It wasn't all about sex, Dejah genuinely enjoyed being with Lockheed. Even if it was a simple matter of resting on her couch, talking, reading, watching television. She enjoyed it all.

But this demanded her attention. Dejah couldn't take her eyes off the little white plastic test between her fingers.

With the bathroom so near her bedroom, she could hear the clack of his claws against the windowsill. Nervous, Dejah sat up and looked into the mirror, fluffing her hair and composing herself before she left the bathroom and slipped into her bedroom.

"Well, hello again," she smiles, trying to greet him with her usual warmth.