Author's notes: I have absolutely no idea where this came from. I'm not even sure what it's about. But I liked writing it.
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"You should sign it in blood," Cad Bane had said, propping his boots up on the table between him and Ahsoka, rolling a toothpick in between his teeth.
Ahsoka looked down at the object in question; a contract, one she wouldn't bother even reading if it was something Bane was a part of. She had no idea when their little "rules" started (and there certainly were rules), but a contract? That seemed a bit much.
"I'm not signing this." She said matter of factly, crossing her legs as if that made her statement all the more valid.
He waited a few beats, fingers drumming silently on the back of the couch. His hat was down, hiding his eyes, and Ahsoka thought it was at these times that he was just a man in the shadows. Nothing more. It made her uncomfortable not knowing if he was looking at her (although, she reasoned, he was probably looking at her).
She heard him growl, although it could have been a chuckle. With Bane you could never really tell.
"Rude," he said, taking the toothpick out and flicking it randomly into the darkness. "You didn't even let me finish…." He whipped out a pocketknife from seemingly out of nowhere, and she wasn't aware he had done it until she heard the tshk of the blade being released. Her breath hitched, and she wondered if he was going to do what her mind automatically jumped to. She was still frightened of him, if only for the reason that he was dangerously spontaneous.
"You gonna prick my finger?" She meant her voice to sound more condescending, but she was disappointed to find that she just sounded curious. Maybe it was an honest question.
He dropped the knife onto the table and she distantly heard it clatter before she realized how much closer they were. Somewhere in the back of her mind she identified that he had the hem of her tube-top balled in his fists, and that he had yanked her almost clear across the table, directly to him.
At first she was inhaling the lingering flavors on his breath; the tobacco, something spicy, something minty; and then, she was tasting them. He devoured her mouth hungrily and quickly, as if he was being timed. He sought her tongue out instantly with his own, greedily exploring more and more of her.
Ahsoka had never been kissed. She didn't quite know how those types of things worked. Although she wasn't as naive as to be oblivious to Bane's completely obvious and inappropriate come-ons. She had a pretty basic idea about what he wanted.
What disgusted her the most was how much she realized she needed it. She had responded immediately, her self-control throwing the reins over to her libido in an instant. She wasn't even sure what she was doing. All she was sure of was that she needed more of him inside her mouth.
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She began to get more excited when she felt him nibbling on her lips with his teeth. Oh, his teeth. She had wanted to know what they felt like. She shivered as he ran his tongue over her bottom lip before taking it between his teeth, and then…
'And then?' Ahsoka thought, as she felt not pleasure but instead something else. Something… that stung.
"OW!" She shrieked, pushing him as far away from her as possible. She stumbled back, and felt the side of her lip where she could already taste the copper like flavor pooling.
"You son of a bitch!"
Bane actually looked surprised for a second, before laughing the hardest she's ever seen him. Which wasn't very hard, but still. She found herself focusing on the part of his mouth that still had a little of her blood on it. She pictured in her head those sharp, dirty daggers coming down, impaling the plump cushion-like flesh. She gasped as the sudden scorching feeling came back.
Bane found where her eyes were looking, and wiped the bit of blood away with his middle finger. He stuck it in his mouth, sucking the rest of it off, making a noise in the back of his throat that Ahsoka had to admit rubbed her in all the right places.
"Why did you do that?" she demanded, trying to put some anger and authority back in her voice but failing miserably.
"I told you…" Bane drawled, reaching down and picking up the piece of paper that was still on the table, "…. You didn't let me finish." He turned the paper around for her to see.
There, on the signature line, were two small drops of blood.
Her hand shot out at lighting speed to try and snatch it away, but Bane was quicker. He smirked, folded it and stuffed it in his pocket before walking away. Half way to the door, he stopped and turned around to look at her.
"You should put some ice on dat."
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