[b] Chapter 15[/b]
"You know, you really didn't have to get me anything." Chloe said picking at her plate of food in disgust as she watched Brady shovel the unidentifiable mush into his mouth at an alarming rate. Fascinated by the way his strong jaw moved with each bite of the foul smelling meal, Chloe continued to watch him while awaiting any response other then his noisy chewing.
"What was I supposed to do? Let you starve?" He asked between bites, never looking up from his plate and fork.
"Well with the way we treat each other I wouldn't be surprised." She mumbled crinkling her nose up in disgust as she attempted to put a forkful of food into her mouth, then dropping it gently back onto the plate.
"Yes, now you see my plan. Gain the Council and the girl's trust then, obtain an important assignment, then en route, starve the girl to death." He said sarcastically as he scraped the last bit of food from the plate, his fork screeching loudly throughout the crowded mess hall.
"Sounds like an excellent plan to me, only wish that I had thought of it first." She mumbled, pushing her plate away for effect.
"Wouldn't have worked." Brady said with a satisfying smirk as he leaned back in his chair. "I'll eat anything that you put in front of me."
"So I see." She said glancing at his plate, which now lay before him, wiped clean.
"Now are you gonna eat or am I going to have to feed you myself?" He said leaning across the table and grabbing a forkful of food off of her plate.
"Unfortunately yes. You will have to feed me yourself. You see, I can handle a lightsaber with the best of them, handle just about any starship you seat me in front of, and Jedi mind trick myself up one side of the galaxy and down the other. But alas," She paused dramatically to raise the back of her right hand to her forehead, "I cannot feed myself. I am grateful that you have come into my life Brady Black, now I will never fret again!"
"Jeez woman! Are you gonna eat it or not?" He said trying to keep his voice low amongst the refugees aboard the ship, but with his dealings with Chloe, it was never an easy feat.
"I am not eating that disgusting thing." She said waving her hand at the meal.
"Don't be such a princess!" He said pulling the plate towards him, devouring it within moments.
"You know, watching you eat is like watching a space wreck." She said cringing as she watched him finish off her plate. "Too disturbing to tear your eyes away from."
"No princess, the only reason you can't tear your eyes away is because you find me far too sexy." He said leaning back in his chair once more, his eyes leering at her more than he intended. His cockiness oozing off him in waves, he began to wonder where this surge of confidence came from.
"You're impossible." Chloe said glaring at him as she too leaned back, arms folded across her chest. "And just because my sister was once a queen, doesn't mean that I am a princess."
"Now I didn't mean you were a literal princess, you're no where near classy enough." He said as she gaped at him.
"And you sir are one too talk. You wouldn't know class if it smacked you in the face!" She replied in shock. "And at the moment I don't think that I have the energy to smack you."
"Well aren't we glad for some things!" He said, waiting for her next biting remark, but none came, as she had now resigned herself to ignore him, praying that the par-secs between Coruscant and Naboo would pass quickly. Sighing Brady looked around the busy mess hall of the space ship, watching the refugees around him, the small family units, the couples of young lovers, all hoping to find a better life on Naboo. He watched as the all engaged in their own quiet conversations, eating their meals in peace together, the children chattering on with their parents, and he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart watching these families. Wishing that perhaps it could be he and Chloe. Sighing once more he reached into the pocket of his tattered robe, the normal garb for a refugee, pulling out a package wrapped in a napkin, he slid it across the table to Chloe. Knocking the table once to gain her attention, he silently pointed down to the table, as she eyed the package wearily. Nodding at her, she slowly reached her hands out and opened the package. As the paper soon gave way to a large piece of cake, a wide smile spread across Chloe's face. Before she could open her mouth to respond, Brady placed his hand up. "I brought it from home, figured I might be hungry along the way. But seeing as how I was a pig and ate your dinner, I figure might as well give it to you." He said nonchalantly as he watched her thankful eyes glisten over. Blushing he ducked his head quickly. "I mean besides, I'm full now. And you look like you haven't eaten in weeks, could use to gain a few pounds. What good is my Padawan if she's too weak to even lift her lightsaber. So don't get all mushy, because in the long run it's a favor to me." He rambled on quickly. Without a word he could feel the air around him shift as Chloe leaned across the table, taking his hand within her own. Ignoring his initial shock, and the ways of pleasure and lust that soon followed, he raised his face to meet hers.
