Home Front: Virtue & Vice || The Confederacy

[Xazzex Xivar]

Xazzex let out a heated breath through her nostrils as Zenva drew back to murmur an apology. Well, why shouldn't they? Plenty of time in life for business and politics. Neither of them had sought to stab the other yet. Seemed like the perfect makings of a sweet indulgence.

Golden rings lifted to follow the Zabrak woman as she straightened up. Certainly plenty on display. The unspoken danger of such a dominating physical presence was delightful. Life was best lived on the edge.

That being said, a little of the warmth ebbed as Xazzex listened to Zenva speak... to someone not physically present. There'd been some form of transaction earlier with a gesture when the woman had placed a wager, but this was different. The Falleen's chin lifted just a bit as did her brows. Who was this Cousin and just how much was being observed up to that point? Curious instructions just to not be disturbed.

Emerald hands rested with the Zabrak's waist as the other woman seemed content to caress as she put aside outside parties. Xazzex's dark lips pulled upward into a smirk as Zenva feigned a struggle to remember where they'd left off. "Would you?" she replied quietly as if it were a matter up for discussion. "Well," her hands began to travel up along Zenva's sides, "I might be inclined toward letting you." To put it mildly.

Zenva Vrotoa

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

The low, rumbling purr of nearly animalistic desire that had escaped the Zabrak so many times changed briefly as Xazzex teased her. Her plump lips curled in a smile, curled further still as a snarl of warning boiled from the Crimson Devil. She had come to far to be denied now, and for a moment considered challenging the Falleen's authority. Thankfully, emerald hands continued their journey across the Zabrak's crimson skin, smoothing away any irritation she might have felt.

Zenva's lips brushed against Xazzex's as she spoke. "Dessert first, then dinner." A giggle slipped from the Zabrak before she pressed herself forward, her lips closing on Xazzex's regardless of her permission. She was confident the Falleen was as hungry as she was.

~Fade to Black~

Xazzex Xivar

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

They were ruthless, cold-blooded criminals interested in making money and their own gratification.

One ruled a planet, commanded a criminal organization, and was second in an economic alliance. The other, ruled a criminal organization, and commanded a manufacturing powerhouse. Neither was satisfied with just enough. Neither believed in being content with the small picture. And no one countermanded their orders.

How was it, then, after indulging themselves that the emerald Falleen found herself with a taller crimson Zabrak snuggled together? This was an unexpectedly warm display of affection. A spell ordinarily broken with Xazzex commanding the person to leave so she can return to important matters. Was Zenva, then, an important matter that parting was not a natural move? It was true that despite her showmanship, Xazzex didn't believe her cowed as most might be in her place. Perhaps it was that pliable resistance that meant a... warmer treatment was in order?

Her golden eyes looked up and over at Zenva curious what if any thoughts might be on display there.

Zenva Vrotoa

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Self-satisfied; smug. If dictionaries were illustrated, Zenva's smile could have be shown beside either. She had won, or had at least accomplished far more than she had intended when she first set foot on this world. Wealth and status had been her primary focus for years now, elevating herself from a simple bounty hunter into one of the most dangerous beings in Hutt Space. With her station secure, indulgence and debauchery often applied to the Zabrak Crime Lord far more than simple currency.

Now well satiated, Zenva sat curled against her Falleen companion's side. Her left arm wrapped behind the smaller woman's shoulders, resting on the back of their now shared seat instead of actively touching the emerald skinned beauty. Together, but almost being careful not to overwhelm the smaller woman with her presence. Raven black locks slipped through the fingers of her dominant hand as Zenva played with Xazzex's hair. The low purr the Zabrak seemed to enjoy making, rumbled through her steadily, obviously pleased with how things had gone.

"Would you like some more wine, Kelloh?" She murmured, as she idly toyed with the Falleen's hair. "Or perhaps some water, to help recover." A giggle slipped from the Zabrak as she leaned in towards Xazzex's ear. "I wouldn't mind having that dinner we were talking about." The Zabrak's rumbling purr boiled in the Falleen's ear.

