Downtime

[Zazai Ta'Resh]

Zeltros - Night​

Zazai didn't like this place. It was too loud, too bright, and in general just too busy. The Sith had grown up and now lived in the desolate wastes of Korriban. There is was quiet. It felt weird being in "Normal" clothes, missing the familiar weight of armor. The two lightsabers tucked into pockets were the only weapons he carried. Even if this was a vacation, they were in enemy territory, even if it would be near impossible to pick them out of the masses of people.

"Why did we come here again?" he rumbled to Jenova who had dragged him across the Galaxy as he dodged a speeder that almost had hit him. She was obviously enjoying herself, though he wasn't sure if it was from the experience of being here or the fact she knew he was uncomfortable here.

She carried herself much more naturally than the Sith did, and he had almost not allowed them to even leave the ship when he saw her attire. When they were in the field together, most knew to stay out of her way, sensing the sheer ferocity but know she displayed her beauty, revealing the green-skinned goddess that Zazai had known was there all along. She drew looks as they may their way through the street. Zazai was not a jealous man, but he grinned slightly as he slid an arm around her letting out an inaudible, rumbling growl of approval.

"So where to?" he asked

 

[Jenova Savas]

Jenova had heard tales of the galaxy's most notorious pleasure planet; she had even met one or two of its native sentients, the fun loving Zeltrons. For as long as she could remember, she had always wanted to visit, the cut loose and enjoy herself. Dragging Zazai along just heightened the experience and amused her to no end. It was clear the Sith was highly uncomfortable with the situation. Hopefully after a drink or two, he might loosen up and enjoy himself. That was Jenova's intent at least; living a life of combat, one came to appreciate certain aspects of life. You could either drown in your depressive sorrows, fearing the evitable death that had yet to come, or you could indulge yourself and partake in life's bountiful pleasures. The green skinned hybrid chose the latter. To live a life with no regrets, that was part of her creed. Besides...what happens on Zeltros, stays on Zeltros.

The pink skinned humanoids were truly fascinating to behold. They were passionate and energetic, completely hedonistic. They were driven by desire but not tainted but the horrific aftermath that usually effected such pursuits. The planet was a haven to all, truly having no allegiance; Jenova was certain they would enjoy themselves, without fear of any Jedi or Republic. There was almost a silent understanding on Zeltros, an unspoken truce. Any troublemakers were quickly dealt with by the pheromones of the vermillion people.

Though Jenova could not perceive colour, the auras of those around her were so vibrant, so flamboyant, that she could almost experience it instead. On Zeltros, eccentricity was most desirable. The more a person tried to conceal themselves, as well as their emotions, the more they stood out. Zeltrons would hone in on that singular sour disposition and rightfully try and lighten their mood. Perhaps that is why the amazon clung to Zazai when he reached for her. Jenova was the covetous type. She would not share Zazai with the locals. It was such an odd sensation to experience; there had been previous lovers before him, and Jenova felt little in the way of attachment. Yet with Zazai...she was...content? Satisfied? She had no interest in finding prospective bed mates, not anymore. For now, she simply wanted a copious amount of liquor and some agreeable music.

"Zeltros is a party planet; we deserve a little reward, wouldn't you say? There is meant to be a good bar not too far from here. We should go, then watch as I drink you under the table." She grinned, almost cockily. She didn't know how well Sith could process alcohol, but she wanted to find out.

She walked with Zazai down the winding streets, uninterested in the passing stares and longing looks. The rest of the universe was insignificant at that moment in time. All that mattered was the pursuit of pleasure and where it would lead.

Spoiler

 

[Zazai Ta'Resh]

Perhaps Zazai was too grim. The enjoyed the battle, the struggle. He had learned so much in his time with the Sith, and there was still much more things to learn. He often let that pursuit consume any time not spent on missions.

"Please..." he said, accepting the challenge. "If you are so confident in your abilities, perhaps a wager?" he spoke, his tone light, though he would take the bet seriously. Ther had always been a sense of competition between the two warriors. It was one of many qualities he admired about the woman.

"Though I would understand if you didn't want to. I didn't come all this way to simply embarrass you" he said, letting out a chuckle. They could and often did turn most things into a competition, it seems this trip wouldn't be much different.

He let Jenova guide them until they came to the bar she was looking for. The music could be heard from outside the building as people came and went. It would not be a place Zazai would ever come to on his own. They moved inside and Zazai offered to get them drinks. If he was going to have any hopes of enjoying himself in this place, it would be with the aid of alcohol.

