What's Yours is Mine!

[Judah Lesan]

Quint ran to his speeder bike as the alarm in the research and development facility went off. He had thought he accounted for everything in his disguise, but the ID had been wrong. The tattoo artist and part time smuggler had still managed to grab a small vial of the experimental nanobots the lab had been working on. The pay on this one was good, and so the risk had been high. All he had to do was beat the security chasing him back to his ship.

"Cmon start you piece of junk!" he tossed his helmet on to cover his face and tossed the lab coat aside. The felon finally got the ending started as the security ran after him on foot. He would have a considerable start. The chances he would make it back to his ship without getting caught were pretty high. At least until he heard the sound of engines coming up behind him. How bad they mobilized this fast. That was when he realized it was not the security team.

Quint ducked through the side streets. He had to lose them. The markets were busy, and his bike fit around the tight corners well enough to make it hard for anyone to follow. The space port wasn't that far away and as long as no one had recognized his face he was safe. The ship should be granted take off before anyone could stop the control tower from granting him a release. Regardless, he was going no matter what happened.

The engine roared its final sound as Quint pulled up the loading ramp. He closed it and ran right for the cockpit. Switches and buttons were flipped and pressed, then for the ignition. The engine whirred and then went quiet. "Dammit! Quint was stuck. At least no one was getting on his ship.

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

In doing her daily patrols, Joza had stopped planet side to pick up a few things. What, she couldn’t take a break? The system she was overseeing had been quiet, and usually didn’t see much of anything in the way of crime or suspicious activity. After convincing Ivan that it would only be a short trip, he reluctantly pulled their ship down and landed. The pilot elected to stay on the ship while Joza took her speeder out into the city.

She’d just finished purchasing some fruit from a local vendor—some sort of sweet tasting melon. She didn’t know what they were called, but they were good, hence her carrying an entire bag filled with fruit back to her speeder bike. The bag was heavy, so she’d been carrying it with two hands, and was unfortunately unable to see the young man weaving his way through the crowded streets on his own speeder. He’d nearly clipped Joza, causing the woman to jump back and lose her grip on the bag. The perfectly ripe, juicy melons smashed against the ground, and Joza felt her soul shatter into a million fragments. Then, she looked down and saw that the front of her outfit was covered in melon juice and pulp, and her soul got pissed.

Not keen to let this injustice go, she hopped atop her speeder and revved the engine, taking off after the vagrant who dared to ruin her good day…and her outfit. Extending the Force outwards, she managed to track the mystery man despite the fact that he’d disappeared down an alley. She trailed him back to his ship, where she’d just seen him enter before the maw closed and the engines began to hum. Grimacing, she took a step back and tapped the comm in her ear. “Ivan, contact the nearest control tower and tell them not to—“ The hum died down with a sputter, and she stopped talking.

Perhaps in a moment of cocky stupidity, the Zeltron slammed her fist against the retracted ramp with enough Force to give it a slight shake. “Open up, under the authority of the Silver Sanctum.” Instead of finishing her order to Ivan who was upset that she left him hanging, she decided to address this herself.

[member="Quint Salis"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

Quint had barely gotten the ramp closed, and heard the engines die before a loud bang was coming from the loading ramp. Quint sighed as he flipped the security camera on to see who was banging on the ship. His lips turned up into a smirk as his eyes fell onto the visage of [member="Joza Perl"]. The Zeltron always looked hot, even when she was covered in...... was that melon mess? Had she been in the market during the chase? The pink rogue did not look happy and seemed like she was going to arrest, or maybe severely hurt, whoever had made the mess. Quint knew it was him, and for what it was worth thought he could have a little bit of fun with the trouble he was about to be in.

The ramp lowered for Joza and as she carried herself up the ramp she would hear the unmistakeable voice of Quint Salis. "Please don't tell me that mess is because Angie is still angry with you over the fact we were about to sleep together?" He clicked the comm off and waited for Joza to find her way to the cockpit. A small chuckle came out of his lips as he was pretty proud of himself for this one. Best not to get too feisty because Joza still looked upset.

