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The Resolute II	By : laloga13 Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 3143 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Brenna is another of my OCs, from a WIP (as of April 2012) fic. Enjoy!

Resolute II
Brenna was alone in her cabin, a breath away from sleep, when she opened her eyes to see Rex standing before her. She had no idea how he'd gotten in without her knowing, or without making a sound while dressed in his armor, but the look in his eyes was unmistakable even in the dim light; his intentions were even clearer when she realized he wasn't wearing his codpiece and that his gaze was on her as he pulled the beginnings of a rather substantial erection free of the body-glove.
When her mouth opened but no sound came out, Rex smiled.
It was a fleeting expression, however, as in the next moment he reached down to draw the blankets off of her body and expose her to the cool air of the ship. She watched as a half-smile crossed his face, the kind that usually kicked her heart into a higher gear, before he gave her a swift nod.
“Take all of that off, Bren.”
His voice was soft, pitched just so that she could hear the command for what it was, and she felt a thrill of desire race through her, one that was heightened at his frown and lifted brow when she did not immediately comply. She glanced down; she was wearing a pair of his boxers and a tank-top of her own, both of which she began to shimmy out of as he began to stroke his hardening shaft.
Once she was nude he gave a nod of approval, then reached out with one of his ungloved hands and urged her to the edge of her bunk, drawing her closer to him with only a light touch; the whisper of his fingertips on her lower calf was as much a promise as another command, and she felt a flush of heat leap across her skin at the sensation.
Another touch, this time at her chin, and she leaned up so that she was sitting on her knees, eye-level with his hand as he continued to stroke himself. Brenna tilted her head up and looked into Rex's eyes, smiling to herself at the way his pupils were dilated and his breath was growing shorter. After a moment, he spoke again, his voice still quiet, but filled with undeniable authority.
“This is what's going to happen,” he said as he watched her watching him. “I'm going to tell you what you're going to do, and you're going to repeat it back to me. Is that clear?”
“Do I have to say 'sir?'”
At her teasing, a half-smile crossed his face, but he shook his head. “Not necessary. This isn't official business. Once we're both clear about what's expected of you, we'll begin.”
The firm, business-like way in which he spoke contrasted with the intensity of his gaze on her as he stroked himself; both sent a shiver through her, and she could feel her body reacting with need. Brenna could only nod wordlessly, and she idly wondered if her voice would even work when the time came.
Rex took a long moment to sweep his eyes across her bare skin, lingering on her breasts, where her nipples had hardened beneath the cooler air in her cabin. When he was done he nodded again, then spoke in a slow, deliberate voice that was punctuated by the vibration of the quickening movements as he stroked his hand along his shaft. “Brenna, you're going to suck my cock.”
Her throat caught at the crass words – wholly unlike Rex for all that they sent another ripple of longing through her – but before she repeated them she blinked up at him. “For how long? Until you...?”
“Until I say you're done,” was the curt reply.
It was coupled with another of his commanding looks, so she nodded even as another, stronger flare of desire welled within her at his stern expression. Brenna took a breath and held his eyes as she replied. “I'm going to...”
She hesitated over the next words, her eyes lowering as she felt suddenly and irrationally shy; the next moment, she felt Rex's hand on her chin, tilting her head up and holding her in place. “Suck my cock,” he said as he watched her. “Say it, Bren.”
It took her a moment but she managed. “I'm going to suck your cock, Rex. Until you say that I'm done.”
He nodded his approval and his hand dropped from her chin; before her, she could see that his shaft had hardened further still at her words, and she could see the accompanying rise and fall of his chest beneath the plating of his armor. A moment later he took a breath and spoke once more, his voice just a little bit rougher this time. “After that, you're going to lie back and spread yourself open to me,” he said, still watching her as she knelt before him on the bed. “And Bren, you're going to show me how you like that pussy of yours touched.”
It wasn't quite what she was expecting, so she looked up at him again. “Why?”
His face darkened, but she could discern a glint of amusement in his eyes, as well as a droplet of precum appeared on the tip of his length as he watched her. “Because I said so. Say it.”
