The Dark Academy on Korriban

"That does sound tempting," she chuckles, "also has the added risk of being caught. Makes it more exciting."

Shaisha leans over to get a better angle to work around the fine parts. And to show off her curves a bit more. "Or is that a level of excitement you don't like?"

"Getting caught isn't exciting... it's a non-issue. But cleaning this mess from you," he chuckles. "The thought of that has me positively ecstatic."

He doesn't miss the chance to enjoy the sights and makes sure to take care of the mess that gives him the best possible view.

Her head tilts as she looks at him. A thought spins in her head, and she considers whether or not to follow through on it.

Then with a flick of her hand, she tosses some of the newly carved flesh at him with a laugh. "It would be unfair if you were the only one in need of cleaning."

"I would never be unfair dear Shaisha," he replies, with a wicked smile before grabbing the chunk that stuck to his chest and tossed it at her. "Everyone in this world should get what they deserve."

Now she was thankful for wearing the helmet, as the sticky rotten meat hit what would've been her face.

"Yuck..." she wipes it off, then straightens as she looks at the skull before them. "I think the rest would be easier to get off with a hose, and with hot water. Stars know this thing needs to be cleansed thoroughly. Just like you."

"Well, I think we could both use a hand getting into those hard to reach places. You should see the streak I left on your back," he says with a hearty laugh.

"Ah yes, I should've recognized the delightful touch of decay on my back," she says with a titillating laugh as she slips off the helmet. "I should've recruited you earlier to help me clean off this beast's blood the first time. Took me days before I felt like I had gotten all of it off me."

"Zeno Deathwright; ace pilot, deadly with a lightsaber, professional cleaner of bodies too?"

"Absolutely," he says, moving closer to her as he explains his idea. "How's this for a plan. We'll take it back to the school, hose it and each other off, then you can help me lug it back to my room. At which point we'll look after each other and ensure we're ready for the evening's Dark Council session. Relaxed and ready to go." He grabs her utility belt and pulls her against him. "Any objections?"

"Hmm," her voice is like a sensual purr as he pulls her close, her weight shifting to lean closer to his larger frame. "You make such a tempting offer, Zeno, how can I refuse."

"It won't repay your debt to me, of course," her warm breath slips over his neck as she stands on the tip of her toes, "but it's a good token of trust for this alliance."

"I thought it would have put me deeper in debt," he replies softly next to her ear. "But I'll accept the notion of it being a token of a strong alliance. Let's see just how strong we can make this token." The sith-blood moves to kiss the pure-blood with force and fervor.

Her blood-stained hands slip over his shoulders and neck, joining together at the nape of his neck. Meanwhile her body presses against his as their lips join in passionate fervor.

The full-blooded sith's breath quickens its pace as they stand together in the embrace.

"That all depends on if you're as good with cleaning as you are at kissing," she says as they give a moment for breath, her breath warm like the hot winds on Korriban.

His fingertips slip up her back and grab the back of her neck firmly.

"You assume that they're not one and the same, Shaisha," he replies as he moves to lick one of the tendrils on her cheek. "And I'm very thorough when I clean. Someone as violent as me tends to learn how to get in all the tough to reach places."

The ridges down her neck were warm to the touch and provided a pleasant, yet exotic and dangerous touch to the smooth skin.

"Like a savage nexu cat, Zeno," her head tilts with his movements, allowing him easier access to those tender places. Her trimmed nails push into his skin. "Or would that be me? Seems like we are alike in that regard."

"It wouldn't be the first time I was compared to a great cat," he says with a smile. "And I can definitely see the parallel with your self as well."

He takes advantage of the opened area, to elicit more pleasurable responses. "Especially how you purr."

And as if one cue, she elicits a content purr in response to his pleasuring.

"Mmm, very astute observations," her chest rises with the deep intakes of breath. "And I bet you know how dangerous it can be to pet a nexu so affectionately," her nails dig in harder, "it's why you enjoy it so."

"You're right about that," he says before inhaling sharply with ecstasy. He pulls her tight. "Harder."

The pressure of the nails intensify, slowly, and then stop, as if to keep him on the edge in anticipation.

"Later," she murmurs playfully, her own breath heavy with anticipation. "As we planned."

"Of course," he replies. He gives her one last kiss before separating. "Let's take care of this then. I'm not necessarily patient when I get excited." He smiles at her.

"Then let's be quick about it," she winks and untangles herself from the embrace. Her nails scrape over his skin as she steps away.

He smiles at the scraping of nails. "Such a tease."

Zeno crouches down to grab the side of the skull, waiting for Shaisha to grab the other side. It was much lighter now than it had been before. Luckily he had slaves to load it up back at the school.

Grabbing onto the other side of the skull, she lets out a small grunt as they lift it up together. It wasn't as heavy as she had expected it to be, but it was still very unwieldy and large.

Thank goodness for slaves to take care of the lifting later.

"So... mounting it on a starship was the plan?"

"Eventually. I imagine getting one will not be an issue after graduating here. My parents will no doubt be able to arrange one of the better starfighters from the Deathwright hangars," he says with a nod.

They get it onto the back of the landspeeder and strap it down and Zeno hops in the pilot's seat.

Seeing that the cargo was secured in place, Shaisha hops onto her own speeder as well.

"Race you back then?" she asks with a grin as she quickly slips on her robes again. Of course, she had no expectations of winning against a skilled pilot, but it didn't mean it couldn't be fun.

"That's hardly fair with this thing weighing me down," he says pointing his thumb at the skull.

"I think I'd need to add more weight to make it fair."

At which point he floors it.

Racing Back to School, D7 LA, Piloting (Planetary), Setback for Death's Shadow's head weight: 3eA+1eP+1eS 3 successes, 3 advantage

Zeno suddenly speeding off caught her off-guard and she quickly follows suit.

It was nowhere near a close match, even with the extra weight added on Zeno's speeder. But it was a fun race anyway, and Shaisha caught herself laughing as she tried to keep up.


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D7 LA. Racing Zeno back to the Academy lol: 2eA 1 success