[Takes place while the group is going through the questline on Hoth.]
One morning, before Vacy woke up, Corso snuck out of bed. He tiptoed over to the door and palmed it open, then headed quickly down to the galley. He'd sent C2 out the day before with instructions, and was glad to see that they had been followed precisely.
He was still working when he heard soft footsteps behind him, and he looked over his shoulder to see Vacy, in nothing more than that flimsy-soft nightshirt, her hair bedheaded, hanging loose and limp over her shoulders, eyes still heavy with sleep. She yawned. Sniffed. Smiled.
"Corso Riggs... did you make pancakes for me?" she purred, walking up to him and slipping her arms around him from behind.
"Workin' on that, Captain," he said, trying to ignore the surge of desire that shot through him. He slipped the spatula under one of the pancakes and flipped it over, and it hissed and popped for a few moments before settling in to a rich sizzle.
She stood on tiptoe, nuzzling his shoulder. "Looks awful good," she said, and he wondered if she was still talking about the pancakes.
She glanced at him. Licked her lips. "Bet it tastes even better," she whispered.
He set the spatula down.
It was fortunate that there was more batter, because that batch got burned to a crisp.