A Guy Like You

[Scherezade deWinter]

She had rolled in the air so that she was facing upwards, her senses spreading around her via the Force. There were such a few things that could compare to the sensation of free falling such a height while knowing you were going to be perfectly safe. She spread her arms to the sides, and her fingers as well, letting the wind run through them as gravity caressed her. And then she looked at Gerwald, receiving his message loud and clear.

Come at me bro, she sent back to him with a giggle, and then added a kiss through the air before spinning around and aiming herself for the speeder that was a few feet beneath her. Not having slowed herself down in any way, she landed crouched with a fist into it, the mere force of that landing sending the speeder twisting and turning in the air. She jumped off of him as well and let him spin into a mass traffic accident as she let another laughter loose, and then on to the next vehicle.

This time her landing was softer, and she turned around to look at where Gerwald was. If he hadn't understood the game by now, she would have to slow it down so that he didn't end up accidentally killing himself.

But if he was fine... There was another beautiful drop behind her that she fulled intended to abuse.


[member="Gerwald Lechner"]

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

She landed, but Gerwald couldn't use it. He had to drop slightly further.

His feet hit the taxi just below, causing it to crash as well. He managed a leap before it was too late.

A thrilling howl escaped his lips as he leaped through the air. His hair was loose and flying behind his head. It was going to be full of tangles by the time they were done, but he didn't care. All Gerwald cared was that she had just challenged him. He would catch her, and when he did... there was going to be a back alley somewhere where he could enjoy the spoils of winning the game.... again. His mind flooded with memories of the last time he had won her little game. It had been quite rewarding for them both.

"You had best keep moving... because if I catch you... the wolf will not be so gentle..."

He had no idea why he had said it exactly like that, but Scherezade had a way of bringing out the wild nature which he had kept hidden for so long. His feet landed on the cab and he looked at her with hungry glint in his blue eyes. Gerwald licked his lips as he reached for her...

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Her own hair flew around her face as well, the ends whipping the skin of her cheeks and her arms. It stung, but it only added to her adrenaline. She continued to drop, pausing only a few times before finally settling on one very pished off driver, managing to balance herself atop of his head on one foot. The young Sithling made a mental note to reflect on this later because holy Force she did not know she could even do that!

Gerwald's message came loud and clear and she looked at him with an inviting look in her eyes. If the wolf doesn't hurry up, he'll be a rug on my ship's floor, she teased him back, and just as he was a moment away from grabbing her - jumped.

But this jump was not like the ones before; instead of going down, she had jumped backwards and then up, and grabbed the bottom of a speeder, hanging from it like little ewok. Grab something that's going North, she giggled into Gerwald's mind, we're going to the Uscru District!

And with that she let her hand go and fell down again, waving her arms around like a weird bird, laughing all the way.


[member="Gerwald Lechner"]

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

She was insane, and Gerwald was too for liking her, following her. Life was fun with Scherezade around, he had to admit that. He just hoped he would be able to show up on Coruscant again without getting arrested. What they were doing had to be illegal on so many levels. Even if it wasn't... someone wasn't going to be happy.

The guy Scherezade landed on hadn't been. In fact he looked about ready to reach for a blaster so before following the instructions he was given, Gerwald kicked the man in the face a tad to hard. The ship/speeder thing was whirling around, and Gerwald lost which was was north. He leaped onto whatever he could grab then tried to pull her scent. It was instinct. He'd lost it. Breathing deep, Ger searched for her through the force, and once he had her, he grinned.

"No way I end up a rug on your floor. I might pin you to a rug on your floor, though..."

Yes, he was referring to what anyone with half dirty mind would think he was referring to. Aside from the games they played, it was clearly their favorite activity when they were able to be together. Sure she was 500 years old, but she had been trapped for so long that her lust for life was nothing short of exciting. Gerwald was convinced it was going to be the death of him, but he was having too much fun.

He followed her. It was off to the Uscru District... wherever that was... and whatever it had to offer.

