Private Supply Run

[Yuri Maji]

Yuri had no counter to the cargo door slowly opening up to let the sunlight in with full power, aside from mustering the strength to roll over and face away completely from the painful onslaught, not that it was any more soothing with all of the bruises and cuts across his body. At least he had a functional arm with no injuries to support himself. "Karkin' harpy..." He grumbled with annoyance. At least she was still there. After yesterday's situation, he had figured that she would have left him entirely.

He only turned when the glass of water was set beside him, heavy eyelids squinted to fight the sun while he struggled to sit upright. An attempt was made to reach the ship's controls but he gave up when his ribcage protested sufficiently. "Baby, please close the cargo bay..." He spoke up, waiting for the astromech to zoom past and obey his command. A silent gesture was given to Vara when he raised his middle finger at her.

The water was a welcome addition, at least.

His temperament softened once he got a few sips of water into his system. His stomach burned and And his throat fought to swallow the massive gulps, but it all passed and soon the mutt sat back with relief. "Bless your hands." He muttered, taking another sip.

”You got your ASS handed to ya,”

”Beaten to a pulp by a midget,”

”It was impressive, really.”

He shot her an amused grin for a second, still very slow in his recovery. "I don't remember much, but I know it wasn't a midget." He quipped with a gentle laugh. Anything more than that was simply too painful. It was easier to find parts of his body that weren't bruised or battered from the previous night. The amount of bandages were also a clear indication. Did she do all of it? "By the way, you got any..." He paused when he saw the injector in her hand, but naturally she wasn't going to make it easier for him. What made it worse was that he couldn't even be angry at her.

He glared at her for a few seconds in the wake of her teasing. As much as he wanted that shot... he wasn't going to play by her rules. He glanced down at it, then looked her in the eye again in contemplation. Pride would win over common sense and he instead nursed the tall glass of water to get some life back into his body. "Die silent, would ya." He grumbled. "I ain't gonna beg." Another middle finger was raised at her, but a laugh quickly followed along with a few coughs.

Silence overtook him for a few moments. No amount of small talk and jokes could erase the previous day's mistakes. His face darkened for a moment and his gaze faltered. "Thank you. For... this." He gestured to the yards of bandages across his body. "Vara... I... I hurt ya." He admitted softly, unable to look her in the eye. "You had no reason to help me, but you did." The empty glass was set aside as he turned away from her. "I don't know if I said anything stupid last night, but..." He finally looked at her, full of remorse and guilt with his mind trying its best to piece the words together.

With his one good arm, he forced himself to his feet and hobbled over to take hold of her shoulder and pressed his forehead against hers. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He whimpered through the pain.

Vara Rasha

 

[Vara Rasha]

Tags: Yuri Maji
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Vara smirked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

The Harpy didn’t pass up the opportunity to indulge in a bit of sadism. The Mandalorian writhed and wriggled in the aftershocks of yesterday night, how even the slightest twitch set alight his body. A sight she had no qualms with displaying the twinkle of delight in her eyes, even as a voice in her mind told her to come off it.

Her conscience screamed he had suffered enough already. And Vara couldn’t help but agree; the soft, genuinely pained whimper pulled at her heartstrings. The woman drew a sharp breath in the same heartbeat, feeling a sinkhole form in her core.

Her feelings for him were bubbling up again…

"Die silent, would ya." He grumbled. "I ain't gonna beg." Another middle finger was raised at her, but a laugh quickly followed along with a few coughs.

Obstinate as ever. And the Harpy loved that.

Vara gave her a look, the sharpness of her sadistic smile faded into a warm grin. She leaned down for him with the autoinjector in her hands. “Attaboy,” Her warmth palpable, a hand went to caress Yuri’s temple before the broad gently pressed her palm to expose his neck. The needle found purchase with a prominent vein, her deft hands as steady as that of a seasoned nurse’s. The autoinjector rasped with a faint hiss at the press of its cap.

Relief would find Yuri almost instantaneously.

She leaned back, tossing the spent autoinjector over her shoulder as she kept his gaze on him. The Harpy crossed her arms over her navel, sat back on the table. The meathead went to thank her for nurturing his broken body back into one piece. Vara met him with a cold, dismissive huff. “It’s nothing.” The crimson of her eyes sharpened with an icy glare at his words that came after his short, yet heartfelt gratitude.