He walked to the bar, which had people surrounding it but the large Sith had never had any issues parting crowds before. He ordered two drinks and waited while the bartender came back. He felt the soft touch of a finger running down his arm, tracing a scar. "Hi there." the Zeltron woman spoke in a voice that half giggled. He felt a small electricity follow her touch, mind already affected somewhat by the pheromones the woman emitted. She was beautiful, but the draw was deeper than that. He understood what was happening, sensing the chemical manipulation in the Force. The Bartender brought the two drinks and Zazai tore himself away from that pull. He hated being manipulated, but his mind reminded him that at that moment, he didn't mind.

He made his way back towards Jenova who had already found a table. He slid the drink to her. The pheromones still muddled his mind slightly. He felt more relaxed, more drawn to the music. It was an odd sensation. "This is a strange place." he said to Jenova as he took a seat.

"Give any more thought about the terms of the wager." he said holding up his glass, grin spread across his face.

 

[Jenova Savas]

The green skinned hybrid practically tittered at the prospect of a wager; Zazai certainly knew how to make things interesting and that was one of things Jenova loved about him. He was not afraid to jest with her, especially when many others flinched in her presence. She found the Sith's humour charming, even when he became cheekily teasing. She brushed off his taunts, as she often did. "Such arrogance is unbecoming. We'll see who embarrasses who."

Allowing Zazai to fetch the drinks, Jenova claimed a nearby, semi secluded booth. It offered some privacy but still allowed some visage over the dance floor and bar. Making herself comfortable, the amazon listened to the melodic rhythm of the blaring music. Indeed, it was a tad louder than necessary but the party goers and patrons were in the full swing of it, and it wasn't even late into the night. Such revelry was intoxicating.

Yet there was something else at play and Jenova recognised it instantly when she noted the Zeltron female approaching Zazai at the bar. Pheromones. The pink skinned humanoids could secrete it at will, deliberately influencing their targets with ecstatic bliss. It should come as no surprise the planet Zeltros has yet to be invaded, purely because any invading force would be quickly subdued and drugged into submission. Despite not having an actual police force, or military for that matter, the Zeltrons were actual rather driven. All Zeltrons are obsessed with romance. When they cannot love, they fight. Both are sports to them. Coupled with their love of gambling, it makes one Zeltron in the grip of enthusiasm a formidable enemy. A pack of adolescents is virtually a force of nature.

Jenova's Falleen ancestry granted her similar pheromones properties, but rarely did she use such tactics; she found them underhanded and distasteful. Why coddle an enemy into euphoria when she could beat them into submission. Plus, the chemical weapon reminded her too painfully of her father. As he had pointed out in the past, she was not a Falleen and nor would she ever ben counted amongst their people. She was hybrid. a half caste. Her blood had been diluted with that of the Miraluka people. Not that any of that was her fault; it was her parents who conceived her. Why was she the one who suffer the prejudice?

Shaking such bitter thoughts from her mind, Jenova smiled at Zazai's approach. He was a hulking figure, especially when compared to the diminutive crowd. The amazon was tall for a female but the Sith was taller. She found that appealing.

"This is paradise, or so the saying goes," Her amber eyes turned downwards, towards the alcoholic concoctions being offered. She took a tentative sip, finding it sweet to the taste. She wasn't sure what it was, nor how strong its influence would be, and to be honest, she didn't particularly care. This was their time to cut loose.

Gesturing to the dance floor, Jenova grinned, easily matching Zazai. "The rules are simple; we drink until one of us can drink no more. Passing out is an automatic fail. And when I win, you come dance with me." Knowing the Sith, he would flat out refuse given different circumstances. His discomfort would make the experience all the more enjoyable. She then cocked a brow at him, wondering what he would gain to garner from this wager, not that he had a fighting chance. Jenova handled her alcohol quite well; she was certain she would be the victor.

 

[Zazai Ta'Resh]

This planet may very well be a paradise. The night was warm, but not overly so and not even Zazai could ignore the pull of the music. Perhaps it was the pheromones he had already been exposed to, working to weaken his inhibitions or maybe it was just simply the energy of this world. Either way, it was enjoyable.

His eyes followed her gesturing towards the dance floor and he groaned internally. It had not taken the woman any time trying to maximize his discomfort but he wouldn't allow her the satisfaction of knowing it irked him. He lounged back in the cushioned couch that lined the walls of their secluded booth.

He let out a rumbling sound as he thought of what he would seek when he was victorious. "When I win..." he said shifting his gaze back to the green-skinned woman. "You dance for me." he said, running a finger down the soft skin of her arm as he looked down and once again appreciated the sheer beauty of her.

