angry!claire for starkiller_sith
Starkiller smirked as he watched something delicate and vase-like went flying past his head, shattering in a spray of colored glass and water as the exotic flowers fell to the floor. He looked back to the petite blonde who stood in her quarters, once more amused by the fact that such a tiny woman could hold so much darkness inside of her. She would have been a good Sith if she had even a spark of the Force inside of her.
“Clearly patience isn’t a virtue for you.” He commented as he pushed away from the wall, watching her closely.
“Fuck virtues.” She spat at him irritably, barely able to reign in the anger and the desire to simply hurt something.
He watched her, barely able to hide the fact that he was fighting off a smirk as the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. “Going to tell me what’s wrong?” He asked, arching a brow at her as he folded his arms over his chest.
“One of the Senators I have been dealing with, I have received information that he is working behind my back to undermine my plans.” Something she didn’t take too lightly. It was fine if she betrayed someone but she wouldn’t stand for someone doing it to her.
“What are you going to do now?” He asked, watching her curiously.
Perhaps it was the question or maybe she suddenly realized he was there but, in an instant, her entire demeanour changed. She relaxed as a slow smile slid across her lips, her eyes taking on a darker hue as she focused on him instead. Once again he sensed the dangerously seductive call as the anger melted away, leaving him a little unsettled as she took a few steps closer to him.
“We’re going to go see him.” She decided with a low, husky chuckle as she came to a stop in front of him. She felt every muscle in his body tighten as she lifted a hand to slide her fingers over his chest. It was a reaction she enjoyed from him and the smirk on her mouth took on more of a devilish edge. “I want to see him face to face, tell him what I’ve heard and see his reaction to it. I’m sure I’ll be able to tell if he’s lying or not and if I can’t, I’m sure you can. You’re so very talented after all.”
He lifted his chin, refusing to let her words stroke his ego but she watched his smirk echo her own. “And what if we find out he’s lying?” He asked, already anticipating her answer.
“Then you kill him.” She said it plainly, as though it was the answer that most made sense. Because, to them, it did.
“So I’m your assassin now?”
“No.” Her hand slid from his chest, lifting high to where she could curl her hand against his cheek. His skin was surprisingly soft against her fingertips as she caressed his cheekbone lightly, teasing his senses as though she were attempting to cloud his mind with other thoughts and desires beyond what they were talking about.
“Then what am I?” It was a dangerous question.
“You’re my partner and, one day, you’ll be the Sith Lord everyone will bow to. Even me.” She purred softly, proving once more that an angry woman could be a dangerous one when she was offering the world on a shiny, silver platter.
wc: 575
[Starkiller is starkiller_sith, and is used with lots of love and permission]
“Clearly patience isn’t a virtue for you.” He commented as he pushed away from the wall, watching her closely.
“Fuck virtues.” She spat at him irritably, barely able to reign in the anger and the desire to simply hurt something.
He watched her, barely able to hide the fact that he was fighting off a smirk as the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. “Going to tell me what’s wrong?” He asked, arching a brow at her as he folded his arms over his chest.
“One of the Senators I have been dealing with, I have received information that he is working behind my back to undermine my plans.” Something she didn’t take too lightly. It was fine if she betrayed someone but she wouldn’t stand for someone doing it to her.
“What are you going to do now?” He asked, watching her curiously.
Perhaps it was the question or maybe she suddenly realized he was there but, in an instant, her entire demeanour changed. She relaxed as a slow smile slid across her lips, her eyes taking on a darker hue as she focused on him instead. Once again he sensed the dangerously seductive call as the anger melted away, leaving him a little unsettled as she took a few steps closer to him.
“We’re going to go see him.” She decided with a low, husky chuckle as she came to a stop in front of him. She felt every muscle in his body tighten as she lifted a hand to slide her fingers over his chest. It was a reaction she enjoyed from him and the smirk on her mouth took on more of a devilish edge. “I want to see him face to face, tell him what I’ve heard and see his reaction to it. I’m sure I’ll be able to tell if he’s lying or not and if I can’t, I’m sure you can. You’re so very talented after all.”
He lifted his chin, refusing to let her words stroke his ego but she watched his smirk echo her own. “And what if we find out he’s lying?” He asked, already anticipating her answer.
“Then you kill him.” She said it plainly, as though it was the answer that most made sense. Because, to them, it did.
“So I’m your assassin now?”
“No.” Her hand slid from his chest, lifting high to where she could curl her hand against his cheek. His skin was surprisingly soft against her fingertips as she caressed his cheekbone lightly, teasing his senses as though she were attempting to cloud his mind with other thoughts and desires beyond what they were talking about.
“Then what am I?” It was a dangerous question.
“You’re my partner and, one day, you’ll be the Sith Lord everyone will bow to. Even me.” She purred softly, proving once more that an angry woman could be a dangerous one when she was offering the world on a shiny, silver platter.
wc: 575
[Starkiller is starkiller_sith, and is used with lots of love and permission]