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Jedi X Family (The Corsair and Xana)

Kaydia admired the suit, and bit her lip as she pushed back fantasies of pulling his close by the lapel as her thighs gripped his. As though he were reading her thoughts, he flashed her a grin, "Although you'll probably command all the attention anyway."

"No, I am not trying to command attention!" she insisted, realizing on some level that Quentin was teasing her. Playing with her, in a way that made her feel playful as well. Still, "That's something Shadi would be going for, and I am not trying to be Shadi right now."

He flashed her a curious, and perhaps surprised look, and she explained, "Shadi is the name I used for that role, the seductress, the escort. It's the name I used with them, at least."

Something about her explanation seemed to distract him, as he picked out shoes, "Do we want to tail them after dinner to find out what suite they're in?"

"Yeah," she agreed, selecting a pair of black heels. "Or, at least you should. I still need to avoid them as much as possible, until we figure out what they know."

"But we have a few hours yet before dinner," she reminded him, checking her holochron. A few childless hours before dinner, she acknowledged privately, wondering if she should bring up the increasingly palpable sexual tension between them. "We could binge a couple episodes of Starlight. I know it's brain rot, and all that, but I am also a sucker for the Revan and Bastila Shan romance plot."
 
“That's something Shadi would be going for, and I am not trying to be Shadi right now."

He started at the name, involuntarily giving her a searching look. Coincidence? It had to be confidence, right?

“Shadi is the name I used for that role, the seductress,” she filled in, “the escort. It's the name I used with them, at least."

He hesitated, a half-formed question in his tongue. With her blonde hair, she had a strong resemblance to the woman he’d met years before. Or… did she? Maybe that was just his hormones talking. It had been… oh, about a decade, and memory was fickle. Any attractive blonde might trigger the memory.

Still, that name…

She moved on, suggesting that he be the one to tail their targets before shifting to the idea of entertainment. “I don’t actually know the show,” he admitted. “The last thing I watched like that was the Sith War trilogy. Kun, qel-Droma, Sunrider.” He smiled at the memory. “A three night stage production on Marcas II. So, sure. Let’s check it out.”

Kicking his shoes off, he flipped the holoviewer in and sat cross-legged in the bed. A chair might have been slightly more comfortable, but the viewer was positioned right in front of the bed. “Any suggestions which episode to start with? There look to be… five seasons?”
 
"Well, It depends what you're in the mood for," Kaydia suggested, stretching out to lay beside him on the bed. "If you're actually interested in the story, we will want to start from episode one, of course. However, if you'd rather just 'Holoflix and Chill' we can skip to season four. It starts with Bastila corrupted by Darth Malak, and there is some steamy tension between her and Revan, as he tries to save her."

She turned to him with a smirk, posing in a way that emphasized her curves, "Or we could talk about that kiss, and whether this fake marriage needs to be entirely fake."
 
‘Holoflix and chill’ wasn’t a phrase he was familiar with, really. But ‘steamy tension’ was, and the two and two he put together added up to roughly theee point eight and a sudden, awkward erection. One he tried to ignore by flipping season four of the program on.

As the theme music began, Kaydia rolled onto her side and stretched in a genuinely distracting manner. "Or we could talk about that kiss,” she practically purred, “and whether this fake marriage needs to be entirely fake."

Was this getting out of hand? Because it sure seemed like it was getting out of hand. “We could,” he agreed. “Although, to be honest, the marriage is entirely fake. There’s no paperwork on file anywhere.”

As he spoke, he shifted closer to Kaydia. Close enough to feel the warmth of her body, then slightly closer until he could feel her breath on his lips. “That kiss, though?”

Part of him was screaming that this was a bad idea. That they were partners, maintaining cover identities to reach a similar but not identical goals. That he needed to keep it professional, and avoid over complicating matters.

His lips brushed hers in a fleeting, teasing contact. “That was real.” He smiled. “But, back on Coruscant, you suggested we should practice more. Try to look convincing.”

He shifted, kissing her cheek. “That was a cute kiss, right? What else is there?” He made a show of thinking for a second, then kissed her lips. “The quick peck, like I might give you before heading for work.”

