A Date in the Stars (Mig/Tamar)

[Mig Gred]

Loction: Never Again

Mig was overwhelmed by all of it. It was the first time he'd been on any ship of station the size of the Never Again, and while he had been on dates with [member="Tamar Fitz Kierke"] before, this was the first time it wasn't during some diplomatic event or something of the like. He had almost no idea what he was doing, but here he was, on his way to pick Tamar up for a date. Yeah... he was gonna have to ask her where everything was. Either way, he finally reached where she lived, and rang the doorbell.

 

[Tamar Gred]

“Oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh…” Tamar flailed her hands in front of her chest, bobbing up and down in front of the mirror. “This is it, this is it, we’re going on a date! Me. A date! I, a date!”

“Easy, Tammy. Breathe. And yes, you are going on a date. Enjoy it! The Never Again is a fun place." Yasha snorted out a laugh and put both hands on Tamar’s shoulders.

The door chimed.

“I’ll get it!!” Little five year old Magnus ran to the door before Yasha could wrangle him, hitting the button to let it woosh open into the double stair-case flanked white and blue marble entryway of the Mand’alor’s Private Apartments. He looked up, up uuup at [member="Mig Gred"] and grinned.

“You’re not dead! Yet. If ya hurt her.” Playing off the traditional Mando’a greeting of ‘su cuy’gar’, the boy stepped aside with a clumsy bow. “Tamar’s with Buir. She was flailing in front of a mirror like a crazy person!”

“Maggi! Don’t threaten other Mandalorians without a weapon in your hands!” Yasha’s booming voice carried down the pristine, elegant corridor, chased by the rest of her. Tamar peeked out from behind Yasha, a soft blue dress the colour of her eyes flowing down her form. Yasha turned and tucked a final piece of hair behind Tamar’s ear and smiled into a hug. “Go have fun. And come back really… really…… really late.”

“Yash’ika!” Tamar blustered, her cheeks flushing from more than the cosmetics she put on.

“Enjoy your time. And you! My little soldier!” Yasha swung off toward Magnus, who yelped and attempted to run up the stairs. Far too small to run far enough, Magnus bawled out an ‘I’m being attacked!’ and burst into giggles as his mother scooped him up and tickled him senseless upside down. “To the play room, with ye! Bye guys! Stay out late! I mean it! Late!”

As the hurricane of the Mand’alor’s son dissipated, Tamar sidled closer to Mig and clutched her hands together.

“H-hi Mig. Do I… am I… shall we?” With a startle, Tamar yanked her arms around Mig’s left arm, giving it a hug.

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig chuckled a bit when he heard the boy. It was always fun to watch Mandalorians mature from child to adult, and started to do things like this. Mig smiled, and patted Magnus's head, saying "Don't worry. I won't do anything to hurt her, ori jag (big man). And what do mean she's flailing around?" The last part was said with a hint of humor in it, and a touch of knowing. It wasn't long before Yasha and Tamar walked up. Dang Tamar looked great! Made Mig chuckle nervously at his attempt to dress slightly more... "formally."

The moment he heard Yasha though, a blush came to his cheeks. Then Yasha went running after her son, and Tamar hugged his arm. Mig smiled, pulling her a bit closer. He then said, "Yeah. Let's. Oh! You're looking mesh'la (beautiful). Hope ya know more about this place than I do, cause it's my first time here."

[member="Tamar Fitz Kierke"]

 

[Tamar Gred]

“Elek! I am ori jag!!” Magnus threw his fists up in triumph, proud of the fact even an adult saw he grew another half inch. Maybe a quarter. “She was all ‘aaaooowwww Yaaasha! How do I daaate? He’s so preeetty! I wanna hooooold him but how do I aaaaask? Bleck. Girls are gross.”

Off Magnus was taken, swung round by his mother. Yasha saw the twinkle in Mig’s eyes when he saw Tamar. It was about time, in her opinion. About time indeed.

