#erithon

LOL finally get a prompt done, have I? HA.

“The doors are jammed.”

“I told you this was a bad idea!” Tember hissed, bootsscraping against the elevator floor as she attempted to shift the shipping cratecurrently wedged between the doors.

“It was youridea!” said Erithon as he tried to work his fingers into a minute gap.

“Yeah, well I didn’t say it was a good idea, so I figuredbad was implied,” Tember muttered, giving the crate another experimental shove.

“Shut up, someone’s coming.” Erithon warned. “Act natural.”He took up a decidedly unnatural pose with one elbow on the crate and his otherhand propped on the jammed door.

Senya turned the corner, eyes fixed straight ahead.

Tember offered her a winning smile. “Your Knightliness.”Erithon shot a glare at the smuggler, mouthing a silent expletive.

Senya paused just past the doors. “If Aitahea asks, I’m notproviding an alibi for you two.”

They looked sideways at each other, considering.

“No, not Lana either.”

17) Who is more protective?

It’s Aitahea, actually, which felt like sort of a surprise. Because Erithon’s not Force-sensitive, she gets a little anxious about him. It’s definitely a logic vs. emotion thing, since she knows very well that he can take care of himself (and her), but YOU KNOW, FEELS. They’re immune to logic.

23) Who thinks they are not good enough for the others love? and who’s more afraid of loosing the other? Who thinks they keep messing up, only for the other to tell them they don’t need to worry?

It’s a really funny dichotomy with them, actually. When their relationship is new, Aitahea worries that she’s too complicated for him to tolerate, and Erithon worries that he isn’t sophisticated enough for her. PEOPLE ARE DUMB. They get a lot better about it as time goes on. 

25) Who says shitty puns and sex jokes just to see the other giggle and blush?

Sheeeeet, Erithon with the dad jokes, jfc. HOWEVER. Aitahea is the one who will, in response to bad puns and/or for her own entertainment, whisper incredibly naughty things into Erithon’s ear, sometimes to the point of him blushing and at least ONCE where he had to leave a meeting.

It’s possible there is later retribution on those occasions. cough

26) Who kissed first?

Expecting to feel edgy and unnerved by such a gaze, Erithon was surprised to find himself ready to share anything he was thinking with this lovely woman.

Erithon stopped up short. A Jedi, he corrected himself. A beautiful Jedi, but still a Jedi. Even so, that admonishment didn’t fully stop his imagination. Maybe he wouldn’t want to share everything he was thinking with her, after all.

He cleared his throat and squared his shoulders. “You must be the Jedi.”

“I am. Aitahea Daviin.” She placed her right hand over her heart before making a courteous bow.

“Lieutenant Erithon Zale, Havoc Squad.” Feeling a little awkward, he nodded in reply. He was usually one for a salute or a handshake, but his scant experience with the Order left him a little bewildered as to the appropriate protocol.

The wreck of the Endar Spire presents a unique opportunity for the Republic, but only if the ship’s data can be retrieved. The commander of Havoc Squad joins forces with a Jedi to preserve the valuable secrets inside the centuries-old starship’s remains. Their success or failure could change the course of not only their own lives but the fate of the galaxy.

OKAY HERE WE GO. These dorks.

Loves to @taraum & @carterashofficial for making me a better writer.

Title: One MorePrompt: Can’t Let Go Yet KissCharacters: Trooper Erithon Zale; Jedi Consular AitaheaDaviinSetting: Corellia, late Chapter 3Spoilers: NASummary: They’re late, but Erithon doesn’t wanna get up.Notes: Thanks @tracinyad! Seemed appropriate for Valentine’sDay. =3 SO FLUFFY.

“Oh my goodness, go!” Aitahea laughed, trying ineffectuallyto push Erithon out of bed. “I’m sure everyone is already wondering where weare.”

Erithon shook his head and tumbled her over, pinning her flailinghands to the sheets. “Can’t,” he muttered through a kiss, “busy.” Thepunctuated his point by moving to her cheek, then to her jawline, then under herear.

Aitahea giggled breathlessly, lacing their fingers togetherbefore turning her head for another proper kiss. “All right,” she whisperedagainst his lips. “Five more minutes.”

“Oh, we’re gonna need more than five minutes.” He chuckled, pullingthe blanket over their heads. Aitahea squealed and flipped them back over,tangling them thoroughly in the covers.

“You are incorrigible,”she whispered, tangling her fingers in his hair for a lingering kiss. Erithongradually relaxed, fingers light on her waist, until the Jedi took advantage ofhis relaxed state to scramble away and slide quickly out of bed.

“Ooo, that was a sneaky move,” he complained, proppinghimself up on an elbow to watch Aitahea darting around the room collectingtheir hastily discarded clothing. She threw his shirt and pants at his head,augmenting her aim with the Force so they hit him directly in the face, hisindignant protests muffled by the fabric.

“Get dressed,” she insisted, sorting through her owngarments. “We’ve already been missed.”

“Fine,” he signed petulantly, pulling on clothes and eventuallywandering around the room gathering his armor. Aitahea was securing her beltaround her waist and collecting her lightsaber when he interrupted her with asearing kiss. She made a soft sound against his mouth and pressed close. Whenthey separated her cheeks were flushed and eyes glittering. Erithon released ashaky sigh and pressed his cheek against hers, eyes slipping closed. “Love you.”

“I love you,” she answered, and gasped at the startlingflutter in her chest. Erithon pulled away to look carefully at her face, thenhis expression softened into an achingly tender smile. He took her hands andguided them gently towards the door.

“Wait,” she said, looking up earnestly as the door slid open.“One more?”

HOKAY. HERE’S THE EARTH.