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SWTORwrites #13: Pet Peeves - The Trouble With Microwavable Soup
(So, this is sorta what happened to me last night, except I got the can out before it could actually do any damage.)
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Here's the thing -- Akerav can cook. He likes his pancakes, and his pastries, and all of the goodness that comes along with sugary snacks. Powdered sugar, honey, chocolate, you name it. If anything, he likes eating the batter while he's preparing everything a little more than the final product.
He can use an oven, yes, he just needs to pay attention to it. Toasters, on the other hand, give him absolute hell. They start to malfunction as soon as he touches one, so, shooting them with his blasters is the best choice as a way to relieve his frustration.
(They're on their fourteenth or fifteenth new one, and Sambar is starting to get a little annoyed with his trigger-happy boyfriend. Akerav thinks they should just use the oven to make their bread in the morning, since the oven actually likes him.)
Obviously, if you leave Akerav alone on the ship, he's going to find some way to get into trouble. Maybe having soup for a snack before Sambar gets back will be easy to make, he thought.
Things are never that easy.
First off, the damn top wouldn't budge! He sat there for a good five minutes gnawing on the lid, clawing at it, and even threatening it to get off, or so help the Maker he'd get his blasters and shoot it off. Finally, after what seemed like forever, it finally popped off... at the cost of sore hands. Stupid soup lid.
Akerav looked at the instructions on the side, which read microwave it for a minute and fifteen seconds. Easy enough. He put the can inside, punched in the numbers, and hit start. Easy snack, here I come!
When it got down to about the forty-six seconds remaining mark, that's where the trouble started. Akerav could have sworn he was hearing popping noises from inside, so he looked back. Nothing. He went back to sifting through the fridge for some soda ("Note to self, get some cherry ones from the store the next time..."), when the noises got really loud. He turned back again and saw the can jumping up and down in the microwave, sparks about to fly.
Akerav did whatever reasonable man would in that situation: he screamed like a little girl, grabbed his blasters, and shot the microwave up.
What seemed like a stroke of fate, Sambar chose that to be the moment he would come back from his errands. When he stepped in the galley, he had the wonderful view of a busted microwave, bits and pieces of it still smoking, a microwavable can of soup a few feet away, and soup everywhere.
He looked at Akerav, who smiled sheepishly and placed his blasters on the counter again, going to rub the back of his head out of embarrassment.
Prosper is more than an old hand when it comes to titles... the one he likes the most is the one he stole as a last name, Starshifter. Under his belt he has multiple sharpshooting wins, a true gunslinger of the old west, even entering informal competitions when he was younger (also known as shooting the other guy before he gets you). His enemies know him as the Wolf, the Hunter, and Uncle, all titles won through the sheer number of bounties under his belt. He has numerous civilian medals of distinction from the Republic... though they'd cough and change the subject if he mentioned them.
Other than be signaled out as being exceptional, rising to the rank of Major and being taken into the Special Forces, Cypher Scyadoth has never received any medals of distinction. She does her job exceptionally well.. and by the time she started exceeding that... well, Special Forces don't need and goddamn medals. Killing six Sith Lords a day is a standard, not an achievement.
She has gotten a curious title - one that means very little to her and much to my other Legacy characters. During her earlier days as a confident, competent Commander she lead a boarding party, and in the end crashed two Imperial fleet ships into eachother, earning her the nickname Starshifter by her comrades and the planet locals. She never picked it up... but others did.
Funnily enough, she handed one out recently, to a trooper named Bodakh, after watching him tank his very first Operation, and doing exceptional. He kited Karagga so well she dubbed him Flamestepper.
First of all, me and your father misses you very much, but we know you're busy and we're very proud of you.
Zevenne smiled at the holoimage of her mother.
"I miss you too", she knew it was just a recorded message, but still, talking to her mother made her miss her less.
As you know your birthday is coming up, and we wanted to give you something.
Zevenne held the small package in her other hand. It was neatly wrapped and she could immediately tell her mother had wrapped it. She now set to work opening it and one small objects fell out in her hand.
The moment she saw it she knew what it was.
Her mother had sent her her medal of honour, the medal she had recieved after defeating General Rakton all those years ago. Zevenne had only seen it lying in a glass case. It had been far to precious to her parents and they hadn't dared to entrust her with it touching it. It had always been: "when you're older".
The message continued.
Zev, I know what you're thinking, and don't you dare send it back. Your father and I earned this, and we think you have earned it too. You're so brave. Cerantha has told me being a Jedi isn't the easiest thing for a young girl. However, you're your father's daughter and I know you've got a lot of spunk, since you're my daughter too.
