Sweet the Sting

[Tmoxin Temi]

She wasn’t sure if it had to do with the constant drone of the rain against her office windows at Morpho Pharmaceuticals or the unfaltering bad weather on Kamino in general, but Tmoxin Temi was feeling stir crazy. Perhaps it was just because she had come back from seeing Marek Starchaser on Lok, where her new Sporting Complex was now under construction. She was currently making plans to purchase real estate on Lianna, specifically in the colorful, entertainment district, Rio Vivo, but nothing had caught her eye enough to make an offer.

All of this excitement and now? Back to dreary Tipoca City with its endless thunderstorms and churning ocean.

Of course the red-haired Hapan did need to concentrate on her new role at Salvatrucha, Khaleel Malvern’s company. She had sold Morpho to him, but part of the merger, along with a percentage of the profits, required her to step down as CEO with the promise of gaining back the position if she proved she could increase sales. Which now meant long nights at the office on Kamino and unfettered access to her wine refrigerator.

With reckless fingers and after four (or six) glasses of Corellian red, she dashed off a quick message to an old… friend? Colleague? Business contact? She wasn’t sure how to describe her relationship with [member="Aleksandyr Gaillard"]. Yes, they had an encounter, but he had never really been her lover. And a shame that was really based on how much they had in common. Their dedication to ruthless business maneuvers and bedroom-as-boardroom tactics. But at one point, he had built her a ship, she had made him some credits, they had shared a bed (well technically it was a hedge maze), but ultimately she betrayed him and embezzled money from a shadow account.

I wonder what he is up to, Tmoxin thought? Well of course he would be mad, if not downright furious at her still. Perhaps murderous.

You stole millions of credits from this man and now you are considering contacting him? This is a terrible idea. Just awful. Certainly not by a drunken text message with a holo pic!

But feeling adventurous, the Hapan businesswoman removed her stiff, grey shirt, to reveal a black, lace corset underneath. Then looking in a compact mirror, she ran a tube of red lipstick over her cupid-bow lips and fluffed up her hair. Holding her holocamera up for a selfie, Tmoxin struck a sultry pose and snapped a picture before she could lose her nerve. The brown-eyed Hapan then dashed off a quick message to the starship magnate with the holopic attached:

To: [member="Aleksandyr Gaillard"]
From: Tmoxin Temi

I have something to return to you, if you’ll have me over for drinks. Find you on Kuat?

She pressed send and then turned her datapad around so she wouldn’t be tempted to continually check for a response. The door to her office knocked and she quickly redressed, letting one of her Kaminoan researchers enter to give her some clinical trial results.

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

Space.

Aleksandyr honestly hated space. Sure it was FASCINATING.... When you were a kid, but growing up in the galaxy with tens of millions of worlds to choose from? Things started to lose their appeal, at one point he felt like child lost in a grand library, unable to read or comprehend the context of all but a few books. Now he just felt like the library's janitor who occasionally played poker in the staff room.

With things as they were, the only one person who had ever truly made an impact on his life--besides his parents--was one [member="Tmoxin Temi"], a woman who was attractive, ruthless, and from time-to-time a downright queen but damn he couldn't get enough of her. Why was that? Maybe it was just the way she fooled him, or may be because he loved the risk. That's why he was an entrepreneur in the first place, because he didn't want a boring life. If he could make a million credits or lose the clothes on his back; it was an intriguing thought.

Still...

Receiving a sudden clearly drunk message was not exactly an expectation. "Huh," Alek shrugged to himself. Quickly he sent a reply back.

Sure, the coordinates as follow, a public park. Not letting you jump me in my own bedroom.

He sent her the message with attached coordinates to one of Kuat's beautiful parks with an evening time.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

“So we can’t change the results of the clinical trial?” Tmoxin asked, even though she knew the answer. The results that had come in on the latest designer Morpho drug were staggeringly bad. Still, there must be at least one scientist unscrupulous enough to alter the results to show something more promising. Something less fatal.

“No,” the Kaminoan responded, blandly. “The GFDA would shut you down and arrest you, Ms. Temi.”

“Dr. Oovan, you must think more positive than that,” she said, unflinching at the prospect of being jailed over a silly little smudge on some test flimsiplasts. Suddenly her datapad beeped with a message.

