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Crime and Piracy

I am a son of the Mountain.
Marcellus had learned a long time ago to never barter. Among the Hutts, bargaining was considered a sign of weakness. Some even claimed if you had to barter then you weren't ready to make the deal. However in this instance he could not find a reason to stay with his instincts. Perhaps it was the stunning woman who was draped over his shoulder, or maybe just the fact he never kept a certain outlook for too long.

When the blade rose to his neck, Marcellus held up a hand that seemed to be a random gesture. However in the surrounding area several members of his gang had seen the move and were already advancing on the two. He didn't need the thugs of his gang to handle her. He pressed forward, allowing the blade to cut into his neck. His skin was thick and tough, far more resistant than regular human skin. That amused smirk never left his expression. “Be careful with that sweetheart, can get you hurt.

He paused to consider her adjustment to his offer, his eyes lingering on the woman as her lips barely brushed against his own. He closed the distance, pressing his lips into her own while drinking in the scent of the woman who was intertwined with him. His arms wrapped around her in a possessive manner, tight and full they kept her locked in place.

His eyes, even while closed, gave off a dark green hue that could be seen through his eyelids. The kiss was brief, as Marcellus broke it off to smile at the pirate. “Thirty. Once things are set up you'll have plenty of work.
 
She'd watched as the blade pushed against his skin , a grin pulling at her lips. Andrai amused at the fact that it meant she could play a little more roughly with him than she was used to. This prospect was turning out better than she had thought. The woman would shift her hand to run the blade along his jaw playfully this time. His words and then kiss forced a soft growl of enjoyment into the air between them.

Letting the blade fall to the ground as the kiss lingered, even though it'd been brief his taste was still there and his arms still held her against him and in place. The tip of her tongue coming out to taste him a little more.

"Plan to keep me close by for a while, do you, crime lord? Should I pretend to fight you off or let you kiss me again?"

Her voice was soft as their conversation needn't be heard by the rest of the men who'd been advancing on the two. Eyes sparkled as playfully as she'd used her blade against him. She'd never admit it but this was her favorite place at the moment. She loved adventure and danger, sure. But there was nothing like a man who seemed to be filled with all of it. The hand that had held the blade now coming to meet the other, draping it over his bare shoulder. Her body now pressed firmly to his, allowing no space between them.

[member="Marcellus Decker"]
 
I am a son of the Mountain.
A thin bead of blood slid down Marcellus' neck as he kissed the woman in front of him. She had a sweet taste that reminded him of honey and cinnamon. He drank it in until they parted from each other. When she spoke, she was met with a slight scoff, one born from overconfidence.

keep you close?” He asked, arching a brown before smirking down at her. “Still got some time before your crew gets back.” With no space between them, he pressed his lips to hers for only the briefest of moments. “Why don't we go to my ship? Let you… Relax.” Marcellus took the woman's hand, twirling her around as he pushed her towards the woodline where his own ship laid in waiting. The two would finish their evening there…
 
The sound of her ship returning pulling Andrai from the arms of her new partner in business and hopefully would-be lover. The romp they'd had had been passionate and filled with danger. She'd picked up her dagger on the way into Marcellus' ship and they'd put it to good use. She'd left a couple cuts along his form while he'd undoubtedly done the same. There were a few bruises along her bare arms and kept them visible as if they were medals of honor. She had come out wearing only her under shirt and leggings, fingers working to tighten the laces of the black corset she'd been wearing and the man had not so gently removed.

Andrai's gaze stayed locked on the ship, waiting until it landed before stepping off of Marcellus', looking over her shoulder to him.

"Remember. No games. Or I won't be so nice next time."

A sexy little wink would be given his way before her attentions moved toward her men as they came out without the merchandise and with their weapons this time, clearly expecting an attack. Andrai would raise her hand while walking towards them.

"Change of plan, boys. You can bring it out. Tonight we eat and you rest."

