The soft touches of cold metal against warm skin were intoxicating, more than someone would think. The feeling of thin metal fingers gliding against the skin of forbidden fruit shouldn't be this tempting, but it was. The soft sounds from her mouth drowned out all of the screams of murder that bounced around in his head, and he loved it. It wasn't supposed to be like this, not with a woman so important to the Count. She was his student, and he was his machine.

It wasn't always like this, at first he hated her, she was everything he was not. But after time, he became obsessed with her, following her around like a guard dog when she was at the Counts estate. More time passed, she slowly but surely warmed up to him, as much as a human could warm up to a mostly-machine Kaleeshi. Soon after his touches stopped being unwelcome to her, she wanted them, but never said it. She became infatuated with the feel of his cold metal fingers touching her bare skin, as well as reaching deep inside of her. This became their secret. If anyone found out about the twisted pleasure they both enjoyed, they would end up dead, and maybe that was exciting to them.

Grievous had her pinned on a box in a storage closet, her clothes laid discarded haphazardly on the floor away from them. Two of his cold metal hands gripped her ankles, holding them high in the air. One hand gripped onto her neck, squeezing slightly, but not enough to hurt her. That was the last thing he wanted. His other hand was inside, he cursed himself for not being able to feel the warmth of her around his metallic fingers, but that soon vanished when he heard her reactions, the soft gasps when he switched pace, the groans when he added more, it was better than killing a hundred jedi.

"Quiet, you don't want anyone to hear you, do you?" He said in a gravely low tone, his fingers working in slow machine movements.