Control The Uncontrollable // The Acolyte

60. I Love You, Dude

"I am telling you, that's what Master Sol taught me!" You almost shouted, laughing as your hand hit his chest.

"C'mon keep it down, don't shout to the whole bar that your a Jedi," He was giggling from ear to ear, his fingers on his lips signalizing for you to be quiet.

The two of you were drunk, way beyond your own senses. Qimir was pretty sure the two of you had inhaled something too at some point, but you denied it, and he didn't remember what happened even ten minutes ago. The two of you had spent the day in the sun on the hills, so the alcohol felt deserved. You sat close to him, your bodies touching. Your head resting on his shoulders. A band was playing, but the two of you were more obsessed with yourself than anyone or anything else in the room.

"I'm just saying that's what he said, it's way better holding your saber up lower in your stance-" You stated, looking over at him with your snarky eyes as your head waved in a sassy movement, like you had just beaten him in battle.

"Well, Master Sol is wrong," Qimir rolled his eyes. You were funny.

"No, because if you hold it lower like this... imagine a lightsaber here, you get the element of surprise," You straighten up and showed him.

"Let me show you," Qimir smirked. You were being so silly. Qimir had held a lightsaber a lot more than you had in your life. He knew a lightsaber like it was the back of the pocket. He straightened up, and wrapped his hands around you. His eyes were looking at your hands, he lifted your elbow higher, and your hand slightly on your imaginary hilt.

"That is how it's done," He didn't let go of his hands around you.

"That is stupid," You laughed, as you leaned back into his chest.

Qimir had made you laugh more times than you could ever remember laughing your whole life. He acted like a dork, almost like the man you met the first night. Just less greasy hair, and nicely laid so you could always see his gorgeous face. His smile was rare, most of the time it was his signature smirk, but you had seen him smile today and that truly warmed your heart. It warmed your heart so much so you almost forgot what an idiot he was. His hands were wrapped around you. He leaned towards your face.

"You know what's stupid?" He asked, taking a sip of his beer as his forehead touched yours.

"Tell me, Qimiiiiir," You dragged out his name like a little child waiting for him to spill the tea.

"That I spent a ton of credits on you to get the best massage in the galaxy, and you are treating me so poorly," and there, you saw him smile again.

"I... TREAT... YOU... POORLY?" You said loudly, offended by his accusation.

He leaned back in the couch, giggling from ear to ear over your shocked expression. Even when you were angry, you were still the most beautiful women he had ever seen. You sat up on your knees, which was almost impressive you were able to do in the dress you were wearing. You grabbed his face with both your arms.

"I am the kindest person in the galaxy to you," You stated.

Qimir smirked, enjoying every second your skin touched. He peaked a kiss from your lips. You blushed and pushed him back down. Your eyes were looking down at him judgmentally. He was just a man waiting for his execution. You grabbed his beer and took a large sip of it, and Qimir couldn't stop laughing when he saw your poor face after you soaked in the taste of the beer. It was clear as a day you did not enjoy that drink.

"You should be glad I love you, because that drink tasted like... a Blurrg's piss," You were still pulling faces. Qimir lifted his eyebrows, surprised.

"You have tasted urine from a Blurrg?" He questioned. Those animals were massive creatures, and frankly it was no excuses in the galaxy that could justify drinking their piss.

You rolled your eyes at him, idiot.

"NO, I mean-like what I imagine it would taste like since they are so- you know," Your hands were in the air trying to articulate the creature, but it didn't help you much. Qimir didn't even let you finish the sentence.

"I love you too," He suddenly said.

You froze a little, did he just say, what you think he said? It felt like a ray of light hugged over your body as you stared into his dark eyes. It was four so magical words. Why did they suddenly have so much power of you? You wanted to try to say the words again.

"I love you too, dude," But you couldn't stop laughing. He grabbed you by the collar of your dress, pulling you close to his face.

"I love you too, dude," He repeated the words, before his lips smashed into yours. They were fun to say, and so easy. Before he had been so frightened of saying it, but now it was the best feeling he had ever felt. A part of him had also believed that he would never find anyone, to say those words to. He felt higher in this moment alone, than the drugs he believed he had used. His lips graved deeper and deeper into your mouth. You giggled as you pulled away.

"I love you, man," You gasped for air, but were still laughing.

"I love you too, man," Qimir laughed repeating your words, before he caught his own mistake, but not before you had hit him on his shoulder.

"I meant, my lady," He laughed so much he was afraid his tummy was going to explode any second.

"I am not your lady," You stated, lifting your eyebrows at him. He hovered over you playfully, his thumb brushing your lips.

"You belong to me," he laughed in memory of the fucking great sex the two of you have had yesterday.

"Mmmm, I don't think so," You teased and pressed your lips together. You crossed your hands, trying to act strict. Qimir loved it when you tried to tease him like this. It was like a fun game for the two of you.

"We are not married," Your sassy tone was back, leaning into the couch.

He smirked.

"We should get married," He stated, sober or not - he meant it.

You laughed at him.

"I am a Jedi," You reminded him.

"And I love you," Qimir smiled.