Thread: A Tangled Web -- (Asylum and the_gladiator)

Becker had been listening for some time before he had strowed into the room and had heard pieces of the conversation. They had either been in another tongue, or code. It wasnt until he had entered that she had switched to Galactic Standard. Her words flowed like honey, the deception falling from her lips with seemingly no effort. If this woman even still had a mother that had not been who she was talking to. Becker didnt know who she was talking to but he did know she wasnt being honest. That all being said He played along with her story, Yes, its difficult to find a quiet place, especially when Gunther throws one of these parties. His distaste for the gatherings was somewhat common knowledge. Its so wonderful that you speak to your mother in your native language. He said offhandedly, letting her know she couldnt get away with it that easily, but still not confronting her, just giving more words that could have double meanings, how much did he know, Galactic standard is so often the only language you hear among humans these days, sometimes traditions shouldnt be lost, dont you agree? This last statement could also have been a reference to his tattoos which her fingers seemed to be tracing. He looked down at her as he spoke and immediately was not sure he should have done so. He would have to be dead to not notice how beautiful she was and how that dressflattered her. Assets. Or was it a blouse over a skirt, he wasnt exactly good with womens fashion. He just knew she was dressed like a civilian and her open toed sandals made a soft clattering clack, a staccato counter beat to the rolling click of his boot heals against the unyielding decks. She was dressed for the occasion especially as a woman at a party like what was going on. It was Becker that was the oddity. He still wore his G and B Star Way uniform. It had an almost military cut. His only concession to the fact that the stations cooling unit was on the blink again and the fact this was a party was the long sleeves of his shirt were rolled up above his elbows baring his forearms to her exploratory touches. A dance for you my lady? he responded to her comment as he began to deftly steer her through the halls. Do individuals actually dance to such noise? his smile was brief, I would imagine it is only suited to one kind of dance, a bump and grind. He chuckled. He would not get caught dirty dancing with his bosss girl. However, if you get them to play something slower like an Anthasorian waltz I might be persuaded to grant you that honor yes. That is if you arent too concerned for your mother? he said unable to resist that little dig at the end of his invitation. Becker had to tread carefully here. Bating her to try to get information from her was all well and good, but allowing himself to get sucked in, to believe her yarns about her mother and all of that would not be wise. Nor would it be advisable to allow her to touch him so much, to assume familiarity she had not earned yet. He knew these points intellectually, but there was a very male part of him which enjoyed her closeness. The way that his arm skated ever so gently against the swell of her breast. The way her cool fingers felt on his heated skinlord had it been that long since hed gotten laid?