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~Oh. Oh. A flurry of thoughts – knee to groin? Forehead to bridge of nose? None of those seemed quite right – though Brooke should have already acted. It should have been instinct. For a moment Brooke was thoughtless. His mouth on hers, his arm pulling her closer – No. Stop, think. There had been a reason for this madness, somewhere. The lightsaber. Right. That’s why she was letting this man kiss her. Always for a reason, always because of a choice. ~
~ Just then – in that space of a few seconds – one of those inexplicable things happened. They had happened before; when Brooke was pressed to her limit, how she seemed to run just a bit faster than should have been possible, how she dodged blaster bolts that should have killed her, reached ledges and jumped rooftops that should meant her plummeting to the slums below. Though Brooke had not gotten her fingers around Thair’s lightsaber, suddenly she felt the cool metal of the hilt slap her hand – quietly, loud only to her sensitive ears. She had it!~
~Brooke pulled away from Thair as the hilt was firmly in her hand, a grin on her face as stepped back several paces towards the shadow of the garage, spinning the –as of now – unactivated lightsaber in front of her like a baton. If she was successful in her theft and in escaping Thair’s grasp, she would move back into her garage until there was a good six feet separating them. Brooke smiled. She had no words – she awaited Thair’s reaction.~
~ Just then – in that space of a few seconds – one of those inexplicable things happened. They had happened before; when Brooke was pressed to her limit, how she seemed to run just a bit faster than should have been possible, how she dodged blaster bolts that should have killed her, reached ledges and jumped rooftops that should meant her plummeting to the slums below. Though Brooke had not gotten her fingers around Thair’s lightsaber, suddenly she felt the cool metal of the hilt slap her hand – quietly, loud only to her sensitive ears. She had it!~
~Brooke pulled away from Thair as the hilt was firmly in her hand, a grin on her face as stepped back several paces towards the shadow of the garage, spinning the –as of now – unactivated lightsaber in front of her like a baton. If she was successful in her theft and in escaping Thair’s grasp, she would move back into her garage until there was a good six feet separating them. Brooke smiled. She had no words – she awaited Thair’s reaction.~