Twin Sun Visit (Semi-Open)

[Raytheon]

The hydraulic pumps hisses as white steam shot from it's vents, the ramp lowering slowly unto the sand littered duracrete star port landing surface. Emerging from the cooled interior Permenion stepped out dressed a bit more casually than usual while usually he wore ornate decorations and silk he wore a simple black shirt sleeve t-shirt of cotton, black cargo pants and boots. The only evidence of any particular wealth would be the silver chronometer and mirrored lens sunglasses styled with rectangular lenses and slim temple arms.

As the ramp closed behind him he was sure his ship was secure or be left on Tatooine for stupidly leaving his ship ripe for theft. He came here for a particular purpose of purchasing black market, a rumor was abound he could procure it here within Anchorhead and he intended to buy the entire shipment. However he wouldn't just be kept here for the kolto he would see what else the city had to offer it's market places, and it's cantina.

Finally making his way to the market he browsed the sections mostly used parts, food and textiles nothing in particular stood out except for the heat and fresh blue milk unpasteurized. He passed while he was one to try new things, possible stomach virus was not one of them. but he figures he could simply shop for general supplies for his ship as well. He kept his shades on to prevent the inevitable questions of his eyes, after all yellow was not a natural human eye color.

The heat finally tired him out after awhile and he stopped at a small cantina that catered to off worlders. Ordering a tall cold rum with fruit juice and sitting in an open table it seemed slightly empty for the exception of a few Twi'leks, humans and even a dug. They all seemed to be pilots they rushed their meals while Permenion took his time he didn't have any deadlines nor did he have any place to be anytime soon.

He would enjoy his drink and the seat within the cantina out of the sun until nightfall where he could enjoy his time more thoroughly and comfortably. It wasn't until he received the massaged on his datapad.

Mr. Talratheon

Your shipment has been collected and both payment and procurement can be done tonight near the shuttle port on the east side of Anchorhead. Price as agreed upon.

- Kanderr

He looked at his datapad smirking before slipping it back to his belt. "About f*cking time.." He said to himself quietly. He looked to the bar sipping on his drink again to notice the human female to be wearing a collar "A slave... I've never owned a slave before." The thought occurred to him before he quickly dismissed it, a slave would a good investment but for a later date.

For now he would wait and enjoy his drink.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

On Tatooine, there wasn't really such a thing as a drinking age. Limitations on the consumption and purchase of alcohol were strictly done by the proprietors of respective establishments, and most didn't have a problem with Tashra Gly darting into their cantinas and eating crappy bar food with a non-alcoholic drink.

The Togruta girl was definitely like some kind of sprite, haunting the various bits of local color in Anchorhead, from her favorite garage to a machine shop or the cantina. She was just part of the landscape around the dusty desert town, and that was a fact.

At the moment, she'd just finished repairing the landing strut on a light freighter, and she had stains of hydraulic fluid on her grey Incom-logo shirt, smudged grease on her forearms, and a bandage on her left elbow from where she'd scraped it up pretty badly against a rough wall. Her legs though, long orange ones, were in much better shape, with just a smudge of grease on the right knee. Considering how much was exposed with her short shorts, it was all right.

Tashra meandered across the cantina floor, coming to a stop at a booth next to a table, and there she lowered herself into the padded seat and kicked her feet up onto the opposite side, one boot resting on the other. She let out a long sigh as she sat in the cool, waiting for the serving droid to come over and take her order.

While she waited, the teenage mechanic looked around the room, and her amber eyes rested upon the nearest man, a human who looked excessively neat and tidy, wearing nice clothes. Clearly, she deduced, he was not a local.

Her imagination ran wild for a few seconds as she stared. Perhaps he was secret royalty here to meet his lover, a beautiful secret agent. Or maybe he was the secret agent and his lover was secret royalty. Or maybe... Maybe there were both royal secret agents? No, that was just silly.

Belatedly, Tashra realized she was staring and looked back at the menu she practically knew by heart, plotting out her meal choice and diverting the secret agent debacle to the corner of her mind.

[Raytheon]

Permenion sat back casually scanning the bar from behind mirrored lenses, of course it wasn't too hard not to spot a orange young Togruta girl staring at you. though he wouldn't give off any facial readings that he'd noticed. Instead he kept a face of relaxed indifference taking another long sip of the rum and juice that would finish it off completely, setting it down with an audible tap unto the table before making a notion to the bar tender for a refill.

