The Date
Xur couldn't quite get over it. Every time he tried distracting himself with various duties around the ship, or through the honing of his abilities, it found its way into his field of view again. To be a father…he just never thought it was possible. Jedi weren't supposed to have children, or have relationships in the first place, and while he never held himself to that rule, the idea of it manifesting that far seemed so out of reach it wasn't reasonable to expect it…something so essential to the continuation of life in the galaxy.
When Trilla told him she was pregnant…with his child, it was fear that first dominated him. He had only known war, battle and training his entire life, and the prospect of settling down and having a child of his own never seemed possible. If she hadn't gone behind his back, he most likely would never have allowed it to happen, regarding his end anyway. Emotionally, he had been somewhat angry at first, but to feel entitled to a natural decision she made about her own body was out of his control. The prospect of sharing himself with her always included the risk of pregnancy, contraceptive or not…and if it happened, he would have to live with it, as it had been his choice to take that risk.
Besides…the whole thing sunk in very positively anyhow. He couldn't think of anyone else he'd rather have one with, and just having a child anyway was another chance to flip the bird to the flawed Jedi Code those pompous assholes shoved down his throat. Trilla had suffered so many horrors in her life, and if she wanted this child to bring her a bit of happiness, who was he to turn her down? He loved her, that much was for certain…and he wanted desperately to show her how much.
Which was why he was in the cockpit of the Fury, speaking to Rava via her command port.
"There are a few flaws with that plan," she noted. "Mostly the timing of it all."
Xur shrugged. "But we can get there?"
Rava narrowed her red optic as she nodded her domed head slightly. "Yes, of course we can get there."
"Good…you're a Vee-Eye, so I'll assume you can work out scheduling via the Holonet," he suggested, to which she mock-sighed.
"And why is that my responsibility?" Rava asked.
"Trust me, skee-ball. Trilla's gonna love it…but only if you give me a little help here," Xur insisted, rising to his feet.
"Are you sure? She's been experiencing many symptoms via her pregnancy, and I cannot advise anything too strenuous on her," Rava kept her voice projector low on the volume. "Even if she does not approve of my concerns."
Trilla didn't want either of them to think she couldn't perform her duties while she was pregnant, still insisting on continuing her advanced echani combat training, to which she had become frighteningly good at. It was empowering, and he was glad she was still committed to her own betterment, but he didn't want her to wear herself out too much, not if she was struggling with nausea and other ailments.
"Trust me…this will be the least strenuous string of activities she will ever partake in," Xur assured, and then paced away.
"Ugh…" Rava groaned but moved to fulfill his request anyhow. "If you insist…organic overlord."
Xur was too focused on finding Trilla to hear her remark, admittedly feeling a bit nervous for what he was about to suggest to her. It was almost as if he became that twelve-year-old boy again, basically shivering at the prospect of having to exchange words with a girl he thought was attractive.
Come on man…it's Trilla! You literally talk to her every day for fuck sake…
Forcing himself forward with a leap of faith, he opened the door to her room, only to see the sheets unmade and the lights dimmed, the bright shine of the small bathroom light illuminating one corner. There was the sound of brushing teeth, as well as grunts of ailment from her as he approached, peeking in from the door frame. Trilla was standing over the sink, dressed in only a sports bra and pants, her eyes shut with discomfort as her free hand clasped on to the edge of the granite counter. She wasn't wearing the light glove that usually covered her mechno-arm when she was dressed casually, not caring to expose the servos as she gripped the toothbrush with annoyance.
"Hey…" he greeted, standing at the door. She momentarily stopped her brushing and opened her eyes, seeing him through the mirror, before continuing.
"Mohnih dahlih," she struggled to speak with her mouth full of paste, unable to properly pronounce Rs or Gs.
"Doing alright?" he asked, but this time she didn't grace him with an answer, electing to finish her brushing and spit the rest of the paste from her mouth.
"A little better than the previous morning," she admitted, rinsing her mouth clean and setting her toothbrush back in a durasteel cup. "No vomiting."
"That's good," he nodded, crossing his arms. It was then that he finally noticed her black hair had grown enough to hit her shoulders, a luxury she could exercise now that she was no longer mandated to wear a helmet. The scars that cut up her back from various lightsaber wounds were visible…something about her he liked more than he felt comfortable telling her.
