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Post by Poludnica on Feb 21, 2013 10:27:20 GMT -5
A soft yelp left the woman's lips when the Zelosian lifted her up. He was too quick for her to stop it and before Danica could calm vertigo caused by the rapid movement, she found herself on the counter with Jess' body uncomfortably near. The young woman gasped in shock, her features blanching as lips struggle to form a coherent sentence. ”What...Why..No...” She whispered, almost appalled by how bold the male was. His mocking laugh still rang in her ears – who did he think she was? A helpless child he could subdue to his whims? A plaything?
Danica's eyes narrowed, through choking steam the woman could see menacing, vivid green orbs that hungrily moved up and down her frame but she couldn't feel the appreciation in it, just pure, carnal desire. Like a predator and its prey. She could feel muscles of her jaw tightening and mouth opened to speak, hurling a string of the most vile insults when...The woman looked down at her jumpsuit as it began to open, exposing more than Danica wished.
Feverish blush of embarrassment painted her cheeks and despite herself, the girl wrapped hands around her upper body tightly, looking up with vibrant anger lighting up her gaze. ”I am not a whore to take pleasure in things a street has to offer.” She breathed, mustering all the courage she had.
Smell of bourbon and shadow of movement in the steam betrayed Jess moved closer, his lips resting on her ear and Danica began to shudder, cold sensation crept up her spine, causing muscles to coil. She raised her hand to push the male away, how dared he invading her personal space like that? As if she was some cheap harlot everyone could use.
Fury and humiliation swelled at the core of Danica's being. ”You are vile.” The girl snarled and jumped off the counter, averting her gaze from the naked form standing near by. The girl's forwardness vanished by now, replaced by who Danica really was – a very young woman who couldn't deal with a man interested in her, in the most physical way. Just like that. It felt wrong...Somehow.
With trembling hands Danica sipped her jumpsuit back, her gaze hardening. ”Sleeping around doesn't make you a better man, you are just a damaged son of a b**tch that has to dominate in order to feel strong.” She spat venomously. ”And that's what sex is to you, nothing more.” Dany inhaled deeply, trying to stop her voice from weakening. ” You are a sad, being Jessoin Zarander - that everyone will use but no one love.”Like a wh*re! The woman finished wiping tears that suddenly trickled down her cheeks. A short sob could be heard in the steam filled room right before the doors closed with a soft hiss.
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Post by Dutch on Mar 3, 2013 14:21:53 GMT -5
(OoC: ermahgerd 3 pages? We rock X3)
You are a sad being Jessoin Zarander - that everyone will use but no one love...
Despite the words intentions to cut deep, Jess laughed at Danica's tirade. He closed his eyes and let the water cascade over his face and body. It was clear she would not be joining him as the girl sobbed and the door closed behind her. The soft hiss marked that he was now alone, and his eyes opened to look at the glass of the shower once more, where his tall, thin frame was shadowed. He chuckled once more and ran his hands through his soaked, lank hair to brush it out of his face.
"Jessoin Zarander? Or Danica Liviana..."
Jess uttered, his mind lost in musings as he worked with a bar of soap to remove the last of the blood and grime that had coated his body. He took special care not to disturb the areas that the sawbones had fixed up, surprised to see the work was done quite professionally. A former surgeon perhaps? Oh what characters Nar Shadaa held within its depths. Each sentient a story, each story a tale to be told. He wondered if anyone would one day tell of this adventure. 'Jessoin's Magnificent Triumph' he would call it, after he finally put that woman's mouth to something productive over her bleating.
He sighed once more, and long fingers pressed the faucet off. Jessoin let himself stand in the steam for a moment before he moved the door aside with the Force and stepped through. Moments later he had dried himself off, smoothed his hair back, and wrapped said towel around his waist. The clothes he had worn before were quite destroyed, and he flat out refused to don the clothing that was so soaked in his own blood. Jess opened the door and steam billowed all around him as the cooler air and the hot, humid air of the bathroom collided. He stepped out and his skin still steamed lightly from the heat, much to his amusement. His steps took him back to the brandy, those green eyes of his met Danica's with a knowing look.
Jessoin poured two more glasses, and with the Force, moved Danica's over to her to hover just in front of her. Without seeing if she took hers, Jess downed his drink in a single gulp before he started to pour himself another. His eyes turned to look at Dani again before they looked down over his mostly nude form and grinned roguishly. He raised his glass to her slightly before he downed that one as well, and sighed contently. It was just so nice to feel warmth again, the cold of blood loss wasn't the fondest of feelings. Jess tilted his head before he spoke.
"As much as I love to parade myself around in the nude, I do think I'll need new attire before our little adventure continues..."
