A Doctor Walks Into a Bar

[John Ash]

On the computer screen was various pages involving salvage yards and workshops. Some of them where for sale and some just information on services offered as well as rough market values. The planets they were on ranged across the galaxy around the Mara Corridor hyperlane, but Nar Shaddaa seemed to be the most common place. As [member="Rashae"] came up behind him to look at it, he glanced at her before looking back to his stuff. She then asked him what he was looking at while it was still pulled up on the screen. She was being much more friendly than she before. Perhaps the wine, pill, and nap did her some good.

" I am looking at salvage yards and workshops. Thinking of investing in a business or starting one." John replied back. There was no real need for him to hide what he was doing after all. It wasn't like he was about to start up some criminal organization or start to launder credits through real estate.

The conversation then shifted over to food. He was feeling kind of hungry himself and he hadn't had a chance to restock the fresher foodstuff. He watched her decide to sit on top of his deck portion of his computer area. This meant she was sitting down in barely fitting onto her clothing right in front of him. Did she have no modesty or just didn't realize how poorly the clothes she stole from his dresser were fitting? Either way, the ding from the dryer went off and signaled that her regular clothes were ready. He pushed his chair out and stood up. He turned his gaze to her and said, " I haven't restocked yet, so the foodstuff is lacking. I'll go get something from the city and bring it back. Let me know what you might want. Your clothes are clean now so I'd suggest changing into them after I leave. You can use the computer while I'm out."

 

[Rashae]

Her eyebrows arched even further up towards her hairline when he mentioned going into business. “Father said that Salvage can be very profitable, especially in technology parts.” She said in an offhand manner. The Lovous Noble family on Alderaan held small technology business and her brothers worked for the Capital Government. Appearances and prestige was everything to them.

The ding didnt register on her. It was something to do with the house. She inclined her head of his decision to go out and get food. “Oh. Fantastic. What shall I tell the chef droid to cook. Where are the droids anyway?” She asked looking around. She had made no move towards the clothes cleaning unit. She never dealt with that before and she wouldn't recognize one if it was right in her face.

“Oh. Can you get me a brush and comb. And there is this conditioner that I need .. my ends are absolutely dreadful. I would make my own but I don't have all the ingredients. Wait. Let me make a list. “ She retrieved her datapad and her fingers danced over it as she made a succinct and straight forward list ready to send to his datapad. As she moved the folded over bottoms would slide down and just stop right at the apex of her hips. By her expression, no she was not paying attention to how low the bottoms were getting. The list included items to refill her medkit.

Though he offered the computer, she wasnt sure what she would look up. Maybe the lastest fashion or what colors this season would boast. “Where is that cleaning droid. I swear the thing must need an overhaul. I would be happy to change if I had my clothes ready. “ She said it in a matter of fact way as if it was completely normal. She moved over to John as she looked at his hair and skin. “You know you could use a bit of moisturizer and conditioner yourself. “ This was said with the most straight and serious face one could have with light ice blue eyes looking right up into his own. Though the ice was softened and well maybe a tad warm.

 

[John Ash]

This woman seemed to not grasp her situation at all. She was asking John to pick up sundries for her as well as having no clue what a dryer was. How did this woman make it through life? Was she some kind of sheltered child growing up who somehow never managed to hit that stage of self sufficiency? He was going to have to babysit this woman it seemed. If she was going to stay here longer though, there was going to need to be some ground rules laid or he might end up going on a rampage through these people threatening her just so he could get out of the house.

" There are no droids. You will have to do it all yourself. The dryer is that machine right there." John said as he pointed to the dryer. " If you need a brush, I don't have one. If you need a comb I have one, but it designed for men. You are welcome to use it, but it is all I have on hand. If you change clothes or just run around naked is up to you, but I suggest you do change your clothes. What you are wearing right now is about to fall off your body. I wouldn't mind seeing you naked again. You probably feel different."

