The Care and Handling of Princesses (or other high born women) - Part 2/4 - PG-13
Last time on the tour of how my mind works: Paul Atreides aka Muad'Dib had just left after explaining that, yes, he was married to a princess, but it wasn't like he liked her or anything, ewwww! Princess cooties!
“Okay, who wants to go next?” Solo asked. “Strider, it's been awhile since you've been here, anything to share?”
The man with the scruffy beard and the dirty cloak sat up, “Not too much to say. Arwen's at her mother's home for now. I've been keeping to the north country, no use torturing myself, right?”
There were nods and sounds of agreement from the other men of the circle.
“But I did get a message from Gandalf a few days ago. There's some group of Hobbits, of all things, that he wants me to act as a guide for.” Strider shrugged his shoulders, “It'll give me something to do while I wait.”
“Okay, vary good.” Solo said. “Way to keep positive, picking up a hobby, er... Hobbit to help keep your mind off her.”
Strider leaned back into his chair, “My mind is never off her. She is hunts my dreams.”
“Well, it's a step.” Solo said, “Right guys? A step.”
Some of the other men chimed in, “Yeah, sure, a step.”
“Good, good.” Solo said, “lets keep the ball rolling. Um, Mal?”
Next to Cain Mal stood up, cleared his throat, and squared his shoulders.
“Ah, well... I...”
“Don't be shy Mal.” said the man in white, Obi-Wan that was his name. “We have all gone through this is some form.”
Obi-Wan suddenly brought a hand up to his neck. “What the..?” He brought his hand away to reveal a wad of wet paper. Obi-Wan looked over to the young man in black. “Oh that really mature, Anakin.”
“Bite me.”
“Like I was saying,” Mal continued, “Well it started when 'Nara said she had this friend who was in need of some muscle. Couldn't pay all that much, but... well, I didn't really care 'cus I thought maybe doing this might smooth things twixt us. Zoe thought it was the right thing to do, and Wash is with Zoe, and Jayne stopped carin' 'bout money when he found out it was a group 'a whores that was doing the askin' and that they all would be might thankful for him being there, and...”
“Mal,” Solo cut it, “You and Inara?” he prompted.
“Yeah, well...” Mal started to scratched the back of his head, “Ikindaendupsleepin'withherfreindandshesaidshewasfinewithitbutthenKayleesaidshesawInaracryingandnowInaraisgoingtoleavetheship.” Mal said in one breath, then flopped down into his chair with a sigh.
Cain stared at the man next to him, “What?”
The man with the silver tree uniform tried to hold a laugh back, but couldn't. “You are Nazgûl bait, my friend.”
“It's been a powerful long time since I...” Mal stopped suddenly. “And it's not like she has some objection to sex.”
“But her friend?”
“What do you know about women, Farmir?” Mal shot back. “Eowyn was a pretending to be a guy when you two met.”
“Okay, lets just take a breather here.” Solo stood up. “Farmir, remember we're here to help each other, not laugh at each other.”
“You're right.” Farmir said with a sigh.
Solo turned and looked at Mal, “And Mal,”
“I know, I know, rule four. Words can hurt.”
“Yeah there's that.” Solo nodded, “But what I was going to say was how the hell could you be so stupid!”
Cain started to cough, praying that it would kill the laughter building up in his throat.
“Like you don't have urges?” Mal snapped back.
“Hell yeah I have urges.” Solo said. “There was this one time, Leia and I were trying to fix the Falcon and we're in this tight access way. She's brushing against me and I was so ready, I coulda' just pushed her up against the wall and wrapped her legs...” Solo stopped talking with a gasp and brought his hands up to his throat.
“That's my daughter you're talking about!” Anakin said. Cain looked over to see Anakin holding his hand out like he was trying to crush something. Suddenly Solo dropped to his knee and started to gasp in deep breath of air. “Duly noted.” He croaked out as he crawled back to his seat.
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“Okay, who wants to go next?” Solo asked. “Strider, it's been awhile since you've been here, anything to share?”
The man with the scruffy beard and the dirty cloak sat up, “Not too much to say. Arwen's at her mother's home for now. I've been keeping to the north country, no use torturing myself, right?”
There were nods and sounds of agreement from the other men of the circle.
“But I did get a message from Gandalf a few days ago. There's some group of Hobbits, of all things, that he wants me to act as a guide for.” Strider shrugged his shoulders, “It'll give me something to do while I wait.”
“Okay, vary good.” Solo said. “Way to keep positive, picking up a hobby, er... Hobbit to help keep your mind off her.”
Strider leaned back into his chair, “My mind is never off her. She is hunts my dreams.”
“Well, it's a step.” Solo said, “Right guys? A step.”
Some of the other men chimed in, “Yeah, sure, a step.”
“Good, good.” Solo said, “lets keep the ball rolling. Um, Mal?”
Next to Cain Mal stood up, cleared his throat, and squared his shoulders.
“Ah, well... I...”
“Don't be shy Mal.” said the man in white, Obi-Wan that was his name. “We have all gone through this is some form.”
Obi-Wan suddenly brought a hand up to his neck. “What the..?” He brought his hand away to reveal a wad of wet paper. Obi-Wan looked over to the young man in black. “Oh that really mature, Anakin.”
“Bite me.”
“Like I was saying,” Mal continued, “Well it started when 'Nara said she had this friend who was in need of some muscle. Couldn't pay all that much, but... well, I didn't really care 'cus I thought maybe doing this might smooth things twixt us. Zoe thought it was the right thing to do, and Wash is with Zoe, and Jayne stopped carin' 'bout money when he found out it was a group 'a whores that was doing the askin' and that they all would be might thankful for him being there, and...”
“Mal,” Solo cut it, “You and Inara?” he prompted.
“Yeah, well...” Mal started to scratched the back of his head, “Ikindaendupsleepin'withherfreindandshesaidshewasfinewithitbutthenKayleesaidshesawInaracryingandnowInaraisgoingtoleavetheship.” Mal said in one breath, then flopped down into his chair with a sigh.
Cain stared at the man next to him, “What?”
The man with the silver tree uniform tried to hold a laugh back, but couldn't. “You are Nazgûl bait, my friend.”
“It's been a powerful long time since I...” Mal stopped suddenly. “And it's not like she has some objection to sex.”
“But her friend?”
“What do you know about women, Farmir?” Mal shot back. “Eowyn was a pretending to be a guy when you two met.”
“Okay, lets just take a breather here.” Solo stood up. “Farmir, remember we're here to help each other, not laugh at each other.”
“You're right.” Farmir said with a sigh.
Solo turned and looked at Mal, “And Mal,”
“I know, I know, rule four. Words can hurt.”
“Yeah there's that.” Solo nodded, “But what I was going to say was how the hell could you be so stupid!”
Cain started to cough, praying that it would kill the laughter building up in his throat.
“Like you don't have urges?” Mal snapped back.
“Hell yeah I have urges.” Solo said. “There was this one time, Leia and I were trying to fix the Falcon and we're in this tight access way. She's brushing against me and I was so ready, I coulda' just pushed her up against the wall and wrapped her legs...” Solo stopped talking with a gasp and brought his hands up to his throat.
“That's my daughter you're talking about!” Anakin said. Cain looked over to see Anakin holding his hand out like he was trying to crush something. Suddenly Solo dropped to his knee and started to gasp in deep breath of air. “Duly noted.” He croaked out as he crawled back to his seat.
Comments are love, really. My heart beats a little faster every time I see an e-mail notice.
On to part three!