AN: Flight to Bespin - always entertaining


"Credit for your thoughts, Your Worship?"

"Don't call me that."

He smiled.

"I was thinking about you, actually." She smiled sweetly, eyes downcast.

"Oh, now I like the sound of that..."

"Mmm." She hummed, fingers playing with the stitching on the bench.

"What about me?" He teased, voice husky - as if they hadn't just attempted to eradicate each other; spitting angry words and venom less than an hour ago.

"Just thinking about you." She looked up at him, eyes narrowed and still irritated. "And the airlock."