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Thread: Maid for you... {Chasseybaby ~ deadmanshand}

Don't get me wrong. Shitty parties have their place and that place is mindless entertainment on a Saturday night when you have nothing else to do, Gideon said wearinga grin as he helped her up onto the stool. On his own he just kind of did a push up on the bar and settled himself down. It looked like long practice. He just kind of leaned on the bar and looked at her. Celebrations though... those just require something better than what you'd use for beer pong and games of 'I Never'. And - as a piece of advice - never play 'I Never' with a reporter in the room. Not that I've ever made that mistake personally... more than once. That had been an interesting night. A bus full of fighters, coaches, managers, and a single reporter all blithering drunk spilling every secret they had because of the decision to play I Never with a bottle of tequila. Lots of laughs till the next morning when the hangover set in and they remembered the reporter. The cold sober light of day was not a fun time. Thankfully the reporter had been a little man with little tolerance for alcohol and all he could manage to do the next day was pray at the altar of the porcelain gods. No matter what he felt it was better that way. And that's why he'd banned drinking on the bus. Every artist sounds crazy when they give honest answers. That's true from painters to sculptors to martial artists. We all sound crazy when someone asks us why we do what we do, Gideon said sounding almost philosophical for a moment. It wasn't a common occurrence. Her next words wiped away any solemnity on his part though as his mind brought a very vivid image to life. It was an invigorating image - no matter how she tried to downplay it but he just nodded, shifted on his stool, and desperately latched onto a new subject that didn't make him feel like a high school kid trying to hide an erection in front of the class. Don't worry about it. The absinthe is strong but it's not going to get you wasted on a single glass. You will feel it though. It's potent. Tastes like licorice. To lead the way he took a drink of the absinthe. It was strong and smooth and just slightly bitter. Not taste of alcohol to it. It was one of few liquors he actively enjoyed drinking. It wasn't a drink to have and get rowdy. It was for relaxing and unwinding. He needed a good bottle for the house. Something for him to drink as he sat in the hot tub. Maybe she'd enjoy that too... You know, Evy, I've been thinking about something, Gideon said shaking away the images in his head and focusing on her. Well focusing on the real her and not the vision his mind kept bringing up. He kept his voice deliberately light as if he wasn't talking about making part of his home hers. Your art is really important to you and I can't imagine you get a whole lot of time to work on it with as much as you're at my place. So I was thinking about converting one of the extra rooms into a painting room. Give you a place to paint there when the mood strikes you. How does that sound?
Thread: Maid for you... {Chasseybaby ~ deadmanshand}

It'll give you something to do in the down time. Even I'm not messy enough to keep you working all the time, Gideon said laughing as he finished his absinthe. The warm glow was already there in his stomach. Relaxing away tensions he hadn't even noticed. Tensions he'd come to experience so often that he never realized they were there. The anxiety of his first real public appearance in years one of them. The drink helped but Evy's presence helped more. Made him feel almost normal again. I'll talk to Martin about it tomorrow. It'll be ready by the end of the week. Then Hurricane Mary blew in, fired off an impressive number of sentences in a short period, and blew off. He wasn't quite used to that anymore. When he'd been a champion there had been a tide of people around him from the time he got up to the time he went to bed. Ebbing and flowing with media appearances, training, and the fights themselves. But the last couple years? They'd been quiet. At least until Evy came along and brought with her some semblance of an actual life. It was an ongoing adjustment. But some adjustments were easy. Walking arm in arm with a beautiful woman through a gallery was one of them. It was easy. Fun. Felt like a date. He found he truly enjoyed talking about art with her - watching her face light up as she spoke about it. Hearing the passion in her voice. It reminded him of a time when he'd been passionate. Then he saw the picture. It was his life laid out before him. Every battle... every struggle... every moment of sweat and blood that made him who he was. A road map detailing the course of his life presented in damn near life size black and white. It was spectacular. Fired? No... not at all, Gideon said softly. His eyes were bright and wet as he turned to look at her. Over the last several months she had seen him angry and amused and irritated and even a few rare moments of happiness but he'd alway been guarded. His emotions carefully controlled. But now he was vulnerable. Human in a way he never was. It's beautiful, Evy. I don't know what about me could inspire that kind of beauty but thank you.
Thread: Maid for you... {Chasseybaby ~ deadmanshand}

