Log Date: 9/6/97 Log Cast: Shenneret Veery, Paul Nighman, Ozzle, Jase, Methos, Rabid, Dane Noth, Eryk, Viktr, Donivan, Benjawa, Fera Log Intro: The _Hawk's Wing_ having returned to Kichnar Station to drop off Kuxli and Shikh, Shenner and Paul have found themselves more or less alone again, as Paul looks for some way to contact Dane Noth about the impending trip to Mandalore. As they search the station for him, though, they come across an elegant casino, which makes enough of an impression on Shenner that Paul promises to bring her back the next evening for dinner and dancing. But Shenner herself makes an impression on a young man named Jase Millikin, and she promises him he can have one of her dances, as well. Now, tonight, Shen happily gets ready for her promised evening out... ---------- The second wearing of this dress, Shenner thinks, is only somewhat less unnerving than the first time. Once she wriggles into it, she stares down at it in a rush of wonder, still not used to the feel of it against her. But the memory of the first night she wore it sends a warm rush of giddy anticipation through her, and it's with eager hands that she finds a brush, and lingers for a time in front of the mirror, trying to figure out what to do with her hair and the gold glitter facedust. Entering the room without looking up, Paul heads toward the refresher before the sight of Shenner before the mirror there stops him dead in his tracks. Looking up from her delicate feet, along the small length of leg showing, to her hip, to her breasts to her face, Paul swallows hard in reaction. His hands remember the feel of the fabric, and more importantly the feel of her beneath it. Taking a slow and measured breath, Paul murmurs softly, "Wow, hey there gorgeous." Shen catches her breath and whirls around, the brush in her hand; she's been busy with it, for her hair hangs about her face in a soft red cloud. "Hi, Paul," she breathes, blushing, but bright-eyed. "Hey there," he growls softly, taking a step closer and wrapping an arm about her waist. "I better clean up," he rumbles considering her glowing features. "Otherwise I could see you finding some sharp looking stylin' guy to dance with," he teases gruffly. The girl beams up at the man, and gives him a throaty little giggle. "Ain't nobody else on this ship..." Chuckling, Paul releases her and enters the refresher himself. "Well, that won't be for long," he informs her, starting the shower before he starts to remove his clothes. "I found Dane ... or rather he found me," he explains. "So he _is_ here?" Shen calls over, over the noise of the flowing water. She turns back to the mirror, fiddling with the feather clip, trying to figure out where she wants it. Naked, Paul slips under the steady stream, sighing contently, the glass door separating him from Shen. "Yeah he is ... some interesting stuff came up too, but I'll tell you about that over dinner," he informs her. There is a small pause before he adds, "He asked after you by the way. Wanted to know how you were doing." There's a beat of silence from the girl -- shocked silence, no doubt, although the Corellian in the shower can't see her face. After that beat, Shen calls, "I'll be damned. He remembered me, huh?" Paul chuckles softly and replies, "He more than remembered you Shen. One could say that he actually complimented you ... well, as much as a Mandalorian -can- compliment someone who isn't -also- a Mandalorian," he teases. The water shuts off, and peeking about the door, Paul points and requests, "Towel?" Snorting in mild disbelief, Shenner pads into view and scarfs a towel off the rack for Paul, grinning crookedly as she hands it to him. "I'll believe that when I hear it..." The towel and the Corellian disappear behind the glass for a moment as he scrubs at the water on his body, wrapping the towel about his waist as he emerges once again. "I'm gonna have to bump you from the sink," he aplogizes, reaching for his shaver. "As for hearing it from the Mandalorian's mouth, well, I don't know if they work that way. Maybe if you eavesdrop more often," he suggests with a coy voice. Shenner baps Paul's bare wet arm lightly, as she sneaks a look at his equally bare an wet torso. "I'll keep my ears on it," she says dryly. Getting out of the way, she adds, "I'll get my shoes!" Chuckling, the Corellian gets down to business, ridding himself of his eternal stubble and splashing on a touch of sandalwood and amber cologne. Ranging into the room he dresses quickly and efficiently. It seems that Paul can dress up when he wants to, and that it takes little effort for him to do so. Must be that he just doesn't care to most of the time. Within a few minutes he is making a last minute check on his appearance, the blaster at his side on because he promised Dane he would ... just in case. Everything looks about as good as it's going to get, which brings Paul's attention back to Shenner. "How you doing, just about ready?" he asks brightly. There is a touch of excitement running through his system as he watches the girl, remembering the last time that she had worn that dress and knowing that -this- time the evening will end very differently if he has anything to say about it. "Yeah," Shen says, turning about on her sandaled feet. Her hair has been swept back from her face, held by the feathered clasp, and now her cheeks are tinted ever so lightly with gold. A smile flares across her face at the sight of Paul, and she repeats eagerly, "Yeah... I'm ready...!" Taking her hand, Paul curls it into the crook of his own. "Alright then, dinner, dancing, and anything you desire is yours tonight," he informs her with a seductive purr. Shenner(#3773POnACF) To a passing glance, this individual might be summed up as 'young male human', and certainly the walk, stance, and mannerisms seem like those a brash young man would have. But a closer observation can show that this is clearly a young woman, albeit a lean one, with slight and delicate curves. When she is standing, she is about 5'6" in height. Her rust-colored hair is cut in an approximation of a masculine style, but must not have been cut lately, for it is full and soft, with hints of waves; one heavy forelock frequently dangles across her brow. She speaks and sings with a low husky voice, and regards the world with a pair of large, luminous, and sharply intelligent green eyes. She is clad in a dress of crushed velvet, exquisitely hand-dyed in rich and vibrant peacock blues and greens, with half length sleeves and a wide slightly scooped neckline. The bodice is one solid piece, obviously meant to be close fitting, and at the waist, the skirt flares elegantly out, layered several times in a handkerchief fashion, so the hem line varies as the different sections overlap and create a fanciful jagged edge. The fabric feels like butter, soft and lush to the touch, clinging to her like a second skin, outlining every curve and nuance of her frame; the skirt falls full and broken about her legs. On her feet, she wears a pair of light sandals in a matching blue, and decorating her hair is a peacock feather clip, keeping most of her tousled mop held neatly -- and elegantly -- back out of her eyes, revealing them and the rest of her features. In the lightest of touches, some sort of delicate gold glitter graces her cheekbones, giving them a hint of an outline. All in all she looks almost like some fantastic bird, her