"Thank you." She said simply, then removed her hand just as quickly as she had placed it there, both of their souls silently protesting at the loss of contact. At the loss of her warmth, Brady swiftly shoved his hands into his pockets, as Chloe's hands busied themselves with picking apart the gift, shoving small bites into her mouth every few moments. Watching intently, Brady tried to stifle back a groan as each plump morsel of food, as well as her fingertips, grazed across her plump lips. As she quickly polished off the treat, her fingertips searching the napkin for lost crumbs, the two settled back into silence, but this time a companionable one. Easing himself up onto his elbows, Brady leaned across the table to swipe away an imaginary crumb from the corner of her mouth.
"You had a little something there." He said trying to justify his actions to both of them, telling himself that 'just to feel her lips' was not an acceptable one.
"Thank you." She said once more, as Brady had now decided that those were his two favourite words in any language. He was even more certain of his decision when he was rewarded with the sight of the tip of Chloe's soft pink tongue, darting out and touching her lips, to make sure that there were indeed no more crumbs lying there.
"No problem." He grunted nonchalantly as he attempted once more to keep his hormones in check. "See, what would you do without me?
"Yes, Jedi Master Brady Black, my very own personal napkin." She said blushing softly.
"A job I take great honor in having. I suppose that I will now have to add it to my resume."
"Planning on another job besides Jedi Master?" She asked jokingly.
[i] Your love slave?[/i] He thought quickly, but then berated himself for such thoughts. "Well there is nothing on the horizon yet, but you never know where life will take you. I mean look at us, here, together. Would you have thought that a few weeks ago?"
"I didn't know you a few weeks ago." She said softly, wondering how she could have ever lived her life without having him in it. Besides the higher stress levels she now maintained do to his aggravating nature, she knew her life was indeed better knowing him, although she would never admit it.
"Oh and how much better life was?" He joked bitterly, but his eyes still maintained some sort of resemblance of hope.
"No, not better. Different." She said smiling at him. Indeed, how different life was a few weeks ago. Her silent crush on Jedi Master Obi- Wan Kenobi, just that, now out in the open, a fulfilled fantasy, and perhaps now all but a memory. Her best friend and long absent sister, married in secret. A war tearing apart the galaxy. Her beloved master, dead at the hands of monsters, and her new and conflicting feelings for her new master. The man she at first loathed, but was now beginning to see in a different light. "So," Chloe said quickly changing subjects. "You'll have to tell me where you got the cake from so that I can pick it up when we get home."
"Well I guess then the place would be my room." He said smiling broadly at her, glad that she enjoyed the treat. "You see Chloe, I made it."
"No way!" She said in disbelief. "You couldn't have!"
"Indeed you have much to learn my young Padawan. Not only am I a Jedi Master, but a culinary one as well." He said, his smile beaming larger.
"Well there is much about you I do not know Master Black. Hopefully this mission will rectify that." She said slyly as she watched his cocky expression morph into one like that of a bantha caught in speeder lights. "And perhaps you could even cook me breakfast one morning."
[i] Only after I had spent the previous night ravaging you into unconsciousness.[/i] He thought shaking his head, trying to get out the images he created, her breathless and panting on his bead, her body sleek with their combined moistures, her long hair spread out in the tangled mass of bed cloths, as he stood above her bare, preparing to take her further into ecstasy, with the meal he would soon prepare. "We'll see." He choked out, his face flushed, as she stared at him, unaware of his true thoughts, her innocent brow crinkled in confusion.
"Okay." She said oddly, trying to find the words to see what was the matter. But before she could open her mouth once more, she was interrupted by the intercom.
[b] "We'll soon be landing in Theed, capital of Naboo, please prepare for the landing."[/b]
As the crackling of the overhead announcement subsided, the excitement within the confines of the mess hall began to build. Looking around them, Chloe and Brady couldn't help but smile at the refugees, despite the war raging throughout the star systems, they still had hope for a better life. And if Chloe and Brady could do anything about it, as Jedi, as people, these refugees would have nothing but peace and happiness with them on Naboo. Turning back to each other, the two could not help but smile as the space shuttle prepared to dock, their current mindsets would have to wait as behind the doors lay their mission. One that they would face and hopefully accomplish, together.