John just looked to her to hear what [member="Rashae"] had to say in response to him. He was completely honest with her just then, and it wouldn't be too hard to tell he was. He was viewing this less and less like a job with every passing moment. This woman was turning more into a house guest than a client for him. It was not like he was being paid or on an actual job anyways. It might just help things on calming the woman down further as well if he stopped treating her like a client. People rarely liked being watched like a hawk and trapped inside of a place, even if it was for their own good. It seemed this was especially true for this woman as it had triggered her condition already. So he just sat there waiting as his eyes kept finding themselves drifting from her face to a certain feminine trait of hers barely contained by his shirt.

 

[Rashae]

She started to protest about the lack of a brush and good comb. Her hair was very long and it was already going to be a bear to brush out as it was. She would deal with the dryer herself but she had to have a brush, comb and the conditioner or a good hair oil even. The Doctor would not give in on that.

“Look I understand. I have to have a brush. This hair will get impossible if I don't get a brush, good comb and conditioner. That I must have. “ As the raven haired woman started her rebuttal she then shook her head as she recalled the last bit. “You what?”

The last bit sunk in as it dawned on her that he didnt look at her as a piece of equipment that did something useful. Not someone that was attractive, not since... Him. She didn't dare think of his name, the one who betrayed her left her to suffer for his crime. “You think I'm pretty?" She asked in a quiet voice. Those eyes narrowed to see if it was some trick. That part of her that she had shut down for a year and a half or more was stirring. It wasn't as if John was not unattractive. Quite the opposite. The knowledge that a man was looking at her as a woman was waking that part of her.

Did she want that part awakened? There was a distinct part of her said no. That part was growing smaller. It fanned a dieing flame of fear that this was scary and you get hurt. The other parts of her had her feet bring her slowly right in front of him despite that one little side of her yelling at her to not do it. The icy blue eyes appeared more like wisps of hot blue flames instead of ice as they bored into his own eyes. Was this some kind of trick? “You find me attractive?” That was accompanied as a delicate arch of a well sculpted brow. She asked this as she stood right in front of him as his smell and his presence was beginning to be very male to her.

That was a dangerous combination. Those careful walls she crafted to keep this from happening was coming down and it frightened her more than a little. He would be as dangerous as poison itself and she felt vulnerable. She didn't like this feeling. How did he do that with just a look?

[member="John Ash"]

 

[John Ash]

The woman began to react about how John expected. She was complaining about the lack of a brush and proper comb. She also complained about the need for a conditioner. No real surprise there from how she had been acting up until now. This [member="Rashae"] was the type of woman that needed a lot of work. If she was a girlfriend then she would be the kind that needed a good job and time for. The sort of girl that would naturally find herself around a wealthy guy or high society sort. He had worked for those types before and see her type with them. It was always her type with them, even though she seemed less interested in credits and authority than they did. It was a little odd how little it seemed to cross her mind, unlike the aurodium diggers that clung to his more well off clients.

Then things got strange. She suddenly whispered if he thought she was pretty. The answer would be obvious if the woman looked into a mirror. She was, and that was not up for debate. Then she looked at him in an odd way. It was as if she was trying to figure out if he had some motive to lie to her. He hadn't and his face showed it, but she still seemed to be searching for any hint of dishonesty in him. Then she was in front of his face again and asking him the same question as before, only saying attractive this time instead. Her gaze was not the icy blue he had gotten several times since they met, but rather was alive with some kind of inner flame. It was a near reversal of her attitude towards him from before. It was as if she was actually noticing him for the first time, and he was beginning to wonder if he wasn't doing the same to her.

" I do. Pretty, attractive, beautiful. All the words that mean the same thing. There is nothing else but those words I would call you." John replied back in a near matter of fact way. He would be lying to say he wasn't tempted to just pull her into his chair right now. The way those eyes were looking at him and the closeness of her flawless skin. It was as if the woman was begging to be taken, to be reminded that she was a woman. He might have done it too if not for all of the horrible things she had hinted at having happened to her and the fact some strangers were chasing her.....Then he found his arms wrapping around her waist. He was pulling her into him, but he wasn't meeting her lips with his own. Not yet.