Gideon never had the chance to respond to her admission shocked and then interrupted by Mary. His mind whirling as they drank and told stories with Mary and Ted. In truth he had no idea how to react. After the injury he'd given up. Gone into seclusion. Hid from the world and all the sympathy and wellwishers and interviews. He had no plans. No dreams left to pursue. No ambition left in him. Barely took care of himself till she came along. She was why he'd started acting like a human again. Started taking care of himself - even forcing himself to work through the pain of his leg. All because he didn't want to disappoint her. Not many people had ever treated him like she did and he didn't want to ruin that. Is that what a champion was? Someone who just didn't want to disappoint one of the few people who didn't treat him like a crippled race horse? It was a question he had no answer for by the time they were in the cab and the ride to her place had been taken up by the pleasentness of her curled up next to him. His thoughts were finally winding down when she interrupted the silence. He gave her a genuine smile and said, Thank you for bringing me. I've spent too much time holed up in that house. And thank you for - What he was about to say was lost as they came upon the apartment building. He listened to the cop but stared at the neighborhood. This wasn't the kind of place he would have felt safe walking in before the injury. This was a neighborhood for addicts and gangbangers and the hopeless. Evy didn't belong here. So when the cabbie asked Gideon gave his address without hesitation. Apparently you're staying with me for a while, Evy. I hope you don't mind, he said trying to make a joke of it but there was something in his voice. Too many emotions to be easily dechipered.
Thread: Maid for you... {Chasseybaby ~ deadmanshand}

The ride was long. It should have been awkward but having her curled up against him was relaxing. Comfortable. Easing away tensions he hadn't even realized he still carried. Doing more to get him loose than the drinks had. Gave him time to actually take a moment and examine his feelings for Evy. Introspection had never come naturally to Gideon. He had two modes most days - action and brooding - and relationships were not his specialty. He thrived on conflict. Fed on testing himself. Neither had ever lent themselves well to anything healthy but these past few months had been different. Peaceful and pleasant. And it was all thanks to her. She was always there and smiling and helpful. More than was honestly necessary for the job. At least that is what he'd hoped. But tonight? The picture she'd made... what else could he think? He was still deep in thought when they stumbled into the house - too many drinks and a cane were not a good combination for graceful movement - and quickly found his ability to think clearly demolished by her careless flashing. Some part of him said that she was drunk and unaware. That he shouldn't stare but he couldn't bring himself to look away. Evy was the most beautiful women he'd ever seen in person and she was right when she said I know you want it for all the wrong reasons. The chip she fed him could have been the best he'd ever had and he wouldn't have noticed. Even the pain of his leg was forgotten when she kissed him. The feel of her legs around his waist drew a groan from his lips - and then she broke away. You... don't have to apologize, Gideon finally said breathing heavy standing still between her legs his hands propped upon the counter. A lot of things were running through his head. Doubts and fears and other thinsg less identifiable but mostly the urge to kiss her was there. The desire to just lean back in and press his lips to hers - and before he realized that's exactly what he was doing.
Thread: Maid for you... {Chasseybaby ~ deadmanshand}

Evys eyes darted over his face as he told her that she didnt have to apologize, not moving away from her as he said it. God damn the man was sexy, crippled leg and all, that fine ass grin he wore had her toes curled every time. He had her caged on top of the counter, unable to move away, but she didnt feel crowed or trapped, but safe and protected almost. She watched his eyes and could see that he was running over a lot of things in his head but he was leaning in towards her. Her whole body sang as his lips covered hers again and she couldnt hush the moan of delight to have him press against her. She knew this was probably a bad and drunk idea, but she had been celibate for over a year and having to work for a man candy like Gideon was the closes thing to sexual torture she ever had to endure. She weaved her finger through his soft hair and down his toned neck, kneading the muscles there as her hands continued to explore him. She had edged herself closer to him, locking her ankles behind his torso. Her costume had ridden up higher displaying plump pale thighs and soaked lacy knickers. Fuck, she wanted to touch more of him, she broke the kiss and stripped him of his shirt in two seconds. If she wasnt turned on before she was now, sketching and painting him topless was nothing to seeing him up close and able to touch every detailed edge of his chest and stomach. Her breathing was ragged as her eyes finally met his. She could only image the mess she looked frizzy hair, smeared makeup and rumbled clothes, half naked on his kitchen counter, but the look he gave her made her feel as if she were the sexiest woman alive and it empowered her. Without looking away she undid the apron and zipper of the dress and discarded it to the floor. Naked in only her bra and panties, she felt a bit shy but didnt hide her body from him. Instead she moved in closer and assaulted is mouth with her, thrusting her tongue and nipping his bottom lip. Her pussy ached and hummed for him and she didnt want to rush something, but the need to have him touch her was fraying her nervous. Tensely she slid her hand lower down his body, passed his abs and navel till her fingers hovered over his groin. She slowly grasped the thick member, excited over how hot and hard he was, and started to rub him through his shorts. She was careful, waiting for him to remove her hand or any sign for her to continue to pleasure him.
Thread: Maid for you... {Chasseybaby ~ deadmanshand}

