Intrinsecum

Nyk asked Niome, "How did you get here?" She felt no reason not to tell him. Nyk already knew she wasn't the average ****. So she told her tale, from the beginning.

"As long as I can remember back, I was a hutt ****. My parents weren't, but since I could walk, I was. I was born on Nar'Shaddaa, to people who came there to lose everything. I was sold for credits, and by age five, I was serving drinks. Then, I was saved. An old hunter who changed his name to Jarek Hathorne soon after shot up the place, killed the Hutt on his throne, and left with my hand in his. We hunted together for a long while, and he taught me the trade as we went." Niome's eyes were distant, but Nyk watched carefully. He seemed entranced.

She continued, after pausing for breath, "We came here after a smuggler. Small time job, since Jarek wasn't exactly well liked after his act of heroism. Little did we know, the Hutts were ahead of us, and it was a trap. Jarek sent me off ahead, and from what I heard went down in a gunfight. He gave me his pistol, and a canteen. Told me to head to Mos Eisley. So I went until I couldn't, and soon enough, I got caught when I couldn't fight back. Spent a day in the black sun's holding pens, and then well, found my way here. Back at the start, I suppose."

Nyk was silent for a moment, nodding slowly. Niome never found Weequay expressive, but he seemed contemplative. He didn't speak for quite a while. Then he asked what seemed like the dumbest question, "What's your name?" She eyed him cautiously a moment, and then answered, "Niome Takan." He nodded, apparently deep in thought, before he gave some information of his own, "The Hutts think you died with him." He let the statement hang in the air for a moment, and Niome wondered exactly what that meant.

Then she stated, "They won't for long. I'll make sure they know what hit them when I finally get out of here. They'll pay for what they did to me, like they did before." She sounded more emotional then than she had all night, genuine anger. Nyk didn't seem bothered by it. He told her plainly, "I wish I still had your fire. Unlike you though, I'm not a contract killer. I couldn't get out of this hole, as much as you can't. I'll tell you what though. I'm in, whatever you need to get out of here, and I'll find a way to make it happen. I probably can't help the others, but you have a chance."

Niome smiled, a smile of genuine gratitude. She had a way out, and she owed the Hutt cartel a body or two. Nyk spoke with a hint of lightheartedness, "Don't get so excited yet girly. You aren't out yet. We've still got work to do. You can spend the night here, and I'll have you back in your cell by tommorow morning for head count." Niome nodded, smile failing to fade. Nyk grinned right back. He asked consolingly, "You want to hit the hay? I'll give you the bed." Niome shook her head, "I've slept enough today." Nyk nodded, and inquired, "You play Sabacc?" Niome answered, "I've heard of it." She knew the game though, and knew it well. She joined him at the holotable.

A few hours later, a few open liquor bottles crowded the playing space. Niome played a good game, and Nyk fought his hardest to keep up. By now they had some tough competition. Her tricks having become somewhat predictable with repetition. Nyk took another chip, and Niome threw her hands up in surrender, "I'm out of practice. Should've called it when I saw it." The way she spoke, it was obvious she was not sober. Nyk seemed to handle his drinks better, and he'd had a few less. He dealt another hand, glancing up to find the bounty hunter simply staring at him. Her expression was blank, but her eyes were full of thought. He finished dealing, and observed his hand. Niome snapped out of her trance only to sit back in her chair. She crossed her arms, speaking far away from the game at hand, "You know, when I got here, I had the impression you'd make my life shit. I figured my life would be shit since I got shot down." She was overly loud, cool composure lost to the drinks. She continued, "But now, I think I might actually like you." She simply stared at him. Nyk set down his cards, but his expression was unreadable. He eyed her carefully. She continued her impromptu rant, "I think I actually might love you." He knew she was drunk.

Niome abruptly pushed herself onto her feet. The hours had worn her weakness down to nearly nothing, but she swayed dizzily. Her lithe legs barely supporting her wobble. Nyk stood to make sure she didn't hurt herself. If he was being honest with himself, he was infatuated with her. He excused her overindulgence on the nightmare that was the day. He moved to steady her, but abruptly, the bounty hunter threw herself at him. His gut told him to dodge, but he moved to catch her. Thankfully for his sake, he was right, and rather than an eye gouging, he found himself in her embrace. Niome held onto him tightly, mind filled with grief, and newfound enthusiasm. She felt like everything might be alright in his embrace.

He stood about a foot over her, and rested his chin on her head. She could feel something bulging against her abdomen from within his pants. She herself was filled with butterflies. She spoke muffled into his chest, voice almost teary, "I want you to sleep with me. I want to pretend that damned lizard never happened. I want you to be my real first time." Nyk was silent, he seemed to be a slow thinker. In reality, he was hesitating. He answered, clearly concerned for her, "You're still not fully healed Niome. I don't want to hurt you." Her reply was swift, and impulsive, "I don't care. Nothing could hurt worse than what that Trandoshan did. I want you to take me, but this time do it right. On my terms." She sounded like she might cry. Nyk was truly tempted. If he was gonna get away with what he planned, then he might not get another chance. He decided to indulge her, and himself at least one last time. So he did.

He said simply, "I can't resist," and in one fell swoop, he undid her towel, and let it fall to the floor. He pressed into her bare chest, and carried her by her rear towards the rear. Niome encircled him with her legs, and kissed him on the lips as he brought her to rest. On the bed she laid, and watched Nyk lazily. Her nipples stood erect, and her womanhood tingled. The Weekquay stripped. He was muscular under his drab suit. He watched his conquest tentatively, the delicate contours of Niome's face, the oh so enticing tight mounds of her breasts, and the delicate crease between her legs. Her eyes were glassy, and clouded. Her expression was absent, but in it Nyk saw desire. He practically leapt upon her.