“Oh… oh goodness.” Tamar flushed red at Yasha’s admonition of ‘staying out really, really late’. The flush to her cheeks took her entire body, once Mig called her beautiful. A word she now learned to understand in Mando’a.

“Thank you Mig. You look handsome. I… I like your clothes.” Pausing to press her lips together, the Epicanthix snuggled closer as he pulled her in, setting her head on his shoulder for a moment.

“First time? Oh you’re in for it now. We spend most of our time on the Never Again, since Yasha moves around through the Empire so much, it was only natural to bring the children aboard.” Continuing to hug [member="Mig Gred"]’s arm, Tamar burbled out a happy sigh as the Mand’alor’s Apartments drifted out of view down the well appointed corridor. “Are you hungry first? There’s the restaurant district past the aquarium and the tall ship. Do you like aquariums? I love them, all those fish and sea life behind the glass… it’s like living in a dream. Unless you want to go to the shooting range, or! Or there’s the entertainment district, with rides and… gee, you can tell I spend most of my time with children. Umm… drink? Of the non-childish variety?”

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig chuckled, putting his hand on Mangus's shoulder, saying "Tell me what ya think ten years from now." He also noticed that Tamar blushed just as much, if not more than, he did at Yasha's statement. He then smiled when Tamar complimented his clothing. The Alor chuckled nervously. "Thanks..... Tried my best, but I wasn't sure how to really dress for a date."

He was then surprise when she put her head on his shoulder. It... kinda felt nice honestly. Then she started explaining everything that was there. A restaurant, an aquarium, a shooting range, an entertainment area with rides. Mig chuckled when she noted it was easy to tell she spent most of her time with kids, but that was her job. She then suggested they go get some drinks. Adult drinks, not kiddy ones.

"Sounds like a good idea. Maybe get some food there too. Then why not head by the aquarium. Maybe the animals will actually like me."

[member="Tamar Fitz Kierke"]

 

[Tamar Gred]

“Oh, I hadn’t a clue. Yasha dressed me, she’s had some experience in dating… well, Caz didn’t allow her to be ignorant.” Tamar stepped away from him, doing a slow spin to show off the pale blue dress. “You look fetching. If… if that’s alright to… I mean… I like your look.”

Tamar mustered up her courage to hug his arm again, head on his shoulder. She kept them walking, pointing out shops and station accoutrements in the floating city as she went, hopping up on a thin ledge to teeter along it, her hand naturally keeping a hold on [member="Mig Gred"]’s. Away from the business of war, rehabilitation and child rearing, Tamar let herself loosen. She felt alive and in a soft way, powerful.

She… was on a date. Tamar was out and about with a paramour. And truth be, she didn’t want the time to end. Hopping off the thin ledge, Tamar slid her arms around Mig’s shoulders for a moment, a bashful grin on her face.

“It’s … ah… over here. Yasha took me when the Never Again first opened, we drank blossom wine and I’d never had anything like it. They have whiskey! And Tihaar. Here! Here… I’ll get it!” Tamar ran to the door, holding it open with a cheeky bow, winking at Mig while biting her lower lip.

“My dear darling Alor Migisaurus Gred. Let’s grab some grub then make faces at the fishies!” The bar was a quiet hum of life, as Mandalorians and Aruetiise shared drinks and light meals together. A collection of Hetikles Baatir, the giant bipedal lizards obsessed with food, threw plates of cooked meats, salads, and desserts (usually flambé) out the pass, hissing little songs to themselves in blissful array. Tamar muscled past a Bothan bruiser, and grabbed a high table for two, in a quieter corner. She set the menu down, flicking at the pages to see the choices.

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig gave a light hearted chuckle as Tamar explained that she had gotten help from Yasha, and smiled as she did her little twirl, showing off the dress. Made him feel a bit better about his own attempt actually, especially when she complimented it. "It's ok. Thanks for saying so."

