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Chapter 19.2 – The Captain’s 99^th Night (Day 24)

Music recommendation: “Loki” by Annborg Lien
“Uhm... that wasn’t too bad, was it, Moro?” Tomoe sat back and tried to overcome her surprise.
“Yes, and...?” Moro nudged her, “You want to sing our song tonight, all alone with the moon? Start over with the other inconvenient point tomorrow?”
In fact, Tomoe was perfectly comfortable to lean back against the solid wood of the veranda column and listen to the crickets. “I would not mind...” The air was nice and warm down here by the sea, a cedar scented breeze coming from the hills “What other point?” she inquired lazily.
“Well, dad didn’t believe you a single word, in case you didn’t notice. Not because he doesn’t trust you, but because daddy is a practical man, he needs a proof he can see and touch. And he hates the amateurs. Let’s show him we are not.”
“Aruetiise?”
“He calls them Jetiise.”
“Don’t tell me...” Tomoe covered her face in shock as realization hit her. “No, I can’t do that to him. Do you even know what he went through?”
Moro chuckled knowingly as her mom’s defence. “Of course I do... I’m small, but not deaf... I think he can spot the difference. Our old schemer isn’t stupid. In you go.”
“He won’t respect me if I hit on him like that...”
“Now you sound like your own granny, all morals and pride. Don’t let that get into your way. Dad will respect you just the more because you take the matter into your own hands when others would be scared witless. Don’t you realize that he can’t take the last step after what he did? You have to help him. If you want him, it’s time to unpack your charm, mommy...”
“Who says I want him?” Tomoe swallowed the lump in her throat.
“C’mon, I might be an animal, but I’m far too old to be that stupid.”
Did she have a choice anyway? Maybe she had been outmaneuvered the moment Moro died... or when her parents died... or when she had chosen a profession that required her to serve people who didn’t care much for her or her kids in general. If she made him leave, she would never see Boba again. If she could survive that and was fortunate enough to survive the birth of the twins, they would end up in a zoo, or become outcasts to be picked off by a mad warrior who would try to misuse small Moro for his own ideas and waste no time to kill the human twin as the abnormity... or she would become a killer for hire under the doubtful protection of an amoral gang of criminals.
End of the line. She had reached a point where she could not proceed without allies.
With Jango’s help, her kids would be safe and she might live to see them grow up, to see Boba grow up. It didn’t look like he would mistreat her again. She had given him sufficient reason to try... but he continued to behave, even to care. It was as if he had grown out of that brutal behavior with the self-confidence he had gained. It would end the suffering on the outside, but... could she bring herself not only to respect his stubborn and courageous personality, to respect his abilities as a warrior, but truly accept him? He would request that. Could she accept him as a man, accept his touch?
She wasn’t sure. But she knew he was waiting for her to find out. Inside.
“Okay...” Tomoe shrugged and smoothed her collars. “I guess we are in one boat anyway. Wish me luck.”

Jango had already shed his armor plates when she peeked inside the second room. Beside the high paper lantern, he knelt with his wide back to her next to a neat weaponry stake wearing his grayish blue body suit. Only the T-shape visor of the helmet stared back at her as she widened the crack of the door, stepped over the threshold and immediately closed the panel in her back without changing hands.
Digging her toes into the mat, she smoothed her sleeve back down over her wrist. She felt awkward when he slowly turned to her on one knee. Thankfully, he didn’t stare down at her or inquired what she was doing in his room at night... With her mind so blank, she couldn’t have told him. Instead, she was greeted by a soft smile that lit his whole face. While he had the talent to make her run away, right now he gave her the courage to shuffle a little further into the room.
“I wanted to tell you that I trust you now... and ask for my knife.” Uh, that didn’t come out right! He arched a brow and she went down on her knees quickly to level with him. “I need to show you something before you can decide if you trust me... us... as well,” to keep her hands from fussing around, she spread a brocade cloth on the mats between them, “I suppose it will be hard for you, even hurt your feelings, but I don’t know a way to avoid this pain in order to help you to understand, make you see and experience so you can make up your mind.”