"Vara... I... I hurt ya." He admitted softly, unable to look her in the eye.

”You did.”

A glacious, quiet remark. Her heartache returned, digging into her still bleeding wound. Vara felt her core tighten in a fresh wave of emotions. Anger, rage, sorrow, love and affection. The broad simmered in it. Closure for her heart and mind was yet to be had, and the idiot thought it to be smart to remind her of the moment of his rejection.

You had no reason to help me, but you did." The empty glass was set aside as he turned away from her.

Vara shook her head, once, and the world snapped back into focus. ”You’d’ve done the same,” The Harpy brushed him off coldly. But in reality..?

…She would take a blaster bolt for him.

But he didn’t need to know that.

"I don't know if I said anything stupid last night, but..." He finally looked at her, full of remorse and guilt with his mind trying its best to piece the words together.

“You said a lot.” Her tone grew more serious by the minute. Though strangely, the sharp wrinkle of her snarl softened in tone with her growled out remark. Instantly she was reminded of the things he said in his drunken stupor. How could she forget? She had spent the entire night with his ramblings bouncing around in her head before she surrendered herself to the calls of slumber.

Vara felt Yuri anchor him back to the world around him once more. The woman threw a glance at the hand on her shoulder, and back at the mutt as he had forced himself up amidst the lingering pain, still wracking his body in the faintest motion.

Yuri’s brow pressed into hers, as the woman’s sharp glare slowly dimmed. His heartfelt affection followed in the same breath. An admittance to a mistake.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He whimpered through the pain.

His apology poured from his lips at a pained whimper. A shaky huff poured from Vara’s snout. Leisurely, the woman reached for the hand. Her palm brushed against the back of his hand. Cold to the touch it was supposed to be, his durasteel limb. But the warmth of his touch was palpable.

Real.

The broad brushed her palm on the back of his hand, reciprocating his warmth. At that moment, she couldn’t help but think how much of his drunken ramblings were true. How much of it was a confession?

The woman pulled back after a moment, opening her eyes to meet his. The sharpness in her glacious gaze was yet to be replaced with something warmer.

Words weren’t enough.

“You gotta be starvin’,” The woman murmured, sliding off the galley table and away from his grasp. The warmth on her shoulder was no more, as she moved to the kitchen. “I know I am. You feelin’ pancakes? I’m feelin’ pancakes,” The broad got to work. She gathered the utensils and ingredients for what her stomach desired and began a retelling of last night. “Y’didn’t come home at the hour you said you would,” The bowl clattered under the whisk as she expertly stirred the mix. “Got me worried for your dumbass when the clock hit midnight. I took off. Found you at some bar, eventually. A quaint little place,” the woman set aside the mix and reached for a pan. Its bottom sat on the stove with a clunk.

“They had you around… Seven to one? Soldierboys, mostly. Hellions. Though more joined in on the beatdown. Randoms.” Her palm, outstretched, hovered an inch over the pan, checking for its heat. “They was tossin’ your ass around like a ragdoll. You were pretty beat up by the time I found you. Pretty drunk. I stepped in, shattered some half-full bottle on one of their heads, knocked out the other one with a quick one-an’-two,” Her retelling of the fight came with a satisfied grin. “I got them off ya. Broke the arm off another one by the shoulder joint. They got the message by then.” Satisfied with the near-scalding warmth under her palm, she doused some cooking oil into the pan. She took a ladle to the bowl. The ready pancake mix sizzled against the hot oil a moment later.

“Hauled your stupid ass back home. Think you can figure out the rest?”

 

[Yuri Maji]

He was still scared, but this time for a completely different reason. The fire in her eyes and venom in her voice was all completely justified, he was an A-grade skug with her. For a moment, however, he thought that he would be able to make things right as they shared a moment of comfort. But she pulled away, instantly changing topics and shutting down again.

Yuri stared on with a mixture of confusion and guilt, but relented and sat down again. "Pancakes are good. With scrambled eggs, please." He spoke up, trying to figure out what to say to her.

She beat him to the punch, though. She began with a more honest retelling of the previous evening and from the sound of it, she was quite comfortable with handling herself. But more importantly, she helped him. He wasn't sure if he would have been able to do the same for someone if they wronged him the way he did her, but the fact of the matter was that he would have been in a much worse state if she hadn't come back for him.

