Jorgan sighed and started unbuttoning his own jacket. Eventually they stood there, her in a halter bra and underwear, him in his shorts. It was awkward and he did his best to keep his eyes straight until he noticed she was staring at him, head tilted to the side. “What?”
She reached out and he shied away, “That is an interesting scar” This time she grabbed his bicep and turned him slowly. The scar she was talking about started near his lower spine and wrapped around almost to his navel. “What happened?” She seemed more intrigued than horrified. The fact that they were both nearly naked didn’t seem to faze her, so he tried to treat it as uneventful. He’d had his own quarters and showers for too long if this was enough to make him squeamish. …show more content…
“You forget, we were going to get married before you ran off and joined the army, Fyn’ika” He waggled a finger at her playfully. “So I kept up with your size, I knew you’d find your way to me eventually. Plus, Verin insisted.”
“Well, thank you.” She didn’t bat an eye at the marriage comment. Jorgan felt like the more he got to know Fynta Wolfe, the more confusing she became. “Now how about my friend, here?”
“Ah, yes” He pressed the button again and the rails spun so fast that Jorgan was getting dizzy watching it. “I think this one will do you just fine.” He moved to help Jorgan put it on but a simple snarl made him second guess. “Okay, I’ll let her help you.” He held the gear out towards her.
Fynta chuckled and helped him snap the back plates to the front until he was completely encased. The beskar was lighter than he expected and it fit really well. Not as well as Fynta’s, but better than his old armor had. “Wow” was all he could think to say as he tested the flexibility of his arms and legs.
“Excellent. We’ll take the lot.” She pulled a couple of unmarked credits from the strap on her bra. Jorgan hadn’t been looking too closely but he could now see that she had pockets sewn into them. …show more content…
She felt warm knowing that he had a playful side and that she was able to touch it. She patted his arm, “This is new territory for both of us, we’ll figure it out though.” She clapped her hands, “Alright. Let’s go see about this speeder.”
Two hours later they were sitting in an open air car in front of the SIS building and Jorgan was happily munching on some of the spiky fruit. Fynta decided it would be a good time to check her messages. The first was from her brother, Verin. He and his wife were bounty hunters in the Outer Rim. Mostly he kept his distance but every now and then he would send her a letter just to let her know he was still alive. She did the same.
We heard about you’re recent promotion. Now don’t make that face, we have our sources too. Be careful and remember your training. Remember what Cin taught you about tracking down a target. Make sure to be friendly with the locals. Oh and Kal said you stopped by. Glad you finally picked up your birthday present.
Be safe, V &
She reached out and he shied away, “That is an interesting scar” This time she grabbed his bicep and turned him slowly. The scar she was talking about started near his lower spine and wrapped around almost to his navel. “What happened?” She seemed more intrigued than horrified. The fact that they were both nearly naked didn’t seem to faze her, so he tried to treat it as uneventful. He’d had his own quarters and showers for too long if this was enough to make him squeamish. …show more content…
“You forget, we were going to get married before you ran off and joined the army, Fyn’ika” He waggled a finger at her playfully. “So I kept up with your size, I knew you’d find your way to me eventually. Plus, Verin insisted.”
“Well, thank you.” She didn’t bat an eye at the marriage comment. Jorgan felt like the more he got to know Fynta Wolfe, the more confusing she became. “Now how about my friend, here?”
“Ah, yes” He pressed the button again and the rails spun so fast that Jorgan was getting dizzy watching it. “I think this one will do you just fine.” He moved to help Jorgan put it on but a simple snarl made him second guess. “Okay, I’ll let her help you.” He held the gear out towards her.
Fynta chuckled and helped him snap the back plates to the front until he was completely encased. The beskar was lighter than he expected and it fit really well. Not as well as Fynta’s, but better than his old armor had. “Wow” was all he could think to say as he tested the flexibility of his arms and legs.
“Excellent. We’ll take the lot.” She pulled a couple of unmarked credits from the strap on her bra. Jorgan hadn’t been looking too closely but he could now see that she had pockets sewn into them. …show more content…
She felt warm knowing that he had a playful side and that she was able to touch it. She patted his arm, “This is new territory for both of us, we’ll figure it out though.” She clapped her hands, “Alright. Let’s go see about this speeder.”
Two hours later they were sitting in an open air car in front of the SIS building and Jorgan was happily munching on some of the spiky fruit. Fynta decided it would be a good time to check her messages. The first was from her brother, Verin. He and his wife were bounty hunters in the Outer Rim. Mostly he kept his distance but every now and then he would send her a letter just to let her know he was still alive. She did the same.
We heard about you’re recent promotion. Now don’t make that face, we have our sources too. Be careful and remember your training. Remember what Cin taught you about tracking down a target. Make sure to be friendly with the locals. Oh and Kal said you stopped by. Glad you finally picked up your birthday present.
Be safe, V &