"Well , I've become paladin's squad leader because Gio went AWOL on us and I was ASL at the time. Doc asked me if I wanted to be SL and I said 'dure. Why not?' I requested Wicket be my ASL and two days later, we started getting some fresh recruits."

"Wow. Congrats."

"Thanks."

She looked longinly into his eyes, and he approached his face slowly until their lips met and she was caught in a deep, sweet kiss.Her eyes closed and she savoured the moment. When they parted she was sad the moment wa sover, but deep insode she knew there would be many more.

She sat back in her seat, Alan straightened up and her ears perked up. She heard a noise utside. She walked over to one of the viewports. When  she looked out she could see Aeos and Snipes in the distance. they were in  a fountain, aeos was sitting on Snipes's chest and they were laughing. Scratching the back of her head, she turned to look at Alan who was now standing a few steps away from her.

"Why don't we head where there's a little more privacy?"

If she knew what he was thinking, she knew this would be good.

"I'm all for it. You first my master."

She lay on the bed in his bedroom and watched him. He was standing in the doorway and looking at her with a smile on his face. He looked handsome in his officer's unifrom.

"Come here, my handsome man."

He approached his bed and sat on the edge, staring at her lying there, inviting him to join her. He did, hesitantly at first but then it dawned on him that there was no one here but them. So he walked over and jumped in right beside her.

He hid himself under the sheets and peeped up at her playfully. It made her laugh so hard , tears were streaming from her face. She bent her head and kissed his forehead. He reached up and cupped her face in his hands, pulling it down until their lips met.

She played in his hair and gently stroked his face, feeling all the places where his face was defined with hard muscle. When she tilted her head back a bit, she saw that his eyes were shining. Smiling, she traced his jaw with her finger.

He reached up and gently stroked her arms, from her fingertips all the way to her shoulders. She loved the way he did that. She took his hand in hers and gently put it on her chest. In the small space between her breasts.

Lucky felt Alan move his hands slowly up and down her body , she shivered with pleasure. She was sweating now, she took off the jacket she was wearing over her dress and threw it onto the floor. She removed Alan's shirt and tossed it on top of her jacket.

They lay in bed, side by side, looking into each other's eyes. Alan kissed her softly on the lips and moved a little closer to her. Suddenly, she heard the sounds of people outside the freighter.

"Can we leave this place and saty like this for another little while?" She looked longingly into his eyes and watched him turn hs back to her.

Late, she hated being late, or at least this late. Over an hour since the ball had started and Namyr was just stepping out of the taxi, grinding her teeth together she counted out the fare to the driver and turned towards the door. The valet looked at her expectantly, waiting to open the door as she stormed up the stairs. Clip, clip, clip, went her white heels, she pulled her long black coat closer around her body. She was mad, extremely mad, why did he have to be such a jerk? How often did they go to fancy occasions such as this? Where she had the chance to wear a nice dress, she had been excited, her excited over a ball, and had purchased her dress a month in advanced. She had even convinced Rogueboy to go, how many times would they get the chance to get drunk on the Empire's dollar?

Damnit, she had asked Rogueboy to either rent a car or call a service to pick them up. She hadn't even nagged him on what he was going to wear! Granted, she usually did due to Rogueboy enjoyed going all natural, but still she had let him take care of getting his own tux and all he had to do was get a car for the night. And what did the jerk show up on? A brand new swoop bike! Her dress was white and the pollution levels were the highest in a decade and he wanted her to jump on and take off.

Namyr had bit her lip, fist to hold back her anger, then to hold back the tears of disappointment. Rogueboy and cockily told her that her coat would cover most of her dress during the trip so everything was fine. Namyr didn't buy it and instead turned on her heel and went back into the apartment, locking Rogueboy out. She sure in hell wasn't going to let him see her in this dress, nor was she going to let her makeup be ruined by crying over this situation. After Rogueboy had left Namyr had called the taxi and now here she was being let into the ballroom. Namyr looked around, no sign of Rogueboy, she wondered if that was a good or bad thing.

"May I take your coat?" another attendant asked and Namyr nodded sliding the dark, heavy, coat from her arms. Underneath she was wearing a white dress cut in a heat shape around her chest and ran down her body and created a small train after her. An elegant slit ran up to mid-thigh and exposed the white high heels that in a ballet style ribbon wrapped around her shapely legs. The white contrasted with her red skin including the ribbons that held her Lekku up, shaped into circles just behind her ears. Pearl drop earrings and a pearl necklace was all the jewelry she wore. Her cheeks flushed a little as a few people in other squads looked at her. Ordering a drink at the bar, Namyr saw no one she recognized and sat down. Her foot gently tapped to the music, she sipped her drink delicately and realized she was bored out of her mind.