Fun -- Salama & Andi
Characters: Salama, Andr - Andi - THE SITH INQUISITOR PIRATE DUDE WITH THE SEXY VOICE.
Summary: So I can't spell Andi's full name quite yet, which is why this thing has no names.
But it's Salama and he, having a chat after their first bout of "fun".
Warnings: Nothing explicit, but oblique mentions of sex, and nudity. Written while very sleep deprived in iA Writer, still getting the hang of using the tablet for typing.
“So tell me.” His voice, damn it all, was impeccably delicious, like smooth choco in her ears, and it took all of her resolve to look impassive.
He had been a marvelous lay, but his propensity for pillow talk was surprising. Not that she minded; she simply didn't expect it from him.
“Yes?” She turned toward him in the bed, the sheets slipping down over her nude body to coil around her hips.
He glanced at her exposed torso, smirking slightly, but remained otherwise silent. His fingers brushed against her cheek, her lips, down to her collar, examining the raised patterns of scars. “Are these --” He frowned down at her.
“Brands, yes,” she replied wryly. “The part where I told you I was a slave is no fiction.”
“Why--” He looked away, shaking his head. “I shouldn’t pry. Sorry.”
She moved against him, her ample breasts pressing into his shoulder, allowing herself this fleeting moment of physical affection. “Everybody gets them,” she murmured, “but if you're extra mouthy, like I was, sometimes they’ll be a little crueler regarding their placement.”. She rubbed her index finger over her lips. “And you can clearly see how well a brand across my mouth shut me up.”
Smiling despite himself, he ran his fingers through her hair. “Ah, you’re still pretty,” he remarked, lifting the arm she was cuddled against and putting it around her shoulders. “If it were me, though -- I'd kill the fuckers. Especially if I had Force tricks.”
“Perhaps I’ll do that,” she said lazily. “And perhaps we can cease this prattle about boring things and get back to having fun.”
“I like where your mind’s at, Sith.” He laid her down onto the mattress again, smiling against her skin when she breathed his name.
He was happy to give her what she wanted; and she was happy to take it.
Summary: So I can't spell Andi's full name quite yet, which is why this thing has no names.
But it's Salama and he, having a chat after their first bout of "fun".
Warnings: Nothing explicit, but oblique mentions of sex, and nudity. Written while very sleep deprived in iA Writer, still getting the hang of using the tablet for typing.
“So tell me.” His voice, damn it all, was impeccably delicious, like smooth choco in her ears, and it took all of her resolve to look impassive.
He had been a marvelous lay, but his propensity for pillow talk was surprising. Not that she minded; she simply didn't expect it from him.
“Yes?” She turned toward him in the bed, the sheets slipping down over her nude body to coil around her hips.
He glanced at her exposed torso, smirking slightly, but remained otherwise silent. His fingers brushed against her cheek, her lips, down to her collar, examining the raised patterns of scars. “Are these --” He frowned down at her.
“Brands, yes,” she replied wryly. “The part where I told you I was a slave is no fiction.”
“Why--” He looked away, shaking his head. “I shouldn’t pry. Sorry.”
She moved against him, her ample breasts pressing into his shoulder, allowing herself this fleeting moment of physical affection. “Everybody gets them,” she murmured, “but if you're extra mouthy, like I was, sometimes they’ll be a little crueler regarding their placement.”. She rubbed her index finger over her lips. “And you can clearly see how well a brand across my mouth shut me up.”
Smiling despite himself, he ran his fingers through her hair. “Ah, you’re still pretty,” he remarked, lifting the arm she was cuddled against and putting it around her shoulders. “If it were me, though -- I'd kill the fuckers. Especially if I had Force tricks.”
“Perhaps I’ll do that,” she said lazily. “And perhaps we can cease this prattle about boring things and get back to having fun.”
“I like where your mind’s at, Sith.” He laid her down onto the mattress again, smiling against her skin when she breathed his name.
He was happy to give her what she wanted; and she was happy to take it.