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Post by Poludnica on Mar 4, 2013 4:46:30 GMT -5
((Wooo~ We rock indeed )) It took a moment for her to calm down. The girl slumped in a chair, her gaze idly trailing over to the alcohol. Danica swallowed through dried throat but didn't make a move toward it. No, she was already feeling dizzy and her inhibitions lowered enough to appreciate Jessoin's touch. That just shouldn't be – Danica clung to the notion she had her pride and girls like her didn't sleep around with random, violent alien men who threatened to harm them. No, she was better than some Nar Shaddaa hooker. The young woman protectively curled in her seat, wrapping slender arms around lean legs. Tears already dried on her cheeks but Dany could still feel their sticky trail and decided to do something with it. Rapidly she jumped to her feet and walked toward a small satchel left on the table. With deliberate slowness the girl began to pull out various things mostly women knew named for. An ivory shade make up foundation, mascara, bronzing powder and silver eyeshadow. Black eyeliner and rosy blush. The last thing was a small mirror she placed on the rickety table. With still slightly trembling hand Danica began to put on all those treasures, the cheapest piece costing more than six hundred credits. With ever passing moment the girl's face transformed into less natural but also impeccably polished work of art. When the doors to the bathroom hissed Dany was making last adjustments in the shade of blush then critically look her work over in the mirror. She frowned slightly seeing naked reflection emerging from the steam. Of course... The young woman carefully put down the cosmetics and turned to face Jess in all his nude glory. One of her dainty eyebrows went up but expression didn't change much, showing something between indifference and boredom. The scared girl from the bathroom was gone, replaced by the porcelain doll with flawless, make-up modeled lines to her features but lacking any true emotions. Shamelessly Dany looked over Jess' frame, small smirk ghosting her lips as hands closed on the offered drink. Idly, the woman's eyes found Zelosian's vivid green gaze. Her own was darker, more brooding in shade. Danica had never seen such eyes before on any man. ”I believe there are some janitor's jumpsuits hidden in a closet next to my room.” The woman stated coolly; sparks of menace lighting up in her verdure orbs. One would certainly wonder where had the timid, scared girl gone in the span of fifteen minutes but that was just Danica. Stable in her instability which was constantly pulled by various undercurrents of mood. This time around Dany felt in control again after the rapid acting out from before. Casually, the girl downed the entire drink, feeling cold shudder it caused followed by a pleasant warmth. Her gaze once again found Jessoin's and the girl had to admit he looked better than most of well groomed guys her father had chosen for his wayward daughter. ”Why did you leave the Order?” Danica asked suddenly in a sharp, demanding tone.
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Post by Dutch on Mar 13, 2013 12:07:18 GMT -5
Jessoin began to pour himself a third drink when he looked at Danica again as she spoke. She looked different, more glamorous than the woman he had man-handled in the bathroom earlier. It seemed she had went and applied cosmetics. How entertaining. He chuckled lightly at her quip about the janitor's rags. If there was one thing Jessoin wouldn't get caught in, it would be a jumpsuit of all things. Luckily he could think of three different services off the top of his head that would deliver some custom tailored clothing to the Zelosian. It wouldn't be his usual attire, he mused. If he was about to start a job, he'd need something that made his work easier. Plus, some sort of underweave if the bastards were using slugthrowers on him. Jessoin grimaced and moved a hand to his neck where the wound was still sealed and tender. He wouldn't be wrecking anything quite yet.
”Why did you leave the Order?"
Cut the humid air of the hotel room. Jessoin stopped midway through bringing his arm up for a drink. The ice in the glass clinked as it shifted. A drop of condensation dripped down it and onto his skin. Goosebumps rose over his skin, and for the briefest of moment... fear would flash in his eyes. Jess lowered his arm and looked down. His long fingers plucked the decanter off the table before long, slow strides took him up to Danica. His expression was blank, for the first time that lustful glint and those sneering grins not around. He slowly poured her another glass, the alcohol would splash slightly over the rim of her glass onto her hands. By this point, Jess was quite drunk, just not fully aware of it yet. If he had, he would have had some form of snark to change the topic.
Instead he turned away from Danica to sit on the edge of the bed, the cotton of the towel course on his legs and rear. He cocked his head back to drink more, and once more repeated the ritual of refilling his glass, this time without the ice. Jess brought it up to drink but instead laughed meekly and lowered it. He moved the decanter to the nightstand, and set it down with a hearty thump. Jessoin turned tired looking eyes to her, the glow in them dulled by alcohol and emotions. His free hand moved up to rub his mouth and cheek before it fell to rest over his lap.
"I was... betrayed. By my Master. And by my lover. She was Zeltronian. And I was young and stupid. We had been together most of my life then, I had known no other women. I didn't want to know any others. Netta was my everything. And then... we had decided we were done hiding our love, we contacted a group that would help us escape..."
Jessoin started before he laughed and sipped at his drink with eyes closed. They opened to look at Danica with bleary eyes that could almost be on the verge of tears. Or maybe it would be closer to having dirt in ones eyes. Those eyes narrowed and looked down. He sighed and took another drink.
"... I arrived as we planned. I was to bring nothing, except my lightsaber. Instead of Netta and freedom... I found a trap. My brother Jedi arrived mere minutes after I did to detain me. I... I killed them. My brothers. But they wounded me, and destroyed my lightsaber..."
