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  1. #41
    It was a knowing grin that she sent his way, their heads a scant few centimeters apart. His hand over hers, holding rather than sliding it aside, was warm and firm. Her eyes shifted in a fleeting look to his lips, and she bit her own lower lip in anticipation. A measured, slow bite that left nothing in question.

    "I know just the place," she answered in a low, husky tone before closing that impossibly close breath of space between them for another kiss.

    Her free hand fumbled into her clutch purse, and finding a handful of credit chits, she scooped them out and onto the bar top.

  2. #42
    "I am once more deferring to your judgement," he breathed, and offered her his arm. "Shall we?"

  3. #43
    Pai was an attentive bartender, all things considered. He'd deftly snatched away their drinks to transfer the contents into plastic cups (and was so kindly mindful enough to make sure that the garnishes stayed with the drinkers),his stubby fingers surprisingly dextrous as they quickly tended (ha!) to the task at hand. The amount of the chits that had been left for him more than made up for the fleeting presence of the couple now currently sucking the air from one another.

    * * *

    By the merciful heavens they had managed to score a lift alone to the spire that Alderaan was docked at.

    The lack of any other body, and with her drink still in hand, Cerie pressed herself into Vance, her free hand coming up to grip his collar and haul his head down to her level for a round of applause-less enjoyment. She let herself be backed up against the wall, feeling a delightful surge in her body as he moved swiftly into her personal space. And when the both of them came up for air, the blonde was quick to nestle into the crook of his neck, giving a teasing nibble to the underside of his jaw.

  4. #44
    With no one around to watch, he found his ever waning self-restraint quickly disappearing, virtually sucked out by Cerie's kisses and her expressions, somehow both supremely confident and endearingly hopeful at once. Her dress was getting rumpled, her hair was already slightly disheveled, and by the stars she was beautiful.

    The lift stopped and the doors opened, and she was back to pulling him along with her to a hatch, her hand slapping the wall to find the door control. They tripped and rolled along the umbilical's wall, and nearly tumbled down the ramp into a mostly empty and dimly lit cargo bay.

    "Is this," he managed to get out around through kisses, "Alderaan?"

    "Mhm," she breathed, her hands gliding up and down his back.

    "Good chance of a fall happening here," he said critically, and hooking one arm around her legs and the other around her back, he lifted her up and held her close. "Show me the way, Miss Moreau."

  5. #45
    There was no worrying about whether either Shuvin or Ben would be aboard; The Togruta would no doubt be completely taken with the Tea House. Ben was off to the merchants sector and the swap market that had become rather popular with mechanics, engineers, and the captains of cargo freighters. So that meant that for now, Alderaan was all hers. And Vance's.

    Being scooped up as though she was some sort of actual damsel elicited a slight 'eep' of surprise, but it was soon stifled by anticipation and a return to his neck.

    "Down that little hall," she murmured, "... around that turn, and first door right... there."

    She had the wherewithal to at least lean over from his hold to palm the door panel, and it whisked aside to reveal a room that was in a strange state of controlled and organized chaos.

    Her bed was covered in blankets; some soft plush, others fake fur, and even another few that were possibly the softest in existence, it seemed. Two pillows were stacked atop one another at the head of the bed, and the latest issue of Heavy Bionics was on top of those. Two lothcat stuffed animals had been shoved into the corner, one cream with purple stripes, and the other one bright red and orange. They'd been an impulse buy at the last stopover they'd had, as those smiling faces had won her over and she had to have them.

    Her small closet was partially open, to reveal her small wardrobe of both everyday clothes and even a few of her costume uniforms. The desk held a small collection of aged and anooba-eared old style books that looked as though they had been read much more than just once. The titles on the spines were embossed in faded letters, showing off their age.

    Architecture of the Old Republic
    The Kanz Disorders
    The Beast Wars of Onderon
    Abridged Diaries of Nomi Sunrider


    There were also datapads piled on the floor next to the desk, each with libraries of so many books. A makeshift shelf had been installed over the desk, and it too held a few books, but also a few random collectible figurines from the recently popular holo Game of Sabers.


    But all of this was the background, and ignored in the face of the much more immediate... activities.

    The door swiftly closed behind them, and Cerie levered herself up in his arms.

