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Adenn strode down the halls of the ship, feeling rather naked. It had been months since he had been able to don his beskar'gam, but the mission had demanded it. If he had known what he was getting himself into five months before when he had taken this job, he might have had second thoughts. Considering how many months he had been immersed in this mission he likely could have had several others, but none that paid as well as this. But the money was not all that he cared about, not even close. What meant more to him was his reputation. How many others in his line of work could say that they had assassinated an Imperial warlord? Of course it would also make him a wanted man in more sectors then he cared to imagine, but that was only if he was identified.
Finally he came to the access hatch he wanted. He did not look around to see if anyone was watching him or in the hall, instead he just opened it and acted like he was going about his business. After all, he was just a technician. The Mandalorian made his way down the maintenance access corridor, moving quickly. There was nobody there, which is what he expected, and he was glad that that was the case. Leaving bodies behind would make things far more complicated. He soon moved into a small nook off the corridor and quickly fetched out a bag that was secreted away. He paused for a moment, then quickly opened the duffel, a small smile tugging up at the corners of his lips. He knelt and ran some fingers over the breastplate of his armor. The armor was a family heirloom, passed down for five generations. His family's blood was in the armor and he had to believe that his ancestors would be watching over him today. With that thought steeling him, his desire to honor his family, he stood and quickly began to strip out of his Imperial uniform.
It took the Adenn only a mater of minutes to don his armor. He made a few final adjustments before he slid his helmet on and made sure that it sealed. As the HUD came up he felt far more comfortable, more alive, more himself. He stood there for several seconds more, focusing his mind. Then he turned and strode out into the corridor once more. His steps were confident, determined. It did not take him long to reach access hatch that he wanted. He reached down to his belt and removed a small grenade from it. He then opened the hatch ever so slightly and waited. His HUD told him the time and he knew that soon the guard would be changed in front of the admiral's quarters. He waited and soon enough the troopers marched by. As they passed he tossed his grenade at one of their backs. The small explosive adhered to the stormtrooper's armor and Adenn smiled inside of his helmet.
He counted then; one, two, three... continuing until he counted to eleven. When it did he pressed a button on his bracer. The sound of a detonation echoed through the halls and he allowed the hatch to slide open fully. He stepped out into the hall, calmly reaching down to his left hip and drawing his blaster pistol. He brought the weapon up as he came around the corner that lead to the admiral's quarters. There were a score of stormtroopers there, some regaining their feet, others laying dead. Calmly the Mandalorian began to fire, dropping any that were moving at all and putting shots into those who did not, just to be safe. Soon enough he was over to the pad to access the door and calmly hooked his datapad too it and started the hacking sequence. It took only moments for the program he had running to do it's job and the door slid open. He detached his datapad before he stepped into the admiral's personal quarters, pistol at the ready, the carnage behind him easily visible despite the slight amount of smoke that drifted in as well.
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Valeria Braddock had had quite a life so far. She was one of the youngest Admirals ever to achieve that rank, and she'd worked hard for it. She'd been trained for greatness since an early age, but achieving it was all on her. She'd faced bias against her for being a woman, for being beautiful, for not being a pure blooded human, but it didn't matter, that only made victory taste all the sweeter when she reached her goal. Now she was an Imperial Warlord, having splintered off to take her fleet and claim a territory of her own as the Empire had crumbled and fallen apart. The Seswenna sector was certainly a worthy acquisition, and she had enough of a force to be formidable to anyone that wanted to challenge her for it. She wasn't one to just give up her claim on something though, and she honestly felt sorry for anyone who tried to take Saswenna from her. Because she would destroy them. There would be no surrender, no letting them go to lick their wounds and return to try again. Going up against Valeria ran the risk of being the last thing you ever did.
She commanded her fleet and the planets of the sector though with an even hand, not too hard, not too soft, firm and steady. After all, hold on too tightly and people would begin to chafe, start to become resentful, and though Valeria was perhaps guilty of a fair amount of arrogance, she wasn't stupid. She could not withstand a full revolt. Keeping her people happy was just as important as keeping them in line.
Currently she sat in her quarters, draped over a chaise lounge, a 'gift' from one of the Eriadu nobles that had dared to try and raise an attack against her. She'd killed him, stripped his family of their title, their money, their possessions, and taken anything of interest from his possessions. The chaise was luxurious and comfortable, and she'd positioned it next to her fireplace, making it her favorite place to curl up and read. Which was what she was doing now. Though she wasn't reading a novel, unfortunately, but reports. She was still wearing her uniform, having lacked the energy to change when she'd returned to her quarters, planning to do that though when she was done reading these.
The explosion outside her door made her look up, raising her brows and peering at her door over her glasses, which had slid down the bridge of her nose. Her eyes were a deep dark blue, a touch of purple to them, and her hair was long and black, currently pulled back in a severe pony tail. She had a blaster on her thigh still, but she didn't reach for it, not even when the door opened and a Mandalorian stepped into her quarters. Valeria barely acknowledged him except to hold up a long tapered finger, she had the hands of a musician, and continued to read until she finished the paragraph she had been on, finally setting the papers on the floor beside her chaise. Taking off her glasses and folding them to slip them into her pocket, Valeria pulled her legs around to put her bare feet on the thick rug that was laid out in front of her fire place.
Her room was elegant, but not extravagant or gaudy, instead managing to be tasteful. Well, she watched him with a piercing gaze, her mind working a mile a minute behind a calm exterior, I have to say I'm impressed. How long did you lay in wait for this opportunity?
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When he strode through the door Adenn had half expected to see another security checkpoint or maybe find her waiting for him armed. Instead she was lounging on a couch or something of some kind. But that was not the most surprising thing. The most surprising thing was that she actually help up a finger to him as if she expected him to wait! The Mandalorian's pistol was fixed on her, but he found himself standing there a bit dumbfounded rather then firing. It was not that he was actually obeying her, it was just that he was more then a little dumbfounded by her audacity.
But his state of shock was broken when she spoke. The Mandalorian moved forward then, closing the door and then taking another item off his belt. He took the cylinder And placed it vertically against the seam of the door. Adenn moved further away and a moment later there was a slight pop and then suddenly a whitish goo could be seen oozing out of the door's seam slightly.
Having kept the gun on her the entire time thanks to his HUD displaying both her and the door for him when he needed it too, the Mandalorian faced her again. "That is irrelevant," he told her softly, the helmet filtering his voice so that it came out more gravely then it normally was. However he found himself adding, "But, if you must know, it has been several months since my mission began." Adenn was silent for another moment before he said, "If you would care to look away, you may."
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Valeria glanced at the door as he secured it, preventing any of her men from getting through to interrupt him. She didn't seem worried or surprised, she'd expected him to do as much after all. Besides, she could handle this herself. She didn't doubt that in a straight fight, this Mandalorian could beat her and kill her, she was a skilled fighter, but combat was not her forte. No, she had other areas of expertise, and by the way he had handled her rather unconcerned reaction told her volumes. He was a fighter, but she had him beat with mental maneuvers. He should have killed her as soon as he saw her, but that wasn't the Mandalorian way. Maybe if she had pulled her gun on him, but she hadn't, for that very reason.
The Zeltron blood in her veins gave her a distinct advantage, and right now, with her life in danger, the abilities that that granted her as well as her force sensitivity were kicked into high gear. Even with his face concealed by his helmet, she could feel his mind, his emotions, and her own emotions pressed down upon him. She could not fully control her abilities, her force sensitivity was too weak to have warranted training, and the Zeltron blood in her was too thinned to allow her much control over her empathic abilities and the pheromones her body produced. They were weak as well, though still present, enough to give her an advantage in almost any situation she found herself in.
Her groomed, black brows rose a little when he told her that how long he'd been waiting was irrelevant, but he answered her anyway. She seemed to ignore his offer to let her look away, to find something more peaceful to take her mind away when he killed her. Instead she stood, reaching up to work her hair out of her pony tail, letting it fall about her face and shoulders and down her back instead, Several months? She repeated, You are a very patient hunter aren't you? Valeria mused aloud, walking over to her vanity, dropping the hair band into one of the small drawers and grabbed a brush, beginning to brush her hair out, her body starting to produce the weak pheromones that she hoped would work against him. They were only strong enough to enhance any sense of attraction, if some one was not attracted to her, they would do nothing more than perhaps make that person find her more likable. Thankfully, most men found her attractive. It must have taken several nobles working together to offer you enough money to make this worth your while, she told him, the mirror she was standing in front of angled so that she could see him, and he could see her in it.
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The Mandalorian watched he woman closely as she rose, his finger still resting on the trigger of his blaster. If she made any motion to go for her weapon then he would gun her down without a moment's hesitation. The only reason he waited now was because he was confident that he had a little bit of time. He knew that there was an escape exit from her quarters (at least one), but he doubted that that could be used as a route for her to be rescued. So he could afford to let her talk for a little bit. Perhaps he would even learn something that he could use to make a further profit even?
Adenn noticed how her hair being let down seemed to make her seem more feminine then she had appeared before. With her hair up she had very much looked like the High Admiral that many spoke of in somewhat hushed tones. But as she moved over to sit before a mirror she looked much, much more like a woman, albeit a professional one. But those observances were more clinical in nature, for they had to be. After all, he was about to kill this woman in a few moment.
When she spoke once more, observing that he was patient, the Mandalorian showed no physical response, but replied, " 'One who is prudent and lies in wait for an enemy who is not, will be victorious'," he intoned quoting Mandalore the Destroyer. Adenn had been a diligent student of Mandalorian history in his youth and still read much about the history of his people. He did not expect her to know who he was quoting of course, after all there were few if any dar'manda who understood their ways, and none who adhered to them obviosuly, for if they did then they would be Mandalorian.
The warrior shook his head ever so slightly as she spoke about who likely had offered him his contract. "I will not say so that your loyal officers could avenge you, even if they cared too," he told her. however in his mind he could not help but remember how he had been contacted by one of the nobles of Eriadu, one who was particularly wealthy. The man had not told him his name, not that it mattered.
His mind changed gears quickly and a question came to his mind. "You certainly seem resigned to your fate. Why have you not tried to resist?" he asked her. He respected how she was acting of course, after all she was allowing her death to be dignified. But why was she doing it? Why was she not fighting? Adenn found it rather odd.
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Valeria looked at the Mandalorian out of the corner of her eye as he quoted something to her, something that tickled the back of her mind. She knew who had said that, who was it? A very wise way to hunt, she commented before she continued to brush her hair, trying to think, then it clicked, And who was ever a better hunter than Mandalore the Destroyer? Valeria was no expert on Mandalorians, she knew enough about them, more than the average person, but she wasn't a scholar, she didn't have the time to sit and study such things these days. She finally set down her brush and turned on her little stool of a seat to look at him when he refused to speak of who had hired him. You likely do not know anyway, she murmured, her tone not critical or insulting, merely stating fact.
A small smile curved one corner of her mouth though at his question, and a small huff of breath escaped through her nose in the form of a soft laugh. She opened her mouth to answer, but there was the sound of boots in the hall and then some one tried to open the door, when they couldn't, they pounded on it, and a voice called out, Admiral Braddock?
I'm alright, Valeria called back quickly, not wanting to get the bounty hunter alarmed and tense, I'm fine. Just give me a moment. She looked back to the intruder, her features calm, Now, you asked me why I'm not fighting back, but why should I? What good would that do me against a Mandalorian? She asked him, pursing her lips for a moment she studied him. Tell me, bounty hunter, what honor do you find in working for greedy nobles who are too cowardly to fight me themselves? Valeria asked him, 'Strength is life, for the strong have the right to rule'. Not it was her turn to quote at him. By your own code, those men have no strength and no honor, how do you enhance your own honor by working for them?
Valeria hoped this worked, otherwise, she was dead.
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Adenn listened to her as she commented about how it was wise to be patient. He knew well that many of his own people did not adhere to that belief, but he did. What was the point in attacking if you could not maximize the efforts of success? Orf course being patient was not always the right course, sometimes you had to strike quickly and decisively. Really a balance between those options was the best approach to things, at least in his mind.
That mind was distracted from the thoughts that had been forming in it when she spoke once more. He tilted his head slightly to the left, surprised that she knew of Mandalore the Destroyer. "That is true. But she was not only a hunter," he said in reply, then, curious to see about her knowledge of his culture added, "After all, it was she who showed us that victory need not always be attained on the battlefield, yes?" He wanted to see if she knew of the event he was alluding too or not.
But before she could answer there was a sudden knocking on the door and someone calling for her. He tensed ever so slightly, ready to fire, but to her credit the admiral held off on calling for her help. The Mandalorian could not help but respect that. Here she was, dead to rights, and yet she was maintaining her composure. He had seen even Mandalorians break under such stress, though that had only happened a handful of times that he could remember. Regardless, the woman was showing that she possessed courage, even in the face of death. How could Adenn not respect that?
As she continued to speak, pointing out that she did not stand much of a chance against him, the Mandalorian shrugged slightly. "Mandalorians die often enough. I know well that you are a fighter of some skill Admiral. So I had to ask the question. It does not seem to be your way to simply lay down and die," he said to her. Of course Adenn was correct in that she was not the type to give up, but it was fairly obvious that he had not picked up on her strategy. Gifted in battle he undoubtedly was, but she was fighting the campaign in a field that he was wholly unsuited for.
Te woman's next words caught the Mandalorian completely off guard. He stiffened a bit when he heard her quoting the Canons of Honor. His mind exploded into frenzied thought. She did have a point to an extent, the one that hired him was weak and unable to face her. But was he not their tool? Was he not the sword that allowed him to stroke her down? Those questions and other whirled around in his mind as he stood there.
It was a minute of more before he finally spoke, "You have a point, at least to an extent. However I did give my word to fulfill a contract. That contract was to kill you...." Even though he seemed somewhat determined to carry out his mission, a chink had shown in his armor. She had opened up a gap i his defenses, now all she needed to do was exploit it.
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Adenn had made a critical mistake in not knowing when to stop being patient and when to strike fast and sure. He should have killed her as soon as he got through the door. Fortunately for Valeria, he hadn't, and fortunately for her he was not trained to have a political mind. She was, her mind was sharp and formidable, a weapon honed to be just as dangerous as any blade or blaster she might wield, or even her own body. It would not break easily. She had been in more dangerous situations than she could count, had more near death experiences than she could remember. She'd nearly died a number of times. She didn't fear death, nor was she ready to embrace it though.
Valeria studied him for a moment after he finished speaking. Now it was time to employ some of that wisdom, that patience. She had him just where she wanted him, but she mustn't rush and ruin it. She had to be careful. The Admiral stood and walked over to him, her posture relaxed, bearing no aggression or a hint of a threat. She stopped a few feet from him and peered into the t-shape glass of his visor, where she knew his eyes would be. She could feel his hesitation, the frenzy of his thoughts, she just needed to prod him a little more.
Yes, and a contract broken brings you no honor, She admitted, But I can. Valeria paused for a moment, Killing me and fulfilling your contract will no doubt bring you a lot of money, and increase your honor. You'll have completed your job and killed a High Admiral, an Imperial Warlord. Her head tilted to the side slightly and she gave him a piercing gaze, not blinking, But a contract completed for dishonorable men will do little for your own honor. I can pay you more gold than those cowards can even imagine, and I can provide you with work that will more than make up for the small tarnish of incomplete contract. She let him absorb that, before continuing, So what will it be? A little gold and a little honor? Or the security of my employment and a guarantee that by working for me, my own strength and honor will magnify yours?
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Adenn stood stock still as the admiral rose and moved over to him. He studied her body as she moved, noting how fit she kept herself, but also not seeing any signs of her being tense or possibly springing into action. He held off from shooting her as she moved closer, her eyes obviously fixed on where his would be. It was now that he noticed that she was almost of a height with him, the tip of her nose only two or three centimeters below where his would be. What was she doing?
Soon enough his curiosity was sated as she spoke. He listened to her as she lay things out as she saw them. The Mandalorian showed no reaction as she spoke, as she painted this as a matter in which his payment seemed to be the prime motivating factor. How wrong she was. Breaking his silence, he snorted, then spoke, "And why would I want to take your coin and become a lapdog?" he asked her. Adenn shook his head slightly, then said, "The man who hired me might not be the most honorable, but by breaking contract with him I would not gain honor... and I would not have the honor gained from killing you. Now you offer me more coin then the nobleman can. What good is that when weighed against the honor and repute I would gained by carrying out this mission?"
He fell silent for a moment, letting what he had said sink in, then went on. "You are a warrior of some repute. Surely you know that coin is what not motivates a true warrior," he said to her. There was another banging at the door, this one louder then before. He glanced at it, then back to her. "It appears that our time is growing short admiral..."
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Valeria tried not to frown when the Mandalorian spoke, feeling her actions backfiring on her and her plan slipping through her fingers. She managed to keep her face calm and passive, peering at him and letting out a small sigh. You misunderstand me, bounty hunter, She told him, sounding almost a little disappointed in him, it is not the money I offer that should appeal to you, it is the opportunity to do more for your honor than killing me could ever do. Valeria tilted her head to the side slightly, studying his helmet. She needed to get that off of him, if she could just get him to breath the air around him, now full of her pheromones, she knew she could seal the deal.
And you would not be my lap dog, you would be my sword. With you I would be able to cut down enemies even stronger than myself, her tone grew slightly passionate, insistent, but then she calmed again, quirking a brow, and shrugged her shoulders a little. But, if completing your contract is the only goal you care for, then so be it, She took a step back from him, The only thing I ask of you is to give me the honor of facing you before I die. Truly facing you, without the helmet. There was noise outside the door, she knew they were trying to get through, to get it open, at this point even if she told them to stop they wouldn't listen, they would assume that either she was being forced to tell them that, or that it was a trick of some sort.
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Adenn was slightly surprised when she said that he had misunderstood her. His head cocked ever so slightly to the side as she spoke about how she would bring him more honor, about how she would use him as a sword. The Mandalorian stood there, looking at the woman before him. It seemed that he had underestimated her yet again. The passion that had entered her voice had not simply been that of one pleading for their life. Rather it had been the passion of someone with a vision, a goal, of something that she wished to attain. She was a singular woman, especially considering she was dar'manda.
He did not reply verbally to her, not until she requested that she see him properly, to face him like a warrior. Aden considered for a moment, then nodded, speaking softly, "I can do that admiral." He reached up with a hand then and used his thumb to slide the lock that held his bodysuit to the helmet. There was a slight hiss as the suit depressurized and he removed the helmet. His short auburn hair glistened with a slight sheen of sweat as he tucked the helmet under his right arm and focused his blue eyes on her own.
The Mandalorian raised his pistol then, pointing it at her... but hesitated. He looked at her as she stood there, proud, unfaltering. She... had a point. Why should he fight for those that were to weak to oppose her? Here was a woman that was meant for greater things. There was something appealing about her, something more then her beauty, an air about her that made her passion and will all the more potent. He could not help but be drawn to it. She was offering him a chance to be part of something more, to aid her in conquest, in building something. He hesitated for a moment, then, slowly, he lowered his pistol. "I will not be a sword," he told her softly, then said, "I will be an ally."
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Valeria had been groomed for ambition and greatness since childhood, and she new, without ego, that she should achieve any goal she set her mind to with enough time and work. That was the difference between her and so many that were raised within a privileged life like her, she knew the value of hard work, she knew that there was nothing that could replace it. It was how she had managed to climb the ranks as high as she had, as fast as she had. It didn't hurt that she had an advantage over most of her peers, considering they were mostly men, by being a beautiful and charismatic woman. Some might accuse her of sleeping her way to the top, but in all honestly, she had slept with very few of her superior officers, and it hadn't been to garner favor. She simply was not above using the advantages afforded to her, no matter what they were.
She stood patiently as Adden nodded and agreed to remove his helmet, a ripple of satisfaction at her victory shivering through her, but she showed no outward sign of it. Valeria was pleasantly surprised though when he did finally remove his helmet, he was very handsome, and she couldn't help the small curve of a smile that developed in the corner of her mouth. She watched him with her blue-violet eyes, waiting, her gaze steady even as he raised his pistol and pointed it at her. She could feel the hesitation in him, see it in his eyes, and she fought to keep a smile off her face, especially when he lowered his blaster and spoke. She merely inclined her head though, Very well. Inside, she felt that high of victory, that no high from a drug could even come close to touching.
Valeria looked at the door though as it jerked a little, trying break free of the hold of the foam, and then looked at the Mandalorian, motioning for him to step aside and moving between him and the door just in time for it to lurch open with a loudcrackas he foam gave. Immediately six stormtroopers streamed in, rifles raised, though when the officer that followed them saw Valeria he barked at his men to lower their weapons. Admiral Braddock, are you alright? His filtered voice asked. She couldn't see his face, but she knew he was staring at the Mandalorian behind her.
I'm fine, commander, Valeria assured him, You and your men can go. The surprise and hesitation in the posture of her men was obvious, they were suspicious of the intruder, and why the Admiral wasn't letting them kill him. Valeria narrowed her eyes, giving the commander a hard look, I said you can leave, She repeated, her tone cold and sharp.
The commander flinched a little, and stepped away, Yes, Admiral. He motioned to the door and his men filed out, the commander following them out.
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Adenn nodded slightly as she agreed to his terms that he would be an ally and not just a mindless weapon. But his attention quickly turned to the door. The Mandalorian shifted, facing the entrance that he had sealed off, fingers flexing on his blaster. But before he could raise it the admiral moved between it and him. Adenn blinked a bit as she did that, then remained still.
