Private Date under a nebula

[Talohn Atar]

"That's knowledge? I thought knowing that was just common sense." He counters back, the flatterer. Course, he wasn't able to address the rest when the kiss began. Not that he minded, not at all. Cathar are a passionate people, and that seems to fit well with the supposed sith code. That's one thing he never understood. Talohn knows of the sith code, yet so many sith throw aside passion, allowing themselves to just be consumed by anger and rage. In his mind, he questioned whether or not that was a true sith. Unless you're vader. Kind of hard to be passionate when you're locked in a suit.

Talohn allows her to take the lead for now, lips still upon hers as a hand rests on her cheek, and he leans back against the arm of the couch. After a moment, he does end the kiss to get some air. "Hate to ruin the moment. But should we uh...move perhaps? This isn't a private location, if either of the two other people on the ship walk in on this, I'll never live it down."

Zlova Rue

 

[Zlova Rue]

Zlova's lips parted before they closed with a soft hum. Despite being shameless in the pursuit of whatever she desired, she wasn't dense. One of the other two Talohn mentioned was a minor. Touch inappropriate to say something lewd in response. Now, the droid on the other hand, it could just live with it.

"Well, then," her hand slid up his chest with a light pressure in opposition to her words, "perhaps we should find somewhere more comfortable." The Twi'lek leaned down to whisper in the Cathar's ear, "Next time, just the two of us somewhere exotic. My treat." A view really wasn't noticed when occupied, but it was in the moments between distractions that it afforded a certain luxury. A Sith Lord knew a venue or two with good scenery, and sufficient seclusion. All for the right amount of credits. Not that many tried to haggle with a Sith. Temperamental lot.

The weight lifted from his chest as she drew back so the man could sit up properly again. "Hope you had enough to drink." Zlova retrieved another chunk of meat and slowly slipped it between her lips.

Tag: Talohn Atar

 

[Talohn Atar]

Talohn chuckles, an apologetic look on his face. "Sorry, should have thought about it before things started. You're very distracting. Then again, I suppose that's a compliment. So, my room it is I suppose." Then she leans in to whisper in his ear, causing a smirk to appear on that fur coated face of his. "Exotic? I hate to assume stereotypes. but Mustafar is too unpleasant unless I shave off all my fur, which makes me much less of a looker, I assure you." He jokes as her weight lifts from him. "Then again, I did say I'd follow those eyes anywhere." A reference to their meeting at the casino.

"I hear korriban has beautiful skies. Never been there myself, is it true?" It's a genuine bit of curiosity he has, along with trying to strike up conversation. He's never been to the sith home planet. Only heard rumors, and perhaps sold a few relics from the planet that are in circulation about the galaxy. Those relics gave him negative vibes.

The cathar, once they are no longer entangled, stands up, offering his hand to help pull her off of the couch. Though he's not doubting her ability to stand or anything like that. She's a strong girl that can stand on her own, he knows that. He also knows that the couch is super cushy and swallows those sitting upon it like quicksand. "Hope I did too." He states in response to her words. He expects to end up extremely worn out.

Zlova Rue

 

[Zlova Rue]

A quiet chuckle followed Talohn's laments about Mustafar. "It's unpleasant for everything except Living Stone." Not that she particular favored the place. Oh, for a training environment for Initiates, certainly. For masochists, obviously. For herself? Even if you lacked hair, even at a distance the warmth did not make up for the complete lack of anything scintillating to the eye.

Korriban, on the other hand... "Beautiful skies." The Twi'lek laughed. "It does at that. Perhaps the only thing most people enjoy looking at; but only because they don't see beyond the surface of the surrounding rock. Countless Sith etched a part of their soul there. Each believing it gave them a measure of immortality, or status as being somehow 'connected' to Great Lords of Ages long passed. If you look closely enough, or still your thoughts well enough, you can hear their voices and see an echo of what once was." Zlova smiled. "But if you can't, the sky is all you'll remember. That and broken statues of those whose power did not absolve them of the fate of all living things."

Bright, golden eyes lifted to regard Talohn for just a second before she reached out to take his offered hand.

Once they were on their feet, Zlova lipped a hand over one of Talohn's shoulders to play at the back of the man's neck. "Lead the way. I promise I won't hurt you enough to affect your ability to fight." They had a date with a slaughter afterward, after all.

Tag: Talohn Atar

 

[Talohn Atar]

"Eh, Mustafar....Bet someone could make a really badass forge there. Probably the catharese warrior part of me speaking." He chuckles slightly. "Other than that, not a fan of that lava rock." He simply looks at her while she speaks, smiling slightly. She's got a passion to her when she talks, he likes that. It's something he's noticed most sith forget. The concept of passion. Passion is an important thing. It builds relationships and establishes goals. Without it, a sith is just mindless rage. Energy without an outlet.

