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Part 3
//Something in your eyes keeps haunting me
I'm trying to escape you
And I know there ain't no way to
To chase you from my mind …//
"Painted on My Heart" The Cult//
She was falling in love with Wedge Antilles.
She hated admitting it, dreaded admitting it, but it
was true. She was falling in love with her dearest
friend.
Mirax glared up at the ceiling as if it were the cause
of all her turmoil, almost snarling to herself. This
wasn't supposed to happen, but why should she be
surprised that it did? Deep down, had she REALLY
thought that there was nothing between them other than
lust?
When she had tentatively leaned forward to touch his
lips with hers, had she really believed that it would
stop there? That she could just go on with her life
as if nothing had happened? She wasn't a fool. She
could lie to herself for only so long. She did love
Wedge. And she had loved him for a long time.
Looking back, she knew that she had been in love with
him before his parents died. His need and her
willingness to support a grieving friend had just
opened the floodgates for emotions that she had been
carefully keeping in check.
She covered her face with her hands, trying to block
the thoughts that whirled around her mind. What the
hell was she going to do? She was in love with Wedge
Antilles. She could barely keep from panicking at the
thought of being in love with the pilot. It was just
too fresh, too overwhelming, to even consider he could
love her.
"Gods, what am I going to do?" she groaned, curling up
in a ball. Suddenly she regretted that moment's
indiscretion. That first kiss. Oh Gods, why had she
started this? Why couldn't she have just ignored her
desire for him?
Because she wanted him. Pure and simple as that. She
wanted him in her life as more than a brother. As
more than her friend. She wanted him to love her as
much as she loved him.
But did he love her?
//Foolish question, Terrik. Wedge is not the sort of
man that would play with a woman. You've seen the way
he looks at you. He wants you. And you've seen
something more than friendship and lust in those
gorgeous eyes.//
She hoped, she dreaded, that she had sensed the same
emotions from him. Hoping that perhaps he loved her
as much as she loved him. Dreading that their love
for each other might result in the loss of someone who
meant so much to her.
She threw the pillow over her head to muffle her
scream of frustration. She loved him. He loved her.
Why couldn't it be as simple as that?
# # #
//I wonder if she knows what she's doing to my
sleeping cycles. Knowing Mirax, she probably doesn't
give a damn.// Wedge stretched out on the mattress
until his muscles protested against the movement. The
last access tunnel Mirax had pulled him into had been
almost too small for the two of them. Which had made
things much more enjoyable. The press of her body
against his was one of the reasons why he was still
awake. The physical and mental ache for her now a
constant in his life. //She wouldn't care or she'd
find it humorous that I'm spending ANOTHER sleepless
night because of her game.//
It wasn't a game and both of them knew it. There was
too much emotion involved for it to be nothing more
than a game of sexual tag. Friendship and desire and
love. Love had always bound them together, but like
everything else in the universe, it was evolving into
something new.
The deepening of their friendship was impossible not
to notice. He saw it every time she bolted from the
little niches she seemed to love to drag him into.
Her eyes danced with mischief each time she pulled him
close, then something would change and longing would
illuminate her expression. Sometimes she would risk a
gentle touch, truly exposing herself in that gesture.
Or the passion of her kiss would be overcome by
something sweeter, more enduring.
He would see an almost helpless yearning that tore at
his heart. He wanted to pull her into his arms and
hold her until she realized that he would not leave
her. Would never leave her. How could he leave
someone who was so close to him? She was the one
person who understood all aspects of him and was
accepting of the darkness that had the potential to
obliterate his soul.
But he knew he couldn't act on that desire. She
wasn't ready. And even if she was, Mirax was not one
for subtly. Nothing short of a full attack would make
her realize that he was in love with her...
He was in love with Mirax Terrik…
Slowly, Wedge smiled, knowing that it was the truth.
It explained so much. Why he had never really been
interested in any of the women who had made advances
towards him. Why he had always felt like he was
waiting for something. Now he knew that he hadn't
been waiting for something, he had been waiting for
someone to realize her feelings. Waiting for her to
realize that she loved him just as much as he loved
her.
How could he NOT be in love with her? She was
intelligent and beautiful and...//Gods, I am
besotted.// He chuckled, trying not to think of how
close he had been to her earlier that day. Of how
well her body had fit against his. //I might be crazy
but this is the best damn rush I've ever felt.//
He couldn't describe it. Maybe if you could have a
dogfight while in hyperspace, the sensation MIGHT
begin to describe the wild pleasure he felt while
playing these love games with Mirax. It was too
exhilarating for words. It was more addictive than
glitterstim. He wanted her. Craved her. And was
terrified that when the games of "hide and seek" were
over, somehow he would lose her. He didn't want their
play to end, but the games could not continue
indefinitely. Sooner or later, one of them would have
to make a move.
But would that move cost him the woman he loved? The
person who truly understood every quirk of his
personality and loved him despite of those same
weaknesses. He didn't want to act, wanted to pretend
that their games could go on forever. But he sensed
that if someone didn't act soon, then their
relationship would grow so strained that nothing would
salvage it.
And then he truly would be alone.
Wedge quickly turned his thoughts to more pleasant
topics. Like how to convince an overly stubborn
smuggler that she should stop hiding and show her true
feelings. //Just think of it in terms of tactics.
What would be the next logical step?//
Suddenly, he knew the perfect way to begin his
campaign. It wasn't logical but it would definitely
make her realize how much he cared about her. It
would be risky. It would probably get him vaporized
by Booster when he found out what Wedge had done, but
it would be worth it.
Wedge grinned to himself. Booster might kill him, but
Wedge would die a happy man.