See this as a medal of honour, from us to you.
We love you and happy birthday.
"I love you too" Zevenne said before turning of the holo and pinning the medal to her robe.
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This was the first lesson Gillan learned after being recruited by Imperial Intellgence, and it was the one lesson she took very seriously. That's why she always carried her datapad around. It contained her journal, pictures from different planets to use as reference, and most important: Her notes.
If she learned any valid information. Note in the datapad.
She learned any worthless informaton: Note in the datapad.
Recently the datapad had been filled with notes about her newest companion, Agent Sienn'ra.
Wednesday: 15:31.
Agent Sienn'ra is a twi'lek. Since she is the first twi'lek I've spent this much time with I felt the need to ask her about her lekkus since they always fascinated me. I now know that even though they in some way are "brain-tails" they are not made out of porcelain and she can sleep without worrying to roll on them. I am also not allowed to braid them, even though I want to.
Wednesday: 16:03
Agent Sienn'ra just got an injury on her left arm. Might scar.
"You know it's really creepy when you keep taking notes right?"
Gillan looked up from her datapad to look at the twi'lek.
"I've learned that information is everything"
Sienn'ra leaned forward and snatched the datapad from her hand.
"We're in the middle of a battle. If I see you writing on this one more time I'm personally throwing it out the airlock".
Gillan just stared at her in shock, then nodded once. Sienn'ra seemed to accept that and returned the datapad.
Wednesday: 16:08
Agent Sienn'ra has a bad temper and is quite hostile towards technology.
"I remember now. I remember how it started. I can't remember yesterday... I just remember doing what they told me..."
-Nikki, Operation Mindcrime
SWTORwrites Prompt#10: Family.
Jaesen woke abruptly when a datapad with a low battery wailed loud enough to startle him. Finding Aristan standing over him, leaning in close enough to nearly be nose to nose, nearly made him scream, sitting up so fast he knocked over a vase on the desk and sent it crashing to the ground, shattering. It took everything right then to not punch his brother in the face. Even if said brother were a Sith Lord and very likely able to deflect anything he threw at him with a laugh.
"Are you awake, darling brother?" Aristan asked, smirking. He withdrew finally, giving back Jae's personal space to look down at the shards of glass on the floor. A small, oval mouse droid had already activated and begun vacuuming up the mess.
Jaesen rubbed at his eyes a moment and sat forward. "I am now. What do you want, Aristan?"
"Look at you," Aristan snorted in contempt, "You're a mess. My workaholic brother, what an embarrassment."
Jaesen rolled his eyes and pushed himself free from the chair, realizing he'd fallen asleep in his uniform again. He gripped the side of his desk for balance, then leaned up against it to let his head finish swimming. "Truly, your concern is noted. Now what do you want?"
Anger flared and Aristan's features twisted in a snarl. Jaesen felt the tendrils of pressure against his windpipe and instinctively reached for his throat, as if somehow he might pry loose the Force that cut off his breathing. He'd seen it before on so many others who ended up angering the wrong Sith. How ironic his own brother choked him now.
He felt his feet leave the ground, Aristan lifting him up into the air. Panic nearly set in for the lack of oxygen. Then he simply relaxed, letting his hands fall to his sides. Giving in, he realized, freed him from everything. From Darth Setekh's prodding reminders, from the research he had to do, from the memories he wasn't even sure were real.
Black spots just began to swim befor his eyes when abruptly Aristan released him and he dropped back to the ground. His knees buckled and he ended up in a heap on the tiles.
"Emperor's throne, little brother, what have they done to you?"
Aristan knelt next to him, grasping his shoulder with one hand and lifting his chin with the other. "I'll talk to my master, get you transferred out of this Division. He managed to get you and Rhease into a military school for me. He could do this as well."
"No, Aris-"
"I will not have you trying to kill yourself by Sith!" he roared.
"It's not the Division!" he shouted back.
They stared at each other for a long moment after that. Aristan let go of Jaesen, falling back to sit on the floor with him. When he reached for him again, it was to take his hand and grip it lightly. "Tell me then, Jaesen. What is it."
