Korriban was... Korriban was... Hmm, hard to describe he supposed. His eyes wandered backwards and forwards, following the small trails of a tiny insect which danced about the ceiling of the room and causing the dim light to flicker against his eyes as the rays were blocked and then released to the rest of the air. Korriban was boring. And empty. All he knew, but regardless, he wasn't particularly excited at the concept of being here still. Even a Temple filled with dark-side Force users was hardly an interest to him. It was dull after so many years, with nothing to do except pick fights or manipulate. He could train, true, but he didn't take much from the lessons. Didn't find it exciting or stimulating. Reality was more productive than fantasy. He'd learnt more from killing Sith than from beating up droids anyway.

Flipping his saber's hilt into the air, it spiralled out of his vision, backflipping before landing in his palm flat. Again and again, each one wasting a few more seconds. And then once he'd wasted enough seconds, he'd have wasted hours, and then the hours would become days, weeks, months. Wasted time and wasted potential on the dusky dunes of the sandy hell hole. Not that it was all bad, but he was alone and in some ideal situation he was looking forward to getting into a crowd and causing some mayhem. Kill a few people, let the rest go, spread some terror, evade the authorities. Maybe get a few public figures killed or maimed, infiltrate some government complex and do some collateral damage.

He was not on amongst the crowds, though. He was on Korriban. Then, that didn't mean he wouldn't be able to do anything at all. He could certainly imagine at least one thing he wouldn't mind infiltrating and causing some collateral with. The rhythmic motion of flipping the hilt ceased, his fist grasped around the weapon firmly. No... she would certainly be a fun mission into enemy territory. With her psychotic, sexually-charged nature which belied her toned, attractive body and habit of fitting desirably into her robes as though she wore something different to everyone else in the same uniform. Unnatural and unreserved, totally unrestrained and so deliciously unobtainable. Maybe it was unhealthy for him to see his mistress as being a sexual object for him to lust over, but there was little in his life that was actually healthy for him anyway.

Slowly contracting his muscles, the man came from his laid down posture to becoming sat up, one leg remaining stretched out and the other sliding up to bend. His head rested against the top of his thigh, tongue tracing the top lip for a few seconds before sighing with a small laugh and a smirk. Something to do on Korriban as long as there was someone to do, and he'd not run out of inspiration to continue pursuing his goal any time soon. He figured that he could bet on it. Forcing himself to his feet, he looked out towards the window, a dim horizon bared to him. Night soon. Or day, it didn't matter. He had time. All the time he would need, he expected, to get at least a few inches into her. If he got bored, perhaps he'd to all the way through.

Violet could hardly contain her... excitement she supposed. Some might call it mania, but Violet preferred to call herself excited. Or maybe... giddy. Whatever she was, she was finally getting off Korriban. It was going to be different for a while... perhaps that was what led to her giddyness... change always did... encourage Violet to lash out in odd ways.

Rounding the corner on her way to Naiad's hovel (she refused to call the hole he lived in a room) she felt a manic... no giddy smile cross her face.

"Stop masturbating and get dressed apprentice... we leave in 10 minutes."

No knock, nothing to warn him of her arrival unless he'd been paying attention to the ebb and flow of the Force around the temple. Violet knew better. Naiad wasn't one to indulge in shame. Had she found him naked it would not have shocked her. Neither did finding him standing nearly naked in front of the window. Shoes were an odd choice, but then Violet knew her apprentice was an odd man.

Settling back against the door, she looked at him with an eyebrow raised. She would be leaving in enough time to get to her ship with or without her apprentice. If she had to leave without him he would be regretting it very much.

"Move it Naiad. Or maybe 'drop your cock, grab your socks' would appeal more to your particular sense of disgusting?"

His smile plastered across his face, almost from grin to grin, head rolling slowly from the centre of his chest to the left shoulder. Finally his eyes flicked open, cast in shadow as he turned away from the light of the outdoors. He flashed her the grin, quirking the eyebrows up cheekily. "Well, now you're here I won't have to masturbate any more." he retaliated, rolling his shoulders and allowing his head to wander backwards between the shoulder blades. No privacy. Not that he cared, but usually people talked from the doorway rather than wandering directly into the room. Again, not that he cared. He could have killed her if he'd had the motive. He certainly had the opportunity, if his lightsaber wasn't resting on the desk in the corner. He could kill her with his hands, he supposed... it was at least a novel idea.

He paused in thought.

He could satisfy his desire for her body, if nothing else. Not like she'd resist, whether through her choice or her ability to resist him. Turning slowly, he angled his gaze up to look at her. Going in 10? Well, that was a new one. Usually he was stuck trying to find her wherever she ended up in the temple. Maybe the courtyard, maybe out in the desert. Excursions across the planet weren't really appealing, nor unusual for him. "We going to go on a trek? Been a while since I scratched my arse more than two miles from this place." His eyes wandered lazily to the clothing piled messily against the bed. Baggy pants and a shirt, a robe he had no intention of wearing, and his saber which he grabbed last.

He remained eye contact with her as he dressed, resting against the walls and desk for support as he got dressed. "Your obsession with my cock is a little unsettling. I'd offer to let you have a go, but I doubt you'd want to let it go." He'd seen her desk, and her jar, and didn't intend to give her a matching, albeit larger, twin set to go on the other end. Pulling the shirt over his head, he pulled the hilt to his palm through the Force, rocking his head from side to side to crack the tightness out of it. "Once you pop, you just can't stop." he teased, flashing his eyes at her and indicating he was ready. "So where are we going on this adventure? Your room? If we're quick we can get the boring part over and get straight to the sleeping."

"Oh... will your cleverness never end... I'm just blushing in embarrassment."

She could roll her eyes or she could shoot the little burst of frustration from her fingers that scorched the floor right by his feet.

"7 minutes wise ass and I doubt you're any bigger than the bits on my desk. You're head certainly isn't any larger..."

Pushing away from the door she took the few steps towards him with a sultry sway in her hips. Her tongue brushed over her lips as she reached for him, her hand slipping by his sides and brushing up his back, the other hand reaching down past the trousers he was pulling on. The hand on his back pressed on, landing on the desk behind him as she pressed against him, her hand wrapping around something rather... interested in her.

"Besides Naiad... my interest in your cock..." A timely squeeze emphasized her words, "Is purely platonic."

Leaning forward a bit more, she pressed her lips up by his ear, nipping it lightly with her teeth. "You have five minutes till I leave. You have two till I take something off you."

Her hand tapped the desk behind him, the metal of her lightsaber making an obvious sound. Squeezing again she nipped his ear painfully and pulled away with a vicious giggle.

"One minute."

Stepping away, she moved backwards towards the door and watched as he finished getting ready. When her internal clock was through ticking down she turned without another word and moved out the door. He was dressed therefore he was ready. Now he had three minutes to get to the bay. The door snapped open with a hiss and Violet prepared to step through it.

His eyes lit up, smile flaring at the side of his cheek as her annoyance induced with a spark against the ground. Someone wasn't in a good mood. Either that, or he was getting better at pushing her buttons. Hopefully both, because that way he might actually get a rather interesting day out of this. Not that days with her weren't interesting, that was, but there was a certain addiction to giving her a hard time when she was already in a bad mood, kind of like pouring alcohol on a raging fire. "I don't think the thing on your desk bloated with water can be compared fairly. Especially seeing as it shrinks when you're around." He could have pointed out that the one on her desk was likely suffering the same withdrawals.

