A minute turned into five and five turned into ten, and so on down the line. And, having being given no limit, Nawara and I found plenty to do to occupy ourselves.
"Mmmmmmm," Nawara nuzzeled my neck as I tried to pull away for the umpteenth time. "Just one more minute."
I pulled my hand from out of his flightsuit, where it had somehow ended up. "Do I have to be the mature one here?"
Nawara looked up and smiled at me. "I'm mature."
"Not when it comes to sex. You're just as bad as Janson."
He nipped at my shoulder. "We didn't have sex."
"No, but at the rate you're going, it shouldn't be long."
He lifted his eyes up to me again. "Would you object?"
I paused and weighed my answer. There didn't seem to be a lot of kidding in his voice. "How about we wait to see what happens. Besides," I added as an afterthought, "you wouldn't want to ruin your reputation as the serious one, would you? We've been gone an awfully long time."
Nawara stuck his bottom lip out like a child. "I'm not made of stone."
I kissed one of his lekku, causing him to moan slightly. "I know. If you were, we would not have taken this little sebatical."
He reached over and pulled the straps of my tanktop back onto my shoulders. Somehow, by some great mystery (or not), they had slipped off.
I took his hand and gave him a peck on the mouth. "We've gone awfully fast, so far. Howabout we sit back and enjoy the view for a moment."
"Okay," he said and kissed me back - chastely this time - and we walked out from behind the curtain together.
The room was still empty and dusk was falling. We moved onto the hall, which was also empty. It seemed that everyone had gone inside. "What the hell was that banging noise?" I asked to no one in particular.
Nawara pointed. I could barely make it out in the gathering twilight. "There's the door."
I walked towards it, Nawara following behind me. "And they call you pilots brave," I teased him.
"We are. But I like to shoot things from a distance where death will be quick, not long and drawn out. Besides, everything we do is done out of duty, not curiosity."
"That's a fairly long retort. Do you have it planned out for everytime someone calls you a coward? The easy way in which you said it makes me think that it comes into question quite a bit."
Nawara barked a laugh as I opened the door. "What in the name of all that is holy, is that?" I said to no one in particular.
Nawara peered over my shoulder. "Something big made out of wood."
I smacked him lightly with the back of my hand. "Thank you, Sherlock. I'm glad you could clear that up for me."
He bowed. "Glad I could be of service. I specialize in many things, some of which I believe could serve you later tonight -" I elbowed him "- or perhaps at a more appropriate time."
I could hear voices coming from the living room down the hall. I shut the door and pulled Nawara down the hall with me. The room was fairly crowded with WAASers discussing everything from the thing outside to the way they got the jelly into doughnuts without making it pop out of the top when they were cooking.
"Ah," Claire said, "did you see Mr. Pointy?"
I'm sure my confusion was evident on my face, because Claire clarified herself. "The stegasaurus outside. Mr. Pointy."
"No," I answered. "It wasn't a stegasaurus. It looks more like a bird-thingy. You know, whatstheirnames."
"Oh really? It must have changed again. That's a pity because I really liked the nickname."
"I sense fowl play afoot," someone offered lamely.
Ili was sitting immediately to my right. "What's that on your should - " Her eyes widened and she laughed slightly to herself. "Nevermind."
"What?" I looked at my right shoulder and there it was plain as day. A small bite mark that was partially covered by the tank top strap. "Oh that. I got that playing, uh, rugby."
I had no idea that gray Twi'leks could blush, but Nawara did furiously. I squeezed his hand. "I told you you didn't want to ruin your reputation." I teased him softly.
"Have you no shame?" he whispered back.
"No." I turned back to the group and scanned for a seat. There was one in the bay window. "Does anyone know where Aggy and Paddy are?"
Anti shook her head. "Paddy's upstairs with Kell. Aggy's with Wes somewhere."
I sat down and Nawara sat beside me, slightly pink still. Mish and Kat were trading Stargate SG-1 theories back and forth while Han Solo and the girl in the sparkly clothes (whose name, when I asked Ili, I discovered to be Holly) were arguing about the possibility of parallel problems pertaining to the wormhole that had brought our guests here.
I put my head on Nawara's lap and listened as people batted around ideas. Given the fact that our corner was dimly lit, I felt Nawara's hand slide up underneath the hem of my shirt and rest on my waist. "You're single minded, aren't you?"
Feni looked over. "Paula, you have a roo - " but before she could finish, someone stood up and yelled at the top of their lungs, "Eureka!"
There was a breathless pause of anticipation before the, "oh wait, never mind."
The collective sigh told us that it was going to be a long night.
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