The worn out men didn't seem all that surprised as sleeping with someone was one of Andrai's regular habits-especially when in a sticky situation. However the woman felt this one may be a little different. Never before had she been able to play quite as hard as she had with him. Nor had she really let herself be taken hostage willingly.

[member="Marcellus Decker"]
 
I am a son of the Mountain.
A faint growl came from Marcellus as he drew his back into a tight stretch. His hands came over the top of his head, running through the mat of braids that was messily clumped together. He worked to unravel the messy mass with a rather interesting smirk on his face. It was not like he was not used to them being matted up, but this time they seemed even more so. Once the tangled mess was back into something manageable he looked to Andrai with an amused look in his eye. "I can still kill all of ya'll if I wanted." He admitted, shrugging his shoulders casually before making his way past her. He wore his pants and his boots had barely been laced, leaving his shirt back in the ship as he made his way to the gathering before them. His men had taken their blasters back up and were approaching the ship menacingly.

Marcellus let out a loud, almost savage, barking sound that echoed around through the clearing. It must have been something familiar to the members of his gang because each of them locked an eye on him, stepping back with a wary expression.

Green eyes peered at his men menacingly before his expression lightened and he smiled happily at the pirates. "Scary asses." He said, stepping out of the way for Andrai to speak to her own men.

While she spoke, he turned to his men and looked around with an arched brow. "The kark is Darow?" He asked, before one of his men gestured back up to the ship. "Cookin' boss." Marcellus glanced over to the ship they just left and snorted. "Hope he likes to hear screams while he cooks." He muttered, before looking to his men with a lazy rub of his head.

"Yo. Cut the goods, give the pirates their cut and then get the rest off world. Have Roa'k's team handle getting them back to Confederate space. We'll clean up here." They seemed confused by his orders but never the less they would follow them. He turned back to Andrai and looked to her expectantly. "There. You not dyin' today. You're welcome." He said, with a rather superior tone, before yawning and gesturing back to the ship the pirate used. "About time for an upgrade, ain't it?"
 
Andrai smirked at his words, a fierce shine flashing through her gaze when he said he could still kill her and her men. "Oh, dear crime lord, you are lucky you're great in the sack or I'd take that as an actual threat."

She'd roll her eyes at Marcellus' men while they stopped approaching her small crew. Her men looked confused as she spoke of a change of plans and then heard Marcellus bark out orders to his own boys.

"You heard 'em. I want you to take our cut and get what you can from it. Should be enough to get us what we need for all of us."

Andy's gaze would shift toward Marc as he spoke to her and scoffed at his tone.

"Careful or I'll let your men see how much you enjoy a woman on top. She's a good ship inside. Worn from travel and getaways, including your own job. But she runs and gets us where we need to go. Hard to work on 'er when I've got six men to boss around at the end of their wits."

She'd nod her head up toward the top of his head where he'd tied his barely managed braids that needed to be redone rather badly, hands coming to settle on each shapely hip. "What about you? Seems like you could use one too, don't it?"

[member="Marcellus Decker"]
 
Andrai smirked at his words, a fierce shine flashing through her gaze when he said he could still kill her and her men. "Oh, dear crime lord, you are lucky you're great in the sack or I'd take that as an actual threat."

She'd roll her eyes at Marcellus' men while they stopped approaching her small crew. Her men looked confused as she spoke of a change of plans and then heard Marcellus bark out orders to his own boys.

"You heard 'em. I want you to take our cut and get what you can from it. Should be enough to get us what we need for all of us."

Andy's gaze would shift toward Marc as he spoke to her and scoffed at his tone.

"Careful or I'll let your men see how much you enjoy a woman on top. She's a good ship inside. Worn from travel and getaways, including your own job. But she runs and gets us where we need to go. Hard to work on 'er when I've got six men to boss around at the end of their wits."

She'd nod her head up toward the top of his head where he'd tied his barely managed braids that needed to be redone rather badly, hands coming to settle on each shapely hip. "What about you? Seems like you could use one too, don't it?"

[member="Marcellus Decker"]
 

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