FROST
By Elektra
(elektrasfic (at) yahoo.co.uk)
He can see it sparkle on
Luke’s face, sticking his eyelashes together. Not that Luke’s conscious enough
to want his eyes open. Probably a good thing considering the mauling he seems
to have taken.
It’s still damn cold in this
shelter, but anything’s better than tauntaun guts and
exposure.
For preference, he’d rather
be on a nice beach someplace warm, drink in his hand, real friendly girl in his
lap. Maybe not just any girl. Maybe the girl that
yelled at him this afternoon. The girl that breaks through
when the Princess forgets to put the frost in her eyes.