He smiled as they kept going and [member="Tamar Fitz Kierke"] laid her head back on his shoulder. Honestly, something felt right about it. He listened carefully as she pointed to and described the shops, still amazed that all this could be on a starship. Not a station. A starship. He then chuckled as she jump up and walked across a ledge, keeping her hand in his. It was nice. Being away from the Clan, not having to keep an eye on everything. Just him and Tamar on a date together.

Then she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and he somewhat mirrored her own expression. The woman then pointed out the restaurant, and ran to get the door for him with a bow. His Buir had told him he should try to get the door for a lady, but Mig wasn't too proud to not walk through, and gave a slight chuckle at the bow as he walked in, waiting for her to follow before continuing too far.

Tamar then gave him a nickname, which got him to smile before he nervously put an arm over her shoulder. "Sure thing...uh.... Dang it! Not good with nickname." He then follow Tamar to the table she had found, and giving her a smiled. "Mmmm! Smells like some good food here. Still have to believe all this is in a starship."

 

[Tamar Gred]

“You’re welcome. It’s also true, you know.” Arm around his, Tamar felt the comfort of a friend. [member="Mig Gred"] was far more than a friend. Every blush, every attempt at communication was a thrill Tamar’d avoided thusfar, and she found herself wanting more of her time away from the children. Maybe even travel.

This was far too much fun to not open the door for Mig. Aditya’d inspired the move. ‘Do something unexpected! If he takes it with good humour, then you know you got a gooder.’ Mig’s good humour with the door proved even further that the Gred Alor was simply amazing.

“You’ll think of something. You’re smart like that.” Tamar peered at the menu, nibbling on her bottom lip. “Not that you’re not smart other times!”

When Mig put his arm over her shoulders, Tamar’s grin burst from her serene and tanned face. Sliding into the small booth, Tamar kept close to Mig. Close enough to brush her fingers against his hand.

“Isn’t it romantic? The-the Never Again, its’ commission was given to [member="Kaine Australis"]. A show piece for the Mandalorians, and a sincere weapon. But I think, well, you know Yasha. This was built, after their son Reyn was born, back when Yasha told nobody who the father was. I think the Never Again was a present. An attempt at winning her over. He wanted her to feel as little like she was flying as possible, on the ship she was going to spend the most time. It’s beautiful. Everything on this ship, you’d never know you’re flying at all. I’m probably wrong, but… I think it’s sweet. Oh! Blossom wine for me, I think. What are you going to have? Everything tastes amazing.”

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig smiled as [member="Tamar Fitz Kierke"] reassured him that he'd manage to think of a nickname, then quickly correcting something she though she said wrong. Mig put a hand on her shoulder after she said that, then smiled.

"I know what ya meant. Don't worry."

As they were sitting down, Mig smiled at Tamar's own grin, and blushed ever so slightly as he felt her hand brush up against him. She then began to explain how the Never Again came to be. How it was built by Kaine as a show piece of Madalore. She noted it was made right after Reyn was born, and that she thought it was a present to Yasha. A way to win her heart. He knew she hated flying, so making a ship that wouldn't feel like a ship made sense, and honestly he liked this version of the story. As Tamar told her story, Mig also slowly took her hand in his, almost not noticing as he did. She then said she was going to get Blossom Wine, and asked what Mig would get.

"Hm.... May get some Meiloorun cider."

 

[Tamar Gred]

“Good. Then… good… oh… g-good.” Tamar felt her fingers brushed against and held. Squeezing lightly, Tamar tried to cover a smile with the back of her other hand.

There was nothing for it, but to let the smile happen, and dip her temple onto [member="Mig Gred"]’s shoulder. She sighed contentedly. Maybe, just maybe it was an alright move to make.

“Cider sounds lovely.” The server came, and Tamar ordered, pondering the menu while she settled herself just a little closer to Mig. “Mig? What are you thinking about? Hope it's something good.”

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig smiled back as [member="Tamar Fitz Kierke"] tried to cover her smile for a moment. He chuckled, letting her lay her head on his shoulder. He couldn't but lean lightly into her, laying his head on hers, but being sure she was still comfortable. This was nice, and Mig could've been happy with just this. Then the server came around, and Mig ordered his cider. Then Tamar asked him what he was thinking about, sliding closer. Mig thought for a moment.

