Of course she thought she could jump a broken bridge. It was the Captain. She had more guts than sense sometimes. He'd politely asked her if he could wait, being willing to wade across the water if he had to, rather than risk a crash. Alderaan wasn't exactly a place the Captain enjoyed. She didn't find anyone interesting in the way she usually did, which made Corso feel sort of relieved and had a distinct sneer at the way royalty conducted themselves. He'd looked over at her earlier, walking around the Castle and she seemed to be almost scooping the place out.

She fit in just fine; the Captain sounded at home in the dirtiest cantinas on Nar Shaddaa and in the palaces on Alderaan, but he could tell she wasn't happy.

When she suggested jumping the bridge, he'd recognized it as her needing to blow off some steam. So he didn't try to talk her out of it, just asked to hop off before she tried.

Watching her come out of the water, soaking wet, hauling the speeder after her, he couldn't help but feel smug.

"Well, this is going to have to dry out a bit."

"I'll take a look at it, but you're probably right."

"Check my blaster too?"

"Sure thing, Captain."

Her jacket hit the ground. She hauled her holster over her head and handed it to him. He'd pulled Flashy out to look at when he realized her jacket wasn't the only thing she was taking off.

"Wha-what are you doing, Captain?"

"Corso, I'm soaked. I need to lay this stuff out to dry in the sun."

Corso opened his mouth to protest, but couldn't think of why. It was definitely too cold for her to stay in layers of wet clothes. He looked down at Flashy, but for the first time in his life wasn't thinking about the gun in his hand. He laid Flashy carefully down on the grass and went over to the speeder, keeping his back to her.

"Speeder looks fine," he finally said. "But we should wait until it dries off a bit."

"Good," she said from somewhere behind him. He steeled himself and turned around. Of course it's worse that you pictured. She was sitting on the grass, squeezing water out of her shirt, shivering. Wearing nothing but that thin shirt and her underwear. Behind her on the grass were her thicker shirt, jacket, bra, pants, socks, boots and the thousand knife sheaths he never saw in the open. Thank god that's not one of those sexy bras she wears out, because.. his brain caught up to the fact that her bra was on the grass and his eyes locked onto her chest a moment later. It's actually more appealing because she's got a shirt on. How is that possible?

"My eyes are up here, Riggs," came her amused voice.

He tore his eyes up to the sky, where it was a beautiful, but mildly cloudy day. He must be bright red by now.

From the corner of his eye, he saw her draw her knees up under her chin. He sighed, she must be freezing. He looked around. This section of Alderaan was relatively empty. There was an outpost nearby, although it only had tents. He started to unbuckle his armor.

"What are you doing?"

"You're shivering, Captain."

Once he got down to the clothes he wore under his armor, he sat down behind her and pulled her back against him. She tensed at the pressure and then relaxed against him.

"You're going to have wet spots on your clothes," she murmured.

"Better than you catching something."

After awhile, she sighed. "This is nice."

Corso nodded, then realized she couldn't see him. "I'll do this any time you want to, Captain."

"We could do something else," she said in that teasing way.

"Don't go and ruin this, Captain. Like you said, this is nice." He felt almost like he was being mean, but when she sighed and rested her whole body against him he felt better. He was pretty pleased then when she let that thought go.

"You're right," she said softly. "Sorry."

They sat there until the sun started to set.