By the time she would arrive to the cockpit, Joza would find Quint leaning back in the pilot's seat, feet propped up on the control pannel, ankles crossed, and a wickedly devious smirk on his face. He was dressed his typical pair of skinny jeans, a maroon t-shirt this time, v-neck as usual, and his leather jacket. Combat style black boots were his go to when riding the speeder bike, so that's what he was in. A pack of cigarettes were extended out toward the Zeltron.

"Care for a smoke, love?"

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza grunted in satisfaction as the ramp lowerd, nearly stomping her way onto the ship. Whoever did this to her was going to pay, they were in—her thoughts paused as a familiar voice sounded over the comm, and she glanced upwards towards where she thought a speaker would be placed. Her teeth gritted, grinding together briefly as she recognized that voice. Oh, he was in trouble.

As she made her way into the cockpit, Joza was greeting with the sight of a smug tattoo artist waiting for her, a devilish look on his handsome face. If she hadn’t been so irritated, Joza’s first instinct might be to apologize for the interruption that night on Zeltros. She hadn’t wanted to leave him hanging, but dedication to her longtime friend had won out over a night of passion. Thankfully, Angie wasn’t here right now…or, perhaps unthankfully, she was not here to act as a buffer between the two.

She stared Quint down for a few moments before waving his offer off with a grunt. Perhaps later if things settled she’d be more tempted for a smoke.

“No, Angie got over it.” Figuring she owed him at least that much, Joza shook her head as her arms came up to cross over her chest. “You on the other hand…I’m sure you’ve dealt with a frustrated Angie before. It’s your own bad luck that you’re trapped with me, now.” As feisty as she was, the Zeltron was aware of her own temper. “Now, Mr. Salis, might I ask what you were doing back there?”

[member="Quint Salis"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

"Oh I have. She isn't used to hearing a man say no to her when it comes to sex," Quint said matter of fact like as he observed Joza's features. She was still angry. Well maybe her mood was lightening, but she was stil upset about something. It didn't take him long to figure out this wasn't a security call because of what he had taken, so it must be something else. If she had been in the market when he went through it might explain the pulp as he vaguely remebered sending some up into the air. The scoundrel frowned.

He picked his feet off the console and set them on the plated flooring of the cockpit. Joza's arms were still crossed and the smirk he was wearing still tugged at his lips. "I was hired to aquire something for someone. Others didn't like that and I had to make a getaway. That took me through the market where..." Quint used his index finger to draw a circle in the air around the pulpy mess all over Joza's chest. "I'm guessing we first ran into each other?"

Quint wanted to laugh, but he knew better. He stood up and tossed the cigarette pack onto the co-pilot seat and waved Joza back toward where the living quarters were. "You want to use my shower and clean off? I might have some clothes around you can change into in the meantime." Quint smirked playfully at the thought of having Joza naked in his shower. The irony was certainly there now that Angie wasn't there to get in the way. That had been frustrating, but Quint also didn't blame Joza for going after her friend. It did make him wonder if not sleeping with Angie had prevented things from before.

It dawned on him that Joza could know about what he had taken. If the Sanctum was going to be pulled into retrieving the prototype he had taken. Quint had left enough of the tech behind. He had just been sloppy enough to get caught, all because the ID was wrong. "You aren't here because of that thing I took are you?"

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza tisked, not bothering to hide the harshly analytical gaze she gave Quint. She ignored the offer of a shower and a change of clothes—as nice as they sounded—for the moment.

“Oh, so you’re the one I heard about?” She had a live feed of the planet’s security activity fed into her wrist mounted datapad, which still had some melon residue on it. “The nano-whatevers?” Her eyes visibly rolled. “If you give them back, I might let you off with a warning.” Certainly, she wouldn’t be letting him off the hook for ruining her outfit.

“I’ll take that shower now.” Shifting her weight onto one hip, she softly quirked a brow. She seemed to think that Quint would hand over whatever it was that he took, but it was clear that she didn’t exactly intend to go elsewhere once—if—she received them. “You’re lucky you’re cute, you know that?”

