Author's Note: Companion piece to "Freefall" and "You Changed Me." I'm going to let you guess whose point of view we're in ...
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars. Not that you could tell I'm talking about Star Wars in this story, but in case you noticed ... it's not mine.
You touch me, and it's like the universe holds its breath to see what happens next. You weren't expecting this. I can see it in your eyes: the surprise, the wonder, a little fear you try to hide.
I wasn't expecting it either. I wasn't expecting you.
But the music swirls somewhere outside and I drift closer, moving toward you without intent, like a piece of driftwood on the current, pulled in against my will.
Maybe not all against my will.
You whisper my name, and it's like a benediction, perfection, permission to do what I want. I kiss you.