 

[Rashae]

Rashae found her ability to breath a little difficult. Her heart started pounding as he spoke. John's voice both strong and not invasive. A baritone timbre that caressed her ear in a way that drew her in. For a second or two she thought to draw back as it was getting dangerously close to a line that she wasn't sure she was ready? Other parts of her was screaming such readiness but fear was a strong deterrent.

That was till he had his arms around her and had her up against him proper. There was a shaky gasp as she looked up. Palms were against his chest as her nubile form was right up against his rigid muscular wall of a body. There was a hair's breath between their lips as her heart pounded against her chest and in the hollow of her throat. The moment hung there for what seemed like several minutes, hours maybe as if the barest film of the wall that was left shimmered there in a last ditch effort to keep her in her self imposed abstinence.

Nature was far stronger than anyone gave credit for it. Those strong arms around her had Rashae feeling safe and secure. That was probably one of the things she didnt have a lot of as the last couple of years all her safety and security, everything she knew was ripped out from under her leaving her with no foundation and not trusting any of her senses. This was real and right in front of her. Her hips shifted slightly side to side as she unconsciously curled into his body. Those fingers curled into his t-shirt, gripping it within her hands as if holding onto something she hadn't had in so long. That 'something' in itself was a mixed bag. That grip pulled down on the shirt to bridge the gap of the hair's breath ever so slightly. Just as gently her lips touched his in the most delicate of ways as if putting a toe in strange waters.


[member="John Ash"]

 

[John Ash]

The feeling of warmth coming off of her body, her feminine smell, and the sensation of her pressing against him. It was all working together to try to overwhelm John with a more primal instinct than learned logic. The desire to tear his clothes off of her, off of himself, so that bare skin could meet with bare skin. He wanted to give in to his carnal needs and get a release from his stress that he had not had in some time. He wanted to just release all control over himself that he normally held in place and experience the moment to it's fullest. He wanted to be a man while [member="Rashae"] was being a woman. That light touching of the lips, as if the line of what made a kiss was grayer than it was, only spurred on that part of him that wanted to ravage her utterly. That was all he wanted, could ever want right now....

But that was not what John could do. She deserved better than a moments escape while dealing with her troubles. His doubts in her story were gone by this point. He couldn't believe she was lying after what he had seen of her in the hours since they met. She was troubled. She had a deep kind of problem that effected her in ways neither of them could expect. She was black listed by her former employer for an act she hadn't committed. She was being chased by people and hounded for a formula she didn't have. She was unable to find any of the help she needed and it had something to do with a colleague of some kind. She had only hinted at it, but he suspected they were more than co-workers. The likelihood of this situation happening to her was only possible if he was a lover. If he was right, then that meant she had been betrayed completely.

John slide his hands across her back to her sides. Her flawless skin warm and seductive to touch. Instinctively his fingers just massaged her tender figure, so it took some effort to get them to slide further up to her shoulders. As all of this happened, he found himself pushing into her lips. That imaginary line was now crossed and there was no doubt about the supple softness. He started to tease at exploring past her lips as his hands gently firmed to get some room between them. He continued to tease more and more, but in a moment it was finally broken as enough room was made to separate her lips from his own. He hated himself right now. He hated himself for denying that primal urge that had nearly gained full control of him, but it was for the best he stopped here. Not because it felt wrong. Not because he sincerely didn't want it. No, it was because she needed deserve to be treated as an object to sate his needs.

" Sorry...." John said breathlessly as his fingers massaged her shoulders unconsciously. " I shouldn't be taking advantage of you."

 

[Rashae]

The more his lips stayed in contact the more she wanted. This was completely different from the time before with the scientist that betrayed her. This was more primal, passion, more everything. It could be fueled from the amount of time, but the raw strength and presence of John was very different. Her lips moved with his in concert as a soft little exhale would encourage more.