He shifted closer, until he could just feel her body against his. “I think I may be forgetting a few, though,” he teased, resting a hand lightly on her hip. “Any suggestions?”
 
"One or two," Kaydia agreed, gripping his shoulder with one hand. Her breasts brushed against his chest with every breath, and his erection gently prodded her hips, his arousal inflaming her own. "I mean, there is the celebratory kiss," She offered, closing in as if to demonstrate, before stopping just before his lips, "but we did do that one earlier, so I supposed we don't need to do it again."

"But there is the welcome home kiss, after you've been away at work all day." Again she closed in, parting her lips as they met his, but pulling away before tongue could get involved. "A little more passionate than the peck, but not too scandalous."

"Then there is the hungry kiss, the kind that says,'we need to get back to the room,' ASAP." Another quick kiss, but she opened her mouth invitation to his tongue, and but at his lip when she pulled away. "We could use it for an excuse, if we need to make a quick retreat in a social situation."

"And, of course, there are drunken kisses. Not that I expect you to actually get drunk, but you may have to pretend and we should be prepared for that." This time, when she went in for the kiss, it was deep, and hungry, pulling him even closer by his shirt. She moaned into the kiss, seeking his tongue, his taste, his temptation. Even when they pulled apart to breathe, the kiss didn't stop, trailing down to nibble at his throat. "If you are going for a drunken kiss, feel free to feel me up. It will help sell your inebriated state."

Finally, she pushed away, enough so that she could look into his gorgeous eyes. On the holoscreen, Revan had Bastila against a wall, lightsabers pinned over her head, as he leaned in to kiss her. "Is there anything else you want to go over?"
 
He felt his senses reeling as she asked her final question. It took him a moment to realize he should respond, as he tried to think about anything but the last few kisses. “Anything else..?”

Then he smiled a wicked, hungry smile.

“There is one more I can think of, but I’m not sure what to call it.” He pulled her close, leaning in to brush his mouth against her ear. “It starts here,” he murmured, caressing her skin with lips and breath. Then he kissed her gently, over and over again, down her earlobe and jaw.

His arms twined around her, one hand combing through her hair and the other sliding along her spine. The trail of kisses followed the arch of her throat, and then his teeth scraped her skin as he nipped along the path of her necklace.

“You taste good,” he whispered between tiny bites. Breath escaped him in a sound that hovered between a sigh and a moan, and then his lips found hers in an urgent, playful kiss.

“What should we call that kiss?”
 
Kaydia writhed under Quentin's touch, toes curling and back arching, utterly enraptured by him. Every kiss, every breath, hell, every nuzzle of his nose made her shudder and sigh. And his possessive grip, in her hair and on her back…?

Completely captive to him.

"That," she started, still trying to catch her breath and remember the game they were playing, "that is a very dangerous kiss, a seductive kiss that renders your target nigh helpless, unable to resist or fight back or even think straight." Finally, she managed to return the triumphant smirk he was giving her. "Now, I know you would never use such a kiss against me, never take advantage of my heightened, nearly intoxicated state of arousal, because if you did?" She came in close again, as she were going to kiss him again, before stopping just before his lips, her breath whispering over his skin.

"If you did, I would have to retaliate. Like so," she murmured, drawing him closer before pushing him onto his back, and climbing over him. Both hands pinned his strong, broad shoulders, fighting to keep him pinned beneath her. She straddled one leg, his erection rubbing her thigh, and she grinned madly, enjoying this moment on top, before claiming his lips in a ravenous kiss. Nails dug into his shoulders as she held him down, moaning into his mouth as she maintained control of the embrace. Her breasts molded to his chest, putting her weight into holding him down. Blonde hair spilled over her shoulder and brushed against his arms, still pinned to the mattress beneath them.

She came up, just a little bit, for air, but didn't let him go, "I hope we have an understanding here, yes?"
 
“Uhm… yes..?”

