Star Crossed

Looking for Jyn

Hey, a little present to celebrate the new Year !

I strapped my plain bra before reaching for the dark undershirt of my uniform. Beside me, Bodhi was pulling his pants up, quite disturbed. My mind was busy, as always, calculating my next move when I had no idea where I was going. Reaching for the contraceptive pill, I swallowed it with a swig and offered the water to my sex friend pilot. Bodhi took a mouthful, his dark eyes watching me with interest.

— "You know that every bounty hunter, every cargo knows the kid is missing. Krennic has half the galaxy looking for her..."

I sighed, putting away the coral I had bought from the pilot in my sliding drawer. Of course, Krennic would be upturning the systems to find Jyn. If she had not been found yet... there was hope still, that no one would. Unless Galen sold her hideout. Perhaps I ought to give up; the kid was probably safe, for the moment, and unreachable.

— "Listen. You'll tell me if you find any trace of her, right ? Tell me, and no one else."

Bodhi cocked his head aside, his long dark locks swinging by his nape. He wasn't my type of man - far from it, I liked them taller, bulkier, and fairer of skin - but we got along well enough to banter merrily, have a drink, and enjoy a romp between the sheets. Actually, out of all the pilots that came back and forth for deliveries on this forsaken moon, Bodhi had become a friend.

— "There will be nothing to tell. If I ever hear of her, the empire will already be on her tracks"

I curled my mouth in a pout, considering his words.

— "All right, all right. I get it. Anyway. Thanks for the coral and the meiloorun."

Bodhi's grin sent a smile to my lips.

— "Anything to cheer up a lady-friend. You're scooped up in that horrible stormy moon, you deserve a little sweetness"

— "Well. You're my best shag after all", I smirked.

The pilot wasn't shy ; he gave me a leering look.

— "Glad to hear it. Think I should cut my hair ?"

— "Whatever for ?"

— "I want to increase my level of fierceness"

I laughed, this time, punching his arm playfully. What would he look like, with his hair cut ? Smaller – he was already barely four inches more than me - thinner... perhaps a little more serious than his playful self.

— "You're not fierce, Bodhi. But you're full of energy, and a good lover. Keep the hair, it increases your charm"

His eyebrows waggled at my off handed compliment. For despite his diminutive physique, I had to admit that the core of hard muscles around his waist and hips did wonders to my own body. And some women enjoyed an olive skin.

— "So you don't mind me picking up ladies in every port ?"

I shrugged. Honestly, I had no a care in the world, as long as he didn't bring back an alien disease. And even then, our medicine, in the empire, was too powerful to yield to such things.

— "We're friends, Bodhi, not married."

— "Well, that makes the sex even better, right ?"

His words struck a chord, and instead of laughing, I found myself frowning. Not that I had any intention to submit myself to a committed relationship.

— "Attachment makes sex boring ?", I asked.

Rolling his eyes, the pilot scratched his dark stubble.

— "On the contrary. It's because we get along "