#local morally ambiguous woman tries to ask girlfriend out on a date and gets roasted

[imogenkol]

one talking to the other when they think they’re asleep - Imogen and Bix 🥺

wow this has been aging in my inbox like fine wine... Luckily I was in a sudden and desperate need of writing something totally sappy and gross so thank you so much Mari and sorry this took forever to get to! 💕

The suns had set long ago and a peaceful stillness settled upon the interior of the ship. Imogen ran her fingers through Bix’s hair as the mechanic rested her head in the bounty hunter’s lap. A bright moon shone through the windows and bathed the women in its silver light, providing enough illumination for Imogen to gaze down at her beloved with the utmost fondness. Bix’s eyes rested shut, though her breathing had not yet fully evened out. Sleep would no doubt consume them both soon, the comfort of their closeness on the cot soothing their minds and bodies. 

“I’ve had a thought,” Imogen said in a low tone so as to not disrupt the mood.

“Just one?” Bix mumbled tiredly without opening her eyes.

She let out a soft breath of amusement. “Well, one I find to be quite pleasant.”

“Let’s hear it.” 

“I know there hasn’t been any shortage of moments for us to share, but…” Something in Imogen’s chest seized and made it difficult to form the proper words. She had always viewed herself as a well spoken person, but suddenly her mind turned into a stumbling and disorganized place as she struggled to articulate a desire within her. “Given the, um, small reprieve as of late, I wondered… Well, there are a few systems that have not been completely ravaged by the Empire and I suppose some are even worth the effort to visit. I could take us anywhere you wish, just for a day or two. I thought you might appreciate some semblance of normalcy. W-with me. If only for a short amount of time.”

There was silence. Imogen braved a glance down and studied Bix closely for a few moments, taking note of the steady rise and fall of her chest. It seemed the mechanic had quietly drifted off against her. A small sigh of relief escaped the bounty hunter’s lungs as she realized with a flush of distaste that childish nerves were what overtook her. Imogen had very nearly made an utter fool of herself. Still, she felt a twinge of disappointment. It would have been nice to hear Bix’s response. 

“I… I would very much like to share a pleasant meal with you,” Imogen whispered more to herself than to Bix at that point. She continued to caress the slumbering woman’s hair soothingly as she divulged in her own fantasy. “Somewhere by a lake or an ocean where we can watch their sun melt into the water. Where I may memorize your carefree smile.” 

Imogen pictured all of the lovestruck fools she had observed on her travels, so consumed with themselves that the rest of the galaxy may as well not exist. As much as she felt disgusted by them, she often wondered what that must be like. It had always been a morbid curiosity. Until she held her mechanic in her arms.

“A place where we may forget about things such as war.” She quietly uttered that last hope as if it were the smallest spark of a match that might just as easily burn out as it could bloom into a comforting flame. 

“I like the sound of that,” Bix responded in such a hushed tone that it barely reached Imogen’s ears. 

A weight in the bounty hunter’s chest suddenly plummeted as her eyes snapped back down. It appeared as if Bix were still asleep at first, but then Imogen saw the smallest upturn at the corner of her mouth. “I did not think you were awake.”

“I was right on that edge,” she said as she turned herself to gaze up at Imogen. “Then I realized you were asking me to go out with you.”

Imogen sighed and rolled her eyes. “You make it sound so undignified.”

“Well, we don’t all speak as proper as a Jedi from Coruscant.”

The former Inquisitor nearly scoffed at the playful jab. “I am neither a Jedi nor am I from Coruscant. Not technically, at least.”

Bix cocked a brow. “So you weren’t technically asking me out?”

“We are together,” Imogen stated incredulously. “Why would I need to?”

“Because I love to hear it, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that,” Imogen complained with a smirk she could not fully dampen. 

“But it’s true,” the mechanic insisted smugly. She reached up to cup the back of Imogen’s neck and pulled her down. After barely a beat of resistance, Imogen surrendered and allowed her lips to fall onto her beloved’s. Bix grinned in between their kisses as she continued to taunt her. “You are a sweetheart. And a romantic, as it turns out.”

Imogen no longer refuted. She never could when a kiss muddled her mind such as this one – and every other kiss from her mechanic – did. Imogen would be anything that Bix claimed her to be as long as she got to feel the softness of her lips caressing hers. 

Her hand came to rest on her beloved’s cheek, her thumb gently brushing across flushed skin. “Cease your ridiculous teasing and agree to come away with me.”

“Do you remember the last time you asked me?”

Of course she did. Though that had been more of a plea to keep Bix safe after the disaster that Cassian caused… before the true storm struck. “I recall your refusal.” 

“I should have said yes to you then.” Bix’s lips delicately passed over Imogen’s again. Less of a kiss and more of an acknowledgment of her regret. “So I’m saying yes now. It’s probably going to be the last chance we ever get to do something nice together.” 

Imogen would exercise all of her efforts in order to prove those last words false. If that meant pledging herself to a rebellion she did not fully believe in, then so be it. Perhaps she did not deserve to see the end of war, but Bix did. Bix deserved more than a taste of peace and Imogen had every intention to offer her that as well as her full devotion. So, Imogen would selfishly seize every opportunity to enjoy a moment of the life they could have.