muscle.
She withdrew them, leaving him with an agonizingly close brush with what he wanted, but still short. A pang of frustration went through his mind as she walked around to the back of the bar. Why did she tease him so?
We both want this. Can't we just get on past the games?
No, no. Nieraan pushed the annoyance down and calmed himself, keeping his composure straight. She might win the game, but it wouldn't be that easy. Not by half.
It was plainly clear, though, that in this game, she dangerous. He could have his way with her in physical combat, but in this contest of will and desire, she was plainly experienced, where he was not. That made her dangerous. That gave her a chance for control.
But no, he was not a pup, even if this was not his strength. He watched her press the cool bottle to the back of her neck, watched her eyes fall on his exposed muscles again. He was tempted to tear the shirt form his body, but that wouldn't do. Not yet.
He knew he could tempt her too. And perhaps turn her own game against her.
"A bit, perhaps," he said casually. He stood up lazily and stretched, crossing his arms over in front of him. The muscles in his chest condensed and hardened, showing veins and striations as they tightened. His abs grew tight stood out sharply on his stomach for the brief stretch. Long, hard cords of muscle twisted and tightened in his forearms, webbed with veins.
Then his hands fell to his side and he began to approach her, stride loose and lazy as though nothing had happened.
A slight smile touched his face as he approached her. "I do wonder though, how long you can hold yourself back." He stopped near her, slipping his hands beneath the fabric of her top and putting them on her sides. Her skin was soft and smooth and silky, even beneath his swordsman's callouses. It was perfect.
Nieraan leaned down slightly, bringing his face a little nearer to his like he was leaning in for a kiss. "How long can you torment yourself, being so close to the thing you want? To a man that sends shivers down your spine..." His lips got very close to hers. They brushed very lightly, fleetingly, and then he was gone, pulling himself slowly away.
He let his hands leave her and moved around behind her, eyeing the drops of water that glistened on her back. "After all," he said softly, allowing himself to feel her soft skin again as a forefinger moved gently down the portion of her exposed spine, "you only want the very best."
Nieraan chuckled softly, his finger wiping away a drop of water as it left her back. "Well, here I am."
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Post by Poludnica on Apr 1, 2012 14:59:35 GMT -5
The elemental fury of simple, instinctive cravings had a way of showing whether you were a human of a Firrerreo, just a bit differently. She now could match the way his skin darkened under her touch. It was growing desire. A single, amusing thought flashed in her mind. Can I turn him saffron yellow? For a moment the woman had to force down a chuckle at this idea. Glacial green eyes flickered in bemusement when the assassin's body tensed in frustration when she had withdrawn her touch. ”You are free to guess. I am certain in this room you will find cues what my name may be.” She said slowly, tilting her head to the side. The bottle of icy liquid was now moved close to her lips as Danica watched Aurelius stretching himself like a cat.
It was a nice view, for certain but she was a woman and it was touch, smell that made her go high wire. Obviously the assassin didn't spend enough time around human females to know it as his display had no other purpose but to put her in awe. Danica smiled and shook her head. ”Not like that.” The devilish smirk faded when the Firrerreo approached. He was a quick learned or had hidden his talent well. Maybe it was connection to the Force that gave him the edge she lacked.
Automatically, she braced herself as the male came closer. Her muscles tensed but treacherous senses picked up his warmth and scent. ”You would be surpris...” Danica inhaled sharply when Aurelius fingers caressed her sensitive skin setting her nerves ablaze. Baser urge began to tug at the woman, taking advantage of her fading resolve regarding the assassin. She closed her eyes when his lips brushed against hers. Danica bit down on her tongue for a moment, hoping pain would bring back the confused, scattered thoughts. It helped for a bit.
”You are no man. Firrerreo.” The woman demurred in a soft purr, hoping that putting this little border she would get more time, either from Aurelius anger or his confusion. Once again she ran her fingertips along the assassin's spine, as if by accident brushing against much more sensitive area. She had nowhere to run this time, as he blocked the exit from behind the counter. Beside, Danica was rarely one for running.
Gracefully, like a true dancer, the woman turned on her tiptoe to face Aurelius, pressing her soft frame against his. Without much more hesitation she locked her lips with his, not holding back anymore. Danica's hands freed the assassin from the misfitting shirt and herself from the simple top. The sensations exploded under her skin with a raging mixture of desire and pleasure but at the edge of her mind, the woman remembered the game was not over just yet.