"You know, you really didn't have to get me anything." Chloe said picking at her plate of food in disgust as she watched Brady shovel the unidentifiable mush into his mouth at an alarming rate. Fascinated by the way his strong jaw moved with each bite of the foul smelling meal, Chloe continued to watch him while awaiting any response other then his noisy chewing.
"What was I supposed to do? Let you starve?" He asked between bites, never looking up from his plate and fork.
"Well with the way we treat each other I wouldn't be surprised." She mumbled crinkling her nose up in disgust as she attempted to put a forkful of food into her mouth, then dropping it gently back onto the plate.
"Yes, now you see my plan. Gain the Council and the girl's trust then, obtain an important assignment, then en route, starve the girl to death." He said sarcastically as he scraped the last bit of food from the plate, his fork screeching loudly throughout the crowded mess hall.
"Sounds like an excellent plan to me, only wish that I had thought of it first." She mumbled, pushing her plate away for effect.
"Wouldn't have worked." Brady said with a satisfying smirk as he leaned back in his chair. "I'll eat anything that you put in front of me."
"So I see." She said glancing at his plate, which now lay before him, wiped clean.
"Now are you gonna eat or am I going to have to feed you myself?" He said leaning across the table and grabbing a forkful of food off of her plate.
"Unfortunately yes. You will have to feed me yourself. You see, I can handle a lightsaber with the best of them, handle just about any starship you seat me in front of, and Jedi mind trick myself up one side of the galaxy and down the other. But alas," She paused dramatically to raise the back of her right hand to her forehead, "I cannot feed myself. I am grateful that you have come into my life Brady Black, now I will never fret again!"
"Jeez woman! Are you gonna eat it or not?" He said trying to keep his voice low amongst the refugees aboard the ship, but with his dealings with Chloe, it was never an easy feat.
"I am not eating that disgusting thing." She said waving her hand at the meal.
"Don't be such a princess!" He said pulling the plate towards him, devouring it within moments.
"You know, watching you eat is like watching a space wreck." She said cringing as she watched him finish off her plate. "Too disturbing to tear your eyes away from."
"No princess, the only reason you can't tear your eyes away is because you find me far too sexy." He said leaning back in his chair once more, his eyes leering at her more than he intended. His cockiness oozing off him in waves, he began to wonder where this surge of confidence came from.
"You're impossible." Chloe said glaring at him as she too leaned back, arms folded across her chest. "And just because my sister was once a queen, doesn't mean that I am a princess."
"Now I didn't mean you were a literal princess, you're no where near classy enough." He said as she gaped at him.
"And you sir are one too talk. You wouldn't know class if it smacked you in the face!" She replied in shock. "And at the moment I don't think that I have the energy to smack you."
"Well aren't we glad for some things!" He said, waiting for her next biting remark, but none came, as she had now resigned herself to ignore him, praying that the par-secs between Coruscant and Naboo would pass quickly. Sighing Brady looked around the busy mess hall of the space ship, watching the refugees around him, the small family units, the couples of young lovers, all hoping to find a better life on Naboo. He watched as the all engaged in their own quiet conversations, eating their meals in peace together, the children chattering on with their parents, and he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart watching these families. Wishing that perhaps it could be he and Chloe. Sighing once more he reached into the pocket of his tattered robe, the normal garb for a refugee, pulling out a package wrapped in a napkin, he slid it across the table to Chloe. Knocking the table once to gain her attention, he silently pointed down to the table, as she eyed the package wearily. Nodding at her, she slowly reached her hands out and opened the package. As the paper soon gave way to a large piece of cake, a wide smile spread across Chloe's face. Before she could open her mouth to respond, Brady placed his hand up. "I brought it from home, figured I might be hungry along the way. But seeing as how I was a pig and ate your dinner, I figure might as well give it to you." He said nonchalantly as he watched her thankful eyes glisten over. Blushing he ducked his head quickly. "I mean besides, I'm full now. And you look like you haven't eaten in weeks, could use to gain a few pounds. What good is my Padawan if she's too weak to even lift her lightsaber. So don't get all mushy, because in the long run it's a favor to me." He rambled on quickly. Without a word he could feel the air around him shift as Chloe leaned across the table, taking his hand within her own. Ignoring his initial shock, and the ways of pleasure and lust that soon followed, he raised his face to meet hers.
