twelve_not_fourteen | Walking the earth with eyes turned skywards ...

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Walking the earth with eyes turned skywards ...

A shame that he isn't moving all that slow and that he can't read her thoughts. If he was to know she was in a hurry - he'd have a lazy smile on his lips and Han would have to make some mention of her wanting to rush into getting him alone.

Instead, she's treated to what it's like to walk through a dingy alley with Han Solo. If she were to look carefully at his face, it would be a bit hard to read. He has a look on it that seems to be looking at everything at once or possibly nothing at all.

He, also, might be a tad more quiet now than he was inside the cantina. Not to the point of being unfriendly or in a way that suggests he doesn't want to talk anymore, but ... he does seem slightly different now.

"My ship is still half taken apart." He reminds her with a half hearted shrug. "I can't go anywhere in a hurry."

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She can't help but laugh out loud when the green one blows a raspberry at Han. Carol didn't come to this section of the galaxy to pick up a droid, but it's feeling very tempting to leave with one. It'd probably drive her cat crazy, but how can she resist?

Carol leans down next to Han to get a closer look. "Interesting. And you just hook 'em up? Or do you need special programming?"

It's a good thing she's so engrossed in the droid brains or she'd be thinking about how close she was to him and if it would be okay to just kinda make out a little on top of his ship.

“It’s more like plug them in and let them learn.”

Droid brains have an advantage over an organic brain by being able to directly connect to various networks of data, but they don’t come off the factory line knowing everything. Experience makes them better thinkers too. It’s another way that those little droids end up being a lot like people.

Orange hums a question to the pair of them. Han, having a passable understanding of basic, takes it upon himself to answer.

“No. She’s not part of the crew. She’s ... my friend.”

The word friend seems to come out of Han’s mouth like he isn’t used to saying it. It isn’t until he flicks his gaze over to her, wondering if ‘friend’ was an apt enough description for them, that Han realizes how close they are.

"Wow. That's really impressive. I may have to pick one up before I leave this section of the galaxy."

She still totally fascinated by the different Droid brains and their personalities and how they can just plug in and start leaning when he looks over at her. Carol glances back and it's enough to pull her attention away from the brains.

"Yeah, a friend. Hopefully one he'll get to know a little better." Her smile widens and she gently bumps his shoulder with her own. Hopefully that passes as flirting in these parts. Just in case it doesn't, she leans in a little closer. Now she's definitely thinking about kissing him on top of his ship, and you know what? She's going to.

He’s glad that the droid brains ended up impressing her. Han would have hated to have the one thing she seemed to be really looking forward to seeing on his ship be a big dissapointment. Not that he isn’t used to letting people down at this point, but ... he really didn’t want to let Carol down.

Since the smuggler has seen droids around since he was old enough to crawl around, they don’t seem all that impressive to him. Moreover, he’s had a bad enough experience with a stubborn droid in the past that he’s carried around a silent grudge for the last couple of years. He thinks most people would feel the same in his place. So, for a moment, he doesn’t really know what to say. He doesn’t want to spoil her fun, but he doesn’t have a lot of nice things to say either.

Then the kiss comes and he thankfully doesn’t need to say anything. He finds himself drawing into her and holding when his hands feel near enough to do it. Orange hums something kindly in the background while their lips press together.

“If you keep making me feel so welcome, you’re never gonna get rid of me, sweetheart.” He murmurs when their kiss finally breaks. Han’s is smiling that lopsided smile that is distinctly his.

Had she known this was all going through his head she would tell him that he really doesn't have to try and impress her. That even if the droid brains hadn't impressed her that she wouldn't have felt let down. The fact that he's so willing to show her what he has is the point.

During the kiss Carol shifts in closer to him. Because despite how independent she is, Carol finds herself really liking the feeling of Han's hands on her and his arms around her. Also that crooked grin of his. And the thought of him sticking around for a while is very pleasing. "If anything, you're going to get sick of me," she counters. And that's not just her trying to be cute - that's generally how things go with her and men.

"So, ah, should we see if Chewie's back with those data pads?" Because talking about ships with a handsome guy who just showed off cool droid brains is kind of ticking all of her boxes. His friend will be a good distraction from the fact that the one kiss wasn't really enough.

