#viktar

Dixie and her sister Khabet thought it’d be fun to smooch @moonlitalien‘s Viktar, he seems like he needs some affection >^,^<

“No!”

“You said anyone.”

“But he’s so…. big.”

Dixie eyeballed the huge Cathar sitting at the bar and huffed. Figures her sister would aim her at the meanest looking guy in the joint. Even the patrons seated a few stools from him had inched away, unconsciously giving him a wide berth. “You sure it’s gotta be him?” she grumbled and Kha grinned smugly at her.

“It’s that or forfeit Sunrise for a week,” she purred.

Raking fingers down her striped face Dixie sighed again. Stars knew what would happen if she approached Mister Tough Cookie, but the prospect of Khabet joy-riding in her beloved ship was more disturbing. Taking one more swig of her ale for courage she slid out of the booth and made her way across the cantina.

As she approached him she gulped, he seemed more mountainous up close. The thick black coat he wore made his shoulders even wider and his white fur more pale. Scars almost blended into the stripes on his face, but his blue eyes were surprisingly bright. He stared ahead, deep in thought and didn’t budge even when she climbed up onto a bar stool next to him. Good great galaxy! Even sitting he was half a meter taller than her.

It wasn’t until she nudged him with her elbow that his eyes shifted towards her. “Need a booster seat?” he muttered, quiet humor in his deep growl and she made a face at him.

“No! Need an helmet?” she retorted.

“A helmet?”

“Figure you’ve hit your head on more than your share of doorways, ceiling fans, ect…”

His shoulders shook in what she hoped was a chuckle and he finally looked down at her. “You’re funny.”

“Yeah, but looks aren’t everything,” she quipped.

This time his laughter was louder and she glanced at Kha, giving her a thumbs up. Her sister nodded in acknowledgement, then tilted her head and pursed her lips. Getting there, Dixie mouthed, getting a wink from the still-seated Cathar.

Do it for Sunrise, Dixie told herself. She hopped off the barstool, then used the rungs as a ladder to climb up and sit on the bar. A raised eyebrow was all she got in response from Mister Tough Cookie as she scooted closer to his drink.

“What’s your name?” she asked and for the first time he looked surprised.

“Viktar, why?”

“’Cause I don’t kiss strangers.”

She placed a hand on each side of his scarred face, pulling him forward, and planted her mouth gently on his. He froze in shock but she kept her lips to his, then his hand grazed on her leg and he started returning the kiss. Sweet and soft, it wasn’t at all what she expected and she started leaning in and enjoying it. It was only when some close by patrons started hooting and whistling that she stopped, leaning back to face him.

Viktar’s bright blue eyes glowed and a smile spread across his face. “Not bad,” he murmured and she gave him another quick peck.

“Not bad yourself,” she quipped, then held out her hand. “Comm unit?”

Still looking dazed he handed it over and she punched a few buttons. “My name’s Dixie, there’s my frequency. Feel free to comm me sometime.”

With that she sauntered back to her sister who just shook her head as Dixie slid back into the booth. “Looks like you won,” she said.