On the Prowl (Joza Perl)

[Khalan Vhett]

"Whichever is fine. I'll just throw on some pants or something." Khalan smirked, opening up and digging through his dresser.

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[Joza Perl]

"Take your time," She commented, giving him a small smile before drifting out of the room and finding her way towards the kitchen. The sudden appearance of his mother's killer was an interesting turn of events, no doubt it had shaken Khalan to his core. No amount of bacta or pheromones could heal that. Sighing softly to herself, she poured two cups of caf.

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[Khalan Vhett]

Khalan walked to the kitchen wearing a pair of pants and a tight tank top-what he usually wore to sleep-and sat at the table. "I kinda caught sight of you napping while I was in the tank. Sleep well?"

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[Joza Perl]

Joza turned toward him, a cup of caf in each hand and paused. She let her eyes linger on his form that the thigh fitting shirt showed off, emphasizing his handsome rugged features. When he mentioned that he’d seen her sleeping, she looked a little startled, a brief flush coming to her cheeks before it died down. “Yeah. A little tired from spending most of the day in the desert.” She sat down across from him, placing a cup in front of him before taking a sip of her own. “You saw that?”

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[Khalan Vhett]

"Mhm. I was awake through most of it. You're adorable when you sleep by the way." He smiled, taking a sip from his mug.

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[Joza Perl]

"Oh," She smiled softly, shaking her head gently. "Thank you. I do try." She teased lightly, leaning back with a wink. She raised her glass to take a dawn-out sip of the caf, green eyes peering thoughtfully at him over the rim of the mug. "How old were you when you left home?" She asked, her voice light and curious as if she didn't want to intrude into his life, but... "Is there some sort of right of passage that Mandalorians have to go through?" She seemed a bit taken with his people's culture.

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[Khalan Vhett]

"Well... I believe... I was fifteen." He took another sip of caf before answering her second question. "There is actually. It's called the Verd'goten. It's when a Mandalorian youth, usually at the age of thirteen, is accepted as an adult and is taught survival, combat, and other things."

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[Joza Perl]

She watched him from behind the mouth of the cup, eyes glinting in fascination. “Verd’goten…” She repeated, testing out the sound of the word. She’d never really given the Mandalorians much thought until she’d met her father. “I’ve always thought that warrior cultures were interesting.” She smiled, putting down the mug and swirling it gently. “I grew up in the entertainment district of Zeltros, so it was more nightclubs and partying than combat and survival.”

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[Khalan Vhett]

"Heh... now I'm curious... what kind of "nightclubs"?" He smirked, placing his cup down and scratching at his stubble.

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[Joza Perl]

"Oh..." A slow grin spread across Joza's face, but she contained it before clearing her throat. "All kinds. Some raunchier than others, some shady, some high class. I myself worked as a waitress. And at times, an...exotic dancer." A faint smirk tickled her lips as she took another slow sip from her mug, curious to see how he'd react. She'd come across a few people who were put off by her socially low beginnings, but Joza was proud of where she came from.

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[Khalan Vhett]

"A dancer? Heh. Would you mind showing me?" Khalan chuckled, taking another sip of his caf.

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[Joza Perl]

“Hmm…” She hummed with her lips against the glass in thought, rolling her eyes away from him for a second. “It’s been a while but I’ll show you a few moves.” She lowered the mug to the table again, acquiescing to his request. Rising swiftly, she took a step back from the table and fixed her gaze on his, eyes lidding slightly.

‘I don’t have music or the proper costuming, but typically the movements are meant to be gentle and drawn out. She flicked her wrist followed by her elbow, a smooth motion connecting the two movements as she let it travel up to her shoulder. As she did so, she would slide her rib cage to the side, forward, side and back as if drawing a small circle. Gradually she would turn, raising her arms above her head and alternating delicate hand waves with hip undulations. Her movements were practiced, never rushed or too pointed. “Subtle, never overtly sexual…with a mischievous touch.” As if to make the point, she tilted her head over her shoulder to look at him, hair falling behind her. “It’s better enjoyed with the music and costume, though.”

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[Khalan Vhett]

Khalan sat in his seat, awestruck by the performance she gave him. His mouth hung agape and his eyes were wide. "Wow... just... wow. I was hypnotized... I'm guessing other men have been under this spell as well?" He chuckled, setting his cup down as a mischievous smirk crept up on his face.

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[Joza Perl]

Joza smiled, pride evident on her face. She truly enjoyed dancing and was sad that she hadn’t had much time for it since leaving Zeltros. “I guess I’m not as rusty as I thought.” She commented, chuckling lightly as she turned towards Khalan fully. “I suppose…I have been approached after performances.” She shrugged with a roll of her shoulders, preferring not to think too hard on it. “You have to see it properly though, on a stage.”

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[Khalan Vhett]

"It was amazing nonetheless... and so are you." Khalan stood up, approaching her to give her a long kiss. He missed the feeling of her soft lips.

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[Joza Perl]

Though she expected it, Joza tensed slightly when he first began to kiss her, but quickly relaxed. Not breaking the kiss, the Zeltron would place one hand on his shoulder, the other one weaving into his hair.

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[Khalan Vhett]

Khalan wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. He felt her body pressed up against his.

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[Joza Perl]

Joza sighed into the kiss as Khalan wrapped his arms around her, urging her closer to his body. She did not resist, but after some time would slowly pull away from the kiss just enough so that their lips were barely touching. "How far do you want this to go?" She muttered against his lips.

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[Khalan Vhett]

"Well... I was hoping as far as the master bedroom~" Khalan locked lips with her again, pulling her closer and closer.

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[Joza Perl]

Joza chuckled softly against his lips. "I guess I should thank you for letting me stay here..." She trailed, leaning into the kiss and pressing her body flush against his. One of her legs would raise slightly to brush against his thigh.

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