Private A Cure for Wellness

[Jorryn Fordyce]

// Lady Jorryn Fordyce //
// Objective // Date //
// Focus // Arris Windrun //

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Ughhhhhhh....

The ever-elegant figure of Jorryn Fordyce awoke with an unladylike groan from her sleep, the sickness she had felt on Desevro thankfully gone for now. Discovering its cause hadn't been the most joyful affair, and yet it was Arris Windrun 's apartment on Desevro she now found herself in. The woman at least had the decorum to take care of Jorryn after drugging her with whatever the Hellas in that cigarette.

She rolled in the bed as she stretched, her early morning routine of slowly dragging herself to consciousness. A wide yawn took her face as she pulled the covers tighter, hiding away the light that shone in.

Under the covers the brightness of a datapad illuminated her features, taking the extra time to scroll through everything as she lay there.

Eventually, the Zinder app somehow opened itself, and a finger glide through the profiles. There was plenty of appeal there, all the lovely men and women of the galaxy coming across the Echani's feed. There was no few shortage of matches, unsurprisingly, but the newest of them caught an impish smiled upon the face of the Sith.

Arris Windrun.

There she was, the girl sitting in one of the other rooms. The pictures added more appeal than their introduction, not that Jorryn didn't already find her attractive. It had hardly been the best of introductions, but the Echani supposed that she was already lying in her bed.

A thumb swiped the profile to the right, and her grin only grew as the screen illuminated.

It had been a match.

A perverse thought wondered how long Arris had swiped on her, and if that was the reason she had brought the Sith to her apartment. She could admire the forwardness.

The duvet covering the Echani was thrown off as she found a renewed energy, smiling as she left the room to see Arris sitting at a table. The datapad hung tauntingly in her hand, happily showing the match off to the Cyborg as she enjoyed her morning coffee.

Leaning toward her still half undressed, the Echani wore the most impish smile she may have ever had in her life as her face hung close to the cyborg's

"I think I've found a way for you to pay me back, love."

 

[Arris Windrun]

Jorryn found Arris slouched over a table, hot beverage in hand. Though her taste buds were as synthetic as anything else in her mouth, she had never bothered to alter the way her brain interpreted those signals. It was still the same acquired bitter taste - just the way she liked it.

Her head turned only when she heard the floor creak at the alchemised Echani's arrival. Grey eyes followed her legs all the way up until she spied what was on the Sith's viewscreen. For someone so well-equipped to control her expressions, the cyborg failed to hide her surprise.

Unlike Jorryn, Arris was still in the same clothes as before, and the couch showed no signs of occupancy. That was to say, she did not sleep at all, and looked no worse for wear.

Her gaze flicked up, but not before Jorryn seized all but the few inches between their faces; impish smile met with shy dumbfoundedness. More than anything, Arris was quite embarrassed by the reveal. She had swiped right on everyone in her filters. No, it wasn't that she regretted it, but that she hadn't actually considered people would know she swiped on them, too.... The scoundrel hadn't quite thought things through.

"Pay you back?"

Arris slid out of her seat, careful not to acquiesce another inch, and offered what was left of her drink.

"It's just caf beans, don't worry."

She feigned a morning stretch and turned to face her again, as soon as she reclaimed composure.

"So... payback, yeah?"

Jorryn Fordyce

 

[Jorryn Fordyce]

// Lady Jorryn Fordyce //
// Objective // Date //
// Focus // Arris Windrun //

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The smile lingered on the Echani's face, taking a seat at the table and pulling the caf towards her. Amber eyes followed the cyborg, watching as she continued about her morning with a stretch. Even as the cup raised to her lips, the corners of her lips still curled into a grin.

She couldn't quite tell if the girl was trying to avoid the suggest or just a bit to dim to pick up what the Echani was saying.

With a sigh she put the caf down and rest her cheek upon her hand, a thumb idly drawing circles against the warm mug.

"Well, you obviously owe me after that whole fiasco..." The words lingered, shamelessly hoping that some guilt would flare up in the cyborg. "And I've thought of a perfect way to make it up to me."

After the words left her lips, the Echani sat up and once again grew closer to Arris. She leaned in, her hands tucked behind her back as she teased an intimate distance.

"You're scruffier than I would usually go for, truth be told, but I can't deny that you're cute."

She wondered if the forwardness would elicit a reaction, though the words came a touch more genuinely than they usually did. Arris wasn't the kind of woman she would typically go for. Perhaps it was the drugs, or the way that the cyborg carried her while she was trying to sober up.

Either way there was an undeniable appeal to the woman that the Echani hadn't recognised when they first met.

"So you're going to pay me back very simply."

The distance between the pair closed, their faces mere breaths away from one another before the Echani pulled back. She jovially made her way back towards the bedroom, throwing a look back over her shoulder as she sauntered.

