"Okay, I give." Your friend looks around as you walk up the long staircase. "What's going on?"

"You know as much as me." You shrug. "That message he left just said we should both come here and meet him."

A grin curls your friend's mouth. "He's had an impish glint in his eyes for days, you know." She winks at you. "Don't be surprised if he does something...rash."

Snorting slightly, you shake your head. "The Braid? Nah..." You wave your hand dismissively. "Not that he'd invite me to." You grin, giving her a sly wink. "He'd grab you and sneak off."

"I don't know..." She smiles. "Ever since that bar fight with the Wookies when he realized you don't dislike him, and he could entertain both of us...he's been grinning like the cat that had the canary for a midnight snack." She elbows you. "And when the Master's away...."

"The Padawan will play?" You grin, waggling your eyebrows. "Fine with me. You?"

She shrugs. "He's not my private property." The girl chuckles. "Not like we haven't been around the Captain enough to know there's only one of him too...."

You reach a room and look at each other. "This is it, right?"

Nodding, she puts her ear against the door. "Awfully quiet."

Before either of you can utter another word, the doors open. You're pulled in and pushed gently but firmly into chairs by unseen hands.

Definitely the work of a Jedi.

It's dark.

Quiet.

You can sense another person in the room though.

His excitement. Anticipation.

::Oh...my.......:: Your mental voice trails off into drools as the gold-white light of a spotlight sizzles on, hitting a lone figure in the room standing facing you several feet away.

A hooded figure.

Black velvety pants. Black silky shirt, opened at the throat showing golden, tanned skin, strong column of throat, a teasing glimpse of a muscled chest. Boots, same style as the brown ones, but black.

FM boots.

FM smile showing through the shadow the cloak casts over his face.

Your friend's eyes widen and she swallows audibly. "Oh..."

Slowly, hands reach up to push the hood back, revealing short, spiky gold-red hair, and a long braid that disappears into the shirt. Strong cleft in the stubborn chin. Those indeterminate colored eyes, sometimes grey, sometimes stormy blue, other times a moss green, are bright tonight. They wander slowly over both of you, taking in every detail from head to toes.

Undressing you with his eyes.

A slow, sexy smile curves his lips. One eyebrow arches over half-hooded eyes that burn with a sultry glint.

Music hits you from all sides suddenly and he shrugs, letting the cloak fall.

"Step inside, walk this way You and me babe, Hey, hey!"

Prowls forward several steps, reaching out to almost touch both of your faces.... Pulls back slowly, a teasing smile flashing white teeth as he turns and struts away.

::I've died and gone to ...somewhere, ne?::

Incoherent babble is your friend's only answer. ::Yah, yah, yah....::

He turns again, feet apart in an open stance. One hand on his waist, the other behind his head. Circles his hips slowly, trailing his hand up his chest.

"Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on Livin' like a lover with a radar phone Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp Demolition woman, can I be your man?"

You're both mesmerized. Barely breathing.

He stalks towards where you sit, intent only too clear as he locks gazes with your friend. Holding her in his sites -- captured, with an intensity that would melt adamantium.

He leans forward, almost touching. A whisper of a touch to her cheek. Sassy smile, teasing as he winks. Leans back, hooded eyes watching her reaction.

"Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light Television lover, baby, go all night"

Hips moving in a teasing, circular motion, imitating a much more intimate action.

"Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet Little miss ah innocent sugar me, yeah"

Taking one step back, his hands come up to the fastenings of his shirt and tease one open. Eyes never leave hers.

Clear intent.

Undressing him.

Another button.

Until the shirt gapes open.

He reaches past her, leaning in close enough for her to feel the heat of his body, his breath caressing the side of her face and ear. Braid brushing across her chest.

A whisper of a hot kiss across her forehead and she blindly takes the cylinder pressed into her hands.

Blinks and brings it up to look at it.

Grins, equally wicked smile answering the one he favors her with.

Eyes drilling into hers.

"Hey! C'mon, take a bottle, shake it up Break the bubble, break it up"

It takes little...nay, _no_, coaxing. His hands, palms up, beckon, dare as he holds them out to her. She opens the container and gleefully pours the contents into the waiting hands.

Gold body glitter sparkles like live fire into his hands.

"Pour some sugar on me Ooh, in the name of love"

He brings his hands up to caress his chest. Runs strong hands over chiseled pecs and up his throat.

Where his hands travel, a glistening sheen of gold appears.

"Pour some sugar on me C'mon fire me up"

You both watch, not missing a thing, as he pulls the shirt free from the pants and slowly shrugs out of it. Your friend reaches forward and pulls first one arm, then the other free of the sleeves, letting her hands caress that warm flesh.

It's her prize, that silky black pool, still warm from his body. She clutches it to her chest, grinning like a child who's won a treasured item.

He smiles, echoing her pleasure as his hands rub down his arms. Arches an eyebrow in a silent challenge.

She doesn't hesitate. Reaches for the container again, gets a handful of glitter and eagerly spreads it over the washboard stomach and his sides.

Eyes close to slits, glints of grey lightning flashing through, he all but purrs his satisfaction.

"Pour your sugar on me Oh, I can't get enough"

Whirls away, strutting to the beat, knowing the pants hug his ass and drive you both crazy.