“Your knife?” That was definitely not the desire he had been hoping for, but some more information would never hurt with Tomoe. Jango retrieved her cherished blade from his utility belt on the armor-pile. He placed the lacquered sheath on the cloth to settle his part of the agreement. He had promised to give it back one day in return for her trust. Should it be tonight? She was all wide eyed concentration, but there was no dishonesty on her face when she settled back on her heels. “I have already made up my mind a while ago, but show me anyway,” he told her, speaking around a thick lump building in his throat.
“Moro isn’t just what we usually refer to as an animal. She is a first one... an honored ancestor spirit, a goddess if you want to use the word. She is also a child who is anxious that her father won’t like her... or what she can do.”
He wondered what one thing had to do with the other. “What are Moro’s intentions?” Underneath his clipped business-like tone, Jango still thought he could take it easy. The air would be out of that particular act in nine months at the latest. Then Tomoe would be a little surprised and they would all be very happy with their firstborn, second child. He wasn’t about to tell her now, but if it turned out like Boba, like a real Fett, the toddler would be a handful and the young mother’s mind would be tied firmly to the here-and-now.
“She wants to be reborn by me, to grow up with her family and to continue to gather experience thorough the worlds.” Tomoe explained.
Didn’t sound like trouble, quite the opposite, it summed up Jango’s idea of a sentient being. Everybody should go for it, especially Tomoe. If she had to bring an imaginary friend to make up her mind, it would be fine with him. Sooner or later she would find out that she had it all herself. “What can she do?”
“I don’t know about Moro’s limitations, or if there are limitations at all. I do not have control over what she does. I can just ask her to do or do not things and hope that she respects my wishes.” Her eyelids sunk for a moment and when she looked back up, the knife hovered a foot over the cloth. Picking up the corner of her long sleeve in her left, Tomoe moved her right palm through the air above and underneath the knife without touching it. “This is not a trick.”
“Hmm...” So there was the connection. She asked for her knife and offered up some valuable, very personal information in return. Jango smiled openly. He had ‘called’ his blaster to him with an electromagnetic field in his gloves before. He pulled the cloth out swiftly and shook it out. The knife didn’t as much as waver in the air. “Neat trick, but I’m afraid that doesn’t make you a goddess. Jedi can do that as well, and they are definitely not gods. They can be wrong, they fail and they can be killed like any other being.”
“I’m not doing that.” Tomoe hurried to assure him, but she could see no fear in his expression, no hate, no aggression... just light amusement. Oh, how naive had she been around him! Jango was so much more than his revenge; he was a powerful and courageous warrior. Unafraid of the gods, he trusted only in the power that rested inside of him… and in her, too? She picked her sheathed knife from the air and settled it under her sash carefully. “It is Moro’s will and power,” she explained, “she is not hostile towards you, just the opposite; she would like to call you her father.”
“Floating things or not, I’m not afraid of you or Moro.” Jango stated firmly. He didn’t care whenever Tomoe or Moro could tap into ‘the force’. None of them was a member of the Jedi Order. She trusted him. Her honesty was stronger than the frightening anger that was bundled up inside of him. Because she was the one. “Look, I can float things or even myself with an antigrav panel, magnets or a jetpack. That didn’t give you a fit, either... So what? I suggest we skip the shock-and-awe phase and adjust to this new development.”
Damn, he wanted to hug and kiss her, yet he couldn’t! His cyar’ika was so distant tonight. He could see she was still uncomfortable around him. How could he get to her, tell her what he really wanted, make her understand? It was like trying to charm a bird out of a tree. Patience, Jango... behave! To keep his fists from clenching, he folded up the cloth and handed it back to her as well.
“You talk to Moro?” He tried to continue on her topic.
“Yes... since a few hours I can,” she admitted and wondered where this would take them.
“Must be an amazing experience. Can I, as well?” Jango slid up beside her as she stored the once-barrier of the cloth under the overlap of her robe neatly.
“I would like to know... maybe you’ll dream of Moro tonight when you open your mind.” Tomoe offered, dropping into her serviceable routine that would grant her proper distance with most clients. Yes, they managed to talk politely now, but she just couldn’t see herself getting any closer to him. Nevertheless, Jango continued to deny taking that role and treated her as casually as a family member.