Pausing halfway through his dressing ritual, he remained motionless as her hands moved against him. He was used to this. Women with their hands on him. Usually trying to push him off, but grasping around his various extremities nonetheless. Wincing slightly at the squeeze, he tilted himself slightly as her lips came to brush against his skin. "You say platonic... I say, well... liar." He shrugged, the smile lingering as he continued dressing himself against her menial countdown which seemed to be far too lenient for a guy to pull on two pieces of clothing and pick up a small rod.

Ready at her side, the woman already heading out of the door, his hand wandered idly down his side before cupping her rear rather firmly. "Eye for an eye." he muttered in a low growl beneath his breath, allowing her walk to steer them, but remaining behind her in order to find out where she was leading them. "Wouldn't want to get lost, would I? Need to stay close." He gave another thick squeeze, ensuring he'd get back at her just as much as she'd decided to try to torment him with. The fingers maintained latched around her, the digits sending his own little spark from his hand into her with a repressed laugh as the electricity flowed through him and into her.

"So where are we off to? Your own little private getaway, complete with maimed corpses, floating genitals and the screams of dying children?"

The clasp of his hand on her ass was no more a surprise than her hand on his 'saber' had been for him. She ignored him completely as she continued to walk quickly to the hanger. Though she would be a liar if she didn't admit that his growl had her heart rushing slightly, or said that his growl didn't make her eyelids flutter or drive a particularly vicious move of the Force towards him. She knew his games just as well as he THOUGHT he knew hers.

Granted, the shock in her ass that caused her to slip was mildly well... shocking... but nothing she couldn't handle. As her feet regained their proper alignment beneath her, Violet took the nice, loving strokes of the Force she'd been giving him as he groped her and squeezed... Hard. There was a popping sound as she suddenly released with the Force and popped his knee. Whether he fell or not, Violet couldnt' give a shit.

"I'm sorry Naiad. You're right, I lied. It's far from platonic... but I can't kill you now can I... yet anyway... for the same mysterious reason you're with me I'm not allowed to remove you."

She never stopped moving and as she approached the hanger, with or without her apprentice in tow, she clicked a small locking device, smiling as the hatch opened showing a nice shiny, sleek, black interior.

"oooooooo Sexy..."

He tilted his head back slightly, laughing to himself as he proved the dominance he held over her at that moment with another squeeze of the firm flesh between his fingers. He maintained the tight hold, though, as she pressed around him with the Force, the eyes peering into the corner to look her over. Two could play at that, he figured, but he certainly didn't need to rush things. Not when he had all the time available to him to get his way with her, and whatever it was he wasn't going to be able to get, he could take. He would take. Certainly, she had nearly fallen over, but in either case they were equal at the moment, and that meant that if she responded to it, he got his own opportunity of retaliation whilst still being able to fairly blame her at the same time.

She squeezed hard in retribution, though, and immediately he could feel a heavy pain in his skin as she restricted blood flow and kicked out the support in his knee. Why always there? Why was it that he could do a full-body grope and she'd just focus on the one small area. His leg collapsed, hand supporting his weight against the floor as she continued walking, though he remained there for a few seconds as his knee ceased its annoying twinge, or whatever she'd done, and forced himself to his feet with a rather shaky stance as his movement developed from a slow walk into a faster pace to catch back up with her. The bitch.

Stepping into the ship behind her, he pulled himself round the corner to where she was looking around. His breathing was laboured, though it was certainly not something to attribute to exhaustion or exerting effort. She wasn't exactly in his good books after that stunt, and if she were some weak and helpless, average woman, he'd have quite a bit of fun with her before getting bored, and disposing of her in some rather interesting fashion. His movements were quick, arms snatching for wrists, bringing them up behind her back in a locking, hindering motion which continued forwards to press her against the flat of a wall.

Squeezing her wrist, his head buried over her shoulder, he forced his body against her, pressing her harder against the immovable object, with the object which held her interest seeming rather excited at her slight, probably unintentional, moves against him. The grinding was rather interesting, though he was certainly facilitating it a little. "See, I could kill you here and now. No one would even know to come and save your pretty little ass. Not that there would be much left of it. Maybe I should take you and see how much you like it." His body thrust against hers forcefully, squeezing her wrists again. "I bet you like it rough." Releasing her for the most part, he pulled her backwards, allowing her to fall, or stumble, or whatever. He was laughing now, and not in the mood for what she might want to say. He was more interested in exploring the rest of wherever the heck they were.

That he assumed her guard was down was always so amusing. Here she was, forewarned of his... insanity, and well aware of his lack of control. As he grabbed her wrists and shoved her into the hull of the ship, she gave him what he wanted. She let her body move against his, allowed her sounds of enjoyment and approval to heighten his...awareness.

He squeezed her wrists and she laughed internally. Sure she liked it rough, who didn't... other than pansy asses like Jedi... and Violet was pretty sure there were a few of them that liked it rough as well. No mamby pamby sweet 'I love you' sex for most of them. She was enjoying it, but it didn't mean she lacked awareness. Letting him pull her backwards, she twisted to face him, swinging a leg up and catching him in the face with her foot. Watching him drop to the floor, Violet walked over and stood over him, crouching down and pointing the hilt of her lightsaber at his throat.

"Always rough... but Naiad... you have to remember to ask the lady before you try to take what she may not want to give you."

Lowering herself over him, she reached back and pulled her hair free so it fell over their faces in a curtain. Leaning down lower, she grabbed his lower lip between her teeth as she rolled her hips into his. Tugging lightly she released his lip.

"You didn't ask... I never said yes..."

In Violet's world one good turn was worth another, leaning back down, she grabbed his lip in her teeth again and rolled her hips into his. Charging her body like a lightning rod, she put out a nice electrical charge all over his body. Biting his lip rather hard she pulled away and stood up again, pulling her hair back up onto her head.

"No. Get strapped in, we're leaving."

Before he'd had much chance to do anything except walk backwards a little, her foot came up across his face, striking across the side and sending him into the wall, and then rebounding into the floor. Hitting it, the sense of shock or surprise vague and fading fast, he allowed himself to continue the momentum and roll to his back for her. Her lithe form came to rest atop him, heels entering his vision as his head remained on its side, and his hand wandered along the cold floor to stroke a finger slowly up and down against the skin of her legs. The lady? Not necessarily, and though he'd recognise it where appropriate, he rarely saw that and was more prone to putting a bitch in her place.

His head turned towards her as she lowered herself towards him, her lips seizing his and latching onto them with her teeth, pulling backwards and stretching it, though refusing to allow it to budge from her grip. Finally allowing it to fall backwards, her hips were grinding against his, which remained relatively still, refusing to indulge when she attempted her own display, and her hair swayed slightly from side to side with the motion of her body. Nothing he could do about the bulge between them, or rather, nothing he was going to do right now. He'd sooner torture her and make her be the one that wanted him. As much as he wanted things, he always had hands and other impressionable young Sith to sate his urges.