“Hauled your stupid ass back home. Think you can figure out the rest?”

"I threw up a lot. I remember... I remember you patching me up. Can't remember specifics, all I know is I was rambling about something." His gaze tilted over to regard her for a moment. The thought of her folding a bunch of soldiers to drag his carcass out was oddly alluring. "Thank you, Vara. Really." He muttered, looking away again. What was he going to do? What could he do? "What... what did I say?" He enquired with a faint tilt of his head.

He had no memory of it, all he could do was trust her word and wonder if it lined up

Vara Rasha

 

[Vara Rasha]

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A skillet clinked as the Harpy brought another pan onto a second stove, and lit the fire under it at the turn of a knob. Vara brought a knife down on a bar of butter, splitting away a healthy chunk. In one smooth motion, she chucked it off her knife with a flick of her wrist. The clump began to melt under the heat a moment after the pan caught her toss. A sharp sizzle reached her ears a moment after, as the liquidated butter began to bubble. She brought the heat down with the turn of the stove’s knob, and waited a few moments before she went and cracked a generous amount of eggs into the pan. A wooden spoon in hand, she began to scramble it in low heat.

A big boy like Yuri would surely appreciate the larger portion.

"I threw up a lot. I remember... I remember you patching me up. Can't remember specifics, all I know is I was rambling about something." His gaze tilted over to regard her for a moment.

The meathead would see the Harpy offer him a nod of her head in silent response, turning not once to give him a glance as she worked the kitchen, her back naturally facing him. The man’s words drew a backhanded, wordless response as a grumble tore from her core. A breathy huff rolled from her snout. She spared him not an ounce of venom. Every single apology, every whimper and huff from him reaffirmed her heartache. He hadn’t a clue how much this stung her core.

Worst of all, she couldn’t bring herself to stop this, even when her conscience battled against the build-up of rage in her heart.

"What... what did I say?" He enquired with a faint tilt of his head.

The sugary scent of the pancake reached her snout at a gentle whiff. The woman reached for a spatula, and flipped it over. The raw side sizzled under the heat, starting to cook to a golden standard. The Harpy weighed his question in her mind as she counted the seconds, before she grabbed hold of the pan, and slipped the pancake onto a plate when it was done.

”Mm… Something about karkin’ up again,” she began, as she set the hot and dry pan back on the stove. A quick drizzle of oil, she spread it all across with a tilt of the pan’s handle. “Mentioned you lost “her.” Someone that made you happy.” Another dip of the ladle into the bowl, she poured it into the pan for another batch. A sharp frizzle came at an instant. ”Told me I reminded you of her!” Her remark drew a dry chuckle from her lips.

Her hands braced against the counter as she leaned forward, her head brought low under the weight of her emotions. Claws scraped against metal, as Vara felt her core tighten. Her muscles drew taut under her hide, tendons stood starkly along the length of her forearms. Her snout drew in shallow pulls of breath.

The Harpy’s mane bristled up high. “Said you love her. Who’s the lucky broad!” Vara's bark of laughter split the air. Her words straight venom. It was painfully obvious who that someone was, for the both of them. The one who made his soul smile.

It was the same broad that bled from her heart right now.

The Harpy’s shoulder’s hiked up as the moments passed in deathly silence, disturbed only by the gentle sizzling of their meals at the stove. “Did you mean it.” Vara finally spat, almost at a whisper. The calm before the storm.

A roar ripped from her throat at a wrothful snarl when his silence stretched longer than she liked. Sudden, volcanic. ”ANSWER!"

"DID! YOU! MEAN IT!"​

 

[Yuri Maji]

It was a genuine question to figure out how badly he screwed up in his plastered state. Vara began with a remark that drew a chuckle from him, but as she continued he realized the weight in her words and his heart progressively sank deeper and deeper into his gut. He saw her muscles tense, smelled the anger coming from her. The venom laced with every word drilled into him as her demeanor grew darker.

Then came the question.

“Did you mean it.”

His lips parted, but he hesitated as memories gradually came back. Clearly he took too long for her taste, because she immediately snapped at him with a vicious snarl. He practically jumped in his seat, but eventually he let out a sigh and hung his head low. "I did." He admitted softly, raising his head to look at her. A hand lifted, but dropped immediately in futility.

What was he supposed to say? He never lied, he did indeed love her.

