Wear My S.I.N.

[Noire]

[member="Slevin Thawne"]


The glow of the lamp cast deep shadows across Natalia's body.

Her hair in fell haphazard waves around her shoulders and back. Freshly dyed a deep chestnut brown, it held a softness to it akin to vine-silk.

A salacious smile would grow into a wolfish grin. With deliberate provocativeness, she bent low. The tips of her hair would trail over skin. Warm breath blew in a soft sigh, and goosebumps rose in its wake.

"I made an appointment with Wyern," every word trailed lower, "He promised me he would have everything set up for the meeting."

A hand went threading through her hair, pushing back the heavy locks away from her face.

"The production facility..." lids lowered, drawing to her focus. "...will be sold to use at forty percent discount." oh did that smug grin grow indeed.

Business was booming with SIN. However, there was always a need for expansion. In this instance, it was to satisfy a whim for Natalia; and what Natalia wants....

Natalia Thawne gets.

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Natalia Thawne"]

His hand threaded through her hair. "My my, you've been busy."

Slevin drawled out the words, his head tilted back and his eyes closed. They had been making progress, immense progress. SIN was growing nearly every day, the nightclub expanding beyond itself as profits soared and more and more flooded to the Rishi Maze. It was amazing really, the clatter and clamor of people seeking death. The Spice trade had treated them kindly, The Hutt, Sempra supplying them quite handsomely.

Of course, that would soon change.

Business did not expand by becoming stagnant, it did not expand by simply allowing it to sit and fester, no, one had to take action. One had to seize the initiative. He so appreciated her understanding of this, he so appreciated that she knew this as well as he. Call it a flight of fancy, call it a whim, it didn't matter, the important thing was that his Natalia understood it, she knew it, and the business that she was drawing up would be a grand enterprise for SIN, something that would allow them far more reach than most would expect.

"I suppose we'll need to find a manager." His fingers gently caressed her scalp. "We'll be far too busy to do everything."

Especially with what was coming.

 

[Noire]

[member="Slevin Thawne"]

"I do enjoy keeping busy," she breathed the words against his skin. That was in more ways than one. Both knew that to gain a power hold beyond Rishi required specific steps. This was one of them. Who would have thought that it would be shoes to start the ball rolling.

The idea came about after a particularly fine evening. The White Nova gang had decided to infringe on SIN's spice dealing territory. Examples had to be made. Nothing was as sweet as holding the sharp pointed edge of her stiletto right against Nerod Macer's bloody face, digging in as her beloved explained the terms of just how it was going to be. His bright red blood left such a pretty mark on the soles of her shoes. And she oh so did enjoy what the heels did for her ass.

"...but I'm sure he prefers to not have the knowledge of his kinks exposed." A soft kiss followed by the rake of nails along a thigh, "his sniveling was amusing."

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Natalia Thawne"]

"I'm sure it was." They would need the man alive for now, unfortunately. He so did hate leaving loose ends, but there was no way around it. The little slime ball was now their only way to apply the leverage that they needed, the only way that they could exert influence and control. That fact would change over time as the organization came to trust them more than it's own leader, but for now he and Natalia would have to make sure to reign the man in with a tight leash.

"I suppose you'll want to move forward then." Slevin grazed his nails along her scalp. "You've been rather excited lately."

This was her project more than his, something that he did not mind.

They both needed their hobbies, and if this was what Natalia wanted then he was more than happy to support her, especially given the growth that this would give to SIN itself. Slevin had his own plans, his own plots that needed moving forward, but those were far more...diplomatic, not something that either of them could force, unfortunately. At times he regretted using a delicate hand, wishing that he could simply come in with a hammer.

It would've made it easier.

 

[Noire]

[member="Slevin Thawne"]

Two bright green eyes flickered north. One was organic, the other a cybernetic implant. Those feline eyes stared up at a her beloved with arrogant devilry. Her growing grin would be felt growing against his skin. They were both rather confident of themselves. Of their skills. Of what they were capable of doing. After all, they were bred to be better.

"Mmm, I do feel rather energetic," she purred with a coo, taking a handle on the situation, "Gives me more attention to detail." her mammaquatia of a laugh would shudder across her. "Works up an appetite." her voice muffled. This is what they did banter back and forth. Give and take. Here in the sanctuary of their room, it was just them. No one else.

And they were hungry. Hungry to show exactly what they were capable of doing. To show Doctor Nira that they didn't depend on her meddling to succeed. To come onto their own. No instead, they would make their own little empire.

The S.I.N. label would be a galactic name soon enough. This project was to ensure that. By creating haute couture footwear and a clothing line, they would be able to flash the trademark crimson sole from one end to the verse to the next.

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Natalia Thawne"]

He mused for a second on what this would all mean, the expansion of SIN, his own plots, the two of them moving up in the galaxy. It would be a shock, he was sure, all the happenings and all that they would do. Slevin was entirely sure that as they moved ahead with their plans they would find more and more that people would fear them, not because of what they were, but because of what they represented; ambition. He and his love were ambition distilled to a bottle.