"You didn't say no." he pointed out, remaining motionless as she repeated herself with the body grinding against him, and the pulling of his lip with her teeth. When she had managed to thrust a charge of electricity through him, though, his body had unintentionally twitched at almost every point. She was inspirational, and fun, but it wasn't much more than a tickle and a tease. Not the thousands of volts he usually pulsed out from his hands, but enough to cause his muscles to spasm and contract. She was off within the next few seconds, beginning to wander away, and the arm that had trailed her leg quickly stretched to smack her on the rear as she moved. He remained lay down, though, rather relaxed at the moment.

"Why? We going somewhere?"

A booted foot came down smack in the center of his chest as Violet stood over her insolent apprentice. Resisting, for the moment, the urge to grind her heel into his skin, she looked down at him.

"I said get strapped in not lay around like a lazy ass."

Using him as a step stone, she stood for a split second on his chest, dug the sharp, thin heel into his chest, and stepped back onto the floor headed towards the cockpit. She wanted to get off the ground, Naiad's obnoxious behavior was keeping her from getting a long sought after vacation on a beautiful green and watery planet. Bastard needed to keep his hands to himself.

Exhaling sharply with a winded oomph as her heel collided with his chest, his eyes closed quickly before peering through the pain at her overbearing face. The flood of pain connected with brain, spreading throughout the rest of his chest, though he expected she hadn't managed to break skin. A shame, as he could offer her the same if that was the case, but he was not worried. "You also said we're leaving. Where to?" he protested, twisting his head to watch her. She didn't answer though, stepping across him with another compressing against his chest, and over towards another dark corner out of his sight. Recovering from the grimace as she applied pressure with her foot over the already-bruised skin, he closed his eyes briefly before forcing himself to sit, and then to stand.

Following after her through the metallic echo, he pulled himself into the seat near to where she had buckled herself in. A ship? Well, he certainly had wanted to get off the planet, though he expected they'd end up just going to another place on Korriban if anything, or to the space fleet if he was lucky. He wasn't holding out much hope for them to get somewhere interesting. But then, if they did end up in hyperspace there would be several wonderful hours where they were out of communication with the rest of the Sith, and so deliciously alone. It would be unfortunate if something happened to her during that period and they weren't heard from for several days.

Very unfortunate.

His presence slithered through the ship like a snake creeping behind her. Violet loved it. It kept her alert and ready, it was a reminder that at any moment he could strike and she had to be prepared to sever the head from the body. That thought caused a scary smile to hit her lips and as she worked through the pre-flight checks and waited for him to get into his seat, she pondered all the delicious ways in which his 'head' could be severed from his 'body'.

Her instructions had been cryptic but obeyable. She was to take her apprentice, board this ship and initiate the pre-flight checks. Once those were completed, the co-ordinates would be uploaded to the navi-comp and they would take off. The ship was entirely automated leaving her free to keep all her senses on the pain in the ass next to her.

His breathing seemed pained and her smiled settled into a pleased smirk as she finished the final check and relaxed back into her seat. Within moments the navi-comp flashed and the ship began the take-off process. Violet glanced over, running the numbers through her mind.

"Evidently we're going to Carida. Hopefully we'll be told why before we arrive."

The ship lifted off and into the atmosphere, pausing a moment before leaping with a jolt into hyperspace. Once her stomach settled, Violet unstrapped herself and rose to her feet. Naiad was less important than making something to settle her stomach and so she passed by him without a word and headed into the small galley. Tea sounded good, as did some crackers.

His legs kicked up in a relaxed posture, resting against the computer console against the nearby wall as Apostate manipulated the control panel at the other side of the room. His fingers rapped across the back of his chair against the headrest, eyes darting from shadowy corner to shadowy corner, only dimly lit by the bloody red and chilling blue of the lights. Peering across towards her after a few seconds, he focused somewhat intently on the back of her head as she took their ship up slowly, rising through the atmosphere quickly and entering space to the sounds of the engines and ship systems running, and the vibrations from the defiance of gravity.

He was excited, though he'd not let on if he could help it at all. He didn't need to give her any power she didn't have already, and he was sure she'd acquire quite enough off her own back. "Carida? Sounds pretty far off." He coughed as she passed, trying to imagine what the destination planet was going to be like. Nothing specific came to mind, but part of him was looking towards the prospect of a mission, and he wondered whether he'd get to partake in some delightful hell-raising and mass-destruction. His eyes continued looking forwards after she'd passed him on her way to the pantry. Ceasing the tapping, he turned to the side and watched her disappear into the small room.

"If you're not too busy, get me a sandwich." he called after her, resting back into his seat and allowing his eyes to close. Sleep, maybe, assuming Apostate was going to be as boring as was usually the case.

Naiad's words were beneath her notice as she passed him and pulling a kettle from a cupboard, she smacked it into the small counter top as his second sentence worked its way to her. So... he wanted a sandwich did he? Well then, she'd be sure he got a sandwich.

The galley wasn't overly stocked, but Violet found some crackers, spicy nut ones, a loaf of bread, some pickled magenta onions, two slices of raw tailring bacon, and lots and lots of Hutt-lard butter. Assembling the sandwich and all its oh so delicious components, Violet took the spicy crackers and crumbled them up over the interior of the sandwich.

The water for her tea was through boiling and as she poured it into her cup, the computer dinged announcing the arrival of some new information. Lifting the sandwich with the Force, she made her way back to the cockpit to access the new information. As she sat in her seat, she took a sip of her tea and pushed the green button approving the transmition.

"It looks as though we are expected to make contact with whoever is living there, double check on the status of the Sith government...evidently there is some surprising corruption occuring. The ruling family made need...replacing... and we are to check out the possibility of creating a working military installation on the planet."

His sandwich hovered right in front of his face as she waited for his eyes to open, preparing to shove the spicy meal right into his eyes.

She returned after plenty of time in the other room, returning to his side wordlessly with the aroma of spice lingering in the air. If she'd actually decided to make him a sandwich, he'd not hesitate to make good use of the ability to gain more sandwiches from her in the future. "Well that certainly sounds like plenty to do. I'll kill civilians and provide a distraction, you handle all the legal and Sith paperwork and nonsense and get the rest of the things done regarding the ruling party. If you need me, I'll probably be easy to find." He had no intention of spending his first time away from Korriban running around doing menial jobs and playing by the rules. He was bored of implicit social contracts and the whole notion of being polite and not just stabbing at will.

Offering his palm to receive the sandwich, he smirked and raised his eyebrows, expecting her to place the meal in his hands and move on. She wasn't there, though, continuing past him and into her chair, the sound of her heels disappearing to the other side of the room. The smell lingered, though, and he found that strange. She certainly wasn't the type to have a spicy meal - hot and cold didn't tend to go well together, and yet the smell was as strong as before, if not increasing. Opening his eye warily, he saw the sandwich hovering there in mid air, quite clearly filled with more than should be in a normal sandwich.

"What is this, exactly?" he asked the crazy bitch in front, his hand reaching towards the floating meal.

