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Part 2

//Baby did a bad, bad thing…//

"Baby Did a Bad, Bad thing" Chris Isaak//
What was she doing? It was insane. It was stupid. It
was insane….

She had promised herself that the kiss would be the
only one she and Wedge shared. But in the light of a
new day….Gods, she wanted to kiss him again. Do more
than just kiss him. During that late night of
self-reproach she realized Wedge was no longer brother
to her. That bond had faded the night he had told her
of the sacrifice his parents had made to save the
lives of others.

He had visited her room late at night, eyes swollen
from tears he would not shed in her presence. His
voice was low, hitching occasionally as he described
his parents last words to him, while telling her of
the blinding fireball that had engulfed the only
family he had had left. Tentatively, she had wrapped
her arm around him, almost fearing the coldness that
crept through him as he described flying her father's
starfighter against the beings responsible for the
tragedy that now shadowed Wedge's life. His arms had
crept around her waist as she buried her face against
his shoulder, knowing that he would not want a witness
to his sorrow.

They had spent the rest of the night like that,
wrapped in each other's arms. Neither one speaking
after Wedge forced the last few words describing his
loss past the lump in his throat. While she had held
him, she had not thought of him as anything but a
being in pain, but since then…

Since then, she had been noticing little details about
him, a sure sign that she was indeed infatuated with
her dearest friend. Little details that made
Wedge…well, Wedge. The little scars on his hands from
working on the ships…She'd spent far too much time
thinking about those hands and what they could do…The
constant shift of colors that illuminated his dark
eyes. That dumb smirk that made her want to slap him
whenever he said, "I told you so." The way his black
hair curled around his collar when it managed to
escape the tail he attempted to keep it in.

Gods, she wanted to rip his hair free of its tie and
tangle her fingers in the silken strands. Feel it
slide between her fingers as she pulled him to her so
that she could drown herself in the taste of him. She
knew that it would be all too easy to lose herself in
that experience. That was part of the reason why that
first kiss had been so brief. She was afraid of
losing his friendship, terrified of losing part of
herself.

Maybe she would lose herself in him. She didn't
really care anymore. She wanted him more than she
wanted anything, anyone, she had ever encountered.
Her desire for him would probably ruin their
friendship. That truly worried her. Wedge had been
such welcomed presence in her life; she couldn't
picture life without him being near.

She should go back to her room and forget this insane
idea. But even as she considered skulking away, she
knew she would stay where she was. It went against
her nature to not see where this led. And even
without that stubborn tenacity, her hunger for him was
steadily overriding her willpower.

She HAD to kiss him again.

Easier said, or thought, than done.

Ever since that first kiss, Wedge had been avoiding
her. Which meant her goal would be more difficult.
Mirax smiled to herself, not that being more difficult
was bad…a challenge would make her prize that much
sweeter when she tasted it.

Thanks to her father's more…unusual…business deals she
knew corridors of space stations like Heaven's
Crossroads one as well as she knew the insides of the
Pulsar Skate. And THAT would be to her advantage
while she was trying to find her elusive target.

//Target? Sithspawn, I must be obsessed. I'm even
thinking like a pilot now!//

Her thoughts were stilled as she heard a familiar set
of footsteps. Wedge traveled this corridor every
"morning" to go to the hangar where his freighter and
the Skate were docked. It was part of his daily
routine, on safe ground so he usually let memory guide
him to the hangar while he was busy figuring the
various details of running a ship.

But despite his inattention, she knew he was still a
warrior. The blaster on his hip worried her. //He'll
probably vape me before he realizes who grabbed him.
He might vape me even if he knows who grabbed him. He
might not WANT me grabbing him…Okay, no more thoughts
like that. Just focus on your target…//

Click. Click. Click. The crisp, precise sound of
his boot heels on the durasteel floor. She risked a
glance at him, then ducked back into her hiding place.
Just like she expected. Wedge was focused on the
calculations he was working on his datapad, not the
world around him. //Datapad in his right hand. He
can't draw his blaster.// Perfect.

Click. Click. Click. Almost in range…His shadow
fell over her. NOW!

Wedge let out a startled yelp as she caught hold of
his arm, spinning him around so that her momentum
would propel him into the access space. She bounced
forward, pressing her body against his. The data pad
clattered to the floor. As she expected, he reached
for the blaster at his hip, but her hand around his
wrist stilled the motion.

His deep brown eyes widened in recognition, causing
him to relax slightly against her. "Mirax, what are
you doing?"

She answered him by pressing her mouth against his,
flicking the tip of her tongue across his lips until
they parted, allowing her to get a true taste of the
forbidden. //Oh, Gods he tastes so good.// So much
better than she expected, the sweet wildness almost
overloading her senses. She felt like she was
drinking in his passion, tasting that fire that was
seducing her into falling in lov…All thought shattered
as one strong hand cupped her neck, drawing her closer
so he could suck her tongue deeper into his mouth.

She melted against him as his arm slid 'round her
waist. Mirax knew she was losing herself, but she
didn't care. The world narrowed to the press of her
body against his. To the warmth of his mouth and the
sensuous rhythm of his tongue sliding against hers.
She felt his desire, could feel it singing through the
air. She felt it matched by the warm tension coiling
through her. Gods, she wanted him. Wanted him to
touch her. Wanted him to make love to her.

Love….

The thought forced her to stumble away from him. Her
back contacted the wall and she was suddenly grateful
for how narrow her hiding place was as she fell
against it for support. One ragged breath barely
settled her nerves enough so that she could look at
him.

And it took all of her self-control not to throw
herself onto him again. //Can't do it. Can't do it.
Can't do it.// A small spark of pride managed to find
its way into her thoughts. The seemingly unshakable
Antilles composure was shattered. He was leaning
heavily against the wall, his dark hair falling across
his face. His soft brown eyes were unfocused as he
gasped for breath. The rise and fall of his chest
guided her eyes lower…She smirked when she saw how
obvious it was that Wedge desired her as much as she
wanted him.

Then suddenly he was moving. //Gods, if he touches me,
I'm lost. I won't be able to say no. I'll fall…//
He took a step forward, causing her to panic at his
proximity. He reached out for her, "Mira…" His
fingertips barely brushed the sleeve of her jumpsuit
before she all but vanished from the access passageway.