“Excuse me,” she said and nodded at the door, a signal that it was time for Dr. Oovan to leave. Those Kaminons are far too scrupulous, Tmoxin thought, watching him glide out of her office in his long white robes.

Oh a response from Aleksandyr! Either the holo-selfie had done the trick, or else he was writing back to let her know that a small convoy of mercenaries was heading to Kamino to kill her. But once she perused the message, she let out an amused chuckle over their meeting location. Her reply was as followed:

To: Aleksandyr Gaillard
From: Tmoxin Temi

No Kuat Hilton?

Fine, the park it is. I do recall how much you like the outdoors.

With that, Tmoxin hailed her Captain to prepare the Sovereign Stingray for flight, locked up her office and made her way to the private Morpho hangar. She boarded her yacht still tipsy from the wine, but she would be able to sleep it off during the journey to Kuat. When the Hapan arrived at the scheduled evening time, she made her way to the park, following the coordinates given to her by Alek. She brought along two of her Mirari bodyguard droids as protection, although this particular park was populated by residents of Kuat, enjoying the fresh air, bucolic duck ponds and playgrounds, perhaps relaxing before they went to gamble at the casino in Tekshar Falls. Although as she followed the path where the coordinates led, she noticed that it did get rather remote and secluded.

Her heart began to beat quicker as dusk grew near, but there was still no sign of Alek. Suddenly, the previously reckless Hapan, felt trepidation over the prospect of seeing her old business acquaintance again, but she wasn’t sure if it this was a flush of excitement or fear of losing her life.

[member="Aleksandyr Gaillard"]

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

The self-professed Prince of Style arrived at the park shortly after she did, in-fact the the man locked onto the backside of her with his fiery orange, synthetic eyes. Dressed in a black suit jacket , no tie, and a partially unbuttoned white shirt underneath and more casual slacks and shoes, he surely didn't come unable to impress. Aleksandyr walked down the sidewalk through a small crowd of denizens before stopping only a few feet behind Tmoxin and her bodyguards.

"You know, if you were in any danger there wouldn't be people all around us." He spoke with his thick Balmorran accent.

The park was well designed, full of native and foreign flora that blended in well with the lush green grass and Kuati architecture. It was considered one of the most beautiful worlds in the core and the massive shipyard that circled the world above could be seen clearly across the open blue sky, not a cloud in sight and a summer breeze came as a pleasant addition to the warm temperature.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

She visibly jumped at the sound of Alek's voice. Most Hapans had poor night vision, but Tmoxin had this corrected with surgery when she was eighteen. Still, it wasn't as if her vision was super-human. Even though it was only dusk, they were in a shady grove, and the Morpho owner paused a moment to reassure herself that this was indeed the starship builder she remembered.

The droids, however, picked up on Tmoxin's fear and with predictable click-clack raised their blasters up, with Mr. Gaillard in their sights.

"Stand down," Tmoxin said, putting her hand up to the mechanical bodyguards who flanked her on either side. She stepped forward towards Alek, and the Mirari droids stayed a few paces back. She was no longer wearing the grey business shirt she had on previously. Instead the Hapan wore a low-cut, but knee-length black dress. But still he would be able to see traces of the lace corset from the holopic visible from the V of her neckline.

Alek was just as handsome as she remembered. Dressed more casually than when she had last seen him and of course, without the imposing black mask hiding his features, Tmoxin felt a surge of desire, the mental imprint of their night in the hedge maze as fresh as ever. But while rapacious glances may be passing between them, she was extremely wary. This was a weathly man she had stolen from like a common thief. The Hapan didn't want to underestimate the depths of betrayal he may have felt.

Or not. There was only one way to find out.

"Alek, thank you for meeting me. You are looking well."

Manners first, yes. But she knew neither of them ever had that much time for pleasantries and small talk. Still she did wonder what he had been up to for those many months they had been apart.

"What brought you to reside on Kuat now?" she asked. "Your Balmorra facility was so industrious and impressive. Is it still in operation?"

[member="Aleksandyr Gaillard"]

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

"I live here," that as all he had to say. Aleksandyr's eyes couldn't help but scrutinize every detail they touched; everything about her was kept away in his mind.

