Green Eyes

The first thing Skavak did after landing on Coruscant was hit the entertainment district and find the biggest, busiest cantina he could to maximize his options. Then he spent two hours measuring women against his pre-requisites. Too fat, too tall, hair too long, no hair, too many tattoos, and so on. There were many gorgeous women that made him pause but he decided to exercise a little more patience and find the closest match. He had an idea in his head and the only way to get it out was to fuck it out.

And then he saw her. She wasn't the right height—only an inch or so shorter than him—and her hair was more brown than auburn, but the cut wasn't too far off course—a stylish bob—and her complexion was near the right shade of porcelain. Her selling feature, however, was her green eyes. In spite of the make-up caked on, her green eyes were damn near identical to his target fantasy.

He watched the girl for a bit. She was with a girlfriend who seemed more interested in the men on the dance floor than chatting with her friend. A drunk had tried hitting on her, too, but she shooed him away. She looked uncomfortable, harassed, but everywhere she looked she was scoping out potentials; she wanted the attention but definitely had expectations. Low, probably, but expectations nonetheless. He could work with that. He had played many roles over the years. Besides, with those green eyes and that haircut, she really did resemble the enticing yet sadly inaccessible Captain Alico Starwind.

There was something about her—the Captain—that had made an impression on him. There weren't too many women he had been attracted to that he hadn't been able to get into bed. But with the Captain, he hadn't even had the opportunity to try. And he had wanted to try. She wasn't like the others—he could tell. There was a layer of scum and villainy in her that mirrored his. She was a smuggler and not dealing strictly with Republic military cronies, which meant her moral system lie somewhere between shades of gray. She was also good in a fight. She had been surprisingly effective in defeating the Separatists, eternally two steps behind him, but two steps nonetheless. Knowing he had one-upped her was almost gratifying. He'd stolen her ship, stranding her on Ord Mantell. He'd stolen the blaster shipment, giving him a big payout and putting her in hot water with Rogun the Butcher. The chance of them meeting again? Less than zero. If her pretty ass even made it off that hunk of rock, the Butcher would see her dead soon after. He would never get his chance to fuck her.

But he would fuck this look-alike and get the idea out of his system once and for all.

Skavak moved closer to the bar and slipped in right next to the look-alike. He waved the bar tender over and idly glanced around, doing a double-take when he pretended it was the first time he'd laid eyes on the green-eyed girl. She eyed him like he was liable to fall all over her in drunken lust any second now. Mentally, he scoffed. Physically, he grinned.

"Hello, gorgeous," he said, and she opened her smart mouth to rebuff him but he never gave her the chance.

The bar tender arrived and he gave him his full attention, ordering up a Corellian whiskey and throwing around some casual questions about the place. Before he knew it, the guy next to him jumped in and they were laughing and joking about some of the crazier local establishments. Meanwhile, Green Eyes sat rigid, taken aback by the brush-off. He noticed in his peripherals how she continued to glance in his direction. She was curious. Good.

After a particularly funny joke, Skavak flicked his gaze to Green Eyes and motioned to her drink. "I'll take one of what she's having," he said loud enough for her to hear. The bar tender nodded, whipped up another of whatever she was drinking, and sat it next to his whiskey tumbler. Skavak peeled himself away from the conversation and slid the cocktail to the girl. She stared at it in wide-eyed surprise. "A beautiful woman shouldn't have to buy her own drinks," he said. Then, he walked away.

Or he would have if her hand hadn't taken hold of his arm and stopped him. "Wait," she blurted. When he glanced back at her, she composed herself. "That's it? You came all the way over here to buy me a drink and then walk away?"

Voice was all wrong, too, he noted, but he didn't need her to talk, just moan.

"I came over here to buy a drink," he said, holding up his whiskey, "not to bother you like every other asshole in this place."

He flashed his eyes over his shoulder to the drunk she'd refused loitering near the end of the bar. She followed his gaze, saw the idiot falling over another woman, and dipped her head to hide her smile. When she met his eyes, she bit her lower lip.

"Too bad."

Skavak flashed a charming grin. "Doesn't have to be."

Green Eyes grinned, too.

In just two hours, they had rented a room at a nearby hotel and hadn't even bothered flicking on the lights as they stumbled through the door, lip-locked and shedding clothes as fast as they could get the buttons and buckles undone. As he felt her up, he couldn't help but mentally note things that would be different from fucking the real Alico. Her size, for one thing. Green Eyes was bigger, taller, sturdier. Alico was small, thin. Green Eyes was bursting out of her bra. Alico was no more than a handful. But they were differences he could ignore.

Skavak lifted the girl, wrapping her legs around his hips. It startled her and she wasn't sure what to do so their balance went to hell and they fell back onto the bed. He pretended it was purposeful. As he kissed her and palmed her breasts, he noticed a distinct lack of involvement on her part. She laid there and let herself be touched, wincing and sighing and kissing him but her hands remained clamped onto his biceps. He would have to change that.

He stroked her inner thighs then slipped his fingers into her, groaning at her wet warmth. With much-practiced skill, he began massaging her, taking note of her expressions—the blank slate that meant he wasn't doing anything for her and the genuine twitches that meant he'd found the right spots. Soon, she was writhing, back bowing, hands clawing at his flexing arms. And then she came, panting and glistening.

She pushed him onto his back and bent her head to return the favor. Her hot mouth caused his eyes to close and head to loll, his imagination running wild. He growled, wanting to curse the Captain for the slut she was, the dirty whore. He wanted to praise her, degrade her, talk dirty to her. So he did. Green Eyes didn't seem to mind. He twisted his fingers in her hair, pulled until she hummed. His fantasy told him rough was the way the Captain would like it and rough was the way he wanted it. Bedding the Captain would be a punishment as well as a pleasure.

Skavak pulled Green Eyes off of him before she could bring him to his peak. He tugged her onto her hands and knees as he rolled over and slipped into her from behind. She moaned and rocked back against him. He held her there with one arm wrapped across her torso while his free hand massaged her chest and he rammed into her with wanton fervor. Green Eyes was gasping and moaning and crying out. He reached up and wrapped his free hand around her throat, squeezing softly, tilting her jaw back, relishing in her vulnerability. Skavak lost himself in the fever, imagining the Captain's small, lithe body beneath him, porcelain skin dripping with sweat, small breasts filling up his palms, and her tight, hot, wet—

Green Eyes shuddered on his length and he spent himself inside of her. She collapsed onto the bed, panting, and Skavak rolled off of her and went straight for the shower. When he came back to dress, she was passed out.

"Now that that's out of my system," he muttered and left.