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Sept 22, 2012 16:24:52 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Sept 22, 2012 16:24:52 GMT -5
[Note: This takes place four days after Broaden Your Horizons]
Ervisa Therani had a surprisingly busy day behind her by the time dinner was served in the mess hall. Despite her skills, she was still required to participate in all the basic training she could, despite her healing rib. The crash-landing she'd endured in the jungle had taken a toll on her, but she was recovering nicely, and quite rapidly.
The recovery operations had secured her helicopter, and brought it back for repairs, which brightened her spirits considerably. Of course she'd also been de-stressing in other ways, surprisingly without the aid of alcohol or sex.
It was a dry spell for sure, one of her windows where she was a good girl and resisted temptation before loosening her inhibitions and going wild. It was like being in rehab all over again sometimes, deprived of what she wanted. To be true, she still wanted spice in her body. Breaking free of that had been hard. Sex was more... complicated.
Her time as a prostitute had diminished sex, turned it into an incredibly casual act. Yes, she'd felt a degree of shame over doing it for money, but she would have been doing it for free just as easily. The sad truth was that she couldn't get away from her body's desires. It demanded sex, so it received sex. Just like it received food or drink.
Food and drink had gone surprisingly well. The mess actually served decent food, kebabs that night. Of course it still wasn't the perfect evening. No chance to dress up in her little black dress, her sexy heels, and her stockings and go out drinking and eating in the moonlight.
Also not much promise of sex.
The various men in Spearpoint weren't really within fair play. She was an officer here, they weren't, and there were these dumb rules about fraternizing. She needed an officer or a civilian, and the officers seemed blind to her charms. That left a Besalisk cook, and he wasn't appealing in the least bit.
She'd come to the conclusion she'd have to fly out to Waypoint on the weekends and convince some man to take her out to dinner for the whole experience. It wouldn't be too hard for someone of her gifts. Never had been before.
Ervisa sighed as she unlocked the door to her room, her very own private quarters. As she entered, she pulled off her shirt, tossing it over the back of a chair, then she flopped down onto her bed and pried off her boots, then her socks. Finally she cast aside her pants and simply lay on the bed, green skin exposed to the air currents kicked up by a fan.
For a long minute she sat there resting before finally sitting up and going about the process of undoing her braid, one of her usual nightly rituals. It did take a long time, but she was rewarded by a cascade of raven hair pouring down over her shoulders like a waterfall, reaching to the small of her back.
She wasn't expecting the knock on her door when it came.
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Sept 22, 2012 17:02:23 GMT -5
Post by Fromikeable on Sept 22, 2012 17:02:23 GMT -5
Horst looked up from the stop-watch to check the skies. The stars were vibrant tonight, like someone had draped the dark sky over the daily bright one and poked lots of holes, letting the light squeeze through in a giant, beautiful, random pattern.
It made him smile. Then the stop-watch hit 3 minutes, and he blew his whistle, which he had slung around his neck. It fell onto a sweaty white T-shirt above a pair of military-grade pants, and his boots. The small leather pouch was also around his neck, hidden beneath the shirt. He looked especially muscular today, thanks to the workout he'd put himself through prior to training, and his hands were full of grease smudges and dark marks from fixing machinery.
In short, he looked like he'd just gone through another day at SPHQ.
"All right ladies, you're done for the day! Bring your spines with you next time!" The brigade of troops in front of him all collapsed to the ground collectively, letting out a giant coalition of exhausted huffs and sighs. Slowly, they began to get up, some helping one another, others on their own. Before they left, every single one saluted their CO.
That made Horst smile wider. I'm home.
Horst stretched his arms as he pocketed the watch. For the last four days, he'd been alternating between training troops and training engineers. Luckily for him, Ethan's old buddy had arrived, a guy named Quintus. Quintus, a helluva soldier in Horst's opinion, could drive these wannabe soldiers into shape even faster than he could.
That had meant that Horst had begun teaching the more technical members of Spearpoint about technology, how to make it, and most importantly, how to fix it. The LeFro'a triplets from a few days ago had joined up, and Horst had appointed them as his personal lieutenants. After that, every day he'd been showing kids and older fringe alike how to manage power systems, rewire, re-calibrate, re-arm, and generally do everything demanded on a field of battle.
Now if only any of them could hold a wrench.
