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Jaxxon and Jade	By : Kooriv Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 9644 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Jaxxon and Jade
- 2-Foxtrain and Jade
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A sequel to "Jaxxon and Jade", although this one doesn't actually feature the big old rabbit. Instead, it's following an idea in that fic, where Mara Jade considers tracking down Jaxxon's partner-in-crime, Amaiza Foxtrain. Comments are appreciated!

FOXTRAIN and JADE

Mara Jade watched intently as the scantily-clad, white-haired woman arched her lithe body around the durasteel pole, and considered her assignment. The Jaxxon affair a month or so back -- from which Mara had had difficulty walking for several hours -- had been an abject failure, professionally. Kinman Doriana had revelled in Mara's shame the instant she reported back to the Palace, and though she had not disclosed the full story of what had happened that night, the expression on his weaselly little face was enough to turn Mara's stomach.

He had even had the nerve to try and coerce a blowjob out of her -- "damage limitation," he had called it. Bastard. Mara had been spared by the arrival of the rest of her Master's advisors, with whom Doriana was loathe to share any of the prizes so casually offered to him by their Master. Frustrated, he had wanted nothing more to do with Mara, and ordered her to track down Amaiza; the accomplice named by Jaxxon, and apparently operating here on Nar Shaddaa.

Mara had used an unmarked shuttle, registered under a fake ID to 'Arica Paltonae'. It had not been difficult to find her target, and Mara had not had to employ any less savoury tactics in the process. Nar Shaddaa was a rat's nest of pleasure dens and strip joints, and Amaiza had turned out to be a popular figure. Taking in her appearance as she twirled and flexed on the dancers' platform, Mara could appreciate why.

Amaiza's body was slim and pale; of a slightly more compact frame than Mara herself, but she clearly kept herself in trim. Her shock of white hair was tousled all over her face, with puffy pink lips and big, smoky eyes; whose pupils were feline slits, surrounded by a fan of orange-yellow. Evidently corneal lenses. The girl, probably a few years older than Mara, had been wearing a skimpy outfit in black and pink upon slithering onto the dancers' podium; she was currently left with a pair of sheer, black stockings and garters, silken pink gloves riding up to her elbows, and a pink thong that neatly bisected the globes of her firm ass. Mara had inspected her in great detail.

Mara had made a show of reservedly accepting Doriana's mission back on Imperial Center, not wanting to fuel the seedy prick's fantasies any further by letting him know of her bisexual tendencies. Mara had been involved in several intimate experiences with members of her own sex -- a red-haired banker's wife, a wild criminal's moll, and at least one prostitute, all in the line of duty -- though she had not revealed any of this to her colleagues. That would go down a little too well with the vermin that infested her Master's court.

She suspected Vader knew. Fortunately, Vader hadn't heard of her latest assignment, busy as he was with some fracas on the other side of the Anoat system. And frankly, Mara didn't care either way. She smirked. Vader couldn't exactly do much with the information, from what Mara had overheard.

Mara pulled herself back to the present. Amaiza had attracted quite a crowd: the usual lowlife gawkers, mind, nothing too classy. Rodians, a Bith, several Humans, one of which looked like a Balosar -- all male. Well, Mara thought, I've either got a good chance or none at all. She knew very little about Amaiza beyond what Jaxxon had let slip that night, and didn't even know if the girl would respond to Mara's advances; whatever form they might take. Mara hadn't exactly planned out an intricate seduction. Usually, she didn't have to.

Amaiza was currently squatting in front of a fair-haired, thin-faced male, gyrating her thong-covered hips inches from his face, while both gloved hands were wantonly fondling her considerable breasts.

There was probably a very good chance, then.

Mara stood, and adjusted her jacket. It was covering a very tight, form-fitting blue skinsuit, off the shoulder and cut high on her left thigh. The jacket, a navy-blue Corellian design of which she was particularly fond, would hide her modesty long enough for her to get close to Amaiza.