"You'll be taking me out on a date tonight. A nice one."

A stray thought wandered across her mind as she considered what Arris considered a nice date. She kept good enough company, so hopefully the girl wouldn't disappoint. Enough time around Mauve should have at least taught her the expectations of a lady.

"Also I'm stealing your best clothes, I'm not going to wear my robes two days in a row."

The Echani tucked into the room and carelessly parted the wardrobe, amber eyes lingering greedily upon what the cyborg wore. There was a difference in size and style, of course, but Jorryn was confident she could make something work.

 

[Arris Windrun]

"Well, you obviously owe me after that whole fiasco..." The words lingered, shamelessly hoping that some guilt would flare up in the cyborg.

"I do?" Arris was skeptical, but kept the thought to herself.

Then, like clockwork, the Echani stood up and made her move. "Here we go..."

Arris could have retreated again if she truly wished to draw her line in the sand, but she stayed where she was, even as Jorryn played the "you're not my type, but..." angle on her. The wrong move to seduce her, but the Talusian admittedly had a thing for misguided attempts, if only they were delivered better - bring on the disrespect, the backhanded compliment, the...

Jorryn was now just a breath away, and Arris rather liked it. She was in a bit of a daze as her eyes followed the woman's slow walk back to the bedroom.

"Also I'm stealing your best clothes, I'm not going to wear my robes two days in a row."

"Hey --" Arris leaned forward like she was ready to catch a falling glass, "wait!" she blurted out.

She walked it back, tried to play it cool, even as she grimaced at her own goal. "I don't think you'll find anything you like!"

Arris said so while following Jorryn into her closet. It was a questionable mess of unfolded clothes, and by the smell of it, clean clothes littered amongst the unwashed. It was all street fashion - that was to say, an uncoordinated mismatch of styles and fibers; some well-worn, others justifiably ready for the trash heap. The only bits that seemed seldom worn were the more feminine cuts. Nothing particularly classy... more like a young woman's first dip into the world of faux designer fashion, and clearly nothing Arris wore regularly.

The cyborg peered through the door as Jorryn rummaged through them.

"Why don't I just buy you something?" A nervous plea in her tone. "Part of the payback, yeah?"

Having Jorryn in her closet embarrassed the blonde far more than the coy remarks or flirtatious demands ever would.

 

[Jorryn Fordyce]

// Lady Jorryn Fordyce //
// Objective // Date //
// Focus // Arris Windrun //

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An amused smile caught the lips of the Echani as she heard the sounds of Arris attempting to stop her from entering her closet. Clearly privacy was a soft spot for the cyborg, but Jorryn paid it little mind as her hands threw open the wardrobe.

How cute.

The feelings, and her smile with it, disappeared as her amber gaze fell upon clothes littered in pile amongst the floor. It was about what she had expected from the girl, but when confronted by the reality of the situation...

The bed had been so neatly made, so there was at least some hope in the Echani's mind that Arris kept her closet as immaculate but that was clearly untrue. All kinds of clothes laid in wherever they seemed to be thrown, but at least they appeared to be clean. That was more than some she supposed.

"Damn girl, you live like this."

Second hand embarrassment covered whatever she could sense from the Talusian, though it was pushed to the side as she picked through the garments. There was nothing quite the style of the Echani, but she supposed she could make something work as Arris joined her. The space was a bit tight for the two of them, but Jorryn took the opportunity to tease her companion once again.

"Following me into the closet? How bold..." Fingers danced against the jaw of the cyborg as Jorryn held her face, drawing close once again to tease the girl even further. "Did you want to watch me change as well?"

An impish look crossed the features of the Echani before a hand reached Arris' chest and pushed her back, hands lingering upon the frame of the door.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves."

As the doors to the wardrobe closed, Jorryn took a few choice piece of garments and quickly dressed herself up for a nice date.

"You are buying me something." Taking off the clothes she had slept in, they were quickly replaced by whatever the Talusian had. "You're buying me a drink at the least, hopefully a nice gift as well. I'll let you figure that part out. Either way you're taking me on a date."

A head poked out from the doors as she used them to shield herself.

"And you are taking me out on a date. I expect a good time, so don't disappoint me."

Diving back into the wardrobe, Jorryn finished changing into some clothes. It was hardly the nicest outfit that she had ever worn, but it looked nice. The clothes were decently bigger than her, the sleeves of her jacket were rolled up as well as the cuff of the pants. She stepped out and looked over to the cyborg.

"Well, how do I look?"

 

[Arris Windrun]

"Damn girl, you live like this."

And there it was, the exact kind of reaction she feared, especially in a situation like this one. There was a reason Arris kept her space the way she did - she never wanted anyone to step inside.

