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A Fall From Above	By : Poem Category: +G through L > Knights of the Old Republic Views: 25242 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Quick chapter, didn't want to have to speed through the next bit. And I know I've had nothing but RevanXCarthXRandom NPCS, but I promise there will be some more fun pairings as we gain more people ;]

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“You want another drink?”

Rinna looked up at the sound of his voice. Yun was leaning against the doorway, a crooked smile on his face as he looked her over. His dark hair was disheveled, and fell in his eyes, and the jacket he had worn in the cantina was no where to be found, leaving him with a loose fitting shit and low hanging pants. All in all, he looked good drunk.

“Sure,” she answered smoothly, crossing a leg and leaning back on the couch. The music someone had put on was good, with a steady beat that thumped in her chest, but the speakers were two rooms over, leaving this room a little quieter than the others. It made it easy to add the coy tint to her voice.

Yun cracked his crooked grin a little wider and disappeared back into the kitchen. Rinna sighed, and stretched herself out, cracking her toes in leisure. The party really wasn't half bad. If she had had the time to spend, she might have enjoyed herself, talking to the various people and laughing it up at Athro's jokes. But she didn't have time.

As it was, she was starting to itch to leave. She'd figured it would take some fraternizing to find a way down into the Lower City. She doubted Yun was as loose lipped as that bratty woman had been, and it would take a couple hours of downing the strong Tarisian ale, and maybe some heavy petting, to weedle it out of him. As it was, he had given it away easily.

All she had to do was mention she was looking for some excitement, and Yun had offered to take her to the swoop race. And when she had asked how he meant to sneak her down, he had given away the very secret she needed – the Sith guard at the elevator wouldn't stop her if she was in a Sith uniform.

It was as simple as that. She didn't even need to continue this charade with Yun. All she needed was to steal a pair of uniforms from the drunken sods at this very party, and she would be all set to go.

Too easy. She always kept a pack of hypnocane in one of her hidden pockets, just in case. One tab, slipped in everyone's ale, was all it would take. And when your victims were drunk, it was all too easy. She had flitted about the party, offering people refills, and dropping a tab in when no one was looking. She hadn't even needed to dose everyone. Two of the officers were already so deep in their cups they were passed out on one of the couchs, and a third wasn't too far behind, dozing off in the front room. And Sarna and another girl had both stolen a date away. By this point, it was just her and Yun awake.

Yun returned within a few minutes, handing her a fresh glass of potent ale. She had sipped on the drink up to this point, being careful to hide how little she was drinking. But she was in the home stretch now, and she barely had a buzz. The drink was strong, but she'd had stronger. She could enjoy this one. She'd earned it.

Rinna took a long draft of the drought, basking in the pleasure of drinking. Of course, it was banned on board any starship, and she'd been stuck on nothing but starships lately. To simply be able to drink, to feel the burn as the ale made its way down her throat, was exquisite.

Yun was watching her drink, a lazy smile on his face. He had set his own drink, half finished, on the table, and had leaned back in his seat on the other side of the couch. Rinna surfaced from her ale long enough to glance at his, considering how best to get a tab in there, so she could get the hell out. Onasi was waiting on her in an empty apartment a few doors down, and he was already going to pissy that she had gotten her drink on. If she left him too much longer, he was going to bust a blood vessel. The idea had her smirking.

“So what planet are you from,” the Sith officer asked after a few moments, his speech only slightly slurred. He held his ale well. She was glad she didn't have to wait for him to pass out on his own – it would probably take all night.

“Oh, you wouldn't know the name,” she told him, swinging her legs up on the couch so she was facing him, her toes almost reaching his hip. “I got caught up in some trade routes when I was young and stupid and got dragged into the Republic. Otherwise, I probably wouldn't even speak Basic.” She grinned at him, wiggling her toes in delight at the feeling of the alcohol burning its way through her system.

Her shifting had drawn his eyes down to her legs, and she recognized that hungry look. She wanted to laugh at the ease of it all, at the simplicity. Men were so easy. Even Onasi had trouble fighting her, and she would say he was pretty seasoned. All she had to do was flash some skin, and she was getting whatever she wanted.

She downed the rest of her drink, chugging it in a very unlady like fashion, but that only seemed to please Yun more. He grinned that big grin of his, taking the empty glass from her hand and setting it on the table. She grinned back balefully, and eyed his own glass with ill concealed want. He laughed, picking it up and propping himself up on his knees on the cushions.

