The Bet (Ficlet)

The Bet

Takes place between end of Forged Alliances and Rishi

Featuring: Auryyn (DS, Warrior), Vette, Theron sort of.

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It had started as a game. A stupid bet that Vette hard started – and that Auryyn had ended up stupidly taking.

“Come on, don’t hold out on me. I want details,” Vette wheedled, leaning forward eagerly.

She and Auryyn were in her quarters, and Vette had claimed the bed as her seat almost immediately. Auryyn didn’t much care – she was happy leaning against the wall. She scowled at her Twi’lek friend and folded her arms defensively, which only served to elicit a giggle from Vette.

“Please?” Vette pressed, blinking excessively at her.

Auryyn sighed and brought her fingers against her forehead, knowing that she was going to regret this.

“All right,” she conceded, shaking her head.

Vette was not deterred in the slightest and she smirked smugly, leaning back and folding her arms as she relished her victory.

The Wrath rolled her eyes and re-folded her arms before starting pace across the small room.

“He’s…nice to look at,” she said, after a few more moments.

“And?” Vette encouraged, her eyes bright and wide.

Auryyn paused her pacing and raised an eyebrow.

“What do you want me to say? He makes a Republic accent sound attractive?”

Vette snorted and then started giggling uncontrollably. When she recovered, she gave a heavy sigh and then tucked her arms behind the back of her head.

“You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you like him,” she teased.

Auryyn turned sharply to face her companion.

“What? Don’t be ridiculous. He makes an adequate distraction, and I enjoy watching him squirm,” she protested, tossing her hair. She wouldn’t meet Vette’s gaze, and she tried to ignore the warmth rising in her cheeks.

Vette raised an eyebrow.

“Uh-huh. Sure you do,”

Auryyn frowned at her friend, who had a finger pressed against her lips as though in deep thought. She sighed and looked up, and then shrugged.

“Anyway, even if you were interested, which you’re clearly not, I bet he wouldn’t be interested in you,” she said with a mock sad smile.

Slightly taken aback by her statement, the Wrath blinked, processing Vette’s words. Vette was watching her intently for the reaction, ready to bolt if necessary. She couldn’t disguise the look of relief on her face when Auryyn merely folded her arms.

“What makes you say that?” she asked, attempting to sound as nonchalant as possible.

Vette shrugged again and shuffled around so that she could put her feet up on the wall.

“I don’t know…Republic SIS Agent goody two shoes and a Dark Lord of the Sith…I mean there’s incompatible, and then there’s doomed and then-,”

Auryyn cut her off by raising a hand.

“I get the picture,” the Sith said coolly.

She turned away, not seeing the smile that spread across Vette’s face as she did so. The smile was quickly wiped from the Twi’lek’s face when Auryyn turned to face her again.

“Aside from the fact that I’m…not interested, I think you’re wrong,” she retorted, her red eyes bright.

“I don’t know – I think I’d still put my money on “not going to happen ever”,” Vette teased.

“Is that a challenge, Vette?”

Vette groaned and then covered her face with her hands.

“I forgot – you Sith always turn everything into a competition. It’s impressive…and exhausting!” she said, allowing her fingers to slide down her face. She rolled her eyes and then sat up properly again. She looked up at Auryyn, attempting to keep a straight face. She was about to speak again, but Auryyn got there first.

“I’ll take that bet,” the Wrath said after a few moments.

Vette’s mouth actually fell open, her eyes wide once again. Auryyn laughed and smirked triumphantly.

“Don’t act so surprised, Vette. I love a challenge, and the tougher, the better,” she stated.

Lost for words, Vette simply stared at her and then shook her head. She recognised that familiar excited glint in her friend’s eyes and she knew there was no way of talking her out of it now. She bit her lip, trying not to think too much about what she had gotten herself into with this. Sighing, she got to her feet.

“Wow…you’re really going to do this. Okay. You’re on,” she said.

Auryyn nodded, though she couldn’t ignore the fact that he heart had started to race.

***

Thanks for reading! ❤
There may be more. I’m not sure yet. Forgive me! 

 

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