Brenna took another breath; her arousal was so heady she couldn't think straight, could hardly breathe, so it was a moment before she could shape the words. Finally she nodded and licked her lips before she spoke. “Then I'm going to lie back and and spread myself open to you,” she whispered, her heart thundering beneath the cage of her ribs. “And I'm going to show you how I like my...pussy touched. Because you said so, Rex.”
She added the last part because she thought he'd appreciate it; indeed, she could hear him suck in his breath at her words, a quiet groan escaping him a moment later as he nodded. “That's...very good, Brenna...”
Force above and beyond it was, and they had hardly touched each other yet.
“Do you know what I want you to do next?” His voice, its depth and resonance echoed within her chest, and Brenna shook her head, keeping her eyes locked onto his as he took another breath. “While you touch yourself, I want you to beg me...”
She thought he was having trouble forming the words, because he paused to take another shuddering breath and his hands dropped to his sides, fists balling as if he was fighting for control. In response, she leaned forward so that her lips were a breath away from his rock-hard length, so that she could smell his scent and feel the heat radiating off of his skin. “You want me to beg you...?”
“I want you to beg me to fuck you,” he finally finished, his eyes closing briefly before meeting hers once more.
“Will you?”
His gaze on her was still stern, but when she exhaled softly on his erection his eyes squeezed shut for another moment, belying the commanding picture that he presented in his armor. However, when his eyes opened again, the authority had returned to his demeanor and he frowned down at her. “Maybe,” he replied. “If you do as I say.”
Brenna swallowed even as she looked up at him, and she watched how his eyes grazed across her lips and throat, after which he provided her with a very convincing glare of warning. “I'm waiting.”
“I'm going to beg you to fuck me, Rex,” she said, the words breathless as she saw his own breath hitch.
“Yes, you are.” There was a pause as he continued to study her, his hands reaching for himself again, then he nodded to her once more. “You're clear on my expectations?”
As much as she wanted to give a snappy retort, perhaps a saucy wink tossed in for good measure, Brenna was utterly transfixed by his eyes on hers, and the movement of his hand as he pleasured himself while watching her. All she could do was nod and watch as the half-smile flickered across his face again.
Rex's hand dropped. Brenna ran her tongue over her lips to wet them, then leaned forward and took as much of him inside of her mouth as she was able. The moment she did so, he sucked in his breath and she felt his hands tangling in her hair, though he did not pull her closer as she suspected he wanted to; instead, he gripped her firmly, enough to let her know the effect she was having without impeding or forcing her movements.
Once she found her rhythm, Brenna curled her tongue around his erection, sliding it along him as best she could, given the way his hips had started thrusting forward; when she lifted her hands to grasp the base of his shaft and steady him, he let out a throaty groan that sent a chill down her spine. In response, Brenna slid one of her hands around to his buttock, clutching at the curving muscle through his body-glove to draw him that much closer. As she did so, he groaned again and murmured her name, and in her peripheral vision she saw his head tilt back and his lips part.
The understanding that his efforts at controlling his own desire were being undermined by her actions was sent another flash of arousal through her, and she felt herself becoming more and more wet at the idea.
Finally he gripped her shoulders so that he was holding her in place, after which he slid himself out of her mouth, breathing heavily. She leaned forward, keeping him inside for as long as possible before giving him as innocent a smile as she could manage given the fact that she could still taste him on her tongue. “Does that mean I'm done with this, now?”
Rex swallowed thickly and nodded; a moment later, when he regained some of his composure he began removing his armor, shedding the pieces with abrupt motions to deposit them on the floor. As he did so, Brenna stretched her legs out so that they were hanging over the edge of the bed and leaned back on her palms.
“Taking off your armor wasn't in the plan,” she said, biting the edge of her tongue to prevent herself from grinning.
After he unclipped his belt so that he could remove his body-glove, he exhaled through his nose, long and slow. “I'm changing the plan.”
“But you said-”
“I know what I said,” he replied in a curt voice, though she had to smile when he shot her an amused look. “And I'm changing the plan. That's all you need to know. Now,” he added, reaching forward to skim his fingertips over her lips and jaw. “As you were.”
