Alone In The Station [Nallia]

[Syravari Elik]

He watched her as she spoke, knowing her lack of confidence was borne from a life of servitude and he hated that. If there was going to be one thing that he would accomplish in this one it was to make her harder. She already had that trait in her from years of abuse from the warehouse foreman on the station that he found her on, but it wasn't enough yet. Finishing off his drink in one long gulp, he leaned over and set his empty tumbler on the table, then reclined again. "Stop apologizing," he stated, his eyes colder than she was used to. "You do with your money whatever you want to; you earned it. No one's ever going to tell you what to do, ever again. Not while I live." His adrenaline began pumping at the thought of someone else hurting her, eyes narrowed. "This life's not an easy one and no one gives you anything. You've gotta take it for yourself."

Turning on the couch to face her more squarely, he sighed. "There's a beast in there," he glanced to her heart, then back up. "Gotta let it out once in a while, especially if you're gonna stick with me. People I deal with and meet aren't always the nicest ones in the galaxy. Some will even try to manipulate you or take you for their own. Gotta beat their ass first and show them you're not someone that's gonna take any of their shit. Let that fighter in you, out." There was more that he would have to do to get her ready, if she was willing. "You're not that victim anymore. Take all that shit that he put you through and turn it into fuel."

Relaxing a bit, he grinned wryly. "This Weequay sticks around here once the place is done, then talk to him again. May have a new position for you at the casino if you want it, and we're on the station." Though they would be gone more than here, he knew.

[Nallia Oberon]

Nallia had but her lip at the reprimand. There was something different in her Captain and she had to think for a minute before realizing he wasn't actually angry at her.

As he declared no one would hurt her as long as he was around, made her think less of him as an overseeing boss and more as someone who cared about her and would see to it he never saw her in pain again. When Syravari turned to face her and spoke of letting out her beast, she looked at him and her voice was stay as she asked, "You mean like you let out yours, Syra?" While the comment was merely meant as an innocent question, it didn't sound like it.

She had never seem him change, knew nothing of that part of himself. But the phrase would certainly be an odd one coming from her.

As he spoke of a possible job at the casino, she nodded and took this as a chance to be a bit assertive. "I'd love to help with the casino when we are docked. But only if I can walk away from it anytime the Grosetto departs. I won't be left behind again."

While the welp before him had gashed her teeth and growled, her eyes hesitated to back up her words. The far it was TOO much aimed at the wrong person, she'd said it and couldn't take it back.

[Syravari Elik]

He chuckled at the thought of leaving her on Cloud City, "No way," he shook his head. "Need you onboard here as well, especially when it comes to keeping everyone happy. No one can cook like you do, but don't let that be the only part you play with this crew. You're more than that." Pushing himself up, he grabbed his glass and walked over to the whetbar and poured himself another drink. "You know what I do for a living and yet you stick around," he capped the decanter and turned, taking up the glass once more. "Not many would."

He winked and took another drink, his darker side now fading once more into the background. "So, what's for dinner?" It was hard to be mean around her and the pirate and slaver hoped it wouldn't be his downfall, for everyone had a weakness and up to this point he had hidden his quite well.

[Nallia Oberon]

As Syra reaffirmed that on the ship was where she would stay, her shoulders visibly relaxed. "I'm trying, Syra... honestly I am." She responded to his desire to see her be more than a mere cook on the ship, the words a promise this time and not a simpering apology. She knew the others liked her, Brannoc had openly showed it on more than one occasion. And the others had been nothing but kind, some even more than merely. But it was the man before her that intrigued her and kept her here. Though she couldn't have said why.

When he stood at the bar with his drink, she rose to walk over to him. "I don't see a reason not to stick around. Do you?" Her words were bold and her body, well within his arm's reach, was closer than she normally stood to him if given a chance. She locked eyes with him for a moment more before smiling. The words were meant to make him think. Though think of what, she couldn't have said.

