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10.05.2012 , 12:02 PM |
Gender Bender Quinn
I'll put this one under the old prompt of Loyalty and Betrayal....just 'cause.
A universe where Malavai Quinn was born a woman. Also Jaesa is a dude in this universe. Featuring light grey SW Anders, Vette, Miranda Quinn, and Jesse Wilsaam. Why is Jaesa a man? Because, I don't want to subjugate Anders to that much Estrogen.
They were back on Drummond Kaas, Anders in an important meeting with Darth Baras, he had chosen to take Jesse with him to finally meet Baras in person. The rest of the crew, even Broonmark waited in a popular Cantina, Anders had promised drinks all around in celebration. Vette and Pierce busied themselves at a Djarik table, both cheating Miranda noted. Broonmark sat in a darkened booth, in a way Miranda could only describe as glowering, his probsis twitching. Miranda herself sat at a nearby table looking over the local newsfeed on her datapad with a strong Kaas tea, she lamented not being able to get the same quality while away. As she sipped she double the tea order for when they would inevitably be sent on their next mission.
When Anders walked in his face was beaming, his pride spilling out of him. “Drinks all around" he announced as he took a seat next to her, letting his hand rest on her knee under the table, his touch electric.
“Today I killed Darth Vengean, today my Master rises to the Dark council, today we drink my friends!” Anders announced jovially, Miranda couldn’t help but be pleased at the news, pride swelling in her, her heart bursting.
Despite her efforts the two of them had fallen into a relationship of sorts, after pulling the trigger against Moff Broysc’s temple she had felt a release, revenge, justice she corrected herself, had felt good. She had surrendered to Anders advances, consummating their passions. Anders seemed to read her mind as his fingers gently brushed up and down her thigh, sending shock waves up her spine.
“My lord, the crew.” She whispered under her breath a blush climbing up her neck and resting on her cheeks.
“What of them?” Anders teased.
“They have eyes my lord, you have me at a disadvantage.” There was a sharp intake of breath, and a low breathy chuckle from her master.
A round of drinks arrived, Hutt tequila, Miranda wrinkled her nose. All but she drank the shot, Pierce sauntered up to where she and Anders were sitting, his grey eyes on her, he grabbed her shot, and knocked it back, not taking his eyes off of her. Daring her to reprimand him, he licked his lips.
“Mind yourself Lieutenant.” She warned, though she was much less intimidating blushing like she was with her Sith masters hands doing terribly naughty things to her under the cover of the table cloth.
“Hate to see good liqueur go to waste, sir. Wouldn’t you agree my lord?” Miranda had been dismayed at the quick and easy friendship that had formed between soldier and Sith, it made the chain of command impossible to enforce on the ship.
“I would Pierce, you shouldn't waste, Captain.” He admonished her playfully, causing her anger to rise, he smiled at her, eyes dancing, he did so love seeing her uncomfortable, watching her squirm. The color of her cheek better than any drink he could order at the cantina.
Pierce walked away rumbling a low chuckle, off to go rescue Vette from Jesse’s drunken and sloppy advances. He wasn’t usually one for aliens, but Vette had certain charms that endeared her to him. He sat down noisily between the Twilek and the drunken apprentice, putting his arms around both, much to Jesse’s disappointment.
Anders ordered Miranda not a glass but a bottle of expensive wine, dismissing her beloved tea.
Well into the evening Miranda’s head was swimming she didn't know when he had done it, but her chair had been pulled close in such a way that she was now leaning back against Anders chest, with one of his strong arms draped over her shoulder possessively. Any hope of keeping their relationship secret and discreet was thrown out the window yet she still found herself with a half-smile on her face as the rest of the crew laughed and drank. Even Broonmark was taking part, his strange hissing and buzzing taking on a strangely friendly tone. When the bottle of wine was empty and Miranda’s knees beyond weak, Anders pulled her to her feet, supporting her slight, but drunk form.
“I’ll see you all in the morning, none but my sweet inebriated Captain are welcome aboard the ship tonight.” Anders smiled again, despite the gentle threat. Vette dissolved into giggles, Pierce smirked, Broonmark raised his cup and blorped at them, and Jesse Wilsaam was already passed out in the booth. “Look after them Pierce.” Anders added seriously, though he meant Vette. He loved her like a sister and didn’t want anyone to get any ideas about collaring themselves a drunk and roaming twilek for a slave.
“Of course my lord.” Pierce replied with a nod of the head as Vette nuzzled herself into the crook of the large soldiers arm.
The second Anders and Miranda set foot on the ship they were tearing at each other clothing and armor. They were hungry for each other. Anders pulled the pins from Miranda’s hair, and spoke her name quietly into her neck. He didn’t let her rest until she had screamed and given over to her passions completely. Some hours later Miranda woke with her head resting on Anders chest, her long black curls spilling over his skin. Her head was pounding, she managed to untangle herself from Anders heavy limp limbs and wrapped herself in one of his long black robes. She walked to the fresher to get some water, then took a quick walk around the ship. She was surprised to see a blinking message from Baras. She hesitated to press play, but with the ship quiet and Anders sleeping, now was probably the best time to hear what her true master had to say.
“Captain, I leave you this message to tell you that you will soon be free of this assignment. You have served well; I will contact you again for your next assignment in the days to come.” The message cut out, Miranda was left with a hard stone in her stomach. She knew what this meant, Anders had grown too powerful, he was no longer an asset but a threat. She wanted to warn him, but of what? How could she tell him without revealing herself? With a shaking hand she deleted the message.
“Miranda, you’re off duty, whatever it is can wait. Come to bed.” Anders spoke from the doorway, his hair deliciously disheveled, the stubble of his beard shadowing his face, he wore nothing but his quirky half smile.
Miranda nodded and turned off the terminal following him back to his quarters. Anders pulled her back into bed, gently caressing her hair.
“What’s troubling you Miranda? I sense fear from you.” Anders asked softly in the dark.
“I…fear for you. I fear that one day Baras will no longer see you as an asset, that he will try to kill you.” Miranda replied, glad he couldn't see her face.
“My dear don’t trouble yourself, it is the way of the Sith, I have no doubt my master will try something.” He pulled her hand up to his lips kissing her fingers. “Besides, I have something he doesn’t. You.” He wrapped his arms around her and settled back into sleep. Miranda lay awake until the gloomy Drummond Kaas dawn, listening to his heart beat .
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