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This is my second 'Fic. My Targeter, My Rogue is still a work in progress but I had a visit from the plot bunny and here we are another 'fic.

The Queen and the Karrde?

Chapter 1 Post 1.

She had awoken from a blissful dream. However, upon waking she felt the most profound cold sweep over her.
Cold because of her state of indecency and
Cold because he was not there.

Wrapping the blanket tightly around herself she sat up. A sudden sharp and throbbing pain threatened to split her head in two. Good Force, she thought, I couldn't have drunk that much last night.

She forced herself to ignore the pain and stood up from the bed , stumbling round the suite in search of him. Returning to the bedroom she collapsed on top of the bed. Only now did she begin to accept that he had already gone. That she had finally given herself to him, and that he had treated her as nothing more than a common…. Harlot! The realisation left her eyes burning with anger, and tears spilling out of her anguished soul.

They were right the crew aboard the Wild Karrde the flirting between them was nothing more then a game. A way to pass the time with boys of meaningless Fun. Funny how reality can be so damn cruel.
She knew there was a basic level of attraction between them. That one even he could not deny.
She had finally breached the Employer/Employee covenant that her ethic code made sure she maintained.
I thought that I had meant more to him.

It hadn't been easy for her to admit that she loved him even to herself yet she knew it to be the truth.
And he broke her heart.

She had never once before welcomed the pain of a hangover, never once wanted to feel the intense pain that came with them. But this time the pain made he forget him. Forget how easily he had touched her, kissed her, loved her. How it had made her feel. So alive… stop it Shada stop thinking about him You don't care . You don't
Yet even as she thought this a fresh wave of tears cascaded down her face. Pull yourself together woman you don't ever cry and your not about to start turning into a blubbering idiot now.

Stumbling to the bathroom nausea overtook her She collapsed in the shower and commanded the computer to start the shower. The hot water that had never failed to make her feel better, clean, failed her now.
However. It made her head clear enough so that she could stand.
Waves of hot water washed over her yet all she could feel was his hands upon her, his kisses that had trailed a irresistible heat along her body wherever he touched. All she could smell was the faintly woody smell he usually wore.

She wanted to feel him again, feel the pleasure at what he had done to her but felt dirty. For what he must have been thinking when he touched her went against her beliefs. Most women's beliefs.
No strings attached after all this time he thought that, that was the kind of woman she was. Well I'll show him. Teach him something that even he seemed to have not known.
The anger that overtook her at the thought Seemed to give her a strength she had forgotten she possessed. Gave her the power to stand up tall despite the pain , physical and emotional.
Standing that much taller she left the bathroom, dressed herself and searched for the vile Han Solo had given her last night "You'll need it ," he had said " it will help."

Thank the force for Corellian's and there need for miracle hangover cures. The pain in her head had almost completely subsided.

Now clad in a flight suit that seemed to mold to her skin she stepped out of her room. He will not hurt me. No man can do that to me.