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Post by The Conman on Mar 16, 2016 1:00:41 GMT -5
Donnie parted ways with Var at the ship, the two splitting up to cover more ground. Where Var had The Force and her wits, Donnie had a pair of F-cup breasts, a pretty face, and a body for porn. Their strategies couldn't have been more different. Her wife's was to go in, use the force to persuade the guards to go do something else, then plug into the data port. Donnie's was to go in, and use her charm and body to distract the guards into letting her into the booth, perhaps give a blajouski or two, and while doing that, plug in.
The whole plan was simple enough, really, she thought. The pair would play to their individual strengths and it'd work out in the end.
To facilitate this plan, the woman had to ditch her usual attire and don something quite a bit more...slutty...than she'd typically wear. The woman was wearing one of Var's white tanktops. On her wife, these were somewhat tight, on Donnie, it was basically a sports bra, the thing straining to contain her prodigious bust, and doing very little to hide what was under it. Donnie, being a "brown girl", was endowed with large, dark nipples, which were prominently on display beneath the top, her gold barbel piercings, one through each nipple, easily discerned through the tightly stretched material. She'd put a light blue shirt over the top, and tied it into a knot just below the twins, showing off her taught tummy and pierced bellybutton. Typically, among Boska, she wouldn't do this to attract a male, she had a traditional tattoo around her bellybutton that signified she'd had a child.
Moving further south, Donnie was wearing a pair of brown cargo shorts that barely covered her backside and not much else, showing off her ( in her mind ) fantastic legs to the world. There were a pair of straps visible over her hips that dove back down behind the pants as they made their way forward, obviously for her underwear. The woman was wearing her utility belt of "many things", as well as a not typical arrangement for her weapons, a pair of drop-leg holsters, each holding a knock-off DL-18. On her feet, Donnie wore a pair of dark brown, well worn, boots.
To finish things off, she'd donned a pair of green lensed, gold aviator-style sunglasses, and put a red plaid kerchief on her head, wrapped below her lekku, keeping them behind her back and out of the way.
As the woman walked towards the spaceport she'd been assigned too, she could feel the looks on her body, which was the outfit's intention. Her idea was to simply be such a distraction as to turn off every male in a one mile radius's ability to think critically. Typically, she was pretty successful at that when she wanted to be. So far, her plan seemed to be going off without a hitch. The warm air was refreshing, to boot...Donnie was even considering making the outfit part of her repertoire...though she'd need to get a better fitting pair of shorts. The ones she was currently wearing were digging into her thighs...they were from her pre-baby days when she was a good deal thinner and narrower-hipped.
The woman confidently walked upto the security counter, seeing it staffed by a sleeping Zeltron with his feet up on the desk ( he'd be easy, went through Donnie's head, Zeltrons were always down for a shag ), and a well built, well groomed, human. He had a cop-stash, his shirt was rolled up to his biceps, and unbuttoned down to his chest, letting some of the hair poof out. Due to the heat, he was sweating a bit, but so far, Donnie figured she'd be able to get the guy to do what she wanted. He looked...off...to her, his pants being somewhat tighter...and...did she see leather?
The woman couldn't be sure.
She stopped at the counter, her face bearing a sweet and sultry look she'd nearly patented years ago.
"Hi there-" Donnie said in her accented voice, leaning over on the counter, arms elbows in to push her cleevage together and forward.
"I am needings...of help, for to ze, ah...findings of..." Donnie made her basic somewhat worse than it actually was, adding accentuation where it wasn't typically, and feigening nervousness, looking down at the desk for a moment, then back to the somewhat perplexed looking guard.
"...Naked club? I voul be in great thanks for findings of?" Donnie added, with a bright smile.
The guard stood up, Donnie checked off in her mind, they were indeed leather pants, and eyed her and shook his head. Then, in a turn the Twi'lek wouldn't have seen coming in a million years, spoke words she'd never thought she'd hear.
"Aww, girlfriend, wearin' all that, after labor day? You gotta get with it here, hon, this ain't some outer-rim shithole...an what's with-" He stopped for a moment, holding his arms together, as if he was trying to force a pair of boobs he didn't have up more. Donnie got the point.
"-All this, sweetie? You ain't foolin' noone, and I ain't comin' outta here to show you nuttin!". He finished, in perhaps the gayest tone Donnie had heard this side of her half-sister's boyfriend, Tee.
The woman, completely and utterly lost, having been, for the first time in her life rebuffed by a male for reasons other than being too drunk or being married, stood up with a blank look on her face for a good few seconds.
"Aww, dukes, honey, I didn't mean t'hurt yer feelins, I just don't play fo-" The man explained, being cutoff by his Zeltron co-worker.
"I DON'T, HE'S A FA-" There was a wet "smack" as the guard Donnie was speaking too belted the man across the face with the back of his hand.
"GERRY, I DUN TELT YOU 'BOUT THAT WERD, YOU BACKWATER BITCH!" He yelled at his co-worker, the Zeltron holding his hand upto his ear, mimicing a comm with his thumb and pinkie, mouthing "call me", before exiting into the office portion of the guard station, through a door in the booth.