"Honestly not sure. Though with you here, I don't think it matters."

 

[Tamar Gred]

If this was what dating was like, Tamar realized she rather enjoyed it. [member="Mig Gred"] was as perfect a gentleman as the Epicanthix could hope, and the thought of spending the whole evening in such company was more than she could hope for.

“It doesn’t? Am I distracting you from sustenance? Shall I stop?” Tamar feigned seriousness, before leaning back with a spreading grin on her face. She held his hand, fingers comfortable and delighted with the warmth of the Mandalorian bladesman.

“It’s alright. I was thinking about… fish. Oooo or mott steak bites. Oh, or… or I don’t know, really. Your hand. Yes, I was thinking about how comfortable it is to hold your hand… oh gosh, was that too forward?”

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig chuckled a bit as [member="Tamar Fitz Kierke"] acted serious about trying to stop distracting him. It was nice that she was already so happy with the date it seemed, especial since he had already been enjoying it. As she leaned back, he did join in on the banter.

"Oh. I'm not sure you can just turn it off. Wouldn't want that anyways." He smiled as she held his hand again. It was nice, and made him feel more comfortable somehow. Tamar then began to say what she was thinking about food wise. Then she said how she was thinking about her hand, and how comfortable it was to hold it. Mig smiled as she asked if it was too forward.

"Not at all. Actually nice to hear." Mig then looked at the menu for a second, deciding to get the fish before leaning a bit closer to Tamar. He then lean closer, if that was possible, to his date, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead before thinking.

"Uh... Guess my turn to ask if that was too forward."

 

[Tamar Gred]

“No? Why, Alor Gred. Whatever do you mean?” Tamar feigned ignorance, placing a hand on her chest momentarily as she leaned lightly against him. While the man had yet to run screaming, Tamar began to think that perhaps [member="Mig Gred"] did have more than a little amount of feeling for the former slave.

“G-good. That’s good. I like it. You! The hand! Your hand? Gosh.” Deflating a bit, Tamar whimpered as Mig came closer. And closer. Her eyes fluttered closed! THIS WAS IT! He was going to bail! He was leaning in to better slide out from under the booth and away from her life for good!

Oh the tra-oh.

Oh!

“Heavens no.”

Tamar’s cheeks burst with a virile and healthy red. He kissed her! He kissed her forehead! His lips, [member="Mig Gred"] ’s lips touched Tamar’s skin! Wide cerulean eyes peered up at him, her lips pursed in a courageous attempt to… if she could lean closer and…

“So, you ordering food or what?” Dan the Server droned.

“YES DAN. WE ARE.” Tamar yelped, defeated in her attempt of a kiss of her own by Dan’s impeccably awkward timing. “Ah… I mean… my pardons, Dan, we… I’ll fish! I’ll have the fish. Fish sounds… yes, fish.”

“Aaaahhhhhh okaaay? Sure you’re the fish lady. What about you, dude?”

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig smiled nervously when [member="Tamar Fitz Kierke"] said he had not pushed it too far. Then, he notice that Tamar was leaning closer, and seem to be going for a kiss. The man wasn't sure what to do at first, but he soon began to lean in slightly, seeming ready to oblige her until the server, Dan, interrupted them. Mig blushed a bit, seeming a bit nervous when he realized Dan had been there. When Tamar gave her order, Mig smiled a bit, and was quick to answer when asked.

"Oh. I'll have what she's having." He then looked at Tamar, smiling and giving a nervous chuckle. "Uh.... So.... That was great timing." Mig managed to say the last part in a somewhat joking manner.

 

[Tamar Gred]

Tamar sighed and broke into a chuckle. Leaning forward, she put her forehead on [member="Mig Gred"]’s shoulder and let her laugh fade down. Dan vacated with a “Sure” and toddled off, never quite realizing how massively he infringed. Just as Dan made his way past the table, he turned round. Tamar yanked both menus off the table top without looking, and handed them to the man. He grunted out a ‘thanks’ and took the folded menus, trotting off to the next table.

