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A Fall From Above	By : Poem Category: +G through L > Knights of the Old Republic Views: 25239 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I know Carth is a little darker than he should be right now, but I promise he'll lighten up here soon, and we'll get back to some fun, snarky Onasi banter. In the meantime, I'll try to appease y'all with some heavy petting.

As always, reviews are greatly appreciated!

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Gana Lavin had found him before he had managed to ask two questions to the barkeep. One look had apparently been enough for her to decide Carth was someone she wanted to get to know. And she didn't seem the type to consider what other people wanted when it came to her own desires. She'd practically dragged him across the bar, pulling him away from his questions and his leads, and insisting he give her every bit of attention he could.

Some spoiled little noble brat, Carth had been ready to shake her off immediantly. But when she mentioned her “Daddy” having connections, he had paused. If her father truly was the type of man she made him out to be, she could have valuable information. Perhaps she wasn't exactly the mark he had been looking for, but she would do.

He was starting to regret that decision though. The girl had tucked him away in a quiet booth, with no way to turn the conversation away from where she wanted it to go. She had coiled herself around him, bit by bit, getting closer and closer with each step in the conversation until she was practically on top of him now. He could smell the ale on her breath, and the urge to shove her off was almost too much for him. But he resisted. He had finally steered the conversation to where he needed it, and he wasn't about to walk away now.

“Daddy's got connections all over Taris,” she crooned, running the lapel of his jacket between her fingers, and rubbing her leg none too subtly up his thigh. He took a sip of the strong Tarisian ale and gave her another charming smile. She was easy enough to manipulate, wanting nothing so much as his attention, which was easy enough to give. If he could just get through this conversation without her getting her hand down his pants, he'd be all set.

“He could get you anything you ever wanted, you know.” She giggled a little, leaning forward to examine the fabric between her fingers, and making a show of pushing her cleavage through her top. He made a show of looking her over, making a little noise of appreciation in the back of his throat.

This was coming a little too easy to him, he realized. While he had played the bar scene plenty of times in his life, he had rarely used it like this to get information. It reminded him of Rinna, the way she had tossed her hair and fluttered her eyelashes that first day in the apartment, when she had wanted to distract him. If she could play that side, he could too. He, though, had no intention of going as far as she was willing to.

“Really,” he said, reaching out to catch a strand of hair, escaped from her ponytail. He examined it a moment, before tucking it back behind her ear. “What kind of things?” he asked, letting his fingers rest behind her ear a little longer than necessary.

“All kinds of things,” she insisted, letting her other hand trail down his stomach. His cock twitched as she got dangerously close to it, and he bit his lip, willing himself not to get carried away. She was hot, yes, but God, she was such a spoiled brat. And nothing more than a source.

He couldn't help but jump when she slipped the hand under his shirt, running it along the hard skin there. He made a little groaning laugh and let his hand run slowly up her thigh.

“He could get you a nice place and servants, or he could get you into the best shows,” she started, speaking low and throaty as she rubbed up his chest.

“What if I wanted something a little more dangerous?” he asked her, a growl in his voice as he leaned in closer. She laughed at that and pressed her ample bosom against his chest, speaking directly into his ear.

“I can get you into something a little more dangerous,” she purred, stroking across his skin, her head trailing lower once more. He could feel himself hardening sharply under her ministrations, and he bit the inside of his lip again, willing himself to pay attention. “We could go down in the Lower City. I've got an apartment down there, and there are duels all the time, not like these pretty official duels, but real, to-the-death matches. And we could watch the swoop races. There's been some serious fighting between the gangs. I here they're really wanting the big prize, a bunch of credits and some pretty off-world slave woman.”

“Jackpot,” he thought to himself, letting his grin spread a little wider as she laid a little kiss on his neck. “Bastilla.”

“Mm, that does sound exciting,” he growled to her, letting his hand run up to her waist. He just needed a way down there now and he could ditch the woman. “And how are you planning on getting us down there?”

“Oh, Daddy will get me wherever I want,” she told him happily. “But let's leave the plans for later. I think I've thought of something I'd rather be doing.”

Her hand flashed out to grasp him through his pants, finding him harder than he'd wanted to be. He couldn't stop the sharp groan that rattled out of his throat as she stroked him lazily under the table, the rough material pressing hard against his heat. It took more will power than he would care to admit to reach down and grasp her wrist, stopping her. He could see the pout on her face from the corner of his eye, but before he could say anything else, a voice interrupted him.

“Silas, baby!” a familiar voice cried, and suddenly Rinna was in the booth with them, on her knees in the seat and pressed up against Gana as she eyed the couple up and down. “You found us a third?”

Carth struggled to get his head together as he looked to the smuggler. She was grinning ear to ear, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes as she pressed herself against the other woman. His eyes strayed to the way her breasts were nearly spilling out of her shirt, and the delicate hand she had laid on Gana's thigh.

Gana did not look as pleased. “Silas? What is this?” she demanded, her voice sharp and cutting and with more than a touch of childish petulance.

“I'm his wife, Kittani,” Rinna told the woman with a wild grin, raking her eyes down the woman's body openly. “Did he tell you yet? We're looking for a third for a little fun tonight.”

Carth's stomach did a strange flip at the words, and he couldn't help but cut a look at the smuggler. She was having way too much fun with this, looking to him with knowing eyes. He wanted to throttle her.

