The Home of a Titan

[Danger Arceneau]

Danger would bid the woman adieu, and minutes later would see her emerald gaze pan over to the CEO of Titan Industries. There it was, that cocky smug smile that crept over his lips.

A short hmph came from her, the woman leaning back against the table. A soft push against the surface and Danger would find herself sitting on top of it.

One slender curvy right leg would swing over to cross over her right, the part of her dress revealing skin just past her knee. Oh ever so proper, but there was a point to it all.

"I think that broadening horizons are quickly approaching." she'd say with notable catty amusement. There was devilry in her eyes, one that would reveal itself just a bit further with privacy.

"And that you've been a very busy Spark Bee." She would lean back a bit, canting her head to the right. "I like it."

 

[Alric Kuhn]

Alric smiled at her.

Slowly he made his way towards her, footsteps echoing in the massive empty hall. The smirk was still located on his face, and as he made his way over to her it seemed to only grow wider. He stopped in front of her, placing on rough hand on her knee.

“I have.” He said to her. “The station will be completed in a month. At that point it will start servings its real purpose.”

He applied slight pressure to her knee forcefully uncrossing her legs so that he could move between them and get closer to her, sliding his hands onto her hip and planting a kiss on her lips. “Do you like the view?”

The Quasar was incredibly important. Sure it was beautiful, but it would provide natural cover for the station as well, keep it secret. No scans, no matter how thorough, would be able to detect Titan Station out here within the bleak abyss. A genius bit of thinking that had been.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Alric would wedge himself closer, parting dangerous seas.

The fleeting press upon her lips would be met with a provocative bite to the aggressor, teeth giving a grazing nibble and tug of his lower lip before setting him free. Yet she wouldn't leave without another prize, for her hand would lift to delicately tug the sunglasses he wore, well aware of the reasons he used them for.

At his question, at his proximity, Danger would lift her lashes, getting a better look at that visage that was closer than it had been, climbing back up to lock upon the bright blue of his eyes. Auburn strands that clung to her cheek went slipping back when her head craned back a little more, a faint smile took her lips and her eyes would drift back towards the view of the Quasar.

"I," the word hung in the air, and drifted into obscurity. A moment more and that throaty rasp would cut the distance between them, "...find it quite stimulating."

There was a noticeable chill in the air. Had to be right? What with the fabric of her dress being so thin it was telling.

"So, what is its real purpose then?" A wondering slipped through her psyche at just what that little bit of revelation would unravel, and pursuant to that, whether she should like said unraveling, and if so, what then? It was a game you see. A game between her and he.

"Enlighten me..." Her hand would curl the glasses into place by the table, while her free hand would start its own chart. It began at the collar of his shirt, a lone finger slowly trailing down over his jacket before sliding down underneath to run across his abdomen.

It was all about the contrast of sensations, she understood well that Alric now was a man who appreciated that.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

He grinned as she took his glasses.

Those had gotten her into trouble more than once...well not trouble per say, but he had used them against her in amusing way. The feel of her touch was quite nice, almost relaxing. It was not something that he got a lot of nowadays, relaxation. He supposed that was why they played this game of theirs, why they came together at all. Both of them were Titans of industry, both of them sat within seats of power, and both of them worked a ludicrous amount compared to the rest of the galaxy,

They needed some way to relax.

"Records." He said quietly. "Titan Isn't the cleanest corporation, but ti keeps records of every detail, every little thing it does. Before they were stored on Coruscant. That's become...too dangerous. So it will all be put here."

His hands vacated her hips for a few moments, waving to all around them before he returned his palms to those oh so familiar places. His thumbs would press into her, digging into familiar spots. "Can't have my secrets getting out, can I?"

He smirked at her, almost kissing her again before backing off slightly.

She was one of those secrets after all, though hardly the most dangerous. Titan Industries claimed to be an environmental company, claimed to be helping people, but in reality it was a war machine unlike any other. Most people blamed the One Sith for all the destruction and death currently in the galaxy, but while The One Sith provided the motive, Titan provided the means.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

A throaty chuckle would come bubbling forth.

"Nor mine..." she'd say, her words a breathy whisper as her hand went curling around the length of his tie, tugging him down to close the distance between them.

"Trust me, Alric," Danger smiled ever so slightly against his lips. The way he spoke, the way he'd smirk would provoke several thoughts and flickers of imagery wafting across her psyche. Therein a heated look would pass between them, her darkening eyes pinning him willingly to that viewport framing that Quaser.

"You couldn't handle all my secrets." a challenge cast, and a wager made. She had made her serve and so would he, only to be kicked up another notch as his smug discovery would curl fingers on straps of lace. Both sank into a passionate embrace, the heady intoxicating light of that celestial event the only witness.

Who won in the end didn't really matter.

Not to the pleasure of business and the business of pleasure.