Home Front: Virtue & Vice || The Confederacy

[Xazzex Xivar]

Xazzex didn't withdrawal even while Zenva did. What would be the point of both of them resetting their positions? The point in a game of strategy was to constantly strive to out maneuver the other player. In this case, it was just a social exchange. Ordinarily, lives or ship-loads of credits would be on the line. This was an opportunity to feel the other woman out with little to lose -- long as Xazzex didn't make a gross faux pas and earn Zenva's ire, of course.

A slow roll of her head by a few degrees accompanied the Zabrak's response. There was none other at present? Or was she simply not concerned with exclusivity?

Zenva advanced once more with her presence over the table and facing off with Xazzex once more. The emerald hand slowly descended from her chin to lay flat near the center of the table. Scarcely an intrusion, but a shortening of the distance between them all the same. "We only just started discussing your collection of toys earlier, and already I was intrigued." No doubt Zenva had quite the arsenal. "There are many places some capable as yourself could show off without fear of unworthy eyes catching sight. I would enjoy being party to an exclusive demonstration."

Zenva Vrotoa ​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Zenva's corrupted eyes swept down, tracing the Falleen's hand as it feel to the table. Proximity, and the unfortunate lighting working against her again, making impossible to hide the biting of her bottom lip before her attention returned to the emerald skinned beauty's golden gaze. The relative quiet of their booth letting the odd rumble in her throat carry easily. Her wicked smile trembled as the savage, feral parts of the monstrous Zabrak fought against the mask she wore; The consummate professional.

It was all too much, Zenva blinked first. Slowly, she reclined back into her seat. She gulped in air as if she had been holding her breath and glanced away briefly, clearly needing to collect herself. When she looked back, she wore a soft smile. Her teeth hidden for a change. "I yield, my Empress. You are far to distracting to stare at in public, Kelloh."

Again, she exhaled heavily, retrieving her wine and finishing it in a swallow. Clearing her throat, she continued. "I will be sure to invite you to the earliest opportunity I have to show off for you." The Zabrak's chuckle filled their space once again. "But let's talk about toys. It's safer. I'm going to build some Droids for you, and now have a very clear image of them in my mind."

Her dress shifted to reveal a leg of thick muscle. The ebony tattoos swirling, and spiking across her body disappearing into her black stilettos. Her off hand came up to wave through the air before folding into the other in her lap. "Of course, I was very serious about that being your Speeder now, unless of course you would prefer a different color pattern. I'm curious about what other desires you might have, I'shuree Nuin." Finally those serrated teeth flashed in another broad grin.

Xazzex Xivar

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

Xazzex held her golden rings on the Zabrak across from her with a smile on dark lips as Zenva wrestled with impulses. No sound followed, but the Falleen did roll her head ever so slightly to the side as she watched Zenva relax into her seat once more. A moment later, the emerald woman likewise settled back; her hand withdrawn to her side of the table.

Difficult not to contemplate the reasons for Zenva's choice. Perhaps it would become clear in due time. What was most important, however, was the other woman was in good spirits. Not because Xazzex wanted the galaxy to love her, but because Zenva, in particular, was good company.

"I'm quite taken by the color, actually." Not from a native Falleen perspective, but as someone out in the galaxy where most other species held an instinctive aversion to the color. Not to mention a certain devil that wore it spectacularly.

A throaty chuckle followed Zenva's curiosity. "Falleen don't shy away from a fight, but as business women anything we can do to secure our supply lines would only benefit us. What would you favor? Bolstering armor, strengthening fire power, overwhelming speed, or forms of stealth? We could both stand to gain from investing in such toys." Space-faring vessels were the most obvious or common form to wrangle, but land vehicles were at times just as crucial. Precious few things went from a hole in the ground directly to space. And there were those that would seek to seize their gains, given the chance; criminals, but also the law. Even the Confederacy would look poorly on their efforts if they were caught. The key phrase being, of course, 'if they were caught.'

