Sylvar

Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature)

"I'll bring the ship close to their clearing but out of their sight. Since we're doing this your way, and not just killing them, you can take it from there when we arrive. And you probably have time for a shower, still."

Pausing for a moment before fully leaving her room, I think for a moment before simply adding "Thank you, Aayla." before heading in to the lift to prime the ship for launch.

She... doesn't hurt at all...

~If Aayla had been within proximity of the giant Togorian, she would have heard again the unmistakable sound of him purring, as his thoughts wandered back to the feeling of her hands on his fur. Not that he noticed the purring himself, so focused was he on unlocking the controls of the ship, and on his thoughts of the showering Twi'lek bellow.~

Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature)

"That actually feels wonderful." Purring again... "I'm sorry. About the empire. I wasn't always..." Purring stops.

Why can't I tell her my past, she deserves to know... why must it hurt so much...

Straightening up, all relaxation gone from my mind, I start to get up.

"Anyway, we really do need to do something about the poachers. Can we at least wipe their memories of you? That way if word gets out, it was just a clumsy Sith apprentice who got captured, and then escaped on his own. Much less conspicuous."

Now standing facing out of her room, I await her response.

Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature)

Hearing her giggle snapped me out of my peaceful daze, making me notice the purring for the first time.

Does this really have to stop? I moan internally. I was really enjoying that, haven't purred since...

The thought stops there. No need to spoil this moment for myself.

Relaxing into her hands a bit, I say "So. What brought you here anyway? You haven't mentioned it yet, so if there's a reason for that, don't mind my curiosity."

Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature)

"Heh. For my own fun, of course. You're a Jedi, it's not like you'll blindfold me and lop my head off. Giving you control, feeling that you won't betray my trust, that is a good feeling."

If she had to ask, I guess I should explain a bit more...

"I've been forced to give control away to others against my will for a long time, forced to... enjoy it. Giving that control willingly... feels good."

Even her hands sitting still feels good... what is this Jedi? Why am I complaining?

~Wolfe begins to purr gently without noticing, totally lost in thought~

Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature)

"Thank you" I say, taking the keys and unbinding the shackles from each other. The shackles stay? Nice.

"Well, if she called, you would remove the blindfold and hide yourself before I answered, and it wouldn't have to be all the time. I would be lying if I said the offer was only for your consideration, though your comfort was in mind." I add, looking at the rejected blindfold in my hands.

Maybe next time...

"I distinctly remember you telling me you did not trust me, and thought this might ease your worry a bit."

Her hands feel nice back there... besides the bump, but still. I think to myself, settling into the sitting position more comfortably.

Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature)

"My head. They knocked me out as I was... distracted. And we don't necessarily have to kill them." I say, moving forward and offering my still bound wrists to her first. Pieces of a fun plan fall into place in my mind as I speak, still noticeably slow. Thrice damned poachers...

"I have this blindfold." Offering the carefully retrieved item forward. "My hands free for my eyes covered. At least while we're on the ship. Off the ship, I will allow you to rebind my wrists. On my honor, only you can remove this blindfold. I will allow nobody else, not even myself, to do so."

Sitting now, with all the words I want now finally in mind, I continue "I imagine we could fool them into believing their information is meaningless. Take me to them bound and apparently obedient, claim that we are nothing worth remembering. Maybe push their minds in the right direction. With luck, they won't give our story a second thought, and never tell anyone about their encounter here."

Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature)

"Right, poachers" I fumbled out as I glanced away from the pretty Twi'lek.

"They saw us. They can't be allowed to leave this planet. We will lose much opportunity for discretion if they decide to do something stupid like try and sell their information."

Smooth, Wolfe.

"You mentioned healing?" I added, finally remembering. Damn my head hurts...

"I will knock next time."

Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature)

When the door closes behind me, I finally relax. That is one distractingly attractive Twi'lek. And on top of that, she doesn't seem all that unreasonable at all.

Dammit, look at me, barely able to keep my cool in her presence... and she's a Jedi! If Mistress found out, I wouldn't last long at all... let alone Aayla.

After a moment, I hear her ask something about taking off before the poachers show... They must have hit my head hard, I completely forgot about them. And moments later, I hear her offer to heal me...

Mistress will not find out.

Collecting my flustered thoughts, I step back out of my room and towards hers, until I remember the shower she mentioned. Then my thoughts fall apart again, flooded with memories of past experiences... So used to my own ship, my hand moves automatically towards the access panel to her room as I attempt to recollect my composure, my mouth starting the sentence "We shouldn't leave those poachers.." And apart fall my thoughts again at the stunning sight of Aayla undressing for her shower...

~At this point, Wolfe fails to continue thought.~

Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature)

That was easier than I thought it was going to be. Suppose I should keep my guard up, if only mentally...

"You get the room on the right, since I already use the other one. I for one am exhausted and wish to rest and recuperate from my injuries. Explore the ship if you wish. The cell opposite your room has been modified for facilities. Explore the other cells... if you're not too timid." I finish, sly grin on my face and over my shoulder as I enter my own room, making sure to give Aayla a good view of all the fun things I missed while I was away.

"If you consume all the hot water, I will not be pleased." I add grimly, finally shutting the door.

Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature)

"Now covered in the blood of the arboreal octopi, which all the local predators should recognize the scent of, we should be able to make our way safely to the ship" I tell the Jedi as I take the lead in the right direction, keeping my lightsabre lit without demonstrating any sign of aggression towards her. Realizing finally that I've been thinking of this girl as nothing more than the Jedi, I decide to attempt a mild venture, still keeping my eyes on the trees above us as I proceed, just in case.

"So, Jedi... Considering that I've failed my mission, and you're probably on the run, why not work together for now? It's in both our interest, trust me on that. My mistress... does not take failure as an acceptable result... What is your name?" I finish asking, just as my ship comes into sight through the trees ahead.

"Oh, and call me Wolfe." I add finally as I disengage my lightsabre's blade before making my way into the familiar place that I almost call a second home in my mind now.

Well, considering that I'll be in here for a while, might as well.

"Home sweet home." I say experimentally under my breath. It feels nice.

Noticing I was distracted again, and the Jedi hasn't answered me yet, I glance in her direction, with an expectant look.