J.C. An unlikely love story (Thrawnxf!reader)

The art of relaxation

You're entangled in the covers when you feel lips pressed against your mouth. You open your eyes mid-way, in the darkness of the room you distinguish Arzel.

"Hmmmmm?" You mutters.

"I just wanted to see you before I go. Go back to sleep, my pearl." He pulls back the covers over you and you snuggle with pleasure in the softness of your bed.

"Bye, love." You yawn.

You sleep some more until you hear someone entering your room again. You feel lips on your cheek. You protest, hiding your face in the cover and curling over yourself. A hand puts a strand of hair behind your ear, then something nibbles your earlobe, tickling you.

"What do you want, love? Did you forget something?" You ask with a voice full of sleep.

"It is the first time you call me love. This is agreeable." You hear a soft and melodious voice

Your eyes open wide, well awake in a second. You turn towards Thrawn in a jump, pulling the covers over you with a little cry of surprise. Seated on the edge of the bed, he looks at you with softness in the eyes.

"What are you doing here?" You demand.

"I thought I could help you to wake up." He answers, caressing your forehead.

You release your breath, relaxing a bit. He delicately grazes your skin with his warm hand, a thin smile floating on his face, like he was enamored by what he's seeing. His eyes shine bright in the ambient darkness of the room. He leans over you and kisses your forehead and rises up to open your curtains. You hide your eyes, groaning.

"Rise up, it is a marvelous day. I have some activities prepared for us."

You groan.

"What time is it?"

"6am"

You open your eyes round like saucers, outraged.

"6am?!"

He nods, but you clearly see he doesn't understand your indignation. He goes for exiting your room when he notices something on your nightstand and reaches for it. You follow his gaze and gasp. You throw yourself to take it before him but he's quicker and you almost fell off the bed in your motion.

"The Pleasure Principle?" He reads out loud while you try to pick yourself up and your dignity.

"Give that back! It's private!" What's with the men of your life and your secrets holos?

Instead of putting it back, he observes the unholy cover and reads the summary. You're mortified, trying to get it back but he keeps you away with one arm.

"So this is what you occupy your evenings with?" He asks with a little grin.

"It's not serious literature! I was bored and had nothing else to read yesterday!" You lie, extending your arm to reach it. "Give it back..." You beg.

He considers you and the book gravely.

"No." He decides, putting it under his arm. "It is a perfect occasion to study your tastes."

"Wha- My tastes?!" You demand.

"I never go without a battle plan."

"My tastes aren't a battlefield!" You flush.

"No, indeed. They are delicate things that must be carefully considered and patiently studied, for the most amazing results."

"My tastes don't concern you anyway!" You retorts.

"Yet."

You cross your arms on your chest.

"You are full of yourself. I have the firm intention to remain fidel, so don't take up a challenge you can't manage!" You reply on a cocky tone