The man looked over to the droids, "Really?" He smirked. "It's befitting I suppose... You clearly can't trust another person, and well a droid can't betray you; not without interference at least." Alek walked up to one of her droids, examining its structure and appearance. Turning back to Tmoxin, he couldn't help but notice she didn't seem entirely comfortable and perhaps that had to do with what she did. Then aain why would she even come in the first place?

"I'm not mad at you," an almost pompous grin followed his statement. "But you do owe me," his hand went out with a finger pointed directly in her direction.

Alek was not an easily understood man, and if she was most people he'd probably have had her killed by now.

Lucky for her? Maybe. Lucky for him? He didn't know; yet.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

I live here.

No elaboration. Nothing more said. Aleks was being secretive. Which, of course, made Tmoxin want to know more.

But all in due time.

She returned his cocky smirk, with one of her own at the mention of her Mirari bodyguard droids. The Hapan CEO recalled that her former flame had never really traveled with a security detail, and she had always found that extremely odd. Aleks was certainly renown for being somewhat of a daredevil in the design of his innovative luxury yachts. Perhaps this audaciousness had also found its way to his personal life.

Her mind again recalled their hurried and fevered kiss in the hedge maze on Dilbana.

As he grew closer and circled around her droid, she could feel that similar electric energy between them. Yet, so much had changed since they last met. As her eyes scanned his tall, imposing form, for signs of weapons at first, and then in admiration, she did appear a little more at ease with him in proximity. Tmoxin hoped that she and Aleks would have time to catch up with all that had changed, but right now, she would accept his immediate civility as the beginning of a truce.

“I do owe you, Aleks,” she admitted. “I came here to discuss repayment so we can get back to being friends." She pressed her lips together, and took a small step towards him. But not too close yet. She had already been extremely forward in the holopic – especially for the sometimes rigid Hapan she was - and like animals in a courtship display, each smile, glance or movement was encoded in meaning. And the fun would come in breaking the code.

“My problem is that I lack the necessary funds to pay you back in full.”

Her shoulder lengths red hair caught the last rays of the sun, and with a sigh that came out as a soft purr, she said, “We’ll have to negotiate something that works for you."

Her fear appeared to have completely melted away.

[member="Aleksandyr Gaillard"]

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

Alek had no weapons on him, whether or not that was obvious depended on her observation skills. Why did he never have guards, why was he rarely armed? Those were questions he's been asked before but the man rarely answered and if he did it was never a straight one. It wouldn't be a hard guess that sometimes he was just doing it to have a bit of fun... Taking a risk here, causing a guessing game there, but at another angle it did have a habit of intimidating those he's up against. No one wants to deal with someone who's unpredictable and to walk into a potentially deadly arrangement without even a way to defend himself? That was either very brave or absolutely crazy. Both qualities were equally intimidating to most.

"I'm sure you have something in mind, yes?" He turned to face the beautiful woman he once had a particularly fun evening with.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Tmoxin did notice how unarmed he was. Her years of military service would make her incapable of not perusing the shape of someone's jacket or eyeing other locations -legs, wrists, even undergarments - where a blaster or vibrodagger could be hidden. She tended to think he wasn't an overly careless man, but perhaps being the prodigy he was, he just didn't think in terms of security at all costs.

A luxury I can no longer afford, she thought.

"I don't have the original amount which I embezzled," she said, with no trace of remorse as though reciting a grocery list. "My files were all destroyed when I left my garrison on Lok and established my company in Kamino."

Tilting her head, her eyes scanning his face, as though assessing his appetite for forgiveness she said, "But I have an amount in mind that may suffice."

A jogger suddenly came around the bend, but took one look at the two of them and the Mirari Droids and slowly backed up, running the way from which he came.

Tmoxin emitted a heavy sigh. "Aleks, must we talk in this park like two drunken derelicts? Why don’t we go out to dinner somewhere or even to a cantina for more negotiation? Or even my private yacht?"

She feared his home or apartment was out of the question, although if he offered that suggestion, she wouldn't refuse. But if wanted to stay in the secluded grove - now growing quite chilly as dusk approached - she considered using a Mind Trick on him to persuade him otherwise.

