Felix was tired. He knew Magdalane must be too, but she never complained, not even when an insolent diplomat spit on her earlier. He'd thought better of it when Felix had his blaster rifle firmly on his forehead, his foot on the diplomat's throat. He sighed to himself, he'd be glad to see this mission complete and the inside of their quarters again. Their room here was so miniscule that he'd had to sleep half sitting, his feet dangling off the end of the bed. He'd even be glad to hear C2 drivel on about nothing. Even better would be to be back on Dantooine, he thought. He daydreamed about that for a few minutes, until he felt Magdalane reach out with the force to him. He glanced at her, noting her slight smile, and lifted his brows in question. She shook her head slightly, and he resumed his guard stance. Who would have thought guarding a diplomat would be so tiring?
Finally, after another hour or so, the two heads of the warring factions sat down to eat together. They'd invited Magdalane to join them, but she declined, citing her need to return to her ship after being planetside for ten days. She nodded at Felix then, and preceded her to their shuttle. They boarded, and with relief Magdalane took off the tall headpiece she'd felt had fused to her skull and ran her fingers through her silver hair. She looked over at her handsome husband, who'd begun shedding armor as soon as they'd boarded as well.
"I want a hot, hot shower," she told him, so happy now that she'd refused to upgrade to the sonic shower. He nodded, thinking that would be a nice change from what they'd been sharing.
"And some hot food, " he added, hoping that Tharan had cooked today, and not Nadia. Mags rested her head on his shoulder, and he realized she was every bit as tired as he. They reached their ship and made their way to their quarters, stopping by the galley. Excellent! Felix thought, Tharan had made his stew, which was a crew favorite. By the time he'd made his way to their quarters, Mags had already claimed the shower, so he just joined her there. No one would dare bother them anyway, knowing they'd just gotten back on board.
Mags sighed with happiness, sitting on the side of their bed in her robe. "This is the first time I've felt clean since we left here. I'm not getting dressed."
He raised his eyebrows, " Nude dining, Magdalane? Okay, I'll just have to kill Tharan then…" She laughed.
"No, silly, I'll get C2 to bring it in here, doesn't that sound better than moving right now?" He had to agree, and put on sleep clothes instead of dressing to go out. She called her droid to her and asked him to bring them dinner, then stretched out, groaning with joy at the familiar soft comfort of the bed. He chuckled at her, grabbing one of her slender feet and starting to massage.
"Oh stars, that feels wonderful. She settled against her pillows and closed her eyes. It was only a few minutes later that C2 returned, but Magdalane was sound asleep. He touched her shoulder, tried to gently wake her, but she was truly relaxed, and he didn't have the heart to try further. Instead, he settled at the nav table to eat the tasty stew, enjoying it. When he'd finished he took the tray out to wash up.
"Master Felix, allow me," C2 told him, taking the tray. "Master Tharan knew the conditions on planet were less than ideal. We are all happy to have you back safely. If you will allow me, I will gather Master Magdalane's robes for cleaning." He nodded to the droid, knowing his wife would be fine with that. The ship was quiet, it was late according to the Coruscant standard time that they kept aboard. He passed the droid in the hallway, going back to their quarters, and asked that they be awakened at 0700.
"It would be my pleasure, Master. Rest well." Felix nodded, climbed into his normal sized bed, gathered his sleeping wife to him, and was asleep in minutes.
Magdalane woke a few hours later, disoriented until she realized she was nestled in Felix's chest, his leg pinning her to him, and she'd never put her nightclothes on. She was warm and still sleepy, and relaxed against him to return to sleep. She hadn't moved at all when C2 woke them as requested, and she felt like she could sleep the rest of the day. Reluctantly she got up and got ready for the trip to Tython, where they'd debrief the council and hopefully go home for a bit. Her robes, cleaned and folded, were waiting for her when she returned from the refresher, and Felix had already gotten up and dressed. They were both looking forward to enjoying each other, they just had to recover a bit from their mission first, she thought.
She was brushing through her hair when he caught her from behind, his hands stroking her as he bent to kiss her shoulder. He could feel from her aura that she was enjoying him, but he also felt a pervasive fatigue and cooled things down, wanting her but also knowing she was depleted. She hadn't eaten in longer than twenty four hours now, he thought, as he led her to the galley for some breakfast. He sat her down and went to make her some tea, then returned to fix them both plate of food. They sat to eat, and it pleased him to see that she did indeed eat. They would be on Tython soon, and then home, he thought, I can behave myself until then. He hoped.