Two: Belsavis

Andronikos looked down from his perch above the warehouse. Below him, Liri quietly stalked, trying to sense where he was and clueless. He tensed as she crept closer. Soon, she would close her eyes and try to find him with the Force. This time though, he would get the jump on her.

She knelt down and her eyes fluttered shut after one last long look around.

Perfect, he thought triumphantly. He launched himself from the top of the boxes down onto her, sending her sprawling. Before she could react, he had both of her hands pinned underneath one of his above her head and his legs locked hers in place.

"I win, Sith."

She snarled at him and launched a box into him with the Force, but he held on. Cursing, he managed to get the stuncuffs out of his jacket pocket and around her held wrists.

She stopped thrashing the moment the cuffs locked into place.

Both of them breathing hard, they stared at each other for a moment.

"I win." He said again softly.

"You cheated." She snarled.

Andronikos laughed. "You made up the terms, Liri. We both know that if you'd gotten the drop on me; I'd be here in restraints." He leaned over, sliding down her body slightly. "Whoever wins get the other any way they want for the rest of the night. That was the deal."

She was breathing harder now and she tested the cuffs briefly, "So what now, pirate?"

"Mmm, wiggle like that again."

The next morning, Liri lay back against Andronikos' chest, their legs tangled. He had his arms crossed behind his head.

"Do you know," he said lazily, "We've done this on every planet we've been on together?"

"I don't think we've done this specifically before." Liri responded, amused. "I only came up with the game a few weeks ago."

"You know what I mean."

"Not every. Tatooine. And technically we didn't on Alderaan proper, just on the ship."

"We'll have to make up for that then." Andronikos grinned, thinking about it.

"Which was your favorite so far, Rev?"

"This one. And the time you nearly made me crash the ship." He stretched and then ran a hand along her ribs. "Hoth was the worst."

"I'm still amazed we survived that one."

Pulling her up to face him, he blurted out, "How come you never mention your past? I mean, you know so much about mine, but I feel like you're still a mystery."

She rested her chin on his chest and tilted her head, "I don't really like remembering it. You know I was a slave; there's not many good memories that go along with that."

He stroked her lekku, "I know that, but it just seems like something you fill a.. guy in on."

She shrugged, "I was born a slave to an Imperial Moff. Him, his wife and his son. After I grew up, the son got too fond of me, so his father sold me to an Imperial cantina owner on Nar Shaddaa, where I was a dancer. Not a bad time, it was just dancing."

Andronikos scowled, "Too fond of you how?"

"Not like that. He was nice to me, unlike his father." She reconsidered, "Well, nicer than his father. His father saw that as weakness."

"So how'd you end up on Korriban for the Sith trials then?"

She looked embarrassed. "I, uh, force choked a client to death after he hurt me."

Andronkios stared at her for a moment and then grinned, "Is that so?"

She tilted her head again, "Rather than kill me, the trials were starting and they were letting in slaves, so..." She shrugged again.

"And here we are."

"Here we are," she echoed.

"You give me the names of anyone that hurt you and I'll make them disappear."

She lifted herself off his chest and leaned in to kiss him. Andronikos knew at that moment that he didn't want to be kissed by anyone else. It scared the hell out of him.