"Death is an inevitable thing. You have to come to terms with it in my line of work. In my case...it is not death I fear. I fear for those I will leave behind in the wake of my death. Death in battle, peaceful death in sleep. I don't care how I die, really. The best death I could ask for is one in which I do not leave any unfinished business. No regrets is the best kind of death, no matter the context of the death itself." He's giving his view on death, the conversation piece brought on by her words about sith that tried to achieve immortality on Korriban.

After he pulls her up from the couch, and she gets closer, he puts an arm about her waist as she starts to play at the back of his neck. Her next statement causes him to chuckle. "It's not like it's a wrestling match....wait, forget I said that." A night with a sith. One has to expect pain to be mixed in with such an event. Sith do love their pain.

He leads her along through the halls of the ship until they reach what seems to be his room. Tapping the button, the door opens to reveal his quarters. It's the average size of every room on the ship, which is quite luxurious for a vessel of it's kind. The room has his own personal touch. A few souvenirs from his travels sitting here and there on the shelves, along with datapads full of records, stories. There's a datapad sitting on the coffee table that seems to have some sort of turn based video game playing on it. Once they're inside, he shuts the door behind them. "We can close the window if you want..but a nebula backdrop seems more exciting, wouldn't you say?"

Zlova Rue

 

[Zlova Rue]

No regrets? Zlova continued to smile even as she couldn't agree with Talohn's optimism about how the end would come. Maybe because as a Sith regrets were simply part of living. Anyone that managed to become a Lord learned not to dwell on the past -- on what couldn't be changed. You were growing or dying, and she hadn't yet begun dying. As for death, well the Lethan expected it to be full of pain followed by a sudden, unforeseen end. The regrets would just have to figure out how to go on living without her remembering them.

The red Twi'lek slowly leaned in and nipped at the Cathar's nose. Wrestling? You could call it that. She was more of a... mix combat style kind of woman. Talohn wouldn't need to worry about her sadistically abusing him without reason. Not that he seemed concerned. However, Zlova wouldn't be 'gentle' either.

Soon afterward, she calmly followed the man about the corridors toward his room. Not a moment had gone by without her studying the layout of the ship and its contents. After all, more was often said in silence than flowery words could express. It was a relatively new ship, of course; less evidence, but also less clutter to hide things that would stand out.

Zlova stopped just inside the room far enough for Talohn to enter and shut the door. Her golden gaze had roamed the interior as the door slid shut and Talohn remarked about the nebula. Exciting. Yes, she enjoyed a little excitement.

Once the door sealed shut, the Twi'lek pivoted and sought to shove the man back against the door. Zlova pressed her hands against him in an effort to hold him there as she grinned up at him. One hand lifted so a lone finger could lay vertically across the Cathar's lips. "Show, don't tell." A low chuckle followed before her hands started to roam over his chest to find the best way to dispense with his top.

Tag: Talohn Atar

 

[Talohn Atar]

Talohn, in terms of his setup, the way he acts and his living conditions. Overall, he comes across as a kind hearted fellow, but not kind hearted enough not to put a bullet through someone. He's not afraid to be open with emotions, and he's honestly a nervous fellow, kinda on the nerdlike side. One wonders how he manages to make it in the merc business. Though, one could say that wackiness about him has a charm. In a word...he's trustworthy. Or at least he comes across as such. Though his lightly messy room screams that he's like a 20 year old college student still trying to figure out life. Which makes sense. He's still kinda young, specially for a cathar, and having a child suddenly thrusted into his life is certainly bound to throw him for a loop, as it would anyone. Though there are no tells of a darker nature or anything of the like. He's just a mandalorian merc trying to feed his kid and fund his tech hobby. Though he's skilled enough to have some extra wealth, as is obvious by the ship.

He leans his head back as she nips at his nose, smirking slightly. "I don't mind a bite or two, but the nose is off limits." He states, proceeding to playfully poke her nose in return. He didn't mind bites, but cathar noses are really sensitive, as is to be expected due to the type of feline species they are.
Once in the room, he chuckles slightly as he's pinned to the door right after closing it. He didn't respond to her next words. As she said, he would show, not tell. Thus, while she went for his top, his arms went about her waist to pull her into a kiss once again.

