Best Original Relationship Kes Dameron & Poe Dameron in Black Rapier by Aiel Kes and Poe are saying farewell after a joint mission. “...I'm Poe's father, Kes." The senior Dameron put an arm around his son's shoulders. "As you might have guessed, considering how Poe and I look practically like twins." Rolling his eyes, Poe playfully nudged his father away, "Maybe thirty years ago—" "Twenty." Kes corrected with a grin, nudging Poe's chin with his fist. (...) Kes pulled Poe into a hug, "Goodbye, only son and light of my life," he adjusted the backpack on his shoulders, and then rested his hands on Poe's shoulders. "I'm very proud of you, keep breaking those Academy records, without breaking your neck. Got it?" Poe laughed and pulled his father into another hug, "I got it, I got it." He affirmed, and Kes grasped his son's face in his hands. "Good," Kes dropped his hands and grasped the straps of his backpack. "I'll come around and see you in a few months at the Academy." He raised an eyebrow. “Just one more thing. Do you want to tell me why I heard from Wes Janson, that Luke Skywalker has requested a private conversation with you?" Poe cleared his throat and folded his arms over his orange jumpsuit clad chest. "I—I'm not really sure. I talked to Luke earlier today, and then there might have been something I overheard...and maybe something he said to me," Poe grimaced. "I don't know, Dad, after all that's happened here, I'm not sure." Kes frowned, "All right. If there is anything wrong, you get in contact with me right away," he furrowed his brow. "After what I've seen here, I don't know if I'm so keen on the idea of having the head of the Jedi wanting to speak alone with my son." Zuckuss Ng’xvi-Ta’al-Lhúd & Telfien Viurraanvi in The Book of Gand by Findswoman Zuckuss and Telfien (at this point both Findsman apprentices) are on an expedition together in the mountains, where the environment is reacting strangely to Telfien’s presence; Zuckuss offers to steady her while she meditates. A good quantity of gravel clattered ominously over the edge of the ridge. Telfien recoiled and gave a mandible-pop of horror, but all was calm again within moments. Zuckuss came over beside her. “Oh, Findsman Zuckuss, this Gand is so sorry—please forgive, please—” “Do not worry, Telfien, no harm has been done.” He spoke as calmly as he could, but it worried him to see Telfien’s problems with control returning again, especially after she had made so much improvement in that area over the past weeks. Or was it something else altogether, something about the place itself? He watched her a moment as she shifted on the stone, rummaged in her inside pocket for her datapad, and set it to record the temperature, air pressure, and wind speed. A few of the white wispy mists had begun to coil around her feet and legs—but she was busy with her measurements and did not notice them. Zuckuss glanced at his own feet; the mists occasionally brushed them but were not coiling around them in the same way. Of course, he was not was preparing to meditate, as Telfien was. “There, Telfien is ready now, Findsman Zuckuss. She wonders if you could—could stand beside and assist? Please, just in case?” “Yes, Zuckuss can assist your meditation. Shall he”—his voice became quieter—“place his hand—as usual—to steady you?" Telfien gave a tiny click. “You always ask that, Findsman Zuckuss.” “Zuckuss always asks it because he must,” he retorted, clacking in mild annoyance. “Findsmaster Volokoss has told him so. Matters would be different if you were also a male, Telfien. Now answer him, please.” “Yes, Findsman Zuckuss, you may place your hand.” “Good, then.” He moved to stand behind her and laid one hand very gently on her shoulder. “Please begin.” K'Tai qel Letta-Tanku & Obi-Wan Kenobi in Interludes by K'Tai qel Letta-Tanku K’Tai takes Obi-Wan to the Healing Garden for a healing trance by proxy after using an unconventional method to keep him from needing a real healing trance. “I’m sorry Obi-Wan. I shouldn’t have removed the pain block like I did. Please forgive me.” She looked down at the floor, her cheeks reddening in embarrassment. “It’s okay K’Tai.” She looked up. “No, it’s not. I took an oath to alleviate pain and suffering, not use it to make a point, even if it was the quickest way to keep you from hurting yourself again.” Obi-Wan reached for her hand. “Really, it’s okay. I should be apologizing to you. You have done nothing but try to help me, and I shouldn’t be making your job harder by trying to sneak out of here. And truth be told, I don’t think anything short