Far from cowed, and far from tired of their game of dominance, Zenva's smug smirk didn't waver. She would play at being subservient because it was the best path to her desires. It was entertaining to a degree, if she were honest with herself. The Falleen was worthy of her respect, and had already proven an enjoyable companion, but without the use of pheromones or violence, breaking Zenva was hardly a simple task.

Xazzex Xivar

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

It was certainly not usual for someone to be affectionate with Xazzex. Of course, she didn't exactly go out of her way to make it easy. Why should she? If someone couldn't take a verbal lashing, how would they manage to survive in the cut throat galaxy long enough to matter? Though the Falleen couldn't say it was unpleasant.

"Water. I need little more intoxication with you around." And there was no audience to take queues from the way in which she held a glass, nor anyone near that Xazzex might want to snub by 'hiding' behind her drink. A luxurious wine was luxury she enjoyed, but despite public appearances she didn't have an addiction.

"A shared meal would be pleasant. We've certainly had our aperitif. Perhaps we can talk of more personal topics while we dine together. To better understand one another." Not always an easy thing to do with the rich or powerful. So many masks. Such large egos. Still, if Zenva thought to form more of a bond than merely transactional... Bloodletting and manufactured toys were well and good, but ultimately what did she strive for? What little things along the way would provide a means to acquire it, or simply make dealing with the galaxy's riffraff tolerable?

Zenva Vrotoa

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

While it was nearly impossible to rise to the ranks Zenva and her companion had without developing a few inner demons, greed and envy, wrath and pride. These were hardly the Zabrak's primary flaws. Her lust, and the pursuit of it was the true driving force behind the Zabrak's sharp smile and liquid grace. The cool touch of royal skin against her own, the alien sensation of soft hair through her fingertips, and the sweetness that lingered on Zenva's lips were prizes that could compel the Zabrak into doing nearly anything. More.

The bottomless hunger in her soul was ignored for the moment. Her Empress was speaking, consuming the Zabrak's attention. Again Zenva's plump black lips curled in a delighted smile, pearlescent teeth on display. "Oh, you are silver tongued, aren't you, Majesty?" A giggle slipped from her which eventually melted into another rumbling purr.

"Water, and sustenance, as you desire, my Empress." Zenva's smile faded as her gaze shifted to the opposite side of their table. She wouldn't be able to obey the Falleen's decree without returning to her own seat to recover her Shadez. "I suppose I must return to my own seat then."

Turning back to Xazzex, the Zabrak's sharp smile bloomed fully almost instantly. "I would kiss you one last time before I go. If you would permit it, my Empress." She leaned closer to the Falleen, her dominant hand hovering near Xazzex's face ready to steal one last touch for the time being. While she would retreat if she was denied, her smile and proximity might suggest otherwise.

Xazzex Xivar

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

One corner of Xazzex's dark lips curled upward at Zenva's delight. Few people deserved more than a good lashing of her tongue; it was a shock to most to find the prickly Falleen woman had a playful side. No doubt equally surprising to people that knew Zenva -- they might guess at it, but no doubt fed indulged in it. There was always that edge to her eyes even when playful. Not that Xazzex would complain. People should know there were limits.

It hadn't been intended to dismiss the other woman from her own seat, but it appeared the instrument of their order lay out of reach. Zenva made a quick turn, however, and asked for another kiss. Ever so polite. "I would favor your company," she replied with a slightly upturned chin, though not without a faint smile on her lips. If she were the Empress then such things should always appear to be issued by her will, should it not? That's how it was back home, anyway. The Empress was the well-spring of Falleen's success.

Naturally, that made her a target for everyone that wanted all the glory for themselves.

Xazzex reached up to cradle Zenva's cheek in turn as they closed.

"What is that device, if you don't mind me asking." A polite non-question, but one that would accept a desire not to speak of it. It must have quite a few functions.