The Mandalorian remained silent as she talked to her men, commanding them to depart. He had noticed that the commander of the Stormtropers had looked his way more then a few times, but for some reason it did not seem overly important at the moment. Adenn shook his head slightly as the soldiers left, furrowing his eyebrows. His head felt fuzzy for some reason, light. Had he know that she was part Zeltron, then of course he would know what was making him feel that way. But, as it was, his research on her had dug up nothing about that part of her heritage. Whoever she had hire to expunge it from public records had done an excellent job.
His eyes went to her, taking in how she looked from behind, studying her strong legs and round, tight bottom. She certainly kept herself in good shape. A small smile pulled up at the corners of Adenn's lips, a roguish grin starting to form. "Well, they certainly did not seem happy to see me," he said with a slightly amused tone. Of course if the tables were turned he would not have been happy to see them, for he had just slain a good number of their comrades. More then likely the floors of the halls outside were still coated with the blood.
He quickly holstered his blaster pistol, then asked her, "So. I think we have some things to discuss...?"
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Valeria watched the stormtroopers leave before she looked at the Mandalorian, raising a brow a little as he seemed amused by the animosity from her men. Well, you did just kill several of their friends, she reminded him, her tone not displeased or reprimanding, almost more of an exasperated amusement. She was glad at least to see that he wasn't remaining stiff and impersonal with her, though she suspected the effects of her Zeltron blood probably had something to do with that. She had indeed been careful to wipe all traces of that part of her heritage from the records, it hadn't been hard considering her father had done the same. The Empire had been very humanocentric, not being one hundred percent human made things difficult for you.
She nodded though as he spoke of things needing to be discussed, Of course, please, have a seat, she had a comfortable armchair near the chaise lounge, waving her hands towards it. First, she walked in the other direction, starting to undo the front of her uniform, What is your name? She asked him as she stepped behind a screen, stripping out of the gray-green uniform, tossing the garment into her dirty clothes and pulling a robe from a rack on the wall behind the screen with her, pulling it up and securing it with a hook at the waist as well as a sash. The robe was long and hardly revealing, in fact it covered her completely, but hugged her body in a more complimentary fashion than her uniform had and the dark blue-green color giving her a decidedly more feminine appearance.
Valeria left the screen, walking back to her chaise, bare legs occasionally peeking out from behind the gap between the two sides of the robe. She sat down, legs tucked under her, looking at the bounty hunter curiously.
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The Mandalorian shrugged slightly, then said softly, "I am fully aware of that. Were I in their position, I would be angered as well," he admitted. He had lost more then a few of his comrades before, but for some reason he found the image of the troopers acting like scolded dogs when she told them to go was funny to him. Perhaps it was because he was so used to being involved in many of the decisions. He had never seen action with a group larger then twenty or so with him and all of his commanders had been fairly open with their men. After all, if they knew the goals and objectives then it was far more likely that they could help the mission succeed. At least that was the thinking that he was used too.
When she motioned to the seat, he shook his head, then said softly, "I will remain standing for the moment. Thank you," he said to her. Besides, the chair looked... odd. Adenn was not used to plush and padded furniture. He was used to things being more spartan, more sensible. He watched her as she moved off an started to undo the top of her uniform. He arched an eyebrow and could not help a stray thought, wondering what it would look like to have her facing him and doing that.
But his mind was quickly rerouted as she asked him his name. "Adenn. Adenn Farr," he answered her promptly. As she slipped behind the screen he moved and sat his helmet down on the chair, then glanced over at the screen, watching as she removed a robe from a rack. But he was not prepare for how she looked when she came out from behind the screen. His eyes traced the lines of her form as he turned towards her, watching her sit.
Once she was seated he glanced at the chair, but then decided against it. The Mandalorian looked back to her then, his eyes focused on her as he said to her, "I am not going to apologize for what I did. I am sorry for the loss of your men, but because of the investment it takes to train soldiers." He did not call them good soldiers, for if they had been that then they would likely not be dead. He spoke up again a moment later, "Furthermore, know that if this arrangement between us is broken by your doing, I won't hesitate to default back to my previous contract."
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Valeria came from a wealthy family, her mother was a politician, her father an admiral himself before he retired, but had passed away only two years ago. Her mother had died when she was young, leaving her to be raised by her father. He'd been a hard man, but she was grateful to all the things he had taught her, that he had ensured she would always be able to take care of herself. They had maybe never felt a deep love for one another, not like how most people experienced with their parents or children, it had been more of a sense of duty and responsibility. He had had a responsibility to her as a father, and she had had a duty to him as his daughter. She supposed she'd been fond of him, but their relationship had been very much professional.
But she had grown up in rather posh and luxurious surroundings, this was nothing compared to the home she had lived in for much of her youth, it was more than enough for her though. Her years in the military had taught her what was really worth bothering over and what wasn't. If acquiring comfortable surroundings proved too much of an inconvenience, then she wouldn't do it. As it were though, most of the items had come her way very much by chance.
Valeria knew though that Mandalorians lived a far more Spartan lifestyle, so she wasn't surprised when he declined to sit down and instead remained standing. She herself settling into the chaise, leaning against the raised back, propped slightly on one elbow, her legs curled under her. She looked very much at home, like a queen in her domain. She listened to him though as he spoke, inclining her head a little, I understand, She told him quietly. She shifted a little and pushed some of her black hair out of her face, studying him for a moment, her eyes running over him. She didn't bother to hide the trace of her gaze, but the intent of it was hard to read, it could be entirely clinical, or not. She'd always found Mandalorians rather dashing though, and Adden ws particularly so.
Now, She broke her gaze to look at his face, I'll provide you with whatever it is you may need, lodgings, a ship, equipment. If you need anything in particular, you can either ask me directly or submit a request through our acquisitions office, whichever you prefer. She pursed her lips, Know though that of course any of the ships I give you do have tracers on them, standard procedure, and, she tilted her head slightly, know that just as if I break our agreement, you will not hesitate to default to your contact, if you break our agreement, I won't hesitate to kill you either. And do not mistake that I cannot. I do not take betrayal lightly.
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Adenn watched her as she relaxed, unable to help but notice how the position she was in highlighted her form. He might not have had a clue what the piece of furniture she was on was, but it certainly aided in making her appear far more feminine. His eyes moved to her face then and he could not help but notice how she was looking him over. He arched an eyebrow slightly, wondering what she was thinking. Was she looking at his weapons? His armor? He had to wonder a bit what had caught her notice.
But his eyes were brought back to hers when she spoke again, saying that he would have whatever he needed. Adenn nodded slightly, then said to her softly, "I already have my own ship. However I will need to go and retrieve it," he informed her. He was not about to take a ship from her that had a tracking device installed on it. He knew all to well that a skilled slicer could hijack a signal of a given craft and use it for their own purposes. However the idea of having access to other weapons and equipment was somewhat appealing. He might find at least one or two items he could use.
The conversation to a quick turn however as she brought up the contract issue. He listened to her, then nodded slightly at her promise to meet betrayal with the same violence that he had. He considered for a moment, then nodded again, "Then it seems to me like we understand each other admiral," he said to her. He considered for a moment, then asked her, "I suspect that you will not be trusting me implicitly right away. Not that I can blame you. But I must say that you really should not be living in such an obvious spot aboard the ship."
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Valeria nodded when he said he already had a ship, he simply needed to retrieve it, I will have a transport take you to do that by the end of the day then. She would have to figure out some other way to keep tabs on him. She had an extensive network of spies, but that wouldn't do for keeping track of a bounty hunter on a mission. He was right in that she would not be trusting him right away, but then, she trusted no one really. Trust was one luxury she could no afford. She watched everyone, from her officers down to her maintenance workers. How he had managed to slip through her net she wasn't sure, but she would have to see to it that this didn't happen again.
She blinked slightly and arched a brow at him when he spoke and suggested she not be living in so obvious a sport, a small smile curving her lips. Oh? And what would you suggest instead? She asked him, brushing a bit of fuzz from her thigh absent mindedly, And please, call me Valeria. If we are allies then you aren't required to call me 'Admiral'.
Valeria considered the implications of having a Mandalorian at her disposal now, wondering how she should go about testing him, who she should send him after, and when. She would need to think on this. Did she give him a challenge or something she knew he could handle him, which would be a better test? She knew which would put his skills on better display, but which would be better to test his personality, the way his mind worked, and how he would handle taking direction from her.
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Adenn chuckled a little bit when she said that she would have a transport take him to his ship. He shook his head a bit, then said to her, "First, it is more then a day away. Secondly, I will get it myself in my own good time." He did not want her to think that she controlled him. After all, they were supposed to be allies. He wanted it to be clear that he was not one of her soldiers, to be ordered about. The Mandalorian was his own man and, as such, he would do as he damn well pleased.
The Mandalorian could not help but smile a bit when she arched an eyebrow and smiled at him in response to his comment about where she lived. Soon she asked him where he would suggest. The Mandalorian shrugged, then said, "Anywhere but here. I mean with all the guards outside and the security you had around the room, it made it fairly obvious. Not only that but this is one of the rooms marked on the diagnostics for ships of this class for officer use. He somewhere unexpected, like tucked in by the engines. Or maybe you could even live in that assault cruiser you had built into the ship during that refit?" he suggested.
When she said that he should address her by her first name he inclined his head to her slightly out of respect. "Valeria... I can do that easily enough," he said, then chuckled a bit, "Though I might slip back to calling you admiral occasionally. Those months and months of training I underwent to join your forces made it something of a habit."
He considered her silently then, wondering how this had come about. Certainly his respect for her had grown over the time that he had served in her command. He had heard of how she punished officers who mistreated their men, how she expected the best of all her soldiers and gladly rewarded them for jobs well done. Adenn knew how many of her soldiers adored her, especially the fairly large contingent of female soldiers that she had under her command. Most Imperial forces were very male dominated, but that was not the case as much in her forces. The Mandalorian could not help but think how smart that was how... Mandalrian... it seemed to be.
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Valeria shrugged a little and tilted her head when he refused her offer of transport to his ship, Very well, I was merely trying to be helpful. That was partially true at least, she was trying to be helpful, but she was also trying to keep an eye on him. She wouldn't push it though. She'd figure out some other way to ensure that he was not simply going to kill her the moment he changed his mind about this. She'd have him killed if she so much as suspected that he was going to betray her.
She sat and listened to him as he suggested other places that she might claim as hers besides the obvious officer's quarters. Her lips curled in a smile and she rose a brow though when he suggested the assault cruiser she had had installed on the ship for her own private use, primarily for escape should the ship ever be compromised. But no one was supposed to know about that. Valeria chuckled softly, My, you have been busy haven't you? she shook her head a little, I will bring your suggestion into consideration then.
She smiled a little when he forewarned her of possible slip ups involving using her title rather than her name, I'll try not to be offended. Valeria gave a small sigh though and sat up, But if you'll excuse me, I've had a rather long day, if you have no other questions or requests I'd like to be left alone. I'll send an order to have you assigned your own quarters, I don't think you'll be very welcome in the barracks now. She also wanted to send orders to her intelligence units to start hunting down who the nobles were that had hired Adden. They needed to be dealt with.
Valeria was a good leader. She could be cruel, she could be a cold-hearted bitch that struck fear and pain into those who drew her ire, but she was not unnecessarily so. She knew the value of morale and loyalty, and she managed to earn it easily. Her men were loyal to her, fond of her even, she never let them forget she was an Admiral and they were her soldiers, but she didn't treat them as if that made them less than human or undeserving of respect. And she treated them all fairly and equally. Perhaps she'd never really been the stuff the Empire wanted anyway, and this was what she was really meant to do.
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"I appreciate the thought," Adenn said to her, though it only seemed half courteous, if that. They both knew that she had other reasons behind it, as did he. He was not yet sure if it was good that they distrusted each other or not. Only time would tell if he had made the correct decision or not. But one thing he knew for certain, he did not want her knowing the location of any of his safe havens if he could help it. More then likely he would have to go about finding some new ones now anyway, but the fewer of his old ones she knew about the better.
He appreciated how attentive she was when she listened to his suggestions about where she should relocate too. Adenn could not help the smirk that formed on his lips when she chuckled, seemingly in appreciation of what the details he knew about her "escape" craft. He shrugged a little bit and smiled, "Well when you are a technician you get to see the guts of a ship more then you would think. Also it affords you a bit of an excuse to explore places that most people never venture too," he told her.
But when she spoke next, explaining that she would like to be left alone he nodded a bit. However, when she said that she would order him to be assigned quarters he could not help but retort, "Actually I would rather find my on place on board the ship if you do not mind. I think it might be best if none of your men knew where I was sleeping." He knew well once something was entered into the database aboard ship that it would be accessible to anyone with the proper clearance, that undoubtedly included more then a few Stormtrooper officers.
Having said that he put his helmet back on, then said to her, "If that will be all, I will take my leave. I will contact you tomorrow."
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Valeria pursed her lips a little, looking a little displeased for the first time when he refused to let her assign him a room. His reason was sound, but this was her ship, and she disliked at least not knowing where it was at night he would be sleeping onhership. Perhaps she was a little territorial, but it had worked for her so far. She said nothing though, deciding it was an issue she could pursue later. So she merely inclined her head, Very well. She watched him grab his helmet and put it on, nodding slightly when he gave his farewell, Tomorrow it is then. And watched him leave.
The Admiral sagged slightly once the door had closed behind Adden and stayed closed for a couple seconds, letting out a tired sigh and running a hand over her face. What a day. It certainly hadn't ended anything like she had thought it would. She stood after a moment and went to the comm unit by her door, the first thing she did was request to have something very strong brought to her room, she needed a drink, the second thing was to send out an order to her intelligence unit to see her first thing in the morning. She had some very foolish nobles to flush out and shoot down.
The next morning she woke and went through her usual morning routine of stretching and a shower before she dressed in a fresh uniform and pulled her hair back into it's customary pony tail, giving her a far more severe and commanding look. Her day was busy, as usually, starting with her meeting with the head of her intelligence unit, telling him that she didn't care how much money it cost, how long it took, if he wanted to keep his job, if not his life as well, he would find the men who had hired Adden to kill her. Valeria wasn't going to put up with these sniveling little weasels trying to do her in. After that her day was rather run of the mill, her duel life as an Admiral and a Warlord kept her busy if nothing else. Sometimes she did miss her more simple days as a pilot, but she wouldn't really trade this to have that back.
Valeria hadn't see hide nor hair of the bounty hunter though, but she suspected he would turn up when he was ready. In the meantime, she decided he had had a point about her choice in location, and decided to look into the places he had suggested she take up instead. First was her private assault cruiser, leaving her guards behind, she boarded and was about to head to the cabin that was hers when she heard what sounded like voices coming from within the ship. Slipping her blaster out of it's holster, she crept down the hall stealthily, finding that the voices were coming from the mess hall, noticing that the lights were on inside as well. Reaching the doorway she peered around carefully, but blinked a bit at what she saw.
She could only shake her head and smirk as she walked into the mess hall, holstering her blaster. Making yourself at home?
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Adenn scratched his cheek as he sat up and then stretched. He really was glad that he was done with the entire cover and could be himself now, especially since it meant that he did not have to shave everyday. Hell, he might even grow himself a beard now that he did not have to pretend that he was following all of the dumbass Imperial regulations. The Mandalorian glanced around the room that he had requisitioned for his own use. It was fairly sparse, evidently meant for two minor officers to share, since there were two separate lockers and two beds. His own things, which pretty much just consisted of his armor at this point, were laid out on the other bed.
He rose and moved over to the bed, considering for a moment what he should wear... his current state of undress was a bit chilly to go walking around in ship. He picked up his shorts and undershirt, slipping both on before he slipped his feet in his boots. That done he grabbed his gun belt, hanging it over his right shoulder and then snatched his datapad off of his right gauntlet. Adenn moved to the door then, opening it and making his way out into the hallway. He flipped open his datapad and looked over the ships schematics, which he had downloaded from it's database the previous night. After looking them over for a minute or so he decided where he should head to first, then moved off.
It did not take him long to make his way to the mess hall, considering the ship was only one hundred meters long and only had three decks. When Aden entered the mess hall, the lights flicking on, he glanced around. Things were pretty barren, but there were two holoscreens on the wall. He moved over and flicked one on, then said to it, "Galactic news." An instant later the screen flicked over to a news program. He then turned away from the screen and set the datapad and belt down on a table and moved off again.
The Mandalorian found the kitchen quickly enough and set about taking stock. He was rather surprised to find some of the ingredients that were stocked there. She certainly did not skimp on stocking good things. Adenn set about cooking, having an idea for a dish that he had been craving for quite some time. He enjoyed himself as he prepared the ingredients and cooked them, making the dish just like his mother had taught him years and years before. After about forty minutes of prep and cooking he soon had a pot boiling away with a rather pleasant sent coming from it. All of that done he moved back out to the mess hall and sat on one of the stools attached to a table near the holoscreen, leaning back against the table as he watched the news. That was how she found him.
Adenn heard the footsteps as she walked into the hall and glanced over at her. He smiled a bit as she approached, noting how she was holstering a blaster. Her comment made him chuckle a bit though and he shrugged, "Yes, more so then you know. Making some gi dumpling soup just like my mum used too," he told her. He glanced back at the screen for an instant, then back to her, "What about you Valeria? How has your day been?"
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Valeria walked over to the table Adden was sitting at, sniffing a little as she went. She wasn't sure what he was cooking but it smelled good. She blinked a little when he told her though, Never had gi dumpling soup... she admitted, moving to sit on the stool next to him, glancing at the holoscreen. When he asked her about her day though she looked at him, quirking a brow. People rarely asked her how her day had been. That level of familiarity with superiors was highly discouraged within the Empire. And though they were no longer a part of the Empire, the training and mentality were still very much there.
It was fine, she shrugged, Busy, as usual. She looked back to the holoscreen, leaning back against the table a little, Anything of interest going on? Really, she knew just about anything worth knowing that was going on in the galaxy, especially if it was anywhere near her sector. It was her job to know, but she figured a little conversation couldn't hurt. She glanced at him again out of the corner of her eye, noting again that he was a rather handsome young man. How old he was she wasn't sure, but he seemed to be a few years younger than her.
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Adenn nodded a bit when she told him that she had never had gi dumpling soup. "I am not surprised," he told her softly, "It is a Mandalorian food after all." When she moved over next to him and actually sat down beside him he could not help but arch an eyebrow slightly. She was certainly being more personable then he thought she would have been. He had half been expecting their meetings to be brief and very formalized. However she seemed to rather comfortable around him, despite the fact that he had been intending to kill her the day before.
When he asked about her day he noticed how surprised she was. Undoubtedly that was an uncommon occurrence for her. But when she answered him he could not help but smiled a little. "I imagine it would be. I can't even begin to think of how much you have to do to run a fleet and a sector both. But undoubtedly part of doing that is finding good subordinates that you can delegate too." The largest command he had ever held was over a squad and that had been hard enough. However Imperial soldiers were not like Mandalorians in his experience, at all, since most of the soldiers seemed to be cowed and used to commands. Mandalorians only accepted leadership from those they respected, which made them far harder to handle.
A few moments later an alarm went off. "Well, the soup is ready. Would you care to have some?" he asked her as he stood. When he did that it became a bit more obvious that the shorts and shirt he was wearing were both rather tight, for they did not leave all that much to the imagination. He was fairly tall and lean, but was obviously muscular. Adenn moved off to the kitchen then, finding a knife to slice up some flurr-cle onion and manak leaves for garnish.
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What good would holding a grudge against Adden do her? She had not only kept him from killing her, she now had a very valuable weapon against her enemies. Did she trust him? No. But Valeria saw no reason to be aggressive towards him, or even overly professional. He wasn't one of her men, after all. She had to be stern and cold all day, so when presented with the chance to relax a little, she took it. And he had insisted on being her ally, so she wasn't going to treat him like a subordinate.
Valeria nodded when he spoke of the usefulness of delegation, The sector as well as the fleet are both entirely too large for me to run on my own. Having people who are more specialized handling things and just answering to me makes things much much easier. It meant she spent most of her time checking reports more than anything else, but that was easier than trying to do everything herself. She was careful about who she picked to run things. She wanted them independent enough to not have to ask her what to do every time they had to make a decision, but smart enough to know when something might need to be brought to her attention.
She looked up though when the alarm went off, shrugging a little at his offer, Why not? She hadn't eaten dinner yet, she had planned to do so after she was done here, might as well eat now. If this gi dumpling soup was any good that is. Valeria watched him leave, indeed noticing how tight the fabric of his clothes were, raising a brow slightly, more than a little distracted. When he was out of sight though she blinked a little and went back to watching the news.
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He listened as she described how she had handled the command and government of her fleet and government. Adenn nodded slowly and said softly, "That sounds like an entirely sensible way to run things. I am glad to hear that you are not an obsessive micromanager," he told her softly, smiling. In his mind it certainly boded well for her command and government if she was not trying to put her fingers in everyone's proverbial pie.
Soon enough he was dishing up two bowls of the soup and he topped both bowls with the flurr-cle onion and manak leaves. The hot soup more or less cooked the leaves and the onion and the steam that came off of the soup was glorious. Smiling he grabbed two spoons and picked up both bowls, moving out back into the mess hall. Soon enough he was setting a bowl down on the table behind he and said softly, "Apologies, but I had to use the quekka fish that you had in there. I have not seen one of those in a long while, but it made a rather wonderful stock for the dumplings to go into."
He sat down beside her and turned around, ignoring the news that was on. Adenn shook his head slowly and said softly, "I really need to get used to being back on a schedule that doesn't have me on third watch. I could not get to sleep until zero six thirty or later," he told her. The Mandalorian took hold of his spoon and dipped it into the broth, then brought it to his lips. He took a quick sip and then let out a happy groan. "Damn, I did this pretty damned well," he said softly to her, then glanced over, wondering what she'd think of the fish dumpling soup.