red hair contrasting strikingly with the peacock tones of her garment, the crushed texture of the velvet catching the light. The skirt swirls about each time she moves, creating an elegant ripple of motion in her wake, and making her entire form seem to shimmer. Paul_Nighman Paul Nighman is a tall and lanky Corellian, 6'3", with a lean and muscular build. His face sports rugged features and a cleft in his chin. He is generally on the unshaven side - a sort of perpetual five o'clock shadow look, unless he has made a distinct effor to clean himself up. His hair is light brown with gold highlgiths, and there is one unruly swatch that has the tendency to fall over his brow. His eyes are expressive and hazel in color with a green sunburst around the pupils. His skin has a naturally tanned look to it and in general he is robust and attractive. He has long muscled arms with light scars and nicks crisscrossing them. His hands are similarly large and strong, laced with thin scars. His voice is deep, warm, and gravelly. He is currently wearing a silk forest green shirt, beautifully tailored and tucked into a pair of black breeches with a matching thin line of green piping trailing down the outside length of his legs. A wide black leather belt surrounds his waist with a matching holster trailing down his left thigh, containing in it's grasp a blaster. Tall highly polished black boots adorn his feet. Over the shirt is a vest jacket - sleeveless and cut long in the back. It is made of a heavier fabric, adorned with subtle green embroidery along the collar and edges, the interior lined with a darker shade of green silk. For once, the Corellian is clean shaven and impeccably groomed. There is a subtle scent of amber about him. [With Paul at her side, Shenner heads off through the station, for the casino they'd visited the night before....] You step between the pair of bouncers and enter Keepon Casino. Level 4 -Keepon Casino- For many beings, even tall ones, the only reminder this vast room gives of having a ceiling is the three large chandeliers which decend from the lofty roof to illuminate a virtual nebula of color and riches below. Crystal-distorted light casts a hazy glow over the casino, the rich midnight blue and gold trims of the decor giving the establishment the clandestine air of forbidden evenings and half-dreams. A clear aisle from the door sweeps a deep blue path to the bar against the far wall; islands of sabacc tables to the left of the entrance, a smooth near-reflecting black dancefloor to the right, and a wide raised dais in the far right corner which bears tables for dining. Odd movement against the wall behind the draws patrons' attentions, for the entire wall, up to two meters, is one large mirror; but not quite, as odd ghost images waft across its surface which have no real origin in the room. The bar, presiding from the back, is long and of a deep real wood, graceful stools before, and one of the largest collections of drinks behind, rising like steppes behind three hard-working human bartenders. The dance of the Sabacc cards, the disturbing and distracting images on the mirror Wall, the elegantly dressed patrons and the dancers on an ebony field give the Keepon Casino a near mythical, ephemeral quality. OOC: Type 'place help' for help, or 'kchelp' -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Paul_Nighman => Methos => Detjin => Ozzle => Jase => Rabid -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- Corridor leads to Level 4 -Northern Concourse-. Ozzle nods personably. "A pleasure, Mr. Fox." Jase looks at you for a moment. Methos is walking towards the corridor looking quite devistated. Rabid turns and offers his hand to Ozzle. "Nice to meet you" He nods briefly. Arm in arm with the tall Corellian at her side, Shenner enters the place, casting a green glance about her surroundings. Both she and Paul Nighman are formally clad, and the young redhead is smiling radiantly. Ozzle extends his hand and lightly touches Rabid's palm with his fingertips. Rabid glances over from his conversation at the new arrivals. Entering the room, Paul looks about for a moment, his eyes adjusting to the change in the light levels. He looks down at the woman on his arm with a smile, his gaze raising once again. However, when he catches a glimpse of Methos's expression, he stiffens slightly. Rabid looks at you for a moment. Paul_Nighman whispers, "Shenner, a moment, alright?" Methos walks past the two on his way slowly and somberly out. Shenner blinks up at her companion for a moment, and gives him a brief wordless nod, her eyes a bit unsure, but trusting. Dane_Noth steps into the entry way from the northern concourse. Dane_Noth has arrived. Jase smiles as the two men exchange pleasantries. He lets his gaze wander around the room. It pauses on the couple that has just entered. His jaw grows increasingly slack until his mouth is hanging completely open. Gray eyes are wide and staring. Rabid,Jase, and Ozzle are all over by the bar having a conversation with each other, over drinks. Dane_Noth strides in and looks over the room, givng Shenner and Paul a nod.. Dane_Noth looks at you for a moment. [Shenner hears Paul whisper to Methos, "Are you alright?"] Methos shakes his head to Paul saying only, "Good bye." as he heads out. Methos makes his way out of the Casino. Methos has left. [Shenner hears Paul whisper to Dane Noth, "Something is wrong with Methos but I don't know what."] Paul's eyes flicker from Dane to Methos, and back again, concern in them clear. He bends toward Shen again, whispering something into her ear. Paul_Nighman whispers, "Never mind ... let's keep going." Shenner nods up to Paul, readily, and casts a questioning glance off towards the dance floor. She doesn't need to say anything to him; her intent is clear. Dance? Ozzle notices Jase's reaction to the new arivals and tries to reengage in conversation. "So, gentlemen, what were you discussing?" Jase says, "Ex...excuse me." He finally shuts his mouth. "I just saw someone I know....I think." Shenner's gaze swings back around, and lights upon Dane Noth. At his nod, she smiles a bit, her posture straightening; she gives the fellow an almost... gracious nod, and says firmly, "Good evening." Looking at Dane for a moment longer, Paul nods, regretfully, but his eyes indicate it is something beyond his control or his ken. Glancing back down at Shen and her gaze to the floor, he lays his free hand on top of the one on his arm. "Let's do it," he purrs, leading her to the dance floor. Detjin looks at you for a moment. Dane_Noth watches the two head to the dance floor and goes to take a seat.. Rabid seems interested in Jase's reaction and tries to follow his line of sight. "We were discussing work and our lack of it...", he says to Ozzle, distractedly. Shenner positively lights up, as Paul guides her out onto the floor. Her skirt swishes lightly about her slim legs, and ever so slightly, her features glitter in the place's illumination. Ozzle nods. "Ah, yes, that seems to be a common malady these days." he remarks as he gestures to the barkeep for another drink. The bartender quickly goes through the motions and hands Ozzle a dark green liquid in a tall glass. Jase pulls a bar stool over and sits down. He seems to be trying to bring his attention back to the two men he was talking with, but his eyes keep going back over to the handsome couple. He shifts