"Sorry about that there, he's a unwashed biggot." The fabulous guard explained.
"Uh...thanks for your time..." Donnie said, in a somewhat absentminded way, her normal accent coloring her speech as she, looking straight ahead, still stunned and confused, turned around and walked purposefully out of the establishment.
After a moment or two, the Twi'lek found herself in a bar next-door to the spaceport, standing drinking a cocktail that had enough fruit poking out of it to cure the entire fleet of scurvy.
Twice.
She gulped it down through the straw as fast as she could, trying to piece together what to do next, still lost.
"Nobody's that gay..." Donnie thought, in a somewhat narcissistic way. It'd been years since she'd been shot down like that, and she'd forgotten how to even roll out of it, let alone deal with it rationally. Her instinctual response was, as usual, to get a drink or four into her so she could mellow out and think about it. The Twi'lek signaled for another, the bartender came over, and asked her what she'd like.
"Something strong..." Donnie said, her accented voice catching the bartender's attention, who looked at her Quizzaciously, probably thinking something about how this girl couldn't hold her liquor and would be tossing it on the floor.
"Gimmie...a Steamed Asshole." Donnie asked, dropping a credit chit onto the Bar, not looking at the Bartender, but at her comm...or...more precisely, Jada's, Donnie had lent Var hers, and she'd borrowed Jada's. The woman popped open the "contacts", and smirked.
There were two saved contacts. One was "ship" the other was "help". With a titter, Donnie added herself and Var, then dialed Var's number, the Comm ringing through.
"Hey, Hon...uh...so...Thanks, that's great, anywho, yeah, no-go on the guard-o, uhhh...guy's gayer...fuck you I can say what I want, it's a free Galaxy, asshole...sorry, GAYER, yeah, than a three credit-chit. We gotta regroup and figure this out." She explained, having a side conversation with a nearby patron who didn't take to kindly to her calling somebody gay.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Mar 16, 2016 1:32:29 GMT -5
"-and so you can see Mistress, Vandelhelm has a high number of fine metal artisans. Indeed the Museum of Brazing and Soldering possesses many examples of quality workmanship. Or if Mistress is more interested in the artistic usages, might I suggest the Vandelhelm Metallurgical Art Museum? Admission is quite reasonable, one of the goals of founder Gee Vin Artri, who was a leading citizen around the Ruusan Reformation, leaving an endowment that still finances study for numerous art students and..."
Var's sapphire eyes were largely glazed over. The droid simply didn't stop.
She held up a hand and it stopped, mercifully. She rejoiced inwardly and decided to press her luck.
"I don't suppose you could humor me, I've never actually seen the inside of one of these offices..."
The droid, if it was possible for something with fixed eyepieces, seemed to widen them and boggle. Imminent failure was hanging in the air like sexual tension between two teenagers.
"Such action is directly counterindicated by operations manuals and civil code section 1132~B, subsection C, point 1, and-"
Var winced. She was starting to feel about angry enough to try frying the stupid droid, but even if she did manage that feat, the result was what? A bunch of horrible attention to follow and far too high a profile. She might as well pull out her old lightsaber and swing it about while yelling 'I AM A JEDI' to passers-by. No, that was stupid, even asking was stupid.
"Sorry," She apologized, and backed out the doorway and into the street. She gave the nearest wall a firm kick and grunted. It wasn't her most ladylike, but then again... Well, she cleaned up nice. But a lot of the time she didn't bother. Playing Mom had taken a lot out of her. Though admittedly she frequently felt more like dad, trying to read in the morning at the breakfast table, looking reproachfully at Niri stealing her brother's food. It was a hassle and she had to admit to feeling suddenly rather tired.
Var noticed her commlink chiming and answered it. It was the other half.
Apparently she wasn't the only one to have endeavors go awry. She smirked during the side-conversation at the sheer irony of the image. Donnie didn't go halfway when she wanted to seduce. If she wanted it, people started looking around for a camera on the assumption pornography was being filmed. It was definitely the dress and body she possessed, and to have a run-in with someone, well, THAT gay. It was like a Mon Calamari winning a trip to a desert planet. Though, suddenly, Var had the annoyed feeling of being unable to name any desert planets people wanted to visit.
That feeling quickly faded though, replaced by the electric sensation of a really, deeply, and truly GOOD idea.
"Meet me back at the ship Donnie, I have a plan."
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Post by The Conman on Mar 16, 2016 2:08:21 GMT -5
Donnie felt like a weight had been taken off her shoulders. It was Var's turn to calm her down, and the notion she had a plan was like music to her ears. The Twi'lek took a deep breath, and let it out. Hopefully Var was onto something, she was out of ideas.
"Alright, thanks hon, I'll meet you there, I'm on my way, see yah in a bit." Donnie said, finishing up and ending the call.
