Comment on provenance

  1. I couldn’t resist a comment-fic. Now, I realize full well that it doesn’t make sense, but let’s put the logic aside, and pretend for a while that Kleya set up a different shop somewhere on Coruscant, in the Coruscant Underground this time, for example, under a fake name or something.
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    Kleya let out a moan when Thrawn entered her, pressing himself against her with such force as if he intended to conquer the Rebel inside her.

    Which was precisely what he had been attempting to do.

    He had come to her shop, seeking a sculpture of the Bendu she had advertised on the Holonet, knowing full well she would be the only person in the galaxy to have the gall to mock him in such a fashion.

    It was a dangerous play, but she knew that he wanted her, and while she wanted to beat him, she wanted him too.

    He might have succeeded in destroying their base at Atollon, but his victory was spoiled by the wrath of an immortal creature, which had given her an opening that wouldn’t repeat itself.

    But she wouldn’t let him conquer her. She slipped away from him and turned, her sudden movement catching him briefly by surprise, which was everything she needed. She climbed atop him, and started to ride him, resulting in a moan from the alien in turn.

    She knew that she wouldn’t be able to conquer the Imperial inside him, but damn her if she didn’t try her best.

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    1. Spicy!! Love the parallel construction.

      The sequel story WIP is set at the opera, because I can't actually help myself.

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      1. Now I have the mental image of Palpatine telling Maja Jade "Did you ever hear the tragedy of Darth Plagueis the Wise?" while there are moans and growls coming from the next opera box.

        Sorry, I'll see myself out.

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        1. Tempting but whenever I put them in a room together Thrawn and Kleya get really chatty. It was a miracle they shut up long enough in the first story. 😅😅

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