    "Cerie," she breathed as she slid the rest of her body from his hold. Her hands traveled down his chest, fingers splayed out to feel as much of his torso beneath the shirt's fabric as possible before two fingers hooked themselves into the beltloops of his trousers. The blonde tugged him along with her over the - admittedly - short distance to her bed.

    The heels had been kicked off, which brought her down a few inches more, but it bothered her little as she felt her calves bump into the edge of the mattress.

    Her fingers wound themselves out from the beltloops and her hands slid around his waist, unashamedly helping herself to two scoops.

    "... just call me Cerie."

  6. #46
    "Cerie," he said, as if testing the way her name sounded. Her hands squeezed in return, and by that point he was well and truly determined to make sure that she would have no doubt as to why she was sore in the morning. With that in mind, his jacket and shirt were taken off and dropped to the floor in moments, and his fingers drifted around to find the zipper of her dress.

  7. #47
    Held in his arms as his hands moved to the zipper of her dress, Cerie reciprocated. Her own arms shifted back, fingertips tracing lazy, almost teasing patterns along his waist before finding his come-hither lines and running along their softly-defined contours until she reached the top button of his trousers.

    She could feel his arousal on the other side of the fabric, and made quick work of freeing him from his own zippered dungeon. In a smooth motion she slid one hand downward, and while he wasn't at full mast just yet, she could at least help him along that road.

    "Mmmm," the low moan was purred out, as she felt his teeth take gentle hold of an earlobe. In return, she took tender hold of him, her fingers fanning out for a moment before sliding back to the base. And then, like a sweet whisper, she let them wind their way toward the tip at a maddening slow pace, ending in a teasing swirl before returning for a repeat.

  8. #48
    The dress fell gracelessly from Cerie's form, but any chance of his drinking in the sight of Cerie was dashed when she so teasingly caressed him. The sensation, while expected, overwhelmed his senses for a brief moment. He voiced his pleasure lowly, a warm low tone breathed out into her ear from deep within his chest. The sound brought him back from the hazy-mindedness that her touch brought him to, but instead of being clear, he was hot and humid, like a summer's day back home.

    He pushed Cerie back onto her bed, and let his hands flow down and touch her, exploring her breasts and sides and stomach, and even while he was riding that wave within him, rocking his hips slightly as her hand drifted back and forth, he was watching and listening, cataloguing her gasps and moans and the way she looked at him when his own fingers found her wet slit. With his own teasing motion, he mimicked her movements, rubbing and pressing when she squeezed ever so slightly, caressing and teasing when she only barely touched it, and finding her nub when she played with the tip of his member.

  9. #49
    Lost in the waves of pleasure for a time, Cerie instinctively arched her back as two of his fingers slowly curled upward inside of her. Then they straightened back out before curling once more. It was enough to make her let out a staggered, breathless sigh, hips bucking slightly out of pure reaction. Her own ministrations were as steady as she could maintain, but then she released him, both hands now traveling up his chest, fingernails dragging with deliberate pressure.

    Taking hold of his shoulders, the blonde gave a surprising show of carnal force as she rolled them both over.

    She straddled his stomach and leaned forward to press her lips to his in a frenzied kiss. The feel of his cock against her backside only gave her more incentive, and releasing him with a hungry grin, Cerie let her body snake downward. Her tongue blazed a trail from his throat to his collar bone, then further down along his sternum.

    She moved like a wave, lifting up only enough to clear his erection; though not quite enough so that the tip could kiss along her outer folds. And then she felt it along her midsection. Both of her hands slid along the length of his arms, then palms met palms, then fingertips met fingertips, and then finally she held fast to his waist as her tongue made a lazy loop around his belly button and the beginning of his delightful happy-trail. She felt his stiffness between her breasts, and paused for only a few precious seconds to relish the feeling.

    Her eyes tilted up then, to look at him as her mouth once more continued its southward trajectory with one destination in mind.

  10. #50
    It was maddening, having all these sensations but nothing to really do with or for them. Being surrounded by Cerie's breasts was a feeling that he couldn't adequately describe, a soft pillowy weight that at once was divine and uncomfortable but more than that as well; and the awareness of her nipples as they dragged along his skin was intoxicating.

    He met her eyes, and that look she had right before taking his erection into her hot wet mouth made his own mouth dry. He gripped her hands, and his prick pulsed as that first wave of wet heat seemed to rush through his shaft down to his testicles and then further, right into his stomach and chest. He panted as if he were running a race and let out a low, wordless moan.

