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weapons off my
fucking body?
    As far as he could see no
one was present, but every hair on his body was standing on end, and he wanted
a fucking weapon in his hands, now.  He moved to the desk in a blur of speed
that he was known for.  When he got there, she was suddenly sitting on his desk. 
The com he was reaching for was pushed back to the far corner of his desk,
behind her completely relaxed form.  His sword lay across her crossed legs, his
knife beside the electronic null sitting by her right knee.  She was moving her
fingers over the sword in her lap admiringly.  She raised those purple eyes to
his face and smiled.  “Nice sword.”
    There were a lot of
things he was expecting.  She was not it.  “You’re not human.”
    She shrugged those
deceptively fragile shoulders.  “My mother was human.”
    “And your father?”
    “Wasn’t.”  She smiled
bigger, the teasing light in her eyes confusing the fuck out of him.  Is she
here to kill me, or isn’t she?
    “You want to tell me how
you did that?” he asked, in case he lived through this, because not knowing
would drive him out of his damn mind.  Of course, if he was dead he wouldn’t
give a fuck.
    She shrugged, but he
caught a flash of cold behind the smile.  “Which part?”
    “All of it,” he said on
the snarl he could not suppress.  “Let’s start with how you got on the Jupiter and go from there.  I know how you got out of your suite, I saw the sensor
malfunction report.”
    Her eyes widened in quick
surprise.  “That was fast,” she muttered.  She looked him up and down, her eyes
frankly admiring.  “You already know I came in through the oxygen return.”  She
tilted her head.  “Not many would have realized I was in the room, let alone
how I came to be here so fast, and you move even faster than you think, which
is saying something.  Are you sure you are fully human?”
    He shrugged with a
nonchalance he didn’t feel.  “You never know, do you?  We humans are adaptable
if nothing else.”  Since she didn’t seem in any hurry to kill him, he relaxed
his stance marginally and sat his ass on the chair before his desk.  It put
them at eye level to each other, close enough that if she wanted to she could
lean forward and kiss him, or skewer him with his own sword.  But he held the
thought only for a minute.  If she wanted him dead, she could have done it when
she was close enough to take his weapons without him feeling a fucking thing. 
Since he wasn’t dead yet, the look of her sitting in skin-tight leather holding
his sword across his desk was . . . distracting.  And because he was a fucking
moron, his dick decided to harden in a less than subtle display she was not
likely to miss, especially when her eyes were already trailing like hot
lavender velvet over every inch of him.
    She blew out a hard
sigh.  “I had hoped our response to each other had been Lo playing his game.” 
She licked her lips and met his eyes, hers overly bright and almost shining
with need.  “But it wasn’t him, was it?”
    This time it was Jackson’s
turn to study her.  “You came here to find out?  Cordan didn’t send you to kill
me?”
    She blinked, and the fire
banked in favor of surprise.  Then she laughed, and a fucking dimple winked at
him, which had him doing a double take.  “Kill you?  That’s the last thing you
need to worry about.”  She caught the serious look in his eye and blinked,
losing the smile once again, and damn him if he didn’t want it back.  She
cleared her throat.  “I suppose I can see why you might jump to that
conclusion.”  She picked up his sword and presented it to him hilt first.  When
he took it, she did the same for the knife at her knee, and then she switched
off the com null.
    Her eyes flickered when
he pushed the com at his waist, but she didn’t try to stop him. 
    “Yes, captain?” came over
the room clear.
    “Any trouble?”
    He kept his eyes on the
woman, but was not really