And this time, she thought as she made her way to Amaiza's platform, the information comes before I do. She scowled, memories of waking up alone in her hotel room sans both Jaxxon and the necessary information she had set out to obtain, flashing through her mind. It had been enjoyable, of course, but... business and pleasure, Mara had to remind herself.

Mara leaned on the dancers' platform, hoping to catch Amaiza's eye. Her remaining fans were too busy staring lustily up at the girl to bother with Mara. The white-haired beauty had moved on from the thin-faced man and had returned to her pole. She kicked up her left leg, stocking-clad, so her heel touched the pole, and she bent backwards, hands spread on the floor for balance. Upside-down, Amaiza winked at the crowd, her luscious tits jiggling freely. Mara offered up a sultry smirk as Amaiza's eyes flicked over her face, and the yellow slits flashed. She righted herself in one smooth movement, and rounded the pole to bend over in front of it, wiggling her ass up its metallic surface. The pole nestled in the crack of her buttocks, Amaiza let out a moan and threw out her hair, baring her neck.

The crowd cheered, but Mara strove to spiritually distance herself from the rabble, eyes locked on Amaiza, face impassively inviting. The girl circled the pole, and again caught Mara's eye. She sashayed over, the men on either side of Mara whooping and hollering as the object of their fly-by-night lust approached.

Mara remained steady as Amaiza knelt down in front of her, the girl's yellow eyes roving over Mara's face. Interesting, Mara thought. Amaiza gave a brief smile, and rolled onto her back, her head lolling over the edge of the stage. Mara looked directly down into those cat-like eyes, and Amaiza suddenly lunged upwards, catching Mara's mouth with her own.

Mara almost pulled back, out of sheer instinct, but she managed to control herself, and allowed Amaiza to play her full lips over Mara's own. The girl's mouth was warm and wet, and Mara drank her in, falling into the kiss and working her lips over Amaiza's. She felt the dancer's tongue push its way into Mara's mouth, and the redhead responded in kind, twirling her pink tongue around Amaiza's, in a passionate embrace that no doubt had the assembled men shuffling around urgently in their pockets.

Amaiza pulled away, a thin line of saliva briefly trailing between the girls' open mouths, and she raised an eyebrow. "Pretty girl," she said, and pushed herself to her feet as her audience cheered wildly.

Mara stood in the midst of the crowd, her tongue touching the tiny piece of flimsiplast Amaiza had transferred to Mara's mouth.

* * * *

Room 49. Mara twirled the flimsi in two fingers, watching from a far booth as Amaiza launched into a final routine, teasing her audience by snapping the waistband of her thong against her flesh, and letting out a girlish squeal every time. Mara was amazed it had been so easy to attract the dancer; though when her other option was a giant, green rabbit, she supposed Amaiza wasn't particularly choosy--

Mara felt a presence to her left, and turned to find a man squeezing himself into the booth. It was the thin-faced Human who had been so captivated between Amaiza's thighs. He was looking Mara up and down with hungry eyes.

"Saw you gettin' it on with the dancer," he said in a reedy, desperate voice. "Loved it; sexy! Wouldn't mind a bit of it myself!"

Mara was tempted to roll her eyes, but... the brief encounter with Amaiza had set her off, and she could feel the familiar ache spreading from her loins. She gazed right into the man's brown eyes. He flinched.

"You want a bit of the action?" Mara said, adopting a sultry tone, "Why don't me and you go someplace?"

And she stood, taking the man's unresisting hand, and led him towards the back door. She was ready for a bit of fun.

* * * *

Mara shoved the man against a garbage hauler, and grabbed the bulge in his pants with one hand. "Get them off," she growled, and the lad, disbelieving, eagerly complied, shoving his pants down into a puddle at his feet. He looked up at Mara and grinned toothily.

Mara smiled back. Then she jammed a heeled foot square in his knobbly six-incher, dropping him straight into the puddle. She shrugged.

"Well, that was fun," she muttered, and headed back inside, leaving the gaunt man locked in the foetal position out in the filthy alleyway.

