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."
