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ff100 019. White. W/I (That's Wedge/Iella. What? You thought it might be something else?)
019. White
Rogues: Wedge Antilles
I don't own it
Note: Written for Astro
It was one of those simple things that he absolutely had to have to be functional. It was almost – almost – as important as caf. Of course, nothing could be as important as caf; caf was the magic elixir of life that let him get through the day. However, coming in a very close second was his steam shower.
Tycho, Janson, and Hobbie had all been merciless when they’d learned he had purchased the steam shower. Most of the jokes had been along the lines of implying he preferred days in the spa to days in the simulator. Wedge secretly had to note that anyone normal would find a day of relaxation better than a day of having enemies – real or computer – shooting at them. Of course, normal people didn’t join Rogue Squadron.
Stretching sleepily, Wedge stumbled into the refresher and keyed on the light. He suppressed a yawn as he stuck his head into the steam shower and turned on the water. Real water. There were a number of showers available – sonic showers had become increasingly popular with the New Republic’s elite – but there was something about a hot, steamy, water shower that just made everything better. He could breathe better, the massaging shower head sent warm water into his tired muscles, rejuvenating him…the shower was just the best damn thing ever.
Wedge stripped out of the undershirt and boxer shorts he’d slept in, leaving them on the floor of his fresher, and climbed into the shower. Perfect. He shut the glass door behind him. With one hand, he turned on the waterproof music system. With the other, he picked up a bar of soap.
He’d just gotten a good lather from the soap when his door chimed. You’ve got to be kidding me. With a sigh, Wedge climbed out of his shower and wrapped a white towel around his waist.
The door chimed again.
“Hang on, I’m coming.” Holding the towel closed with one hand, he made his way through his tiny apartment to his front door. Wedge typed in the security code, waited for the chime signaling he could unlock the door, and keyed it open.
The woman outside blinked, then started to blush. Obviously, she hadn’t expected him to answer the door in a towel. “Er…”
“Good morning, Iella.” Wedge wondered if he sounded as awkward as he felt. Trying to channel Janson, he shifted his weight to lean against the doorframe, still holding the towel in place. “Did you need something?” NRI agents didn’t usually turn up at his apartment unless Airen Cracken really wanted something.
“I, uh, yes.” She blinked again, then seemed to recover. “Emergency meeting at 0900 this morning. Bring Captain Celchu.” She held out a datacard.
Wedge took it with his free hand, taking care not to let the white towel slip. “Of course.” His good morning was starting to take a turn for the worst. While he’d really like to spend time with Iella or his shower…or, if he’d be completely honest, Iella in his shower…spending time with Cracken wasn’t high on his “fun things to do” list. “Was there anything else?”
Iella’s eyes flickered to the towel and she became red again. “No. I think that’s it.” She smoothed an invisible wrinkle on her uniform. “I’ll see you later.”
“Right.” With a pang of regret, Wedge watched her turn around and walk down the hall. Sighing, he stepped back into his apartment and keyed the lock on. The picture of him, Iella, and his shower rose up in his mind again as he walked back to the ‘fresher. Stop it, Wedge. Her husband hadn’t died that long ago. Only someone crude would try to take advantage of her like that. Even if he had been watching her from afar for some time, it wouldn’t be right.
With a sigh, Wedge stepped back into his bathroom. The hot shower was pointless now. Letting the white towel drop to the floor with his clothing, he reached in and turned the water to cold.
~*~
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019. White
Rogues: Wedge Antilles
I don't own it
Note: Written for Astro
It was one of those simple things that he absolutely had to have to be functional. It was almost – almost – as important as caf. Of course, nothing could be as important as caf; caf was the magic elixir of life that let him get through the day. However, coming in a very close second was his steam shower.
Tycho, Janson, and Hobbie had all been merciless when they’d learned he had purchased the steam shower. Most of the jokes had been along the lines of implying he preferred days in the spa to days in the simulator. Wedge secretly had to note that anyone normal would find a day of relaxation better than a day of having enemies – real or computer – shooting at them. Of course, normal people didn’t join Rogue Squadron.
Stretching sleepily, Wedge stumbled into the refresher and keyed on the light. He suppressed a yawn as he stuck his head into the steam shower and turned on the water. Real water. There were a number of showers available – sonic showers had become increasingly popular with the New Republic’s elite – but there was something about a hot, steamy, water shower that just made everything better. He could breathe better, the massaging shower head sent warm water into his tired muscles, rejuvenating him…the shower was just the best damn thing ever.
Wedge stripped out of the undershirt and boxer shorts he’d slept in, leaving them on the floor of his fresher, and climbed into the shower. Perfect. He shut the glass door behind him. With one hand, he turned on the waterproof music system. With the other, he picked up a bar of soap.
He’d just gotten a good lather from the soap when his door chimed. You’ve got to be kidding me. With a sigh, Wedge climbed out of his shower and wrapped a white towel around his waist.
The door chimed again.
“Hang on, I’m coming.” Holding the towel closed with one hand, he made his way through his tiny apartment to his front door. Wedge typed in the security code, waited for the chime signaling he could unlock the door, and keyed it open.
The woman outside blinked, then started to blush. Obviously, she hadn’t expected him to answer the door in a towel. “Er…”
“Good morning, Iella.” Wedge wondered if he sounded as awkward as he felt. Trying to channel Janson, he shifted his weight to lean against the doorframe, still holding the towel in place. “Did you need something?” NRI agents didn’t usually turn up at his apartment unless Airen Cracken really wanted something.
“I, uh, yes.” She blinked again, then seemed to recover. “Emergency meeting at 0900 this morning. Bring Captain Celchu.” She held out a datacard.
Wedge took it with his free hand, taking care not to let the white towel slip. “Of course.” His good morning was starting to take a turn for the worst. While he’d really like to spend time with Iella or his shower…or, if he’d be completely honest, Iella in his shower…spending time with Cracken wasn’t high on his “fun things to do” list. “Was there anything else?”
Iella’s eyes flickered to the towel and she became red again. “No. I think that’s it.” She smoothed an invisible wrinkle on her uniform. “I’ll see you later.”
“Right.” With a pang of regret, Wedge watched her turn around and walk down the hall. Sighing, he stepped back into his apartment and keyed the lock on. The picture of him, Iella, and his shower rose up in his mind again as he walked back to the ‘fresher. Stop it, Wedge. Her husband hadn’t died that long ago. Only someone crude would try to take advantage of her like that. Even if he had been watching her from afar for some time, it wouldn’t be right.
With a sigh, Wedge stepped back into his bathroom. The hot shower was pointless now. Letting the white towel drop to the floor with his clothing, he reached in and turned the water to cold.
~*~
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