When he asked what dinner plans there were, she laughed. "Changed your mind about eating on the station before the meeting?" She crossed her arms and her body shifted to place all the weight on one leg, her hips shifting in accordance. She would seem a little older suddenly as she spoke to him. "Well if you have, perhaps we should do the meeting first so we aren't rushed for the meal. I am not going to have my first dinner back on this ship scarfed up because you are in a rush." She was a little nexu minx and at times like this, he saw it with clear definition. Now if only she could find this part of her when she wasn't just alone with him.

[Syravari Elik]

Smiling at the fire suddenly rising her, Syravari was definitely seeing someone else in that smaller frame as he finished the last of his drink and placed the glass on the bar behind him, his steel-blue eyes fixed on her smooth features. Rising within, he felt the familiar adrenaline pumping and without further thought, he moved in, wrapped his arms around her shoulders and leaned in for a kiss, taking her up against him. It was hard to deny this feeling that had been growing between them for more than a month now and though he normally didn't care about the girl that he slept with, this was totally different and he was sure Nallia would make it that way.

[Nallia Oberon]

Nallia only had a moment for her gasp of surprise before Syra's lips were on hers. Instinct made her hands clutch the front of his shirt as he pulled her close and kissed her deeply. Despite her lack of knowledge, her body knew what to do and it leaned towards him as a whimper of please filled his mouth from her. Her eyes closed as she surrendered to the embrace. Something told her this was why Syravari had snapped at Brannoc's threat to kiss her. She was his... and now she knew it too. Once her body got over the shock of what was happening, she melted to his touch.


When he finally broke the kiss, the flushed face of the woman he held looked up at him. “Syra...” her whisper fell between them and in that single word she told him she had felt the same way. She had often wondered what kissing him would feel like, what it would taste like. He felt like safety and protection, and he tasted like pleasure and warm caramel liquor.


As he eyes looked up at him, there was no more timidness. Whatever was left of little Nia from that replenishment station that had stowed away on his ship... was gone. The small hands gripping the front of his shirt kept her grounded, kept her upright, kept her legs from collapsing her to the ground. Her right hand rose to cup his cheek as she bit her swollen lips, plump from the passionate pressure a moment before. “I'd say that's a very good reason to stay on the ship.” She laughed softly at a loss for words.


“We... we should go meet....,” she realized she didn't know who they were meeting and laughed at the ridiculous need to suddenly know. “We should go meet the person you needed...” She didn't move, despite the suggestion. There was something behind his eyes, something more feral, and as her hand cupped his cheek, her thumb lightly brushed his temple as if it would help her bring out whatever was behind his eyes. Softly, the meeting once more forgotten, she whispered to him, “Tell me what you are thinking... please, Syra....”

[Syravari Elik]

The warmth of her touch on his skin made goosebumps rise throughout his strong frame, and having her near now made him forget everything else. Feeling her breath as she looked up and spoke, and everything else that was rolling through his mind during those moments prompted a torrent of emotions that he hadn't felt in a very long time. A familiarity that his lifestyle had pushed away into some dark corner that Nallia was now revealing once more, made him drink in her eyes, hair and how she felt.

Her question was barely heard as he pulled her up near again, leaning in for another and more passionate kiss. "What meeting?" His normally gruff nature washed away as the reintroduction of what it meant to be alive returned, as if a blind and deaf person had suddenly been given the chance to see and hear the world around him again. It had definitely been way too long. Crouching slightly, he lowered his right hand down, then lifted her up and turned toward the counter, setting her on the counter before him and moved in once more as they kissed, pressing himself against her once more. Drinking her in, he soaked up every moment as if it was his last knowing from past experiences that great and beautiful things in life never lasted.

Syravari needed this feeling to last a lot longer than just a weekend, and he was determined to see that dream come true.

Kissing her chin, then lowering to her neck and exploring with his lips, the door opened as Tomas and their copilot, Eddie stepped in, then stopped talking immediately as they took in the scene.....

[Nallia Oberon]

She had expected him to let her go,back to the all business manner she knew him as. But when he asked “What meeting?” and lifted her to the counter, she realized something more was happening. Her arms went around his shoulders as she balanced herself and the ground disappeared from under her in more ways than one.