She rolled her neck out as she adjusted her posture, and then looked down at her stomach, and he noticed that not much had changed yet, as Rava had confirmed it was merely the size of a regular-sized fruit in her womb. Still, when Trilla opened her eyes, she looked drained and utterly exhausted.
"How'd you sleep? You were out for twelve hours this time," he noted, to which she took a deep breath, holding her head with slight discomfort.
"I feel like it wasn't long enough," she noted, and he knew better than to run up and help her along, as she had never liked him babying her in the first place. "But I'm not going to let my days waste away…or leave you to all the tasks."
"Do what you feel you need, Trilla," he assured. "I already told you I'm willing to take it all over."
"I know, but…" she sighed, rubbing her eyes with her flesh hand. "I'm not going to let this bloody baby slow me down."
What she hadn't brought up was the withdrawals she was going through as she gave up alcohol…which were placated by healing trances that he helped her with, but it had affected her mood certainly. Best he'd done was be as patient as possible around her, doing his best to alleviate the growing mountain of stress she held on her shoulders.
Xur finally stepped forward, rubbing her back in a soothing fashion. "Come on, let's get you some caf."
Trilla hadn't lounged in just sparse sleepwear in a period of time she could not even contemplate. Sitting back in a recliner they had specifically picked up after she had become pregnant, she felt the warmth of her cup of caf soothe the skin of her hand, as well as the calming chemicals that her body emitted from the chance to relax. Letting the hum of the engines ease her mind, she felt herself dozing off.
Shaking her head in annoyance, she forced herself awake, none too keen on sleeping right after a twelve-hour bout of it. She felt the need to do something productive; practice Vaapad, punch her training dummy, or tinker with her gear set. The damn vocabulator wouldn't adjust to the tone she wanted, even after she had adjusted the light hues to a less intimidating gold-yellow, the same color as her blade. Ideally, she wished to speak through it without terrifying children…especially if she were about to give birth to one.
This effort was proving much more taxing than she had envisioned, but she could not have asked for a more helpful partner. She knew her mood may have been sour at times, but she could not be more grateful to Xur for all he had done to help. While she didn't want him to take over all responsibilities around the ship…her appreciation was certainly there.
Her stomach growled…but not just for food…
"Sweetheart?" she called, remembering him walking to the back of the ship.
"Yeah?" he replied from an area she could not see, hearing him fumbling with something. "Everything okay?"
"Yes, darling, I'm fine," she assured. "Do you know if we have any scazz steaks in the freezer?"
She heard him scoff. "Scazz steaks? You eat those?"
Never in her life, and yet she wanted some…now. "Next time we port, we should pick up some."
"Whatever you want, hun."
Trilla took another sip of caf, trying to forget about her odd and sudden craving, letting the hot liquid drain down her throat, and then felt the ship rumble and shift forward ever so slightly.
"Rava…did we just go into hyperspace?" she asked.
"Yes," the VI answered from the intercom, to which Trilla adopted a puzzled look. They had no plans on going anywhere at this hour…did they?
Xur finally emerged from the back of the ship, and he was carrying something in a plastic cover…one she could not make out.
"What's that?" she narrowed her eyes.
The zabrak smiled. "I uh…got you something."
She cocked her head with a growing smile as he unraveled it, making her set her cup of caf aside as she looked over. Best she could tell, since it was still folded over, it was a set of clothing stacked atop each other, with the top being what looked to be a fashionable jacket, and she could guess below that was a pair of pants.
"Casual clothing?" she asked…somewhat confused.
"I know you don't like dresses much…so I did my best. Tried to find a civilian version of what you normally wear," he handed it to her, to which she got a chance to look through it. It was very nice, that was for certain, and almost exactly as he described it.
"Are we…going somewhere?" she enquired…to which she eventually realized she never said thank you.
All he did was smile. "Rava…how long?"
"One hour," she relayed.
He winked. "One hour for you to get ready, hun. Make it count."
"Wha-…Xur," she called to him before he could walk away, flashing him a look that demanded a straight answer, while also showing she wasn't upset. "Where are we going?"
