Title: Jaxxon's Twi'leks 18-- Buck and Doe
author : helgaleena helgaleenas@yahoo.com
Series: post-TPM, pre Star Wars: Twilight
Rating: NC-17
Category: het
Warning: slash, interspecies, prostitution implied.
Disclaimer: Lucas is god of Star wars and owns everything; I am nothing
Summary: the continuing story of Jaxxon and Quinlan Vos. Jaxxon bargains with an old acquaintance on Nar Shaddaa. Green rabbit porn.
sept. 2005
More on Jaxxon at web-strip Jaxxon's 11 at theforce.net--
http://www.jaxxons11.com
from http://swfanfic.livejournal.com/34289.html
previous episodes-- http://www.livejournal.com/users/hlglne/5044.html
He could see her standing there, pale green ears angled back but alert, through the open doorway. Her contacts must have let her know the minute he set foot on the moon, if not before.
Jaxxon had decided to drop by Billina's, the brothel he'd almost gotten shanghaied into joining, while visiting scenic Nar Shaddaa, the Smuggler's Moon. It was the kind of place where blackmail could be a lucrative sideline. So he thought they could make use of some of the memory jewels he'd picked up on the way through Roon, by way of financing his expedition back to Coachelle. And Billina would always be glad to see him; there weren't that many Lepi hopping loose in the galaxy.
At a meter and a half, she was petite, even for a doe. All she had on was a sleeveless shift that barely covered her dugs, like some Askhajian temptress. The aroma of her permeated the place. Jaxxon wondered if she had it piped into every room, maybe vented into the street, to drive the customers wild. It certainly affected him that way. And she must have smelled him coming, because here she was, grinding up against him, not four feet inside the entryway, bare green legs wrapped around one of his already. Her shaggy ears were straining forward, trying to brush up against his; he twitched them impatiently away, as her hands started running up and down his back.
"Hello, Billina."
"Loverboy, what have you got for me?"
As if she didn't know. She dealt with Bib Fortuna, his former boss, all the time. They were probably both in the Bib-licking club. And she'd seen him naked as often as anyone but his mother. So it boiled down to business before pleasure. His hands, still gauntleted, went around her wrists, to still her. Her hips kept undulating against him nonetheless. He saw that her brows and lashes had been cosmetically darkened. What next, shaving? But he had to admit it looked nice against her pastel coloring.
"Roon memory jewels. Lots of them. Bet you could use one in every room. How many rooms have you got again? "
If Billina was annoyed to be talking business, she didn't let on. Her blackened lashes batted up and down, as she reckoned her starting offer. "Twenty-- so I'll give you five thousand." Her right claws began toying with his zip, and he let her, gauntleted fists still around her wrists.
Sweetly he crooned in reply-- "Hutch; that's no profit at all for a hard-working boy like me-- even if you throw in the value of the shag." This time, it was Jaxxon's hips doing the undulating, too. Why was it that talking business with Billina was as arousing as dirty nothings in his ear, from some other female? Must be the doe factor... He could sense her quickening respiration, as it pressed her six nipples into him through the red coverall. A lateral sway, and the distance between those six points shifted enough to turn all the rectangles into trapezoids, and he was glad of the fabric in between, muffling the effect of that mammary kaleidoscope.
Billina was in no danger of losing her composure. She much preferred rattling his.
With a mesmerizing lick of tongue over muzzle, she said, "Okay, sweet-talker; ten thousand, and two shags."
Jaxxon's dick wanted to vote for him, right away. If he hadn't been spending so much time with the Jedi, he wouldn't have been detached enough to murmur, "Do I hear twenty?" --but he had, and he did, while bending down to Billina's lovely split upper lip, to tongue it.
What he tasted was her annoyance, and it was potent enough to nearly make him leap backwards. Not that he blamed her, really; he'd been a lot easier last time. Though he shied, he kept his grip on her. She had a sexy growl, and he was about to hear it.
She snagged a claw into his zip and used it to pull him close again, her ears flapping like wings to cool her face. "Fifteen, and that's final, boy."
"Done," he grinned, "as long as it's--" and he straightened up to full height, which necessarily caused his zip to pull open-- " two shags, gorgeous." He let go of her hands, and she towed him, walking backwards the whole way, into a room, by the zip.
He slammed the door with one foot, and let her tackle him. He could feel her desire still buzzing on the tip of his tongue, mixed with the residue of her annoyance. She wanted those memory jewels. She would put them in the adornments of all her girls and boys. And she wanted Lepi love, of course. The smell from between her parted thighs was making him drool already, as she shucked off his spacer gauntlets for him. Now he'd be able to read her as clearly as she was reading him. Oh Billina, you lovely Lepi woman...
