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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 9 - Life feeds on death
Jango finished mending his equipment and went to see his ARCs in the ward, distributed some supplies from the Slave I to different quarters, and then went to check his own home and pick up Boba for the instructions and shooting range. He found him sitting on a blanket they had draped over Tomoe’s legs, the notepad balanced between them on the corner of the table.
Tomoe deciphered slowly, “Three Twileks prepare a great celebration. They also brew caf. For that, they got 3 machines: a small one, which brews 12 cups per run, a medium sized for 16 cups and a large for 20 cups. How many cups of caf can the Twileks prepare in 5 runs?”
“More than anybody is going to drink anyway.” Boba retorted. “Dad, can we do something else now? I already figured the shopping list and change, the candy boxes and the installment sale. Plus we went over half of the species. Now you know what a Twilek is, don’t you, Tomoe?”
Tomoe felt her hackles rise. “I do.”
“Good. Solve the last one, then we can go.” Jango vanished in the bathroom.
Boba pouted “But that’s difficult.”
“Oh, c’mon, where’s the problem? 12, 16 and 20 cups, 5 runs.” She tried to motivate him.
“You can’t prepare caf in advance like that. It’s going to taste like poodoo. It’s unlikely that all machines take the same time per run. Then there are different cup sizes, refill, spillage, fluctuation of guests...”
“Ahh... I think now you are looking for complexities. Just pull out the numbers and calculate how many cups the storage container needs to hold. ”
“28 plus 20 makes 48 cups, multiplied with 5... 240 cups. You type.” Boba grinned as Tomoe typed hunt-and-peck-style. “Yay, completed.” He pushed the notepad on the table and climbed off the bench to find his boots. She sunk back slowly to keep the bump on the back of her head safe, stared at her cuffed hand and willed her numb fingers to move at least a little.
Jango placed one finger under her chin and gently turned her face so that her eyes met his. The corners of his mouth curved slowly into a satisfied smile. “Well done,” he unlocked her wrist from the loop in the wall, hooked the cuffs to his utility belt and placed a food container on the table, “Rest now. Eat more when you wake. You need to put some meat on those bones.”

Tomoe rubbed her wrist, felt the painful itch of the circulation returning and watched Fett leave with Boba on his heels. She swung her bare feet off the bench and stared at the droplets that spread over the polished black surface of the table. It felt cool on her palm when she smoothed over it. At least some feeling had returned into her right hand. Her writing formed a rectangle with open bottom: “Recover strength - Find a place ...for Boba” She marked the two top quadrants inside “Create a Weapon” and closed the rectangle with the base line: “Kill Jango Fett”
Tomoe slipped out of the corner seat, went into the bathroom and washed her hands. She regarded the strange person that was staring back at her from the mirror while she cleaned out remnants of Jango’s skin from under her short round nails. With her decision made, there was no point in neglecting herself. She stripped, put her folded clothing on the cabinet, braided-up her hair and entered the shower. In some places, streaks bacta peeled off easily, revealing pale, unblemished skin. She left the other marks alone and concentrated on washing herself inside and outside. She quit rubbing herself raw when the soap seeped through the bandages and bit into her wrists. ‘Hard to accomplish real purification with weakened hands.’ She squished as much of the soapy fluid from the bandages as possible, dressed and went back into the main room.
After embedding the character on the black table into her mind another time, she wiped the surface clean and shiny. From there she went into a close examination of every unlocked room and corner, testing the unknown territory and materials, monitoring the flow of air and warmth. The shades were relatively sharp edged, but too floppy. She didn’t trust the filament, either. After all, any damage would become visible immediately. Like the notepad, she postponed taking it apart. It was raining outside. Thick water drops splattered on the structures outside, marking the outlines white against the grey sky.
The translucent material and the frame of the window were both solid, constructed to keep out much harder weather. The main door was supported by the wall on three sides, but it’s composition from two materials was probably a weak spot. Standing in the centre of the apartment, she picked up the food container and washed down about half the contents with warm water. The problem wasn’t the door but what came through it. Once she settled that matter, she could cut her access authorization from the corpse.
Exhausted, she gathered the blanket from the bench and curled up in the easy chair to sleep as far away from any eye-bolts as possible.

