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Part Time Job	By : dschinny Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 7157 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 11 - Never tell the whole truth in a trade.
Jango sat on the edge of the cot and unbuttoned his shirt, baring inch by inch of his gorgeous skin underneath. “Come closer,” he said, “I don’t bite.” Looking at the bite mark he’d left on her neck the day before, he chuckled, “Ah, well. I guess I do bite, but I promise I won’t do so now.” He removed his shirt, exposing his powerful chest and washboard abs to her.
She had no illusions about her chances to fight him or talk her way out of the situation, but something else was stirring beneath the surface. She pushed it down and took a step in his direction, as she had been told, her half lidded eyes lifted slowly in an impression of absolute boredom. “Can’t you save it for somebody who is consensual?”
“I greatly prefer willing partners,” his eyes narrowed into slits as he stopped up to her until they were nose to nose. “I expected you would be smart enough to be more... willing this time. A pity.”
Straightening her shoulders, she looked up and met his eyes dead on, “You are infamous for finding people. So why don’t you go out and find somebody who actually likes you?” she retorted.
“The list of females in this sector who are genetically compatible, pre-menopause and not too pre-occupied is quite short actually. That’s why I don’t mind a compromise.” He was watching her with a mocking little smile that grated on her nerves, “After all, I didn’t take anything that had not been taken before. It would have been taken less gently by somebody else if I had not bought you... It wouldn't hurt to show a little more appreciation on your behalf.”
‘You self-righteous thug’... “You took my life from me!” She hissed and stood against his body rigidly, eyes focused at his shoulders, her lips compressed into a thin line of irritation and anger.
“And still so livid...” Jango mused, watching her, as his fingers started caressing her cheek.
“I won’t live as your plaything.” It was so frustrating, so damning to be at someone’s mercy in any situation, but was more so when it involved someone’s bodily response.
“I just want to crack that exquisite civilized shell of yours and make a real woman of you... and you WILL let me in eventually Cin’ciri... mark my words!” he gave her some time to weigh her options, letting the reality of the fact that she was at his mercy sink in. “You can have my kindness...” He leaned close, fingers trailing to her chin to trace her compressed lips and wondered if a taste would be worth her bite. “Or we can have another tussle – as you like.”
She realized that playing possum wouldn’t stop him... another shock therapy might. “I have a third option...” she lifted her chin, took a hold on his shoulders to rise on her toes “You can have a share of my influenza.” She melted against the handsome bastard and kissed him gently, ready to be pushed away when she opened his lips with her tongue, smoothing the inside of his lower lip.
His lips came down on hers, rough and insistent in a passionate kiss. His tongue slid deep into her mouth, his arms wrapped around her waist, crushing her against him. Tomoe could feel his hard-on rubbing against her. “Any time...” he felt her knees buckle when he sucked the very breath from her.
“Don’t expect me to drop dead from some bacteria.” He chuckled darkly when he broke the kiss and entwined a hand in her hair, holding her up against him. “I’ll look after you,” he kindly informed her as he pulled the tunic over her head “...keep you warm...” He tossed the garment on the floor and pushed her oversized pants down. His strong hands picked her up easily, squeezing her butt cheeks possessively. His lips fused with hers again, harder now, more intense, his razor stubble rubbing her raw.
Furious that she had to cling on him for balance, she dug her fingers into his short cropped hair. He settled her on the cot beneath his full length, pinning her with his weight and drew the bedspread up to cover them both. Underneath him he could feel the woman shuddering and desperately fighting for breath. He enjoyed every move and hoped she wouldn’t surrender too soon. At least she didn’t neglect herself like some prisoners would. She smelled good, ate well, her thighs had taken on a more defined tone that came from physical training. One worry less, several more to go. He simply swallowed the “no” coming from her.
She stilled and he lifted part of his weight off her. “You deserve to watch me, so pay attention this time.” His callused palms ran down her sides, ready to clamp down in a bruising grip while his mouth suckled gently on her erect nipples. Staring down at her pleading brown eyes filling with tears he lowered his face to hers and licked her tears murmuring, “You know there’s no dishonor in surrender.” He had moved his hips into position with hers and used his knees to spread her thighs apart widely. He lined his cock and with no warning, drove into her pussy with a single hard thrust.
Her breath caught in her throat with a low mewl. He did not relent nor hold back, but drove in again, and this time his whole cock slid into her to the hilt, he pounded hard again to drive her out of that mental hiding place where she dug in for serenity. He tore into her over and over, unrelenting, harshly, never giving her a chance to adjust or catch her breath; driving his cock inside of her in an unmerciful attempt to drag her over the edge with him.
Finally he collapsed on top of her with a small satisfied grunt, tasting a metallic tang of blood on her lips where she had bitten herself during his onslaught. For a moment he just laid there and let his eyes study her while his fingers threaded through her disheveled hair lazily, enjoying its silky texture. Whenever he had made progress or not, he felt deliciously wrung out. Melting against her, he mused, “You can as well submit to me and enjoy it. I know that you can’t kill two.”
‘Two?’ Tomoe swallowed the bile rising in her throat as it dawned on her. Did he know something she didn’t? She had always assumed that he was just careless or contraception had been dealt with by the slavers, as an imperative to their marketing policy. If she was surprised, how could he know?! Not that such future prospects really mattered. She chuckled softly, gaining his attention immediately. ‘Ah ha,’ she seized the unexpected chance to get a rid of his unwanted attention. ‘Better feed him the information while most of his blood floods his nether regions...’