It was not a bad wager. If he somehow found himself loosing, he would likely be drunk enough to not care about the large crowds but the competition made it interesting anyway.

They were quickly brought more drinks and the subtle competition began as they chatted. "I am guessing they didn't have parties like this in the fighting pits?" he asked casually as he took a drink.

 

[Jenova Savas]

Heat simmered within Jenova's amber eyed gaze; Zazai's request was tantalizing, if not cheeky. It wasn't often the amazon was made to feel feminine, and yet the Sith managed to do just that, making her feel desirable and wanted. His aura itself was bathed in fire. He was like an inferno, burning endlessly like a sonic solar star. If only others could see what Jenova saw when she looked at Zazai. Then again, they'd probably by blinded by such radiance.

Clinking her glass against his, Jenova eagerly the first round, drinking the fruity mixture down in one swift go. She would gesture to the service droid for another, and so on the game would go. The sweetness of the drinks subtly masked the alcoholic content; the spiced wine was especially potent. Yet Jenova continued undaunted; the only thing she felt thus far was the blooming flush in her cheeks. Whether it was from the alcohol, or Zazai's proximity, she wasn't entirely sure.

"In the fight pits? No, nothing quite so...festive." She vaguely recalled those distant memories, though they were fuzzy now, lost in a blur of growing intoxication. "We had celebrations, don't get me wrong, but our drinks were that of cheap, backwater ale. If a new champion was victorious, they might be generous and buy a round of mead." Jenova's own ascent to glory had been marked as such.

Glasses steadily collected on their table; Jenova had lost count of the number she had consumed thus far. By no means was she yielding. She had only begun to feel buzzed. Still, she kept an eye on Zazai, waiting for any signs of weakness. For now, the Sith was impressively holding strong. Previous drinking partners would have tapped out by now. "The Noghri warriors would drink this elixir prior to combat; it was hallucinogenic, granting them visions and outer body experiences. I strongly recommend it; though the withdraw is most cumbersome to endure"

Jenova herself had experienced the ritual herself during her initiation. It was quite a harrowing experience but none the less enlightening. Perhaps one day she could share the ordeal with Zazai. Whilst otherworldly, it was a profound spiritual trial, one that forced the person to look deep within themselves and face facets of their souls that had yet to be revealed. The hybrid couldn't help but what lurked beneath the Sith's crimson depths.

She stared at him, her gaze pleasantly glassy, "What about you? You seem to handle your liquor well. Did drinking break up the mundane existence of the mines?" Whilst on the verge of intoxication, Jenova knew better than to outwardly refer to Zazai as a slave. She didn't see him as such and refused to see him as anything of the sort. She knew of his past and that's all that it was. The past. Now, he was a warrior, a feared and respected Judge of the Sith Empire. Jenova endeavoured to preserve that honour, least she have to deal with a sulking goliath...again.

The next round were a curious line of multiple coloured shots; the liquids fizzed every so curiously, tickling the tongue. A giggle escaped the amazon, though she quickly tried to stifle it from Zazai's notice.

 

[Zazai Ta'Resh]

Drinks came and went quickly. Zazai, while keeping together was definitely feeling it. It was a wonder the Zeltrons, many of whom were smaller creatures than Zazai didn't end up constantly passed out in a ditch somewhere.

He listened as she spoke of a Noghri tradition. He knew such things greatly interested Jenova. This is why he had accompanied her to train with the Matukai, probably what initially interested her in joining the Sith Order. She was a warrior, and one wise enough to not get so tied up in one tradition or another to the point of it being a disadvantage.

"Think of how great the Noghri warriors would be if they only bothered to show up to battle sober." he jokingly remarked before chuckling. Even still it reminded him of some of the tribal customs his people had held in the past. They would consume plants that would cause deep hallucinations. It was said that warriors faced their fear in those places, allowing them to be fearless on the battlefield.

The conversation turned back to him. He thought for a few seconds of his life before joining with Andraste's Empire. "All of my people, even ones as low as mine all shared in the customs of our ancestors. The elders would make a drink with the liquid of a cactus and the berries that grew from it. It was...strong." he said "Though none of them tasted good." he said taking another drink and downing it quickly. As he thought about the past, he absently ran a finger across Jenova's leg. "At night, we would gather around fires, drink and tell the stories of our ancestors." he spoke fondly. It was one of the few times he had ever been happy, content with his people. "Perhaps one day I will show you." he said. Though his clan was dead, he would rebuild it himself and keep the traditions of his ancestors. He would not let the legacy of his people die out as they became more integrated with the Galaxy as a whole

As they started another round, Jenova let out a quick giggle before stopping herself. Zazai slowly looked up at her, grinning. In all of their time together he had never heard the woman giggle. The image of the fierce warrior blurred with the woman that sat next time now. He leaned back on an elbow as he smiled. "Ready to give in yet?" he asked, knowing it would only push the woman further.

