Waiting for CadDisclaimer: I do not own own Star Wars. No profit is being made from this work of fanfiction.More Like This
Summary: It’s Hoth, It’s freezing…. It’s eighteen hours until Bane’s due to pick them up. Looks like it time to break out the old cliches.
Warnings: Horrid fluff. Mildly sexually suggestive.
As the wind howled outside the cave, Aurra fiddled with the controls on the thermal unit, trying to get it to increase the meagre warmth it was emitting. It was no use though. The thing was already running on maximum. It was the tenth time she'd been on Hoth, but you never were quite prepared for the bone seeping cold.
A few meters away Hondo sat propped against a rock, breath misting the air as his frozen fingers fumbled with the screw cap on his spicewine flask. Wrapped in the sub-par survial blanket he'd taken from the escape pod, he was the very picture of Weequayan misery.
"Eighteen hours," he muttered, clen