[member="Aleksandyr Gaillard"]

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

"I cannot be seen with you for very long," he retorted.

Alek's right hand slipped into his pants pocket, his other hand became the object of his visual attention briefly as he looked over little cuts that had accumulated unnoticed until now. That brief moment of attention faded before his eyes once again stared directly into hers. "Why did you contact me? Surely you didn't come all the way to Kuat to apologize." If she did, then she was more sympathetic than she gave off.

Whatever she wanted, he wasn't sure he'd be willing to provide even if what she asked for was within his power to give. He wasn't mad at her, but he didn't trust her, and as much as he was one for danger the one wrath he didn't wish to invoke just yet was that of his immediate employer, [member="Lorelei Darke"]. She was one of the few people in the galaxy he truly respected, but more than that she was the only thing keeping him from total bankruptcy. If someone as unpredictable as Tmoxin was seen spending too much time with Lorelei's new boy toy pet it could arouse the Queen's suspicion. That'd be especially not good if she found out that Tmoxin was a thief.

Still. Alek didn't want to break all ties with the Hapan, she had her uses and in more ways than one.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

He couldn’t stay long. She had come all this way for a booty call of intergalactic proprotions and now suddenly he was ready to be done with her? And of course, she planned to pay him back, but well, that was secondary to her original desire to see him. She also wanted to show him her new ship as the Hapan wasn’t sure he had ever seen the Innesco-Class yacht up close. But surely he followed new product releases from Sabia Group and Mon Cal Hypernautics so he knew of the luxury starship.

Still, something was not right about this situation, and Tmoxin whipped her head around behind her again, thinking she was caught in some kind of sting that Aleks had manufactured to capture or jail her on Kuat. The droids sensed their owner’s skittishness and shifted again menacingly. Click-clack-click.

“I contacted you because I am in the process of paying my debts off. My financial debts as well as emotional ones. And if that surprises you… I’m sorry, but I did come all this way to apologize. And I would like to be friends again.” This was spoken with a slightly indignant tone.

Friendship required trust and trust was not something she had cultivated over the years. Tmoxin could barely take care of a potted planet, much less keep that flame of trust alive between her friends and associates. It required a deviation from self-interest and wasn’t really ever something she felt that concerned her.

Until now.

Her keen eyes, which had corrective surgery so that her Hapan night vision was all but gone, focused in on his left hand.

“What are all of those cuts on your hand, Aleks?” she asked. “Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"Do you need my help?”

[member="Aleksandyr Gaillard"]

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

"I'm never in trouble; I'm always where the galaxy intends for me to be, Tmoxin." He pocketed his other hand, too, noticing the sudden change in tone from her. Clearly what he said wasn't what she wanted to hear, then again what did he ever say that someone wanted to hear? Alek sighed through his nostrils, his gaze peering upwards and towards the orbiting shipyard that extended around the world. This was where he belonged, or at least he believed that for the time being.

"Very well," he broke the brief silence that he himself created, "take me to your ship." He took out his opposite hand and gestured for her to lead the way.

"I expect the droids to be gone when we get there, however. This is between you and I, not circuits and wires." He added.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

She wasn’t quite convinced that something wasn’t wrong with Aleks, and the scratches on his hand were bizarre to say the least, but at least he wasn’t in danger, or worse, stricken with a terminal illness.

“Such a relief,” she said, her spirits buoyed by the fact that he was interested in her private ship. And what a beautiful ship it was! She really couldn’t wait to see the delight on his handsome face as he examined it. She had felt the same way when she first set eyes upon it. It was an exquisite toy that not too many beings in the galaxy were able to afford. Tmoxin’s happened to be a gift from another suitor, but Gaillard didn’t need to know that. Better to have him think she bought it with her own credits.

“This way, Aleks,” she said, walking in front of him at first, but slowly down so they would stroll side by side, her bodyguard droids behind them. The sun was low now, the sunset a brilliant mix of pink and orange sinking on the horizon, providing backlight to the starscrapers of Kuat which surrounded the park.

“I had to dock the Sovereign Stingray in a private hangar. Even though this planet is relatively safe, I wouldn’t risk keeping her in a public docking bay,” she said.