He had to open his mouth and ruin her beautiful silence. He THOUGHT he would be running off and wreaking havoc all about the planet, but if Violet had to put a shock collar and a leash on him to keep him under control she would. Absolutely and without any hesitation.

She might do it anyway.

The sandwich hung, nearly forgotten in the space near his face and it was only as he opened both his eyes and mouth that Violet remembered it.

Using the Force to shove the raw and incredibly spicy sandwich down his throat, she kept her face free of emotion as she watched to what his reaction would be. She doubted he would be able to keep from choking, but if he did she would certainly be impressed. It was more likely she'd get an entertaining show of him flopping around the deck like a dying fish before passing out. That would give her the opportunity to snap a shock collar around his neck at any rate.

"Naiad... blue, red or purple?" She didn't really know why she'd asked the sandwich stuffed annoyance, but he might have a leash and collar preference...

She was quiet, and evidently thinking of something, and when she was quiet he wasn't sure he wanted to know what she was plotting. Usually it meant something bad, and when that was the case while he was around, he was usually the intended target. He didn't have the chance to challenge her on it, though, the sandwich which had been placidly hovering in front of him immediately flinging itself towards his mouth, burning the back of his throat and choking him as he spluttered the thick chunks out. He didn't hear her question, but knew she had been planning that for quiet some time, and he was rather pissed right now about what she'd decided to do. Not even in the slightest amusing, just annoying and damn irritating. Bitch.

Rolling from his seat, he pummelled his fist against the ground, forcing the last scratching shards of sandwich out from his throat, voicebox and windpipe stinging from the rough assault on his body. Another slam as his hand collided with the ground once more, reverberations singing across the room, and loose dirt and metal shards bouncing from the impact. A third slam, but the arm was immobile for it, and instead the panels of the consoles rattled and warped slightly, his eyes finally coming to rest on her with blooded red flooding them. The choking sense of asphyxiation slowly began to pass, but the vengeance continued to multiply.

Throwing his arm out in her direction, he wrapped a tight Force Grip around her neck, squeezing his hand tightly into a grip and raising the arm to draw her from the ground. From his crouched position he was in no way ready to make any other attack on her at the moment, but his throat was directly responsible for the brooding desire to cause some serious bodily harm. Maybe break a rib or something, but definitely to give her a taste of her own psychotic medicine. Spitting furiously against the ground, he cleared his throat, much to the chagrin of the aching flesh there. "How about I kill you and fuck you? In whatever order? Is that what you're going for?"

Oh his dramatics were just amusing and Violet quickly fell into a violent set of giggles as he thrashed about angrily on the floor. They were soon cut off, however, as Naiad choked her with the Force. The strangled sound that escaped her throat was hardly attractive and that, combined with the irritation she felt fuelled her ire. Guiding the Force as she choked, she used it to expand her windpipe and breath again.

Throwing her arm out in a punch, she shot the Force off her fist and towards his side, bracing herself to fall the few inches back to the floor when it made impact with his ribs. Kicking off the chair, she pulled her body into a ball and turned in the air, opening up as she landed, crouched over him in the small ship space.

"I'd kill you before you got anywhere. There is a reason..." Her voice cut off as she choked slightly and coughed. Bastard had strangled her quite well. She'd be coughing for days. "There is a reason you are the apprentice Naiad."

Her hand reached up to his neck and rested on it heavily as she let her head hang for a moment. The little bastard.

He absorbed the shock from the Force quite thoroughly, feeling himself pushed backwards a step and breaking his focus around her neck. The choking arm span backwards, falling to the ground to support himself and prevent his body following behind in a similar fashion. Not that he achieved much from it, however, as hie gaze caught the blur of motion as she dropped to the chair and vaulted through the air towards him. She landed square on his chest, forcing his figure to the ground with a loud thud, her hand arriving against his neck with a heavy dose of pressure applied, but no obvious attempts at throttling his air supply as he had incurred on her.

"You have not killed me yet, you will not kill me now, and I doubt there will be an opportunity in this, or any future where yours will be the deciding blow." His gaze fixed against hers with a fierce stare, brows grown tight and forcing the sight into an angry leer. "You may carry titles and official ranks, but I have yet to see you assert anything regarding that." His tone was aggressive, not willing to give her this sense of leverage over it through her apparent 'favour' promotion, and his intentional lack of prospects. Two masters slain was evident proof of skill, at least. "In whatever case, you are no more superior to myself than a child is to an adult."

His hands gripped around her arms, firm but without malice in the hold, simply to have something to exert if she decided she wasn't going to remain as placid as she was at the moment. "Masters, Apprentices... they're all weak, and it's time at least you saw that much. The Sith are weak, and I've seen it all my life. Sith Lord? Master? Titles such as that are worthless when they refer to a senile order." Tensing his muscles, his chest came up higher, narrowing the distance between them by several inches. "I want something greater. Aspirations... Desires of greatness, and I can have you involved if you wish." He doubted she would. She loved the power she believed she had over him, and would not relinquish that easily. And likely would not recognise that he was right until it was too late.

"Idiot..."

She rolled her eyes and rolled off him, breaking his grip on her arms and moving into a standing position next to him.

"Of course I'm not going to kill you now. I'm not allowed to, am I?" She shook her hair out, ripping pins from it and plunging them into the deck causing a small array of dents around her. A ribbon snaked through the ship and landed in her hand allowing her to tie her hair up into a ponytail.

"For all your outrageous and inappropriate behaviour, while they are unwilling to promote you the Dark Council is unwilling to have someone so talented destroyed. You are lucky Naiad though you may not see it that way. They have something planned for you... likely all the power and control your little heart desires."

In fact, it was likely that this trip to Carida had much to do with their desire to both eliminate and use Naiad... something that did not quite sit will with Violet. He was talented if undisciplined and he had already proven her correct by stating that he found their entire hierarchy to be a waste. He would not be content doing whatever they had planned for him out on some backwater world. He wanted more and believed he was worthy of more. It was troublesome.

Violet stepped by him and moved back to sit in her chair. It was not her place to question orders until they decided to place her in a position of submission with her apprentice. That order would be the first, and likely last, that she would ever not follow. She would never willingly submit to Naiad and his sick, twisted behaviors. She may be a Sith, but she was her own woman just as much. She would kill Naiad and flee the Sith before she would willingly submit to him.

A chime sounded and a light on the pilot's console lit up.

"Our new information is here Naiad. It appears to be coded for your eyes only. I'm sure I will be provided the necessary updates when appropriate."

His grip disengaged as she rolled off him, seeming to be finished in her aggression and tormenting punishments, not wanting to continue their apparent back-and-forth of pain. Had he won? Not likely, she just didn't see the merit in continuing, and though he knew they'd pick it up again later, he was at the moment in the position of advantage as having forced her into backing down for the moment. She cited orders, claiming they restricted her from killing him, though he didn't believe that was the only reason. If that was the only thing stopping her, she'd have tested boundaries and found a way around them by now. He didn't say anything, but she could probably tell from his silence that he didn't believe what she was saying was the whole matter behind such things.