“He would have to come a lot closer for that. Be charming, mommy...” but Tomoe didn’t exactly feel seductive right now, more like sitting between two chairs, much overwhelmed and even more confused. “I would love to be introduced,” the inner voice poked her again. - ‘You are not helping it, Moro...’ she thought as loud as possible without speaking the words. She had to concentrate on Jango, NOW! She jumped slightly as his thigh brushed along hers lightly... a part of her wanted to run, flee from his crushing grasp, but the other wanted to stay, to be safe in his arms and to be told that everything would be alright.
Jango didn’t like the absent look on her face. “I would love that, if my dream includes you as well, cyar’ika...” he told her and wondered how to win her attention again. Brushing his lips over her cheek worked at the first try. “Tomoe...?” As she turned to face him, he pulled her on his lap easily, caressing the nape of her neck while he plucked out the silver hair pin with nimble fingers.
Long black tresses spilled over his hands. They carried that faint scent of grass again. “Like this... it is a dream,” he breathed in deeply, “Can’t you see how I want you, all of you? What sort of man would I be, if I could not respect all of your personality and love all of our kids? I do not care about bloodlines. Your news make me a very happy man...”
“That’s...” she had made her decision when she stepped over the threshold, “good to hear.” She would give him what he wanted, her body in return for a powerful ally to raise her kids. That was the deal. She knew his preferences. His coupling would be rough, but she wasn’t in danger. She would not struggle; therefore he would not hurt her.
“Please don’t stop talking now, stay with me tonight,” his calm yet insistent voice interrupted her unpleasant strand of thoughts.
“I would like that,” she agreed and put her arms around him to steady herself.
He instantly knew that she was lying... she was certain that she was not going to like it. Nevertheless, she kept up her composure. He could feel the goose bumps on her lower arms as he held her. “Kiss me... please try me,” he whispered. She had to get a lot more comfortable if he was to enjoy this.
She did kiss him, as carefully as if she was handling ordnance for the first time... with the hand book on the side. There was no trace of the spiteful passion when she had kissed him first, more like searching for something... him? Or herself? He kissed her back gently, but he didn’t want to shut her up for long, for that would exclude him once again. He leaned back a little, smiled approvingly and shifted his sweet burden on his lap. The body suit was getting tighter by the minute and this would take a while... “Tell me about Moro,” he requested.
“Well, she...” This was no longer about Moro. It was about her and what she could take... or not take. She could feel his readiness through the layers of sturdy fabric and finest silks against her thigh. If he would just get over with it, so she could continue to sleep?!
“Yes...?” He watched her withdraw “How did you come to know her? Just begin at the beginning...” A mischievous grin came on his face “You may kiss me good night afterwards,” he offered and rubbed his nose against hers playfully, “like a good boy.”
Instead of grinding her into the mattress, Fett started flirting using the most ridicule phrases?! “You aren’t...” blurted out before she remembered she wasn’t to complain tonight.
“A good boy? Oh, today I was.”
He managed to throw her from one mood into another with a word or two. Somehow, it always worked for him and his crocked smile. It was embarrassing or at least unbalancing. “Well, I wasn’t always a good girl...” she escaped his scrutiny by conjuring the past,
“I don’t even know when I first met Moro. I guess my father took me when I was still a toddler and introduced us by scent. Later I went to Moro or into the forge to my grandfather whenever my grandmother and my mother argued... usually about what was best for me. My grandmother had been raised in the ways of the warrior class, but my mom was a town girl, the daughter of a top rank courtesan; lovely, intelligent and well trained in arts, but inexperienced in leading a warrior homestead.
My grandma was not happy with my father’s choice. But he had insisted and my grandpa had supported him to put his feelings over the political gain of our clan. As an inspector, my father couldn’t be around most of the time, especially not since he had to work just the more after failing the dynastic expectations.
I had no patience and often ended up with dirty nails, wrote like a man and dropped out of the koto-classes my mom offered to all the girls in the neighbourhood. That I drove the weaving women crazy with my inattention whenever I didn’t smell of fish and charcoal like a commoner, angered my grandma who wanted me to learn how to rule the house after her demise, to hold things together and not run around carefree like a lowly servant.
