“I saw that. You just checked me out.” (Evvie and Ien~)
I’m sorry this took me literal months to answer ;—;
Evvie belongs to @berriku
There weren’t many jobs where Evvie and Ien got the chance to stow away the blasters and bravado and dress up. Blasters, of course, were still on person, and the bravado was shifted to charm, but instead of strapping weapons belts and blaster proof jackets they were donning evening wear.
This was formal even for one of their jobs, akin to the sort of networking he’d do on Csplar from time to time. Instead of the frigid chiss of Csilla, they’d be rubbing elbows and getting big credit jobs with the high horse types of Coruscant. While less exciting, it was a welcome change of pace from the threat of injury and death that made Ien’s heart pound—and not from excitement—on their typical platter of jobs.
Running his hands through his hair, trying to convince the cowlicks and waves to stay down with putty, Ien caught his wife’s eyes lingering on him in the mirror. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, mostly dressed already in a stunning dress, fiddling with some jewelry in a box. Her eyes darted away when’s he caught her, but she was smirking and before long he caught her eyes roving over him slowly again.
“I saw that,” he said. Without shame she brought her eyes up from his rear, blinking in owlish innocence.
Everything about her bled too much innocence, every single syllable, “Saw what, my love?”
“You,” he turned, pointing at her. She took the oppurtuity to let her eyes wander over his front, from the black button up undone at the collar to the dark jacket he wore over it and further down. “Just checked me out.”
She didn’t try to hide it, but her smirk did turn into a pleased grin and she hummed in agreement, “Astute observation. You do look quite dashing, I can’t help it.”
Evvie waved her hand at him flippantly, “Besides, it’s payback for earlier—I saw your eyes on me all while I was getting ready.”
He couldn’t deny that; in fact he wouldn’t even try to. Trying to act coy about how much Evvie enraptured him was simply a pointless task. Instead he chuckled, low in his throat, and wandered over to her. Resting his hands on her thighs and sliding them up as he leaned over to kiss her, the silky fabric bunching under his hands, he paused just before their lips met:
Evvie tilted her head back to brush her lips across his, grinning, “And I think you should kiss me in repayment for that.”
That illicted another laugh from him and he kissed her in earnest. She sighed happily against his lips, deepening it for a moment before pulling back to study him with eyes hooded under thick, dark lashes. Then they widened and without warning both her hands seized his cheeks, “Where are your freckles?!”
Surprised by her grip, Ien startled, “Uhm, on my face?”
“No shit,” she sent him the kind of look that suggested he was intentionally missing her point, “I know that. Then why can’t I see them?” Her thumbs brushed across his cheeks, over his nose, and up his cheekbones where they were heaviest.
He caught her hand as it wandered down to his jaw again, pressing a kiss to her palm, “I concealed them; you didn’t see me doing that?”
“I was a little distracted by your ass—“ she started to say before Ien interrupted her with an amused,
“You were staring at my ass that whole time?”
That earned him another look and a muttered, “You have a nice ass.” Before she continued, “But anyway, why’d you cover them up, I like your freckles.”
As if to punctuate a small pout pursed her lips and her fingers brushed over his cheeks again.
Ien paused—in truth it was a muscle memory driven habit. At every gathering he’d been forced to go to on Csilla he, and his siblings, had been told to cover up their freckles and any other blemishes. It was the same rhetoric that had Ien dying his hair inky black for years. In truth, when he’d taken this job opportunity, he’d spent far too long staring at the boxes of black hair dye on his last supply run.
“Force of habit.” He said simply but Evvie was quick to connect her dots. Her eyes narrowed and her hands slid up to cup the back of his neck, drawing him in for another kiss. Not one to avoid a kiss, he relented. Only for her lips not to find his, but press hard against his cheek.
Then again to his other cheek, then his forehead, and anywhere that Evvie could reach until the brilliant red lipstick she favored was faded from her lips and transferred onto his skin and he was laughing.
“Oh no,” she said with the same faux innocence. “I’ve missed. I think you should go wash your face before we leave.”
She couldn’t surpress her grin and he couldn’t help but smile in return.
“I love you,” he said and her grin widened.
“I love you too,” she let her hands fall from his neck and shoved at his shoulders to get him to stand. “Now, let me get some makeup wipes and help you—I need to reapply my lipstick anyway.”