It was a nonsense response, but clear rational thought seemed to have deserted him. All he was really aware of was the lingering sense of pressure in his lips, and Kaydia’s weight on him, and the aching election straning against his trousers and her body. Really, it was something of a miracle that he’d managed the word he did.

His hands gently gripped her head, fingers curling against the back of her neck, and he drew her back down for a slow, urgent kiss. Mouth open, his tongue slid over hers as he drank her in, then thrust deeply. His thighs flexed, grinding his body against hers, and a low, hungry groan dragged itself from his throat.

“Was that a dangerous kiss as well?” he husked, his grey eyes holding her green ones. “Are you going to retaliate?” As he spoke his right hand eased its grip. Fingers pressed against her as he slowly traced her spine from the base of her neck and down, between her shoulders. As they worked lower they slowly gathered up the fabric of her blouse, baring the skin of her lower back to his touch.

“Are you?” he teased, sliding his palm up her back beneath the blouse. Fingers began working at the hooks of her bra, releasing one after the other. “What would it take to make you escalate further?”

His lips captured her bottom lip, and teeth scraped them. The final hook came loose, and he felt the increased weight of her unsupported breasts against him. “If I slowly peel your shirt away, kissing your skin has I expose you, what retaliation would I expect?”
 
Fuck, that slow, hungry kiss took Kaydia's breath away, leaving her to gasp as Quentin's hand trailed up bare skin, and began unhooking her bra. Her smart mouth now only craving his lips and tongue, more kissing, more moans. More passion. He was still playing, still toying with her, and all she wanted now was to give in.

Instead she sat up, thighs gripping his hips. Grinding herself against his erection, far more than was necessary. But damn, if they weren't wearing pants right now? She could slide down that thick cock, claim him with her dripping pussy.

The build-up is part of the fun, right?

Kaydia wasn't sure she believed that, right now. But it did give her an idea, to escalate while still teasing him. Tempting him with exactly what he wanted. Reaching under her sleeve, she pulled the bra strap out, and off her arm. Slowly, watching him watch her. After freeing her other arm, the lacy undergarment fell away. For a heartbeat or two – until she felt the twitch of his cock beneath her– she held it up before him, and tossed it away blindly.

Her top was slightly see-through. Not enough to be scandalous while she wore a bra, but enough that he could nearly make out the curves and contours of her breasts through the thin fabric. Enough that the stiff peaks of her nipples strained the blouse, signaling in no uncertain terms her deep arousal. Now, even small movements echoed across her chest– soft, yielding flesh jiggling just a little.

His hand had slid down her skin as she sat up, and still rested on her waist now. His warmth, his touch excited her, and she bit her lip as their eyes met again. Slowly, she unbutton the top button of her blouse, and the next, just hinting at the cleavage that lie beneath. Taunting him to make the next move.

"No retaliation, just escalation."
 
“Escalation, hm?” Damn if it wasn’t hard to come up with witty replies right now. Not with his attention being captured by Kaydia’s deliberate unbuttoning of her blouse. Then he grinned, struck by an idea.

Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he rested his left hand on her hip. His right reached up to undo the top button of his own shirt. As his shirt opened, he rolled his hips beneath her, enjoying the pressure of his body against his rigid shaft.

His left hand slid up her body now, barely brushing the fabric of her blouse as he traced her contours. His finger traced down the exposed skin of her chest, then caught her next button. He undid his own second button at the same time, watching her eyes as both shirts opened more.

“Escalation,” he husked, letting his palm just brush the upper curve of her breast. “Your move.”
 
The pressure of his cock against her made it hard for Kaydia to think of anything but riding him Fucking herself on that deliciously thick shaft until she got off, or until he begged to get off. And now, with the smooth planes of his pecs peeking out from his unbuttoned shirt, she wanted him even more. But was giving into lust losing, at this point? How much of a loss would it be, really?

Her hand brushed against his as she worked open the buttons. Another couple buttons, and her breasts strained her blouse, barely contained by the thin fabric. Not that is stopped her from leaning into Quentin, nearly exposing herself as she claimed another kiss, lips and teeth trailing down his throat to savor his exposed skin. His salty sweat intoxicated her, and she wanted needed more. She found the next button with her teeth, and held his gaze as she delicately opened it. A fun way to do it, but completely inefficient, so she stuck with biting at his chest while her fingers finished off the rest. Now that his shirt merely hung on his shoulders, she sat back up, and brushed her hair back behind her head.