* * * *

When Mara returned, Amaiza had already finished her set, replaced by a jiggling Lethan Twi'lek who was going through the motions and doing nothing for Mara at all. Amaiza had disappeared. Deciding not to waste any more time, Mara bypassed the crowds and crossed to the lift tubes and headed up to the fourth floor. Amaiza's room was tucked away at the end of the corridor; it was unlikely they would be disturbed tonight.

Mara knocked. After a moment, she heard, "Who is it?"

Mara pressed closer to the door. "Someone who thinks you could do with another kiss," she said, and stepped back.

It was only a few seconds before the door was tugged open, revealing Amaiza, standing in what could generously be called a night gown. The thing was sheer and pink, starting centimeters above the rosy nipples pointing through the thin material, and ending somewhere not far off her womanhood. She was still wearing her gloves, but nothing more than those two items. Her ice-white hair hung lank and loose over her face, from behind which peered one glinting, yellow eye. "Arica," Mara introduced.

The girl smiled broadly. "My biggest fan." She pushed the door open wider, and Mara obligingly stepped inside. The dancer's room was little more than a bed and a dressing table, with a window overlooking the neon-bathed street.

Amaiza leaned back against the door as she closed it. "Is this a social visit?" she asked in a purr. Mara turned to face her.

"Depends on how sociable you'd like me to be," she responded, and Amaiza grinned. The dancer crossed to her dresser, brushing up against Mara as she moved.

"Drink?" she asked, already pouring a thick, red liquid into a tall glass. Mara nodded, and a second glass was duly filled. "Blush wine," Amaiza explained, "from Coruscant."

Mara took a sip, having already sampled the stuff at various functions in Imperial City. Amaiza gestured to the bed, and Mara sat. The dancer perched herself on the edge of the dresser. "How does it taste?" she asked.

"It's growing on me," Mara said. "A pity I can't say the same for Nar Shaddaa."

"Ah, it's not too bad, sweetie," Amaiza said, casting a glance out of the window. "Sure, it can get rowdy, an' you just gotta avoid the Hutt sectors, but... it's a kind of home. There ain't much that's perfect."

Mara picked up her cue with an easy smile. "Maybe," she said, holding Amaiza's yellow gaze. The girl glanced away coyly. "It puts me on edge," Mara continued, "makes me feel..."

She trailed off, not wanting to overplay the 'vulnerable' card too much. Amaiza tilted her head. "Poor sweetie," she cooed, and set down her glass. "Anythin' I can do?" she asked, sliding off the dresser to sway closer to Mara.

"That depends," Mara said, and let Amaiza pluck the glass from her hand. The girl casually set it on the floor, and in one smooth movement, straddled Mara and planted herself on the redhead's lap. She entwined her fingers with Mara's, holding her hands down at their sides.

"On what?" she whispered, her lips centimeters from Mara's, her ass gently moving against Mara's leg.

Mara leaned closer, so that the girls' lips met in the most feather-light of touches. "On how sociable you want to be," she breathed, and saw Amaiza's eyes light up.

"Overwhelmingly," Amaiza managed before the sensation of pressing herself so intimately upon the redhead became too much, and she jammed her lips into Mara's, crushing her mouth against the stranger's. Mara was quick to respond, and let her hands rove over the pale beauty's body, bucking softly against Mara's frame. Mara cupped her hands over Amaiza's ass, and brushed her fingers under the elastic of her thong, feeling for a moment several strands of curled hair gently tickle her fingertips. Amaiza tore her lips free from Mara's embrace, agonizing though it was, and lifted her chin with a finger. "Easy, girl," she whispered. "There's all night to go."

But the girl's body language was evidence enough that Amaiza was responding to Mara's touch. Her hips were gyrating gently over Mara's lap, and her hands were playing through the red-gold locks that were becoming increasingly curled around Amaiza's upper body. Before the dancer could reunite their parted lips, Mara lowered her head to nuzzle between the beautiful breasts barely restrained by Amaiza's thin nightdress. She kissed the sheer material, her lips, nose and chin pressing into Amaiza's soft skin. When she clasped her lips around Amaiza's left nipple, now a straining, hardened nub under the fabric, the girl moaned throatily and bucked longingly over Mara's crotch.

