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geekynerfherder · 6 months
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Showcasing art from some of my favourite artists, and those that have attracted my attention, in the field of visual arts, including vintage; pulp; pop culture; books and comics; concert posters; fantastical and imaginative realism; classical; contemporary; new contemporary; pop surrealism; conceptual and illustration.
The art of Olivier Vatine.
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redbean-nom · 2 months
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Designs for adult versions of the clone cadets in bad batch as Rebellion leaders
The first weird thing I noticed was that they kept specifying that tbb are "defective CTs", whereas iirc most other clones leave out the "ct" part. additionally, "special training" must have been a reasonably expected occurrence for them, since it was used as the Hemlock-jungle-lab excuse. they're also, oddly enough, the only three survivors from a base full of both cadets and adult clones. and finally, all three of them have noticeably different face shapes.
so my guess for their origins is that they're the results of the kaminoans trying to replicate tbb's mutations in a commando template, making them all specialized CC command cadets. From what we've seen of them, they don't seem to have quite as prominent abilities as say, wrecker or hunter, but are definitely above average to have survived that long.
Anyways the mini-backstory for them here is that they end up joining the rebellion around 5 years later (assuming that they're 6/12 and 8/16 in tbb s3, they would be 11/22 and 13/26 here) as the lead squad for the clone rebel cell after rex, wolffe, and gregor retire (and echo and cody are presumably dead).
Bonus: I originally had Deke's hair as dyed blond, but then he started looking too much like Rex (esp with the jaig eyes and partial arc armor) so I changed it back
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edit: sorry i forgot to tag spoilers at first! it has since been fixed
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ladyveronikawrites · 2 months
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LOST IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE CHAPTER ONE Bad Omens x Star Wars Pairing: Zebastian (Noah Sebastian) x F!Reader CW: pet play if you squint, oral (male receiving) Summary: You are the perfect senator's daughter- next in line to become his aide to learn everything about the Galactic Senate. But on your 21st birthday, your perfect life changes forever when the mysterious masked man you met at the nightclub was not who you thought he was. A/N: POV switching from second to first occurs often in the story. Shout out to my amazing beta team @mysticdoodlez, @cyrusunderscore, and @nerdraging4point0 your insight and cheerleading has been invaluable. Word Count: 2k Crossposted: Wattpad & A03 Cast list
May the Force be with you✨
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You wake up to your wrist comm beeping. It’s your best friend in the entire galaxy; Skylar, messaging you to wish you a happy birthday.
*BEEP BEEP*
*BEEP BEEP*
*BEEP BEEP*
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Sky: Wake up, Bitch it’s your birthday! LET’S PARTY!
Sky: WAKE
Sky: UP
SKY: Remember the plan for tonight, 2300.
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“Shit,” you curse under your breath, ripping the covers off the bed and stumbling into your en suite bathroom. You look in the mirror at your reflection and inwardly groan. You rub your tired eyes and splash cold water on your face in a feeble attempt to wake yourself. It doesn’t work. You hurriedly apply makeup to your face to look presentable in front of your family.
It’s your 21st birthday and on each and every birthday your family makes a big deal about it, especially your father. You are his only child of course. His precious little princess. You aren’t so little anymore. And you don’t like being called ‘princess’. 
You rush around like a tornado; getting dressed for your usual birthday breakfast. When you open the door you hear your parents calling for you.
“Happy birthday, sweety!” Your parents say in unison.
“Thanks,” you feign enthusiasm for their benefit; not your own. 
You can feel your parents' excitement ooze from them as they present you with your birthday breakfast. It makes you want to vomit. But you know they love you.
Your wrist comm beeps again to remind you of today's martial arts class. You thank the stars above that you have something to distract you from your parents- at least for a little while. You quickly shovel food down your throat, very ungracefully of course, while apologizing to your parents for leaving the table early. Your father still has strict rules about eating together as a family, because it's your birthday so he lets it slide this time.
