She went to the bar and took a seat next to him. "Alderaanian wine please." She turned to him and smiled slightly. "I remember you."
Maul finally recognized her. "Ishara, right?" She nodded. He smiled, remembering how close he brought her to the edge. He wondered if he could repeat it. Looking her up and down, "No robes tonight?"
She gave him a devastating smile then. "I'm off tonight. No meditation, no training." Her voice softened a bit. "Just indulgence." She leaned closer to him. "I still remember that night, you know." She put her hand over his, the heat seeping through his leather gloves.
He smiled a predatory grin. "Do you?" Her perfume was soft, intoxicating.
"Of course." Her fingers were stroking his hand, moving slowly into his sleeve. "You opened many new doors for me."
"Really? Your master did not disapprove?"
"Oh he did," she said, "but then the damage was done, so to speak. And once the doors were opened."
"All I needed to do." She turned his hand over.
"Was step inside." Her hand moved across his palm.
He lowered his gaze to her hand. "What are you doing?"
"Indulging," she answered, sliding her fingers into his sleeve, gently searching. They stroked his wrist, moving slowly upward until she felt the hem of the glove. She slowly slid her fingertips into his glove and peeled the leather off his hand.
For the first time, he was off-balance. The touch of her hand on his, revealing his bare skin to her soft fingers, left him breathless. She pulled his glove off gently, taking it and sliding it seductively on her other hand. Then stroking his bare palm with light fingertips, "I remember how these felt, strong, hot even through my tunic." She licked her lips then, breathing her next words.
"I wanted to know how they'd feel on my skin." She caught his hand in hers and raised it to her lips. Her words were warm on his skin.
"Bare." She pressed a kiss into his palm.
"Powerful." Another on his fingertips.
"Dangerous." She slid his finger into her mouth.
His breathing came in shallow breaths as she swirled his finger with her tongue. She pulled away then, raking his skin with her teeth before letting his hand fall away. She smiled knowingly and took her wineglass. Dipping her finger into her drink, she traced his lips lightly with her wine-covered fingertip.
"I dreamt of you for days, touching me, stroking me, kissing me." She pulled her hand away as his tongue snaked out to taste her. She smiled and licked her finger, watching his eyelids lower, a soft groan escaping his lips. "You were playing with me that night." He licked the wine from his lips and tried to reach for her. She laughed and stood, sipping her wine. "That wasn't very nice." She stepped closer to him, her eyes dancing now.
He couldn't move. The damned mind trick! She leaned close then, her lips brushing his ear. It afforded him an enticing view down the front of her dress. "And since you were so eager to teach me." She blew gently into his ear, and stroked his cheek with her gloved hand.
"I thought I'd show you what I'd learned." She slid her hand to the nape of his neck and kissed him roughly, savaging his mouth with hers, teasing his tongue with hers. She left him breathless, and pulled away with a predatory smile. She caressed his cheek one last time and then, downing her wine, sauntered off.
Another Jedi entered the bar then, a young man with red-gold hair, thin braid falling over his shoulder. His lightsaber hung from the black leather belt at his waist. He spotted her and smiled. "Sorry I'm late."
Ishara smiled at the Jedi and walked into his embrace, pressing a fiery kiss to his mouth. Her gloved hand slid around his neck in a tantalizing caress.
As you can see, I am a very apt pupil, her voice whispered in Maul's mind. He watched with cold fury as Kenobi led her away into the night.
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