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10.27.2012 , 02:20 PM |
Using Your Arsenal
Ukaita and Scourge
AU in which the Chiss Sith, Ukaita, (who has kind of a jk/sw mash-up history) has teamed up with the oh-so-hot Lord Scourge, the Emperor's Wrath, to keep his vision of the Emperor destroying all life in the galaxy from coming to pass. The fact that she can torment Scourge and plot to become Empress while saving the galaxy - awesome bonus!
"What are you wearing?" Scourge's voice had as close to a note of horror in it as Ukaita had ever heard.
She grinned evilly and sauntered over to him, the barely-there top and peek-a-boo bottom moving interestingly as she put some extra sway in her hips, "Like it?"
"Why are you dressed as a whore?"
She pouted, put her hands on her hips, pushed out her chest a bit more. "A dancer! Get it right! We're meeting with this inventor guy at the Star Cluster, right? I want to fit in! Besides, it gives me a chance to wear this again!"
Scourge looked as though he were in pain. "Again?"
She grinned, "I used to pretend to be a dancer at this little cantina near the center of Kaas City. Fake slave collar makes you practically invisible. Amazing the stuff people will say around slaves."
He frowned. "You would be merely a distraction dressed thusly. Proper clothes, if you please."
Ukaita ran a finger down his arm as she passed him out into the hall towards the shuttle. "A distraction, huh? I like the sound of that."
She winked back at Scourge as she turned the corner, her grin widening at where his gaze had slid to. This was going to be fun.
Scourge's jaw tightened as Ukaita giggled and draped herself across his lap, running a hand down the center of his chest. Gharl Deduun's eyes were fixed on the bubbly Chiss rather than on the seething Sith Lord seated across from him; clearly the man not only lacked the Republic zealotry of his uncle, he also lacked the intellect.
"Your prototype?" Scourge prompted.
Deduun dragged his eyes away from the way Ukaita's top always seemed a millimeter away from slipping off. "Right, it's uh, back at the lab. Used my uncle's specifications, well most of them. Had to do some rewrites on the conversation protocols...he had some weird ones set up."
"I am not interested in the droid's conversation," Scourge said coldly, twitching only slightly when Ukaita leaned back on him and reached up to stroke one of his face tendrils. He snatched her hand before she reached her goal, his grip implacable although his focus was still on the psuedo-inventor seated across from him. Ukaita pouted.
"Uh, yeah, well, it's a top of the line combat droid," Deduun said, "So...credits?"
Scourge raised an eyebrow and pinned one of Ukaita's wandering hands to the bench seat. "After we have the droid."
"Of course," Deduun said, pulling out a datapad, "here's the address of the lab, if you'll meet me there, we can finalize the sale."
Scourge nodded his head once.
"I don't suppose you'd be willing to sell your slave," Deduun said, his eyes fixed hungrily on Ukaita, "I'd give you a good price." His throat was suddenly caught in a crushing grip, and his panicked eyes shot to the Sith. "I'll take that as a no," he choked out. The vise on his throat loosened. He quickly fled the room, heading for the exit.
"That went well," Ukaita whispered to Scourge, sliding off him, "he didn't even think twice about giving us the address. See? I told you lust was useful."
Scourge was silent as the two of them walked towards the exit. The glowing blue lights of the Ceruleun Lounge were nearly in sight when Scourge gripped Ukaita's arm, pulled her into one of the side rooms, and shut the door with a blast of Force energy. Ukaita raised an eyebrow at the door and then her eyes widened as she looked up at Scourge. The man's eyes were practically molten.
He yanked her to up against him and captured her mouth in a scorching kiss that blasted any thought out of her head. He gripped the back of her head with one hand while the other splayed wide across her bare back. His lips were firm and hot, taking exactly what they wanted with no complaint whatsoever from her. Ukaita gasped in shock when he lifted his head and stepped back, stumbling slightly as the mountain of muscle shifted away from her.
Her eyes were wide as she looked at him, both of them breathing heavily. "Wow."
Scourge turned towards the door without saying a word.
"You kiss a lot better than most Sith," Ukaita said to his back, stung slightly by his lack of response, "You should do it more often."
He glanced back at her from out of the shadows. "Maybe I will."
Oh heck yeah.
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