Arkad returned Aphra’s sweet kiss but drew back soon after, ‘You are a rogue...’ Arkad laughed and stroked his hand up her thigh over her pants, ‘Lock Ste’lla out of her own home just like that, while she is outside making breakfast for us?’
‘Do not tell me I did not warn you,’ Arkad laughed and leaned in for another kiss. Disentangling from Aphra, he went over to the door and locked them both inside. He turned back to the couch, ‘There, we should be undisturbed—at least for little while.’
‘Cheeky girl,’ Arkad chuckled and closed in on Aphra, stripping off his shirt while he did and revealing his toned and lightly haired torso to her, the pheonix pendant hanging from his neck. He pushed the cute smuggler down on the couch and kissed her lips with passion while his hands roamed her clothed body. His lips soon nibbled her ear and went lower to kiss her neck.
Arkad propped himself up and looked at her, laughing, ‘What? I thought this is supposed to be over in a minute? We only have thrity seconds left.’
‘Your cheekiness is infectious,’ Arkad laughed and took off Aphra’s cap. He dived down to kiss her again while trying to remove her leather jacket.
After few hours Mysa wake up, cover by blanket. And that was all was she have on hersellf but straps and bonds wasn't use to tied her up. She can see Garak with bottle of strange substancion in hands "Good morning. We will arrive for halfhour. You probably feeling weaker right now. Like little baby." He said moving in intresting way his red mouthstache.
Mysa felt groggy, the sleep not having refreshed her like she had thought. She blinked her eyes and rubbed her temples, ‘Aaagh, what’s going on?’ The former Sith lord sat up, holding the blanket in front of her breasts. ‘I feel so damn weak, I thought that drug would help me...’
Garak smile, like he hear good joke, without inform partner. "And it help. For six-seven hours, if I didn't make any mistake in obligation." He show her small bottle, what she could recognise from before rituar. "If you want, I can give you more. Your body is getting used to drug, so now should be less problems."
‘Getting used to the drug? You mean my body is getting addicted to it... don’t you?’ Mysa said, feeling very weak, ‘And conveniently you are the only one who has the fix... keep me nice and obedient?’ Mysa looked at the Sith, uncertainty in her eyes.
Garak have still the same face. "You are realy smart girl, isn't it? You save me from explaining everything to you." He said, leaning for the wall. "But there are plus for you, in that situation Mysa. With that specific, you become more powerfull than before. And don't worry, It won't kill you if you don't take it. Only you will have to spend few mounths in hospital, tied to bed." One of most important part of training, is always leaving way out for prey.
Mysa groaned, holding her thumping head, and winced at Garak’s explanation, ‘Tied to the bed? Why would they need to tie me to the bed if I don’t take the drug?’
"I mean, that you will be too weak to get off the bed. Before you will managed to walk it take a long, sleepless night... And a problems with holding piss." He explained her.
Mysa grimaced, ‘Great... just great.’ She eyed the drug bottle in his hand, her eyes darting between it and Garak’s face, ‘And you will give the drug to me just like that? No strings attached?’
"If you didn't managed to control yourself as taking vial, you will be useless to me. And you will take that by yourself." He put bottle and needle on the bed and get ready to leave the room. "As you see, that room is empty. If you don't hold yourself, that cabin will fall down to space, by defence system."
‘You really thought of everything, huh?’ Mysa said, ‘Fine, I will prove to you that I am not as weak as you think I am.’ The former Sith lord sat up, the blanket falling to her lap. Not caring at her exposure for the moment, she took the bottle and syringe. Filling the syringe with the drug, she took a deep breath and injected it into the pit of her elbow.