Star Wars Preferences & Imagines

Your First Date- Qui-Gon Jinn

You had gotten wrangled into another dinner meeting instead of the Senator. This was becoming such a typical occurrence that many just skipped asking for his participation and went directly to you.

A tiny part of you was actually beginning to eye the position of Senator as the current one kept shirking his duties.

The meeting tonight was supposed to be with the a large majority of the Jedi Council and a few of their aides. You knew you would see that blasted Jedi and his mentee. Let all the dejected sighing ensue.

The other aides and you had worked tirelessly all day gaining all the information you could about the topics being discussed and those attending. By the end of it only one aide other than yourself was still standing.

They sure didn't make 'em like they used to.

That evening you went about trying to make yourself presentable in a new outfit you had recently found down in the markets. The softness of the dark blue fabric made you feel the tiniest bit less anxious.

You heard your data pad chirp (this was now your sixth, don't ask about the others...) You expected a notification from the other aide waiting downstairs but instead found one of them being apologetic in having to miss the meeting for unforeseen circumstances.

You ground your teeth and let out string of curse words.

Your stomach grew tender and you let out a little gasp. No new outfit or information could prepare you for a meeting with so many important jedis. Especially one in particular.

You took a shaky breath and bit your lip. Your pad beeped again with three messages from the Senator, jabbing at you to make a good impression and bring all associated paperwork with you tomorrow.

You let out aggravated groan and shoved your feet into your shoes.

Kriff. Kriff. Kriff.

You kept repeating the naughty word the entire time you made your way to the restaurant. You could tell word had gotten out that so many Jedi would be in attendance since the place was nearly vacant.

Criminals would be having a play day tonight.

You soon found the host and were shown to a small intimate table nearest to a roaring fire on the outside patio. This was one of the hottest and hardest to gain entry in restaurants. You could see why.

Romantic and designed to a T.

You turned to insist this was the wrong table for your meeting, but the host had vanished.

Today was really siphoning the fuel out of your engines. The other aides, the Senator and his quibbling, the looming Jedi encounter you were about to have...

While you were deep in a pity party, you missed the lights going low inside the restaurant and a large figure leaning against the outer door watching you.

The figure decided now was a good time to reveal themselves.

Watching the ships fly past, the stars and planets blinking in and out of focus, your hands gripped the back of your chair, completely entranced in your own world, your own anxieties.

You didn't notice as a large hand set itself on your shoulder. The warmth of it pulled you back to the restaurant.

You blinked and turned to see the handsome Jedi who seemed to have a permanent place in your thoughts. His eyes held a warmth as he slowly pulled your back to his chest.

"A fine evening."

You swallowed hard, worried about the other Jedi, your job, all flashing through your mind.

"Settle."

You took a deep breath. "I do not believe this is part of your code." You said quietly.

"Good thing no one shall be here to witness it, then."