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09.27.2012 , 01:16 PM |
Gender bender Quinn.
A universe where Malavai Quinn was born a woman. Also Jaesa is a dude in this universe. Featuring light grey SW Anders, Vette, Miranda Quinn, and Jesse Wilsaam. Why is Jaesa a man? Because, I don't want to subjugate Anders to that much Estrogen.
Miranda Quinn sat in front of the mirror expertly twisting her thick black curly locks into its customary bun. Her fingers moved quickly her face screwed up into a scowl. A pin fell loose and a section tumbled out, she was distracted and she was dangerously close to breaking her own rule. Anders had left her alone for the most part, had kept their relationship professional except for the way he looked at her, and the way he would smile at her. She had begun to dream of him, inappropriate dreams that would cause her to flush when she saw him, which only made him smile more, which deepened the blush, it was a frustrating cycle. More than once now he had caught her staring, she had been able to look away, but even without saying a word he could command her to look him in the eye.
Anders had chosen to take the Padawan Jesse Wilsaam on as his own personal apprentice. The Alderaanie youth had embraced the dark side, though his master tried to temper him, Jesse was wild, intent on experiencing everything, his hungry gaze had mercifully fallen on Vette and not her. He barely acknowledged Miranda’s presence. However it still caused a troubling dilemma.
“Miranda, you have to hide me!” Vette burst in, closing the door quickly behind her. Another pin plinked out of her hair, unmaking the entire bun. Miranda sighed.
“Vette, I have told you on many occasions to call me Captain Quinn, or just Captain, Quinn is also acceptable, I will not abide you calling me by my first…”
“SHHHHHH” Vette ran over to her, covering the flustered Captains mouth with her bright blue hand. Foot fall could be heard outside her quarters. Miranda hoped Jesse would be the last addition to the crew, anyone else would force Vette onto her as a roommate, and the thought of sharing her space with the excitable Twilek made her shudder. Eventually the footfall moved away, Vette released her.
“Thanks girl, I owe you one.” Vette exhaled with relief, “I don’t know how much more I can take Jesse’s cheesy pickup lines. Wow! Has your hair always been this long? What are you doing? You should wear it down!”
“No, it’s impractical, now kindly, leave me…” Miranda’s found her hands being swatted out of her own hair, as Vette started expertly pulling back strands and pinning away. When she was done Miranda stared at her reflection in the mirror, the effect was beautiful, tendrils framed her porcelain face, it was half up, keeping the bulk away from her face, and yet half was also down cascading over her shoulders in an ebony water fall.
“See pretty! Anders will love it!” Vette chirped proudly.
“You think?” Caught up in the moment, examining the change Vette had made with just another style, Miranda let her tongue slip.
“I KNEW IT!” Vette whooped excitedly, and then quickly covered her mouth with her hand, looking towards the door with wide eyes, the women listened for a moment before Vette spoke again.
“I knew you had a thing for Anders, you should make a move because he is totally into you.” She whispered conspiratorially, “and you know, as far as Sith go, he’s a pretty cool guy, yeah he goes a little doom and gloom sometimes, but overall he’s really nice, I mean his eyes are still green and his skin doesn’t do that weird pale veiny thing, so you know he isn’t all bad…”
“I’m requesting a transfer.” Miranda blurted, anything for Vette to stop acting like they were friends. It was also the truth. Anders was too much of a distraction, she hadn’t figured out how she would get passed Baras, but she knew she couldn’t stay. She knew how Sith worked, Baras would eventually see Anders as a threat, it was only a matter of time before he was killed, the idea of losing him in such a way even now, knotted her stomach, and left her mouth dry.
“Wow, that’ll crush him. Miranda, he really likes you, please don’t do this to him.” Vette said brows knitting.
What about me!
Miranda wanted to scream, “I’ll take it under advisement, Vette, now if you’ll excuse me, my shift is about to start.” Captain Quinn stood at the door waiting for Vette to vacate her room, the Twilek gave her a pleading look.
“Can’t I hide out in here? Jesse will never guess to look in here…” She begged.
“No. Out.” Quinn stood at parade rest beside her door, waiting for Vette to leave.
“Fine.” Vette hissed. She looked both ways outside the door, once confident the way was clear she ran down a corridor towards the engine room.
Quinn made her way to the bridge, she flipped on her favorite console and started reviewing the days work. She pulled up the transfer papers, staring at them, willing herself to be strong, it was for the best. Eventually Anders strode in.
“Captain.” He spoke, “You’ve done something.” His eyes were wide, appreciative. He caught himself reaching up to run his fingers through the curls at the bottom of her neck. She didn’t like it when he touched her, or was overly familiar. He was doing his best to respect that. The current between them was unmistakable, he could sense her conflict, though she kept her emotions tightly in check.
Miranda reached up, grasping a long strand of black hair in her hands, she blushed, absently twisting the lock in her fingers. Damn Vette.
“It’s quite becoming, Captain.” Anders murmured, taking a step closer.
“My Lord, thank you for your attention.” Her breath hitched in her throat, now or never. “I must officially request to be reassigned.” She whispered.
“Not going to happen.” His voice low and gravelly.
“My Lord, I must speak freely, then.” She swallowed hard. “I am compromised, thoughts of you have begun to…distract me.” He smiled, but let her continue. “My feelings affect my ability to concentrate.”
Your eyes haunt my dreams, I want to kiss that smile off your lips, I want you to stop me, but I want you to let me go.
“I cannot, in good conscience, continue to serve.” She finished. He scrutinized her, she had to avert her eyes. Then his hand was under her chin, forcing her to look up at him. Miranda was terrified, terrified that he would release her, terrified that he would keep her.
“Is this what you really want Captain?”
“No.” The word came uninvited to her lips, her heart usurping her brain for a treacherous moment.
Anders kissed her, pulling her hard against him, his hands running through her silken ebony hair, his lips and tongue exploring her mouth, her own arms went around his neck pulling him closer, she felt her feet leave the floor as he pulled her off the ground, her body molded to him. The kiss broke, they remained forehead to forehead, each breathing heavily.
“Now, more than just duty and honor will be driving my work.” She whispered breathlessly.
“You’ll see, passion will make you stronger.” Anders nearly growled, still playing with her hair, but not daring to push her further, afraid she would retreat from him again.
“I’m growing open to the idea, my lord.” A promise in her words, she caressed the tattooed side of his face, before pulling away completely.
They both straightened, Anders left the bridge with a happy secret smile on his lips. Miranda Quinn had captured him in a way he could not explain. When he passed by Vette, he caught her up in his arms and twirled her around before hugging her and planting a kiss on her forehead. Leaving her dizzy and giggling.
“Why are you so happy?” She asked, though she knew the answer.
“A happy thing just happened.” Anders pressed Vette’s nose like a button, and left to gather the things they would need for the mission on Taris.
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