He pushed back. It was gentle and his hands massaged her shoulders, but he pushed her back. He didn't want to take advantage of her? She was difficult to figure out, that she would admit. She straightened up as she looked back to him with a heated expression.

“Advantage? “ She began softly with that velvet voice. “I haven't felt like that in a very long time. “ Her eyebrow arched as she looked him up and down in a direct manner. The wickedly intelligent woman smiled as the corner of her mouth upturned as she turned from him. “We are going to be here for a few days, John. I don't think either of us can last that long.“ The stark reminder that this kind of tension would just boil over somewhere, somehow.

It was at that moment she started to slowly take her top off revealing a lovely sculpted back. Rashae was not in any mood to stop. Every synapse in her screamed she needed this more than anything. John was a good man, too. She slipped out of his bottoms as she walked towards the bed, then there was a stop as she looked over her shoulder at him.

“You going to just stand there?” She fired back with the challenge as she crawled onto the bed.

[member="John Ash"]

 

[John Ash]

John was met with a heated expression in response to his pushing her away. He expected it. He deserved it. He had taken advantage of her, even if briefly, enough as it was. But then she did something he didn't expect. She spoke to him but not in a heated manner. She seemed nearly clam. No not calm. She was aggressive. She was looking him over like she was appraising him. She even smiled at him before she turned around. Then those words after that. That reminder that they were stuck together for a few days and how neither of us can last. She admitted she wanted him the way he was wanting her before. He had to be imagining things though. That was just him hearing what a part of his craved to hear coming from her. A justification for him to let loose. A reason his rational to not indulge in pleasure was wrong. No, no this was all just something he was imagining from an overload of carnal desire.

Then [member="Rashae"] began to strip. Not the quick kind of stripping that one did when they were changing clothes or going to the shower. No this was the slow kind meant to show off her body. The kind meant to tempt and seduce. It started with her top to reveal that lovely back and hint at the wonders just outside of view. Just as that was done, she moved onto her bottoms. His bottoms. Her firm, shapely behind was in full view for him now as she continued on her way to his bed. It was the kind of rear that could only be described as perfect, especially for those that preferred behinds to breasts. She was fully bare before him with nothing to hide her feminine charms. She was in the most tempting state she could be in right now, so of course she made the final blow to the last of his resolve. She invited him into his own bed.

It was more than John could handle. That instinct he had barely managed to control before had completely taken over. Every reasoning he could find to avoid giving into the moment had been made moot by her words and actions. She wanted this. He wanted this. It was going to happen. There was no stopping it anymore. So John got out of his chair and began to walk over to the bed to join her. Clothes being stripped off as he moved towards her. The restraints of civil society gone by the time he reached his bed with her fair figure waiting for him. He crawled in over her, leaning down to capture the lips he had so reluctantly left before. His passion renewed and made stronger in his primal needs. His hands found their way to her body, seeking to touch her feminine aspects......fade to black.

 

[Rashae]

Rashae had crawled into the bed with the hope that he would actually budge with whatever moral imperative he was going for. Despite the gruff uncaring outside demeanor, she was seeing the caring man. It was refreshing. Not that she was ready to give her heart to the man, but at least in these moments, maybe even these days, a bit of respite could be acquired before all hell broke loose again.

The challenge and invitation hung there for several moments as the man stared at her bare form. Rashae curled into the sheet ever so slightly as those legs slid along the other leg in a sinuous manner. She smiled as John efficiently walked and stripped at the same time. Her heart thudded hard as his lips reconnected with her own, only this time it was insistent and purposeful. She never been with a man like John. He was very fit, muscular and firm. He expertly moved his mass of muscle over her body and deposited it as they curled into each other. The fire that ignited on that bed could not be put out for quite some time.

She allowed herself to let go and release to the man the woman in her. This occurred several times, something that also was very different. She was pleasantly surprised that John only needed a bit of rest before diving deep again. Rashae wasn't a Doctor at the moment, for those days. She was just a woman. That woman was being well taken care of... fade to black.