I had little interest in humans in general, and preferred swimming with my animal-brother ‘noko, but I repeated to Moro whatever I had learned. She listened and held her wing over me while I played the flute to the song of her clan. I grew stronger and taller than other girls, skilled with the spear and handy with the tools in my grandfather forge. I had the instincts of an animal, frolicking or hiding away from guests depending of their temper... In other words, I was completely useless.”
Jango huffed and raised a brow, ‘Useless?!’ he thought - it was already fascinating to just imagine, his cyar’ika growing into the gorgeous woman she was underneath that cultivated shell. So far away! How he would have loved to be the boy next door... no, they really didn’t know what was good, here... their loss, his gain.
“But for the old sword smith and his younger brother, I became the grandson he never had. Nevertheless, my grandmother preferred to blame my mother for not trying hard enough with my father ...until I grew old enough for her to notice that teaching me her precision with the halberd and the short sword kept my robes clean and me from hanging around outside. This talent we had common with my grandmother also kept my mother safe and sane, so I kept working hard to please her.
I never wanted to lose this duality, but then the provinces started fighting, my father in the middle of it. When the reports of the total destruction came, nothing could have held my mother back. She didn’t take care of the keep like a warrior woman; she went to help the love of her life. They died together. The radiation damage didn’t leave any bones to pick out after the incineration of the mutilated bodies.
It was the end of the world and the broken remains became unsteady, incomplete. Some of the old ones went out to fight and to die with the old way. Others tried to adjust and keep at least their home turf intact, to pass on a little something to the next generation. The new governments didn’t fulfill their old duties, and didn’t like what was passed on. What they considered useless had to be destroyed.
They sent troupes to make an example, peasant boys pressed in uniforms and given blasters and other imported weapons. You have seen the impact. They couldn’t run away from their officers, so they managed to kill my grandparents, but Moro’s clan scattered and she pulled me down the stream to keep me alive. We vanished in the river delta before her mortal body decomposed. I was cut from her sanguine spirit forever... or so I thought.
They say the marshes are cursed, and indeed, the clan has no reason to love humans with fire weapons. But there is life in it and the constant stream of sweet and salty water purifies the evil the people bring into it. When I was ready to push myself to leave it again, I revived some human grace with what the Harada had stowed away. Not much, just enough to get myself a job at the resort. I bet this service wasn’t what my mother and grandma had in mind when they taught me, but it kept me alive... You see, they all died wanting me to live, yet they left me behind, unbearable lonely.”
Tomoe shook her head, tears dropping on her white damask collar “No, we cannot fight like that all the time, Jango, it is impossible to hide such things from a child.”
“Last thing I want, Tomoe.” His calloused thumbs smoothed over her cheeks gently as he kissed her tears away. He found her lips had become warmer, more responsive. Just keep her talking, caress her, kiss her... stay in touch... “How could you contact Moro again... take her into your body, you said?”
“I called for her when my loneliness got the upper hand. Spirits can travel far when the body becomes unbound. It helps to open knots, to fast, to purify and balance one’s surroundings or inhale incense... there are no creative limits, yet the human spirit is weak and lonely, always in danger to get lost. But it can be strengthened with the help of an animal spirit, to connect it to the force of live itself... I skipped most of the ceremony, simply unknotted my belt and called for help. Moro answered. We connected and we travelled... and we never split again completely. Maybe because neither of us wanted to.”
“Hmm...?” Jango felt by no means wiser, he just knew that this was what he wanted, too. Badly. “I can see why you need to open knots... plenty of them. It’s like a gift wrapping,” he plucked out the end of a silken tie to play with the fluffy tassel. “One I would like to unwrap in order to make you perfectly comfortable tonight...” while she didn’t guard the end of her sash as jealously as a certain blanket, she didn’t look terribly exited, either... “Are there any regulations concerning zippers?” he poked her with another joke.
“I don’t think so...” she mused and ran her hands over his collarbones searchingly. This shouldn’t be hard to figure out. She certainly wasn’t too clumsy to undress him in the time it would take him to work his way through the layers of silk protecting her. He raised his chin and she slid a little closer on his lap to work the zipper through the sturdy environmental seal around his neck and down his chest. He was clean shaven, the material was cool, his skin was warm... and he didn’t smell bad. Yes, she could do it.