[member="Quint Salis"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

"Oh I'm famous now am I," Quint asked as he leaned against the door jam. If Joza wasn't going to go in, he wasn't going to let her through exactly. His smile teased with her a bit as he let himself enjoy the humor of the situation. She was content to stay in mess for what, a quick little scolding and to ask him to give the nano tech back. Quint shrugged as he put on the most innocent looking face he could muster. If it wasn't for the fact he was incredibly guilty one might even see him trying to conjur a halo above his head.

"What do you suppose I get in return for that, hmm," Quint asked as he folded his arms over his chest. "See the guy that hired me to do this is paying me a lot of credits for the small vial in the left pocket of my leather jacket. I might get in trouble if I just give it back, but maybe someone could say... steal it and leave me some of the tech, so I don't get into too much trouble." that was as close as he was going to get to a compromise.

Fortunately, Joza seemed ready for that shower and was going to leave it alone for now. She wanted to stick around for a bit. The right corner of Quint's mouth turned up into a smirk as he pumped his eyebrows a bit. He wasn't moving. The scoundrel tattoo artist just stayed stuck in her way. "You think I'm cute huh? It's a shame that mess you got all over you. You gonna be able to get it all by yourself or you need some help?"

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

“Stop that.”

She didn’t exactly specify what that was, but Quint knew. They both knew. And he’d likely deny it, teasing her again in the process. And she’d get frustrated. But she knew she would, and she did it anyway.

“I’ll deal with the stolen goods later. Don’t you think about hiding them, either. If I really wanted to, I could read your mind.” Joza’s hand twitched as she thought about tapping him against the temple—or slapping him—to illustrate her point. But she did neither, letting her vague threat waver in the air. Would he even take her seriously? Was she just talking herself up to try and seem more intimidating?

Regardless, the corner of Joza’s lip would lift in a mock snarl. “I’ll be fine on my own, Quint.” She paused, seeing as how he didn’t plan on moving. “You can move now. Unless you’d rather have me do it for you.” A brow arched, as she fought the urge to toss him against the wall like a sack of potatoes with the help of space magic. She wouldn’t actually do it, seeing as how they were…friends?...and that would be mean, anyway.

“Don’t try anything clever, either.”

[member="Quint Salis"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

"Stop what?"

Quint smirked playing up the false innocence.

"Go ahead and read my mind I dare you," he said staring her down with a playful look. He ignored what she said about the stollen property. His arms stayed crossed as he waited to see if she would actually go through with reading his mind or not. This was fun to him. Yes, he was aware she may not like this, and that she would read his mind. If she did all that would be discovered is how much he really wanted to follow her into the shower.

His arms unfolded when he was told to move. He shrugged. "I guess causing the mess in the first place has lost me shower rights hmm?" Naturally Quint was laying it on thick. This encounter was not the more serious or intimate encounter they had in his shop, though the connection they had made that night still lingered in his mind. Joza was already someone that was not easily forgotten, but after that night, despite the fact things came to a sudden hault, Joza was the one gal he couldn't get out of his mind. That's why he didn't challenge her further beyond the teasing. A smile curled the corners of his mouth upward as he moved out of the way. "I can't promise I won't try. I'm still upset with Angie's impeccable timing."

Hopefully Joza didn't take that the wrong way. It wasn't that he was upset with Angie, or even that he was only interested in sleeping with Joza. Quint was well aware they had been in a moment that would have lended itself to a wonderful night of passion. What Quint was upset with was that the opportunity to find out what exactly had been laying under the surface of that moment was not given a thorough exploration. There was something else Joza would find in Quint's mind if she ever did press the issue and that was whatever thoughts jumbled around his mind about what exactly it was the two of them had. Were they just friends or...?

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Oh, he was challenging her. Joza both relished and despised challenges, and this one was no different. Making good on her thread, she worked her way into Quint’s mind, prodding his thoughts gently. She wouldn’t try to speak to him or do anything creepy, but withdrew her mental feelers almost as quickly as she’d brandished them. Of course he was thinking those sorts of thoughts, he was a guy. A guy she’d almost slept with.

