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dizzy_land2007-10-15 10:36 pm
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dsfklmvclkbmakdkjssvkrnh... aka The Morning After
((backdated to the day following Talk Like A Pirate Day. Closed to Fett and Sunshine, of course))
It wasn't quite dawn when Fett stirred on the floor of the Gallery. The problem was instantly registered (the way any change in his environment was bound to do) - weight and heat at his side, where nothing should be. He moved impossibly fast, reached for his rifle only to find that it wasn't there.
His eyes were open and his mind was firing, preparing him to spring to his feet so he could make tactical assessments of the area, but then it wasn't a threat or a stranger, then it -
Sunshine.
Sunshine on his makeshift bed, on the floor next to him.
Sunshine without any clothing on. At all. Not a scrap. And...
Yes. Him too.
He held his breath.
And the fuzzier part of his brain, the part he had been fighting off since semi-consciousness, came to the frontline and made itself violently known.
It... it wasn't... what in the name of the Vader's incinerated corpse had happened?
Surprisingly, Fett did what any man would do in his current situation: he sat up and attempted to extricate himself slowly, without waking the person next to him. Space was needed, space so he could think with clarity and not have that unfathomable skin on skin contact destroying what was left of his rational mind.
They had been talking like... and then cookies... he had - oh no, not going anywhere near -
He was stuck. Maybe if he moved very slowly....
It wasn't quite dawn when Fett stirred on the floor of the Gallery. The problem was instantly registered (the way any change in his environment was bound to do) - weight and heat at his side, where nothing should be. He moved impossibly fast, reached for his rifle only to find that it wasn't there.
His eyes were open and his mind was firing, preparing him to spring to his feet so he could make tactical assessments of the area, but then it wasn't a threat or a stranger, then it -
Sunshine.
Sunshine on his makeshift bed, on the floor next to him.
Sunshine without any clothing on. At all. Not a scrap. And...
Yes. Him too.
He held his breath.
And the fuzzier part of his brain, the part he had been fighting off since semi-consciousness, came to the frontline and made itself violently known.
It... it wasn't... what in the name of the Vader's incinerated corpse had happened?
Surprisingly, Fett did what any man would do in his current situation: he sat up and attempted to extricate himself slowly, without waking the person next to him. Space was needed, space so he could think with clarity and not have that unfathomable skin on skin contact destroying what was left of his rational mind.
They had been talking like... and then cookies... he had - oh no, not going anywhere near -
He was stuck. Maybe if he moved very slowly....