She put the phone securely back in her belt, and pulled out a pack of tabac cigarettes, lit one, and put the pack back. Vandelhelm was more civil than most planets she'd been to, somuch so that she and Var had painted her up to hide the majority of her ink, but not so much as to have banned smoking in bars. Donnie leaned over on the table and sucked back the clove-y goodness, picking up the drink she'd ordered, the steamed asshole. Alternatively called a lying salesman, or when made with smokey tasting Corellian Rum, a burnt backside. In it's current form, the drink was a concoction of seriously spicey liquors and a hot pepper in it. The woman took the pepper and bit the bottom off it, and took a sip of the drink. It burnt her tongue in a way not unlike a spicey chili, but, as with a good steamed asshole, the heat subsided as quickly as it started and was replaced by a minty sensation.
About 20 minutes later the woman was walking into the spaceport where they'd left the Snowball, showing her passcard to the guards so she could get into the landing bays and to her vessel. It took a few steps and she was there, walking up the ramp, and into the main living space, which held the kitchen and living room. Jada gave her an odd look, and Sen a low whistle.
"Long story, and shut up you." She said, going to the fridge and pulling out one of the Jogan fruits she'd brought back with her from the trip she'd been on a few days prior.
The woman bit into it, and sighed, hearing Var's footsteps as she walked into the cargo bay then through the hatch into the living space. Doneeda strode over and gave her a quick hug and a peck on the cheek, then stepped back, towards the kitchen table.
"So...what's this plan of yours?"
The Taller Twi'lek nodded and stopped Var a few times to clarify things, but the plan, while somewhat convoluted, did make sense. Her better half would get all done up as if she'd been going to an Opera, go and sob her eyes out to the fabulous guard. The plan was he'd take pitty, and then leave with Var. Donnie would then be free to do her thing to the Zeltron ( she loved Zeltrons so the woman wasn't against it in any way whatsoever, their pheromones made her feel amazing. ). It wasn't a bad plan, if all she had to do to find her son was shag a very pretty Zeltron, Donnie was ready to pay that price. It was this sort of teamwork that'd made the pair so good at what they did, and partly the reason why Donnie had married the woman.
"Gods...I love you, great plan babe." Donnie said with a smirk.
Var truly had her moments.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Mar 16, 2016 22:02:08 GMT -5
Some things absolutely made Varulla'aba smile. One was praise from her wife. Truth be told she was still an insecure woman deep down. Oh for the love of whatever gods you believed in don't question her on it, but in private she tended to doubt. Yet it always seemed that to her wife she was smart, capable, downright perfect even. It helped. It really and truly helped. She kissed Donnie and patted her shoulder in reply to the praise, and then knuckled down on it. There was a lot of work ahead of her. The fact was, artistry was required. Despite having great skin that cut down on the work, Var still had to practice her makeup efforts. It was a skill to make her eyes smokey enough to truly let her blue eyes pop, but to fall short of 'obvious.' Similar accents she could do to lips, to cheekbones. She even allowed some of her tattoos to stay visible.
The other component was of course attire. Few things had such power. Var realized they did, and that was a level she surpassed Donnie on, true appreciation for distinction. She'd had to resort to picking out Donnie's outfits for events and occasions, otherwise the woman would be mistaken for a stripper instead of a civic leader. It was vastly more important when it came to dealing with a reasonably cosmopolitan world, because they had higher standards. They were slower to praise, quicker to condemn, and far more ready to question any obvious brand names. Luckily Var's middle name when dressing up was distinction. Closely followed by elegance. She was absolutely certain no one could find fault with her dress. It was an iridescent black, falling below the knee, but with a flirty slit, and was paired with stockings, not fishnet but a very classic dark solid, that came to a halt at the very upper register of the slit. The lace pattern there was unmistakable suggestion, but tasteful. Combine it with a tall pair of matching heels, a decorative headband, and a grey fur about her bare shoulders, and Var was absolutely ready for the role of immensely classy pin-up.
As she looked herself in the mirror she smiled. Nobody was going to be able to resist her. Straight or gay. Especially not gay, they'd appreciate the accessorizing.
"Let's get this one done," She said to Donnie with a charming grin before moving down the ramp and heading out to find the incredibly gay security fellow.
It wasn't hard. What WAS hard was coaxing herself to the right level of sexy-crying to run some of her tactful masquera, and to work herself into a dignified state. Acting was... Well, she'd grown to quite enjoy it. Especially because so much of herself was subdivided and compartmentalized, it meant being one part of herself exclusively was easier and more satisfying. She entered the security office, purse in her arms, and delicate brow furrowed.
"Excuse me, I hope I'm not intruding," She began. "But... I need somewhere to stay for a short while."
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Post by The Conman on Mar 17, 2016 0:01:43 GMT -5
Doneeda gave a low whistle as Var came out of their room, ready after about a half an hour of preparation. She really did clean up well, so much so that the woman trusted her fashion sense without question. Sometimes Var would have to dress Donnie for occasions...but it was probably for the best, if the tan Twi'lek had her way, she'd wear a bikini with nipples pasties everywhere given the chance. Var's sense had kept her decent and probably somewhat more respected. Additionally, when applied to herself, with her body that was far more "elegant" than Donnie's "pornograpic" one, she could look fantastic.