Zenva Vrotoa​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Images danced behind Zenva's caustic yellow-red eyes. Dimly light imaginings of Emerald and Ruby digits intertwined, laughter and whispers filling the void around them. Her eyes closed, licking her lips again before forcing her attention to the reality around her. "You are too kind, Kelloh. Although I must say, I'm struggling to remain a business woman with all this flattery."

The Crimson Devil's razored teeth flashed in a deep smile before she leaned forward to collect the wine bottle. She continued advancing, reaching out to refill Xazzex's glass first. She lingered there for a moment, stretching across the table, smirking. "I am," She paused to choose her words, her pink tongue running across her coal lips once more. "Bordering on obsessed with your color."

A low, rich chortle bubbled from the Zabrak before she retreated. Refilling her glass, the Crimson Devil's expression shifted subtly as she forced herself to continue to wear the mask of an Entrepreneur. "I don't tend to favor one strength over another. Not in a fight at least. My War Plate for example," She paused, looking up with an extension near confusion. "Combat Armor, yes? Is considered a Heavy Power Armor. Very resilient, but I carry some of the deadliest weapons in the galaxy. I employ mobility systems that give me unparalleled speed and agility, and top all of it with an advanced Stealth Cloak."

Setting the bottle down, Zenva took up her fresh drink in her dominant hand. "My personal Starship is much the same. Numerous Stealth Systems, heavy armor, and more weapons than a Ship of it's size should need. I have high standards, as I'm sure you can understand, and I don't have shortcomings." Zenva's mischievous grin broke through her attempts to remain professional.

Zenva's gaze swept over the Falleen slowly, drinking in the view with obvious enjoyment if her grin were to be trusted. "I would enjoy dressing you, my Empress. I have a new Jump Pack system that works exquisitely with my Omnidirectional Mobility System. I could give you a suit of training armor tonight if you should desire."

Another sultry laugh escaped the Zabrak. Her smile in full bloom as she lost another battle with the rising tide of crimson emotions boiling inside her. "So very distracting. I would apologize but," She shrugged, and sipped her wine. She never finished the sentence, her gaze finally returned to meet Xazzex's golden orbs.

Xazzex Xivar

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

Xazzex slid her glass forward from where she'd set it, her eyes never leaving the crimson woman. "Now who's flattering whom?" It wasn't often people complimented her, especially about her appearance. Of course, she didn't go out of her way to make friends either, but that hardly stopped people from making unbidden comments. Zenva's remarks were far from unwelcome, however.

Once Zenva poured her own glass, the Falleen slowly lifted her own in concert with her Zabrak friend.

The Baroness was a product of her environment, much like Xazzex. In responding to a question where the other woman would focus her strength in toys, she'd focused almost exclusively on herself as an individual. When that turned into teasing about using it as an excuse to 'dress' her Falleen companion, there was no complaint about receiving something herself; but perhaps she would need to bring up... wider appeal later. When her thoughts weren't clouded. If it were almost anyone else, Xazzex would have brought it up, completely disinterested if she "ruined the mood." For Zenva, the full breadth of business could wait.

"I hope the armor wouldn't conceal my identity too much," she replied in good humor to Zenva's offer. It would be curious to see what this mobility armor could do, however. Especially if it didn't stand out as armor. It always paid to have capabilities potential enemies weren't aware of.

"But you have nothing to apologize for." Did Zenva ever apologize? Xazzex didn't. She said what she meant and if people got offended that was their problem -- heavens help them if they tried to make it her problem. A Queen or Empress of a planet did not bow before anyone, but that didn't mean they couldn't recognize a strategic error. Zenva didn't rule a planet, but a criminal organization wasn't much different except in scope and focus.

After a sip of her wine, Xazzex smiled. "We could go elsewhere if it's too distracting," she added as if the arena were the issue. The private lounge was theirs, but Zenva might be cautious in case of some kind of surveillance; so Xazzex would offer her an out if that were the case.