He took another drink, this one longer. Jess brought the glass down with a grimace at the burn and a drunken sigh of satisfaction. By now his abdomen was visible tight as his chest burned from within, from the booze and the pain of the memory. Why am I telling her this? He thought, the room beginning to seem a little more blurry and his head felt as if it were beginning to swim. May as well finish..
"... I searched for her immediately after. She was with... another man. Some pirate scumbag I had never seen before. I arrived too late, they were already boarding. He commanded his men to kill me. I tore them apart with the Force, but that gave Netta time for her escape. Nothing but a decoy and a toy the whole time. It's funny really when you think of it. What heart is easier to manipulate than a thirteen year old boy's? So full of wonder and hormones. I was a Zeltronian marionette, and she pulled my strings masterfully. How long had she decided she was done with the Jedi? How long was I meant to be her sacrificial lamb? I do not know."
Jessoin's eyes began to harden, and his face turned bitter. He looked away from Danica, his lips a scowl as shaky hands brought the glass up to finish the drink. His hand would toss the glass angrily aside to shatter against the wall furthest from them. Jess brought those hands up to rub his face, the mixed smell of lavender from the soap and brandy from his shakes was a new one indeed. Once they fell, his eyes did not meet Danica's again. Instead, they stared at her feet.
"...But I plan to find out one day. One day, I will find her. One day, I will kill her."
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Post by Poludnica on Mar 16, 2013 13:32:01 GMT -5
It was pretty clear the Zelosian was drunk by now even if his movements were as graceful and assured as before. The glassy look in his vibrant eyes betrayed this eerie state of inebriation. Her own mind was dulled with alcohol lullaby that years later would become something as natural as breathing. But not now, now this state felt slightly alien, lowered Danica’s threshold of control. Enough to ask such personal question of a dark ,dangerous man.
She took a step back when Jessoin moved closer, her eyes lingered on the glass filled with cold alcohol. Droplets of golden liquid created a curious pattern that drew her attention away from the Zelosian’s features that displayed a mixture of emotion Danica didn’t want to cause. The dark haired woman leaned against the table. The bottle clanked in a weak protest and Dany silenced it with her fingers that wrapped around it, bringing it closer to her lips.
Screw glasses.
For a moment her focus rest on the towel, then lingered on the fit, wry but muscular frame. The girl then followed the tired gesture that placed the glass on the worn nightstand. There was something knew in his gaze, it lacked the bold arrogance. The bright hue of green orbs looked dimmed, dulled by pain. Danica knew this state too well. Finally the woman caught his gaze and locked it in place, trying to see through the curtain of unpleasant emotions. Where they honest? Had to be...She could feel them as if they belonged to her. Despite the laughter, she could see the distinct shin to them. Danica’s immediate, instinctive reaction was to move closer and somehow comfort another soul that hurt; the woman even pried herself from the metallic surface and reached her hand but stopped herself mid-gesture.
The story touched few strings in Danica’s soul deeply. The betrayal, the abandonment....She couldn’t find words to voice her feelings though, didn’t even want to. In silence, Dany listened to the Zelosian’s hypnotic voice, watched how his features changed from broken sadness to vengeful anger. The noise of broken glass was what woke her up from the strange numbness the story caused. Danica yelped, scared, but quickly regained her composure. Her eyes only briefly watched the hideous stain that formed on the wall.
”A thirteen year old boy...” She shook her head in disbelief, before walking toward the Zelosian. He was angry, the woman could tell it even with his gaze lowered but this time around the girl didn’t feel fear. For the first time Danica could understand why Jess had this reckless attitude toward sex and women. How easily the former Jedi entered the role of a lover with a girl he had only just met.
Danica placed her hand on Jess’ head but it had nothing from a romantic caress. More in a way a mother would comfort a child with slow, deliberate strokes. Like her, he was a broken, abused child. Maybe even in more ways than Dany but she could relate to this state of childhood being ripped away too early. ”Sleeping with every woman you meet won’t fix that, it only serves to punish them for what was done to you. To regain control you had taken away. “ The woman whispered softly before giving him a small peck on the cheek. ”But I hope you will find her one day and finally find some peace.” Danica finished and pulled away, leaving an eerie trail for perfumes behind.
”I would wish that for me.” She added almost as an afterthought, looking fleetingly at the Zelosian. He didn’t need to know of her misery and this dark, terrible dream to kill Cassius. No, Jess had too many of his own demons.
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Post by Dutch on Mar 17, 2013 15:44:41 GMT -5
Jessoin did not even look up at Danica's yelp, his gaze firmly set on the carpet that stretched out between them. He did blink slow as her feet began to move closer, without a single ounce of timidness. Even so, Jess did not look up. His eyes slid closed as the world wobbled drunkenly. What're you doing Zarander.. thought the man, frustrated with himself at how easily he had spilled his story. He was waiting for the chastising remark, or the salty, uncaring words. What came instead made his eyes slide open, and cast his green gaze into Danica's own. She was petting him, stroking his hair gently. He was taken aback by the display, his mind sloshed to try and say something, anything, but the sheer gesture left him speechless. A first. His eyes followed her after she spoke, and leaned in. Her lips were soft on his skin, and warm. It was unlike any other he had received, his shock only usurped by its tenderness.
