And Justice for.... Me

[James Justice]

Location: Coruscant
Time: morning

James felt the morning pulling him from his dream world. He smiled, his half-dazed state remembering the night's adventures. His eyes flitted open, looking at the dynamic redhead who laid in bed with him. He couldnt help but smile softly as he ran his fingers through her vibrant hair. He had never met a woman like this before--and he had met more than he could remember.

Kissing her neck softly he quietly rose from the bed and shuffled into the kitchenette, losely donning his robe. He began brewing a pot of caf and grabbed a bottle of ale from the counter. Taking a swig, he looked out the transperasteel window. The city that was the center of the galaxy--controlled by domaneering sith. He was here to make a difference. That's why he and she were here. He smiled softly thinking about Sasha. He hadn't known her very long but the woman was already making an impression on him. A deep impression. That said a lot. How many women had passed through is bed and he couldn't even remember they existed? Too many. Only one other woman had impressed him this much this quickly.

James shook his head, pushing the thought out of his mind. He moved his mostly-bare body back into the bedroom. He needed a smoke.

[member="Sasha Voss"]

 

[Alleycat]

Gods how she hated the morning after. Part of her body felt, well quite sated yet still greedily craving the activities of the night before even more so from the man in the bed beside her. The other though felt like death warmed over. Partying hardy was a bittersweet venture at best. There was no other way of seeing it. The pair had celebrated like all the other partying fools; drinking, dancing, partaking in other vices to enhance the evening. The pure Andris Sasha had scored in the fresher of the undercity nightclub had put her over the top. The powdery white crystalized drug had cost her a pretty credit, but oh so worth it. And, of course [member="James Justice"]'s pheromones the half-Zeltron scoundrel had tantalized her with all night, every night since they'd been together. But it was the man behind them that counted the most. He sure knew how to make the Dark Jedi's passionate side come alive, and make the fiery redhead think in broader terms. Commitment wasn't her forte. There was something about the gentleman scoundrel that called to her though… in other words it wasn't all physical. She might give them a chance and see where it went. So far it was working out both on a personal scale and professional. The latter was why they were on Coruscant right now in fact.

The warmth of her lover's lips pressing a soft kiss to the cool skin of her bare shoulder brought Sasha out of a healing trance. That was one thing the Jedi had taught her that she used quite frequently. It was how the redhead was able to function at the top of her game after a night to remember; the damage of the over-boozing and drugs lessoned or at least kept at bay. The intervention [member="Jaron Lesan"] had done with her only lasted a short time… but the special time spent with him bonding in the darkness was pushed deep for another day to ponder upon. That part of her life still needed closure, but not today.

Sasha rolled over and watched with blue eyes barely open as James left the comfort of their shared bed to walk into the kitchette area to make a pot of caf no doubt. She grabbed her datapad from the nightstand and logged in to see how her planted virus was working. The slicer had initiated the GoFundMe virus into the Intergalactic Monetary Fund's network the day before after carefully manipulating the chairman of the IMF into giving her the codes to get past the highly encrypted firewalls of the banking system. Sasha had her ways and it had worked like a charm. The man was putty in her hands. Ewww that literal thought made her squirm. And no, she didn't have to actually touch him. Some mind persuasion and a little rub afterwards did the trick, and Sash was in like flynn. That very short stint with the Techno Union had been well worth it to upgrade her slicing skill. The Dark Jedi was not one to waste an opportunity or worry about making the best of it either.

The virus was designed to skim small amounts from the bank accounts of millions. In theory with the negligible amounts taken out it could be possible to accrue 200,000 credits a week, without compound interest. In all it could come to a minimum of 15 billion credits a year. And the way to make sure they weren't caught was to split it all up in thousands of accounts across the galaxy, and investments in hundreds of companies. Of course Sasha would take her cut, after all this was business, but the rest would be given to Captain Justice to help his causes; a taking from the rich and give to the poor if you will.

A very pleased smile graced Sasha's sensual lips as the man strolled back into the bedroom, then she moved over to the edge of the bed to greet him.

"Cha-ching!" the fiery redhead exclaimed rather proudly of her idea coming full circle, then she reached for the ties on his robe with a mischievous look dancing about her commanding blue gaze.

