A/N: I think I'll just shut up now and let this fic do the talking. :D You guys want interaction? You got it. Dedicated to Anonymous for the prompt. Shaak Ti POV. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: If I owned it, every single thing would be rife with stuff like this. It is not. Hence, I do not own.
I know before they close that those doors will be locked.
Knowingly, I have stumbled into his perfectly laid trap.
The spider and the fly.
As much as I fight it, my fear rises in my throat.
The quiet bedroom is dark, pitch black, and perfectly silent.
As though I have been swallowed by night.
I step forward into the room, my blue lightsaber before me trembling.
"Hello?"
I half expect something to pounce from the shadows like liquid death.
Nothing happens.
But I know he's there.
I can feel him. Where is he…?
The Force tremors and, suddenly, he's there.
Behind me.
His metal arms wrap around my body, engulfing me, melting me.
My useless sword clatters to the ground as his face nuzzles my neck.
"Why am I here, Grievous?" I ask breathlessly.
Hands skate across my arms, lifting my robe from my skin.
His voice rumbles low against my back. "I have something to tell you."
"Oh?" His heartbeat wipes everything from my mind. "And what's that?"
He leans close, chuckling lightly, brings me into his chest, and murmurs the perfect aphorism.
"I love you."
A/N: 'Aphorism' is defined as a short or bluntly stated truth or opinion. :) Soooooo...? You like? I mean, FINALLY! He dropped the bombshell, took 'em long enough! :D