Anya
"Trychon?" she whispered quietly into his ear.
He awoke with a start. He looked up and saw Anya in front of him leaning her elbows on the computer console, her chin resting on her hands. She was grinning at him.
"You clearly need a break. C'mon."
She moved around the desk and grabbed his hand pulling him up and leading him toward the door.
"You mind if I ask where we're going?"
"We're going to Dreshdae, to the cantina. We're going to have a drink in honor of our first mission tomorrow," she said cheerily over her shoulder.
"Um.... alright. Who's all going?"
"Just you and me. Tyr's asleep and I already asked Raezyr. He made it PERFECTLY clear that he's not going."
"Well that sounds like Raez," he said, pulling his hand from her grip, "but an ale sounds good to me, " he grinned.
They walked side by side in the cool windy Korribanian night, laughing and making small talk on the way to Dreshdae.
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Several Correlian ales and a few hours later, they arrived back at the Academy. They stopped at the door to Anya's quarters.
"I had a great time, Trych. Thank you so much," she said as she looked up into his brown eyes. She lifted her arm and gently cupped his cheek with her hand. She tilted her head slightly and kissed his lips. His arms automatically slid around her waist and his mouth returned her kiss deeply.
After a moment she gently broke away. Anya slid her hand into Trychon's as she opened the door. She led him into her room and the door closed behind them.
They didn't bother turning on the lights.
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