uncomfortably on the stool. Stepping away from Shenner, Paul lets his her hand trail along the length of his arm before grasping her hand firmly, pulling her hard toward him in a spin and catching her close to his torso with his other hand, grinning down at her face as the music commands them to dance. Detjin nurses his drink slowly, and half smiles at the merriment the dancing couple share. Ozzle gives up and follows Jase's gaze to the couple. "Quite elegant, aren't they?" Jase says, "Huh?" He finally focuses on the Saurian. "Oh, yes. They are. Hard to believe they cleaned up so well." It would seem that the girl in the velvet dress knows what she's doing, placing her sandaled feet with confidence as she steps along. She beams up at her companion, her own arms wrapping about him briefly, before she spins gracefully away from him again. Ozzle doesn't understand, but doesn't bite either. "Yes, isn't it." Rabid seems disinterested in the couple, unlike the people beside him, and turns away to have his drink refilled. Jase says, "I think I'm going to cut in." He stands. "Please excuse me." Ozzle smiles. "Certainly." Bringing Shen in close to him again, Paul wraps her in his arms, his feet leading her readily about the dance floor in a fancy step that she seems to follow with ease. One hand drifts to the small of her back to pull her close, his face drifting lightly by her temple. Dane_Noth takes a seat at the side table on the dais. Detjin perks up from /his/ booth, and watches Jase leave the bar, interested. Rabid grins and roll his eyes as he takes his drink and turns back to view the casino. Detjin From first glance Detjin stands roughly six feet tall, and is well armored. The upper of two sets of ears rotating on seperate axis, the large multi-faceted eyes and numerous sensory spikes on his head instantly reveal his Rodian nature. Within a few extra moments, more detail is noticed. His armor resembles that of an Imperial Scout Trooper. The only difference is the Rodian's armor is sand camoflaged. Twin plates run up both his legs, at the shin and calf, then break at the knee and continue up his thighs. A solid plate encircles his trunk, breaking at the shoulders. Beyond that, his arms are covered in the same fashion as his legs. His hands aren't covered, and he lacks the helmet customarily included with this sort of armor. At each joint where the plates break is a flexible, black kevlar like material, allowing both protection and free movement. Around his waist is a black utility belt, at his left side, a dagger hilt protrudes from a pouch, at his right, a shiny black handle extends from a holster. He carries around him an elitist air, proud of his hunting geneology. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Light Armor Rabid The figure that is before you is a male human, in his mid-twenties. He stands in the range of 5'9 and seems to have a rather good build, possibly suggesting regular exercise. His handsome face displays thought and calculation of his surroundings, as do his dark brown eyes. He has hair, the same color of his eyes, which he wears short but still enough to billow in the wind that passes through it. He is dressed in an expensive-looking white shirt and black pants outfit, with well-polished dress shoes. He also wears an open, formal black vest over the shirt as an acessorry. A fairly large datapad hangs losely from a strap on the right side of his belt. Ozzle turns to Rabid... "He seems to be predisposed to getting himself into trouble." Jase moves purposefully across the casino to the dance floor. Maneouvering carefully, he gets behind the well-dressed gentleman just as the music slows and the dancing couple pauses before the next step. He taps the man firmly on the shoulder. "May I cut in?" Shenner floats along in Paul's grasp, her hands clasping him lightly in return, until Jase arrives on the scene. She starts a bit and looks up. Rabid turns to Ozzle, taking a small sip of his drink. He slightly raises an eyebrow and says, "Oh?" Turning and slowing the step down, Paul considers the man for a second, remebering the brazen youth from the night before and smirking despite himself. _Kid's got balls, I'll give him that_ Paul muses, looking back to Shen and raising one eyebrow. He leans close to the girl as the melody draws to a close, dipping her deeply and murmuring something in her ear ... or perhaps he is nuzzling it. Paul_Nighman whispers, "It's your call." Shenner, dipped, issues a tiny amused bit of laughter, murmuring something back to her companion. Ozzle nods, not expanding on his comment. "So, Mr. Fox, you're looking for work." You whisper, "Well, I did tell him I'd give him one dance..." to Paul_Nighman. Raising up, Paul magnanimously steps aside, giving Shen a quick twirl that lands her next to Jase. "With my compliments sir," he sallies forth with charm and a smile. Rabid chuckles lightly as he takes in the scene. "I think he may need a lightsaber to cut those two apart", he says to Ozzle, softly. Jase smiles and nods his head to Paul. "Thank you, sir." He turns to Shenner and executes a much more formal bow. "My lady." He takes her hand and leads her out into a waltz." Jase looks at you for a moment. Shenner flashes a lingering look at Paul, clearly enthralled by the man, but she allows herself to be twirled towards Jase, and allows him to lead her out into the second dance, apparently credibly comfortable with a waltz as well. Rabid chuckles even more. "Well...maybe not..." He takes another sips of his drink and nods. "Yes, but mostly looking for my own ship for a modest, and very legal, trading business." With an amused shake of his head, Paul heads for a nearby table, seating himself so that he has a clear view of the dance floor. He waves his hand and a waiter obediently slips to his side to take his order for a Corellian ale. Paul settles back, rather like a judge, and watches the show begin. Ozzle says, "A respectable goal indeed. So why not buy a ship and get started?", in Basic. Shenner's expression changes somewhat as this younger fellow guides her through the waltz; her eyes still gleam, and her cheekbones glitter softly in the light, but there's more wry amusement to her look now. Jase places one hand over Shenner's shoulderblades, the other hand raises one of hers delicately. He pulls her snuggly against his hip. His first step is decisive, leading her into the figure with precision and grace. As they are of a height, the equality of their stride allows them to glide across the floor. Jase Eyes of steely blue peer out from beneath a rim of golden blond hair, trimmed military short. He is slender and shorter than average, but moves with the fluid grace of an athelete. A clean shaven boyish face coupled with his lack of bulk and height conspire to make him seem a bit young until you look into his eyes. Experience and defiance look back at you. A loose gray shirt has been tucked into well-tailored black pants that look suspiciously like uniform trousers. Shined black boots and a burgundy vest complete the outfit. <> -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => MX Heavy Blaster Pistol Jase sweeps her around the floor once in silence before leaning forward and speaking quietly. Rabid smiles politely. "I recently got a price quote from a major ship manufacturer. Considering that their prices on even small frieghters are more than 100 times what I have, and