“Want some more?” he asked, holding the glass just out of her reach. She licked her lips, smiling her coy smile, and nodded. With another laugh, he crawled over to her, putting himself in the crook of her knees, and passing off the drink. She grinned at him, being sure to add a bit of a drunk titter, and took a small sip. When she lowered the glass from her lips, he was right there at her face, eyes inches from hers, arms at either side, and leaning down to catch her lips in a harsh kiss.

She kissed back, noting that even drunk he wasn't half bad. Not like Onasi, but not half bad. The thought sent her stomach fluttering, and she turned her full attention back to Yun.

It took half a second to slip the tab into his drink, and then she was pulling away from him, and handing him the drink again. Her vision was a little off, and she struggle for a moment to give it too him without spilling it. “Maybe I've had more than I thought,” she wondered with a bit of a pout. She hoped she hadn't gone too far.

“I think you should finish your ale,” she teased in a sultry voice, not moving to push him away, but keeping her lips just out of his reach. He grinned at that, but didn't move to drink. Instead, he set the glass on the floor beside them and crawled further up the couch, almost on top of her now.

“I think I've got better things to do than drink,” he told her, leaning in to catch her lips once more. Again, his kiss was harsh and unyielding, more insistent this time around. She melted under it, letting him mold her as she liked. His lips felt nice, and they were sending a buzzing feeling through her skin. In fact, she felt like she was buzzing all over. A warmth was spreading through her, that only seemed to burn brighter everywhere he touched. When he pressed his body down on her, she arched into him without thinking, reveling in the way it felt. Better than anything she'd had in years, she realized.

“Wrong,” was her next thought. Something was wrong. She pulled back from his kiss again, searching with her hands to find his glass on the floor and shoving it between them sloppily.

“It would be such a waste,” she said slowly, having to concentrate hard to get the words out. “To not drink it.” He laughed, but he took the drink from her, sitting upright to toss it back. Rinna pushed herself up on her elbows, and the world swam around her. Her skin felt funny, her chest felt funny, and she wanted nothing so much as to rub herself all over the fabric on the couch.

“Wrong.”

“You drugged me,” she said suddenly, the realization hitting her hard, marking it difficult to breath. Yun looked at her through hazy eyes, the answer there in his smile.

“Only a little,” he told her easily, setting his now empty glass on the table. “You haven't tried anything until you've tried the blue.” He was leaning back down now, pressing himself on top of her, making it impossible to get up.

His words made no sense to her as her head swam and her body seemed to melt. A deep euphoria was making its way through her, an ecstasy that made her want to writhe and stretch like a cat, and just lay on the floor and enjoy the feel of her naked skin on the carpet.

Anger tried to break its way through the euphoric haze. She felt it, knocking on her brain as if through a thick blanket. He had drugged her. How could he do that? Why? It wasn't like she knew him well enough to trust him, but he hadn't known her well enough to drug her.

His lips met her throat, and he ran his tongue from her collar bone to her ear, making a little noise of satisfaction as she gasped. She moaned wontedly, arching her back as the trail of electricity and fire he left behind spread throughout her body, and her hand twined itself in his hair, holding him there. The other fell to his back, slipping under his shirt and running up the hard muscles she found there.

“God, this is sinnfully good,” she thought wildly, writhing under him as he nipped her neck, before putting his lips to it and sucking. She moaned again, louder, and arched against him, spreading her legs as she pressed against his hard cock. She ground against him, clutching him tighter as she pushed her core against his length, suddenly wishing desperately that she wasn't clothed, that he could just slip inside her and fill that aching need that was taking over her body.

“Oh, god,” she groaned, struggling to remember where she was, what she was doing. “Drugged” came one thought. “Onasi” came another.

“Stop,” she moaned, though her body didn't. She was still grinding against him, slow and delicious. But he did. His head fell from her neck to her shoulder, and his body slumped against hers. “Drugged” she thought again. The hypnocane must have kicked in. She shoved him off, dropping him in a heap on the floor and stepping over him clumsily. The world was still spinning, and she couldn't seem to walk right. The ale and the drug were warring in her now, and she could hardly tell which direction was up, much less walk straight. She was rifling through something, her hand shoving fabrics aside until they closed around something hard, and she yanked it out. Then she was on the move again.

She didn't know how she made it to the apartment. The next thing she knew, she was banging on the door, giggling softly to herself and struggling with the folds in her hands. When the door opened, she stumbled straight into Onasi's arms, dumping the uniforms to the floor and struggling not to dissolve into giggling fits.

“Rinna, what-?” the pilot started, but she grabbed him, and kissed him hard, slamming her hand behind her on the door control and shoving him unceremoniously into a chair. The last thing she registered was his look of surprise before she crawled into the chair to straddle him.
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