Title: Breakfast
Author: Jainasolo17
Email: kitten7894067516@aol.com
Rating: PG-13
Archive: Ask First
Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I have absolutely nothing that anyone could sue me for. Well, except for maybe my cats. The Great Flannel-Wearing One owns the SW Universe and Obi-Wan (lucky guy). Hey, this chapter's is starting to go somewhere where I believe everyone should have foreseen... I hope you enjoy. I love feedback, so feel free to tell me what you think of this little venture of mine.
Namir sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. As far as she could tell, Ben wasn't in the room, but she feigned a look of pain anyway. Her wounds had healed faster than she had ever imagined that they would, and it frustrated her. She didn't want to leave at all. With the way she had been treated here, she would rather stay. After all, she really had nowhere to go. She hadn't been home to her family in years.
For the first time in her life, she was being treated with respect and kindness. Being a bounty hunter did necessarily grant those things. It brought forth all kinds of new feelings. For one, she was sure that she had fallen in love with him. She had never imagined that this would happen to her. Somehow, she had always believed that she was above it. Men were objects to her; they were only meant to be used for gain. Not this man, though, he was different. He was special... he treated her as if she were special.
Namir could not even begin to fathom how odd they way he treated her was. He regarded her with respect and kindness and hadn't once made a move on her. At first, she had been inclined to believe that this meant that he was gay. She was definitely not used to having her looks ignored. It seemed as if he didn't care what she looked like. More than once, she had tried to let her clothing reveal more of her body, but he never seemed to notice.
This had frustrated her at first. It seemed to be just her luck to be rescued by an incredibly handsome, gay man. However, as she was able to observe him over time, she decided that he did not act at all homosexual. Of course, she couldn't really determine whether his preference until she asked him or perhaps took more direct means of discovery into her own hands. She smiled at the thought of it. She had been tempted early on, but thought better of it once she developed feelings for him. He was the type that would lose respect for her if she tried too early. Was it still to early? She didn't know.
Her train of thought was interrupted when Ben entered the room. She was taken aback by how gorgeous he could look so early in the morning. Surely, no one else could look half as good, or half as awake as he did at that hour. Smiling at him, she wondered whether he had any idea how hard she had fallen for him.
"Did you sleep well?" He asked, crossing the room toward the kitchen alcove. For dramatic effect, Namir grimaced as if she was in pain,
"Better than usual, I'd say, but the pain..."
"Still bothering you, is it?" She nodded.
"Well, then I guess there will be more bed rest for you."
"I really do feel bad taking your bed away from you."
"It's a small sacrifice. I can handle it." He said. "I enjoy your company. I don't get many visitors out here."
"You could always go into the city." It still puzzled her why he had decided to remain so solitary.
"I could." With that, he fell silent, obviously lost in his own thoughts. Without saying another word, he began to make their meal. They didn't speak again until after it was finished and he had handed her the food in a bowl.
When they had finished eating he said, "Would you mind if I take a shower? I didn't expect to work up such a sweat out there." At the mention of a shower, Namir's mind automatically reverted to thoughts of a very primal urge. She suddenly wanted to invite him back into his bed.
"Of course I don't mind. It's your house. I just hope that you would be kind enough to let me know when I have started to overstay my welcome."
"My dear lady, I don't believe that would ever be the case. You are far too classy to do such a thing." She felt herself blush, as she always did when he flattered in that way. No one had ever spoken to her like that. Classy was the last word she would have used to describe herself. "But if you will excuse me..."
Once he was behind the refresher door, Namir let out a long sigh. As she heard the water start she could not help thinking about his beautiful naked body in all that water. It was so incredibly frustrating to know that there was a gorgeous man naked in the next room and she could do nothing about it. Well, she certainly could do something about it, but going to him would show him that she could, in fact walk. He could quite possibly throw her out. At least, she smiled, she might get some enjoyment first. She stifled this thought almost as soon as she conceived it. It wouldn't be like that; she didn't want it to be like that.
Nevertheless, her thoughts returned to him... his eyes... his beautifully muscled neck... his wonderfully broad shoulders... She lay down on the bed and closed her eyes, imagining what he must look like in all his glory. It was almost too much for her. It had been so long since she had any physical contact with a man. Almost absent-mindedly, her hand slipped down between her legs.