they require all money up front, I find it very hard to finance a venture at this point." Ozzle glances for a moment at the dancing couple. His expression is one of confusion, or perhaps curiosity, mingled with light revulsion. Jase whispers, "You look beautiful tonight. I don't see a single trace of the tomboy here tonight." Shenner's mouth quirks in a brief lopsided grin, before she murmurs something back. You whisper, "Told yah I own a dress." to Jase. Ozzle returns his focus to Rabid and repeats his earlier statement, this time with an air of amusement. "So, Mr. Fox, you're looking for work." The ale arrives, the waiter glancing at Paul and then Jase and then Paul again. He leans over and murmurs softly, "I know that it is none of my concern sir, but if you wish to keep the lady and suggest you watch out for that one." Paul's amused glance raises to the man as he accepts the glass with a wink. "Fear not, I've an ace up my sleeve," he confides lightly, the waiter responding with a quick nod and a "Very good sir" even though he is thinking _Fool_. Jase twirls Shenner out in one of the flashier moves allowed in this dance. Her skirts shimmer with movement and light. Jase whispers, "I'm sorry that I interrupted you and your companion so quickly, but I have seen the look on your face when you look at him. I knew I had to act quickly or lose any chance I had to dance with you this evening." The redheaded girl's hair swirls a bit, as well, though there's far less of it than there are of her velvet layers of skirt. She takes the flashy move adroitly, executing a slight variation of her own before something Jase tells her makes her blush and smile, startled. Rabid takes a sip of his drink and nods. "As well as looking for a ship, yes." Dane_Noth says, "jedo tknet yendor osnonpal obm tknet aschc trebor sregdor tknet kast, ked jedo vi aschc osnonpal eimmor ebmekid.", in Mandalorian. You whisper, "Paul's... my friend, what can I say?" to Jase. Dane_Noth 's head moves slightly as if he is talking to someone, but he sits alone at his table. The Corellian's gaze, while seemingly casual, watches the pair like a hawk, every nuance of their dance and Shen's expressions make a deep and abiding impression. Jase chuckles as they move across the floor. His lips move quietly. Ozzle nods. "If you do eventually find yourself in the market, I highly recommend the Sardach line of Kale Ones. Jase whispers, "Oh, and I'm a Wookie. You're smitten with him and I have snowball's chance on Tatooine of getting anywhere with you and I know it." Rabid thinks for a moment, his eyes wandering over to the armored warrior, briefly. "I don't believe I've ever heard of that class of ship." He takes another sips of his drink and turns back to Ozzle. "I was mostly looking into Ilyrian Gnats. What I've read about them suggests that they have both excellent speed and sensors, making just my kind of vessel." Something else Jase tells her makes Shenner flush crimson, and smile in the direction of her bare toes. You whisper, "I'm that obvious, huh, pal?" to Jase. Ozzle says, "The two features that the Kale excells in, even over the Gnats. Sardach got a bad reputation a few years back, before they brought their lines up to full quality, and their ships are somewhat rare. But their new lines are some of the best ships available, I assure you.", in Basic. Jase nods at something the young woman says. He twirls her out again before answering. Ozzle says this last line with what can only be a touch of pride. Jase whispers, "To me, you are. And he as well. He may look all suave and nonchalant, but his eyes give him away." Rabid nods, clearly interested. "I'll have to look into them, then. Thank you for bringing it to my attention." Dane_Noth glances over at the ship conversation curiously The Corellian covers it well ... he seems completely nonchalant, but every blush and smile from Shenner causes an internal frown ... a small alarm to fire. He takes a deep draught from his glass, the only indicator that he is even slightly perturbed. Ozzle finishes off the last of his Fixer. "Mine is currently in the landing bay. If you'd care to look at it..." Shenner is still blushing a bit, not meeting the eyes of the young man twirling her about, paying a bit more attention now to where she places her feet as she murmurs lowly to him. You whisper, "Yeah? How?" to Jase. Rabid says, "Oh really? Is yours the one that looks similar to a Lambda Class, but with a bubble cockpit, and without the folding wing pylons?" Jase whispers, " Thank you for the dance. Don't linger too long before letting him know how you feel." The music draws to a close and Jase slows the velvet-clad woman to a stop, but he does not release her immediately. They stand for a long moment as he waits for her eyes to look into his. His back is to the dining dais and the lady's date. Leaning forward, he kisses her lightly if lingeringly on the cheek. That tears it. The Corellian finishes his drink, placing it on the table and rising. The song is reaching its denouement, and Paul has every intention of being by Shen and her charming partner when it does so. Ozzle smiles, nodding. "Yes, I suppose it does resemble a Lambda, to some degree." Shen shoots a startled look up at Jase -- but whether at the kiss, or at the whisper he gives her with it, is difficult to say. She swallows, as he brings her to a deft halt. Jase releases Shenner. Looping her arm through his, he moves to where Paul is waiting. "Thank you for the priviledge of dancing with Shenner. She is quite a woman." Dane_Noth watches the dance floor transaction silently, his visored face scanning the room slowly Shenner stares rather bemusedly at Jase as she is led back to Paul. She smiles then, shyly, up at the Corellian as she turns to face him. Paul is right there, giving Jase a look with shuttered eyes, murmuring, "You dance well," in soft tones, his eyes speaking volumes that his words do not. Turning to look at Shen, he reaches over and takes her hand back, replying equally, "Yes she is ... I'm glad you both enjoyed yourselves." Only Shen might perceive the slight burr to Paul's voice, as if something very different were on his mind. Jase smiles. "Thank you though I rarely have so accomplished a partner. Or one so beautiful." He takes Shenner's free hand and raises it to his lips. "Thank you again. Remember what I said." Shenner chews at her lower lip a bit, as she curls her fingers about Paul's and she studies the set of his features. "Um... yeah," she murmurs at Jase. Rabid sits quietly, watching the group on the dance floor. The Corellian holds his tongue ... and reminds his hands that they are not supposed to be in the shape of a fist right now. Tugging lightly on the hand of Shenner's that he still holds, he pulls her close as the music begins to swell again into a slow moody number that suits Paul's mood to a "T". Jase says, "You're a lucky man, Mr. Nighman. Don't ever forget that." He walks back to the bar with a stong stride and head held high. Shenner blinkblinks up at Paul, picking up on the nuances of his expression, her eyes softening with concern. Detjin chuckles, clearly amused at the human exchange. He finishes off the contents of a tall glass in the Rodian's lanky fingers. You whisper, "Hey... hey there... it was just a dance..." to Paul_Nighman. Ozzle nods to Jase as he returns to the bar, only barely repressing a chuckle. "You