Control The Uncontrollable // The Acolyte

85. Trust a Stranger

"I want you to have a session with Master Gios," You said.

Qimir immediately stopped up, like a little child asked to go to school, and refused. You turned around and looked back at him. Perhaps it was cruel, but you couldn't help but laugh when you saw him there in hallway like this. You walked back a few steps, to stand by him. You didn't sense anyone around, so you let yourself take his hand, intertwinning your fingers together.

"C'mon, don't be such a baby about it," You smiled, looking up at him.

Qimir rolled his eyes at you, without a doubt because you inherently called him a baby. You squeezed his hand, and laughed low. If he thought rolling his eyes made him look more grown up, he couldn't have been more wrong.

"I don't like Master Gios," He said, his tone was even demeaning.

"You have never had a proper conversation with Master Gios," You corrected him, nodding your head.

Was Qimir aware that he was being a bit childish? Yes, yes he was. But, on a certain level, he fully stood behind his actions. The reason he agreed to come to this island was not to be trained or even socialize with others, it was to be with you. Qimir couldn't care less about anyone else on this planet, or the galaxy for that sake. What you asked of him wasn't awful, but a bore. Perhaps in some ways, he should be grateful that of all people you could think of, that it was Master Gios you asked him to speak with. It was an indefinite higher number of people Qimir knew he would've murdered on the spot. If he didn't... they would.

Qimir looked down at you, then your hands. He liked the sight of them together. He pulled you closer to him, and simply stared into your bright eyes. Slowly, he opened his mouth, with a hidden smile underneath.

"I want you to know, he is nothing compared to you," Qimir was being dead serious.

If it wasn't for Jedi training, normal people would describe what you were feeling in this moment as butterflies in your stomach. It was something so special with the fact that you had no doubt about the fact that Qimir meant those words from the bottom of his heart. You smiled weakly, giving into his warmth.

"You don't know that yet, he might be a better teacher," you said jokingly.

Qimir looked away, a smirk grew on his lips. He pulled his other hand around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You looked so adorably small this close to him. The surprise when he touched you so sensually, publicly exploded in your eyes. Like a child knowing something wrong is about to happen, something naughty. Your head embarrassed carved into his chest, trying to hide your red cheeks.

"One thing I know, he won't be as good looking as you," he whispered. His hand moved down your luscious curves to your behind, giving it a playful squeeze.

Your eyes popped out, as you almost jumped out of his hands. You laughed as you pointed back at him, your cheeks still burning, unable to hide it.

"Okay, Qimir he is waiting," you laughed, trying to hide your blushing.