Not to sidetrack the book review (personally I’d hoped it was going to be an online resource since the HoloNet entries for the game species and such were pruned and then migrated to the character creation screen).
Prompt: Best Day, with a small side order of Xenobiology
Characters: Kirya Bilali (smuggler) and Corso Riggs
Title: Falling
Spoilers for Corso romance, dialog especially. No main smuggler story spoilers.
For chronology purposes, this occurs in Kirya’s story prior to
An Awkward Reunion. Sometime in early-middle Smuggler Act 2; I don’t have that timeframe filled out all that specifically for Kirya.
Kirya inhaled the sweet yellow wine’s bouquet and nestled up to Corso, enjoying the warm feel of his skin. He kissed her shoulder, “I wish it could be like this forever,” he said, taking a sip of the wine.
She shifted to her back, looking up at him, her head resting on his left arm, “In bed with a Twi’lek woman?” a mischievous grin on her face, “I can imagine.”
He drained his glass and reached over her to set it on the tray beside the bottle, “No, with you,” he said, resting his hand gently on her ribs, “until we’re both old and grey.”
Tears filled her eyes, and Kirya blinked them away. Corso was hopelessly in love. She could tell by the look on his face. She’d seen it in the mirror once. Long ago, when she was too dumb to know better. Corso was nice. Corso was sincere. Corso was supposed to be a fling, nothing more.
She drank off the rest of her wine as well, and held the glass tight to her chest. She knew Corso was looking at her, but she couldn’t bear to meet his gaze, “Twi’lek women don’t go grey, you know,” she said, holding the tremor out of her voice, “we just get all wrinkly and saggy.”
Corso leaned over her so she couldn’t avoid him. He moved his hand up into more intimate territory, “Until we’re both all wrinkly and saggy, then.”
She knew he was much more than just a fling. Had been for some time now. Kirya let go the glass and reached around the back of his head. She grasped a handful of his thick, ropy hair and pulled him down to her. She kissed him, tasting the sweet wine on his lips and mouth. Corso returned her kiss eagerly, his one arm still beneath her head and the other laid loose on her body. She broke the kiss with a gasp, “I can think of better things to do with those lips than talk.”