 

[Jenova Savas]

Jenova smiled fondly at Zazai's recollections; despite his hardships, he somehow found contention amongst it all. A man who wallowed in self pity could hardly be called a man at all. But the Sith was tenacious. He would not be easily cowed. With each hit, with each blow, he grew stronger - not just physically, but mentally and spiritually as well. Zazai was the embodiment of evolution, much like Jenova herself. They were ever changing, ever growing, never satisfied with the way things were. The pair were like the two sides of the same coin, different facets cut from a singular stone. Perhaps that's why Jenova felt so drawn to the Sith. She felt as if they were kindred spirits.

When Zazai spoke of his ancestors and the stories they shared, Jenova imagined such an experience; she had something similar but with greater diversity. In the fighting pits, when the battles had been lost and won, the warriors would gather and share tales from their homeworlds. Yet Jenova had always kept somewhat isolated; there were no hybrids in the fighting pits, none like her. And she knew nothing of her heritage. Perhaps that's why she so avidly studied others. When Zazai offered to share a piece of his people's culture with her, she smiled, resting her head on his shoulder in an affectionate gesture. "I would like that, very much."

Yet another round of drinks came, some rich creamy mixture that went down smooth. At the Sith's cocky taunt, Jenova jab him with her elbow though not before downing the drink in one quick gulp. "Oh no," She purred with the lick of her lips, "I won't be beaten so easily." Lightly, Jenova tapped Zazai's cheek, originally as a gesture of mockery.

Yet she stopped.

Despite their numerous liaisons, the amazon had not had the leisure of detailing the contours of Zazai's face. In the throes of passion, such actions were lost. But now Jenova took her time, her fingers caressing the smooth span of the Sith's crimson cheek. She then stopped, feeling the coarse surface of a scar. She studied it for a moment, learning its length and estimate the depth of the damage. This was no doubt done in battle, one which Jenova was not present for. Some shallow sentients despised physical imperfections, finding them unsightly and gruff. Yet Jenova laid her lips tenderly on the area, as if she were admiring it. Scars were a symbol of honour in many cultures, connotating bravery and valour. A warrior without scars was like a nexu without teeth. Unnatural.

Once finished with her tactile assessment, Jenova was curious about something. "Zazai; explain something to me. Amongst your people, it is common to wear gold adornments, or so I have been led to believe. Why don't you?" It was clear Jenova had been doing research, attempting to find out more about the Sith species. It was only natural to be curious, given the limited exposure the red skinned race had. Still, Jenova tried to find slithers of information, hoping she could use it to better understand the male that captivated her.

 

[Zazai Ta'Resh]

The club seemed to fade away, or at least far into the background as she rested her head on her shoulders. He found himself not wanting her to move, the smell of her hair nearly as intoxicating as the growing amount of alcohol they had been consuming but the next round of drinks came and the moment of intimacy was broken. The sights and sounds of the club came rushing back to him.

The room was beginning to swim a bit as the next round was finished. He didn't enjoy the thickness of his drink but he endured onward. Signs of his intoxication were beginning to show as he became less and less interested in hiding them.

He looked up at her as she ran a finger along his cheek. Zazai knew that while technically blind, she often saw things more clearly than the rest of them as less important things were sifted out. So he let sat still as she studied his face. She paused at the large scar on his cheek for a moment before leaning down to lightly kiss it. As she pulled away, he found himself wanting to pull her back down and give into a passion that was only strengthened by his intoxication.

A rather random question came next, one he had to think about in his state. He finally shrugged slightly. "Those were given to warriors who had proven themselves in battle or other great accomplishments." he said pausing before added "My clan was too poor, too unworthy to hand out such honors." he said admitting somewhat shamefully. In recent years, Zazai had grown to accomplish more than many Sith more than the vast majority of his race. He had fought and won battles across many worlds, led soldiers into battle, he had faced down treacherous Jedi. It was all too late. He didn't deserve such honors. "Perhaps one day if I prove worthy of such things..." he said quietly as he finished the thick drink that had been brought to him.