”I hope you will find her one day and finally find some peace...”
Her words were soft, and as she turned away from him, Jess watched her. His mouth was slightly open nearly the whole time he realized, and slowly closed it as he inhaled her scent. It roiled new thoughts into his mind, and his eyes would narrow as she nearly whispered and glanced at him. Her expression mirrored how he felt, hollowed and hurt. It drew him to his feet, and paid no attention as he felt the towel's knot loosen, and droop further down his waist. His stride was still slow, and steady, but the long strides took him too her. With shining eyes he looked down at Danica with a look of confusion and desire. For a moment here merely looked at her, his eyes drifting drunkenly, as if searching for something within those verdant iris' that looked back.
His right hand would move up slowly to brush back part of Danica's hair to expose her slim, elegant neck more. It stopped to rest lightly on her shoulder, and his thumb began to idly touch her soft skin. And it was ever so soft. If Danica spoke, he was muffled to her words for a moment, his eyes now slowly beginning to move down her body. Jessoin tilted his head slightly as his green gaze moved back up to meet Danica's, and realized he had begun to lean closer to her. His brow furrowed almost as if he was confused by the move, but the expression changed as his grin slid slightly upon his lips.
"I would wish... many things for you..."
Jessoin whispered, his voice now taking a husky hint. His intentions were clear by the sultry slur of his tone, and his right hand now rested gently on the back of Danica's neck. Jess' lips barely ghosted over hers before he paused a moment to slide his other hand from her side down to her hip, where it rested. He bit his lower lip a moment and his nose would touch hers lightly.
"...Many, many things..."
The words were barely spoken as he drew Danica close to kiss her. His lips pressed softly against hers, but an obvious hunger would be felt in it. Jessoin's left hand would slide to her lower back while his right would cradle the back of Danica's head. He held the kiss for a few moments before he parted from her lips, though it was forced. Jess liked the way she tasted and smelled, he liked the feel of her skin against his. The Zelosian fought against his nature to pull the girl to the bed, and instead looked back into Danica's eyes with an almost pained expression before he turned away from her. Jess had not kissed anyone like that for as long as he could remember, and still wasn't entirely sure why he had even done that. He could feel his skin flush, and fought down the urge to turn back around and tear that jumpsuit off her.
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Post by Poludnica on Mar 18, 2013 8:39:24 GMT -5
Maybe for the first time since they had met Jessoin had lost this protective, alienating mask of a lewd hunter, showing who he had been all alone – an abused boy, betrayed and neglected. For a heartbeat Danica thought the Zelosian got angry, agitated and suspicious but that impression was gone almost immediately when the man looked at Dany with sadness so deep, it gnawed at her own experience – pushed away to stay forgotten. Her own helplessness and fear. She sighed at this shared moment that for once had nothing to do with the shallow flirtation.
The dark haired woman froze, seeing the Zelosian moving. His towel slid down, indecently exposing what shouldn't be openly showed. Danica bit down on her lower lip and bashfully averted the eyes, giving Jessoin enough time to adjust the flimsy cloth. But the man made no move to it, only stopped mere inches away. Feeling sudden heat of the other body, Dany lifted her green orbs – widened with careful surprise that turned into open hesitation when she noticed what was hiding in Jess' craving stare. ”Nnhh...” The girl spoke up in a protest but it quickly faded, chased away by the surprising touch on her neck.
Apprehensive, doe like gaze began to flicker in confusion as if expecting to find rescue somewhere around the room. Danica's stomach tied in a tight knot but she didn't make a move to pull away, maybe because there was something about him this time around. Longing, desire – they were all there but not this animalistic need to demean and dominate. She frowned, hearing his words, confused by not the meaning but tone of voice: hushed and unhurried.
”I don't think it's...” Once again her protest was interrupted but this time but physical contact. Danica's body tensed almost immediately at the sensation that wasn't unpleasant altogether. Surprisingly tender, overflown with feelings that magnified when after slow tease Jessoin pressed his lips to hers. Dany's hands moved to rest gently on the Zelosian's torsos, lingering there for a moment before she gently pushed him away, but letting him finish the kiss on his own terms. She could feel primeval hunger in it but despite that it held more innocence than anything else Jess had done so far. From afar it could look like an awkward first kiss between two teenagers that still clung to their immaculateness.
Maybe it was something the Zelosian had never received and Danica followed this desire, returning it with similar pure grace before finally moving away. Refusing to turn it into something salacious – then it would lose all its meaning and they would repeat the damaged schema their troubled upbringing forced them into. No, it wasn't time for that and for once Dany decided to stay out from deprave world her father had demanded for his daughter. Slowly, the young woman's digits felt the tender skin of her lips, looking for the lost sensation of the meaningful kiss but she made no move comment it. Though it was a shocking discovery they both were able to spark such tenderness. Even if it was short lived.