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The night was likely long. Talohn, having had a few one night stands in his time, proved to be a good dance partner. Though one thing became clear when rest time arrived. For better or worse, Talohn was a cuddler. Not something he could help. It's an unconscious action in his sleep. Such a thing might be strange to a sith, being shown affection in such a way. Who knows. Bright side, he had fur, so there wasn't the dilemma of sweaty skin and such other things. It was like being hugged by well, a giant cat. What a surprise, right? Either way, there is no sun to wake them up on time. Talohn on his part, keeps an alarm that wakes him up at around noon in catharese time. Though it's not an unpleasant horrible alarm, there isn't even noise. The projector on the wall begins simulating the rise of the sun, slowly bathing the room in light. Talohn on his part still remains sleeping like a baby. He's not always a morning person.

Zlova Rue

 

[Zlova Rue]

The Twi'lek stared at the Cathar unconsciously intent on remaining close to the red woman in his bed. It wasn't a foreign or unfathomable concept. Of course you wouldn't find Sith Lords cooing at one another in public like star-crossed lovers, but they weren't all emotionally empty. Not entirely. As for Zlova, she was a survivor. Plying the trade was a skill like any other, and one she did well to get close to someone or to avoid suspicion.

As for Talohn, the Lethan was being cautious. He was far too comfortable around a Sith warrior. Maybe it was confidence. Maybe it was foolishness. Or, perhaps, he knew who Zlova was and had an assignment to assassinate her. Trust was not a thing Sith did well. They were better at cuddling than leaving their guard down around others. Her especially.

Here and there she had drifted off into a light sleep. When awake Zlova might even lightly run her fingers over the Cathar's fur. A test to see if he were asleep, or a means to instill pleasant dreams? Talohn wasn't awake to question his partner's motives. Likely the man wouldn't even know of her actions by the time he was roused.

"Talohn," the Twi'lek purred. "Talohn." Several moments passed as her golden gaze roamed over his face for signs of waking. "Talohn," Zlova leaned in to whisper into his ear, "if you don't wake up, I'm kicking you out of this bed." No reason to play demure when it came to waking someone up. It'd be far more amusing to watch his reaction for such an unexpected and rude wake up call. Little chance of dozing back off again too. Or perhaps it was a joke. A smile on her lips could fall either way.

Tag: Talohn Atar

 

[Talohn Atar]

Talohn wouldn't show any signs of being awake throughout the duration after they went to sleep. Usually he'd be more cautious, for sure. But she wore him out, poor guy. As for the cuddling, it only started after he fell asleep. Nights on cathar are cold, tribes often used body warmth to survive. Talohn often found himself huddling for warmth with his family, or whoever he had for a significant other within the tribe at the time. Either way, Zlova was warm, therefore she fell victim to his unconscious need to embrace. Despite not being awake, she would see his face occasionally twitching. Frowns, twitching nose. Nightmares from the look of it. Something someone in his line of work often suffered. He saw them often, memories of that fight with the Amalgam. Whatever her intentions, that hand running through his fur seemed to quell whatever horrible visions he was suffering.

Her words don't reach him at first, as he simply responds with discontent groans of protest. But her threat seemed to finally snap him out of his stupor. "Fiiiine." He mutters, slowly sitting up to rub his eyes, Something slightly cute can be seen for a moment. His eyes, now fully circular like a kitten chasing a toy, are visible before the light of the room makes them shrink to that slitted shape. He instantly covers his eyes after opening them, not as easily adjusting to sudden bright lights as other organics, him being a race of nights stalking predators and all. "I did not know fingernails could dig that far into my back without being claws." He states teasingly as he reaches his arms up to stretch now that the light is less painful. He then looks to Zlova, smirking a bit, and gives her a playful shove. Not enough to push her anywhere, but a counter for her earlier threat.

Zlova Rue

 

[Zlova Rue]

"You would be surprised what I'm capable of. I know many techniques that can leave a partner unharmed." Relatively speaking. Blood letting wasn't a prerequisite for a woman like her. Though it was certainly fun when she didn't actually care about the other party -- especially when they deserved it. Not because the Force will it, of course; she was no Jedi looking to right wrongs. Even a Sith Lord had standards and expectations of others, however. They had a reputation of making their judgment of others openly known for a reason, for better or worse.

"Our friends we'll be paying a visit to soon won't have that pleasure. But I did promise not to get your fur soaked in blood." The Twi'lek chuckled.

She reached out to stroke the side of his arm for a moment after he'd stretched and given her a shove. "Not that I wouldn't mind laying here with you a little longer. I just expected that droid of yours will be pounding on the door soon." A little time alone, talking wouldn't hurt before they had sudden company. Better to rise before the circus started. "So, did you sleep well?" Just because it was the two of them didn't mean Talohn could just coast along. Even benign inquiries could have certain, expected responses.

