potato salad for the soldiers

[t65]

Who: Luke Skywalker and YOU maybe
When: The merry month of May.
Where: The Moira, Amissis-Re and possibly other universes, who knows.
What: Catchall log for Luke, with open prompts and closed prompts in comments.
Warnings: None for now, but I will let you know if things progress to the level of (gasp) PG-13.

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[Luke sleeps for several hours, because he honestly needs it. When he wakes up, Cassandra is there, and she's absolutely beautiful in sleep, free from the normal concern that colors her face. Her snoring is also, presumably, beautiful. Luke is not the most unbiased of parties, here.]

[He watches her sleep for a while, before realizing that might be kind of creepy, and instead tries to wake her. He has a few questions, like why she's here, why he's in the infirmary, and where his prosthetic went. He'd be worried, but if she's here, he can't be in too much danger.]

[He kisses her forehead.] Cassandra.

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[She's startled awake, hand moving as if she'd be stabbing the person beside her if she had a knife in her hand. Her brain catches up with the situation quickly at least, and she remembers she's with Luke and she's safe. So she relaxes, and drops her hand to her side, smiling over at him.]

Hey.

[Hopefully the slight movement she had made upon waking up just looked like general surprise and not attempted murder. That would be an awkward apology. At least her voice sounds appropriately thick with drowsiness, and she looks happy to be waking up next to him.]

Feeling better?

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[Luke wouldn't notice it, if he were anyone else. As it is, he feels the fear and confusion through the Force, and reacts in kind. He holds her close, waiting for her to calm; he doesn't have to wait long.]

It's alright. [He's smiling placidly.] I'm fine. Maybe a little sore. I guess I made it to the infirmary?

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[Oh good, he sounds coherent now. That's a step in the right direction.]

I think you have some broken ribs and a concussion, so that could explain the soreness.

[Careful not to shift too much, she rests her head against the edge of his shoulder.}

You don't remember posting on your MID about giant droids and how the nurses won't let you talk to anyone?

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That would make sense, after- [Wait.] I did what?

[Luke just kind of stares. Please save him from himself, Cassandra.]

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You posted where everyone can see. And I think you tried escaping before I got here, too.

[She laughs as she says it, lifting her head so she can look up at him. She wants to see what his embarrassment looks like.]

It's a good thing I stayed here with you, who knows what else you would've said or done.

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[Luke's embarrassment looks like putting his head in his remaining hand and sighing quietly to himself.] How bad was I? [How much does he need to apologize for?]

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[She laughs, one of those devious kind of giggles that someone gives when they've got a story to tell but aren't going to fully share it.]

You weren't bad, [She promises, laughing some more.] You were just...out of it. I think you pet me at one point after I kissed you.

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I pet you? [You kissed me? But he doesn't say that, though he's rather curious about it. Would he even be any good at kissing? Probably not, so maybe it's good he doesn't remember.]

[...He kind of wishes he remembered.]

[But that's not the point, even if it does take him a good few seconds to stop thinking about it.] Just tell me if I did anything really embarrassing.

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I can't tell you if you embarrassed yourself in front of anyone else. But we're good.

[She can honestly tell him that, at least.]

You really don't remember anything?

[It's a little disappointing he doesn't remember the kiss, but that just means he'll get a chance to initiate something himself another time.]

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[That does visibly relax him a fair amount.] Well- good. That's what matters.

[He thinks about it for a little.]

I remember being confused, I think. And... [He frowns.] How long have I been in medical?

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Not that long. Hours, I guess? Maybe a day?

[She sits up enough that she can look around.]

I'm not sure how long we slept. It's been a couple of days since I rested, so I might've been out for a while. You'll probably be in here for a few days, unless you want me to sneak you out.

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[Luke is clearly, clearly tempted, but-] It sounds like I've given Medical enough to deal with. I should probably be good. [He grins.] But if I change my mind, I know just who to go to for help.

That you for sl- staying with me, Cassandra. I probably needed it.

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You did.

[She smirks, feeling a little pleased with herself after what he's said. It's nice to feel like she's making a difference.]

And don't worry. I'll sleep with you anytime.

[She knows exactly how it sounds and just wants to fluster him.]

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[For possibly the first time in his entire life, Luke briefly, briefly wishes something he'd never wished before: he wishes he were more like Han. Han would have a snappy comeback for this. Han wouldn't be slowly turning red.]

Very funny. [Is Luke pouting? Maybe a little.] I'm glad your sense of humor's intact.

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[Laughing, she turns her head to kiss his cheek.]

I'm hilarious. And so is the way you blush and pout when I mention anything intimate.

[Really, Luke. Stop making it so easy to tease.]

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That's- [Part of my charm? Oh, no, that is too much like Han, he takes it back, he takes it all back.]

[The kiss fixes everything, though, and he relaxes, though the blush doesn't fade so quickly.] If I'm making you laugh, then it's worth it.

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Yeah, but I'm not making you laugh.

[She pauses, nose wrinkling up as she realizes something.]

Which is probably a good thing, with your ribs. I don't -

[She hesitates in asking, because she doesn't want to tank the light mood.]

It doesn't make you uncomfortable, does it?

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Laughing? Well, it hurts, but...

[There's the point, flying right over his head-]

You mean-

[And it landed. Luke groans and rubs the bridge of his nose with his right hand. His left arm is still instinctively hidden. Some things bother him, others he just doesn't want to talk about. It's a distinction he hasn't, he realizes, made at all.]

It doesn't... bother me. Nothing about you bothers me.

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[That earns a Luke, please look from her, and she sits up a little straighter.]

There has to be something about me that bothers you.

[She fears he may have put her up on some kind of pedestal, which will come crashing down the second he learns more about her life back home. ]

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[And that's a fair question. Luke considers it.]

I guess... there's nothing that upsets me. If I'm bothered by anything... [He reaches for her hand.] It's that your planet sounds like a frightening place, and I'm sorry you had to deal with it.

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[She glances down as he reaches for her hand and she allows him to take it.]

I got used to dealing with it. I'm strong because of it.

[Meaning: while it sucked and was hell, she wouldn't change what happened because it's made her who she is now.]

I just don't want you to think I'm perfect or anything.

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I don't think you're perfect. I just think you're perfect for me.

[Okay,even Luke thinks that line was corny. Moving on...]

Does anything about me bother you?

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I -

[She's way too busy being caught up in the fact he's just said that he thinks she's perfect for him. It's a corny line, but one that means a lot to her because no one else has ever bothered to say it to her, and she looks like a sentimental idiot once he says it. So much that she doesn't answer his question.

Instead, she turns her head and leans in to kiss him. He might as well have an actual kiss that he can remember, right?]

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[The fact that Luke can say a cheesy, corny line like that and get a kiss for it is just amazing. Luke doesn't want to be like Han, doesn't think he should have to be, but sometimes the reassurance is nice. He is, at his core, an achingly sentimental man. It's good to feel wanted for that.]

[It's also good that Luke's mouth is otherwise occupied, or in this sudden flourish of emotion he'd likely be making proclamations of his feelings that no one wants to hear before the third date. Or the fourth.]

[His thoughts stay on the kiss, which for his efforts isn't amazing; a total lack of experience will do that to you. But, you know, he tries, and when they break apart he's smiling like he just won the moon.] You're wonderful. I mean it.