Amaiza reached up and began to slip the negligee over her body, desperate to free herself from its confines. Mara drew back as Amaiza slid the pink fabric over her breasts, letting them fall free and full in front of Mara's eyes. "I thought we had all night?" Mara asked with a wicked smile, and bent to press her lips to Amaiza's uncovered belly button.

The girl shrugged off the negligee and tossed it across the bed, letting her white hair fall about her bare shoulders. "Doesn't make waiting any easier," she gasped, feeling Mara sucking upon the dainty knot of her navel, and made a grab for Mara's wrists. Mara allowed Amaiza to assert her strength over her body, toppling backwards into the bed's feathery embrace. The dancer was quick to take advantage of Mara's supine state.

The white-haired minx, straddling Mara's hips and lathering her lips with kisses, clutched her wrists and pinned the redhead's hands to the bed. Amaiza gazed down at her conquest and smiled, her kisses trailing across Mara's jawline and over her arched neck. "But I can be," Amaiza whispered between wet kisses, "very -- mwuh -- sociable to those -- umh -- who get to -- mwuh -- know me." She reached the hem of Mara's skinsuit, and paused, resting her chin on her partner's ribcage, Amaiza's hands coming down to caress Mara's sides.

"Skinsuit?" Amaiza noted, eyes sparkling. "I like. Takes a certain class of woman to get away with 'form-fitting'." At this, she sank her teeth into the hem, tugging playfully at the material, her nose scrunching against Mara's chest, her bare breasts squashed over her abdomen.

Mara sucked in a breath as she gazed down at Amaiza, nibbling on her skinsuit, her hands stroking along Mara's sides and gently brushing the curve of her breasts. She was good, but Mara was conscious she could not afford to lose herself in Amaiza's admittedly tantalizing game. She tried to focus.

"And what would your form be?" Mara asked as Amaiza ran the fingers of her left hand under the rim of the skinsuit, stroking Mara's flushing flesh.

Amaiza paused. "Which one?" she said in an off-hand manner, "I've been a smuggler," and started kissing her way along Mara's right shoulder, "a pirate, even," she continued, sucking on the skin of Mara's collarbone and giving a sultry wink, "and a dancer. But you know that bit."

Mara felt hands snake under her back to locate the zipper of her skinsuit. Her hands came up to mirror Amaiza's movements, slipping over the ice-haired woman's slender back and under her negligee. "You dance well."

Amaiza sighed in contentment at Mara's touch. She began drawing down Mara's zipper, trailing it slowly over her back, peeling away the skinsuit. "I was born into it," Amaiza murmured, nuzzling against Mara's neck, "back home. It was a way of life." The zip reached the base of Mara's spine, and Amaiza drew her hands around to place them on Mara's chest, over the curve of each breast, her thumbs idly circling.

"And what of you, Arica?" Amaiza asked, looking into Mara's vivid green eyes. "I assume you don't spend your life picking up dancers in clubs."

Hands were peeling the skinsuit from Mara's torso, drawing it over her breasts. She moaned softly as Amaiza revealed Mara's bosom to the cool air of the room, letting the skinsuit flop over her stomach. "Not all the time," Mara admitted, and gasped when Amaiza pressed her palms over her breasts, squeezing hard against the flesh. Her fingers curved, kneading the soft orbs and causing Mara's chest to rise and fall in breathless excitement.

"No?" Amaiza asked with a glittering grin. Mara returned the smile, and shifted her weight, rolling Amaiza over on her back, so that it was Mara straddling the dancer, her breasts swinging between their bodies, brushing Amaiza's own.

"Only the lucky ones," Mara replied, and dived back in to lock her lips around Amaiza's. She pressed hard, giving over to her passions, tongue swirling and dancing, hands clutching Amaiza's beautiful face, two sets of perfect breasts pressing together, hard nipples grazing and bumping. Amaiza responded in kind, and hooked one leg over Mara's waist, drawing the redhead closer. Mara reached down and clutched at the soft flesh of Amaiza's thigh, stroking down to the curve of her ass and up again, trailing the line of her calf muscle.