And still, Joza entertained the very same thoughts. Contrary to popular belief, women were just as apt to indulge in such things as men. Joza clicked her tongue. “I am too, admittedly. Now move, this mess is starting to soak in. And if you could find me some clothes, it would be appreciated.” Her tone was a bit sterner than it should be for someone making demands, but this was Quint. She wasn’t about to take him in for processing or anything, either.

Unable to help herself, she allowed herself another glimpse into his mind, trying to figure out what, if any game he was playing beyond the obvious. Arching a brow, she shook her head gently, but said nothing. As much as she enjoyed Quint’s company, the Zeltron did not want things to get too serious between them. She wasn’t the type for relationships—as evidenced by the one that went up in flames—and figured she’d only hurt him in the end.

Rolling her eyes, she sighed. "I said move. I haven't got all day, you know!"

[member="Quint Salis"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

Quinct had moved, enough for Joza to barely slip by. Eventually he just nodded. The hunt for clothes was going to get him out of the room for any thoughts of following up on any funny business he might have been planning. As much as things were playful between them the two also had a way to make things pretty serious, and Quint figured that if he didn't move Joza would seriously follow through with her threat to move him herself. He didn't want to find out. "I might have some things of Inna's around somewhere. You two are about the same size I think."

It was no secret Quint had an on again off again thing with another Zeltron going. He was even sure he'd mentioned something to Joza in passing. Quint wasnt sure what she knew or didn't know. Since he wasn't Force Senssitive there was no way he knew she had just gone through his mind twice. Honestly if he knew she knew what his mind was processing he may be embarrased. There was not much that made Quint blush, but the secrets in his mind may if the right people got a hold of them. Quint wasn't in love with Inna, and he wasn't sure he was in love with anyone. Maybe it was just like a guy to be that way, but for whatever reason he wanted to be seen as more than what he likely was.

The scoundrel walked off to let Joza have the privacy of cleaning off the mess. If there was anything of Inna's on the ship it would be in the foot locker she used when they used Quint's ship for work. They were more off than they were on these days, but whenever In a wanted her dose of Quint he was dumb enough to give in. The fact the woman could push the pheromones didn't help anything, and Quint actually appreciated the fact Joza didn't let them go wild when she was around. It would likely be easy too.

Quint chuckled at the irony of what he found. The tank and pants was certainly something Inna liked to wear, and it was all he could find. All that meant was the clothes had been left behind as some go bag item if needed. Joza was likely in the shower still, so Quint walked back into the room and laid the clothes on the bed.

"Found something. It's on the bed for you, unless you want it in there with you," he said as he waited by the exit for an answer.

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

At the mention of someone called Inna, Joza’s brows raised. The Zeltron was no stranger to flings, or whatever it was he had with this woman. “Got yourself a girlfriend? I may be a whore, but I’m not a homewrecking whore.” She chuckled, clearly amused by her own words. If he did have a thing with this Inna, she certainly hoped that it wasn’t serious. And if it was, well…she’d just have to hold back.

Regardless, she would head off to the refresher to take a much needed shower. Peeling off her shirt, she grimaced as some of the pulpy mess sloshed to the floor with a very unattractive plop. Removing the rest of her clothes, Joza would have folded them if they weren’t dirty—but they were so they’d be left in a pile near the shower for now.

As she finished up, Joza grabbed her clothes and soaked them under the head of the shower, rinsing them the best she could. She’d likely have to use some sort of stain remover, but at least most of the pulp was gone. “Sure, bring them in.” She called back to Quint nonchalantly, exiting the shower and setting her clothes to dry on the towel rack.

[member="Quint Salis"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

Joza wanted the clothes in the fresher. Quint scooped them back up and walked into the ensuite without any idea of what he was about to see. Why he thought she might be in a towel when she was a Zeltron was beyond him, but there she was in all her naked glory and Quint certainly was getting an eyeful. It seemed everytime they were together he was getting to see more and more of the woman. Had she been that naked in his the tattoo parlor when Angie had interrupted their moment of passion there was no way he would have let Joza go. Of course Quint didn't gulp, and there was little surprise on his face, but he was a little inside.