certainly do have a way with people, Mr. Millikin." Eryk steps into the entry way from the northern concourse. Eryk has arrived. Rabid says, "...but not a punch thrown", he adds." Sliding across the dance floor, Paul's eyes remain locked to Shen's, catching the tenor of her features, the worry in her eyes. He leans close, his hands at her hips as is traditional in this dance, the music telling them to slither and slip across the floor. He presses his lips close to her ear. Jase smiles with pride. "Why thank you, Mr. Ozzle. I try." He turns to the bartender and orders something small, alcoholic and strong. He laughs at Rabid's statement. "It was touch and go there for a while. I seem to have pushed it by kissing her hand, but he deserved it." Paul_Nighman whispers, "You were blushing and grinning like a schoolgirl ... was the gentleman so very charming then?" Detjin notices Eryk enter the casino. He searches the human's face, and, with eye contact established, nods to him. Ozzle doesn't attempt to supress his chuckle this time. "Well, if you gentlemen will excuse me." He places a handful of credits on the bar, and nods to his companions. Shenner's brow crinkles at what Paul whispers in her ear, and she turns her head around slowly to whisper back to him. Her arms curl about him lightly. Rabid shrugs slightly and sips his drink. He glances over and nods to the departing man. "Good bye." Paul_Nighman senses, "Shenner murmurs in plaintive protest, "It was just what he said, is all..."" Jase says, "Good night, Ozzle." He raises his drink in salute. "Hope to see you again sometime." Eryk cocks an eyebrow at the Rodian from the doorway. He nods back to him, then pauses, scratching his chin, as he looks around the place. Ozzle smiles again before making his way casually but purposefully towards the exit. Ozzle makes his way out of the Casino. Ozzle has left. Her softly murmured words don't seem to appease the Corellian in the slightest. Paul considers Shenner for a moment, trying to identify this unfamiliar emotion that he is experiencing. It's an edgy mixture of annoyance and concern, anger and frustration .... and chased with desire and attraction. He shakes his head, hissing softly, not realizing the tenor of his voice. Paul_Nighman whispers, "Oh?? And what did the gentleman have to say that you found so irresistable?" Eryk approaches Detjin's table and says something quietly to him in Rodian. Jase smiles and sips his drink. "That was fun. So, did you and Ozzle find much to talk about? Shenner blushes visibly even in the soft lighting of this place, her gaze lifting uneasily to her companion's features before dropping again to somewhere in the vicinity of his chest. Her voice, when she whispers back, is very shy. Dane_Noth stands from his table and heads for the door with a casual stride, offering Paul and Shenner a slight nod. Dane_Noth stands from the side table on the dais. Paul_Nighman senses, "Shenner murmurs sheepishly, "He said it was obvious that I was... " She pauses, blushing again, and finishes, "Smitten with you, and he didn't have a snowball's chance on Tatooine and, uhm, he knew it."" Detjin speaks to Eryk. Eryk smiles to the Rodian and says something else. Shenner misses Dane Noth's nod, her gaze fixed on Paul's shirt as it is. Detjin motions to Eryk to join him. Paul has only eyes and ears for Shenner, Dane's nod going quite unnoticed. His eyes grow dark and thoughtful, something clicking inside his head at the girl's softly murmured words. Dipping his own head down toward hers he touches his brow to her own, considering her lowered gaze with thoughtful eyes. Rabid nods. "Yes, we discussed quite a few things, you and the nice lady over there, being one of them", he says and a lopsided grin spreads across his face. Jase's eyebrow tries to join his hairline. "Oh? And what did you two say?" Eryk nods and sits down. He quickly catches the attention of a waiter, orders a drink, and begins speaking with Detjin while his drink is prepared. Eryk takes a seat in the corner booth on the dais. Dane_Noth makes his way out of the Casino. Dane_Noth has left. Rabid chuckles. "Oh, not much on that topic, really. I was pretty much convinced that it would take a lightsaber to separate those two over there." He motions to Paul and Shenner with a slight nod. You sense: Paul_Nighman's breath tickles lightly against Shen's cheek for a moment, before his voice, softer and more uncertain, trickles forth. "And are you ... smitten? Does he have a snowball's chance on Tatooine?" Jase nods. "I agree. Now if he will just admit that to himself and to her, they can get on with life in general." He looks over at the dancing couple. "From the look of it, I may have pushed some of the right buttons." The waiter finally returns to the booth and hands Eryk a drink. Rabid shrugs. "Perhaps..., but I am definately not an expert in that area of experience." The girl under observation by the gentlemen across the way lifts a timid green gaze to her dancing partner's face. Eryk nods to the waiter, who moves on the the next table. Shenner gives Paul a tiny unsure smile, as she murmurs something to him. Jase says, "Neither am I except from this position...on the outside." He tosses back the last of the amber fluid in his tiny glass. With a sigh, he continues, "Maybe someday I'll find someone who'll like a short, Alderaanian, ex-Imperial without a job." Paul_Nighman senses, "Shenner doesn't answer Paul immediately, as she looks up at him, her eyes very full. Her lips part slightly as she begins to speak, then she wets them and breathes out, "I guess... I guess smitten's a... good word...."" Rabid chuckles quietly. "Hopefully, you will have fixed that last problem before you find someone." Paul's eyes darken even further at Shen's soft admission, his face drawing down to press his cheek against hers, the music pouring about them richly, the dance bringing them close together, their movement slow and seductive. Jase laughs. "I don't know. I'm not having such good luck right now. I'd love to work for Karrde, but he doesn't trust me and rightly so as I've done nothing to earn it. I don't know what I want to do or where I want to go." Rabid slowly twirls the small amount of liquid, in his glass, around. He looks up at Jase. "Karrde?" Paul_Nighman whispers, "There is a soft breath, or perhaps gasp, as Paul shifts Shen in his grasp, his face dropping lower so their eyes cannot meet. "Smitten," he murmurs softly, "What an ancient word ... no wonder I like the sound of it." There is a sweet pain swelling up inside of him, starting in his belly and coursing both up and down. "I am jealous," he murmurs with a sense of surprise as he finally identifies the emotion. "Was jealous," he corrects." Jase nods. "Talon Karrde. He owns a large shipping firm and has an interest in this casino as well." He turns and asks for a glass of seltzer water. "I like him for some reason." His smile has some hidden meaning as he speaks those words. Pressing close to the man with whom she dances, the girl in the velvet dress wraps her arms about his waist, her eyes closing, shutting out at least for the moment everything else save the music and the feel of her companion's embrace. Paul_Nighman senses, "Shenner whispers into Paul's ear, "You ain't gotta be jealous... I... wanna be with you, yah know?"" Not knowing what else to say, or what Shen is thinking, Paul merely