Gana did not take the words well. “Your wife?!” she spat, turning to Carth with a look of horror and fury. “What does she mean, you're wife. I'm no cantina harlot you can hussy into some awful play. How dare you?!” She shoved him hard, two handed, and brought her elbow back to knock Rinna out of the way. The auburn-haired woman caught the flailing limb easily.

“Aw, don't be like that baby,” she teased, pulling her towards her in the seat and leaning in to speak directly in her ear. “I promise, you'll like it.”

Ms. Lavin didn't even bother to continue the conversation. Instead she leaned back away from her, brought up a leg to kick, and screamed.

“Guards! Where are my guards! Help me!”

Rinna moved with her usually speed, ripping the woman from the seat and tossing her unceremoniously to the floor. Then her hands found Carth, grabbing him by the jacket, and yanking him from the booth. He stumbled, catching himself before he met the same fate as the wailing brat on the floor, and ran when she tugged him. Rinna led him around the bar, back a small hallway, and out a door he never would have noticed existed.

“What the hell,” he started, ready to tear into her for ruining his chance to get them to the swoop race and Bastilla, but she interrupted him.

“Come on, this way!” she hissed, and slipped through a small back alley, dragging him along with her. They made several quick, sharp turns, before she brought him to a stop outside an open door. He could hear music and laughter from inside, and the familiar smell of the popular Bith smoke. It was another door into the cantina. Carth paused, unwilling to go back into fray they had just caused, but Rinna did not lead him inside. Instead, she dragged him opposite a couple hidden away in a dark corner, oblivious to the rest of the world. She threw herself against the wall, grabbed his jacket once more, and pulled him close.

“Kiss me,” she hissed.

“What?” was all he could manage before she grabbed him by the collar and yanked him down to her level. She was always stronger than he expected, and he had no defense to stop her from pressing her lips to his.

The kiss was wild, almost frantic. She held him by the hair, twining her fingers in his locks and holding him there with an iron grip. The other hand was wrapped around his back, stopping him from pulling away. But he was too stunned to try. Her lips were soft and warm, but working feverishly against his, pressing, licking, nipping, all too distracting by half. He couldn't think straight.

When she pressed her tongue insistently against his lips, he opened without thought. She pressed it gently against his, running up its length slowly, teasingly. She swirled around it once, twice, before pulling back a little, beckoning him into her own mouth. When he abided, she wrapped her lips around it and sucked, long hard. The groan that rattled out of him was more of a growl, and his hand twined to tangle in her hair, holding her as she did him.

He returned the kiss then, just as hard, just as feverish. His lips were hard and unyielding, pushing her back against the wall behind her and pinning her there. His hands mirrored hers, one in her hair, one at her back, but when she moved hers down to grab him by the hips and pull him closer, grinding his length into her stomach, he moved his own to her hips, pinning her in an iron grip, keeping her there as he pressed against her.

His blood was boiling. The stress of the last few weeks had taken their toll on the soldier; his nerves were fried. Gana's flirting had brought him back to relaxing cantina nights, with ale in his hand and friendly company all around. She had hinted at a release he needed from his stress, and now Rinna was offering it openly, her mouth speaking with something more than words, an earnest hunger that had him breathless. It was all too much for him to fight.

When she started to gasp in his mouth, rolling her hips against his hand, he pulled back, struggling to catch his breath. He could hear Rinna doing the same, her head tilting back in his hand so she was looking straight up at the sky, her neck bared. He had the awful urge to bite it.

A little laugh came from her then, snapping him from his daze. Shame burned its way through the back of his neck, and he would have shoved her away, had she not wrapped her arms around his neck, trapping him. She must have seen the anger in his eyes, because she laughed again.

“Calm down, stud, they're gone,” she told him, tossing her hair back and taking a deep breath. “You don't have to kiss me anymore.” She leaned against him again, pressing his still hard length between them. “Although I certainly wouldn't say no.”

Carth did pull away from her then, ducking under her arms and straightening his jacket. He glanced around them, noting the couple in the corner still oblivious to the world around them, and the empty alley around. Laughter and conversation were still leaking out from the door beside them, and no one was shouting in alarm. Somehow, they had avoided trouble.

The pilot looked back the the woman still leaning back against the wall. She was eying up and down, a coy smirk cast about her face. He hadn't seen her look like that before. Not teasing, but appeasing. She was looking at him like this was the first time she had truly seen him.

“You know, that was the last thing I expected from you,” she told him, her voice low, forcing him to lean down if he wanted to hear her. “I wouldn't have expected the Republic officer to use his body for information.”

She was teasing him now, the laugh in her voice not truly hidden. He scowled at her, the heat rising on his neck once more, though he tried to hide the shame. It had worked, hadn't it?

“And I would have gotten more if you hadn't come barging in,” he snapped, glaring down at her. She only laughed.

“Yeah, if you were willing to plow miss bratty, you could have gotten anything you wanted. Which I'm guessing you weren't up to doing. So. All I did was just jump in and prevent all the awkwardness of a gropefest.” She flicked a strand of hair back behind her ear, and took a moment to readjust her shirt. “What did you get, by the way?”

“I think Bastilla's going to be some kind of a reward in a swoop race in the Lower City. I don't know when yet, but we need a way to get down there, fast. And you didn't give me a chance to find one.”

“Oh, don't worry,” she told him, with a wry grin. “I think I might have found a way.”
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