Jaesen drew in a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly. "I remember how it started..."
continued from http://crezelle.tumblr.com/post/30408346478/prompt-9-sex
Had to struggle a little with the idea of Vector being a bit dominant, and somewhat rough sex at the end, but i hope i got this down :D
as for the tools being used, i'd imagine things really juicy like mangoes, and raspberries, dunno what fruits they have in space, so it's left obscure, but yeah that's what i had in my mind as to what it would be similar too. Also always wondered what a drunk Vector would be like. don't we all.
edit, hmm...seems her blindfold must have fallen off while they were getting buisy at the last part >.>
Crezelle grinned behind her hand of cards as she sat at her desk playing solitaire. She knew exactly what that bashful shuffle her husband would approach her with meant. Still, she feigned ignorance as she felt him close the distance between them, his hands barely resting on her shoulders. She knew his mannerisms well by now; a little bit of a shoulder rub to get her to slouch forward in relaxation, causing him to have to lean forward with her, then a barely noticeable brush of the lips to the sensitive nape of her neck-
” Codeword: Onomatophobia. We have instructions for you, Agent, and we hope you wil- you will follow them” He caught himself barely in time, assuming the authoritative role he was assigned to. She grinned at the surprise change in how she figured the evening would conclude; her little codeword game with her husband was both a way for her to come to terms with the psychological anguish she had to deal with when that word truly would force her to obey anyone who used it, and to put the ball in her husband’s court. He had always been more than willing for anything she wished to try, but he was always so amenable to a fault, never suggesting anything purely for his own pleasure or interest. Surely with all those minds and memories in his hive collection, he would pick up a few kinky ideas he would want to try?
She couldn’t help but grin wider and wider as the possibilities of being at her love’s command and mercy played in her mind. Satisfied that she was indeed receptive to this little game of hers, Vector merely smiled with a certain coyness as he handed her a large box and a data pad with instructions. ” We will return in an hour. You will be ready. Everything you need is in here”. She squeaked in surprise as he reached down and gave her breast a gentle squeeze before leaving, emboldened by his new role for the evening.
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The set-up for the evening’s fun was too complex to do on her own. Crezelle was thankful that she could order her 2V unit to erase the last hour of assisting her with the preparations from his data banks, as well as order him to not talk unless absolutely necessary, given the odds of an annoying remark stemming from his personality programming. The instructions were thoughtfully detailed; diagrams to show how a simple move can undo the knots in the killik silk ropes, suggestions for what range to turn the gravity generators down by to make positioning more comfortable, how to properly lay out the tools for the evening out on the silver platter before her. Once the last few details were finished, and the blindfold fastened firmly around her eyes, 2V was instructed to leave the room, wait 30 seconds, and thoroughly delete his memory of the last hour.
She may have only finished with a few minutes to spare, but the anticipation made it feel like hours. Finally she heard the door open, and familiar footsteps enter her room.
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Vector could barely contain a small hum of approval as he stepped in the room and quickly locked the door behind him. She lay posed before him on her bed, exactly as he had envisioned: on her knees, back arched elegantly back, jutting her shapely breasts in the air. Her wrists were bound behind her back, fastened to her ankles. Her knees were gently spread apart, each tethered to a corner of her bed. Her head was bent back, following the arch of her back, blindfolded, and holding a small paring knife between her luscious lips.
He worried for a second that she might be uncomfortable, and checked that she followed instructions accordingly; he sighed inwardly in relief that she had left the rope loose, but still visually appealing, and that she had tied the knots to his directions in such a way that she only had to tug at one end in her hands for the whole set-up to come undone. He also felt much lighter than normal: reducing the output of the gravity generators would help her remain comfortable. After all, this was intended to be merely a farce of power over her, and she was truly in control every step of the way.
Satisfied that everything was in order, he leisurely paced around the display set up for him, arms held behind his back calmly. This pose absolutely did justice to her form. Ample breasts and curves arching and mixing with deadly honed muscle, she absolutely radiated of vitality and sexual appeal to his inner animal. At the side of the bed stood a stand with a silver tray, lined with exotic fruits and berries, small bowls of honey and chocolate, along with a few bottles of expensive spirits and champagne. One of the features that endeared his agent to him, was the fact he was a man who would take in something with every sense. Taste, smell, touch, sound, feel… Tonight would be a feast for all of them.
Casually slipping his gloves and boots off, Vector seated himself, half kneeling at his agent's knees. Gently, he ran his hand along her shoulder, up her neck, making her rely on her touch to know in what direction his attentions would move. Carefully, he plucked the small knife from her teeth, replacing it momentarily with a soft kiss. She resisted the urge not to move her head to follow his as his lips withdrew from her, but she had been ordered to stay still and silent unless told otherwise.
She felt the mattress shift as he leaned forward towards the tray, and a few moments latter shift again as he returned his attentions to her, lightly brushing fingertips admirably across the swell of her breast. She almost flinched from the cold sensation as she felt a wedge of soft, fragrant fruit drag a line across her collarbone, immediately followed by a trail of playful tongue flicking that soon turned into a chain of open mouthed, passionate kisses.