"My business is finished here, but not with you… "

 

[James Justice]

James smiled, genuinely pleased that his lover was awake. He took a moment to savor her sweet beauty. Her gorgeous vibrant blue eyes looked up at him, demanding his attention as much as requesting it. The crystalline clarity was laced with one intention, and he knew it wasn't an innocent one. He liked where this amazing woman was taking him, the affect she was having on him was intoxicating. He ran a gentle hand through her full, vibrant hair. The caf would wait--and in a rare moment he found something more pressing than his urge to corrode both of his livers and destroy his lungs. He leaned down and kissed a trail from her rich lips to her ear, his stubble brushing on her flawless skin.

"Good morning my, ruven alhaj," he whispered in his gravelly voice as fingers caressed her cheek.

He savored her scent. The woman smelt as beautifully as she looked and felt. It sent a tingle down his spine. She was exceptionally erotic, unlike any other he had ever had. He laid on her body, releasing himself into the Force-bond Sasha had made between them. His chaotic, wild soul reached out and caressed her dark, beautiful soul. The feeling sent a murmur of pleasure from his lips. He locked his fingers around hers, closing his eyes and wrapping a leg around hers. Her skin felt electric when he focused on their bond and released into it. The spacer nuzzled against her neck. His tongue carved a thick line along it. Her skin was a mixture of her perfume, her pheromones, and his own musk. It was a tantalizing mixture.

Finally opening his eyes he straddled her body and looked into the blue sapphires that were her eyes, "I am by far not done with ye either."

[member="Sasha Voss"]

 

[Alleycat]

The early morning turned into late as the two lingered in bed after ravishing each other in only the ways they could while mingling in the Force together. Sasha had been working with [member="James Justice"] to heighten his abilities to use Force meld with her, which also helped to deepen a growing Force bond between the two lovers. Something the Dark Jedi liked to use to her/their advantage especially during intimate sessions like this morning that had ended in the shower.

The fiery redhead dropped the towel that had been wrapped around her shapely form, then she slipped on her scantily clad underthings that were covered by a lightweight armorweave black bodysuit that fit like a glove and moved freely with every move Sash made. Knee-high leather boots were pulled on next, then a utility belt was attached around her slender waist where a blaster pistol holster slung low off her right hip. It was tied off on her long, toned thigh.

Looking up after doing so crystal blue eyes meet dark chocolate. The man had a cloud of smoke billowing about him and a cup of joe in his hand. She sauntered over to the gentleman scoundrel eyeing what was lit between his fingers on the other hand. It was a nasty habit of his that after a while got to you.

"You know those cigarettes are going to be the death of you," James' dark angel remarked dryly as she took the caf mug from him, then swallowed a nice sip of the steaming black liquid with a "mmmm" registering on her face. The tall redhead handed it back, then smiled.

"So what plans do you have now that my project here is finished? Were you able to line up any contracts while I was making ends meet for us?"

It wasn't a dig at the man who stood before her, who was a successful businessman in his own right, rather just an intuitive question. They hadn't quite figured out where this all was going just yet. Her recent work would bring a steady stream of sizable income into them so the "People's Criminal" could worry about other things more so than making credits to live on… though that was still important. Sasha did like to be pampered even though she'd deny it, well except in the bedroom where the Denon openly required it.

 

[James Justice]

"Its almost as fun watching ye get dressed as it is watching you undress," James said as he set the cup down and ran his hand along the back of her thigh, caressing her butt, and small of her back.

He pursed his cigarette between his lips as he began getting dressed, pulling on his boxers, tight-fitting leather pants, black tee shirt and leather jacket. The spacer began buckling his gunbelt across his waist as he spoke.

"Aye, they might be--one day. Ye realize I own a fleet of over a dozen ships right?" he asked with a twinkle in his eye, "If I disappear for a month--or a week, it won't hurt too much," he let out a wreath of smoke from his nose. He knew, like her, he couldn't sit still--and needed adventure. "A run, smuggling tech from Kuat to Soceras. The Hutt then a run to rescue a hold of slaves from the Hutts. Total gains: 12 million." He wrapped an arm around her and traced his fingers through her rich scarlet hair. He was enraptured with it, as he drank the seductress' presence in. Pressing his lips on hers, he gave her a rough passionate kiss before leading her to his Lost Angel.

He he initiated the lift sequence as he began to work into a bottle of classic Correllian Ale. Once the stars began to streak past the cockpit wildly, he grinned and made his way back to the living quarters, humming a tuneless song.

[member="Sasha Voss"]

 

[Alleycat]

Sasha was glad to be off of the capital of Sithdom. She hated every moment there, well except those in the arms and under the ministrations of [member="James Justice"]. The underworld couple sure had taken advantage of their time together while on the Core planet, but now it was time to move up and onward to bigger and better things. The Dark Angel's work was done, now to reap the benefits and use them accordingly.