"This trip to Carida will no doubt be just an excuse for them to be rid of me for a short time whilst they plot some other way of dealing with me. No doubt I'll return to no change and they'll want me to run through more hoops on their behalf." He enjoyed running through hoops, if he was honest. The council tended to give him rather distressing and difficult tasks, and when he succeeded it was often an enjoyable moment to see their faces as he conducted reports and gave details as to how he managed to pass their supposedly challenging trials. She had moved across to the seat at the pilot's console, and he gradually forced himself back up to his feet, throat still stinging.

Nodding, and sighing, he travelled to where the incoming data was received, glancing through the numerous encoded symbols and phrases. Finishing, he snarled and read it again. Pausing for a few seconds, he stepped back a pace and looked at her. "They want me to kill you." His tone was full of seriousness, though he didn't bother to even move for his saber. Instead, he allowed the comment to linger in the air as his attention returned to the screen. "But then we both knew that. We're just waiting for them to send your death warrant." His last lookthrough didn't promote anything that he'd figure was sensitive details, and if he was blunt about it, they might as well have sent it decoded and on all frequencies so anyone in the sector could intercept it.

"I'm to assist you in your efforts with the mission. Cause violence and damage to whatever factions and individuals is deemed necessary by mutual agreement. Scout our military outpost locations and viability, and replace the political body, forcefully if needed. If none is to be found, I'm to remain as the Sith contact and commander for a time to be determined." His eyes shifted to the side, looking her over. No doubt she felt the same thing as he did. If they didn't get a governing body, the planet was royally screwed. Naiad had no intentions of sitting around governing a planet, and if he was going to be left there he was going to cause a civil war just so he could revel in some mindless slaughter. Not what the Sith wanted at all.

"We'd better remind the politicians who they vote for." he suggested.

His quip about killing fell dead between them. Violet neither smiled nor acknolwedge his absurdity, instead pulling up information on her datapad about the current political climate on Carida.

"It appears that there is something of a military academy already in place, for which we can be thankful..."

Her figures conjured up images of an imposing fortress balanced on a cliff. "It appears that their governing bodies are also located in these buildings here."

Here fingers poked a group of buildings clustered in the shadow of some spine covered mountains. The image shimmered and then zoomed in for a closer look.

"I expect that you will do your best to keep from causing too much trouble while I am in the midst of dealing with politicians? There does seem to be a family that is...friendly towards the Sith. They have been known to speak out against our current govenor in place as they feel he has... fallen weak shall we say."

Her eyes skimmed the available information, her face a blank mask for much of it. "Ah now this is interesting. This family appears to be idealogical. That makes them less likely to be of use to us in the long-term, but for now they are our best option short of depositing you on some sort of throne made of dead bodies and naked women."

She kept her face blank as she made the statement, waiting to see what his response to her bit of humor would be. She didn't dislike Naiad, per se, he just often needed a reminder of who was on top.

She didn't react to his little suggestion that she'd be the target of his mission orders and thus subject to the edge of his blade on behalf of the Sith. No doubt she was already aware that such an order was likely to arrive at some point, whether on his data channel, or that of someone else unrelated and from within the rest of the order. Then again, if it was someone else he could always have them killed off and do it himself... maybe claim that she'd delivered a mortal wound to her assailant simultaneous to receiving one. Give him the satisfaction regarding pretty much every aspect of the situation, including killing off some random Sith, and then getting his own opportunity to show her just where she stood in reference to himself.

On the other hand, he also hoped they'd send an assassin his way to give them a nice surprise upon a return to the temple. "Then chances are we'll just have to encourage some rapid expansion, if they've already got an academy in place. I'm sure that with the right government to support policies, we can encourage growth in that sector with scholarships and welfare options and... stuff..." His higher level vocabulary skills weren't long-lasting, and evidently his idea was thought out to the point at which they diminished. "I can't promise people won't be a little distressed."

He figured that she would be more than capable of handling the political climate, already having a heads up with regards to the potential alternatives. He really didn't intend on being the one to end up in charge of all that stuff. Not when there was the option of conflict to look forward to. "Dead bodies and naked women sounds nice, comfortable and soft, though. I might have to get me one of those thrones when we get back." It would go nicely with the rest of his quarters, though maybe some blood and bones would need to be scattered around the walls and floors to better settle the ambiance. Otherwise it would just lack in atmosphere.

Glancing to the side at the contents of her screen, he mused over the information for a second or two. "If you'd like, I can reserve you a space on one of the sides. Any preference?"

His sense of humor was positively juvenile, and while her comment on his interior decorating preferences was hardly appropriate, his...suggestion had been even less so. Violet was not amused... not in the slightest.

Despite the smile beckoning at the corners of her mouth. He definitely was quick witted and she did enjoy someone who could keep up with her in more than training.

She kept her eyes on the quickly scrolling data, however, rather than give him any sort of response. They were headed into potentially dangerous territory and she wanted to be sure that she could keep him somewhat under control. Maybe she should just set him loose on the cadets at the academy and remind the council that way of whom was in charge.

Sitting back, she rested a hand on her chin as she pondered that possibility. It had the benefit of being both blunt, subtle, and it got Naiad away from her while she tried to vocalize the Dark Underlord's displeasure with how things were shaping up on the planet. In the meantime Naiad could test out how the non-Force sensitives could stand up in battle and assess their usefulness to the Sith Empire. It was certainly a win-win...

It was decided then. "Naiad... when we land you will set about testing the cadets. I want to know how adept they are at combat with a Force user. You are not permitted to use lethal force without my express permission, but certainly feel free to rough them up a bit. If they aren't up to par I want to know about it. I expect, in the beginning, that we will be allowed to do just about whatever we want while they try to figure out how to eliminate us. I want to be sure we use the time provided to find out what we can and fix the problem before they choose to fix theirs."

Sweet and simple. Hopefully he could grasp the intelligence to follow orders.

She clearly wasn't amused with his suggestions, enticements or comments about what he'd appreciate in his room. He didn't do it for amusement purposes, but rather because that was simply how his mind worked. Was there anything gained from remaining quiet? Hardly, and through his wordy mouth he was at least capable of seeing how people would react towards his way of thinking. The data continued scrolling past the screen, but his eyes were hardly focused against the console any longer and half-directed against her face. From what he could see, there was clearly no reaction towards how he had responded towards her. She was probably contemplating something. Hopefully not regarding him.

Luck wasn't on his side.

"I was looking forward to it up until the point of the whole non-fatal thing." he sighed, trying to work his mind around the situation in order to formulate some sort of way around her restrictions. Maybe it wouldn't count if they died from internal injuries a few hours later, but somehow he couldn't see that flying with her. At least he could get some violence in and see how they would shape up. He fully expected them to be weak and unfocused and unorganised, probably having more experience beating up civilians than actual combat against another coordinated army. Well, as a one-man army himself, he supposed he'd be taking a lot of violence virginities.

"So I suppose you'll want me to be keeping them busy with desk work and complaints so you can go about your business?" he suggested, musing over how she'd take that. He expected that she'd not want too many of the officials paying attention to what she was going about doing, and with more people keeping themselves focused on himself. Of course he'd enjoy having everyone looking at him, but that wasn't the main intent. He wanted the mission over and done with, and preferably without himself becoming the ruler of the little cesspool they were heading towards. If he could help Apostate manage to find someone appropriate, then all the better.

