Now this .. this was something Lillian could get behind. The dancing, the atmosphere – the chance to rile the smuggler up and snag a target at the same time. Never him, though. No matter how high the bounty on Han’s head, Lillian would never take the contract. He had effectively saved her life when they first crossed paths. A debt she intended to pay back somehow. If never taking the bounty on him was the only way to repay the favor, so be it. Besides, he was entertaining ; even if he could easily get on her nerves.
Hearing him react to her statement caused the hunter’s ego to boost a small degree. With an inward smirk, she tried to keep her face stoic. Yet, that twinkle of desire in her eyes gave it all away. Feeling him slide his hand lower, the brunette rested her arms on his neck ; effectively closing the distance between them just a little more.
A shiver ran down her spine as lips ghosted against her jaw, a small intake of air giving her away. “I already know what I want, darlin’. More worried you won’t be able to handle me,” she whispered, voice carrying a seductive tone.
She knew how to wield her femininity like a weapon ; how to push all the right buttons. “So, if I were you,” she mimicked, eyes scanning the room for her target, “I’d think about that. What things would be like.”
Distance shortening, Han’s lips briefly curled into their usual smirk. The game between them wasn’t solely in his head ; it was real. &&OH, did he plan to use that to his advantage. That short intake of air, to Han it might as well echoed against the wall of the vast, extravagant room. Her words did more to him than he would have thought. Desire surged through his veins, muscles tensing as he tried to keep his composure. He was a WANTED man, the last thing he needed to do was to gain everyone’s attention.
Eyes alight with a mischievous charm, he pulls away, hazel irises taking her in, purposefully pausing on each && every curve before lips tug up into a smirk. “Oh, I could handle ya well, sweetheart. Better than ANYONE else.” Tone law, drawled out so no one else could hear. Digits trace over the soft skin of her back, the dress revealing just enough to draw attention, to tease him&& practically anyone else.
“Y’know, I’ve never been that great at thinkin’.” The smuggler can’t help but quip, hands tantalizing her as he draws away completely, shuffling once step back. “I’m better at doin’.” A nod, his smirk only widens, the man having the audacity to wink. “Shame it can’t happen, ain’t it?? Yer probably REAL busy n’all.” He continues, pushing every nerve, turning on his heel && walking to the drink table. He’d definitely need one after that.