When you return home you find the house to be empty. As you roll your eyes, you think about how your parents are always busy- even on your birthday. Why can't I just get one day to spend time with them? You may find their expression of love for you to be suffocating, but they are the only family you have. You shake the thought from your head and sprint up the stairs to prepare for the evening. Unsurprisingly, you find a light gray dress lying on your bed. Gray is your family color which seeps into everything your family does: what you wear, the color of the walls and furniture is gray, to the car your family travels in. The dress is made from the finest cotton from Naboo. Despite its simple high neck and long sleeves– which your father deems modest–, it will still show off your curves. After a quick shower, you curl your hair and put light makeup on to compliment the outfit.
As you ascend the staircase to the main level of your family’s elegant Coruscant apartment, you feel your heart flutter with anticipation. Remember the plan: get through this party, sneak out undetected, and meet up with Sky. What could go wrong? A warm smile spreads across your face as you catch a glimpse of your parents laughing with someone you don’t recognize. As you make your way to your parents, more and more unfamiliar people are filling your home. You wonder if they are here for you, or to get closer to your father, the senator. As you approach your father’s side, you plaster on a perfectly crafted smile. As your father introduces you to the gentlemen, your whole body freezes as you force yourself to shake the man’s hand and not recoil in fear. A fuzzy memory from your childhood pops into your head of this man and your father in his office. Lots of yelling, broken glass, and amber liquid on the ground. 
The last thing you remember is a pair of deep brown eyes; quiet and watching. As you release your hand, you automatically respond with a forced “Thank you.” Your father leans over and whispers in your ear that he has important business to take care of. You nod expectantly to hide your rolling eyes and slyly wipe your hands on your dress from the awful encounter. As your parents go their separate ways your stomach reminds you that you've barely eaten. You drink, eat, and dance to pass the time as the sun begins to set.
Suddenly, a loud noise from upstairs tears you from your rhythmic trance.
You look around to see that everyone is dancing and enjoying themselves. You must have been the only one to hear it. You casually and cautiously make your way to the stairs. You are only a few steps from the top of the staircase when you hear the office door creak open and your father’s intimidating voice fills the hallway. 
“Get Mikkah in here NOW!”
Without a second thought, you sprint the remaining distance to your room just as someone leaves the office. Finally safe, you collapse against the door for a few breaths before running around your room like a Gryffus without a head to pack your “go-bag”. Just as you are about to put your hand on the doorknob, you hear the familiar thud of Mikkah’s signature leather boots against the marble steps. Mikkah has been your father’s bodyguard for years now. He’s not much older than you and has been with your family since you were a girl. 
You exhale the curse that was forming on your lips and shut the lights off in your room. You hold your breath as his footsteps near. The office door slams shut. Mikkah must be pissed. You pray to the stars above that you will survive this night. Cautiously, you open the door and peer out to see the hallway is empty. In utter relief, an audible sigh slips from your lips. “Fuck that was close.”
When the world remains still, you dash down the steps. The music gets louder as you feel the vibrations that make you quicken your pace. The crowd is a sea of people that anyone can easily disappear into. Maybe this will work, you think to yourself. You push your way through the enormous crowd and, in what feels like an eternity, finally, you see the finish line. The front door. The same one that holds your ticket to a night of questionable choices, but towards fun nonetheless. As your hand reaches out to touch the cold door knob, you hear hurried smacks of leather ricochet off marble steps as many pairs of boots come rushing to the bottom. As you turn to leave, the hair on your neck suddenly stands straight as a beskar spear. Bright and burning green eyes pierce your soul. You immediately freeze on the spot as time slows around you. Your heart stops too, thinking you’re about to get caught, but you’ve already put your plans in motion, and nothing stops you now. You flash an apologetic smile to those burning eyes; to Mikkah, then dash into a nearby turbolift with only one thought- freedom.
As you approach the apartment complex's lobby, you see the one person you desperately need right now; Skylar. She is dressed from head to toe in black including her eyeshadow and lipstick. Her beaming bright smile and blue hair contrast the darkness in her attire. 
