Andronikos woke once briefly during the night, his arm slung over Ryli's stomach, spooning her. He started to disentangle himself, out of some half-awake sense of invading her space, but then just fell back asleep.
He woke again and he was alone in the bed. He yawned and realized he'd left his clothes in the shower room. Looking for his towel, he noticed his clothes clean and folded on a side table. Huh, must have a droid, he thought. He only bothered to pull pants on and went looking for her.
She was fully dressed, shutting out a conversation on the holo. He leaned against the doorway, taking her in again. She kicked the terminal, which amused him.
"Problem?"
She spun, as he watched. Not wearing a bra, lovely. She sighed and patted her buns. "I'm stuck on Tatooine a couple days longer. My shipment isn't ready yet."
He grinned, arching an eyebrow at her. "Can't say I'm disappointed."
She smirked briefly. "Any place to get good food here?"
"I might know a place. I worked up quite an appetite last night." Her grin turned more feral and he felt an answering surge. "Just tell me to fuck off when you get sick of me."
"Food, first, before I explain how not sick of you I am." She practically purred and he stayed against the doorframe with some effort.
"I'll just get dressed then."
"You enjoyed that shower yesterday. You're welcome to stay on the ship as long as I'm in port."
Andronikos felt gratitude. She was actually impressing him, not an easy thing.
Ryli went off to get dressed and Andronikos landed the ship back on Tatooine.
When she slipped around the corner, he raised an eyebrow at her. "A skirt?"
She shrugged, "Too hot for anything else."
The way the white fabric swirled around her legs, long green legs, stretching right up-, was giving him ideas, so he quickly pulled his shirt and boots on.
Leading the way, he found the small restaurant at the edge of town and made a detour to talk to the waiter. They were quickly shown to a dark alcove in the back of the main room, although the room was empty of customers.
"I guess no buildings on Tatooine have windows," she said, looking around.
"Just wait for the food." They settled beside each other on the round bench, making sure they could each see out into the room.
"Is there a menu?"
"No, just whatever they get each day. I ordered us some tequila too."
She smiled at him. "Perfect."
He inched over right next to her and slid his hand up her thigh. She moved, startled and then relaxed as his hand slid along her leg.
"I'd be careful," she murmured. He slid his hand back down to her knee and looked at her quizzically. She flipped her skirt back to reveal a thigh sheath.
"Any chance you can transfer that to the other leg?"
She tugged her skirt up a bit higher to reveal a sheath on each thigh.
"C'mon. Take one off? You can put it in my coat pocket in case anything happens, you can grab it right out."
She gave him a thoughtful look and then reached under her skirt. Her hand came back down, sliding a sheath and her underwear down her legs. His breath caught and he growled, "That is not fair." She put both into his jacket pocket. She placed his hand back on her thigh. He slowly stroked upwards until he hit her pelvis and she bit her lip in pleasure.
"How much can people see when we're back here?"
"Never tested it," he answered. Her skin was so soft, warm, creamy under his fingers and when he gripped her thigh tightly, the muscle underneath tensed in response.
Their waiter brought drinks over. Ryli locked her thighs around his hand and he smirked at her, picking up his glass. She picked up hers and they clinked.
"To... what?" she asked.
"New friends?" He stroked upwards until he found the opening that was slightly wet to his touch hidden under her skirt and she closed her eyes.
"New friends, then." She tilted her head back, draining her glass. He followed suit and then put his glass down to explore her a bit more.
She was starting to tremble when the waiter returned with two heaping plates of food. He was wrapped around Ryli enough that it must look like they were just kissing. The waiter put the plates down and left quickly. Her eyes slowly opened and stared at him, heavy with desire. He slowly pulled his fingers out of her and deliberately stuck them into his mouth while she was looking at him, savoring the taste of her arousal.
