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Andronikos was screwed. He knew it the moment that sith walked in the door. Honestly, he doesn’t even remember what he noticed first; her gorgeous orange skin, the enticing tattoos he followed across her face and down, making him wonder just how far they went, her shark-like grin. She was wearing a tight black dress, the collar wrapped around her neck though the rest of the top was ragged, like she got into a fight with a nexu. Her pale blue eyes seemed to stare right through him. Yeah, Andronikos was screwed.
Xixiu couldn’t help but giggle at the pirate’s exasperation. He was so angry, staring at the corpse of the mutineer who had run off with the relic. He turns his intensely brown gaze at her, and she clamps her lips together, trying to hide the grin. Andronikos clearly doesn’t know what to make of her, and says as much.
“I just can’t figure you, sith.”
She likes it. Normally anyone who dared call her anything less than ‘my lord’ received a shock for their trouble, but for some reason she likes hearing it from him. They head back to her ship, Xixiu giddy to have a real pirate joining her. Andronikos is stewing quietly, clearly frustrated at the lack of visceral revenge, but she can feel the satisfaction radiating from him.
Jealousy is a strange feeling, it’s not happened to her in a very long time, though as her eyes narrow at how Casey Rix speaks to Andronikos, she feels it simmering. Glaring at the woman’s back as she finally leaves, Xixiu turns her grin on Andronikos and purrs.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make you forget about her real fast.”
Andronikos’ rumbling laugh is her prize, and he nods as they head for the ship.
“I have a feeling we’re going to make a great team.”
They are heading to Alderaan next, and once the course is set there is not much to do. Andronikos has taken to standing on the bridge, eyes out the windows, watching. Xixiu had grown bored of reading to Khem. She didn’t know if he even listened to her rambling off news, random facts, and historical articles. It helped her to read, it had been a few years…
Now Xixiu was sitting on the bridge, her feet propped up and toes wiggling through the holographic projection of the galaxy. Her big toe pokes the core and she makes a quiet explosion sound. Andronikos had been watching her, and that pulls a quiet laugh from him.
“What are you doin’, sith?”
She looks over at him, her wild black hair in further disarray, falling haphazardly around her horns.
“I’m boooored…”
The pirate just shakes his head, a smirk still on his lips. His very attractive lips, Xixiu is staring, and she thinks Andronikos knows it.
“Don’t you sith have things to do like, being spooky?”
She laughs and flops her feet down onto the ground, standing to twirl around the bridge slowly, her voice petulant.
“And who is there to be spooky for? Khem may as well be a rock, and you aren’t afraid of me.”
Andronikos watches her, that tight black dress not hiding one bit of her curves and as she moves, he’s getting a front row seat.
“I don’t think you want me to be afraid of you, sith.”
Xixiu stops abruptly, her hair and dress swaying before they too fall still. He meets her eyes, and that shark grin is back, only emphasized by her sharp teeth. Andronikos might be stupid for it, but he keeps staring right in her eyes, his lips pulling into a smirk.
“Mm no, fear isn’t what I want you to feel when you look at me, pirate.”
Andronikos has to check that she didn’t shock him, the spark he feels between them has got to be some force shit. He supposes he could just be horny, but Xixiu has a contemplative look on her face as she watches him.
“Do let me know if you need any equipment before we reach Alderaan, you will be joining me.”
She skips out of the bridge to do who knows what, and Andronikos just watches her go. Yeah, Andronikos is screwed.