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08.04.2012 , 02:18 PM |
Prompt: Guilty Pleasures
Miriah and Corso (again, I know) waiting on ship repairs on Coruscant
Corso was now officially suspicious. Twice now in as many days, he’d walked into a room and Miriah had shut down whatever she was reading on her datapad, quickly and without making any comment at all about it. Not only that, but since they’d been stuck on Courscant, she’d been , for lack of a better word, secretive. What is going on here, he thought. They’d been lovers for a while now, shared quarters and more. But her profession was charm, and he’d been easily distracted from what she was doing, until now. Now, she’d told him she was going out with the “girls” but Risha had just told him she had a date. He didn’t like the feeling of dread he was getting. He didn’t think she was seeing someone else, that wasn’t like her, but he did fear she’d gotten mixed up in something, possibly a dangerous something, and was keeping it to herself.
He was sitting in the lounge when she came out of their quarters, dressed simply but casually. She didn’t have a visible blaster on her, but he knew she wouldn’t venture anywhere without a hold out blaster strapped to her ankle. She’d left her hair down, but that would fit with her cover story about a girl’s night. She leaned down to kiss him, and he felt a little zing of excitement from her. He told her he’d be here if she needed anything, and she hugged him to her. He could feel that she had something on under her clothes, but not what it was. She left him with a smile, and he almost just let her go, but he still felt that dread and knew he would follow her. When she’d hugged him, he’d slipped a tracker in her jacket pocket, a very small one. He’d have to be in fairly close range to pick it up, but he let her get a half hour lead on him, in case she’d doubled back to check that he was still on the ship.
He’d followed her for a while, slipping into the shadows when she stopped to window shop, and once he’d ducked into a cantina when she’d spun in his direction, fearing he’d been spotted. After about an hour the tracker stopped in one spot, but he couldn’t see her. He looked all over the area, getting closer and closer, before he realized she’d left her jacket on a chair in an outdoor café’. Sighing, he picked up the jacket, and on his way back to the ship decided he might as well have a drink. He ducked back into the cantina he’d only briefly visited before and found a tiny booth, placing his order with the droid. He’d just gotten his drink when he heard music start up. He turned his head and noticed the band, starting a set of music. He’d turned back to his drink, wondering if Miriah was okay, when he heard the voice. The vocalist was singing a song about desire, and it was vaguely familiar, but he still didn’t look up until she laughed. He whipped his head around, but the crowd had grown and he couldn’t see the stage now.
He rose, and started to work his way to the stage, knowing in his gut that Miriah was singing. Her smoky, throaty voice was sexy in speech, but mesmerizing in song. By the time the third song started, he no longer needed to see her to know. That was their song she’d started, and when he finally got in sight of her, he realized she was singing it for him. She knew he was there! She found his eyes at the chorus, and never looked away. He was stunned at her voice, he’d heard her vocalize before but never in song. He just watched, stepping closer to the stage as the set continued. When the last note echoed and the crowd erupted in applause, she thanked them and stepped to the edge of the stage to motion him forward.
“This is Phillip, he’s an old friend of mine,” she told him, “and the leader of this band. I’m thankful they let me sing with them sometimes.”
“Thankful?” Phillip said, incredulous. “We make three times the money when you sing, Mir. You’ve got a standing gig with us anytime.” She giggled at that, thanked the other musicians, and made her way back to Corso. He took her hand, and led her to the tiny booth.
“You followed me,” she said, but her expression told him she wasn’t angry. “And, I see, you found my jacket.” She reached in the pocket and removed the tiny tracker, which glowed green. “Why?”
Corso blushed, and stammered, “It’s not what you think, Miriah, I was worried you’d gotten caught up in something that put you in a dangerous situation. You tend to do that, you know. Why didn’t you tell me you liked to sing? And that you’re damn good at it?”
Now it was her turn to blush. “I just do it because it relaxes me. I hate to have anyone I know come to hear me, because that wouldn’t be relaxing.” She looked at her hands, then back to him. “Until tonight, anyway. I enjoyed watching you when I was singing.” He got up and pulled her up, leading her out of the cantina. They took a taxi back to the spaceport, and still they’d not talked, he just held her hand in his. As they went to their quarters, he turned and locked the door.
“Sing, Miriah, just for me,” he told her softly.
I used to sing with a small band, and Miriah has a musical soul.
Love is the strongest magic of them all.