*peeks out from darkness* Um. Hi. It's been a long time. I bet you people don't even read these anymore. Well. Uh, I wrote one. My writing skills are very rusty so hopefully this short little thing won't suck too much. I still love Revan and Bastila. I just kind of forgot how to pick up a pen. Or answer PMs. Or write them. Right. Yeah. Please don't hate me. I love you guys. Have a cookie. 3
Oh, and I didn't edit this. What can I say? #yolo. Just kidding. I don't legitimately say that. But when I do, I'm making fun of something. Okay. Done rambling. Shut up and read this, you babbling fool.
"Bastila?" the tall man said her name questioningly as they sat in the main hold of the otherwise deserted Ebon Hawk.
"Yes?" she replied absently without looking up from her holonovel. Revan anxiously drummed his fingers on the table.
"Everyone is gone. The mission to investigate the moons of Alderaan is over... And we're alone. You said..." he trailed off, hoping she would catch on.
Bastila dropped her novel on the table and sighed. "Revan, for the thousandth time-"
"Bastila, please! You're driving me insane! It's not like else anyone is here! Why not just do it?"
"I don't understand why you so adamantly insist upon this every single time we're alone!" she exclaimed as she rose from her seat. Revan got up as well and began to pace.
"I don't know, Bas, it's just that you're so... And I'm so... And you're just..." he seemed unable to formulate a complete thought. His quick brain came up with a new approach. "You know you enjoy it just as much as I do. If not more."
Bastila gawked and rolled her eyes. She strode over to where he had halted in the middle of the room and placed her hands on her hips. She glared into his root beer brown eyes. They were sparkling with what looked like mischief. Bastila frowned imperceptibly.
"It is utterly impossible that anyone could enjoy it as much as you and utterly improbable that I would be the one to enjoy it the most. You assume too much." Bastila finished coolly, thinking she had won when he didn't immediately reply.
"Fine. I guess I'll just take matters into my own hands."
Bastila's eyes widened. What did that mean? Into his own...hands? Before she knew it, however, the sleeve of her tunic had been barbarically ripped off. She shrieked.
"Revan, just what the hell do you think you're doing? Why in the name of the Force are you ripping off my clothing?" she was stunned, frozen to her spot on the floor as Revan walked behind her and ripped off the entire top half of her tunic. She screamed again. "Revan!" She turned to face him, crossing her arms around her exposed body. She was left in her leggings and a bra. Not that Revan hadn't seen her in her bra before... in fact, he would probably be taking it off tonight... Bastila shook her head. Not the time.
Revan turned her around to face him and said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "Bastila, we can't play strip Pazaak if you don't put a little something in the jackpot." He removed his shirt and retrieved the deck of cards while Bastila reluctantly let go of her own shoulders and sat back down.
"It's cold," she pouted. Revan rolled his eyes.
"You're not getting out of this. You promised we would play again soon. Soon just happens to be right now." he shrugged his muscular shoulders. "Damn, I dropped some cards." He leaned down to pick up the fallen game pieces. Bastila caught a glimpse of the muscles in his back moving up and down as he attempted vainly to pick up the cards that slid out of his reach. She made no attempt to quit staring.
Maybe this game won't be so bad after all...