A smooth lift of the shift and all of her breasts were free, dangling nipples each like a cluster of delicious berries in their green calyxes. And his fingers danced in sybaritic ecstasy from one to the next, like the feet of insects tickling the fruits, as they swayed toward him, slowly and trembling ever so gently...
At last he won the struggle to get his arms free of the flight suit and left it behind, got hold of her ass and let his tongue stroll through the foothills of those breasts. She was Billina-land, and she needed thorough exploration. This traveler was an eligible Lepi, when all her neighboring nations were populated by the passion-blind. Billina-land always wanted him to move in. Sorry, babe, only passing through-- and feasting on the mmm! local delicacies, like a true tourist.
Now he had her on her back, and the flower patterns of the carpet were their ersatz meadow. He kicked away the boots, and the coverall legs, and rubbed himself into every whisker and pore of her. She got her feet up, where she could do things with her toes to his bare chest. He worshiped each foot, all the silky tiny hairs between the pads, toe claws teasing at his cheeks, until she was writhing with impatience again for him to work his way north.
No! it had been too long since he'd been with his own species; he was going to enjoy every moment of this. And he could resist her more than before; he'd grown a few ounces of self control since she last had her way with him. Fabulous slutty Lepi woman that she was...he wanted to make her jump.
And she did jump, arching in happy shock when at last he dove upon her sex and gobbled it. Oh yes; soon she was screaming that high-pitched little woman-scream, and bumping that bump, and milking away at his tongue with her insides. Gods, that was good. She tried to make him come with her, into the ecstasy of her orgasm, but no, not yet, not until he drank every drop she put forth-- oh heavenly hutch, someday he would have this for breakfast every morning--
He straightened up, aiming the jism he couldn't stop onto her beautiful dugs and belly. Now to lap it up, while she writhed herself into further paroxyms at the feel of it. Up the landscape of her, the feet of her fanning at his back, the fur of her changing nap beneath his tongue-strokes. Delicious Billina, you gorgeous tasty--
--and she almost had him. She almost used her legs to kick him into the marriage-hole. He caught himself and got his knees under him. "Oh, no," he said aloud, playing no games. "I am not gonna join this household, servicing the whole damn Smuggler's Moon!"
He grabbed her ankles, reared up, and flipped her onto her belly. Her hands, scrabbling over the flowers for purchase, aroused him still more. Grabbing her hips, parting her legs as if he were disjointing a roasted bird, he filled her. In the other place. Pheromones temporarily stunned him into heedlessness, but he held on, shivering.
She cried out again, a return to that mix of arousal and annoyance. This was no high, shrill cry of joy; it was flavored with the humiliation of being bested by a junior. He decided on mercy, staying still while the tingling ran through him from toe to ear-tip from the mix of pheromones and lubricants soaking into his shaft. Gently he tickled at the parted lips, the sensitive nub, until her hips began to move at her pace, not his. She hid her face now; she didn't want him to see the rage in her face, thinking it might deflate him.
No worries, lady, he assured her without words. The feel of her tight hole, instead of her moist one, embracing him as only another Lepi could, was more than enough. His fingers roamed up and down her fluffy belly, flicked the pendulous lower nipples, and she rubbed the upper nipples into the floor in response, moaning, accepting-- enjoying. He began thrusting in earnest, then. One hand scooped her up, to arch her nape into nipping distance. She wriggled that long Lepi spine like a serpent, and he bit gently at her pale green shoulders, snuffled the bases of her ears, one at a time, in cadence with his movement within her.
His other hand pushed into her sex, forcing her harder against him still, giving him a way to wring her essence onto himself, his hand and his balls bathing in her womanhood. His thumb pulled repeatedly, insistently, at the most sensitive spot beneath her mons. The multicolored fragments of her scattering emotions told him when she was about to let loose again. He slipped his tongue up her neck, then, into her ear-- and she screamed again, high and shrill. Outside, she went limp, but inside, she was collapsing around him like a pulsar, and he thought it would be a good idea to--
Actually, there was no decision involved. He came, and kept coming. His hand slipped and slid in the slick of her front, while he was tossed inside the maelstrom of her back. It shook him until he fell back against the door, with Billina around him still, and enthroned.
