#synnagedrow

a smirk formed against jaina’s face. she was never one to back down from a challenge. when presented with information that made it seem like the whole galaxy was against her, she always ended up coming up on top. “ wouldn’t dream of it, “ she responded. “ you might wanna hang on, “ she warned before flipping the switch that sent the falcon off into  hyperspace.

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“Oh, well, pardon me for breathing,” Rhys retorted. “I’ll just take this hydrospanner back somewhere it’s actually wanted…” Her petulant answer trailed-off as she studied the ship in front of the other woman. It didn’t look great, with all that carbon scoring and soot streaked across it, but it also wasn’t giving off the tooth-clenching whine it had been before and the smoke pouring off its engine housing was beginning to dissipate.

Rey shot the other woman a dark look, then turned her focus back to the motley collection of hats, gloves, and goggles floating around her in a slow, widdershins spiral as she hovered cross-legged a half-meter off the floor of the Falcon’s cargo bay. “Oh, and I suppose you know a better training exercise for practicing fine Force motor control, do you?”

She half-regretted her surly retort the moment it left her mouth, but it was too late to take it back – and who did Synna Gedrow think she was, anyway? If she was an expert on Force techniques, she’d done a great job of keeping that fact a secret so far. Maybe Rey did look a little ridiculous right now, but she had to do something to practice. All crammed together on the Falcon like this, there weren’t a lot of options and Rey had to use whatever tools she had to hand…no matter how silly the result.

you know you can always hit me up for stuff.

There was a…Peculiar feeling, to say the least. She hadn’t considered it when she’d gotten so close to him. She’d only wanted to assert herself, not get this different type of tension being built up. She wasn’t the type to back, down, though, no matter how close he became. She kept her breathing even, not even letting it stagger or falter. She was completely composed and completely calm. As he furrowed his brows, Synna felt her stomach drop. She had to keep her focus, no matter how he moved her hair or how close his hand was to her flesh. She wasn’t about to be stupid. She knew exactly the sort of man Alpha was and she wasn’t keen on showing any type of weakness whatsoever. It’d just come back in her face later, after all. And she wasn’t a laughing stock. “I don’t follow orders that well.” She hadn’t meant for her tone to sound so sultry, it had just come out that way. The sudden movement caught her by surprise. She stood up straight as quick as she could, but not fast enough to create space between the pair. Her hands rested on his chest as she looked up at him with wide, surprised green eyes. She gave a shout of indignation as he hoisted her up, squirming to get out of his grip. “Jackass!” She snapped as he slapped her on the bottom. She was not a child. She was older than him! How dare he! He was not going to get away with this. No kriffing way. She gave him a hot glare as he dumped her on the bed before grabbing the collar of his top and pulling him down to eye level with her. “Only if you join me.” She wasn’t about to backdown.

      --Alpha bent at the waist as her hands grabbed his collar, surprised by her actions. His fists landed on the bed on either side of the redheaded woman, effectively boxing her in between his arms. His breathing was only slightly labored as he hovered over her; always in control, always calm. Though, if he was being honest with himself, he didn’t feel in control. This kind of interaction wasn’t what he was made for.

     His eyes dropped to her lips. They were parted and looked soft, glistening slightly in the dim light above the bunk, indicating she had just licked them. The thought left a bewildering rush of desire coursing through him, which in turn annoyed him. Alpha didn’t hand being out of his element well. Improvise, adapt and overcome... He thought to himself with a scowl.

       Though temptation told Alpha to close the distance between them and claim those lips as his own, training told him not to act rashly. They were on a mission, not a pleasure trip. Jaw clenched, his calloused hand lifted from the bed and covered hers, where they still clutched at his uniform. Eyes meeting hers, his fingers pried her grip off of him.

      “We are on mission, Gedrow.” Alpha’s voice held a gentle reprimand to it. This was not the time or place for this. He extracted himself  from the situation, moving away to retrieve a datapad. He purposely turned his broad back to her, cutting off any argument as he focused on his work. As if he wasn’t hyper aware of every movement the woman behind him made....

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