He twitched beneath her, and Kaydia moaned in response. Head thrown back, she undid another button, leaving her top barely hanging on by a single strained fastening. To further tempt Quentin, she moved his hand to the last button, and bore into his crystal blue eyes. "Are you going to take what you want? Or just lay back and take it while I do?"
 
As turned on as he was, he was still surprised by the surge of lust that coursed through him as Kaydia guided his hand to the last button in her blouse. Fuck, he just wanted to pin her beneath him and lose himself in her. But there was something in her challenging gaze that made him restrain himself.

Mostly.

“Take?” he husked, holding her button between thumb and ring finger. “Who said anything about taking?” He smiled up at her, allowing his pointer and index fingers to trace the smooth planes of her stomach and the gentle well of her navel. “I want you to beg me, Kaydia.” He rolled his hips, biting his lip at the pressure of her body against his. “I want you to offer me what I want, and beg me to claim it.”

The button came loose, baring her body to his gaze while providing an exquisite mockery of modesty. He flattened his palms in her stomach and slowly caressed his way upwards over her ribs, enjoying the sweet, subtle friction of skin on skin. The witch light of hyperspace streamed over her, casting her body in intricate pattens of silver and shadow.

“What do you want?” he husked, gently cupping her breasts. Thumbs traced her aeroleas, teasingly avoiding her erect nipples. “Beg me, and I’ll do it.”
 
"Quentin…" Kaydia moaned, anticipation aching in the pit of her stomach. "I… I want you…" Not much of a confession, not while she sat on his lap, grinding against his erection with her top nearly off. Not much of a confession, and yet her skin flushed a rosy hue. "I, I mean, I want you. Want you to touch me, taste me… Kiss me, all over…" His thumb nearly brushed against her throbbing nipples, and she cried out in need.

Shifting her shoulders, her blouse fell away, baring her breasts in all their glory. Still, she demanded his gaze, boring into his eyes with mounting need. Leaning in, she let her words ghost over his face, "I want you, Quentin. Please…" The next "please" was swallowed up by his lips, passing along her lust in hungry kisses. Now her firm breasts molded to his body, the warmth of skin on skin melting away the last of her cares.

"Please, Quentin," she murmured between kisses, planting her pleas onto the skin of his throat and shoulders in between kisses. "Please, lay claim to me."
 
He arched beneath her, grinding himself into her and offering more of his throat to her lips. Who was begging who, he wondered as a desperate groan of desire escaped him. And why the fuck hadn’t he thought to get their pants off first?

One hand between her shoulders, the other gripping her ass, he rolled them both over. As he came to rest atop her he kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep into the heat of her mouth. “I will,” he rasped, before claiming her lips once more. “I will.”

He trailed a lightly stinging path of kisses and nips down her throat and over the curve of her breast. “You taste good,” he husked as his tongue caressed her nipple. “So fucking good.” Then he took the erect flesh into his mouth, alternating between sucking and teasing.

Pushing himself up onto his knees, he slid his right hand from her ass up and between them. He found the fastenings of her pants, fumbling momentarily before opening them. Then he abandoned her breast to sit up and then stand up, peeling the cloth down her hips and lugs before tossing them aside.

For a moment he stood, drinking in the sight of her bare body as the silver and shadow witchlight of hyperspace danced over her. Then he licked his lips. “I might,” he said with a hungry smile, “need help with my pants.”
 
Crawling across the bed like a large, predatory cat, Kaydia met Quentin by the edge, and held his eyes while she groped at his pants. "And I can see why," she teased, stroking his cock through the fabric, "this must be so hard for you."