He could feel her smile, radiating through every hair of her, though she was facing the other way. And he didn't want to move. The arm laced between her dugs tightened, telegraphing to her his intention not to shift a millimeter. His other arm slowly brought its moist fingers up to her muzzle, for her to lick. She gave them a dainty lap out of politeness, but was too replete to want more. So he licked them himself. Sucked each finger clean with a pop. She chuckled at the sound, low and rich. Billina, splendid queen of whores.
"You didn't bother with a barrier." Which makes me think you want this as much as I do--Lepi on Lepi, feeding one another...
"Neither did you." Because if I put on the barrier, you'd think I was going to put myself in a certain position I don't want to be in, babe...
"You know why, too." Because I am trying my best to trap you, like all the underlings in my webs, only you are the one that could give me pleasure as well.
They both knew all the things they didn't say aloud. Why couldn't she get it through her fluffy head that this was no place to raise kits?? And that there was more to buck and doe than scratching an itch? Like nearly every other female, she was thinking with her crotch. If he'd settle for that, he would never have left home, where most males were content to be led around by theirs.
"I'm never gonna do it, Bee."
The rage was in her then, rushing around him like a sour tide that made his nostrils flare. It ought to have shriveled him, made him fall away from her body. But instead, he seemed to absorb it, as if he were a piece of hide that her rage made stronger, oil-tanned more supple and resistant. He hardened, even as she tried to pull away.
And she couldn't. He was larger; he was the male. When she surged forward, kicking at the floor, he followed her over. Arms locked accross her dugs, and she panted and strained against him, but could not dislodge him no matter how she rolled. They ended up against the opposite wall, her arms pushing against it, him on his knees, having been driven deeper into her slick insides with every squirm.
She was panting now, not panicked, but annoyed by being at anyone's mercy. If she could get her feet onto the wall, she might be able to walk up it and kick him away, but he could see it in her mind, when he was this close.
Misery, at the spot she was in, he soothed with fingertips on her nipples. Her breathing stilled a bit, took on more passion. He pulled on one, like a kit's mouth would, and a sob came out. "Sh, shh," he soothed, and began to lick around the bases of her ears again, cupping whole breasts instead, letting nipples protrude into the air between his fingers. "You want kits, you need to move to a nicer neighborhood," he whispered into her neck, between soothing licks.
For one reason or another, she couldn't imagine doing that--dismantling her webs, disappointing her bosses. She let him change the subject, by beginning to move again.
She let her nipples rub against the wall as he set a gentle pace. He let his hand drift down to the seat of her womanhood again, to put his fingers back in. She began a counterpoint motion to his, pressing herself in favorite ways against the back of his thumb. His thumb felt very grateful for all the attention.
She had her ears folded back, brushing either side of his face. It was his choice, to tent his ears around them. All the ultrasensitive hairs of their ears made contact, and the rush was so great that Jaxxon could not-- no non-Lepi could ever-- dammit, he bucked into her like a buck into a doe, and he heard her screaming again--
He woke up flat on his back. Billina was dressed again, sitting at her desk and peeling credits off a thick roll of them. Hutt money. She'd done it, knocked him out the old-fashioned way.
Her face was shuttered, maybe a little grumpy--that was to be expected. His clothes were under him, of course. Naked in front of someone fully dressed and pissed is not a comfortable position. To fix that, one puts one's coveralls on, one leg at a time.
When he zipped and stood, he saw twenty Roon memory jewels lined up across the desk-top. Surprised, he felt all his pockets, got out the pouch they'd been in, and counted what were left. Billina looked at him levelly.
"Anything else you helped yourself to, gal?"
She chose not to answer, just maintained obdurate silence. He was forced to pat down all his pockets again, empty his boots, check the charge on his blaster, all with her eyes on him. No bugs, no booby traps, nothing missing. It was some payback, that was all, for not becoming hers.
Satisfied with his inventory, he pulled on his gauntlets. Nonchalantly he strolled to the desk and counted through the stack of credits.
"Fifteen thousand. You got yourself a bargain shipment of these little wonders. And I guess that counts as two shags. Kiss me goodbye?"
She shut her eyes and sighed. When she opened them again, only her whiskers twitched, as she stared at him for a full minute. When he finally started to fidget, she spoke.
"Just get out. I wanna take a bath."
For a doe, she really could be a bitch. He chuckled on his way out, though. The last memory of all those jewels would be of her and him; she'd have to erase him twenty times. Then, he'd see how she felt about him in a year or two.