Her grasp through the thin fabric of his shorts drew a ragged, groan from his lips. It had quite literally been years since a woman had touched him like this - years since he had allowed himself to be this close to anyone. Years since he had craved anyone's touch like this. Without thinking he pushed himself into her grip enjoying the sensations rippling through his groin. It was lightning running through him. Intense. Electric. Pent up need taking over and erasing any doubts he may have had. He drove his mouth against hers hungrily. Pressed his body against hers and wrapped his arms around her running his hands over her back. With surprising ease he undid the strap of her bra and leaned back long enough to strip it off of her before kissing her again. Now it was skin to skin. Chest to breast. He ached and burned in turns for her. Slowly he worked his hands down her back and slipped his hands beneath the fabric of her panties to girp the soft flesh beneath. Gideon wanted to just rip them off and take her here. In other days he might have done so but even now pain beat at him through the haze of lust. A growing heat in his leg. An ache wanting to sear into him and growing more eager to do so with every passing moment. It was enough to dig through the instincts guiding him. Enough to return some semblance of thought. He broke the kiss, gave her a grin, and said, Not that this isn't romantic but how about a bed? Or the couch? I'm not picky but standing and delivering isn't gonna be my best performance.
Thread: Maid for you... {Chasseybaby ~ deadmanshand}

Gideon's eyes had been glued to her as she made her way to the stairs and his attention was reward when Evy bent over and oh so slowly slid her panties down her legs. It felt like a fever rolled over him as he watched her watch him as she straightened and slipped her panties onto the bannister. Heat flushing from one end of him to the other with every step she took up those stairs until she disappeared at the top of the stairwell. Quick, hobbled steps carried him to where she had put on the show and with one trembling lifted the wet lace she had left there to his face. That smell - her smell - filled his nose and set his blood to pumping. When he sat it back down he felt himself hard and ready. Harder than he had been in a long time. Maybe than he had ever been. Felt like steel jutting from the tight muscles of his groin starining against the cloth. Leaning his cane against the railing he repeated - in a far less graceful and sensual manner - to remove his shorts and underwear kicking them aside. He paused at the knee brace knowing what it covered before unbuckling it and letting it fall to the ground before following her up the stairs. The sight of her eager and ready on his bed brought him to a stop. He'd dreamt more than a few times of this moment. Of her naked and willing in all the splendor that his mind could conjure - and now he found that he had not even been close. She was perfect in ways that he had not known a woman could be perfect. Sensual and alluring and needing him in a way no one else ever had. Pleading for him to come to her. Evy, he said stepping gingerly into the moonlight almost shyly as his cane hit the carpet. Gideon was not a classically handsome man. He would never have been a leading man in Hollywood nor graced the cover of any magazine not devoted to fighting. No one would ever accuse him of being a model but there was a strength to the high cheekboned face. It was the face of a warrior. Broad and strong like the rest of him. Slabs of muscle stretched over a barrel chest. It was the body of a working man rather than a body builder. A body hard and ready for her but it was below there that the source of his shyness could be seen. His right leg from hip to knee was a mass of scar tissue. Some from surgeries attempting to repair the damaged tissue and other from where bone had broken the skin. After a moment he kept coming limping his way across his bedroom to crawl gratefully and excitedly onto his bed. Their bed for this night. He slid close to her till his lips were inches from her own and said, You're not the only one to have that dream. And when he finished he could help himself no long and pressed himself against her skin to skin. His lips against hers. His arms wrapped about her drawing her close. Losing himself in the feel of her again with nothing to break him free of it.
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Thread: (Star Wars: Echoes of the One Sith)