"Here, and she's not a girlfriend... Some on again off again thing I can't seem to say no to. Zeltron's and there pheromones you know."

Quint shrugged as he handed Joza the clothes and noticed the pile on the floor. Now he was feeling bad about the mess and figured he should either get them cleaned or offer to replace them. He couldn't help but smirk at the fact he still had all his clothes on, and she just let him into the shower in the first place things would be equitable. However, he also got a good view of every scar she possessed. Despite that she was still amazingly beautiful.

"Gods your beautiful," he found himself saying without even really knowing where that came from. Well he knew where it came from. Quint was of the opinion she was the most beautiful Zeltron he'd ever laid eyes on. The fact he let slip like some teen with no experience was what surprised him. He was usually way cooler and more collected than that.

"What about you? Gotta boyfriend?"

These were the questions they should have been asking in the tattoo parlor, but one thing had been certain about that night. The sexual tension had been high, and the draw to relieve it had been even higher, for them to even think about figuring that out.

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Typically with this sort of thing, Joza would take her time dressing. She would move slowly, with subtle sexual undertones and tease her audience. She was aware of her own sexual prowess, even with inviting Quint into the room as she was still nude. Considering what had gone on between them, she decided against teasing him…for the moment, anyway.

“Oh, I know.” Chuckling lowly, she slipped the pair of pants on, wiggling to get them up to her hips. “Believe it or not, I’ve taken advantage of my natural abilities before.” The words were spoken to imply that she’d done so many times—whether it was true or not. She paused before pulling the shirt over her head as he called her beautiful, pausing. The Zeltron was no stranger to compliments on her looks, but something in her was surprised to hear it. Even with her scarred body, he still seemed…sincere.

As he deflected the question back to her, she adjusted the tank top around her body, trying to get it to cover more of her ample cleavage but in the end just left things as they were. It was only them, anyhow. Humming, Joza shook her head. “Not anymore, no. Protip: Don’t date Sith Lords.” She chuckled mirthlessly, shaking her head again. Turning towards Quint, a smirk snaked its way onto her face. “You think I would have let you bang me if I had a man?”

[member="Quint Salis"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

"You have!? I'm shocked," Quint said with feigned surprise. Naturally he was not surprised one bit, but that was because the woman was a Zeltron after all. There wasn't a single one which had not used their pheromones to their own advantage. Quint was just grateful she did not toy with him. Even the way she put the clothes on in a non teasing manner was appreciated. He was the type that liked it when people were direct with him, especially when it came to sex. There was no reason to tease if there was going to be no hanky panky, and far as Quint was concerned he wasn't sure if that would ever happen between the two of them. Despite the tension being thick, there was always something that got in the way.

Quint almost laughed as Joza was trying to figure out how to get her boobs to fit in tank. When she quit he nodded. "I don't think that was designed to actually hold those..." He would have smiled but then came the ex Sith Lord boyfriend bomb. That was a shock. For whatever Quint took Joza to be, someone who could be with a Sith was not one of them. For once he didn't know what to think. That was quite the revelation about her, but explained a few things perhaps. Fortunately Quint was the type to judge. He was an ex-convict after all.

"Considering you went after Angie instead of what we were about to do, no I don't think you would have." Quint could have been wrong about that, but she had proven some loyalty. It was enough to make him think she would at least think twice about cheating. Zeltron's were not known for fidelity, but it was possible.

Quint exited the fresher and plopped on his bed. The nanotechnology was still in his pocket. Joza hadn't made a move for it and didn't seem to want to quote yet. Might as well test that out...

"You hungry? Can't go out cuz I'm wanted, but I'm a mean cook!"

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

“I used to be that way.” She reached back to brush the hair away that had gotten stuck in the shirt as she pulled it over her head. Joza was referring to her little quip on fidelity. “Darth Boyfriend was not happy about that. Can’t blame him.” She shrugged. Polyamory was common among their people, but Joza had enough of a moral compass to drop a potential hookup in favor of going after a hurt friend. Even though she did like Quint and would have liked to continue what they were doing in his tattoo parlor, Angie came first in that situation. Cue release joke.