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Valeria looked back when the bounty hunter reappeared carrying two bowls of soup, raising her brows, well it smelled good, and it looked good, she supposed she'd be finding out if it actually tasted any good. She turned around in her seat to face the table, glancing at him when he apologized for using some of her quekka fish. She made a dismissive motion with her hand and shrugged, It's fine. Not like it's getting used right now anyway, just make a note of what you do use so it can be replaced. She told him, picking up her spoon and swirling it about in the broth and dumplings a little, mixing the leaves and onion in and trying to get it to cool a little.
She smirked a little when Adden told her what time he'd finally fallen asleep, You were falling asleep not too long after I was just waking up. She woke most morning between 0500 and 0600, and was usually out and starting her day around 0630, days where she let herself sleep in were rare. She generally had to be sick, or it was a holiday. She often let all but the most crucial departments have holidays off. She didn't get them off, but having most of her officers and delegates off meant she did have more free time than usual and she usually took advantage of it by sleeping in.
Valeria glanced at her own soup when Adden tried it and seemed pleased, she followed suit spooning some broth and a dumpling as well as a bit of onion onto her spoon and eating it. Her tongue moved in her mouth as she took a moment to figure out the different tastes going on with the soup, then she nodded her head a little. Not bad, She agreed, finding she liked it, before getting another spoon full, eating quietly for a moment. She didn't always feel like talking, she spent most of her day doing just that, so moments of silence were to be enjoyed for her.
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He nodded a bit when she said that he could use what he wanted to, but to keep a note of what he used. "I can do that," Adenn said to her softly, then asked, "Shall I send it to you? Or perhaps to the crewmen you have that keep the ship prepped?" He was certain that she had a small contingent of people that knew about the small assault cruiser, after all, it was not like she could crew it by herself. Undoubtedly she had technicians, troopers, pilots, officers and a myriad of other people to see to it that she got out of the Eigengrau if she ever needed too.
When she informed hm that he had fallen asleep when she had woken up, he chuckled a bit. "Well when was the last time you had to be on third watch? I bet you're used to getting a solid six to eight hours every night," he said with a slightly teasing tone. Undoubtedly the admiral held herself to higher standards then she even expected of her soldiers, so he would not be surprised if she tried to get the maximum amount of work done that she could every single day. But then again maybe she was a little bit easier on herself now? After all she had earned her rank. Really he was not too sure yet, considering he barely knew her.
His mind was pulled off his contemplation as she tried the soup and said that it was not bad. Adenn smiled a bit and glanced at her, speaking softly, "I am glad that you do not think it is horrible." He ate a bit more then, remaining silent as he finished off his bowl of soup fairly quickly. Adenn sighed a bit, looking at the bowl for awhile and then said, "It would have been a lot better with yos'er sauce. I have some on my ship, so when I grab it I'll have to make this so you can try it with a bit of that."
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Either one, she shrugged. She did have a picked crew ever on stand by if she needed them to man this ship to escape the Eigengrau, she honestly hoped she never had to, but it was foolish to merely hope for the best, you always had to prepare for the worst as well. All of the men were informed of the bare minimum, only the technicians who maintained the ship really knew about it. The rest were merely told that if they received their orders, to report to this part of the ship, from there they'd be brought on board, and they'd leave.
Valeria looked at the bounty hunter out of the corner of her eye at his comment about her sleeping habits, I try. Was all she really said in response. She did try to get as much sleep as possible, but sleep did not always come easily to her. For the most part, she was not the type to worry unnecessarily about things. Either she could do something about it right then or she couldn't, but still, she had a lot on her plate, and more things that could go wrong than the average person could even think of. If it ever got to be too much of a problem she would simply take something to sleep, but she disliked doing that as it often made her groggier than usual in the morning. She did hold herself to a very high standard though, she always had.
She ate beside him quietly, though she still had a little bit left when he finished. She ate the last bit while he spoke of improving it with Yos'er sauce, nodding a bit. That sounds fine, she told him, finishing the last of her own soup and leaving her spoon in the bowl. Valeria glanced at the holoscreen but then looked at Adden, Would you like to hear the first goal I have to offer you? She asked him, deciding they had been pleasant and personal enough and that it was time to be a little more professional instead.
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Adenn smiled a bit, then said softly, "Well I will need a way to contact either you or them. As it stands my only way of contacting you is to walk up to your door and knock. Although I doubt that your current guards would be all to appreciative of that." He was of course exaggerating more then a bit, because he could always contact one of her subordinates and try and get a hold of her though channels, but he doubted very much that she would want anyone interfering with the business that was between them. At least he hoped that she did not.
He glanced over at her a bit as she ate. She seemed content with the soup, but had not made any further comment on it. Perhaps it was not as pleasing to her palette as it was to his? After all it was a dish that he had only known Mandalorians to make. Certainly her exposure to their food would likely be limited. Perhaps he would have to cook for her more often. In his experience sharing meals together usually brought people together more. They certainly would need to be on the same page about things and he figured that would be a decent way to encourage communication, since people were usually more relaxed when they were eating.
Soon enough they had both finished and she asked if he'd like to hear about a mission she had in mind. Adenn shrugged a bit, then smiled, "Sure. But let me go get the pot first if this is going to take some time." He rose then and departed without waiting for her to say that he could. The Mandalorian moved into the kitchen and retrieved the pot and the ladle, tossing the rest of the leaves and onion into the soup before he brought it out. He set the pot on the table, which was made of plasteel of some kind and it would be able to handle any residual heat.
When he sat back down he sat across from her and reached over to fetch his bowl. He then grabbed her bowl and dished out more for her before he did so for himself. "So, what is this mission that you have in mind?" he asked her.
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Since it's not something that is a very dire situation, I'll give you the information to my personal line. You can leave any messages there for me, about whatever it is you think I should know, She told him. She'd rather not have any of her assistants (as she had several) interrupting her with a message that her private ship's pantries were running low on quekka fish.
Valeria watched him leave, her brow quirking a bit, he needed the whole pot of soup? That seemed a tad much but she shrugged and went back to watching the news while she waited, looking at him as he ladled more soup into his own bowl, and then hers. She pursed her lips a little, not having wanted any more. The soup was good, but she wasn't hungry anymore, not wanting to be rude though, she ate a little before she started her explanation.
As I'm sure you're aware, I have New Republicans on either side of me. So far they've been content with small raids and skirmishes, I have enough in the way of man power and guns to keep them from really wanting to risk a full out war, She sipped at the broth a little more, I have recently received information that a New Republic task force will be arriving at Clak'dor VII. This could become a real thorn in my side. Valeria frowned slightly. Unlike many of her peers who were former officers and higher ups within the Empire, she did not dismiss the New Republic. She knew they weren't mere rebel scum anymore, they were now a government, and soon to be the new super power in the galaxy. She would avoid making herself enough of a threat to warrant more serious attention as long as she could, but she couldn't just ignore this move.
I only need you to go Mezhra Station, and delay the task force's refueling so that I can carry out a raid I'd had planned for some time now without having to deal with them. If I can get that done, I'll be taking out the New Republic base on Virmeude, she finished by drinking some broth. She gave him a moment to process before asking, What do you say? It wasn't an overly challenging mission, but dangerous none the less. She thought it would be a good test of his skills, for her at least, she was sure he knew his own abilities well enough.
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"Sounds like a plan," Adenn said and smiled a bit. It boded well, at least in his mind, that she was willing to give him a direct line to contact her. Although it could have been that she just did not want anyone else to deal with him. But he elected to look on it as a positive rather then a negative, figuring that would be the best approach for their alliance.
The Mandalorian tucked into his next bowl of soup, even as she started to lay out the details of the mission. He nodded at appropriate times but remained silent otherwise the occasional slurp of broth. The overview of what she wanted done was fairly brief and could be boiled down easily; she wanted the refueling stopped. She had not specified how he did it, the only limit on it being that it needed to be done so that she could take out a New Republic base.
Adenn considered for a moment when she asked him if he'd take the job. But rather then answering her, he instead asked her some questions of his own, "First; when is the task force supposed to arrive? Second; when are you planning on raiding their base? Third; is the station purely military or are there also civilians? And lastly; do I get a day or three free so I can at least get laid before I possibly go off and get myself killed?" The last question was asked completely deadpan, then he smirked and winked at her, unable to help but toy with her a little bit.
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It was mostly out of convenience, partially because she didn't want anyone else dealing with him, but mostly out of convenience. Valeria's life was difficult enough as it was without having to jump through hoops to find something out from him. She only hoped he showed her some respect and actually kept her informed of things worth knowing. In a way though she was glad he'd chosen her ship as his quarters, it was out of the way, off the records, but she had access to it as well.
She listened to his questions though, head tilted slightly to the side, but raised her brows and smirked at his last question. The refueling will be in a week, I'll be ready in six days but will need another day or two to carry out the raid, so you have a relatively small window unfortunately, She answered the first two, And the station is primarily civilian. It does have a small military presence on board, but not much. Valeria gave a small laugh under her breath as she reached the last question, You may leave when you like, as long as you make the window, as for getting laid in the case that you don't make it back, that is entirely up to the women on this ship. She thought about volunteering, but it was a fleeting, trivial thought, not a serious one.
So instead she stood, Thank you for the soup, she said, inclining her head slightly, I should probably be going though. I have a few things to finish before I can retire for the night. Valeria turned and walked out of the mess hall, Good luck with getting laid, she called over her shoulder, giving a small wave before she disappeared out into the dark hallway.
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Her reaction to his questions, especially his last one, caused Adenn to grin a bit. He rather like getting her to smirk, smile, laugh, chuckle or otherwise enjoy herself in his company. It certainly went to show that she was not some heartless autocratic automaton. As she answered his questions he nodded a little, reaching out and grabbing his datapad and quickly entering in the information as notes. He wanted to be sure that he got things right after all, especially with such a short window. But when she came to his last question, he looked up at her, smiling a bit, "Well I would ask for volunteers..." he started, then let out a sigh, "But with this time frame I will have to get going to make sure that both myself and my partner had an enjoyable time."
But soon enough she was standing an thanking him. He nodded and replied, "Anytime." He watched her as she strode away, not expecting her well wishes. Adenn laughed and called after her, "Thanks. Just be sure you take that base out!" The Mandalorian looked at the door that she had just left through for a little bit, then glanced back to his soup. He stirred around a few demplings and then sighed. He poured the soup that he had not eaten back into the plot and then picked the pot up, taking it back to the mess hall and putting it into a flash freeze container. He had work to do now... best get too it.
Nine days later Adenn jumped his ship into the Spuma system. It did not take all to long for a picket corvette to hail him. "Unidentified ship, transmit clearance code or be destroyed," the corvette transmitted to him. Well, there was one lovely little thing that he and the High Admiral had both overlooked. "I do not have a clearance c..." the Mandalorian started, but he was quickly cut off by the corvette. "Send the clearance code or prepare to be brought in! If you resist..." Adenn cleared his throat then, cutting off the man that was speaking, "This is Adenn Farr. I am expected aboard the Eisengrau. I suggest that you run that name through your system." There was no response for over five minutes, but Adenn did not move his ship. Finally the corvette piped up again, "You are clear to proceed to the Eisengrau."
Smirking a bit to himself the Mandalorian firewalled his ship's engines, racing past the corvette. He sped on towards the Eisengrau and was not contacted by anyone else until he neared the larger ship. Then the voice that contacted him was far more pleasant and directed him to land in the small hanger bay at the rear of the command tower. Adenn replied, piloting his ship to the hanger that he had been cleared for. Soon enough he was setting the ship down.
With a sigh he stood, checking the systems over. The old Rogue-class starfighter had been extensively modified after he came to own it, so it was rather unique. He made sure to shut off the automated proximity blaster cannon that would shoot at anything that did not have an indicator beacon keyed to the ship. Time would tell if that decision was a good one or not. He then retracted the cockpit screen and hopped out of the ship. He was in full gear, even wearing the dark cloak that was technically illegal for him to posses.
His boots had barely touched the deck when one of the doors that lead into the rest of the ship opened. Through it came a rather spiffy looking young female lieutenant came walking through. She was wearing a black dress uniform, indicative of being a member of the Stormtrooper Corps. Adenn arched an eyebrow, not that she could see it, as she approached and stopped about a meter from him. "The High Admiral requests your presence," the woman said to him brusquely. Adenn nodded a bit and said, "Lead the way." The lieutenant turned sharply then and walked towards the door without another word. He paused for a moment, then followed after her.
Soon the two boarded a lift tube and headed down to one of the lower levels... one that the assault cruiser was on. He did not say anything or react, but he smiled as the lieutenant lead the way, heading right towards the smaller ship. Soon enough they were going through a security door that allowed them access. The lieutenant paused there, then looked at him, "She is waiting for you in her quarters." He inclined his head to her and watched the lieutenant walk off before he closed the door and made sure it sealed. That done he strolled through the ship, heading for the upper deck. The Mandalorian stopped in front of a door then and pressed a button on the pad to the right side of it, speaking, "Room service," he said in a joking tone.
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It had been nice to stretch her metaphorical muscles a bit in the raid on the Virmeude base. She had sent a small but elite ground team to carry out a precision strike against one of their buildings with the goal of attaining some very valuable information pertaining to the New Republic's plans for that particular sector. Once they were out though, the orbital bombardment had begun, and that darker, crueler side of Valeria had found some twisted pleasure in watching the explosions rock and ravage the surface of the planet. Nothing would survive thanks to the occasional bunker buster they dropped as well. Only when she'd been satisfied by the sight of the charred and burning surface had they left. And to her relief, the New Republic's task force hadn't arrived to make things difficult, it seemed that her new ally had completed his mission.
She'd held back putting him through the cleared list of outside personnel allowed anywhere near her ships, just in case he hadn't, but with the success of her raid she went ahead and added his name, and left instructions to have Adden brought to her as soon as he arrived. She'd taken his advise to move her quarters under advisement, as she had said she would, and after discussing it a bit with her actual advisers, they had agreed it a prudent move. They still had everything set up as if her room was the one she had been staying in, but she was no longer there, instead having claimed her private quarters on the vessel. They were actually even more luxurious than the ones before, considering that the private vessel wasn't military made and there for made more with cost and space efficiency in mind.
She'd just gotten out of the shower, still feeling a little exhausted from the raid. It had been a very stressful few days leading up to it, and that stress had been slow to dissipate. The raid had been successful, but there were still a lot of things that could go wrong after wards. So far, nothing had, and she was starting to relax. Wrapped up in a slightly fluffy red robe and drying her black hair with a towel, Valeria was sitting on a couch off to one side in her room, it had a holo screen in front of it, but currently some sort music was playing in the background instead. Her skin was still pink from the heat of the water and the scrubbing it had received, but her skin often turned pink rather easily and stayed that way for a fair bit thanks to her Zeltron heritage. The only other outward sign of it though were her eyes, which were a slightly odd color for a human, being a dark blue-purple. The purple though was only obvious more in sunlight, the artificial lights of the indoors didn't show it.
She looked up at the soft ping from her door, announcing some one's arrival, and then heard the voice come through her comm. Smirking, Valeria stood and draped her towel over the back of her couch before going to the door, opening it to give Adden an amused, if some one exasperated, look before waving him in and closing the door behind him. Returning to the couch and resuming the treatment of her hair with her towel, she looked at him. I take it your mission was a success, seeing that mine was as well.
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Adenn was a bit surprised when she answered the door in... well... a red fluffy robe. It just seemed almost a bit more feminine then he thought she was, softer, though in a good way. He could not help but smile a little bit behind his helmet as she motioned him inside. The Mandalorian followed after her and teasingly said, "Now I am wondering what type of service I got called here to do." Considering how she had reacted to his initial jest he assumed that she would react favorably to this one also.
But, sooner then he would have liked, things turned to business. The Mandalorian reached up to his helmet, unlocking and then removing it. He'd grown quite a bit of dark auburn scruff on his face since she had seen him last time and looked the part of a mercenary far more then he had before. "You have not seen the news on the HoloNet?" he asked her, rhetorically, since it was rather obvious that she had not seen the outcome of his mission.
He strode over to the holoscreen in front of her couch, flicking it on and having it change to project. A moment later a three dimensional image of Clak'dor VII was hovering in the air before her. Orbiting it were two space stations, the larger one about two hundred kilometers across and about half that wide. Not many details could be made out about the station itself, but two smaller images of Mon Calamari style cruisers approached the station. The news commentator was going on at this point about how six hours after the cruisers docked, there was an explosion by one of the refueling lines, which was mirrored on the projection. Soon enough there were more explosions and both of the New Republic cruisers and most of the smaller ships with the task force attached to the station could be seen exploding as more explosions rippled through the station itself. But that was nowhere near the end of it. The large station began to move, slowly at first, then quicker, orbiting the planet one last full time, trailing damaged and fleeing vessels in it's wake. But soon enough the station's orbit degraded completely and it plummeted towards the planet. The impact was shown on the hologram, with a huge plume of debris flying out into space. The newscaster then went on to describe how the death toll on the planet had risen past four hundred million, nearly a tenth of the planet's population, and was expected to rise even more.
Adenn stood there for awhile, letting all of this play out, then glanced at her, "You tell me," he said to her softly.
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Valeria was a creature that enjoyed comfort. She'd grown up in luxury, but once she'd gotten old enough to no longer be considered a child in her father's eyes, so around twelve, comfort had become a rare luxury for her. So in private, she was quick to shed her uniform like it was a shell of duty and responsibility and try to relax. Robes were her garment of choice when she was lone or in limited company, the fluffy ones were good for after a shower as they helped to absorb the excess water from her skin. And while she was certainly also a creature of duty, she had chuckled a little under her breath at his teasing question. Humor was rather lacking in her life really, she had little time for such things, and none of her subordinates really had the nerve to crack jokes with the Admiral. Perhaps I should have asked you to make me a late night snack? Or do you only know how to cook soup? She had quirked a brow at him from the couch while he removed his helmet.
Her brows raised through when he asked if she had seen the news on the HoloNet, not answering since she caught that it was a rhetorical question. She paused in drying her hair to watch once he had turned the holoscreen on and the news report on Clak'dor VII played. Slowly a smile spread across her lips and when it was finally done she looked at him, grinning a little, Well you certainly didn't fail to deliver. She told him, though thinking that he was perhaps a bit of a show off, not a bad thing in this case at all. Well done, she nodded, chuckling softly again. I think a drink is in order to celebrate our success, She told him, I have a few bottles of very good wine tucked away in the kitchen, what do you say?
Of course, feel free to return to your quarters to change or whatever else you need to do, She clarified, Or, if you're tired, you can pass. Though I'd rather not drink alone. Valeria rose her brows, waiting for his answer before she bothered to go change herself, not wanting to go walking around in her robe.
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A chuckle came from Adenn as the admiral suggested that she could have had him make a snack. The Mandalorian smiled a bit and retorted quickly, "I can make other things. Of course I might not have to, depending on what you have an appetite for," he teased her back, wondering if she would pick up on the innuendo. He did not know why he felt the impulse to joke and tease with her in such ways. Perhaps it was always because he saw her alone and usually she was not smiling when she was not in his company. Being a high admiral had to be a lonely life.
Adenn watched her as she watched the hologram, noting how she paused in drying her hair to play closer attention. The smile that spread across her lips, which grew to a grin, was a little but surprising, but he could not help but feel a slight surge of satisfaction at that reaction. When she said that he had not failed to deliver he inclined his head to her, smiling himself. A moment after she had said it was well done, he spoke up, "Oh, but there is more to it." The Mandalorian had a mischievous glint in his eye as he went on, "I am quite sure I pulled the job of clean and free. Any security logs with me on them are very likely to have been destroyed. This allows you a rather unique opportunity," he paused for a moment, then said, "Why not send them aid? Surely receiving help from such an unexpected source would be an even bigger shock. Not only that, but imagine the light it would cast you in on more of the non-human worlds? Undoubtedly that would be an advantage that many of the other warlords would not have."
When she suggested that they share a drink, he could not help but smile and incline his head to her, "I gladly accept the invitation," he said to her softly. When she suggested that he leave and change, he chuckled a bit and looked at his armor, "You do not approve of what I am wearing?" he joked a bit. His eyes took in the sight of her as she rose and turned away, evidently going to change. "There is no need for that," he said to her softly, "Relax. I can go and get out of my armor and bring the wine back here if that would suit you," he suggested.
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Valeria wondered if all Mandalorians were as prone to flirting and teasing in private as Adden, or if it was just him, or maybe it was her, or both. After all, she didn't have much in the way of control over the pheromones she could release, she'd learned over the years what triggered them, but even then she wasn't always aware of them. She couldn't lie and say that she wasn't attracted to the bounty hunter, but it usually took a little more than just being around a handsome man to trigger that kind of reaction from her body. Still though, she smirked a little at his innuendo, a sly sort of expression on her face, "Perhaps, do you come with a menu?" Being a High Admiral was indeed a lonely life, she kept a professional distance between herself and everyone around her, flirting was rare now that she had no peers that were her own rank or above, or even civilians who were worth her notice. She could have sex whenever she liked, she knew that, and did, but it was easy because if the person became a problem, she could simply have them transferred. Adden though, well, she didn't really have that option. She was still unsure of him, and so she tread carefully.
She listened attentively though when Adden proposed a rather unusual idea, making her raise a brow. Give them aid? Her lips pursed slightly, but even though it was perhaps an odd notion, she could see the opportunity in it, and the potential advantage. Valeria made a soft, thoughtful noise as she considered the implications and logistics for a moment and then nodded slightly, I'll talk it over with my advisers and see what we can do, it's a good idea. Thank you. She told him honestly, inclining her head a little.