As he looked back across the table it didn't take a detective to tell what she did for a living, Incom shirt grease stains on her arms and knees. An Engineer or Mechanic though she seemed rather young for one or at least broke the stereotypical obese male with sagging pants attempting to overcharge you. It wasn't long until after the serving droid took his glass, replacing it with a full one Permenion reached into his pocket pulling out a credit ship and offering it to the droid.

"Apologies, Patron we do not accept credit chips we require hard credits here." The droid spoke out autonomously. Permenion paused a moment looking over to the droid, his eyebrows furrowed only slight as he tucked it away in his pocket pulling out a few gold credit bills and laying it on the tray and waving away the droid. "Keep the change." He droned out to the droid before taking a slip of his new drink. The taste caused his face clinch only slightly, it was stronger than his previous which was no problem he simply wasn't expecting it.

Raising his left wrist to look at the time he deducted he'd have literally all day to burn waiting for his contact. He looked back to the Togruta whom was previously staring, her face now buried into the menu her eyes not completely unlike the hue of his own. "Oh what the hell, it could in the least burn away time." He thought to himself before standing and approaching the booth where she sat, a bit bold he felt but perfectly his style.

As he reached the edge of the table, he spoke casually a bit more upbeat than the droned voice he offered the droid moments ago. "Pardon me miss, would you enjoy a bit of company?" He'd offer a polite closed mouth smile in an attempt to sell the idea.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Tashra looked up from her menu as she felt the man from the table walking over to her, and she looked at him again. He was a bit old for her, but she still found him rather handsome. OK, he was probably more than a bit, but she didn't mind. And his voice seemed nice enough when he asked her for permission to sit.

And of course, he HAD asked her, which was a good sign. Some guys might have just sat down uninvited. All in all, he was off to a good start. Maybe he was secret agent royal man after all.

"You can sit here if you want," Tashra said, dropping her legs off the opposite seat and returning them to her own half of the booth.

She realized she hadn't exactly answered his question as to whether or not she'd enjoy his company. To be fair though, that wasn't really a determination the Togruta mechanic could make, as she didn't know him. Or anything about him actually.

Nevertheless, she was always up for meeting new people.

"I hope you don't mind if I get something to eat, I'm really hungry right now. My name's Tashra, by the way, but people call me Sparky. So you can call me either one I guess. What's your name?"

As was her way, Tashra let herself bubble over on her introduction, a cheerful smile on her orange-skinned face, the whimsical markings on it complementing her cheerful look.

[Raytheon]

"You can sit here if you want,"

Just the answer he was hoping for, sat he drink down first then followed by slowly sitting opposite of her. He didn't notice that she didn't answer the question, it was quite oblivious to him. He ran his hand across his sandy blonde hair checking in a way to be sure it was in proper shape and not frizzled or dismantled due to the heat however it's style was satisfactory enough for him. He followed it by taking a sip of the drink before pushing it aside to answers her statement and question.

"I hope you don't mind if I get something to eat, I'm really hungry right now. My name's Tashra, by the way, but people call me Sparky. So you can call me either one I guess. What's your name?"

Her cheerful expression was rare personality to encounter, especially when they intentionally didn't want anything while it aroused his suspicion he quickly dismissed it due to her youth and lack of any real evidence. Though suspicion was becoming customary in his line of work as he quickly began to learn, however he wasn't near anyone within his line of work. He offered a nod and responded being sure not to give his real name since he wasn't sure if he was wanted or had bounties.

"No I don't mind at all, everyone has to eat. My name is Haust it is a pleasure to meet you Tashra. I'm guessing you are a mechanic of sorts you own a garage or shop?" He inquired curiously as he looked for signs of slavery though she didn't seem to have any indeed a curiosity for a girl so young on a Hutt planet.

He finally reached up removing his sunglasses revealing those sulfur colored eyes, lined with the slight bloodshot along the edges of his irises. He tucked the sunglasses to hang from the neckline of his shirt by one of the arms. As he looked to her with a pleasant yet comfortable smirk as he leaned back in his chair awaiting to hear of her experience, mostly to see if he was correct of his assumption of her.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

"Own?" Tashra repeated with a laugh.

It was pretty funny to think a seventeen year old Togruta girl could own her own garage or shop. While that would make for an awesome career goal, which she'd never thought of before, it wasn't exactly on her radar.