While James got the ship into hyperspace, Sasha had got them resettled into the captain's cabin they were sharing on the Lost Angel. The call of the pure Andris from the night before left in the small vial that was tucked away in her lipstick container won out over Sash's better judgement. The fiery redhead couldn't help herself and prepared the addictive stimulant on the mirror of her compact in two small thin lines while standing in the open doorway of the fresher.

Pulling her long scarlet tresses off to the side, Sash leaned down and enjoyed the rush that came from her indulgence.

 

[James Justice]

James must have snuck up on Sasha. She was in the refresher, bent over. He could smell the faint scent of Andris. He had detected it on her a few other times before, he was hoping it was from others, but now he had almost pure confirmation it wasn't. He shrugged. As long as she had it under control that was ok.

He quietly crossed the deck to the refresher and wrapped his arms around her middle, pressing his body against hers. It hadn't been too long since their last session of intimacy, but James had an appetite that couldn't be satisfied--and he was sure she did too. He pulled her body back, letting his dark angel lean on his body. He took a deep breath of her intoxicating aroma, he wondered if the Andris she was addicted to was a part of the reason she smelt so alluring.

"Soceras," he growled softly in her ear, his fingers tracing lines on her firm stomach as if it were a map of the galaxy, "Is a small planet along the end of the Correllian run. Quite the interesting place and on it," his free arm wrapped around Sasha's waist, pressing her butt against his hips, "Is Dal'Bor, the pleasure city of Wild Space," He made a gentle bite at her ear, letting his teeth run along the length of her earlobe, "that place makes me think of ye for some reason, my dark angel."

His pheromones began to fill the room, his hot breath, smelling of sweet ale brushed on her flawless skin.

"How would ye like to be the Dark Angel of Dal'Bor?"

[member="Sasha Voss"]

 

[Alleycat]

By now Sasha's senses were running on total overdrive; her body highly sensitized and responsive to [member="James Justice"]'s advances; the drug and pheromone combination supercharging her system. Yes, they seemed to live from one sensual moment to the next, but in reality it's what kept each of them going, and sane to a degree as both had demons to keep at bay.

"Let me show you just how much I would like that," Sash replied in a sultry voice as she turned around in the gentleman scoundrel's embrace to do just that. When finished, James would know how pleased she truly was with the thought of it.

The fiery redhead gave into the wants and desires of the tall, dark, and handsome. They were Sasha's as well, always. The two drank deeply of the deep passion they shared and required; sometimes tittering on the darkest of edges, which in turn fueled the dark side of the Force in the young Dark Jedi. It only made her more powerful and dangerous. Sasha was good at using persuasion and manipulation to get what she wanted. The thought of having control over an entire city and having them pay homage to her made Justice's "dark angel" hot all the way to her core's being, and that was before he had anything to do with it.

As they laid together in a mess of sheets very sated for the moment on the bed in the captain's quarters aboard the Lost Angel, Sasha mused more in-depth about what James had said before getting distracted by the constant lust that seemed to arc between the underworld couple. His idea was intriguing and her thirst for more knowledge of it was demanding attention now.

"Soceras, hmm… Tell me more of the planet, and more so of this pleasure city you speak of, Dal'Bor, right? Do share with me your plans. How do you see this going down?"

 

[James Justice]

James hooked one of his legs around Sasha's keeping her close. He could still feel the afterglow of their intense pleasure across his body.

"Soceras," he began, drawing a playful line down her body, "be an almost worthless planet. Comes from the Old Correllian word for 'dichotomy.' Dal'Bor be called 'The City of Debauchery' by some. The Mecca of Hedonism," he chuckled, "been there more than a few times. It truly be worthy of the title," He reached behind her and grabbed a bottle of ale.

He popped the top and took a sip before handing it to his dark angel, "The city be run by crimelords. Petty kings of sin that be so focused on their own turf wars," he slowly ran a loving hand through her vibrant scarlet locks, "That we can waltz in and crush the competition. We could rule the City of Debauchery ourselves."

He took a moment to savor Sasha's crystalline, exquisite eyes before continuing. They were radiant, hungry, and he had little doubt would devour entire planets and still want more.

"One of these crimelords be a twe'lik named Farod Zamgee," James continued, "he be the one who always let me on-land. Run a few jobs for him; got him supplies, tied up a few lose ends, and ferried goods away for him. He owes me money. All we have to do to take his syndicate is pop," he flicked the cap for the ale bottle across the room, "and it be all ours."

[member="Sasha Voss"]