Thrawn returned to his quarters, after a particularly difficult day. C’Baoth had been a specific pain, along with the workings of Niles Ferrier which didn’t brighten his day at all.

Hoping to get rid of the stress he never showed, he headed to the refresher and decided the best way to get rid a lot of it was to start on the physical level, beginning with the one luxury he had and no one else on the ship could do; take a bath.

The cleaning droid watched blankly as Thrawn flung aside his uniform top, which it picked up, then walked into the ‘fresher. He pulled a couple towels from a cabinet set them aside, set the water temperature, and let the tub fill. In the meantime, he stripped off the rest of his uniform, completely revealing his pale blue form. Not caring what the droid saw, he walked out, tossed aside the rest of his uniform, grabbed a robe and went back in.

Now filled to his liking, Thrawn entered the pool of warm water, sat down and closed his eyes, in an attempt to stop thinking for a while. Unfortunately, he soon fell asleep where he sat.

Sometime later, he awoke to some rather welcomed stimulation. Or at least he thought he was awake. It felt like a pair of hands was running over his form in a rather seductive manner, which at this point, he didn’t mind at all. He remained where he was, and let the being continue working. The pair of hands moved lower reaching his streathed manhood, and began to caress that as well. Stifling a groan, Thrawn finally opened his eyes and looked at the person in front of him. He opened his eyes to a beautiful member of his race. “Akira. . ..” he breathed, as she smiled to him. She was a more than welcome person to visit.

She continued her ministrations over his lower region, pulling him out of his sheath, and continued her slow, torturous massage over his member, causing him to attempt to hold back further grunts and moans.

She had worked him to a rather intense point, when she stopped. She had quickly moved out of the tub, grabbed one of the towels, and started to dry herself off some. Thrawn was soon to follow. He had an idea. He pick ed up the other towel and started to dry her off, slowly working his way over her body returning the favor. She responded quite well, letting loose her own shouts of pleasure.

When she was dry, she once again started on him, drying the rest of the way, spending more time caressing his manhood, except this time, it was with a towel. Letting the groans escape more this time, but once again, once he as soon as he felt himself reach the edge, she stopped. This time she walked into the rest of his quarters.

Once again, he followed, hoping that this time she won’t run away on him. This game they had played before. She knew what he wanted, but was going to make it a bit more difficult than any other female usually did, for most females were instantly his. She liked to turn the tables on him.

He came up behind her, hoping to grasp her and keep her from leaving again, but she was too quick for him. She grabbed his wrist and elbow, and turned him around, bringing him down onto the bed, flat on his back. A move he wasn’t expecting for she was gifted for being actually able to surprise Thrawn every once and a while.

After that, she pinned him down, sitting on his legs, leaving his hard blue cock straining for release and resting in front of her slit. She looked at it, then to him, smiling , letting loose a soft, seductive laugh at his torment. Thrawn shifted uncomfortably under her, looking up at her.

She smiled again and stroked him ever so gently, making him close his eyes and groan. She softly moved his member in her hands, softly fingering the head. His hips squirmed under her after a couple minutes, his breath coming in shorter gasps. She looked up to him, his head moving lazily, eyes closed, moaning softly. She stops, quickly getting his attention.. He opened his eyes and looks at her, a faint whine escaping his lips, attempting to move his trapped hips. Finding that he could neither get her to do what she was doing, nor stab into her, he loosed another soft whine.

She moved, positioning herself over his member, holding him gently in her hand. She placed his head right at the entrance of her hole. He tried to push into her, but her hand on his stomach was strong enough to keep him still.

He whimpered softly again . She smiled at his torment. He was too used to the ladies he met quickly becoming putty in his hands, melting instantly to his will and doing whatever he pleased. She was the only one who even posed a challenge to him. He still kept struggling, her damp hole leaking fluid onto his member along with what was seeping out of him.

He lie back, flopping, his attempts coming to a stop. At that point she smiled, and slowly lowered herself onto him, his thick member entering her. She moaned softly as his member penetrated her, Thrawn himself groaning, finally being able to enter her. When she settled upon him, firmly impaled by him, she stopped for a minute, allowing her self to get used to his endowed self. She reached forward and rubbed his chest, hands running over his smooth skin, coming to an end when they got to his nipples and played with them. His head was back again, pressed into the pillow, eyes closed, groaning.

She took a deep breath and started her first rise upon him. He moaned and tried to match her movements, but she pushed his hips still with her hands and kept thrusting on him. Light moans started to escape her lips as she continued, beginning to move faster upon him. Thrawn’s breath was getting heavier and his moans louder, while she moved upon him.

With a louder moaning growl, and several succeeding grunts, he came deep within her. She smiled when he did this, finally driving him to release. His muscles finally relaxed after much tension, lying there, panting after his release. She rubbed his chest as he lie panting, smiling.

He looked up at her smiling, then sat up, still encased within her, and kissed her, wrapping his arms around her. He drew back for a second, “Now it’s my turn.”

“Noo..,” she said, pushing him back down. “You’ve had a hard day. I could tell that when I got here and you went into the shower like that and fell asleep, not noticing me like that.”

He looked at her, thinking. “You were here when I came in?”

She nodded. “You were tired. You miss things when you exhaust yourself. Knathrac sent me to be with you even though you want me where I would be safe because she was worried about you.”

He nodded his head slowly, knowing that the trickster could be right when he least expected it.

He rubbed her thighs softly and smiled as he thought about that, very happy to see his love for the first time in a long time, then brought his lips to hers in a tender kiss.

She nuzzled her head into his shoulder, he ran his fingers through her dark hair, wrapping an arm around her. He nosed her hair, taking in her scent, then kissed her gently. She curled up to him and hugged to him tightly. He pulled her down, to lie curled up next to him, he head settling on his shoulder. They stayed there for a few minutes, before Thrawn got up, gathered the sheets and pulled them over her. He slid in next to her, Akira regaining her curled up position next to him, using his muscled blue shoulder as a pillow. He smiled, nuzzling the top of her head.

A short while later they fell asleep in each other’s arms, a gentle smile on both of their faces, happy for their long coming reunion.