”You're welcome.” She said with unexpected warmth, treating this like a strange gesture of gratefulness for shown care. ”Maybe in another life we could make it last.” Dany added softly, her voice breaking under influx of sudden, unwarranted tears. The girl inhaled sharply, taken aback by how strong her own reaction was and with trembling fingertips proceeded to wipe tears trickling down her cheeks.
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Post by Dutch on Mar 24, 2013 17:43:32 GMT -5
Jessoin stood there for a moment, his skin flushed and his head fogged from alcohol and lust. He listened to Danica speak, her voice soft and warm. For a moment it took his brain a while to cycle through what she had said. His eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed as he tried to comprehend it. A hot drip of anger fell down his core to pool in his gut. Jess did not react to it though, he stood there stoic and let it ease its way through him, feeding on it. He could feel himself sobering up slightly as he pooled the Force into his body. His shoulders would rise and fall more and more slow as he regained composure. Jessoin turned his head so he could just barely peer over at Danica, his eye glassy and tired looking.
"I didn't thank you."
He said bluntly before he turned away from her again. Jessoin stood for another moment or two, listening to Danica. The corner of his mouth would tug into a grimace for a second before he turned to the bedside table. Long fingers would collect a box of tissue. Jess' long strides took him to stand before Danica once more, though he didn't look her directly in the eye. He placed the box into her hands, his fingers barely gracing her hands before Jessoin stepped away. Jess dared not look back at Danica, and the overwhelming desire to lay down crept more and more into him. One of his hands moved to massage his eyes and the bridge of his nose. He sighed in a mixture of disappointment and exhaustion as his other hand rested on his hip just above the towel knot. I can call for clothes tomorrow... Jess thought nonchalantly.
Jess turned to sit on the edge of the bed before he laid back with a groan. His hair splayed out across the blanket and his hands folded to rest over his abs. As he stared up at the ceiling, the world slowly turned before righting itself again. He could not remember the last time he felt this tired, not in recent memory. Jessoin's eyes slid closed as the freshly brought up memories reemerged before him. That was the last time he had felt so exhausted, the escape. The Zelosian couldn't help but think where he might have been had he let the Order recapture him. Or if Netta hadn't betrayed him. Or if he had never met Mephesa. Or if he had met Danica at a different time.
"Another life, eh?"
He mumbled more to himself than anything else. His tone was smooth and relaxed. Jessoin didn't fight the drunken tumble of his mind by now, his limbs tingled and felt limp, but he was alright with that. He was alright with most things at that moment, despite how broken and chaotic they were. Jessoin went to open his eyes again, but his eyelids felt far too heavy to accomplish such a feat. A soft chuckle would escape his lips at that, barely heard over his own breathing. The bed felt like the most welcoming, inviting thing in the galaxy to him, though it was far from the type of quality he was used to. He mused over how funny it was that the sheer amount of tiredness in his body made it feel so good, but it didn't take long for those thoughts to slip into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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Post by Poludnica on Mar 30, 2013 11:29:17 GMT -5
Jessoin's blunt words didn't anger her. She was too tired to argue and too depressed to vehemently demand explanation. Danica just shrugged and silently watched the Zelosian walk away. But the young woman could clearly sense anger building in him. Like most children from homes like her – abusive and cold - she was overly sensitive to social signal. Always vigilant to anger, displeasure, fear or sadness and the girl's mind already worked to guess if Jess was by any chance miffed by her behavior which immediately put Danica on edge. Her own body tensed and withdrew a little as if expected to be struck but the male just picked up a box of tissues.
With trembling fingers she took the strange offering, trying to make sense of it all. The girl took couple of thin clothes and wiped the make up gently long with savory tears. ”I...Thanks.” The girl added, trying to take some of the burden from her companion who probably thought she was being very pathetic. Her entire life her father's had made it clear how his daughter appeared. About how capricious, unstable and weak she had always been. A worthless cry baby that couldn't make a firm choice.
Tomorrow...Tomorrow it would change. Her attention returned to Jessoin who, unlike before, seemed to guard himself from her presence and touch. She did the same, pulling away as few gestured more and they both would do what neither truly wanted. The Zelosian would just try to fill in the emptiness that gnawed at him and Danica would try to find someone strong enough to break Cassius' will. Not knowing it was her mind and thinking that became the worst prison, her father only had built the cage but Danica had docilely lived in it for years.
Not uttering another word, the woman put down the box of tissues and listened to Jess' drunken chatter mixed with chuckles and even breathing. Her own body demanded rest and she walked closer to the bed. Making sure Jessoin was asleep, the girl slid under the welcoming sheets – refusing to spend a night curled on a chair like some scared mouse. Without thinking ahead what would Jess do or how he would take her choice to lay down with him, Danica slipped into Morpheus' graces where no dream invaded her rattled subconscious.
