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He knew he was in love with her when… Corso

He knew he was in love with her when she kissed him on Taris.

It was just a kiss. A kiss on the cheek. 'Really, nothing to get so worked up about.' Corso scolded himself as he splashed some cold water on his face. But the young man couldn't help the large smile that seemed to be anchored on his face. She had kissed him. On the cheek and she was drunk, but she had kissed him.

Taking a look at the Zabrak on the sleeping cot, he felt his smile grow wider. The party had been hectic. While he was away, helping to secure the area against rakghouls, the captain had learnt it was the birthday of one of the soldiers and decided to have an impromptu celebration. With the help of that wicked smile of hers, she had persuaded the man in charge to let the soldiers have a night to unwind and by the time he got back, they had a semblance of cake and tons of alcohol prepared. The rest of the night had been full of singing, dancing, and – especially – drinking contests. After watching her send her fourth opponent under the table, he had reminded her that they would trek across the swaps the next day and that she needed to be able to hit targets. She pouted - it was cute- and called him a party pooper; Suddenly, she decided she was tired, kissed him goodnight and rushed into their tent. It had happened so fast that his mind barely registered what happened as the whistling of the soldiers resonated in the camp. After the initial redness left, the goofy smile appeared and had yet to recede.

The young man squatted near the bed, gently putting a cover over the young woman before observing her for a moment. He knew she didn't mean anything with that kiss but he also knew he shouldn't be reacting like this. He had been kissed before, and not just on the cheeks, by his girlfriends and his fiancé. But it didn't compare to what he felt at the moment. 'Is it because it's her?' he wondered. After all, Ashmita was beautiful enough to turn men's heads when she walked down a street, and she was strong, witty, compassionate… She also seemed to enjoy driving him insane. He could never take his eyes off her at the risk of her getting herself in a crazy situation. Now that he thought about it, most of his thoughts revolved around the Captain.

He used to think it was admiration, but what if it was more? Did he want it to be more? 'Yes' he thought. 'I think, no, I want it to be more that admiration, more than just a one-time thing.' Despite himself, he felt his smile break. It wouldn't be easy; she wasn't anything like the ladies he had courted before. Good old Mantelian rules wouldn't apply there. Maybe being suave would work? But he wasn't really good at that… He briefly considered asking Risha for advice before shaking the atrocious thought out of his mind. He must really be tired, or desperate, to have even thought about that.

'I really should stop staring at her while she sleeps.' he scolded himself as he stood up. 'That's a universal rule. Kinda creepy.' He turned to his cot and lay down, his thoughts still on the sleeping woman. 'First, let's make sure we get off this planet alive. Then, I can think about how to seduce the Captain.'