Zenva Vrotoa

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Another low, sultry laugh slipped through the Zabrak's sharp smile. The Falleen's response sent a shiver of excitement up Zenva's spine. The upturned chin, the hint of a smile beneath that imperious stare, the cool in her voice even after their heated exchange. Absolutely perfect, she mused to herself as those golden orbs drew her in like a vortex.

"I prey you will forgive the single moment I must depart to obey your orders, my Empress. I promise I will return to your company quickly, Kelloh." Zenva murmured softly before she took the opportunity to kiss the emerald skinned beauty once more. Her constant ache to indulge deeper caused her to draw out the moment for several long seconds. Eventually Zenva forced herself to break free of her companion's lips.

A snarl boiled from her once more, annoyed by the difficulty of pulling away, before her smile returned. "This is one of the few toys I actually bought for myself instead of simply built." She slipped from their seat long enough to stand, leaning across the opposite corner of the table she grabbed the device from her seat, and returned as quickly as she could. Pressing herself immediately against Xazzex's side once more, she continued.

"I don't like bulky things, and we're very busy women. Datapads, information slates, comm devices, a remote for the Speeder outside. Pretty soon you need some bulky bag, or are forced to carry stacks of tablets and what have you. These combined a lot of those bulky items into something that is rather elegant, and much more comfortable."

She held up her military grade, amber colored Shadez. She made certain they were pointed away from the Falleen in particular before making a show of turning the device on. She set them on her face briefly, and spoke into the microphone in a calm voice. "Unseal my booth, and send in two of the dinners I ordered." A moment later, Zenva pulled them off, and made a show of turning them off again before holding them up for Xazzex to examine if she chose. "They are called Shadez. I'm sure I could find you the manufacturers contact information if you should desire, Majesty." Another smile curled the Zabrak's plump lips.

Xazzex Xivar

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

The Falleen's hand lifted to stroke Zenva's cheek as the woman afforded a parting kiss. A passionate woman bode poorly for her enemies, but she was certainly captivating. Perhaps there was something to opposites attracting.

As for the device, it was mildly surprising to find it wasn't made by her own hand; but not everything had to be constructed by a single manufacturer. If something adequate and trustworthy enough existed why waste resources reinventing it? All that said, Xazzex remain interested in its capabilities.

Zenva's explanation was somewhat surprising. Only because the woman favored that Protocol droid for so much. On the other hand, much as Xazzex couldn't be easily 'disarmed' of her pheromones, someone could more easily get a Shadez into more sensitive areas than they could a droid. Perhaps she had seen something like this before, once the Zabrak returned. They must not be full of security holes or else Zenva wouldn't be using them.

"Are they easy to conceal?" Xazzex leaned in a little closer to examine them. "I would hate for people to realize I had such a useful device at all times. Imagine just how many Politicians and delegates would think they could contact me every time a whim struck them." It could be useful for business, but as far as bureaucracy, no, the slow drudgery of datapads and comm devices were just fine. "On the other hand, there are many matters that do demand my attention; being reachable for select company is a must."

Zenva Vrotoa

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

One hairless eyebrow quirked up inquisitively as a soft sound of realization slipped from the Zabrak. She always had a second or even third motivation behind everything she did. Hidden meanings behind her words, none verbal indications of the thoughts behind the expressionless mask she so often wore. Even the Shadez themselves were meant to conceal the fact that she was in constant communication with her support systems, Slicers and Soldiers listening and watching through her senses, ready to carry out any task she might desire of them. Why had she never considered the need to hide the device itself?

"Honestly, I've never attempted to conceal them." Zenva's head tilled back as a ringing laugh burst from her. "I don't know why, but I've never felt the need. Though to be fair, only a handful of beings in the whole of our Galaxy know how to contact me directly. For example, my Droid, F-three," Zenva's hand waved off to her side where the Droid would normally be standing. "Handles a majority of my business for me. I lack the temperament for arguing over the finer details of a legitimate business contract."