Maybe it should be though. She could own a garage, and be a head mechanic, solving all kinds of problems and have people working for her. It would be pretty awesome to have her very own shop... Yeah, she was liking that idea more every second in fact.

"Well, I don't own a shop. But I'm a mechanic. Not really super professional, but I do a few odd jobs here and there when people need some done. I guess I'm pretty good at fixing things."

The Togruta mechanic smiled, her diminutive fangs peeking out from behind her lips.

At that moment a serving droid meandered over and asked her for her order in a flat mechanical tone, and she provided the answer.

"Bantha burger, rare, with fries, and that one green dressing you have. Also a soda."

Tashra looked to Haust again.

"The fries have no nutritional value for me, but I eat them anyway. Do you want anything? We could split the check."

[Raytheon]

It pleased him to have been correct, a small minuscule crumb of pride for having a keen observation although it was an observation a ten year old could have made. However he hid such pleasure with a simple nod. Her laugh was pleasing, young naive and innocent for some reason it reminded him of his younger years. A memory he swatted away from thought at a moment's notice.

"Well, I don't own a shop. But I'm a mechanic. Not really super professional, but I do a few odd jobs here and there when people need some done. I guess I'm pretty good at fixing things."

With the response he slightly shrugged and nodded, "It's never too late to dream." he responded softly when the serving droid approached to ask for the order. He was silent for the time as she made her order then finally looked to him as she spoke of nutritional value of fries.

Eventually going as far as asking him if he wanted anything, and splitting the check. the suggestion caused him to emit a soft chuckle as he reached into his pocket pulling out a small collection of credit bills as he slipped out a few offering them to the serving droid. Before looking to Tashra as he put the rest into his pocket. "Split the check, that's cute.. I'll take just the fries and water and pay for her meal as well." He chuckled again as he turned to her, smiling very amused.

"Gentlemen don't split a check, we pick it up and before you attempt to refute it, it's already done and it's no problem. But as for fries and their nutritional value we should be free to enjoy everything in life. Not because they should serve some obvious purpose but because they grant us pleasure, and a degree of happiness regardless of how others may view such acts of decadence.

Take me for example I'm enterprising yet don't allow the burden of business or tasks stop me from enjoying a drink, or having an order of fries with a lovely young woman." He stated with casual confidence, lifting his glass and sipping silently before setting it back down and offering her a charming smile.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Gentlemen.

Well there was something refreshing on Tatooine. Tashra hadn't met any gentlemen in Anchorhead since, well, ever. They just didn't seem to turn up in this desert outpost. It was a beacon for riffraff and shady characters, so meeting a nice guy was very nice indeed.

And the icing on the cake was that he called her a 'lovely young woman.'

It was rare for her to be recognized as a woman rather than a girl, and lovely was what stood out the most. The Togruta girl was keenly aware that her face was a bit plain, and her breasts were tiny. She also wasn't fond of her 'cute' nose, or the funny squiggles on her face.

Yet he said she was lovely, which prompted the markings on her montrals and lekku to transition to a sky blue shade instead of blue-grey, which was her way of blushing.

The fact that he sent her a charming smile didn't ease the blush.

As Tashra tried to reply, she felt like her tongue was trying to strangle her as she fought to make her reply. It was considerably harder than she'd thought to just talk to a handsome man.

"You're the lovely one," She finally managed, promptly building on her foundation. "I'm just plain and boring, but you're really, really handsome. Like- Are you a secret agent or some kind of royalty?"

Tashra promptly facepalmed as she realized that, contrary to her wishes, that had been said out loud.

[Raytheon]

He noticed the immediate change in the hue on her montrals and lekku to sky blue, it was quite the different shade of blue that would have matched a still ocean. He could feel the flush of emotion, flattery could get you anywhere he thought to himself for a moment as took another sip of his drink.

He could tell she wanted to speak yet fought with it for a moment, he smirked slightly until it finally came out.

"You're the lovely one,"

"I'm just plain and boring, but you're really, really handsome. Like- Are you a secret agent or some kind of royalty?"

He chuckled slightly and though it was flattery it wasn't a lie she was quite lovely. She wasn't buxom or voluptuous in places considered prestigious however that was in it self an attractive quality. What one might call natural beauty and given her youth it would be something she would grow into. He quickly responded to her in his usual casual tone.