After a successful afternoon in the shooting range and the dinner in the mess hall, Jango kept Boba behind him when he entered silently and checked the room for manipulations. He spotted a bare foot and the corner of a coverlet hanging over the arm-rest of the high-backed easy chair. “Shh... She’s doing better.” He motioned his son to get ready for bed and staked his armor and blasters in the store.
Once Boba was tucked in, his father continued his series of bedtime stories of the Mandalorian Wars by featuring the Conquest of Cathar by Mandalore the Ultimate and Cassus Fett as a punishment for their participation in the Great Sith War against the Mandalorian people. By the time the Cathar race packed the last able-bodied survivors into what few ships remained and sending them off into the void, Boba was fast asleep.

Jango smiled, stuffed the blanket around his boy and went to the bathroom for his own nightly hygiene. Freshly shaved, a towel wrapped tightly around his hips, he re-emerged and relocated Tomoe into the master bedroom. She didn’t wake when he lowered her in the middle of his cot carefully and spooned up to her. His hand slipped under the loose fitting tunic to explore the warm, tender skin of her stomach, sliding up from her navel to her rips then gently cupped a breast. He pulled her closer and nuzzled the joint of her neck and shoulder, seeking the comfort of her alluring perfume of grass, pine and wooden incense that enfolded her feminine scent. A pity... it seemed to have dissolved in the clinical atmosphere of Kamino - but recovering some of her very own aroma would be most enjoyable. From the tremor that ran over her skin, he knew he was in for a tussle and smiled in anticipation.
Tomoe shrunk into a ball even before her eyes flew open, tried in vain to jerk the invasive hand away through the fabric of the shirt and elbow her way out of the hold around her chest. She could have tried to push down the opposite wall as well. Coming around from a suffocating nightmare into the middle of a fight she twisted on her back to gain clearance for her free fist and knees.
‘Amateur.’ Jango used the brief straightening to push a knee through her defenses and sat astride the lithe body. He settled his crushing weight on her hip and pressed his palm on her sternum. “Udesii” he intoned in a low, velvety growl and ran his hand up the centre line between her breasts, feeling her rapid heartbeat fluttering under his palm like a little bird. He made no move to hide his eager body from her, but luxuriated in the shift of her hips under his crotch as he worked to pin her. Her muscles tightened into a hard plane which resisted his weight pressing into her. ‘Amazing,’ he wiggled, back and forth on the perspiring skin, testing her strength.
She could smell the scent of him on her, his maleness, the faint scent of his after-shave, feel the sweaty heat of him on her. Without true recognition, her gaze flew over the muscle-bound physique of the human male that drove her into the mattress. She avoided his grasp for her right arm by instinct, lengthened the momentum and arched with all her might, punching the knuckles of her left into a spot over the elbow that was pressing on her chest.
He felt her lift his superior weight, balanced the shove that threatened to unseat him then slid up to grind his weight into her stomach harshly. A huff of air was driven from her lungs and a knee slapped against his back weakly, then the power surged back into her core and pushed him back out. He finally caught that evasive arm of hers and wondered where she took her breath from. It felt like riding a Basilisk. Ignoring the pain in his elbow, he extended his large hand over the softness of her breast, then squeezed hard and twisted the nipple in vicious revenge.
She cringed in pain, his crushing weight sinking into her stomach. His thighs constricted around her ribs, forcing the last of her physical reserves from her, but not before she remembered where she was. ‘What am I doing, showing off abilities in a fight without the chance for real progress?’ - “Udesii, relax” he said again, the soft rumbling in his chest ending in a hiss. He reached over to put restrains on his catch and abort further attempts to overthrow him that could force him to deal out real damage.
“Please... don’t ” she begged and placed her palm lightly on the fist that forced her right arm up over her head. “... hurt my wrists – here, Master Fett?” she offered, placing her free hand on the one he had captured. ‘Abandon your limits...’ she thought, ‘he cannot do a lot more than he has already done... out of armor is the target-state anyway.’
Fett arched a brow at her placating move but pulled her arms taut above her head, feeling her breast strain against his palm “There. I make it easy for you”, ‘...and for me’, he added inwardly. He let go and ran a hand down her arm, massaging her muscles briefly beneath him. “Feel me.” His strong ass slid down onto her soft stomach, allowing her sore ribs to expand and contract between his thighs. He moved both palms under the tunic and pushed it up to further entangle the hands that rested faithfully on the mattress. There seemed to be no more fight left in her indeed, but her body took a while to stop the uncontrolled shivering.