Setting the Shadez on the table, Zenva's attention shifted back to the Falleen Empress. A little smirk curled Zenva's lips as she slowly reached up to push a lock Xazzex's raven hair behind an emerald ear. "Wine, dinner, and hushed conversation are far more appealing than boardrooms and budget meetings, don't you think? Regardless of how the day ends, I'm fairly confident that you will sign some version of the contract we left in your office. My businesses thrive, and we got to enjoy ourselves instead of bickering over costs and annoying little details." Zenva's smile deepened slowly as she lingered close to her companion.

Xazzex Xivar

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

Well, it wasn't because people would be upset at her ignoring them; merely not wanting to hear the incessant chimes of their attempts that caused the Falleen to think of discretion. Unlike when they nagged her in person for attention, she couldn't verbally lambast them without engaging and that would defeat the entire point of trying to ignore them in the first place. At least when she was out of office all they could do was leave a message.

The Falleen actually laughed then. "You're right. I'll simply tell them no when they ask how to reach me." Wouldn't even bother with a polite excuse, such as it being for emergencies only. If that upset them, so be it. Perhaps if they afforded her companies or Falleen more credits she might care. Or -- unfortunately -- got Vemric's ear and then she might need to care. At least the man wasn't easily swayed by honeyed words. They weren't that dissimilar.

Lidded eyes regarded the other woman as she affectionately slid her hair back behind an ear. Xazzex's dark lips remain upturned at the corners. Little late to pretend touching was taboo. "Annoying," she agreed, "but important details." The emerald woman leaned in closer with a smirk on her lips. A more 'appealing' encounter wouldn't soften Xazzex's brain when it came time to deal with the contract. Zenva would be of sound judgment to lose respect for her new companion if it had. Falleen were exceptional at compartmentalizing personal and business matters. "Which we can leave for later." Certainly wasn't necessary to start that whole process here and now, was it?

"You will stay with me, won't you?" A question with an already established answer. Of course Zenva wouldn't return to her seat when the meal arrived.

Zenva Vrotoa

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

The Falleen's laughter brought another excited grin to the Zabrak's sharp features. "Oen K'tedata." She murmured in her native tongue, giggling in response to Xazzex's decision to simply say no when it suited her. Similar, yet utterly different, the Empress really was a woman after her own hearts.

Once more, Xazzex reminded the Zabrak who was in charge, leaning forward with an expression Zenva would only later be able to describe as captivating. In the moment, the Zabrak could only lick her lips and bite the bottom one as Xazzex assured her business would resume normally, later. A small nod of agreement was all she could manage at first, enraptured by the emerald beauty.

The question brought her mind back to focus, her eyes widening briefly at the thought of being separated from the woman already. "I wouldn't dream of leaving your side before you command it, my Empress." Zenva's sharp smile returned as she leaned forward as though to kiss Xazzex, but stopped just before doing so.

In her mind, it was the truth. Nothing beyond the Falleen pressed against her side mattered in the slightest, at least currently. "I've only just learned your taste, and I am covetous." She teased, chuckling softly. She hovered there, waiting to see if Xazzex would indulge further, or withdraw. Perhaps they were more alike than Zenva thought, and the Empress would exploit the Crimson Devil's obvious ferver for her own amusement.

Xazzex Xivar

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

"That makes two of us, Kelloh." At this point, Xazzex couldn't say she knew a great deal of Zabraki. Learning other languages wasn't exactly every Falleen's ambition. She knew some being a leader, but that's why you bought Protocol droids and translation devices for people you couldn't bother getting to truly know. As for Zenva... perhaps Xazzex might be willing to learn more. She'd been mindful of the terms Zenva had been using thus far and been mulling the pronunciation over mentally when they both stopped to breathe. It had been important to get it right.

With that said, her emerald hand reached up to caress Zenva's cheek before it slid behind her head. Her partner wanted to see how Xazzex would respond in the moment? No need to be coy at this point. Though if an unwitting soul brought their stuff in now they might get a withering look from a dark, green woman. Especially if they interrupted closing the distance to indulge in another kiss.

If necessary, her other hand would help guide the Zabrak woman back down into a comfortable seating arrangement along side Xazzex herself. It wouldn't hurt to indulge in the company, even if they didn't splurge as they had earlier. It wasn't often she allowed anyone to get so close.