" Years ago, the nest found a wounded courtesan, attacked, stranded, and left for dead by a noble's jealous wife. Of the many things she suggested we try through the hivemind, this seemed the most appealing. " He purred with a seemingly naughty pleasure. " We always humoured ourself, comparing the intoxicating notes of your skin to a fine wine, wondering what best it would pair with ~" He ended his comment with a gentle bite, followed by dragging his lips and tongue across her collarbone with a soft moan, causing her to tense up.
Next, she felt the tip of a small berry gently wedge between her lips. Under orders not to move, she simply let it be held there between them. Again she felt his hands on her shoulders, one gently snaking up to hold the back of her head as she felt him lean in to kiss her. She moaned softly, and relaxed her jaw as he bit into the berry, bursting it open and letting it's juices mingle between their lips. She could only imagine what his senses picked up, and what it was doing to him, but to her, even her limited senses drank in every little thing it could, causing her skin to flush and her body to respond with heat. She was relieved when she was not chastised for leaning into the kiss, matching the discerning probing motions of his tongue with hers. Instead his grip on her tightened, the one hand on her shoulder easing down to her breast.
This time, when she whimpered in protest at him removing his lips from her, he gently tapped her nose with a finger. " Now agent, that's not very becoming of you.~" he teasingly reprimanded her as he reached for the tray again. This time, she felt a warm, slow running liquid spread in lazy circular patterns across the swell of her breasts, paying extra attention to her nipples. The sweet, earthy scent confirmed her guess that it was the honey she had laid out on the tray beforehand. She couldn't help but smirk slightly, and giggle inwardly as she felt what she guessed to be 2 more berries stuck to her nipples with the honey. It was always a rare and welcome spectacle when her love would show playfulness.
The smile on her lips parted as she bit onto her lower lip, stifling a moan as vector went straight for one of her nipples, nibbling it ever so gently. It seemed tonight was also a test of her will to see if she could hold still while he teased her, and he knew all of her weakest spots. His lips around her nipple smiled coyly, as his tongue followed the sweet, sticky path he had traced along her skin to the other nipple, his hand on her thigh to steady her quivering.
" You seem a little tense, Agent. Fine wines and spirits are often imbibed on at diplomatic meetings to... decrease tensions" He lowly rumbled against her neck. She felt the cold glass mouth of a bottle brush against her lips, and she opened her mouth acceptingly as he gently trickled a strong spirit past her lips. Golden membrosia.... She remembered how potent the substance was, how it had gotten the better of her despite rigid training and conditioning for her to hold lucidity while consuming alcohol. She let out a soft sound as she felt a tingling warms embrace her even before she had finished her third mouthful, the lip of the bottle replaced by the lips of her lover.
" Mmm... This does taste well on your lips, at least these ones. We must investigate more...". She whimpered in anticipation as she felt the liquid pool at the indent at her collarbone, and trickle in delicate rivulets down along her torso, guided by his finger to collect at the sensitive folds of her core. The liquid burned slightly, and she shifted on her knees, but the burn soon heightened her sensitivity. Waiting for the inevitable was anguish. He meant for it to be so. He started at the small pool of sparkling liquid at the base of her neck, in the dip of her collarbone, lapping and suckling up every drop, occasionally straying to kiss and nibble at her neck and shoulders, eliciting a low whine from her. He ether didn't notice, or more likely was beyond the point of caring about toying with her if she broke the rules slightly.
It was a good thing his attentions were drifting away from the discipline aspect of the evening's game, as his tongue elicited more soft whimpers and reactive arching against his tongue as it made a quick return to her nipples, then down along her sensitive, but ticklish side, nuzzling teasingly at the seam between her thigh and hip. She trembled and cried in need as he gently nipped at the skin there, causing him to look up. " Something we can do for you?" he chuckled as she squirmed against her bonds, knowing if she truly needed to free herself, she could at any moment.
" Please, Vector ... l-lick it" She breathlessly panted as his fingertips feathered along her inner thighs, only ever slightly brushing up against the sensitive flesh at her core. She felt his hot breath trail along her folds, his lips so close to her, that her own breath caught in her throat in anticipation. She felt another surge of membrosia cascade down her body, down to her cleft, only this time his lips were there to catch every drop before it dripped off her, her taste infused in it. A satisfied sigh left his lips. " A very pleasant pairing indeed, let's try something else..."
