That night, Pella stuck Andronikos in his usual Captain's chair and he tried to relax. They'd had a great meal, amazing food. For this part of the evening though, Liri'd flat out told him to wear comfortable pants and that had made him more nervous than anything else. His whole crew and most of the dancers settled on the bridge. Everyone had drinks and Andronikos sipped from his slowly.

There was a screen across the front of the bridge and five women were silhouetted against it, moving slowly. They all seemed to have scarves in their hands and Andronikos relaxed into his chair, able to pick out Liri's form as the center one easily.

Once the curtain dropped, he was momentarily disappointed, as all the dancers had opaque fabric covering them. When they started to move, however, the fabric flared and he saw there were specific slits cut into the fabric so that various parts of them were revealed as they moved. He found himself straining to see what he could. He wasn't the only one.

The women moved in unison and he definitely caught a nice long glimpse of Liri's hip. The women fanned out and the other four began to make the rounds, pausing to dance by the people on the bridge. They pulled up four other female dancers from the crowd, who pulled up four of the male dancers and the twelve of them began to dance a pattern around Liri. She was starting to spark, lightning flickering off her and he realized this was how she must have used to pull in customers. The other dancers were mesmerizing, but Andronikos' eyes stayed on his wife as she spun gracefully, her movements flashing more of her skin now.

The beat of the music changed and the dance became more sensual. Liri's eyes locked onto his and he couldn't tear them away as her body rippled in waves. Her lekku seemed to swirl slowly along her shoulders and every muscle in his body was tight with anticipation. The women peeled their opaque costumes off to reveal more traditional dancer garb as the beat changed again.

The low, steady, hard pulse of the beat was turning Andronikos on. Or the sight of your incredibly sexy wife moving to that beat.

He shifted uneasily; comfortable pants meant he had a serious tent going on and he tried to tuck it up into the waistband.

"Dude, just whip it out," smirked Jorif from the first mate's chair.

"Shut up, like you're not as bad off right now."

"I was smart enough to wear thicker pants."

"Which is going to be so smart when one of them starts grinding on your dick."

Jorif paused. "Shit. Didn't think of that."

"Dude, just whip it out," Andronikos shot back at him, smirking as he watched Liri.

"You know what this bridge is going to turn into once you get your hands on her, right?"

"Yeah, we're not leaving this time once things shift over. We talked about it."

Jorif's voice changed, "Will you kill me if I touch her?"

Andronikos tore his eyes from Liri to eye Jorif. "She said no crew members before, but that restriction is lifted for tonight only. You want her that badly?"

"You lost your mind over her for over a year, Revel. And then her aura..." Jorif stared at him, "I won't if you say no."

"I appreciate that, but," Andronikos turned to watch her dance again, Liri's eyes locking on his. "Boundaries are going to be tossed to the wind tonight. Fine with me if she allows it."

"Can I get another of those adrenals?"

"Yeah, I have a bunch in my pocket," Andronikos said absent-mindedly, watching Liri do a deep bend.

"You're really okay with it?"

"Do me a favor."

"Anything."

"Keep Decimus off her."

Jorif's voice lowered, his thoughts seemingly in instant accord with Andronikos', "Absolutely." Jorif snickered then, "You know Pella's gonna go for you."

"Probably go for Liri first."

Jorif laughed, "Maybe I'll just watch for a bit then."

Andronikos held his glass out to him and they clinked, draining their drinks, which were immediately refilled by a smiling dancer.

The dance went on and Andronikos could practically feel the atmosphere of the bridge charge. Several of the dancers moved into the crowd, moving on people where they paused.

Liri finally parted from the rest of the dancers then and danced over to him. Her hands ran along his arms and the air of the bridge was suddenly so charged, he could feel it on his skin.

"So soon," he murmured to her.

"There are more dances," she murmured as the song came to and end and she sat on his lap, face tilted to the front. She wiggled slightly on his lap and he reached into her costume. She slapped his hand put it back. "Let them dance, Rev. Then you get me."

He growled at her, but subsided. He fished in his pocket and handed Jorif an adrenal behind Liri's back. He injected himself also and then handed one of hers off to her, which she quietly injected, arching her back and sliding her ass across his crotch as she did so. He grabbed her legs and forced her to rub on him for a moment. He stopped as soon as the music stopped and another dancer performed.

"You're torturing me, baby," he murmured into her ear.

"You love it," she murmured back. At that, he slid a hand up her leg, into her costume. "Rev, we're watching them!"

"I'm still watching," he said, not paying attention to the dancers at all.

By the time the beat started in, he had her good and well distracted. A few people around the room were starting to look glazed and then Liri bent down to kiss him. Her aura flared and the party swung into a new gear.

Andronikos woke up the next morning and felt his head, expecting a hangover of epic proportions. He felt fine though and opened his eyes cautiously. Liri was tucked into his arm and he quietly checked her for bruising. It seemed like they'd managed to follow his request though. Andronikos became aware of someone else pressed up against his back and he flashed back to last night.

Between him and Jorif, they'd kept Decimus away from Liri. Pella had been surprisingly helpful in that regard. Andronikos had lost track of things at some point, but he knew that. The body against him was female and the hand on Liri's hip was probably Jorif's.

He suspected Bere was behind him, but he vaguely remembered Pella getting her hands on him at one point.

He sighed. If this was bound to happen frequently, they'd have to figure out different sleeping arrangements. One of his favorite things after her aura flares was making love to her the next morning. He shifted Liri over, planting a kiss on her head and slid down off the end of the bed. It was Jorif behind her and it was actually Pella behind him. He blinked at that. The fact that she hadn't ended up with Decimus was strange. He checked the rest of the room, but the four of them were the only ones in there. He looked back at the bed. Those two were probably the only two in the world, aside from the rest of Liri's old crew, that he'd trust with his wife.

Andronikos didn't feel regret or remorse, which a part of him was surprised at. Last night had been fun and she was still his wife. He was definitely relieved that Decimus hadn't touched her though and he took a moment to think about that.

It was because the guy was another Sith. Andronikos knew that instinctually. Something about other Sith and Liri would never be okay to him.

He'd have to bring that up. He smirked for a second though, recognizing that despite her 'no crew members' assertion, he'd probably wake up with these two in his bed again. Wouldn't be a bad thing either. Weird thing to figure out about yourself. He shrugged and headed off to the refresher.

When the doors to the bridge slid open, he was struck with the sight of chaos. There was torn clothing and sleeping people everywhere.