Author: Jainasolo17
Email: kitten7894067516@aol.com
Rating: PG-13
Archive: Ask First
Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I have absolutely nothing that anyone could sue me for. Well, except for maybe my cats. The Great Flannel-Wearing One owns the SW Universe and Obi-Wan (lucky guy). Hey, this chapter's is starting to go somewhere where I believe everyone should have foreseen... I hope you enjoy. I love feedback, so feel free to tell me what you think of this little venture of mine.
Namir sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. As far as she could tell, Ben wasn't in the room, but she feigned a look of pain anyway. Her wounds had healed faster than she had ever imagined that they would, and it frustrated her. She didn't want to leave at all. With the way she had been treated here, she would rather stay. After all, she really had nowhere to go. She hadn't been home to her family in years.
For the first time in her life, she was being treated with respect and kindness. Being a bounty hunter did necessarily grant those things. It brought forth all kinds of new feelings. For one, she was sure that she had fallen in love with him. She had never imagined that this would happen to her. Somehow, she had always believed that she was above it. Men were objects to her; they were only meant to be used for gain. Not this man, though, he was different. He was special... he treated her as if she were special.
Namir could not even begin to fathom how odd they way he treated her was. He regarded her with respect and kindness and hadn't once made a move on her. At first, she had been inclined to believe that this meant that he was gay. She was definitely not used to having her looks ignored. It seemed as if he didn't care what she looked like. More than once, she had tried to let her clothing reveal more of her body, but he never seemed to notice.
This had frustrated her at first. It seemed to be just her luck to be rescued by an incredibly handsome, gay man. However, as she was able to observe him over time, she decided that he did not act at all homosexual. Of course, she couldn't really determine whether his preference until she asked him or perhaps took more direct means of discovery into her own hands. She smiled at the thought of it. She had been tempted early on, but thought better of it once she developed feelings for him. He was the type that would lose respect for her if she tried too early. Was it still to early? She didn't know.
Her train of thought was interrupted when Ben entered the room. She was taken aback by how gorgeous he could look so early in the morning. Surely, no one else could look half as good, or half as awake as he did at that hour. Smiling at him, she wondered whether he had any idea how hard she had fallen for him.
"Did you sleep well?" He asked, crossing the room toward the kitchen alcove. For dramatic effect, Namir grimaced as if she was in pain,
"Better than usual, I'd say, but the pain..."
"Still bothering you, is it?" She nodded.
"Well, then I guess there will be more bed rest for you."
"I really do feel bad taking your bed away from you."
"It's a small sacrifice. I can handle it." He said. "I enjoy your company. I don't get many visitors out here."
"You could always go into the city." It still puzzled her why he had decided to remain so solitary.
"I could." With that, he fell silent, obviously lost in his own thoughts. Without saying another word, he began to make their meal. They didn't speak again until after it was finished and he had handed her the food in a bowl.
When they had finished eating he said, "Would you mind if I take a shower? I didn't expect to work up such a sweat out there." At the mention of a shower, Namir's mind automatically reverted to thoughts of a very primal urge. She suddenly wanted to invite him back into his bed.
"Of course I don't mind. It's your house. I just hope that you would be kind enough to let me know when I have started to overstay my welcome."
"My dear lady, I don't believe that would ever be the case. You are far too classy to do such a thing." She felt herself blush, as she always did when he flattered in that way. No one had ever spoken to her like that. Classy was the last word she would have used to describe herself. "But if you will excuse me..."
Once he was behind the refresher door, Namir let out a long sigh. As she heard the water start she could not help thinking about his beautiful naked body in all that water. It was so incredibly frustrating to know that there was a gorgeous man naked in the next room and she could do nothing about it. Well, she certainly could do something about it, but going to him would show him that she could, in fact walk. He could quite possibly throw her out. At least, she smiled, she might get some enjoyment first. She stifled this thought almost as soon as she conceived it. It wouldn't be like that; she didn't want it to be like that.
Nevertheless, her thoughts returned to him... his eyes... his beautifully muscled neck... his wonderfully broad shoulders... She lay down on the bed and closed her eyes, imagining what he must look like in all his glory. It was almost too much for her. It had been so long since she had any physical contact with a man. Almost absent-mindedly, her hand slipped down between her legs.