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Shade and Shadow	By : laloga13 Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 2388 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Corliss and Priam are both OCs of mine who appear in the fic, Wild Blue Yonder, which you can read on my FFN page. Antinnis Tremayne is a canon character, though he also appears in WBY. Both Corliss (as a former-Padawan-turned-Inquisitor) and Priam (as an Imperial Shadow Guard) are Force-sensitive.
At the time this ficlet takes place, Corliss and Priam are on their way to track down a Jedi and a group of clone troopers who survived the Purge, about five years ago.
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Shade and Shadow

The shower was almost all that Corliss needed. Once the layers of sweat and travel-filth had been washed away, she found that she was still restless, filled with an unnamed urgency that wasn't quelled with the mere sensation of being clean. Antinnis' face danced within her mind's eye, and she felt a pang of abject longing that made her fingertips ache. Every time that she was in his presence, she couldn't help but feel that way, as if her entire body was reaching for him though she'd schooled her limbs to stillness.
So she slipped to her cabin and undressed, preferring the feeling of the sheets of her bunk against her bare skin; the Zeltron settled against the mattress with a sigh, closed her eyes, and thought of Tremayne.
Gray eyes, almost-blond hair, broad shoulders and muscular arms; the way that his voice dropped in pitch when he said her name. Corliss' fingertips sought the tightening buds of her right nipple, than her left, and she savored the feel of the cool, ship's air contrasting with the light pinch that she gave herself, which elicited a soft gasp.
Corliss, he would say as he knelt over her, his lips barely brushing the taut skin of her nipples. Have you waited for this as long as I have?
Her back arched a little and she let out a quiet murmur of “yes,” and her other hand reached up to toy with her left breast. In her mind, Antinnis gave one of his more feral smiles, then nipped the soft bud lightly before tilting his head up to kiss her jawline, even as his right hand continued to toy with her breasts, the pinching growing a little more intense with every breath. She could feel his body stretched out above her; if she were to raise her hands, she could run them along the corded lengths of his arms as he held himself over her, and if she lifted her hips she felt the insistent press of his erection against her core.
Corliss couldn't help the groan that escaped her at the sensation her mind had conjured, and her hand moved down from her own breasts to slip between her thighs, where evidence of her arousal was starting to soak through the bedclothes. Even as she began to stroke at her own soft folds, she imagined Antinnis Tremayne reaching his hand down to caress her, his feral smile broadening.

Priam hadn't meant to eavesdrop on the young Zeltron woman, he really hadn't; although he was a very mild Force-sensitive, her arousal was almost being broadcast through the bulkhead, so much so that he found that he was unable to sleep himself. Thinking to get away from his bunk – which was in close proximity to hers – he rose and slipped out of his cabin, making his way towards the common area with the intention of getting a cup of caf or something...
“Yes.” Corliss' voice was almost a whimper, almost a gasp, and it stopped him in his tracks right outside her door.
Move, he told himself, even as he felt the flare of her arousal through the Force. Go on and forget about her. Naturally, his body ignored him; his feet remained in their place and his shaft began to stiffen in response to the emotions she was emanating. No, he had to leave, he had to keep walking. She was not for him, she wanted nothing to do with him.
Breath coming quicker, he tried to force his body to move on. Corliss was a Zeltron, he reminded himself, and he had to be careful not to fall sway to the pheromones that were emanating from the pink-skinned young woman. But then his traitorous brain recalled the curve of her breasts, and the pout of her lips when she was displeased with him – which was often – and he knew that he was fighting a losing battle.
So the Shadow Guard cast a quick look towards the helm, ensuring that the airlock was secure and he wouldn't receive any unwelcome stormtrooper visitors, and then stepped back to his cabin. The walls on these vessels were rather thin, after all, but even so, Corliss' arousal was thickening in the air; he wondered if she had any idea that she was broadcasting, but then pushed the notion aside, for if she did, she obviously didn't care.
One swift movement and his sleep-clothes were discarded on the floor, and he leaned his back against the bulkhead closest to her cabin, took himself in his hand, and proceeded to give a few, firm strokes to start things off.
Save for a soft sound of blankets rustling, her room was silent for a moment, until Priam heard her groan again, and the flare of arousal in the Force increased to a throb just as she murmured his name:
“Antinnis.”

