A Good Thing

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Chapter 16

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Din woke to a low repeating ping. Blinking groggily, he nearly fell out of the bed trying to identify the source. The long range comm Cara had left with him was flashing and was, he now realized, what had woken him. Yawning, he got up, bare feet slapping softly against the cool wooden floor, and flipped the flashing switch. A small, blue Cara appeared.

"Hey, Din. I received your transmission. Tell Winta not to worry, I'm on my way now. I should be there for dinner." Her demeanor suddenly took on an annoyed edge. "Don't be freaked out when you see my ship. I'm coming alone." That made Din pause. Had she borrowed a ship from someone they knew? "I've got a nice long vacation and I'm looking forward to relaxing for a while on Sorgan. Have the spotchka ready when I land, friend."

Still curious about her cryptic message, Din switched off the comm and turned to reach for a shirt when Omera rapped on the door frame. Rubbing her face sleepily, she nodded towards the now silent comm.

"Was that Cara?"

Din nodded and draped the shirt over his shoulder as he crossed to her. "Ya, she'll be here tonight. I'm sorry if it woke you."

She shook her head and stepped to meet him, arms sliding around his waist.

"Mmm it's ok. Besides. Now I'm here with you again." Nuzzling sleepily against his bare chest, she started walking them backwards. "It's still early, want to go back to bed?"

Nodding, he tossed the shirt and got back into bed, pulling her down beside him. Despite not wanting to ruin what could be a perfectly nice way to start his day, what Cara had hinted at bothered him. "She said something strange about her ship."

Burrowing down beside him, face still smushed against his chest and cold feet between his legs, Omera sighed contentedly.

"Oh ya? What did she say?"

He wrapped himself around her, soothing the ache he always felt to be close to her as he tried to parse his thoughts. "She said not to worry when I see it, that she's coming alone."

Omera hummed thoughtfully, breath tickling his skin. "That is strange. What do you think it means?"

"Well..." The number of ships he would worry about on sight was higher than he cared to share. Of those, there were only a handful he could think of that Cara would know to mention to him. He couldn't imagine why she'd have the Slave and even if she did, he wouldn't be worried about Fett. It didn't seem likely that she'd have access to an old Empire ship either. That left.. "Kriff."

Omera shifted so she could see his face. "What is it, Din? Should we be worried?"

"Hmmm." He shook his head and idly ran his fingers through her hair. "I don't think so. It's just.. I think I know what she meant. She sounded irritated when she mentioned it. I'm wondering if she may have had a visit from Bo-Katan already. Though, I'm not sure what that would have to do with her ship. I've only seen her personal ship once and I can't see her lending it to Cara."

Rolling him to his back and lying across his chest, Omera huffed. "Unless she has some way to track it. I doubt Cara would willingly give her your location. Not when she knows what you're getting up to here."

"That makes sense." He raised a brow and smirked down at her. "What am I getting up to exactly?"

Her eyes had fallen closed again but the smile gave her away. She reached back to grab his hand from her waist to slide it down to her backside.

"Hmm, I see."

She laughed softly when he squeezed her until he shifted them, dragging her up his body so he could kiss her.