holds her close, weaving about the dance floor effortlessly, his head resting above hers as she leans into his chest. Rabid is silent, just watching the casino, not knowing where to lead the conversation to at this point. Jase takes several slices of lime and squeezes them into the water before drinking. Jase looks at his drinking companion. "Have you met Karrde yet?" Rabid shakes his head and smiles. "If I had, would I have asked you who he was?" Paul_Nighman senses, "Shenner inhales the amber scent Paul wears tonight, and his own clean smell beneath it. Her heart races in her chest, as she ponders Jase's advise and wonders if she's sufficiently followed it yet. Part of her demands she not pursue it, but the rest of her worries for that fretful look she'd seen in the Corellian's eyes, and after a few minutes, she pulls ever so slightly back from him, trying to meet his gaze." Jase looks at his glass and then back to Rabid. "Good thing I switched to water, but it looks like I should have done so sooner. He's an intriguing man. Intelligent, good looking, rich...all those enviable qualities." Shenner pulls back from her companion ever so slightly as the two of them swirl about the floor, and tries to catch his gaze with hers. Paul, sensing her shift, draws back somewhat, the music drawing to a close as well. The next piece is livelier, and the couples about them move in complicated patterns, but Paul remains still, his hands still resting on Shen's hips, his gaze locking with her own. Rabid grins and looks at the glass of water in Jase's hand. "I usually don't touch alcohol, myself. I've found that I get intoxicated rather quickly." Jase says, "Well, the only alcohol I've had tonight was that little glass after dancing, but maybe it was the lady's intoxicating presense." Viktr steps into the entry way from the northern concourse. Viktr has arrived. A flight of bats swoops through the mirror's rendition of the room. Jase stands next to the bar, talking with Rabid. Intoxicated. That may well be a good word to describe the look on the redhead's face, as she considers a moment, then lifts her slim young arms up to her companion's neck. Shenner raises herself up slightly onto her toes as well, closing the height difference between them, as she kisses Paul, feather-light, across his mouth. Viktr enters, a sleek black case held in one hand. Jase looks toward the dance floor at just the right, or wrong, moment and sees Shenner kiss Paul. A sigh escapes his chest. "Lucky man." The gold-green-hazel eyes are soft and no longer upset. If anything, there seems to be a mix of uncertain surprise and considerable heat and desire sparkling there. His hands slide over her hips in a rhythmic and hypnotic pattern, tracing the dip of her waist and back again. As her lips meet his, there is a soft breath of surprise before he returns the kiss passionately. Rabid grins, and evil thought crossing his mind. "You _could_ ask her to dance again. We'd have to call out the Casparian Marines, to get her companion off of you, however." Various reflections of beings in the room are suddenly outlines in multicolored sparks on the Wall. Viktr takes a seat at the side table on the dais. Jase's head snaps around at Rabid's words. His head goes back and he laughs long and loud causing tears to streak his cheeks. Viktr moves to a table, setting the case on the seat next to him and looking out flatly. You sense: Paul_Nighman breaks the kiss for only a moment to whisper softly, "Dance, dinner, or shall I just devour you?" Detjin's reflection on the wall is shadowed by a ghostly human man. Shen pulls back from her dancing partner, a fraction of a breath's distance, gazing up warmly at him. A smile blooms across her features at something he asks her. Paul_Nighman senses, "Shenner breathes huskily, "We just got here... I mean... should we leave yet....?" From the glimmer in her eyes, she's not exactly adverse to the idea, but she's also blushing a bit." Detjin's reflection on the wall is shadowed by a ghostly human woman. Jase smothers a yawn. "I'm sorry, but I've had a full day and tomorrow promises to be worse. Please excuse me but I must off to bed." Detjin holds up a hand to Eryk momentarily, and turns to look over the human's should, at the strange shadow hovering over his reflection. He shakes his head at the recurrence, and goes back to his conversation. Rabid nods, not seeming the least bit fatigued. "Later." The kiss breaks off, with softly whispered questions bandied back and forth. Paul smiles, reaching up with one hand to caress the redhead's cheek for a moment before murmuring softly again, deliberately ignoring the looks that the other dancers give to the motionless pair. Jase moves through the crowd with practiced ease. He pauses to look at the couple on the dance floor. His smile could be interpreted in many ways. He moves on out the door. In the mirror wall, a ghostly rancor plows -through- one of the sabacc tables, then blips out. You sense: Paul_Nighman smiles with a wicked gleam in his eye, his hands stroking Shen through the buttery soft velvet of her dress. "Do you know," he murmurs in almost a nonsequitor, "that the first time you wore this I wanted you so badly ... I wanted to ravish you while you wore this ... the feel of your skin and the velvet." His eyes are burning with the memory and the admission. "As for leaving, it makes no difference to me ... I told you before, this is a night for dinner, dancing and whatever you desire ... we have time for all three if you want, I'm in no rush," he murmurs huskily, his eyes telling her that they have all night to fulfill her every whim. A spray of dim, tiny sparks races across the mirror wall's image, chasing each other to the other far side before disappearing. Rabid smirks and holds a heavy gaze on the mirror, waiting for the next strange image to appear. Paul_Nighman senses, "Shenner's face flushes pinkly at Paul's heated gaze, and his roughly rumbled confession. Her gaze is clear and bright, though, as she looks up at him and murmurs, "All three, then... dance with me, Paul?"" Paul pulls Shen to him sharply, her softly spoken request granted. Dragging her back with several dramatic steps, he plunges into the dance along with the other couples, the rapid pace and complicated steps whirrling the two of them about the dance floor in a frenzy of motion. He proves that while Jase and Shen, being of like height, could dance smoothly across in a waltz, that a competent dancer, no matter what his height, can tailor his steps and motions to complement his partner just as effectively. The movement of patrons in the casino is deplicted in the large mirror as trailing faint auras of color. Suddenly a blue fireburst image explodes across the mirror, then a green one, then a larger red one goes off. Soon the entire mirror is filled with multi-colored explosions, like a heavy fireworks display. Rabid laughs and shakes his head. Turning away, he finishes the last of his drink and speaks a few words to the bartender nearby. The Bartender just shrugs and shakes his head, as he goes back to cleaning glasses. A flight of bats swoops through the mirror's rendition of the room. Her hair and her skirts swirling about her with every motion she makes, Shenner grows steadily brighter of expression as she and Paul spin about the floor, as though someone had kindled a small nova immediately behind her