"I ain't a liar. I do love you, Vara." He continued gently, trying not to provoke her anger any further. "But that's just it. Everything I care about turns to ash. I don't... I don't..." He sighed again and shook his head. "I don't want to lose you too. But karkin' hell, I do love you, Vara. You're the best thing that's happened to me in a long while." With a grunt he rose to his feet and limped over to rest a hand on her shoulder. Or tried to, at least. He hesitated and drew his hand back, instead he leaned against the table to take some weight off his sore leg. "I'm not strong enough to lose any more than I already have. I can't lose you too." He sighed, looking away in an attempt to shy away from her wrath.

"I care about you, mutt. More than anything else." He looked back at her, silently preparing himself for a barrage. Silence clung to him, the only thing breaking it was the sizzle on the stove and the heavenly smells swirling around them. He couldn't help but glance over at the eggs for a brief second. "Eggs are gonna burn." He warned, unable to stop himself from the completely inappropriate timing.

Vara Rasha

 

[Vara Rasha]

Tags: Yuri Maji
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Fury hummed through her core. Muscles drawn tight like a bowstring, the broad met his words in silence. Her lips peeled back to a deep snarl the more he went on. Her locs flew as her head snapped to look at him from over her shoulder, shooting Yuri a glare. Her crimson eyes set alight with rage, she murdered him on the spot ten times over with her glare alone.

He still didn’t get it.

This… This damnable hesitation was still entrenched within his heart, even when she knew fully in her heart that his words were true. Even in his drunken stupor.

A liar, he was not.

But he kept forgetting something so crucial that just so happened to bind their fates together.

The very choice she made.

The path she chose to walk, till the end of her days.

And her reminder of that fact came sharp.

"Eggs are gonna burn." He warned, unable to stop himself from the completely inappropriate timing.

The tension in the air became more and more tangible in the stillness after Yuri’s remark. As reasonable as his observation was, he could not have chosen a worse moment if he tried to. The crimson fury of her eyes were reduced to a glint, as a guffaw tore free from her chest, not to be mistaken with what normally accompanied or punctuated a joke or a quip.

Hers grated the ears at a hysterical shriek.

The eggs might as well catch fire.

Sparks tore from the metal counter as her claws scraped the surface in her sharp pivot. In the same breath, a hand shot towards him, clamping around his throat. Her eyes wide with frightening delirium and her lips split wide to a toothy grin, she swung him towards the fridge. Its contents swirled and shook amidst a loud, sharp clunk as his back met the lid, hard. And she had already moved.

The Harpy’s hand kept him pinned against the appliance by the throat, while she expertly slipped the other to the armpit of his ‘ganic arm. Her claws threatened to find purchase with the sensitive pit, sever arteries and rip flesh from flesh. But that was just one part of Yuri’s troubles.

What made matters worse came in the form of a dull, monotonous set of binary that spilled from a vocoder. The commotion did not go unnoticed by the guardian of their freighter.

Baby’s Mandalorian wardroid frame was starting to stir from its slumber, on the far end of the galley by the ramp.

But she heard none of that.

The rage underlying her words were akin to a volcanic eruption, but strangely she spoke at a calm voice. There was some clarity, even when she saw red. ”Listen to me you karkin’ shabuir,” The woman snarled, her snout just inches away from his face. The Mando’a perfect, one of the first ever words he taught her. “I took your offer. I chose to walk this galaxy with a back like a target. SAME. AS. YOU!” She drove her point home with a small tug, and hurled him back at the fridge’s lid in the same breath. “ANYTHING can slot us into the karkin’ AFTERLIIIIFE!”

Her nose wrinkled in deep seated rage, her snout flared with each sharp pull of breath. Her delirium began to waver as her head spun. The sharpness of her wrath began to dull, the more she drew in his scent. “A speeding bike or a landspeeder! A loose piece of roofing to the head! A stray blaster bolt! Its all it takes! You could be doing anything, when It comes for you!” The broad snarled. “And not to mention we’re meant to chase glory! Bleed and make bleed in the name of the People we swore to live by!”

Vren Rook had taught her well.

Her grasp around his throat began to waver. Her claws poking at his armpit shifted away, promising him harm no longer as her shoulders sagged under the weight. “Does that mean we should both live in fear of losing one another?” Her words left her lips at a murmur when she continued after a quick draw of breath. ”Deny us of each other, while we’re meant to live this life like it’s our last. Karkin’. Day?”