"So very hard," she repeated in a purr, voice barely audible over the thrum of the zipper. His cock burst forth to meet her, betraying his cool, collected demeanor. No matter how he acted, here was the throbbing proof of his desire, his hunger for her. Still holding his gaze, she brushed soft lips against it, hot breath caressing his skin. In another moment, when she weren't so driven by maddening heat at her core, it could be fun to tease and taunt him, to see how well his Jedi training withstood her cock sucking skills.

"Damn," she murmured, letting the word vibrate along his length, "This cock would be wasted on a celibate Jedi. Lucky me that you're willing to bend your vows, hmm?" A single droplet of precum beaded at the head of his cock, and caught the shimmering light, glittering like a beacon she could not deny. One teasingly slow, long lick lapped at the globule, letting the fantasy of her lips wrapped around his head permeate his thoughts.

But Kaydia pulled away before she could do more, stroking her own thighs as she lay back down on the bed. "I'm so wet, imagining you fucking me with that thick cock. So hot and wet…" She demonstrated, legs spreads and fingers trailing over her slick pussy lips. Opening herself just a little, and rubbing her pulsing clit. One slim finger slipped inside herself, eager walls swallowing the digit whole. "I wanted you since that first night…"
 
“I wanted you, too,” Quentin confessed, stretching out beside her. His hand ghosted over her arm and across her stomach. “You were so fucking sexy when I met you.” His finger joined hers, and he groaned as he felt her slick heat on his skin. “So…”

In the distance, he heard the shower turn on.

Shit! Panic surged through him. Had Mara returned early? Sex was nothing to be ashamed of, but this wasn’t an ideal way to introduce the concept to a seven-year-old! He scrabbled, trying to grab the covers and pull them over their bodies before…

…before…

Quentin blinked awake, staring at the hyperspace-illuminated ceiling of the dark bedroom, confused and aroused and hard as a fucking rock. What had happened? Had he, had they..?

It took no effort to confirm that, except for his jacket and boots, he was fully clothed. Kaydia wasn’t even in the bed with him. Presumably, from the sound of running water coming from the fresher, that was where she was. A thought that made him imagine her in the shower, which made his iron bar of an erection throb painfully.

With an effort of will he shoved the thought aside. A dream? Was any of it real? He had kissed her, he remembered that much (and the memory of her lips made his shaft ache). But… uncomfortable with the idea that he might be taking advantage, he’d played it off with a lame joke and an idle discussion of possible strategies before dozing off to the hottest dream he’d had in nearly a decade.

And Kaydia was just in there, the water reminded him. Slick and wet and nude. He could just…

Fuck, he thought as his cock throbbed again. This is not going to just go away.

After a moment’s indecision, he climbed out of bed and headed for the door. He’d just go get a quick shower himself, in the less elaborate fresher attached to Mara’s room. And take care of himself when he did.
 
Quentin's finger joined hers inside her, stretching her sensitive slit deliciously. The pressure drove her mad, a tantalizing preview of how it would feel to take his cock. Kaydia sank into that bliss, the warmth of his embrace and touch and…

…gasped as her heated skin came into contact with cool shower wall.

The shock brought Kaydia out of her fantasy. That's right, they weren't in bed together, not on the precipice of giving into lust. No, she was alone, in the bathroom, grabbing a shower to get ready for dinner, and this evening. Somehow, she'd lost herself to the fantasy, wanting to believe it it because almost real, in her mind.

But it would remain a fantasy. Quentin had made a joke about kissing her, a joke that confirmed it was a bad idea. He didn't want to mix sex with their mission, didn't want to risk all of their safety for something so… so needless.

With a sigh, she turned on the shower. She'd been a fool.

He was right, of course. She knew precisely how much sex could interfere with their mission, and cloud their judgement. It was exactly why she'd used it so much in her own missions. But she was going to have to do something. Repressing her sexual desires could be just as distracting. She let herself live in the fantasy a little longer. Quentin leaning over her, kissing her as his finger worked deeper inside her.

Another finger, filling her cunt with pleasure, planting hungering kisses down her throat. Fuck, she could nearly feel him, the heat of the shower transforming into the heat of his body atop her, positioning himself between her legs. For one heartbeat and another, he stared down at her, her building anticipation heavy in her depths, until finally, he thrust forth, and completed her.

