08-31-2014, 09:28 PM
He pulled his lips away from her tiny hand and saw her peering at him through smokey eyes, all fury now veiled behind seduction, a serpent lazily uncoiling herself so that the beauty of her golden scales could glisten in a infinite number of gradations of color, stretching out sinuously, drawing the eye to every mathematically perfect curve. She was a master and he let himself appreciate the display. He did have a man's desires, after all.
She spoke, seeming unthinking as she positioned her body this way and that, the placement or movement of her hand on his arm, brushing his hip. Her body was an instrument that she played to cloud the senses. Malik slithered in his heart, hissing at him. This woman was far more shrewd and crafty than people suspected. Her manipulations were more than just the casual ones that most women used to entangle men. Hers were honed to razor sharpness, and used with the skill of a surgeon. She was dangerous.
But the danger drew him. He sensed they hungered for the same things from this world. And there was also the matter of the assistant. If she possessed the Force, then that only made her more dangerous....but also more interesting. Completely aside from his perhaps learning more about the Force, this was a person with whom he might be able find common cause. He had no illusions that she wouldn't betray him if it suited her. No more than he himself wouldn't do the same. But that didn't mean they couldn't come to some arrangement.
"You know they say the Ascendancy does not eat or sleep. That he is not human, flesh and blood like you and I are, forbidden, like a curse, to maintain his youth,"
the subtle derision clear. "But surely you eat and sleep and fuck?"
She leaned in whispering, "You cannot possibly be a sixty year old man also?"
Malik's nostrils flared, as if a new scent presented itself and he laughed softly. Opportunity. He stepped forward, his brown eyes peered into the deep green of hers, voice low and vibrant. "Indeed. Aside from possessing it for its own sake, power should be savored in every way."
He paused, eyes widening slightly, the silence emphasizing his next word. "Eaten."
He licked his lips. "Slept with."
A curve of his lips as he glanced at hers. "Fucked."
After drawing the moment out, he stepped back. "Yes. I would like that very much."
He looked down at her outfit, the near nakedness of her body peeking out through her coat. More than likely she'd change. But a mischievous thought came to Malik. "I predict, dressed as you are, that every waiter in the place will drop their trays at least once. And that, too, I would like to see."
She opened her coat slightly- the inner slope of her breast just visible- and crossed her heart, promising to be good. It was a tantalizing glimpse. His smile deepened. "Not too good I hope."
He went to his jacket and picked it up from the ground, dusting it off. "I'm ready whenever you are."
She spoke, seeming unthinking as she positioned her body this way and that, the placement or movement of her hand on his arm, brushing his hip. Her body was an instrument that she played to cloud the senses. Malik slithered in his heart, hissing at him. This woman was far more shrewd and crafty than people suspected. Her manipulations were more than just the casual ones that most women used to entangle men. Hers were honed to razor sharpness, and used with the skill of a surgeon. She was dangerous.
But the danger drew him. He sensed they hungered for the same things from this world. And there was also the matter of the assistant. If she possessed the Force, then that only made her more dangerous....but also more interesting. Completely aside from his perhaps learning more about the Force, this was a person with whom he might be able find common cause. He had no illusions that she wouldn't betray him if it suited her. No more than he himself wouldn't do the same. But that didn't mean they couldn't come to some arrangement.
"You know they say the Ascendancy does not eat or sleep. That he is not human, flesh and blood like you and I are, forbidden, like a curse, to maintain his youth,"
the subtle derision clear. "But surely you eat and sleep and fuck?"
She leaned in whispering, "You cannot possibly be a sixty year old man also?"
Malik's nostrils flared, as if a new scent presented itself and he laughed softly. Opportunity. He stepped forward, his brown eyes peered into the deep green of hers, voice low and vibrant. "Indeed. Aside from possessing it for its own sake, power should be savored in every way."
He paused, eyes widening slightly, the silence emphasizing his next word. "Eaten."
He licked his lips. "Slept with."
A curve of his lips as he glanced at hers. "Fucked."
After drawing the moment out, he stepped back. "Yes. I would like that very much."
He looked down at her outfit, the near nakedness of her body peeking out through her coat. More than likely she'd change. But a mischievous thought came to Malik. "I predict, dressed as you are, that every waiter in the place will drop their trays at least once. And that, too, I would like to see."
She opened her coat slightly- the inner slope of her breast just visible- and crossed her heart, promising to be good. It was a tantalizing glimpse. His smile deepened. "Not too good I hope."
He went to his jacket and picked it up from the ground, dusting it off. "I'm ready whenever you are."