Zenva Vrotoa​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

The Zabrak's nose wrinkled once again, her pearlescent teeth on full display as she grinned. Flattery was just another weapon, a piece to play in their game. A double edged weapon perhaps as it truly was the best way to ease the Crimson Devil's temper, but one that the Falleen seemed equally pleased with. That her flattery was laced with an edge of eagerness and truth only sharpened the blade so to speak.

As Xazzex took up her glass, Zenva's glass bobbed in a salute before they shared an informal toast. The Falleen's response to Zenva's teasing remarks about dressing her earned a click of her tongue and a grimace as she hissed in annoyance. Much of her proprietary equipment, such as the O.D.M. System she so heavily favored, required an advanced Heads-up Display and sufficient targeting systems to operate properly. One could get cybernetic Implants to control them instead, but Zenva's body was perfect. To suggest it needed any further enhancements apart from the metal claws grafted into her fingertips would be beyond insulting.

"Very well. We'll start with Armorweave skirts, and plated corsets." She said with a soft chuckle. Zenva paused to sip her wine, her eyes fixated on Xazzex's. Behind those corrosive orbs she was already considering colors and patterns to compliment the emerald skinned woman. As the glass fell away her mischievous grin returned nearly instantly. A moment later her crowned head tilted slightly, her grin deepening as her thoughts wondered into the sea of red again.

"Go elsewhere?" She asked. Her head rolled back as a ringing laugh burst from the Zabrak. "We should have dinner before you take me home for dessert, Kelloh." Zenva's glass was set aside as she brought her off arm up to rest her elbow on the table. Once again she leaned forward to rest her jaw in the palm of her hand. "Then again, as I have yielded, I will not refuse if you should order a change of venue, my Empress."

Beyond the quiet of their booth, the arena erupted with noise. Names and titles were being announced and soon the next fight would begin. The outcome of the battle was a forgone conclusion in the Zabrak's mind. A Gammorran and Trandoshan were being pitted against one another. The Gammorran would likely kill the reptile in just a few blows if he could catch his opponent. The more likely outcome, the faster Trandoshan would slowly cut the beast apart in a glorious display for the crowd. None of that even registered with Zenva, the whole of her attention focused on the Falleen across from her, a soft smile on her coal painted lips.

Xazzex Xivar

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

Plated corsets? Skirts? Xazzex looked over at Zenva calmly, but in that curiously all too still fashion. The woman certain hadn't lost her humor. Xazzex couldn't say she'd ever worn anything like whatever had flown through the Crimson Devil's thoughts. No matter what that might have been, it was obvious -- from what had been displayed so far -- Zenva did not possess a poor sense of taste. The droids and hover vehicle possessed aesthetic quality on top of function.

A bark of laughter accompanied the Zabrak's roar. Zenva also didn't lack in an ability to restrain herself; even offered an opportunity to do otherwise. Was that just who she was, or some effort to play to her Falleen partner? There were few ways to impress someone truly xenophobic -- someone that believed everyone that wasn't of a kind were beneath them. Discipline, a Falleen quality, to a great extent helped. Ruthlessness or heartlessness when the circumstances warranted it was another. A devious or cunning mind... Then a hum quietly rose from within Xazzex as Zenva took to claiming a perch upon the table.

Xazzex leaned forward, but didn't bother propping her chin up, eyes locked with those 'corrupted' irises. "It's not the venue, it's the company that matters. There's no one to disturb us here unless we summon them. Let us... bask in the moment together." There was no need to rush. Likewise, Xazzex didn't believe Zenva had 'yielded' at all. The other woman might accept the pace the Falleen set, but if Xazzex ever for a moment believed the other woman tamed... that would likely be Xazzex's last. Arrogant as her kind were they knew when someone were truly broken, and Zenva was by far nowhere near.

Sounds rose that suggested a round of combat had ended. It seemed neither woman much cared either. Well, there were no known names in the arena and they'd both seen enough the novelity had worn off some time ago. It was far more satisfying to have your own hand in such affairs; not that Xazzex went out of her way to slaughter people. They usually came to her in some effort to steal straight from her own hand.