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Scherezade landed on another speeder, her knees bending ever so slightly to make sure she maintained her balance. She looked behind her, trying to locate Gerwald. She saw the kick an the accident and had been ready to jump off and make her way towards him before she realized he was fine. This game was fun, but she was not so inexperienced as to think it couldn't easily end with injuries or death if one wasn't careful enough. And come to think of it, she was never careful enough.

But darling, she sent back, I don't have any rugs.

She turned around, looking at the skyline. She didn't love Coruscant; it was a big city, mostly ugly, there was little place for personalization here. But the skyline was absolutely breathtaking. The open possibilities for more than one thing were endless. She not only understood, but comprehended why her family loved it so much. And why most of her family chose to raise their children elsewhere.

Scherezade jumped again. They were almost there. All they needed now was to get to one of the mid-levels that opened up into the district.

You're getting slow with age, she teased Gerwald, can you catch me on time? We're almost there.



[member="Gerwald Lechner"]

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

"Slow with age... you are technically older than me," he shot back playfully.

He had to catch her before they reached the district, and unfortunately for him, he did not know how close they were. In order to win he had to multitask. It was going to be a risky move at this point in his training, but if he could pull it off, it would impress Scherezade. At least that was Gerwald's hope.

The force was pushed to his legs, and he leaped, put also added speed to his movement. hoping from car to car until he finally was above the girl. He tried to time it just right, he had get ahead of he just enough... and then as she passed by, when she dropped....

Gerwald leaped to catch her. His arms were outstretched hoping he had timed it right. If he didn't one or both of them was going to die, but this was the game [member="Scherezade deWinter"] had picked. It was reckless and dangerous, something they should not have been doing, but Gerwald was competitive. There were few challenges he walked away from, and fewer still that he did not seek to emerge victorious. His move was a desperate one... but if it paid off... he was taking his prize in the closest unoccupied alleyway.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

She knew Gerwalrd was moving, but she was focused now on getting her landing just right. Going down was always easier than going up, and if she timed it right, she'd be a mere three jumps away from the landing she wanted and that would place them right where they needed to be. And anyway, Gerwald was closing the distance, so her teasing had obviously worked. For the first time in her short life she decided to do the elegant thing - and not respond to his age comment. He'd pay for it later, anyway.

For one heart beat, she closed her senses off to her surroundings so that she could pin point all of it down to one jump. Time moved in slow motion. She could feel her muscles rippling beneath her skin, stretching out, aided by the Force. The speeder was close now, getting closer, almost there-

Scherezade yelped in surprise as she felt strong arms around her. Her gaze moved and she realized it was Gerwald. He had timed it right, of course. They were both on the speeder, and he was holding her.

Scherezade grinned. Her legs came up to wrap around him tightly, and she pushed her body backwards, sending them both down again. This time there was no aiming for other vehicles - this time it was a pure fall, and she laughed madly before moving the whipping hairs away from their faces, and kissed Gerwald with raw passion.

[member="Gerwald Lechner"]

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

He laughed as the Scherezade initiated the free fall. For a moment he allowed himself to get lost in the kiss, just long enough to not care, but also be able to pull them from their death. This kiss was going to be hard to top. Gerwald was quite certain that no one had done this before.

The force allowed him to slow their descent until their feet touched somewhere on one of the mid level platforms. Gerwald found the nearest wall and pinned Scherezade to it, kissing her again with the raw power of the beast that dwelt within him. He bit down on her lower lip as he pulled away, and bore his gaze into her eyes.

"That was an absolute thrill... but also the most insane thing you have done yet. You are going to be the death me."

His stare did not look away from her, nor did he care who was watching them. His world, in this moment was her, and only her.

"Did I land us anywhere near the place you wanted to go?"

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

She so wanted to resist when he slowed them down. Wanted him not to do that so badly. But all it took was a glance to the bottomless pit of Corucant and she knew it'd be a bloody stupid thing to do.

And then she was pinned against the wall, her legs still wrapped round him, cuts and scrapes from the slamming into the speeders suddenly burning all over, but they could not compare to her yearning in that instant. When he bit her lower lip she moaned deeply, her gaze never wavering from his.

You are going to be the death me.

