Title: Cockpit
Author: Angel
Email: valarltd@hotmail.com
Rating: Pg-13, m/m kissage
Summary: A missing scene from ANH
Disclaimer: These are not my characters. But George didn't take the script where it should have
gone! I own nothing, nothing, nothing, as my creditors know.
Distribution: Any and all. You want it, you got it, just ask.
Feedback: Here's where I get paid, in applause. If we poor shadows have offended, think but this
and all is mended, etc
Author's note: My very first non-Buffy slash. Be kind. Please let me know if my header is right.
I know "Win-Loss Parameters" was supposed to be first, but this begged to be written. This and
my other work can be found at http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Stage/5785
*****
Cockpit
c 2000 Angelia Sparrow
*****
"So what do you think of her?"
"I'm trying not to."
"Good."
The amount of vehemence and complacency in that one word startle me. I steal a glance at the
kid, and he looks so intense I can't resist ribbing him. I have to know if he means what I think he
does, or if he's just jealous of his claim on the princess.
"Still, she's got a lot of spirit. I don't know. You think it's possible for a Princess and a guy like
me?"
"No!"
I cock an eyebrow back at him, as if to ask why. He subsides into the navigator chair, and I wait.
Not patiently.
"Because _I_ want you," he mutters. Corellian ears tend to be sharper than normal humans',
what with our thinnish atmosphere, but I still almost didn't hear.
I turn the chair as far as it goes and look at him. He's cute when he blushes. While I won't say I
haven't tried it, I find that the holocube is better for keeping my life free of entanglements. He's
finding the deckplate between his feet all too interesting, so I lift his chin to look at me.
"She's beautiful, and I love her, but..." He can't find any more words.
"But she's not what you want. You don't know much about girls and they scare you a little
because they are different.?" I hazard. From what little I know of his background, and of
Tatooine, this is the most reasonable guess I can make.
He looks at me sharply, but I let him see that I'm not teasing, and dead serious. He nods. "She's
so small, I'm afraid of breaking her. And she's too smooth and soft. I can't even imagine what
she thinks or how I would start talking to her."
I let a half-smile creep over my face, and draw his chin just a little closer. "Kid, do you know
anything at all?"
He shakes his head and is trying to look at the deck again. "Just from books and the planetary
nets. They can show a lot, but they can't tell you what it's like to _feel_."
Damn, he's cute. And it's been too long since I let anyone this close. I lean in closer, invading
his space. Yeah, I'm gonna kiss him, but I'm easing him into the idea, making him want it.
He takes me by surprise and starts the kiss himself. He really doesn't know anything, but he's
willing to learn. His lips are surprisingly soft, but those are farmboy calluses on the hands in my
hair. I coax his tongue to come out and play, until he's hyperventilating through his nose. Then I
pull away, not for long, only to come back and nibble at the corner of his mouth, catching that
pouty lower lip between my teeth.
A footfall outside the cockpit pries us apart. Chewbacca comes in and sniffs before making a
comment I let pass. He settles in for the jump back to normal space. Luke takes advantage of the
moment to slip out.
There's always later.
Author: Angel
Email: valarltd@hotmail.com
Rating: Pg-13, m/m kissage
Summary: A missing scene from ANH
Disclaimer: These are not my characters. But George didn't take the script where it should have
gone! I own nothing, nothing, nothing, as my creditors know.
Distribution: Any and all. You want it, you got it, just ask.
Feedback: Here's where I get paid, in applause. If we poor shadows have offended, think but this
and all is mended, etc
Author's note: My very first non-Buffy slash. Be kind. Please let me know if my header is right.
I know "Win-Loss Parameters" was supposed to be first, but this begged to be written. This and
my other work can be found at http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Stage/5785
*****
Cockpit
c 2000 Angelia Sparrow
*****
"So what do you think of her?"
"I'm trying not to."
"Good."
The amount of vehemence and complacency in that one word startle me. I steal a glance at the
kid, and he looks so intense I can't resist ribbing him. I have to know if he means what I think he
does, or if he's just jealous of his claim on the princess.
"Still, she's got a lot of spirit. I don't know. You think it's possible for a Princess and a guy like
me?"
"No!"
I cock an eyebrow back at him, as if to ask why. He subsides into the navigator chair, and I wait.
Not patiently.
"Because _I_ want you," he mutters. Corellian ears tend to be sharper than normal humans',
what with our thinnish atmosphere, but I still almost didn't hear.
I turn the chair as far as it goes and look at him. He's cute when he blushes. While I won't say I
haven't tried it, I find that the holocube is better for keeping my life free of entanglements. He's
finding the deckplate between his feet all too interesting, so I lift his chin to look at me.
"She's beautiful, and I love her, but..." He can't find any more words.
"But she's not what you want. You don't know much about girls and they scare you a little
because they are different.?" I hazard. From what little I know of his background, and of
Tatooine, this is the most reasonable guess I can make.
He looks at me sharply, but I let him see that I'm not teasing, and dead serious. He nods. "She's
so small, I'm afraid of breaking her. And she's too smooth and soft. I can't even imagine what
she thinks or how I would start talking to her."
I let a half-smile creep over my face, and draw his chin just a little closer. "Kid, do you know
anything at all?"
He shakes his head and is trying to look at the deck again. "Just from books and the planetary
nets. They can show a lot, but they can't tell you what it's like to _feel_."
Damn, he's cute. And it's been too long since I let anyone this close. I lean in closer, invading
his space. Yeah, I'm gonna kiss him, but I'm easing him into the idea, making him want it.
He takes me by surprise and starts the kiss himself. He really doesn't know anything, but he's
willing to learn. His lips are surprisingly soft, but those are farmboy calluses on the hands in my
hair. I coax his tongue to come out and play, until he's hyperventilating through his nose. Then I
pull away, not for long, only to come back and nibble at the corner of his mouth, catching that
pouty lower lip between my teeth.
A footfall outside the cockpit pries us apart. Chewbacca comes in and sniffs before making a
comment I let pass. He settles in for the jump back to normal space. Luke takes advantage of the
moment to slip out.
There's always later.