#rayphara

APPEARANCE eye color: amber hair color: blonde height: 5′10″ scars: most noticeable is the one diagonally across her face burns: none overweight: no underweight: no

FAVORITE color: doesn’t really have one but does seem to wear red fairly often music genre: ? movie genre: ? tv show: tbh i don’t think she’s really a tv person food: I don’t think she really has one? Somehow? drink: tea is good book: tbh mostly reads like non fiction stuff it’s probably some sort of history text

HAVE THEY passed university: yes had sex: yes had sex in public: no gotten pregnant: depending when in her story, yes kissed a boy: yes kissed a girl: no gotten tattoos: no had a broken heart: yes been in love: yes stayed up for longer than 24 hours: yes

ARE THEY a virgin: no a cuddler: yes a kisser: yes, scared easily: no jealous easily: no trustworthy: generally yes dominant: submissive: in love: yes single: no

RANDOM QUESTIONS have they harmed themselves:no thought of suicide: no attempted suicide: no wanted to kill someone: no rode a horse big mount critter of some sort: yes have/had a job: yes have any fears: yes

Hehad to admit to himself he was all too eager to let her push him ontothe bed, catching his lip as she moved over him.

“Isthis ok?”

“Yes,”He let out with a shuddery breath, taking a moment to calm himselfand clear his throat, “More than ok,” This time his voicesounding a little more like it usually did.

“Good,”Rayphara grinned, tracing a hand from his ear, to his jaw and placingher thumb on his lip.

“Youseem to like it when I’m like this,”

Quinnswallowed again, tensing his hands, “It is… quite attractive,”

Shesmiled at him, and he catch just a hint of a mischievous bent to it.One of her hands was making easy work of undoing his uniform jacketand he found himself biting his lip.

“Ican tell, you know,” A teasing tone to her voice, and he foundhimself looking away, feeling a blush rising to his cheeks, A handgently caught his chin and turned him to face her, “Tell me whatyou want,”

Heswallowed hard, “Please…” He shuddered, “Don’t mock-”

“I’mnot mocking you,” She soothed, “Did I go too fast?”

Heshook his head, “I…” He sighed, “I do want this, desperatley”With a sigh he closed his eyes for a moment, taking a slow breath, “Iwant you to do to me whatever you deem fit, I’m just unused to,I’ve not admitted to anyone that I-” He caught his lip again,mentally sighing at himself.

“Wellwhat I want is for you to tell me what you want me to do,” Her handhad slipped under the hem of his undershirt, her palm pressingagainst his navel.

“Kissme?” He ventured.

Hepulled back, hand going to his wrist but instead catching a glovedfingetip with his mouth and pulling he paused for a moment tocarefully put the glove into a pocket. He pulled her forwardslightly, before running lightly calloused fingertips over her tonedback, “You have been taunting me all evening,” He murmured,letting his hand rest in the small of her back.

Raypharachuckled, reaching out to cup his cheek, “How so my love?”

Hecaught his lip, letting his nails press against her spine briefly,“With this damned dress,”

Shesighed at him, “I thought you were a man of discipline?”

“EvenI have my limits,” He felt his voice thickening slightly, warm skinagainst his fingertips, “Apparently,” Before pushing against heragain and kissing her, feeling a leg slipping between his as he didso, Rayphara’s hands burying into his hair. With a desperate almostfumble he attempted to remove his other glove, instead putting hismouth to his wrist as a hand dug into her hip, before pulling at herskirt, needing more, so much more.

“Yourealise we’re not in private?”

She caught her lip, following the straight line of his braces, fingers twitching to undo those. She could never quite make her mind up which she found more attractive at any given moment, dressed, naked or somewhere in between it was all good.

She moved forward slightly, her free hand reaching for his collar to pull him into a wine soaked kiss. Quinn sighed against her lips, feeling himself being pushed towards the arm of the sofa and let himself fall, the hand at the collar was making quick work of the fastening’s of his shirt and her deft fingers were eagerly seeking out pale skin as he let his head tip back to give her more room. He was just at the point of falling into a relaxed state when he noticed the glass in her hand slosh dangerously.

She was fairlyyoung, likely around his age. He noticed the cybernetics in her ears,the implant on her temple and the scar across her face however, andthat gave him pause for a brief moment.

She looked up athim, a dark bruise blossoming across her cheek, “Do it then,”Therewas a venomous edge to her voice he wouldn’t have associated with aJedi, “End it, you dogs have chased me into a damned corner, that’swhat you want isn’t it?”

He resisted the urgeto raise an eyebrow,  however he couldn’t resist the urge to say, “Ithought Jedi weren’t permitted to be angry,”

“Fuck you,” Shewasn’t looking at him when she said it the first time, the phrase aharsh whisper, he heard her give a shaky, laboured breath, before shelooked upwards.

For some reason hefound himself noting her amber eyes were rather striking,

“Fuck. You.”

He managed to bitedown on a smirk. This was his first time in close quarters with aJedi and he had to admit he wasn’t expecting one with so much… ifhe was being polite he would use his mother’s preferred turn ofphrase, ‘spirit’.

“Are you going todo something then?” She all but spat the words at him. She wasclearly exhausted, he heard her make a sound that seemed part painand part cursing, he could tell her hand was injured, “Strike medown so you can impress your masters?”

“I’m notplanning to kill you,” He said plainly, as if he was tellingsomeone the weather.

“What?” Shelooked up at him again, confused. Watching as he shifted his stanceslightly, moving his hand away from the blaster.

Risky.

“If you force myhand I shall,” He was almost unnervingly calm as he spoke, “HoweverI suspect you are not in much of a position to do anything,”

He watched as herface tensed, her hand rose slowly, he had to admit the smirk wascoming up whether he liked it or not, she seemed set to gesture whenshe stopped suddenly clutching her hand. She muttered something againbefore speaking,

“What’s yourplan then?”

He allowed himself asnort, “Well if you haven’t worked it out,  I am planning to takeyou into custody, I am fairly certain you are more valuable alive,”

He expected morevenom from her, he saw her struggle to rise and then he himselfcrouched down,

“Now what-”

She watched as hefished something from his belt, a stim, “It would be easier if youwere able to stand,” She watched as he popped the lid off it. Shewould’ve rather administered it herself but not with an injuredhand. She winced as she felt the needle bite through the light weaveof her trousers, waiting a few moments as she felt the numbingeffects settle in. It was enough for now, enough to stand withoutfeeling the world was going to collapse under her.

He stood again andoffered a hand. She took it without complaint as he carefully pulledher up. Thankful she was his height as he placed a handon her hip and let her throw an arm over his shoulder, he didn’tneed to cuff her, not yet at least and then.

He felt something,something deep down that felt a lot like some internal cog slidinginto place. Or slipping on a well made pair of boots.

He’d been toldabout this.