Specifically, to Donnie, from behind...the area mainly between the small of her back and the top of her thighs. Before they went into the Spaceport to action their plan, Donnie gave her a hug, a kiss, and a tap on her bum, "for luck", before sitting outside the joint, surfing the net on her comm, waiting to see Var and her "mark" leaving.
---Meanwhile...---
" Ohh...Is everything ok Hon-" The guard said, standing up in a concerned tone.
" D'yah need anything?" He asked, in a similar tone, somewhat impressed to see a twi'lek woman bucking the steriotype he'd seen an hour earlier.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Mar 17, 2016 0:23:46 GMT -5
Var kept the stiff upper lip. It was part of what was expected of class. Don't fall to pieces. They knew when there was something wrong without a giant flashing neon sign reading 'this is what is wrong.' No, far from it. Var wrung her hands and elaborated on the planned story, based on the schedules she'd examined while getting ready.
"I... Well, there's not any decent way to put it, I was stood up. I was supposed to be going to Daraketti's 'Dancer of Chandrila' right now, but my date made a quick decision that..."
This was the part that rang true. One thing Var had learned was to always put kernels of truth into lies, because they were much more believable. What was more, if you tailored them right they fit as well as any pair of pants. The fact was that gay guard was, as one target of discrimination, likely to be supportive against another. It was the kind of consistency that mercifully existed throughout the universe. Aside from select people who, Var noted, were usually in Politics.
"He didn't want to be seen socially with someone... Like me. A Twi'lek."
"Oh honey," The guard said softly, "That's awful. Sit down, tell old Ray all about it. Can I get you some water? Coffee?"
Var instinctively knew with people how things were going, doubly so with the little cues and feelings the Force gave her. Everything just slid into place most of the time. Of course it helped that, well, she'd had experiences like this before. It had sucked. But frequently she'd arrived on a planet thirsty for culture and civilized human men didn't want to take her to their haunts, simply to their beds. It was a story close enough to truth she could feel invested in the lie. It was more a misplaced and confused truth than anything else.
"Water. Thank you," She said very genuinely, sitting in the chair he pointed to, and waiting as he found a bottle of water and presented it.
"It's... I'll admit, not the first time it had happened, but I'd hoped Vandelhelm would be different, further from the Core. There's so many humans now who won't even give a Twi'lek a chance."
Ray nodded.
"I know exactly how you feel sugar, an' I'm so sorry. Jus' like how I wanted to be on the Track team because I was a great runner, and my hick dad from Agamar said I jus' wanted to be in the locker room with sweaty guys. Asshole," He shook his head a little, waking back up to the very tasteful Twi'lek's problem. "Did the opera mean that much to you?"
Var nodded. She even coaxed a single tear.
"When I was a little girl, I was a slave, and the only thing that got me through those days was an audio player I hid, I would listen to Daraketti and Perdelli all the time. It speaks to the soul, you know?" Again, Var didn't feel guilty. It was a half-truth. If her goddamn owner had let her have an audioplayer she'd have damn well listened to it.
He winced.
"Oh hon, gods I'm sorry. I know I'm not some fine high-society guy, but the other office we got has a great quiet room and speakers, I'll listen with you. I know it's not the same but..."
Var responded by giving him the single most radiant smile ever, guaranteed to melt hearts for twenty parsecs around. She flung her arms around his neck and hugged him in the platonic way of someone who'd just made a gay best friend. The damned pity was that she couldn't keep him.
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Post by The Conman on Mar 17, 2016 1:06:02 GMT -5
Donnie looked up from her Comm and a particularly funny Spacebook post by one of her pilots, to see Var and the guard heading out, toward the other guard office. She grinned a big stupid grin.
"Yisss!" She muttered under her breath.
It was now her turn to do what she did. While it was somewhat more...horizontal...or maybe vertical...perhaps some angle in between, it was what she did best. The woman stood up and put the comm into her belt, and closed her eyes for a moment, collecting herself. She strode away from the bench she'd been occupying and caught sight of her reflection in a nearby store window. She adjusted the twins, and pulled the straps of her underwear up a bit. Shit was about to get real.
The woman walked into the main entrance of the spaceport, her hand playing with the tip of her lekku as she strode towards the guard office, the purple Zeltron man occupying the booth, swaying her hips as she did. She closed the distance wearing a devious smirk, lifting her sunglasses up onto the top of her kerchiff and leaning in on the booth's counter, Gerry's eyes nowhere near looking into hers. The plan was working, so far, she thought, giving him a toothy grin, and spotting a white disc just behind his right ear.
It was his pheromone suppressant, time released over the course of a day. While removing it wasn't necessary, she made a mental note to do so, no reason she shouldn't enjoy herself.
"Hi..." She said, accentuating her accent, the man having left before she'd broken character previously.
"Hey, didn't think I'd be seeing you again..." He said, leaning back in his office chair.
"You da only onee I'm knowings on dis planed..." Donnie said, looking down at the desk, giving him the opportunity to invite her in...or out...