However, Jorryn stepped in before the blonde ever had a chance to wallow. Having her face grabbed like that? It was... different. Usually, the Talusian wasn't one to entertain such forwardness. And yet.

"Did you want to watch me change as well?"

Her lips parted, then the push; Arris was outside the door. "You're the one getting ahead," she groaned inside.

When the door closed, Arris threw her back against the wall beside it and sighed, listening as the woman's muffled voice penetrated the barrier between them. Each and every syllable was the structure of some demand or another, then came the woman's head around the door, and with it the expectation.

"And you are taking me out on a date. I expect a good time, so don't disappoint me."

Surely she couldn't let the Echani squeeze her for guilt. The cyborg's eyes locked with hers.

"How could I disappoint you when you're feeding me the script?" Arris snorted when she disappeared within again and paced just outside the closet door.

Not long after, Jorryn reemerged wearing some of Arris's old clothes. At first, she had to get past the surrealness, but the more she looked--and oh, she did look--the more she began to like how it felt to stare.

"Great, and you know it."

She had considered a few other responses, ranging from "I expect it back on my floor when we're done" to "You'll have to let me wear something of yours next time." Neither felt like herself, though... but then again, what did anymore?

Arris took a slow step forward and adjusted the collar a little, pulling it back to reveal a small lapel pin hidden on the inside: an etched shen against the dark metal, the insignia of the gang she used to run with back on Talus, years ago. She let go of the pin and ran her cold fingers along the Echani's exposed neck and collar; her eyes following every inch until they met those ambers again.

"So," she said barely above a whisper, "how about somewhere warm and wet?" She had just the place in mind.

 

[Jorryn Fordyce]

// Lady Jorryn Fordyce //
// Objective // Date //
// Focus // Arris Windrun //

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A little spin allowed Arris' to get a better look of the Echani in her new clothes, drinking in the cyborg's looks. There was no hiding that she enjoyed the attention, a pleasant smirk firmly planting itself on her lips as her hands dove into the pockets of her new jacket.

Nor did she shy away from the touch of the Talusian as it ran along her skin, raising goosebumps with the caress. As Arris' eyes followed the drawn pattern, a part of Jorryn thought maybe it would be better to skip the date altogether.

But she was feeling ladylike, so that would have to wait.

Though her composure crumbled somewhat at the next words that came from the cyborg, a small chuckle as the breath washed across her. If it was a double entendre, then it hadn't been the most subtle.

"Oh~" One of her hands fell across the waist of the cyborg, gently pulling the woman towards her. "I'm not opposed to another shower, nor some company."

Her face fell towards the blonde's their lips mere centimetres away from one another's, threatening an intimate connection as she teased.

"Unless you had another destination in mind."

A thumb traced a small circle on Arris' abdomen, its touch warm and intimate. Every part of her being sought to test the composure of the mercenary, taunting her to do something about it. Wearing away at composure was a favourite of hers, and she wondered just how long this one would survive without acting.

A game of cat and mouse.

Jorryn wondered just how long the Talusian would last. Hopefully less than the Echani herself as she found herself drowning in the sensation.

 

[Arris Windrun]

Jorryn Fordyce

Arris tilted her head down at the woman's hand now around her waist, and audibled an 'oh' at being pulled. She grinned and held her stare as if Jorryn might just disappear should she lose sight of those amber eyes.

She managed to keep eye contact even as the Echani's fingers touched her exposed midriff - Arris seldom wore a shirt with a hem to reach her waist; her grin softened. It worked well with her usual leather jacket and whatever spacer's slacks she threw on with it. The thought of a shower did wash away any earlier reservations, and honestly? It was the Talusian's style to skip ahead... but not tonight.

At the same time, she couldn't help but notice the inviting sheen on Jorryn's lips and felt a little disappointed at what she could offer in return. Her mouth wasn't dry, but it didn't have all the sophistication of saliva glands and 'ganic flesh.

"Oh... I had somewhere in mind, mm."

The distance between them closed another touch before Arris placed her metal palm just below Jorryn's chest, and gently pushed her back, stepping out of the woman's hand along her synth-covered stomach.

With a toothy smirk, Arris twisted away and sauntered out the bedroom door. Her hand grasped the frame, so it wouldn't close, and with her other a single finger waved the saucy Sith along.

The first thing Jorryn might notice on their little journey off Desevro was how poor a pilot Arris was. Airspeeders were one thing, and she flew those professionally well, but the inertia in a vacuum and the comparable sluggishness of your average light freighter worked against the swoopfreak's instincts.

They blipped out of hyperspace, not in a star system, but near an object in space.

Arris swiveled her chair to face Jorryn and crossed her arms behind her head. "Well, here we are."

The 'here' in question was a large comet, since captured, and converted into a traveling resort.

