Palpatine, Anakin, Chewie
Send me “Wed, Bed, Behead” and three names—you know the drill!
A long smile appeared on Zivs muzzle and she looked at Poe with a strange expression that amde her look like a wold infront of a tiny, limping rabbit in the dark forest.
"There you are, you sad little weakling who had never had the kriffing pleasure to be kriffed by a Wookie in a tree, and think that I would not chose bedding Chewbacca who is tall, who had a biceps so strong he could lift me with one arm, who is a krififng warhero and loyal to his friends. Not only would I bed Chewbacca, I would thank him for it by pushing him against the next wall and giving him sloppy, wet kisses on the only not hairy part of him that is right on my eyelevel- often, with passion, joy and swallowing.", Ziv purred like a little Loth-Kitten, wagging her tail contently.
"Huh, okay, okay, I will now stop lusting after married men who come from a species who mate for life. But thoughts are free, so leave me my sweet thoughts, hm?", Ziv took a long gulp of her drink, dirnking as if she was very thirsty: "Anyway, I would wed Anakin Skywalker because considering how kriffing mad that kriffer is in battle, he will not live long and I will be a kriffing sexy widow very soon, which is also something nice to be and I am sure I will unlock a whole new demographic of people who want to kriff me just because I have the title widow. Then I would behead Palpatine, because I kriffing loath politicans and that guy makes me whiskers curl which is as kriffing uncomfortable as it sounds so no, behead that kriffer, he kriffing deserves it!"