The Right Touch

[Judah Lesan]

"Kessel may be under Sanctum control now, but the scars aren't from the brutish tactics of the guards. Prisoners get in fights, shivs get made. I managed to stay out of trouble, but people get made for whatever reason yeah?"

Quint wasn't sure that the Sanctum would do anything to change what the prisoners were doing to each other. There was no real way of knowing. All he knew was that life for him had never been better since he left that place behind. Quint was determined never to go there. The hug had been unexpected, but not unwanted. Why would he turn any kind of touch down from the red haired Zeltron. It was fitting in many ways considering the connection they were making, but it was over as fast as Joza had crossed the distance to give it to him.

She'd tensed up at the question. Despite the vague nature of some of the answer Quint had understood her to mean she had been a pleasure slave to the Hutt. It was a wonder she even let Quint touch her back again, or that she could even welcome his flirting. Speaking of, since when had this conversation gotten so heavy that all the flirting had stopped. It felt wrong to just start flirting again too. He sighed.

The cigarette wasn't a bad idea, but Quint didn't have any on him. The next best thing was to reach over and snatch the stick from her own hand and take a drag himself. He drew the smoke in, and let it rush from his nostril as he exhaled. Quint wasn't sure if Joza would be okay with the fact he'd done that, but it was too late. He offered the cigarette back to the woman as his other hand went to her cheek. His thumb brushed the surface of her skin. It was one of those moments where a man usually kissed a woman, but Quint hesitated.

"Yeah, but you're here. You survived. We both did. That has to mean something right. So what we got scars, but we're here, now."

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

“Yeah…” Outside intervention wouldn’t do much in terms of that. Joza had never been to prison before, and was ignorant of what it was like to really be in one, much less Kessel.

She barely noticed as he took the cigarette from between her fingers, her own thoughts creeping up on her. Joza swore she could almost hear the cheering of the audience as she screamed, each lash met with a cacophony of laughter. The Hutt had open advertised such punishments which made it all the more humiliating. Those sounds disappeared all at once as Quint laid his hand against her face. His touch was gentle—something she hadn’t felt in a while, and she suppressed a shudder. The cigarette was back between her fingers, but she made no move to take another drag from it.

“That’s right.” She echoed. “We made it.” Those words seemed to anchor her resolve to the here and now and remind her that she was not in a Hutt’s chamber or a chained up in a cell.

Her free hand would come to rest gently atop Quint’s, guiding his hand upward to push back her bangs. There was a very light scar there, but it could be felt against his fingertips. “I got this when I was hit by a flying lightsaber hilt. I was too busy dodging Sith lightning or something that I didn’t even notice it.” The corners of her lips upturned slightly and her eyes shone with humor, clearly amused by the memory. It was a silly thing, but she felt the need to lighten the mood a bit.

[member="Quint Salis"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

"You wizards and your space magic," Quint smiled as he felt the scar. It had been too light to notice before, but now that he knew it was there he could see it. He wasn't sure what he beleived about the force of not, but he knew enough to know it was real. A lot of grief had fallen on the galaxy in the name of whatever agenda the force users pledged themselves too. For Quint, it was best to stay out of it all. He avoided trouble as best as he could, when he could, unless of course it was the kind of trouble that led to a good time. The scoundrel wasn't without his faults or weaknesses.

"I wonder," he teased as the mood seemed to lighter than a few moments ago. He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on the scar. "Any better," he smiled as he led her hand to about half way up his left jaw. There was a slight bumb that could be felt there. "Fist pack to the jaw, broke the skin. The stubble hides it."

Most of Quint's scars were going to come with some kind of fight story. He'd been in more than his fair share of them. The one thing he learned was to hit first and hit hard. If he couldn't hit first then he had to keep his hands up. Quint had a small build, but he was a scrappy little fighter. The artist was also stronger than he looked. Everyone feared the big guys, but in prison, it wasn't always the big guys that caused the most problems. Quint still rememebered that fight. What he didn't tell Joza was that the punch had broken his jaw. He still stayed handsome though.

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza couldn’t help but let out a soft giggle as he kissed her faint scar, his stubble brushing briefly against her forehead. “Completely better, yes.” It was a kind, playful touch and she appreciated it.