Valeria raised her brows a little when he joked about her not approving of what he was wearing, Not at all, I find Mandalorian armor rather dashing actually, I just have no idea how comfortable it is to sit around and drink in. The slight smile on her face though made it clear she knew he'd been joking, still though, she felt like a small explanation couldn't hurt. She paused though when he told her there was no need for her to change, that he could go change instead and bring the wine back to her room. She considered it for a moment before nodding, If you don't mind, that sounds nice.
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Adenn could not help but notice the look that had come over her features in response to his flirt, that alone certainly made it worthwhile. But when she replied with a flirt of her own, he could not help the grin that formed on his lips. The Mandalorian chuckled a little bit, then replied, "Actually I do. You may order a la carte or their are some rather pleasant combination plates that I think you might enjoy." He could not help but find her responding in such a way rather encouraging. Maybe she was loosening up to him a bit even? Adenn was a bit surprised that he found himself hoping that that was indeed the case.
But soon the conversation turned to the idea that he had suggested to her. He inclined his head to her when she said that she would discuss it with her advisers and even thanked him. "You are welcome," he began before going on, "It is not something that I would normally suggest. But I had been doing some reading on the Great Galactic War. The Sith used a similair tactic several times and had rather good success. I normally do not hold to their tactics, but in this case I could not help but think that it could be used to good affect. And considering the proximity of that system to your sector, I imagine only good could come of having them think better of you."
He could not help but smile when she commented about how his armor looked dashing. "Thank you," he said to her softly before he went on, "And it really is quite comfortable, or at least I think so. Then again I have been wearing armor like this since I was fourteen years old. It is more or less a second skin for me at this point."
Soon enough she spoke again, saying that his idea sounded nice. Adenn inclined his head and smiled, "Good. Is there any wine in particular that you would care to have?" he asked her.
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Valeria retrieved her towel and began drying her hair again, pausing when Adden asked her if there was a particular wine she wanted. She pursed her lips in thought for a moment, then held back a smirk, The Zeltron spiced wine I think. Maybe that was a bad idea, but well, he seemed interested in her, and she was certainly interested in him, though she knew that she shouldn't be. He had tried to kill her only a little over a week ago, after all, but then, what better way to pull him a little more under her sway? Women had been using sex to their advantage since well... ever, was it her fault that it was an effective strategy when used appropriately?
She watched him leave, drying her hair for a few more moments before she turned the holoscreen off and turned her music back on. It was soft, but rhythmic music, a mixture of instrumental and electronic, more relaxing than anything else, and went to change out of her fuzzy robe since it was now a little damp from acting as a giant towel. She blow dried her hair the rest of the way, leaving it down, and put on a dry robe, this one not nearly so fuzzy considering it was silk, and a deep, rich blue in color. The fabric was certainly more revealing than the fuzzy cotton of her previous one, clinging to her to form to the shapes of her body rather than just hanging loosely.
Returning to her couch she sat down, taking her glasses from the table beside it and sliding them onto her face so she could read a data pad she had regarding the information she'd had her team retrieve from the base before they'd destroyed it. She turned it off and set it aside though when she heard door ping, getting up and opening to door rather than just having it open itself, in case Adden needed some help. Find everything okay? she asked once it slid open, Need me to get anything?
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Adenn nodded when she said what wine she would like, smiling a bit, "I've never had it," he admitted to her, then said, "But if you enjoy it then I am sure it is good." The mercenary certainly did find the high admiral attractive. Physically she was a prime specimen of the feminine form, at least in his mind; sleek but not overly thin, having curves, tall, toned. He did not understand how a man could not find that attractive. But more and more he was also finding her personality well suited to his. She seemed to appreciate his humor and, so far, they had worked well together, after the initial setback of him trying to kill her and all. Why he had not gone through with that he still was not entirely sure, but he was also glad that he had not at the same time. He'd have to try and balance those at some later point.
He left her room and headed for his own, which was on the same level as hers. Adenn still had not brought any of his personal affects into the room and, as he entered, it look just as barren as when he had left. The bed he had slept in was even still unmade. What was he eve going to change into? Since he did not want to go back to his ship he decided to check the lockers and actually found a set of standard workout clothing that was worn by Imperials of every rank and branch it seemed. The loose fighting black pants could be turned into shorts and the light grey shirt was tight fitting and designed to wick away sweat. They would do for now. He quickly tripped out of his armor, placing it and his weapons, undersuit, shit and shorts on the other bed. That done he donned the workout clothing, finding the pants and shirt both fit well, but then again they were meant to fit all sizes.
Soon enough he moved out and made his way to the kitchens. It took a little searching, but he found the wine she wanted, three bottles of it. He grabbed all three along with two glasses, then made his way back to her door. Since his hands were full he used his elbow to ring her door. Soon enough she opened it and he could not help that his eyes widened a bit at the sight of her. She'd changed into another robe... this one causing her to look far more appealing then the other. He could not help but smirk a bit as he replied to her, I found everything fine..." He made his way inside then, setting the wine bottles on the table in front of her couch. He quickly opened one and poured some into both of the glasses. Smiling he moved back over to her, offering her one, "I am sincerely hoping that this arrangement will be long lasting and very beneficial to us both," he said softly.
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Valeria's brows rose about as high as they could when she saw him carrying not one but all three bottles of wine, My, you don't have a drinking problem do you? She teased a little, though was honestly now wondering if maybe he did. Three bottles of wine for two people was a fair bit. She followed him to the coffee table though, standing aside as he opened one of the bottles, crossing her arms under her bust, keeping them crossed for the most part as she took the glass he offered her, giving him a small smile and inclining her head, As do I. The wine was a deep red-violet color, and it's odor was sharp and not exactly pleasant, but it had a good taste besides that, a low sort of simmering sweet heat. Don't let the smell throw you off, she assured him, It tastes rather good. She sipped at it herself, the taste familiar and pleasant to her, moving to sit on the couch, one leg tucked under her.
So, tell me a little about yourself Adden, she requested, sipping her wine again and glancing up at him. She had managed to dig up a little information about him, but not much, and she'd rather just hear it from him anyway.
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Adenn chuckled a little bit at her jest, then shook his head. "Actually, I rarely if ever indulge," he admitted to her, then added, "I just was unsure how long you intended on our celebration lasting." After all, they had just both been involved in some rather intensive action, granted of different kinds. His had been more stealth oriented where her's had been more about kicking in someones front door. Needless to say, they both deserved a little time to relax, at least in his mind.
He had paused when he turned to offer her the glass, unable not to notice how her arms were crossed. It certainly drew attention to her... well... But thankfully she spoke in reply to him, causing him to look into her eyes. He smiled and nodded, then took a sip of the wine a moment after she told him that the smell should not worry him. He made an appreciative sound in his throat, then said, "I typically am not one for wines. But I must say that this is rather good."
His eyes followed her as she moved to the couch and he considered for a moment before he joined her, sitting cautiously as if expecting he would fall through or something. When he did not he moved to rest an arm along the back of the couch and stretched out his toned legs. Adenn arched an eyebrow when she asked about him, then shrugged and took a sip of the wine. "Not much to know really," he said softly, then glanced at her, smiling a bit as he countered, "Why do you ask?" The wine in the meantime was causing a rather warm and pleasant feeling, rather unlike any drink he had had before, so Adenn took another sip.
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Valeria let out a soft sigh, I rarely have the opportunity to indulge either. I have to be up so early most mornings that drinking the night before is generally a bad idea. She left the other reason unsaid, she didn't enjoy drinking alone, and that was really her only option most of the time. So it was nice to have some one to actually drink with for once. But tomorrow I will actually have the opportunity to sleep in a little, the aftermath of the raid is calming down and we'll be returning to the Eriadu system. Until I get back though, the majority of the fleet is still operating in auxiliary mode, so I won't be in such high demand, she seemed pleased with this, since she would agree with him that they both deserved some time to relax.
She gave Adenn a small smile when he said that he liked the wine, I'm glad, She sipped at her own, enjoying it as well. Then she watched him settle onto the couch, amused by his apprehension. Did Mandalorians not have couches? He looked as if he suspected it was going to eat him. Valeria chuckled softly under her breath and into her wine, but then arched a brow at his rather meager answer to her question.
I'm curious, She shrugged, Or would you rather me start? I didn't peg you as the shy type. Valeria teased, eyes glittering a little with a mischievous sort of amusement. The wine settled in her stomach in a pleasant little pool of heat. It effected everyone differently, some people were highly susceptible to the aphrodisiac spices and fruits of Zeltron, others were not, and like the hormones that she produced, a person's mood had a great determining factor on how much or how little a person was effected, or how slowly or quickly.
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He listened to her as she explained how she normally did not get to indulge, but then went on to say that she could be cause she would be able to sleep in the next day. That caused him to smile and he could not help but say, "Well then you do not have any excuse now," he said, pausing for a moment as he felt a little of the heat from the wine swell, which caused him to add, "So now you have to indulge. In wine or... other things... that you might find pleasing." Adenn watched her, intent on seeing her reaction to his statement, a small smile playing upon his lips.
As she told him that she had inquired about his back ground out of curiosity, he nodded a bit... then snorted as she declared that he was the shy type. His eyes fixed on hers, noticing the mischievous amusement in hers. He just held her gaze for awhile, taking another, long sip of wine. He then lowered the glass and began to speak, "I was raised on one of the moons of Shukut, Ivora. It was a rather bleak place, barely going above freezing even in the warm season. So I imagine you can see why I would have wanted to leave." Of course that was not even close to being everything, but he held the rest back. Adenn smiled and said softly, "Although, with the right company to help stay warm, I imagine I might have had more reason to stay."
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Valeria smirked a little and sipped her wine when he told her had no excuse now then not to indulge herself in some good wine, but her brow arched when he added the option of other... things, that she might find pleasing. She laughed softly, grinning a little, the white of her teeth flashing just slightly, Adenn Farr, are you flirting with me? She asked him, grinning into her wine before she took another sip, clearing her throat a little. Well, the wine was certainly having an effect. She couldn't say it wasn't working on her a little as well, feeling a pleasant heat spreading through her body from her core, soothing and energizing at the same time.
She waited patiently as Adenn seemed to decide whether to answer her or not, though he'd seemed to disagree with her statement that he was shy. So she listened when he finally told her where he'd grown up, nodding slightly, and smirking as he added that he might have been more inclined to stay if he had had the right company. So then no girl waiting for you back home? Valeria inquired, though it was mostly a rhetorical question, since he'd said as much. She sipped at her wine some more before giving her own answer, I grew up on Denon, in the Iseno sector. It's second in population only to Coruscant. It is completely covered in urban sprawl, if I were inclined towards business I might have stayed, but I joined the academy instead. She shrugged her shoulders, the action accompanied by the whisper of silk, and she drained the last of her glass, leaning over to the table to pour herself some more, her long black hair spilling over her shoulders as she did and the fabric pulled tight along her back as she moved, the shift of muscle obvious through the silk.
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The look on her face as she processed what he had said caused him to smile widely. He response made him chuckle and Adenn could not help but respond quickly, "Is it not obvious?" he asked her. He was feeling warmed by the wine, but he told himself that that was not what was causing this reaction. Why would it? It was just a normal wine after all. Besides, he had found her appealing even before he had had the wine.
When she asked him if there was a girl back home he shrugged a bit. "No," he answered her, despite the question being rhetorical, then went on, "Besides, there were only a few thousand people that lived there at most. Not many girls to even pick from." When told him about where she had grown up he arched an eyebrow and then chuckled. "Well, I cannot imagine a place any more different then my home," he told her softly. He took another sip, then said, "I have been to Nar Shadda, which is also covered in city. I cannot say that I liked it very much."
Adenn fell silent however when she leaned over and poured herself another glass of wine. He could not help but notice the muscle on his back and how it shifted underneath her robe. He finished off his own wine, then asked her, "Might I ask... how often do you work out Valeria?" He could not help but wonder because it seemed that she was often so busy, how could she even cram it into her day?
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Oh no, it's certainly obvious, Valeria laughed a little, straightening with a refilled glass of wine in her hand, leaning back against the couch, cross her legs at the knee, the calf of her raised leg slipping out from between the gap in folds of her robe, shapely and toned. At his question about her working out though she blinked a little, thinking it a very odd change in topic. Ah, well if you mean lifting weights, about once a week, but I work in some exercises every morning when I get up and then at night before bed, She shrugged a little, I don't really have time to work out all the time so I have to work with what time I do have.
She shipped her wine, feeling that pleasant heat radiating out into her limbs, brushing gently against her mind. Valeria let out a content sort of sigh, leaning her head back against the back of the couch, a small smile on her lips, This is nice, I haven't had the chance to just relax in some time. She got to steal an hour or two a day to have to herself, usually she spent it reading one of the many books she owned, or she would go to the piano she had tucked away in a small room adjacent to her office and play it some, finding music in general soothing.
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Adenn smiled a bit, then said softly, "Well I am glad that it did not escape your notice." The Mandalorian was really enjoying himself, far more then he thought he ever would. He sipped at his wine once more and found that there was only drops left. He took his turn then, the tight shirt showing his rather prominent trapezius muscles. Taking hold of the wine he quickly poured himself another glass before he straightened, sipping a bit, then paused, realizing he was still holding the bottle and then pointedly sitting it back down.
When she answered his question he nodded a little bit, glancing at her calf and smiling. "Well you certainly seem fit, even when put beside some of your more obsessive shoulders," he complimented her. The wine glass was brought to his lips as he sipped again at the rather lovely liquid. He considered for a moment, then glanced over at her and said softly, "You know, now that we are living so close, we could train together," he suggested. He smiled a little bit and then teased her, "I would very much like to see if a High Admiral is any good in a fight."
As she relaxed his eyes traced her neck and he could not help but imagine how her skin would warm his lips if they were to touch it. He blinked a little bit and then grinned, sipping more of the wine. He had wondered why he was thinking that, but then decided that it did not matter. In response to her he nodded a bit, then said softly, "Aye, I know what you mean. It has been several months since I had a day or more to myself." The Mandalorian was silent for a moment before he added playfully, "Especially when I have company that is not only pleasing in conversation, but is also pleasing to the eye."
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Valeria smirked a little at his comment, and then watched him lean forward to pour himself some more wine, Kind of hard for that to escape my notice I think. She told him, a sly smile on her lips, meaning both his flirtations and the appealing sight of his muscled frame moving beneath the tight fabric of his shirt. She sipped her wine, smiling into her glass a little, looking at him when he straightened, a little amused when he seemed to hold onto the bottle for a moment before putting it back.
She lowered her glass, licking her lips a little and glancing at her calf when he did, before looking back to him with a shrug, I have always been naturally fit. My father was the same way, good genes I suppose. Valeria smiled, tilting her head a little. Good genes indeed, since it was her father that she got the Zeltron blood from. It was diluted in her enough that she was not nearly as amorous as a full or half blooded Zeltron, it seemed their appetites were insatiable. In fact much of their culture had been geared towards sex, and Valeria was glad that she had inherited a more practical nature, she did have what she had come to learn was a slightly higher sex drive than normal, but it did not rule her life.
Valeria smirked though at the mention of training together, raising her brows slightly and sipping her wine, We'll see. Though I think that that's a little unfair. I am well trained, but it has been some time since I've had real use of my skills. You, on the other hand, are still very active with them. She wouldn't mind taking a tumble with him, though not in the way he had suggested. She laughed under her breath at her self, knowing the wine was having an effect on her as well now. She turned her head slightly though, the back of it still resting against the couch, to look at him, giving him a small, demure smile, You flatter me.
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"Is that so?" Adenn asked her, smiling more then a little before he asked her, "And are you finding what you notice pleasing?" he questioned her. He saw the road that they were going down and, at least how it appeared to him, it seemed very likely that they would soon enough be arriving at a mutually agreeable and enjoyable destination. The sight of her soft pink tongue sliding over her lips had caused a slight shudder to run through his body, along with all manner of thoughts to tumble into his mind. In an effort to hold them back a little bit and to quench the sudden dryness in his mouth, he brought the glass to his lips once more, drinking of his wine deeply.
He listened to her when she said that she was naturally fit, smiling when she suggested that it was due to good genes. Adenn took a moment to study her form as she was leaned back as she was. "Yes," he found himself saying softly, "I can see how your genes could have contributed, through I believe that you are selling yourself somewhat short." He paused briefly, then smirked and added, "Regardless, the creature before me, rather created my nature or hard work, is far lovelier then one would expect when they hear the title of High Admiral." The Mandalorian felt himself being warmed greatly by the wine after saying that.
Soon his attention was drawn back to her as she spoke again, saying that she was not sure about training with him because he actively put his skills to use. Adenn inclined his head to her slightly and smiled, then said, "It is true that I use my skills more often then you, but how will yours ever be ready in case you need to use them if you are not tested and pushed by someone who has such seasoning in combat?"
Mere moments later, when she said that he was flattering her, he snorted and smiled, his eyes fixing on hers. "I do not flatter. I am merely speaking truths," he told her softly. He continued to keep his eyes focused on hers, then took another drink. After that he leaned over, placing the glass upon the table before he couch, then leaned back, eyes upon hers once more as he said to her softly, "But I think that there are other things, indulgences, that we are dancing around," he said to her.
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Another sly grin spread across Valeria's lips, a soft laugh echoing out of her chest, I'd have to say so, yes. She grinned into her glass as she sipped her wine some more, watching him down his own. She was reaching the same conclusion he was, though she supposed she'd known from the get go that that was where things were headed when she'd decided on the Zeltron wine. Maybe it was a little unfair of her, picking this wine when he didn't know the effects of it. She already had a bit more control over the situation thanks to her Zeltron blood, the wine had merely assured her that she'd be getting what she wanted. Was it maybe a little manipulative of her? Perhaps, but Valeria had never been taught to half ass a goal. She wanted Adenn, and she'd have him.
She smirked, draining the last of her glass as he studied her body, she was in prime condition despite being in her late thirties, but she took good care of herself, and good genes really had helped her maintain a youthful appearance far past the days of her actual youth. She was in the prime of her life, but unfortunately her position limited how much she got to enjoy that. So it wasn't really ever in her cards to let an opportunity slip by her. Despite herself though, a blush crept into the Admiral's cheeks when Adenn paid her a surprisingly eloquent compliment, looking away from him with a small smile and draining the last of her glass.
Valeria set it aside on the coffee table, inclining her head slightly, You have a point I suppose. She agreed, but looked at he bounty hunter as he got the conversation back on track, and once again, despite her best efforts, a blush deepened in her cheeks. She hated it, she thought it made her seem childish, and was one of the only side effects of her Zeltron blood that she disliked, but there was little she could do about it. She gave Adrenn a small smile, almost a smirk, Yes, I suppose we are. She admitted, and instead of leaning back into the couch she slide closer across the cushions to Adenn, closing most of the space between, her face only a few inches from his now and her head tilted to the side, the hand on the further side from him coming around to rest half way up his thigh, turning her so that she faced him a little more, Then perhaps you'd like try a different dance?
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Things seemed to be coming to a head, at least that was how Adenn was reading the situation. Her answer to his inquiry only served to further that belief even more. The Mandalorian could not help the lustful excitement that began to well up inside of him, causing the evidence of that eagerness to swell as well. He had never expected this to happen tonight, but now that it seemed likely he could not help but yearn for it to it to happen even sooner. But when he took all of her smirks and grins into account, it seemed very probable that she had similair ideas as well.
The blushes that his words brought to her cheeks made him smile even more. When she set her own glass upon the table though, he knew that his instincts had been right. Then again he probably would have had to have been an idiot not to notice. Yet the warmth within him needed an answer, needed to be sated, to be extinguished... at least for a little while. Adenn had a feeling that, if the look in her eyes meant anything, that fire might very well find itself being stoked again and again, very possibly in quick succession. Not that he would complain at all.
But even in his dreams he had not expected her to come onto him as she did. As her hand moved to his thigh he glanced to it, then back to her, a smile upon his lips and lust in his eyes. When she spoke, asking him if he would like to try a different dance, Adenn smirked and nodded slowly. He reached out then, an arm sliding around her waist. Then, suddenly, he shifted, moving to the side and depositing her on her back, moving over her. The Mandalorian looked into her eyes and said softly, "I would very much like a different dance. this is one that I am certain that I know the steps too." He leaned in then and pressed his lips to hers, his need for her evident, unrestrained. But what would one expect from a Mandalorian?
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Valeria couldn't help the appreciative smirk on her face when she glanced at her hand on his thigh and she caught sight of the bulge in his pants, and felt just as eager as he did, the heat in her body pooling and concentrating deep inside her. A small fire of lust and need that needed to be just as badly as his. As for her rather forward behavior, Valeria was a confident woman, she rarely shied away from something just because it ran a risk, even if that risk was rejection, but tonight she would have been completely surprised, and not pleasantly so at all, if Adenn rejected her. So she wasn't let down by his reaction.
Her dark blue eyes glittered at him lustfully when he smirked at her and nodded, giving him a smirk of her own, but she was a little surprised when he slid his arm around her waist and she found herself being pushed back. The look of surprise on her face melted quickly though, grinning up at Adenn with a bit of a laugh, her hands against his chest. Valeria wasn't bothered by his obvious display of need at all, what would be the point of restraint now? So she pressed her mouth back into his, her tongue sliding along his lips, one hand sliding up his chest and over his shoulder to thread into his short auburn hair, the other moving to rest on his bicep, gripping it lightly, enjoying the feeling of his muscles flexing under her fingers.
Valeria couldn't really imagine the night going any better, and she felt a mixture of excitement and eager lust at the prospect of how it might continue to go. And many nights after this if they both played their cards right.