The taste was too rich for him and it did not go down quickly. He could have used the Force to burn away the alcohol in his system, but Zazai was a man of honor and he wouldn't allow himself to be victorious in such a way. The room swam more, swaying with the pulsating music.

 

[Jenova Savas]

Jenova considered Zazai's words, keenly interested in the explanation. Yet she also frowned, finding it somewhat unsatisfactory. Not with the custom itself but how it related to the Sith warrior personally. Again, Jenova cupped his cheeks, here thumbs caressing the angular edges of his face. She had a distant look within her gaze, as if she were imagining something that wasn't quite there. Assurance then bled into her features, as if she had formulate an ingenious plot of some sorts. Not that she reveal anything now, but her tone seemed readily convincing. "That day has come. I deem none more worthy than you. And I'll throttle anyone who says otherwise."

The amazon spoke with such conviction, such confidence. She fully believed Zazai was indeed a creditable male. Not only was he a warrior but he was a survivor, a dominating force of nature. None could compare, not in Jenova's eyes at least. The Sith notoriety could only grow from here. And she would endeavour to make him realise his feats of accomplishments. To start with, she kissed him. Passionately, her arms coiling around the thickness of his neck. She held him close, revelling in the scorching heat of his body. No other male enflamed her like him. None captivated like Zazai. Perhaps it was the alcohol fuelling her delirium but for now the rest of the club vanished from Jenova's mind's eye. All she could focus on was the tang of the Sith's soft lips, the muscle beneath her grip. She wanted him to know her hunger, to know the cravings he created within her. It was no small feat, given Jenova's selective personality. She had spurned lesser men for their weakness. Yet she saw nothing of sort in Zazai.

A vexing series of robotic beeps sounded persistently for their attention, it was the service droid with their next round of drinks. Jenova had half a mind to crush the metal bug with the force, unwilling for their fevered session to be interrupted. Somehow, she restrained her, knowing fully well a display of the force would garner much unwanted attention.

Yet upon seeing their latest round, Jenova groaned, instantly recognising it. Green champagne. A favoured drink amongst the Falleen people, one that was quite popular with her own father. Jenova hated the stuff. She hated its taste and its associations. The bartender must have recommended it, assuming Jenova's species. A honest transgression, yet one that cede the end of the wager. She refused to drink it. "I yield. I yield. Anything but that." She huffed, pushing the glass away. Nothing on the planet could force her to drink that bubbly tonic. She dare steal a peek at Zazai, half expecting him to boast about his resounding victory in this good natured wager

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[Zazai Ta'Resh]

She frowned, but she slowly stroked the sides of face with her thumbs. Her frown shifting into a look of sheer determination. He had seen that look before, she was making plans, plans Zazai would have little say in but for the moment he didn't much care, the touch of her hands on his face soothed him.

She spoke with conviction. It meant a lot to Zazai who knew the woman would never speak of such things if she truly didn't believe it herself and she knew she would back her threat up as well, having literally seen her throttle a Wookie. A perfect mixture of passion, alcohol, and the sheer aura of the place washed over him as she kissed him. He let himself be taken over, washed away by the torrent that was Jenova.

He growled in slight agitation as the droid came with more drinks. The game grew a chore for him and he was on the verge of calling it off himself when Jenova beat him to it. A look of disdain washed over her, not from consumption of the alcohol, but the drink itself. He didn't know what the green liquid was but it soured Jenova to point where she would concede a competition which was nothing small.

She looked to him, expecting a round of gloating but he was far too interested her for such trivial things at the moment. He admired her for several seconds before moving quickly to pull her on top of him as he leaned back on the couch. Hand ran down her sides, coming to rest on her hips as he pulled her down, first kissing her neck and then moving to her lips.

His grip tightened around her. Even if it was only for this week, she was his and he was hers.

 

[Jenova Savas]

Zazai’s sudden action caught Jenova off guard, given her inebriated state. The motion conjured a brief and fleeting moment of dizziness, though no sooner had it started did it then vanish and Jenova would find herself straddling the span of the Sith’s hips, all whilst his hands traced over hers. The amazon grinned approvingly, especially as Zazai lavished her with cardinal affections, starting with her lips before ever so assuredly working his way upwards to her lips. She hummed and mewed appreciatively, returning the kiss with equal desire. His lips had sparked a trail of fire, one that began to ravage her without mercy. And she savoured every moment of it.
The rest of the world faded away, leaving the two lovers in blissful peace. The music changed several times, but each mix went unnoticed. All Jenova could focus on was the heady tempo of their thundering hearts. The Zeltrons, empathetic to heightened emotions, subtly noted the passionate frenzy filling the air. It seemed the fuel the very atmosphere of the club, allowing the whole festivities to intensify. Yet still, even with all the ruckus and upheaval, Jenova’s sole focus was Zazai. Within his arms, she felt wanted. He clung to her as if unwilling to ever let her go.