She grinned at that, and nodded enthusiastically. It sounded like a good idea, mostly because it gave her direct control over how long he was not going to dead, and as long as she had a say in the matter, it meant that this was going to be a very, very long time, that they could fill with doing all sorts of things, and in between, doing each other.

He asked if they'd landed us where they wanted to go. Scherezade let her head rest against the wall and looked around a moment.

"It's a five minute walk in that direction," she nodded.

Slowly, and very much against her will, she lowered her legs and stood up on her own. Her hair was a mess, jumping in a tide of knots into every direction. Her hands tried to tame it down for a moment, but it just kept bouncing back up, so she let it go.

She leaned her head against Gerwald and inhaled him deeply as her fingers entwined in his.

"Guess we should start walking."


[member="Gerwald Lechner"]

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

Gerwald caught his breath as the damage from their game finally registered in his mind. He was going to be sore for a couple days or more. His body had been used in ways he wasn’t used to, in his human form at least. Perhaps the soreness would las longer had he not been used to changing. He could only imagine what it meant for Scherezade.

He reluctantly let her down.

There was a combustible passion between them that was not hard to trigger, but difficult to quench. They enjoyed each other too much to care about things like public displays, especially when surrounded by strangers. She was his tour guide however, and she needed to be free to lead them where they were going.

Gerwald sighed as he stepped aside for her, though his hand clapped her backside as she moved ahead of him.

”Lead on... oh and what’s at this place you’re leading us off to?”

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

"It' called the Uscru Entertainment District," Scherezade replied, relishing on the feel of Gerwald's hand on her lower back, "it's got clubs, olofilms, parties, gambling dens, and pretty much any form of entertainment that you can think of."

She had a tiny bit of research on Stewjon on her trip back to Ryloth. There was much that she didn't know, but what she wanted to show Gerwald, at least for the first few trips that she was planning for the both of them, was something that was different from his home. More similar planets would follow later, of course, but she wanted to be there and see his facial expressions when he saw first things for the first time, especially when those things made him smile.

With no idea what he would turn out to like or not, she had guessed that both Coruscant and specifically this district would be a nice place to start. If he liked it, there would be a plethora of things to do. If not, they were close enough to other parts of Coruscant to make a quick detour. There were museums, places to eat, gigantic building offices to see, and more.

The only bit she was completely sure about was that she wanted to take him to Monument Plaza. The plaza itself wasn't interesting; what was interesting was that the location included the only piece of actual land on this planet - a single mountain peak.

Scherezade and Gerwald, almost clinging to each other physically, walked through two streets and took a turn.

The sights of the district were now visible - the colors, the sounds, the noise. All of it, in all of its glory.

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Scherezade turned her gaze to Gerwald.


[member="Gerwald Lechner"]

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

Pretty much everything Scherezade listed was something he didn’t have on Stewjon, or Ryloth. His travels to this point had included missions and while many of his companions spoke of these things, he had no clue what they were. He supposed that was about to change. The lights and noises had been what drew his attention away from how wrapped up he’d been with the sithling. Their bodies were still practically one as they moved toward the entertainment district, but Gerwald was clearly in awe.

The smells, they were strong. Sweat and pheromones from the bodies mashed together in the place assaulted his nose. A sleeve went to his nose at first. He had to get used to it.

”The smell... how do you...” Gerwald stopped himself. He wasn’t human. There was no way she smelled what he did.

His eyes caught sight of the gambling dens. They seemed to be headed toward everything the district had to offer. Gambling likely wasn’t wise. Neither of them had much, and even Stewjon had their own pitfalls. It might not have been as modern, but human nature... reallybthe nature of any creature... to win was easily exploited.

The music coming from the clubs drew him in. Gerwald pointed to one that looked like it had a sigh of a topless Twi’lek. That wasn’t a place to check out. He had no idea where to start.

”I don’t even know where to start here... it’s... a lot...”

It was certainly new. New was good. Gerwald wanted to see what the galaxy had beyond Stewjon.

