Thread: Star Wars:  Honey Trap (TheCorsair and Lady Vi)

The grief hit her like a feather pillow, soft and heavy on her heart. Still, Neris had left very specific instructions and he would want the experiment to continue. Clearly his apprentice thought the same, or why else would he be here? She carefully measured out a small glistening spoonful of honey from one of her many little boxes. Bubbles suspended in it sparkled like iridescent stars. In liquid form merakuya honey looked very much like the mundane variety, save for the scintillation of any crystals that might form. As a dry powder, the sparkle was so much more noticeable. It looked like the dust of violet diamonds, so much more elegant than just goop on a spoon. Still, Neris had insisted on starting with liquid. She smiled knowingly as he eagerly sipped his tea. Master Khan had warned that his apprentice had taken to the stuff with enthusiasm, but she hadn't expected him to be so... Boyish. It was deliciously unique. Most men postured for Naadia, trying to impress her with their worldly aplomb. None of these serious old men ever stopped to think that she might like a bit of fun. Do you like it? The tea is a lovely carrier I think and- Her smile evaporated as he dropped the cup. He was acting so alarmed that her own calm shattered to a million pieces. Hurrying to his side, she pressed two cool fingers to his throat and felt out his pulse. Nothing unusual there, racing, but not terribly. The pupils of his lovely eyes were widely dilated, but she judged them to be acceptable as well. Did you take anything before you came here? Stupid boy! Didn't Neris give you instructions? Agitated as she was, Naadia's careful accent slipped. She swore under her breath in huttese, the guttural words forcing her breath against the skin of his throat. Master Khan had been very clear with her his carefully chosen apprentice would come, she was to give him a single gram measure of the more potent liquid honey, the boy was to stay with her and record his experience. After the first gram, a larger dose could be given, if he wished... The knight was supposed to have experience with the stuff, yet here he was panicking over a single spoon! Drugged... he grunted. You... drugged... me..? Of course not! I gave you no more than Master Khan specified! She forced his head back and examined his face. No sweat, breathing regular, pulse and pupils acceptable. She considered checking his lap for other symptoms, but the man had been spending altogether enough time ogling her breasts that she would certainly find something. Perhaps he just wasn't accustomed to the liquid form? It did tend to hit much harder than the powder one reason why she preferred the dust. That must be it. Naadia made a conscious effort to control her emotions the way her mother had taught her. After so long with the honey, it was nearly second nature to project soft, comforting emotions for her hyper-aware jedi clients. She stroked his cheek and planted a kiss on the crown of his head before settling lightly in his lap. This way, she was close enough to keep him from running off and hurting himself on a table or something. Her mind produced endless waves of calm and languid lust, nothing too harsh against his mind. Hush now, you'll be fine. It's just the honey, the same sort that he gave you before. She pet his cheek lazily while her emotions attempted a similar gesture to his consciousness. The liquid just hits a little harder. I shouldn't have let you drink so quickly, I'm sorry. The rolling waves of calm care were broken by remorse. She projected genuine remorse for his fear while nuzzling up to his chest and trying to comfort away the initial terror. It was painfully clear that she truly did intend to keep him safe, that she meant no harm at all and regretted his 'freak-out'. Forgive me?