More games? Crez was trembling with need, and he still had the composure to go on about his little game?! She could not read auras, or scent base emotions off people like he could, but she swore she could nearly taste the smug grin on his face as he watched her grow ever more needing in her desire. This was payback for all those nights where she had driven him mad with passion, using her honed skills learned at intelligence HQ to rend men to the state of need where they would spill out the security code to their mother's own house lock. It was all the more easier with his heightened senses, some days it merely took moments before he was incoherent before her, every fibre of his being reaching out to her, begging release. She bit her lip again. Thinking about those times, the way his face would wash over with lust and passion, the sounds that he made that seemed to come from the very centre of his being, it was not helping her weather this test.
With renewed resolve, she let him experiment to his heart's desire, trying out different liquors on her body, licking melted chocolate off her thighs, even gently gliding a wedge of fruit across her slit before eating it, commenting how wonderful her juices spiced it up. She keenly observed how his movement became more pronounced, heavier, as he finished sampling all the liquors off her body. Perhaps now this will weaken his willpower.
" Nnnnnhhh " She lewdly moaned as he passed another wedge of fruit along her slit, punctuating it with a rock of her hips" More~". She felt a thrill of accomplishment as he both neglected to chastise her for moving and speaking when not told to, and for feeling his hand freeze momentarily as his mind registered the sensuous input. Just a little more she thought to herself, again rocking her hips so that her soft flesh brushed against his fingers, causing both to catch their breath, Good, now it's all downhill from here.
The subtleties of his little game gave way to his base urges, spurred on by the considerable amount of spirits he had sampled. Forgotten, he set the fruit aside, bending down to taste her again. " Yessssss" He heard her hiss above him, and her hips greedily tensed up towards his tongue. All the long teasing and tension built up had caused her flavour to become more intoxicating than any of the spirits he had tried on her that day, and he greedily lapped up every bit he could before focusing on her clit. His fingers were clumsy compared to usual, but she was so wet, so swollen, it was no hard task to find the right spot inside her. Soon she was writhing as her body rode waves of pleasure, edging closer and closer desperately to it's goal, straining at her roped to grasp at him. Smugly he put his free hand on her chest to settle her down while a few more licks, a few more nudges with his fingers, and she screamed as her aura exploded like a fireworks celebration on a foreign planet.
Her head slumped back, eyes half open, and her breath in ragged panting as she recovered from her climax. A vacant grin slowly formed on her lips as the sound of clothing hitting the floor barely registered on her overwhelmed mind. She knew he would eventually cave in. She flexed and stretched her back and muscles in preparation as she felt the bed move under him kneeling between her knees, his hands gently placed on her hips, and gliding along her sides. She felt the heat in her rise again as his body bent forward, lining up with hers, his lips kissing along her jawline.
" You did well, agent. As beautiful as you look like this, a piece of living art, we very much like the things your hands do all over us as we make love to you~" He slurred softly as one hand reached back, and with a single small tug at the rope at her fingers, her restraints were undone.
She barely had time to stretch out her somewhat stiff limbs before he was on, and in her with a growl that made her gasp. Countless times they had sung the song of passion, but this one was different. Instead of soft moans and sighs amongst the flowing heavy breathing, cries of pleasure, gasps, and groans echoed across the room. Normally the song played to the rhythm of the two bodies rocking as one, both tantrically riding the same waves of pleasure to the end, now it played to the beat of flesh drumming against flesh desperately. Soft caresses and kisses were replaced by clambering hands gripping and pulling feverishly at any hold they could find, along with wet, open mouthed kisses and bites.
Right as she felt herself reach the threshold of her second climax, Crezelle nudged Vector's head up with her hand so she could gaze into his comforting black eyes, the one thing she loved more than ever to see when the rest of her plunged into rapture. She opened her mouth to say something, but all that came out was a long, throaty moan as her body stiffened up, every inch quivering. Nothing could ever stop her love from following her into the void of climax when he witnessed her like this, felt her like this, tasted the sudden shift in her aura as she came. He whimpered helplessly as she dragged him along with her, her pulsing canal seemingly trying to milk him for every little bit he had.
She came to her senses momentarily before he did, cooing lovingly as he wobbled slightly as he stayed upright on his hands. She smiled as she felt his member pulse once again inside her in an aftershock of his climax, and giggled when he raised an eyebrow at her inquisitively when she tightened around him momentarily in response. Finally, his arms gave out, and he lay rested across his love, both panting and regaining their composure.
" That... Was... Fantastic." she explained between breaths, looking blankly at the ceiling. " But unless you want to head to the showers immediately to get all this stickiness off of us, I'm going to have to use my word to end tonight."
They both laughed as they ordered the ship droid to change the bedding while they headed to the showers.