Joza gave up on the skimpy fabric, figuring that at least Quint didn’t mind. The shirt did make her chest look good.

She followed him out of the fresher, arms crossed over her chest in such a way that it didn’t make the girls pop out any more than they already were. A brow arched as he flopped down onto the bed, but she made no aggressive moves. If she really wanted to, she could probably just rough him up, restrain him or something—and take what she came for. What that was well…ambiguous at this point.

“Seeing as how you made me wear my lunch, you owe me a meal.” She stated in a matter of fact tone, hands coming to rest at her hips. Joza fought a smirk that threatened to break onto her face. “Chop chop, smuggler boy.”

[member="Quint Salis"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

"You could if you wanted to," Quint retorted with a quick reply. "I mean for one thing if someone is going to be in a relationship with a Zeltron they have to be okay with the fact they are a Zeltron. Call me strange, but there are too many guys out there who want to their women to change for them... as I see it if the gal is worth the guy needs to change for her, and if he wont, then he never cared anyway."

Fidelity was a sticky subject with Quint as it was. He grew up a criminal, drug runner, and as a teenager in that environment he got his kicks when he wanted with whom he wanted regardless of anyone's status or lack of stats. Things had changed over time. The value of actually making some kind of commitment had been impressed on him, but there were times when you just saw what you wanted and had to take it. He always surmised you could take the felon out of crime, but you could never truly take crime out of the felon. Everyday was struggle to not return to who he had been. Some days were harder than others. Like today, Quint still had the tech, Joza still hadn't made a move for it. Right now the inner struggle was to give it back to show Joza he actually could be a good boy, or keep it just keep their little game going.

His eyes rolled with an upturned half smirk. He chuckled a bit. "I can't help that the market was the easiest way to get that security detail off my tail. It's not like took everything they had and if my ID would have checked out I would have been free and clear." There was a hint of irritation in his voice as he kept beating himself up for being so sloppy with the details. Though there was one consolation thought. "If I would have gotten away with it then I wouldn't have had the joy of having you on my ship and seeing you naked in my fresher. Quint chuckled again. "Which is why I am making you lunch, and the fact that today, Angie is not here."

Whether Quint was teasing or not was up to Joza to figure out. They were friends at least, but what that friendship exactly entailed was yet to be seen. The term that almost applied to their relationship was lovers, even if it would have only been that one time in his tattoo parlor. Angie had gotten in the way of discovering how far that could have gone. Quint shrugged it all off however. He just liked having Joza around. She was fun, and it was lunch time.

His ship's galley wasn't large, but he could manage a few things. A few fresh fruits were in the cold storage, one of them happening to be what Joza had been wearing when she arrived several minutes ago. He offered it to her as a piece offering. "It's all I have, but something tells me you had your heart set on it." Turning back he rummaged through what he had and managed to put together a leafy salad and club sandwich. It wasn't much, but he wasn't about to attempt to pull out what he was saving for dinner. Those ribs wouldn't cook up for lunch fast enough anyway.

"So, how come you haven't made your move to arrest me yet," he asked in all seriousness as he set the plates of food at the lounge table.

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza’s arms came to cross over her chest when the subject of fidelity came up, smirk thinning out into a near frown as she thought. “Zeltrons are tricky when it comes to monogamy. It can be done, and being a Zeltron is no excuse when it comes to betraying trust or standard in a relationship. That is, if they’re expected to be monogamous. If their partner is okay with sleeping around, then…not my place to get involved, I suppose. Usually we settle down later.” She shrugged.

“I could say the same about women wanting their men to change. When it comes down to it, you gotta compromise, and sometimes certain traits are deal breakers. Doesn’t have much to do with gender. At least, that’s my take on it.” She shrugged again, as if to wash her hands of any weight her opinions would have.