"Mm, and I will need to learn more of these phrases you use. Perhaps I can surprise you, next we meet." An experienced politician, Xazzex knew certain phrases in many languages, but practically none of them were terms of endearment. Why would a Falleen learn how to sweet talk someone of another race? Business propositions and threats, on the other hand...

Zenva Vrotoa​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

The paranoia that came as a result of her long, and dangerous life warned the Zabrak that proximity would risk exposure to the Falleen's natural pheromones. In a contest of willpower she was blatantly outmatched for a change. Xazzex could simply choose to win if the exchange with the guard outside was to be believed. Those long honed instincts however were beginning to fail with the raging storm of hungers eating away at the Crimson Devil's resolve. Dark impulses fought against the mask of composer she tried to wear, setting her serrated teeth on edge. Just a taste.

Xazzex leaned forward, and Zenva's mask slipped again. Another low rumble boiled from the Zabrak, at once a growl and a purr of nearly animalistic desire. This time she made no effort to mask her tongue dampening her lips once again or the teeth holding her bottom lip for an instant. As the Falleen spoke, Zenva's corrosive gaze shifted once again to watch her lips form each word. The Zabrak's ebony lips curled in response as a soft chuckle escaped her.

"Oh but, Kelloh, I am a covetous woman. Now that I've been given a moment, I'm going to want another. And another. And another." The Zabrak's teeth flashed as an actual laugh burst from her. A soft hum accompanied her smile this time as her mind tried to wonder away again. There was noise around them, but it didn't register for the Zabrak. Those golden orbs set in flawless emerald consumed the whole of her attention until those oyxn lips parted to create new music for her to savor.

Hairless brows rose as Zenva's horn crowned head straightened in her hand. "Oh really?" The Zabrak's hands came together in front of her, clawed fingers lacing together as she leaned forward to face Xazzex fully. Yellow-red eyes fixated on those mesmerizing golden ones. "My tongue, your mouth? My, my, that does sound exciting." Her smile sharpened as a giggle slipped through. That rumbling purr boiled in the Zabrak's throat yet again, clearing enjoying her version of the Falleen's meaning more.

Xazzex Xivar

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

Covetous. Naturally. You didn't climb on top of others to sit at the peak and not be possessive. One had certain expectations... certain demands of others that were either met else the petitioner was disposed of. Xazzex might be an Empress of Falleen, and Zenva a Baroness in Cartel space, but such titles only conferred that they should not be too dismissive of one another. Xazzex was not Zenva's Empress; the rank matter little except to know the scope of consequences were she angered. In a sense -- larger picture aside -- they were just two women accustomed to getting what they wanted.

As time wore on, Zenva seemed less reserved in Xazzex's presence. Might it be an erosion in rank? Zenva wasn't the type to submit to external authority so lording over her wouldn't benefit either of them. Long as she didn't mistakenly conclude at some point it was the Falleen that submitted... Well, there was something charming to seeing the woman so animated. So bold. Whatever had held her back so far seemed to ease in that moment.

An emerald hand lifted from the table, palm up, as their eyes remain on one another. "Not consideration I've offered another before." Xazzex hadn't missed the phrasing in Zenva's reply. It was amusing, actually. It helped Xazzex already had a favorable opinion of the woman; others might have found the offer let alone the experience quite the opposite of one's fantasy. "Few genuinely offer as much freely." The opportunities were few enough, and it being done of their own will equally problematic from people that knew to be wary. What need was there to ensnare Zenva in such a fashion? There were tradeoffs using the pheromones -- people lost a bit of themselves in the influence, and they became lesser than they had been. That guard outside was probably still distracted thinking about a green woman that hadn't given them a second thought.

Zenva Vrotoa​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

A taste. I want it. I need it. Give it to me!
The Zabrak's caustic yellow-red eyes closed for a moment as she forced her mind to focus once more. When she opened them again, she froze in place. Her breath caught in her throat, hearts thundering in her breast. Xazzex's hand lay at the center of the table with the claws of the Zabrak's off hand hovering above her exposed wrist. When had that happened?

