WIP Wednesday
since it is actually THE DAY, tagged by @commander-writergirl <3
i'll share snippets of all of my current projects 🫣 i'm writing a lot more than i have been!
Ghostwalker
When John came back to the tower a few days later, he was sans-wedding ring, wearing a henley and a flannel to stave off the growing cold of the season. Duffle over his shoulder, he nodded to Yelena as she headed down toward the elevator he’d just vacated.
“Back so soon? I was just getting used to not having you around,” she teased, twisting around to give him a smirk.
“Ha, ha, very funny. You seen Ava?”
Yelena’s eyebrow raised and she shoved down a nasty retort before simply saying, “Nope” with a popped ‘p’ before stepping into the elevator.
Kalluzeb
Kallus put his hands on Zeb's thighs.
"What're you doing?" Zeb grumbled, eyes focusing in on the human invading his personal space.
"Hm, I thought this is what you were alluding to," Kallus said, leaning his weight on Zeb's legs.
Zeb swallowed hard. "I never allude to anything."
Kallus smirked. "Okay, then."
Zeb's hands were large. He didn't need more than one to slide over the back of Kallus's head, fingers carding through his hair. Kallus braced himself, one hand on Zeb's thigh, the other pressed to his collarbone.
Kallus had never wondered or asked if Lasat kissed or how their affection worked, but Zeb kissed just the same as any other man and Kallus strengthened his hold. Zeb's other hand grabbed Kallus's waist, claws prickling, pulling them close, Kallus settled between Zeb's legs.
Fives/Essani (SW OC)
Essani’s heart swelled at the familiar matte blue Kama stripes and double pauldrons in the room. She crossed her arms, leaning against the doorway. Sensing her presence—or maybe just trying to find the source blocking the hallway light—Fives turned. His aura crackled in response, agitated into a happy, surprised, aroused storm.
He rested a hand on his hip. “Look what the rancor dragged in.”
She pressed a hand to her chest, looking hurt. “Ouch, a rancor? Would never get the jump on me.”
Fives stopped in front of her. Curious clones watched, most of them not knowing who she was. “What’re you doing here?”
“Working. Escorted Senator Ach to Hobi.”
Fives stepped closer, forcing her into the hall, away from the clones’ battle planning room. Essani moved with him but peeked around his shoulder. “What’re you planning?”
“Republic business,” he said, though there was a lightness to his tone.
The air was electric. Essani wanted to push him into the nearest closet and kiss him until her face hurt. The intensity surprised her, but she wasn’t alone in feeling it.
“Recon soon as we get to Farway Station.” His hand brushed her bare arm.
How dare he. “Alone?” She tried not to sound hopeful.
Tup/Kez (SW OC)
“You know, you are not all the same,” Kez found himself saying. “The Republic Clone army.”
“Yeah, we talked about that already,” Tup said, eyes closed, enjoying the presence of another person near him. And not just near, but near. Skin-to-skin, the heat of their exercise still thrumming through their veins, the casual way Kez was draped around him. He didn’t feel like a soldier here.
Kez let the silence grow and then felt compelled to speak to fill it. “Where I grew up, everyone was different. Twi’lek, human, Rodian, Zabrak, Weequay, Trandoshan; whoever was around. The galaxy, I think, sometimes feels very narrow, and sometimes you see so many people who are unlike you that you feel very small and the universe feels endless.”
“Hmm. My world feels very small. Nothing but battle after battle.”
“Coruscant is vibrant, hmm? Lots of different people are here.”
“That’s true.” Tup absently reached up, gently brushing against the tip of Kez’s lekku. The larger man tensed slightly. “Sorry,” Tup said quickly, snatching his hand back. “I didn’t think—I know this is…”
Kez laughed lightly. “No need for sorry. You can touch me all you want, Sad Man.”
tagging whoever wants to share their work (fic, art, whatever), my brain is quiet tired and i cannot remember all the friends i follow who are writers heh forgive me