His kiss this time elicited a small growl of pleasure and desire from her as she found her right leg raising to rest on his hip to pull him closer. The hands around his neck rubbing his shoulder and base of his neck as her body melted to his expert touch. As he broke the kiss and went lower, his name once more fell from her swollen lips like a plea, “Syra....mmmm”. Her eyes were closed and her head back in ecstacy as the door opened. A small yelp left her as she snapped up and stiffened under his touch.


Reality slammed back in like a flood gate crashing an entire planet of water over her. She bit her already red lips and held her breath as the world slowed to a crawl as she awaited Syra's reaction. Her cheeks red with passion and not embarassment, nails reflexively digging into his shoulders as both panic and possession ran through her mind. Her mental scream reaching out to them as her leg tightened around him. * NOOOooooo please....he's mine... * She worried it wasn't true, a heat of the moment thing, and her plea fell on deaf ears since the whole crew was Force deaf. But a small part of her was still willing to fight to keep him from walking away.

[Syravari Elik]

Having lost himself in the moment, the pirate nearly didn't notice her reaction to the interruption, though as everything stopped he immediately turned, keeping her in his embrace as it was evident that Nallia wasn't letting him go, and glared at the two crewmen in the doorway.

"Sorry, boss," Tomas raised his right hand defensively and moved back, shoving Eddie out as well, then shut the door once more.

Sighing, he turned to eye the newfound love in his arms and though every fiber of his being wanted to take her right here, he knew that shouldn't be the way as his mother's voice echoed in his mind. "Treat a woman like a lady and she'll be yours forever."

Grinning, he eased back a bit, though still keeping her in his arms. "Should probably take this elsewhere," he suggested, though seeking her approval and hoped that she understood what he was referring to as steel-blue eyes searched for something in her face and eyes that Nallia was needing the same things he was.

[Nallia Oberon]

As Syra turned his glare on the interlopers, she didn't realize a soft growl had fallen from her lips. The possessive side of her rearing its ugly head in that split second. Syra would probably be the only one who heard it, but the flare of her eyes was still present as he turned back to her. The desire as plain on her face as the blush on her cheeks.


She was unable to talk a moment and merely nodded. She opened her mouth to speak and a soft whimper came out. She swallowed hard and bit her lip. Composing herself, she looked down at his chest and nodded. She got the courage and looked up in his eyes, “I'd like that...please...” The last word falling almost as a plea. She would have agreed to anything to feel his hands strong on her once more, his lips forcing the breath from her lungs in a feeling that mixed dying and living into a single moment. She had no idea what was happening, only that she didn't want it to stop.


She let her nails release his skin taking note of the small red half moons on the flesh where she had pressed. She didn't know what possessed her. Her lips bent to lay a kiss on the side where it was worst. Syra was a wild animal. A creature she couldn't dream of truly possessing, but even if just for this moment, she wanted him in the ways she had dreamt of in the moments when the moon of some planet had shone through the shuttle windows, or the sun beat down on a field of grass the first time she had seen it. Looking into his eyes once more, her finger lightly traced his temple as she watched the beast behind his eyes stir once more, mistaking it for his lust for her. Completely unaware what truly was within the man... or that it was for her completely.

[Syravari Elik]

Dinner and the meeting would all wait as he took her to his private suite, the lavishly decorated room one more of opulence than utility and during those next few hours, he explored all of her. Taking care that she may not have ever been with someone before, his initial exuberance for being with her steadily toned back. Ecstasy that eventually moved to the large bathroom and a much needed shower which he continued tending to his new companion, washing her and eventually making their way back to the bed which had been changed by the pair of maid droids that normally tended to their master's room.

In the afterglow, he lay on his back, left arm around her as his hand gently caressed her back. Nothing but the faint glow from the fireplace, he enjoyed her warmth and softness. Though he had never explored a relationship with anyone for more than a week or more, Syravari had a feeling that things were about to change.

