What's life without a little risk, he'd always said. He decided it was time see if the Sith Lord meant the promises he'd seen in her glowing eyes. They had flirted back and forth several times, but with all that had happened he wondered if taking this chance would be too stressful for either of them. Then again, he thought with a smile, maybe this could relieve some stress. The attraction between them sparked like the lightning the poured from her fingers in battle, but the potential for something deeper made him nervous. Luckily, a couple of glasses of the Jorian whiskey he'd liberated from the stuffed shirts on Alderaan helped bolster his nerve for now. For some reason he always felt like he stood as the edge of a chasm when dealing with the Sith, torn between jumping into the unknown or stepping back into what was familiar. But tonight he felt like finishing something they had started long ago. When she returned to the bridge where he was lounging, he was waiting to talk to her, again taken aback at how beautiful he found her.

She abhorred the heavy armored robes that many Sith wore. In keeping with her Assassin class, she preferred lighter garments that swirled around her, but left her shoulders and midriff bare. The idea of stroking that expanse of skin had haunted him for a while. The tribal tattoos around her eyes and on her upper lip stood out in stark contrast to her bone white skin. The bleaching of her skin was a side effect of following the dark side of the Force. She had the hood of her robe down, exposing her short silver-white hair and the ritualistic scars that trailed from her lower lip to the hollow of her throat. Hood down, no gauntlets, the telltale signs that wasn't in battle mode. When she looked at him, her eyes a deep red, there was a mix of challenge and desire. There was also a trace of something he couldn't name. It was the same thing he had seen when their conversations started getting too deep and he had to back off before he began to feel trapped. But it was that unnamed glow that made him push forward.

"You busy?" It looked like the question had caught her off guard and for a moment she appeared almost shy, not what he was used to. It reminded him of how young she was, young but still so powerful. She didn't back down however, a good sign.

"I could think of a number of things we could do..." she trailed off, looking up at him. Time to fly or fall, he thought.

"I might have had the same idea. What say we find a quiet spot on the ship? Get to know each other better?" He said it with a smile and was glad when she returned the smile.

"If you're thinking what I'm thinking, I can't wait." She inched closer to him, not trying to rush.

"Well, let's find out." They moved into each other's space, leaning into that light kiss. Just a taste, a testing of the how deep the waters flowed. Drawing back just enough to gauge reaction, they stood there a moment longer, arms resting loosely around each other. It was she who spoke first.

"You mentioned quiet, my quarters are the quietest place on the ship." Still a trace of shyness in her eyes, but it was quickly losing ground to the heat of desire. Not wanting to lose any advantage Andronikos leaned in and brushed his lips against hers again.

"After you," he murmured. Not letting her gaze drop from his, she backed out of his arms just far enough to grasp his hands and lead him down the corridor to her room. She only let go to turn around and key in the code to open the door to her private quarters. She walked in, and he followed her into the dimly lit room. As soon as they were inside Andronikos wrapped one hand around her waist, something he'd been dying to do for what seemed like ages. He was reminded of how slight she was. It took no effort to pull her to him before dropping his lips down to the side of her neck and nuzzling the tender spot just above her collarbone.

"K'isha," he whispered her name against her skin, the one she'd told him on Tatooine. She shivered in him arms slightly.

"You are the only one who calls me that." She said with a sigh, melting against him. He hadn't been sure how she would react to his bold move. He was almost relieved when she leaned her head back on his shoulder and gave into the warmth of his mouth, letting out a moan that he felt vibrate against his lips.

"So, this is getting to know each other better?" she asked, her voice amused but breathless, "You probably know more than anyone else, what else do you wish to know about me?" He stopped himself from saying "I want to know everything," ... as true as that was it seemed too sentimental. Too binding. Just enjoy the moment, he told himself.

"I want to know if you still feel as good against me as I remember." He breathed against her throat, true enough even if it was an evasion.