The two women rolled and writhed over the bed, limbs tangled and entwined, hair spilling over flushed, breathless faces as the lovers attacked each others' firm bodies with hunger. Amaiza managed to roll herself on top of Mara again, and clasped her lips over the redhead's breasts, lathering the hot flesh with saliva, licking her pink tongue over the buds of Mara's rosy nipples. Her eyes flicked up to Mara's face as the dancer nibbled on her left nipple, catching her mouth wide, releasing a prolonged moan of bliss. "How many 'ones'?"

Mara blinked, and stared down at Amaiza, to find a naughty twinkle in her yellow eye. "Such an intimate question," Mara mused, and gasped again as Amaiza grazed her fingers over her dusky nipples, lightly raking her nails across the sensitive nubs.

"For such an intimate occasion," Amaiza replied, and transferred her mouth from Mara's breasts to her stomach, trailing down towards the woman's hips with kisses and flicks of her wet tongue. She rolled down Mara's skinsuit as she traversed lower, until finally she reached the redhead's gently undulating crotch. Already a wet spot had formed in Mara's skinsuit, seeping through from her dripping snatch. Amaiza grinned and tugged down the material, finally revealing Mara's bare pussy. "But it would," Amaiza added, drawing closer to the woman's sweetness, "be rude not to answer the question of the girl who is about to make you come."

Mara shivered at the words, then almost jumped from the bed as Amaiza suddenly dived for her pussy, latching on to Mara's puffy lips and suckling on her aching flesh. Mara cried out, and Amaiza pressed harder, her lips working over her hotness, her tongue peeping out to lap at the juices trickling from Mara's centre. "Arica," came Amaiza's muffled voice as she licked at Mara's needing slit, "beautiful Arica."

Mara could barely respond, so overwhelming were the sensations coursing through her hot, trembling body. She wanted so much to lose herself in the moment -- in Amaiza's embrace, her passion and her touch -- but she had to focus. She couldn't slip. "I've had my ahhh fair share," Mara admitted.

"Women?" Amaiza asked, her tongue enroaching over the slice of Mara's mound and inside the warmth of her sweetness.

Mara arched her back as Amaiza's tongue pressed inside her. Force, she knows how to dance! "Girls," Mara gasped.

Amaiza sighed into Mara's tunnel, her tongue probing and undulating deeper, her fingers gliding over the redhead's parted thighs. "Ah, girls. Full of fire and vigour. I prefer women."

She wiggled her tongue, and Mara reached down to claw at the dancer's white hair, lacing her fingers through its sleek strands. "Nyuhh, yes! Oh, yes!" She worked her hips, gyrating against Amaiza's mouth, praying for the woman to never end her hot ministrations.

Amaiza did lift her head, but the absence of her mouth was filled instantly by two fingers, sliding long and deep inside Mara's wetness, coursing between her contracting walls. "And what of men, Arica?"

Mara moaned deep in her throat, hands still working over Amaiza's hair. "Some," she admitted. "There's one... one I love. He gives me everything." It was true. Her Master was everything to her.

Amaiza smiled sadly as Mara closed her eyes, and lapped again at the redhead's slit, her fingers slipping up to the knuckle. "I envy you for him. I've not had love, nor devotion," she said, and rolled her tongue over the nub of Mara's clit. The moaning girl cried out at the sensation, her grip tightening on Amaiza's hair. "Only lust."

"Lust uhhh is good," Mara managed. "Lust is ohh Gods so good..."

Amaiza deftly flicked at Mara's knotted bud with her tongue, her dual touch almost idly sending fireworks shooting through her body. "Oh, it is. And there's one..." she trailed off, and pursed her lips over Mara's clit, sucking upon it and almost sending Mara over the edge. The redhead was thrashing on the bed, legs quivering, her bounteous breasts jiggling as her body undulated under Amaiza's touch. The dancer smiled as she increased the pace of her fingering, plunging her digits faster into Mara, and taking her to blissful climax. The girl screamed aloud, and her hot honey gushed over Amaiza's bright face, splashing across her cheeks and dribbling onto the sheets.