features and it shines through now out into the room. Donivan steps into the entry way from the northern concourse. Donivan has arrived. Rabid is sitting drinkless at the bar, just idly glacing around. Detjin glances at the human just entering. The dance continues on at its dizzying pace, Paul sweeping Shenner along with eyes only for her. Only when the music ceases abruptly does he stop and glance about and the dancers applaud the music. Paul grins, dropping a hand to Shen's shoulder and inquiring, "Dinner now or more dancing?" Shenner answers in a happy breathless burst, "Dinner... we could dance while we wait...!" Donivan makes his way out of the Casino. Donivan has left. Shaking his head in astonishment, the Corellian thinks _this girl is going to kill me at this rate_ but leads her to a nearby table to place their order at least. Viktr looks at you for a moment. Viktr A human male of moderate height and a slender build. His age is hard to determine, his head completely depilated and his skin unlined. His complexion is light, his facial features narrow. His eyes, a pale and hard green, his lips thin and nearly bloodless, rarely smiling. He is dressed in conservative clothes of simple charcoal, straight-legged pants and a bloused shirt of matching shade and fabric. A line of Twi'lek chorus girls is reflected in the wall, running through the room. Rabid stands slowly and tosses a few credits on the counter of the bar. He turns around to face the exit before giving his vest a straightening tug, and heads off towards the door. Rabid makes his way out of the Casino. Rabid has left. Viktr stands from the side table on the dais. Viktr rises from his chair, taking up his case again and moving towards the door. Viktr makes his way out of the Casino. Viktr has left. Various reflections of beings in the room are suddenly outlines in multicolored sparks on the Wall. In the mirror wall, a ghostly rancor plows -through- one of the sabacc tables, then blips out. Viktr steps into the entry way from the northern concourse. Viktr has arrived. Viktr walks in, moving back to the small table he previously occupied, and taking a seat. Viktr takes a seat at the side table on the dais. In the mirror wall, a ghostly rancor plows -through- one of the sabacc tables, then blips out. Benjawa steps into the entry way from the northern concourse. Benjawa has arrived. Benjawa scans the casino.... Various reflections of beings in the room are suddenly outlines in multicolored sparks on the Wall. Benjawa takes a seat at the bar. Benjawa heads to the bar to get a drink... Benjawa orders a drink from the bar and heads to a table... Benjawa stands from the long bar at the back of the room. Benjawa takes a seat at the small table on the dais. On the mirror wall, Benjawa's reflection morphs into an unrecognizable Wookiee for a while. Benjawa gets out a deck of sabbac cards and starts to shuffle them a bit Benjawa stands from the small table on the dais. Benjawa gets up from his table and heads for the sabbacc table in the casino Benjawa takes a seat at the gold sabacc table. A line of Twi'lek chorus girls is reflected in the wall, running through the room. Benjawa glances about the room again. Across the room, a young redheaded woman and a tall Corellian at their table smile at one another over a newly arrived hot dinner, the girl beaming giddily, the man giving her mischievous sidelong glances. He reaches for a bottle of champagne, pops it open, and fills a glass for his companion, his eyes twinkling. A flight of bats swoops through the mirror's rendition of the room. Eryk calls his waiter back over and pays for the drink, leaving a slight tip, before getting up and heading for the door. Eryk stands from the corner booth on the dais. Eryk makes his way out of the Casino. Eryk has left. The sabacc-side wall seems to be reflecting the room in a horizontally flipped image. The mirror wall behind the sabacc tables reflects the room, then slyly adds about a half dozen black silhouettes of stormtroopers. Detjin stands from the corner booth on the dais. Detjin stands up from the booth, and makes his way out of the casino. Detjin makes his way out of the Casino. Detjin has left. On the mirror wall, Viktr's reflection morphs into an unrecognizable tall Sarian for a while. Donivan steps into the entry way from the northern concourse. Donivan has arrived. In the mirror wall, a ghostly rancor plows -through- one of the sabacc tables, then blips out. Donivan walks in and heads for the bar Donivan makes his way out of the Casino. Donivan has left. On the mirror wall, Viktr's reflection morphs into an unrecognizable Wookiee for a while. On the mirror wall, Viktr's reflection morphs into an unrecognizable figure in dark robes for a while. The mirror wall behind the sabacc tables reflects the room, then slyly adds about a half dozen black silhouettes of stormtroopers. In the mirror wall, a ghostly rancor plows -through- one of the sabacc tables, then blips out. A spray of dim, tiny sparks races across the mirror wall's image, chasing each other to the other far side before disappearing. According to the mirror wall, Shenner is suddenly dressed in last season's fashion. The mirror's image acquires a faint redish tinge, which fades after a few minutes. Dancing, dinner, and then more dancing. Little conversation passes between the redhead and the Corellian, the night being too perfect to spoil with something so mundane. The two of them share small glances, smiles, flamboyant dance steps, and occassional kisses. As the evening wears on, Paul finds his self restrait growing more and more strained, as he becomes more and more aware of Shen's every small movement and gesture - the touch of her hip against his, the flash of her hair, the sparkle of her emerald gaze, and the irresistable combination of the velvet of her dress as it slides between his hands and her flesh. However, being perhaps their last night before Mandalore, tonight is Shen's night, and Paul lets her set the pace ... for now. The reflection of Shenner in the mirror suddenly pixelizes and flys apart, only to reassemble again. She was already giddy. With champagne fizzling in her blood, Shenner turns ebullient, less shy, more confident. Her steps on the dance floor turn surer, as she yields to the music, the champagne, and most of all, Paul's presence; the creature who'd been a timid sylph in Dream's branches becomes a bright-eyed nymph swaying and whirling in her companion's arms. The casino grows more and more empty as the hours dwindle toward dawn. There are a few high stakes games, quiet and tense, lovers moving to sultry rhthyms on the dance floor, and the loveless or the jobless leaning against the bar, hoping for a change in their luck. Paul ignores them all, concentrating only on the woman in his arms and the extraordinary feelings that have been running through his system since he reclaimed her as his partner from Jase. The mirror's image acquires a faint redish tinge, which fades after a few minutes. At last, her arms once more wrapped about the Corellian's neck, her slim young form pressed up against him, Shen looks up into Paul's face. Her own is lit by a huge and brilliant smile, as she whispers, "Back yet? To the ship....?" Holding her close, his body flaring with need at her words, Paul dips his head, nipping lightly at her throat. "Yes," he rasps softly, his voice bubbling with heat. "I hope you don't mind, but I think I'll ravish you when we get there," he admits, hoping that his words will enflame rather than alarm Shenner. He drags a hand along her thigh, the skirt falling from his grasp like petals, brushing against her leg. In the mirror wall, a ghostly rancor plows -through- one of the sabacc tables, then blips out. The mirror's image acquires a faint redish tinge, which fades after a few minutes. _He looks suave and nonchalant, but his eyes give him away..._ Jase's words echo in Shenner's head. Fascinated, rapt, she looks for clues in Paul's hazel-green gaze, and as he breathes out _that_ little proposal, her own eyes glint vividly in response. A soft little whimper escapes her. Her arms cling more tightly to him, and she thinks _Yes, k'chaiya, yes!