So, naturally, Jenova broke away.

She beamed down at Zazai, playfully cocking her brow, no doubt amused by his disappointed expression. “You won, remember?” She then leaned down, as if to kiss him once more. But the gesture was misleading. Instead, her lips settled just beside the shell of his ear. “Let me dance for you.”

With that, Jenova eased back, sliding onto the table within the semi-private booth. She stood comfortable at full height and allowed Zazai to drink in her exotically garbed visage. Usually the hybrid despised being without her armour, pointedly refusing to wear anything else, especially during ceremonies or courteous events. Yet in coming to Zeltros, Jenova could indulge. She could free her more primal, hedonistic side. She still remembered the flare in Zazai’s aura upon first seeing her choice in attire. It utterly pleased her, knowing she could affect this male so subtly. Now, she was intent on furthering the experience.

When the new course of music started, Jenova moved with it, her body swaying to match the rhythmic beats of the underlying bass. Her hips rolled whilst her hands waved, all within the fluidity of the song. Her mass of green hair was like a oceanic wave, splaying and flaring with each toss of the head. Soon Jenova lost herself to thee music, seemingly becoming possessed by it. Movements became unrestrained, whilst her demeanour was utterly uninhibited. If she were out in the open, there is no doubt the amazon would have drawn an appreciative crowd. But this luxury would be reserved solely for Zazai. Jenova had no desire to attract anyone else. She wanted to rob the Sith of everything; his reason, his composure. Nothing would remain, except perhaps the amounting desire.

Jenova was like a conquering goddess, beckoning for her divine power to strike true. And that fervent gift was destined only for Zazai. For him and him alone.

 

[Zazai Ta'Resh]

A fire burned between them, a fire that had been there almost since the first time they had met but it was intensified in this place. It threatened to consume the Sith entirely, and he was totally willing to let it do so. His fingernails slightly dug into the skin of her lower back and he dragged his hands over her body. As they fed into the energy of this place, it also fed into them. As it crescendoed, she pulled away from him leaving his somewhat stunned and breathless. He growled in disapproval which only added to Jenova's enjoyment.

She leaned down, whispering in her ears. Her hair tumbled down around his face, her scent far more intoxicating than any alcohol. The touch of her warm breath on his face sent sparks through his body. As she went to slide backward, his grip lingered, not wanting to relinquish his grasp on her but she was persistent and he slid his hands down her legs one last time before she began dancing. He reclined back, still not completely satisfied that he was no longer touching her.

The act was wholly Jenova, but also a wholly different than the side of the woman that he was used to. She started slow, increasing as the music built. Her body flowed like water to the music. Each movement of her hips pulling him further and further in. There was something primal in those movements that stripped away any other thoughts than her in his mind. He was completely transfixed as she continued.

It reminded him of the ritual of his people. They would gather around large bonfires and the women of the tribe would dance to beat of bellowing drums. They would court the males, choosing their partner when they were ready. The two would then dance until the fire was nothing more than embers. Strip away some of the music and they were left with nothing much more than bellowing drums and the burning passion between them. She had chosen him and him, her.

There was nothing else besides her. No war, no battles, no goals, no plans, only her. It could have been five minutes or five hours, Zazai wasn't sure, didn't care. He had long since given away such things to her. As one song died out and another one began, he stood, no longer able to stand to be only an observer. He stood, placing one arm under her legs and underneath her arms as he picked her up. Looking into her eyes, burning like a brilliant fire, he carried her to the dance floor.

The two were a sight, towering over most others in this place, but Zazai was too focused to know if they caught anyone's attention. Setting her down on the ground, they would begin to dance. If Jenova had thought this place made him uneasy because of his lack of ability, she would find herself sorely mistaken. In strong, powerful movements he served as the perfect coupling to her flowing ones. The music continued from song to song and he lost himself in her.

 

[Jenova Savas]

Amidst the dancing and music, the rest of the night waned and faded, not that Jenova noticed much of its subtle passing. She was far too focused on Zazai, on the way his body moved in unison with her own. The male never ceased to amaze her. He moved with such fluidity and passion, matching her movements with seamless ease; the pair must have been a sight to behold as the amazon vaguely recalled the owlish gazes of their minor audience who had all gathered to watch them dance. The whole establishment was embroiled in their bliss fuelled intoxication. Many sought to fan their own lustful flames whilst others simply lost themselves the torrent. Jenova spared them little interest. She just focused on Zazai and his inferno like presence. It were as if she was staring at the sun itself, near blinded by its radiance. The warrior the proverbial flame, and she, bewitchingly drawn to it.

