OOC: Long story short Aayla watches for a bit (for "research") and ends up helping Wolfe watch his back. Things get a little heated, she decides to go, Wolfe tries to persuade her to stay by offering to help her dry off. Some posts have been moved to a private forum. 

"The first thing that comes to mind? You telling me to do it. Ordering me to dry you. You could tell me to use my hands, where to put them, what to do with them," he began. His hands? Wolfe hadn't actually touched me at all since we'd met. I had no idea what his hands felt like. They were probably as strong as the rest of him....

"Or you could have me struggle awkwardly with a towel without the use of my hands. Considering my height, I think I could do it with just my mouth holding it..." he continued. 

The thought of him struggling to hold a towel was pretty amusing... [i]I wonder...[/i] catching myself wondering if his tongue was like a normal cats I chased the thought away. I wasn't going to tell him to lick me dry. That was... definitely a bad idea.

And then suddenly his voice was closer, a pleasant but predatorial sound in his voice. "I could disobey your orders and grab a hold of you here and now, and please you in ways that you might not imagine possible..."

The sound of the gentle threats and promises of pleasure mixed with the edge in his voice sent an unchecked a shiver down my back. The tiniest whimper escaped my throat. Suddenly rocked by the deeper urges I had not acknowledged, my thoughts fell into disarray and I felt winded, instinctively grabbing the doorframe for support. He was still talking, so I forced myself to focus on that sound and keep my shaking breaths even.

"...then you might punish me any way you deem fit for my transgression. But if I did that, I feel like I'd be missing... a rare opportunity for cooperation between us."

[i]I need to step away from this, [/i]I realized, finally realizing I was in over my head. I had taken for granted--no, assumed--that Wolfe enjoyed taking orders because he was submissive by nature. That I would tease him and walk away if I wanted to without repercussion. I had not thought that if pushed he might give chase--or that I might want him to. I was foolishly playing a game against a player far more experienced than I. And losing.

"I..." I stopped myself just before I said 'I want you to hand me my robes'. I had no confidence he'd obey. Why grab my robes when he could grab me? The very thought of those powerful arms wrapping around me...

"I'm going to meditate," I forced out, perhaps a bit too quickly, and hurriedly stepped into the sobering cold of the world beyond the shower cell. I turned and hit the command to shut the door, not looking to see Wolfe's expression.

Had I been holding my breath? Is that why I felt so winded? The air was cooling the water on my skin and I shivered. I'd left my robes behind, taking with me only a towel.

I would go back to my room, I would meditate, and I would come back for my things later when Wolfe was gone, I decided. I took the towel and wrapped it around me, forcing myself to calmly walk across the ready room. As I got to my door, I realized I'd also left my sabre and the control for Wolfe's shock collar. 

[i]Nicely done, Aayla, I reprimanded myself.[/i] If Wolfe was secretly planning to turn against me, I'd given him the perfect opportunity. Though I wasn't really concerned that was the case, it was the principle of the thing. I considered going back for them, but decided against it. Instead I opened the door to my room and stepped inside, letting out a small sigh.