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09.09.2012 , 03:46 PM |
Miriah and Corso, of course. No spoilers, short (476 words)
It was the middle of the night, and Miriah was unable to sleep. She and Corso were locked in a small room on Taris, “For your protection” the soldier claimed. She was frustrated and slightly claustrophobic. She’d been turning this problem over and over in her head. What was she going to do about this man? She couldn’t deny the reaction her body had to him, it was decidedly in the “for” column. It had been far too long since she’d enjoyed a physical relationship. And that was part of the problem.
Despite her reputation, she’d only known two men. Sure, she’d had occasion to know others, but regardless of what people thought they knew about her, she was careful and didn’t trust easily, if at all. How could you love, even physically, without a degree of trust? She did trust Corso, he’d proven himself time and again. That brought the other problem to the front of her mind. How could she even contemplate a partial relationship with someone who affected her so much? She sighed in the night, the room was stuffy and hot. He deserved more than she could give him, she thought. If there were ever someone she’d consider a full relationship with, it would be someone like him, her brain argued. He only came along to begin with to get his damn blaster back, she thought, so why is he staying? Risha had told her he was crazy about her, but so far, he’d done nothing but get tipsy and ask to court her. How did you even answer that?
She was in the top bunk, being smaller, so she figured she was safe in sleeping in just her underthings. Corso was in the bottom bunk, snoring softly. Okay, she thought, I’m human, I’m attracted. Just having him that close was doing strange things to her. The lazy ceiling fan was stirring only the heat, she thought as she listened to it turn. The droning noise must have lulled her to sleep, because the next thing she saw was his face, as he was shaking her shoulder.
“Captain, wake up. It’s okay, it was just a dream.”
Yes it was, she thought, and you were the star. Her musings before sleep had manifest in her dream, and what he thought were gasps of fear were actually, in her dream, of pleasure. She stared at him, wide eyed, as she processed this.
“Are you alright? Can I do anything?” His concern only confused her more, and she bit her bottom lip. He was just staring at her, and she leaned toward him for their first kiss. He was surprised but quickly adapted, stopping her after only a few seconds and stepping back.
“Not here, not now. Your last first time should be special,” he told her.
Change, she thought, just might be good.
Love is the strongest magic of them all.