At some point, the pair must have left the chaotic bacchanal but they did not return to their vocational apartment. They had wandered throughout the streets of the Zeltros, galivanting like the youthful lovers that they were. The two fed off each other's exhilaration, so much so that they burnt themselves out.

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The nearby cascades finally roused the slumbering hybrid. For a moment, Jenova was confused, unsure what exactly was the source of the strange sounds. It was forever constant, but surprisingly soothing. Still, blissfully content, the lithe green female stretched and flexed, finding herself firmly entangled within Zazai's embrace. She chuckled, knowing full well she had woken up in worst places. Still, she peer about them, taking in the strange, tropical surrounding.

They were by the ocean. Actually laying amongst the pinkish sands of the beach.

Jenova wondering how exactly the pair of them had managed wandered so outlandishly far. Not that they had anything to fear. There was no crime on Zeltros, no crooks with nefarious intentions. The constant empathetic pheromones were more than enough to ensure peace amongst the thriving cities. So, Jenova opted to remain there for a short while longer, utterly content. She simply listened the melodic waves of the greenish sea, all whilst staring up the fluorescent daytime sky. Truly, this was paradise. Not Zeltros itself, but just sharing these intimate moments with Zazai. For such a virile warrior, he held a certain sway about him, that that called out personally to Jenova. True, he could be a most fearsome adversary but he was fast becoming a most attentive lover.

With gentle strokes of the cheek, Jenova lost herself in thought. She never intended for this bond to form, had never meant for the two of them to grow this close. But there was no regret. No reluctant reservations. Zazai simply...fulfilled her. His humour enough to charm her, his skill more than commendable. To Jenova, the Sith seemed like the perfect male; the perfect mate. She couldn't help but wonder, what sort of legacy could the two of them forge together?
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[Zazai Ta'Resh]

The night was a blur of intimate bliss after they had left the club. Zazai had remembered all of it, but it was fuzzy in his mind. They had ended up a good distance out of the city, both of them wanting to get away from all the activity and noise for the evening. After a rather passionate exchange, they had ended up sleeping on the secluded pink sandy beach.

Zazai let out a breath and shifted his embrace on Jenova as she stirred awake. Not willing to give up his unconsciousness, Zazai buried his face in the soft skin of her back, the sound of the waves and her soft breathing lulling him back to deeper sleep.

The sun was just beginning to rise, which means they hadn't actually been sleeping any more than a few hours. He could and intended to lie on this beach forever with this woman.

She stirred again and this time it was enough to pull him from sleep, much to his displeasure. Her back still turned to him, he kissed her shoulder before stretching and pushing himself up. The sky was awash with a brilliant display of colors and was nothing quite like he had ever seen. It was a truly breathtaking scene. "Absolutely beautiful." he said admiring it for a second longer before turning to Jenova "and still it is only the second most beautiful thing here." he said.

He knew Jenova had only intended their relationship to be brief and very surface level, but they had slowly and wordlessly moved passed that, or at least Zazai felt that way. They had been through so much together, and out of their passion for one another, a love for this woman had been born.

"That was quite a night." he said smiling at her "I can't imagine what today will bring." he said his stomach already growling. Whatever they were doing, breakfast would need to be a priority. Though he supposed he could be convinced to linger here on the beach a bit longer if she desired, she was quite convincing when she wanted to be.

 

[Jenova Savas]

Jenova rewarded Zazai's compliment with a smile. Whilst not susceptible to flattery, the Sith's words warmed the amazon's heart. He could certainly be charming, when he wanted to be, and that wasn't often. It seemed he reserved such tenderness for her and her alone, something which she treasured. Regardless of how this started, the pair seemed to have a natural bond together, one which ran deep; more so than anything Jenova had allowed previously. When she looked at Zazai, it was with abundant fondness. Who knew what the future would bring.

The rumbling of the goliath's stomach side-tracked such thought. She chuckled, feeling rather famished herself.

"I believe food should be our first mission."

She motioned for Zazai to recline a while longer, rather liking the tropical spot they had claimed; she didn't want to surrender it with their absence. Luckily there was breakfast bar not too far a distance, just situated on the more popular locations around the beach. It was still too early for business, but the Zeltron owner was nice enough to offer some sustenance. Jenova returned to lover bearing a varied selection of edibles; mostly fruits and a variation of pastry.