She didn't touch the Falleen Empress, but had nearly taken her hand out of instinct. Her eyes snapped up to Xazzex's golden gaze as the woman spoke again. Slowly Zenva's blackened lips peeled away from serrated teeth in another nose crinkling grin. Her mind ran away with the Falleen's words to create stunning new scenes for the Zabrak's imagination to enjoy. Another low rumble boiled through the Crimson Devil as Xazzex feel silent, lingering close.

Again those corrosive eyes closed as she drew a breath slowly. This time her eyes shifted to watch the emerald skinned woman's hand resting, palm up, beneath her own. Long crimson digits tracing lines in the air just centimeters above the delicate emerald wrist. The conflict in her mind intensified, a war between impulses and the need to be respected, a hard earned thing, during this encounter.

"Such an offer is truly flattering, Majesty." She murmured in a low, almost revenant tone. Her hand drifted low, her palm nearly pressing into Xazzex's, and stopped. Her eyes flicked back up to Xazzex's golden orbs. "I would beg your permission, my Empress. I desire to touch you."

The Zabrak's soft pink tongue appeared briefly as she licked her lips. Smiling again softly, Zenva's attention shifted between the Falleen's hand and eyes a few times, her hand shifting ever closer to laying in the woman's palm. Feth the consequences! Truer shades of the Crimson Devil were winning the conflict in her mind. Business wasn't even a factor to her in this moment.

Xazzex Xivar

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

In this moment, Xazzex could nearly feel the comforts of home. Only, she was far more intrigued by the woman in front of her than most others she would taunt or tease in this fashion. Most would find this the pivotal moment when she withdrew to be left wanting. Xazzex always had a mean streak to her. Her cruelty was subtler than most no matter how blatant it was to an observer. Naturally, there was the temptation to do what she always had in moments such as these. To be cruel. Perhaps her lips didn't twitch, but her eyes never strayed from Zenva's features as the two wrestled with their inner demons.

Every now and again Xazzex held her breath just a tick longer than was necessary as she checked her self-control. A woman of her station had to be the pinnacle of perfection to command respect, but even she was still only Falleen. If not careful a seemingly genuine moment could be ruined by a careless loss of control over her pheromones; and that would not do.

"You may touch me," Xazzex replied with a warm, but calm voice. Zenva might have whether permission was given or not. Both circumstances had their allure. Still, if her cruelty could not be indulged, perhaps it would be sated by claiming some manner of control over the moment. Yes, that should keep her instincts sated. For the moment. It was quite captivating to wonder what the Baroness would do next. Such a powerful woman had held herself back so far, and it certainly seemed to take its toll.

Zenva Vrotoa​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Beg? Hardly, but the Zabrak had lost her battle with restraint and her truest self was willing to play nearly any role to achieve her desires. An Empress was not an accomplishment she would win with her usual mindset, taking anything and everything by brute force, no. The mask of the Crimson Devil wouldn't work against the Falleen. Then again, Zenva didn't feel the need to hide from those golden eyes either.

"Generous as you are beautiful, my Empress." She murmured in that same soft tone. Forcing her yellow-red eyes away from the Falleen gaze, Zenva smiled as she settled the palm of her hand in Xazzex's. The tips of the Zabrak's fingers gilded gently across Xazzex's wrist, the ebony claws at the tip of her ruby digits never daring to touch the emerald flesh beneath them.

Zenva's eyes snapped up a moment later as her entire body suddenly tensed. The Zabrak shot forward, leaning across the table in a powerful surge of motion. Clearly she had been studying the distance between them for some time. Securing Xazzex's hand only confirmed the Falleen couldn't easily escape her. Quick as a serpent's strike, Zenva's lips found the Falleen's in a stolen kiss. She lingered there for only a moment, her tongue brushing against Xazzex's oynx lips briefly to final get the taste her darkness ached for. Perhaps even seeking entrance as she had previously teased. If Xazzex's response were favorable, the kiss could be extended, but already the Zabrak's body was relaxing to begin her retreat.