"Well, that's a shame, how's someone as pretty as you here alone?" He asked, sounding somewhat concerned.
Doneeda shook her head with a smirk and a soft laugh, continuing to play with one of her lekku after, bringing it in front of her cleevage. She needed his attention.
"Nomadder...When ared you done? You lookins of goo zeldorn boy...Wego oud, 'ave some fun?" Donnie asked, hopefully.
She knew he probably still had some time left in his shift, and that the booth had the ability to close the windows down...all she had to do was loop around to getting inside the thing.
"Aww, I-" He said, exhasperatedly, looking around.
"-I get off in a few hours...we-" Donnie cut him off, looking from her vantage point to the inside of the booth while he was talking.
"I thin...you coul' geddoff naow..." She said, looking him directly in the eyes, slightly nodding.
"Well...i do have a break...and we could...I me- You could come in here and we could...ahem...discuss...our plans?" He said with the sort of devilish Zeltron grin, gesturing to the door in the side and flipping a switch, the steel barrier dropping, a "On break" notification taped to the outside of it.
The woman strode the few steps around the side of the booth, as the door opened, and the guard looked out giving a quick look around before gesturing for the woman to enter. She quickly zipped in, the door whooshing closed behind her. Just as quickly, she threw one of her arms around his neck, pulling him in, and the other quickly removed the offending patch, then, after tossing it aside, in a single, practiced motion, undid his belt, pant's button, zipper, and found his junk.
Doneeda let out a gasp.
"Daamn...I godda ge'mo Zeldrons inmah life..." She said, before pulling him into a kiss while her southern hand went to work....
--A Time later--
Donnie walked up the ramp to the Snowball, sans probe, feeling like a million bucks. She made a mental note to get with Zeltrons more often, their pheromones were one of the best pick-me-ups in the galaxy, in her opinion. Not to mention the sex was fantastic, her example, Gerry, was hung like a thackwash and could go for hours. By the end of all of it she'd wound up a sweaty, wet, satisfied pile of woman on top of the man, the pair on his office chair. It'd been awhile since she'd had a shag like that....The "wrongness" of it really working the woman up, probably adding to the experience.
The tan Twi'lek made a mental note to have more "wrong" sex, surmising it felt pretty good.
In the process she'd misplaced her plaid shirt, kerchiff, and underwear. The latter probably kept as a trophy by the Zeltron, to display to his friends as one would display the head of a giant bantha they'd shot while hunting. She smirked, he'd earned it.
"Hey Jada, any word fr-" Donnie was interrupted by Sen, storming into the room.
"Ma'am, I've got a hit, and a few possible tracks. I'm still resolving the last of the data, but the group of mando's who took Enarin have used the same false reg at a few other spaceports.." He blurted out all at once, clearly excited, at her tits.
Donnie looked from him, then to Jada, who shrugged, then back to him.
"Sen, hon, my face is up here, and that's fantastic! Lemmie know when you have more info...Also, Jada, where's Var at?" Doneeda asked the darker of the trio, Sen interrupting again, Jada nodding in the background.
"She hasn't been back yet. No idea where she is, but she did get her probe plugged in..." He said, unsure of what to do.
"Well, I guess we wait then..." Donnie mused, heading to the fridge and grabbing a beer.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Mar 17, 2016 1:51:47 GMT -5
Var did arrive back at the Snowball, about three hours after Donnie. She was sipping an iced caf drink, wearing a new pair of sunglasses, and toting two very large bags of presumably clothing, judging by the Aurebesh font, stylized, on them reading 'Breda.' Var was also wearing a broad smile and a look of complete and utter satisfaction. Her heels clicked as she walked up the ramp, and she immediately sat down on the sofa, bags beside her, grinning broadly at Donnie before launching into her own report.
"You are not going to believe it Donnie, so Ray is an absolute sweetheart. We listened to an hour of opera, and then, wow, talk about a friend, he said the only sure treatment for a broken heart is retail therapy, and we stopped for macchiatos too- And oh gods Donnie you're not going to believe the outfit I got, Ray said it was so fierce. And you'd be amazed, everything fits me perfectly. Oh your eyes are going to roll back up in their sockets when I model this later-"
Abruptly Var stopped talking, the sunglasses sliding down her nose, and her eyes flitted back and forth between Jada and Sen, who she'd momentarily forgotten the existence of in any real sense. Immediately the subtle signs of embarrassment rippled across her pale face, precisely because she'd been about to suggest on the way out she model it and let Donnie go and search the clam-beds for pearls very, very carefully. No matter how sexy and fierce her new thigh highs were, Var had decorum. Or was supposed to at any rate.
She cleared her throat, loudly and draped one leg over the other.
"I mean, I hope this went very well. The probe is in place, and uh, I think we've met our objectives."
She gave Donnie a look, it was one of her lesser-used ones which was 'I'm feeling frisky, meet me in the bedroom in twenty.'