Rather content, Jenova basked in the warming rays of the sun, allowing the heat to wash over her. It was a shame but their time on Zeltros was limited. They were judges for the Empire after all. Sooner or later they would be called into duty; whilst they leisured in paradise, the rest of the galaxy was still in tatters (most likely thanks to them). Soon the call to the fray would sound, and the game would continue once more. Still, it was nice to have to time alone; it allowed for some rather entertaining memories. She remembered dancing for Zazai, having lost their playful bet. Yet the Sith had surprised her last night, deciding to join her in the revelry. Truly, the male never ceased to amaze her.

Continuing to stare out into the distance, Jenova recalled something the vendor had mentioned, "There are a series of islands and lagoons not far from here. There's waterfalls and underwater caves. Very secluded, very...intimate" She cocked her brow at Zazai, hoping he would catch her intent. A water speeder would be easy enough to hire. They had spent the night in Zeltros' club capital. Now it was time to relax in its more hidden of treasures. Jenova was fast discovering she had a love for the ocean.

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[Zazai Ta'Resh]

He didn't argue when she suggested food, and he certainly didn't argue when motioned for him to relax. As she made her way down the beach and disappeared behind a bend, he leaned back against the tree and closed his eyes dozing back into a light sleep. It was unlike Zazai to be this lazy, but today he accepted it.

Sometime later, he blinked his eyes open as he sensed her approaching carrying a container of fruits and pastries. As she drew near he pulled her down onto his lap making sure the container of food was safe as well. Taking a piece of fruit he held it up for her to eat before he took a piece of his own. The next little while was filled with lounging in the sand.

When she made her suggestion sometime later, he grinned in understanding. "I am sure I can find something to hold my interest there." he said running a finger down her arm.

Soon they were making their way to find such a water speeder. In a more populated area of the beach, they found such a vendor who had personal watercraft to rent. They paid for the vehicles and obtained general directions to Jenova's set of isles.

Zazai had never ridden such a craft before. Korriban wasn't known for its large bodies of waters, and even it were, Zazai's life did not contain room for such luxuries. The sea seemed rougher now that they were in the water. He thought about suggesting a race, but he wasn't quite sure of his abilities, though he tried to hide it.

Seconds later he accelerated at the wrong time and shot up a large wave, launching him into the air. He flew through the air as he was flung from the craft hitting the water hard.

 

[Jenova Savas]

Jenova's watched on with unbridled amusement; despite his massive size, Zazai certainly covered some distance. It was as if he were flying, albeit rather reluctantly. Truth be told, she could used the force to cushion his fallen, perhaps even prevented it all together. But where would be the fun? Besides, the two had be cautious when it came to displays in the force; they were still in enemy territory. The last thing they needed was for their affiliation to be discovered. Perhaps Zeltros had made Jenova lazy; though she'd relish in a fight, for now she was lax and content, absorbed in the party planet's heady spell.

But all good things must end. Soon they would have this paradise, and return once more to duty.

Best enjoy what little time they had left. Without restraint, Jenova belted in gleeful laughter, especially when Zazai plummeted so fantastically into the ocean's surface. He created quite an impressive ripple, one that sent impact waves rocketing outwards, so much so that Jenova opted to withstanding them instead of trying to ride through them. She simply waded on her speeder, bobbing up and down with the motion of the waves. It would appear the Sith was indeed lacking in water based skills, something Jenova would no doubt use to tease him over him during their future (hopefully numerous) encounters. Still, somewhat concerned for his wellbeing, the amazon traversed the gentle waves of the water, rounding on Zazai's location when he finally broke for air. He didn't seem too worse for wear, managing to simply float without much motion or effort. The waters of Zeltros were pleasant enough to enjoy; one could lie back and simply bask in the sun, all whilst the waves drifted you along.

Still, the green skinned beauty smirked, cocking a brow at the now half drowned male. "It would appear you're out of your element, beloved." She then sniggered, folding her arms over the speeder's control console.

She made no immediate move to help, as she knew full well Sith would stubbornly refuse it. Last time she offered aid, he sulked most humorously, as vexing as it was in that moment of time. She Jenova merely looked on, keenly interested to see just how much Zazai would struggle to right himself in the water. Truth be told they weren't far from the island's shore; already the gentle current was drawing them in. They could simply beach the speeders on the sand and venture out into the pleasurable unknown.

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@Zazai Ta'Resh