Drifting (Bax) - Space, Near Mon Calamari

Kara's follow up to his own was almost uncomfortably candid coming from her, letting a brief moment of weakness be known, but to him there was an underlying subtext to her admission. The addition of the word 'True' was quite telling for the kind of partnerships she was used to normally. The fact the junker had been posed to accept likely the same terms when he first offered her a ride made him feel a little sick.

Bax really wanted to fuck Kara. Yet, deep down it wouldn't sit right with him doing it this way. He did in fact have a conscience.

"I'm kind of nervous myself...I won't let you down." The junker stated, not caring how corny or cliche it sounded. After clearing his voice Bax stared deep into Kara's eyes once more befof speaking.

"Listen...during our partnership please tell me if you're uncomfortable with any plans or arrangements. I'm not going to pressure you into anything you don't want to do, so just mention if something rubs you the wrong way. I want things to work out, but more importantly, I want us both to enjoy the journey."

If there had been a second Bax standing in front of the one who probably just said one of the most naive, corny lines of his life, the first one would've gotten kicked in the nuts over it. The Junker was a staunch pessimist in most instants, so hoping things would work out during their journey rang semi hypocritical in his ears.

Traveling with Kara would be nice while it lasted, but between the two it seemed like trouble would find a way to rear its ugly head sometime during all this.

"Yeah, I could due with a trip to Pantolomin, a few million credits to burn or not." Bax replied with a light chuckle, while kneeling to replace the wine in its cabinet. "You should have plenty of time to stretch your legs before I pick you up to head for New Cov."

"Going to the sleeping quarters for a sec. Need to get out of this suit. You can look around the ship if you want, or do whatever." The junker stated once he returned to standing, before heading towards a powered door a few feet down from the fresher.

Bax had never felt self conscious about his housekeeping practices, or lack there of, until he now took a good long look and the crew room leading up to the Captain's quarters. Obviously, he hadn't had to use them for their intended use since he'd bought the ship, but instead he'd been using them as combination trash cans and a closets. Three of the four had stacks of old containers with a faint stench to accompany them, and the last was just as smelly but from the piles of dirty laundry instead of rotting food.

On the way down the hallway the junker grimaced as he stuck his head in each one to turn on the fan and shut the door tightly. His room wasn't exactly better, but the bed against the wall was big enough to kick the worse of the garbage and dirty clothes underneath it. After slipping off his space suit he actually took the time to hang it up within his cluttered closet next to the spare, instead of across his seldom used desk and chair like normal.

Still not 100% sure if he was getting laid that night Bax just slipped on a frayed shirt advertising a nunaball team and some simple lounge pants. Before heading back to the main deck he killed a can of deodorizing spray going over the room. The way he figured, even if Kara didn't want to jump his bones she needed somewhere to sleep, and his room was the best option. He'd sleep in the captain's chair if she didn't want to share.

Bax was thinking about how to explain about there being only one bed without sounding convinently sleazy, before he opened the door to find his new partner bare ass naked. The Junker tried to play off the genuine shock and surprise of seeing Kara like this out of the blue, but his eyes betrayed him as he walked closer with them glued to her curves.

"Uh, not that I'm complaining, but I didn't think we were still gonna do this." Bax admitted with a light chuckle as he closed the distance even further. Standing toe to toe with each other he stared into her eyes with a devious smile, still didn't touch her yet. Instead, he spoke up with a simple question he had to know. "Kara, do you actually want to fuck me, or is this your way of trying to seal our partnership?"

Being this close to his perfect outcome for the evening Bax maintained a smile, but during the course of listening to Kara it shifted several times. As soon as his togruta friend gave her honest opinion it had spread from ear to ear, then swelled while trying not to let out a chicken and wine laced laugh, and finally it settled on just antruly amused.

The truth to her jab was hilarious in more than a few ways, yet it was the way she basically hand waved his blunt question that nearly had him rolling.

This seemed like the second time Kara had disregarded something he'd honestly asked, and had gone on like he hadn't said anything at all. Ironically, it was only the less morally ambiguous stuff that went unanswered. Bax didn't want his partner basically whoring herself out to him just for all his help.