Awww, he sounded so disappointed in what she'd given him to do. Violet knew that Naiad's disappointed spread simply from the no-kill policy she'd dropped on him. She smothered a smirk and continued filtering through the streams of data on her data pad while he pouted a few minutes longer.

Oh did he just sound like a child that had been promised candy, taken to the candy store and pulled away without a treat. It was delightful. Shame she'd have to make him smile again...

"I'm sure you will keep them quite busy, though please remember you are my apprentice Naiad," Her voice gained a bit of bite as she finished. "I expect myself to be well represented as you work with the cadets. No one should walk out of a battle with you and be conscious. If they do and I hear about it you will regret it."

There, that hopefully had made him happy. He had license to maim and debilitate but Naiad Bonds was not licensed to kill.

A twinge shot off in her neck and Violet winced. How predictable. She had a hutt's shit load of work to process and schematics to go over and her neck was going to act up and make it difficult. Groaning softly in frustration, she shut her eyes for a moment and rolled her neck and shoulders in an attempt to loosen the tightened and frustrating muscles.

Clearly she wasn't one to understand what such limitations did for him. An artist who was denied the very ability to create his visions of abstract beauty and wonder, or in his case, death, violence and lots of shades of red. It was almost upsetting, but he wouldn't show such a thing as it would gain him nothing but her lack of trust in his abilities of keeping himself strong. She was more than capable of being manipulative, and an expert at twisting situations to meet her demands and standards. He took on a glance at her as she continued talking, reminding him of things he was already aware of and didn't need reiterating.

"So what you're saying is that I need to either make them unconscious or break their legs?" Well, she had mentioned that she didn't want them walking out, and he figured that at least he'd eliminate that aspect of the equation. Whether she would see it as quite that way, he doubted, but whatever the case he was sure that she'd be remembered and renowned amongst the cadets for her utter bastard of an apprentice. Well, there was always the option of preventing her of hearing about it, and that was a simple matter of either destroying the language centers of the brain, of removing the tongues and keeping them quiet. Three very distinct and very fitting ways of keeping troops in line.

Ready to leave, he pivoted on his heels as she returned her attention to the console once more to read through the screens of information. He paused, though, hearing her groan and twist at her neck which seemed to be causing her problems. Well, that was certainly understandable. She'd been sat for a while, bent over a computer desk, and she wasn't known for looking after such parts of herself when stressed. Of course, he was also aware that a heavy load on the front put strain on the spine, and she wasn't exactly travelling light. His hand floated out, stretching to press against her skin, spine and neck joints with the fingers which rubbed through her clothing.

It would at least alleviate some tension if she let him work it for a few seconds. If she wanted true, painless and joyful bliss then she was going to have to get much more naked.

Was he really as dense as he was acting? She hadn't thought he was quite this dim... certainly male and with all the handicaps that came from being in that state, but not this stupid.

"I thought I was fairly clear Naiad. I don't care what you do to them as long as they don't walk out on their own and they leave in some state of alive. Limbless, unconscious... I don't care. Just don't kill them and don't let them leave of their own accord."

Her voice was snappish, but she wasn't going to apologize for it. Her head was beginning to throb in time with the ache in her neck and frustrated fingers were digging painfully into the muscles trying to force them into relaxing.

Fingers that were not her own touched her skin and a shot of bodily tension rocketed through her. She did not like being touched without invitation... but his fingers were rather masterful. Unsurprising. He had a reputation and she was sure that this went right along with keeping it. Rolling her head forward, she silenced her thoughts and instead focused on reaching out through the tumultuous waves of the Force; watching him through its eyes to make sure he wasn't intending anything than what he offered.

Slowly her neck began to relax and the headache from the tension receded. His fingers and apparent lack of intent lulled her into a twilight sleep and she let him continue rather than stopping him.

He knew what she was getting at, and his mind was already abuzz with things he could get away with. He was going to thoroughly enjoy himself, he believed, and though death was not necessarily on his list of approved actions, if he had a good few hundred men to work through then he was going to be rather preoccupied for a significant amount of time. She didn't resist much against his hands, and in return he didn't even focus much on the movements of his hands and fingers and muscles against her neck, and was zoned out into thinking ahead with his hands acting of their own accord. Squeezes when he felt them come against something tight, and smooth, firm strokes for the rest of the skin. He really was too impatient, and he was clearly eager to fulfill a little part of his Wrath philosophy in the coming hours.

His glance down at the pilot's screen made it look rather more bleak, though, with the countdown only barely beginning to tick away and not even having made a dent in the amount of time they'd be waiting in hyperspace before they'd make it to the destination planet. He had distractions, though, and with his hands managing to work around her exposed and vulnerable neck, he made a conscious effort to start putting more work into giving her the relieving release of her tension. The fingers began to creep more around to the throat, rather than remaining secured around the back of her head, and the palms gradually extended their reach as they began sliding further up and further down.

"And what are you expecting to do while we are there? I can imagine you're not going to be content with watching me getting up close and sweaty with a few soldiers." He knew her orders were to find a suitable government and make arrangements for the political process to reorganise itself, but she hadn't actually talked much about how exactly she was going to achieve this short of her mentioning the possibility of a single branch of family loyal to the Sith.

His fingers and lack of aggressive motive were lulling her dangerously close to sleep... and Violet was smart enough to know that sleeping while in such a vulnerable position with Naiad was foolishness in an extreme. She struggled to fight her way back towards full awareness and with it came a rather unpleasant, though not surprising, realization.

His hand had slithered into her robes and was beginning to feel around. In fact what should have surprised her even less, and yet managed to surprise her most, was the way his hand seemed to have a homing device and without any real fumbling landed perfectly. Keeping herself relaxed, she waited until he began to withdraw his hand before capturing his wrist between two fingers. Pressing the Force through them, she didn't bother to turn.

"You're overstepping Naiad. Someone like you should know better than to try that with someone like me."

Tossing his hand carefully over her shoulder, she stood and stretched. Sitting for too long had caused her bones and muscles to lock up and sharp cracks could be heard as things snapped back into place. Now she was irritated. It had been so nice to have him at least pretend that he knew his place when she was around. Typical of him to ruin it... she was even going to thank him for it.

"I suggest you get some sleep."

She was through with this. Meditation was calling and they had a long trip ahead of them. He needed to occupy himself with something other than herself. Perhaps he could shove his hands down his pants and stay busy for the next hours.

Lust and sloth, in such a marvelous combination as her lulling to sleep was so very majestically complimented with his intentions for her to continue to do so. Obviously he didn't want the same things out of her lessened awareness and possibly even lowered inhibitions as she did, but there might not be as much of a restful, sleeping activity going on if it was on his terms. At least not until the end, but that was a long way away and not on his mind as much. Of course, though, her demented and psychotic mind kicked in, and as quickly as it had all started it was over again, his hands only barely managing to trouble the flesh beneath her robes, and her fingers around the wrist which dared to travel so treacherously deep into hazardous territory.

