Chemical Equation

[Kuzo]

"You were, but I can fix it," she said, dismissing any potential concern as she pushing up on her toes to meet him.

She smiled against his lips, a certain knowing curl. Both hunger and amusement because it wasn't often he tethered himself when it came to that and it always put her in a particular framework when he did. Kissing him back, her fingertips rested lightly on his wrists, circling them for a moment before withdrawing, the smile never fully leaving her face as she pulled back with a knowing glance.

A moment later, shifted up beside the other table, Irajah's eyes flicked over the man's unconscious features, nodding a little absently- it was one of the few things that truly could distract her from him, tasks like these. Her work.

"Mmm, you are welcome any time, love," she said with a chuckle. "Hmm before you start let me address the actual problem before the whole thing is moot anyway. I don't think he'd survive what you can do in this state."

Having established that she could have done this job the way she'd been experimenting with, Irajah fell back on the simpler, easier, and quiet frankly, faster method of relieving the slowly building pressure from the bleed. As that dripped, she casually snipped the eye out, leaving the nerves behind intact for now. If she was going to replace the eye anyway there was no reason not to. A temporary patch until she could settle the implant. She eyed the orb in her hand for a moment, debating if it was worth adding to the next shipment to Maena, then shrugged and dropped it into a jar. She'd remove the other and give them to Kresh and Krait later.

"Alright," she said critically, checking off each mark on a mental list too long to put to flimsy, "All yours love."

[member="Jairus Starvald"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Irajah Ven"]

It was strange how easily they settled into this comfortable rhythm.

When they were together they were almost never without a touch, a kiss, an embrace or at least words that (at least to them) were kind and affectionate. It seemed just natural and it did not matter where they were or what they were doing. It could be cooking or killing or... experimenting and the dynamic stayed the same. Sometimes played up a touch here or there for the effect it had on their targets.

But the foundations were always easy and desirable.

"Mmm, yes, I suppose you are right." He watched patiently as she worked and with renewed interest. Now that Jairus did not need to pay attention to the thug, now that he could simply enjoy her work?

It was far more interesting to him.

Every incision, every smooth slice and cut, the surety of her hands and eye. She knew exactly what she was doing and no hesitation was there. It was... attractive, that experience of her. The knowledge that she was a master of her trade and that Jai could learn a thing or two. Knowledge had always been something he searched for, hunted, it was one of the things they always had in common.

It was what allowed the bond to form in the first place.

Once more the fingers settled against the thug's face, this time slack and unmoving because of unconsciousness. But that was okay... he would be awake soon enough once Jairus started working.

"Maybe you could teach me a thing or two..." The Sith Lord said with a soft smirk, before his eyes closed and they disappeared into the final mind of the day.

This time? They would take their time with it and enjoy it.