The zabrak shrugged as he disappeared into the back again. "You'll see!"
Trilla sighed. "Should I apply casual or formal makeup?"
"Whatever you want!"
"Oh…you…" she giggled to herself. "…cunt."
Suddenly her morning had just been hijacked.
Xur tried his best to clean himself up, which he wasn't much good at. The Jedi never cared much for casual or formal dress, expecting him to "robe up" as he called it, at every moment of every day. In fact, the errand he ran to pick up he and Trilla's clothing was the first time he had ever bought regular clothes for himself…and picking out for another only made it more difficult.
He just wanted this night to be perfect…she deserved as much. For once in his life he was less concerned about himself, and while the happiness of the woman he loved certainly wasn't entirely selfless, it was at least a step in the right direction. If he were going to be a father, he'd have to adjust to the role he wanted for his child…which was probably a little less him.
Fixing his hair up, nothing overly fancy, as he had nothing to prove to her, he stepped out of the back room, pacing to the cockpit. Rava was still at the wheel, her optic turning his way as he approached.
"Any trouble? I've heard the nebula can be tough to navigate," he asked, deciding to only stand behind his co-pilot chair.
"The Gemini Nebula is nearly as thick as the Deep Core in terms of star clusters. Without what the Benefactor provided, I'd say it'd be nearly impossible to chart a course, even for me," the VI begrudgingly admitted.
Xur scoffed. "Did you just admit you can't do something?"
"I said nearly impossible."
"Right, right," he cleared his throat.
"I've never heard of this Gemini Nebula," Trilla noted, her boots loud against the durasteel, prompting Xur to turn. Instantly he felt like he had underdressed himself, as Trilla looked absolutely incredible in his eyes…when really nothing had changed. Her makeup was more similar to what she used to flash as the Second Sister, but more vibrant…more stunning. Other than that, she was just her…a gorgeous, cleaned-up and shined portrait of the woman he'd cross the galaxy for.
"Wow…" he gasped, and she blushed, almost trying to hide behind her shoulders. "You look…amazing."
Trilla's nervousness was apparent, but she did well to move past it. "You clean up well, my handsome Jedi," she cocked her head, smiling.
"Really?" he asked, unsure. "Are you just saying that to make me feel better?"
She rolled her eyes, knowing he was kidding. "Now, are you going to tell me what this is all about?"
Xur shrugged. "Can't a guy take his girl out on a date?"
Her eyes widened for a moment, falling back before her mind finally processed what he was entailing. "A normal man, maybe…but we're not normal."
"No," he shook his head, gripping her upper arms. "But you know me. Today I just don't give a damn."
Her bright smile returned. "That is but one thing I love most about you…but if this is our first date," she entailed, pulling herself from his grip. "We should treat it as such."
The zabrak blinked a few times, a little slow to her reasoning. "But you're pregnant…with our kid."
Trilla cocked her head, her eyes depicting wonder as to why that fact made a difference. "And…?"
Xur scoffed, eventually chuckling to himself. "You always make me work for it."
She stepped forward, walking her fingers up his chest. "It makes it all the more rewarding for the both of us."
Sighing in concession, he stopped trying to corral her…which was like pulling a baby from its favorite candy. "Fine…way to hijack my own idea."
"You did hijack my morning," she winked, waltzing past him in a provocative fashion just to tease his senses…and he was embarrassed it was actually working. Trying to force away his growing lust, he took a deep breath and reasserted himself, just as they came out of hyperspace. Her eyes widened at the sight, assuming a position just behind Rava, the natural green glow of the nebula complimenting her emerald eyes so perfectly, Xur felt the innate desire to take a snapshot of the moment.
Sitting in the midst of the star nursery was the massive Gemini Station, a technological marvel that not even Xur had ever had the pleasure of coming to. Residing at the absolute edge of the galaxy, it had remained hidden from the outside world, and yet it was teeming with life; the beauty of being away from the gnarled claws of the Galactic Empire.
"What is this place?" she gasped.
"Our Benefactor called it Gemini Station. It is the gateway to the orbiting dwarf galaxy where the Imperium supposedly resides. The Empire doesn't even know it exists…in fact, not even the Republic was made aware of it," Xur explained.
