Birthday sex meant he could have anything he wanted ("Anything?" He'd asked, skeptical. "Anything," she insisted. "Try me."). It was an opportunity he always gave full consideration to. - There Was a Time, Chapter II

Boba didn't like the word "anything." It was one of those words people rarely meant in a literal sense. Whether it was said by a client bargaining, or a quarry pleading for their lives, "anything" was a slippery word.

Much like "love," or "always."

Leia was one of those rare people who usually meant what she said, so when his wife said "anything," it caught his attention. They were eating a late dinner over the kitchen counter and she had just announced that they would be celebrating his "birthday" this year, in spite of the fact that he didn't have one. According to Leia, this would involve dinner and cake and birthday sex.

"What do you mean by birthday sex?"

"Oh, you know, special occasion stuff." She cut a few slices from a toydarian apple and put one in her mouth. "Maybe a special outfit, or something we don't do often. Pretty much anything you want. It's your birthday."

"Anything?" He broke off two cubes from a protein stick and offered them to her.

"Anything." She took one and popped it in her mouth. "Try me."

She acted like there was nothing extraordinary about it. He watched her for a moment in silence while she opened a carton of crackers. "One of these days we have to start keeping real food around here."

"This isn't real?" He ate the other protein cube and reached for a cracker.

"It's barely real. Someday Jonah will be awake for dinner and he should see people eating at a table once in a while so he knows what it's for."

Boba shrugged and bent over the sink to activate the water fountain. He drank, wiped his mouth and straightened. "So when you say anything…"

"I'd like to think I'm very open-minded, as long as it's not dangerous or public." She picked up another apple slice. "We've never really talked about fantasies, but I know a few things you like. So, if you want anal for example, or if you want me to wear something in particular, or if there's a toy you want to try…I'm game."

It was a very appealing offer. He could have sex in the shower, or a nice leisurely blow job, or Leia wearing that high-waisted thing that made her look a little pregnant, or any combination of those things, but that slippery word was still there, like an itch he had to scratch.

"What if I wanted you to wear something…unconventional," he asked, folding his arms over his chest. "Like armor."

Her eyebrows lifted and she gave him a playful little smile. "Mandalorian armor?"

"Trooper armor."

Her smile froze just the tiniest bit. "What kind of-"

"Clonetrooper. Phase I. I wouldn't ask you to wear Phase II. Too similar to stormtroopers."

"Thank you?" She dropped her eyes down to the counter and cut off a few more slices of apple. "Won't that make the sex part a little awkward?"

"You mentioned toys."

"I did." She put another apple slice in her mouth.

"I've seen this thing. About this long." He held his hands out the approximate width of his shoulders. "Looks like small lightsaber but the end is glassine and it can go-" he mimed thrusting it up inside of someone.

Leia stared at him, wordless, her cheek bulging with half-chewed apple. His wife had an excellent sabacc face, but this was clearly testing her skills. He let her twist for another second or two before he reached past her, stole one of her apple slices and smiled deliberately at her before he put it in his mouth.

"Boba," she protested around the food in her mouth. She chewed and swallowed hastily. "Are you kriffing with me right now? You ungrateful bastard." She put both hands on his chest and shoved him.

He caught her around the waist and pulled her tight against him. "You said "anything,'" he reminded her before he kissed her. He could taste the crisp sweetness of the apple on her lips and tongue. "I just wanted to see if you meant it."

"I meant it." Her fingers curled around the open collar of his shirt as she looked up at him reprovingly. "If you really wanted that…I would do it. I might also want you to have a psych eval, but I would do it."

"Pass." He dropped his hands down to her hips. "I want to think about it. Consider my options."

"I would expect nothing else." Leia's hands flattened against his chest and then trailed down the front of his shirt to his belt. "That's enough hypothetical sex. Are you ready to go to bed?"

His hands tightened on her. "You said something about wanting to use the table more."