With a nod, Brenna pushed herself backward onto the bunk so that she was lying on the mattress completely. As she spread her knees, Rex slid onto the mattress as well kneeling before her, his eyes fixed on her core, where her fingertips were making their way. Her body was already swollen and slick with desire, so it was only a few moments before her fingers were coated with her own fluids, and she almost immediately lost herself to the sensation.
Rex watched her movements with an intensity that made her think he was memorizing them, which some small part of her brain figured he was doing. His erection swelled between them as he watched Brenna thrust her own fingers inside herself, the fingertips of her right hand seeking the rounded nub of her clit while those of her left toyed with her inner lips.
So absorbed was she, that the rich timbre of his voice caused her to gasp. “Say it.”
It took her a moment to remember. When she did, she inhaled and forced her eyes to remain open and fixed upon him as she spoke, and as her own pleasure wound itself tighter and tighter within her body, pleading for a release. “Rex...please...”
His lips parted and his hands clutched at the sheets below him, as if he was holding on for dear life. “Please what?”
“Please fuck me,” she said, but the words came out as more of a whimper than actual speech.
A satisfied gleam came to his eyes as he leaned forward, bracing his body on his left hand while he cupped his right above her core, close but not touching any part of her. “What was that, Bren?”
Brenna whimpered again, her hips bucking, rising to meet him even as she pleasured herself, but he held himself at a maddening distance. “Please,” she groaned again as her eyes squeezed shut. “Please fuck me, Rex.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice remarkably steady given the fact that his shaft was poised at her entrance. All she could do in response was give a stuttered nod, to which Rex replied with a soft hmm that she couldn't translate before bending his head to her right nipple, taking it gently in his lips and swirling his tongue around the bud of flesh. As he did so, she let out a soft cry and began to writhe beneath him, which made him pause once more.
“Say it again. And look at me when you do.”
Again, the timbre of his voice reverberated within her, and Brenna was powerless against it. Brenna forced her eyes to open and meet his, just a few centimeters away. “Please fuck me, Rex,” she begged. “Please...”
A rumbling sound that may have been a growl leaped from his throat. All at once he reached down with his right hand to grasp at both of her wrists, lifting them up from her core to place them above her head and brace them against the pillows; she hardly had time to register what was happening before Rex slid himself inside of her, the resulting sensation making them both gasp as he filled her to the hilt.
Still clutching her wrists, he thrust forward, once, twice, three times, and as the movements dropped into a steady rhythm, Brenna wanted to say his name as she felt her body coiling with a release, but her voice was failing her; she was only capable of opening her mouth beneath his and giving a whimper, to which he replied with a throaty groan, the kind that he made when he was losing control.
It wasn't long, not at all, before she felt the orgasm overtake her body; as she felt the release sweep across her, speech found her again and she cried out Rex's name. The sound was jolted with the force of his own orgasm, and for a moment all thoughts were blanked out of her mind.
When she opened her eyes again, Rex was still leaning above her, his mouth only a breath away, and they were both panting. Finally he swallowed and tilted his head down to give her a fierce kiss, before he slid out of her and collapsed beside her on the mattress; for a few minutes they each laid back, catching their respective breaths, then he turned to regard her with an incongruous, thoughtful expression.
It was another of his trademarks that never failed to surprise her, how his mind was always working, even in the throes of passion, and – as always – she wanted to know what he was thinking.
“What is it?” she asked, moving forward to rest her head against his chest and feel the slowing pace of his heart beneath his skin.
Rex chuckled and kissed her forehead. “I had my doubts, you know.”
Brenna gave a long inhale, absorbing his scent, before circling his waist with her arm. “Doubts about...?”
“About sneaking in here, and saying all that...stuff we talked over.”
“You put your own spin on most of it,” she pointed out, tilting her head up to look at him once before setting her cheek back down against his chest. “You caught me off-guard a few times. You're good at that.”
“Apparently I like it,” he said with another chuckle, just before he reached his hand around to cup her chin and bring her eyes back up to his, which were flashing with appreciation. “Apparently you like it, too.”
She couldn't help but laugh at the proud tinge to his voice. “That was the idea, Rex.”
“Well, then,” he replied with a satisfied smirk. “Mission accomplished.”
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