Her body began to feel drained, as the burning rage left her weak. She leaned forward, drawing strength from Yuri to stay up on her feet. “You think I’m not afraid of losing you? Do you have any idea-... Any idea what I thought I’d find, when I searched for you yesterday?”

Her hands shifted to his visage. His calloused touch cupped his cheeks in her heartfelt warmth. Her eyes wide as saucers, she searched for his emotions in his golden eyes. “...I love you, even when Death can see us apart at any time,” The sting of tears began to fill her eyes. Her core rose and fell with labored draws of breath.

Her tone of voice was a palpable plea, as heavenly as the warmth of her heart was in her words.

“So I ask you again… Do. You. Mean it?”​

 

[Yuri Maji]

Yuri understood the danger he was playing with, prepared for some kind of reprisal and calculated the risk of being so close to her. Unfortunately his mathematics weren't very sound, and in a matter of a second he found himself writhing in pain and clawing for breath as Vara kept him pinned against the fridge with claws ready to tear through flesh below his one good arm. It took every instinct not to fight back, he wasn't going to keep her from venting her frustrations in a healthy manner.

The Basilisk stirred in the cargo bay but there was nothing it could do in this moment. She had his master in a dangerous position. Yuri could only hold a hand up to calm the droid for the moment.

Her words rang true, even when he tried to argue it in his head he couldn't deny the hazards they faced. The hazards he had faced in the past. She had made the choice, taken the creed to follow the Way. Her grip lightened, allowing him to cough and draw breath once again. All any of them could ever do was live their lives to the fullest, it was an occupational hazard for all Mandalorians.

She was right.

He would always try to fight her sentiment, but at least he could have a little taste of happiness while he did it.

Her hands shifted once more to cup his cheeks as she asked him once again. A frown set in and in an instant he parried her grasp on him to wrap an arm around the back of her neck. He pulled her in close, but rather than put her in a lock or hurt her, he instead did something far more risky and pressed his lips against hers. For a few long seconds he held her in a kiss, finally pulling back to glare at her. "Of course I karkin' do, ya karkin' harpy!" He fired back and kissed her again. "So if you're that eager to suffer, then let's karkin' go!" The glare melted away in a laugh. Baby calmed down in the cargo hold and returned to his idle state, leaving the two alone once more. Yuri gave Vara's ear a flick and shifted to rest against the fridge more comfortably. "Don't say I didn't warn ya..." He quipped, feeling far more like himself than the past few days.

A quick sniff crossed his muzzle, drawing his attention for a brief second to the small flame dancing in a pan. "Speakin' of warnings." He nodded to the pan with an immensely smug grin.

Vara Rasha

 

[Vara Rasha]

Tags: Yuri Maji
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Her world spun.

A soft, uneasy voice left her as Yuri moved sharply amidst her weakened state. The man drew an involuntary gasp from her core as the Harpy felt his hand wrap around at the back of her neck. He pulled her close in the same breath. Her chest pressed against his. Her eyes wide open as her crimson gaze looked back at Yuri’s golden eyes.

Then…

Her mind went blank as his lips melted upon hers. Caught off guard by the unexpected gesture, the woman blinked. Her reciprocation followed immediately after she recovered from her shock in the next heartbeat, the Harpy’s strength and energy found instant restoration with his affection; her maw parted for the deep kiss. A hand went to card his hair as the other wrapped around the small of his back.

He hadn’t a clue for how long she had played out a scene such as this in her imagination.

Desires and affection were unmet no more.

Every draw of his scent, every little touch and every loving caress along his handsome hide were but a drop against the bristling heat at her heart. The woman’s snout worked back and forth, drawing more and more of his scent amidst their intimacy; her newfound hunger quickly proved to be insatiable, and as violent as her temper. Without an ounce of shame, the Harpy introduced him the way she loved as she leaned further in to get more of him.

More.

More.

The Harpy barely reigned her affection back when she felt him draw away for a quick breath.

"Of course I karkin' do, ya karkin' harpy!" He fired back and kissed her again. "So if you're that eager to suffer, then let's karkin' go!" The glare melted away in a laugh.