Tag: Talohn Atar

 

[Talohn Atar]

"I'm sure you're full of surprises. Course, I consider that a perk." He winks playfully, allowing himself another yawn. "Thanks for not ruining the fur coat by the way. It's a pain to wash." He chuckles. The fur was indeed a pain. Without proper treatment and cleaning, infections could start easier thanks to the fur. It's no wonder he bulks up in all that armor. "Madlad won't pound on the door, he's still asleep. That's the other part of his...sentience. He needs to actually shut down and rest, or he suffers like any organic. he even has dreams, Zlova. It's...odd. Anyways." He shrugs.

"The one we have to worry about is Monari. She will wake us, no hesitation. Not even a regret. Little gremlin." He chuckles lightly. Her rubbing of his arm is met with a smile, eyes meeting hers. "I slept great. You uh....you really tired me out, so I slept better than I have in a while to be honest. How about you?" Usually, Talohn found himself up at ungodly hours of the mornings in his workshop. It's different when one isn't laying in an empty bed, he had to admit. Not that he had formed an extreme attachment to Zlova, but having a bed that wasn't cold and empty was always good for the soul. As she rubs his shoulder, he leans on her, just enjoying this little moment of silence and alone time. The nebula backdrop certainly helped things be more relaxing. For the first time in a while, he took a moment to pause everything, and just exist. To take a deep breath and relax, enjoy his surroundings. To enjoy the presence beside him. It's noticeable in his expression. Talohn always seemed happy, but in a hurry. Eccentric, running a million miles a minute. Here, he looks happy, but more significantly, under that happiness, is genuine peace. Sure, he told Zlova to stop and enjoy what she's earned so far last night during dinner...but he's not always good at following his own advice.

After a minute or so, he takes another deep breath, preparing himself mentally for another day. "We should get dressed. Universe waits for no one. Probably need to shower first....uh...hm. You want me to make some breakfast while you shower, then I can have my turn? Or are you dragging me along with you?" He questions teasingly. He was more than happy to make breakfast. He always found a good meal was the secret to making it home from a job.

Zlova Rue

 

[Zlova Rue]

A soft, throaty purr followed Talohn's observation about his droid. "That is disturbing," the Twi'lek replied softly. It needed saying though she wouldn't make a big deal of it if the Cathar chose to ignore such... danger. Likely it was so much time spent around the droid that built this illusion in the man's mind. The illusion of safety. Even if it were programmed into Madlad to never harm Talohn -- or Monari -- who was to say that programming could not be altered? If it was truly sentient, and truly capable of behaving like an organic... Even an angel could fall. And Zlova doubted this droid qualified as an angel.

"Oh," a smile played across her dark lips for a moment, "I slept beautifully. Your silky, soft fur and warmth wrapped about me like a blanket... Made it worth not biting your nose last night." Not that she'd ever planned on it. Went back to one of the last things they'd said to one another the previous evening. A little levity to hide the blatant lie. Creative truths were a specialty among Sith, however. You learned how to mitigate the ire drawn by one's Master to survive.

Even as she smiled and they simply existed for a moment longer together, Zlova couldn't help but notice the look on Talohn's face. All the times he had to try to kill her, and all the little ways he seemed occupied with the... beauty of the galaxy was genuinely odd to one like herself. Zlova was used to selfish people that would betray her the moment it became convenient to do so, or the cut-throats that might kill her to advance their own worth in certain circles. Vagabonds, thugs, criminals, and monsters were her usual company. Even on Nar Shadda nothing had changed; only people were far less likely to try to kill her as she'd been a dancer and not one overflowing with credits as a crime boss might.

Perhaps... Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to be a little less on-guard around him.

A test! Yes, it would be a test. To see if he could be trusted, of course.

"I shall kidnap you, Talohn." She lifted a finger to lightly slid it down the length of the Cathar's nose. "I see no reason either of us should eat alone. As for the universe... Pirates and Slavers run rampant in the galaxy. They'll find some way to wait a few extra minutes before we slaughter them." What's that? A single minute might be the difference in life or death of some poor captive? Why, yes, it could be. Exceedingly unlikely, but possible. And how would Zlova sleep if someone told her that extra minute had mattered? Quite soundly, in fact. She was no deity and had made no pact with such about saving every life in the galaxy.

With a sigh, her golden eyes scanned the room. "I suppose we must be dressed to get to the shower?" Or was it connected to his room? Convenient that they would not need to dress only to disrobe again.

