Plourr Estillo (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fighting_mad) wrote2006-08-20 07:34 pm
fighting_mad) wrote2006-08-20 07:34 pm
[OOM] Eiattu - Royal Apartments
The night started out well enough.
Plourr mingled, and everything felt easier, somehow, than it had the last time she had been called on to host a state function. It felt-- less forced. She even had a halfway civil (if short) conversation with her mother-in-law, and most of the dignitaries whom she had to speak to were interesting and--
then her head of security pulled her aside and told her that Princess Leia Organa and Lieutenant Tycho Celchu had been kidnapped.
Kidnapped. From her world, her palace.
Fel, of all people, gets the information out of the traitor, Count Laabann. Moff Tavira has them. Plourr wants to go after them with the royal navy, with her people; she nearly does (because it's her planet, her guest, her friend). But Han Solo stops her in her tracks; points out that she's hosting this whole deal. She can't up and leave leave.
So in the end, Plourr has Laabann thrown into a cell and she goes back to the kriffing party.
It's hours later that she's curled up at one end of the sofa in the royal apartments (her apartments, she has to remind herself), barefoot and wearing shorts and a white undershirt. She is theoretically reading her datapad, but mostly staring into space.
Plourr mingled, and everything felt easier, somehow, than it had the last time she had been called on to host a state function. It felt-- less forced. She even had a halfway civil (if short) conversation with her mother-in-law, and most of the dignitaries whom she had to speak to were interesting and--
then her head of security pulled her aside and told her that Princess Leia Organa and Lieutenant Tycho Celchu had been kidnapped.
Kidnapped. From her world, her palace.
Fel, of all people, gets the information out of the traitor, Count Laabann. Moff Tavira has them. Plourr wants to go after them with the royal navy, with her people; she nearly does (because it's her planet, her guest, her friend). But Han Solo stops her in her tracks; points out that she's hosting this whole deal. She can't up and leave leave.
So in the end, Plourr has Laabann thrown into a cell and she goes back to the kriffing party.
It's hours later that she's curled up at one end of the sofa in the royal apartments (her apartments, she has to remind herself), barefoot and wearing shorts and a white undershirt. She is theoretically reading her datapad, but mostly staring into space.
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He's been waiting a long time for this.
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Her hand is damp and cool with condensation from the glass when it returns to his cheek, and she slides closer to him on the sofa. He's solid and tastes like whiskey, and his mustache is scratchy, and she feels every bit of warmth that those first two kisses lacked.
Rial.
She slowly tangles her hand up into his hair, winds her other arm around his neck, and she is not stopping the kisses.
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Although, eventually, he pulls away to breathe, panting like a schoolboy having his first kiss (and it may well be his first for all the emotion it carries with it).
"Plourr."
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"What?"
The breathless question might sound gruff, but the low pitch of her voice and the long fingers carefully tucking a strand of hair behind his ear put the lie to that.
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"Nothing. Nothing at all."
Then he's kissing her again, and really, that's the only thing that matters.
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It's a start.
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Ever.
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"You want to go to bed?" She is not talking about sleeping, her eyes dark and face flushed and fierce.
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He wriggles out from under her body, scoops her up in the classic 'damsel in distress' position, then bends to kiss her even as he's stumbling in the direction of the bedroom.
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Because he wants her and she wants him and that's the only thing that's important.