Keeping the hand at her waist, he used his free hand to press the button on the console to close the heavy door behind them, ensuring privacy. He reached up and cupped the side of her face as moved his kiss up her throat, and nipped her tender earlobe. Silently, he cursed the gauntlets keeping his hands from her skin. As if sensing his frustration K'isha pulled the gauntlet off the hand at her waist, then sighed as he ran his fingers across her skin. Her skin was like shadowsilk against his fingertips. Not one to be outdone she moved against him, shifting against his hips, savoring the firmness of his body. Andronikos continued his gentle onslaught, working teeth and lips down to her shoulder. He used the hand at her waist to undo her belt before carefully lowering it to the floor then working on the clasp at her lower robe. The air hitting her legs as her robe slid to the floor seemed to jolt K'isha from her haze. She spun in Andronikos's arms and melded her mouth to his. The suddenness of the move surprised him and all he could do was stand there, stunned, as her mouth plundered his. When he regained some presence of mind he realized she'd undone the clasps of his jacket and was running her hands over the topography of his chest and stomach. He pulled off his remaining gauntlet and let her slide his garment off of his shoulders before breaking off from the kiss.

"Well played," he chuckled against her lips. He thought it would be like this. K'isha wasn't used to someone else taking charge. In this case fighting for the upper hand really would be a pleasure.

Grasping the hem of her upper robe, he pulled it up over her head. Standing there in her boots and the semi-sheer bra and shorts that were her undergarments, she could make his fantasies envious. Her nipples strained against the thin fabric and her shorts defined as much as they concealed. K'isha stepped back and posed, letting him get a full view of the body he'd been longing for. Her body was toned by her time in training and on the battlefield, but still soft and supple. Every move was graceful and done with purpose. She raised her arms above her head in a move he'd seen her do before, dancing in the cantinas when they'd had some rare down time. The easy movement seemed as enjoyable for her as it was for him to watch. She turned so that he could enjoy the view of her back as much as her front. He'd seen glimpses from what her robes exposed, but this full on view was overwhelming.

Andronikos had never felt his body react so forcefully. When she turned to face him he moved in with a groan and claimed her lips. His movements were more erratic as he struggled to unclip his belt and set it down without setting off his twin blasters. Feeling the need to regain some control, he struck at one of her weaknesses. He migrated his kiss from her lips, down her throat. He could feel her legs go weak as he pressed his advantage. The fine scars on her neck felt like lace against his tongue, at odds with the rest of her satiny skin. His hands were finally free to roam her body and he was ready to explore every inch of her. Running his hands over her breasts he felt the hardness of her nipples as his thumbs grazed them. His body responded in kind, harder than he could remember. K'isha had her arms wrapped around his neck, clinging to him, her head thrown back allowing him all the access he'd ever wanted. His fingertips traced the edge of her rib cage before moving lower to her slender hips. Somehow they both managed to kick off their boots as they maneuvered to her bed. He cupped her firm backside, lifted her easily and laid her on the thick duvet, following close behind. K'isha quickly unfastened his breeches and slid them down his hips. He jerked as she ran her hand over his swollen form, caressing him through his own thin shorts. She grinned sinfully at him as she urged him on his back. There was a glint of mischief in her eyes now. He smiled at that. Very well, he thought, he could let her lead, for a moment.

He lay back as she kneeled over him. She ran her fingertips over the tattoo that flowed along the side of his face and around his left eye before capturing his lips. He let himself relish the sensation of her hands traveling over his body, learning his body as he had learned hers. The sight of her pale hands on his dusky skin caused him to shudder, as he struggled to maintain control. She used her mouth as adeptly as he, leaving his lips to kiss along his jaw line and down to his collarbone. It had been too long since a lover had paid this much attention to his needs and he wondered how long he could last. It was his turn to gasp as she scraped her teeth gently over his chest. As he watched, tiny sparks pulsed around her hands, waking new nerves as she touched him. It surprised him that the lightning she wielded could feel so blissful. Every spot she touched tingled but left no burn or pain. She moved down his body, administering the same sweet torture he had done to her. She laved her tongue across his abdomen, tracing every crevice. Her hands still pulsed as they ran down his sides, the tiny shocks only increasing the sensation. She nuzzled the groove of his hipbone, moving down, only stopping when she reached the waistband of his shorts. She lifted her head enough to look into his eyes as she tugged the waistband, the request as clear as if she'd spoken it. He lifted his hips to allow her to slide off the last of his garments, completely exposed to her gaze. The hunger was clear in her eyes as she cupped where he was throbbing. She let the lightning subside for the moment as she stoked him gently. He groaned as her fingers played up and down his hardness. Almost too much to take, he had to grit his teeth to avoid losing control. But when she leaned down her head and ran her tongue along his shaft from base to tip, he decided he needed to take back the lead. In one swift motion he sat up, grasped her waist and spun her back onto the bed.