“Cute shoes,” she scoffs as she peers at your feet. You changed into soft shoes so you could run faster. You shrug at her comment. “You should have seen Mikkah’s face when he caught me leaving,” you shove Skylar’s shoulder playfully as you leave the building. “Can’t wait to hear all about your little escapade!” Skylar beams as you both get in the air taxi.
It starts to rain as you descend the many levels of Coruscant. You have always been within the surface of the city planet. Nerves grip your stomach as tales from your childhood ring a warning in your head.
“Hey, buddy can you put up the privacy screen for my girl here?” Skylar yelled at the driver. He grunted in response but raised the glass partition.
“Sky-”
“It’s fine, get dressed back here. He won’t be able to see you, I promise.” 
Sky squeezes your hand. The gentle pressure helps you calm down immensely. She always knows how to help center you.
“I can turn away if you want me to?” A playful smirk crosses her lips. She knows your answer before you even have the chance to open your mouth. She turns away still holding your hand. You squeeze her hand back before you let it slide off your shoes. You shimmy out of your dress and quickly slide on the new dress that is sure to catch some eyes tonight. It sparkles like the twilight sky; dark charcoal with radiant constellations of silver sequins. You tug your dress down your thigh for comfort and cross your ankles, nervously.  Goodbye, father's little obedient girl, and hello to the new me…well at least for tonight that is.
During the ride, your eyes slowly drift towards the scene outside the window as Skylar's voice fades in the background. Too bewitched by the view to pay attention to her droning on about the men she has been sleeping with, you greedily drink up the city soaked in a neon glow and graffiti-covered concrete walls. The dilapidated scene starkly contrasts the immaculate city on the surface.
It’s dangerous down at this level. You’ve heard rumors that no polic force ventures to this level of the planet. What if someone finds out you are the senator’s daughter? What if you get taken? You desperately try to shake the thoughts from your head.
 All too soon the car comes to an abrupt halt in a dark alleyway only illuminated by the bright full moon. Your eyes make out a long line of people; humans, androids, Twi'leks, Togrutas, and species you've never seen before standing by a large building with synthesized music emanating from its red double doors.
"Welcome to the Concrete Jungle, " Sky beams as she takes your hand and pulls you from your thoughts and the taxi.
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I stand tall overlooking the crowd of my second-story office. Head to toe in my signature black outfit. In the privacy of my nightclub, The Concrete Jungle, I don’t need to wear a mask to conceal my identity. The lowlife-my people- know who I am. They are safe to be whomever they desire.
Tonight I get to watch them while they are completely oblivious. I hum the song that reverberates through the wall until a knock on the door rudely interrupts me.
"Come in," My voice comes out sharp like the Mandalorian Kal fastened to my belt. Ever fought a Mandalorian? No? I stabbed him right under the helmet with his own knife…
"Sir, your father is dead. "
I curse inwardly keeping my face still as beskar. Hot anger pulses through my body and I slam my fist onto the window. 
"Call Nashira. Now," A low growl escapes my lips. 
"Of course."
When a knock on the door finally comes, I turn from the window to see Madam Lyra leading a crawling female Twi'lek on a leash.
"Thank you, Madam Lyra," I say as she hands me Nashira’s signature leather leash. I nod and Madam Lyra dismisses herself from the office.
With a silent command, I point to the rug on the floor.  Without hesitation, the Twi'lek crawls on all fours to the thick furry rug beside the desk.  I add another finger pointing down and Nashira kneels. 
"That's my good pet," I chuckle softly as Nashira nuzzles against my outstretched hand. I gently caress her lekku with slender tattooed fingers. This causes a soft moan to slip from her mouth. Her bright yellow eyes shimmer with desire.
"So needy for my touch," I tsk.  
I sit down on the leather desk chair and begin rubbing against the growing erection that tightens my pants. Nashira crawls between my legs, as I pull out my throbbing cock. I tap two fingers on my pet's cheek, the signal for "open" and she does just that.  She licks and kisses my cock teasingly.
