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10.19.2012 , 06:07 AM |
Title: Sex and the Wookie
Miriah and Bowdaar, ~600 words, no spoilers
“I do not understand the human version of mating.” That statement made Miriah glance at the huge wookie sitting across from her in the cantina.
Not enough tequila on the planet to make me explain THAT
, she thought. She remained silent, hoping the question would fade into the darkness of the Tatooine night. Bow looked around at all the inhabitants of the cantina, which were largely human, and sighed. “On my homeworld, it was a great honor to bear young and grow the clan. The humans I have encountered in my travels have exhibited strange behavior in regards to this. Some wish it, some actively avoid it. Then there is you, Captain.”
OH, stars, no
! She raised her glass at a passing service droid and it was promptly refilled. She downed it as a shot and received another before looking at her companion. “I’ll probably regret this, but what about me?”
“You have very strong feelings for our Mantellian friend, almost as strong as those he has for you, yet you do not act upon them. Why do you reject a genetically acceptable male who would grow your clan?” He took another swig of his ale, and looked at her expectantly, waiting for an answer.
“Bow, humans have all these things that they learn and see as they mature, that mold their behavior patterns in regard to pretty much everything, including love. Humans mate as they choose, and it often has nothing to do with procreation.”
And that’s as far as I’m going with that
. Bow, however, just sat, waiting for her to continue. She sighed, finished her drink and requested another. “I don’t know,” she told him. “I…have had things happen to me in the past, that make me wary of attachments to others.”
Why, oh why, didn’t I ask Risha to come along for this mission? Why did Corso make sure he wasn’t available?
“When he does not have nightmares, he dreams of you, you know.” The wookie shifted to view the entire cantina, and noticed the men who would have liked to approach the tiny female but were reluctant to cross his huge form to do so. “I have heard you cry at night as well. Why do you not accept that he could be a good mate? He is strong and loyal, a good fighter, and is of the correct age.” Miriah laughed, mostly at herself, and mostly to keep from crumbling in a heap in front of one of her crew.
“It’s not him, at all, Bow. It’s me. I.. can’t have the same feelings he has, can’t be what he wants. I’d only hurt him eventually, and I value having him in our crew too much to do that.”
“So, you would sacrifice a mate to have a crew that works well together? I do not understand.” She shook her head,
I don’t know how to make this different. It wouldn’t work, I would break his heart, then I’d never see him or hear that voice again, and that would destroy me.
She raised her glass at the service droid again, but the large harry paw Bow extended covered her hand and drew it down.
“Let us go, Captain. The crew will be expecting us soon.” His captain had consumed great quantities of her beverage of choice, and he wanted to get her safely to the spaceport. He growled at an approaching male, who turned quickly and walked away. They made their way to the ship, Miriah weaving only slightly, and he sighed in relief when the airlock door shut firmly and the lock engaged. She is a good person, he thought, but I still do not understand her reasoning. They each went to their quarters, Miriah stopping for water on the way to hers. She saw the subject of their discussion, stretched out on the long sofa in the lounge, sleeping soundly.
“When he does not have nightmares, he dreams of you, you know.”
She carried that thought with her to her own bed, where she tossed and turned on the sharp point of it.
Love is the strongest magic of them all.