And after a short walk, they reached the hangar where Tmoxin’s gleaming silver yacht was. She engaged the ramp, and it came down with a soft hiss. Everything about the ship - the Alusteel hull, the glass viewports, the overall shape and size - was flawlessly executed, and it was clear she had kept in excellent condition.

“Would you like to examine the exterior design before we go inside?” she asked, motioning for her droids to guard the hangar exit. They would no longer follow until instructed otherwise.

[member="Aleksandyr Gaillard"]

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

Aleksandyr followed her back to the private hangar where she kept her yacht. The walk wasn't very long and when they arrived she seemed very pleased with herself, perhaps she was looking to impress him by matching his appreciation for finely designed vessels. Wasn't a bad idea; Alek loved starships, he's made several, and he was an exceptional pilot to boot. But one thing she probably didn't know is he hated competition. Back when he first inherited the company he had gained a rather negative reputation for his competitive antics.

Rude advertisements describing his competitor's starships as bantha poodoo, crashing announcements of new competitive products at galas, and his favourite was dating his rival's daughter just to spite the man. Alek observed the starship, a very careful gaze as he took in every detail. "It's not a bad ship, although what's the deal with this... Thing on the front? It reminds me of the front wing of an archaic racing vehicle, although of course aerodynamics are no longer an issue with modern starship drives; so it serves no purpose. I imagine then whoever designed the ship found that aspect aesthetically pleasing? Perhaps they were compensating for something." He decided to pay special attention to the protrusion at the front of the craft.

"Defenses seem fine, though," he gave note to the armament but no further consideration or praise in that regard. He walked around the ship, "There's a lot of panel gaps. I imagine that's because the starship is quite modular, presumably they give you a lot of options... The one thing about options is that a company only provides options because they have no idea what their customers will want. A truly great product is one everyone admires; one where you can't complain what they've provided." He spent an awful lot of time speaking of such rather minor details, although to a starship designer like him those were the details that meant the most.

Finally he turned back to Tmoxin, "Of course I imagine they must've done a finer job with the interior."

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Tmoxin knew Aleks would love the ship... or at least pick it apart like the engineer he was.

"I don't know," she answered, shrugging nonchalantly as he fussed over the design. She admittedly knew nothing of the ship build. The Hapan wasn't even a good pilot. She always employed a captain, but she had let him have the night off to find a nice restaurant on Kuat and stay in a hotel if he wished. If in a pinch, she could certainly fly the Stingray. She knew the basics from her short time in the Hapan Royal Navy, but Hapes had experienced so much peace over the years, she wasn't ever called upon to fly, other than routine fighter training.

"And yes the interior is quite exquisite," she said. "Come this way."

She led Aleks up the ramp of the ship, pointing out a few more finer details that she thought he would like. The interior was, as predicted, as luxurious as an starscraper penthouse. Tmoxin had redecorated it from the original beige walls and taupe furniture it had when she first took possession. The walls and sofa were stark white; a large monitor would display HNN mostly so she could access 24-hour finanical news.

Spoiler

Her black kitten heels clacked on the shiny floor of the yacht interior as she walked over to a small bar to the side of the living room space.

"Would you like someting to drink, Aleks?" Tmoxin asked.

[member="Aleksandyr Gaillard"]

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

Alek followed her into the ship, he rather enjoyed following -- it was a nice view. As they made their way into the ship's interior, he once again took in every detail his eyes could see but this time he remained silent. Perhaps he was pleased, or maybe he just found it unsatisfactory to further criticize design flaws; who knew with him.

Then she lead the man into a living area with plenty of space but still cozy for two, he liked white if one couldn't tell from his own designs.

Taking a seat on the sofa, "just water," he responded o her question. The man liked his alcohol and fine drinks but he didn't want to put himself into a bad situation in front of Tmoxin. Besides, she might spike any flavoured beverages. That'd be bad.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Tmoxin withdrew two glasses, filled them with ice and poured water into them from an electronic dispenser. She wouldn’t think of spiking his drink with anything because, why bother? The red-haired Hapan was a Jedi Knight now. She could easily Mind Control him if she were so inclined, and of course, the thought had crossed her mind. If she wanted to, she could alter her appearance to be even more attractive to the ship builder. But that would take all of the fun out of their current courtship display. Tmoxin also didn't like using the Force more than she had to. The Darkside of the Force extracted a price from its users, especially when it came to their looks. The Hapan executive wasn't at the point where she wanted to trade vanity for power.

