NC-17! Adults only

When I come to my senses again he's still dozing against me, his face tense, our breath still heaved. I kiss his temple gently, soft hair tickling my skin, perspiration scenting them in salt. He shivers as we disentangle our bodies, his eyes still hazy, his cheeks rosy like the skin on the side of his neck around the bite I left on him.

"Lorth."

His eyes focus again on my face. He's again himself, almost, at least- the confidence in his gaze holding a good part of doubt, even embarrassment, though softened into some of his good old arrogance, just like I know I'm now eyeing him not so differently from usual. Once more I feel arousal graze my nerves at this instinctive unspoken exchange.

Our clothes are a mess on the floor, and I don't care. I overstep them and check the door- not that somebody usually wanders in this part of the ship, or that I hope to keep my father out of this. Lorth doesn't follow me until I smirk at him and walk into the refresher. He follows me like a feline, elegant and inconspicuous, leaning into the door's frame behind me. Water begins to rush into the sink and I motion him to enter, silently bringing my drenched hand to his injured neck.

"Here." It feels eerie to be there with him, naked and dishevelled and still looking dignified, even if, obviously, this state is affecting him somehow. His breath comes caress my chest, and it doesn't take that much time for his hand to join, his thumb caressing the underside of a breast slowly, daringly.

"You look a mess."

"Why, thank you. I should leave you like this, lucky guy, and fed you and your lovebite to your envious fellows-"

"I do have a high collar, thank you." Damn Palpatine and his uniforms. "Besides, I'm the Captain. Nobody-"

"Okay. No need to remind me of your achievements." The hand creeps bolder towards my nipple. Our bodies get closer into a comfortable, intimate warmth. I smile as he gets more predatory. I roll my eyes in mock annoyance. "I'm sorry you can't have any height advantage-"

"It's easier this way…"

What's happening to us? This is a serious question, mind you. Who could ever suppose our apt Admiral could- And it's not like I'm complaining, only a more comfortable place would be nice for what we both are planning- "The bathtub."

"Spoiled girl."

I move backwards dragging with me an armful of Needa. The steel is cold around the warmth of the water gradually covering us. We lazily enjoy a new exploration, memorizing every nuance of each other's body, every spot that we could later exploit. I study his face for the first time since this whole affair began, his grey eyes, the familiar air of good boy and the ordinary feature as lightened by the fire of passion, now burning a bit less intensely in this time of love. It's strange and unfamiliar- we are naked, and never before I had more perception of all the masks there were between us before, now that they all disappeared leaving the two of us unclothed and exposed in more than one way. I find myself hunting for some kind of humanity in his appearance- little scars under his left nipple, the teasing inconsistence of his touch, the luscious skin of his lower lip getting paler under his teeth in pleasure and concentration, the stubble shivering against my open mouth, tasting like sweat and pleasure and something else I should call like him.

Kissing becomes languid, like an enlightening of the water's strokes against my legs, supporting my breast to his skin. Never before I truly enjoyed that only luxury my father has wanted into our quarters, child of the desert thirst and dry, spartan life. Slowly I ease him on his back, kicking the controls into giving us only a delicate blossoming-sounded of water, trying the sensitive, strong skin of his legs with my own legs. Already moistened curls trail on the water as I kiss his torso, crawling inch by inch into the right position to truly begin the dive. His tongue takes my mouth and I let myself enjoy the elegant game of dance- and then he presses me down, filling me easily. I break the kiss half laughing at his unexpected move or half moaning. We begin a rhythm we can lose ourselves into, reducing my perception to the pleasure filling my body and the dark smoke of his eyes, growing unfocused to the point where, startling quick, climax makes us splash in little, convulsing waves the coldening water.

to be continued...