Myra had spent the whole day in her room, changing positions frequently, but never leaving. She shifted from her bed, to leaning on her bookshelf, to sitting on her desk, to staring at her reflection in the small bathroom mirror, to taking a cramped shower, to fidgeting with the books and art supplies on her bookshelf, back to laying on the bed and staring at the ceiling; all the while never ceasing to remember the look the Supreme Leader had given her in his room. Myra could not understand, no matter how hard she tried, what could have brought on that look. The obvious conclusion was that she had done something, but what? He had seemed so casual, he was content in his tired state; in the moments when she had first entered his room he even seemed like someone she could have admired.

However, any thoughts of admiration were decimated the second he looked at her with murder in his eyes.

Myra could not understand, no matter how hard she thought about it, what she could possibly done to cause such a look of pure rage. Of course, at the end of the day Myra knew the Supreme Leader did not need a reason to be angry. He could just be angry if that was what he desired, and she would pay whatever price he wanted her to pay for it.

The only thing more puzzling to Myra than his anger was the way he had seemed to look through her. His gaze was so focused in her direction, she was sure she was the cause, but he had not made eye contact with her. He barely even seemed to recognize her presence until she spoke; which Myra knew, in hindsight, she should not have done. Upon a second thought Myra realized through the entire interaction she had been far more casual with the Supreme Leader than she should have been. Perhaps he had woken up enough to realize it and that was the cause of his anger?

Myra rapidly became annoyed with herself for being so stuck on the incident. All she wanted was to stop thinking about him. There was no reason she should think about the Supreme Leader she saw in awkward and upsetting moments once every blue moon.

In a poor attempt to take her mind off of him she pulled her art supplies off of their shelf and began to draw with oil pastels. She decided to draw Luca; believing if she was going to think about a boy, it might as well be a boy she liked. She focused first on his sparkling hazel eyes; wishing she had canvas and paint instead, so she could better capture their likeness.

It was not until several hours had passed that Myra stopped her mental diversion long enough to check the time. She barely realized that Luca's shift had ended over an hour ago, and remembered the plan they had made for her to meet him in his room earlier that day. She knew Luca would not care as long as she just showed up, nevertheless she felt guilty for making him wait. If he were meeting her, he would have been on time.

Myra did not bother to clean the drawing materials off her bed, or wash the stains from the pastels off her fingers, or change from her casual night clothes back into a uniform, or even put her hair in a standard bun.

She knew any superiors that she could run into could discipline her for appearing so unseemly and breaking the First Order dress code, but she knew that running into someone on that floor, at that time, was unlikely. The next shift change was at least eight hours away, so there should be very few people in the halls, if there were any.

The only thing Myra did before she walked out her bedroom door, was slip on a black pair of socks and her boots from her uniform. She did not need to look in a mirror to know she looked ridiculous, with tall, black boots and short, olive sleep shorts and a tight, gray tank top; and Myra thought with great sincerity that Luca would not notice.

She walked out into the hallway and hastily walked through several halls to find Luca's room. She was right in her belief that she would not run into anyone of importance on her way to his room. She was wrong in her belief that Luca would not notice her appearance.

Immediately after she knocked on his door he opened it, and immediately upon seeing Myra he began to gawk at her.

"You came to my room dressed like that?" Luca asked incredulously as he stepped aside to let her in his room.

"I don't need to get dressed for you." Myra huffed defensively.

"No, but you do need to get dressed for any superior officers you might run into."

Myra glared at him for being right. Even though Luca scolded Myra he was rather pleased with her choice of attire. As she kicked off her boots and looked around his room, he admired the curves from her ankles up her calves and the thickness of her thighs; all the way up to her plump, round ass. Luca knew she was the most attractive woman on the ship the second he saw her, but he had never expected her to casually show so much skin in his bedroom. When he first met her she appeared to be all business.

As Luca admired Myra, Myra admired his room. He had brought quite a bit more with him from home than she had. His bookshelf was filled with books and small nick knacks, a tapestry of a forest hung from his wall, and his desk was littered with small models of First Order and former Empire ships.

As interesting as all of Luca's personal belongings were, his room was small and cramped just like Myra's; she quickly ran out of things to observe and turned face Luca once more.

Myra was surprised to find him staring at her as intently as he had been. Myra knew she liked him, and suspected he liked her from early on in their friendship. Seeing the way he looked at her now, her suspicion was confirmed. She sat down on his bed, relishing the look of pure adoration in his beautiful hazel eyes as he continued to stand several feet away from her. Myra knew if she tried to give a flirtatious look it would come across as awkward and forced, so she just fiddled with her fingers for a moment.

Both seemed to be waiting forever for the other to initiate something, anything. The silence in the room became thick and heavy, to the point where Myra knew if she did not say something it would suffocate her.

"Come here." She commanded as she looked back up at Luca and watched him step toward her, almost too eager to obey her.

Once he was only inches away from her, she placed her hands gently on his hips and looked up, once more, at his mesmerizing eyes. It did not take long for Luca to become comfortable and take control of the situation. Without any hesitation he gently placed his hand on the bottom of her chin and tilted her head up more toward his. He only took a brief moment to admire her features before his lips came crashing down on hers. Myra knew that was what he would do, it was even what she wanted; but she still froze when it came to the final moment that her desire had become reality. Luca noticed her hesitation and pulled away briefly. The space did not last long as he placed both of his hands on the sides of her cheeks and tried again. This time Myra was sure she was ready, she kissed back with reckless abandon. She even went as far as spreading her legs open and pulling Luca further into her by the belt of his uniform. It was only moments before he had begun to lean into her, gently pushing her back down onto the bed. After her back landed on the mattress Luca pulled away from her lips to lick, in one firm stroke, from her clavicle to the top of her neck. Myra let a light and gentle moan fall from her lips at the feeling of his tongue on her skin. Immediately upon such a sound escaping her, Luca was pressed back into her; his erection pressed firmly between her legs. Myra hooked her legs behind his and grabbed fistfuls of his luscious blond hair, and pulled him down to her to feel his rough lips on her soft ones once more; her fervor alerting him of her own arousal.

By the end of it Myra decided Luca was a good lover, much better than any previous boyfriends. She was hopeful that this would not be the last night they would spend together.

"Thank god that finally happened." Luca pulled Myra from her thoughts.

"How long have you been waiting for it?"

"Not too long, a month maybe."

"Wow, that's a long time." Myra said sarcastically; in truth, she had expected it to be longer.

"What about you?" Curiosity laced Luca's voice.

"A month maybe." Myra mocked Luca, not wanting him to know that she had thought about being intimate with him from the first day she met him.

Myra stood and stretched before she put her few pieces of clothing on.

"Stay a little longer." Luca pleaded, giving her puppy dog eyes. They were cute, but not particularly convincing.

"Can't. I need to go to sleep, my shift is only a few hours away."

"Sleep here."

"No, we can't risk someone seeing me leave in the morning." Myra firmly told Luca, watching him pout; deciding a swift kiss on the cheek would be a sufficient form of retribution before leaving.

As Myra stepped out into the hallway she noticed it was eerily quiet on the ship. As she walked back to her room she had expected she would not run into a single person, but, as always, the universe existed to prove her wrong.