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07.29.2012 , 10:03 AM |
This started out to be Discovery but turned into a little bit of Family. Female Trooper Maura with Aric.
Maura stretched lazily, the ship’s internal lighting controls signaling early morning. As she stretched, her foot met the solid presence of muscled leg, which only twitched in response. She looked over her shoulder, a little surprised to see Aric still there. He usually was so concerned about the rules and anyone knowing they were together that he made plans to be gone back to the crew quarters by now. She smiled and shifted toward him, still facing the door, when he grabbed her and drew her against him.
“Hey, what’s this?” he growled softly, his voice raspy from sleep. He traced his finger along the tattoo on her shoulder. “I didn’t see this before, but then again, we usually don’t have a lot of lighting.” She laughed at his observation.
“Yes, I’ve had that a long time now.” She didn’t offer any further explanation, but he persisted.
“I know you’d never get a tattoo that didn’t mean something, Maura.” He moved to sit up, “but if you don’t want to talk, I’ll..” He was stopped by her arms around his shoulders, pulling him back to her.
“It’s just a tat, Aric, nothing more. Something my sisters and I did a very long time ago. Now, we’re awake early, I’m sure we can figure out something better to do than talk.” She smiled at him, then frowned as he pulled away.
“Why can’t I know you, Maura? I thought this,” gesturing between them, “was more than just fun.”
She sighed, “It IS more than just fun, but we have so little time together as it is…” She put her head on his shoulder. “It’s really kinda silly, now, and I’d forgotten it was there for the most part.” She took a moment to gather her thoughts. “I told you my father is dead, right?” He nodded, waiting for her to continue. “He was a Jedi, a poetic soul who wrote things in his journal that were so beautiful, they’d make my sisters and me cry. He was killed on Coruscant, months before my youngest sister was born.” Here she sat up, pulling the sheet to cover her. “He wrote this poem, about the stars in the sky and how his stars weren’t in the sky but appeared in miniature form, smiling at him over a meal every day.” She reached back and let her fingers graze the ink on her left shoulder. “Thus the stars, three of them. One for each of us. My older sister’s is the largest, the yellow one. Mine is in the middle, the blue one, and my younger sister’s is the purple one. She never knew him, and it haunts her to this day. We got these tattoos, all identical, the day I left for the academy.”
Maura hadn’t thought about the tattoo or her sisters in quite a while. They all had separate lives, and it wasn’t unusual for months to go by without them talking, but just now, telling Aric about them, she felt ashamed that she’d been distant.
She got up to dress, and Aric watched her, silent. She turned to brush her hair when she felt him behind her, taking the brush from her hand and running it down the russet waves himself. “ I know how protective you can be, Major, but your sisters need no protection from me. I want to know you, and your family. “ He kissed her shoulder, where the tattoo now lay under cortosis weave.
They were very late for morning formation.
Love is the strongest magic of them all.