At his core The Junker was a rough, shaggy, and often smelly bum out looking for a good time and a quick credit across the stars, but even he had a conscience. At least a tiny one for sure.

Heeding Kara's advice, and hoping to regain some points at least in the funny category, Bax decided to remove his shirt as asked. However, he did it in a manner to show off the advantage of wearing tattered clothes.

Sliding his fingers into two small gashes on front of his nunaball shirt, the junker yanked on both ends hard and the shirt spilt in two along the center with a loud rendering of fabric. Bax wasted no time pulling the remains off and tossing them aside.

"Better~?" He asked in a playfully condensing way, still with a smile, before crossing his arms over the thin, yet well toned muscles covering his torso.

Bax instantly forgave Kara for all the questions she'd managed to dodge, or outright ignore, after their lips finally met in a wordless response to his rending of the ratty shirt. Sliding one arm across her back, and the other around her waist, he quickly pulled her into an even deeper kiss, hoping to get his tongue into play.

After mapping Kara's succulent lips with a few flicks of his tongue, Bax plunged it past them to explore the inside of her mouth with obvious enthusiasm. However, after accidentally jabbing the tip against on of her numerous pointed teeth, he calmed his expedition down a great deal.

After enjoying having their tongues interlocked for a sublime few minutes, Bax literally swept Kara off of her feet, like a blushing bride, and started carrying her towards the crew quarters. She was a little heavier than he'd expected, after not taking into account great breast or ass, but persevered before opening the outer door with a gentle touch of her baby toe to the button.

To not risk dropping her due to a careless trip or something, Bax regrettably broke off their kiss just so he could see where he was going down the hallway. Another press of her toe to a button opened the Captain's counters to them, and within a moment the junker laid his partner down onto the mattress with a wide grin.

Without any banter or ceremony, Bax went to let his pants done, but his swelled member held them up rather tightly. Without missing a beat he manually pulled them down the rest of the way, before climbing on top of the bed with Kara. The junker wasn't gifted enough to be an erotic holostar, but felt confident the togruta would enjoy the ride just the same.

A single clap of Bax's hands shut off the over head glow rods, sending the room into darkness besides an illuminated fishless fishtank on his desk, then he rolled over to pick up their fun where he left off.

Under normal circumstances it took something as loud and obnoxious as a proximity alarm to rouse Bax from sleep before he was ready, but today it was accomplished by a slight aroma of cooking meat. The junker's heavy lids fluttered before finally opening to investigate the source of the strange occurrence.

Bax rolled over sluggishly to see if his togruta friend was still there, yet found her previous spot vacant. For a few curious seconds, he wondered if their encounter had been nothing but an elaborate wet dream, but a quick sniff of his fingers proved otherwise. The delightful smell coming from further in the ship couldn't mask the pungent stank of stale sex.

With that confirmed Bax slowly sat up with a long yawn, before shifting to a weak smirk and sliding out of bed. Within a few short shuffles across the room he found his discarded pants, and at the risk of Kara complaining about his fashion sense again, as well as another faded logo shirt.

Shuffles eventually became steady steps, as the junker made his way down the crew quarters towards the door to the cargo area. Before he even pressed the release switch, the promising smell of freshly cooked meat was nearly overpowering.

"Hey." Was all Bax casually said as he finally entered, to find his partner in the midst of working over by the kitchen unit. "Something smells good..."

Bax really didn't like the sound of Kara dropping "of a kind" into her explanation, but also couldn't be bother to fully care at the moment. Hunger had a way of pushing away his normally cautious and skeptical nature. Determining the nature of the meal he was being fed could wait until he'd eaten his fill already.

"Alright." The junker stated bluntly, before reaching out to pick up one of the mystery meat kebabs. Leaning back against the nearest counter, Bax began slowly devouring it after a congratulatory nods towards the provider of the feast.

It wasn't until after he laid down the now empty spit, and immediately went for another, that he decided to raise a question that had been floating in the air.

"So, I realize it's too late for me to complain or object to whatever it was I just ate, but mind telling me what was in the kebab?" Bax asked, while simultaneously showing the answer was basically superfluous to his dining experience, by taking a huge bite out of the next one.