The Runaways

Interrupted

*20 BBY, Zygerria*

Before I could stand fully, Detta grabbed my chin, throwing her saber and pressing her lips to mine. Her hands find their way to mine as I kissed her back. Her warm skin feels smooth under my hands. Her hands are in my hair. I can't breathe. I pull back, sucking in a deep breath. Her cheeks were flushed as we both took large breaths. Her rich brown eyes met mine, and before she could apologize, I pressed my lips onto hers. Detta seemed to melt into the kiss. I felt her hands on my bare back as she tugged on the chains that were a part of my costume.

"Spitfire-" She whispered against my lips.

"Hm?" I closed my eyes, savoring her taste, her warmth, her scent, her.

"I-'' A knock sounded at the door, startling us both to death. Detta flung her hand out, undoubtedly reaching with the Force for her saber, clasping it in its hidden spot. She grabbed my mask and frantically threw it in place. "Who is it?"

"Me!" Queen Briar giggled at the door.

"To your spot!" Detta whispered. "Eyes down!" I nodded.

"What?"

"Nothing! Come in." The Queen entered as soon as the words left Detta's mouth.

"I think I have found the perfect slaves for you." The Queen told Detta, thrusting a datapad into her hands. She walked over to me, pinched my arm, and repeatedly told me how handsome I was. I stayed silent. Detta's brows raised.

"They look great!"

"Really? Thank you! I've been training them. What a shame their counterpart jumped off the palace wall." Briar clicked her tongue. Detta flicked her eyes to me. I knew what it meant. She had found her family.