Lunch Under Cover - #08 - SW: RepCom - Ordo / Besany
Title: Lunch Under Cover
Pairing: Null Arc 11 - Ordo / Agent Besany Wennen
Fandom: Star Wars: Republic Commando
Rating: PG
Word Count: 486
Theme: #08 - Don't Touch Me
Comm: 30_distractions
Disclaimer: This is a non-profit, amateur effort not intended to infringe on the rights of any copyright holder. Characters belong to their respective owners.
Summary: Somehow, he had a feeling this simple gesture meant more than he had originally assumed.
(Prompt Table)
Over the span of his brief life, Ordo had learned a good many things, mostly skills he knew he’d utilize in the future. Helpful. Reliable. Informative. Many life-saving. A few regarded social interactions.
None seemed to apply to his current predicament.
“Dessert?” she offered with a genuine smile as she nudged the slice of cake across the diner table.
A simple gesture. Meaningless. Two people well acquainted sharing food to lessen the cost of the bill. The Null had no doubt that the price would be higher than their meal’s equivalent in a different part of the city. Price hikes were inevitable when dining in the so-called classier quadrants of Coruscant.
Not to mention the fluctuating economy all veering precariously on every battle’s outcome across the galaxy.
He bit down on the near-instant urge to refuse-for what reason he wanted to say no, he was not entirely certain-and reminded himself of Trooper Corr, the nice, compliant, calm, obedient soldier.
The situation made him uncomfortable. This… woman made him uncomfortable. She watched him expectantly. Ordo had found himself cornered.
First name basis. Trooper Corr hesitated on that little detail. He remembered.
The Null met her eyes and offered a small smile. “Thank you…” He hesitated, though out of good acting skills, or his own reluctance to say her name, he didn’t know. “Besany.”
Supervisor Wennen reached across the table to pat his gloved hand.
He very nearly jerked out of her grasp. Even through the gauntlet he could feel her touch-it left a tingle and a distinct sensation over his skin that oddly felt as though he had been scorched.
Only through years worth of discipline had he managed not to react-to do so would blow his cover, though he did briefly consider fleeing the situation in a rapid yet controlled manner. Unfortunately, the suppressed reaction resulted in a muscle spasm that reached up from his fingers to painfully tighten in the back of his neck. That hurt. His teeth grit together so tight he could hear them creak inside his skull.
Thankfully her expectant and lightly amused expression didn’t change. She hadn’t caught it.
The Null drew in a shallow breath and relaxed long enough to take a bite. The sickly sweet concoction of cream, sugar, and fruit melted over his tongue-it was almost enough to soothe his nerves completely.
“You’re welcome,” she said, still carefully watching him. “I hope you like it. It’s a bit too sweet for me.”
Another embarrassed smile worked its way over his lips as he took another bite. Somehow, he had a feeling this simple gesture meant more than he had originally assumed. It felt… important, despite being an incredibly miniscule act in comparison to the rest of the galaxy. It was, in a way… intimate.
Irregardless, it was definitely distracting.
He polished off the cake, and hoped Trooper Corr would not hold this against him.
Pairing: Null Arc 11 - Ordo / Agent Besany Wennen
Fandom: Star Wars: Republic Commando
Rating: PG
Word Count: 486
Theme: #08 - Don't Touch Me
Comm: 30_distractions
Disclaimer: This is a non-profit, amateur effort not intended to infringe on the rights of any copyright holder. Characters belong to their respective owners.
Summary: Somehow, he had a feeling this simple gesture meant more than he had originally assumed.
(Prompt Table)
Over the span of his brief life, Ordo had learned a good many things, mostly skills he knew he’d utilize in the future. Helpful. Reliable. Informative. Many life-saving. A few regarded social interactions.
None seemed to apply to his current predicament.
“Dessert?” she offered with a genuine smile as she nudged the slice of cake across the diner table.
A simple gesture. Meaningless. Two people well acquainted sharing food to lessen the cost of the bill. The Null had no doubt that the price would be higher than their meal’s equivalent in a different part of the city. Price hikes were inevitable when dining in the so-called classier quadrants of Coruscant.
Not to mention the fluctuating economy all veering precariously on every battle’s outcome across the galaxy.
He bit down on the near-instant urge to refuse-for what reason he wanted to say no, he was not entirely certain-and reminded himself of Trooper Corr, the nice, compliant, calm, obedient soldier.
The situation made him uncomfortable. This… woman made him uncomfortable. She watched him expectantly. Ordo had found himself cornered.
First name basis. Trooper Corr hesitated on that little detail. He remembered.
The Null met her eyes and offered a small smile. “Thank you…” He hesitated, though out of good acting skills, or his own reluctance to say her name, he didn’t know. “Besany.”
Supervisor Wennen reached across the table to pat his gloved hand.
He very nearly jerked out of her grasp. Even through the gauntlet he could feel her touch-it left a tingle and a distinct sensation over his skin that oddly felt as though he had been scorched.
Only through years worth of discipline had he managed not to react-to do so would blow his cover, though he did briefly consider fleeing the situation in a rapid yet controlled manner. Unfortunately, the suppressed reaction resulted in a muscle spasm that reached up from his fingers to painfully tighten in the back of his neck. That hurt. His teeth grit together so tight he could hear them creak inside his skull.
Thankfully her expectant and lightly amused expression didn’t change. She hadn’t caught it.
The Null drew in a shallow breath and relaxed long enough to take a bite. The sickly sweet concoction of cream, sugar, and fruit melted over his tongue-it was almost enough to soothe his nerves completely.
“You’re welcome,” she said, still carefully watching him. “I hope you like it. It’s a bit too sweet for me.”
Another embarrassed smile worked its way over his lips as he took another bite. Somehow, he had a feeling this simple gesture meant more than he had originally assumed. It felt… important, despite being an incredibly miniscule act in comparison to the rest of the galaxy. It was, in a way… intimate.
Irregardless, it was definitely distracting.
He polished off the cake, and hoped Trooper Corr would not hold this against him.