"Well I won't deny that I am lovely and handsome and no I'm not royalty nor am I a secret agent. However you shouldn't dismiss yourself as being plain or boring it's quite the contrary you are uniquely beautiful.

You have kind eyes, an honest smile and based on the claims of being plain and boring I would deduce you compare your self to those whom many would consider.. "Beautiful". I've met those so called beautiful women they are usually conniving serpents and only seek to gain something and usually fake in more ways than their personality.

And as for those figures, they are usually not authentic those are figures men which to only claim and show off as trophies. However there is more to being beautiful than a figure in fact I can't even say I find that fully attractive."

He paused a moment to sip his drink and clear his throat to continue. Seeming very confident as he spoke yet casually and soft enough for the conversation to be kept between them and from the ears of the other patrons. "But you seem humble and yet not physically altered by unneeded cosmetics, you have what I would call natural beauty, lean and attractive in many ways I might add. But what I'm trying to say is that you are in fact very beautiful."

His face gave off the impression he spoke very sincerely, it would be in fact a truth he'd always found the Togruta to be a very attractive race. A Majority of them were healthy, fit and could be very passionate and yet strove for companionship a quality he could admire and take advantage of if he so desired.

After speaking he would be polite and allow her time to take int he words he said without rushing her to an immediate answer, simply reassuring her with a charming smile and patient disposition that his face and body language would give off.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

If Tashra was blushing before, by the time he was finished talking she was highly cognizant of the warmth of her cheeks, and she felt like her heart was in her throat. The odds of her being able to complete a coherent sentence were about one in a million.

Never before had the Togruta teenager been so dazzled and praised. Humble. Natural beauty. Attractive. Beautiful.

These were the exact things she'd never had anyone really say to her. Admittedly her 'mom' told her she was pretty, but this was different. This was a guy, and a handsome guy at that. She was minor league, small fry, and he was some top tier offworld upper crust fellow. He was major league. Yet, here he was praising her when he could probably go out on dates with Coruscanti models.

If Tashra had been wiser, possessed more scrutiny, or been a bit brighter; she might have questioned the praise and the man providing it. As it was though, she was putty. It didn't even take a master manipulator to deal with Tashra Gly.

"I- Uh. Wow. I mean, just wow."

The Togruta girl cupped her chin in her hands, wide-eyed and still struck practically mute by the loquacity of his praise. There was a smudge on her cheek, and she didn't even notice.

"You're..." Her voice was practically a squeak. "Not just saying that? You really think so?"

[Raytheon]

Haust smirked as she fought with her own to ability to articulate words, and prided by his ability to charm her. However he never broke eye contact with her, and stared into her amber eyes reassuringly.

Her emotions and feelings were worn on her face like a neon colored mask there was no hiding the obvious nor the apparent flattery. She was like putty in his hands, ripe for the manipulation or authentic molding. Obviously a romantic she swooned on his words as if they were steps to joy. While she was easy to charm with his charismatic and verbose lines of beauty, personality and her smile were they indeed a lie or misguidance?

Perhaps not, he spoke truthfully of the qualities she possessed himself far far from being pure he had enough experience to realize those who used sex as a tool, beauty as way into riches and prestige. This young Togruta didn't even realize she had tools, humbled by her own conceptions of galactic "beauty". Haust could have his way with her, build her up and break her down like a toddler's building blocks or, or he could build her up like a tower, stronger, and able to face the hardships and scrutiny of the future.

"I- Uh. Wow. I mean, just wow."

Her statement was one of confirmation or devastating failure however given the linguistics of her body it screamed success. However as she continued one wishing assurances he would grant it. Cement her belief in his words, like setting a strong foundation. He didn't speak at first to her question that if he was sure she was beautiful, her voice cracked and slightly audible.

He reached into his opposite pocket pulling out a small square folded handkerchief wiping the sweat of condensation from his glass to moisten it before leaning forward to wipe away the smudge on her cheek. His own face leaning towards her as he smiled and was only a a foot your two from her face before speaking slightly above a whisper. "Absolutely.."

He would take his time in wiping away the smudge until it was gone, before sitting back on his side of the booth and tucking it back into his pocket. Looking to the side at the bartender and the small view of the kitchen to seeing if the order was even being attended before looking back at her. "Surely you aren't oblivious to your own looks?"