"How did they manage that?" Trilla asked, just as Rava transmitted the clearance codes they were provided.
Xur shrugged. "Questions I don't have the answers to yet."
Trilla was almost lost in its splendor, her eyes scanning over its brilliant lights and construction. There were shielded areas in which they could spot the arcologies; the habitats in which all living beings resided within…some even living. She reached back and clasped her hand into his, pulling him along.
"I thought we were…"
"Later," she shook her head. "It's…beautiful."
He smirked. "Why do you think I wanted to take you here?"
She looked up to him and turned his way, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Thank you."
Xur knew better than to pull her in for a kiss, which would be premature with the demand of the moment, and instead gently grasped her hips. "A beautiful place for a beautiful woman."
Rava scoffed. "That was dreadful."
"Shut up," Trilla rolled her eyes. "Don't listen to this grouch."
"Trust me, it's natural," Xur remarked.
"Piss off," Rava spat. "You make the real Second Brother seem smooth."
"That's not funny," Trilla pointed.
"Yeah…what the hell?" the zabrak narrowed his eyes. "That dim-witted ass-wipe was so desperate he started hitting on Reyna."
"You're shitting me."
"Nope."
"He's not," Rava confirmed. "Still…your attempts to swoon Trilla Suduri are about as palatable as-."
"That's quite enough out of you, thank you," Trilla silenced her, and then turned back to the zabrak in her arms. "What are we doing exactly?"
Xur leaned in. "You hungry?"
Trilla almost melted in his grip. "Oh, I'm famished."
"Good."
The restaurant was perhaps the most technologically dazzling one either of them had been to…which wasn't saying much. Neither of them hardly ever went to restaurants in the first place, as most of their life had been spent as Jedi or fugitives, two occupations that hardly allowed the occasion. Colorful and pleasing hues of light filled the room, as well as a comforting dark atmosphere that set the mood perfectly for their endeavor. The music was a mixed array of pleasing, slow tunes, with a few upbeat and positive notes that had Trilla swaying her shoulders during their wait for their table to be prepared.
They were finally sat down near the edge of the restaurant, an outside area that had a quiet artificial river running beside them.
"This is nice…" Trilla remarked, their slick droid greeter stepping aside, but Xur still took the chance to pull her chair out for her, to which she appreciated very much. "Such a gentleman."
"It's part of my charm," he smirked as she sat down. "Although I'm not sure if I'm supposed to push you in or not."
"Ah, not to worry. I don't either," she giggled, electing to take care of it herself, while he took his own across the small table from her.
"Now are there any drinks I can get you two started off with?" the droid offered. Xur looked to her first, knowing she could not partake in alcohol.
"Don't let me stop you," she shrugged, and then looked up to the droid. "Water works for me."
"Are you sure?" Xur asked. "I don't want to party without you…"
"Eon, I'll be more upset if you restrict yourself for me, than if you had a drink," she made clear. "Please."
Xur smiled, tipping his head with his decision already made. "Keldare Ale."
Once they had their drinks settled and opted to wait for food so that Xur could enjoy his buzz, that's when the conversations began.
"So…what brings such a…distinguished combatant to a lively place like this?" Trilla asked.
Xur seemed confused as he took his first drink, but eventually caught on for a moment. "Is this that uh…first date thing you mentioned earlier?" he asked, and she discreetly nodded for him to play along. "Right, got it…uh…" he altered the tone of his voice, adopting a more nonchalant sitting position. "…This place…well, it's a great place to really feel the energy, relax and forget about all the troubles of the galaxy," he elaborated, and then peeked his eyes over at the other ravishing women of various races across the room. "And the scenery is not bad either."
Trilla scowled his way, until he leaned forward.
"But the view before me…" he huffed. "Brilliant…incredible."
Trilla scoffed. "Ah, well aren't you the smooth-talker. Is that supposed to melt a woman's heart?"
Xur shored himself up, but she found it amusing that she had put him on the spot, and finally rattled him a little. "Maybe not," he admitted, leaning in. "I'm Xur Eon, former Republic General and winner of numerous battles against the Separatist insurgent forces; certified clanker-beater and slayer of more imperial officers than I care to count. Believe me, when looking at the list of Imperial Public Enemies…you'll find me at the top."
