(Regret? ahahA, don't know her. I also don't know how strip clubs work. So fuck.)
(Pairing: Kit Fisto x Plo Koon)
(Satan_Incarnate_666)

The Red Star; a bar that had loud music pumping out and lights flashing everywhere. The smell of cologne, perfume, alcohol, and sweat washed off in a wave, hitting the Jedi's senses with a quick slap. Adjusting the casual clothes he wasn't quite used to, Plo stepped inside. He looked for the Nautolan he loved so, surprised by the almost scandalous sight before him. A stage was set, lights dancing around the bare golden poles, along with multiple consumers dressed with clothes that exposed a great deal of skin. The Jedi felt overdressed now, but continued looking for Kit. He couldn't see his partner anywhere, confused. Kit wasn't the type to play a prank on him, so why suggest this bar without showing? Perhaps he was just late...after all, it was far and casual clothes were needed.

"Plo Koon?" A voice suddenly broke the silence, making the surprised Kel Dor jump in alarm. It would be almost expected to be recognized yet it was still a nerve-racking experience. "The show is about to start, I suggest taking your seat." The employee gave a kind smile, but the Jedi was baffled briefly. Did Kit reserve seating for them, would he be there? Deciding to act like he knew exactly what the employee was speaking about, Plo nodded. He followed with quick glances around for his partner, still finding a heart ache of none. He noticed the seat was close to the stage, almost connected to it. There was only one seat, which was strange.

Some lights dimmed, the regular music being replaced with a slower, heart punching beat. Plo tore his eyes off the stage to look around, spotting Kit across the room. He was about to call out when the room became completely dark. He couldn't see his lover any longer, no matter how hard he strained. The lights came on and it took a lot of self restraint not to gasp at the sight now before him.
Kit was back in his sights, except on the stage, sitting on his knees. Glitter covered his exposed skin, including the skin that was covered by sheer fabric. Plo could only see a black shirt, lace covering the bottom of it and the sleeves. It was a proper shirt length but absolutely see through. The Jedi swore his heart stopped at the flirty wink tossed his way.

Then Kit started moving. He was so fluid, body moving like the embodiment of sin. The music was more of the accompaniment to Kit than he was to it, lights making the almost excessive amount of glitter on the other Jedi's body look ethereal. Plo felt breathless, damn near fainting when Kit's body turned towards him, head soon following. With every beat, the dancing Jedi seemed to slide closer to where Plo was seated. The masked Jedi could now see the lace gloves on Kit's hands, as well as a familiar smirk playing across the lips he ached to feel against any part of his skin. Heat fully soaked his body at the sight of his partner tugging the gloves off with his teeth, the sharp gentleness of the movement memorizing. The music and the crowd didn't seem real anymore, as if this was just a show all for Plo himself. He was gladly drinking up the seductive sways and turns his partner fluidly performed.

Kit had the familiar facial expression of complete focus, yet playful looks and smirks were almost constantly thrown towards Plo. Sweat made the glitter glide down his body, more focus hardening his gaze. The end of the song was approaching, Plo on the edge of his seat. As the final heart pounding beat sounded, Kit was back on his knees. But it wasn't like the starting pose; it was a position that was rather familiar to Plo. Head tilted slightly up, hands resting on his thighs, eyes closed. Even at a distance, the masked Jedi could see the acted bliss plastered across his lover's face. The room erupted in applause, Kit standing and grinning at everyone before sending a wink to Plo. The room went dark, the usual music soon playing yet again. A hand touched the Jedi's shoulder, the lights coming on to reveal it's owner.

Kit.

Plo nearly stopped breathing at the close up sight of his lover, gently placing a hand over the one on his shoulder. Kit leaned down, pressing a subtle kiss on Plo's neck before whispering heart racing words that no music could drown out.
"You seem a bit...bothered, darling. Do you want me to take care of you~?"
Without even a single thought of how this could end or what other surprises awaited him, Plo nodded. He could see Kit's grin, the Jedi pulling his lover to his feet with a low hum. The blur of events that took place could be summed up as Plo being lead out of the club by Kit, and the couple walking to a hotel for the night.

The second their room door was locked was when the Kit Plo knew seemed to come out again. Slightly shy when it came to intamacy, yet still eager. It was adorable to see the confident demeanor drop into the one Plo knew and loved so sweetly. Chuckling, the Jedi gently cupped his lover's cheek, the other hand gently gripping his waist.
"I suppose I'll be taking care of you tonight, darling..."