Heads Up, 7 Up Meme
I was tagged by @actualanxiousswampwitch, thanks! I think the rules is to share something you’ve working on, and probably only 7 lines of it. I haven’t written in ages but @cinlat gave me the inspiration for a fic that mixes up the classes of my two favorites so let me present Torian the Republic Trooper and Noara the Smuggler. I am bad at following directions so its a bit more than 7 lines...
"Noara, your MP is here to inspect the goods." Juli's voice crackled with static over the Starspark's ancient comm system.
Setting down her book, Noara activated the comm to reply. "For the last time, he isn't my MP." Juli didn't even have to use the comm for Noara to hear her laughter echoing through the Starspark. It was how she always reacted, laughing and waving away Noara's protest that there was nothing going on between her and the handsome soldier. Sure she enjoyed flirting with him, it was fun and helped get their less than legal goods past his observant eyes, but that was all there was to it.
As long as she was a smuggler of illegal goods and weapons and he was a by the books customs official that's all there could be. No man was cute enough to give up her business for, though she was honest enough to admit the officer made it tempting.
With only a quick glance in the mirror, Noara left her quarters and headed for the cargo hold. Outside the door her sister leaned against the wall with a snarky grin. "If he isn't yours, why is always the officer inspecting our goods?" she asked, sounding far too pleased with herself, before giving Noara quick lookover, "and don't deny you gussied up for him, for both our sakes. You fancy him, don't you?"
Noara resisted the urge to groan in annoyance. As much as she hated to admit it, Juli was right. Everything she had done after getting out of that fresher that morning had been with that man's possible reaction in mind, from the figure hugging pants she'd pulled out of the depths of her drawers to the way she had pinned up her hair. She smoothed her hands down her jacket, barely concealing the miniscule top she'd chosen to wear, in an attempt to look unbothered. "You and I both know I dress to help distract the man, now stop wasting my time before he finds something he shouldn't in there."
Not giving her sister a chance to respond, Noara strode into the cargo bay and closed the door behind her. The moment she stepped into the room it felt like her heart skipped a beat. Had he grown more handsome since last time? It should have been impossible but the slight scruff now adorning his chin made an already attractive face utterly devastating.
"Captain Lewton," he said, walking toward her as she mentaly forced herself to find some measure of control. "It's been a while since I last saw the Starspark in port."
"Keeping tabs on me, Officer Cadera?" Noara smiled, reaching up the trail her finger along the regulation chestpiece that molded to his upper torso, "careful I might think you missed me."
Torian Cadera, Military Police officer for the Republic Military, the bane of Noara's professional existence and star of many daydreams, caught her hand and removed it from his person. "I missed you like a bad rash Lewton. No games this time, what contraband are you bringing into my station today?"