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killerofstars ([info]killerofstars) wrote in [info]snapthread,
It was very quickly that Galen learned exactly the type of store they went to. It was saucy. It was spicy. The thing that this purple woman was showing them was barely anything at all that resembled covering Leia. Worse than the bikini she had worn on the beach. Was this... see through!?

Immediately Starkiller blushed and looked to Leia and back to the woman who was trying to push the lingerie onto them. There was a pull in two directions. Or three? It didn't matter. He could tell a couple things immediately. One, that Leia liked the blue piece even if she was politely declining, and the other was - he could feel how pointed Leia just wanted to leave this spot.

A wave of his hand. "There are other customers." And the woman vanished to peddle the wares on another.

It gave them the opportunity to escape. Once away, Galen sighed. "Okay, we might need directions." He laughed lightly, trying to avoid the awkward situation they had encountered. "Though.." He paused stopping in place. This wasn't private really, but there was something about the intimacy of the garment that raised a question in his head.

"What is this." He pointed back and forth between them. He needed to know. "We have nice times, like now and the beach, and then." He paused. "It's like at times you keep me at a distance." Shifting his weight. "I also sense something is different.."

He sighed. "Is it me?"


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