Hours passed by and the young woman slowly emerged from her slumber, discovering her head was nowhere else but lovingly pressed against a distinctly male chest. Ebony black hair spread on the Zelosian's greenish skin. With their legs entangled in a position only shared by lovers. Danica gasped, prying her sweaty head away from Jess' now vert warm frame. ”What...” She asked confused, still trying to get a grip of sensations coming from her own body. ”Did we..did..” She mumbled frightfully not even paying attention of Jessoin had been awake. All blood left her cheeks when possible realizations downed on her.
Clumsily, the woman crawled herself out of bed. Terrible hungover blurring her vision. After a moment she decided to return back to bed as walking became a horrible chore and Danica hoped it was only due to yesterday exercise and hungover than anything else. ”I am going to puke.” She complained loudly with tired, confused and slightly sobbing voice. Everything in her stomach swirled, ready to leave it with utmost haste. Danica buried her face in her hands trying to calm a wave of nausea.
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Post by Dutch on Apr 6, 2013 16:37:56 GMT -5
Jessoin's eyes slid open as a light gasp stirred him from his light slumber. He felt the familiar softness of a woman's body against his, and appreciated the feeling of her skin against his. A menagerie of smells met his hungover senses, alcohol and sweat most prevalent. A smarmy grin spread over his lips as Danica stammered and his head titled to gaze down at her nude form still atop him. Memories of the past night rose, being woken up by Danica and the following tussle. It seemed the woman didn't remember what had happened. Made sense, after all Zelosians had a much higher tolerance to alcohol compared to baseline humans. At her questions Jess laughed, and continued to laugh as she moved off his body, their skin still slick from sweat.
"Did we... go to the fair? Buy a ship?" Jessoin said with a wink at Danica. "Oh no, we certainly did not do those things..."
His hand reached under the small of his back where long fingers pulled a lacy pair of panties out from under him. With a small chuckle his hands flung them across the room. As Jess looked at the nude and wandering Danica, he openly took in the lovely sight of her body. He tossed away the sheets that clung to his body still and stood up fluidly. Gingerly he would stretch, careful to not agitate his still healing wounds. Jessoin chuckled, surprised that the rigorous romp earlier did not pop a stitch or two. Unashamed, long strides took a still naked Jess past Danica as she complained. He chortled at how easily humans succumbed to hangovers, and stepped into the bathroom.
"Feel free to spew wherever, it is a hotel after all."
Jess called out with a small laugh to himself as his long fingers turned the sink faucet's hot water on. His hands rested on the cool counter top as the steam began to billow and rise across his face. Jessoin's eyes would close as he breathed in the hot, moist air as it helped combat the slight headache that throbbed at his temples. Once more he thought of the night with Danica, and a smarmy smile spread across his lips in satisfaction. With it however, came the low flutter of anxiety in his stomach. Mephesa didn't like to share... unless she initiated it. He knew that he wouldn't be able to lie to her about it, she would know the minute her mind melded with his. It was a matter on whether she would approve of it to get closer to Danica or not.
He swallowed and dipped his hands into the steaming hot water that had collected to splash it across his face. His hands moved fluidly to slick his hair back, and the man paid no mind as rivulets of water ran down his nude form. Jessoin turned his green gaze to look out the still open bathroom door over at Danica. With a wave of his hand a towel from the rack floated to that same hand, and he slung it over his shoulders to scrub at his face with the ends of the towel. After he was finished, Jessoin strode calmly over to Danica to offer her the towel now with a roguish grin.
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Post by Poludnica on Apr 11, 2013 3:35:03 GMT -5
There wasn't much room left for interpretation and deep down Danica knew it, even if the proofs of the passionate night were initially ignored by her panicked mind – she knew. Her hand went to move still damp her from the feverish forehead and the young woman breathed in shakily moist air filled with a specific scent only one thing in the world had. Oh Maker... Danica covered her face and curled into a ball when Jess snickering words rang between them. The Coruscanti woman looked at the Zelosian with a mixture of dread and anger. ”F...k you.” The girl snapped, hearing self-assured and sleazingly pleased tone of voice.
With horror she watched very private part of her underwear flying across the room and expression of pure disbelief spread on the woman's soft features. ”Oh, crap.” She finished with resignation, finally allowing memories of last night to invade her conscious mind – confirming what all the signs indicated. And the worst part was Danica would have to lie claiming she didn't enjoy it in a way. A very drunk, reckless way Cassius had warned her about.
He will kill me... Danica thought with blank expression, almost forgetting she was there to get an upper-hand over her father, to prove him something. But now...Now the old man would only mock her, call what she really had been. The young woman closed her eyes, trapping tears behind, ignoring lustful stares Jessoin was giving her as she began aware of aching sensation in her body. Certainly neither of them held back.
Feeling like at him, apparently, Jess shamelessly walked around nude to which Danica shook her head, averting gaze in a timid manner, though any excuse to be shy with the Zelosian had gone down the drain. Danica was too focused to held back wave of nausea to register most of it. Her head was spinning from alcohol poisoning and anxiety that began to built up. ”I didn't want that to happen!” The human called out accusingly after the green blooded male as the hiss of high pressured water began to leak from behind the bathroom doors.