“Yeah.” He draws the word out like he needs an extra second or two to convince himself. “We should check in with Chewie.”

There’s reluctance in his eyes when he pulls back from her, but he does ultimately ease back. It does mean the droids will have to be shut back in and all three voices make a short protest at virtually the same time - apparently the idea of being closed back in doesn’t entirely win over the droids.

“Guys, we’ll come back later.”

She nudges him lightly with her shoulder. “There’s more where that came from, handsome.” Because honestly, if they continued, it was going to escalate to the point where clothes were going to come off. On top of his ship.

Then, to the droids, “Yeah, we’ll talk again.” She has to leave this quadrant with a droid. She’s decided.

But she slowly straightens into a standing position and then offers him a hand to get up.

Getting busy on top of ones own spaceship is really one of those things that should stay a fantasy anyway. Unless he somehow ended up as durable a Carol is ... then it wouldn’t be advisable because it’s lewd, not because he was likely to get bruised or cut on something.

The thing of it is, Captain Danvers stokes his fire in just the right way. A way that makes you need to remind yourself that certain ideas are bad ones.

“See, she promises.” Han murmurs to the brightly colored brains. “Go back to sleep for a while.”

Before there can be any bargaining for more company from the think machines Han starts to shut them back in. If he was the type of person that liked droids, he supposed he’d feel more guilty about waking them up only to shut them back in a few minutes later. Then again, who knows, maybe being able to have even a brief chat was the thrill of a droid brains life and the promise of another visit later was enough to satisfy them.

“Chewie should be back by now.” The words that finally break the short silence. “Probably loading the data onto the one right now.”

With that, Captain Solo begins to climb back down the side of the ship so they can get onboard.

Yeah, yeah. Social protocol, safety...they might be important but they're kind of a buzzkill when she'd like to do more than share a heated kiss with Han on top of his ship. Honestly she's all about safety and good ideas most of the time, but then there are times when she can't help being a little impulsive.

"All right. Let's go find out," she agrees and waits as he moves past her to start climbing down the edge of his ship. Once again she takes the easy and fancy way by floating up and over the edge. But she still respects that it's his ship and waits for him to take the lead on heading inside.

It’s nice of her to wait, especially with it being her first time on the Bria and not knowing where everything is. It wasn’t exactly the kind of ship that you could lost on, though. It’s kinda small. Whatever Captain Solo was trying to get around the authorities, it wasn’t large shipments of cargo.

Anyway, Han thumbs a series of keystrokes into a fairly well hidden security pad on one of the legs of the ship. A green light flashes and the ramp lowers slowly down to the ground. The ramp leads into a modest cargo hold. It looks like if you packed very carefully, you might be able to fit half a dozen crates in the hold. Toward the back of the ship is a small cabin, a refrigeration unit and a fresher. Toward the front, the cockpit, where a Wookiee is tapping carefully onto a tablet.

“Did you have any trouble?”

Han’s partner barks back a negative.

He had said that he didn't carry a ton of cargo and she can see why now. Whatever he did smuggle had to be small or of a digital nature. That was actually quite clever as she assumed that most smugglers had giant ships that would be very obvious to their purpose.

She can also tell why he was so fascinated by Harrison's size.

But she walks in behind him, taking in the details of the ship. In truth, it's actually much bigger than the single plane that she does own. But she likes the Bria, and in no small part because of how much she likes the owner.

"Thanks for doing this," she says, offering the Wookie a wave.

Her thinking is on the right track. Han falls of plenty of people's radars simply because of the size of his ship. As for the sizes of his hauls, yes, they were usually pretty small. They were often hidden in compartments built into the floors and some of the walls too ... with whatever was sitting in the hold acting as distraction from the valuable stuff.

Chewbacca barks a kind reply and you don't have to speak shyriiwook to tell that he was probably saying 'you're welcome'.

"So, Carol, you're gonna get two pads from us. One loaded up with the Bria's star charts and a blank one for you to give back to us. If you, you know, want to return the favor. It would make finding you a lot easier when you go back home."

That was Han's plan anyway. How much she'd be willing to go along with it would be up to her. It's not like he could make her give that info up ....