_. With an effort, she manages to restrain her reply to a simple excited, "Yes!" That tears it ... Paul's control that is. The Corellian's gaze sizzles brightly, looking anything but suave or nonchalant. In complete disregard for what anyone might think or say in this public place, Paul bends Shen over his arm, plundering her mouth and communicating with his lips and tongue, with the bold touch of his hands, the true measure of his desire for her. The mirror wall behind the sabacc tables reflects the room, then slyly adds about a half dozen black silhouettes of stormtroopers. The girl's entire frame shivers up and down, and it is with a breathless croak that she murmurs, "Ship," when she and Paul finally separate for air. That one word is both plea and enticement, and once she's uttered it, she plants a flurry of kisses all over the Corellian's jawline. The reflection of Shenner in the mirror suddenly pixelizes and flys apart, only to reassemble again. Stopping her flurry by catching her mouth again in a bone melting kiss, Paul pulls Shen back to their table where he throws down a large number of credits, -more- than enough to cover their meal and tip, and releasing her mouth, wraps his arm about her shoulders, keeping her close as they press their way through the waning crowds, heading for the door. [Out through the station, to the core...] You head coreward. Level 4 -Concourse- -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Galactic Bank ATM -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Fera => Detjin => Donivan => Caspar News Service - Kichnar Edition => Mail Terminal: Kichnar -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- Edgeward West leads to Level 4 -Landing Pad-. Edgeward North leads to Level 4 -Northern Concourse-. Edgeward South leads to Level 4 -Southern Concourse-. Edgeward East leads to Level 4 -Eastern Concourse-. TurboLift leads to Turbolift. Paul_Nighman comes from the northern concourse. Paul_Nighman has arrived. Fera says, "THe noble art of bounty hunting reaps better rewards if you have an avenue through which yo ucan be contacted, do you have anything of the sort?", in Basic. Paul and Shen, bonded practially at the side, pass through the main concourse with nary a look to the right or the left of them. They are a couple with a mission, and if the heat of their eyes are any indication, they won't be showing their faces again any time soon. Paul_Nighman heads into the hangar. Paul_Nighman has left. Donivan looks at you for a moment. [And, as quickly as the two of them can manage, Paul and Shen hurry back to the ship...] You enter into the Captain's quarters. Captain's Quarters -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Paul_Nighman Barely willing to pull back from Paul enough to let him palm the security lock on the ship, then the door of their quarters, Shenner entwines her arms around him the moment they are in the privacy of the room, kissing him once more. There is a soft hungry sound that emits from his throat, and Paul uses every ounce of self control to not pull and tear at Shenner's dress. Pulling her along with him, he presses her down onto the bed, stroking her through the dress and moaning again, caressing her avidly and feeling his mind fill with heat and desire. The experience is almost distressing, completely transforming and possessing Paul. Inexperienced though she might be, the girl eagerly answers every touch, sailing along on a melody comprised of champagne bubbles in her blood for flutesong, Paul's caresses for sweeping guitar, and her own pulse for a drumline beneath her breast. She pulls back once from him, though, looking up and making a tiny sound of question, a hand lifting to her bodice. "Soon," he promises darkly, one hand slipping up to caress her breast while the other slips beneath the layers of skirt, exploring the satin of her thighs in comparison to the velvet covering her torso, the difference in textures burning his fingertips. His lips, teeth, and tongue kiss, nip, and lave her throat, finding refuge at the hollow there at the base. Far be it from Shen to argue. The velvet, made to slide against her with Paul's attentions, simply adds to the shivers coursing across her skin, and her own palms tingle, one tracking along his silk-clad back, the other sweeping repeatedly through his hair, wherever she can reach. The fascination with the dress on Shenner's flesh ... how it feels, how it makes her skin glow softly pale and lush, how it makes her green eyes burn through his own ... is eventually overwhelmed with the need to touch her ... all of her. There is a helpless growl pulled from the man, his mouth at her covered breast. His hands then move to pull and grasp, finding catches and hooks and closures and releasing them, stripping the peacock shades from Shen's body. Growling, as this is only half of the solution, he begins to struggle with his own clothes. "Gods, Shen ...." he moans, his desire for her burning him in a way that it had never done before. This is no simple cruise through attraction and gentle loving. This is something sharp and painful and unbelievably delicious. Wonderstruck, Shenner drinks in Paul's features, the tone of his voice, and cannot help but move to aid him in his quest to make a puddle of silk and velvet off the side of the bed. With more speed than deftness, she does her part to get vest and shirt away, and once that mission is accomplished, impulsively seizes her friend... companion... lover, fusing her mouth to his and doing her damndest to imitate his skill, to relay her own ardor. As always, Shen is an attentive pupil, and her touches and gestures, kisses and caressess fuel Paul's desire for her, whether she is aware of her growing skills or not. For the first time she elicits deep growling moans, soft hisses, sharp cries, and fevered murmurs of her name in a mixture of surprise and delight from the Corellian. Clothes are conquerored and strewn across the battlefield, Paul making good his claim to ravish the redheaded woman beneath him. Clutching desperately, Paul groans with husky need, "Shen, please, now ..." pulling her close and giving up the struggle between control and desire. Shenner by contrast is quieter in her fervor, but at Paul's plea, she nods steadily, her head nestled close to his, the nod more felt than seen. And she breathes joyfully into his nearer ear, "Yes!", even as she shifts just enough beneath him to allow him to draw even closer to her... just enough to allow her to take him in, to fuse to him far more of herself than just her lips, and to lose herself entirely in their mutual song. [End log.]