They were both pulling clothes back on when Andronikos caught her eye and pulled her hand to his mouth to kiss.
"Marry me again," he said suddenly.
"What do you mean?"
"With a ceremony and people who care there; a honeymoon not on the bridge of Fury. You know, do it right this time. Maybe go somewhere nice?"
"Not until you tell me what happened on Nar Shaddaa."
Andronikos sighed, "Seriously?"
"Seriously. No more secrets."
Andronikos ran his hand nervously over his mohawk. "Well, I, uh, got drunk."
"Shocking."
"Liri!"
"Sorry, continue."
"I was... on a Twi'lek slave kick. Figured it was the best way to get back at you." He closed his eyes briefly, not wanting to see her face. "I had a cantina room on Nar Shaddaa. I had an open door policy with a couple of the girls; an agreement for the weekend." He sank his head down between his knees, running his hands up over his mohawk to rest on the back of his neck. "Hell, Liri, I was on so many adrenals I don't even know how or when it happened, really."
"How what happened?"
"They recorded it. Someone recorded it, the whole weekend. Cut it down to some key scenes and sold it."
"So the film she was talking about... is of you having sex with a bunch of Twi'leks?"
Andronikos scowled and sat back up, "Yeah."
Liri's voice had an odd note to it, "So what you're telling me. Is that I'm married. To a porn star?" She burst out laughing, practically howling.
Andronikos rolled his eyes. "I tracked down the guys who'd done it; killed 'em. Got most of what I could find off the holonet through some favors." Liri was still laughing, clutching her sides after having sunk down onto the floor. "You know, Pella had the same reaction."
"I'm sure she did. You idiot."
Andronikos sighed again, "Yeah," he admitted.
She got up and crossed to the holoterminal. She put in a brief message and crossed back to him.
"What was that?"
"Called in a favor. I'll get all copies vanished for good. Although they'll send me one."
He stood up in horror, "Liri, no. That's me at my worst; I was barely a person that weekend."
"You've seen me at my worst. I should get to see what I drove you to."
He grabbed her arms roughly, "Stop this. Stop suffering for sending me away. Stop torturing yourself."
"I have to know what I made happen."
Andronikos was furious now, "No, you don't. It was my mistake, none of your business."
She shook him off and shouted, "You obviously made it so I would see it! So it would hurt me! You had to know it would get back to me!"
"Liri, dammit, I wasn't conscious enough to remember it happened, let alone that you might see it."
"You had to let them into the room, tell them it was okay. You had to be conscious enough to fuck them. Some part of you wanted to hurt me with this. So let me see it!"
"Fine! But I refuse to watch you do this!" he shouted, turning to leave the room. Fucking Sith mood swings. She wants to hurt herself, let her! He slammed his fist into the wall as he left.
He stalked down the hallways, furious. He couldn't even retreat to his room, because she was there. He paused in the hallway, snarling at someone who passed him. Fury was empty right now. A smirk started its way up the side of his face. He made it to the hangar in record time and tried the code for the ship. Nothing happened.
"Andronikos?"
He turned slowly, "Hey Jorif."
"Why are you trying to break into your wife's ship?"
"I wanted to fly her."
Jorif raised an eyebrow, "How come she didn't give you the codes?"
"I wasn't going to tell her." Andronikos sighed, running his hand over his mohawk.
"You were going to steal your wife's ship?"
"C'mon, like you haven't done worse." He paused, "We're kind of fighting."
Jorif snickered, "You two fighting? How can you tell its fighting and not fucking?"
"We don't touch when we truly fight. We did make that mistake once."
"Mistake?"
Andronikos pulled his jacket down to show him a deep circular wound on his shoulder. "We tore shreds out of each other and couldn't stop. It ended up fun, but we agreed not to do it anymore to increase our chances of survival."
"So what are you fighting about?"
"She's getting a copy of the recording. Wants to watch it."
"The recording?" Jorif's eyes widened, "Oh, the recording. Oh man, what are you going to do?"
Andronikos started to punch the wall of Fury, but ended up bumping his fist on her gently. "I don't know."
He whirled on Jorif, "Why can't she just leave it alone?"
"Because she's not a normal person." Jorif took a few steps back when he saw the expression on Andronikos' face. "I didn't mean it like... look, she acts on impulse, emotion. She can manipulate emotions too."
"What are you talking about?"
"Liri. She has an aura. You know, like you feel around powerful Sith, the fear? Only hers is passion. Everything is emotion." Jorif shook his head. "She's got all this passion urging her on and she manages to keep a cool head about things most of the time. She's strategic."
"Okay, so?"
"So you're the one person she doesn't have to be strategic with." Jorif grinned, "Doesn't help that you're pretty passionate yourself."
"Only about her."
"Well, see? The two of you only let loose with each other. She finds out something like that went on and she doesn't have to be logical about it, because it's you."
Andronikos thoughts were running in a different direction. "Do you think...?
"Frequently. About what?"
"That maybe I don't love her? That it's just her aura?"
Jorif threw him a dirty look. "You would have fallen out of love with over the past year if that was the case. Don't be stupid."
Andronikos felt oddly relieved.
"So what do I do?"
"I have no idea." Jorif snickered, "Let's go get a drink."