Zenva Vrotoa

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Zenva's corrupted yellow-red eyes practically sparkled with excitement. Another nearly girlish fit of giggles slipped through her broad grin. The day couldn't have gone more perfectly. Business interests aside, the steadily deepening bond between Zenva and Xazzex couldn't have been developing better if she had planned for it. The Falleen Empress was even using the Zabrak's own terms of endearment, something she could never have predicted.

A shiver of delight rolled through Zenva as the pair kissed again. Xazzex's hands at once drawing the Crimson Devil into the exchange, and keeping the excitable creature in her seat beside the Falleen. Her own hands soon mirroring her Empress, eagerly drawing the emerald woman deeper into the embrace, but also restricting the debauchery to something more publicly acceptable. It didn't seem to matter the depth of their indulgence, the Falleen's company, her touch, her voice, sent fresh waves of endorphins surging through the Zabrak's racing hearts with each new sampling.

Neither seemed to rush, letting their exchange build to it's own crescendo and then calm naturally. Zenva settled in to marvel at the golden gaze of the Empress, still caressing emerald flesh, and smiling. The moment she was at the peak of her contentment, satisfaction filling her breast, their privacy was interrupted by the soft hiss of doors opening to their booth. Zenva's smile melted instantly as she turned to scowl at the intruder.

Xazzex must have fixed the server with an equally hard stare if the look of utter dread on the servant's face was any indication. Their meals were set down without a word and the attendant fled the chamber as though their very life might depend on the speed at which they did. After a moment, Zenva forced herself to smile again, drawing their meals somewhat closer.

"I was absolutely correct, you know." She flashed a coy glance at the Falleen while setting out their new drinks and dishes. "My tongue in your mouth is just exquisite." She flashed another smile before pressing herself against Xazzex's side once more. "Say it again, won't you? Just once more." She teased, chuckling and grinning with genuine excitement.

Xazzex Xivar

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

It could all be a ruse. A long game to get close to the Falleen. Zenva might not know she was the Crown of a criminal organization, but one of its high members, vice-leader of the Confederady, and ruler of Falleen were enough on their own. It was a consideration that Xazzex couldn't afford not to entertain. They'd only just met. It would be convenient and not an untried method by other parties.

On the other hand, if that had been the original intent, Zenva certainly was enjoying herself. Might even be losing herself in the part. The look in her eyes, the way she indulged in her lust... their shared scorn for intrusion.

Actually, it would be welcome if it were at least in part all genuine. There'd always be the question about confiding her deepest secrets, but having someone that was otherwise trusted... someone you could say with fair confidence they wouldn't try to kill you, or leave you exposed for your enemies. That would be nice. Certainly couldn't fault the zeal in which Zenva pursued what she wanted.

A smirk was returned in return for the Zabrak woman's quip. With Zenva's close return, her Falleen partner sought to put an arm around her to keep her close.

Golden eyes peered up at the towering woman. That look at returned. The timber and color to her voice could scarcely be said to have left at any point -- except when she spoke to that other party over her Shadez. Xazzex wasn't known as a paramour by any stretch so this tactic would be seen by most as an utter waste of time, which only led credence to the thought Zenva was being entirely authentic.

Xazzex reached around with her other hand to caress Zenva's cheek. "What would you like me to say... Kelloh?"

Zenva Vrotoa ​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Xazzex did it again, stealing the Zabrak's breath and ability to think for a moment. Wrapping an arm around her, Xazzex kept Zenva pulled against her side. The Falleen's free hand came up to turn Zenva's attention back to herself. The idea of resisting her simply didn't exist in the Zabrak's mind, enraptured as she was by the emerald woman's commanding presence.

How does she keep doing that? Was she already under the Falleen's control? Was there an outward display, a scent, a warning she had overlooked during their heated exchange? Would she even notice the difference between her own hunger and the one induced by Xazzex's pheromones?

