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Yes I'm Still Writing This
Dec. 4th, 2011 10:35 pm“Rogue Flight throws the best parties,” Luke says, twisting around to sneak a swallow of Wedge’s drink. “This is so much better than Mos Eisley.”
Wedge snorts. “And how would you know, farm boy?” He asks. “Have you ever been to Mos Eisley?”
“Once. For a few minutes. Until Han shot a guy and someone tried to kill me. Then Ben said we had to leave. But still, I can tell about these things. I’m a Jedi, you know.” He nods very seriously, and then ruins it by leaning forward and licking Wedge’s nose.
“Hey,” Wedge protests, flustered, but that just gives Luke time to plaster himself more firmly against him, twisting a hand in the unzipped top of Wedge’s flight suit to give him leverage while he licks a wide damp stripe down the the side of Wedge’s neck.
Wedge snorts. “And how would you know, farm boy?” He asks. “Have you ever been to Mos Eisley?”
“Once. For a few minutes. Until Han shot a guy and someone tried to kill me. Then Ben said we had to leave. But still, I can tell about these things. I’m a Jedi, you know.” He nods very seriously, and then ruins it by leaning forward and licking Wedge’s nose.
“Hey,” Wedge protests, flustered, but that just gives Luke time to plaster himself more firmly against him, twisting a hand in the unzipped top of Wedge’s flight suit to give him leverage while he licks a wide damp stripe down the the side of Wedge’s neck.