Time of Our Lives - #26 - SW:RepCom - Ordo / Besany
Title: Time of Our Lives
Pairing: Null Arc 11 - Ordo / Agent Besany Wennen
Fandom: Star Wars: Republic Commando
Rating: PG
Word Count: 663
Theme: #26 - Headache
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: There's only so much cleaning to be done in a well kept apartment.
Edited - 09.20.2008
(Prompt Table)
Maria Lutina fluttered her eyelashes as she pressed the back of her hand to her forehead, flicked her long red lekku over her shoulder, sobbed prettily, and then flung herself into the large, testosterone fueled chest of her boyfriend’s brother’s twice removed uncle’s step son’s best friend. Then she pulled back, stared into the man’s eyes-what was his name: Limo? Lumi?-and leaned in for what would inevitably be portrayed as a mind-shattering kiss. Suddenly the loft’s door blew open and in walked her boyfriend, the unfortunate and short-tempered Rodian.
Holodramas were far more bizarre than Besany expected. And, strangely enough, she almost felt like she was intruding on these people’s lives. But there was only so much cleaning she could manage on so little sleep while her pulse throbbed behind her temples and a certain half naked Null ARC Captain’s eyes burned a hole in her back.
Sleep didn’t come easy most nights.
The culmination of one stressful event after another, after another, in increasingly quick succession only left her bone tired and drained. She was a good girl, once. She liked to believe she still retained that quality. But when incessant thoughts like better them than me, or choice wayward… sensations as a result of Ordo’s obvious possessiveness towards her bounced around inside of her skull, well. Restful sleep became harder to achieve as her morals refused to give her a break.
Oh, she needed one. The heavy bags under her eyes weren’t the only results of sleep deprivation, though they were the most apparent.
The old couch creaked as her Null eased onto the cushion beside her. His arm wrapped around her shoulders gently and she leaned into him.
“Just in time to watch the bride-to-be flee from the groom on her wedding day,” she noted quietly as the holoscreen displayed just that.
“This is…” he trailed off, eyes narrowed in thinly veiled confusion.
“A popular holodrama,” she explained in a vain attempt to be helpful. “Emphasis, of course, on the drama.”
“Of course.” His chest quaked under her hands as he chuckled softly.
At that point her brain chose to notice he was still topless, the waistband of his dark lounge pants loose over his hips… she slammed shut the door to that train of thought. It was easy, the building headache helped. Instead, she willed her scattered thoughts to numb under the influence of the mostly pointless, IQ-melting effect of Coruscant’s favorite “Time of Our Lives.”
She wondered if she ought to grab a painkiller and beat the impending migraine before it started.
And then she opened her eyes to pale sunlight streaming in through the balcony windows, painting her small apartment in soft yellows and oranges. She didn’t remember falling asleep, but the holoscreen was off and a familiar blanket lay crumpled over the lower half of her body. The faint crackling of food cooking in her kitchen, and the smell of something delicious, chased away her confusion. Her stomach rumbled.
Part of her wondered what happened to Maria Lutina-the runaway bride. She then immediately realized she didn’t care.
A mug of caf appeared above her nose. She untangled her hands from the blanket and reached up to take hold of the handle. The hot caf warmed her down to her toes. She closed her eyes in bliss and took another sip.
“Thanks…” Her voice was hoarse, but didn’t crack.
Ordo kneeled by the side of the couch, his own mug held steady between his hands as he watched her. “Did you sleep well?” he asked.
Besany nodded, slowly turning the warm mug in her hands. He was so close…
“Good.” He paused, smiling, and leaned forward to give her a gentle kiss.
Besany fought the urge to smile dreamily like she imagined the holodrama’s star would, followed by a well rehearsed sigh and the rapid stripping of clothing.
“Come on,” said Ordo, oblivious to her perverted state of mind. “I made breakfast. Let’s eat.”
Pairing: Null Arc 11 - Ordo / Agent Besany Wennen
Fandom: Star Wars: Republic Commando
Rating: PG
Word Count: 663
Theme: #26 - Headache
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: There's only so much cleaning to be done in a well kept apartment.
Edited - 09.20.2008
(Prompt Table)
Maria Lutina fluttered her eyelashes as she pressed the back of her hand to her forehead, flicked her long red lekku over her shoulder, sobbed prettily, and then flung herself into the large, testosterone fueled chest of her boyfriend’s brother’s twice removed uncle’s step son’s best friend. Then she pulled back, stared into the man’s eyes-what was his name: Limo? Lumi?-and leaned in for what would inevitably be portrayed as a mind-shattering kiss. Suddenly the loft’s door blew open and in walked her boyfriend, the unfortunate and short-tempered Rodian.
Holodramas were far more bizarre than Besany expected. And, strangely enough, she almost felt like she was intruding on these people’s lives. But there was only so much cleaning she could manage on so little sleep while her pulse throbbed behind her temples and a certain half naked Null ARC Captain’s eyes burned a hole in her back.
Sleep didn’t come easy most nights.
The culmination of one stressful event after another, after another, in increasingly quick succession only left her bone tired and drained. She was a good girl, once. She liked to believe she still retained that quality. But when incessant thoughts like better them than me, or choice wayward… sensations as a result of Ordo’s obvious possessiveness towards her bounced around inside of her skull, well. Restful sleep became harder to achieve as her morals refused to give her a break.
Oh, she needed one. The heavy bags under her eyes weren’t the only results of sleep deprivation, though they were the most apparent.
The old couch creaked as her Null eased onto the cushion beside her. His arm wrapped around her shoulders gently and she leaned into him.
“Just in time to watch the bride-to-be flee from the groom on her wedding day,” she noted quietly as the holoscreen displayed just that.
“This is…” he trailed off, eyes narrowed in thinly veiled confusion.
“A popular holodrama,” she explained in a vain attempt to be helpful. “Emphasis, of course, on the drama.”
“Of course.” His chest quaked under her hands as he chuckled softly.
At that point her brain chose to notice he was still topless, the waistband of his dark lounge pants loose over his hips… she slammed shut the door to that train of thought. It was easy, the building headache helped. Instead, she willed her scattered thoughts to numb under the influence of the mostly pointless, IQ-melting effect of Coruscant’s favorite “Time of Our Lives.”
She wondered if she ought to grab a painkiller and beat the impending migraine before it started.
And then she opened her eyes to pale sunlight streaming in through the balcony windows, painting her small apartment in soft yellows and oranges. She didn’t remember falling asleep, but the holoscreen was off and a familiar blanket lay crumpled over the lower half of her body. The faint crackling of food cooking in her kitchen, and the smell of something delicious, chased away her confusion. Her stomach rumbled.
Part of her wondered what happened to Maria Lutina-the runaway bride. She then immediately realized she didn’t care.
A mug of caf appeared above her nose. She untangled her hands from the blanket and reached up to take hold of the handle. The hot caf warmed her down to her toes. She closed her eyes in bliss and took another sip.
“Thanks…” Her voice was hoarse, but didn’t crack.
Ordo kneeled by the side of the couch, his own mug held steady between his hands as he watched her. “Did you sleep well?” he asked.
Besany nodded, slowly turning the warm mug in her hands. He was so close…
“Good.” He paused, smiling, and leaned forward to give her a gentle kiss.
Besany fought the urge to smile dreamily like she imagined the holodrama’s star would, followed by a well rehearsed sigh and the rapid stripping of clothing.
“Come on,” said Ordo, oblivious to her perverted state of mind. “I made breakfast. Let’s eat.”