Felix woke early, as usual, and crept out of Magdalane's quarters. The ship was quiet, and even the droid was silent as he made his way to the crew showers. It had been so long since he'd had access to a hot shower that he lingered there, thinking of her. When he left the showers, he quickly dressed and went to the bridge to check their progress toward Tython. I'm a little uneasy about this, he thought. I wonder if my feelings are written on my face, or if one of the Jedi will pick up my emotions. I need to ask Magdalane what to do. He sat in one of the chairs, looking out at the stars speeding past and trying to quiet his thoughts, which were still on the night he'd just spent with her. He'd never believed that things like that happened, but he did now. At one point he would have sworn their heartbeats had synchronized. He sighed happily, and daydreamed.
Magdalane woke slowly, but she knew even before her eyes were open that Felix had left. He probably thinks I'd been embarrassed if anyone saw him leaving my quarters, she thought. Either that, or the need for food had gotten to be too much. She smiled, thinking of how surprised he'd been to see what she wore under the plain brown robe. She lay there, stretching and savoring the difference she felt in her body and her mind. I have time, she thought, plenty of time until Tython. She drifted back to sleep, holding his pillow.
Felix joined Tharan for breakfast. They'd shared a few meals together, since the rest of the crew tended to sleep later. Tharan had glanced at Felix, then did a double take at his friend's smile. Tharan smirked at him, "Hmm had a little fun, did we?"
"NO, it was not fun, well it was, but not the way you mean," groaned Felix, "Tharan, I'd never do something like that. She's too special, too unique to think that of."
"Oohhh, oh no, you're in love with her!" exclaimed Tharan. "Well then, man, you'd be the first to get past that Jedi defense."
Felix sighed, "Please, Tharan, I'd thank you to not speak of her like that. Nor of this to anyone else, until she's ready to say something, and I don't know if she ever will."
Tharan nodded, then was silent as he ate. As he got up to put his dishes away, he grinned wryly, "Well, the only thing I'd suggest is to not ever hurt her. I'm not sure I could keep the Transdoshan from ripping your throat out." He clapped Felix on the shoulder, then whistling, went to the science station.
Felix decided the safest place for him to be, until he could speak with Magdalane, was on the bridge. He found her there, much as he had done earlier, looking at the stars and daydreaming. He put his hands on her waist and kissed the back of her head, and they stood there, quiet but not uncomfortably so. When she turned to him, she said, "I told you before, I don't care if the council knows. And, knowing some of them, they'll suspect but not ever say anything. " She smiled at his confused look. "I'm not telepathic, but your concern and worry is emotion, and I can read emotion." She took the nearest chair, and sat a little slowly, and smiled at him again, her eyes sparkling in the subdued lighting. "Don't worry, I could heal myself but I'm enjoying the memories the soreness calls up."
He felt a little embarrassed then, but knew he wouldn't trade anything for those memories himself. He took her hand, and they sat, comfortable in each other's silence.