TBC
part 19, Feeling at Home http://www.livejournal.com/community/sw_slash/34437.html
http://www.livejournal.com/users/hlglne helgaleena-slash
author : helgaleena helgaleenas@yahoo.com
Series: post-TPM, pre Star Wars: Twilight
Rating: NC-17
Category: het
Warning: slash, interspecies, prostitution implied.
Disclaimer: Lucas is god of Star wars and owns everything; I am nothing
Summary: the continuing story of Jaxxon and Quinlan Vos. Jaxxon bargains with an old acquaintance on Nar Shaddaa. Green rabbit porn.
sept. 2005
More on Jaxxon at web-strip Jaxxon's 11 at theforce.net--
http://www.jaxxons11.com
from http://swfanfic.livejournal.com/34289.html
previous episodes-- http://www.livejournal.com/users/hlglne/5044.html
He could see her standing there, pale green ears angled back but alert, through the open doorway. Her contacts must have let her know the minute he set foot on the moon, if not before.
Jaxxon had decided to drop by Billina's, the brothel he'd almost gotten shanghaied into joining, while visiting scenic Nar Shaddaa, the Smuggler's Moon. It was the kind of place where blackmail could be a lucrative sideline. So he thought they could make use of some of the memory jewels he'd picked up on the way through Roon, by way of financing his expedition back to Coachelle. And Billina would always be glad to see him; there weren't that many Lepi hopping loose in the galaxy.
At a meter and a half, she was petite, even for a doe. All she had on was a sleeveless shift that barely covered her dugs, like some Askhajian temptress. The aroma of her permeated the place. Jaxxon wondered if she had it piped into every room, maybe vented into the street, to drive the customers wild. It certainly affected him that way. And she must have smelled him coming, because here she was, grinding up against him, not four feet inside the entryway, bare green legs wrapped around one of his already. Her shaggy ears were straining forward, trying to brush up against his; he twitched them impatiently away, as her hands started running up and down his back.
"Hello, Billina."
"Loverboy, what have you got for me?"
As if she didn't know. She dealt with Bib Fortuna, his former boss, all the time. They were probably both in the Bib-licking club. And she'd seen him naked as often as anyone but his mother. So it boiled down to business before pleasure. His hands, still gauntleted, went around her wrists, to still her. Her hips kept undulating against him nonetheless. He saw that her brows and lashes had been cosmetically darkened. What next, shaving? But he had to admit it looked nice against her pastel coloring.
"Roon memory jewels. Lots of them. Bet you could use one in every room. How many rooms have you got again? "
If Billina was annoyed to be talking business, she didn't let on. Her blackened lashes batted up and down, as she reckoned her starting offer. "Twenty-- so I'll give you five thousand." Her right claws began toying with his zip, and he let her, gauntleted fists still around her wrists.
Sweetly he crooned in reply-- "Hutch; that's no profit at all for a hard-working boy like me-- even if you throw in the value of the shag." This time, it was Jaxxon's hips doing the undulating, too. Why was it that talking business with Billina was as arousing as dirty nothings in his ear, from some other female? Must be the doe factor... He could sense her quickening respiration, as it pressed her six nipples into him through the red coverall. A lateral sway, and the distance between those six points shifted enough to turn all the rectangles into trapezoids, and he was glad of the fabric in between, muffling the effect of that mammary kaleidoscope.
Billina was in no danger of losing her composure. She much preferred rattling his.
With a mesmerizing lick of tongue over muzzle, she said, "Okay, sweet-talker; ten thousand, and two shags."
Jaxxon's dick wanted to vote for him, right away. If he hadn't been spending so much time with the Jedi, he wouldn't have been detached enough to murmur, "Do I hear twenty?" --but he had, and he did, while bending down to Billina's lovely split upper lip, to tongue it.
What he tasted was her annoyance, and it was potent enough to nearly make him leap backwards. Not that he blamed her, really; he'd been a lot easier last time. Though he shied, he kept his grip on her. She had a sexy growl, and he was about to hear it.
She snagged a claw into his zip and used it to pull him close again, her ears flapping like wings to cool her face. "Fifteen, and that's final, boy."
"Done," he grinned, "as long as it's--" and he straightened up to full height, which necessarily caused his zip to pull open-- " two shags, gorgeous." He let go of her hands, and she towed him, walking backwards the whole way, into a room, by the zip.
He slammed the door with one foot, and let her tackle him. He could feel her desire still buzzing on the tip of his tongue, mixed with the residue of her annoyance. She wanted those memory jewels. She would put them in the adornments of all her girls and boys. And she wanted Lepi love, of course. The smell from between her parted thighs was making him drool already, as she shucked off his spacer gauntlets for him. Now he'd be able to read her as clearly as she was reading him. Oh Billina, you lovely Lepi woman...
