Aftermath: Lover's Plight

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: It had been a few days since the skirmish in the Doldur system and Sorsha had finally made her way into the compound of Moff Tarkin, her lover. She was stopped outside the door, pacing back and forth impatiently as she waited to see Miranda ::

[Miranda Tarkin]

Rean, Miranda's assistant, had informed Sorsha that the Moff would see her shortly. The young woman had been fearful of the infamous Kasajian wrath, but the news had been received well enough. She figured that Sorsha's worry for her friend overrode the need for an outburst, to which she was grateful. She started to open her mouth in encouragement to the blonde, but Rean rather liked having her tongue attached to her mouth.

Inside the office however, Miranda continued to stall for time. On one hand she was pleased to see her lover in person, but on the other hand she wished that Sorsha had stayed on Rodia. The gash that she received during the insurrection was healing properly. It looked far more ugly then anything else. The inch jagged tissue crossed over her right eyebrow and extended upwards at a 30-degree angle. It was red and swollen and then entire surrounding area was puffed out from inflammation. She felt dirty and there was only so long that Sorsha could wait without a response from her ...

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Several minutes passed, and Sorsha stuck her tongue out at Rean while the girl wasn't looking. Then she was granted access to Miranda's office ::

[Miranda Tarkin]

Miranda's back was facing Sorsha when she entered the room. She fidgeted with the bacta dressing over the wound one last time to make sure it was held securely in place. Taking a deep breath, she turned around as if nothing was out of place. Her injury would not away her dignity. "Hello, Sorsha," she said curtly. Some of her displeasure in seeing her lover did ebb into her speech. A subconscious act. "I hope the tightened security didn't prove to be too troublesome."

All that she said wouldn’t matter in about two seconds. Then the fussing would begin.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Her lips met Miranda's in a passionate kiss before she noticed the wound. She pouted at the sight of it and pet her lover's hair ::

[Miranda Tarkin]

The kiss was wonderful and she kissed her back just as passionately. She had missed Sorsha greatly, but when the unwanted attention began, Miranda grimaced and pulled away. "I've missed you too, Sorsha."

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: She caught Miranda's hand, so there was no escape as Sorsha gave her cuts and bruises a full inspection ::

"Did you manage to make any captures?"

[Miranda Tarkin]

She sighed and reluctantly sat on the edge of her desk, as Sorsha looked her over. "Space wise, three frigates managed to escape into hyperspace. Most of the wreckage has been collected and brought down for inspection. Down here the causalities were excessive on both sides but we managed to make quite a few arrests."

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Sorsha's eyes lit up as her imagination wandered, and she tasted Miranda's kiss again ::

"I think after I take care of you, we should pay them a visit."

:: She looked at Miranda longingly with big brown eyes ::

[Miranda Tarkin]

That brought a delicious smile to Miranda's face and kissed Sorsha. "I do love how your devious mind works. Of course you can, but let's get one thing straight ... I don't need to be taken care of."

She raised the brow of her good eye. "I'm fine."

The last thing she needed was the troops watching Sorsha fawning all over her like a child after she worked so hard during the skirmish to earn their respect.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

"Are you sure?"

:: Sorsha sat down in a chair, crossing her legs seductivley for Miranda ::

[Miranda Tarkin]

She certainly misjudged the intention behind Sorsha's words. All this time, Miranda had been assuming there would be much fussing. There were very few times when she liked being wrong.

Her voice went down two octaves as she leaned over the chair that Sorsha was sitting on. "Pardon me for misunderstanding ..."

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: An hour later, Sorsha sat behind the desk, stroking Miranda's bare belly with her fingertips as she lay stretched out on the desktop. She licked her lips and grinned in delight ::

"... I forgive you."

[Miranda Tarkin]

Miranda was pleased with her foresight. The Moff made sure that unless there was a legitimate emergency, she was to be undisturbed as her and her old friend were reacquainted.

She stirred slowly with eyes still closed, her body still shivering from the intimate attentions and spoke breathlessly. " ... I hate ... to see what ... would have ... happened ... ... if you didn't accept ... my apology."