One Last Housecall? (D10, LA, Shai's)

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"They have no say in my choices," she chuckled. "And even if we're close, our daily lives in the Empire rarely coincide as we have different agendas and superiors we answer to."

Her teeth brushed over her lips. "But if I say I trust you, they accept that."

[Cole Ormont]

Cole made a growling sound, leaning in a kissing her roughly, if briefly.

Straightening again, he placed both hands on her flanks, caressing upwards. He would consider her comment about agendas and superiors later, right now his thoughts were still wholly occupied with the naked pureblood before him.

[Shaisha Vreysk]

She watched him with some interest as he seemed to drink in the details of her crimson body, thinking back to how he had at their first meeting expressed an interest in studying her species more closely... though she suspected this was probably not what he had had in mind at the time then. And besides, he had probably learned more interesting parts of her kind's physiology now than any other study could have given him.

Her hand moved from his face so that her fingers could twirl his golden locks around them. "More interesting than studying a model, no?"

[Cole Ormont]

Cole chuckled softly, "infinitely," he agreed. His hands, steady and firm and detail-oriented, moved slowly over her form as if memorising the shape of her, constantly in motion.

"You'll have to get me the name of that huttball player who broke your ribs. I should send him a thank you note."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"You'll have to go looking for him then," she chuckled warmly. "I never bothered to catch his name."

"Still one of the more fun birthday-outings I've had, considering the roads of possibilities it opened up."

[Cole Ormont]

Cole raised an eyebrow, "birthday?" He pulled her up so she was sitting, wrapping his arms around her and caressing her back. "Happy belated birthday, deviless," and he kissed her gently.

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Thanks, angel-hair," she smiled and returned the kiss, surprisingly gentle even if there was still glowing embers of passion within her.

"So how long have you fantasized about doing this to me, or Jo'ren...?" she asked, her eyebrow arching with some playful curiosity.

[Cole Ormont]

"Since the moment I laid eyes on you," Cole answered, his voice low and still a little throaty. A smile curled on his lip, lopsided and roguish, "Jo'ren... well, it wasn't until he came to me for surgery that the possibilities really began to unfold." He chuckled, fingers moving gently up and down her back.

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Oh?" She purred delightedly. "Clearly I underestimated you then... didn't think I was your type."

His touch made the gentle arch of her back shudder faintly with pleasure.

"Well... I will be throwing a small get-together tomorrow, and he will probably be there. I'm sure there will be an opportunity or two..."

[Cole Ormont]

"I told you when we met that you were the one I'd come looking for," he'd been drunk and more than a little intimidated by her at that function, he could never have anticipated how true his awkward deflection would end up being.

At the mention of her party, another growling sound rumbled in Cole's throat. He pressed closer and his gentle hands held her firmly, his breath was hot on her ear, "don't be making promises you can't keep."

He marvelled at the heat of her lithe body, it was going to be exceptionally difficult to leave, and he began to half-wonder about skipping his meeting with Captain Alderaan and spending what has left of the day right here.

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Mmm... opportunities, not promises," she purred in reply, her breath quickening slightly in response to his physical touch and warmth.

Since she had him so close by, Shaisha took the opportunity to claim his lips in another ferocious kiss.

"Now... are you going to keep me here all day?" she said with a light chuckle as their lips parted again.

[Cole Ormont]

Cole returned her kiss with heated passion, but exhaled sharply at her question. "I very much desire to do so, deviless; but time, tide, and Nar Shaddaa wait for no man."

His hands dropped to her hips, sliding down her thighs and reaching her knees, encouraging her to wrap her legs around him. With one hand to hold her against him, the other scooped her up. He may have lacked Jo'ren's bulk, but he could certainly manage the distance her had in mind, carrying her in the direction of the refresher.

[Shaisha Vreysk]

There was a brief yelp of surprise as he picked her up, followed by a soft laugh.

"I might become spoiled if everyone insists on carrying me around... not that I mind it terribly," she said as she kept her arms over his shoulders while he carried her.

[Cole Ormont]

"If you keep getting terribly wounded, we'll just have to hire a wookie to carry you everywhere, hrmm?" He did not release her until they reached the shower, kissing her deeply before carefully setting her on her feet.

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Eh, I'd rather have someone handsome do the work," she winced, "wookies are too hairy for my tastes."

She took her time to enjoy the kiss, seeing as it now didn't have the urgency of burning desire behind it like it had earlier, but more like a comfortable after-glow from the intense intimacy.

Without using her hands, the water was turned on.

"So... where are you staying at these days, considering the Republic compound is in shambles?" It seemed an innocent enough question, right?

[Cole Ormont]

Under the gentle spray of water, Cole's hands moved across her warm body, tenderly massaging away the sweat from her skin, crimson and as intoxicating as wine. "Uh, not staying anywhere exactly. There's a clinic I've been doing some work at. I locked myself in one of the rooms this morning and crashed on the exam table."

That's when he'd had that dream, and he grinned, sly and roguish. Maybe it'll turn out to be one of those phrophetic dreams.

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Really?" She sounded a little surprised as she worked the water into his messy curls.

"And here I would think that would be against regulations or something... no wonder you looked so exhausted when you came over." Her hands, calloused and hardened by years of training, felt remarkably comfortable as they worked their way down from his scalp to his neck, massaging away some of the tension.

[Cole Ormont]

He groaned as she worked his scalp, gooseflesh rising on his shoulders and thighs. "In my defence, I'd been helping evacuate the compound, and then I spent the better part of two hours pulling bodies from the rubble. I might not have been thinking too clearly."

Cole looked in her fiery eyes and sighed contentedly, "it made sense at the time: free, private, and didn't require imposing on anyone."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"You do know that I would probably not consider it imposing, Cole," she chided him with a playful tone. "We could've made room for you in the bed, after all."

The hands continued from the neck and to the shoulders. "No one in the Republic bothered to set you up for the night? Tch, shameful, really..."

[Cole Ormont]

"Probably?" he teased, "just how many gentleman callers do you take on a nightly basis?" His strong fingers dug gently into the muscles of her shoulders, working under her shoulder blades and pulling her closer. Cole kissed her, roughly, and his voice took on a huskier tone, "how early does a suitor need to come by if he hopes to be at the head of the line?"

He smirked and straightened, "I'm sure the Republic has something set up; and I'm sure that it's about as comfortable as the exam table at the clinic, and requires sharing with a hundred or so other displaced soldiers."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

If she told him the number, he might be disappointed in learning there had only been one in bed with her last night... but probably not so much if she told him who.

"I take who I want, when I want," she smirked, her voice breathy and warm.

"And you'd rather be sharing in better company? I can see that being the case... but I have a feeling your superiors, like Captain Alderaan, might disapprove if you spent the night in an apartement with several Sith."

[Cole Ormont]

Laughing, Cole's arms tightened around her, lifting her off her feet and turning in a complete circle before setting her down again. "What the Captain doesn't know won't hurt him," and his voice is rough, husky and hopeful.

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Hmmm... all too true," she chuckled and pulled him down into another kiss as she leaned against the wall. "A killer, sleeping with the enemy, and keeping secrets now... you have certainly changed from the innocent looking doctor I saw over a week ago."

[Cole Ormont]

His body pinned hers to the wall as they kissed, "innocent looking," he emphasised. "Maybe I've just been underestimated for to long," he growled. Cole bit the pureblood's lower lip, hard enough to hurt, but not to leave a mark.

[Shaisha Vreysk]

She whimpered in pleasure in response to his biting, and her hands caressed his sides as they moved over his hips to give him a firm squeeze.

"Perhaps... but I am liking this new side of you."