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For a fleeting moment Adenn could not help but wonder how she would react to being deposited on her back without her expressed consent. He saw the look of surprise that came over her face for a fleeting instant, only to be replaced by a grin and a laugh. Well, it seemed that she approved. As he kissed her it became fairly obvious that not only did she approve, she wanted more. As her tongue ran along his lips, they parted, his own tongue sliding out to rub against her's, a somewhat muffled groan working it's way out of him.
As she felt her fingers in his hair he smirked. He held his upper body mostly off of her with one arm, his other hand slowly sliding down her left side. Through the silk robe he could feel the muscle, the curves, the wonderful body that awaited him beneath that thin layer of fabric. Soon enough the hand was at her thigh, pushing the robe up. His rough and calloused fingers slid over her bared skin, caressing it as he lifted her leg slightly an moved it so that it was wrapped around his hip. He then pressed himself against her, pulling her tight against him, the bulge of excitement grinding against her.
It was not until then that he broke the kiss. He looked into her eyes then, smirking as he whispered to her, "I'm thinking I might be in the wrong attire for this dance.."
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Valeria knew she often came across as a very controlling person, dominating and intimidating, but while she was certainly willful, and commanding in her professional life, when it came to the more intimate side of her private life, she was happy to relinquish the control she had to maintain over everything else around her. If the man she was with knew how to do it without stepping on her toes that is. She knew it was easy for that kind of control to go to the head of some men, unfortunately for the few men who had pushed Valeria a bit too far in the bedroom, she wasn't the type to put up with being treated like she was their property.
So far though, Adenn's little display had done nothing but excite her, her tongue caressing his, tasting the sweet spice of the wine on him. She could feel his hand running down her side, but a purring moan slipped from her lips when his hand touched the bare flesh of her thigh, being the kind of woman who liked the rough texture of his calloused fingers against the sensitive skin. She gladly wrapped her leg around his hip, her other leg moving out of his way so that he rest between them, moaning softly when he ground himself against her, feeling the hardness of him through the fabric of his pants and her underwear, which was the only thing she was wearing under her robe.
Valeria took a deep breath when Adenn broke their kiss, but released it in a bit of a laugh when he spoke, I'd have to agree. She told him, her hands running down to hook her fingers under the thin, form-fitting fabric of his shirt, pulling it off of him. She wasn't disappointed by the sight that greeted her, giving a wicked little smile as her eyes ran over him, her hands following the path of her gaze, exploring a little.
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Adenn was a man who liked control, but he knew how to test the bounds of a lover. He was not about to go to the extremes that he enjoyed that she might not, not yet at least. No, he would first let her feel him, let her come to know what he could do to her, let her come to know the pleasures that he could brings to her. It was with these sweet fruits that he would tempt her, sucking her in further and further into the debauchery that he so enjoyed. Perhaps Valeria would be one to go forth willingly, wanting, but time would tell. For the moment he had other things to concern himself with and enjoy.
The sensation of her moaning at his touch caused the muscled Mandalorian to shudder slightly in excitement. That was quickly superseded though as he felt her other leg moving about his hips, allowing him to press against her properly. He knew well that she could feel his excitement now, his need. Her own need was obvious enough to him in her actions, how she pulled him close, how she had kissed him. Adenn could not help for this night to truly begin.
She greeted his words with a laugh, which made him smile, her answer to his statement causing him to chuckle in turn. And soon enough her actions mirrored her words, for she peeled the form fitting shirt from him. He moved his arms as needed, aiding her in the effort. His body was hardened from years of training and war. Upon his form were wounds, some great, some small. Scar tissue old and new, fading and yet pink. Many men boasted that a blade had never touched them, a blaster never scorched their flesh, but perhaps Adenn's boast would be a better one if he ever voiced it, for despite all his wounds he yet lived.
As he fingers moved over his chest a lust filled growl bubbled up from deep inside the warrior's chest. His free hand moved to her rob, just below one of her breasts, an pulled it to the side. A smirk played upon his lips as her left breast was barred for him. He leaned in then and brushed his lips against the soft mound of flesh before his lips graced her nipple, which was hard and pert. He glanced up at her then, his tongue sliding free of the confines of his mouth to flick at the taught nub.
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Valeria glanced up from her observation of his body at the growl he gave, smirking at him, feeling his flesh vibrate under her finger types at the noise. She could only watch him though as he moved the one side of her robe out of the way to expose her left breast, making her shiver a little at being exposed to the air, and also a little in anticipation. Her hands ran over his bare shoulders and over his upper back, delighting in the feel of bare skin over taunt muscles as he lowered himself a little.
The muscles along her jaw flexed in an involuntary reaction though as his lips caressed the sensitive skin, making her face flush. But she gasped softly as his tongue flicked against her nipple, her head pressing back into the cushion underneath her and her body squirmed a little at the delicious feeling of friction. She pressed into the contact a little, moving into his mouth. And her hands ran over his shoulders and arms in encouragement, enjoying his attention.
It'd been some time since she'd had sex last, but even counting that she couldn't really recall the last time she'd been this excited. She didn't really know what it was. Maybe it was that she and Adenn were equals, he wasn't her subordinate, or maybe it was the thrill in what she saw as a victory. A little over a week ago, he'd been sent to kill her, and now here they were on her couch, quickly losing their clothing, entwined and only just getting started on what she hoped would be a very satisfying night.
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Adenn loved the feel of her fingers upon his skin, the eagerness with which she touched him, seemingly wanting to feel as much of him as she could at any one time. The desire he felt in those touches was driving him even higher, making him yearn for even more, if that were possible. The gasp that she uttered as his tongue flicked against her nipple made him smile, but soon enough he found her squirming and pressing her breast into his mouth. The Mandalorian suckled at her then, sealing his lips around the tip of her breast and pulling it into his mouth as he flicked and circled her nipple with his tongue.
Had he know how she was reveling in this in other ways, he might not have been to eager to do this with her. But, as it was, he was lost in a haze of true desire, aphrodisiacs and pheromones. He was well beyond the point of turning back or even entertaining the thought of it. No, he wanted her, plain and simple... or perhaps at this point he needed her. His body practically thrummed from the lust that she had induced in him, a desire that had gone to long unfulfilled.
Soon enough his mouth released her breast with a slight pop. He smirked and chuckled a bit, kissing and nipping his way up her chest and neck. He placed one last light kiss upon a spot he had bitten lightly a moment before, then positioned himself so he could look in her eyes. His free hand moved up to tangle it's fingers in her hair. He pulled gazed into her purple-blue orbs as he began to grind himself against her firmly, sliding the evidence of his need for her against her barely clad womanhood. Adenn wanted to cause her need to be so great that she could not stand it, that she would plead to have him give her release. He wanted to make her cry out in need of him.
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Valeria moaned and squirmed under the Mandalorian as he sucked on her breast, teasing her nipple within his mouth, her hands gripping him tightly and her thighs squeezing his waist slightly. Her skin was flushed and warm, and the sensations were making it impossible for her to stay still. When he finally released her it brought a mixture of disappointment and relief, but it allowed her body to relax a little, the woman looking down at Adenn as he kissed and nipped at the skin on her chest and neck, making her shiver whenever his teeth grazed her. It was obvious she was enjoying herself, looking up at him with a bit of a grin as he moved back up over her.
A soft moan rippled up her throat though when ground against her, her legs wrapping around his hips, keeping him pressed tightly against her, relishing the feeling of flesh on flesh. Valeria did take a moment to free her arms of the sleeves of her robe, which had slipped off her her almost completely anyway, now leaving her almost completely naked. Her body was varying degrees of hard and soft, and like him she bore the scars of a fighter. Though hers were nearly so numerous, and most of them were years old, faded and worn, since she hadn't been out on a battlefield in some time. Her skin flushed as he rubbed against her, a hand on the back of his head pulling him down to catch him in a deep, hungry kiss, her tongue invading his mouth and her breathing already heavy. Her hands slid down his body, fingers catching the top of his pants, starting to push them down over his hips.
Valeria knew better though, than to reveal any hint that the bounty hunter had been manipulated into the situation he found himself in. Not just here with here, but breaking his contract to work with her instead. Mandalorians were proud, she knew this. And he was a man, none of them liked feeling like pawns. Which was not how she had meant to use him, and did not think she had, but she knew it was how he would see it. No, better to let him maintain the thought that he'd ended up where he was by his own decisions.
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The responses that he was illiciting from her excited Adenn even more. Her moans caused the fire at his core to rage, making his lust swell and boil. He loved making a woman make such sounds, but for some reason having her make them was even more exciting. Perhaps it was due to her position, how she was a woman of power. Making her react so made him feel strong, powerful, as if he were conquering her in someway my bringing such responses forth from her. There were other responses from her of course that he found equally exciting; how her body squirmed, how her legs and hands gripped at him, keeping him close. Oh yes, he would need much more of this.
His grinding seemed to have the desired affect, for she pressed herself up, obviously enjoying the feeling. Adenn smiled as she freed her arms of the robe, leaving her upper body completely bared. He leaned over then, nuzzling and kissing at her other breast before he moved to kiss along her shoulders, biting her lightly as he teased and tantalized her flesh. But soon enough she was pulling him into a hungry kiss. The warrior growled one more, returning the impassioned kiss, his tongue caressing and wrestling with hers in a wanton display of lust and need.
He soon felt her hands pushing his pants down. He shifted his hips and legs to aid her efforts and, before long, he was kicking free of his pants. He slid a hand down to her last it of clothing, taking hold of it and tugging it to the side enough to expose her. He then pressed his barred manhood against her slick sex, finally grinding them together, flesh to flesh. Adenn broke the kiss, panting, looking into her eyes as he shifted and pressed the tip of his rod against her lower lips, using it to part them slowly as he began to slide his kad into her wet and willing sheath, a low and guttural groan of unrestrained desire burbling forth from him as he began to fill her with himself.
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Most people seemed to forget that Valeria was still very human despite her rank and title. She couldn't blame them, she was a hard woman, a good leader, and a good leader often acquired a larger than life reputation among those that followed them. That Adenn might consider getting to lure this side of her out a conquest wouldn't bother her as long as he didn't let the sense of power go to his head. Valeria knew better than most that power and control could get the better of some people, she'd seen it happen time and time again.
For the moment though, she was happy to let him have that over her, relinquishing herself to him. The heady kiss had her panting a little, her blood running hot, flushing her skin that almost odd deep pink that she tended to take on when she was exerting herself. She grew a little distracted though as his rough fingers pulled aside the fabric of her underwear once his pants were off. Valeria gasped into the bounty hunter's mouth though when she felt him pressing against her, grinding his own hot flesh against hers.
She was left trying to catch her breath a bit when he ended the kiss, but didn't have much of a chance to before she felt the pressure of the head of his cock against her entrance. Valeria was slick and hot and ready for him, and her hands involuntarily gripped him tightly, giving him an eager, lustful look. The feeling of him invading her depths drove a moan from her, low and soft, with just a touch of satisfaction, her legs wrapping around his hips, trying to pull him into her and her hands running down his back appreciatively.
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Adenn's body shuddered as he slid more of his manhood into her. He could feel her hands gripping him, her legs pulling at his hips to get him to go even deeper. But those were not nearly the most exciting thing, not by a long shot. The look that she gave him as he invaded her was one of pure, unbridled lust, lust that would take a long while to sate. Possibly even more arousing was the eagerness that accompanied that lust. The look made him groan out and, almost reflexively, hilted his full length into her, his thick cock buried within her up to it's base.
The Mandalorian had been with his share of women in his life, but few had been so lustful and eager the first time. Adenn certainly was not going to complain about her attitude toward the entire situation. It had been far to long since anyone but him was responsible for his sword getting polished. He certainly could have taken the opportunity to get laid while he was on the station he had destroyed, after all he had been there for three days. However, the mission had had to be his primary focus. If it had not been he knew well that he would likely have ended up dead or her strike force would have been assailed by the New Republic fleet he was supposed to cripple. This was certainly making him think that he had made the right decision.
His lips quickly found hers again, initiating yet another fevered kiss. As his lips caressed and massaged hers, he slid himself nearly all the way out of her, then suddenly filled her once more. The feeling of sliding into her caused his body to warm even more, his manhood pulsing as her body took him in. A groan made his lips quiver against hers as it emanated from deep inside of his chest. He taught body moved rhythmically as he began to thrust into her again and again, taking her like he had been longing for for the past hour, if not more.
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Valeria let out a sharp, sweet moan when the Mandalorian buried himself in her, filling her nicely, making her hands grip him tightly until her fingers were digging into him a little. Her mind swam a little in the intoxicating sensation, loving how he groaned, as she was far from a selfish lover, and liked knowing her partner was enjoying himself as much as she was. She recovered in time for Adenn to kiss her, her lips moving against his, tongue tasting him, and her body tightened slightly when he pulled out of her, having a good idea of what was coming, and not being disappointed when he pushed back into her, making her moan into his mouth, one hand sliding into his hair, the other pressing into the small of his back.
The inner walls of her sex rippled and pulsed around him, gripping him hungrily. Her lips vibrated with the groan he let out, and she answered with a moan, and each thrust pushed another out of her and into his mouth. Valeria's body moved with his, her hips rolling to meet him. She broke their kiss finally though, gasping for breath between moans and her breasts bouncing in the rhythm of his thrusts. She looked up at Adenn, eyes glazed with lust and pleasure, face flushed and her lips red from the force of their kiss.
Valeria decided she could definitely get used to this, and if Adenn's behavior was anything to go off, so could he.
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The Mandalorian grinned into their kiss as she moaned, thoroughly enjoying the rather obvious reactions that he was drawing forth from her. He was truly enjoying pleasuring her and being pleasured in return. Adenn enjoyed being in control in sexual situations, but part of that for him was getting his partner to feel aroused, horny, wanton, sometimes even when they would not want it to happen (not that he would force them, but more like inopportune times). Knowing that he could get a lover wound up, wanting, in need, caused him to feel needed, wanted and in control. Perhaps it might have been a rather disturbing way to look at things, at least to some, but he could care less. It was what he enjoyed and he would damn well enjoy it.
He could feel her sex pulsing about him, encouraging him to take her even more, which he did without restraint. Her fingers were dug into his shoulders, causing him to growl as they broke their kiss. He looked into her eyes for only a moment before one of his hands moved up to her head so that his fingers could tangle in her hair. He used her hair to pull her head to the side a bit and expose her neck, which he set himself upon, nipping and licking at as he continued to drive himself into her again and again.
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As restrained as Valeria was in her public and professional life, she was very much the opposite in her sex life, perhaps for the very reason that she had to be so restrained the rest of the time. She didn't hold back noises or reactions unless she had to. Only during battle and sex did the passion that had always burned inside her under the mask of the strict professional come out. It was how she had been raised, perhaps by a father who had had an even more intense passion in him thanks to the higher percentage of Zeltron blood in him. He had tempered Valeria into steel, but lust melted that part of her, if only temporarily, and the heat of the wine and Adenn's attention had very effectively done just that.
In fact she felt like her blood was practically on fire, a pleasant but intense heat that seemed to emanate from where their flesh was joined and climbed up her spine into her mind. She put up no resistance when the Mandalorian used her hair to pull her head aside, in fact in her heightened state the pain felt more like pleasure, and she let out a gasp when he nipped at her neck. Her skin pulsed under his lips, and Valeria had to close her eyes. Pinned under him she felt powerless to stop his onslaught, but that only served to excite her even more, letting out a wanton moan, her grip tightening until her nails dug into his skin, dragging her fingers down his back.
It was refreshing really, he wasn't holding back, so she didn't have to either. Too often men thought women too delicate for their full strength in bed, maybe some were, but Valeria was a warrior. She might not have seen battle directly in many years, but it didn't change who she was, so as he drove himself into her she could only revel in it.
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Adenn was much like Valeria in some ways, for he often restrained himself from showing passion or even making it obvious that he liked someone. It was usually a very dangerous proposition for the other party to be seen with him after all. But that was not so with Valeria. He doubted very much that she would be endangered if any of the criminal elements he had crossed came to know that they were together. After all she was a Warlord and was surrounded by an armada of ships that was impenetrable to all but the most powerful fleets in the galaxy. So he was far more confident that she would not come to harm from being involved with him. Had she known his thoughts she might have pointed out that he would be in danger because he was with her, but the Mandalorian did not think in such ways. He worried about his lovers far more then he did himself.
Pleasure rushed through his body as she acquiesced to his moving her head so authoritatively. She was compliant, wantonly so. He felt her nails digging into his skin, her fingers dragging down his back. That caused him to growl more, the pain from that distracting him momentarily from his ravishing of her... but only for a second. The warrior surged forward then, driving himself into her once more. As he continued to move he could feel her fingernails moving up and down his back, the touch of them causing him to shiver.
He shifted his mouth away from her neck, kissing along her jaw and then kissing her quickly and heatedly before he pulled back, looking into her eyes. He wanted to see that lust in her eyes, that need. As he gazed into her orbs he continued to drive himself inside of her, not relenting.
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Valeria rarely worried about herself or her lovers in terms of personal safety, she was the most well-protected person in the fleet. It had taken Adenn months just to get at her after all, and now she was even harder to get at. When it came to others, she didn't worry because she was rarely so attached to them as to feel personally effected if they died. Adenn could handle himself, but even with what was happening between them right now, she would shed no tears over him if he died. Dying was just a part of life, and in all honesty, Valeria was fairly sure she was incapable of any sort of deep emotional attachment to people. She'd been attached to her mother, like all children were, but she had died, and her father had been dutiful, but not very loving. That had set the tone for the relationships in Valeria's life. She'd never even been in love, or felt anything beyond a sense of attraction, except maybe some mild infatuation in her youth.
The Admiral panted and moaned under Adenn, his mouth on her neck and his body ravishing hers, her hands unable to remain still. She felt his chest rumble with his growl, making her shiver against him, but she let out a soft cry of ecstasy when he drove himself into her. Valeria felt like she was drowning, her mind and body submerged in lust and sensation until she was left gasping for air. That was thwarted for a moment when he kissed her, though she returned the gesture happily before it was over, looking up at the bounty hunter when he pulled away. Her face was flushed, practically glowing, mouth slightly open as she moaned in time with his thrusts, and her eyes held that lust he sought, mirrored in his own.
Valeria's body tightened slightly, struck suddenly by the realization that the approach of her climax had grown to an almost to a point that she couldn't hold back any longer. She pulled Adenn into another kiss, hot and hungry, one hand gripping his hair, the other still gripping his back tightly. Small strikes of intense pleasure hit her, like sparks before a fire, making her give a high, desperate moan. Harder, she murmured against his lips, pressing up against him.
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Harder. The single word rang out in his ears after she had said it. The feeling of her lips on his of her body pulsing and squirming, those had all been glorious. But that simple one word plea of desperate and unbridled need was better then all of the physical stimulation. She wanted even more, she needed more, she needed him to take her hard. The thought of causing that need made Adenn feel powerful, feel desired, in control. Many might have said that was egotistical, that he was not caring about her needs, but were those feelings not the product of giving her pleasure? Besides, what person did not like feeling that way from time to time? Surely he was not all that different from many.
Valeria got what she had asked for. The Mandalorian surged into motion, his hips pumping as he drove his throbbing manhood into her again, only to repeat the motion rapidly. The sound of their union, the wet impacts of his body against hers, filled the room, not that either of them had noticed. He could feel her womanhood gripping, the hand in his hair, the other on his back He wanted to feel her go over the edge for him, he wanted to caused her too. His lips pressed hungrily to hers, kissing her with wanton need, just like he was taking her.
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That Adenn might be having a bit of a power trip over her need for him wouldn't bother Valeria, why should it? She was enjoying the results, she had no reason to complain, and she was happy to let him have the power and control he desired. For her, the release of not having to be the one in control and in charge was enjoyable, since it happened in almost no other part of her life. It was a novelty for her, one she thought she didn't really get to indulge in nearly enough. Adenn though was certainly indulging her, and she knew she'd have to have him again.
His thrusts were almost machine-like in their strength and precision, his member rubbing and stroking and pressing into all the little sweet spots inside her with a hard driving force. Her hips and thighs ached from the impact of his body striking hers, but it only just seemed to serve to enhance everything even more. Valeria's moans went up in pitch, her body writhing under his, back arching and her fingers tightening, the one in his hair, pulling on it, the other gripping his back. She had to pull out of their kiss though, head leaning back into the couch as she arched, Adenn! she gasped, feeling an intense white-hot heat streaking up her spine into her mind, overwhelming her until she let out a soft scream, every muscle in her body tightening.
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When he thrust her over the edge, Adden groaned, loving the feel of her body grasping at him. The gasp of his name had only been a hint, for when he did climax he could feel all of her tightening, her muscles taught as they clung to him, trying to coax him to his own fall. The Mandalorian held himself back, but barely. The feel of her convulsing and squeezing at him practically made his eyes cross and he let out a deep and lust filled groan of pleasure. To keep his mind from it, if that were possible, he leaned in, kissing and nipping at her neck.
He half wondered if she would be done after that, considering her orgasm was so intense, but for some reason he doubted that greatly. He prided himself on being able to last a long while as well, at least with most women, but he had the suspicion that Valeria was going to give him a run for his money.This was certainly turning out to be one of the more intense sexual relationships of Adden's life, and they had just gotten things started. The mere thought of what they'd get out of each other after a few hours of practice, let along days or weeks, made him shudder. He certainly would be coming back for more again and again.
Moving his lips from her ear, Adden brushed them against one of her ears, then whispered softly, "I... could use another round..." There had been a playfull and coaxing tone to his words and he very much wanted to hear, and feel, her response.