of that stunt would have convinced me to behave. I didn’t hurt enough.” He stopped and studied her face. She had the look he knew all too well, the look of a trainee who has been on the receiving end of a stern correction but was trying to hide it. He gave her a self-deprecating smile. “I hope you didn’t get into any trouble because of it.” K’Tai shrugged her shoulders and tried to act nonchalant. “Not really. Do you still want to go to the healing garden? I got permission to show you a kata used by the House Guards.” “I would like that a lot.” ----- “How about how the Force feels in this place since it’s a new experience for you? Do you feel comfortable meditating in corpse pose or would you like help into a different position?” “You mean laying on my back? Only a healer would call it corpse pose.” Obi-Wan grinned at her. “Yeah, I’m fine just lying here.” K’Tai rolled her eyes and moved to sit behind his head. Kess Antilles & Poe Dameron in Hobbie's Law by Mistress_Renata Kestrel Antilles is sent to Takodana on a secret mission for her father to pass information to the Resistance. But her Resistance contact turns out to be an old flame… Kess looked around. “We should go somewhere else.” “Fine, but we need to make it look less suspicious.” He reached across the table and took her hands. “Try to look as if you’re enjoying this. If we walk off as if we were a couple, it will seem a lot more natural.” Kess grimaced, then forced a smile. He was right. She laughed a little nervously. “So how long do we have to sit here until it seems plausible?” “I dunno. A few minutes? I should probably buy you a drink.” “Ah, the old ‘ply-her-with-booze-so-you-can-have-your-wicked-way-with-her’ trick?” He grinned. “It worked before, didn’t it?” This time her laugh was genuine. “I don’t know how to break it to you big guy, but *I* was the one playing that trick. And you fell right into my clutches.” “I threw myself into your clutches. Willingly and with gusto. And then you disappeared.” “Yeah, that’s the way it works.” He frowned. She sighed. “Why does anyone go to clubs?” she asked. “A dance, a few drinks, a little fun…it’s not meant to be anything else. Especially not during Fleet Week.” She caressed his fingers. “And it was fun.” “One of my favorite memories.” “Yeah, mine too.” This was getting uncomfortable, and the clock was ticking. Kess felt as if the brooch was burning through her jacket to her skin. Time to step it up a notch. “So,” she said, reaching up to run her fingers through his hair, “do you think we’ve talked long enough to make things look natural?” He leaned across the table, and his lips brushed her ear. “Yes,” he whispered, “let’s go.” Mara Jade Blayne & Ezra Bridger in Star Crossed by Raissa Baiard In this AU, Ezra Bridger meets a young Mara who was never discovered by the Empire. After finding out Ezra is being pursued by bounty hunters, Mara offers to help him return to the Ghost. “I can’t go back to the spaceport now; I’d lead them right to the Ghost!” Mara pursed her lips. “We could lose them in the bazaar and double back to your ship once we’ve lost them.” Oh, she was good! It was exactly what he would have suggested, and if the prospect of being chased by bounty hunters scared her, it didn't show on her face or in her presence. “I like the way you think, Ace.” She grinned back. “Good. Then it’s a date.” “So, our first date is pretending we’re regular kids while trying to ditch a couple bounty hunters? Sounds like fun to me.” “First date? You’re already counting on a second?” Mara crossed her arms and flipped her long braid over her shoulder with a quick toss of her head, but her tone was more bantering than indignant. “Are you that irresistible?” “You tell me,” Ezra said, raising an eyebrow “I think you’re incorrigible.” “I try.” Mara gave an exasperated laugh. “Come on. I’ll give you the one-credit tour of Merkesh City’s fabulous bazaar.” Ezra followed Mara back to the tidy, bustling part of the marketplace where he’d been that morning. The traffic had picked up since that morning, and the narrow streets were crowded with shoppers. A man leading a string of heavily laden eopies jostled Ezra aside. His shoulders bumped Mara’s; he gave her an apologetic glance and a nervous laugh, but after that, it seemed that she walked a little closer to him, even when there was enough room. When Ezra’s hand accidentally brushed hers, she didn’t pull away. Her fingers twined with his, and this time he couldn’t hide the crazy Loth-cat grin. The laughing smile Mara gave him in return lit the Force brighter than the sun.