Before - Legends Tryst--------very short, very weird little Dooku 'romance.'

Author: Charmisjess
Rating: PG
Summary: A midnight rendezvous of a different sort.
Comments: *g* For Pekay.


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The long, teenaged body in the bed tensed in wait, while yellow Coruscant midnight flashed at the crack of the window-blinds. His Master, Thame Cerulian, had always been terribly predictable, and the secret excursion was timed with all the inane, complex precision of an addict. Soft boots down the hall, the whisper of a door closing, five minutes of waiting, and hoping, desperately hoping, and then it was go?

Out of the room, out of the quarters, and into the empty hallways he snuck, utterly soundless in step.

Dooku knew he was the best ghost in the whole Temple, even if by the time he neared the training room, he couldn?t help but run; the book clutched tightly against his chest.

She was always waiting there, exactly as he had left her. And she was perfect.

It was as if she had been made just for him; the way she stretched out his long limbs, and turned his awkwardly tall form into such a graceful, intensely elegant thing. He loved her curves and spins, her intricacies, her mystery. Very often, in the middle of it, he would have to drop to his knees over the book and desperately read for clues to the next plot of the form. Panting, he would sketch the possible movements described in the text, until finally he discovered which one worked in practicality.

Then their passion would fill the room like a lightstorm, until everything was humming, rushing and entirely scalding. It together frightened and exhilarated him, the way the Force took his body, the way every cell seemed to be singing a song he?d never learned, but knew.

It always startled him to find that the night had run out. He barely had time to dash through a shower and fly back to his quarters before Thame got up for another sleepy day of teaching him history, politics and starmaps.

Because his Master never appreciated the Makashi lightsaber form like he did.


~end~

 

*cheeks blow out* *snort*

I was wondering at first, how they let this on the boards... ...but with the little twist at the end...wonderfully Dooku (I imagine...I don't know young Dooku too well).

Great job!

 

Loved it!

 

Howdy, Charm!

I liked this! Like L_K said, at first I was like, "What??" But the last sentance cleared it all up, and everything fell into place.

His Master, Thame Cerulian, had always been terribly predictable, and the secret excursion was timed with all the inane, complex precision of an addict. Soft boots down the hall, the whisper of a door closing, five minutes of waiting, and hoping, desperately hoping, and then it was go?

It's so like Dooku to be exactly, precisely correct, down to the second, I imagine. And there's something about your word choice that I love: lightstorm, yellow Coruscant midnight. I'm not sure why, but your descriptions always paint scenes in such a wonderfully different, clear light.

Nice job!

 

Oooooh, strange things does Dooku crave, eh??? Intriguing. I suppose his master will catch him burning the candle at both ends sometime, but he won't be able to deny that Dooku's first love is. . . . the Force?

 

Lumi: Hee! *ducks!* Sorry, dearie. I couldn't resist. Lightsaber forms are very sexy, in my opinion.

Vadey: You are so kind, I appreciate the review! I'm glad you liked--I was a bit nervous posting it, it is a strange little thing.

Star! Thank you so much! I so appreciate the feedback; I agonized quite a bit over making the description 'Coruscanty'--the planet has such a distinctive air to it in the movies, I really wanted to capture a bit of it--just a bit. It makes me very glad that the words worked on some level. You are a sweetie. ^^

ardavenport: I have always quietly shipped Dooku/Makashi. Young Dooku always seemed to me like a bit of a bookworm after Lorian left...I mean, historian Master, librarian friend, betrayal complex..? Not to steryotype, of course.