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It seemed like forever before the crashing waves of sensation subsided and Valeria was able to finally think clearly. She lay under Adden, her legs still loosely wrapped around his hips, her hands running down his back soothingly. She was panting heavily, her skin covered in a sheen of sweat, and a hand left his back to push some hair off her face, a few strands stuck to the moist skin, irritating her. That same hand ran over his hair as he kissed her neck, grinning slightly, still riding that high from her orgasm and feeling very satisfied and content.
She glanced at him out of the corner of her blue-violet eyes though when he whispered into her ear, making her grin a little more and raise her brows at him. Could you now? She asked him, sounding a little out of breath. Her hands ran down his back to his ass, giving it a playful squeeze, pushing him down into her a little more and rolling her hips so that he filled her completely, her juices flowing out of her, tightening herself around him with a soft, sighing moan. Well what's stopping you? Valeria inquired, giving him a smirk. She knew she was going to be sore as hell in the morning, it'd been some time since she'd had sex at all, but she didn't care, it would be well worth it.
The thought occurred to her as well, that as intense as this was, it was only the first time, and she knew there would be more. There would be many nights spent tangled up together if she had her way, which she usually did. Valeria was admittedly excited to see how things went.
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As her hands ran over his back, he shivered, enjoying the feel of her softer hands upon his toughened and leathery hide. When it came to his body it was rather obvious that his profession had been a hard one and required a good deal of grunt work. But everyone has to start somewhere right? He did not regret his past, what would be the point in that? Stars about, he had just killed millions upon millions of people, and that mattered not at all to him. Likely there were brain doctors and what not out there that would think he was very much sick, but he could have cared less. All that mattered to him was the moment, what was happening now and how it felt. To put it lightly, what he felt right then was very close to what he hoped Manda would be like.
Her answer came quickly, he words drawing forth a growl from Adenn. But that growl was quickly cut short as she squeezed his ass, which was not very pliant, having been chiseled seemingly from the same piece of granite that the rest of him had. She then tightened herself and rolled her hips, pulling him in as deep as he could go, which caused him to groan. It felt as if his heart had somehow flowed down into his member, for it throbbed so hard as she squeezed it that he thought he would pass out from lack of blood to other parts of his body. But all of this only made him grin and plot what more they could do.
Adenn slid an arm around her waist as he shifted his leg under himself and leaned back a bit. This allowed him to move into a kneeling position while he lifted her hips and ass off the couch. He smiled, looking down on her, his eyes drinking in the sight f her fit form sprawled there for him. His free hand brushed against her stomach, but quickly shifted to enfold and squeeze one of her breasts. He smirked and thrust into her deeply, speaking throatily, "What a nasty girl you are..." a teasing tone to it as well.
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Adenn's body certainly did stand as evidence to the life he'd lead, scars, hard muscle and sinew, tough skin, but it was just all the more appealing to Valeria. She had never much had a taste for bodies so smooth and perfect, featureless, a body that belonged to a man who had never done anything dangerous or exciting in their life. Adenn was far from that, and it excited her, he was dangerous, a living weapon, yet here he was, wrapped up in her. His lack of remorse for the lives he had taken mirrored her own mindset, she had killed millions, many up close and personal, but even more had died at the wave of her hand, the whim of her will. They were very much alike in so many ways, though even Valeria was unaware of that.
His growl made her shiver with desire, her hands still gripping the tight muscles of his ass, but they slid back up, over his back, which now bore the marks of her nails like she had marked her territory in his flesh. She could feel him throbbing inside her, a hard beat that spoke to her body on some primal level of life and vitality. Valeria closed her eyes for a moment, reveling in the sensation, but opened them to look at Adenn as he moved. She let him manipulate her body into how he wanted it, keeping her legs wrapped around his hips, the position arched her back, making the muscles along her abdomen and sides flex and stand out.
Valeria looked up at him, a smirk playing on her features, though it melted into a lustful expression when he thrust into her, making her moan softly. His words made her give him a sly grin though, Would have me any other way? One of her hands covered the one on her breast, running up his wrist and arm from there, then down his side to grip his waist, her eyes following the path of her hand, devouring the sight of him, and how their bodies were joined.
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His eyes looked over her form as she lay there, drinking in the sight of her. It was not the first time that night that Adenn had marveled at her body that night, and he doubted very much that it would be the last time. Her body was the body of a warrior, but also the body of a woman. It pulled him towards her, made him lust for her, knowing that she had crafted herself, had formed her body through hard work and desire. Perhaps that was because he could only imagine what it would be like to have her turn her will and desire into shaping their time together, into throwing herself into their lust filled unions. Well... perhaps he did not entirely need to imagine. After all, he was with her and had seen the results of her desire.
As she smirked up at him and asked him if he'd want her to be different, Adenn chuckled and shook his head. "No," he said softly, squeezing her breast even as her hand covered it for a moment. He remained still as she ran her hand over his arm and then down his side, sighing happily and loving how she so willingly explored his form. He then opened his eyes again, focusing on her and smirked, then drove into her hard. The Mandalorian wanted to make her climax for him, not just once more, but time and time again until neither of them could stand it anymore. His ambitions were likely a little bit much, but at the moment he could have cared less. So he took her with a fervor and a passion that few beings were ever likely to equal, groaning out lustfully as he did.
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Though she hadn't seen a battlefield in some time, Valeria tried to stay ready for the day she might have to return, or be suddenly in a fight. She maybe had not been doing so as effectively as she should, as Adenn had pointed out, but, her body still bore the scars of her years leading troops. Most of them had faded into small nicks or smooth lines of slightly raised skin. The only one that still had enough substance to it to really be of any notice was a four inch slash just below her left breast, where a piece of shrapnel had gone through the joint in her arm and into her rib cage. It'd punctured a lung and it had been one of the most painful things she'd ever been through. She'd also been far less restrained in those days, facing death every day certainly made you look at things differently. She'd been more impulsive, and had done things back then she would probably be more hesitant about now.
Valeria would happily explore Adenn's body if left to her own devices, she loved it, but he had other ideas, and she let out a sharp moan when he drove himself into her hard, the fingers on his waist gripping him tightly. Her other hand gripped the side of cushion she was laying on, her eyes staying on his, burning with lust and excitement. She'd just climaxed, but she was still just as eager as she had been before. She was forced to close her eyes though as he took hard and fast, her head pressing back into the couch and the muscles along her jaw and throat tightening as she grit her teeth and let out low, growling moans.
The position he had her in opened her up for him, and her sex flexed and rippled around him. Every thrust sent a shock wave through her, accompanied by the smack of flesh on flesh and her moans, breasts rocking with the rhythm of their movement. Valeria could only hold on and enjoy the ride.
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He commenced with pistoning into her once more, lowing how she moaned and responded to him. The feeling of her hand gripping his waist only encouraged him to give her more of what she wanted, more of him. The sight of her eyes closing and her mouth half open, groan after groan emanating from it, was intoxicating to him. Adenn could not help but let out a groan of his own as her pussy rippled around his pulsating shaft, squeezing at it as if begging it to fill her with his seed. His teeth found his own bottom lip as he bit down a bit on a growl, then smirked a bit. Oh yes, this was something that he would have to do to her again.
The couch that they were on had begun to rock back and forth a bit, but Adenn barely noticed. Had he been paying closer attention he would have noticed that the legs had become a bit loose where they were connected to the frame. But, as things were, he payed it no heed. Not that he could be blamed for that. Had any other male been in his position it would have been equally unlikely that they would have noticed probably.
The Mandalorian began to thrust harder, driving into her even more. He could feel that he was growing closer to his own climax, but he wanted to coax more from her yet. He wanted her to squirm more, wanted her to beg for more of him, to beg for him to finish. Adenn enjoyed doing that, exhausting his partner, making them capitulate to their body's tiredness from being taken by him so much. Some thought that he was sick or cruel for enjoying that, but he had a feeling that Valeria would not hold any such qualms. Perhaps she would even encourage him to indulge in such desires.
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Valeria's body writhed, an undulating motion that fell in rhythm with the bounty hunter's thrusts, since they were causing it. Her fingers dug into the hard muscle of his side until her knuckles were white, the same happening to her other hand as it clutched desperately onto the cushion. Her brow beaded with sweat and her skin was practically glistening with a light sheen. She felt like she was on fire again, Adenn's thrusts stoking it inside her. She didn't notice the rocking of the couch either, and her panted breaths and moans made it so she didn't catch the slightly creaking and groaning that was starting to come from the piece of furniture. Really, how could she notice with Adenn dominating her mind and body?
Her thighs were aching from the impact of his thrusts, and her sex was beginning to feel raw, but she still let out high, hungry moans as he started driving himself into her even harder. Her pussy swallowed him up, tightened to try and keep him inside her, hot, slick flesh stroking his shaft. Valeria managed to open her eyes, staring up at the bounty hunter, face flushed, Adenn, she gasped, Cum in me. Her voice was mewling and sweet, full of need and desire. She did want that, she wanted him to fill her, she wanted to see him climax, to feel it, and know that she'd caused it.
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Valeria was not the only one breaking out in a sweat from their efforts. Adenn could feel it beading down his chest and back, his brow was even damp. Their session was not lacking for physicality, that was for certain. The Mandalorian shuddered as he continued to drive himself into her, not at all caring about any possible aches in his body. There would be time for worrying about sore muscles later after all, right now he was far, far, to much invested in this to care about that at all. Right now this was about them, their bodies, their desires, their needs. Nothing else in the galaxy mattered. Her ship could have been under attack or a black whole could have formed right in front of them and he would have cared less.
When she spoke, begging for him to finish inside of her, Adenn let out a growl more intense then any others that he had uttered before before. He could hear the desire in her voice, the raw need. It aroused him to almost no end, knowing that he had driven her to beg for him to finish, caused her to lust for him to fill her. He slid the arm that was at her waist further up behind her, lifting her upper body and pressing it against his as his lips locked to hers in a hungry and need filled kiss. His hips pumped upwards, driving him into her, and it not take long.
A deep and guttural groan emanated from him as he drove into her deeply, just as he came. His cum spurted into her in a warm torrent, his manhood pumping it inside of her to give her what she had been begging for. As he came he held he close, shuddering as he groaned nearly constantly. He broke his lips from the kiss, but only enough so that he could look into her eyes, wanting her to know that she had pleased him more then he could have hoped for that night.
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It would definitely take a great deal to tear Valeria from the sexual reverie she was enjoying with the Mandalorian, if it was even possible at all. Likely it wasn't. He consumed and commanded her mind and body, right at this moment nothing existed outside of this room, if even that, outside of the small sphere of consciousness that existed around them, which consisted of the two of them and the couch, didn't really matter. Her world had narrowed drastically, and she was enjoying not having to have her mind spread out on a sector of the galaxy for once.
His growl made her body quiver with excitement, pushing her hips into his as best as she could, hungry for him. She helped him though when he lifted her, pulling herself up, one arm wrapping around him over his shoulder, hand in his hair, gripping it tightly as their lips crashed together. The arm wrapped around him under his arm, fingers gripping his back dragging down his battle scored hide, nails digging into him. Valeria let out a throaty moan into Adenn's mouth, pressing her body against his.
Her moans turned high and full of sweet need though as he thrust up into her, feeling his pulsing shaft penetrating deep into her. His chest vibrated against hers when he growled, announcing his climax, Valeria shuddering when she felt him filling her with wave after wave of cum, burning hot and slick. His arms practically crushed her as he held her against him, groaning, but she only enjoyed it, reveling a little in his strength. Her legs stayed wrapped tightly around his hips and her one hand still digging into his back and she was panting heavily when he finally broke their kiss, looking at him and giving him a slightly exhausted smile at the look he gave her.
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Adenn held her against him, panting slightly, a smile formed upon his lips. The look on her face was exquisite, one of exhausted pleasure, and it made him shudder slightly. He certainly had not thought that she would plead with him to finish in her, but the fact that she had had been incredibly exciting to the Mandalorian. If what they had done that night was any indicator of the days to come then he had very high hopes indeed. Just the mere idea that there might be more sessions like this... or rather that therewouldbe more sessions... excited him to no end. He smiled a little bit at that thought, having very little doubt that the woman he was holding would have any complaints about his intentions.
He held her there for awhile, his eyes jut fixed on her. Then, with a slight groan, he shifted, moving to lay her back down... but it turned into more of a flop. He had been worried that he might have suddenly put too much weight on her, since he had only been able to catch himself slightly, but the flop caused a bit more of an issue then that. The couch, which had been taking a beating during their rather physical sexual dalliance, finally gave way. There was a loud snap as one of the legs broke, the other and that side giving way as well. This resulted in the end of the couch that their heads were towards slammed into the floor.
He ended up halfway on his side, still tangled with her with his arm braced against the arm of the couch to hold himself off of her. Adenn blinked a bit, then smiled before he started to chuckle a bit. "Well... never broke a couch before," he said softly.
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Valeria would certainly have no complaints with his plans for them, she would only complain if he had planned for this to be their only encounter. She wouldn't be happy about that at all. He'd only just whetted her appetite after all, not sated or satisfied it. She didn't know if she'd ever be able to slake her lust for him really, certainly not any time soon. It was usually obvious to her when she slept with some one, whether it was going to be a one time tryst or one of many, and she knew she'd be getting Adenn into her bed, or herself into his, any time opportunity allowed her. Hell, it wouldn't even have to necessarily be a bed. So that he had high hopes for their future encounters would only please Valeria.
She stayed wrapped up around him securely, feeling suddenly exhausted, so she was glad when he started to lower her back down onto the couch, though she let out a bit of laugh when he more sort of flopped them down. His weight didn't bother her, but her eyes did go a bit wide when she felt the couch under her jerk just a bit and then there was a loud snap and the couch lurched under her, making her grab onto Adenn in surprise and let out a small, startled noise.
Valeria blinked though when he spoke, and after a quick moment, let out a laugh, First for me as well.
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Adden could not help himself, he started to laugh along with her a bit, still holding her. He smiled down at her, still chuckling a bit, then said, "Well... I suppose that we should... relocate?" he suggested a bit. However he showed no indication whatsoever of moving. Instead he looked down at her, smiling a bit and marveling at her. Had all of this just happened? Had he really just fucked a high admiral and a warlord? It seemed almost a bit to surreal to have really happened...
He chuckled a bit again and then sat back again, lifting her along with him. The Mandalorian paused for a moment, then shifted, putting one foot down on the cold floor, then the other. With a slight grunt he surged to his feet, one hand on her ass to support her, the other around her upper back. He carried her over to the bed, sitting down on the edge of it and then laying back, bringing her down on top of him. A smile pulled up the corners of his lips then as the hand at her upper back moved up to run through her hair. "Well, I hope you were not attached to it," he said to her, in reference to the couch.
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Valeria laughed with the bounty hunter, holding onto him, smirking at him when he suggested that they relocate, Sounds like a good idea, she agreed. Then they just sat there for a moment, she glanced around a bit before looking back to Adenn, arching a brow at him and giving a slightly unsure smile. She was about to ask him if he was alright when he finally sat back, lifting her with him, keeping her legs wrapped firmly around him as he stood, her arms loosely around his neck, glancing at the floor in a dubious way. She knew the Mandalorian wasn't going to drop her, glancing at his muscular arms for a sense of security, but still.
When he sat back on the bed with her on top of him she settled into straddling him, her hands splayed on his stomach for balance, looking down at him. Her dark blue-violet eyes half closed when he ran his fingers through her hair, making a soft, pleased noise, but shook her head a bit, glancing at the couch. No, just one of the spoils of my conquest, she said, her hands running up his stomach and over his chest, her gaze following her fingers, obviously enjoying herself a little. She lifted a hand to stifle a yawn, then gave a slightly sheepish smile. I think, she said, that it's time to retire. Her hands slid back down his chest and stomach, You're welcome to stay of course.
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Adenn had noticed her uncertainty as he carried her and could not help but find it rather endearing. She was one of the more powerful beings in the galaxy and here she was being frightened of falling to the floor. It reminded him once more that she was not just an admiral, a warlord, but was also a woman. But before too long he was on his back, looking up at her. From that position he could not help but notice new things. She felt soft as she straddled him and her eyes were a rather glorious color as he fixed his upon hers. When she spoke, talking about the couch, he nodded a bit and replied, "Well, I guess it will not be so much of a loss then."
When she stifled the yawn, he could not prevent the small smile that crept onto his lips. The mercenary nodded a bit when she said that it was time to retire, "I suppose that it is," he agreed softly, but made no move to get up. Her hands slid down his chest and stomach, which made him grin, which was unfortunate since he could not widen his smile when she offered to let him stay. Adenn chuckled a little bit, then said, "Well I must have done good then," an obviously teasing tone to his voice. His hands slid slowly up and down her legs, brushing against her soft skin as he gazed up at her and then joked, "Although you know how the saying goes; once you go Mandalorian, you never go back..."
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Valeria tilted her head and gave Adenn a wry smile when he said he must have done good, to be invited to stay the night with her, then rolled her eyes and let out a harsh laugh at his very bad joke. Don't get overconfident, She warned him teasingly, her hands rubbing across his stomach, she couldn't seem to stop touching him, and she enjoyed his hands as they brushed up and down her thighs. She shifted though, and finally moved off of him, leaning over him on her knees to press a kiss to his mouth before she slid off the bed, Be right back. She told him with a smirk before she disappeared into her bathroom to clean up a little. She returned a moment later, still naked, turning off the main light in her room as she went, a lamp by her bed the only illumination in the room, giving off a soft, warm light.
She crawled back onto the bed, and slid under the covers. Her mattress was thick and plush, and the sheets were incredibly soft. She wondered what the Mandalorian thought of her luxuries, knowing they rarely partook in such things. Valeria laid on her side, head propped up in one hand, her elbow in her pillow. She looked at Adenn, a slow smile spreading across her lips. This night had certainly gone wonderfully, she couldn't say better than she had planned because she hadn't really planned much. It'd been more a spurt of the moment decision, a want and a need that she'd decided to satisfy. And Adenn had certain satisfied her.
Valeria's eyes glanced down to Adenn's body, though this time not so much in an obviously lustful way as it was a curious glance. She leaned forward, pressing a finger tip to his left pectoral muscle, or more specifically, a scar there, Where'd you get that? She asked him curiously. They were both warriors, one more active than the other now of course, the exchange of battle scar stories was bound to have happened sooner or later.
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"Me? Overconfident?" he asked with a sly smile, looking at her as he went on, "If you think I am all boast, then you certainly are thinking of the wrong Mandalorian." He paused for a moment for a bit of dramatic effect before he added, "Which begs the question; how many Mandalorians have you known so... intimately?" There was a rather obvious teasing tone to his voice, after all he was playing with her. Adenn knew well that he was a good lover, at least he had not had complaints from the last several so he assumed he was, but he was not egotistical enough to believe that he was the be-all end-all.
The Mandalorian returned the brief kiss, but then sighed when she excused herself and rose. Adenn could not help but marvel at her retreating form. "Do not be gone to long. I might get amorous again and you'd miss out!" he called out after her in a playful tone. He shifted while she was gone, moving onto the bed entirely. He paused for a moment, a hand brushing over the sheets, blankets and other things she had piled on the bed. There were so many... Typically he just slept with one blanket, which kept him warm enough in his mind. Her bed had so many layers to it that he was not entirely sure which layer he was to slide between. But eventually he moved most of them back, propping himself up in a half sitting position with an abundance of pillow that was not even half of what was on the bed, and covered himself with just a sheet.
Soon enough she had returned and slid into the bed with him. He glanced at her, smiling as she lay on her side, looking at him. He did not mind her eyes looking him over again, this time in an almost studious fashion. Mere moments later her fingers were brushing over one of his scars. He glanced at it, then back at her, speaking quickly in answer to her question, "I got that when I was barely twenty. I was doing a job on Boz Pity. My target and some of his friend got the jump on me. At the time I did not have my beskar'gam that I do now. The suit I had had plates made of durasteel. One of the blaster bolts hit the plate on my chest right there and heated the plate up. There was backing behind it, but I had not put the right kind on. It did not penetrate, but it heated the plate up and you see the results of that."
He glanced at her form, then moved some fingers to brush along under her left breast, "And what is the story behind this?" he asked her softly.
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Valeria just smirked at Adenn's question about her past partners that were also Mandalorian, shrugging her shoulders a little, Just you. She'd met several, but only in passing, usually she didn't even get to see them without their helmets on. Some had also been women, which didn't tickle Valeria's fancy. She'd always been curious about them, their culture was interesting, and there was something appealing in the air of danger and mystery that surrounded them. She was fairly sure some of them played that up for the sake of romanticism and reputation. A smart thing to do though, in her opinion. It kept them at the forefront of people's minds, either as a thing to fear, a people to respect, or as prospective bounty hunters.
As for the luxury of her surroundings, it was what she had grown up with. Valeria had had the best of everything growing up. She'd been far from spoiled, but she'd certainly been used to the finer things in life. Of course, her days spent in the field had made her appreciate such things, and to have a respect for the bare minimum as well. It was impossible, after all, to bring a giant, comfortable bed along to the battle field. She'd spent plenty of nights huddled against a boulder to shield herself from the wind so she could get a few hours of poor sleep, or curled up in a bed roll which had seemed like the greatest thing in the world after a long day of marching. Valeria was still very much a humble person despite her upbringing, thanks to her father's no nonsense attitude and her years as a field officer. Now though, she was an Admiral, and they were expected to live in a certain fashion.
Valeria listened though as Adenn told her the story behind his scar, one that he'd gotten out of apparent youthful inexperience. It was strange to think of him as a young man making such mistakes, but then mistakes were what people learned from. She'd made a fair few in her life.