Vara’s response came in an instant. ”Shut up,” A breathy growl left her throat as lunged forward to meet Yuri in the middle for another kiss. The warmth of her mouth scalded against his. He stole a loving chuckle from her after a flick at her ear. The girl shifted along him, leaning against the fridge amidst their shared embrace.

The Harpy wrapped a leg around him. Possessive. Territorial. Vara went to pepper him with smooches along the bend of his neck, trailing upwards to his cheek. A lap of the tongue ruffled back his fur along her exploration. Unbridled, feral affection. The woman begrudgingly took a pause as he spoke.

"Don't say I didn't warn ya..." He quipped, feeling far more like himself than the past few days.

His warning brought one out of Vara. “And you,” She brought her crimson gaze and held his eyes. Her tone was a mix of heated affection and sincere severity in her promise. “If you ever play with my heart like that ever again, I will gore you, and make roba sausages out your intestines,” Her maw split open to drive her point home.

The neat, pearly whites of her rippers found a playful purchase at his neck. Careful not to draw blood, the Harpy left the mark of her teeth upon his hide.

It was then the shift of scents met her sharp snout, something set alight! It drowned out the tantalizing, beautiful scents of her cooking.

The utterance and the shamelessly smug grin at his face told her all she needed to know. The girl shot a glance at the stove.

…KARK!

A sharp growl ripped from her throat as she begrudgingly pulled herself away to leave his warmth. “I’ll deal with it,” Vara snarled, her snout brought low and brows knit sharply, she went and killed the flames dancing from one of the stove's rings. She grabbed a lid, and placed it on the small, flaming remains of the scrambled eggs.

The flames were smothered from the lack of oxygen in a matter of moments. The lid tossed aside, she brought the pan to the sink and began to clean up her mess. “Siddown,” the dish sponge rasped in her hand. “I still gotta feed you.”

The frustration seemed as heavy as the affection in her words. She rather remained in his embrace right about now…

The woman’s deft hands quickly dried the pan with a clean towel, and set it back on the stove. Another clump of butter, she melted the goodness to a puddle over the heat. The sizzle of the eggs reached their ears before long. “Stupid karkin’ mutt,” Vara hissed at him as she seasoned his scrambled eggs with salt and pepper with a rule of thumb.

”Took you long enough,” Her eyes shone at a narrowed twinkle amidst her chuckle. She tossed another pancake on top of the first one. At least that wasn’t burnt.

The woman quickly transferred the scrambled eggs from the pan to a bowl when they reached that doneness she sought after. Their texture was glossy, soft and creamy. Moist curds with a uniform golden yellow color, with no signs of browning or dryness.

Perfection.

A fork and a knife in her hand, she carried the bowl and the finished pancakes to him and set it all in front of him at the table. The girl leaned down and gave him a quick kiss, before she shot back up and snapped back towards the kitchen to continue.

She still had more pancake mix to cook through.

 

[Yuri Maji]

Yuri expected some kind of reaction from her, what he got instead was a ferocious fire he was not ready for. A few pained grunts and whines escaped him in the wake of her onslaught, but secretly he didn't mind it. Silently thankful for the eggs catching fire, Yuri ran a hand along his lips and neck as he followed her movements. She would receive no protest from him at her threats.

“Stupid karkin’ mutt,”

"Moody karkin' harpy." He fired straight back at her with a smile as he limped over to the couch and slumped back down to catch his breath. It was too late now, he had committed and they were stuck together. But no amount of concern or worry could wipe the smile from his face as he watched her prepare their breakfast. The heavenly smell quickly filled the air again and a few minutes later he had a glorious breakfast fit for a king in front of him.

The kiss was simply the cherry on top. "Thanks." He muttered.

A hand trailed down her back as she moved away to continue with the breakfast. His gaze lingered for a moment to watch her work, before trailing down to linger on something else.

She was dangerous.

"So..." He scooped up a mouthful of eggs and a piece of pancake, quickly swallowing to continue with his sentence. "Does this mean we're official now?" He teased, shooting her a wink before continuing with his meal. He didn't eat too quickly, specifically delaying so she could join him by the table. It was strange, being an official item with someone. No longer just a girl for the night or a fling he picked up on Nar Shaddaa.

He was going to have to step his game up. But for the first time in a good number of years, he was genuinely happy with a choice. There was no telling what the future would hold, but at least he had someone to survive the night with.

Survive the night.

