[M-OOM] The Ebon Hawk

[organicmeatbag]

By the time Revan and Kira got back to the Hawk, Ranthus having to return to duty later that night, Ellia and Kaelyn were fast asleep. It was a long day for the little ones, after all. So they were promptly tucked into their makeshift cribs and bestowed kisses and good-nights.

Revan, on the other hand, is not tired at all. Nor very talkative either. It was a long day for him too. Instead, after the girls are all settled in, he heads off without a word. He eventually ends up in the main compartment, looking over the navigational charts with a frown.

His mind is not really on planning a route home though.

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[jedi-exile.livejournal.com]

"Waugh!" She tugs on her hand. "Lemme gooo."

[organicmeatbag.livejournal.com]

"And why would I do that?" he asks, tugging her hand to deftly pull her off the chair and into his arms.

[jedi-exile.livejournal.com]

She falls gracefully into his arms and sighs. "Because you love me?"

[organicmeatbag.livejournal.com]

"That's only a reason to hold on to you even more."

[jedi-exile.livejournal.com]

She grins, and shakes her head. "You're so corny, love."

She loves it though.

[organicmeatbag.livejournal.com]

"Corny?" Revan scowls, only slightly put off. "I'm not...alright, maybe I am. But don't let it be publicly known." He has a reputation to look after, see. Still, he mutters, "Corny. Ha."

[jedi-exile.livejournal.com]

"Oh, who would I tell? I despise the media, after all." She says loftily, wrapping her arms around his neck.

[organicmeatbag.livejournal.com]

"Our daughters when they're old enough to understand. Your little Jedi friends. Atton," he lists, wrapping his arms around her waist.

[jedi-exile.livejournal.com]

"Well, of course Atton." Kira concedes.

[organicmeatbag.livejournal.com]

"Of course," he mimics, scowling again.

[jedi-exile.livejournal.com]

She leans forward and kisses him.

SCOWL NOW. Oh wait...he's stubborn. He may just do it, then.

[organicmeatbag.livejournal.com]

He had only scowled to get a kiss out of her.

So of course he keeps doing so for another.

[jedi-exile.livejournal.com]

She kisses him again, quickly. "No more scowling now."

[organicmeatbag.livejournal.com]

"No? Alright." His scowl easily morphs into a smile once more and he kisses her again for the sake of it.

[jedi-exile.livejournal.com]

She happily kisses him back, standing on her tiptoes a bit.

[organicmeatbag.livejournal.com]

He pushes her back against the nearest panel, deepening the kiss, only to pull back after so long to ask: "Did you really think he was nice?"

It might seem like a question that comes out of nowhere, but it has been on his mind all night.

[jedi-exile.livejournal.com]

She knows how he works, so while the question doesn't register at first (she's just been pinned against a panel, thanks), it doesn't suprise her.

Kira takes the moment to make sure she's not depressing any buttons before answering. "Yes, I really did."

[organicmeatbag.livejournal.com]

"Y'know, when you were getting the girls ready to leave?" He splays a hand at the small of her back, fingers twisting in the hem of her shirt. "He told me he regretted not fighting the Jedi. For me to stay with him, I mean."

[jedi-exile.livejournal.com]

Her fingers curl into his shirt and she smiles softly. "Well. Look at that. That's a good thing, you know."

[organicmeatbag.livejournal.com]

"It could mean any number of things." Or Revan might just be over thinking it. "I told him it was better that I had gone. He didn't seem to think so though."

[jedi-exile.livejournal.com]

"You're overthinking," She sighs, pushing hair out of her face. "It could be that he really does regret it; regret having you be in his life."

[organicmeatbag.livejournal.com]

He grunts before sidling closer, burying his face against her neck. "I don't like the word regret. It implies too much," he murmurs, as though she didn't already know he thought that.

[jedi-exile.livejournal.com]

She shivers slightly, her fingers tightening in his shirt a bit. "I know, dear. I know."

[organicmeatbag.livejournal.com]

He sighs, pressing his lips to her neck. "What should I do?" he asks, not saying, but wording the question against her skin.

[jedi-exile.livejournal.com]

She scoots back a little, taking his face in his hands and away from her neck. She smiles softly before kissing him again.

She's not going to answer that question...he needs to do what he thinks he should do.