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Part 3
//Something in your eyes keeps haunting me
I'm trying to escape you
And I know there ain't no way to
To chase you from my mind …//
"Painted on My Heart" The Cult//
She was falling in love with Wedge Antilles.
She hated admitting it, dreaded admitting it, but it
was true. She was falling in love with her dearest
friend.
Mirax glared up at the ceiling as if it were the cause
of all her turmoil, almost snarling to herself. This
wasn't supposed to happen, but why should she be
surprised that it did? Deep down, had she REALLY
thought that there was nothing between them other than
lust?
When she had tentatively leaned forward to touch his
lips with hers, had she really believed that it would
stop there? That she could just go on with her life
as if nothing had happened? She wasn't a fool. She
could lie to herself for only so long. She did love
Wedge. And she had loved him for a long time.
Looking back, she knew that she had been in love with
him before his parents died. His need and her
willingness to support a grieving friend had just
opened the floodgates for emotions that she had been
carefully keeping in check.
She covered her face with her hands, trying to block
the thoughts that whirled around her mind. What the
hell was she going to do? She was in love with Wedge
Antilles. She could barely keep from panicking at the
thought of being in love with the pilot. It was just
too fresh, too overwhelming, to even consider he could
love her.
"Gods, what am I going to do?" she groaned, curling up
in a ball. Suddenly she regretted that moment's
indiscretion. That first kiss. Oh Gods, why had she
started this? Why couldn't she have just ignored her
desire for him?
Because she wanted him. Pure and simple as that. She
wanted him in her life as more than a brother. As
more than her friend. She wanted him to love her as
much as she loved him.
But did he love her?
//Foolish question, Terrik. Wedge is not the sort of
man that would play with a woman. You've seen the way
he looks at you. He wants you. And you've seen
something more than friendship and lust in those
gorgeous eyes.//
She hoped, she dreaded, that she had sensed the same
emotions from him. Hoping that perhaps he loved her
as much as she loved him. Dreading that their love
for each other might result in the loss of someone who
meant so much to her.
She threw the pillow over her head to muffle her
scream of frustration. She loved him. He loved her.
Why couldn't it be as simple as that?
# # #
//I wonder if she knows what she's doing to my
sleeping cycles. Knowing Mirax, she probably doesn't
give a damn.// Wedge stretched out on the mattress
until his muscles protested against the movement. The
last access tunnel Mirax had pulled him into had been
almost too small for the two of them. Which had made
things much more enjoyable. The press of her body
against his was one of the reasons why he was still
awake. The physical and mental ache for her now a
constant in his life. //She wouldn't care or she'd
find it humorous that I'm spending ANOTHER sleepless
night because of her game.//
It wasn't a game and both of them knew it. There was
too much emotion involved for it to be nothing more
than a game of sexual tag. Friendship and desire and
love. Love had always bound them together, but like
everything else in the universe, it was evolving into
something new.
The deepening of their friendship was impossible not
to notice. He saw it every time she bolted from the
little niches she seemed to love to drag him into.
Her eyes danced with mischief each time she pulled him
close, then something would change and longing would
illuminate her expression. Sometimes she would risk a
gentle touch, truly exposing herself in that gesture.
Or the passion of her kiss would be overcome by
something sweeter, more enduring.
He would see an almost helpless yearning that tore at
his heart. He wanted to pull her into his arms and
hold her until she realized that he would not leave
her. Would never leave her. How could he leave
someone who was so close to him? She was the one
person who understood all aspects of him and was
accepting of the darkness that had the potential to
obliterate his soul.
But he knew he couldn't act on that desire. She
wasn't ready. And even if she was, Mirax was not one
for subtly. Nothing short of a full attack would make
her realize that he was in love with her...
He was in love with Mirax Terrik…
Slowly, Wedge smiled, knowing that it was the truth.
It explained so much. Why he had never really been
interested in any of the women who had made advances
towards him. Why he had always felt like he was
waiting for something. Now he knew that he hadn't
been waiting for something, he had been waiting for
someone to realize her feelings. Waiting for her to
realize that she loved him just as much as he loved
her.
How could he NOT be in love with her? She was
intelligent and beautiful and...//Gods, I am
besotted.// He chuckled, trying not to think of how
close he had been to her earlier that day. Of how
well her body had fit against his. //I might be crazy
but this is the best damn rush I've ever felt.//
He couldn't describe it. Maybe if you could have a
dogfight while in hyperspace, the sensation MIGHT
begin to describe the wild pleasure he felt while
playing these love games with Mirax. It was too
exhilarating for words. It was more addictive than
glitterstim. He wanted her. Craved her. And was
terrified that when the games of "hide and seek" were
over, somehow he would lose her. He didn't want their
play to end, but the games could not continue
indefinitely. Sooner or later, one of them would have
to make a move.
But would that move cost him the woman he loved? The
person who truly understood every quirk of his
personality and loved him despite of those same
weaknesses. He didn't want to act, wanted to pretend
that their games could go on forever. But he sensed
that if someone didn't act soon, then their
relationship would grow so strained that nothing would
salvage it.
And then he truly would be alone.
Wedge quickly turned his thoughts to more pleasant
topics. Like how to convince an overly stubborn
smuggler that she should stop hiding and show her true
feelings. //Just think of it in terms of tactics.
What would be the next logical step?//
Suddenly, he knew the perfect way to begin his
campaign. It wasn't logical but it would definitely
make her realize how much he cared about her. It
would be risky. It would probably get him vaporized
by Booster when he found out what Wedge had done, but
it would be worth it.
Wedge grinned to himself. Booster might kill him, but
Wedge would die a happy man.