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Post by The Conman on Mar 17, 2016 18:30:32 GMT -5
Donnie had, in the time it took Var to return, gotten a shower, eaten, changed, beaten Jada ( twice ) at space chess, eaten again, and was currently in the process of drinking beer number 5, and was starting to feel it. She was starting to get bored...and was eyeball fucking Jada's backside as she strode around the ship, checking to ensure there weren't any spies or bugs on the vessel. It was a risk any Boska took when they went to a civilized world and didn't use a throw-away ship. She'd changed into some more conservative attire, a loose fitting white tanktop with a simple black bra underneath and a pair of loose ( except around her backside ) pair of purple sweatpants she wore around the house when she was just bummin'. When Var arrived back, Donnie was sitting on the couch with her feet on the table, watching the Space News, hoping they'd have some mention of the Mandos who'd taken Enarin.
"...this was the Courscanti Central News Service, more at 11, stay tuned for 50 MILFS, and 25 horny teenagers, the season premier of MILF Island, next!" The TV droned on, the the newscaster doing the bump before the show started with epic camera angles and over-flying scenes of a paradise-like location on some planet.
Donnie flipped the TV off, despite Sen's protestations, and was about to get up when she heard footsteps. The woman leaned forward and looked out to see Var come back in, wearing her dress, carrying a pair of bags bearing the logos of some higher-end boutique stores. If she had an eyebrow to cock, she would have.
"He-" The woman got out, as Var flopped down onto the nearby sofa and launched into her report, as it were.
Donnie chuckled as she explained, knowing Var's mood all too well. There were a few ways into Var's heart. One was fine dining and clothes, the other was shopping. Take the girl shopping and get her something "feirce", as she'd so aptly put it, and Donnie knew what'd happen later on, without fail. The woman was keen to use it sparingly, and only when Var was in the midst of one of her "dry spells" where the woman was simply not interested in sex, which would happen from time to time. The fact that this Ray character had done this for her lead Doneeda to want to agree with Var wholeheartedly, based on the look she'd given.
He was a sweetheart.
Doneeda was pickin' up what Var was puttin' down, though she couldn't help but snicker at Var's sudden self conscious moment. Years before Donnie had tried to break her better half of her prudishness, and, given where Var was versus where she'd began, had been largely successful. The woman still did have her moments, though, that made Donnie chuckle. Sen had basically seen Donnie's boobs, and nearly everything else, skintight clothing was like that, and Jada seemed to just not give a shit. She shook her head while smiling warmly, She loved Var.
"I love you babe-" Donnie said, finishing her head shaking, continuing.
"Yes, mission accomplished, great success, much win, very track, such information. Sen's got the data he needs, so great job, and awesome plan, worked perfectly...and seems like you came out of it ahead-" Donnie got up and hopped over to the couch beside Var, wrapping an arm around her, and leaning her face in close to Var's earcone, whispering quietly enough that they were the only members of the conversation, her arm playing with the lekku of var's closest to it, a trick she'd learned because "kids".
"I'll meet your sexy-" She gave Var a peck below the Earcone
"Fierce, Ass in the bedroom..." Donnie whispered, giving Var a knowing look, then gesturing with her eyes and head over her right shoulder, towards the bedroom, her hand continuing to gently play with one of Var's lekku.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Mar 17, 2016 19:05:53 GMT -5
Var loved it when Donnie whispered. There was something about it that was novel. She was normally so outgoing, so loud that even her normal whispers were audible for a parsec. Yet when she had 'the whisper' right to Var, she was the only one who could hear it. Combine it with the arm around her, playing with the tip of her lekku, tingling electrically, and the kiss to the sensitive, pale skin of her neck... Var shuddered a little with anticipation as much as anything else, and her hand slid lightly to Donnie's thigh, covered as it was.
She smiled, leaned over, and whispered back.
"Five minutes," Her lips lightly touched Donnie in the same place. Var winked.
She rose, picking up the bags, and cleared her throat.
"I'll just go and put these away," She said politely. "Also, Jada, Sen. You did a great job today. Why don't you take the night off? Go get a drink or something?"
Var shrugged her shoulders a little and disappeared into the bedroom, where she hurriedly began stripping out of her existing clothes, and pulling on her new garments. Perilously sexy ones at that. Oh she was ready for it now...
Outside in the living room, Jada leaned against a bulkhead, her amber eyes looking straight at Donnie. She was not blind, nor deaf. She had a very clear image of it. The kisses, the whispering, the 'suggestion.' Her only question was why the married couple was bothering to be quiet and tactful about it. It was... Expected. Why marry someone if you didn't plan to sweat up the sheets with them? There was no point dancing around it. She didn't skirt it at all.
"I'll go take Sen to the wherever for two hours. Lock the ship, call if anything happens, we'll be close. And uh, have fun."
Jada grabbed the nerd by the arm and pulled him out and down the ramp.
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Post by The Conman on Mar 19, 2016 0:06:16 GMT -5
"Thanks Jada! You're the best!" Donnie called after the large dark woman, getting a wave in return without her looking back, Sen in tow.