Breathing out, Tamar leaned back and held Mig’s hand.

“Completely effective timing. He ought to be hired by the Militia to foil strategic plans across the galaxy.” Tamar blushed, tucking her hair behind her ear and looking across the bar. “Foiled… had it all planned, was going to lean in, see how you took it, I was going to.. just..”

Pressing her lips together, Tamar leaned forward and searched Mig’s eyes, gravitating toward his cheek. Another inch… that was all…

“Complimentary cheesy breadsticks!” Dan slid a wicker bowl of breadsticks across the table, booping ever slightly into Tamar’s shoulder. She startled and whimpered.

“Dan!”

“Ah… yeah?”

“THANK YOU, DAN.” Deflating even more in the seat, Tamar flopped her back against it and hugged the breadstick basket, passing one to Mig.

“Breadstick?” She tore a chunk off another one, and popped it in her mouth.

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig looked a surprised as Tamar leaned in, but it quickly clicked. He smiled, closing his own eyes and waiting for it. Then, as if the Force and Manda were against it, Dan came by again to interrupt them, again. This time at least he brought food. It was still a bit annoying, and Mig noticed his date was getting REALLY annoyed with it. He let out a lighthearted sigh before chuckling at Tamar's offer of a bread stick. He smiled and took one before making sure Dan wasn't coming again.

"Seriously. I need to hire that man for disruption tactics." Mig then took a bite, before smiling at Tamar, and leaning in for one more try. Hopefully Dan would realize something was happening this time!

[member="Tamar Fitz Kierke"]

 

[Tamar Gred]

“He’s the best. The absolute best at disruptions…” Tamar leaned back, chewing and swallowing a chunk of cheesy breadstick. Her eyebrows rose, lips puckering. “Hmm! S’good!”

Shrugging and looking to [member="Mig Gred"], Tamar chewed hard. Her breath halted, he was leaning in! Oh gosh, why did she take that second bite of the breadstick!? Attempting to swallow, Tamar chewed and chewed, then! Success!

With a mouth no longer filled with cheesy, bready goodness, Tamar closed her eyes, leaned over and… completely missed Mig’s lips. Lips sliding onto his cheek, her hand, which had been holding her up as she leaned across the booth, slid on a napkin.

“Mmwwaaheeep!” Crashing into Mig’s side, Tamar slapped a hand over her mouth and burst into a fit of giggles. “Oh, for the ever loving beauty of the spring rains. Here!”

Tossing her arm around him, Tamar leaned up and kissed Mig’s cheek. “There!”

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig chuckled as Tamar slipped, and slammed into his side. The Mandalorian continued laughing until he heard Tamar, and she gave him a kiss on the cheek. He blushed, smiling when Tamar said "There" before wrapping an arm around her too. He smiled, but wasn't quite sure what to say.

[member="Tamar Fitz Kierke"]

 

[Tamar Gred]

Finally!

Finally lips touched skin and the hazards of whether he would recoil were answered. Tamar burbled out a relaxed sigh, snuggling into [member="Mig Gred"]'s side as she pulled the breadsticks over in reach of them both. His arm around her was strong and warm, and as she smiled, Tamar knew she liked it.

"Mig?" Tamar pressed her lips together, cheek on his shoulder. "If we do nothing more tonight, but sit here like this, it was worth it. Even if Dan is a ponce."

A slight chuckle, and Tamar leaned in to enjoy the feel of being so close to such a good man. She took in the silence of him, the ambience of the restaurant. Dan came with their food, shoving it on the table and glancing at the two of them.

"Dude... you want a bigger booth? You're all close together is there not enough room? I can move you to a centre table." Dan pointed to the tables in the middle of the busy floor, starting to drag their plates toward the end of the table.

"Oh goddess be, no Dan. No, we don't want to move. Do we Migsaurus?"