It was hot, too hot, even in the cantina, Shiloh wiped her brow, and peeled off another layer as Kaliyo reclined in the booth. The slim Ratattaki pointed at another patron, a young and muscular moisture farmer, or more likely son of a moisture farmer.

“Him?” she drawled leaning close, tattooed white skin slick with sweat, she smelled of smoke, whiskey and a spice she could not place, “He’s cute, looks like he could give you a nice tumble.”

Shiloh pushed Kaliyo away, but the alcohol and the heat made her movements unsteady and clumsy, her fingers slipped on Kaliyo’s shoulder who only fell further onto her lap. She was Chiss, from an ice planet, she had thought the heat on Drummond Kaas insufferable, but at least on Drummond Kaas there was the rain, and some short few months where the temperature dipped a handful of degrees. There was no relief on Tatooine, the twin suns mocking her made for cold physiology.

Through the haze and sweat, Shiloh considered the youth that had been pointed out. Strong shoulders, a dimpled chin under a moderate layer of scruff, longish brown hair that had started to curl, heart shaped lips, and gentle brown eyes. If she was honest with herself, which she was desperately trying to avoid, Kaliyo was right, she was lonely. She couldn’t remember the last time she had enjoyed being intimate for intimacy sake. Sex was a weapon in her arsenal, but she confessed to herself that the prospect of forgetting herself in those honest eyes and strong arms that knew nothing of her world, was a tantalizing temptation. She brought her drink to her lips only to be met with nothing, she frowned into her glass.

“I’ll go have him buy you a drink!” Kaliyo shimmied her way over Shiloh, straddling her for a moment, grey eyes winking into red.

Before Kaliyo could reach the farmer, a buxom blonde had joined him, an obvious partner by the way they had greeted each other with a kiss. Shiloh pushed herself out of the booth, unsteady on her feet, and grabbed Kaliyo’s arm before she started hitting on him despite being a claimed man.

“Come on, I have a nice Kaas red, and some Corellian whiskey on the ship, and air conditioning. Let them be.” Shiloh, felt the cantina spinning, leaning none to lightly on her wayward companion.

“You know the rules, no leaving until after the fight, give me a minute.” One arm slipped around Shiloh’s waist the other tapped the blonde’s shoulder, whose pretty face connected with a wicked left hook.

They escaped the Cantina into the streets of Mos Ila, peals of laughter escaping Kaliyo’s lips. Despite herself Shiloh was laughing to. They both managed to stumble back to the ship which was mercifully cool.

“You’re terrible!” Shiloh exclaimed as she fell onto the common room couch, the cool air helping to clear her head, Kaliyo only winked and pulled out the Kaas vintage that had been mentioned earlier.

“You wouldn’t have me any other way agent.” She poured the deep red wine into short tumblers, she took a long sip, never taking her grey eyes off of Shiloh. She sauntered over and handed Shiloh her drink. She licked her full dark lips before taking another sip. She hit the console beside the bar and a rough voice supported by angry sounding instruments filled the space.

“Not bad Agent.” A few more swallows had Kaliyo’s glass empty.

“You’re not supposed to gulp it, this is a vintage, from before the war, you need to savor it take your time to appreciate the bouquet. Do you know how hard it was for me to pinch this from Keeper?” She grinned conspiratorially.

“Like this?” Kaliyo was next to her now, her hand over Shiloh’s as she took a sip out of the last glass of wine. Her spice filled the room, filled her head, grey eyes on red. Both women were still grasping the glass of wine when Kaliyo bent forward and pressed her wine and whiskey soaked lips to Shiloh’s.

“What are you doing?” Shiloh breathed; she hadn’t realized she had been holding her breath. Kaliyo’s hand guided the glass of wine to Shiloh’s lips, and she drank deeply of the rich and acrid drink, Kaliyo kept the glass pressed to her lips, and Shiloh drank until the glass was empty. The last of the grape and berry notes dancing in her mouth, only to have them met with spice and whiskey again. The glass fell to the ground, forgotten as Shiloh pulled Kaliyo closer. Buckles and clasps opened and fell away, armor and weapons littering the ship, Shiloh was amazed at how soft Kaliyo was, surprised at herself for the way her body was responding to her touch. Shiloh’s head was swimming, her senses and nerves on fire.

“You’ve got it bad agent, and you are wound way too tight. I made you a promise, to get you laid, and the way I figure it, we both need this, so just enjoy the ride, and don’t ask stupid questions.” Her slim white hand was buried in the hair at the back of her head, she grabbed a fistful and pulled Shiloh’s head back, exposing her powder blue neck, Kaliyo’s lips roamed her ears and neck, and Shiloh let go. A gasp escaped her lips as she surrendered to whiskey, sweat, spice and sensation.