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Her eyes remained laser focused on him, her mouth stretching into a big smile. He was in awe. That was good. That meant he didn't absolutely hate it. Sure, the smell was a problem, but he was slowly getting used to that. There were places in the 'verse that were less crowded, but actually stank. The populace of this part of Coruscant had the basic decency of mostly being freshly showered and knowing how deodorant worked. The rest was mostly a matter of adjustment.

She nodded to his last question.

"I had a similar reaction when I came here first," she said, "even though I knew what it'd look like."

She led them, walking slowly forward. She'd seen him point at the stripper club earlier, and for a moment considered if they really wanted to take that direction. She didn't have any actual issues with places like that, and she didn't think it'd be awkward to go there with other people, but... But she decided against it. She didn't want to find out what her response would be if Gerwald reacted too positively to the dancers. That was something that could be explored another time. In a safer environment, like her aunt's Red Lady, where there's be enough guards to take him to a private room and then shoot him if she decided she didn't like him staring.

"My sense of smell isn't as good as yours," she said, referring to his earlier question, "but there was no smell in the Darkness. When I came out, everything smelled too harshly, too strongly. Even Ryloth was horrible on my nose those first few days. Sometimes the first hit of smell is enough to make me decide whether or not I like a new planet."

Scherezade leaned her head against his shoulder as they continued to walk, taking in the sights. She supposed they had holomovies on Stewjon, so the experience of seeing it in a holotheater would probably by tiny compared to other things they could see or do.

"What about that place?" she asked, pointing at an entrance to a bar, "they got some games like snooker and darts, and some snacks. It could be a gentle entrance into what this area has to offer. Or we can sneak into the opera house."


[member="Gerwald Lechner"]

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

"Yeah, it is definitely overwhelming at first," he said still taking it all in.

He was glad that Scherezade had suggestions of where to begin, because he had no idea what or where to go. Besides, he was pretty sure going to a club full of naked Twi'leks was not the reason why she had brought him to the entertainment district.

The pub was a great choice.

"Alcohol! Now that is something I can handle."

They had not had anything to drink together, now that Gerwald recalled. He was a heavyweight and a champ at holding his booze. Katrine had not been. She had passed out in his arms, and while he was tipsy, he still managed to get her back to his mother's house. Scherezade had better not been thinking about challenging him to any kind of drinking game, because he would drink her under the table. He smirked as they walked into the bar. This he knew what to do with.

Looking at the bartender he motioned to the tap. There was one thing one always did at a new place. They tried the house ale. At least that's how it worked on Stewjon. Even if it was bad, it was usually always drinkable.

"Two of what you have on tap, and open a tab."

Ger looked to Scherezade and just smiled as the mug was handed to him, and one for her. A healthy gulp was taken as he wondered off to a booth and pulled the woman to follow him. Gerwald was going to enjoy this. They both could use a good round of drinking and games. The viking like nature would be strong in him tonight, especially after his fourth ale.

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Alcohol? Scherezade blinked. It had not been on the list of things she'd suggested. Not that she had anything against it, it was just... She had actually never had any of it before. She'd been twice at bars before today, once to try to learn how to dance in public (it had failed), and another time with Katrine, to meet some very nice guy who turned out to be a Mandalorian. She had refused alcohol on both of these occasions, and now she was here, with Gerwald, and suddenly she wasn't the one in charge or someone who was team working, but someone who was being led.

It was a very weird feeling. But with Gerwald, she realized she kinda liked it.

At the booth, she found herself sitting next to him rather than across, and the motion felt more natural than anything in the 'verse. She almost snuggled closely again, but then decided against it. They were here to... To drink. The snuggling would come later. Her hair was still sticking and poking out in all directions, and Scherezade giggled when she realized Gerwald's was as well. Considering the wounds sustained from their little free falling adventure, she uessed they looked like two very content hobos.

"What's in my... Glass? Mug?" she asked, poking her finger into the foam, "I've never had alcohol before."

She moved her hair back and got close to take a sniff at the liquid, her face shrinking into itself almost immediately. "Does it always smell so... Yeasty?"


[member="Gerwald Lechner"]

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

"That is ale... and yes, it always smells like that..."

