4 Jar Jar/Shrek
“Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”
“ugh, meesa’s back hurts like yousa wouldn’t believe,” jar jar grinced as he stretched. shrek blushed, electrified at the sight of jar jar being so– open, with him. “meesa would kill for a break now and again. but then meesa wouldn’t be the strongest sith lord in the galaxy, would meesa?” he was joking, shrek knew, but shrek felt sympathy for him all the same. he parted his green lips, hoped his breath wasn’t particularly ogrelike that day, and took a deep breath before murmuring: “do you…well…i mean…i could give you a massage?” jar jar looked shocked. shrek immediately regretted speaking, and rushed to diffuse the flame of embarrassment. “oh, never mind. the one time i try to peel back some of my layers– heh, it all goes wrong. figures–” “no,” jar jar interrupted. “meesa would love a massage… especially from yousa.”shrek was surprised by the sincerity in jar jar’s voice. that, and how much flapping his ear things were doing; shrek wondered if maybe that was jar jar’s tell. the sith weren’t encouraged to have real feelings or connections, so shrek was often concerned by jar jar’s willingness to strike a friendship with him… but if jar jar’s body was reacting, maybe there was some truth to their relationship.maybe shrek wasn’t just looking for signs that weren’t there. maybe his heart didn’t have to be hurt again– he still shudders at the memory of his once beloved lord farquad– and maybe, just maybe, jar jar wouldn’t chop it up and mince it like an old onion, not like so many had before. maybe.