    Cerie's answer was to hum and smile around him and squeeze his hands.

  11. #51
    It was just the reaction she was hoping for, and Cerie couldn't help but let her tongue lazily zig-zag over the underside of his shaft as she slowly pulled up. Moments later she slid down its length once more to take as much of him into her mouth as she possibly could. Up again, and this time she made sure to circle the tip before another descent.

    Her motions were smooth and gentle, and the blonde took her cues from the pace of his breathing and the throaty murmurs of pleasure that she could hear from him. His grip on her hands was a good indicator as well.

    His own vocalizations were enough to further along her own arousal, and she could feel that telltale tingle that was the first sign of a desire to be filled. She wanted him in her, wanted to feel that first wonderful moment when he pushed himself inside. Just the thought of it made her moan around his stiffness, and with one last weaving trail of her tongue, she came up, letting him free from the warm confines of her mouth.

    A hungry inhale of breath, and her tongue darted out to lick at the small drop of precum that had managed to collect at one corner of her lips.

    She rose to her knees and released his hands so that she could crawl forward once more, aligning their hips, hovering just above him like some torturous pendulum that refused to fall just yet.

    Palms came down to either side of his head then, and panting, she lowered herself only enough so that the tip of his cock barely pressed into her.

    "Now," her words were breathlessly gasped out through the veil of her desire and need and Cerie resumed the exquisite descent, feeling him penetrate past her inner folds and into her soft depths, "... don't you dare fuck like an Imperial."

  12. #52
    Any response he could have made to that statement was effectively and utterly strangled by the feeling of being sheathed within Cerie. His hands flashed to her hips and pulled her down while his own bucked up. They both gasped at the movement and stilled, getting used to the rush of sensations and the cocktail of endorphins rushing through their blood.

    The feel of her was at once both incredibly muted and extremely sharp. That wet heat was both his whole world, but he could also smell her arousal, feel the sheets and blankets beneath him, and hear her panted breath at the same time; he was awash in these sensations and was having trouble focusing on all of them, or even a number of them at once, and so he was registering them in flashes: she moved and his whole existence was his dick, pulsing and erect inside her; he sat up, and the feel of the sheets underneath him was overpowering; wrapping his arms around her and pumping her up and down, he could feel her breath on his ear and hear her moans reverberating down into his core; he laid atop her and began to thrust, exploring her and touching her, and the scent of their mingled arousal and sweat was so thick he could almost taste it.

    Her legs curled around him, and he held himself up so as to watch her pleasure while they ground their hips together, and now he could feel her trembling beneath him, her core getting hotter and wetter and instinctively he picked up the pace of his thrusts to match her gasps while her hands clenched almost painfully on his upper arms.

  13. #53
    She let her head fall back as her entire body rocked with each one of his thrusts, feeling as his hands wandered over her in search of anything and everything. Her legs around him provided her with means to root herself to him, and letting go of his arms, Cerie gripped the blankets beneath her as she bit her bottom lip. Her body craved more, and she was ever so happy to oblige.

    It was as he drew back for another push inward that she didn't wait for him to come down, instead bucking up to swallow him once more. She held then, and in the next moment gave the slightest roll of her hips while at the same time giving a tantalizing squeeze to his cock. It was such a lovely sensation, to hold him inside of her with the barest of movements on the outside, but a devilish application of her pelvic muscles working to torture him from her warm depths.

    Looking up at him perched over her, she gave him a carnal grin right before she flexed again in concert with another gentle hip roll.

    One hand came up then to dance a fingertip around one of his nipples before continuing upward to palm the back of his neck and haul him down for a manic kiss.

    "I... I can do this all... all night," she gasped out in a low, husky tone.

    And as if to punctuate her words, she seemed to melt further into him even as she gave his cock another gentle squeeze.

  14. #54
    The feeling he got from being massaged while inside of her was incredible, it made him moan and laugh at the same time.

    "All night? Stars, I don't know how much longer I'll last," he gasped when he finally remembered how to form words, and wasn't being wonderfully suffocated by Cerie's lips. He rolled his hips in time with hers, savoring that molten heat enveloping him, and then started thrusting again, this time slow and steady.

  15. #55
    "I told you," she panted, "Don't fuck like an Imperial."