Suddenly his hand came up and slanted over hers firmly. As she looked up, his darkened gaze caught her eyes. Unbending resolve had pushed his light amusement aside. A shiver ran down her back. How had she angered him? While he had invited her inside - well, sort of - she certainly didn’t want to be there when he went into bad mood.
“I thought we had agreed ‘no more deals’, Tomoe.” He didn’t yell, his voice was low and emotionless. She felt the muscles of his arm tense and harden but he didn’t tighten his hold around her, “Please think... for our sake, and tell me, what you are doing?”
‘I’m trying to seduce your brutal, demanding side into not hurting me, because I’ll have to sit for hours tomorrow’ sounded like a turn-off, so she picked different facts, a honorable explanation for her own sanity. “I... am… undressing the father of my children,” sounded natural enough.
“Why? ... You could just kiss me good night now and leave, I... wouldn’t mind.” Well, as reasonable as he managed to sound, it was a big fat lie - at least some bold part of him she was sitting on would definitely mind. ‘Shut up down there’… “Please, I need to hear it from you, Tomoe. Why?”
“Because it is the right thing to do.” She realized she was parroting him and gulped. But it was true. Around him, there would be none of that prejudice that was pressing on Boba here. Moro had told her that nobody else would love her like this – true, since she was the last of her kind... well, the last reasonable one. Was she acting reasonable? She didn’t really care as long she sounded reasonable. “You are unique... it will be good for the children... I wonder you have to ask.”
Ouch, intended or not, that last barb hurt. He shrugged it off. “Skip the flattery. It’s not so unique among Mando’ade, you know. I am the best of them, yet I need to ask.” What was there to grin? ‘Don’t do that to me...’ His icy eyes seemed to bore into her even more. “Am I the best for you, Tomoe? There is no point messing around any longer. I won’t hold you up, I’ll always take responsibility for our children, but if you don’t plan to leave right now, then stop being so dutiful - please stop torturing me!”
There, it was out. He watched her jaw drop.
“And if you stay,” he noticed his arm around her shoulders was shaking with tension and rested it over her lap easily, “...then tell Moro to be a good kid and listen into another direction while her parents sort out themselves... cause there is such a thing as a point of no return for me,” he breathed, “Let us free ourselves tonight, here and now.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” She pleaded and realized that he truly wasn’t doing things by halves. She nuzzled the dark, soft spot under his chin, his purr shaking her to the core. “Yes, I really think you are best.”
His voice resonated close to her ear, his hot breath again along the side of her, “Please show me you have no fear of me. Let me show you that you are safe with me.”
There was something inside of him which she couldn’t appease by throwing a piece of her at him at a time. He told her how he felt, because he really cared. ‘Stop treating yourself like trash!’ He would tear down the wall, take all and give all his pride would let him. Yes, he was a hungry beast. He would not back down ...and she would not run. Because he was not the enemy. He had battled their inner enemies and he had been victorious. Now he knew too much, understood so much, saw right through her fears...
Yes, she would take his challenge, ride the glorious beast tonight and not get bitten by remorse tomorrow. Not because it was inevitable, but because it was her right to consume their bond, to live a life without fear. He would not disappoint her. She would answer his call, take his hand and set her bare foot upon his slain enemies. With courage she would walk over the carcasses of greed and sloth. Such was the way of the warrior.
Tomoe straightened her back, dug her hands into his beautiful, thick hair and kissed him. For real. “Show me. Let’s get a rid of my fears once and for all.”
Jango saw Tomoe’s eyes light up, the dignity and strength of her upbringing returning to her. She was like a bird ready to take flight, no longer the angry tormented self but her true passionate self was struggling to break through. Just holding her warmed Jango’s heart. This was the Tomoe he needed right now, this was the mother his family demanded. He fought down the urge to crush her against his chest in eager response. He had to remind himself that only by releasing her he could get what he wanted. Not trusting his fists, he turned up his open palms and left it to his lips to explore her face and throat.
Leaning backwards on his lap, Tomoe removed the cloth and knife from her belt and placed it by the cushion, as to mark her territory next to his pile of armor. Jango stopped nibbling her earlobe to sneak a peek as she stored away all the items she had tucked under her collar and sash in the pillow box. To his relief it already held all they would need tonight. “Good,” he whispered and returned his attention to her slender neck. The pulse point jumped under his lips as he pulled the knot of a decorative ribbon loose with nimble fingers. It fell apart, but to his disappointment not much more gave in to gravity.