Tag: Talohn Atar

 

[Talohn Atar]

He smiles at her words. They were a bit too flattering for him to completely believe her, but sleeping in a stranger's bed was always a bit strange. Perhaps she'd sleep better next time, if there is a next time. He found himself slightly hoping that there was, and there likely would be if she meant what she said last night about somewhere exotic. "Good to hear." He decides to not talk anymore about Madlad, as the droid wasn't his focus right now.

After their moment of calm, and his question to her about the shower, he can't help but chuckle at her response. Looking into her eyes for a moment, he playfully grins. "Well...." He wraps an arm about her waist to pull her close, so that they are nose to nose. "Consider me kidnapped. I'm not in too much of a hurry after all." Her confusion was definitely well founded about this cathar...he is different. While most she knew were the turbulent sort, he was stable despite his mercenary life, managing to balance out being both a lover and a fighter. Though, the major thing that separated Talohn from the average merc? Honor. Not honor towards the enclave, not honor to his employer. Honor to his family and friends above all. He came from a culture that emphasized those things highly. At the moment....he wasn't sure what to consider Zlova. Lover, friend, ally, a simple one night stand. It all mattered on how she saw it in this case. He at least knew that she wasn't an enemy, and he found both her looks and personality to be a bit on the intoxicating side.

After pressing his nose to hers for a moment teasingly, he reaches over to the bedside table to grab a little machine he keeps there. "Get dressed? Get the clothes you plan to change into, sure. But who needs to get dressed when you have a stealth field generator, eh?" Convenient yet adventurous. "I do it in the mornings when I'm too tired to change. Shower's just across the hall."

Zlova Rue

 

[Zlova Rue]

Her hands slid over Talohn's hips and up his back as their eyes met. It pleased her to know he wasn't in a hurry. There was something to be said for zeal, but misplaced it was a touch... simple. Kill the pirates and slaves to make the galaxy 'safer?' To bring 'happiness' and 'peace' to the weak and suffering? Really... Oh, she knew all about the Confederacy's endless war against such scum, but in her eyes it was just an excuse. After all, once you saved their captives or avenged their victims what changed? It never ended. There were always more.

Which suited Zlova, actually. Sometimes she didn't want challenging or complicated. An animate bunching bag had its uses.

That Talohn wasn't gnashing his teeth over a potential delay -- that he wasn't over zealous -- also suited her just fine. An interest. Perhaps a commitment. But not a crusade. A wise choice. Shame not every Sith Lord understood moderation wasn't a sin. You didn't need to set the galaxy on fire; you waited for the right moment to set the right planet on fire, and the galaxy would tend to itself.

The Twi'lek's golden eye slid to the side to follow the Cathar's hand as their noses touched. There was a moment's thought of betrayal -- such wouldn't go away no matter how much of a 'test' she called this -- but that passed and in its place was curiosity. What could he possibly have in store for them now, she wondered?

Laughter followed Talohn's explanation. "That is a ridiculous use of a stealth fiend generator." A gentle pressure was exerted on the man's scalp as her fingers ran through his hair. "I could think of a few other uses for it even more ridiculous." Zlova wouldn't stop him from using it for their quick jaunt across the hall, obviously. Hadn't seen that solution coming. It was nice to be pleasantly surprised like that, and they didn't even need to clash swords to manage it.

Slowly, the Lethan unwound herself to get to her feet and offer a hand to invite Talohn to join her. "Criminal scum can wait. But our time, uninterrupted, is short." Someone could always knock on your bedroom door prompting a response; that was less often an issue when it came to the bathroom door. Less often. Zlova hoped that was true with these curious creatures on this ship.

Tag: Talohn Atar

 

[Talohn Atar]

Talohn was never one to hurry nice things, and what was happening now certainly qualified as nice in his opinion. One thing he's noticed is that she seems to enjoy running her hands through his fur. It was indeed soft and well cared for fur, and he was happy to have a girl who enjoyed it....People who were eager to get intimate with a fuzzball, no matter how handsome the fuzzball may be, were kind of in short supply. An interesting little detail she'd notice. His hair, while a different color and still longer than the fur covering his body, still has the same texture as his fur, making it just as smooth and silky as the rest of him. Though this all leads up to one conclusion. This cat was about to use a metric shit ton of shampoo.

The cathar wasn't exactly dedicated to protecting the weak. If he saw someone beating children right before his eyes, he had the sense to stop it. But he wasn't obsessed with righting every wrong in the galaxy. The only time he really got antsy was when going to deal with slavers, and that wasn't from an itch to do justice, it was from a deep found hatred that she might find to be admirable. But above all, he was a father. Monari always came first.