It dawned on Gerwald that she had never had ale before. This had to change. She had already picked up the mug, and the dark amber liquid was still frothing at the top. It had a good smell to it, and hearty flavor. It was a good house ale, one of the best Gerwald had ever had actually.

"Drink... you have to try it if you want to take me on more tours... and more importantly... if you want to know what life on Stewjon is like..."

His comment was a cheap shot, but he figured it would motivate her. He smiled as he took another drink and motioned for her to follow suit.

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Yes, that was a cheap shot. The problem with cheap shots was, that they often worked. Scherezde stuck her tongue out to Gerwald before returning her attention to the mug of ale. It reeked. The foam did not look inviting. She stared deep into the amber liquid and she could swear that the amber liquid stared back at her.

Scherezade pinched her nose tightly and took a great big gulp.

And almost spit it out. She let go of her nose and breathed hard, her eyes wide in momentary panic. The drink went down into her stomach, and she could feel the heat spreading around everywhere the fluid had gotten to.

"What..." she wanted to speak, but the very smell of the drink had turned into the smell of her breath.

She looked at Gerwald again. He was so enjoying this. And the drink. How could that... That...

With a sigh, Scherezade took another gulp, this time without pinching her nose. her reaction was the same as earlier, and now she thought for a split of a moment that her head went woozy.

"This is what you drink on Stewjon?" she asked and took another gulp, tears almost coming to her eyes, "for fun? On the regular? Because they kill you if you don't?"

The young Sithling readied herself for another gulp.

[member="Gerwald Lechner"]

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

"Rule number 1... always try the house ale..."

Gerwald laughed enjoying this immensely. If anything was payback for the heart attack she had given him earlier, this was it. Gerwald finished his ale in another gulp, and demanded another. He was loud. It drew attention to their table, but it was the Gerwald Lechner, warrior of Stewjon who ruled the pub.

"Rule number 2... stick with the mead. It's honey wine. You will like it better."

So he had gotten her to try the ale. She didn't like it, but it was time to teach her how to drink. If she wanted to be his equal on Stewjon, then this was the way to learn. His world was nothing like the one she belonged to, and that was only more obvious by the way he behaved with a mug full of ale in his hand. His brows waggled as he looked at her with longing eyes. He intended on getting piss drunk if she didn't stop him. It would be a night to remember, and one that he likely would not.

"Rule number 3... never try to out drink Gerwald Lechner..."

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

"There are rules?!" the young Sithling replied with shock, and then realized she couldn't ask him another question that included a very, very dirty word, because she was doing her best not to burp loudly in front of him. Where had that instinct come from? She couldn't remember trying not to burp in front of people before.

Pushing the mug away, she inhaled deeply, going over the rules in her head. Always try the house ale, stick to the mead, and never-

Her head turned sharply to look at him.

Sure, she had never had alcohol before. Sure sure, she had never been intoxicated before. Sure sure sure, she didn't even know what the effects of this would be on her body. But more sure of all - Scherezade deWinter could not deny a challenge. Especially not one like this.

"Kark you," she said in a loving voice, and downed the entire mug of mead in under sixty seconds.

She slammed the mug on the table and leaned forward, doing her best not to let the mead rise back up. He was right though; the mead was less worse than the ale, even though it too reminded her of rancor's piss. Not that she knew what rancor piss was, but in her imagination, it wasn't too far from this.

"I win, yes?"


[member="Gerwald Lechner"]

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

Gerwald laughed. She was already cursing at him for laying down a challenge. Laying out a glass of mead in about a minute was impressive, but Gerwald smiled and shook his head. He leaned toward her...

"The last one on their feet is the winner, love... by out drink I mean don't try and drink me under the table... it won't happen."

He grabbed his mead and knocked it back like it was water. His head was going to be throbbing later, but this game was fun. Scherezade was going to find herself unable to compete with this game, and that meant Gerwald was carting her drunk ass back to her ship when this was all over. He didn't care though. She had wanted to show him something new, but now it was him introducing her to something she had never experienced before. There were a lot firsts between them, and there seemed to be no sign that would be stopping any time soon.

"You gonna try... or not..."

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]