Decisions - #09 - SW:RepCom - Ordo / Besany
Title: Decisions
Pairing: Null Arc 11 - Ordo / Agent Besany Wennen
Fandom: Star Wars: Republic Commando
Rating: PG
Word Count: 211
Theme: #09 - Running Water
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: Everyone has at least one of those brief moments... even hyper intelligent Advanced Recon Commandos.
Edited - 09.20.2008
(Prompt Table)
He woke to the soft ticking of a caf dispenser bubbling to life. The gentle aroma of caffa beans mixed with an unidentified blend of exotic spices wafted past his nose. It tingled, but he resisted the powerful urge to sneeze. Instead, he blinked the sleep from his eyes and shifted slightly, mind whirling with activity despite his grogginess moments earlier. Where was he?
The warm body beside him shifted and brought his attention to the well-used couch he currently rested on. A blanket obscured his view, but the shock of platinum blond hair was enough of a hint.
Ordo froze. His mind scrambled and he recalled an artery clogging dinner-by-delivery, followed by a strangely informative, yet mind-numbingly dull, holovid featuring one corrupt law firm or some other… and then he woke to the scent of caffa.
Unsure of what to do, his fingers twitched over the rough material as he reassessed the situation. From the way they stretched out over the couch-one that suddenly seemed too small for the both of them-he ascertained it would be nigh impossible to extract himself from her grasp without disturbing her. He held some reservations over waking her, though unsurprisingly, he did not want to leave.
It was a simple decision, really.
Pairing: Null Arc 11 - Ordo / Agent Besany Wennen
Fandom: Star Wars: Republic Commando
Rating: PG
Word Count: 211
Theme: #09 - Running Water
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: Everyone has at least one of those brief moments... even hyper intelligent Advanced Recon Commandos.
Edited - 09.20.2008
(Prompt Table)
He woke to the soft ticking of a caf dispenser bubbling to life. The gentle aroma of caffa beans mixed with an unidentified blend of exotic spices wafted past his nose. It tingled, but he resisted the powerful urge to sneeze. Instead, he blinked the sleep from his eyes and shifted slightly, mind whirling with activity despite his grogginess moments earlier. Where was he?
The warm body beside him shifted and brought his attention to the well-used couch he currently rested on. A blanket obscured his view, but the shock of platinum blond hair was enough of a hint.
Ordo froze. His mind scrambled and he recalled an artery clogging dinner-by-delivery, followed by a strangely informative, yet mind-numbingly dull, holovid featuring one corrupt law firm or some other… and then he woke to the scent of caffa.
Unsure of what to do, his fingers twitched over the rough material as he reassessed the situation. From the way they stretched out over the couch-one that suddenly seemed too small for the both of them-he ascertained it would be nigh impossible to extract himself from her grasp without disturbing her. He held some reservations over waking her, though unsurprisingly, he did not want to leave.
It was a simple decision, really.