[Nallia Oberon]

Despite her bodies desire to be devoured whole, to press on with the ferver Syra's kiss had ignited in her, her lover was more than patient and slow. His tenderness made her ride the crest of her first experience with no thought of pain, only pleasure. His own ecstasy culminating in the rise of them both with a crash she would have felt sure the whole ship heard, from her own lips at least. His own growl had been low and deep on her neck and had set off fireworks of their own in her again and again. Between her first, and their final, she had lost track of how many times he had risen her to heights, each higher than the last, only to smile in pleasure as she crested and exploded over the edge again and again.


Even the shower had shown her his attentions and talents went far beyond those of a mere smuggler and flirt. Languishing in the firelight afterwards, her body stretched along the length of his, she felt a contentment like she had never even known existed. Her body bent to the curves of his, her left leg lay over his as her hand lazily caressed his stomach. She kissed his chest then looked up at him with a face as flushed and bright as any lover on their first night. “I had no idea.” She smiled and reached to caress his cheek before looking back down and resting her cheek on his chest once more.


A small giggle shook her body. “This explains why Brannoc's threat of a kiss nearly sent you to slugging him.” She closed her eyes a moment as her body arched to his caresses once more. “Mmmmmmmm...I'm glad...” With a boldness grown in the last few hours, she propped herself up on her elbow and looked at him, her hand now still on his chest. “You know they are going to talk. What am I supposed to say? I mean, about this?” She seemed at a loss for what was going through her mind. “I mean, I know you are the only one I will ever be with, now. Until you don't want me, I mean.” It never occurred to her she had changed something deep inside him. She was just hoping whatever had prompted this would last a long time.


Laughing once more, a finger boldly moving to trace his lips. “And if this is the bribe for extra desserts and personal liquor service afterwards, then you have it most assuredly.” She laughed softly knowing it wasn't why he had done it and hoping he would understand she knew that. She was still curious about the look behind his eyes. But for now she was content with what they had shared. She hoped to learn more of this side of her boss very soon.

[Syravari Elik]

The crackling from the fire soon interrupted by her voice, he smiled as he turned his attention to her. Indeed, the first few girls he had been with in the past paled in comparison and he knew there was something much different about her. Tips of his fingers gently gliding down the curves of her lower back and hip, then back up again, he mused on what they would tell everyone else. Even though he was sure they already knew. "They know already anyway, so tell 'em whatever you want." Backlit by the orange glow, he admired her as they lay there. "Gonna have to move your stuff in here also," he suggested as emotions began roiling within him at her suggestion that he was a player. "I'm not into hit and runs," he shrugged. "Not anymore." Leaning in, he kissed her and backed, laying his head back upon the plush pillows.

Chuckling at her comment on meals and dessert, "No bribes here," he said, then sobered. "Nothing about this evening was for fun. I meant all of it, so get used to that." Though he wasn't sure he had the strength to go again, everything about tonight had been like a dream. "If you wanted something before we fell asleep, I can have one of the droids bring us up something."

[Nallia Oberon]

Nallia was expecting a lot of things.The invite to move her things in there was not one of the things sheexpected. Propping herself back on her elbow, she looked at Syra ascrimson touched her cheeks. “Move... into here... with you?” Shehadn't expected that at all. “Are you sure?” She knew he was, butfor some reason, the surreal feeling was still washing over her. Howhad things ended up so good for her? it also occurred to her that all her possessions still fit into a single bag. There wasn't much to move anyway.


As his lips met hers to reiterate hisdesires, she laughed. “Well then, if no bribes, then no dessert.”She laughed and winked teasing him. Her own body didn't want to movebut as he spoke of them falling asleep again, she knew it wasn'tgoing to sate her to only take an hour nap. “What about themeeting? I can still go with you if you want me to.” She knew shewouldn't be much help if she had to run or fight, and that thoughtmade her laugh softly. “Ok, so I wouldn't be the greatest bodyguard right now, but if we need to see to business, I can manage it.”She wasn't going to let him go anywhere alone... not anymore. Notever again if she could help it.


When he offered her something from thedroids, she shook her head. “I have everything that matters, righthere.”

