So some pure smut here. I got to thinking what would happen if my favorite pirate ran into my smuggler before events in the game unfolded and the answer was this. Not sure this is even headcannon, just amused me.
Much better than what would have happened if Corso had run into my Sith though...
Ryli looked down the bar somewhat annoyed. Tatooine wasn't her favorite place and the drinks were awful. She signaled for another round anyway.
Further down the bar, she caught sight of a white mohawk and her eyes drifted over the man. He was tanned, who isn't on this planet, well-built, with a tattoo curled around his eye and a disgruntled look on his face. He was gorgeous, dangerous-looking. Well, well, she thought. And here I thought I'd be bored.
"Send the guy with the mohawk a drink," she said to the bartender.
"Something specific or just refill whatever he's drinking?"
"Refill. No use in making him switch." She grinned, "I'm trying to make him smile, not frown deeper."
The bartender nodded and headed down the bar. She watched him refill the man's glass and then have a short conversation where he pointed at her. The mohawked man looked at her and she raised her glass in the air, her smile almost a smirk. She tossed him a broad wink and he slid out from his stool, sauntering down to her. He leaned on the bar and said, his voice coming out rough and deep, "So how can I thank you for the drink?"
Her breath caught at his voice, which made her flush and want to cross her legs. What is it about a dangerous man, she mused.
"I shouldn't have to come up with all the ideas. Surely you can think of something," she purred.
A slow grin came over his face. "Not everyone likes my ideas," he countered.
"They probably haven't heard you explain them thoroughly," she answered.
He slid a bit closer to her and signaled for the bartender. "Let me start by refilling your drink."
"As long as you make sure I finish." She paused, eyeing him.
His mouth was raised in a definite smirk. "I finish everything I start," he said.
She smirked back and took a long, slow sip from her glass.
"Andronikos."
"Ryli."
"You want to sit here and share stories or just get to the part we both know is coming?"
"Not one for anticipation, are you?" She set her glass down.
"A beautiful woman like you comes on that strong; I'm obligated to make sure she has a good time. Wouldn't want to rush it because the talking part took too long."
Ryli grinned, "My kind of man."
"Alright, then why don't I lie and say I have better drinks upstairs."
"And here I am thirsty already," she murmured.
He extended his hand to her and led her upstairs, where he palmed the door panel open and gestured for her to enter.
"I'd say nice place, but.."
His laugh was low, laden with desire, "Can't get nice accommodations on Tatooine."
He came up behind her, his hands clenched her waist and he dropped his head to kiss her neck. She stretched against him and he spun her roughly into his arms, kissing her. He slid his holster off over his head and laid it on the table. Then he did the same to hers, his hands lingering as they moved her holster up her body and over her head.
"You said something about drinks," she mentioned.
"Did I?" he said, his mouth still in that smirk, "I think I also mentioned I lied."
He went over to the cabinet and hung up his jacket, then pulled a bottle out of the bottom.
She raised an eyebrow at him and he shrugged. "This isn't any better than what's downstairs," he grinned, "We can just drink it naked."
"My favorite way to drink," she said, her eyes glinting.
He took a long swig and then walked over to hand the bottle to her. After she took it, he reached down and pulled her jacket off. She transferred the bottle between her hands and then took a long pull. His hands slid her shirt off next and then got her bra off with a deft gesture that she noticed appreciatively. "You're good at that."
"I haven't gotten to what I'm good at yet," he whispered in her ear, sending all sorts of shivers up her body. She took another swig and handed him the bottle, unbuttoning his shirt, while sliding her fingers down his chest through the open slit. He made a sort of growl when she got to his belt and her fingers didn't stop. His pull from the bottle was quick, so he could watch her take his shirt off. She lingered on his biceps, knowing most men enjoyed that. It wasn't exactly a chore; his were taut and hard to the touch, much like another part of his body pressing against her stomach. She shivered delightfully, thinking about the strength of his hands wrapped around her, gripping her thighs. He took another swig and then leaned his head back, making a low groan as she undid his belt.
He took another pull and then grabbed her hands away from his pants, "Not yet, baby," He breathed. He handed her the bottle, which she took a quick pull from and kept her hand on his chest as he ran his hands down her belly to her belt.
"How far down," he murmured, "do these tattoos go?"
He got her belt off and drew slow circles on her hips as he moved his thumbs inside the waistline of her pants. "All the way," he breathed, arching an eyebrow at her.
"Any chance for music?" she asked.
"I'll see what I can do," he said, leaving her pants undone and slowly dragging his fingers over her skin as he turned to head over to the pad by the door. She took a swig and watched the muscles in his back shift as he found something with a heavy beat to play.
"Nice," she commented.
Andronikos turned and stood a moment, watching her sway. "Nice, indeed," he smirked, his eyes not on her face.
He walked back over to her, immediately running his hands up her stomach to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. "I don't think I paid enough attention to these," he said, as she moaned. He took the bottle out of her hands, took a swig and then dropped it behind them. His mouth bent to hers, hot and furious. His hands slid down her hips, taking her pants with them and she stepped out of them as soon as they hit the ground.
The alcohol and heat of the planet were starting to get to her, but it was almost a good thing, because she didn't put any thought into what she was doing or analyze it. Normally she'd be questioning how good of an idea this had been, but his hands and mouth convinced her that this was definitely the right move. Her hands slid around him and then down to undo his pants. He grunted when her palm drifted over the taut fabric and his tongue ran over her lips. He swung her up and shifted the two of them to lay on the bed, pulling his pants off.
She attempted to swing over on top of him, but he grunted and held her down. "Just wait," he said huskily, "Like to go fast, huh?" he grinned cockily, stripping off his underwear.
He started kissing her tattoos, following the pattern down her chest, her stomach, dipping his tongue gently into her bellybutton and then following further down. His hands went before, pulling her underwear down and then off. His tongue was starting to move on her, taste her and the thought occurred to her that this must have been what he meant when he mentioned he was good at something they hadn't done yet. His fingers slid inside her as his tongue worked on her outside and then she was lost in sensation, seeing stars. Dimly, she could still feel her body arching up, surging against his hands and mouth, crying out.
Andronikos climbed back up her body, dragging a hand along her tattoos. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, kissing her. Then he thrust into her, causing her to arch again against him. He moved slowly at first, building up to rapid, frantic. His breathing grew heavy and she tensed, on the verge of being there herself.
"Come for me again, beautiful," Andronikos demanded and she did, her body rising to meet his in rhythm, her hands clutching his hips. She threw her head back and let go, screaming. He came hard then, driving into her roughly. She had the breathless thought that Tatooine had never seemed like such an interesting planet.
He slid out of her and fell back against the pillows.
After a couple of minutes, he said out of breath, "Any chance you got a ship and you're going to be on planet for a few days?"
"I have to head out tomorrow, actually," she said.
"That's a shame. Once I finish my business, I'm going to need a ride off this rock."
Her lips twitched at the double entendre.
"Sorry," she managed to say, still panting. "I'd tell you I'd head back this way if I finish up my job quickly, but nothing ever seems to go as planned." She sat up and fished around on the floor for the bottle, which she brought up to her lips for a swig. Andronikos reached for it and she handed it over. He tipped it back and swallowed.
"You can say that again," he said. "In that case, let's make sure you have a proper send off."
He handed her the bottle and then straddled her, his mouth at her neck again. She stretched, taking a swig, This is why you go for the dangerous ones.