When he moved her hand to his jaw, she winced at the explanation. “That does not sound fun.” She commented, before mirroring his actions and pressing her lips against the bump. “At least you’re still hot.” She mouthed the words against his skin, unable to keep her lips from shifting lower and pressing just beneath his ear before pulling away. When all was said and done, despite her skittishness with intimate contact, she was still a Zeltron and he was still attractive.

[member="Quint Salis"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

"No, it was not fun," he said as Joza began to press her lips in a mirror to his actions. Wasn't this an interesting turn of events for the otherwise heavy conversation. Quint wondered what Joza got out of the bet if she managed to score first. It was an odd thought of the little wager Angie and Joza had going, but there it was. His mind was certainly starting down the path of thinking if things kept going he was finally going to get to spend the night with the fantastically gorgeous Zeltron. He smiled as she told him he was hot.

His hands moved to her hips and pressed the woman's backside against the wall as he brushed her hair off the left side of her neck. "Where did this scar come from," he asked as his lips traversed the small length of it upward to her earlobe where it was taken in with his teeth. When he let it go a smirk spread across his face. "And you my dear are quite the beautiful woman."

Lips pressed to hers without a chance for her to protest. His hand tugged at the zipper of her hoodie, but didn't pull it all the way down. The smile only widened as the kiss was deepened. Quint only pulled away for breath. Biting his lower lip his flicked up to the ceiling. "You didn't have any plans for the night did you... I have an apartment just above the shop...."

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Her hormones kicking in, Joza wanted nothing more than for Quint to keep touching her. A jolt of electric satisfaction pulsed through her core as his hands found her hips, and then she realized her body was pressed against the wall. A soft gasp escaped her barely parted lips as he pressed his own against the brand burned into the side of her neck. Her head tilted to the side when he nipped at her earlobe, and had Joza been an ounce weaker her knees would have started shaking. “Don’t worry about where it came from,” Her voice came out as a husky growl, surprising even herself. But she didn’t linger, instead moving back to the task at hand.

His attention moved from her neck to her mouth, and Joza found herself kissing him back easily enough. A hand reached out to grip his shoulder, and one leg slowly lifted to brush against his hip, unconsciously giving him room to move closer to her. As they parted for air, she followed Quint’s gaze as it lifted towards the ceiling. “What’s wrong with right here?” The words escaped on a breathy chuckle as she pulled him closer. Suddenly, she froze.

From over Quint’s shoulder, she spied a face she hadn’t seen in a while—specifically Angie. And said violet haired Zeltron did not look happy. She stood outside the window of the shop, cheeks red and puffed in anger. “Oh…” Even from here, Joza could feel the negative feelings radiating from her friend. Detangling herself from Quint, she gave him an apologetic look. “Quint, I’m sorry, it’s…Angie, I should…ah…!” As the irate Zeltron stormed off, Joza bit her lip and moved after her, hoping to be able to explain her actions. But how would she...?

[member="Quint Salis"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

Don't worry about it, Quint could do that. Things with Joza were heating up to the point the tattoo artist knew he was certain to go all the way with the Zeltron. Her hungry responses to his kisses were begging him to continue the attention, and Quint was not about to disappoint. Her own responses were inviting. The leg wrapped around his hip allowed him to press his body closer to hers, and Quint did exactly that. Joza would figure out pretty quickly that he was more than ready for whatever she wanted to do in the moment.

"Here is fine," as they were about to kiss again, but Joza froze. What the hell was going on? They were about to just give in to the passion and tension they had just created and the woman stopped. This was not how a Zeltron did things certainly. Quint had slept with his fair share of them to know. His head turned to see why Joza had froze in time to hear her explain why. Dammit. "Well I suppose this means mood is gone and sex is not about to happen," Quint said as he moved out of the way for Joza to go after her friend.

What did Joza have to explain? Hadn't it been clear to Angie he was not interested in sleeping with her? Maybe Quint could help, but henjad a feeling all he would do was make matters work. The Zeltron was so persistent in sleeping with him that she wa now getting in the way of Quint hooking up with the one person he really wanted to be sleeping with. "Just blame it on me somehow. Tell her you got caught up in the moment... I mean she already thinks I'm irresistible. She can't stay made at you for long, can she?"

[member="Joza Perl"]