At the right moment, when the two of them were half-naked and no doubtingly feeling of safety nestled in the Firrerreo mind thinking he had all the control, Danica pulled away, moving farther away. ”I think a fruit drink would be nice, don't you think?” She smiled with mischief as it was plainly clear it was just a simple show off strength. You can't read everything about me... The woman's features seemed to speak as her hand reached for a round, red shuura. Danica bit down on it, throwing the rest at the visibly frustrated assassin. It was a dangerous fire she was playing with and the woman knew it. That was part of the thrill...
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Post by Rugs on Apr 2, 2012 9:39:35 GMT -5
Success. Satisfaction. One feeling hit, quickly followed by another as Nieraan felt the woman's feelings intensify. Her desire grew stronger at his teasing, at the way he turned her game against her. Especially as he pulled away and slipped behind her.
”You are no man," she whispered coyly. "Firrerreo.”
Nieraan chuckled softly at her words. "No mere man, maybe," he answered softly, feeling fingers brush along his spine. "More than any normal man..."
Their eyes locked for a moment as she began her next move in the little game they played. Someone would have to give, and soon. Any normal being could feel they way they strained against the desire filling the air.
For Nieraan--for a Force-sensitive--the feeling in the air was almost palpable.
She came to him, pulled the loose-fitting shirt from him and dropped it on the floor and did the same for herself. Despite her coy little joke about it being hot a few moments earlier, Nieraan was glad to feel the air on his skin. It was cool, pleasant.
Even more pleasant was the feeling of the woman's skin against his own as she pressed herself against him. Her lips found his and stayed on them. For a long moment they stayed like that. The gold in Nieraan's skin grew richer, deeper as his arms began to close around the woman's slender waist. He even put knowing her name aside for later as he felt a thrill of victory and something more. And then...
Then she was gone, twisting devilishly away from him with a wicked smile. Nieraan stared after her with empty arms, dumbfounded.
”I think a fruit drink would be nice, don't you think?”
Frustration flourished as he watched her grab a fruit. It grew so quickly and deeply that a scowl formed on his face as she bit down on the fruit and then tossed it at him. Unlike in the room, he didn't catch it, nor did he stop it with the Force. It hit his hard stomach and plopped wetly to the ground, leaving a faint red mark on his skin and bits of juice that got trapped and guided along in the ridges between his abs.
Nieraan didn't care. Of course it was part of that stupid game.
"You are cruel," the Firrerreo muttered, forcing himself to calm down. He took one breath, then two. She was getting to him. He wanted her so very badly, but if he gave in, she'd have won.
That the hell does it matter? He looked down at himself, kicked off the tight, uncomfortable shoes. Maybe he would let her win. Maybe this once, losing wouldn't be so bad.
Not if it got him what he wanted.
He took one step toward her. Then another. And another, moving steadily toward her, muscles rippling with a gentle, catlike grace with every movement.
"So what are you trying to do?" He asked as he approached. "Tame me? Make me beg?" He very close to her, close enough that he could feel the warmth of her. He put a hand to her wrist, keeping her from doing anymore with the cocktail she'd made. It slid up her arm and neck, and with a finger, he moved it under her chin and tilted her face slightly up to his.
"Begging won't happen. But if you want to tame me..." He smiled devilishly, eyes flashing with some mix of determination and mischievous amusement. "Well, you're welcome to try."
Nieraan's finger feel from her chin and his hands took her sides. He leaned in to kiss her, and did so truly. It was emotional, as he began to give into the emotions he'd fought to hold off for the last little while. As he began to give to the fact that yes, in that game teasing lusts and desires, he wouldn't beat her.
So she would win. For once, he didn't mind.
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Post by Poludnica on Apr 2, 2012 14:12:20 GMT -5
Was there no end to the bravado of men? Danica thought watching carmine juice making its way down Aurelius' stomach. She bit down on her lower lip, trying to keep a smile of satisfaction away. Instead the woman's features expressed innocent bafflement as if she did nothing to earn such reaction from the frustrated male. ”Cruel?” Green eyes trailed up and down the Firrerreo's frame, enjoying deep golden color his skin now had. ”How come?” She asked innocently, playing with a loose strand of her raven curls.
