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theloneliestshipper · 4 years

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I have no idea if you're open to a prompt (if not, just consider this a broad spectrum 'Thank you your fic is amazing'). But if you are - I loved Strangers and I would LOVE to know what is going on in Boba's head in that moment. Does he assume she recognised him? It's such a thrilling little encounter!

AW YEAH POV SWITCH PROMPT! (for this fic if anyone wants to read the original) Thank you for this, always fun to try figure out what Boba Fett is thinking. :D

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Cato Neimoidia wasn’t the hottest climate Boba Fett had ever worked in. Tatooine mid-day was hot enough to fry a dewback pup. Mustafar had once melted the soles of his boots. But in this particular region of Cato Neimoidia, the dense humidity made the heat feel oppressive. Inescapable.

He wished now he’d chosen his disguise with more care. Picked something lighter and cooler. He spent so much time in his armor he wasn’t used to thinking about the weather. His objective was to blend in, both with the convivial night crowds and the shadows of the tall buildings so he could watch his target unnoticed.

And after several days of watching the rebel informant Pentok N’vor, he was almost convinced that his efforts were wasted. The man had no awareness of his surroundings. He could have grabbed him in seconds, armor or no armor.

Fett didn’t like to play with his food. He could have been on his way to collect the bounty by now, but Vader wanted to know if N’vor had any rebel friends and he was willing to pay handsomely for that information.

So he waited. And watched.

N’vor was a social being, especially at night. The young human drifted from bar to bar, flirting with women and playing chance cubes. He was often successful at both. Perhaps being so lucky was what also made him so careless.

Fett preferred to rely on skill, not luck.

He watched as N’vor stopped at one of his favorite spots, an outdoor bar where bright red streamers blew from the fans mounted at the corners. The air wasn’t very cold, but in this climate any breeze was welcome. N’vor sauntered up to the bar and ordered a drink. He smiled at a passing woman and she smiled back. He started to turn towards her, but then abruptly stopped. Someone else had caught his eye.

It was so crowded it was hard for Fett to get a good view, but he managed to squeeze in to a line of customers huddled along an alley wall near the bar. It put him closer to the woman N’vor was staring at. He recognized her, or he thought he did. Was she a rebel or just a former fling? He seemed uncharacteristically hesitant to approach her.

She was young and slender, pale skin and brown hair. Nondescript clothing. She set a credit chip on the bar and turned away. There was tension in her shoulders and in her spine. Something had spooked her, but she was much more subtle than N’vor. That didn’t necessarily make her a rebel agent, but it definitely made her…interesting.

Her eyes cast around in the crowd and suddenly locked with his. Her eyebrows arched over her large brown eyes, the questioning look of someone who knew they were being observed. Maybe his own subtlety could use some work.

She glanced back once more in N’vor’s direction and then turned and walked purposely towards Fett.

The last thing he needed right now was to be confronted by a possible rebel agent. If he killed her, N’vor would bolt. If he fled, they might both get away. So he stayed where he was, sweat prickling on the back of his neck and down his sides. He’d spent too much time on this job to not get paid.

“Hi,” she said, stopping in front of him with a bright, guileless smile. “This is really awkward, but see that guy over there in the gray coat?”

She was talking about N’vor, which seemed like a really dumb thing for a rebel agent to do. “Yeah,” Fett responded cautiously.

“He keeps asking me out. He’s really, really persistent and I might have told him I have a boyfriend even though-” She shrugged “-I don’t.”

He relaxed a little. He’d never seen N’vor pester a woman, but some men were good at hiding. “You want me to kill him?”

She laughed, loudly enough that a few people turned in their direction. “No, that’s not necessary. I was hoping, actually, that you would…pretend to be my boyfriend? Just until he leaves.” She took a step closer to him, her shoulders tight. “If I leave first I’m scared he’ll follow me home.”

Fett couldn’t tell her that N’vor’s days of walking free were numbered, but he could at least offer her some temporary protection. He moved to one side and she stepped into the space beside him, shoulder to shoulder in the crowd. She took his hand and her small, slender fingers slipped between his. “Thanks,” she said quietly. “Sorry about my sweaty hands.”

“It’s hot.”

A little perspiration was the furthest thing from his mind. How long had it been since he’d touched someone skin to skin? She turned towards him, the soft curves of her body pressed into his arm. “Hey, so what about you? Girlfriend? Boyfriend? Married?”

“None of the above.”

“You, uh, wanna kiss a little?”

She had been drinking, that was clear. But she didn’t seem to be intoxicated. If anything, she was exaggerating her state, the way no drunk person ever did. Suspicion crept back into his mind. Maybe she wasn’t a rebel agent. Maybe she was a pickpocket.

Thief or not, she was helping him blend in. That might be worth losing a few credits to some pretty little fingers.

“Sure,” he said, and she turned into his arms, her mouth warm and eager. This too was something he hadn’t done in a long, long time and especially not with a complete stranger. Her hand skimmed up his arm and rested on his chest, her fingers spread. If she was going for the credits in his belt, she was certainly taking her time. Or maybe his arm being there was too much of a threat.

He raised his hand and touched her flushed cheek, brushing a few sweaty strands of hair back. She didn’t take the bait. His hand moved to the back of her neck and she pressed closer, her fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt as the kiss deepened.

The heat of her body against his should have been uncomfortable in this weather but it wasn’t. He wanted more of it, both the closeness and the heat. They parted for air and she blinked up at him, her eyes wide and her chest heaving. Her lips moved in some sort of silent exclamation and then she arched back up, an invitation he was more than ready to accept before he caught a glimpse of N’vor moving away.

He had a job to do. No matter how enticing the distraction. “He’s leaving.” He put his hands on her hips and turned her around to show her.

She sighed in relief and leaned back against him. There was no avoiding the hardness she could undoubtedly feel through his pants. Her body shifted just a little, responding to the pressure of his hands on her hips. It was too easy to imagine the same response in a more private setting and without clothing.

She wanted someone to protect her from N’vor. He would have gladly protected her all night long.

But he had a job to do.

“You have to go,” he said into her ear.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “I should go. But thanks again.” Her hand reached back and touched his cheek briefly. A parting caress. “This was really…helpful.”

He pressed a light kiss on the curve of her neck before he dropped his hands and drew in a slow, steady breath as she moved away. Trying to clear his head.

Trying not to watch her go.

He pushed off the wall and cut down through the crowd. There was an alley on the next block that would let him merge his path with N’vor’s on the next street. Caution led him to check once more before he left the square. To make sure that N’vor had not doubled back. There was no sign of him. No sign of the woman either.

She was probably headed home to her bed.

Fett swallowed and continued on his way. Enough of Vader’s games. If N’vor had rebel contacts, they were smart enough to stay away.

#boba fett/princess leia #rebelbounty prompt #pov switch #my fic #primarybufferpanel

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