A Star Wars Christmas...

Forgot This Was A Thing...

              Ventress vented, (heh heh, see what I did there), and finally looked up from her lap. Grievous stood tall, looking down on the smaller woman with a stare of pride. He bent forward in an awkward bow, holding back a cough. She took his hand, hearing his metal gears pop in surprise. Her face hid back a smile.

             "It is my pleasure to have been invited to your oh so sophisticated--" She held a finger on his lips...scratch this. Mask. (UGH WHY IS THIS SO HARD.) He silenced, looking down at her with admiration. Who would think that the girl he had 'secretly' liked would end up asking him out? The moon outside shone on her beautiful, bald head, and she sat back down. He plopped loudly on the chair across from him. 

          Grievous wasn't sure how he was supposed to react when she asked him, but he did hold back a couple screams of joy. For once, Dooku had decided to lengthen his leash. Ventress even picked him up to take him to her place--his heart pounded loudly under his armor as she snapped her fingers. A small droid sauntered over, a big, black tie wrapped crudely around it's neck. It didn't take a genius to know that it was far from happy with it's job.

        "Master Ventress...I was unaware this was the date you were babbling about." Her eye flashed with a sudden fury, her hand clenching fast into a fist. Grievous watched in wonder. Ventress turned slowly in her seat, the glow of the candle on the table making her skin turn a light gold.

          "I'm assuming this is another one of your jokes, you infantile piece of metal and garbage. Insult me one more time, and I'll make you wish I left you with Hondo." The droid scoffed, pulling out a small bottle from it's back compartment. Grievous seemed unaware of the blush tinted on her cheeks, popping the cork.

          "I see you've been well." She rolled her eyes, twiddling the fork between her fingers. He straightened, taking a fast look around her living area. It was dark and black everywhere--nothing but a few windows. Besides that, everything was evil and spooky and other synonyms that are terrifying. "Even so, I wonder why you asked me out first." Ventress let out a louder laugh, and the droid rolled away slowly to the wall. 

         "Come on now, Grievous. You have been flirting with me relentlessly, but never bothered asking the question." She picked at the food on the plate presented with a trembling mechanical arm, and she dismissed the "waiter" with a glare. Grievous wasn't sure if he should be impressed at her authority or the fact that a droid with only two, small legs, managed to sprint out the door. He jerked as she leaned in, caressing his hairless face. "I was tired of waiting."

           The two looked into each other eyes, the music in the background growing louder. He shook his head, unable to stare at the glorious harpie. She took initiave as usual...her lips made contact with his mask, and he felt himself floating. The girl of his dreams asked him out, and admitted she wanted to go out with him the past...and now she was kissing him! 

But like all good moments, things took a turn.

          She went to release, only to find her lips tug in discomfort. Her eyes darted around until eventually they met with his. She pulled again, more pain shooting through her face. Her voice muffled against the cold mask.

"I...I can't mfove Grievous."

          He turned his head, bringing her closer to him. "What do you mean? I'm assuming 'mfove' is a new word. I can't understand when you're kissing me, sweets." He chuckled, only to be met with an angry glare. He soon realized the issue.

Ventress was actually stuck.

He then realized how cold it was.

"...Blast."