Mara convulsed and bucked wildly, almost springing free from Amaiza's grip, but the dancer pressed on her trembling thighs, pinning her to the bed and watching her ride out her orgasm, mouth still latched to her glistening mound. Mara's mouth was fixed open, eyes closed, as she gradually came down from her high. She settled onto the bed, hips still jerking under Amaiza's mouth, and lazily opened her smokey eyes.

"Amazing..." she breathed, and slid her hands around Amaiza's face to cup her damp cheeks. Okay, so she had promised herself to get her information before she got off, but... considering the way Amaiza performed, Mara sincerely doubted she had finished. She smiled, and pulled her legs up, urging Amaiza to climb Mara's body. The white-haired woman complied, ascending with wet kisses to Mara's flushed flesh, until their lips met again in a tangled dance. Mara could taste herself on Amaiza's breath. That had always excited her, ever since her first time. Her eyes flared, and she rolled Amaiza onto her back.

Mara broke the kiss, hands roving over Amaiza's supine form. "Who's the one for you?" she asked, lowering herself to Amaiza's navel and plucking the nub between her lips.

"My one," Amaiza breathed in a hushed tone. "Not so much a 'the' as just a big 'a'." Mara raised an eyebrow, and knelt over her lover's body, brushing her sodden pussy over the dancer's toned stomach. "A smuggler. A pirate. A good-for-nothing scoundrel."

Mara could guess who Amaiza was talking about, especially considering the glint of half-amusement, half-annoyance creeping into her eyes. Mara rubbed herself lower, and Amaiza lifted a thigh, sliding her hot flesh under Mara's slit. Mara hooked a leg under her pale body, and pressed her pussy to Amaiza's, causing both girls to moan loudly. Their hips moved together, sliding their puffy lips against each other in passionate union. "Sounds like fun," Mara commented, grasping Amaiza's raised thigh to lift the creamy leg over her shoulder.

Amaiza hooked her leg around to absently stroke her dainty foot across Mara's shoulderblades, her mind still divided by thoughts of her scoundrel and the juice-inducing feeling of Mara's mound rolling over hers. "I uh suppose he is, sometimes. He's good -- damn good ahh -- but... he ain't enough. Lemme tell you ohh sweetie; Jaxxon's got no depth at all."

Mara smiled, still grinding herself against Amaiza. So the big rabbit had gotten inside Amaiza. Lucky boy. She grabbed Amaiza's leg again, steering it by the calf until the dancer's little, varnished toes were wiggling under Mara's nose. She wasted no time in licking her tongue along Amaiza's smooth sole, and sucking Amaiza's big toe into her mouth, lathering her tongue over it before releasing it with a pop.

"What about your man?" Amaiza asked, and Mara paused, before moving on to Amaiza's remaining toes, popping each into her hot mouth in turn.

"I would mwuh do anything for him. He -- he loves me..."

Mara let Amaiza's toe fall from her mouth, still idly gyrating into her pussy. Did her Master love her? She loved him, but...

She felt the foot squeeze into the cleft of her breasts, and Mara sighed. It didn't matter. She belonged to him -- but tonight, she belonged to Amaiza. She quickly shifted position, hoisting her legs over Amaiza's body and planting herself between the dancer's legs, her own ass hovering over the white-haired woman's upturned face. "It doesn't matter tonight," she said, and descended to feast.

Amaiza gasped loudly as Mara launched herself at her waiting pussy, and reached up to clutch the globes of the redhead's ass in her hands. She kneaded the hot cheeks, and pulled Mara's pussy down to her open mouth, capturing its wetness in her lips. The redhead was already delving deep into Amaiza's womanly folds, her tongue twisting and twirling inside her, her breasts soft and warm against her stomach. Mara found her lover's knotted nub, and sent Amaiza into a frenzy of squeals and convulsions as she lapped at it with her pink tongue.