A smooth lift of the shift and all of her breasts were free, dangling nipples each like a cluster of delicious berries in their green calyxes. And his fingers danced in sybaritic ecstasy from one to the next, like the feet of insects tickling the fruits, as they swayed toward him, slowly and trembling ever so gently...
At last he won the struggle to get his arms free of the flight suit and left it behind, got hold of her ass and let his tongue stroll through the foothills of those breasts. She was Billina-land, and she needed thorough exploration. This traveler was an eligible Lepi, when all her neighboring nations were populated by the passion-blind. Billina-land always wanted him to move in. Sorry, babe, only passing through-- and feasting on the mmm! local delicacies, like a true tourist.
Now he had her on her back, and the flower patterns of the carpet were their ersatz meadow. He kicked away the boots, and the coverall legs, and rubbed himself into every whisker and pore of her. She got her feet up, where she could do things with her toes to his bare chest. He worshiped each foot, all the silky tiny hairs between the pads, toe claws teasing at his cheeks, until she was writhing with impatience again for him to work his way north.
No! it had been too long since he'd been with his own species; he was going to enjoy every moment of this. And he could resist her more than before; he'd grown a few ounces of self control since she last had her way with him. Fabulous slutty Lepi woman that she was...he wanted to make her jump.
And she did jump, arching in happy shock when at last he dove upon her sex and gobbled it. Oh yes; soon she was screaming that high-pitched little woman-scream, and bumping that bump, and milking away at his tongue with her insides. Gods, that was good. She tried to make him come with her, into the ecstasy of her orgasm, but no, not yet, not until he drank every drop she put forth-- oh heavenly hutch, someday he would have this for breakfast every morning--
He straightened up, aiming the jism he couldn't stop onto her beautiful dugs and belly. Now to lap it up, while she writhed herself into further paroxyms at the feel of it. Up the landscape of her, the feet of her fanning at his back, the fur of her changing nap beneath his tongue-strokes. Delicious Billina, you gorgeous tasty--
--and she almost had him. She almost used her legs to kick him into the marriage-hole. He caught himself and got his knees under him. "Oh, no," he said aloud, playing no games. "I am not gonna join this household, servicing the whole damn Smuggler's Moon!"
He grabbed her ankles, reared up, and flipped her onto her belly. Her hands, scrabbling over the flowers for purchase, aroused him still more. Grabbing her hips, parting her legs as if he were disjointing a roasted bird, he filled her. In the other place. Pheromones temporarily stunned him into heedlessness, but he held on, shivering.
She cried out again, a return to that mix of arousal and annoyance. This was no high, shrill cry of joy; it was flavored with the humiliation of being bested by a junior. He decided on mercy, staying still while the tingling ran through him from toe to ear-tip from the mix of pheromones and lubricants soaking into his shaft. Gently he tickled at the parted lips, the sensitive nub, until her hips began to move at her pace, not his. She hid her face now; she didn't want him to see the rage in her face, thinking it might deflate him.
No worries, lady, he assured her without words. The feel of her tight hole, instead of her moist one, embracing him as only another Lepi could, was more than enough. His fingers roamed up and down her fluffy belly, flicked the pendulous lower nipples, and she rubbed the upper nipples into the floor in response, moaning, accepting-- enjoying. He began thrusting in earnest, then. One hand scooped her up, to arch her nape into nipping distance. She wriggled that long Lepi spine like a serpent, and he bit gently at her pale green shoulders, snuffled the bases of her ears, one at a time, in cadence with his movement within her.
His other hand pushed into her sex, forcing her harder against him still, giving him a way to wring her essence onto himself, his hand and his balls bathing in her womanhood. His thumb pulled repeatedly, insistently, at the most sensitive spot beneath her mons. The multicolored fragments of her scattering emotions told him when she was about to let loose again. He slipped his tongue up her neck, then, into her ear-- and she screamed again, high and shrill. Outside, she went limp, but inside, she was collapsing around him like a pulsar, and he thought it would be a good idea to--
Actually, there was no decision involved. He came, and kept coming. His hand slipped and slid in the slick of her front, while he was tossed inside the maelstrom of her back. It shook him until he fell back against the door, with Billina around him still, and enthroned.