It shouldn't be happening at all. In command of nearly every situation she found herself in, and the Queen of her own illicit kingdom. A killer of soldiers and Sith alike, she should be above this small green woman. Overwhelming or overpowering Xazzex should be natural, and yet somehow she was utterly disarmed by that cool, commanding voice. Zenva's breath returned in a gasp as the Falleen spoke again. Flustered by the display and the words themselves, Zenva couldn't manage a response immediately. Her sharp crimson features seemed to bruise as a blush filled her face. Her mouth hung open for a moment, caught between laughter and embarrassment of her own hesitation.

"Y-yes that." She managed before breaking into excited giggles. Zenva exhaled heavily, and sent a hand away blindly to retrieve her drink, suddenly finding she was flushed. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you want me to develop an addiction, I'shuree Nuin."

For some reason, Zenva couldn't bring herself to push free of the Falleen's controlling caress. Perhaps she really was under the woman's control, or perhaps it was the truth of their differences. Zenva might call herself a Queen but, Xazzex was an Empress, an honest to the Gods one at that. She had been raised for her position, it was evident in the way she spoke, the way she carried herself. Zenva on the other hand, was the unimpressive offspring of a Sith Witch. Her regal visage was a pretense, a mask to hide a monster. A wretch unworthy of even being kept as her mother's slave. Who was she to resist?

"Do you know how rare it is to hear my own language?" She asked, trying to distract herself from those intense golden eyes. "No one is ever daring enough to even make the attempt. To afraid of saying something... wrong. I guess." The distraction proved useless, her voice slowing the more she tried to speak until failing her completely. Why do I yield?

Xazzex Xivar

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

I'shuree Nuin? At least two words. A compound phrase. Obviously not derived from Kelloh. Perhaps something more intimate? Zenva had forced Xazzex to contemplate dangerous territory. The first word had been a gamble, but a well educated one. She hadn't been calling her Falleen companion 'trash' while getting comfortable, had she? But now... the situation had evolved. There were a few potential connotations behind a compound phrase. A greater chance of using it incorrectly, and appearing the fool.

Though from what Xazzex understood, through patiently suffering in the presence of others, sometimes it was... endearing to be a fool with those you were close with. Not exactly something she wished to experiment with personally; it ran counter to the full accounting of her life so far. Well, she'd just have to keep her ears open for further uses of the phrase, and any others Zenva sought to share.

Amusingly enough, Zenva then struck on all of that which had shot through Xazzex's mind in but a moment. "Before a strong, commanding presence like you, Zenva, they would be afraid. Some for their life, others for how you see them." And with the way she liked to bait people, Xazzex could just imagine her getting them to call her something derogatory, throwing it back in their face, and demanding concessions all while ignoring the fact she'd used the term first -- and keeping the other party from realizing it until it was far too late.

Her touch had parted from the Zabrak woman's cheek as she sought relief in a drink. It only afforded Xazzex the opportunity to then caress the back of the hand and length of Zenva's forearm instead. There was something unexpectedly delightful about all this. As more than a mere means of toying with someone. Not at all something the Falleen had expected to experience on a day like today, and certainly not with someone that'd been so... brusque earlier.

"Perhaps, next time, I'll captivate you with a few words of my own." As things were, Xazzex was merely echoing what she heard from Zenva. Which could become romantic in its own way, of course; but her personality would want to take some initiate of her own without a guiding hand -- no matter how sweet -- to demonstrate her quality. "Something worthy of your powerful and inescapable beauty." Was she capable of saying such things? Genuinely, rather than her usual a sarcastic manner. Surprising for both of them, perhaps.

Zenva Vrotoa​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

The Falleen's words had an obvious effect on the Crimson Devil. Her smile turned sharp, her jaw trembling as she fought against the impulse to feast on the emerald delicacy again. "Flatterer." She murmured in a low, sultry tone.

Finally released from the captivating gaze of her counterpart, Zenva exhaled heavily as she turned to gulp down some much needed water. Silently, she chastised herself for being so suseptible to the honeyed words Xazzex poured out. No, it's not the words. It's the speaker.