The shocker lately had been a mangled chopper that had been salvaged by the Recovery guys. Ervisa's chopper. Upon seeing it, Horst had looked down at his bad hand, still in its cast, and remembered everything that had happened in that day and a half.
Ultimately? He still didn't really understand what had happened.
He'd been fixing the chopper though, using it to teach the future engineers about basic mechanics and non-repulsor tech. They'd all been doing awfully with it though, and so the repairs were mainly up to him.
But now, he was off-duty, and that gave his mind license to wander.
Horst figured that, if nothing else, he should at least talk to Ervisa again. He still had no idea what to expect from her; he could knock on the door and she could send him flying, or they could just look at the stars.
Yeah right. Horst knitted his eyebrows, grinning at that second idea.
Approaching the officer's quarters, Horst walked down the hall until he found the door labeled "Therani, Ervisa". He paused outside it, trying to think of what he might say. He shrugged though, and decided to wing it.
His good hand lightly rapped on the door.
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Sept 22, 2012 19:44:13 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Sept 22, 2012 19:44:13 GMT -5
Just a few seconds after Ervisa finished with her hair, a knock came at her door. This was the point when any remotely modest, sensible, or normal woman would have put on a bathrobe or said 'just a minute' while she scrambled for more clothing.
The Mirialan woman, however, simply walked to the door and swung it open, standing in full view clad in nothing but a bra and panties, both a sedate light grey, though a little on the frilly side.
She hadn't even tried to figure out who the visitor was through the Force, so she was rewarded with the surprise of seeing Horst again, clad in military-style clothing, like what she'd just changed out of. Clearly the bloody training had everyone running around playing soldier, though Horst at least had some experience in the role.
He was, she noticed, even more muscular than last time. It had been four days since she'd seen him, and he hadn't been idle. Not by a longshot.
Granted she hadn't been exactly sitting around on her ass eating bon bons. If only.
They both looked good all things considered, and Ervisa realized quite clearly that she could have bedded him in an instant had he just shown a little interest. Instead he was like this damned pillar, always so stoic. Like a rock, a rock who dispensed lame self-help advice. She didn't know what to feel about him, but there were facts to consider.
In the first place, he'd taken her to the rescue helicopter when her lung had been punctured. He'd had the option of simply letting her kick the bucket in the jungle. She had to give him credit for that, even if he wasn't about to start with a successful advice column in the newspaper.
"Horst," Ervisa said nonchalantly. "Come right on in. Don't mind the mess."
Mess was a bit of a statement, as her clothes were still strewn about, though the actual spartan decor was still very much in good and orderly shape.
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Sept 22, 2012 22:44:10 GMT -5
Post by Fromikeable on Sept 22, 2012 22:44:10 GMT -5
Horst's eyes widened in shock as Ervisa opened the door in nothing but her underwear. He stared for a moment, and then looked to side, trying to be all dignified. He remembered in an instant how well that had gone last time, however, and so he bit the bullet and looked her down.
They're bigger than I remember. The respectable part of Horst's mind wanted nothing more than to slap him. To be fair though, she looked incredible; shapely, smooth-skinned, emerald like a jewel, and as well defined as one to boot.
There was, of course, her... "assets". Horst tried his best not to look at either set of them, but his body betrayed him, and glanced at each as he looked her over.
He shivered ever so slightly. One of these days, my morals are gonna drink some rat poison... He stepped into the room with a small grin, thinking about what life would be like if he wasn't some indignant, hoping, respecting fool. Oh, the merriment that would ensue...
At the cost of morals? For once, that reason sounded sort of weak. Nevertheless, it kept his feet on the ground.
The room was in good shape, aside from the fact that the carpet was invisible under a layer of clothing, tossed to the floor with zero care. Horst did his best not to step on anything, half not-wanting to crush something under his boots by accident, half not-wanting his steps to bring into view any of Ervisa's used unmentionables. She'd "wound him up" rather tightly last time, and he wasn't sure he could deal with that sort of stress again in a room that reeked of estrogen and had a fully-functional bed.
Horst was a god of self-control, but even gods lost it sometimes.
Horst stood in the middle of the room, breathing in the scent before breaking off, his mind reigning him back in. He turned to Ervisa and resisted the urge to shiver again. Gravely did he release that he'd just trudged into dangerous territory...
