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Poe kneeling on the floor and lighting Hux's cigarette for him. Bonus points if Hux is in full uniform. Clothed General, Rebel scum. Juicy pilot. General's fancy arm chair. Poe is maybe thinking of putting something else in his mouth.
Marti never thought her brother would be the one to help her find love. But she may just be in for the ride of her life with Beverly, her brother's fiery best friend. A week of time spent together brings them closer than Marti expected in her first girlfriend, but this could change everything.
OOC: I just saw a headshot of Netherlands in what I think is a 11 Luchtmobiele Brigade of the Netherlands Armed Forces in a BDU-style uniform with a maroon beret. The artist, かめ, if I understood this right, requested to not post but I am fangirling anyway ....
Maybe going to edit and publish the first few chapters of the Marti/Beverly story Uniform Love to my fictionpress account (Danielle Cheri) this evening.
Marti watched the other woman for a moment. The foot massage was done, but Beverly continued to touch Marti. Marti wasn’t used to so much. The last time she had even been touched by anyone was the last girl she made out with her sophomore year of college. She moved her feet away and moved to the other side of the couch. She pressed a soft kiss to Beverly’s lips.
Beverly opened her mouth and deepened the kiss as she shifted on the couch. She tangled their feet together as her arms cradled Marti to her chest. Marti sighed and slipped her hand into Beverly’s hair. Their mouths moved together lazily, but hungrily. The music—good and bad—continued in the background. They lost track of time. Marti loved that all thought went away when she kissed someone. It was a great release.
Beverly broke the kiss when she heard the theme music for the next show start. “Whoa.” She gently scratched Marti’s back. “That’s nice.”
Marti smiled and brushed another kiss over her lips. She started to move away, but Beverly held her there. “What?”
“You can rest your head on my chest. If you want. Unless you have to leave.”
“It’s only a little after nine.” Marti shifted her body to the side and laid her head on Beverly’s chest. “Hm.”
“What?”
“Nothing. Just very comfortable. I could fall asleep here.”
“I could, too.” She picked up Marti’s braid. “I’ve always liked this position.”
“Hey, kiddo.” Her dad said from the door way. He held out his hand to Beverly. “Davis Michael. I see you met our M-n-M.”
Marti rolled her eyes. “Please tell me Josh already told you about that embarrassing nickname.”
Marti smiled through her blush.
“Do you have the parts you need?” Davis asked.
“I don’t know. I was just about to go look in the computer at our inventory.”
“Sorry, I was distracting her. You probably charge by the hour, right?”
The man chuckled. “Not usually. Just date my daughter and we may be able to work something out.”
“Wow, way to throw me out there, Dad.” Marti pushed on his shoulder. “Mechanic prostitute.”
Her father winked. He leaned in and whispered, “She’s pretty.”
“She’s a customer.” She whispered back.
“Yeah, well, so was I when I met your mom.” He grinned. “Anyway, you need any help with anything? I’m going to take CJ home and get dinner started. Mom’s doing the books.”
“I’m going to look over the inventory.”
“Are you about to close?” Beverly asked.
“No.” Marti assured her. “Dad just likes to make magnificent meals that take at least an hour to prepare.”
“It’s a fifteen minute drive in good traffic.” Davis smiled. “And I need to do some shopping. It’ll be a couple hours. You should join us.”