He chuckles at her reaction to the stealth drive idea, eyes looking into hers as she runs a hand through his hair. He in return places a his hand on the side of her head as they banter, thumb brushing across her cheek. "Oh? You can? I'd love to hear your ideas. Sounds like it'll be a good time." He certainly had a bit of a penchant for mischief. He's just had to suppress it in recent times due to having adopted a child. He was glad he could surprise her. The fact that he could surprise a sith meant he had some form of charm still in him. He takes her hand as she unwinds herself from him, and slides out of the bed. One thing she'd notice, he's got a few scars across his body, from the days before he wore beskar. Though he's well built, no flab or fat. It's all lean muscle, what you'd expect of someone who was built for sneaking around and jumping tree to tree in the jungles. Though he was perhaps a bit more on the bulky muscular side these days, since he walks around covered in beskar.

Talohn, once he is out of bed. puts an arm about her waist and pulls her close. "Gotta stay in the stealth field. Not an excuse, promise." He states. The field is plenty big enough, it's obvious he's lying, and he knows it is, but being playful never hurts. Turning on the field, they both disappear. Time to sneak across the hall. He holds her close, tip toing along beside her.

Zlova Rue

 

[Zlova Rue]

The Lethan before him was not made of muscles, but then their physiology rarely resulted in over-sized bulges as other species might exhibit. Nevertheless, her abdominal muscles were taunt and her skin well-fitted to her body. Perhaps she was not a predator from a jungle world, but those from Ryloth did not live lives of opulence and plenty; her race had adapted to such even those that hadn't been raised there their entire lives. Such was the danger of removing her kind from their native environment, however, as seen in the rotund, politically-obsessed Twi'lek found here or there.

As for scars, Talohn might be surprised or dismayed to find practically no blemishes present. Though one's finger tips might feel a raised ridge here or there easily mistaken as a tattoo. It was not unheard of for scars to become one of the tattoos etched on a warrior's body. At least to those that undergo such... privilege. An unnecessary adherence to an ancient tradition, but one did not get to choose their Master.

His gaze did not fail to catch sight of something stimulating, however. What she lacked in bodily injury, the Twi'lek made up for in the black markings that covered her entire body. If one were to ask, the answer was: 'yes, all the way down.' The ones on the lekku had hurt the most.

"Benefits of dating a Sith," Zlova hissed as Talohn tugged her in close. It'd matter how big the lie was. Dishonesty was a given. Betrayal, however, now that was unforgivable. Besides, she hadn't said anything about wanting her space. There'd be more than enough of that later.

She was absolutely curious whether this little jaunt would work. After all, a stealth field didn't conceal the opening and closing of a door. it'd still hide the fact they were unclothed, or that they were both present, but Zlova doubted there'd be any question to either if anyone was in the corridor.

"An extra pair of hands might help you shower more quickly," she remarked before or after they'd crossed. Given his comments about cleanliness before, she doubted the man merely wiped himself down. With all that fur it'd take deliberate action to get down to the roots. "Unless you are suddenly distracted." Even a hairless partner might consume whatever time saved.

Tag: Talohn Atar

 

[Talohn Atar]

One thing was for certain, Zlova was indeed a stimulating sight. But he finds the personality that goes along with it to be equally interesting. Well, the part of her personality he's experienced so far. He doesn't know her inside and out yet, they haven't known eachother that long, not long at all really. But what he had experienced so far was enough to make him want to know more about her. It wasn't the night in bed that brought that on. Mind you, that part was great. But her love of unexpectedness, the craving she always seemed to have for something new and exciting, the fire that burned in those yellow eyes. She was, as his people called her sort, a 'Muo dom riru'a'.

Talohn's scars that are on his body, while not numerous, are more pronounced because the fur didn't grow back. Spots can be seen across his body, from blaster bolts to shrapnel, along with some viroblade cuts, Though with any luck, perhaps she saw scars as an upside. Either way, he had no scars on his face, which says a good amount about his combat skill. Though there was one perplexing factor. There were many inexpensive procedures to remove scars, hell, they could be done at home without even seeing a doctor...yet he's kept his own. Why?

When he pulls her closer to him to activate the stealth field, he can't help but feel a bit of heat on his face. Dating? he'd been on a few one night stands since he left cathar, but never dated. He wasn't actually entirely sure how that worked. Would they need to go out on more than one date for it to be considered that? She did say there would be a second date. At what point was what they were doing right now considered a relationship on the rest of the galaxy? Non catharese romance customs were weird, he'd have to figure that stuff out. Only one thing transferred over, and that was his taste. If he sees a girl decapitate five men in the span of five seconds, that was a good way to get him enthralled. She'd perhaps notice it in his expression. His blush isn't visible due to fur, but the slightest of surprise in his expression at the word 'dating'. However, if she does notice it, it's easy to tell it didn't come as a negative surprise to him, but certainly enough to get the suspicion that he's never done this dating thing before.