[Syravari Elik]

"I'll reschedule the meeting in the morning. It's not a formal thing anyway, just signing a few documents." Having her in the room with him and waking up to her every morning was exciting to him, even though he would never admit it to anyone else. "And yes, I'm sure about you moving up here with me. Wouldn't have offered otherwise."

Not as hungry as he thought he was, he turned toward her and relaxed, his strong arms around her as if afraid to let her go. Kissing her goodnight once more, he closed his eyes. "Sweet dreams, then." Holding her close, the warmth of being with her and encapsulated by the silk sheets and comfortable blanket, he could remain here forever as the pirate soon drifted off to dream.

[Nallia Oberon]

When he reassured her it was his desireto have to always close, and clearing up the worry of the meeting,she smiled and settled back into his embrace. His hand absentlyrubbing now and then over her skin sent her into perhaps the deepestand best sleep she had had since leaving the station and stowing awayon his ship.


How had she come from being an abusedtwit on a trade station to the lover of the man she molded her bodyto once more? She didn't know... and at this moment she didn't care.For the first time, sleeping in a bed was the most wonderful thing inthe world. “G'night, Syra....” She whispered as she drifted off.

[Syravari Elik]

Quietly rising later on that morning, Syravari did his best to remain as quiet as possible, letting Nallia sleep as long as she wanted. Admiring her as he dressed, the faint light from the tiny emergency lights over each doorway gave him just enough to see her slumbering form under the comforter. Stepping from his suite, he headed downstairs to find the others.

Entering the kitchen, he grabbed a piece of fruit as the staff prepared lunch, glancing up to him as he stepped in. "Morning," he greeted briefly, noting their smiles. "No, Nallia won't be helping you anytime soon."

"Didn't think so," Veronica replied, grinning. "Did you wish something more than that," her blue eyes motioned to the fruit.

"Nah, this is fine for now. Have to get to that meeting shortly, so." Turning, he exited and left them to their rumor mongering and headed through the dining room and to his office. Within, he noticed Brannoc and Tomas going over the latest numbers, turning to him. "How we looking?"

"Hey boss," Brannoc greeted. "Thirty-seven's been put into that new account like you wanted. The rest is stored for now until you determine what we're going to do about the warehouse. I told that idiot that you'd be there this afternoon."

"Alright," he sighed, finishing the pear-shaped fruit and tossed the remainder into the trash reclamator.

Tomas smiled at the captain. "Nallia still going to be able to help out, or you keeping her up there for the duration?" Being criminals just like him, their attitude's were going to take some time to adapt to the new situation.

"No, she's part of us just like she's always been," he glared at the pilot. "Hands off or I'll cut them off. Understood?"

"Already figured."

"Boss," Brannoc interjected. "Everyone already knew what was going on since you were kidnapped. She was desperate, so there was no way anyone else was going to be hooking up with her. And I told everyone that if they tried pushing the issue, you'd kill us all."

Syravari smiled at his loadmaster and gunner. "Damn straight."

[Nallia Oberon]

Nallia woke and stretched in thelanguid way that cats stretch after being curled up. Her body achedin places she hadn't imagined. But it was a pleasant feeling, like agood work out where you pushed your muscles and knew the resultswould be worth it. “Syravari?” She called out as she sat up andpulled the sheet around her. It seemed silly to cover herself afterwhat they had done the night before, but she couldn't help it.


When she didn't hear his response, sheguessed he had gone to eat and see to the meeting they had put offthe night before. She felt a bit bad that she had been the reason hehad missed the meeting. But she told herself that Syra wouldn't havedone anything he hadn't wanted and she should put it out of her mind.


It was good to be back on the Grosettoas she moved about the room gathering up her clothes from theirpassionate strewing of the bits of material that evening. She washedher face, ran her fingers thru her tussled hair and then gave up andtwisted it into a knot. Moving to the kitchen she smiled as Veronicasquealed and came to hug her. “Oh we missed you, little minx,”she said and set Nallia down with a cup of juice and made her sometoast. “When the boss said we were coming to get you, we allcheered. Even Brannoc had sworn to come fetch ya if Syra hadn't. Sonever think one minute we had abandoned you, little bit.” Shelaughed.