When his fingers brushed the scar beneath her left breast though she glanced down at it, running a finger along the faded, jagged line absent mindedly. Some back water planet I can't even remember the name of now... the locals were rebelling and we were sent in to put them down, they'd fashioned some crude shrapnel bomb and one of my men triggered it. He was sliced to pieces, and a piece of shrapnel went through one of the joints of my arm. Punctured a lung, She gave a soft laugh, That was fun... let me tell you. Her humor hid that that had been one of the scariest moments of her life, she'd thought she was going to die.
She glanced over him again and she took his left wrist, pulling his arm out and pressed her lips to a scar along the inside of his lower arm, And that one?
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Just him. For some reason the knowledge that she had not been with another Mandalorian made him feel a bit giddy. He knew well that she had been with other men of course, but none like him. He was something new for her, something unique. Hopefully that would cause her to want to explore more, to spend more time with him. Adenn wanted to give her as many reasons as he could for repeating tonight after all.
The course of his life had certainly been different then hers. His parents had not been wealthy, not even close to it. They had made a living mining for the most part, trying to find the precious beskar that his people treasured so much. They had scraped at the earth with crude tools and sometimes used more advanced machines. But none of it had been glorious, none of it had provided luxury. It had provided a life, a life that Adenn had thought he himself would live. He had worked in those mines for a few years, helping the family, but also secretly saving what he could. He had been able to escape that life, to leave, and it had taken his father years to forgive him for leaving the family. A small sigh escaped his lips as he tried to take his mind of such thoughts. His eyes fixed on her again then and he smiled. Getting his mind of the memories was not so hard with such a beauty beside him.
Thankfully her story helped to distract him even more. He listened intently, nodding a bit and then arching an eyebrow. "When was it that you took part in ground operations?" he asked her, more then a little surprised. "Your records had indicated that you were a pilot and then after that were give command of a frigate, then worked your way up from there." It was clear that he had done his research on her, but he had not thought that some of her records would have been redacted. He went on after a bit, "I know that the Imperial navy has an infantry force, did you serve with them?" he asked her.
His mind was pulled away from her story as she kissed along a scar that was on the inside of his left arm. He smiled a bit, then replied to her, "That is from a vibro knife. A contact pulled it on me in the middle of a double cross. He had sold me out to a Hutt that wanted me dead. I snapped his neck in the end." He considered for a moment, then said softly, "I know that we each have stories behind our scars. But they do not make us entirely. I know that there is more to you then your service. At least I hope there is..."
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Adenn really didn't have to try and provide any more reasons for her to keep her coming back to him. It certainly couldn't hurt, but for the moment he was perfectly safe in having secured her interest. And she didn't see herself losing that interest any time soon. Nor did she think he would either, perhaps that was a little overconfident of her, but it was just a feeling that she had, that they'd likely be spending many more nights wrapped up in one another.
Valeria didn't really notice the slight dampening of his mood, usually she was very observant, but she was perhaps a little distracted tonight, and she was tired. So when he asked her about her experience with ground operations she looked at him, I was a pilot for a fair time, then I served about four years as an Imperial Commando, before I returned to the Navy to have command of my own ship. She explained, moving a bit closer to him, ending up tucked against his side, her head resting on his shoulder, her free hand, as she was laying a bit on one, trailing up and down his chest and stomach.
She listened to him tell her about his other scar, smirking a bit when he spoke of snapping the man's neck. For some reason that just amused her. Adenn wasn't the only one that people might consider a little twisted if they ever really got to look into their mind. She lifted her eyes to his face though when he spoke of their scars not making them entirely, finding it an oddly insightful thing to say given the rather light mood that had been prevailing. She blinked a little at his implied question and looked away, shrugging her bare, slender shoulders. I would like to think not but... she paused, thinking for a moment, I've been serving in the navy since I was seventeen, and was in the academy even before that. It's all I know. Her tone was hard to read, not sad or regretful but more contemplative. There had never been anything outside of her life as a soldier in some form or another since she was a teenager. No other dreams or aspirations.
Valeria gave a soft laugh, The only thing I know how to do that doesn't involve killing or leading people is play the piano.
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The Mandalorian was rather glad that the admiral had missed his dampened mood, for he would not have felt like souring the night by sharing the bad experiences he had had in his life. Those experiences had shaped him, yes, but he did not think that they defined him. He was not simply some miner's son, not just a Mandalorian, not just a warrior. That was what he told himself at least. In many ways he was those things alone, but with her, by working with her, he had a chance to be far far more. That was what Adenn wanted, to be more then what he had been born as. He wanted to be a man who was known for his own deeds, his own achievements, not just those of his clan.
But his attention was not focused on such things for long, for she answered his inquiry as to how she had gained combat experience on the ground. He nodded as she explained that she had been a commando, smiling a bit. "Well, that would explain how you jumped from being a starfighter commander to a line commander. That kind of transfer is not common in the fleet. You would have been lucky to have been a lieutenant, but instead you had command of your own ship. I had thought that, perhaps, you might have been someone's favorite," he admitted to her. It was not uncommon for young officers, especially attractive ones (and he could not imagine her being less attractive in her youth), gaining favor with members of the upper echelon. Granted, one's abilities might as well be enough to garner favor, but often enough in the Imperial system, at least in his experience, the former model for currying favor was most common. Of course he was also half implying, accidentally mind you, that she had possibly slept with a few of her superiors. But he was oblivious to the implication... at least for the moment.
Adenn noticed how she smirked when he told her her of how he had killed his contact. Admittedly the memory did bring a smile to his lips, but not because of the killing, rather because of what it represented. He had been wronged by someone he had trusted and the man paid for his lack of faith with his life. It let others know a simple, yet potent, truth; Adenn was not a man to be crossed. Of course there were other such examples now, but that contact had been the first one he had had to make. And he would make even more still if he must, even if that meant killing the woman in his arms. He would admit that he hoped it would not come to that, but, if it did, he liked to think that he would not hesitate to do what needed to be done.
When ext she spoke, disagreeing, at least in part, on his comment about them being more then their scars. He nodded slightly as she made her point and was about to retort when she pointed out that the only skill she had beyond killing and leading was that she could play the piano. This made Adenn chuckle a little bit and pull he closer, a contemplative hum replacing the laughter as he held her form against his own form. "Oh, I would disagree," he started, his voice soft an with a slightly playful tone. "I know well that you are a good pilot," he added, then paused a bit for affect. He raised a hand up off her form then and brought it back down, clapping it against one of her butt cheeks as he looked into her eyes and smirked, "Not to mention your rather formidable skills in bed."
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Valeria could understand wanting to be known as your own person, instead of being absorbed into the collective deeds of your family. She had striven to do much the same in regards to her father. And she had certainly made a name for herself, she'd achieved a great deal. She had secured her place in history, she only needed to maintain it, which was perhaps the hardest part of all. As she had seen for herself, Republics could crumble, Empires could crumble, nothing was safe from fate and time. Lasting long enough to be termed a true success would not be an easy feat, she knew this well, but that wouldn't stop her from trying. She'd maintain her power and position for as long as she could, and would do whatever it took to do succeed. Her penchant for working opportunities into her favor, like what she had done with Adenn, had gotten her this far, hopefully her resourcefulness would continue to work in her favor.
Her dark blue eyes glanced at the bounty hunter as he spoke of her service record, smirking a little. He certainly had done his homework. Her groomed brows though lifted when he admitted to thinking she had climbed as fast as she had by currying the favor of her superiors, which implied she'd slept with them. Giving him a slightly wry smile, Valeria lifted her head slightly to look at him, I'll admit that I slept with a few superiors, but never ones that had any bearing on my career. I have far too much pride to sleep my way up the ladder. I wouldn't really be worthy of leading anyone if that was how I had achieved my ranks. She didn't seem offended, it was a fairly common assumption that a beautiful woman as successful as her had used her 'feminine wiles' to get as high up as she had. It was a little annoying, but at the same time, blowing up over it would do her no favors. If anything it would merely seem defensive. It would have eventually caught up with me if I had... 'cheated', she shrugged, showing it was not morality that had kept her from sleeping with her superiors to advance her career, but prudence.
Valeria though was still well aware that this night together by no means meant they were safe from one another. She knew that if she crossed him, he would kill her, and she hoped he knew that if he still crossed her, she would kill him. She would rather not, especially not after tonight, she'd much rather have him alive and wrapped up with her in bed. That didn't override her promise to kill him if he ever betrayed her though, and she knew the same stood with him.
She glanced up at him though as he replaced the thoughts of their promise to one another with far more pleasant musings, smiling slightly as he pulled her against him and hummed thoughtfully. She raised a brow as he paused for effect, noticing he liked to do that, deciding he was a bit of a showman, though whether he realized that or not she wasn't sure. Valeria let out a startled noise though when his hand clapped against her ass, jumping a little and giving him a playful glare, Thanks, she said, her tone slightly sarcastic, and laughed a little before prodding him in the side. This oh so talented Admiral is tired though, she told him, her head laying back against his shoulder, settling against his body, her hand laying on his chest, Think I'll tell my advisers to make it without me tomorrow...
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He looked at her as she told him how she had slept with some of her superiors, but then insisted that it had not been to better her career. Adenn smiled a little bit then, nodding slightly. "Yes, I can see how you would have too much pride," he id softly, teasing her. "After all, who would not have pride with such a lovely shape?" He was not sure if his comments had irked her at all, she had not acted like it did, but it was better to be safe then sorry and make the conversation a bit lighter and more entertaining. So why not spin things a little bit? When she said that it would have caught up with her eventually he nodded a little bit, then smirked, "Well I am sure it would of. Especially for me around now to make all those ex-lovers jealous."
The yelp that came forth from her when he spanked her made him chuckle and brought a small smile to his lips. It was rather endearing to hear such a hardened woman making such a noise. When she thanked him for his spank, his eyes glittered mischievously as he shifted to whisper into one of her ears, "Oh, there will be others, I am sure that there will be many, many others," he said to her, curious how she would take it. He rather liked giving out spankings for some reason... and with a reaction as lovely as the one he had gotten, why would he not want to give her more still?
But her next comment made him arch an eyebrow as he smiled. "Oh? Why might you be doing that?" he asked her, then added, "Find something more pressing, or perhaps enjoyable, to do?" Adenn would not be surprise if she had found a bit more of a reason to enjoy another full day of rest and fun? But she had had a good point about being tired. The fit man yawned, his body flexing and hardening for a moment as he did. He kept his arms around her, holding her close, and smiled. "Well I think that we should rest a bit," he said to her, then leaned over, kissing her cheek and then whispered to her, "After all, we want to have plenty of energy for tomorrow. Yes?" He certainly had more then a few ideas of what tomorrow might hold for them, he was just hoping that she had similair ones.
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Valeria gave Adenn a bit of a sly look out of the corner of her eye, only turning her head slightly to look at him when he teased her, but just smirked at him a little. She let out a soft laugh and rolled her eyes though at the mention of jealous ex lovers. Most of them are dead, or not in my fleet, she told him, but smirked anyway. His mention of other spankings though made her give him a bit of a glare, Don't push your luck, Adenn Farr. It was clear by her tone though that she wasn't truly angry or offended, still though, she meant what she said. She rubbed her cheek a bit against the soft skin of his chest when he asked her about her decision for tomorrow, smiling a little, Much more enjoyable, yes, she murmured, watching his chest and stomach flex and then relax as he stretched a little during his yawn. Her dark blue eyes glanced at him though when he kissed her cheek and whispered to her, making her laugh a little, Yes, definitely.
She settled into her spot snuggled against Adenn, closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep quickly, which didn't usually happen. Valeria usually found herself laying in bed for some time thinking about the day's events and the agenda for the next day and a hundred other things before she finally fell asleep. The Mandalorian had worn her out though, and she slept soundly through the night, waking later into the morning than she usually found herself stirring. She was more or less in the same position as she had been when she fell asleep, and sat up, making a face at the sensation of how their skin was stuck together, peeling them a part. Valeria ran a hand over her face, letting out a yawn before she looked at Adenn, smirking a little before she leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead, not sure how awake he was.
Valeria slid out of bed, wincing a little at the ache between her legs, her inner thighs, just before the apex of their meeting, feeling particularly sore. She went to find her data pad, sending a message to her advisers, informing them that they'd have to function without for the day, before returning to her bed, slipping back under the covers, shivering a little against the chill she'd had to endure without them and without the heat of Adenn's body. She settled back into her spot beside him, looking forward to her first day not spent dedicated to the fleet in some time.
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He nodded a bit when she explained that most of her former lovers were dead or not in the fleet. "Well I suppose that is a good thing. It probably would not be good to have word of your rather wanton dalliances spreading throughout the fleet," he said softly in a teasing tone. He was especially glad that he did not have to handle them. He had done that more then a few times and some of his scars had come from such encounters. But he was still standing while those men were not, so he'd showed that he was the better man in more ways then one. His mind was brought back to her when she said that he best watch himself when it came to the spankings. Adenn smiled, then said softly, "The big bad admiral can't take a few spankings?" he half teased her.
Soon enough though he was focusing far more on relaxing. He nodded a bit when she said they'd have a more enjoyable day, smiling sleepily and responding softly, "Good. I really like the sound of that." One of his hands started to slide up and down her back slowly as she draped herself against him. He only half hear her agreeing to his comment about them needing rest, just grunting in response. Just like her he drifted off to a deep, deep sleep. Adenn usually slept best after he had had a rather... physical... evening. This evening though had been more physical then most he had had in a good while. So he was out for the count when sleep finally overtook him.
The next morning he woke when he felt the rather lovely body beside him departing. He was about to pull her back to him, but she leaned down and kissed his forehead. He waited until he felt and heard heard her moving off, opening his eyes a bit. The Mandalorian watched her with a smirk as she strolled around her room, marveling at her wonderful form. But when he noticed her stop typing, he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep once more. He waited for her to slide back under the covers, then slid his arms around her and pulled her close suddenly. He pressed his lips to hers in a deep and long kiss, his lips moving agianst hers passionately. As he broke the kiss a bit later he smirked, then spoke to her softly, "Mmm... good morning..."
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Valeria let out a bit of a surprised noise when Adenn's arms slid around her and pulled her close, but then let out a laugh against his lips as he kissed her. She returned it, her hands running into his hair, keeping a firm hold on him, holding his lips against hers until he broke away, letting him go. Her hands dropped to his shoulders instead, quirking a brow at him and smirking back at him. Good morning, She told him with a smile, before stretching languidly, pressing her body against his in the process with a soft groan. Valeria punctuated the act with a yawn, covering her mouth with her hand, and then laid her head back against the Mandalorian's shoulder.
Sleep well? She asked Adenn quietly, running a hand slowly over his chest, watching the path of her fingers. She pressed her lips against his shoulder, kissing the skin and running her tongue over it. Valeria loved waking up like this, it'd been a long time though. Even longer than the last time she'd had sex, since that had not been with some one she felt it would have been appropriate to have stay the night. How she could view having sex with them as appropriate but not letting them sleep in her bed most people wouldn't understand, but for Valeria, allowing a man actually into her bed, sleeping in their arms, waking up with them, was something a little more than just having sex.
Not that she was seeking any sort of emotional relationship or commitment, but perhaps a bit more of a bond than fucking and then sending him on his way. Valeria wouldn't admit it, but it was possible she was a little lonely. This encounter had satisfied her on more than just a physical front.
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The noise of surprise that she make made him chuckle and grin. He really loved surprising his partners, especially when they made such lovely noises. As she kissed him back and draped herself on him he could not help but guess that she enjoyed his actions as well. Before long their lips had parted and she lay her head against his shoulder. The mercenary grinned, reaching up and running his fingers through her hair as she lay against him. When she asked him if he had slept well he nodded a bit, then said to her softly, "I slept wonderfully. What about you?"
His mind was diverted then as she kissed his shoulder and then ran her tongue over his skin. He shuddered ever so slightly and smiled, loving the feel of her lips and tongue on his skin. But what sane man would not enjoy that? Well, one that was not into dames certainly would not enjoy that, or someone who did not like sex or... well there were probably a good deal of other sexual preferences that would not enjoy her actions, but he certainly damn well did. It felt good to feel wanted, even if it was merely because of their physical and business relationship. Of course he was unaware that to have a position in her bed was a privilege and might have meant that she wanted a bit more out of this. But that was the nature of things.
The man smiled after a bit, a hand running slowly up and down her back before he asked her, "So, what do you think we should do with all out time today?" Of course he had some idea of what she would like to do, at least when it came to physical pursuits. But did she have other things in mind? Would she want to spend time with him beyond that? Then something popped in his mind. He smiled a little bit, his fingers brushing down her spine as he asked her softly, "Would you play the piano for me perhaps?" As he asked he looked at her face, curious to see her reaction.
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Valeria made a soft noise and closed her eyes as the bounty hunter's fingers ran through her hair, rubbing her cheek against his chest a little, Slept wonderfully, she repeated back to him, the corner of her lips curling in a small smile. His subtle reaction to the contact from her lips and tongue and amused her, enjoying it, but she would agree, it was good to feel wanted. And she couldn't think of many women who wouldn't enjoy receiving this level of attention from Adenn. She certainly was, though whether it was something she'd be able to enjoy long term or not she didn't know. Their business relationship was still very new, and perhaps a little unsteady yet. It could all fall a part for all she knew, but for now, she was just trying to enjoy this time right now.
She shifted slightly to rest her chin on his shoulder, looking at him when he asked her what they should do with the day, arching a brow at him with a suggestive smile. I have an idea how most of it will be spent... she murmured, the hand on his stomach trailing low for a moment, her fingers brushing the edge of the hair between his legs before sliding back up to his chest. She blinked a little though at his request, her head tilting to the side slightly and smirking a little, I... suppose, she laughed a bit, I'm a tad rusty, but sure. Her bare shoulders shrugged a little and she seemed pleased with the idea.
About then there was a soft rumbling noise, muffled from trying to escape from between the bed and Valeria's stomach. The Admiral gave a slightly embarrassed laugh and a sheepish smile, I guess I'm hungry. She admitted, deciding that she was, and that a hearty breakfast sounded about as wonderful as a day spent tangled up with Adenn. Perhaps you'd treat me to another demonstration of your cooking skills? Valeria asked him curiously, smiling a little.
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When she told him how well she had slept a small smile tugged up the corner of his lips. "I am glad that you slept so well," he told her, his fingers still running through her hair. Considering they had both slept well, this seemed like something that should be repeated, even if it was just sleeping together. Although he really, really doubted that they could be in the same bed and only sleep together. But even if it was just then sleeping together, curled up together, he would have been happy. However if the sex was added in? Well, he knew full well that that would make him even happier then just sleeping with her would.
Soon the conversation shifted to their plans for the day... which meant that she was still thinking about sex thanks to her. He shivered a little as her hand drifted lower, then let out a slightly disappointed groan when her hand did not go further. "You are a cruel tease sometimes," he said to her softly, grinning despite the tone that he had had. When she agreed to play the piano for him, that grin remained plastered on his lips. "I look forward to it. I have never seen a gorgeous nude woman playing an instrument before," he teased her a bit.
But when their conversation was interrupted by her grumbling stomach, Adenn broke out into soft laughter. He continued to chuckle as she stated the obvious. But when she asked him if he would cook, he nodded and slid some fingers down her back. "I would love to," he said to her softly, his eyes fixed on hers. He groaned a bit and stretched, then said, "But first I think I would like to take a shower. I need to work out some kinks." Adenn smirked then and asked her, "Maybe having an extra set of hands would help."
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Valeria doubted she could be in the same bed as Adenn and not wind up having sex with him. She wasn't even sure she could be around him after this without trying to devise some way of getting the two of them locked together. Right now though she was content to simply lay with him, her chin resting on his shoulder as he ran his fingers through the now wavy black hair, since she had not had the chance to tame it the night before after her shower, and now that she had slept on it, and her free hand rubbing his chest and stomach. Sex was still on her mind of course, how could it not be? But she was happy as she was for the moment.
She gave him a mischievous, satisfied smirk at the disappointed groan he let out and then told her she was a cruel tease, laughing softly under her breath. She laughed a little louder though when he mentioned getting to watch her play naked, Well, I suppose it's a good thing I had one put on this ship as the only other one is in my office, and I would rather not go traipsing about naked in my office. Or go there at all, since my advisers will just bother me. If they saw her at all she'd get no peace. She'd turned off her communications after sending them the message that she was taking the day off. Only the emergency channel was still open, but they all knew that it had better be an actual emergency if they were going to use that, or the Admiral just might kill them.
Valeria gave him a smile when he agreed to cook, feeling his fingers run down her back, and then watched him stretch a little before she sat up, still sitting beside him, propping herself up on one arm. She smirked down at him though when he said he should take a shower, and implied he'd like some company. She arched a brow at him slightly, smirking still, Well, then I'm glad to volunteer my assistance. She leaned down to brush a quick kiss to his lips before she slid out of the bed, heading for the bathroom and getting the shower going.
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The smirk that was on her face in reaction to his groan spoke volumes to Adenn. This was not going to be a one sided relationship where he did the teasing and tempting. Really he did not mind at all that she teased him and such, as long as their was an eventual payoff. But he doubted very much that she would leave him wanting and not satiate his needs. After all, he had more then a few tricks up his own sleeve to entice her into things.
His mind slid back to the moment as she laughed, then commented that she did not want to be naked in her office. He chuckled and smiled, then shot back to her, "You never want to be naked in your office? Well I shall have to make it my mission to change that," he informed her. That idea was quite appealing to him, tempting her into doing something that she seemed to think was not a possibility. But why wouldn't he want to do it? The thought of bending her over her desk would cause just about anyone to shiver with want.