Joza followed him out of the room and into the galley, arms still crossed over her chest. “So you’re making me lunch in hopes of seducing me? I certainly hope you’re a gourmet chef.” When he produced one of the melons she’d had earlier, her eyes widened a bit before she snatched it from his hand with a bit more bravado than necessary. “Hm…” Biting into it, she reveled in the smooth texture and the sweet taste. Sighing, she allowed herself a few moments to enjoy the fruit before chewing and swallowing, brows arching at Quint’s question.

“Oh, I don’t need to arrest you.” She stated matter-of-factly before taking another bite. This time she didn’t savor it for as long, swallowing quickly to continue. “Fact is, I could have had you incapacitated moments after I got onto your ship. Painfully so, considering you ruined my lunch and my shirt.” She gave him a pointed look but continued, her tone light and unhindered by the fact that she was casually chilling with a somewhat criminal.

“I’ll be getting the nanotech either way. But patrol is boring and you’re fun, so I’ll stick around before making my leave.” A wide smirk curled across her face. “And if you’re a good boy, I might not turn you in.” She took another bite of the melon, sighing in satisfaction again.

[member="Quint Salis"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

"I could start kissing your scars again," Quint said with a smirk as he decided they were done talking about fidelity. The truth was neither of them were exactly the faithful types. After everything was said and done there was one fact which remained. Had Angie not interrupted the two would have had sex without even asking whether or not there was someone else in their lives. It wasn't a stain or a knock on either of them. It was simply who they were, and Quint was more than okay with that. There was a lot he needed to be forgiven for, and he was not about to project some kind of moral position on someone else when his past was littered with many splotches of dirt and mud.

Joza seemed to enjoy the melon. Quint was glad he could make up for it in some small way. "I wasn't thinkiing about seducing you with my cooking skills... but now that you mention it I have dessert supplies in the pantry." Quint just smiled wide with his eyes as he took a bite of the sandwich he had made. There was one for Joza as well, and the meat for dinner had been pulled out to thaw. If she would stick around for dinner he could show her some real skills. That is if she wasn't set on getting what he had stolen. "I was going to make up those ribs there if you wanna stick around for dinner. I still technically owe you that date." He was not above anything when it came to trying to get Joza to stick around. One thing was true, whether it was his kindness to her, her pheromones, or their commonalities, there was usually a good dose of tension around them.

Quint set his sandwich down as Joza reminded him she could take the tech whenever she wanted. This is exactly what he liked about her. She wasn't dead set on being on patrol, she wasn't even dead set on turning him in. At least she knew his past, and likely knew another felony on his record could put him away for awhile. He considered it every time he agreed to take a job. One mistake, like the one he had made with the badge, and it could see him locked up for a long time. There was too much going on in his life to go back. His eyes looked on to Joza, a serious note to them. "You don't have to worry about that in the end, love. If I went back to jail it would be a long time before we could see each other again, and that isn't something I want to consider." Even if all this was was just a friendship that happened to involve flirting and whatever else they decided it included. One thing was certainly true, the woman was the one person in his life that was remotely anywhere close to being a conscience for the criminal. "The only thing really to concern yourself with is what kind of fun do you want to have, and how you are going to define that word "good."

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza knew that Quint didn’t want to go back to prison. Who would? Especially after experiencing Kessel, who knows what sort of sentence he’d get. Then again, she wasn’t entirely aware of how high priority the nano-whatever was.

“I’m certain that you don’t want to go back to jail for other reasons. Reasons beyond teasing me, I mean.” Musing almost to herself, the Zeltron rolled her eyes playfully. This was the most flirtatious take-down she’d ever been in, and there had been a lot before. There was no undertone of malice or deadly intent, rather the pair were being mischievous and flirty with little risk. Well, some risk…but Joza figured she didn’t have to worry about Quint pulling out a shiv and stabbing her to death. Not when they’d been so close to sleeping with eachother!

“Good,” She paused to take another bite of the melon’s flesh, chewing hastily before swallowing. “Means that you do whatever I say, Mr. Silas. I am, after all, The Law.” She couldn’t help a large grin as she spoke, finding the words ridiculous. Joza herself had broken her fair share of laws dispensing her own brand of justice.

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