"Eat," he said, his voice hoarser than normal. She hadn't tried to stop him or protested that the waiter would see them. She hadn't giggled obnoxiously or tried to put him off. She let herself enjoy him. Andronikos stopped that line of thought. No more girlfriends; they just ended up trouble. She paused before eating and ran her hand up his thigh to drift across the tightness of his pants. He grunted and started to move towards her, but she shifted away from him quickly.
"Just making sure I wasn't the only one all hot and bothered," she murmured.
"Definitely not," he answered roughly. "Eat, before I take you right here."
He picked up his fork, watching as she picked up hers and dug in. Before she put her forkful in her mouth, she said saucily, "I wouldn't stop you." She slowly and sensually slid the fork into her mouth, pulling it out again slowly. Her eyes stayed on him the whole time and he felt a sharp jolt straight through his body.
This one is dangerous and not just because of those knives, he thought to himself. He managed to clear his plate without touching her again and she ate just as hungrily. When both of their plates were clear, he brought her hand to his mouth and used his tongue to slowly lick her fingers clean. Judging by her expression, she was thinking about what his tongue could do other places. He smirked and sucked gently on one of her knuckles.
"There's no one else here," she murmured, sliding across the bench to him.
He bent his head down and kissed her. Next thing he knew, they were vertical on the bench, and he was carefully sliding her skirt up along that soft thigh.
"Careful," she gasped.
"I don't want to hurt you; can you get that other sheath off?"
Something flashed in her eyes, relief or joy, he wasn't sure. Before she could, however, the waiter turned the corner and smirked at them as he cleared their plates.
Andronikos sighed, "Hang on. I'll go get rid of him."
"Not much in the habit of having sex in public. If you leave I might change my mind."
"If you," he grunted as he pulled back off of her, "Sit on my lap, he won't be able to see anything. Get that sheath off and any others that might be in bad places."
She was still lying on the bench. She smirked and put her foot beside his head so he could see right down her skirt, then she drew the sheath off with her fingertips as he watched. He ran his hand down her thigh again and then slowly ran three fingers up her cleft, dipping the middle one inside while he stroked.
"Fuck, beautiful, that's just too much." He lifted her up off the bench and onto his lap. Her fingers unfastened his pants and gently ran around his cock as she took it out. She lifted herself up and positioned him. She sank down onto him slowly as he thrust up at the feel of her clenched around him. They started to move. Her skirt swirled, covering what they were doing and Andronikos struggled to stay aware enough to listen for footsteps. Her breasts were right at eye level as she grabbed the edge of the booth above her to help her move. He wished she wasn't wearing a shirt and then he heard footsteps. He held her down on him and she groaned deep her throat, but subsided on to his lap. He kissed her, trying to make it look like they were just making out. She clenched around him and he gripped her head tightly in response.
The waiter laid down two plates of dessert and Andronikos waved him off with a glare. He waited for the footsteps to leave and then whispered, "He's gone."
She started to move on him immediately, frantic. Andronikos smirked, "Got you all riled up, huh?"
"You're next," she got out through gasps. He shifted lower on the bench to hit her at a deeper angle. She was moving more quickly against him and then he finally thrust up, making her come. She only moaned softly, keeping her voice down and Andronikos came then as she frantically slid up and down him in her own release. He ran his hand up to covered breast and gently squeezed. She sat there for a moment, breathing hard and then lifted herself off of him.
He caught her head and kissed her. When they both caught their breath, they ate their dessert and Andronikos gestured for the waiter to put it on his tab.
"Hey, I can pay."
"I already have a tab here; don't worry about it."
She scowled, but didn't press him further.
"I need to grab some stuff from my room, check in and then I'll meet you back at the ship?"
She fanned herself and nodded. "I'll make a stop and get some food for later, I don't have much on board."
They separated then and Andronikos found himself hurrying as he grabbed most of his clothes and the stuff to put his mohawk up with. He took his comm too, no new messages, which made him frown. He made it back to the ship in record time and she was sitting outside on the ramp. She made a face at him, "Took long enough, let's get the hell out of this heat."