After a few moments she heard the distinctive sound of the doors closing near the ramp and got up, vaulting over the couch, and padding to the kitchen. Donnie wanted to give Var the full five minutes...or at least as much as she could bare to wait, she could already feel the blood flowing to her lady bits, an excited tension rising in her chest. It'd been awhile since her and Var had been intimate...not due to any real reason, they'd just been busy and tired and a few months suddenly whooshed by.
The tan Twi'lek vowed, while filing up a glass full of water, to try to make more of an effort to get into Var's pants, it'd been too long. She downed it quickly, knowing she'd probably need another after their shenanigans...smirking at the thought, her free hand finding it's way down her sweatpants, no underwear in the way to stop it. After a few moments absent mind-idly playing with herself, the Twi'lek dumped the rest of the water and strode towards the room, debating peeling off her attire on the way and deciding against it, it was more fun when Var tore he clothes off. Donnie paused at the door, smirking, letting her finger hover over the button for a second, unsure why but figuring she'd give var another few moments to get herself "prepared".
Upon keying the door, Donnie was pretty unprepared for what she saw on the other side. It was about eight stories tall, and a crustaciean from the paloelithic era, it stood above her, with big red eyes. The woman's face darkened with fury, as she pointed and bellowed, at the top of her lungs:
"WHADDYOU WANTD YOU MONSTAH!"
it bent down and said...
"I-I need about tree fiddy."
Doneeda, undaunted, bellowed.
"I AINT GIVIN YOU NO TREE FIDDY YOU GODDAMN LOCH NESS MONSTAH!"
The woman returned to reality and realized she hadn't yet keyed the door and had descended into a daydream again. It was happening with alarming regularity to her lately...Donnie surmised she should probably get her head examined and keyed the door, revealing something she hadn't seen in a very long time. Her jaw dropped, she wasn't even sure what to say, aside from.
"sploosh." under her breath.
Fierce wasn't really an apt description, though Donnie was currently beyond the ability to make words, her wife was wearing probably the hottest thing she'd seen her in ever. It was a skin tight, leather dress that hugged every curve she had like it'd been made custom for her, accentuating them in a way that made Donnie basically speechless. It also had a built in bra of sorts, and made her wife's boobs look amazing ( Donnie had always secretly wished Var's boobs were a cup or two bigger...it was ok though...cause booty ). Var had a sexy "come hither" smirk on and turned around on the spot, her Tan partner's eyes glued to her hips and ass as she did so, the dress hugging it in a way that made Doneeda insanely jealous. Then came the boots, which were thigh-high, high heel deals that were tall enough to put Var eye to eye with her considerably taller partner.
The woman was frozen, for a rare moment in her life, Doneeda was unsure what to do during a sexual encounter, mainly because the sexiest woman she'd ever met was currently dressed up in probably the hottest dress she'd ever seen on her....
"We gotta get you more gay friends." Donnie said.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Mar 19, 2016 0:48:13 GMT -5
Var's efforts were rewarded. The very instant Donnie stepped in, the look on her face was... It was the best thing. It was like the impending hour of fantastic sex summed up in a look. There was adoration in there, astonishment, respect, and of course the key bedroom component of lust. It was fine. It was more than fine, it was compulsory. Why bother marrying someone without lust? It'd be like a roommate or a friend without any of the intense benefits that came from complete and utter sexual adoration. Oh no. She married Donnie because nobody else looked at her like that. It was the single greatest boon to her psyche there could be. The tiny little scars on her back were completely unnoticed when Donnie was there. No, her attention was fully focused on every inch of that pale white skin.
The gay friends line was met with a smile. And the comfort of truth. Oh yes, they could pick them. But the fact was that now Var was eye to eye with her much-taller spouse thanks to the magic of high-heeled boots. What was more based on the difficulty of getting the front laces tightened to her thighs had been enough of a pain that they were staying on the whole time. Which, to be fully honest, made her feel sexy and dominant like she'd always assumed came with Donnie's height.
Since Donnie was with her back to the bed, Var decided to purposefully stride forward, accompanied by the click of her steps, and lightly push Donnie onto the bed. It was the one-handed sexy push in which there was no force required, merely a general suggestion of direction that was enthusiastically received by the other party. She didn't delay either, falling on top of her spouse immediately locking lips with her in a kiss that did the best possible attempt at burning off at least a month of surplus passions.
And that was only the beginning.
It was almost the end of Jada's two hours when Var and Donnie were finally done with the mechanical bit of lovemaking, and were simply a nude (or mostly, Var had indeed kept the footwear on and seemed to enjoy the equality in height) and intermingling with each other. One of Var's hands idly moved across Donnie's stomach, a fingertip tracing the tattoos there. Their headtails were intermingling, and Var's eyes were half-closed, a smile on her face.
That, she said in all ways but vocally, was amazing.
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Post by The Conman on Mar 19, 2016 2:00:59 GMT -5
Donnie was up against the wall, arm under her wife while she idly traced her ink, wearing a satisfied look on her face, the sign of a job well done. The larger of the pair had a smirk while she watched Var trace the ink, with her finger, lazily, her free arm behind her head, eyes closed, relaxing. The taller of the pair loved it when Var did that with her ink, the sensation was amazing, her light touch tracing around the intricate details of her tattoos had an electric sensation unlike any other. Var didn't do it as often as she used to, so Donnie wanted to just relax and enjoy it while it lasted. Somehow, she'd lucked out, despite the gravity of the overarching situation existing outside of their bedroom.