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Tashra wasn't sure what to think as he wiped away the smudge on her cheek. That was the closest a man had ever got to her lips before, and she felt a strange tingling in her fingers as her eyes widened and her mouth hung open a little, revealing her teeth. It wasn't exactly a sexy expression, or something that played up that natural beauty he talked about it.

It was just the look of a confused girl who didn't know where her emotions were taking care of her.

Here was a handsome man, who honestly said she was beautiful, and now he was reaching out and touching her. And that felt, well, a little electric. That tingly feeling wasn't going away, and slowly she decided that she liked it. Her facial expression changed into a smile, an excited smile.

He wasn't secret royalty, but maybe he was still Prince Charming come to take her to a far-away Kingdom. Perhaps he was the guy she'd been waiting for, and she'd never found any working suitors before because this was just meant to be.

Admittedly she'd had the same thought with Vance a few weeks ago, but he'd turned out to be a Jedi and left Tatooine, and her, heading back to Coruscant and leaving her disappointed and lonely. But she was just a hopeful person. It was very fortunate that she wasn't on Pantolomin, or she might have fed every credit into a slot machine looking for the big win.

His question though came as a surprise. Oblivious to her looks? Apparently she was, as she hadn't even known she had any.

"Huh? I, well, I guess. I mean, I'm not fat, but I just don't feel really pretty or anything. I know what you said about other girls, but... I still don't really feel beautiful. Maybe if I wore a dress or something?"

[Raytheon]

Her face was that of a excited little girl who had gotten a gift on her birthday, in a word "adorable". However it quickly changed to an large smile he continued to return with his own charming smile. Sharing a silent look, though some might have found his eyes distracting? or intimidating she did not and it was actually refreshing that they were not questioned. He didn't have to make up some excuse to sum up the condition of his eyes.

Of course he moved to different venues of thinking as she responded to his inquiry, to which made him laugh softly

"Oh no no, you don't require a dress to be pretty you just are, trust me when I say that you are quite stunning. I'm surprised some other gentleman hasn't already swept you off your feet already. Perhaps I am the only one on this planet with a bit of sense then, or not blind to notice you."

As usual he spoke with charismatic confidence, a conclave of words all interconnected to flatter, to woo.

Her slender form reminded him of a memory in the past, moved on yet not forgotten small chested, slender, seductively lean and also younger than he. In a time he had actually loved, and was loved in return perhaps this could be the continuation or another short lived love affair he would soon find out. Though in his curiosity he would come to question her of the city.

"So tell me Tashra, what does a woman such as yourself do for fun in this city? I can't imagine there is a great deal of recreation."

Used to the exciting and fast pacing environment of Zeltros, Coruscant or Coronet this city was as if someone pushed a pause button and effectively slowed progress to a crawl. Yet this was Htt space and while they were known for being ruthless domineers they were not known for being fast paced.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Some other gentleman...

Other being opposed to him, which meant...

He wanted to sweep her off her feet? That made Tashra's heart leap up into her throat, beating quite a bit faster in fact. She'd been waiting to be swept off of her feet for what felt like a really long time, though she'd only just turned 17 a few months ago.

She was young, she was impressionable, and if he said he wanted her, she probably wouldn't stop until he said to. One of the Togruta girl's key strengths was a happy eagerness to please, but it was also a key weakness. She was too eager to please, and her innocence had the potential to go awry.

He asked about fun next, and she realized she'd blown her chance to ask if he was interested in her in that way. Admittedly she might not have plucked up the courage to ask him, but she'd thought about it. Now she was forced to let her thoughts drift away to his question, as she didn't want to be rude and ignore it.

"I uh, actually have a lot of fun with engines and things. And droids. It's pretty fun digging through the junkyards to look for parts. But that's not quite all I do..."

Tashra's amber eyes darted around the room, looking for nearby people to make sure no one was within earshot as she confided her more embarrassing pastime to the handsome stranger.

"I also read romance novels a lot. I guess..." Tashra smiled sheepishly. "I'm just a romantic at heart."

[Raytheon]

He lifted his glass gulping down the rest of the rum and juice, setting down the empty glass back unto the table. He nodded upon the talk of engines, and droids along with scouring junkyards for the purpose of parts procurement.

"I also read romance novels a lot. I guess..."

"I'm just a romantic at heart."


He then noticed her eyes dart to various parts of the room before mentioning the enjoyment of romance novels, especially the mention of "a lot".