    She let him control the pace for a few minutes, relishing the way his body crashed into her own, jarring the pleasure centers of her core. It had been a long time since anyone had been able to do such a thing. Cerie let out a near-whimper as she felt his manhood fill her so completely. Another thrust, and she gasped out a breathy expletive before doubling down and giving him an inner squeeze as he pulled out, only to relax so that he could drive into her once more. It was repeated for as long as she thought he would be able to take it, until she finally hauled him down to crush his body to hers, holding him close with a surprisingly iron grip, her chest pressed into his with particular force, as if she willed the two to merge into a single being.

    And really... hadn't they?

    She bared her teeth then, breathing haggardly into his ear before hissing at him.

    "Fuck me like an anooba."

  16. #56
    Again, she threw out that line, like Imperials were somehow obviously bad lovers. Well, he'd have to show her that this Imperial was no dead fish.

    "Very well then," he breathed, and disengaged from her. She only had time to glance at him before he flipped her over onto her stomach and pulled her hips up, and once more slipped in. He only gave her another moment to settle himself before he pulled out and thrust back into her from behind with a verve, gripping her hips and squeezing her ass while losing himself once more in the rhythm of their fucking.

    He would have asked her how she felt about this, but the question would be moot; she was quite loudly letting him know what he was doing right without any prompting on his part.

  17. #57
    The feel of being so swiftly flipped over, as though it was effortless, made her trill in excited anticipation, and as he pushed himself in once again, this new angle was enough to cause seemingly every nerve in her body to quiver in utter delight. His grip on her hips, controlling her lower half as he drove in was intoxicating, and the blonde let out a wild, trailing moan that stuttered in time with each of his thrusts. She was nearly undone, except for one more thing.

    One hand shifted back, to take hold of one of his own, and she guided him around to slide his fingers over her clit. It only took that bit of coaching before she felt her insides begin to bubble up, the wave very clearly well on its way to washing over her.

    Words were forgotten as she could only let out gasping cries with each thrust, and her free hand grabbed the edge of a pillow as she bit the other end, her voice now a feral whine as the crescendo built to the point of being unbearable.

    Her entire galaxy was - in this moment - his cock. Each time he reared back for another plunge, she felt her wetness crave his length almost immediately, and then it came rushing back to fill her.

    Sweaty, panting, and begging without words for more, Cerie felt the release just as he again thrust in, and she shuddered with the feeling of all of him buried deep, letting out a lengthy sigh that also seemed to be a gasp, all woven together in one cry.

  18. #58
    He rammed into her, as if trying to get even deeper inside. Her voice was muffled by the pillow and even if it weren't he was sure that there were no words coming from her.

    He watched in entranced fascination as she arched her back and shuddered underneath him. The realization that she'd orgasmed, that he was watching her orgasm, that she was shaking because of him crashed into his awareness and he could feel the churning and tightening in his groin.

    "Cerie," he gasped, his thrusts becoming jerky and spasmodic. "I can't— I'm going to—"

  19. #59
    Cerie couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips then, and she felt his pace turn almost frantic and uncontrolled. It was enough to awaken a second surge of pleasure. She'd only had enough time to feel her legs twitch in the wake of her first orgasm before her body responded in kind to his words, knowing that he was on the cusp of his own. His cock was buried so completely inside of her, and yet he still pressed himself into her as if to get every bit of his shaft as deep as he possibly could.

    Instinctively she clenched around him, holding him in even as he weakly tried to last.

    It didn't matter, as the second wave pulsed around and through her body. It was unrelenting, and she could feel the first dripping tendril of his cum seep out and begin the meandering trek down her inner thigh.

    "All of you!"

    Her keening wail wavered as her second orgasm seemed to render her mad. Her eyes clenched shut, and she bit her lower lip as both hands now gripped her pillow. Cerie pushed back against him even as he pushed against her, and the both of them became a single beast, locked together in the throes of quivering ecstacy.

  20. #60
    She bucked up against him, and his entire body tightened and kept tightening. It was amazing and terrifying, a precipice he couldn't find the edge of until he'd already fallen off.

    The release was sudden, and it seemed to drain all of his energy; he gasped and spots appeared in his vision.

    With a final gasp, he collapsed to the bed beside Cerie. He became aware of the air around him, the sweet chill of the recycled air brushing over his sweat-slickened skin.

    "If that wasn't enough," he panted finally, "give me ten minutes and we can go again."

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