He thought of something to say, mainly to distract himself, but also out of an actual concern he'd had the last few days. He pointed at Ervisa's torso, taking great care to aim his finger at her ribs, and no higher nor lower.
"How's the rib?"
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Sept 22, 2012 23:01:42 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Sept 22, 2012 23:01:42 GMT -5
Horst stared. That was gratifying.
He shuddered. That was better still.
The human crossed the threshold and entered the room, Ervisa closing the door behind him and padding back over to the bed, hovering near it expectantly, waiting for something. He was definitely interested. His body language spoke of his interest, something more keen than the last time.
Maybe it was because they were alone and not afraid for their lives, or because now they were both in better shape. Either way, she could tell this time he cared that she was a woman, that he desired her. That feeling, it was something she got off on. People liked her, or her body at least. She didn't really differentiate between the two. Admiring glances she gained were viewed as compliments to who she was as a person more than what she looked like.
It was almost sad really that a woman could exist in such a physical way and not see the possibility for anything deeper. She'd tried. Ervisa Therani had given a good shot at a deeper and more meaningful relationship, and that had gone about as well as jumping out a moving airspeeder a thousand feet above sea level. Now she avoided even thinking about that.
All she could think of now was that Horst wasn't so bad-looking, and they were both present, with a bed. And alone. Completely alone.
A gleam came into the Mirialan woman's grey eyes as she pondered what was possible, only momentarily delayed by the question.
"It's fine," She answered in a tone bordering on the seductive. "Now why don't you sit down?"
Green hands with ornately tattooed backs guided Horst to the edge of the bed, placing him into a sitting position. The Mirialan herself sat just behind him, and started to whisper in his ear.
"We're not strangers anymore Horst, I know what you want, and I want it too."
Her lips met Horst's neck and she kissed him there softly, allowing her arms to wrap around his chest, slowly stroking his skin through the shirt.
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Sept 22, 2012 23:13:32 GMT -5
Post by Fromikeable on Sept 22, 2012 23:13:32 GMT -5
Horst's mind screamed at him with blaring alarms as Ervisa guided him to the bed, pushing him lightly so as to sit. Her voice had become smooth and sexy, and Horst found himself suddenly not resisting his impulse to stare quite as much.
He put his mind out to pasture. His body was in control by this point.
Ervisa pressed on in his moment of weakness,as she kept talking about desire, gently pressed her lips to his neck, and began rubbing his shirt. The human man closed his eyes for a moment, simply allowing the pleasure to consume him. Every cell in his body was screaming at him to just go for it.
His mind managed to scream just a hair louder though, and he lightly grabbed Ervisa's hands, pushing her back enough to the point at which her lips weren't on his skin. He looked off for a moment, still trying to ignore the screams of his instincts, before looking at her, trying to actually look a little intimidating. He succeeded, but only partially, as his body only begrudgingly followed his orders.
"Ervisa, you know damn well that's not why I'm here." In truth, it was a lie. At least a partial one.
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Sept 22, 2012 23:22:55 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Sept 22, 2012 23:22:55 GMT -5
"Oh really?" Ervisa said snidely, "That's not what you're saying below the waistline."
It was a true statement, but moreover it undermined his point. Ervisa was not in the mood to be crossed, and it showed in the forceful way she pulled her hands back from his grip.
"If you don't want me, why bother coming to my room at night? I know what you want, and it's right here. So quit fussing and enjoy."
Ervisa shoved Horst down onto the bed and straddled him in one swift motion, lowering her body down against him and pressing her lips against his as her hands caressed his face. She kissed him, long and hard, and with all the passion she could muster.
When she pulled away she cast aside her bra, baring herself. It was then that she spoke again in as sultry and lusty a voice as she could muster.
"You, me. Now."
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Sept 22, 2012 23:34:52 GMT -5
Post by Fromikeable on Sept 22, 2012 23:34:52 GMT -5
Horst glared at his pants, almost angry enough at his mutinous body to consider self-mortification. The little bastard between his legs wasn't helping any.
Horst opened his mouth to argue, but he felt himself being pushed down, and in the blink of an eye, Ervisa was on top of him. He tried again, but his open lips were met with hers, and he lapsed again, actually kissing back. He tried a third time when she disengaged, but fell silent at the sight of her naked chest.
For a moment, he was quiet. His hands gripped the sheets, wanting to grip something else instead, but his mind gripped his hands in a final push. All or nothing.
His mentality got something else instead; a weak assessment.
"We don't even know each other." The question was soft and weak, almost like it was begging to be refuted, discarded, and tossed aside. By this point, the majority of Horst's opinion was hoping that it would be simply ignored. She was right; at that moment, he wanted nothing more than to be intimate.
Nevertheless, his hands gripped only the sheets, his body spoke for him, and the question hung in the air like a dying light. It was his weakest, most desperate, and last line of defense, and it did an awful job.
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Sept 22, 2012 23:49:17 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Sept 22, 2012 23:49:17 GMT -5
Ervisa flung her hands up in the air and swung herself off of Horst with an exasperated groan, pulling herself upright to her full height and glowering, her skin flushing a darker green color.
"You are impossible!" She said angrily.
Promptly she turned her back on him and rubbed her temples with every sign of someone who'd run out of patience completely. This was it, this was the last straw.
"I've tried everything. Everything. Do I have to pull out the latex? Get a whip? Are you into ropes? Is that it?"
The Mirialan woman grimaced and rubbed her eyes wearily before continuing her monologue, or diatribe, or whatever her little rant had become. Her tone was no longer sultry, and was instead downright pissed off, though falling short of yelling.
"I've tried everything, and it isn't enough. Am I hideous? Do you have a thing against green skin? I- I just-"
Ervisa stopped her pacing and flopped wearily down on the bed. And then she almost cried. She just couldn't understand what was the matter. This was her A-game, her very best. She'd tried to be irresistible, with a great body and fantastic demeanor. Her skills had been honed over seven years, going from a wide-eyed virgin to a stone cold vixen. But it didn't seem to matter.
"If you don't want me, then go away."
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Post by Fromikeable on Sept 23, 2012 0:15:27 GMT -5
Horst smacked his palm to his head and cursed under his breath as Ervisa threw up her hands and jumped off of him. The first sex he would have had in years, and he'd just blown it.
Damnit, damnit, stupid, damnit, stupid, damnit, stupid, stupid... Horst listened to Ervisa yell as he sat up, rubbing his eyes with his hands. Internally, his mind reigned in his lust again, and as his body scolded him for not taking its advice, his mind scolded him for pissing Ervisa off and almost losing himself.
So no matter how you looked at it, he'd blown it.
Ervisa seemed to be taking it really badly though, calling herself hideous. Horst was about to speak up refuting it when she broke down, collapsing beside him on the bed and telling him to leave basically.
He remained sitting, now pounding his forehead with his good hand. His "damnits" had gained a voice now, though they were only silent whispers.
Why?! Why couldn't he just indulge them both?! He liked her. He was attracted to her. She was... familiar with him. She was attracted to him. So why the hell couldn't he just shut his big mouth, put on his big-boy pants, strip off his big-boy pants, and bring them both a wonderful night the likes of which he hadn't seen in years?
"Damnit, damnit, damnit, damnit, damnit, damnit..." He kept pounding his forehead, hoping to knock some sense into him.
Sighing, he looked over at Ervisa, now an emotionally unstable wreck, lying next to him. He considered changing his stance and just gently guiding her through a night of unrestrained sex. That idea was gone though; now she wasn't up for it, and even if she was, it would seem like pity sex.
"GODS, I'm stupid." Horst said that one out loud, not bothering to keep it a secret. It was pretty much a given fact by this point.
"You're gorgeous Ervisa. I'd chop off an arm to spend the night right now..." Horst heard some of his desire seep into his voice, but he did nothing to stop it. He couldn't.
"I just... I... it's... I'M A MORON, OKAY?!" Horst got up, rubbing his head over with his hands. He exhaled. He paced. Why? Why couldn't he just let go?! WHY?!
"F*ck it all, f*ck it all, f*ck it all..." Horst's voice wavered, and he shook his head wildly. It was obvious that inside him, two camps raged like raging sarlaccs.
Unlike sarlaccs, however, neither seemed capable of killing the other. The battle could only be decided with a final, external push.
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Sept 23, 2012 0:30:30 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Sept 23, 2012 0:30:30 GMT -5
Ervisa sat upright at one line Horst said.
I'd chop off an arm to spend the night right now.
Her jaw simply hung open until Horst started cursing and pacing, and then she truly yelled for the first time in a long time. It wasn't even anger so much as it was indignation.
"THEN WHY IN THE NINE CORELLIAN HELLS ARE YOU FIGHTING ME?"
Ervisa glared for one second and then she sprang into action.
Forcefully she shoved Horst back onto the bed, then she was on him in an instant, unzipping his pants and reaching down them with a green hand, exploring personal areas.
Her lips found his and she kissed him fiercely to stifle any further objections or complaints, moving her hands to pull off his shirt.
She was going to have her night. No protest, no fighting.
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Post by Fromikeable on Sept 23, 2012 0:53:47 GMT -5
One minute, Horst was pacing, cursing, cringing, and nearly crying.
The next, he was on his back on the bed being handled by Ervisa. His mind screamed again, but this time it wasn't loud enough. It had had its chance, and it had certainly, unquestionably blew it.
It was his body's turn, and his cells had renewed their demand that he go for it.
So, he went for it.
For a minute, he merely kissed, still ending his little battle of interest. Slowly, though, his hands came up and started caressing Ervisa, running through her hair, feeling her body, and beginning what would become a very long night.
Ervisa wanted her night? She had it then.
All night, with small breaks in-between, Horst and Ervisa were at it. The room shrank as emotion and desire ran high, skin was on skin, and pleasure melted with pleasure. By the time the sun was up, both were merely dazing, Ervisa doing so with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth and Horst with a slight snore.
It was only when he opened his eyes again to see the bright sunlight glowing in through the window that the gravity of the night prior sank in. He looked around, remembering where he was. He moved his arms; his good hand was resting on the sheets, and his cast seemed to be wrapped around Ervisa's gut. He sat up slightly, rubbing his eyes.
His mind was back, and it was angry.
Horst didn't regret his evening though. A small twinge of guilt was detectable, considering he couldn't even say what Ervisa's middle name was (if she had one even), but it was pale in comparison to the utter satisfaction of after-glow.
Horst sighed contently, squeezing his arm around his partner a little. She was warm. She was attractive.
Now if only she wasn't about to toss me aside like a bad habit. Another sigh followed the first, this one of an exasperated manner. Ervisa began to stir.
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Sept 23, 2012 1:07:11 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Sept 23, 2012 1:07:11 GMT -5
Ervisa passed the night in sensual, writhing contortions; showcasing just how astonishingly flexible a Mirialan could be. She used every trick in the book, everything she'd picked up from sleeping all around the galaxy for seven years, both recreationally and professionally. It was safe to say she'd rocked Horst's world.
And from the way he'd taken it in, and dished it out, she had the feeling it had been a long time since he'd last had sex. Long dry spells were always fantastic, and they'd made a full night of it, coming back to each other again and again. Finally, both exhausted and fully satisfied, they'd curled up and gone to sleep, Horst on his back with Ervisa's warm body lying flush against his side.
When Ervisa awoke from a good rest, sun was pouring in through the window, and she felt Horst's beefy arm across her flat stomach, and bulk of his muscular form beside her in the bed. She reached out with one hand and ran her fingers through the hair of his chest, her free hand pulling the cigarette butt from her lips and dropping it into an ash tray on the nightstand.
She let out another satisfied sigh before grinning broadly.
"G'morning sunshine. That was nice now, wasn't it? Maybe next time you won't fight me so hard."
Ervisa leaned over and pressed her dark green lips against Horst's cheek, the stubble there prickly against her sensitive skin. It was a quick peck, really a tease more than anything else.
If all the men over the years who had begged her to stay for another night were any indication at all, then Horst would keep coming back for every little liaison she needed. He'd be the perfect partner for dealing with her physical needs.
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Post by Fromikeable on Sept 23, 2012 12:18:56 GMT -5
Horst smiled instinctively as Ervisa awoke and felt his chest, putting out her cigarette. His body felt warm wherever she touched, and his hormones solidified his opinion that she was everything he had hoped for and more.
She was the first of them to speak, greeting him casually and stating that he had enjoyed himself. He squeezed her lightly again, humming in agreement. His mind was still angry, but he thought she was right; it wouldn't be quite as large of a debate next time around.
Next time... Horst hadn't considered that this would become a regular thing. He hadn't come to see her last night looking for a new sex life. With that said, he had most certainly found one. And after all, why not? They were both better off for it...
... right?
Horst smiled, hiding the growing guilt he has was beginning to feel. He'd repeat what had happened last night a million times over before he'd stop, but before he could agree that he'd be back, his pesky morality raised a small question, the likes of which he wished he could just smother to death and forget about.
For a minute, he was quiet, enjoying the simple feeling of the Mirialan's body pressed up against his.
"So... there's a next time, eh?" The man exhaled slowly, both happy and guilty.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Sept 23, 2012 13:29:39 GMT -5
Ervisa finally sat up, propping her back against the wall, and pulled all of her long hair over her left shoulder. Then she started to braid it with slender fingers, crafting her usual athletic appearance.
She made no move to dress again, instead remaining happily naked with Horst lying beside her, resisting the temptation to roll over onto him and start all over again.
Instead she listened to his question. Next time.
Of course next time.
"Well yeah," Ervisa confirmed. "You're here, you're a nice lay, and there's no rules against it. I've got needs, you've got needs. No reason we can't fulfill each other."
Ervisa was making good progress on her braid, and now her stomach was making little grumbles of hunger. She decided not to ignore them, instead speaking to Horst again.
"How about a shower and some breakfast?" She proposed.
She was ignoring the sensation that Horst felt a little guilty. After all, she didn't. The Mirialan woman felt absolutely no shame about having some fun, about using her body. It was great. Maybe in time Horst would learn to think of it like that too.
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Post by Fromikeable on Sept 23, 2012 13:41:37 GMT -5
Horst listened to Ervisa as she sat up, braiding her hair. Her chest was exposed again now that she was out from under the covers, and at some point Horst began becoming excited again.
He couldn't tell if he was normally this much of a horny bastard, or if his body was just making up for lost time.
Ervisa made a good point though, one that Horst had been asking himself anyway; why not? Horst brought his arms up behind his head, thinking of all the reasons why, hoping to find some flaw in the logic.
There was none. There was absolutely no reason for them not to do this regularly.
No reason except for that indignant pang of guilt.
Ervisa offered up a shower, and Horst scratched his chin. He looked at her again, and a quick battle raged within him. His mind lost again.
"Sure, though it might get a little lonely in that shower..." He raised his eyebrows and smirked, looking into Ervisa's eyes with his own, reflecting his passion. He wasn't falling in love, but sex had a way of making you feel close to someone.
Physically, at least. Besides, Horst had endurance, and a dirty part of him wanted to know if Ervisa could keep up.
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Sept 23, 2012 14:15:20 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Sept 23, 2012 14:15:20 GMT -5
Ervisa finished with the braid and whispered suggestively to Horst.
"You want me to keep you company?"
The Mirialan woman pulled aside the sheet and climbed out of bed, padding silently over to the refresher area and the shower, turning on the flow of warm water and pausing at the entrance.
"Better hurry up, I might start without you."
Ervisa stepped into the stream of water and rotated a few times to get thoroughly damp before Horst entered as well. As soon as he did, Ervisa guided his hands to her thighs and started to rub his chest with a bar of soap, even as she leaned forward and kissed him.
She was hoping this would start another wild session that would leave her happily satisfied, though at some point their absences would both be noticed. But an extra half hour didn't make a huge difference.
Besides, she had the hunch they both wanted another go.
And probably another in a day or two. And more after that.
Despite the fact she'd just had a whirlwind night of sex with the man, she wasn't sure if she liked him or not. Well, obviously she liked him, but there was some dislike in there as well. His dumb advice for one. But her biggest issue had been his lack of interest. Now resolved.
That brought an inward smile.
But she didn't really know him, aside from the fact he was muscular and an ex-soldier. Thing was, she didn't really care about knowing her partners. Nothing good came from such attachments. And that probably wasn't her Jedi upbringing talking.
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Sept 23, 2012 14:39:14 GMT -5
Post by Fromikeable on Sept 23, 2012 14:39:14 GMT -5
Horst watched Ervisa get up and walk to the bathroom, his eyes focused on her legs and hips as they swayed with every step. For a minute, he simply lay there, smiling like an idiot.
Then she told him she'd start without him, and he bolted to the bathroom as slowly as he could.
For the next half hour, all Horst could think about was flesh, soap, water, and moans. As they finished up, he honestly felt dirtier than when he went in, figuratively speaking.
The shower ending, Horst got out and wrapped a towel around his waist, reclaiming some decency. He searched for the clothes that had been peeled off early on last night, but could only manage to find his boxers, pants, and boots. Shrugging at the loss of his top, the Engineer began putting the clothes on, feeling them stick lightly thanks to the natural Oataran humidity as well as the remaining moisture from the shower.
As the clothing came on, so too did the guilt, this time strong enough to give Horst pause. That brought the count up to, what, 9 times? 10? He'd lost track after 7, but needless to say they'd had a helluva night.
Now if only they knew each other better.
Lacing up his boots, Horst considered their breakfast options, which were slim. Officer's rooms didn't have kitchens or cooking appliances of any kind, so that meant the only food to be had for breakfast was in the mess hall, along with everyone else. Horst considered for a moment how telling it would seem when Ervisa and he showed up together, but he shrugged it off. It was a little too late for them not to look intimate.
Standing up, still bare-chested, Horst looked for his shirt again. Among all of the thrown-about laundry, it was nigh impossible to locate. That, combined with another twinge of guilt, prompted Horst to pass the time by trying to learn more about the person he'd just rubbed up against.
"I take it you're not big on doin' laundry."
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Sept 23, 2012 14:56:47 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Sept 23, 2012 14:56:47 GMT -5
Ervisa had wrapped her legs around Horst and had as good a time as she had earlier that night. There was one thing for sure, that man had stamina. She'd lost track of how many times it had been, how many sessions. It was all a blur of pleasure, which was the best kind.
No drink. That was almost a pity. But on the other hand, she didn't really need it just to have that kind of fun.
After she rubbed herself down with a towel, and Horst for that matter, Ervisa found a new set of clothing, pulling on undergarments and then digital camouflage pants, a drab tank top, her boots, and her gunbelt. Her blaster pistol rested on her right hip, and her lightsaber on her left.
When Horst made a crack about laundry she answered candidly.
"It's just from yesterday. You showed up before I could dump my clothes in the hamper."
Ervisa promptly located Horst's shirt and tossed it to him before tucking her favorite brown leather gloves into the side pocket of her pants. Then she opened up her door and stepped out into the morning sun, stretching her whole body before closing the door behind Horst and starting the walk to the mess hall.
Horst would be pleased to see that the officers' quarters were all but deserted, and the only people that were visible were on the parade ground in the distance. His little indiscretion was likely to go unnoticed.
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Sept 23, 2012 17:51:33 GMT -5
Post by Fromikeable on Sept 23, 2012 17:51:33 GMT -5
Horst caught his shirt after Ervisa explained that his arrival had deterred her from cleaning her clothes. In a way, he doubted she would have cleaned them anyway. When he'd shown up, she'd been pretty obviously relaxed, and Horst knew what it was like to work your ass off for four days only to finally get to relax.
With that said, however, she'd seemed pretty energetic last night. Maybe she would have.
Donning his T-shirt and allowing his dog-tags to jangle over it, Horst followed Ervisa out. The officer's residences looked pretty deserted. Horst supposed that they had either fooled around too loudly to hear or flat-out slept through the base's bugle, and so most people were probably already out on their duties.
He sighed, taking in the sun. For once, he was pretty relaxed.
Walking alongside Ervisa, Horst took in the day. A few clouds of light color were visible off to the horizon, and judging by the position of the sun, he figured it to be about 9 o'clock. The sounds of drilling, shuffling feet, discharging weapons, and general training were audible off in the distance, and Horst wondered if he was up for training duty again today. Luckily, as he recalled it, it was Quintus's turn to dish out the torture.
Overall, it was a gorgeous day.
Horst sighed. If only he had a clean conscious with which to think about it. His guilt had been growing piece by piece, and now it was really starting to sting. He tried to think of something he knew about Ervisa that wasn't obvious or a crude summary of her past.
...
He drew a total blank. Still, maybe that could be fixed. Horst knew by this point that Ervi hated getting too deep, but he'd be satisfied with some of the shallower stuff at least.
"So tell me about yourself. Where were you born?" It was a bit of a random question, straight out of left field, but Horst asked it in that same simple tone he used whenever he wasn't truly expecting anything of the answer. Some people answered, and others didn't. He just hoped Ervisa would.
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