Apparently one cereal box had been enough to endear Chewbacca to her. Well, at least a little. Regardless, it was nice to have him respond kindly instead of the growling, concerned friend that they had woken up to this morning.

A smile forms on her lips as he mentions being able to find her when she goes home. "I'll give you something," she promises, but she's debating just on how much. She trusts Han and Chewie, of course, but people didn't want Earth's coordinates just handed out at random. The best defense against alien invasion was them not knowing that you exist.

Still, she's very tempted to give them at least the space between them and Earth. It might be a little selfish but she definitely likes the idea of Han being able to find her.

"But with this data, I don't have to hurry on home."

Han smiles his lopsided smile. It wasn't as cut and dry as giving him an exact route and he figured that it might not be, but she did make it clear that she liked the idea of them being able to meet up.

"That's true. I'll have some time to convince you not to go back at all." A joke. He doesn't really think he's gonna have a lot of success with that, but hey ... you can't blame a scoundrel for trying.

Chewie turns off the datapad that he was messing with and replaces it carefully into the packaging it came with. Then both pads get placed into a messenger style bag for easy carrying later. He walks over and presents the bag to Carol.

Believe it or not, the wookiee is quietly hopeful that she'll accept the offering. He feels bad that their first meeting had to be while he was yelling, but ... that was Han's fault. He should have let him know that he was okay.

Carol gives Han a grin before shaking her head a bit. "You're certainly welcome to try." It would probably be impossible to convince her never to go back, but it wouldn't take much for him to convince her to stick around far longer than she anticipated.

Then she looks back at Chewbacca with a warm smile. Reaching out she takes the bag and slings it over her head. "Thank you, Chewbacca. I really appreciate you doing this for me." She'll have to repay him with some more cereal because this is definitely going to help her out big time. It was Han's idea but she plans to pay him back in other ways.

Realizing that they've pretty much accomplished their mission, she takes another glance around the ship. "So what's on your agenda today, guys?"

"Still gotta get the Bria ready for her next trip into space. 'nother couple of hours and we should be ready to go."

He should have probably been working on it with Chewie last night, but ... he doesn't really regret getting sidetracked considering how well that it turned out. At this point, though, he's probably hitting the limit of how long that he drag his feet. He needs to get back to work so that he and his partner can start getting paid.

"How 'bout you?"

Carol patted the bag at her side. "I gotta upload this data you gave me and figure out what kind of data to hand over."

She glances over at Chewie and then back to Han. "Should I stop by later? Or will you swing by mine to say goodbye?" Not because Carol needs to know exactly what he does and when, but because she'd like to squeeze in another make out session before he heads out, if he's willing.

She isn't striking him as overly possessive. To be honest, Han is getting a kick out of the fact that she wants to know what he's up to and wants to see him off. You can tell by that crooked grin spreading over his features.

"I'll come to you."

It was the more sensible choice. Han and Chewie didn't know exactly when they were gonna finish, after all. Not to mention her place was going to offer them a little more privacy ...

That crooked grin of his is well on its way to becoming one of the few things that makes Carol Danvers weak in the knees.

"Great. See you then." Then she adjusts the bag on her shoulder and gives Chewie a wave. "Good to meet you. Try and keep this one," she gestures at Han, " out of trouble, if you can." Carol has decided that she definitely likes Chewie and she's going to send back a couple of cereal boxes with Han for him.

Chewie makes a barking noise. It doesn't sound particularly confident, but generally positive. Which, considering Han, makes sense when a person is talking about keeping him out of trouble.

Han crosses his arm over his chest. "I do not make it more challenging than it ought to be."

Solo then glaces back to Carol, which makes him feel better. She makes him want to smile more than he's used to. He makes a point of politely walking her to the ramp to see her off and when they're just out of sight of his partner, he sneaks a kiss goodbye in there too. Or is it a kiss so long?

It's a kiss until later today when they're both done with their work. The kisses then might be kisses so long. It's such a nice kiss that she grabs a fistful of his jacket to keep him close for another. "Very glad I walked into that cantina," she murmurs when the second is done.

She takes a step back because she knows that if she doesn't, it's just going to get harder to walk away. "See you later," she says with a grin before turning and committing to walking back to her ship.

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