He smiled shaking his head slowly, before speaking back in the same tone as to not blurt her secret. "Then it seems we're of the same fold. Romantics that is... heated love, unrestrained passion, forbidden love affairs teetering on the edge of taboo."

He gave off words bordering the graphic, enough to invoke the imaginative imagery of those whom have read the words of a romance novel. He looked her over again nodding slightly before speaking again.

"Do you often imagine your self as a character in the novels, seeking love, passion not yet felt to be fulfilled fully by a lover? Do you seek that now? I know I do... like I said before life is too short and too sporadic to deny ourselves of the pleasures and happiness we seek. It doesn't have to make sense, only feel right, only make us feel complete."

He place a hard emphasis on the word fully, that it might be picked out in the entire statement. Pausing a moment to reach out and boldly place his hand upon her arm allowing his index finger to swirl a soft small circle on her flesh before speaking again.

"Do you feel the same way, or am I alone in this method of thinking. Be honest..." He used physical contact to be assuring, comforting his voice still soft little louder than a whisper to be kept between them. Changing from the placing of his hand to squeezing her arm softly, and pulling his lips inward only slightly as he ran his tongue over it for what could seem only a millisecond.

He could use his command of the force however his training, his upbringing taught him not to rely on it blindly but to instead rely on his feelings, senses, his own ability and use the force to supplement however he felt he was far from requiring a supplement yet. His charm and natural charisma would suffice to beguile her, in many ways she did remind him of someone he knew, fit, inexperienced leaning on the naive. This would only urge him to press harder to into gaining trust, and affections and through her loyalty.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Tashra's heart pounded against her rib cage as he started to speak her language. Not Basic, not Huttese, not Togruti. Romance.

The Togruta girl felt increasingly excited and nervous as he talked about fulfillment and intimacy. She wasn't a complete idiot, and she could tell the direction he was going with this. It was a direction she'd never taken before, and one she wasn't so sure about.

For the young mechanic, love was special. She wasn't all that concerned about marriage right away, but she wanted to save herself for someone who loved her, truly and deeply. She wanted it to be special and pure, and she didn't just give herself away.

"Well yeah," She admitted awkwardly, looking at his curious eyes with a hesitant and ambivalent look.

On the one hand, she was curious about the physical aspects of love, but on the other... While she wanted to live a romance novel, she wanted it to be a good one, with a noble hero who would cherish her and treat her like a special lady, and she'd just barely met Haust.

Maybe he was her special someone, but was she ready?

"I want to save myself though, for someone who really loves me. I want it to be special for both of us."

As she said the words, Tashra blushed harder, embarrassed by her sentiment. He wasn't going to understand. He'd think she was a silly girl with silly ideals, and he wouldn't think too highly of her. To be honest, she felt more awkward at her own profession of faith than she had in a very long time.

[Raytheon]

She admitted to wanting the desires he spoke of, yet of course he already knew the answer. It was simply a ploy to get her to admit such, his hand squeezed against her arm was for more than contact it was more empirical. It offered him a direct feel to her pulse, temperature, perspiration of course her face confirmed what she spoke to be true. He could feel the subtle yet racing thumps of her pulse coursing through her blood steam. In a word it was cute, in reality it was rare in a galaxy that not many had set apart to reserve themselves in such a way.

The rush of blood, slight rise of body heat the obvious brightening of the patterned montrals. That alone was enough to determine excitement, embarrassment, flattery all facts he already knew though, her eyes spoke a different story more than naivety it spoke vulnerability. A part of him wanted to take her vulnerability, to take advantage of her outlook upon love and force her to violate that purity. To leave her a crumpled mess of emotion and tears, no more pure than anyone other.

Yet another part of him wanted to ... love? Offer that desire, to risk being hurt again himself for the purpose of fulfilling what he'd lost so long ago. But she was so unlike him, though grease covered she was more pure than he could hope to be. He'd killed, cheated, stolen, lied. Perhaps he could be different for her though he could be the knight in the novel, the savior. These thoughts all paraded in his mind within the space of seconds, his smile never leaving nor fading.

"I find that to be very admirable Tashra, to wait for someone who is special to share that moment with so that you may both share that culmination of intimacy. I seek the same,"

He risked it before, why fear it like he told her before "life is too short and too sporadic to deny ourselves of the pleasures and happiness we seek". Fear of pain wouldn't deny him this pleasure this experience nor that emotion.