Amaiza responded in kind, and the girls became a mass of writhing limbs and burning bodies, entwined in the throes of climax. They shouted and screamed each others' names, legs kicking and locking around bucking hips, breasts swaying and falling over rising flesh. Amaiza squirted her juices high, and Mara was sure to catch the sparkling shower on her tongue, drinking down her lover's taste even as she herself burst hotly into Amaiza's mouth.

The bodies sagged, and Mara shifted around to face Amaiza, pressed against her body, red-gold hair draped over the dancer's cheeks. Amaiza's right leg came up to stroke her calf along Mara's hip, and her hands locked around the girl's neck. "Tonight doesn't last forever," Amaiza whispered tenderly.

Mara touched her cheek to Amaiza's. For a moment, she felt desperately sad for the woman, and wished...

It didn't matter. Mara could not stay, and would not. Her Master would not allow it. "It doesn't have to," she said, and claimed the dancer's mouth in her passionate embrace. "We have time enough. Now," she added, her hands already moving over her lover's insatiable body, "just how good is this Jaxxon of yours?"

* * * *

Amaiza Foxtrain sat on the edge of the bed, her firm, naked body lit by the first slivers of dim morning light trickling between the curtains, though it was not long since the break of dawn. Mara awoke and crawled across the bed to nuzzle against her lover's back, head resting on Amaiza's slim shoulder.

"Will you be gone in the morning?" Amaiza asked with a sigh, leaning her head into Mara's hair.

"I was only passing through," Mara answered, and kissed Amaiza's shoulder tenderly, "but I'm glad I did." Amaiza had given Mara more orgasms than Mara could count, but Mara had, to her credit, given as good as she had received. She was saddened to see the sun already rising.

Amaiza smiled into Mara's soft, sweet-smelling hair. "Story of my life," she murmured. "But that's okay. Every day is new."

"Where will you go?" Mara asked, her hands slipping around Amaiza's still body to gently caress her stomach. "Back to the dance?"

"No," Amaiza said softly, then added, "Maybe. It's a hard habit to break, the attention. The way the crowd stares at you. I don't find it repulsive. They worship you, in that brief moment, and they'd do anything for the chance to dance with you." She sighed again, melting into Mara's embrace.

Amaiza was still gazing out of the window, and Mara did not feel the need to respond. She understood. After a time, Amaiza shifted, spinning around to face Mara, hooking a leg over the girl's thighs. "Mara Jade," she breathed, catching a lock of red-gold hair in her fingers.

Mara smiled down at her. It only seemed right that Amaiza should know her real name: Mara had given it as they had lain together, glowing and sated, nestled in their mutual embrace. Her life was nothing but secrecy: a false name for her targets, a false profession for her Master's unassuming courtiers; she could not even be herself around her Master, for He would see it as a sign of weakness. But she could confide in Amaiza: she was only a dancer, guilty of crimes so petty that Mara considered them beneath her. It didn't matter.

Amaiza traced her fingers down Mara's cheek. "Jade's fire," she mused, then added at Mara's quizzical look, "A plant on the world of Oron's Clove. It grows in the Mountains of Providence. It is beautiful." She kissed Mara tenderly on the lips, her touch urgent and longing. Mara responded, but parted after several moments, leaving a thin string of saliva trailing from one glistening lip to the other.

"Thank you," she breathed, and realized that she meant it. Within the hour she would reach the spaceport, and tomorrow she would be back on Imperial Centre, in the Palace of her Master. Her dalliance here would never be mentioned, and the Empire would likely not act upon the intelligence gathered. Amaiza and Jaxxon were just two in a million among the underworld of the Corporate Sector, and her Master's attention was fixed upon higher matters. They would live out their lives in squalor and anonymity, and Amaiza's passion would go to waste.

Mara Jade stood, letting Amaiza fall softly back onto the bed, and reached for her jumpsuit. She may have the fire, but she was not a flower. She was the Hand of the Emperor, and she loved her Master.

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