The door swished closed and Felynva exhaled swiftly. She'd been holding her breath, fighting every emotion that threatened to bubble up in her chest. Their relationship had been extremely strained ever since the incident almost a year ago now. For a time she thought everything was improving, but it was only wishful thinking. He still managed to reopen the wound every now and then, and on days like today rubbed salt in it to boot.

With heavy footfalls, she stepped over to her mask and scooped it up off the deck. Closing her eyes, she pulled it back on over her head and adjusted the front of the mask. She'd not shown it, but it had actually been a bit painful to rip it off as quickly as she had. Something had scraped against her cheek and she twitched when the mask pulled snug over top. She supposed she deserved it for the way she'd treated him. But that did not mean she regretted it. As painful as the motions were, Felynva felt they were necessary. The reminder needed to be there that it truly was only by her good graces that he yet lived. She wasn't ready for him to relax, not yet.

Squaring her shoulders, she headed down the hall to check on Vette. Around the corner, however, was her fellow Sith Lord. Stopping short she stared at Darth Nox, unsure why she was still on the ship.

"Was there something else you needed, Nox?" she asked sharply.

"Trouble on the home front, Wrath?"

The cool tone in which the woman asked made the hair on Felnyva's skin bristle in anger. Something about the sarcastic chiss woman always put Felynva off. Knowing she'd once been a slave did not help the matter either, and she usually supposed the snappy sarcasm came from life as a slave. It always seemed the strong-willed ones had a silver tongue. Vette was much the same way.

"Was there something else you needed, Nox?" She could do nothing but repeat herself. The last thing she wanted to do was to play into the other woman's little game.

Nox scoffed then sighed. "You're no fun."

Fun. Right. Everything really was a game to her, it's amazing that woman sat on the Dark Council. Felynva watched as the younger Sith departed from her sight - and off her ship if she knew what was good for her.

Nostrils flared in annoyance as she continued on her trek to see if Vette was prepared to depart.

The door of the twi'lek's room lay open. Carefully, Felynva removed her mask and stepped into the doorway.

"Ce'na."

The soft coo of her voice trailed into the brightly lit room. A smirk danced onto the sith's features when she saw Vette freeze.

"I've told you how I feel about that." She said, spinning on her heel, nose scrunched up in disapproval.

Felynva glided across the room to a nearby chair and dropped down. Back pressed up against the arm of the chair, she draped her long legs over the other. With a flick of her wrist, the door to the room swished closed and she grinned deviously at the twi'lek.

"So did you tell him?"

"He doesn't deserve to know," Felynva snorted, indignant.

She dropped her mask on the floor next to the chair and lifted that hand to rub her temples. Vette squeaked out a small "ah" as she hurried about the room gathering her things. The twi'lek didn't even need to say much. The unfortunate problem was this did not happen to be the first time this conversation was had. It always went the same way. By now either of them could probably recite how it would go without hesitation.

"So what exciting place are we off to this time?" Vette finally paused long enough to turn and beam at her master.

The sith curled one long finger a couple times at the blue twi'lek, beckoning to her. There was hesitation in her movement for just the barest of seconds, then all at once Vette swept across the room and dropped delicately in the lap of Felynva.

"Perhaps we don't have to go anywhere."

Felynva purred like a kitten, looping an arm around Vette's waist and pulling her closer. A light giggle was her reward as she hugged the smaller woman close.

"One of these days," Vette said, her neck craning slightly to catch Felynva's gaze, "I'm gonna tell everyone about my Sith Lord the teddy bear."

A playful growl escaped the sith's lips as she tilted her head down and nipped at the twi'lek's shoulder. Vette let out a small yelp, but laughed all the same as she relaxed back against her master.

The sharp tips of Felynva's gauntlets raked lightly across Vette's exposed torso. She relished in the feeling of Vette's shuddering body at the sensation.

"How about you put the torture devices away?" Vette asked in a shudder. "And I'll go find my old shock collar if you want to have that kind of fun."

With a devilish grin, Felynva released her slave and complied. Sliding the glove off her left hand first followed by her right, depositing both atop her mask on the floor. In the mean time, Vette slithered off her lap and sauntered across the room. When the twi'lek turned around again, she held the collar in one hand and the controller in the other. Felynva lifted her hand and called the controller to herself with the Force. It shook a moment in Vette's hand before gliding through the air to her awaiting grasp. A devilish smirk lit up her features as she looked at Vette. This would be fun.