Dancing leads too...

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*20 BBY, Zygerria*


After calling the rest of the Runaways, I sent Ranahan and Kittyhawk away. We had them linked with cameras and audio, and I had Verity watching them. We all had emergency coms to alert us if something happened. The end of this mission was near. Once they had left, Spitfire held out a hand and asked:

"Ready to dance?" My stomach flipped. I had never even attempted to dance, what if I was awful? Despite my nervousness, I took his hand. He led us to a large open spot in the room. He furrowed his brows. "We have no music."

"Do we need it? He nodded.

"We can make some." Spitfire began to think, taking a very long time. He picked a tune and hummed it. It was simple and slow. He grabbed me by the hands, positioned my feet, and away we went. He continued his humming as he led our dance. I concentrated on the way I followed his lead until I was able to do it on my own. He taught me how to slow dance, sweet and romantic, and how to dance when the music was fast and happy. It became easy! We danced for hours in the room, knocking things over and laughing at our mistakes. "You sure caught on quick."

"The Force makes it easier." I told him, reaching with the Force to grab my lightsaber from where it tumbled from its spot on my back. Spitfire reached hands above mine and grabbed it before I could feel it in my hand. He chuckles, holding it just above my reach.

"No force." He taunted. I jumped and tried to reach it, before I realized it was pointless. I knocked his knees out from under him, snatching my saber from the air as he fell with a thud on the flood. I pretended to kill him, pressing my saber to his neck.

"No force, and I still win." I released it from his neck. He looked flushed and relieved. "Did you really think I would kill you?"

"You've done it once!"

"I said kill, not kiss." Spitfire's eyes met mine as he realized his misunderstanding. I saw him blushing profusely, just as I was. "How about twice?" His eyes got wide. I tossed my saber, letting it skid across the floor. 

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