Xazzex Xivar

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

Xazzex smiled as Zenva sought to take her hand almost delicately at first. It was almost reverent the care the Zabrak had taken not to 'intrude' on the Falleen's person or her station. Others might have played lip service, but otherwise been unconcerned. Most of the demand for permission to be touched in the first place was little more than theater to justify response to unwelcome advances or power plays of those accustomed to brute strength winning the day. Being flattered, or pampered in this way almost romantically certainly wasn't amiss.

Emerald fingers lightly sought to cradle the accepted hand. If Zenva hadn't taken the permission to accelerate her own reaction, Xazzex would have guided the woman forward. It was better for the other woman to have taken the initiative though. Subduing people was a pleasure, but if there was more than strictly business here in their indulgence, then Xazzex would expect more than servitude. As it turned out, there'd be no chance of becoming disappointed.

There was a slight hike in Xazzex's brow as the Devil surged forward. The Falleen didn't recoil, but the action had not been anticipated. Zenva had been holding back, but to think it would erupt so suddenly and to such an extent... Well, even a cold-blooded women could appreciate it. Her fingers curled about the Zabrak's so she did not tear their touch apart just as abruptly.

Now that it had come to it, the only remaining question was just how deep and how fierce Zenva's desires ran. Awkwardly resuming their seats and watching a fight was hardly befitting either of them. Not when they'd come this far. So, Xazzex's other hand rose as she pressed her lips back in that not-so-chaste kiss. If it came to it, the Falleen would try to secure the Zabrak in the grasp of her other hand to prevent a retreat, but hopefully Zenva was well aware of the return in pressure. Perhaps, even, with the slightparting of her lips.

Would this be a one night stand? A flame ignited, the fuel spent, and nothing more? Or would it linger? Could it grow? Xazzex hadn't given it much thought. It would be... something new, however. Not something to be avoided with someone as passionate and dynamic as Zenva ether. Things would never be boring in her presence, and that Xazzex could look forward to.

Zenva Vrotoa​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

The Falleen's response was more than a favorable one. Emerald fingers quickly trapped her left hand, her own crimson digits coiling eagerly around the Falleen's hand in response. Xazzex's free hand came up, taking hold of the Zabrak's dominant hand to prevent Zenva's potential escape. All while the Empress returned her kiss with an enthusiasm she couldn't ignore.

Zenva's body relaxed all the same, melting into the kiss as her amazonian figure settled onto the table. She remained as close as the table would allow without actually climbing over it. Laying across it and craning her neck up to meet Xazzex's lips. Her enthusiasm seemed endless, her tongue dampening Xazzex's lips again as they battled with Zenva's. She wouldn't force anything, allowing Xazzex to determine just how passionate their kiss became, but neither would she be the first to withdraw. The darkness that had long twisted the Zabrak's mind wouldn't be satisfied with a single moment, driving her constantly to indulge for as long as possible.

The noise outside their private booth became meaningless. Someone had died perhaps if the nervous energy outside even registered with either woman. Thoughts beyond the sweetness of Xazzex's oynx lips had been drawn in the rising tide of crimson flooding her mind. For Zenva, this moment was all that existed in the galaxy.

More. The thought cconsumed every fiber of her being. Her mind was made up, every excuse to be in this woman's presence would be hunted down. Zenva's twin hearts thundered in her breast, setting her blood aflame. Once would never be enough.

"Kelloh," She murmured as the need to breathe caused their kiss to part briefly. Immediately the Zabrak's lips pressed forward again, eagerly starting the entire battle again. Still she didn't force her way past Xazzex's lips, but obviously wanted their tongues to share a dance. "Invite me beside you." She whispered against Xazzex's lips eventually.

