Bad Dream Part 2 (final)

Bad Dream part 2 (final)

part 1

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we would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright

(-E Hemingway)

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I think I can share these now without my blog being nuked 😳

idk if your still doing the number prompt, but i would love to see a Carth/Revan with 1 :)

“You’re staring at me again,” she growls, and his eyes narrow into a glare.

“I’m not staring at you,” Carth manages to spit out. She has this insane way of making everything sound like an accusation and to immediately put him on the defensive. 

Though, he is staring at her. Was staring at her. Now he’s staring at a wall, so she can’t catch him again. But sometimes - Sometimes he can’t help it. He doesn’t want to find himself attracted to her, but there’s something about this woman that does it. It’s more than her looks, but he can’t say she isn’t beautiful in some way. It’s her strength and terrible attitude and the way she laughs when she’s shooting at something shooting back at her.

“You’re kriffing doing it again.“ 

"No - No, I’m not. Your ego is amazing, if you think everything I do revolves around you.”

Her hands are on her hips now, eyes on fire as she stares at him. Challenges him. “You think about me at night, don’t you?”

Carth chokes.

“You do!” And she does exactly what he doesn’t expect her to do: she tosses her head back and laughs. Not in a mean way, not to make fun of him, no. There's delight in that noise, and if he didn’t think about her at night before (he does, he has, someone help him, she’s crazy and desirable), he definitely will now.

He rubs a hand over his face. “You will be the death of me.”

Bree laughs again, bumping her shoulder into his. “That depends on how you view death.”

She’s so close to him, and when had that happened? When had it changed from them exchanging insults to him thinking about her, anyway? When had she started looking at him with interest and something more than irritation?

“This isn’t - It isn’t a good idea.” He waves his hand between the two of them. “This, that is. This isn’t - you should just…”

There’s the barest flicker of disappointment over her face before she hides it behind an easy smile. She’s killing him, absolutely killing him.

“Don’t worry, Carth. I would rather kiss a wookiee,” she teases.

“I’d be better,” he tells her in his most serious tone. Why? Why does he even say that? What’s wrong with him?

“Let’s put it to the test. I’ll kiss Big Z and then come back to see if you’ve decided to change your mind.”

His face screws up for a second before he heaves a large sigh. “Wait, no. That wasn’t what I meant!”

She sighs as well, but doesn’t move away from him. Her breath is a warm puff against his cheek. “You’re making this difficult.”

“What!”

“You want to kiss me. So just kiss me.”

Carth chokes again. 

“Can I kiss you then? Just so we get this awkward sexual tension out of the way?” There’s that irritation again, winding through her voice, but there’s mostly amusement in her eyes, and he can see flecks of gold in the brown. 

She’s beautiful. Why is she beautiful, and why is she in his space, and why does she want to kiss him?

So he kisses her, a briefly chaste peck that does nothing to cool the desire weaving through his body.

She smiles anyway. “You’re such a wuss.”

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