“I hate to put a dent into your sturdy caveman-tactic with ugly modern reality, but...” she raised an eyebrow, “You are wasting your efforts - I’m sterile.”
“Me'ven?” He merely huffed at the implausibility, having checked for scars, injuries and age before. “Oh really?”
Time to detail... “Why else would I waste my best years on a full-time service job?” she smirked into his unbelieving face. Maybe if she unfolded it a little more, she could get a rid of him instantly. “A lot of radiation was unleashed in the last civil war.” She didn’t have to be very inventive to make up a legend for him.
Jango did not like surprises, applying his most brutal tone “Then you better take care not to outlive your usefulness.”
“I expected you would be smart enough to abstain from empty threads...” Tomoe mocked him, “What to do, Master Fett? Take me up on my word for another round? I don’t think so, maaan... Kill me? Go ahead, as your property I’ve nothing to lose.”
Jango caught her hand just before it could drive the first point home on his family jewels. “Patience.” He murmured thickly, rose up and flipped her over. If her radiation level had been elevated to pose a threat, the armor’s or by the latest the Slave I’s sensory would have alarmed him. He closed the circle of his arms around her and crushed her against his hard body, spooning himself around her. “For now I’m not disappointed.” He kissed her fingertips delicately, nipping them lightly. He had expected her to break sooner and his interest to evaporate altogether with her free will, but the opposite happened.
She had succeeded making him nervous but now he was back in control. Somehow it made her feel strangely at ease, her body tingling from head to toe from unspent energy. She inhaled Jango’s masculine scent and rested her weary head against his sweaty chest. Like he had thrown a switch, this other side gave her a feel of... safety?
“You enjoyed that.” It wasn’t a question. His hands smoothed over her velvety skin, discovering exactly where she was most sensitive to touch. Aside of her nervous reaction to his physical approach, this little spitfire’s nerves could win her a fortune at the sabbac table. He brushed a strand of hair away that clung to her sweaty, heated forehead. Maybe he had just uncovered the reason why she was drawn to his son? She soon found sleep in his arms. Tomorrow he would run a detailed check-up and put her statement on test.
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In the morning, Jango untangled himself carefully not to wake Tomoe from her fitful sleep. Her body temperature had risen to a full-fledged fever. While he didn’t mind her being put on her back and weakened for a couple of days, sleeping beside a tossing and turning woman for a week wasn’t his idea of comfort.
Returning from the bathroom, he silently ran a scan with his gauntlet’s sensory, checking for several types of radiation, finding no exceptional residual values. On the other hand, the long-time effects of nuclear warfare on female reproduction had been of little interest for him so far, which made him glad she couldn’t monitor that gap of education in her delirium. Even the slight prick from taking a blood sample didn’t wake her.
He went to the next room. “Boba, get up silently...” he signaled to his waking son “Shhh... she’s sick, let her sleep.” The young one huffed in response, yawned, stretched and padded out over the corridor while Jango sat in the living room, doing the analyze. The type of the acute infection was easily found and posed no threat since he had caught it long ago and was therefore immune. Boba was vaccinated against it like all other clones to prevent common diseases from wreaking havoc in Tipoca city’s genetic mono-culture. He would get her a potion in the ward before returning from the calisthenics and a vaccination as soon as she was back to health.
Detail analyze was another topic. Sorting that out was a job for a specialist. Jango extracted the data and prepared a message to an off-world medical centre since he would not give the Kaminoans another genetic sample to tamper with as they pleased. Since he had traded-in his own genes for his son, a fortune and the destruction of the Jedi-order, at least he would own her set exclusively. He enjoyed tampering with it immensely.
Returning from their pre-breakfast activities, he picked up a glass of water and the potion and called softly as he entered his bedroom. His Cin’ciri was in bed, sweating in one moment and shivering the next, taking the name he had given her all too literally. Sitting down beside her, he put a gentle hand on her shoulder, calling her name again.
“You are not well.” He smiled as her eyes cracked open and looked up at him, meeting her dilated gaze with concerned eyes. “Stay put, it’s only seven o’clock.” he eased her into the here-and-now gently.
“I feel tired,” she admitted. “Yet I’ve been sleeping much more than I used to.” No commanding colonel attitude this morning, she recognized. His face held no malice, no threat whatsoever and she almost found herself relaxing in his presence.
“Take this.” He propped her up, gave her the potion and let her drink some water. “I’ll leave a small breakfast on the table, try to sleep in anyway and drink a lot when you are awake. At lunchtime you’ll feel better. Boba promised to do his lessons alone and in record time. He hopes that you two can prepare dinner together when he catches something edible.”
“Thank you. Is Boba alright?”
“Why are you so insistent? It’s just a flu.”
“Where I come from, people DIE from introduced influenza. Foremost the elder and the very young.”
“I understand.” He wiped her forehead with a cloth. “That’s what centuries of separation can do to a population. Our vaccination program here gets regular updates about the recent variations. Trust me, Boba is safe.”
“That’s good.” She sunk back.
He turned back at her in the door frame smirking “And I am not an elder.” He blew her a mock-kiss and left.
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Chapter 11 - Never tell the whole truth in a trade.