Xazzex Xivar

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

"Am I only a casual dalliance?" Xazzex asked with an edge to her quiet voice as she stared at the Zabrak beofre her. "To be enjoyed across a table. I insist you join me." A smile spread across her dark lips. "Nothing should stand between us." How was that for an invitation? Zenva might even do more than sit beside her Falleen partner with all that laid down. Somehow, she doubted either would complain.

It'd be far more comfortable if they were stretched over a table. Well, Zenva was doing most of the stretching. Not to mention it would be curious to see just how far Zenva was prepared to go. Something said there were few lengths which the other woman would go, but there was speculation and realization -- it was always more enjoyable to witness the latter.

There'd likely be no need, but if necessary Xazzex could try to take hold of Zenva to help 'drag' her around into the Falleen's embrace. If she came willingly, which was likely, then the emerald woman would sit on the moment's throne with a hand extended toward her companion.

Zenva Vrotoa

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Zenva recoiled slightly, a pained look of confusion wrinkled her brow. Xazzex's voice took on an edge, nearly scolding the Zabrak. For a moment the thought of being rejected had honestly crossed Zenva's mind. How had she managed to misunderstand the Falleen's intentions? Thankfully Xazzex's tease was revealed for just that a moment later as her oyxn lips curled in another smile. Zenva's serrated teeth flashed in a deep smile of her own as a giggle started to boil from her.

"Forgive me, Majesty." Zenva cooed, laughter coloring her tone. Almost immediately she began to move, her legs shifting onto the table, her heels hanging over the edge. "I would never want you to imagine I think so little of your company."

Slipping off the side of the table, Zenva's heels clicked against the floors as she slipped into the Falleen's seat in a single serpentine motion. For only a moment Zenva towered over the smaller woman as she drew herself into Xazzex's personal space. A smile curled her coal painted lips, pearlescent teeth contrasting sharply against her dark complexion.

"You are very correct, Kelloh. There should be nothing between you and I. It would be." Zenva's mouth decending to brush against Xazzex's as she spoke. "A tragedy not to be closer." Slowly Zenva drew her legs up onto the seat beneath her. Her upper body started pushing up onto the table until she was practically laying in front of Xazzex, a meal for the senses. By the time her shifting stopped her knees rest in the seat beside the Falleen. Zenva lay in such a way that horned head was kept below Xazzex's eye line, no longer forcing her to look up at the powerfully built Zabrak.

She supported her weight on the elbow of her dominant arm, and had refused to release Xazzex's hands as she moved. Her grip tightened gently on Xazzex's fingers as she tried to pull the Empress into another kiss. "Please, my Empress. I desire to touch you again." She murmured softly, leaning forward so much the Falleen would have to retreat into her seat to escape another kiss.

Xazzex Xivar

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

Despite her overwhelming desires, Zenva was still as cunning, manipulative, and dangerous as ever. She was ravenous to behold, but just as lightning quick as her shock at Xazzex's initial tone, the Zabrak would skewer anyone that began to think less of her for her sultry ways. To think Xazzex would have the privilege of seeing a side of the woman she must show very few. It would not be an honor easily won again if spurned.

Captivated by her companion, the emerald woman watched the crimson movements before her eyes. Having to look up at Zenva didn't perturb her now any more than it had earlier, but her stature added to the allure. Knowing what could be even as the other woman feigned being lower and more vulnerable.

As Zenva pulled, Xazzex's arms tensed as she pulled in turn; not enough to overpower the indomitable woman, but to draw them closer together. For a moment, she let their foreheads and their novel protrusions to rest against one another as leverage to keep their lips parted enough to speak. "That I desire greatly." The Falleen tilted her head just enough to close the short gap to press their lips together once more. Much fun it was to be pampered, she wouldn't be naught a passive participant. With her hands captured, however, the only limb she had to assail Zenva with was her tongue.

Zenva Vrotoa

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Unmasked by those golden eyes, the true Zenva flashed pearlescent teeth in a hungry smile that had nothing to do with food. The Zabrak's mind had fully submerged in the tides of crimson emotions she had been fighting against, passion in particular. Business interests, and the expansion of her illicit profit margins might have been the reason Zenva had so boldly disturbed the office of the Vice-Head of the Confederacy of Independent Systems, but such matters had been forgotten as completely as the gladiators outside their booth.