The expression disappears when she brings up an extra pair of hands in the shower, replaced by that automatic smile he has when a chuckle leaves his lips. "Careful not to get shampoo in your eyes, I use a lot of it. I'm sure you won't mind the extra pair of hands either," He holds his hands up, wiggling his fingers. "My palms function like sponges." He pauses for a moment, then shakes his head. "No, that was a bad joke, doesn't work. Ignore that one." Not all jokes can be winners. He raises a brow when she says he might end up distracted. "Distraction is such a negative term, I'd hardly call a Videti enka'ri like you a distraction. More like.....a vacation? An experience? It's hard to put you into words." He was using his native tongue, though it's obvious the words he was using were compliments in nature. With that, the button is pressed, and side by side they sneak along across the hallway. Unluckily, Madlad was up, and walking down that very hall. Talohn, arm about Zlova's waist, hurries them along into the bathroom. Luckily the door is open, so they can step right in.

The droid, sharp as ever, realizes the bedroom door opening and closing by itself. It simply grunts. "We just got this ship and the doors are already having seizures. Great." With a shake of it's head, Madlad continues right past the bathroom. Once the droid is out of earshot, Talohn presses the button to close the bathroom door, and he then turns off the stealth field generator, taking a deep breath. "That was close.....wish we had stealth field generators for hunting back on Cathar." He laughs, gaze turning to Zlova. It's then he has a realization, his expression visibly embarassed. "I just realized." He puts a palm to his forehead. "You're gonna see me puff up like a sea urchin when I dry off. Oh no..."

Zlova Rue

 

[Zlova Rue]

They seemed to have a lack of prolonged dating experience in common from Talohn's expression. A little surprise in his eyes, perhaps? That always perplexed the Lethan Twi'lek. You would think a people too consumed with a zeal that often bent toward rage would be far less likely to 'date;' and then you came across people throughout the galaxy that seemed even less apt toward long-term relationships. What was their excuse? Zlova had a good story of betrayal, rage, and shame to support her lack of anything more than a one-night stand.

As for Talohn... well, it was still the first date. They still had a slaughter to engage in together. How someone fought could tell you something about them -- mostly how brave and how good at surviving they were -- but Zlova didn't believe it told you some Grand Secret like an Echani did. Think a duel told you if someone would slaughter innocent men, women, and children? She knew how to shield her mind so people didn't figure that out. Not that she had enjoyed it. A waste killing people because they were there, but orders were orders.

Would there be a second date? She'd suggested as much, but she was also a Sith. What was the Jedi Apprentice joke? 'How do you know a Sith is lying? Their lips are moving.' Then a Master would berate them for stereotypes, and Zlova would roll her eyes... because the Apprentices were right. Talohn... well, he might be lucky. Or not. They really didn't know much of one another yet, but Zlova was willing to humor the idea he wouldn't try to kill her in the near future.

One painted brow lowered while the other rose. She was a vacation? Experience she understood, but vacation... An odd way to put it, but then Talohn did have a different way of responding to a situation. Not the sort of responses Zlova came to expect from people. The largest of surprises had been the abrupt isolation with a young child and no monitors. Not something she'd been mentally prepared for -- fortunately, despite what some thought, the Sith didn't eat little children.

When they darted across the hall together, the red woman had only one thought with Madlad being nearby: how she wished for a stray bolt to drop in the droid's wake. With the crazed thing believing nothing unusual had happened -- if his words were to be believed -- a sudden bolt dropping could only have come from his own chassis, right?

Probably just send the droid running around looking for Talohn desperate for a check-up. Would ruin the shower. Still an amusing thought.

With a patient smile, Zlova looked into the Cathar's eyes as he seemed struck with a grave realization. "Mmm... be sure to let Madlad know when we're through." One of her hands slid up over his shoulder as a smile spread across her lips. "I'd love to give him a shock." Puffed up fur ball? Static electricity and droids weren't wonderfully together. Wasn't like the bot would even notice. It took extraordinarily massive incompetence not to have even the smallest ION cap or other means of isolation to keep static electricity from frying circuits.

"Now, stop stalling," Zlova leaned in to kiss Talohn's lips. "Before I decide to find your holorecorder."

