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08.07.2012 , 04:26 PM |
JK - Esma (and Scourge)
JK spoilers from Chapter 3
"Would you care to explain the holo recordings stored in the conference room?"
Esma casually flipped over the datapad she was reading in bed and raised her eyebrows at the tone coming from the Sith scowling in the doorway.
"The ones from a Bengel Morr, who I believe we met on Corellia? Sentimental nonsense."
"Oh those," Esma said, waving a hand.
"Yes, those," Scourge said, "Why is another man sending you such things?"
Esma's eyes widened as she looked up at Scourge. "You're jealous."
"I can't believe you feel threatened by a set of holo recordings," she said, sitting upright and somehow in the process flipping a blanket over the datapad at her side.
"I am not threatened," he growled, "I am merely determining whether this insect must die."
Esma burst into laughter, falling back on the bed (and shoving the datapad farther under) until the giggles stopped.
"You are jealous," she said, still grinning.
Scourge stalked across the room, reached down and grasped her wrists, pinning them to the bed. "You are mine," he said delibrately, "killing rivals is something of a tradition with Sith."
"Oh, come on," Esma said, attempting to get up and having no luck at all, "Really? I don't see you going after Doc."
Scourge shifted her wrists to one hand and unerringly located the datapad that was buried in the blankets over Esma's sputtered protests. He read a bit and then raised an eyebrow. Esma's cheeks heated.
He set the datapad down on the table at the side of the bed. "That creature lives only because he has given up his claim to you, and you wish him to remain alive for some inexplicable reason."
Esma looked from Scourge to the datapad and back again before forging ahead. "I spared Bengel Morr's life once on Tython and ever since then he's been a little...fixated, but there was never anything romantic about it. Now will you let me up?"
Scourge considered her for a moment. "No, I find I rather like you like this." He kept his grip tight on her wrists and began to slowly unbutton her shirt. "And it appears from your reading material that you do as well."
"I just...um...," Esma said, beginning to get a little breathless.
Scourge's lips curled in a small smile.
"So what now?"
Scourge's smile spread across his face, full of cunning. "I have plans, little Jedi, I have plans."
For all those Jedi Knights with a collection of smut in their library...you know who you are.
aren't you a little short for a stormtrooper?
My Name is Solomon Crae
The Man in the Box