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Scarlet Moonlight part 3

In which I introduce Luke Skywalker.

3, Coveting

“Skywalker!”

Fixer knocked Luke’s feet off the tabletop, waking him. “Hey, you’re back.”

“Have you been sleeping all day, or did you get that T-84’s turbines clean?”

How long have I been asleep? Luke checked the chrono on the wall. “Yep, three hours ago.”

“It shouldn’t have taken you that long.”

Luke shrugged. “It took me an hour to clean the shop.”

“What about the skiffer’s manifold?”

“I finished it just before lunch.”

Fixer said, “No way did you get that done and the vaporator fixed before lunch.”

“The vaporator just had a loose cable,” Luke said. “Hi, Cami.”

“Hi, Wormie,” came the indifferent reply from Fixer’s girlfriend.

Fixer grunted. “Me and Cami are going over to Tanko’s in Mos Espa. You keep an eye on the garage. It’s a three moon night and the Sandpeople are getting frisky.” He turned and headed for the stairs leading to the basement.

“Where are you going now?”

“To get my blaster, dust-for-brains! Didn’t you hear what I just said?” Fixer’s grumbles about his stupid employee faded as he stomped down the stairs.

“Hey, Wormie,” Cami said with much more interest than before.

Luke stood and smiled. “Hey, Cami.” He reached out and pulled her to him, his lips crushing against hers, tongue seeking. Her response was equally as fierce.

Cami pulled herself away, breathless. “We may be a little late tonight.”

Luke’s hand caressed the smooth skin of her neck, his fingers combing through her long, brown hair. “Didn’t you hear? I’ll be waiting up for you.” His lips moved along her jaw to her ear.

Cami sighed lustfully as his kisses moved down her neck. “I’ll make sure he’s wasted when we get back. I want to try something new, so we’ll have hours to practice.” She pushed him away at the sound of Fixer’s heavy footsteps on the stairs.

“Something new?” Luke mouthed, wiping his suddenly sweaty palms on his trousers.

Cami winked at him before skipping over to meet Fixer as he emerged from the basement. “Come on, Fixer. You promised me five rounds at the table at Tanko’s.”

Fixer grunted. He had two blaster-rifles in his hands. “Don’t miss,” he said, tossing a rifle to Luke.

“Thanks for the tip,” he said to his boss’ back as he and his girlfriend hopped into the fastest ride on the lot and sped toward Mos Espa.

End part 3
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