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‘Sharing something, a goal, a meal, perhaps even a blanket, might just lead to sharing a kiss too.’


“She is already sharing her blanket with someone… just so you know.”

Vel had picked up on the words spoken between Skeen and Clem. Those about Cinta.

It wasn’t a secret after all, that she and Cinta were close. Really close. And why would it be. Love was love after all. In these times they were living in, under the yoke of the Empire, it was more important than even to have someone at your side you cared for.

Well, as far as Vel was concerned anyway, as they had yet to speak about the two of them in those exact words. The l-word, the one specific word people seemed to shun away from during these times of change. Love.

And so, no matter what their status was, the two did share more than a hammock and a blanket.


“Cinta, we need more water. Will you join me for a trip to the river?”

Vel’s suggestion thrown up in the air, the water run a good as excuse as any to spend some time alone with Cinta.

Cinta, having just returned from feeding the livestock they had at their camp. The animals kept for the cover for sure. But the group also made good use of them just the same, getting the milk which was plentiful for drinking.

“Sure, I’ve nothing else planned.”

A rare smile appeared onto Cinta’s face, her making a small joke of it. Even if the idea behind it was far from a joke. After all, here was always something to do in the camp. Whether it was planning, training for the job ahead or simply doing daily chores.

Then again, getting water was a chore. And Cinta was only too happy to join Vel for the short trip over.

Cinta and Vel had made the trip to the river, the waters clear and cold. It was a source of survival for the small group of rebels. For their drinking water, for washing themselves and their clothing.

And sometimes, a place of peace in the midst of it all.

As they reached the water’s edge, the duo placed the buckets they had been carrying for the water back on ground and quickly shed their clothing. Even if the water wasn’t as warm and inviting as on some paradise planet, the two of them had made a habit of dipping into it. 


The skinny dipping being a part of their ritual. 

The need to feel the other, in private, without prying eyes. As there really never was any privacy at the camp. Sometimes they simply held onto each other. Wanting to feel the other’s skin against their own. Other times, if the mood was right, they would make love.

And today, was one of those days.


The lingering touches, the kisses, despite the calming cool waters heated the simmering flames within the pair. It wasn’t the ideal setting for their love making, far from it. But neither of them seemed to care. The hunger for the other growing each passing touch.

They did not have much time on them. 

With the others soon to be wondering how long it took for them to fetch water. Then again, both of them suspected their partners in crime knew what they were doing at the river. Not that it mattered, not really.

Their love making brief, but satisfying, leaving them both in a state of bliss. This, stolen moment of happiness in their small bubble away from it all. Before it was time to return to the real world once again.

But, they had both chosen this life. To fight, the good fight, for them and others like them. Neither complaining about it, much.