"Lost Astra... Ever been?"

Carved into the rocky body was a small city within a handful of massive glass domes. Inside, towers and recreational complexes around, with narrow streets between them, and no small amount of colorful light being projected out into space. From a distance, it looked like a fire until the detailed splendor was revealed on their descent towards the hangar. Arris's landing (while successful!) was rough.

"My thoughts," she said while walking down the loading ramp, "are dinner, shopping, and entertainment in that order."

Arris was admittedly quite nervous, but she hid it well and resisted all urge to control it with her implants.

 

[Jorryn Fordyce]

// Lady Jorryn Fordyce //
// Objective // Date //
// Focus // Arris Windrun //

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A small chuckle escaped from Jorryn's lips as she was fended off by the Talusian, clearly her attempts to seduce early had failed. Not that she minded, a nice date would be enjoyable. Even if it meant she had to wait. And as the cyborg called her forward with a finger, Jorryn allowed herself to be beckoned forward.

She would regret the allowance very shortly, clinging violently to the seat she found herself in as she witnessed the poorest piloting she ever had the misfortune of experiencing. A silent prayer for her life was offered to nobody in particular as she was thrown about the chair she sat in, wondering exactly how there was turbulence in a goddamned vacuum.

Fortunately it eventually ended, but not before her hair had been thrown into a mess and her stomach turned somewhat. A look of shock and irritation would tell Arris all Jorryn wanted to let her know about how she felt about the experience.

And it grew worse as the cyborg casually threw her arms behind her head and spun on the chair.

"You do have a license to pilot this thing don't you?"

But soon enough, her attention would instead be pulled towards the asteroid that they now sat upon. A suprisingly luxurious city hidden amongst the stars that the Echani had never before laid eyes upon.

"I can't say I have, but I trust that it will be worth that trip."

With a huff, Jorryn made a quick escape towards the bathroom to fix her hair and reaffirm that she was, in fact, now on stable ground. Returning from the refresher, her hair had been properly adjusted and fell in pale trusses along her shoulders.

The pair then made their exit from the shuttle, and Jorryn allowed an air of easiness to fill her once again as she made sure to enjoy whatever the evening held.

"That sounds like a lovely evening, Arris, though if we're going somewhere nice to eat it might be best to do the shopping beforehand." An arms interwove itself with the Talusian's as Jorryn clung to her date, allowing her free hand to rest upon the woman's arm. "I think I look better in a little black dress than a jacket."

A mischievous smile turned towards Arris as Jorryn's black lips parted in a whisper.

"Though, for tonight maybe I'll follow your preference for what I do and don't wear."

 

[Arris Windrun]

"You do have a license to pilot this thing don't you?"

Arris tossed a glance and snorted - then a double-take. "Oh..." she read it on the Sith's face. "You aren't kidding?"

It was good to know Jorryn hadn't been before; meant the Talusian didn't have to live up to some previous expectations of the place. Which was good, because her experience of Lost Astra (and what she had in mind) wasn't in the brochure.

"That sounds like a lovely evening, Arris, though if we're going somewhere nice to eat it might be best to do the shopping beforehand." An arms interwove itself with the Talusian's as Jorryn clung to her date, allowing her free hand to rest upon the woman's arm. "I think I look better in a little black dress than a jacket."

"Oh - no, no, no." Arris wore a sly grin. "I mean... I'm sure you look great in all cuts, yeah? But..."

She tripped on her own feet at what the Echani said next, nearly pulling her down by the arm, before saving their footing at the last second.

They arrived at the back door of a building that was a little out of the way from the high-class foot traffic and tourist traps. Were it not for the lack of signage or security, one might even suspect this area to be off-limits. She pressed the intercom, and a voice answered.

"Who is it?" The impatient voice was worn and masculine.

Arris leaned near the speaker. "It's me." Then gave Jorryn a wink.

A few moments later, the door opened, but not the path forward. No, that was blocked by a Herglic larger than the entrance. His hulking frame was betrayed only by the small spectacles he wore. He hunched over and peered at the two of them, his brow furrowed.

The cetacean stepped aside. "Down the elevator. Stay out of trouble." He looked at Jorryn, then pointed at Arris. "Trouble."

Where did the cozy lift lead them? An illicit cantina for people like Arris. But of course, even when she picked a high-end destination, it was for the sleeze. Still, it was 'high-end' for what it was. A fully staffed bar under dim lava lights with dining tables and a dance floor, with reflective surfaces that diluted the sense of space into a seemingly endless (and somewhat disorienting) expanse.

Arris's hand found its way to the small of Jorryn's back as they approached the bar.

"Best Kaadu skewers in the galaxy," she insisted with an awkward smile that only touched the surface of how insecure she felt.