But tonight I am in no mood for games as I clutch both of Nashira's lekku and pry her petite mouth open. I push my thick hard cock into her warm mouth until she gags- a warning and punishment.  Her eyes squeeze shut as she adjusts to the invasion. I slowly withdraw from her mouth, and before my tip reaches her lips she lets out a small whimper. I slam my cock into the back of her throat and she starts to suck.
Pressure builds in my core as I slump back in my chair.  Nashira quickens her pace, sloppy and hungry. My core tenses and eyelids get heavy. On the edge of euphoria, a flash of light catches my eye; stealing me of my bliss.  Frustrated, I push Nashira off, and point to the door, silently commanding her to leave. Nashira scampers to her feet and bows her head lowly before leaving the room.
Once again alone, I approach the window in search of the distraction: A human girl in a short gray dress. Under the strobe lights, her shimmering dress reflects a kaleidoscope of color. She is dancing in the middle of the crowd, arms swinging above her head immersed in complete abandon. 
Craving the rush, I start stroking my cock as she sways her hips to the song's beat. My jaw clenches as I tighten my grip.  My thighs begin to tense and I rest my free arm against the window for stability.
I stroke my length faster and faster in tempo with the pulsing beat of the music below. On the edge of climax, I suddenly make eye contact with the girl in that damn dress.  Euphoria ripples through my body in waves as I cum all over the window.
“Fuck.” I sigh as I pull my pants back on. As my mind floats back to reality; my vision is filled with her; this obvious outsider. My new plaything. My heartbeat quickens at the thought of her. And I stalk out of my office with only one thought on my mind- find out everything about her.
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terr-arium · 1 year
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When will I get what I deserve (a Diego Luna, Gael Garcia Bernal, Oscar Isaac, Pedro Pascal super-movie)
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mylesbackshall · 9 months
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CODY & REX
•I call this one Cody & Rex jungle recon!
Original art made by me Myles Backshall
I am open for commissions if anyone is interested :>
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punster-2319 · 8 months
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swan2swan · 1 year
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No show will ever do it like Avatar because in the first five episodes we got to see:
1. The decrepit outskirt hovel town that said “It’s all UP from here” (literally, they’re at the South Pole).
2. A ruined but majestic Air Temple on a mountain peak.
3. A Fire Nation naval base.
4. A humble fishing village with several memorable characters.
5. A whole darn mountain metropolis with magical infrastructure ruled by a crazy old king and visited by an incredible gag character.
And it did all of this without feeling rushed, crowded, forced, or unsatisfying.
In five episodes.
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gruvu · 2 years
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It was @kornyo’s birthday and I had to do something right? I did have plenty of fun with this and messing with the crack brushes.
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padawansuggest · 2 years
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Obi-Wan: *hands Anakin a glass of ‘juice’* here, drink this.
Anakin: *takes a single sip, full body shudders and turns to glare at Obi-Wan in betrayal* What proof is this??? Some really huge number????
Obi-Wan: *taking a longer sip with much more grace, looks embarrassed* I thought it tasted fruity enough for your toddlers taste buds.
Anakin: *more betrayed toddler glares*
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legoinspire · 1 year
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The galaxy is a dangerous place, Grogu. I will teach you to protect yourself.
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geekynerfherder · 6 months
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Showcasing art from some of my favourite artists, and those that have attracted my attention, in the field of visual arts, including vintage; pulp; pop culture; books and comics; concert posters; fantastical and imaginative realism; classical; contemporary; new contemporary; pop surrealism; conceptual and illustration.
The art of Olly Moss.
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ireallyamabear · 2 years
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I'm starting to see a theme concerning Cassian Andor and the natural environment. Kassa who grew up in a jungle and freaks out the first time he sees himself by the (dis)grace of technology. Technology destroyed his planet. His adopted mother keeps a green wall of plants in her house. Is it for Cassian? We see him being in his element on Aldhani, blending into the surroundings and being his most competent yet. The Eye of Aldhani sees him, this natural piece of the force. Now we see him totally cut off from any nature in prison. Just stark infrastructure. No escape. I think he needs the connections to something living around him. And the show shows us a person who is connected to nature, to slowly growing surroundings, someone who is the antithesis to the clinically white sheen of the empire.