Soon enough she was sitting up, but he remind still, liking the view from where he was for the time being. When she said that she'd volunteer, a smirk formed on Adenn's lips. He was about to reply, but she leaned down and kissed him quick instead. He sat up as she slid out of bed, then chuckled, saying half to himself, "This deal keeps getting better and better." The mercenary moved to the side of the bed and stood up, stretching and groaning a bit. He then moved to the bathroom, smiling as he looked at her turning the fresher on. He moved over then and patted her bottom, "Come on, I want to get you wet," he joked, smiling.
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No, Valeria did not have an idle personality, and had never been the type to just sit and wait for things to happen. If she wanted something, she went for it, and if she wanted something to happen, she set it into motion. So Adenn would not be the only one to be teasing and tempting and acting, but he needn't worry about being left hanging, Valeria was not the type to act without having the guts or drive to follow up. She only hoped he returned the courtesy, as Valeria was not the type to take being teased and then left wanting very well. Some parts of her personality carried through both her professional and personal life, and her habit of expecting results was one of them.
The thought of messing around in her office wasn't entirely unappealing, she couldn't lie and say it wasn't, but she was more concerned with being interrupted and then never getting any peace. She had to deal with her advisers in her ear all day long, she'd rather not have them bothering her when she was tangled up with Adenn. That wasn't to say she couldn't be convinced though. Or that she wouldn't enjoy it if he did manage to achieve his new mission.
Valeria glanced over her shoulder when Adenn walked into the bathroom, her hand in the stream of water, checking the temperature. It fell like rain from a foot wide tract in the ceiling, leaving another foot of space on either side, and at each end. She gave him a smirk and arched a brow when he patted her bottom and joked about getting her wet, making her roll her eyes a little, but she just stepped into the stall, catching the hand he'd patted her with. Well come on then, she tugged him along after her, the warm water pattering on her head and shoulders in a pleasing way.
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Adenn could not help but chuckle when she caught hold of the hand that had patted her bottom, then tugged him into the shower. He doubted that she would have been able to pull him in by main force, but as it was he was more then willing to be pulled in. The Mandalorian stepped under the flowing water, a happy sigh being elicited by the wonderful liquid as it flowed over his face and down his form. He had always loved the feeling of water flowing over his body. Not only did it make him feel clean, but it helped him relax in a way that few things could. Not only was it calming, but it helped him clear his mind.
His eyes opened up after a moment and they focused on her, the blue orbs fixated on her. Adenn's lips curled up in a smile as he spoke to her, "Well, so far my intentions seem to have been a success," he teased her, a joke in reference to his earlier one about getting her wet. He knew that she would likely find the comment cheesy and roll her eyes at him again, but he did not care. He just liked getting her to laugh and the route he took to that goal did not matter very much to him. In his experience, laughter helped to contribute to the prolonging of a relationship. Although, now that he thought about it, maybe he should not follow the same or similair game plan to what he had done before. After all his longest relationship had only been six months long and he certainly did not want one or both of them to be dead by then or before.
He reached out, getting some soap from one of the dispensers that was built into the wall and smiled, reaching out and sliding an arm around her waist while he brought the soap filled hand to her chest and began to soap her up. As he did he asked her softly, "So, what is it that you think you would like for our first meal today?"
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Valeria took a moment as the Mandalorian followed her in to tip her head back, eyes closed, letting the water run back onto her hair, getting it wet, letting out a soft sigh of her own. Wiping her eyes with her hand to get water out of them though she looked at Adenn when he spoke, pushing wet hair out of her face. She did roll her eyes at him, smirking a little, a snort of a laugh escaping her nose under her breath. It was cheesy, but she wasn't going to complain, at least he had a sense of humor. Most men she had been with seemed to think that she lacked a sense of humor, and that they needed to be serious around her at all times. While Valeria would admit she wasn't exactly silly, or even a very jovial person, she did enjoy a bit of humor now and again, and liked to laugh when the mood struck her.
As for previous relationships, she'd only been in two that had gone beyond satisfying one another's needs in private, and neither of them had lasted very long, the longer one lasting about five months, the other a mere three. Valeria had a lot of demands on her time, and had little left over to dedicate to a relationship at the level that most people expected. It was a little frustrating really, because she knew many Admirals who had managed to get married, and while their wives had expressed some level of regret that they got to see their husbands so little, they'd been understanding. Most men though, it seemed, thought women should be more dedicated to the pursuit of a husband than the progression of their career. And the one that had asted five months had ended when the man had, half-jokingly, mentioned that before long she'd have to resign as Admiral so they could get married. It hadn't set well with her, so she'd ended things, refusing to give up the one thing she'd worked hardest for in her life just to be some one's little wife.
None of that was here nor there at the moment though as she felt Adenn's arm slide around her waist, looking up at him with a sly little grin, one hand running up the arm around her waist, the other on his side as her soaped up her chest. Her brows raised a little at his question and she made a thoughtful noise as she reached over and got some soap in her hands, lathering it on Adenn's stomach and then up to his chest, Do you know how to make Iktotch toast? She asked him curiously, That's the only request I have, if you can make it, beyond that I leave in your capable hands.
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Adenn smiled as the admiral got some soap on one of her own hands and started to soap him. The feeling was quite pleasant, he had to admit, and he enjoyed it quite a bit. But then again he had enjoyed her touching him pretty much every time she had so far. As her hand ran over his form, his own hand drifted around to scrub lightly at her back. Soon enough she responded to his question with a question of her own. He smiled a bit and nodded, telling her, "Yes, I can do that. Though it might not be Iktotch toast exactly. But I can get it pretty close." He continued to wash her with the smile continuing to play upon his lips. "Perhaps you would also like to have some meat with your toast?" he asked her, actually without meaning it to be a tease or suggestive in any way.
He continued to wash her, a question coming to his mind as he did so. "When I came in... well... to do my job... you were reading," he said to her, his hand moving down one of her thighs, his fingers brushing against it as he went on, "What were you reading? I have not done much reading myself, so I am a bit curious." Adenn had ever been much for reading himself, at least when it did not come to doing it for work purposes. During his youth there had not been much emphasis put upon reading, especially since they had to focus on just living day to day. This was just another illustration of the differences of their upbringing in his mind, but perhaps it did not have to continue to be a difference. If it was something that she enjoyed, then maybe it should be something he should try?
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Valeria's hands ran over the bounty hunter's chest and stomach and shoulders, the soap was a good excuse but she was just enjoying herself anyway, being touched and touching him in return. They weren't overtly sexual touches for either of them, more sensual, she found them just as pleasant either way. She glanced up at Adenn agreed to making Iktotch toast, though it wouldn't be one hundred percent authentic, she shrugged a little, That's fine. I'm sure it'll be good. She let the water wash over him a little, cleaning him of suds before she pressed a kiss to his shoulder, resting her chin against it though when he asked about other items on the breakfast menu, making a thoughtful noise as her hands ran over his sides, always having been fond of the feeling of water running over skin. Hmm, some sort of bacon I suppose, She answered, her hair having absorbed enough water to hang down her back, plastering to her face a little.
His next question was a little unexpected, but she laughed softly, feeling his fingers brushing down one of her thighs. Actually, I was reading reports, she told him, I don't get the time to read for leisure much anymore. I did when I was younger, and I still do sometimes. Her bare shoulders shrugged, her skin having taken on a healthy pink flush under the hot water. When I do get to read though I mostly like fiction, sometimes I'll read some sort of historical account of some event or another, or sometimes scientific articles, but for the most part, fiction, her hands ran around to wash his back, making her end up pressed against him, I deal with reality enough every day, it's nice to escape sometimes.
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Adenn nodded when she said that it would be fine if the toast was not perfect. He was very glad that she was not a stickler for such things. If she had been someone to want everything just so, then they likely would have been in trouble. Adenn was very much used to and comfortable with making the best of what he had, with improvising. All of these amenities that she had was something that he was very much unaccustomed to. The warrior was slightly worried that all these niceties, this luxury, would make him soft. He could not afford to be soft, to be weak.
However he was distracted from his thoughts when she spoke once more, suggesting that they have bacon of some sort. He nodded a bit and smiled, "Of course," he told her. His fingers roamed over her then, washing her. As much as he was worried about becoming soft, he knew well that he could not walk away from this easily. She was a luxury that not only would he live with, but he would crave it, crave her. Already he was imagining what it would like to be with her next time.
When she spoke next, answering his inquiry, he cocked his head to the side. "Really? Here I thought you were reading something else," he said softly. He moved some fingers up to frame her face, brushing the stray hairs away from it. As he did so he spoke to her, "I have never really read anything fictional, I did not see much of a point," he admitted to her. His hands slowly ran down her back then as he asked her, "What is the appeal in it? Certainly you do not learn from it." He had never had much time for fantasy in his life, since he was to often concentrating on making a living. As he waited for her answer he moved aorund behind her, getting some shampoo, and putting it into her hair and soaping it up, his fingers running through it.
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Valeria didn't think herself weak or soft for enjoying the luxuries she had available to her, but then, she wasn't a bounty hunter who had to fight to survive. It was what she was raised with, and even though she knew she was capable of going without, she didn't see a reason to. What was the point of depriving yourself of things that were enjoyable just to prove how tough you were? She also had not been raised in the style of a Mandalorian though. Valeria was from privilege, raised in it, and if she had it her way, would continue to live with it.
And like Adenn, she fully intended to continue indulging herself in him. The luxury of a good lover was harder to come by than others, since it wasn't exactly something you could buy. Well, it was actually, but Valeria would rather not have to pay for a lover. She much preferred it to happen naturally. Well, as naturally as feeding a man aphrodisial wine and subjecting him to pheromones could be. She just smiled softly as his fingers roamed over her skin, her own doing the same to him, on hand running over his hip then back up to his chest.
Valeria looked at him and laughed softly when a shrug when he said he thought she'd been reading something else, No, reports tend to be my reading material more often than not these days. She would much rather be reading a novel, but unfortunately she was running a fleet and a sector, and while she indulged in luxuries when she could, she was still a hard worker. She smiled a little when he brushed the stray strands of black hair from her face, then admitted he had never read anything fictional, as he didn't see the point in it. When asked about the appeal, the value of reading fiction she laughed softly, watching him move behind her, feeling his hands in her hair. She let out a soft sigh, eyes half closed. Are all Mandalorians so practical? She asked him teasingly before she continued.
And what do you learn from good food? What do you get from that? When you could get the same nutrition your body needs from some far less appetizing? She asked him, What do you get from good sex? When you could get the same amount of exercise from physical training? Valeria shrugged her slender shoulders, Some things don't hold a practical value, some things are just good for your mind and soul.
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Adenn arched an eyebrow as she laughed at him. Was it really so comedic? His view on reading had been engrained into him more or less and he thought of it as another tool for him to use rather then something to take pleasure in. When she spoke, saying that reports tended to be her reading material these days, he nodded a little bit. "I can understand why that would be," he started, then went on, "After all, you must know what is going on inside the fleet and the sector." As he spoke to her he continued to run his fingers through her hair, washing it as he went. The sigh he elicited from her by doing so brought a smile to his lips. It was rather satisfying to know that little actions like that could bring such pleasure to her.
However his mind moved back to the subject at hand when she asked him if all Mandalorians were so practical. He nodded a bit, but knowing that she could not see that, he responded, "The vast majority tend to be, yes. Remember, most of us have to work for a living, myself included. Many are mercenaries, bounty hunters and the like when they are younger, but most give that up when they have a family. There are a fair number that actually do not see combat at all. Many are farmers, miners or other similair such professions that many people think are primitive or something that should be left to droids. But when you need to provide for your children, you do it, and you do not have much time for reading for pleasure."
He fell silent when she continued, trying to explain to him why she enjoyed reading for fun. He listened to her as she compared it to food, sex, things like that. He smiled a bit, then said, "Well I do not think that sex can be used for a proper comparison. After all, that is not about physical exercise. It is good for the body and soul as well as meeting physical needs." His fingers ran through her hair, helping to rinse the last bits of soap and the like from it before he said, "But if you claim that it is good, I suppose I could give it a try."
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Valeria gave a soft laugh as he voiced understanding as to why she read reports more than novels these days, nodding her head slowly, Yes, I try to stay informed as much as I can. Of course, I delegate much of the responsibilities to others but, I still have to stay on top of them, and still need to have an idea of how things are going. Even with my subordinates filtering out things that are too small scale or insignificant, it's still a lot of information. Her eyes stayed half closed as his fingers ran through her hair, the combination of the sensation of his touch and the warm water relaxing her more so than she'd been able to achieve in some time.
She nodded again though when he pointed out that most Mandalorians had to work for a living, either as bounty hunters, or farmers and miners and the like. Yes, that's true I suppose, she agreed, A hard life doesn't really leave room for other pursuits. Valeria knew this, though it sometimes slipped her mind, after all it wasn't the life she'd lived growing up, and even since joining the military she usually had some luxuries afforded to her. Less so when she'd first joined, but as she'd climbed the ranks, she'd regained them more and more. Now, as an Admiral, she had many luxuries, but little time to enjoy them. She supposed she could likely do as she was now more often, take a day off, but Valeria had not gotten where she was by sitting on her laurels.
She laughed again as he pointed out that sex could be good for the soul, But that's exactly what I mean about a good book. Her eyes opened a little more than they had been, glancing at him over her shoulder when he said he could give it a try, I'd be happy to recommend some books for you then. Valeria turned as he finished rinsing her hair, her hands running up his stomach and chest to his shoulders, resting on them to give her a bit of extra balance as she leaned up, pressing her lips to his in a slow kiss, though it was interrupted a moment later as her stomach gave a loud, complaining growl, making her smile against his lips before she pulled away to laugh. I suppose we should wrap this up.
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Adenn grunted when she said that she tried to stay informed, despite the face that she delegated. He really was not paying much attention to it anymore, concentrating on washing her hair more. Soon enough the conversation turned toward the Mandalorians and he smiled a bit at her observation. "Yes, it does tend to narrow one's focus," he said softly. His had been narrowed to a razor's edge before, concentrated entirely on his job an nothing else. But then he had met the admiral and things... well things had changed. He blinked a bit then and wondered a little; how had that happened? Sure she was beautiful, smart... but how had she changed his mind?
But his mind was brought back to the moment when she laughed in answer to his comment about sex being good for the soul. He smiled a bit as she insisted that that was her point, chuckling himself. "Well, I have never known a book that can do for me what you did," he said in a husky voice. But his eyes quickly took on a mischievous glint as he added, "And I am rather sure that you do not want me to find one that can. So be careful about what you recommend."
Soon enough she was turning, running her hands over his stomach and chest again, which made him growl slightly. As her lips met his he slid a hand around her waist, pulling her closer and pressing his own lips against hers. But the moment was interrupted by her stomach, which seemed to be as ravenous as she was, only for different fare. As she pulled back and laughed he could not help but chuckle a bit. "I suppose that we should," he agreed softly.
He reached over and turned the water off, then pressed the button for the dryers. Several panels opened along the walls and over them and a moment later there was warm air blowing out and drying them off. Once that was done he opened the door and stepped out, smiling. "Well, we best get you some food," he told her, "Otherwise your stomach might launch a mutiny of it's own," he teased her. He moved off then and back into her room. He grabbed the shorts that he had worn the night before and slid them on, then stretched a bit. "I will be in the kitchen," he told her, then added, "Come along when you're ready." That done he opened her door and headed out, intent on getting breakfast together.
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Valeria didn't know the Mandalorian terribly well, but she knew his type, and men in general, and she doubted he would appreciate it if he knew that he had been practically ensnared by her. She didn't like to think she'd tricked him, after all, her particular abilities only worked if there was already an existing sense of attraction, the aphrodisial wine was not so discerning, but still. Considering he was still here, and seemed to be enjoying himself, even with the wine no longer effecting him, she took it that he wanted to be here. Still though, men were prideful creatures, especially one as independent as Adenn, but Valeria was a firm believer in what you don't know won't hurt you. It wasn't always true, but in this case, she thought it appropriate.
She'd given him a sly smile at his pointing out that he had never known a book that could do for him what she had, making her give a low, pleased laugh. At his 'warning' to be careful about which books she gave him, for fear of having his attention stolen, she'd just given him another laugh, Oh I don't think I need to be careful, I'm rather confident in my abilities. Valeria assured him, perhaps it was a little arrogant of her, but she somehow doubted that there was a book out there that would so absorb Adenn that she couldn't lure him away from it.
Valeria stood with her gray-green eyes slightly squinted as the warm air blew around them, drying their bodies, but her hair still stayed primarily wet, she'd have to dry that a little on her own. She followed him out though, smiling a little at his joke about her stomach throwing a mutiny, It can be rather traitorous at times. Though, to be fair, she usually would have eaten breakfast by now, and her body was used to a routine, add in the fact that she'd built up quite an appetite the night before, she could understand her stomach's insistence on being fed.
With Adenn gone, Valeria grabbed a towel and dried her hair a little, though didn't bother to take the time to dry it fully, and pulled on one of the thicker robes she owned, once again not bothering with anything else. Instead she left, venturing down into the kitchen to find Adenn, going through the dining hall and into the kitchen itself.
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Laughter. That was his immediate response to her declaration about being confident in her abilities to draw him away form a book. It was not that he did not believe her, quite the opposite actually, he just found her confidence in herself entertaining, and quite appealing to boot. Adenn could not help but say to her quickly, "Well then, I will have to find some books. I am quite interested to see what techniques you might use to distract me."
Soon enough he was in the kitchen and cooking. He had gotten out bread and eggs, making the later wash to which he added some spices and then dredged the former in. He then got out a pan and put some butter in it. Once that was melted he started to place slices of bread into it. He then took out another pan and fired up a second burner. He then took some bantha bacon out of the fridge and started to cook that as well.
He heard footsteps as he dished up the first of the toast and smiled. "Ah, just in time," he said softly, fetching out some powdered sugar and dusting the toast with it. He put the plate directly across from him on the counter, smiling. "Dig in," he said to her softly. Only a minute later he pulled some of the bacon out of the other pan and added it to the plate. "I hope it meets up to your standards," he said and flashed her a smile.
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Valeria padded barefoot across the kitchen, hair still damp but tumbling over her shoulders and down her back in a slightly messy state since she hadn't bothered to do much with it. Drying on it's own, her hair had a tendency to go a little power mad, and resulted in a wavy, curling black mass. She gave him a smile as he greeted her, and sat down where put the place with the Iktotch toast, sliding onto the stool at the counter, perching atop it carefully since it had no back, just a padded seat.
She watched him, waiting patiently, as he finished cooking the bacon, smiling as he deposited it on her plate and spoke. Taking her hair in her hands she twisted it into a make-shift bun low on her head to keep it out of her way, and picked up the toast, leaning over a bit so not to get powdered sugar all over her robe, taking a bit. She chewed and nodded, giving him a smirk, Not bad, she told him, covering her mouth a little as she spoke, as she'd always been taught not to show your food when you spoke while eating. Really, talking with food in your mouth was rude, but she somehow doubted Adenn was much of a stickler for table manners.
Valeria chewed contentedly on the bacon next, looking at him, Very good, she smirked, If you ever decide to retire from being a bounty hunter I would happily hire you as my personal chef. She teased, leaning on her elbows on the counter and licked her finger tips clean of bacon grease and powdered sugar, a combination that only worked at breakfast.
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Adenn smiled as his eyes drank in the sight of her, finding the sight of her with her hair tumbling down her shoulders in a messy state rather appealing. She was undeniably attractive at the moment, appearing far less like an admiral and more like a regular woman who had just gotten out of bed. He had to wonder how many people saw her like this. More then likely it was a very, very select few. He certainly was looking forward to seeing her in such a state far more often.
He concentrated on cooking a bit more for himself, but smiled when she said that it was not bad. "Just not bad? Could you do better?" he teased her a bit. She then made the comment a bit later that it was very good, but it was what she said after that that made him chuckle. "Your personal chef huh?" he asked her a bit, smiling. He was silent for a little bit and was concentrating on flipping bacon before he said to her, "And would you be hiring me for my cooking or for my company?" he teased her a bit. Adenn plated the rest of the toast as well as the bacon and put it at a spot beside her.
The bounty hunter then moved around to the other side of the counter, a smirk playing upon his lips. He paused behind her and stepped in close, his hands sliding along her thighs as he leaned in and whispered into her ear, "As good as this might be, I have something else I would much rather have for breakfast then that food..."
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Of the people that got to see the Admiral in such an informal and casual state, there were indeed very few. Adenn was probably the first man to do so in some time, as she usually asked her lovers to leave well before morning. She could say what had made her decide to let him stay in her bed last night, maybe a combination of exhaustion and contentment. And perhaps she was a little lonely, though that wasn't something she'd admit to him, or even herself. It had been nice to enjoy that sort of intimacy again. It had been the icing on the cake after the very satisfying sex.
Valeria rolled her eyes at his teasing question, giving him a wry smirk, Perhaps, with some practice. She was a very stubborn and competitive person, if she really wanted to be better than some one at something, she didn't stop until she was. Which was why she rarely set that challenge for herself, she honestly didn't have the time to do so. Cooking toast though, that couldn't really be that time consuming could it? However his question about her reasons for hiring him as her personal chef made her give him a sly grin, her head tilting to the side. I can't hire you for both? She asked, licking powdered sugar off her thumb.
She watched Adenn out of the corner of her eye though as he moved around the counter, seeing how he was smirking at her. She didn't turn her head to watch him though as he moved behind her, instead being sharply aware of his presence and movement, so not surprised when he stepped in close and his hands came around to run along her thighs. Valeria arched a brow, the corner of her mouth curling in a smirk as he whispered in her ear. Oh? she breathed, And what else is it exactly that you'd like on the menu?