If the Empress wasn't precisely who she was, the words themselves wouldn't hold weight. The supplications of the faceless hordes that sought favor with the Major Domo, the Crimson Devil, were always bombastic and extravagant. They were also common place and expected behaviors. Xazzex was under no such social obligation, nor did she seem the type to waste her breath on pointless supplication.

Setting her glass down, Zenva's attention turned quickly back to the Falleen Empress. Caustic eyes followed emerald digits as they glided over crimson flesh sending new shivers of delight through the Zabrak. Licking her lips, Zenva's eyes snapped up to Xazzex's as the woman spoke once again. Zenva chuckled softly, smiling broadly as she listened.

"Kelloh, I would be overjoyed to have a private name in your tongue." Zenva's laughter was cut short as a look of realization crossed her sharp features. "I do have such a name for you actually. A more appropriate term given our." She paused, leaning forward to invite Xazzex to kiss her once more. "New closeness. Pilar."

Xazzex Xivar

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

The Falleen stretched forth and reached out to snare Zenva's glass of water before it reached the table. She'd leaned across and turned in toward the taller woman in doing so; her eyes slid from the glass to those 'corrupted' rings as Xazzex drew the glass toward her. Nary a brow rose in silent question as she simply sought to imbibe the liquid herself. She had, after all, pointed out a desire for water rather than alcohol earlier. It was also an entertaining opportunity.

"Do you?" she asked softly as the Zabrak confessed to some term of endearment kept back.

Not I'shuree Nuin then. Not the next step in escalation then. More casual? Xazzex would be sure to look it up later.

Having had her drink, Xazzex finished the return of the glass to the table as Zenva closed what little separated them. Assertive as ever. And the new endearment: Pilar. Somehow, she felt more certain about its intended meaning and appropriate usage than the others. Perhaps it was the way Zenva was inviting Xazzex closer. And by 'invite' she of course meant 'politely demand.'

"Quite. Close," the emerald woman agreed softly, "ma moitié." The words were as carefully timed as they were pitched so as to draw out the moment. Only then would Xazzex's lips press against Zenva's with her left hand snaking atop the Zabrak's right shoulder for support.

Zenva Vrotoa​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Time felt slower, if only for a moment. Xazzex's hand captured her own before Zenva could discard her glass. Their eyes met as the Falleen wordlessly demanded to share the Zabrak's drink. Impulse caused Zenva to lick her lips, pulling the bottom one between her teeth again while she watched the Empress take what she wanted.

Zenva didn't resist, but in fact seemed eager to share once she realized what was happening. Few things in the galaxy were able to command the Crimson Devil's obedience, fewer still were able to force it. Xazzex's use of force was much more subtle however, an arm around the waist, a tender caress, that imperious stare. Her demands for closeness, attention, and even to share in Zenva's water were so soft they didn't register as forced compliance. Do you?

The question brought Zenva's mind back to the convention at hand. Immediately, she leaned forward while she answered, wholly expecting to be rewarded for complying with Xazzex's demands. If the Empress could even take the water from her glass, then Zenva would demand another kiss. Her blackened lips curled in a nearly smug smirk as she decided on a private name for the Falleen Empress. "Pilar."

Xazzex's answer was as soft, and intimate as Zenva could hope for. A few whispered words, some in a tongue the Zabrak didn't understand before ebony and oyxn lips came together for another tender kiss. A low hum of pleasure boiled through the Zabrak's throat as Xazzex took hold of her shoulder.

Again, Zenva didn't rush, drawing out her reward for as long as the Empress allowed. Her own hand rose, lacquered nails gliding delicately along Xazzex's bicep. When they parted, Zenva remained close, steadily caressing emerald flesh. Her excitement was obvious, eyes wide and fixed on Xazzex's with a satisfied grin on her plump lips.

"Ma moitié." She repeated back slowly. "And what does that mean, Pilar?" Her smirk blossomed into a sharp smile at her own question. "Tell me yours, and I'll tell you mine." Laughter coloring her tone though she didn't breaking into a fit as she had before.

Xazzex Xivar