‘My money will not last long that way, I am kind of out of work right now,’ Arkad laughed and went to the food truck with Aphra. He looked around if Ste’lla was still outside or if she had gone into the truck.
Arkad sees Stella finishes up The Costumer. She looks over to them. “I brought him back....no damages!“ Aphra says. Stella laughs softly “Something to eat for You both?“
‘Thank you,’ Arkad smiled at Ste’lla and followed Aphra inside the truck. ‘I will have to tell her the truth eventually, but better after breakfast,’ he said to Aphra.
‘If you think so, Ste’lla is your friend, you know her better,’ Arkad shrugged and chuckled shortly after, ‘We will just have to make this our little secret then.’
Arkad took off his coat and draped it over the couch before sitting down, he chuckled, ‘Of course, you are a smuggler and I am—or was—an agent. Both of those jobs require a lot of secrets... Oh, by the way: I told Ste’lla my name was Arthur, we should probably use that one then.’
“You got a point....however“ She sits down next to him. “Smuggler and Agents dont cooporate often....They fuck eachother over“
Arkad looked over at her and leaned on the backrest of the couch, ‘We will have to make an exception then.’ He sighed, ‘I have to apologise for what I did to you during that interrogation. But I meant what I said, you showed some remarkable resistance and determination. Even if you kept trying to flirt with me. Did you really think that was the best option to get out of there alive?’ He chuckled and smiled at her.
Aphra rolls her eyes and smiles. “I knew i probably wouldnt get out of there alive. I tried to be Interesting so I dont get executed and treated good....besides it wasnt like I didnt enjoy To Flirt with You. Youre A Good looking Guy....A Jerk but still...“
‘Thank you, I have to be in this business,’ Arkad laughed. ‘Oh, is that what you do? Go to bars and flirt with all the good looking guys so they will buy you whisky?’ He scooted closer to Aphra, ‘You are very interesting, indeed. Beautiful, clever, feisty and pretty damn good at kissing too.’
‘Right before Ste’lla comes in with breakfast, smuggler Aphra?’ Arkad chuckled and leaned in close to Aphra, ‘Would be a bad idea, now would it?’
Arkad smirked at Aphra, ‘I will just have to invite you for those drinks you mentioned... or that candlelight dinner you wanted.’ He raised his hand up to her face and cupped her cheek. The former Commander leaned in further and pressed a tender kiss on her cheek, ‘I am looking forward to either.’
Arkad returned her kiss with need—unlike last time—his hand traced down her side and grabbed her hip. After the heated kiss, he parted from her lips but held her close still. Arkad chuckled, his silver-grey eyes looking into her brown ones, ‘Very complicated indeed, Aphra. I would love nothing more than to ravish you right here and now, but we would be really bad guests and friends if we did that.’