Recoiling slightly from the shock which probably fractured his wrist, or something similar, she made her rise to her feet long and dramatic, draping his hand back to her shoulder as she elongated her spine. A series of sharp, brittle cracks surged across her spine, emphasizing the state of restfulness she had been in before her mind had jumped to such... well, incredible, and unfair assumptions. Correct nonetheless, but it was almost hurtful that she would presume his actions were derived so immediately from base, animal desires like some sort of savage. Almost, but he derived such pride from his actions that even to have nothing physical to show for them was not of great distress to him. And even that wasn't true, he mused, bringing his hand up to softly caress the aching joint.

"Someone like you might realize it's pointless trying to argue such things with someone like me." he retorted, not even bothering to continue their conversation. Sleep wasn't something he was going to argue with. Meditation had never been his major thing unless he was doing it to focus on something elusive in his mind. The entire concept of conserving his energy and focusing it over the course of hours was a wasted ambition to him. Sleep conserved his energy just as well, and didn't require pointless leg-crossing and some semi-attractive parlor tricks involving orbiting chairs, tables and light objects. He followed a few seconds after she had left the room, travelling the opposite direction to where the sleeping quarters where.

They were small, and rather cramped, but then he always had found the types of beds in these places to be left wanting. There was no option of getting a second person involved on any of these... well, he supposed they were basically kitchen counters with headrests. Still, he could rest soundly enough, typically flat on his back and drifting between the lighter stages of sleep in case he had to get up quickly. It wasn't uncommon for Sith to be attacked when unprepared, and he was definitely on guard when stuck in close-quarters with Madame Psycho. Interlocking his fingers, he shook his head into a comfortable position against them, eyes blinking a few times before latching shut.

Lust... it slithered and burned along her veins like oil on water; never mixing, just tormenting and distracting.

In frustration, Violet opened her eyes and scowled at the dark ceiling of the engine room. It had been a notably long time since she had allowed anyone the privilege so recently taken by her damnably attractive apprentice. Too long it now appeared and she was furious with her body for being distracted by it.

It was a frustration to be sure. She had never understood why she, of all people, was saddled with the arrogant pain in the ass. Her thoughts now wandered towards breeding but dismissed it. There were other, stronger, Sith more suited to such a task. No... with the way this mission had gone it was more likely that they sought to subdue her... that the ultimate goal was Naiad taking her place and her falling beneath him.

She would die first.

She assumed that was also a satisfactory outcome for those in charge.

She was damned if any of it would happen. No, there was a way to play this so that she stayed safe and in control. All the power to do so lay within her grasp, through the Force. A sadistic smile crept onto her face as she settled into a meditative trance. All would come in due time...

Her presence slithered through the ship, hunting and stalking. Finally coming upon her sadisticly seductive apprentice. An image, a whisper of herself through the Force slipped up towards him. Her presence teased and tormented, waking him with nothing more than slips and strokes, squeezes and teases. The whisper of a moan in his ear... the hint of lips on his skin. All of it nothing more than a sweet, seductive torture to wake him from his sleep and drive him to her.

She would be waiting. She would make him come to her. She would allow him to win, fight with 'one hand behind her back' so to speak. Not use the Force to resist him unless it was to save herself. She would allow him to take her, she would ensure they both enjoyed it. And then...

Then it would made clear that he had only succeeded because she willed it. She had called him and he had answered. She had allowed him what had previously been denied. And she would use it to her advantage over and over again.

Teasing... taunting...squeezing... stroking... soon...

He had barely tipped off to sleep before the unrest and distressing feelings which wandered around his body. He could feel the touches which felt as though something was wandering up his leg, travelling across his skin, and irritating him with a mixture of discomfort and arousal. After a few minutes, he was under no misunderstandings about why. The voice whispering in his ear, the touches and squeezes and torture which covered his entire body with an empty sense of eroticism, which offered him a sense of moderate stimulation which was immediately lost after his eyes open to find there was nothing there for him but an empty, dark room. The squeezing and touches around his skin did not relent, however, continuing to mess with his mind and body. It was an indication, he expected, and it was something to do what she wanted.

Well, there was no way he was going to be able to get away with getting back to sleep at this rate, so that was definitely going to be out of the picture. As it was, he knew that she was only doing this because she thought she could get away with it. Her belief that she was able to get whatever she wanted out of him whenever she desired. Well, he had tried instigating this a little while ago, when he was offering a massage combined with a little bit of molestation. The fact that she had declined this offer was incredibly contradictory to the current situation, which indicated that she wasn't too happy with him starting the process. And why should she? She was a control freak, and he knew this. It wasn't a surprise at all.

Kicking his feet up and out of bed, he gathered himself together, with the touches pressing around his body regardless of how he aligned himself. She was determined, it would appear, but that wasn't going to be enough. As far as he was concerned, if he wanted this sort of thing out of her, he could have taken it at any point he desired. At the moment, he was gradually being worked towards it, but it wasn't necessarily because she was tempting him towards it. He had no doubts in his mind that he could overpower her if the need arose, but that wasn't how he wanted it to happen. He was interested in something much more complex, with an established authority and superiority over her seeming rather appealing.

He left the room, wandering towards where he knew where she was, but didn't even retaliate against her at this moment. If she wanted his touches, she was going to have to work for them, and he would ensure she'd get no pleasure out of him without effort on her behalf. She might be the type to just spontaneously start these things, but he was a lot more advanced than her primitive seduction attempts. It didn't take him long to get to where she was meditating, but it still felt a long time considering he'd been robbed of his sleep up to this point and had to consciously make the effort to get up and go out. Halting in the doorway, he refused to make any noise before sizing her up.

She was the same as she had always been. Smaller and weaker than himself, with an unstable personality and a mastery of Force combat, though he did not fear such things from her. "I take it that you want something?" He was quiet, reserved, and didn't encroach upon the area she had been consolidating her position in. "You know, it's very rude to wake someone up with this sort of thing. I hope you're not hoping to get anything out of this without making it worth my while." He didn't move, and he would quite willingly walk back out if she was just expecting to get him on the ground and beneath her without willing to meet him midway. After all, it wasn't like he was going to be demanding much of her. Just a few concessions, maybe... but definitely not extreme. Not to him, at least.

A mental sigh stretched along through Violet's mind as her foolish, foolish apprentice came to her. He thought he could out-maneuver her. She could feel his determination to make her submit and it saddened her somewhat. Here she was willing to offer him what he so desperately seemed to want in the style he seemed to prefer it.

And he was trying to deny her.

Well that was fine. Sure it had been a while since she'd had an actual male, but that didn't mean she was going to give in to him. He had far too much arrogance if he thought he could prance in... or slump in as he was now, another irritating thing... and demand she do things his way. It was amusing. Or would have been had she not found it so completely irritating.

"I'm sorry?"

Her tone was dangerous and incredulous. She was hardly going to deny what she had done, but the furious darkness eminating from her made it plain that his tone was rather unappreciated. If she wanted something it was his job to make sure she received it, until such a day as he managed to subdue or kill her. Which was not going to be soon.

Rising to her feet, she lifted and eyebrow at him.

"I wouldn't want to get anything out of You anyway Naiad. And make no mistake, you will never leave anything In me."

She moved towards the door, finished with the discussion. She was not going to play this game his way. It was her rules or no rules. End of story.

