This is my first attempt at a fanfic , so constructive criticism is
welcomed.
Disclaimer: Star Wars is the property of George Lucas , I wish the
characters were mine but oh well what can you do.
My Targeter , My Rogue.
Waking from his peaceful slumber he opened his eyes, and upon remembering the events leading to him sleeping he smiled. He did not want to move , it would wake her. Feeling her presence a wave of emotions washed over him as he replayed her words. "I love you," she had said. He knew instinctively how much it meant for her to say those words to him. For it meant that her usually emotionless demeanour was breached to the extent of making herself vulnerable to himself and her feelings. It made his heart soar that she felt the same way about him as he felt about her. He had not expected it, knowing that she cared for him. But only then realising the strength of her feelings. It was then that he turned to look upon her face. He studied her, his lover. She was breathtakingly beautiful, her pale complexion complemented by the whiteness of her hair. Soft as silk and pearl white he mused thinking it her best feature. Her delicate beauty seemingly untouched by the horrors that usually left a spies inner and outer beauty marred. He longed to be able to keep her safe yet realistically knew that her status made his dream an impossibility. But impossible was what he did best so he created a safe haven for her within his presence. Just as much as her arms offered him the solace he so often had to seek. Pulling her closer to him he kissed her gently waking her up.
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His gentle kiss roused her from her dream. She snuggled into him kissing him back with an uncharacteristic passion. She seeked the love he projected for her through his every action, his touch, his looks and most important of all his friendship. "Morning love," he said "I'll go and make breakfast. After he dressed he made his way to the kitchenette. As he went she let her mind drift, her thoughts resting upon the first time she had finally told a man that she loved him. It was a risk she had known she had to take. She didn't realise his reaction would be so great, or expected herself to revel in the look upon his face as much as she had. She knew that neither of them had a future yet realised that her present was with him and that she truly loved him. She wanted to be with him with all her heart and soul.
The anniversary of the destruction of Alderaan had meant they both needed comfort. Everything about him served as a reminder of everything she valued from her home. His whole hearted devotion to what he believed in, his inner and outer beauty, the gentleness of his features and personality but most of all how he loved her whole heartedly, as he loved everything he cared about in life. She pictured him in her minds eye. His brown hair and crystal brown eyes filled with the love he felt for her and the pride in his friendships and work. How he was only a head taller then her , how she fit against him perfectly.
She was his Targeter, He was her Rogue.
welcomed.
Disclaimer: Star Wars is the property of George Lucas , I wish the
characters were mine but oh well what can you do.
My Targeter , My Rogue.
Waking from his peaceful slumber he opened his eyes, and upon remembering the events leading to him sleeping he smiled. He did not want to move , it would wake her. Feeling her presence a wave of emotions washed over him as he replayed her words. "I love you," she had said. He knew instinctively how much it meant for her to say those words to him. For it meant that her usually emotionless demeanour was breached to the extent of making herself vulnerable to himself and her feelings. It made his heart soar that she felt the same way about him as he felt about her. He had not expected it, knowing that she cared for him. But only then realising the strength of her feelings. It was then that he turned to look upon her face. He studied her, his lover. She was breathtakingly beautiful, her pale complexion complemented by the whiteness of her hair. Soft as silk and pearl white he mused thinking it her best feature. Her delicate beauty seemingly untouched by the horrors that usually left a spies inner and outer beauty marred. He longed to be able to keep her safe yet realistically knew that her status made his dream an impossibility. But impossible was what he did best so he created a safe haven for her within his presence. Just as much as her arms offered him the solace he so often had to seek. Pulling her closer to him he kissed her gently waking her up.
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His gentle kiss roused her from her dream. She snuggled into him kissing him back with an uncharacteristic passion. She seeked the love he projected for her through his every action, his touch, his looks and most important of all his friendship. "Morning love," he said "I'll go and make breakfast. After he dressed he made his way to the kitchenette. As he went she let her mind drift, her thoughts resting upon the first time she had finally told a man that she loved him. It was a risk she had known she had to take. She didn't realise his reaction would be so great, or expected herself to revel in the look upon his face as much as she had. She knew that neither of them had a future yet realised that her present was with him and that she truly loved him. She wanted to be with him with all her heart and soul.
The anniversary of the destruction of Alderaan had meant they both needed comfort. Everything about him served as a reminder of everything she valued from her home. His whole hearted devotion to what he believed in, his inner and outer beauty, the gentleness of his features and personality but most of all how he loved her whole heartedly, as he loved everything he cared about in life. She pictured him in her minds eye. His brown hair and crystal brown eyes filled with the love he felt for her and the pride in his friendships and work. How he was only a head taller then her , how she fit against him perfectly.
She was his Targeter, He was her Rogue.
