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               Spinning around right into his chest, her eyes flickered upwards to the man that had captured her. In that moment, she knew - she confirmed the feelings that were deep inside of her. She was falling for him and it scared her. It scared her more than anything than she had ever been. The feeling of his hand moving to her midriff, it made a small gasp release from her lips as she allowed her feelings to pour into their rehearsal. The song echoing through the empty dance studio, knowing her every cue. Spinning in his arms, she began to move her arms fluidly, legs elongated to elegance just as he had imagined her. Her facial expressions weren’t faked this time, but instead, read. Feeling the emotion of the song and the dance that they had learned together. Swiftly carrying her feet, she ran and spun in the air allowing him to catch her - she felt her heart beating heavily. Dancing along with the music that had carried her, she lost herself within’ it. The song ending, their REAL ending to the dance as they stood across from one another - breathing heavily as she kept her gaze upon his. “Can I please have a break..?” Voice soft, nearly breaking as she cleared her throat. She was falling for him. 

Ali turned her body and let herself rest on his chest, her cheek flattening to his peck. He’d always held her when she requested- especially when she felt lonely. But it was nice to just be held without reason. “Well you’re stuck with me, then.” She said, resting her arms against his chest, between their bodies. Her head tilted up and kissed his lips, realizing that they could be stuck here just as easily as in bed. 

A large hand cradled the back of Alister’s head for a moment before his fingers began to slowly knead into her scalp, working moisture into the roots. Being stuck with her was hardly a threat; if anything, it was his wife that he felt would need to find a way out at some point. Beneath the warm pressure of the shower, however, such a concern was the furthest thing from his mind. “We’re gonna miss the delivery if you keep distracting me...” He whispered against her lips.

           It was frustrating to say the least, the dance wasn’t the easiest thing but the partner she had been working with had made things ten times more difficult. Breathing heavy from the lifts they were working on, she stood a ways from him as he spoke out his frustration which caused her to run a hand over her face out of annoyance. Shaking her head, she began moving forward in a run - she knew it was a bad idea to catch him off guard but her frustration got the best of her which she had soon regretted as her chest collided with his sternum. Back upon her two feet, she gasped before rubbing at her chest. “This is useless, this isn’t going to fucking work. What were we thinking? That we could easily put our differences aside and dance such an intimate dance without repercussion? This is useless, Ben.” Turning, the song began to start again on it’s repeat, walking towards the mirror to grab her things before feeling his hand capture her wrist just like the beginning of the dance.

“General Organa. That’s why.”

He let the answer hang between them for a moment, before pressing forward, ignoring the feeling of his heart stuck in his throat.  “I thought she’d understand, but now that you’re here she’s just-”  

“She said the Resistance doesn’t have an executioner.” And Poe would have agreed with her, any other time, because he hated the thought. But this felt so different. 

General Organa. 

Kylo’s gaze flitted to the furthest point from Dameron in his small, makeshift holding cell. The prominence of his throat bobbed in recognition, but his expression remained distant and cold. "The General has always put the Resistance before everything else.” Her only son included. “It seems she’s grown soft in age... Doesn’t it bother you that she doesn’t have the courage to face me for herself --- that she continues to send you as her messenger?” 

Though they looked similar the Solo twins were complete opposites who made up two parts of a whole. They were far from similar, their identical visage the only sameness they both possessed as well as their lineage. “Who cares,” he replied nonchalantly while sitting in their father’s seat and flipping the ignition on. The purr of the Falcon’s engine made Kylo a tad giddy, the excitement nipping at his core as he readied the throttle for their ascent into the stars. “We’ll be back before they come back. You worry too much,” Kylo teased, his tone a bit berating towards his brother as he pushed the throttle forward and blasted them upward with some intensity.   Ben seemed to make up where Kylo lacked like in the politics of the New Republic, but Kylo was a damn good pilot and his senses keen to their fathers. He couldn’t care about tactical prowess when he possessed brute, untamed strength. Something darker - deeper - called to him in an attempt to mold his spirit, and instead of seeking his brother’s advice he chose to hide it away. 

“I care!” Ben hissed, reaching over the control panel in an attempt to shut off the ignition a moment too late. His brother’s enthusiasm outstripped his caution, sending the ship hurdling forward as he was thrust back into his seat. In spite of the sharp look he had cut in Kylo’s direction, Ben’s apprehension was edged with excitement. One was offered a wider range of possibilities when rules were disregarded as nothing more than a shrug of caution, but only under the influence of his undisciplined sibling was he ever willing to step outside of those strictures.