Her back arched, in the fantasy and in reality, ecstasy pulsing along her nerves and gripping her own fingers. Breathy gasps escaped in a strangled, staccato rhythm, trying not to scream out her rapture while Quentin rested in the room beside her. But her knees went weak, and it took several moment to catch her breath again. Damn, she really needed that.

With a pleased chuckle, Kaydia finished cleaning herself off, and got dressed for dinner.
 
“So,” Quentin said as he returned to the bedroom. “What… I mean, we should go se what our targets are up to.”

He was wearing his slacks, but was shirtless and barefoot, and he was trying hard to avoid what he’d almost said: what do you want to do? Because he knew his own answer to that question was to pick up where the dream had left off. “Get a sense of their movements, while Mara’s having her sleepover.” He made a show of picking out a new shirt, then settled in a black long-sleeved pullover that went well with his grey pants.

“Maybe it would be easiest to tail them from dinner?” he suggested as he pulled it on. “You know them. Any idea which of the dining establishments on this ship they’d probably go to?”

Tucking his shirt in, he glanced at his bedside table and hesitated. His hand itched with the impulse to collect his saber and try to conceal it on his person; what they were going to do could be dangerous, and Vijek Orso had given him a strong distaste of being unarmed in a potentially dangerous situation. Or ever, really. Mandalorians we’re like that.

But the saber would be a bad idea.

Instead, he opened a compartment in the bottom of his deodorant and removed several thin slips of metal. “Slicer probes,” he explained, glancing at Kaydia as he tucked them into a discrete compartment in his wallet. “Just the thing for getting a door open, once we find the right suite.”
 
After taking care of herself in the shower, Kaydia was sure she was ready to focus on the mission, no distractions. Until a distraction walked into the bedroom, shirtless and smelling of soap. Out of her mind went the planning and caution, now –again– filled with fantasies of Quentin, and how that chest would feel, pinning her against the wall or under him on the bed. So consumed in this fantasy, she didn't even hear his first question, and barely caught the end of his second.

"Dining… yes, right, I uh, prepared, actually," she tried explaining, aware she didn't sound particularly prepared. Scrambling for her data pad, she swiped through her tabs. "I made a list, from most likely to visit to least likely, for us to check out. Since we saw them in the same grand Salon as us, they should be nearby."

Quentin didn't seem to notice her edginess. No, he seemed focused on his end table. The saber inside it, most likely. Before she could stop herself, she placed her hand on his shoulder, "You aren't going to need it. They wouldn't attack us."

Instead he packed slicer probes, and she approved of this decision, even if she was vaguely curious what a Jedi would need with such tools. Maybe someday she'd get the truth out of him.

But lies were the theme for tonight, and they had their parts to play. They walked arm in arm through the ship, making small talk and flirting coyly, while Kaydia tried not to let the reality of her attraction to Quentin bleed into the performance of her attraction to Quentin. She tried to focus her mind on the task at hand, but every so often she'd get a whiff of his cologne and had to suppress an aroused shudder.

Fortunately, they located their targets at the second restaurant they visited, a spirited spot with a live band and packed bar. Sitting with her back to her targets felt alien to Kaydia, but in this case, it was the right move. She didn't want them to get a good look at her, after all. But it meant she had to rely on Quentin to watch them. He was certainly capable, no doubt, but she'd never had a partner in her missions before. Never had someone to rely on before.

It was almost nice.

Brushing the though away with a loose strand of hair, Kaydia smiled at Quentin over her menu. "So many options. Anything look good to you, Dear?"
 
“Yes,” Quentin replied, before realizing he was staring at Kaydia and hadn’t even looked at the menu. Memories of his dream and of the intensely erotic images he’d conjured as he took care of himself in the shower brought a quick surge of blood to his cheeks and crotch.

Damnit! He didn’t need this right now! The last thing he needed while trying to get Mara and himself and Kaydia to safety was ‘emotional entanglements’. And he was dangerously close to losing himself in her emerald eyes…

With an effort, he made himself look at the menu. “Blessedly free of themed food,” he said, skimming over the options. “This looks good,” he said, “maarl quick-fried noodles with lemish sauce and steamed toklroot." He smiled at a memory. “I’ve always enjoyed maarl cuisine.”