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shinigami-striker · 1 year
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Nintendo DS on Wii U | Monday, 03.20.2023
Did you buy and download any one of these Nintendo DS games on the Nintendo eShop (Wii U) by now? Grab them while you can before next week hits!
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ladyveronikawrites · 14 days
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LOST IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE CHAPTER TEN Bad Omens x Star Wars Pairing: Zebastian (Noah Sebastian) x F!Reader CW: THE END OF THE SLOWBURN; oral (f recieving), hot shower sex😏 Summary: You are the perfect senator's daughter- next in line to become his aide to learn everything about the Galactic Senate. But on your 21st birthday, your perfect life changes forever when the mysterious masked man you met at the nightclub was not who you thought he was. A/N: POV switching from second to first occurs often in the story. Shout out to my amazing beta team @mysticdoodlez, @roley-poley-foley, and @nerdraging4point0 your insight and cheerleading has been invaluable. Word Count:1.4k Crossposted: Wattpad & A03 Cast list
Master list
May the Force be with you✨
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Zebastian leads you to his private refresher connected to his bedroom. Sleek charcoal tile lines the walls. Centered by the vanity sink is a large round mirror lined with red lights that reflect the ambiance of the room. 
Staring at yourself in the mirror, you hardly recognize the girl looking back at you. Wide eyes and a purple bruise forming on your cheek. Your hair is full of tangles and dirt. You examine the bruise more closely as the soft sound of water fills the room. Once steam starts to creep on the edges of the mirror, you abandon your ruminations.  
Grimacing, you hesitate to lean down to remove your shoes. 
“Allow me.” A deep voice rumbles from behind you. Startled, you stagger backward against the vanity as Zebastian crouches down at your feet. You suck in a shaky breath as you watch the usually intimidating man gently pull off your shoes. 
“Thank you,” you smile down at Zebastian peering up at you, his signature dazzling grin spreading across his face. Your cheeks heat when he winks back at you as he places your foot on the tile floor. The cool surface soothes your aching feet. 
As Zebastian rises he helps you remove your sling. You begin fumbling with the straps of your dress as a warm hand covers yours and guides the thin fabric down your arm. His body heat permeates the threads of your dress as he shifts to help you with the other strap. Zebastian turns away as you approach the shower, clutching the dress close to your chest. Goose pimples creep up your legs and arms as the fabric falls to the floor. The warm water greets you instantly and your sore muscles cry out for relief.
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Stepping into the refresher after the senator’s daughter, her eyes go wide and her mouth drops open. Sure, this wasn’t really the time I thought I would see her naked for the first time; I would have preferred her to be spread out on my silk sheets bare and ready for me, but someone had to help her bathe. 
And that someone is me.
She steps back into the steady stream of water, wincing as she tries to cover herself with her good arm. My eyes stay fixed on hers looking up at me, her thick lashes shielding her eyes from the water. Her jaw clenches as I lean over her to grab soap and a cloth. I can see the fight in her eyes; she wants to stop me- to do it herself- but when she closes her eyes and tilts her head slightly, I know that’s all the permission I need as exhaustion melts her to my touch. 
“Can I touch you?” I mumble into her ear, nerves tightening my stomach as the memory of her fear-stricken eyes flashes before me. 
“Yes,” she hums. 
Gently caressing her shoulder, I lather her bad arm first as it dangles at her side. She winces at first so I make quick work on it to move to her chest. My dick twitches when soft sounds trickle from her mouth as I caress her breasts. Thank the void her eyes are still closed. Even though I would do anything to make more of those pretty sounds tumble from her mouth, I move swiftly to clean her other arm. I hesitate when I look down at her fingers, smooth and unmarred compared to mine; scarred and etched in ink. 