Tag: Talohn Atar

 

[Talohn Atar]

Talohn's excuse for never having dated outside of catharese culture? Part of it was that he's taken a long time to learn the customs of the galaxy. He left cathar suddenly at a young age, and had quite the culture shock. There are still things he doesn't quite understand. Though the other part is his taste in girls. Hot? Course he likes them easy on the eyes...but there's more to it than that. Talohn has an immense enjoyment of free spirits. People who crave adventure, excitement, always moving to the next entertaining thing. That was the kind of person Talohn never failed to find irresistible. His attraction to people of that nature is why he's only had a few one night stands instead of a real relationship. They never wronged him or hurt him, and he enjoys their presence every time....but as free spirits do, they were always eager to move on to the next thing.

He didn't know what the future held for he and Zlova either, but he would be fine with her choice. But he did find himself hoping for that second date. Talohn stares at the door until Madlad's footsteps can no longer be heard, and then he turns to look at her. He can't help but smirk a bit at her words. "Mental shock or physical shock? Or is it both? If it's physical, I'll have to ask you to save it for the pirates, eh? Madlad won't be joining us for the pirate killing. It'll just be you and me. You probably already know that....But I figured I would tell you nonethel-" His words are cut off as she tells him to stop stalling, and his arms wrap around her as she leans in for the kiss. When their lips part, his eyes meet hers again, and he raises a brow. "The Holorecorder? I guess I have no choice but to do what you say now. Taking a shower with a beautiful warrior? This is the worst." He states, voice oozing sarcasm. With that, he'll go for another kiss as he pulls her along to the shower.

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Talohn doesn't look too different when all his fur is wet, about the same but with the fur flattened. Not like feline animals that look like little starved gremlins when they get wet. Now....when he's washing? That's the funny part. All that shampoo covered fur makes him look more like some sort of snow covered snow monster. Like a small wampa without the horns. Talihn would have done the usual after they finished...shower distractions. Wash her back and such. Once they're both rinsed off, Talohn steps out of the shower, and makes his way over to another chamber, which seems to have a chair within it. Sitting at the chair, he points at her. "Don't you dare laugh. Or I'll uh....uh..." He lowers the hand. "You're lucky I looked at you and instantly lost track of what I was thinking about." He taps a button, and hot air starts blowing onto him from all around. This is what it takes for a cathar to try off in a timely manner. Once it's all done.....it's hilarious. His fur, it's standing on end like some sort of sea urchin. The poor fella has an actual mane on his neck with all that fur poofing up.

Zlova Rue

 

[Zlova Rue]

Zlova smiled as she washed Talohn and as the Cathar in turn washed her. It was... pleasant not straining to reach that spot on your back where one's hands never quite seemed to reach. You could actually relex the entire time you were in the shower with a partner. To say nothing of being pampered. Who didn't enjoy being the object of something's doting attention?

Well, there were some Sith Lords that were literally impossible to please, but who cared about them? Better things to do in life.

It was unlikely Talohn had any doubt, but as most of their time in the shower was spent idle there was plenty of time to see tattoos covering the Lethan's entire body. There was very little space not filled in by streaks of black. Not nearly as surprising as Talohn turning into a snowman, of course. Zlova's golden gaze roamed over the sight even as she helped to mold and shape it.

As adorable as it was, the Twi'lek was not envious of her polar opposite in the body hair contest. It was absolutely delightful to run her hands through, but the amount of care it required... No Twi'lek wanted that. Well, there were likely some given how hairless their species was, but they were foolish for it. Most of them weren't warriors though so they had all the time in the world to wish for foolish thing, and to indulge in foolish activities (should their wishes come true).

And that if provided such an excuse to take their time in the shower together... Well, Zlova would gladly defend the Cathar from being driven to extinction if anyone tried. It would be such a crime to lose such delightful partners. Even if Talohn was likely the only one that would suffer a former Sith Lord Lethan woman.

"Very," she purred once they'd finished showering and Talohn waxed on about her luck.

Her brows rose slightly feeling so much air being stirred around from all directions. Okay, how he dried off hadn't been something she considered earlier. It made sense once she witnessed it. With that much fur blot-drying was out of the question. Scrubbing would take too long or be too much effort. Zlova wondered if the air tickled, however.

When it was all done, the hairs that'd been blown all about were left standing straight up instead of falling back to their original position. The Twi'lek smiled, and turned her head slightly to peer at him from the corners of her eyes. "I don't know why you were worried. Enemies would be intimidated on the battlefield if they saw you like this." She wasn't laughing. In so many sounds.

With a soft, throaty hum she surveyed the area. "So, what does a cute ball of fluff do in times like these? Product?" A little cream to hydrate the fur and help it lay down again? Twi'lek might not have hair, but they had skin -- Zlova knew about hydration and lotions.

Tag: Talohn Atar