The Speakers words consumed her attention, adding fuel to the fire burning in her belly. The touch of Xazzex's emerald fingers sent a thrill through her, lighting up her nerves like electricity. Those soft oyxn lips were sweeter than nectar, and more filling than ambrosia. More! The thought devoured anything that wasn't related to the Falleen.

As Zenva drew Xazzex in, the Empress returned her enthusiasm, pulling closer in turn. The Falleen, ever the tease, and ever in control, stopped the Zabrak's advances with her forehead. Zenva's mouth opened wordlessly, serrated teeth flashing as though she had planned to bite Xazzex for denying her. A low growl boiled from the Zabrak once her teeth closed on open air.

Before she could respond to Xazzex's words, Zenva's mouth was occupied. The growling immediately melted into a deep hum of pleasure as the two kissed again. The Falleen brought her most dangerous weapon to bare once more, her tongue. The moment she realized it, Zenva's battled against hers with equal parts enthusiasm and restraint.

More! Pleased with how their game was progressing, Zenva took everything Xazzex would allow. Savoring the moment, still Zenva moved to do exactly as she had said, and touch the Falleen Empress again. She relaxed the fingers of her off hand, attempting to pull her hand away. If Xazzex didn't fight her, Zenva's left hand came up to caress Xazzex's emerald cheek as they kissed. Until the Empress stopped pouring, Zenva would continue to drink the wine that was her affection.

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[Xazzex Xivar]

Xazzex didn't resist Zenva withdrawing her hand. In fact, the Falleen was grateful for it. It gave back an appendage that slipped under the Crimson woman's own gentle touch. Once the Falleen was in action, she didn't hesitate. Her fingers cradled the back of Zenva's leg and drew it away from the table and edge of the seat across her lap. Zenva would probably be more comfortable straddling her paramour. The target of her lusts certainly would enjoy her company more directly; at the rate they were going Xazzex would have developed a wicked cramp in her side twisted as she was to enjoy the Zabrak's presence.

Words were no longer necessary, unless Zenva wished to discuss something about their unfolding, unorthodox relationship. Their bodies could do all the expression for them. All of which meant if someone did break the isolation that was cast over the room they would get more than a mere wisp of pheromones and a casual, dismissive wave like the guard out front.

If all went according to plan, Xazzex's free hand would roam no longer held captive.

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[Zenva Vrotoa]

Emerald fingers sent shivers through the Crimson Devil as Xazzex took control of the situation. Zenva didn't waste a moment, moving eagerly as the Falleen drew her into her lap. Soft hums of pleasure rolled through the Zabrak's throat nearly endlessly as she drank deeply of her new friend's affection. She had lost herself entirely in the nectar of Xazzex's oynx lips, her enthusiasm growing by the second.

A sharp gasp escaped the Zabrak as Xazzex's free hand started to navigate her statuesque figure. In response, Zenva tried to pull her dominant hand free as well to cup Xazzex's face fully as they enjoyed themselves. Time lost meaning for a moment, or several minutes, Zenva wasn't sure, but in time she pulled her head back enough to whisper to her companion. "Please excuse my outburst, Majesty."

The Zabrak straightened herself to her full height while still in the Falleen's lap. A sharp smile curled her lips, serrated teeth gleaming in a smile one might expect on a well fed Nexu. "Cousin." She said in a powerful tone. "Seal my booth, no interruptions. Then turn off my Shadez."

A low chuckle boiled from the Zabrak as she leaned forward once more, her hands still caressing emerald skin. "Where were we?" She murmured softly once again, her voice low and sultry. She didn't kiss Xazzex again but stopped herself, teeth nearly brushing against Xazzex's oynx lips. "I would kiss you again, my Empress." A teasing little giggle accompanied her words.

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