Drabble #2
SSS
She has no reason to be upset.
Whhhmm. The lightsaber hums through the air as she spins, the deadly song of the blade doing nothing to ease the tension in her stomach.
She was never interested in Finn. Not romantically. There is no reason for her to resent his relationship with Rose.
She jerks to the left, the movement clumsier than she likes, and the saber growls as if in protest.
No reason at all, except that, for the first time in her life, she had felt important to someone for just who she was, and now…
Now she matters to nobody.
Whhhhmmmm
A pair of warm gloved hands slide down her arms, and his voice murmurs in her ears.
You matter to me."
She grits her teeth.
"Leave." the saber arcs left. "Me." right. "Alone." Up. Down. Left again.
He ignores her, and his hands slide down to cover hers, pulling her back flush to his chest even as he adjusts her grip on the weapon in her hands. Her teeth grind harder, and she resists the urge to spin around, knowing that he isn't really there. That she is the only one who can see, hear, feel him.
"Relax." he murmurs, and for a second she stiffens more, instinctively resisting. But he is warm and solid against her back, and for a moment, she could almost believe he was telling the truth. That she matters to him as more than just another being with a strong connection to the Force. Slowly, her muscles release, lulled by the false comfort in his words. He guides the next few movements, the only sound the soft singing of the blade, and she lets him; if he wants to aid and abet the enemy, who is she to complain?