A part of her mind knew that she needed to be more careful while on a small ship, with others so close by, but in truth she had doubts about the Force-sensitivity of the Shadow Guard, and the stormtroopers may as well have been blind, deaf and dumb. So rather than concern herself with any of the anyone in her reality, she imagined that Antinnis' strong, slender fingers were continuing their exploration of the deepest parts of her body.
She whispered his name and shifted her arm so that both of her hands were caressing, stroking. Some men likened their hands to their members, and thought that the swift, plunging movements were the way to bring about a woman's pleasure, but her Antinnis would know, she thought, how best to touch a woman. He would tease her, as he often did with his mere presence. Corliss imagined that his fingers were dancing around the outer edges of her lips, only occasionally brushing their way to the inner folds; each time, she whimpered and arched her back, until she was thinking of begging him to strengthen his touch.
In response, two of her fingers shifted their way through her slick skin and found her true core, which was when she gasped and nearly cried his name out in earnest, though the sound was choked because at the last moment she imagined his lips on her mouth to silence her.
You mustn't make too much noise, Corliss, he would murmur, the whisper of his breath warming her ear. Will you keep quiet, for me?
The Zeltron whimpered again, barely able to reply even to her own imagination, and her fingers sought the soft pearl of flesh that she knew would bring her to climax. As she did so, Antinnis smiled within her mind and pressed down, hard, for an instant, making her body tighten in anticipation, before he released his hold, though he continued to stroke her almost lazily even as his own arousal was starting to brim over with a clarity that she'd not experienced before in such a daydream.
“Please,” she groaned, shutting her eyes and seeing his face within her mind's eye. “Please, Antinnis...”

It was not the first time that Priam had found himself in a similar predicament, and his strokes against his own, rock-hard member were practiced even as he imagined Corliss' dusky pink skin darkening with desire, and her nipples stiffening beneath his hands. The whimpering noises that she was making, not three meters away through the bulkhead, were maddening, and he wanted nothing more than to wrench open the door to her room and take her then and there.
Judging by the pheromones she was emanating, it might not have been an entirely unwelcome action, though the continued utterance of Antinnis Tremayne's name indicated otherwise.
But he didn't want to think of the Inquisitor, now, so Priam instead focused on the sounds he could hear coming from Corliss' cabin, and let his own imagination run wild for the moment. Pink skin flushed almost crimson; dark blue eyes fluttering as he knelt over her, and her hair, almost blue-black, fanning out across the pillow. In his mind, it was “Priam” that she whispered, and beneath his body her hips lifted as if to bring them closer.
In that moment, there was nothing he wanted more than to feel her body closing around his, feel the heat of her, smell the salt of her skin and the musk of her wet desire as he slid himself into her, again and again. Priam, she would say with a gasp as he entered her. Please...I've wanted this for so long.
He bit back his own reply as he forced his words down, instead increasing the movements against his shaft and exhaling deeply as he felt the pace of his pleasure heighten.
In the room beyond, he heard her whimper again, though it was an incoherent, wordless sound, so he pretended that the noise was in response to his own actions, and imagined the pleasing flush that would overtake her entire body as he thrust within her. Closer...not much longer, now. His brain was reaching that place where all cogent thought ceased and pure testosterone overrode everything else, and he stroked harder, faster, urging his body to reach the moment of release...

She could nearly feel Antinnis' arousal as if it were her own, and the sensation reached within the Zeltron to bring up her own, impending orgasm. In her mind, his fingers had breached every crevasse of her soft folds, and as her own hands moved within her body she imagined Antinnis working her over, pushing her towards a release.
“Yes,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut as the rippling sensation began from deep inside. Her muscles tightened and she could almost feel the surety of his movements as he stroked the bead of flesh, and she knew that it was coming, that it was upon her. “Antinnis...”
Suddenly she felt the sweep of pleasure release over her body like a breaking wave, except it was heightened, more so than it had ever been when she was alone, but for the moment she was too overcome to think about much of anything beyond the thrill of sensation. Corliss' back arched and she felt the vibration of her throat as she uttered his name again, and for a few seconds her mind was clean and blank.
Panting, she dropped her hips back to the bunk; she continued to tease the soft skin of her core even after the orgasm faded, and moments later she was rewarded with a series of shuddering aftershocks, which made her sigh. For several minutes after that, Corliss simply laid in place, catching her breath and imagining Antinnis lying beside her; she thought that he'd be breathing hard as well, though after a moment he would smile and reach over to her, kissing her soundly before pulling her close to his chest, where she'd be able to hear his heartbeat.
My beautiful Corliss, he'd murmur into her hair, the sensation causing her to shiver. Long trips of this nature are far more interesting when we're together, aren't they?

Priam's own release flooded across his hand, and for a few moments all he could do was blink stupidly at the gray ceiling of his cabin as conscious thought returned to his brain. The sensation of arousal was fading, the pheromones that the Zeltron had emanated were dissipating into the air as she'd been sated, and he found that he was finally able to think again.
Of course, with the thinking came the understanding that the woman he spent far too much time fantasizing about spent her time imagining another man. Perhaps it was pathetic of him, but he shrugged the feeling away. His idle fantasies didn't affect his duty, and he knew that it would only cause him needless discomfort to keep his arousal to himself, so there was no point, really, to concern himself with whatever she was thinking of when he thought of her.
A few strides brought him to his 'fresher, where he cleaned up; minutes later he had taken a seat on his bunk and found that he was gazing at the bulkhead, still thinking. Beyond, he couldn't sense anything, as the bulk of her desire had faded...but there was, if he paid attention, a faint feeling of...
Contentment. Happiness.
It was strange, to be sure, as he'd never sensed anything like that from her before, but they were not unwelcome feelings, so he stretched his body down along his bunk and shut his eyes, allowing himself to bask within her emotions again.
For many hours after that, the ship was silent.
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