Pre-TL: What's Up Doc?

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She adjusted to the new position and seemed to enjoy it. Ilana's hand dragged down his torso. Malakai knew without looking where she was touching and the sharpness of her nails did not go unnoticed. He inhaled sharply between a kiss. "Careful. There are parts of me that far more sensitive even as is." The dark sider did not want to get scratched in his more tender areas if he could help it.

His hands did not sit idle. Malakai grabbed her before leaning forward and standing up.
"The bed's probably more comfortable." With her legs wrapped around him he would be able to lift her up. The Grysk did not stop his own kissing and walked, with some mild awkwardness, up the steps towards the bedroom. He stopped at the landing. "Ok, yeah, that hurts a little." He grunted but quickly followed it with a chuckle at his own foolishness for expecting anything else. His leg was injured but in the heat of the moment he had quickly forgotten about it.

"I think for best analysis clothes might need to be removed." He said and took off his shirt. Just as when he had taken the old one off and put the new one on it caused some pain and a brief grimace. But it soon passed. The rest of his own clothes and Ilana's would soon add to those on the ground around the bed. In the following minutes the Doctor would get her fair share of first hand information.


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Malakai eventually got out of the bed with no small amount of grunting. The pain was returning more prominently and he knew it was just a matter of time before he started coming down from the other substances he had consumed.

The Grysk moved to the large window overlooking much of Nar Shaddaa. It was beginning to outside lightly. The days on the Smuggler's Moon were long ones. They lasted over eighty hours. But despite it still being the day cycle the overcast skies had it looking darker than it really was. The distant lights of the city and various air speeders all added up to why the moon was nicknamed

The light from inside the apartment made him see a pink skinned woman move behind him and out of sight. Glancing over his shoulder he looked but only saw Ilana's lithe figure on the bed beneath the mass of sheets they had disturbed. Turning back to the window he pulled out a cigara and lit it, letting the tip flare it brightened his gaunt features for a moment. Malakai's stare looked at the brief reflection bust focused more on what was beyond it.

His arm raised above his head and pressed against the window causing the glass to fog just around the outline of his hand as he leaned to look out over the busy planet.
"Heh, wonder what Bruggan is doing." The Grysk gave a soft laugh to himself as he realized the Kaleesh had left awhile back and had yet to return. He would pull out his commlink and send the man a message to make sure he had not ended up in some gutter.

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So he felt that. Good. Instead she just gave a small nod, and then a low-throated, single huff of laughter slipped past her lips as he lifted her up. She knew she ought to protest--his leg was injured after all--but it wasn't long before he admitted it himself, and she wordlessly slipped from his arms to begin sliding off her blouse, the look on her features turning slightly mischievous.

"Good call, I need easy access after all..." she spoke quietly, eyes glinting with amusement... and a look like hunger, before closing the distance again, bringing him with her closer to the bed.

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She slowly stretched, watching wordlessly. Rolling over to watch him, amber gaze speculative. He turned as if to look at someone past her, and she briefly glanced over.

No one.

So instead she slowly, silently got up herself. Glanced out the window... then tilted her head. Oh yeah. Bruggan… she had entirely forgotten. "I'm sure he's alright," she finally answered, scooping up clothes and tugging them on. Long white hair was brushed back away from her face; for a beat she paused, glancing at him at the window.

Most would have given a kiss or something... but she wasn't the type for extending pleasure too far. And there were notes to be used. Mainly for her own personal study; after all, his was a race very rarely seen, the few notes many had attempted to glean before were in the heat of battle or from a distance.

There must've been an interesting story behind it, but it wasn't her job to pry. She wasn't a licensed therapist... yet.

But meantime, there was work to be done, and she wasn't going to waste any more time. Her commlink was already buzzing with messages; stars only knew how many others needed her attention.

She wordlessly continued down the stairs, slipping on her jacket, then heels, and glancing up one last time, before scooping up her datapad and briefcase. "I'll send the bill later... but meantime," she withdrew a small bottle, placing it on the coffee table next to the nearly empty bottle and glasses still there, "take these. They'll help until you get the other prescription. Heal up, and hopefully there won't be a next-time knife or blaster wound to contend with."

She gave her jacket one last tug, and then swept out of there, head high and walk one of confidence.

No walk of shame, this was the walk of a woman ready to leave to record what wonderful new data readings she had found!

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