As fond of unpacking ‘presents’ as he was, of course the man had no idea where to begin undressing. She had to show him or this would deplete their patience tonight. Breaking away from him with a small smile, Tomoe slid over to the high paper lantern by the wall and began to untie the voluminous bow on her back. A river of brocade and sheer silk fell in swirls on the hem of her loosened robe. His hands felt so empty and he found himself throbbing with impatience and curiosity as she moved to unwind the seemingly endless sash. How had she changed? The feeling was more acute than it would have been had he been meeting her for the first time.
Finished with the sash at least, she turned to face him. Jango still knelt there in his full body suit, but his intense gaze felt like a drizzle of warm rain. The weight on the hem caused the opened outer robe to slip from her rounded shoulders and settle over the high hanger of the lantern. It left her standing in the light wearing a single silken underrobe which was covered in a design of iris by a stream, the flowers dyed in deep indigo with pale green foliage dotted with delicate dewdrops.
It was nice, but Jango felt little mercy for niceties that denied him to see anything of her skin between her throat and toes, impatient as he was to have her in his arms. With a slightly frustrated groan, the big man was suddenly right up alongside her, brushing against her like a prowling cat, his move coming almost out of nowhere. Again his mouth came down on hers hard, practically drawing the air out of her lungs. Catering to his urgency, Tomoe used her foot to push away the discarded robe and dug for the ends of the blue and white woven undersash, but then she seemed to rediscover some sense of order.
He felt her undoing the zipper and fastenings of his body suit while he locked his gaze to the opposite wall, for breathing in the enticing scent of her hair alone was mocking his resolve. Standing so close to her reminded him how small she was compared to his bulk. While he politely kept himself from shredding her underrobe to pieces, she peeled off the tight layer of the bodysuit, revealing his naked torso.
At the slightest brush of cool silk that denied his skin from touching, his hard muscles flexed underneath a collection of some old and one new scar. As she took a step back to figure his waistband, his gaze wavered and he caught her watching him with fascination and lust in her eyes. Her slender hands fumbling to ease the tight constraints of his pants while exploring every inch of him didn’t help him to regain any of his pose, either.
His agile fingers were already busy undoing the ends of the undersash as he quickly had to look back up. He’d never had a woman who was so obsessed with his body. Last night it had been his chest only that had attracted her attention; today it was something that pleased him so much more. His greatest fear after hurting her was that she would now be afraid of his large size and immense power, but it was just the opposite, there was a look of sheer fascination in her eyes.
A soft tremble of arousal coursed through her as she felt his hands spread open the underrobe, detach the heart monitor from her skin and then cup her shoulders to slide both the silk robe and her underlayer down gently. She faced up to him and met his gaze unafraid. The white skin of her naked body shone like gilded ivory in the lamplight. Jango inched backwards, his eyes fastened on her with an intensity that shook her core. Could he trust his senses? She looked as beautiful as he had ever seen her.
He was almost startled that the moment didn’t burst like a bubble of soap that had been hovering in the air just in front of his nose for too long, shimmering but untouchable. He exhaled sharply at the sight of her perfect mounds. He didn’t dare to put a finger on her at all at first, too afraid to grab her too eagerly but then she stepped forwards, out of the robes which had fallen around her feet in a heap.
His hands came up instantly to cup her round breasts as she rose on her toes to kiss him. He’d noticed how responsive her nipples reacted to his calloused thumbs while his palms enfolded her sides. Once her sensitivity had been useful to subdue her, but tonight he was thankful for any information that enabled him to please her better. His fingertips rubbed around her pink areola, watching as the point in the centre hardened and extended out to him.
He teased and pinched both her nipples between his thick digits to hurry her up while she undid the rest of his clothes until he was standing naked next to the bedding. To her own surprise, she found him a most impressive sight. He had made her painfully aware of the fact that he was a warrior with powerful built, that he was fit to fight and subdue her - but what her hands discovered as she revealed him to herself took her breath away. He was so strong and powerful and untamed – and it was all for her. He could tell from the widening of her eyes and her small gasp that she was not disappointed in the thick, fully aroused size of his cock. Right, he had never granted her a good look before. Today he would let her look her fill at what was soon to unite them and cater to their needs.