The zabrak seemed to wait for her response, but Trilla simply took a sip of her water and continued to stare.
"I also hunted Jedi on the side, and you are?"
She popped her brow. "Trilla Suduri."
The zabrak scratched his chin in thought, also in a manner Trilla had to hold in her amusement. "Trilla Suduri…I might've heard a few things about you."
She cocked her head. "Oh? Indulge me."
Xur leaned in closer. "Word on the street…you're freakishly smart, incredibly sexy and an absolute goddess with a blade. Rumor has it you scared the piss out of so many stormtroopers, the Empire had to mandate all of its men to wear diapers."
Trilla giggled. "Obviously, rumors can become overblown."
"Ah, but I think there's some truth to it…since I've heard you also hunted Jedi on the side."
She shrugged. "Perhaps for a moment. Does that frighten you, Eon?"
"Frighten me?" Xur's eyes widened. "No…it excites me. A woman who can incite such fear in the hearts of her enemies will always demand respect, and she shall receive it in turn."
Trilla somewhat deadpanned. "Right…and is this failed attempt at poetry designed to have women fall head over heels for you?"
The zabrak paused, his eyes pacing away from where he leaned in…and his mind blank. "Well…yeah…and um…um…I'm running out of banter here, Trilla."
Discretely, she hid her mouth from a side view. "Just make it up, darling. Remember, we just met."
He sighed. "Trilla…look. You're the only woman I've ever hit on…" he trailed off as she gave him a skeptical look. "Yes…I'm not lying about that."
"Really?" she almost gasped, and he caught her blushing slightly. "Well that's…humbling."
"Why?"
She narrowed her eyes as if it were obvious. "Well, I mean, look at you. You're fit…dashing…toned…" she trailed off, and this was perhaps the first time he had ever seen her flushed. "Even in…other places."
Xur was struggling to take all of it in, and in that process, he felt his lips move without his consent. "You look very pretty, Trilla."
Adorably, she swayed to one side and blushed. "Thank you."
"And you're toned as well…in…all the right places…"
Blue and emerald eyes stared for a few moments, both of them waiting for the other to pick up the conversation…to no avail.
"What the fuck is going on?" Xur asked before giving into laughter just as she did, and they both shared a hefty spur of it as the awkwardness of the moment wore off. "Can we talk normal now?"
"Yes, we can talk normal now," Trilla giggled, wiping tears from her eyes.
They spent the rest of the time conversing normally, sharing intense laughs that sometimes drew the attention of surrounding tables, but they could care less. The two of them were having more fun than they cared what to do with, and Trilla's never-ending bright smile was all he could ever ask for. When their food finally came, she ate so much that he had even forked over some of his own, very much feeling the hunger pangs of pregnancy, which in itself resulted in more jokes and laughs. She even had dessert, even if Xur passed, and once their meal came to a close, he led her through the packed streets of the arcology with her arm wrapped in his. Passing by outlet stores and holographic billboards, a cool, artificial breeze blew through the air, giving almost a winter vibe to it all.
Xur shivered slightly, and Trilla giggled as she pulled in closer. "Are you cold, darling?"
He shook his head, but his chattering teeth betrayed him. "Zabraks aren't bred for the cold, h-hun."
"And here I thought a man was meant to keep his woman warm," she remarked, kissing him on the cheek.
"And I've heard mamas have a natural affinity for keeping others warm," he countered, although more as a compliment.
Trilla sighed blissfully. "Oh…I cannot wait to hear that name; their tiny hands reaching up to me as I cradle them in my arms; their adorable little laughs."
Xur laughed. "Yeah…you're going to be a kickass mama. I can already tell."
"I've been thinking of using that spare room we have on the Fury. Maybe we can purchase a crib and place it in there. We'll also have to consider decorations. I have some ideas for perhaps some wallpaper-."
"Why don't we talk baby logistics another time?" Xur urged, although trying to sound more comforting than rude.
The desired effect really didn't translate within her. "I'm sorry…I just surmised you'd be more excited about this."
"I am, I am…it's just…" he trailed off, and immediately he regretted ever bringing up his deep concerns.