Shame and fear stopped her from leaving bed for next twenty minutes. Danica tossed and turned, trying to find comfortable position that would make her body forget what had happened few hours ago. But worn muscles, moist, sticky skin and dull numbness didn't wanted her to remember. When the Zelosian emerged from the bathroom refreshing fragrant of soap and cologne mixed in the musky scent that filled the dingy hotel room but Danica didn't make a move to crawl from under abused sheets and only when Jessoin offered her a towel, she reluctantly took it, watching not to touch his fingers.
That would bring memories Danica didn't want to stir.
”I see you are very happy with yourself.” The woman snapped, before darting toward the bathroom. Along the way grabbing some fresh clothes from a small bag stuffed under a cupboard. She tightly wrapped sheets and towel around her zaftig body so no curve would show. Not that there was much point by now but Danica couldn't let go of the embarrassment over how low her standards fell. A Jedi drop out, a dark force user and a criminal....Her eyes quickly darted to the Zelosian and one comforting thought bubbled to the surface of her hangover mind. That at the least he was handsome, so this standard remained unscathed. Like a cautious feline, low on her feet the woman sneaked away into the bathroom, tightly closing the doors behind her.
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Apr 21, 2013 19:23:48 GMT -5
Post by Dutch on Apr 21, 2013 19:23:48 GMT -5
"I usually am."
Jessoin replied with a smug smile. His laugh would chase Danica as she stormed away. When she turned to look back at him he winked and grinned, only to be answered by her stalking away and shutting the door on him. He shook his head with a grin and turned his gaze to the desk across the room. His datapad sat there, dirtied by his own dried blood on it still. Jess strode over to the desk to take the datapad in two fingers. A wave of his hand brought Danica's shirt from yesterday over to it with the Force. With practiced cleaning motions Jessoin scrubbed the blood off, much like he would clean his lightsaber. He sent a wave out to his favorite tailor in the district, with specific instructions given. If they were to proceed as planned, Jessoin would need to be able to hide his toys. Luckily said tailor always had articles at the ready for the Zelosian, as it wasn't uncommon for him to need a change of clothing.
As he waited, Jessoin would stretch his body. His muscles were sore and achy from the combo of fighting and fornicating done in such a short span of time. If he didn't work to limber himself out, chances are the combination with his injuries would slow the man down. And slow meant dead for him. One by one he would focus on the different muscle groups, careful to not pop or agitate any of the stitching. That alone was going to slow him down, which meant if the mission came down to a fight, he would have to tap into the Force more. Which meant a less than stealthy approach.
Just as he began to finish his stretches his datapad would ping with a message. He flicked it on with a nod. After it was set down his long strides took him to the door. A squat twi'lek male stood there with a garment bag, clearly there to deliver. Jessoin's green eyes dipped down to the hand that awaited a tip.
"I would sooner cut off that hand boy. Leave."
Jess said with words dipped in acid. The twi'lek stared at the man a moment, unsure as to what to say. The Zelosian did him a favor and nabbed the bag from the other before slamming the door. He strode over to the bed to toss the bag onto it. With a grin Jessoin turned to saunter over towards the bathroom. One couldn't just get into clean clothes when still sullied. He opened the door without pause, and glanced at the running shower with a growing grin. With no hesitation he moved to it and slid the foggy glass door aside. Jessoin smiled and without looking at Danica stepped right in with her, a light tune being hummed by him.
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Post by Poludnica on Apr 26, 2013 11:23:33 GMT -5
The water couldn’t wash away most of the shame the recent events had caused. Danica carefully scrubbed off any memoirs of the night before but few scoffs and bruises would stay as an unpleasant reminder. She had used most of the shampoo and soap the bathroom offered but despite this feverish scrubbing the guilt and embarrassment wouldn’t go away but gnawed at the restless core of her being. For years now Danica suffered reckless frivolity, followed by long bouts of melancholy. In times of elation, even if they lasted for hours at most, she would do things that later the girl regretted dearly. Risky, impulsive actions that marked her as unstable, troubled girl her father had always seen.
As water relentlessly poured down her frame, the young woman pressed her back to the bathroom wall and curled in a corner of the shower. Tears mixed with leftovers of soap trickled down her face, hot water flushing pale skin. After few moments of helpless weeping, Danica pulled herself up and was ready to close off the water when the bathroom doors opened and Jessoin strolled in like a king of a mountain. Naked, shameless and content reminding her of sleek, spoiled feline that thought the entire world belonged to him.
The unbearable sadness changed into raging fury in a matter of a heartbeat. As Danica watched the Zelosian taking place in a shower, not even looking at her. As if she was nothing. An used trash not worth a glance. Her green eyes narrowed rapidly and dark frown marred finely sculpted features. Oh the curses she wanted to spat at him; how terribly she wanted to wipe this smarmy grin off his face. The humiliation made the girl cover herself but they both knew it was far too late for any modesty. Still, Danica grabbed a towel and wrapped it tightly around her succulent frame before turning hateful gaze at the offensive creature.