As Aurelius moved closer, she leaned against the counter, resting elbows on a cold surface. She could sense the tension building with every step the assassin took. By the time he was near her, Danica knew the game was hers to win. Desire in his gaze was evident, palpable, made her skin to burn. ”Maybe I like bringing men to their knees.” The woman purred, enjoying warmth of his touch to travel up her arm and up to her chin. She could feel every single, small motion his hands made; could smell him, could taste him. Danica felt her own body preparing for a game of senses with the male, right there, in that terrible little club.
Her fingers sank into Aurelius two-tone colored hair, affectionately pulling him closer. Affection to a complete stranger...Her body – almost always too tense – relaxed under surprisingly gentle touches. . She enjoyed the warm taste and texture of his skin, finally letting go of any inhibitions that had ruled her. And naturally, Danica made no effort at all to keep silent filling the room with almost artistic combination between whimpers and moans.
The human woman was trying to catch her breath, still feeling traces of the ecstasy riling through her body. Much to her surprise she felt but somewhat relaxed... Almost calm, if such a sensation was possible after what had happened the night before. Despite all that, however, Danica could feel pangs of guilt to gnaw at the edge of her mind as the woman knew the victory in their little game was only a facade; That she would submit to alpha males like Aurelius,. She was too weak to resist, and it stirred a sorrow within her.
With a long satisfied sigh, Danica pressed her forehead against his chest. ”This was... ... no, that was... mmmh..." What was she supposed to say? Incredible? Amazing? Ravishing? Any word would seem like an insult when it came to describing it but that was also something she would never admit. ”Not..bad.” The human finished, trying not to give away how vulnerable he had made her .It felt embarrassing to admit; she blushed and lifted her head, breaking contact but still kept her eyes locked on the Firrerreos face.”"And I hardly...know..anything about you.” A sudden urge to escape almost made her to jump from the counter and hide under the nearest rock.
Thunder rolled through the sky, it's hollow ramble shaking the club's windows. Danica began to shiver slightly. ”I think...I should get dressed.” The girl inhaled deeply, trying to calm down.
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Apr 2, 2012 14:37:30 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Apr 2, 2012 14:37:30 GMT -5
Nieraan's body guided the woman's along, moving her gently back. Active thought faded as instinct began to take over. Their lips pressed together, he felt her hands in his thick, shaggy hair behind his head, daring to pull him closer.
Their bodies touched, bringing the sharp contrast between them out. She was soft and gentle, with a subtle strength about her. He was strong, solid as though made from steel or stone. The deep, full gold of his skin contrasted severely against the cream of her own.
They couldn't be more different, in background of physicality, and yet here, they melded perfectly.
The club's music hung softly, quietly in the air, interrupted only by the sounds of the only two inhabitants.
A crescendo came and passed, leaving Nieraan panting softly. A thin sheen of sweat was on his golden skin, and the club's soft light reflected gently on the hard lines and shapes of his hard body as the woman put her head against his chest.
He allowed a satisfied chuckle as she spoke, looking for a way to describe how she felt. In the end, her choice of words got another little laugh from him and a shake of his head. "I guess so," he said, grinning wryly at her and with a twist of subtle amusement on his voice.
No matter the word used, he knew how she'd felt. He knew how he'd felt. It was hard to put a word to a thing that was so good. And, for his pride, he'd reclaimed some of the dominance he lost when he ceded her victory.
"And I hardly...know..anything about you.”
Nieraan smirked a little. "I can say the same for you... Not even a name to call you by. You are a mystery to me..."
A few of his fingers played lazily in her ebony hair as he waited to see if she'd say anything else. He had an arm around her, holding her with some firmness, but gently, for all the apparent strength he had.
Thunder crashed loudly outside, and he felt a shiver work through her body. Not as strong as the one's he'd made, he noted with some quiet mix of pride and amusement, but he could feel her presence shifting slightly.
Was something bothering her?
”I think...I should get dressed.”
He lifted a dark brow slightly, wondering what brought the sudden change. "Why, don't want to go again?" Though he was half-teasing, he let her go and looked down into her eyes. He watched her silently for a moment, trying to get a feel for what for what was bothering her. No one was coming, as far as he knew. And she didn't have to leave until the next morning.
He wasn't in any particular rush to re-dress himself, but he didn't really have any clothes other than his armor, and that ill-fitting tuxedo.
"What's wrong?"
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