He could feel her smile, radiating through every hair of her, though she was facing the other way. And he didn't want to move. The arm laced between her dugs tightened, telegraphing to her his intention not to shift a millimeter. His other arm slowly brought its moist fingers up to her muzzle, for her to lick. She gave them a dainty lap out of politeness, but was too replete to want more. So he licked them himself. Sucked each finger clean with a pop. She chuckled at the sound, low and rich. Billina, splendid queen of whores.
"You didn't bother with a barrier." Which makes me think you want this as much as I do--Lepi on Lepi, feeding one another...
"Neither did you." Because if I put on the barrier, you'd think I was going to put myself in a certain position I don't want to be in, babe...
"You know why, too." Because I am trying my best to trap you, like all the underlings in my webs, only you are the one that could give me pleasure as well.
They both knew all the things they didn't say aloud. Why couldn't she get it through her fluffy head that this was no place to raise kits?? And that there was more to buck and doe than scratching an itch? Like nearly every other female, she was thinking with her crotch. If he'd settle for that, he would never have left home, where most males were content to be led around by theirs.
"I'm never gonna do it, Bee."
The rage was in her then, rushing around him like a sour tide that made his nostrils flare. It ought to have shriveled him, made him fall away from her body. But instead, he seemed to absorb it, as if he were a piece of hide that her rage made stronger, oil-tanned more supple and resistant. He hardened, even as she tried to pull away.
And she couldn't. He was larger; he was the male. When she surged forward, kicking at the floor, he followed her over. Arms locked accross her dugs, and she panted and strained against him, but could not dislodge him no matter how she rolled. They ended up against the opposite wall, her arms pushing against it, him on his knees, having been driven deeper into her slick insides with every squirm.
She was panting now, not panicked, but annoyed by being at anyone's mercy. If she could get her feet onto the wall, she might be able to walk up it and kick him away, but he could see it in her mind, when he was this close.
Misery, at the spot she was in, he soothed with fingertips on her nipples. Her breathing stilled a bit, took on more passion. He pulled on one, like a kit's mouth would, and a sob came out. "Sh, shh," he soothed, and began to lick around the bases of her ears again, cupping whole breasts instead, letting nipples protrude into the air between his fingers. "You want kits, you need to move to a nicer neighborhood," he whispered into her neck, between soothing licks.
For one reason or another, she couldn't imagine doing that--dismantling her webs, disappointing her bosses. She let him change the subject, by beginning to move again.
She let her nipples rub against the wall as he set a gentle pace. He let his hand drift down to the seat of her womanhood again, to put his fingers back in. She began a counterpoint motion to his, pressing herself in favorite ways against the back of his thumb. His thumb felt very grateful for all the attention.
She had her ears folded back, brushing either side of his face. It was his choice, to tent his ears around them. All the ultrasensitive hairs of their ears made contact, and the rush was so great that Jaxxon could not-- no non-Lepi could ever-- dammit, he bucked into her like a buck into a doe, and he heard her screaming again--
He woke up flat on his back. Billina was dressed again, sitting at her desk and peeling credits off a thick roll of them. Hutt money. She'd done it, knocked him out the old-fashioned way.
Her face was shuttered, maybe a little grumpy--that was to be expected. His clothes were under him, of course. Naked in front of someone fully dressed and pissed is not a comfortable position. To fix that, one puts one's coveralls on, one leg at a time.
When he zipped and stood, he saw twenty Roon memory jewels lined up across the desk-top. Surprised, he felt all his pockets, got out the pouch they'd been in, and counted what were left. Billina looked at him levelly.
"Anything else you helped yourself to, gal?"
She chose not to answer, just maintained obdurate silence. He was forced to pat down all his pockets again, empty his boots, check the charge on his blaster, all with her eyes on him. No bugs, no booby traps, nothing missing. It was some payback, that was all, for not becoming hers.
Satisfied with his inventory, he pulled on his gauntlets. Nonchalantly he strolled to the desk and counted through the stack of credits.
"Fifteen thousand. You got yourself a bargain shipment of these little wonders. And I guess that counts as two shags. Kiss me goodbye?"
She shut her eyes and sighed. When she opened them again, only her whiskers twitched, as she stared at him for a full minute. When he finally started to fidget, she spoke.
"Just get out. I wanna take a bath."
For a doe, she really could be a bitch. He chuckled on his way out, though. The last memory of all those jewels would be of her and him; she'd have to erase him twenty times. Then, he'd see how she felt about him in a year or two.
TBC
part 19, Feeling at Home http://www.livejournal.com/community/sw_slash/34437.html
http://www.livejournal.com/users/hlglne helgaleena-slash
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