Glancing up, he peered past Kaydia’s shoulder while keeping his face pointed at hers. Their target sat with his back to them, and his… wife? Mistress? Partner? The Zeltron woman was laughing at something that had just been said. “I don’t think we’ve attracted any notice…”

As he said it, the Zeltron happened to look their way. For an instant his eyes met hers, and she lifted a manicured eyebrow as he shifted his focus back to Kaydia. “What about you?” he asked. “Anything strike your fancy?”
 
Quentin was good at this type of subterfuge. He even had her convinced that she was all that occupied his attention, what with the way his eyes never left her. Just like her fantasy, holding his gaze until he penetrated her…

"Mmh, Bivoli Tempari," she cooed, tearing her thoughts away from the distracting dreams. That just lead her to drowning in his eyes, "It's my favorite." But even her favorite dish couldn't sate the hunger that coiled at her core. But that hunger fed her performance, giggling at Quentin's jokes and hanging on his every word.

After dinner their targets moved to the dance floor, and they had no choice but to follow them, of course. "Why, I don't think we've danced together since our wedding. I think you owe a twirl on the dance floor."
 
An instant of heart-stopping terror surged through him at her request. Well, all right, ‘heart-stopping terror’ might be overselling it. But still…. “Dance?” he echoed. “I… uhm… I have no idea how to dance!”

Still, he didn’t resist as she took his hand and only slightly dragged him out into the dance floor. Watching the other couples on the floor, he tried to mimic their steps and movements as Kaydia stepped into his arms. “Seriously,” he repeated, legs moving as if he were working through a new sword form, “I don’t know what I’m doing here.”

It was… nice, though. Doubts about the activity aside, the music was pleasant and his partner extremely pleasant, and he started to lose himself in the rhythm. Right until he stepped on a foot and stumbled. “Sorry,” he said. “Are you all right?”

“Might I cut in?”

Shit! The questioner was their target, flanked by his slightly amused Zeltron partner. She held a hand over her mouth, concealing the laughter that glittered in her eyes. Then she offered Quentin her hand. “If you don’t mind,” she smiled. “I’ll need a partner as well.”
 
"Follow my lead," Kaydia invited, twinning her fingers with his as a new song started. His awkwardness on the dancefloor was endearing –her Jedi Master was human after all. Staring into his gorgeous eyes, she opened her mind to him, sending him the steps of the dance through the force, allowing him to feel the movement through her muscles.

It didn't take long for him to find his rhythm, a victory Kaydia took smug pride in. They moved well together, in tune with each other's bodies and responsive to their desires. So well, her thoughts turned back towards fantasies again, remembering her earlier daydream. Nearly revealing her daydream to him, once she remembered she'd opened her mind to him. With a huff, she pulled her thoughts away from his, enough to shield the visions but not enough to hide the waves of lust that coursed through her.

That must have caught him off guard, enough that he stepped on her foot and stumbled. "Sorry," he said. "Are you all right?"

Kaydia collected herself against his chest, "I'm fine, I–"

"Might I cut in?"

Kaydia couldn't finish her thought before their target stood before them, offering her his hand. She searched for an excuse to say no, but failed to find anything after a moment or two. Maybe this was a chance to figure out if he had recognized her. But as she took his hand, she noticed the Zeltron offer Quentin her own, and she couldn't restrain the spike of jealousy that rose in her. Which was ridiculous. Quentin wasn't her husband, and she had no claim to him. Besides, he knew how important this masquerade was, and he wouldn't risk that on a stunning Zeltron, right?

She hoped so.

Forcing a smile, she turned to her new partner, Jinn Batadi. The years had been kind to him, still a handsome man with distinguished lines around his eyes. And the memories he brought up weren't unpleasant, the first exploration of her sexuality, a part of herself she'd long repressed at the temple. Suddenly that pent up desire felt familiar, as she tried not to end up tangled with her new partner.

