The Afterburner (Eliza Steele)

[Jace Trent]

He chuckled.
"I'm pretty sure that you would get tired of my cooking"
He walked towards her and laid the tray on the coffee table.
"Dig in. I hope you like it"

Breakfast wasn't half bad if he did say so himself. Once they were done, he stacked the dishes on the tray.
He walked over and turned the light on in the refresher in his room. He pulled a towel out from the cupboard and laid it on the sink. Then he walked back and collected the tray of dirty dishes.
"The refresher is there if you want to freshen up...not that you need to." He smiled at her.
With that he left her and went to the galley to clean the dirty dishes
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[Eliza Steele]

"Oh I seriously doubt that from the delicious smell of the food in front of me," Eliza smiled, then dug in as the Captain ordered. She'd never had a man make her breakfast nor had she ever stayed for breakfast… but that was like a long memory ago as that kind of play was not her style and only done on a rare occasion.

When breakfast was done, Jace continued to surprise her with his gentlemanly ways by offering his refresher with a soft towel to boot.

"Thanks… I won't be very long," she said, then slipped inside and closed the 'fresher door, locking it.

While in the shower, Eliza pondered over the last sixteen or so hours and really wondered what it all meant as she relished the hot water running down over her body. The 'Dawn unfortunately only had a sonic shower. Another reason to fall in love with his ship.

There was a feeling in her gut that this guy was worth getting to know better, but how could they even make something work with both captain's of their own smuggling ships, granted hers was a small time operation compared to his with a crew. But still, why bother…. Because we are kindred spirits is why and that is a rarity in our part of the galaxy.

Refreshed and ready for a new day to begin, the dark-eyed brunette made her way to the galley to find Jace just going to hand dry the dishes. "Here… Let me help you," she insisted, picking up a dish towel and taking a wet plate from him; her fingers brushing his as she did.

"I just want to say thank you again for everything, Jace. I had a super great time, and honestly don't really want it to end or have to go back, but know I must just as you must get on with your business. Your crew has a great captain and are very lucky indeed to work and serve under you. If you ever need a hand sometime, just holler."

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[Jace Trent]

He smiled at her when she entered and began helping him dry the dishes. He felt a flutter in his stomach when her hand brushed his. He'd been feeling that flutter alot over the past 16 hours.

He listened as she spoke. There was an finality in her suggestion that Jace didn't want to face. But he was encouraged by the fact that she didn't want to leave yet either.

He turned to face her and reached down and grabbed both of her small hands in his own. They were soft to his touch and another flutter found its way into his stomach.
His face became serious "You say the word, and I'll take you back. But if you want to stay...Then stay.....I....." He struggled with his words
"I don't want you to go. With you here, work, time....they don't seem all that important.
You reminded me that I still have a heart beat. But if you want to go back, then I'll go fire her up and take you back, but if you want me to call you whenever I need a hand, then expect your comm to be ringing none stop."
He sighed. Then, he leaned down and gently kissed her on her cheek...
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[Eliza Steele]

Speaking of a heart beat, Eliza's was racing at the moment as the ruggedly handsome smuggler had taken her hands in his, then Jace gazed down into her eyes as he spoke with a serious tone. She was lost in his memorizing blue pools, enough that the brunette definitely could drown in them given enough time.

"You don't….?" Eliza uttered softly. I'd answer too.

Then his next move surprised her, well not really. He was a gentleman after all. Jace leaned down and kissed her cheek gently with his warm lips sending electrifying tingles shooting down her spine and a jolt to her heart bringing it back to life. How could she not respond and move this forward now? He had left the ball in her court.

A warm, tender smile grew on the petite smuggler's face as her dark chocolate gaze met his eyes once again and held them for a long moment, searching them.

"How about you just fire me up instead," Eliza answered before the spirited Corellisi boldly raised up on her booted toes and pressed her lips to his, locking them in a kiss of her own.

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[Jace Trent]

Something broke inside Jace, a large piece of the wall that surrounded his heart. The Vixen before him had launched her attack, and his defense was obliterated.
Her lips were soft, tender, like a nectar that Jace was starving for. He returned the kiss, letting go of all his hesitation, his caution. He was stuck in this moment with her, nothing else mattered.

His arms wrapped around her , finding her waist, he lifted her up and sat her on the table in the center of the galley...
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[Eliza Steele]

In between breathless kisses, Eliza had slid the ruggedly handsome smuggler's suspenders off his broad shoulders and unbuttoned his shirt, running her hands inside to caress over his well-honed upper body, fingertips tracing along the muscle planes of his back. The dark-eyed brunette's toned legs came to be wrapped around his waist too, pulling Jace into her more snugly as she sat on the edge of the table, definitely lost in the moment; a heartbeat away from letting herself go over the cliff.

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[Jace Trent]

Jace felt her warmth as her hands caressed him. His shirt now off, revealing several scars, many from previous blaster fire wounds and others from shrapnel. His body tensed slightly, he was a little self-conscious of his scars. But she didn't seem to mind.

His hands hesitated momentarily, but the look in her eye have him the assurance to continue. His hands began to explore. Her vest came off, and he began to unbutton her shirt.
Her legs wrapped around him, and he grabbed her tight. He picked her up and walked out of the galley with her straddled to his waist, kissing her passionately all the while. He walked into his quarters and threw her onto his bed. Then he slammed the button closing the door behind him. He entered his bed and intertwined himself with the Corellian Vixen who had stolen his heart....
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