Looming over her, he ran his hands over her temples and brushed his thumb over her lips while he cupped her jaw. Uncomfortable prickles rose all over her skin invading her personal comfort zone. “Now I return to you the pleasure you tried to deny me this morning...” His fingertips ran over her throat and along her collarbones and sides, then returned along the curve of her ribs to cup first one breast, then the other, rolling her nipples between his fingers and squeezed. They stiffened nicely under his hands. “I’m going to learn your body,” his face lowered on the quivering plane of her belly, while his large hands framed her slim waist. He inhaled and dipped his tongue into her belly button, feeling her flinch in his grasp.
His dark eyes bore into hers while he slid further, taking her pants down to her narrow feet in turn. “And there.” He took firm hold on her ankles and pushed them apart. “Move to avoid me and I’ll restrain you all night.” She was staring right back at him with clenched jaws but froze in spread-eagle-position. “Co-operate with me and this can be a very pleasant experience.” He massaged her instep and arch soothingly while his lips accurately mapped the territory on the inside of her knees and thighs, saving the centre for last. He listened to her breath as it changed into a more ragged tempo as her arousal took over.
He held her thighs apart with his hands before using both thumbs to stretch her feminine folds wide and vulnerable to his hot breath, then licked her soft slit and sucked on each delicate fold before moving on to press his marauding tongue into her core, enjoying the taste of her intoxicating, sweet juices for dessert. His tongue slid back up her folds to her clit, strumming it with fast flicks interspersed with hard sucks until he heard a stifled moan, her thighs twitching against his palms.
He rose to harvest the results of his manipulation. Her eyes were closed; her sweat gleaming chest and stomach were rising and falling rapidly. The defensiveness had evaporated, but he didn’t like the absent-mindedness that replaced it. He slapped her face lightly. “Look at me.” He tossed the towel aside and climbed on her belly again, uncovering his fierce hard-on as he towered over her. “Did I give you permission to move?”
“It happened in co-operation with your efforts.” Her misty eyes cleared slowly. “I hope I did not make you uncomfortable, Master Fett.”
The irony was not lost on him. “Quite the contrary.” A chuckle resonated deep within his throat as he flipped her onto her stomach, withdrew over her buttocks and slid her forward just enough to pull up her hips to his comfort zone. He adjusted his knees inside hers, opening her thighs for his invasion. Snatching a pillow and stuffing it under her hips, he centered his erection and eased slowly but relentlessly inside her. His agile digits mapped each separate vertebra under the kyr'bes, meandering upwards over her shoulders. “Ibac'ner,” he hissed, feeling her twitch around him in aftermath. ‘Mine.’
‘He’s just a damn human male. Flesh and blood like any other.” She told herself, trying to ignore her physical reaction as well as the body that felt like steel inside her but like velvet on her back. “He can do no harm this way without hurting himself. This body is well adapted for it. Piece of cake. He won’t last long.”
His short nails raked lightly the sides of her ribcage down to her heart-shaped buttocks, and then he took a hold on the firm muscles on her hips, pulling her back and impaling her upon him deeply. He held her down by the nape of her neck with the other hand as he ground himself into her, overriding her tries to adjust to his powerful onslaught. He would have it his way, driving himself higher and higher until finally he lost it with deep groan of pleasure.
He held onto her while he reached for the blanket, covering them both as he dislodged himself and tucked her boneless form against his solid chest. He realized that she was sobbing silently, so he brushed her tousled hair from her cheek entangling his fingers. “I will take good care of you,” he promised, feeling incredibly relaxed and sated, his mind drifting ‘...not again!’ Slightly alarmed by his lack of caution, he reached over to the nightstand to fetch the binders.
His breath felt hot on the nape of her neck as he took a hold on her arm “How do I deserve this?” she asked.
“It’s just to keep you out of mischief,” he nimbly secured the manacles around her wrists and laid back down.
“I need to visit the bathroom,” she complained meekly.
“Inquire again in half an hour.” He settled an arm around her slumping shoulders, filled his hand with warm, supple female flesh and fell asleep nearly instantly.
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