Besides, Tmoxin was genuine in her desire to make amends with Aleks.

She retrieved her datapad and sat down on the sleek, white sofa next to him.

“I can have a payment plan set up from the InterGalactic Bank of Manda to your account. Don’t worry, nothing shadowy this time,” she said, showing him the account details as well as the credits she offered to pay him back and a payment schedule. “There’s even a small percentage of interest added. That's only fair, don’t you think?”

She crossed her shapely, pale legs and rested back against the sofa, turning her head to face him. She was so close and under the flattering lighting of the yacht, he would maybe be able to detect things he had not been able to see in the dark of the hedge maze on Dilbana, like a spate of soft freckles across her collarbone. As for Tmoxin, she had such a soft spot for Aleks and thought about him often even during her tenure as a Stormtrooper Commander for the One Sith. But even though she had made earlier intentions clearly known by sending him the black-corseted selfie, she didn’t dare make the first move. At times, her Hapan pride would not allow her to do exactly what she wished to do, which was to move closer and plant a kiss onto his inviting lips.

"Unless you would like some other type of payment?" she asked.

[member="Aleksandyr Gaillard"]

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

Wasn't there always something?

Money was important, credits were valuable, but they were only valuable so long as people decided they were. With the constant wars and dangerous fringe factions on the rise, it was clear such things as economics would only continue to become fragile at best.

"I don't do banks anymore... My investments become useless when the institutions continue to change hands." Was he being honest, or did was he just protecting his pride like her? Maybe it was a bit of both. He liked a bit of both.

Still; he had a line... Image is everything. That went for personal image just as much as corporate. If she wanted him to make the first move, then it was the first move she'd get. Besides. He always made the first move, it was how he got anything done in the first place. "I would be willing to negotiate other payments, I prefer flexible rates anyway." He said softly as he picked up the drink, the small glass was held in his hand but never brought to his lips. He had other things on his mind.

Alek slowly slid towards her, making the negligible space between them almost nonexistent, his free arm rested along the back of the sofa and his fingertips brushed the back of her shoulder.

I'm meeting you halfway, he thought to himself; and perhaps his synthetic, orange eyes said so.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

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Tmoxin searched Aleks's orange eyes but for what? The best of intentions? Or his own brand of deceit?​

Well, the Hapan executive certainly deserved to be punished after the way she treated the shipping magnate, but here he was offering her amnesty. Though he hadn't quite accepted any of her terms yet.

"Very clever," she said, meeting his gaze. "But where do you keep your credits? Under your mattress?" she asked, half-joking, yet half-curious about how and where his credits traveled if he didn't use a financial institution. But unlike her relationship before with Aleks, she would not meddle in his monetary concerns. It wasn't the reason that she came to see him.

As he closed the gap between them, she set her own wine glass down, but not before taking a large sip of it.

She nearly shuddered with the touch of his hand on her shoulder, but her soft breath was steady in his ear when she leaned in and said, "I can be flexible. You only need to let me know how much you would like for me to bend."

Her own manicured hand would find its way to his lap, on his thigh but inching its way towards a more intimate destination.

[member="Aleksandyr Gaillard"]

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

"Oh. I'm not going to tell you," she wanted to play games; and he knew that... Even if she were genuinely curious.

He lowered the glass down onto the table after her hands started to wander. Things were starting to become a sensitive matter, her soft whisper was suggestive as supported by the way she touched his leg. For a moment his thoughts went to two places. One: Did she actually want to get physical, or is this another ploy to get him on her good side? Two: Screw the first question, what's my next move? His own hand went atop hers, squeezing gently to tell her not so fast.

A light chuckle escaped him, "we're not in a hedge maze this time," he joked before slowly rising from the sofa. "I'd like to test the quality of this ships... Facilities. Shall we examine the bedroom?" He turned back, looking down at her.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]