She is danger.
A rush of exhilaration, an enticing distraction. She is as likely to kiss him as kill him because she is as likely to do anything as anything else- she is a perfectly painted portrait of a beautiful woman only known by the lies she lived in public.
She isn't evil. That is all he knows of her soul. He suspects she could live out her entire life secretly saving thousands of lives, and she still wouldn't consider herself 'good', but he knows- somehow more strongly than he's known anything in a very long time- that she could never live out the rest of her life killing innocents.
He also knows in the same way that she could kill him.
He is so drawn to her that he doesn't mind the risk of dying a horrible and painful death, and it scares the hell out of him. He isn't supposed to feel such things for someone he's only met in battle.
He isn't supposed to feel such things at all.
A/N: A plotbunny attacked, I couldn't resist. Please don't hate me.
Disclaimer: If I owned Star Wars I wouldn't have to be wasting every waking minute worrying about colleges, applying to colleges, waiting around for N.Y.U's rejection letter (as I only have a 3.0), etc because if I owned Star Wars I'd be going to college President Bush style. Also, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction under this s/n because I would have kidnapped Hayden Christienson long ago, brainwashed him, and be living in an island somewhere in the middle of nowhere with him, having cut off all ties with my former life.
Clearly, I do not own Star Wars.