dsfklmvclkbmakdkjssvkrnh... aka The Morning After

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((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....

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Sunshine had been drifting in between sleep and drowsy contentment that had nothing to do with all the fantastically awkward circumstances and everything to do with her body basically throwing confetti and breaking out the champagne at having gotten a little attention after all these months. Her first reaction upon feeling the warm body she was snuggled against moving away was to murmur inarticulately in protest and cling.

And then, suddenly, she remembered a little of the night before. And went very still.

[lasting-justice.livejournal.com]

Pulling away would have been the height of hypocrisy for anyone who had done the things he had done in the course of his life. Whether or not morality ever came into play on an individual basis, nobility was not something a bounty hunter could pretend toward. If anything, her story was probably one of the easiest things for him to relate to in terms of everyday experience. Taking that into account, it was really no shock that his expression took on a hint of irony, the smallest of smiles. "I'll keep that in mind next time I enter your kitchen unannounced." He paused for a moment, filing information, cross-referencing. "It happens to you a lot, doesn't it? You're capable of doing things you don't fully understand."

Her gaze shifted toward the window, and there was yet another matter that made him uncomfortable. "No stars. I lived on a ship. I used to sleep in hyperspace." It was the only place he felt completely safe.

Her last comment provoked an immediate stiffness in his neck, an involuntary twitch at the corner of his eye. "It is. Very important." That memory of red dust and blistering heat and crouching in an arena of bodies and pressing his forehead to gray metal, because only one of the fallen mattered -

Too vivid. Force it back.