It was all they were.

All they knew.

He and Natalia were created to be ambitious, created to move forward and always strive for the best. It was who they were, what they were designed to be. Ambition scared people, people like the man that Natalia now had wrapped around his finger. "I do like you energetic, my love."

"It helps me concentrate." His fingers tightened in her hair. "Helps me focus."

 

[Noire]

[member="Slevin Thawne"]

The production facility was just on step.

Design and label along with marketing was another. Natalia knew that this is what would make or break their business. There was no sense of they expanded only to have no customers, mused Natalia, only to give a hum of pleasure at the back of her throat. The way his tightening grip pulled on the roots of her hair felt amazing with every shift of her head. He always knew exactly what to do to push her to the brink.

Shoes made the most sense based on their findings with the escort services SIN already provided. It is a known fact that shoes transform the body language and attitude. They life one up physically and emotionally. When a woman buys shoes, she takes them out of the box and look at herself in the mirror.

But she isn't really looking at the shoes.

She is looking at herself. At her breasts. At her ass from the side. At the way her legs look.

If she likes how she looks, then she like the shoes.

Natalia intended that this push into Haute Couture shoes would promote the idea of making a woman look sexy, beautiful, to make her legs look as long as the Kessel Run. She was ambitious enough for SIN to become a label synonymous with beauty and decadence. This was her ambition. Yes, Natalia wanted it all. Glancing up at Slevin with desire in her eyes, she did just that

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Natalia Thawne"]

Slevin had never pretended to understand why it had been shoes. He didn't particularly care of even think about it. He trusted that Natalia knew what she was doing, trusted that her decisions were the correct ones, and trusted in the idea of the two of them succeeding. He did not need more than that trust, he didn't need reassurance nor placating. This was her project, her idea, and she would see it through until the very end. There was no need for him to understand.

"My love." His fingers tightened in her hair, and slowly he drew her up. "What about the competition?"

He mused towards her. There were others making shoes after all. "Do we play fair?"

It was a good question.

Playing fair was more difficult in the long run, it would mean they would have to grow naturally instead of pressing their advantage with surprise, it would mean slow expansion instead of large. They weren't playing fair in the spice trade, but that was Spice. No one particularly cared if a few throats were slit or some bodies turned up in oil drums. He imagined that fashion was different, but Slevin didn't particularly care what others thought.

Just her.

 

[Noire]

[member="Slevin Thawne"]

The corner of her glistening lips drew up in a wolfish grin. Like a feral Bha'lair, Natalia prowled up until she was face to face with Slevin. Her cheek gave a slight nuzzle against his own, only to draw over towards his lips.

A throaty chuckle bubbled with a cunning knowing, "Fair?" she gently bit down against his lower lip. "I grow impatient of such things, my love." pearly white teeth bent to take the fullness of his lower lip, tugging it back slightly.

No, they wouldn't play fair. However, they would be smart about it. Slicing a few throats and doing a few extortions here and there type of deal. The fashion world; oh that was another higher level of cold, methodical, calculation.

Natalia let go of his lip with a slight plop, her hair thick in his grip as he pulled her head back. A slight pleasure pain came of it, her neck bare to reveal the intricate neck tattoo that she made sure perfectly spanned the length of his hand grip.

"I already made contracts with suppliers. There are so many Hunters willing to gut terentaktek's, Crosh, and Whilks." there was a slight strain to her voice. The grip grew tighter, roots pulling from the scalp. "I want that Corseca Red everywhere, "

It was such a lovely color. Especially on the bottom of her foot. Just the same hue as Doctor Nira's spilled blood.

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Natalia Thawne"]

So no fair play then.

He was okay with that, it would mean this would all go much more quickly. His fingers grasped her hair once again, a tight, pulling grip that saw her slowly fall once again. She needn't explain herself further, Slevin would do the talking for her. "Then we'll take the facility."

The conqueror claimed.

"We'll expand the production of your shoes and get some designers." Likely not in a very nice or subtle way. "Competition will be done away with, they are textile factories after all, and those have been known to be rather flammable."

Slevin didn't mind starting a few fires, especially since it would benefit what his lady love wanted so much. He was perfectly okay with burning a few bridges, slitting a few throats, even destroying entire worlds just to get her what she wanted. It was that simple for him. If Natalia wanted something she would get it, and right now she wanted to open a fashion section of SIN Incorporated, something that they were well within their ability to do, something that they had bribed and blackmailed to do.

It was easy.

Simple really, and everything was now in place.

 

[Noire]

[member="Slevin Thawne"]

Everything was in place.

Nataila would have more than her hands full, but this was nothing she couldn't bring to completion. No, she would do so with salacious pleasure, giving everything she had to bear the fruit of her labor. This culmination would bring to a climax what both Natalia and Slevin had been working for. It was a small victory, but the pleasure of such a success would reap more benefits to come.

With her beloved, there was nothing that they couldn't do.

No, Natalia mused, licking her lips as that sweet, decadent taste of victory practically coated her tongue.

Indulging in S.I.N was only the was only the beginning.