Stops, feet wide apart again, and looks back at you over his shoulder.

Teasing smile. Flashing, impish eyes.

Bends slowly. Balance perfect, muscles rippling in his back and shoulders as he pulls off one boot, then the next.

Tosses them aside.

Turns and stops. Staring first at your friend, then you.

Predator. Spotting prey.

Head down, looking through his lashes with clear-cut intent.

"I'm hot, sticky sweet From my head to my feet yeah Listen! red light, yellow light, green-a-light go!"

Moving suddenly. Stalking. Deliberate movements that snap his hips, ripple muscles. Eyes not leaving his target.

Prowls up. Hunter facing the next victim.

You're not so shy, not so unseasoned.

An answering glint of the predator in your eyes as you meet his gaze.

Eyes close slightly, issuing an unspoken challenge.

Circling those narrow hips teasingly, tauntingly. Arms reaching out, not touching.

Offering.

Inviting.

"Crazy little woman in a one man show Mirror queen, mannequin, rhythm of love Sweet dream, saccharine, loosen up"

You're not one to refuse.

He steps closer, smart-ass smile curving his lips and making those eyes dance with glee.

Your turn to offer a filthy cute smile as your cool hands touch in a whisper of a caress across his stomach. The coolness makes him flinch involuntarily, gasp slightly.

Your smile widens, eyebrow arching as you reach for the fastening of his pants, and smoothly unzip them.

You trail your hands down, teasing with the lightest caress across hot flesh, to his thighs.

Look up and slowly smile.

Sit back, hands once again folded in your lap.

Called the bluff.

Time to ante up.

He slowly dips his hands in the waistband of the velvet black pants. Hands still for a moment, looking for all the world like a naughty angel as a slow smile curves his mouth.

Eases the pants down a little. Wriggles a little.

Catches your gaze and holds it. The tip of his tongue appears, sliding slowly across his bottom lip. Your eyes greedily follow the moist path it leaves.

He snaps his hips forward, back. Forward, back...then in circles. An imitation of the most intimate dance of all.

Teasing.

Doesn't miss the narrowing of your eyes, your mouth opening slightly in a silent 'o'.

"You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little Tease a little more Easy operator come a knockin' on my door"

Turns and swaggers up the room, stands several feet away.

Stretches sinuously up, making the muscles in his back ripple. Touches his back, and runs his hands down his butt, wriggling slightly.

"Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah Give a little more!"

Hips move in circles again, taking up a slow tempo that match the beat of the music.

"Take a bottle, shake it up Break the bubble, break it up Pour some sugar on me Ooh, in the name of love Pour some sugar on me C'mon fire me up Pour your sugar on me Oh, I can't get enough"

Rolls his head back then to the sides as his hips undulate.

Sinks to his knees slowly.

"I'm hot, sticky sweet From my head to my feet yeah"

Arm out, he sinks sideways to lay on the floor. Rolls over to his stomach, bringing his arms stretching up over his head. Spreads his legs out slightly and begins to hump the floor.

"You got the peaches, I got the cream Sweet to taste, saccharine"

Your friend moans slightly and he flips over onto his back. Eyes closed, blissful smile curving his mouth.

He runs his hands down his chest.

Down his stomach.

Stops as he touches the velvet of his pants.

Lifts his hips up and slowly slides the pants down, revealing black silky boxers. Tosses the pants to you.

You catch them and stare.

More skin.

"'Cos I'm hot, say what, sticky sweet From my head, my head, to my feet"

Rippling thigh muscles, strong calves, dusted with red-gold hair.

Rolls casually over, halfway on his side, facing you both. Propped up on one elbow, head cushioned in his hand. One leg bent up.

"Do you take sugar? one lump or two?"

You groan, eyes riveted.

He smiles. Filthy cute, come hither smile.

Rolls with casual grace, speaking of great strength, to his hands and knees and narrows his eyes.

Predator again.

Stalking forward, braid swinging, gaze on you both. Stops between you, and kneels.

"Take a bottle, shake it up Break the bubble, break it up Pour some sugar on me Ooh, in the name of love Pour some sugar on me C'mon fire me up"

Reaches out to touch your knee, his other hand caressing your friend's knee. Nuzzling first her knee, then yours. His teeth gently nip, rasp over your kneecap.

Sinks lower, and kneads your calves. Your gasps music to his ears.

Nuzzles each of you behind the knee and backs away slightly.

One hand on your ankle.

Smiles slowly up at you, eyes flashing.

"Pour your sugar on me Oh, I can't get enough Pour some sugar on me Oh, in the name of love"

Rises to his feet in one smooth motion and struts off.

Eye candy in motion.

Fire and passion, mischief and danger all rolled into one compact package.

"Pour some sugar on me Get it, come get it Pour your sugar on me Ooh"

Calls the cloak to his hand, and sweeps it over his shoulders in a smooth, practiced motion.

Pulls the hood up.

"Pour some sugar on me Yeah! Sugar me!"

The spotlight dies, plunging the room into complete blackness again.

Leaving only the breathing of you and your friend, and an electric sensitivity that has the hair on your arms standing up.

Soft lighting, more like candlelight, comes on.

You look at each other.

::Jump him?::

A nod, two identical wicked smiles as both turn to face the young Jedi.

~end~