Suddenly, my mind begins to wander what it would be like if my hands were around her throat; imagining the sounds that would erupt from her mouth. Another hum from her tears me from my filthy thoughts. It’s strange to fight back the urge to touch more of her body, to let my finger graze every inch of her. But I want her to make the decision for herself. 
Everything she has ever known has been decided for her, until now. 
My hand on her hip keeps her steady while I wash the softness of her tummy and circle the cloth down her thigh. Before crouching at her feet again, I instruct her to hold onto the wall to keep her balance as I lift and wash her foot. I do the same to the other ignoring how close her cunt is to me. Her thigh twitches slightly to adjust to the awkward position and arousal shoots straight into my gut. 
Swallowing a groan, I adjust to caress the back of her thighs to keep me stable but when I look up at her, her body glistening beneath the water and her swollen bitten lips, I can’t stop myself. 
Gripping her hips I pull myself up and spin her against the other wall and away from the water. She yelps in surprise as her back smacks the tile. Her eyes are wide but there's a spark that shimmers across her iris. 
“Can I touch you here?” Leaning down, my lips brush against hers as my hand snakes between her legs to gently cup her sex. Her body shivers to my touch, back arching off the wall. Her body is screaming yes. Nipping at her bottom lip, I try again. 
“Don’t make me ask again.” 
“Yes, Ze-,” 
My name fades into a soft moan as I crouch down and throw one of her legs over my shoulder. Spreading her folds apart with my fingers, I lick from entrance to clit, sucking the sensitive bud between my lips. She cants against me as I wrap my arms around her hips pulling her closer. The fingers of her good hand grip my damp hair while the injured hand rests on my shoulder. 
I’m drowning in her touch and I can’t get enough. 
Flicking the tip of my tongue over her clit earns me the most beautiful sound from her bitten lips. Leaning back slightly, I peer up at her through hooded lids to find her head rolling back against the wall, and her eyes closed in bliss as her mouth pops open with every labored breath. She’s close. Her thigh tenses when I kiss and nibble the delicate flesh- a distraction- as I slowly slide one finger inside her. 
“Oh,” she rasps breathless, as her pussy walls adjust to the invasion. I lick at her clit once more before sucking it between my teeth and curving my finger just right and suddenly...
Pain.
Pain shoots through my shoulder when she digs her fingers into me at the same time she clenches around the digit thrusting in and out of her. She tugs on my hair as I press my fingers into her hips, not enough to bruise but to keep her stable as her body tenses with overstimulation. Her body spasms and her back arches off the wall when she screams my name and drenches my tongue with her juices. Groaning against her wet heat, I suckle and slurp every last bit of what she gives me. She tastes divine and I crave more; a drug I can’t shake.
A chuckle forms in my throat when my lost girl pushes me away from her. A wide grin spreads on my face when I take in the sight of her ethereal bliss. Her body glistens from the mix of sweat and water, her hair sticks to the sides of her face and her bitten lips are red and swollen. The satisfied sigh from her lips is all I hear once I turn the water off. 
“Hey,” I say softly as I caress her cheek with my thumb, her eyes flutter open and her breathtaking smile spreads across her face.
“Hi.”
“Are you ok, did I hurt you?” My chest tightens with an unfamiliar feeling of concern as I guide her out of the refresher.  
Her cheeks flush pink before she responds with, “Yeah I’m OK.” 
She huffs a protest when I wrap her up in a towel, her usual spark returning- but is muffled by a yawn. After dressing quickly, my hand on her back leads her back to my bedroom where she flops down on the large bed in the center of the room. 
I rummage through the walk-in closet to find a black tunic and loose cotton lounge pants. She mumbles a thank you before I return to the bathroom to collect her dress with the hope I can salvage it for her. 
I lean against the door frame as I watch the senator’s daughter snore softly in my bed. Tranquility washes over her soft features illuminated by the city lights. Sighing, I push myself off the wall when my wrist comm buzzes. 
Duty calls. 
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