"Sweetheart…what?" she crept in close, soothingly running her hand over his back. "If you're worried about it…I want you to tell me. I won't be upset."
Xur sighed. "Honestly Trilla…are we really ready for this? We haven't exactly had this conversation properly yet. I-I know about what I said on Ziost, but the dynamic has changed now…you know?"
"Okay," she tipped her head, and their pace slowed once they hit a large plaza, no longer needing to keep up with the fast-moving pedestrians. "I agree with that. So let's have it."
"I thought we were on our first date…"
Trilla chuckled. "Darling, we've been dating for quite some time now…in fact I'd say we're certainly a couple."
"You are my girlfriend," he conceded. "And baby mama."
She snorted as laughter escaped her, and they came to an open bench for two in front of a quiet and intricately beautiful fountain, its colors shifting every interval. Taking a seat, Xur found it in himself to lean back against the rest, but Trilla shifted her body to face him just as her giggles dissipated.
"For the record, I will not refer to you as my baby daddy."
Xur scoffed. "I never expected you to."
Once their joking faded away, Trilla adopted a semi-serious expression, clasping his closest hand into her own. "Alright…what are you most worried about?"
The zabrak sighed, his eyes pacing away to the sporadic crowd that walked through the plaza, and spotting a few children running around with their parents desperately trying to keep them close. Trilla's gaze never left him, and once he ran out of reasons to stall, he spoke from his heart.
"I'm scared," he admitted.
Her other hand fell atop his, massaging it for comfort. "Of what?"
"Trilla, look," he began, his fear turning his tone sourer than he intended. "You know, you talk about setting up a crib on the Fury, but the Fury is a warship whether you like it or not. One bad day…one lucky shot to our starboard side that fries the shield, and our baby's gone. That's all it takes."
Trilla sighed. "Xur, that's always all it takes."
"But it's bigger than that. Kids here…they don't have to worry about being ambushed every night. Our kid…they're going to be living in fear, and the truth is, we won't always be able to be there for them," he then stopped her before she could say what he knew was coming. "We'll find a way doesn't work. It's foolhardy and reckless."
"I wasn't going to say that," she eased, and the amount of restraint and understanding she was displaying was surprising. "You are right…but who are we to deny this child at least a chance?"
He sighed at that. "I don't know…"
Trilla leaned in, pulling at his chin to have him face her. "I can't tell you this child won't change our lives…because it will…but our lives have changed so much in such a short time. What's one more?"
Xur wanted them to have this child…that much was certain…but he wanted to be sure it received a childhood that would not scar it forever, and at least gave them a chance to be what they desired. He and Trilla had suffered much in their respective upbringings, and he had vowed that they would never have to go through what he did, otherwise he'd be one shitty ass father.
And yet Trilla's constant assurances did not fall upon deaf ears, and he certainly trusted her with his life…and much more than that. He'd fought for her and won her back, and now he should take advantage of the chance he had been given…not give in to fear. If the love of his life wanted to have a child…then he would grant her as much.
That reminded him of something else.
He rose to his feet, pulling her along. "Come on, I've got one last surprise for you."
Trilla chuckled as they came to a door at the end of a narrow hallway, and Xur slid in a keycard through the narrow, black slot. "Did you get us a room?"
The zabrak waited for the satisfying dig with the flashing green light, and then winked. "Maybe."
Opening the door for her to step through, Trilla was greeted to a lavish and extravagant room, its style royal yet modern, spacious with a large bed, bath and shower. The carpet sunk with each step as she gleamed, and once her eyes spotted the small balcony pool through the sliders, she gasped.
"Oh, I'm getting in," she declared. "Are you shitting me?"
"Nope," Xur shook his head as he shut the door, being sure to apply the Do Not Disturb placard. "That, sweetheart, is a pool."
She clenched both fists with excitement, and then rushed back to wrap her arms around him tightly, a move that stunned him until she pulled away. "You are one smart man."
Xur cleared his throat as he recovered. "Okay…why smart?"
Her excitement dissipated, and instead gave way to an almost devious smile of anticipation. "Go on, get in."
The zabrak cocked his head. "Well…what about you?"
Trilla stepped away, already unbuttoning her jacket as she paced to the shower room. "I'll be out, but only if you go first."
