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Author’s Notes: This is part four of Carth and Revan’s Marriage. If you haven’t read Parts one, two, and three yet, I suggest you read them! I jump around one story to another (I’m sorry) so try to keep up with me. I’m continuing on this because MaggOnsai (Arice) said so and I should finish what I started. Sorry, it took so long, too many delays. Since MaggOnsai is the funny one here and I have no sense of hurmor (stated from Gabriel), I hope it’s okay if I get to use some of her material. Do you mind? Well, here goes. It’s short.

Andria Trelyve and Atton Rand’s Apartment

 

Andria darted out of her room in the morning, her chin high in the air, to go to the refresher for a shower.

Atton rose from the couch in the living room and stood up. “Uh, good morning, Andria.”

“Hmph,” Andria ignored him and began to prepare breakfast in the kicthen.

Atton walked up to the counter and put his hand on her arm. “If this is about last night, I’m sorry.”

Andria continued on with the silent treatment which was driving Atton crazy.

“Look, I said I’m sorry already so many times. To make up for it, how about you and me go to a resturant for breakfast sometime?”

Andria ignored him still, shrugged off his hand, and grabbed a pot to make caf.

“Okay, okay I get your point. I apologized more than once, haven’t made a break for it, and offered to take you out. What else do you want from me?”

Andria turned her head to glare at him. “How about you stop nagging me and go sit down so I can make breakfast? We’ll talk later, Atton.”

“Umm, okay,” Atton nervously sat down, awaiting for his fate as a prisoner would before being executed. She’s going to break up with me, isn’t she? He wondered as he watched her make breakfast and carry it to a table.

She gestured him over, watched him sit down, placed a plate in front of him, and sat down across from him to eat.

Atton stared at his plate questionly. He wondered if Andria poisoned his food and his caf. There are a lot people in the galaxy who would want him dead. Sure, he and Andria had their moments and arguments at times. But the idea that his own girlfriend would want to kill him, that’s too hard to imagine… but not really. His ex-girlfriends go to more drastic measures to kill him but failed.

“What’s wrong? Don’t like it?” Andria asked Atton as she drank her cup of caf.

“Nothing’s wrong at all, sweetheart,” I think you’re planning to poison me with your homemade cooking. Atton supressed a smile as he took a bite which surpisely tasted good. “It’s delicious.”

“Glad to hear it,” She paused to nibble on a piece of toast. “Atton, I didn’t put poison in your food. How can you ever think that way?”

Atton shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “I wasn’t. Honest.” I don’t feel hungry anymore.

She pointed her fork at him. “You can shield your thoughts from me, you can lie to me, and you can even hide from me. But I know you. I can never hate you.”

“So can you forgive me?”

“Yes, I forgive you, Pazaak boy,” She gave him a gentle smile, making Atton feel a little better. “But…”

“But what?”

“But I’m still mad at you and you have to make it up to me.” She gave him a smug grin.

Andria’s back to her formal self. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? “Name your price and I’ll do what I can to make it up to you.”

“Good to see we’re on the same page here.”

*******

“Uh, Andria, is this really necessary?”

“You said and I quote ‘Name your price and I’ll do what I can to make it up to you.’ Isn’t that right, Atton?”

“Yeah, but this isn’t what I had in mind!”

“It doesn’t matter what you had in mind. I said you had to make it up to me and this is how.”

“How does tying me up in a corner, hands behind my back make this up to you?”

Andria put the finishing touches on the rope knots. “I should put you in a force cage but that would be too harsh. Tying you up assures me that you wouldn’t run off fooling around again. ”

“Dammit, Andria,” Atton yelled. “That kiffing hurts! When are you going to untie me?”

“Hey, trust me, this hurts me more than it hurts you. I’ll untie you when I get back from the spa.”

“And when exactly will you be back?”

Andria walked to the door to the turbolift and turned to blow Atton a kiss. “Whenever I feel like it. When I’m back, I won’t be mad anymore.”

 

 

 

 

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