Damn right she was sorry. Not only had she ruined his attempt at sleep, she'd managed to pull him out of any sort of comfort he'd managed to achieve, and tried to turn him on in order to commit him to her own desires. She might have thought she was being intimidating and dangerous with her tone of voice and choice of words, but in all honesty she was only going to end up provoking him to the point of one of them snapping. And then what? Well, that would remain to be found out. She was so sure of herself, and under the assumption that she was going to be able to get away with whatever she said. But what amused him to the point of annoyance most was that she just walked towards him with the intention of going past him and leaving.

As she approached, his hands came up, pushing her immediately backwards with a strong shove to keep her in the room. "I don't think so. You don't dictate where or when these things happen." He moved more to the center, blocking out the exit from the room. She wasn't going anywhere until he decided that he was done with her, and if she was going to contest that then he would quite willingly take her on over it. She would, no doubt, argue that such things were for her to decide, and not him. Unfortunately he didn't see it that way, and a part of him hoped she was going to make this interesting and worth getting out of bed for.

"So, about that compromise I was talking about..."

HA!

Oh how Violet wanted to simply gloat. He thought he could demand things of her? How very amusing... how so very amusing when he gave her precisely what SHE wanted. There would be no compromise, there would be false submission and much enjoyment.

"How dare you..."

She glared at him, the same glare as always. No matter her enjoyment of the situation, he was still overstepping his boundaries with her. She would say when she left and he would never do such a thing again.

At least, not without her permission.

Which she had not yet given.

"I do not negotiate compromises with little boys. If you had a wet dream and didn't manage to shoot off before you woke that's your problem Apprentice. Not. Mine."

She moved to step past him once again.

She clearly didn't find any sort of distress concerning his forcing of her back into the room. He wondered whether she understood that he wasn't going to just let this go by, and the thought that this was her entire plan had either fallen out of his thoughts, or was never really cemented in there in the first place. In the light, with its dim intensity, there was a definition of her figure which did not get shown off much in the typical lights. Perhaps it was because there was the lights from the floor, or that it was artificial in general. Maybe it was because she was showing the interest this time, rather than just being the denier of his advances, but he would be rather annoyed with himself if that turned out to be the case. As such, he took the time to let his eyes wander against the highlights on her legs and waist, which were still robed and unflattering, but as far as an unflattered figure went, it was rather appealing.

And besides that, he was more interested in what was beneath. He had an overactive imagination at times, and he found it to be nothing short of a blessing on his behalf. It give him so many wonderful ideas and unique ways of dealing with things, and at the moment it made his desires a reality in his mind's eye. His focus did not linger there for long, though, snapping quickly back to reality whilst she spoke. How dare he? He was a sucker for dares, and if it was dangerous or disallowed, it was an excellent assistance to his already-thorough lack of inhibition. A way of proving his masculinity, maybe? No, he didn't think that was the case. His true drive was seeing the reactions when he broke the rules - they were typically unique and enjoyable.

And he was most certainly not little, though the term did brook more attention towards her over it. Whether she was trying to keep the focus on sex or not, that was how he perceived it, and he wondered whether she was daring him to prove her wrong. If the words had been said openly, then he would have snapped in an instant and shown her how incorrect her assumptions were. He was sure that she probably had previous lovers, or at least those she used for her own ends, but he was anything but. He was the user, and he'd be sure that she'd be seen as the tool in this game, regardless of how it was perceived at the moment. He'd give her the best she ever had, and everyone else would be paling in comparison.

He knew this. It was just a matter of making her experience it.

She moved to go past him again, and she had clearly not learnt that when he decided she was staying in the room until he was happy, it meant she was staying. His fault? Well, that was rich, considering it was her who instigated this whole thing, and if she expected him to just shrug it off and not get his needs met, she was sorely mistaken. His hand clasped around her throat in a fluid motion, gripping firmly around the soft flesh. Only minutes ago the fingers had been massaging and acting in a kind, pleasant matter. Now they served to keep her in place as he transported her across the room, forcing her backwards against the wall.

"Negotiations are over. If you can't deal with consequences, that's your fault. Not mine."

Was he really this stupid? Or was it just hormones playing havoc with his body. The thought that Naiad would ever be able to so easily manhandle her was laughable. Did he not see that she was hardly resisting? All her actions thus far had been in words and his evident lack of intelligence was hardly... erotic.

No... as she crossed her arms and glared at him, willing him to see her complete lack of arousal, she definitely did not find the situation at all erotic. Some where in their interactions his arrogance had been a complete turn off. It just irritated her no end. Here she had offered him what he appeared to so greatly enjoy- violent passion- and instead he chose words and the ridiculous idea that he could over power her.

"If you're quite through Naiad, I'd like to get back to being without your presence here to repulse me."

Not a hint of arousal... how disappointing.

It wouldn't necessarily be the case that he didn't want to cause her harm. In fact, the thought was rather appealing in its own right, and he would have enjoyed the exciting consequences which may arise if he decided to give her a little bit of pain to mitigate her attitude. As it was at the moment, though, he felt he would get much further without the need for raising the back of a hand to her. Consequently, he had not caused any more damage than would be incurred through the hit against the wall. Her tone, and her attitude, and her crossed arms, and her eyes... and... every-fucking-thing about her though. It was just the most annoying thing imaginable to him at that moment, and if she was going to be Madame Bitch at the moment, he would be just treating her like it.

Gripping tightly with the neck, he forced his fingers into her skin. Anger and annoyance burned in him, raging in his eyes with every second that he looked at her, and of course there was lust in there too. A dangerous, sadistic lust which came to surface as the choking arm came up in slight increments. Every inch of the smooth motion brought her further from the ground, and he grinned maliciously, imagining the sensation of just having her there and choking her until she passed out. Perhaps until she died, but unconscious would be nice. It would offer him peace, and quiet, and the chance to do what he'd prefer without her disapproving eyes always over his shoulder.

And, as that lust rushed through his mind, he could fantasize all sorts of things going on. Perhaps he would keep her there, and take the opportunity to wander across her body with the free hand. See what he could uncover, and maybe find out what kinds of reactions he could induce. Find out, as it were, what sounds he could make her play. Or maybe he'd keep her against that wall and take her while she was struggling for air, and he'd enjoy the feeling of her fighting him off in desperation. Well, that would be nice at least, but he wasn't entirely sure of just what route he'd take. For the moment he smirked, drawing the other hand into play as it ran along the lengths of her figure, feeling through the robes.

Violet will the Force through her trachea, willing the air to pass easily in and out of her lungs as he continued to dig his fingers into her skin. She would have bruises. It was obvious, but as his hand began to trail along her body she smirked internally. The bruises on her neck wouldn't be the only bruises on her body.

A slight moan slipped from her throat, rumbling against his fingers as she snapped her legs out, crossing them behind his back and jerking him forward, crushing him against her.

"Oh the fun we could have Apprentice..."

Her voice was a tad hoarse and scratchy. While she was able to move air, his fingers were beginning to crush her vocal cords. Her hands snaked out, uncrossing her arms and scratched their way down over his shoulders, digging her nails deep into his skin. Pain for pain, pleasure for pleasure. That was the name of the game.

"Bring me your best and I'll show you mine."