okay with that.”
He showed no reaction to this, just as he hadn’t to her flirting with his lieutenant. “I could use a fighter along, in case of trouble. That is, if you’ve still got the skills. Been a while since you were legit.”
She gave him look for look. “If you’d seen the rough crews I’ve been working alongside, you’d get that my skills are better than they’ve ever been. Have to be, or I’d have been raped a hundred times.” That was the honest truth.
He didn’t look impressed. “We’ll see. Come outside.” He jerked his head toward the open hatch. “You can demonstrate.”
“Fine.” This part would be easy as taking stink from a Bartian.
Darry and the hulking Dalg watched silently as she preceded Darkrunner out onto the gangplank.
She was a few steps down the treads when her right leg was jerked out from under her by a booted foot. She catapulted off the side of the gangplank, headed for the hard, dirty floor of the docking bay below.
Instinctively she tucked, used her momentum to roll in midair and landed on her feet, already whirling in a defensive crouch to face her assailant.
Darkrunner sauntered down the gangplank and faced her, a smirk turning up one corner of his chiseled mouth, his crystalline gaze alight with taunting challenge. The bastard. Scala let the scalding tide of fury burn away the sense of betrayal at his dirty move. They weren’t children, and he wasn’t a schoolyard bully, he was the man she was going to stalk while he stalked other prey.
She faced him, gliding to her left as he moved out to her right. “You get your kicks knocking women around?” she goaded.
He betrayed no irritation or guilt at her contempt, which she didn’t bother to hide. Instead he smiled slowly, white teeth glinting as they circled each other several paces apart, two opponents searching for an opportunity to strike.
“Are you a woman first, or a warrior? I need to know.”
Fine, she wasn’t here to make friends. However, it was going to be all she could do not to kill this smirking asshole.
“”I’ll show you tough,” she promised. “But you pull a blade on me, I’ll feed you your balls—tied up in a bow with those braids of yours.”
“You want to work for me,” he answered, “You’d better be ready for anything that’s dished out—from me, my crew, or the people we’re after. If you’re more interested in me seeing a woman when I look at you, I’ll fuck you if that’s what you want. But then I’ll leave you here. I can get cunt whenever I want it, I don’t need it taking up space on my ship.”
She went in low and fast, before his words had died away. It was an amateur move, and one that he countered easily, his longer male arms already closing around her ... except that she was no longer there. Flipping away to balance on one hand, she took him off his feet with a lightning scissor of her slim, strong legs around his.
As he fell, he rolled, got hold of her jacket and pulled her with him. She used their momentum to keep going, flipping back over his head and sliding out of her jacket to land in a crouch behind him.
He knifed up, and she waited the split second it took for him to get half-way to his feet before taking him down again, hard. This time her legs wrapped around his neck. Pinning him to the ground, she allowed herself a fierce smile of victory. The whole fight had taken only seconds.
“Dirty enough for you, earther?” she asked breathlessly.
“Not bad.” He relaxed and tipped his head back to look up into her face. This close, his pale eyes were shot with streaks of silver, and his mouth quirked in a private smile, just for her. Beguiling, as was the slither of his glossy braids across her thigh, and the heat of him through her thin pants.
“Except for this.” Something hard poked her in the ass, pressing her snug pants into the crevice of her ass, and pulling them tight into the vee of her hips as well. His laser weapon.
He showed no reaction to this, just as he hadn’t to her flirting with his lieutenant. “I could use a fighter along, in case of trouble. That is, if you’ve still got the skills. Been a while since you were legit.”
She gave him look for look. “If you’d seen the rough crews I’ve been working alongside, you’d get that my skills are better than they’ve ever been. Have to be, or I’d have been raped a hundred times.” That was the honest truth.
He didn’t look impressed. “We’ll see. Come outside.” He jerked his head toward the open hatch. “You can demonstrate.”
“Fine.” This part would be easy as taking stink from a Bartian.
Darry and the hulking Dalg watched silently as she preceded Darkrunner out onto the gangplank.
She was a few steps down the treads when her right leg was jerked out from under her by a booted foot. She catapulted off the side of the gangplank, headed for the hard, dirty floor of the docking bay below.
Instinctively she tucked, used her momentum to roll in midair and landed on her feet, already whirling in a defensive crouch to face her assailant.
Darkrunner sauntered down the gangplank and faced her, a smirk turning up one corner of his chiseled mouth, his crystalline gaze alight with taunting challenge. The bastard. Scala let the scalding tide of fury burn away the sense of betrayal at his dirty move. They weren’t children, and he wasn’t a schoolyard bully, he was the man she was going to stalk while he stalked other prey.
She faced him, gliding to her left as he moved out to her right. “You get your kicks knocking women around?” she goaded.
He betrayed no irritation or guilt at her contempt, which she didn’t bother to hide. Instead he smiled slowly, white teeth glinting as they circled each other several paces apart, two opponents searching for an opportunity to strike.
“Are you a woman first, or a warrior? I need to know.”
Fine, she wasn’t here to make friends. However, it was going to be all she could do not to kill this smirking asshole.
“”I’ll show you tough,” she promised. “But you pull a blade on me, I’ll feed you your balls—tied up in a bow with those braids of yours.”
“You want to work for me,” he answered, “You’d better be ready for anything that’s dished out—from me, my crew, or the people we’re after. If you’re more interested in me seeing a woman when I look at you, I’ll fuck you if that’s what you want. But then I’ll leave you here. I can get cunt whenever I want it, I don’t need it taking up space on my ship.”
She went in low and fast, before his words had died away. It was an amateur move, and one that he countered easily, his longer male arms already closing around her ... except that she was no longer there. Flipping away to balance on one hand, she took him off his feet with a lightning scissor of her slim, strong legs around his.
As he fell, he rolled, got hold of her jacket and pulled her with him. She used their momentum to keep going, flipping back over his head and sliding out of her jacket to land in a crouch behind him.
He knifed up, and she waited the split second it took for him to get half-way to his feet before taking him down again, hard. This time her legs wrapped around his neck. Pinning him to the ground, she allowed herself a fierce smile of victory. The whole fight had taken only seconds.
“Dirty enough for you, earther?” she asked breathlessly.
“Not bad.” He relaxed and tipped his head back to look up into her face. This close, his pale eyes were shot with streaks of silver, and his mouth quirked in a private smile, just for her. Beguiling, as was the slither of his glossy braids across her thigh, and the heat of him through her thin pants.
“Except for this.” Something hard poked her in the ass, pressing her snug pants into the crevice of her ass, and pulling them tight into the vee of her hips as well. His laser weapon.
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