"I seek love, I seek to share it with someone to share my heart. Someone to whom I could share everything with my fears, desires, wholeheartedly and trust entirely."

After speaking his hand would run down her arm and unto her hand as he would cradle her fingers within his palm, if she didn't deny it from him. Still keeping the important eye contact with her, his touch to prove gentle intentions.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Tashra nodded periodically as Haust spoke, and as his hand slid down her arm to hold her slender fingers, she trembled a little. It was as if what she'd been wishing for had just come true all of a sudden.

But it was a little odd. She'd been expecting to work to attract a nice guy, or to earn affection in some way. Instead a romantic stranger had swooped in and done all the work for her, and all she had to do was passively nod at the right time and say yes.

The Togruta girl wasn't sure how she felt about that.

While 'Sparky' was many things (Naive, silly, excessively romantic, bad at planning, etc), she was not lazy. The young mechanic had an excellent work ethic, and she didn't quite like the idea that she hadn't earned this in some way.

Additionally, she was a little nervous. He was interested, and what if she blew it? She was going to wreck this, to make it worse somehow. She wasn't sure how, but the Togruta girl knew she would.

"I-" She started hesitantly. "I want that too. But..."

Tashra stared at the hard plastic of the tabletop, scratching it with her short and grimy fingernails.

"We don't even know each other. Shouldn't we date first? Get to know each other a little?"

[Raytheon]

She was choking, not in a literal sense but on her own words and her arm trembled to his touch. Choice was the operative decision to make he would map out each choice of words with probable outcomes. Surprisingly while he did enjoy making her nervous, the desire to sleep with her became less and less of a desire for him.

But in her seemingly reluctant answer. "I want that too." He could tell she longed for it, longed for a feeling of fulfillment. Just has he did once, a long time ago in a mine. He was silent for the most part allowing her to finish speaking before replying.

He laughed at first keeping his grasp on her hand. "What do you think I'm asking of you?" He paused momentarily. "I'm not asking for your heart as of this moment, nor am I seeking to violate your purity. I am stating in a fanciful way that I very much like you, I'm interested in the same thing you are and would like the opportunity to perchance... Earn that the right to your affections."

He broke eye contact to bow his head in a moment of silence, as if the next thing to say was difficult, though it wasn't at all but more of conversational theatrics. It had to have been for a little longer than two seconds before he looked back into her eyes, speaking in a softer tone almost empathetic and gentle.

"After all it isn't everyday a man like my self finds himself in the fortuitous occasion to be in the company of someone both authentic and beautiful. You see I am a man who travels all over the galaxy mostly independent worlds of course and occasionally women approach me but always for something in return."

"How tiresome it is to be wanted for material things, credits, tickets to some show, a ride in many speeders, jewelry. Yet when I spoke of you being a lovely woman, and even earlier when you were staring at me. And yes, I did notice." He smiled afterward in order to soften any embarrassment she might have felt at that revelation.

"But it wasn't my clothes, or money you said I'm the lovely one, and that fabrication of you being plain and boring. When in fact you are stunningly cute and might I be so bold to add, an interesting woman."

"So, to put it simply without further explanation or reasons. Yes, I would like to court you, umm I mean date."

His expressions spoke of authenticity, however even beyond his ability to control how he expressed emotion it was real truth. He had become more vest than simple scam into a one night stand. She reminded him too much of a lost feeling, that he longed to regain.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Tashra blinked in surprise, and then blushed even harder.

He didn't want sex. She'd been convinced he did, and she'd totally misjudged him. Now she felt mortified her mind had jumped to that conclusion, and she felt guilty even.

Way to go Sparky, get started on the wrong foot anyway...

On the bright side, he wanted to date her. It'd be good to have her first boyfriend. They could go do things together, maybe he'd buy her flowers. It would be special, and everything would be just fine-

Except.

"Sh*t." Tashra said flatly as she thought of the down side that had been hiding.

Her parents were never going to allow her to date an older guy. They'd freak out, they'd ground her. She wasn't happy about it, but she really didn't want to defy them, because in her heart she knew she owed them.

"My parents, well not my parent-parents, more like my adoptive parents, they're never going to allow it. They'll say you're too old for me, or that I'm too young, or- or something."

Tashra rested her chin in her hands, looking glum as she stared down at the table.