”You...” The dark haired woman drawled. No one in a while insulted her in such demeaning way. Pride and arrogance always dictated her this need to be special and Jessoin treated her like any other doll he had scored. It made the girl feel like a kicked dog. Slapping him didn’t sound like a punishment enough for this slight. Not even close to it. With stern, cold expression the woman walked toward the toilet and keeping in mind it was a very cheap motel, she flushed it which immediately turned the water that poured over Zelosian into a burning fire.
”Don’t you dare treating me like that you f...ing, overgrown shrub!” Danica exclaimed , fiery storm locked in her words. With all her instability, the girl had one trait that would constantly show to her father’s endless distaste: blazing temper of a catty princess. It didn’t matter the Zelosian could snap her neck with easy or crush with the wave of raw power. No, all that felt important was a fact Jessoin mad her feel like a cheap strumpet.
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Post by Dutch on May 7, 2013 14:25:14 GMT -5
"Me..."
Jessoin echoed. He let himself enjoy the sight of Danica's body, that same grin plastered across his face. His humming returned anew as he began to lather himself up, just needing to freshen himself. He closed his eyes until suddenly he heard the toilet flush. Instead of dodging the sudden rush of scalding water, Jessoin laughed and held a hand up to form a barrier in the Force. The water cascaded over the invisible barrier, which shimmered under the liquid. How silly humans were, truly. His laughter echoed in the bathroom as Danica cussed him out. She was a fiery little thing, so full of passion. Though this he already knew, last night and the marks she had left on his body were testament to that.
"My my, so much anger. It's a good thing you can't feel the Force as I do, otherwise you'd leave me shaking in my skin!"
He laughed more as his barrier was let down. The water fell, cooler now onto his skin. His hands removed the last traces of suds then turned the faucet off. Instead of using a towel, the refreshed man focused a barrier around his skin to lift and channel the water into an orb that floated over his hand. Jessoin grinned down at Danica before a casual flick of his wrist would send the ball of water hurtling her way. Not seeing if it hit Danica, he turned laughing heartily away and out into the main room. His feet padded gently on the rug to the bed where his new clothes awaited. They were removed from the bag and slid on, piece by piece.
By the time he was finished, he looked the part he was expecting to play. Black pants over sturdy, polished boots matched a green button-down shirt with a long black jacket to match. In a swift motion Jess called both his machine pistol and lightsaber to awaited hands, and stowed them into the pockets on the inside of the jacket. For all purposes, he looked like nothing more than a fringer that had stopped into port for a day. Jessoin would smooth his hair back before he rotated his neck and shoulders, joints popping audibly and the grin spreading once more in anticipation for some action.
"Shall we?"
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Post by Poludnica on May 9, 2013 4:23:00 GMT -5
A frustrated protest left her lips when Jessoin gave her that look. The sleazy, smarmy, cheeky expression and this...horrible grin as if he owned everything everywhere. A juicy curse swollen with anger rang in the steamy air when the Zelosian threw a ball of water at her. "I don't need Force to..." The splash of water hit the woman's face, coaxing another unsavory word a drunk smuggler wouldn't be ashamed of. From early age Danica suffered from uncontrollable fits of anger Cassius so relentlessly tried to beat out. After some time the girl had learned to control her temper most of a time but sometimes...Sometimes it had been too much and the woman grabbed the nearest thing on the bathroom sink and threw it at the green blooded male. The flask with expensive perfumes hit the shower doors only to explode in a sparkle of tiny shards and fragrant drops.
Trying to calm her breathing, Danica began to dress in neat yet simple clothes made from silky cotton. Black pants paired with crimson tank top and leather jacket gave normally very elegant and soft woman a predatory, rebellious edge. She gathered her loose hair in a tight, sleep bun kept in place with a set of long, golden pins with tiny emerald at the tip. That was the only detail that betrayed the woman's high born breeding. With trembling fingers she tried to put everything in place, discovering the last nights encounter wasn't easily forgettable and growing anxiety caused delicate tremors in Dany's muscles. Handicapping already poor manual skills.
Three times Danica had to undone the coiffure only to put it back together. Finally happy with the nearly perfect set up she slowly put on exquisite make up with few trained movements, masking all the markings Jessoin had left on her neck. She then faced the Zelosian and a flicker of surprise flashed in her eyes before their expression hid behind a mask of indifference. The male knew how to dress, for sure. How to make sure his fine, lean silhouette was highlighted in appealing way and fine material of clothes matched silky hair and mischievous glint in vividly verdant eyes.
"Don't look at me like that." Danica said, not really sure which look was that, and went for the doors, leaving most of her things behind. She could buy thousands like those with her father's money. The woman still needed Jessoin and the painful awareness of this terrible fact haunted her along with very really soreness in the muscles.
((Feel free to move them to the Promenade office buildings :3 ))
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