If it's in your nature, you'll never win

[Armand Temi]

As much as Marcus wanted to believe he was in complete control, the way he firmly held her waist and licked her chest, betrayed at least the animal attraction he had for her. “If I’m captured at some point by your enemies, you don’t have to worry. I’ve been conditioned to resist torture and not so easily give up intelligence.” The scars on her back were living proof of this. “And what gave you the impression that our time together was anything more than a roll in the flowers?” Livna teased. For the blonde maiden, this type of activity was very much a detour from her normal drudgery. She was going to take it when and where it came.

Finally… almost painfully, she sat up, knowing she was going to have to weave some type of story together to explain her absence to the Priestess. But smelling like Tigercinth, sweat and with traces of Marcus’s scent on her, it wasn’t going to be easy. She took the pad, tucked it into her satchel, rose and hurriedly dressed as she had been gone quite a while and whether she was punished or not, all depended on Briga’s mood.

Once last glance over her shoulder at Marcus, and she flit away, like a deer in the woods back to her Priestess, more interested now in what type of information she could find out. Betrayal, while not sweet was at least a bitter intoxicant that soothed Livna’s psychic wounds like a salve.

[member="Vengeance"]

 

[Kenrath]

Marcus watched her flit away without a word. Frankly he was not the least bit concerned whether she got capture or was tortured. She knew nothing that could harm him. No one alive in the One sith even knew the name Marcus much less enough to connect it to his Sith name which they would recognize.


Once [member="Livna Zios"] was out of sight Marcus went back to wandering around the gardens whistling to himself like nothing had ever happened.