The words rang in his mind for a moment. Golden eyes watched her in the middle of another bite for a few seconds. He could get used to this... he just needed to watch his step if he was going to survive this ordeal.

Vara Rasha

 

[Vara Rasha]

Tags: Yuri Maji
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A plate clinked on the metal countertop.

The tantalizing sizzle came to an abrupt pause, as the pancake rose to the air at a somersault in an incisive flick of the wrist. The undone side met the searing heat of the pan with a crackle. The girl slid the pancake onto a serving dish once it was ready.

A mouthwatering stack of the sugary goodness stood tall before long. The woman had intended to serve them scorchingly hot and fresh from the pan, but her plans changed as she saw him purposefully take it slow.

She almost forgot he didn’t eat as fast as her.

"So..." He scooped up a mouthful of eggs and a piece of pancake, quickly swallowing to continue with his sentence. "Does this mean we're official now?" He teased, shooting her a wink before continuing with his meal.

Vara offered him a glance over her shoulder. “Hmm… I’unno, there a written form requirement to chit like this or?” A smirk wrinkled the corners of her lips. “You’re lucky you’re handsome… Karkin' dork. What do you think, Yuri?” The Harpy teased back, fondly engaging him in their usual exchange of banter and quips.

The flames of the stove rings died in an instant at the turn of a knob. The clunk of porcelain briefly echoed in the kitchen as she got herself a plate. A fork in one hand, the woman pivoted with the plate full of pancakes in one hand and her empty plate on the other.

The girl placed her plate close to him, with the stack of pancakes within easy reaching distance for the both of them. She went and brought up her chair and sat close to him. Hungrily she brought a few of the fresh pancakes on her plate, and got to digging.

Silence befell the galley as they took a moment to eat in peace. Each bite of the sweet goodness brought more and more of her energy back to her. Unable to slow herself down, her base instinct took control of her; the contents of her plate was simply vacuumed into her gullet. She ate up her fill almost at the blink of an eye. With a clink, her fork rested on her plate.

She looked at him, something gentle settled in her eyes as her brows lifted.

She could not bring her eyes off him.

Her warmth brought a loving smile from her lips. The dams to her eyes started to crack, as something bitter began to sting in her eyes. A single drop of ivory slowly trailed down her cheek. ”You need more water?” She asked, making sure he was all right. Her affection was scorching hot in her words, the broad crossed her arms, stretching her legs under the table in a bid to pass the time. Thoughts and emotions swirled in her mind.

The glint of her crimson eyes gained a refreshed focus, as she visibly hatched an idea in her mind after she was sure all of his immediate needs were met.

The chair under her creaked. Without a word she got up from the table as Yuri took his final bite. As she walked past him, her digits brushed the length of his one good arm. Slow and deliberate. Her steps carried her to the door to his room, motion sensors parted it soundlessly, granting her entry.

She paused there and looked back at him. Her brows quirked as the mischief in her eyes softened to something warm. Vara met his gaze over her shoulder, her invitation as clear as day, even for a total meathead like him.

A leisurely step forward, the broad would disappear into his room.

 

[Yuri Maji]

The Hound laughed at her sarcastic remarks as he munched on his breakfast, luckily she didn't take too long to join him by the table. "I think we should check what the legal steps are, don't wanna do something wrong here." He joked, shooting her a quick glance. For the most part, however, their breakfast was quiet and pleasant. Vara inhaled her food as she usually did, and Yuri wasn't far behind. He only stopped eating when she asked if he wanted another glass of water.

His eyes lifted, but he shook his head regardless as he swallowed another bite. "Nah, I'm good. Thanks." He muttered, finishing up with the rest of his meal after her. The moment he took his final bite, she rose from her seat and ran a gentle hand along his arm. He watched her curiously as she sauntered over to his room, immediately telling him what her grand plan was. The Hound sat back with an amused grin as he watched her disappear into his quarters, he didn't immediately follow. "Ya know I can barely move, right?!" He called after her with a laugh.

"Don't know what you're hopin' will happen." He continued with a shake of his head. But instinct won over logic, and the Hound found himself limping over to his door before shutting it behind him. Baby could take care of the flight and return to Kestri, the two mutts had something more pressing to attend to.

Were they moving a bit quickly? Maybe, but with the kind of life they were both used to, this was nothing strange. They were bound together, for better or for worse.

/End thread

Vara Rasha