Tenshi said A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away... Star Wars Echoes of the One Sith Nearly two centuries after the battle of Yavin, the Galaxy stands divided between the free and proud people of the Galactic Alliancesuccessor to the new Republicand the Empire. Though the two interstellar nations are officially enemies, tensions slowly decline between them. This is largely the result of Emperor Ronan Fel's progressive and reformation policies, phasing slavery out of the Empire and offering full citizenship to non-humans. The Jedi Order persuades the Yuuzhan Vongdescendant of a species of invaders from a foreign galaxyin an attempt at reconciliation with the Galactic Alliance. As a gesture of restitution, a group of Yuuzhan Vong biotech masters known as Shapers undertake a great project to restore a planet ravaged by their own weapons a century agowith promises to do the same to many other worlds in return for membership in the Aliance. Through unknown methods, a mysterious saboteur corrupts the living tools that were released to rebuild the planet, created instead a horrific mutagenic plague that twisted the world's surviving life into tortured monsters. Before the Vong could discover the source of the mutation, the Galactic Alliance struck against them, driving them into hiding. For their association with the Vong, the Alliance withdrew their support to the Jedi order. Before the Jedi can begin to make political amends, a great fleet of Dark Siders supported by Imperial forces dropped out of hyperspace and assailed the jedi temple. Tens of thousands were slain, and what few survived were hounded throughout the galaxy. The Sith had returned. In the elleven days since the Stih attack on the Jedi Temple, the Cerulean Crane had come out of hyperspce three times only to find Sith vessels in hot pursuit. Most recently, they'd come out of hyperspace not five minutes after Crane had, forcing Klaitl Vorn to make a split second decision on thier next jump, calculate it while dodging fire, and then spend the next three days questioning his decision. The tall, burly bown man with the crown of horns sat back in the pilot's chair, meditating upon the will of the Force. The Dark Side clouded so much... But the force had always been especialy clear to him in matters of piloting, and it quietly, calmly informed him that his time for questoning had past. Klaitl calmly pressed a button on the station. His voice was piped throuhg the ship by it's intercom system. Rallra, he called, Eli. Kree. Pack your things and grab some extra rations from the mess, then meet me on the bridge. We'll drop out of hyperspace soon. You need to be ready. Click to expand...
Thread: (Star Wars: Echoes of the One Sith)

Nala Vree sat with her new friend Tiffany in a coffee shop on Septimus Norne, in the coutnry of Myth Altha. The hard boddied young togruta had a taste for daring fashions that displayed her taut crimson flesh with white streaks and gave her full range of motion. She looked over her cup of purple cafe latte at the blue girl about her age and inquried, Do you think they'll all come? Her eyes danced with excitement. The invitation had gone to Takani Tenshi and Tagn. Takani was a zabrack a little younger than they. Nala met her a few weeks ago when she came into the game warden's station where she worked part time to inquire about a local creature known as a Crag Pony. Tagn had four years on the two. He was a selkath who had served the local military as a paramedic and was now acumulating certifications to work as a physician, but didn't actualy have a job yet.
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A Wookie growl answered the order, before a brown furred wookie with crimson eyes pop out of the Ship bay, This was Rallra, Originally an apprentice under another Jedi master until only a few days ago where he watched his master fall and unleashed a force lightning. He had frightened himself by that power but it had felt too natural to him as well. It seemed his studies had lead him there. Now, was not the time to be thinking about that though, he quickly grab his supplies including the red lightsaber that he had taken from the Sith he had killed and hide it, he did not want Master Vorn or Eli to know he had flirted with the darkside and he felt ... a little good about tapping into tha power. He clipped his turquoise blue lightsaber to his belt and then went to Eli where he fiddled with his voice collar and told her to met him at the ship bay so they could take the ship he had been fixing up. Rallra, took a deep breath to calm himself. He could feel the coldness in the air, something was going to happen. He needed to make sure he kept his friends safe.
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Takani receive the invitation from Nala and she was more then happy to go see her. She didn't have many friend and most of the man want to get into her pants. Since she keeping her virginity for a very special reason she don't want anyone going for it. She was fully dress with her cloak and helmet, since she wasn't working she was fully equip for whatever will be going on. She enter the room and move toward Nala Hi Nala, nice to see you again.
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It seemed that Nala's friendship was not fortuitous but instead based on the gorgeous looks of he hot twi'lek as the scantily clad togruta had not lost her chance to caress her bare thighs through her open side skintight pants in more than one opportunity while entangling her own lekkus with hers. But Atijk'fani was glad she was able to make a new friend to help her find a new lifestyle of her own. She was eager to know this friends of Nala and why not go aboard a little adventure, one of those she would have never be able to do if she had stayed at Thalos' shop. She was about to answer that question after taking a sip of her hot drink when a voice interrupted her, turning around she saw Takani and offered her a friendly smile Oh hi, you must be Takani, I'm Atijk'fani, but you can call Tiffany
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Nala hadnt been able to resist coiling a lekku together with Tiffany's as they sat waiting. Just before she rose to give Nala a hung of welcome, she even teased the other girl's sensitive head-tail with the tip of her own. I'm really glad to see you too, Takani, she told the young Zabrack. Was my father right that there aren't any Crag Ponies left to be found in the country? If so, this will be a double opportunity for you.