Private Neon Streets

[Sophelia Ardemark]

Soph's mouth went dry when he turned around. Stars, the way he looked at her. The way she knew she'd feel from him if she thinned that wall she'd built up between them. The one she had a hard time keeping up. The one that didn't exactly stop their connection completely. The one was she lousy at keeping up when she slept.

Blue eyes locked with pale pools of lilac.

And she wanted to squirm but she didn't.

She remained still. Like a statue.

"No, I met with their leader recently. I want to help fuel their rebellion in the Pelagia Province. Back...home." The word felt strange. And for the first time, she realized it no longer felt like home. She hesitated. "I thought you might be able to help get me some weapons for them. I'll pay for them. In exchange, we discussed they help build a Shadowway for my people. Anyone stuck in the Tapani Sector who want to leave. A safe way out." Hand lifted to tuck golden locks behind the shell of one ear.

"Can you help?"

Isar du Vain

 

[Isar du Vain]

Isar's eyebrows both went up at the same time. Of all the things he thought he might hear from Sophelia Ardemark, Tapani Noblewoman, Jedi, and occasional high stakes swoop racer, 'Hello, I'm starting a rebellion on my homeworld' was not one of them.

The Zeltron's brows immediately furrowed and his chin tilted up in the way he did when he felt defiant. On the one hand, helping her would just end up putting her in harm's way. Rebel leaders tended to get big fat bounties put on their heads. Especially noble ones. On the other hand, if he did not help her then he knew her enough to know she would just go do it anyway without him. Knowing the other arms dealers out there, Isar wasn't exactly thrilled about Sophelia trying to wander into any of their 'offices.'

"Uh huh," now it was his turn to cross his arms. He studied her for a long moment, impressed that she managed to finagle a shadowway out of the Mythos Fleet. "Let's say I can get you your guns..."

He could. Before the Syndicate drastically reduced its operations, they'd had some rather grand expansion plans. There were warehouses full of KrupX Munitions just sitting there in crates. Waiting to be moved.

"It's going to cost you."

Isar moved away from the door and came closer to her, stopping only when he stood basically right in front of her. His arms uncrossed and he put his hands on either side of her, gripping the back of the couch.

"What're you willing to pay, Lady Ardemark? Or did you think I'd just give you weapons out of the goodness of my heart?"

Sophelia Ardemark

 

[Sophelia Ardemark]

Heartrate kicked up with each step he took closer. As she felt the weight of his hands settle into the couch's top on either side of her. Could feel the heat from his arms nearly brush against her own. She didn't back down. Not one inch. Never with him.

Bright blue eyes of her snagged on his eyes. Traveling down the bridge of his nose. Past the tip and settled on his mouth.

Her lips parted just slightly before looking back into his eyes.

"I'm sure we can come to an agreement," voice low in her throat. "One that is fair to both parties involved. What is the fair market price on guns these days?" An innocent enough question. She leaned closer. Her mouth so close to his own. Her hands wanting to reach out and tear that shirt off him.

"Regardless. I need you to do one other thing for me."

Hand lifted and settled on the side of his face. Thumb stroking along his stubble.

"I need you to say my name again."

Isar du Vain

 

[Isar du Vain]

Fuck.

The Zeltron's swagger nearly evaporated beneath the look she gave him and the way her thumb traced the line of his jaw.

"Only seems fair," he rasped hoarsely, wondering if he really could just give crates of slugthrowers away for free when she asked so nicely.

Isar's hands moved from the couch to her hips, running down the leggings and feeling the heat of her thighs beneath his palms before he stopped at her knees. Then he pushed her legs wide and took a step forward into her, bringing their bodies sharply together with a jolt. One hand slipped behind her back, fingers stippling into the small of her back.

"After all..."

Inch by inch, his face hovered closer to hers, lips just a breath away from hers until he leaned past her and whispered in her ear.

"You have been dreaming of it."

Then he bit her ear, teeth dragging. Teasing.