Obviously fond of giving as well as receiving, she kissed his chest, searching out his dark nipple with the tip of her tongue, tracing it and then kissing it until she’d sucked its erect peak into her mouth while her daft hands continued their journey south. He reached out and cupped her jaw line, his fingers pressing at the back of her head as he caught her investigative hands before she could grasp his loaded weapon. He would need her soon, but he had to make sure that she was ready for him as well - which meant he had to buy time. “Enough,” his voice quietly commanded, “You must tell me you want this.”
She complied and moved her talented hands away from his pounding erection to touch him along his strong hips gingerly, feeling the striations of their muscles. They trailed back upwards, his stomach trembling as her fingertips dragged through the definition lines of his strong abdominal wall, up his big pectoral muscles. Carefully avoiding the fresh scar, she smoothed her hands over the hulking deltoids and trapezoid muscles. “Yes!” She moaned as if speaking out for her filled hands, “I have no fear of you, just let go, Jango, unleash the beast...”
A quick dark predatory grin quirked up his rugged face. Yes, he would do that! And his stiffened member again twitched at the stream of images that flooded his mind, mounting his girl from behind like an animal, or have her against a wall, her body shaking violently as he rammed a decade’s worth of suppressed desire into her again and again, hard, solidly, showing her how strong he was... but this was not the time to let himself chase such thoughts.
Two weeks ago he would have grabbed her, turned her around, bent her over and showed her what kind of beast he could be. But no matter how much he wanted to just tear into her that instant, his resolve had grown as strong as his lust since she was giving herself to him freely. In return, he now required her pleasure if he was to accept what she offered so generously. And for that, he needed her completely crazy.
“I will, in time,” his large hand slid down gently from fisting in her ebony hair, brushing away some long strands which reflected the candlelight with a bluish gleam. No, she didn’t know what monsters were lurking deep inside of him, and hopefully she never would. She rolled her head back as he caressed her neck and cheek gently once more, hesitant but heartfelt as he learned the moves of the graceful dance of intimacy.
Tomoe closed her eyes, taking Jango’s admonishment to heart, she opened up and enjoyed his gentle kisses on her sensitive neck as he trailed a line down her midriff and the arc of her ribcage. She could feel his large hands move along her thighs. Why was he staying away from just the area that she was dying for him to explore? Wiggling against his muscular chest as he sunk on his knees in front of her, she hoped to end the teasing of his slowly stroking hands, but the hunter wouldn’t stop stalking his prey easily.
Instead of homing in on the core of her pleasure, she felt his hands smooth over her hips to her firm buttocks, cupping them as he began to kiss her abdomen, tasting her skin. This close, the scent of her arousal was maddening as it dampened the soft triangle of black curls below. Nevertheless he kept taunting her purposefully, “I have had my fill of quick ’n’ easy glass vat reproduction,” he whispered, “from now on, I want to make good, slow, old stylish love to the mother of all my kids.”
Without pausing his worship of her still lean hourglass shape, Jango smirked up at her and she gasped. There, his fingertips had found another sensitive spot were her buttocks joined her thighs. She was so responsive to his explorations, how she could sit at all was beyond him. Maybe harder wasn’t automatically better.
She was already blushing like a peach at his words, but he decided to continue teasing her until the heady sweetness broke out of her and she was dripping like a ripe fruit. For now he relished in the salty taste of her smooth, freshly bathed skin. She shivered where his breath touched her, made her feel hot and cold at the same time. Since he had fended off her all too talented intelligence, he could hold out a while longer until he gave in to rapture. He decided to devour her sweet core for aperitif before he would commence pushing into her inner defense ring for real. And if it took all night, for once they would not be interrupted. Somewhere out there, his uncalled reinforcements would make sure of that.
He adored the soft rounding of her abdomen against his cheek as she took a deep breath to steady herself. She was lean and strong like a saber blade, maybe even more so than the day when he had so stupidly tried to force her to submit to him with bruising grip and a battering ram. