Corellia

[kharivestra]

He stood up at that last thing she said. Hands on hips glaring. "Me spending time on beautification? I am naturally this good looking." stepping out of the tub he pulled her close and kissed her and took his time doing it. When at last he broke the kiss he left her there grabbing a towel on his way out of the room. "For that remark you have to wear your present...up to you to do it now or later, but you will be wearing it."

Choice was up to her when.

She could have agreed with him, but he'd just as quickly kissed her, drawing her against him again she relinquished that verbal statement for a different one, and she had to admit, this one was far better than words. It was she who was left there, standing, breathless as he wandered off at her earlier insistence. Slowly, she glared at him as he retreated, knowing precisely why he'd chosen that moment in time to reaffirm what he'd been thinking in the tub, and it worked, she was already thinking up ways of seeking revenge.

"Does this mean you'll stop using my lip stick?" Khari called back, realizing that he'd just gone and undone all her good work at drying herself off. Enough of a distraction that she barely noticed what else he'd said to her...

"Hold on a second..." Khari was already making her way aft, "...present? You didn't say anything about any gifts."

There was that tone to his voice again, the one that sounded very cocky and self assured, like he had had this all planned out the entire time. While she knew that could certainly be the case, it almost always wasn't, he just had a damn good lucky streak. So while he took to getting ready, himself, she did likewise, trying to work out what he had up his sleeve. And then it all occurred to her again...of course.

"Tress, I trust I won't be suffering anymore occular discomfort during this meeting, because if you thought you had a difficult time in that bacta tank that time, it will pale in significance to where you'll be spending the night if this goes awry." Her words were spoken sweetly enough, but there was a decidedly serious undertone to them, an edge he couldn't fail to catch.

Slipping into something presentable, she could feel him watching her, and that was just fine, but it was what his mind was poring over in the process that had her wondering.

In the bedroom he grabbed his bag and took out what he needed and once dried he got dressed. Every once in a while he looked over at her trying to catch glimpses of her. "So you decide as to it being now or later? Cause as you said its time to go..."

It was time, and she knew how stubborn he was about things like this, he'd find some way of choosing for her and she didn't like that idea much. That was the thing with her, control was sometimes all she needed to keep a level head in things, take that away and you let chaos in - chaos, while a very good bed partner, didn't make a good business partner.

"Very well...later then. But you know how important this is, I think we sufficiently alienated the Imperial Regent enough to know springing surprises on me in the middle of meetings isn't the best idea. Hmm?"

Having sorted her attire, she had now set to work drying and rearranging her hair into some semblance of neatness. Stars she hated it when people requested things at short notice.

*****

He poured her one and got a refill for himself before he walked slowly back to her. A silly grin on his lips knowing he was just wearing a top hat all this time. A purple felt hat of all things. "Again. I'm not a machine..." he offers her the drink he brought for her and a kiss to sweeten the deal. "But, I do find i cant get enough of you....so drink fast. I have an hour left before work, which you will spend here sleeping so when i get back we can resume things. "

Watching his jaunt back towards the bed was painting her expression too amused. How he managed to keep that hat balanced up there was anyone's guess, it was so ridiculously tall, just shy of being what someone might have expected to see on a telbun...and oh my, wasn't that ironic - she kept that thought to herself.

"Are you certain? For a while there I was almost convinced you had discovered the secret to perpetual motion. Colour me surprised." This time, she didn't hold back the almost girlish giggle at the jaunty angle his hat had since slid.

It was all but forgotten when he handed her a drink, though, and slid into bed beside her, bestowing upon her a swift kiss before letting that glass slip from his fingers completely. Elegantly she took a sip, savouring the sweetness of the beverage before placing it down on the bedside stand. The view from up here was spectacular, with open plan living space enveloped by large viewports, there was little chance anyone would see them, or Rhy's ridiculously large hat, up here. Yes, she could have gotten used to this, and yet she knew if she ever did, that would take away it's appeal.

"An hour? You shouldn't challenge me like that, I might have to make you late on purpose. Wouldn't that be a shame. And I'm sure I can amuse myself while you're gone." Yes, she'd already thought about that too, such as stirring up a certain someone when they found out where she had mysteriously vanished to for a few weeks. He didn't need to know the precise location though, she wasn't a complete fool.

"I'd even tell you all about it when you returned, but I have a feeling you're going to be otherwise engaged." Her words were a feral purr, it didn't take much to work out what she meant, and that was the point, if she'd wanted to play games with him it would have been far more cryptic, but there was nothing cryptic about the way she moved closer to him, pulling the hand which still held his drink away from his lips so that she could kiss him hotly. Thankfully, she had the insight to hold that drink steady in the process. They didn't need to be making a mess of things that way.

[tress]

"Does this mean you'll stop using my lip stick?" Khari called back, realizing that he'd just gone and undone all her good work at drying herself off. Enough of a distraction that she barely noticed what else he'd said to her...

He stopped what he was doing and looked up with a glare. "I told you that was from kissing you..." making a rude noise he resumes getting dressed. "And furthermore, I wouldn't be caught dead wearing Kuati Purple like you." a running joke with them, the color purple. Let her deal with that.

"Hold on a second..." Khari was already making her way aft, "...present? You didn't say anything about any gifts."

There was that tone to his voice again, the one that sounded very cocky and self assured, like he had had this all planned out the entire time. While she knew that could certainly be the case, it almost always wasn't, he just had a damn good lucky streak. So while he took to getting ready, himself, she did likewise, trying to work out what he had up his sleeve. And then it all occurred to her again...of course.

"Tress, I trust I won't be suffering anymore occular discomfort during this meeting, because if you thought you had a difficult time in that bacta tank that time, it will pale in significance to where you'll be spending the night if this goes awry." Her words were spoken sweetly enough, but there was a decidedly serious undertone to them, an edge he couldn't fail to catch.

Slipping into something presentable, she could feel him watching her, and that was just fine, but it was what his mind was poring over in the process that had her wondering.

"Oh, now you get all interested in presents. This after insulting me with borrowing your lipstick." he teased not looking at her, he put in just the right amount of hurt into his speech to see what it did for his cause.

"Nope, its why i am giving you a choice of wearing it now or later. All up to you this time...." he rummaged through his bag and left a small box on the bed. "There you go, now or later all up to you."


He looked her over and whistled. "You look ravishing, wife"

It was time, and she knew how stubborn he was about things like this, he'd find some way of choosing for her and she didn't like that idea much. That was the thing with her, control was sometimes all she needed to keep a level head in things, take that away and you let chaos in - chaos, while a very good bed partner, didn't make a good business partner.

"Very well...later then. But you know how important this is, I think we sufficiently alienated the Imperial Regent enough to know springing surprises on me in the middle of meetings isn't the best idea. Hmm?"

Having sorted her attire, she had now set to work drying and rearranging her hair into some semblance of neatness. Stars she hated it when people requested things at short notice.

Buttoning the last button he ran his fingers through his hair letting it fall where it may, it always gave him a roguish look. "Sorted then. If your ready, we should go to that meeting and on the way i suppose i should tell you what your missing out on with your gift."

[kharivestra]

He stopped what he was doing and looked up with a glare. "I told you that was from kissing you..." making a rude noise he resumes getting dressed. "And furthermore, I wouldn't be caught dead wearing Kuati Purple like you." a running joke with them, the color purple. Let her deal with that.

The mock outrage that flared to life on her face could have re-ignited a long-dead star, whirling around to fix him with a very imperious glare, Khari folded her arms across her chest and looked right down her nose at him. It was all for effect, naturally, but that didn't mean she was going to collapse into laughter right there and then.

"No, you much prefer pink, it's so your colour." Sliding that one home with a self assured smirk would do the trick, and it was good to be back on form.

"Oh, now you get all interested in presents. This after insulting me with borrowing your lipstick." he teased not looking at her, he put in just the right amount of hurt into his speech to see what it did for his cause.

"Nope, its why i am giving you a choice of wearing it now or later. All up to you this time...." he rummaged through his bag and left a small box on the bed. "There you go, now or later all up to you."


He looked her over and whistled. "You look ravishing, wife"

As he placed the box down, she glanced over, having dropped the imperiousness for just a moment. His hurt tone was as much an act, she knew, but she knew it was a mask for something else, and she being a naturally suspicious person, looked between him and the box several times before going over to pick it up. It was light enough to make her assume some things and ponder others, but she didn't look inside just yet. His compliment drew her attention first, and won out. So she placed the box back on the edge of the bed for later, when she could have her full attention in the here and now.

"Glad you approve, and you're as rakish as ever, let's hope the combination sets us off to a good start." He could take that any way he wished, though the general overtone was that the meeting would be kicked off well with good impressions made. Though she had completely meant the compliment, she never tired of the unique way he did things, such as tousling his hair like that and actually getting away with it. As a senator it had become clear he had won over the majority of minds if just because he was one of the people. A lot would have done well to go by that example, criminal activities aside. It was all a part of him though, and while she may not agree with everything he did, she wouldn't change it.

Buttoning the last button he ran his fingers through his hair letting it fall where it may, it always gave him a roguish look. "Sorted then. If your ready, we should go to that meeting and on the way i suppose i should tell you what your missing out on with your gift."

Khari's smile broadened, and she took his arm in hers while conversation went back to what he'd gifted her. She was just happy to have him at her side for the evening, but the promise of being told what he'd brought her was too good to resist. He always knew how to pander to her curiosity.

"Do tell, or I might have to make us late by finding out first hand." She encouraged him as they left the suite.

Outside the hotel, the speeder was waiting as requested...as were several of the holocasters from before, each of them trying to get a handle on just what the pair of them were doing here...together. And true to her word, Khari hadn't suddenly dropped his arm the moment they had stepped out into the cool night air, she remained as she had been inside, arm linked with his, throwing caution to the wind. So why not start some rumours, the ten were already too far invested in this endeavour to care what she was doing in her personal life.

After security had shouldered them a path through the fray, they were both on their way to the meeting at the CEC offices, and for once, Khari had a good feeling about this. Especially in light of how their last meeting had gone, it went a long way to securing them a position that would see their alliance to being one of the most vaulted in the future of the galaxy.

[Zanear the Edge]

Feb 10, 2012 18:03:04 GMT -5 @arri said:

Realizing, for the first time since her arrival, that both males were looking at her now, she halted her curiosity right where she stood, blushing slightly for acting like the awestruck child she must have looked like all over again. Zanear, by now, would be becoming accustomed to this...for Arri, however, it was just a tad embarrassing.

Now it was time to bare all, so to speak, or at least bare a little.

"Zanear tells me you would be uniquely suited for removing something unwanted...." Reaching down to where one of her gown's silken sashes wove it's self around her body, she pulled back the appropriate fabric, to reveal the tattoo in question, that which she had longed to be rid of for longer than even she realized.
"...Say this, for example?"

Holding the edges of the dress, she managed to reveal her hip and the entire marked area, without the need to hike her skirts up and really give them both something to gape at, not that it would have surprised Zanear in the traditional sense.

"I would rather be rid of it and if you can make that happen as quickly as possible, I would be most grateful." Grateful didn't cover it, he'd forever be in her debt if he made that happen tonight, she'd been stained by Kaur's family for too long, done things on behalf of them that no one should have felt they had to do. And now she was wanted in conjunction with Zanear, possibly pending assassination charges, the mark needed to go, today.

Cletis' faced changed. His demeanor went from greedy and short to stone faced. I know this mark. It's the one thing that I know above all things. His eyes bored into Arri's. I promise you, before you leave this room all traces of your slavery will be gone. His voice was soft yet there was steel behind it when he spoke to Arri.

Turning his head he now looked at Zanear. Just when I thought you had been swallowed back into the Nine Hells, you go and do this. Cletis helped her into the table, and instructed her to lay down. When she does he grabs an over head scanner and begins to sweep it up and down her body.

Hmmm...hmmm yes, just as I thought. He spoke mostly to himself. This mark isn't the only testament to your servitude... I see you have a state of the art anti-poison implant, but there is also a unique nano-tech in your system...some sort of ocular spying system around your eyes... I've never seen anything like it! This has to be some hardcore Arkanian tech. He then put the scanner away and motioned for her to stand up.

In the back there is a set of surgery clothes. Put those on and then we can begin.