I could feel light rays of sunshine on my face, the soft feel of bedsheets and pillows on my body as I turned over. I was in her bed, in her apartment. I could feel her gaze on me as I slowly opened my eyes.*

"Good morning." She said with a little giggle. She rubbed my feet with hers under the sheets, as she inched up next to me, her warm body pressing against me. I looked up at her, closed my eyes and smiled.

"They never taught us that in basic." I said with a grin. She laughed, and slid herself on top of me, kissing my neck and mouth. She took my hands in hers, and placed them on her breasts. With female skill and precision, she slid me inside her.

"I'll continue…" She began, as her kissing moved from my neck to my ear, which she playfully bit. "Your lesson."

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We had another go in the shower a while later. Whoa. Mandalorian women had energy on the battlefield, but non-Mando women had energy in the bedroom. Was this even typical in everyday life for dar'manda? I had always thought these Republic types led boring lives, working in cubicles, arguing in bullshit judicial cases, going home to loveless marriages, and ignoring their kids. But this…I didn't know what the hell this was. We told each other our names, but we were both lying. I was at least. She told me her name was simply 'Camille,' and I told her mine was 'Darman.' It felt strangely fitting. As she went into the kitchen to fix us some breakfast, I threw on a robe and went into the living room.

What do 'normal' people do when they wake up in the morning? I thought to myself. Do they have morning sex all the time? Then sex in the shower? Or did they simply wake up, eat breakfast, say goodbye, and go to work? It boggled me. I looked around the living room to read…something. Newspaper, or…the holonet. I found it, and clicked on it.

"Boring…boring…boring…" I mumbled to myself, as I flipped through the channels. Soaps, morning news, cooking shows. I settled on a news station, as I relaxed on a grandfather chair, propping my legs on the chair's ataman. I had brown slippers on and my robe was flannel. The chair was extremely comfortable, too comfortable. I felt…domesticated. Weird.

"…And from last night's Blue Barracle, here is Maxwell-Geoffrey 'Maximus' Mannix, owner of the Blue Barracle, and his wife, Camille Mannix!" The reporter blurted like an over-excited teenager. I did a double take. This gal I had spent the night with was the wife of my target.

Oh fuck

"Here you go. Orange juice and-"

"Good morning, Mrs. Mannix." I interrupted her as she came into the living room. I paused the news, stood up and took the glass of orange juice from her. She looked at the holonet, then to me.

"It's not what you think." She began. I rolled my eyes and walked past her.

"Amuse me." I replied. This had gone from bad to worse. Still…maybe this could all be salvaged. She turned to face me.

"Yes. I'm married. But, he has a mistress. A Twi'lek. Very nice young girl."

"And? Your husband could sick his cronies on me and I'd be history. What do Twi'lek dancers have to do with that?"

"If he had you killed it would hurt me." She replied. I blinked a few times. I didn't get it. She seemed to notice this and grinned, setting the breakfast plate down and approaching me. "Its called an open relationship, dear. We're married, but we see other people. Do you get it now?" She asked, wrapping her arms around me. Damn she looked good, even with clothes on. I shrugged.

"Not really." I replied, still confused. She giggled. "What?" I asked. She smiled, stood on her tip-toes and kissed me.

"Your cute. And you don't have to worry. Stay with me. I'll take care of you." She said with a quick wink. I raised my brow, amused.

"Oh? Who said I needed to be taken-" She stopped me in mid-sentence with a kiss.

"Are you feeling better now dear? Anything I can do to…cheer you up?" She asked, opening up both our robes and pressing herself against me.

"Well…I suppose I could think of-" She stopped me again with a kiss. And several more as she moved to my neck, then my chest, and further down. As she went about "cheering me up," I gasped. "…Oh"

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Fortunately, Camille had a large stash of men's clothes at her apartment. My tux apparently had been crumpled the night before. Imagine that. We took a cab and went to one of Coruscant's parks, green and luscious, with a large pond in the middle. We held hands and walked about, bought some ice cream and sat down at a bench. She licked her ice cream suggestively. I smiled like a total dork, and blushed.*

"I must be the luckiest guy in the galaxy." I said. She scooted next to me, and I turned to her. "Why me?" I asked, getting serious. Already, my original objective for getting to her husband had begun to fade. Was it right though? To use her? Was I even using her at all, or had I become attached? I thought about what my adopted father would say, but ignored him as she looked at me.

"I like you. You're…not like other guys." She began. I snorted.

"Other guys my age or your age?" I replied. She shook her head.

"Any age. There's something innocent about you. Which I find ironic, given the nature of your work." She replied. I shrugged. "But then, your also quite young. I'm not sure." She replied, at a loss for words. I paused with the ice cream and continued looking at her. After a few moments, a small stream of it leaked down from the top, onto my hand and dripped onto the knee of my pants.

"Aah shit." I cursed. She laughed, amused, as I handed her my cone to clean myself up. Finished, I looked back at her, smiling. I laughed, mostly at myself.

"I think its…" She continued. I focused on her intently. "Everything seems so new to you." She observed. I hadn't recognized this before.

"What do you mean?"

"Anything and everything. Coruscant, the nightlife, clubs-"

"Orange juice. Ice cream. Sex." I continued. She laughed, leaned over and whispered something in my ear. I smiled, as she leaned back and continued.

"Its almost like you haven't experienced…life before." She said. To this, my smile disappeared and I looked away.

"I don't know what your talking about." I said dryly. Feeling silly, she tossed the cones in a nearby trash can and sat back down.

"I didn't mean to offend you Darman. Your just very interesting. I haven't ever met anyone like you before. You come into my life, save my life. Your charming, but there's something about you. You seem…sad. Hurt. Like your trying to escape something." She said. I grew more serious, as thoughts of Malachor flashed through my mind. The images of everyone I knew being sucked up into a vortex and dying instantly. I held back tears, but looked away regardless. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't pry. Just…I know something happened to you. Something bad. Just know that if you want…you can tell me. You can trust me. Ok?"

"Ok." I replied, still looking away. After a few moments, regathering my composure, I turned back. She leaned in to kiss me, then cuddled next to me. I put my arm around her, as we gazed out onto the pond.

"If your looking for work, I can speak to my husband. He needs guys like you in his club."

"Oh yah?" I replied. Now we were getting back on track. The images of Malachor still floated about my mind.

"Yah. Too many hopped up blaster jockeys try to get in as guards, but they're the rough and tumble sort that don't know what they're doing. You though, you'd be perfect. You've been a soldier, set out on your own, and now here you are. Would you like that?" She asked.

"Yes, yes I would."