"mmm...I love it when you do that, babe. " Donnie said without opening her eyes, with an airy smile, her hand becoming free enough to find on of Var's lekku and start gently playing with it.
It'd been a truly fantastic few hours, a true return to form for Var, and Donnie could confidently tell herself she "still got it", based on how they'd need to change the sheets and probably let the bed air-dry for at least a few hours. Everything'd happened too quickly and intensely for them to pre-plan past Var getting into her dress and boots. One minute Donnie was standing in the door with her mouth agape, the next she was moaning Var's name.
Donnie leaned over and kissed Var on the lips deeply, breaking off after a few seconds, taking her time looking over Var's fantastic body until she got to the boots, smirking, then looking back up at her wife.
"That was fucking fantastic Var, We've seriously gotta do this more often..." Donnie mused, turning more towards her love so she could get a better angle and ogle her body some more before they had to get back to reality.
"And holy fuck, those boots make your legs look amazing!" she finished, her hand continuing to play with Var's lekku, the woman enjoying the closeness.
Given more time Doneeda would have been down for round...4? But she could tell Var'd had her fill, and glancing at the Chrono, Jada and Sen would be walking back in any minute. As much as it pained the woman to admit, they'd need to break their little love-nest up and get back to the real world, eventually. That, however, wouldn't be Donnie's call to make, she was gonna milk as much sexytime with her wife as she could, if that meant an awkward, psudo-teenage, scamper while naked to the bathroom so they could get a shower, so be it, Jada'd seen boobs before and Sen had done a good enough job he'd earned a flash at least...maybe even a handie.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Mar 21, 2016 19:03:04 GMT -5
There were a few things Var insisted on in the bedroom, one of which was silk sheets. They were light grey, and currently very damp in places, but the smooth feel on naked skin was divine. Almost as divinely smooth as the skin of Donnie's body under her fingers. It was past the point she needed to try for another orgasm, and instead it was simply the pleasure of touch for its own sake. Post-coital bliss, as Var was aware, though she couldn't remember a time recently as good as this had been. The only thing on her mind at present was lying there, enjoying her wife, enjoying her sheets. Possibly until the Nine Corellian Hells froze over.
Donnie murmured about how much she loved that touch. Var grinned. She kept tracing the tattoos, and was momentarily, and very pleasantly, distracted by Donnie's kiss. She savored her lips, parting from them only reluctantly.
Var knew fully that her wife was looking at her assets, and she turned on her side to better show them, posing like a model. Her wife was distinctly right though, they had to do this more. And she was also right the boots worked. Var bit her lower lip and raised a leg upward, heel stabbing at the ceiling. She laughed a little. Truth was, she hadn't felt this sensual for a while. If Donnie was very much like a sport airspeeder, roaring to life quickly at the right touch of the controls, Var was less straight forward. To get her heated up she had to carefully develop the right mood. She was more like a furnace that required time to hit peak temperatures.
The pale woman reached out to the darker, larger hand by her. She held it lightly, and gave Donnie a smile.
"Gods I love you Doneeda."
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Post by The Conman on Mar 22, 2016 21:46:48 GMT -5
"I know."
Donnie said, rolling in for another kiss with her now more accessible wife.
-=-=-= Some time later =-=-=-
"So basically, I've narrowed it down to one of three systems." Sen'da said, putting a small, coaster sized disc onto the kitchen's table, nodding to Jada, who flipped the lights off.
Four pedals unfolded from the top of the disc, exposing a holoemitter, which lit up blue, and a map of the galaxy appeared floating in the air before the assembled group, with 3 systems lit up red.
" These three, they're the only unpoliced systems in range of where I found the registry appearing at other starports. I had to guess at the range, but based on the cam footage of the vessel, I think I'm in the right ballpark, at least. These are the best bet for where Enarin is. Two of them are completely unpopulated, and I think-" He said, poking the disc, causing it to zoom in on one of the dots, showing a system with a highlighted planet, a few asteroid belts, and a few gas giants.
"- One is...well...a Pirate haven, based on what I've heard on the 'net." He finished.
Donnie's eyes had glazed over about half way through the presentation, her mind back on the previous night with Var, wishing it wouldn't have ended...Var's mere presence hadn't been as distracting in a very long time. The woman felt like she was a teenager again. She adjusted her Lekku, and looking to her side, and somewhat down, at her wife, shooting her a small smirk over her hand as it moved the errant Lekku. As quickly as she'd looked over, the woman looked back, the map still hovering in mid air.
"How do we know which one to check out first?" Donnie asked flatly.
"Well...honestly, I don't know...but I'd check the pirate haven." He suggested.
"Not a bad idea, looks far though, we'll probably have to pickup fuel and supplies from the Fleet...Var? thoughts?" Doneeda asked.
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