Summary: Fictober & Whumptober: Day 5

Prompt: I couldn't choose between the two events today. So you get: "I might just kiss you." from Fictober19 and "GunBlasterpoint" from Whumptober19

Word Count: 509
Rated: T (for suggestive material)
Characters: Solish/Andronikos/Kaliyo (I don't know why I ship these three. They are a disaster of epic proportions and everyone lives in fear of what will become of their strange relationship.)

Trigger Warning: Threats of physical violence. Death Threats.
These three are not in a healthy relationship. If that is a trigger for you, please skip.


Odessen
Landing Bay G-13
02:00

Solish leaned against the doorway, one arm wrapped around her waist while her chin rested in the other. Andronikos hated the smug look of amusement in those golden eyes. She was enjoying this; of course she was. His crazy Sith loved a good confrontation, and he'd never been far from the ignition of an explosive temper himself.

Andronikos watched Solish out of the corner of his eye, wondering if she'd step in or let him pull the trigger. It was a 50/50 bet.

Kaliyo rolled her eyes, bumping the barrel of Andronikos's blaster with the movement. His arm was steady, weapon resting against the Rattataki's forehead. "Your call," Andronikos finally admitted. He didn't want to risk Solish's wrath if he killed her pet, but there was only so much a man could take from a smart-mouthed criminal who didn't have the decency to kill her wounded.

"That guy was dead weight," Kaliyo snapped in a way that sounded bored. "I did you a favor."

"For favor cost me a contact in a system where those are few and far between right now," Andronikos shot back. "Next time, don't."

Kaliyo huffed and knocked the barrel out of her face. Andronikos took a step forward to glare down at the woman. He had no compunction about hitting a female when she fought as dirty as the one in front of him. Before their argument could come to blows, Solish yawned, arching her back off the door frame in a way that distracted both combatants.

Flexing her shoulders, Solish stalked towards them with a languid grace that one a Cathar could pull off. She took Andronikos's blaster and tucked it back into his holster before patting his ass. "It's sweet that you want to defend my disciples." Andronikos snorted. That man had been more than a member of Solish's cult, he'd had a bead on the Republic movements in the area.

Solish tisked, then stood on her toes, lips stopping short of making contact with his. "I might just kiss you," she purred. Andronikos knew she could sense the effect it had on him, but he offered a droll head tilt anyway.

Solish turned without making good on her promise to address Kaliyo. "You should clear it with one of us before dispatching a contact. They are in less supply than before. Some of them quite useful."

"Fine," Kaliyo snapped. "Sorry, your contact got fried."

Andronikos crossed his arms, pretending to be unaffected by the way Solish caressed his mind through the Force. "I think we should find a way to settle this matter…so that everyone is satisfied."

There was no denying the implication in Solish's voice, and Andronikos cursed himself for the way it excited him. What the hell, they were all bound for the Void anyway, and Kaliyo had that look in her eye that she might be up for the carnal negotiations. Adding a smirk to his shaky facade of aloofness, Andronikos pinned the Rattataki with a challenging glare. "Fine. Make it up to me."