"Thank you." She said simply, then removed her hand just as quickly as she had placed it there, both of their souls silently protesting at the loss of contact. At the loss of her warmth, Brady swiftly shoved his hands into his pockets, as Chloe's hands busied themselves with picking apart the gift, shoving small bites into her mouth every few moments. Watching intently, Brady tried to stifle back a groan as each plump morsel of food, as well as her fingertips, grazed across her plump lips. As she quickly polished off the treat, her fingertips searching the napkin for lost crumbs, the two settled back into silence, but this time a companionable one. Easing himself up onto his elbows, Brady leaned across the table to swipe away an imaginary crumb from the corner of her mouth.
"You had a little something there." He said trying to justify his actions to both of them, telling himself that 'just to feel her lips' was not an acceptable one.
"Thank you." She said once more, as Brady had now decided that those were his two favourite words in any language. He was even more certain of his decision when he was rewarded with the sight of the tip of Chloe's soft pink tongue, darting out and touching her lips, to make sure that there were indeed no more crumbs lying there.
"No problem." He grunted nonchalantly as he attempted once more to keep his hormones in check. "See, what would you do without me?
"Yes, Jedi Master Brady Black, my very own personal napkin." She said blushing softly.
"A job I take great honor in having. I suppose that I will now have to add it to my resume."
"Planning on another job besides Jedi Master?" She asked jokingly.
[i] Your love slave?[/i] He thought quickly, but then berated himself for such thoughts. "Well there is nothing on the horizon yet, but you never know where life will take you. I mean look at us, here, together. Would you have thought that a few weeks ago?"
"I didn't know you a few weeks ago." She said softly, wondering how she could have ever lived her life without having him in it. Besides the higher stress levels she now maintained do to his aggravating nature, she knew her life was indeed better knowing him, although she would never admit it.
"Oh and how much better life was?" He joked bitterly, but his eyes still maintained some sort of resemblance of hope.
"No, not better. Different." She said smiling at him. Indeed, how different life was a few weeks ago. Her silent crush on Jedi Master Obi- Wan Kenobi, just that, now out in the open, a fulfilled fantasy, and perhaps now all but a memory. Her best friend and long absent sister, married in secret. A war tearing apart the galaxy. Her beloved master, dead at the hands of monsters, and her new and conflicting feelings for her new master. The man she at first loathed, but was now beginning to see in a different light. "So," Chloe said quickly changing subjects. "You'll have to tell me where you got the cake from so that I can pick it up when we get home."
"Well I guess then the place would be my room." He said smiling broadly at her, glad that she enjoyed the treat. "You see Chloe, I made it."
"No way!" She said in disbelief. "You couldn't have!"
"Indeed you have much to learn my young Padawan. Not only am I a Jedi Master, but a culinary one as well." He said, his smile beaming larger.
"Well there is much about you I do not know Master Black. Hopefully this mission will rectify that." She said slyly as she watched his cocky expression morph into one like that of a bantha caught in speeder lights. "And perhaps you could even cook me breakfast one morning."
[i] Only after I had spent the previous night ravaging you into unconsciousness.[/i] He thought shaking his head, trying to get out the images he created, her breathless and panting on his bead, her body sleek with their combined moistures, her long hair spread out in the tangled mass of bed cloths, as he stood above her bare, preparing to take her further into ecstasy, with the meal he would soon prepare. "We'll see." He choked out, his face flushed, as she stared at him, unaware of his true thoughts, her innocent brow crinkled in confusion.
"Okay." She said oddly, trying to find the words to see what was the matter. But before she could open her mouth once more, she was interrupted by the intercom.
[b] "We'll soon be landing in Theed, capital of Naboo, please prepare for the landing."[/b]
As the crackling of the overhead announcement subsided, the excitement within the confines of the mess hall began to build. Looking around them, Chloe and Brady couldn't help but smile at the refugees, despite the war raging throughout the star systems, they still had hope for a better life. And if Chloe and Brady could do anything about it, as Jedi, as people, these refugees would have nothing but peace and happiness with them on Naboo. Turning back to each other, the two could not help but smile as the space shuttle prepared to dock, their current mindsets would have to wait as behind the doors lay their mission. One that they would face and hopefully accomplish, together.