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“Do not try and excuse your behavior!” She stuck her finger in his face as she turned toward him, a deep frown on her lips. “Uck.” The smuggler made an annoyed noise, eyes rolling back in her head. “Only you would see putting someone else in danger as a ‘challenge.’”

She’d just barely heard him when her cheeks went red once more. Her blaster was drawn once more and trained on his thigh in less than a second. “Say it again, give me a reason to shoot you. I dare you.” He had pushed her just a little too far and Bloo was absolutely determined to make him pay this time; there was no way she would let him get away with it unscathed.

Certainly the droids noticed the strange fella, making a few beeps and whirs towards the owner, as she blinked with surprise at the new- guest.

“Erm- you okay, sir?” Normally she was more than happy to serve, but- this one seemed rather frantic- or drunk. Still, Auren would do as he told, motioning him to the bar. “First one’s always on me, how about my special? Or- would you rather have water?”

Dmitri shook his head and straightened up, trying to look more like a human and less like a Hutt. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be all weird. It’s been a long day.” He began to fish credits out of his back pocket, letting them spill out onto the floor. “I’ll take whatever you got.”

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like intimacy just as much as the next guy – but if I’m being honest, my clients provide me with enough physicality that I’d have no problem staying loyal to any ace babes that might come my way, as long as they’re okay with the jobs I take.”

SEND “WILL YOU BE QUIET NOW?” FOR MY MUSE’S REACTIONS TO YOURS PUSHING THEM AGAINST A WALL AND KISSING THEM

For the first time in his life, Dmitri was genuinely surprised when someone – namely, BLOO, the goddess herself, an ethereal being that dominated the galaxy – kissed him.

His mind was doing somersaults, and he’d forgotten how to breathe – his eyes, wide open in disbelief, memorized the moment, filling in the blanks with his wildest fantasies and untold dreams. Never, in the weeks that he had known her, did he think she would ever feel anything other than hostility toward him, and it showed in his actions: stiff body, limbs paralyzed, utterly flabbergasted at this turn of events.

He felt her pull back, as if to say, what, you’ve been begging for all this time and you won’t even kiss me back? He heard it echo in his head, could picture that smug tone of hers, the slant in her eyes when she looked at him sideways, and he sprung into action.

While most of his muscles these days were for show, and those he’d built up on Kamino had all but evaporated, he used all his strength to grip Bloo’s waist and pull her closer with a ferocity he hadn’t felt in a long time. He tried not to attack her, but his passion went nearly unchecked, kissing the corner of her mouth hard, and then her jaw, and then her neck, ghosting his lips over her collarbone, and her shoulder, and pausing at that little pulse point in the crook of her neck that, he’d always noticed, pulsed when she was about to make the jump into hyperspace.

“Mmm,” he hummed into her, catching the soft skin between his teeth and finally letting his mouth quick up into that signature smirk of his. He couldn’t get her close enough, snaking his strong grip around her back and letting his hands explore the small of her back, eventually raising his head again to kiss her mouth, biting her bottom lip in a moment of pure ecstasy.

            Objectively, Dmitri knew he had one mission: stay quiet, preferably for as long as possible. Climbing on board the foreign ship, this feat did not seem so impossible; Dmitri easily made himself comfortable between crates and freights, nestling into his own private niche of the cargo hold.

           It was easier said than done.

           Dmitri was tired, hungry, and still a bit hungover from his last client – and he desperately needed to use the refresher. To distract himself from his relative aches and pains, Dmitri began to whistle … a mistake which quickly turned into humming, foot-tapping, and occasional shower-singing. Subtlety be damned, Dmitri was no good at being bored, and was almost kind of sort of positive that his wonderful pilot couldn’t hear him, anyway.

L O V E H E A D C A N O N S

Ezra Bridger is in love with love; he adores the craving to be held and kissed, he needs the want and wants the need.

Satine Kryze vowed to swear off love the day Bo-Katan joined the Death Watch; she always says that loving someone is just ammunition for your enemies, and it’s too difficult to think about filling the hole that her sister left in her heart.

Ahsoka Tano feels a strong love for all Togruta’s, a visceral reaction that she knows is just bound to get her into trouble. She can’t help it; she feels like she’s part of an intergalactic family, and relishes the thought of distant cousins and uncles roaming the world beside her.

She ran a hand down her face before pinching the top of her nose. “So, you’re basically saying you’re a fugitive?” An eyebrow raised, amusement playing across her features. “And you want another fugitive to smuggle you somewhere else. That sounds like an excellent plan.” Her voice was dripping with sarcasm.

But she did have a damn good cloaking drive, tweaked and improved upon by yours truly. It had gotten her through more sticky situations than she’d like to admit. Of course, the idea of more than a handful of credits was highly enticing. Bloo tilted her head, looking him over once more.

“I’ll look into what you’re worth and we can work…something out. I suppose.” She narrowed her eyes. “And if you even so much as think about turning me in or whatever, I’ll slice your damn throat.”

“Fugitive is such a hostile word,” Dmitri said flippantly, downing the rest of the drink in one go and placing its glass back on the bar beside him. “I’d prefer, hmm – renegade, maybe a vagabond … once we get to know each other more, we’ll see what fits, yeah?” He winked playfully at her as he watched her consider his deal, trying not to let too much hope bubble up within him.

Dmitri considered every ‘maybe’ a ‘yes’, and giggled with excitement at his companion’s reply. “You won’t regret this,” he promised, holding out a hand for her to shake if she was so inclined. “The name’s Dmitri. A pretty young thing like you’s probably never heard of me, but – well, I’m kind of famous ‘round these parts. Shouldn’t be hard to find some information on me. I’m worth more than you know.”

            There she was. Dark hair, lowered eyes, large knapsack – a smuggler. Dmitri could spot one from a mile away. He’d been at the cantina for hours, and though she certainly wasn’t the first tradesman to walk in, she was the first who looked like she knew what she was doing. He could feel it in her bones, and Dmitri sidled up to her without a second thought. Better not to think things through, he told himself. Thinking always gets you in trouble, D.

             “You look familiar,” he lied, raising his glass to his lips but hesitating to take a sip. It was practiced; the words rolled off his tongue, and though he usually used the line for a more profitable, and intimate, experience, he hopes they would work for his needs with the stranger here. “Are you around these parts often, or is that just the liquor speaking?”

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