"I don't believe we've been introduced," she said, feeling out his emotions in the force. Trying to determine if he had recognized her. "Kaydia Halland."

"Kaydia, hmmm," He repeated, his hand gripping her hip, just a bit. "No, never met a Kaydia before." But his eyes seemed to be searching her, seeking something he couldn't put to words. "Thought you might have looked familiar."

"Have you watched many Naboon holodramas?" she offered, following his movements as the song sped up.

He nodded, "A few, I suppose."

"I had a bit part on The Charmed Apple, playing Eriette. I got killed off half way through my second episode, because I didn't let the director feel me up. It's when I realized that acting wasn't for me." He joined her in laughing, before twirling her out before him.

"Well, it's a pleasure to share a dance with a true thespian. Jinn Batadi, an appreciator of the fine arts."
 
The Force connection helped with the dancing, making it easier to follow the steps as Kaydia guided him through the dance. That same connection also sent desire thrilling through his veins, and left him startled by a fleeting revelation before she could fully guard her thoughts.

What they’d started earlier… she hadn’t seen it as an imposition. She’d wanted it. Wanted him.

The realization made him miss a step, bringing his foot down on hers and causing him to stumble. “Sorry," he said. "Are you all right?"

She leaned into his chest to catch her own balance. “I'm fine, I–" she said at the same time as he said “I was an-“. And then both of them were interrupted by their targets, with Jinn Batadi asking to cut in. It took all his training to resist the urge to punch the man’s face in. But they were playing roles now. So he stepped aside and took the Zeltron’s hand instead.

“I must warn you,” Quentin warned as the woman slithered into his arms, “I’m a terrible dancer.”

She laughed at that. “I’ll tell you a secret. Nearly everyone is.”

“Really?” Quentin considered that, watching Kaydia as er the woman’s shoulder. “I’ve seen a number of excellent dancers.”

“On holovid, on stage, or in person?” she countered with a smile.

“On stage,” he admitted.

“That hardly counts,” she laughed. “I’ve also seen a number of excellent koph players, but most people aren’t at that competitive level.” She leaned into him, arching her body as she did.

“An excellent point,” he admitted, trying to ignore the way her pheromones mingled with the arousal he’d picked up from Kaydia.

“Ah,” she continued, “but we haven’t even been introduced yet.” She nestled into him, breath warm against his neck. “Nhyreis Zohar.”

“Quentin Halland,” he replied. “A pleasure.”

“Oh,” she whispered. “I certainly hope so.”
 
"Should I be worried?"

The question pulled Kaydia back to the dance, away from following Quentin with her eyes. "I'm sorry?"

"Is your husband the jealous type?" They spun together for a rotation before he spun her out the other way. "Should I be worried?"

"My husband, the jealous type? Quentin?" Kaydia repeated his question back to him, to buy herself some time. They hadn't established that dynamic of their "relationship," and she didn't want to say the wrong thing. But after a heartbeat she reasoned that, with his Jedi background, he wouldn't be the possessive type. Attachments were forbidden, after all. With a fond chuckle, she shook her head, "No, he's not jealous."

"Ah, so is it you?" Jinn teased, smile lines creased playfully. Despite herself, she glanced over to Quentin again.

"I don't know that I am jealous," she started, aware of the genuine flush that crawled up her face. "But the relationship is still new, exciting. Addicting…" Once more she glanced towards her partner.

Batadi laughed. "Well, maybe we can still talk one of you into sharing. Maybe over a few drinks in our suite?"

It took Kaydia another beat to piece together his meaning, another beat for her cheeks to burn even hotter. All that planning on how to sneak into their room, and they were being invited in! All it would cost her was fucking a couple she'd already fucked.

Or watching Quentin fuck Nhyreis, a thought that curdled in her gut. Clearing her throat, she found her voice, "I don't know that my husband is that adventurous." Still, this was hardly a chance they could afford to pass up. So Kaydia opened her mind to Quentin once more, and let her thoughts flow to his. They want to invite us to their suite. I am not sure we could ask for a better opportunity.
 
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