Nallia smiled. “Thank you, Veronica.I had hoped, but I admit I worried. I mean, I know WHY you did it, Iguess. But it doesn't matter, I am here now.” She sipped the juiceand ate the toast obediently. “We need to see if there is anythingwe need supply wise before we go. I know how much Syra likes thosesteaks. I know the kitchen has some because I helped place the lastorder.” She laughed and winked. “Some things are good to know andwhat customers liked to eat was one of them.”


Veronica shook her head and clucked hertongue. “Here you go, already trying to move back into the kitchen.Never you mind about that. Brannoc and the Boss have seen to thereplenishments already. And you have better things to do than hoverin this hovel of a kitchen anyway.” The woman's wink sent Nallia'scheeks to blushing so hard she covered them with her hands.


“VERONICA!” She cried helplessly asshe giggled. “Nothing has changed, honest.” But she knew thatwasn't true either. Everything had changed.


The two exchanged pleasantries a momentmore as Nallia finally finished her toast and juice and was told Syrawas probably in his office. Nallia hugged the woman once more, toldher she'd be back to help with dinner despite the protests, andlaughed heading for Syra's office.


Nallia finally arrived at Syra'soffice. The door was open and the three men were pouring over commpads and talking about credits and such. She coughed and tapped thedoor. “Morning all.” She smiled to the other men and nodded. “Hi,Brannoc. And Tomas, good to see you again.” She finally looked atSyra and the look on her face was plain as day. “Good morning,Syra.” She lit up seeing him there as images of him over her andbeneath her flitted through her mind. “What do you want me workingon today, Boss?” She smiled as she assumed everything else wouldjust go on as it always had. She had no real idea just how muchthings had changed.

[Syravari Elik]

Glancing over their budget, his eyes immediately snapped to the door as Nallia stepped in, a smile arcing on his face without thought and he reached out with his left hand to her as she entered. "Meeting's been pushed to this afternoon, so we can leave here in a bit," he informed, kissing her.

Brannoc rose as he closed out the file and moved around them, "Good to have you back, Nalli." Passing them, he motioned for Tomas to follow, but the pilot reluctantly did so as he admired the female among them.

Once they were gone, Syravari moved to his highbacked, leather chair and pulled her with him into his lap, then clicked to the file they had just been observing. Pages of numbers and names scrolled down the last page to the final half. "This is our working budget, names of contacts for merchants and buyers that fence our things," he stated, his left hand upon her hip and enjoying her nearness more than the subject right now. "We're still gaining ground here on Cloud City, so the ones that we're dealing with so far is selective. Most of them, hopefully, will be our customers once the casino and brothel are open."

[Nallia Oberon]

Nallia took Syra's hand expecting him to just want her at his side. When he tugged to pull her to his lap, she gasped and but back a laugh. One arm went around his neck as he kissed her and the greetings of the others was lost for a moment. She managed a hasty good bye as they departed then watched Syravari call up the list.

Without thinking, or asking, she leaned over and tapped the screen back a few names. "Be careful of this one, Syra." She pointed to one of the names. "He's a good man at the beginning, but if he sees you making enough that he can come up with an angle to get a cut from you, he'll purpose it." She frowned leaning back into his body realizing the lack of height she had next to him made no more difference now than it did in bed. She settled back smiling. "And if he thinks he's being jilted or treated unfairly, he can do some pretty horrible things."

She took a moment to tell him how the man thought he deserved a cut of the profits from the station years ago. Claimed they wouldn't be doing HALF their business if he wasn't spreading the word. When he didn't get what here wanted, lots of odd things began to happen. From shipments being shorted to kids going missing after his ship had been in dock. It had taken the Overseer going to the Hutts to make it stop. He'd never been seen at the station again.

She pointed to one or two others that were going to be good choices cause of their connections.

"Those are the only ones that stick out." She finished and looked to see what he was thinking.