Xur ignorantly scoffed as she disappeared. "Alright…" he proceeded to undress himself into only his undergarments…which were waterproof, just as he planned. With a wave of his hand, the sliding glass door opened, and he dipped himself into the soothing pool at a perfect temperature, feeling the soreness of the day ease itself. Groaning as he sat in the shallow water, he exhaled through his nose and let his head fall back in a state of total relaxation.
"Xur…"
When he opened his eyes, Trilla was sinking in beside him…and wearing perhaps the most eye-candy swimwear he had ever seen. His eyes literally got away with looking at all the places they had ever wished, while also keeping her covered to not consider her nude. It was…not like her…but he found her body too intoxicating to look away from.
"I have my surprises too…" she smiled adorably, sinking in beside him, before pointing her finger. "Although…best enjoy this now, because I'm burning this ridiculous costume tomorrow morning."
Xur chuckled. "I have no objections to that."
Trilla cocked her head. "You don't like it?"
He found himself stammering as he lost his eyes in her cleavage but cursed to himself for his lack of maturity. "It's fine…I just don't want you to think you have to dress in that to make me think you're attractive."
She nodded knowingly. "Oh, I know. I was thinking more along the lines of a reward of sorts. Besides, I know once this baby gets a little bigger, I'll have to say goodbye to these kind of things for a moment."
Xur smiled, scooting towards her, and she caught the hint, pulling her legs over his so he could hold her in his arms, letting her own wrap around his neck. "You being here with me is more of a reward than I could've ever asked for."
Trilla blushed.
"And honestly…if you wore a poncho, I'd think you were sexy."
She snorted loudly into laughter that pulled her head back. "I'm not so sure about that," she admitted. "But now you're making me want to remove this silly thing."
"No, no, no!" Xur shook his head. "It's…great. I love it, actually."
His beautiful brunette girlfriend winked his way. "Good."
Her final adorable gesture was what sent him over the edge. Losing control, he pulled her in, and their tongues entwined passionately as he impressed a hungry kiss upon her, almost crushing her smaller frame in his grip. Taking command in a role reversal from usual, he situated himself between her legs, pushing her against the back of the pool as he pressed deeper, devouring the sweet taste of her lips. Trilla's eyes shut as she let herself fall limp, giving him full access to wherever he wished.
Once he was done with her lips, he kissed her neck intensely, an action that had her groaning with pleasure as he did so. She pressed her hands against his chest, squeezing his muscles as she let her head fall back, and by then they both were in a state of passionate bliss.
Pulling away to take a breath, Xur reached underneath the water. "Let's make this a night to remember."
Trilla narrowed her eyes. "Xur…" before they bulged wide, and she gasped.
You said you loved meeeeeee!
I know…and I still do! I will always love you!
You're a liar! Such a terrible liar! *overacting sobbing*
"Ugh, this is dreadful," Trilla rolled her eyes at the current movie playing on their holoscreen, her head resting on Xur's shoulder beneath their bedsheets. "She's not even trying to make it believable."
Xur nodded in agreement, his head propped up by the pillows, calling the remote back into his hand. "Yeah, this is pretty bad," switching the channel, coming up with sporadic episodes from various shows neither of them had ever bothered to become acquainted with. Eventually he settled for a sporting event he couldn't identify, and elected to mute the sound, pulling Trilla in close.
"You know I love you, right?" Trilla asked, snuggling into his grip, to which he caressed her shoulder with his thumb.
"I know."
She then giggled, clambering atop of him, their skin rubbing against one another with their movements. "It's unlike you to do all the work as well."
He smiled, keeping her in his grip. "I figured I'd give mommy a break this time."
"Hmmm…didn't mommy tell daddy that she doesn't want him to do all the work?" she asked, provocatively pressing forward, proceeding to sit up on her knees. "And mommy likes her chance to make daddy happy."
"Daddy's always happy when mommy is with him."
Her deep giggle and long sigh gave him shivers as she leaned into his ear. "Well, daddy made mommy very happy today…and now she wants to return the favor."
She did, and by the end, they could say without a doubt that this had been the best night of their lives.
Next: Someone makes her explosive return into the Star Wars Eons universe…
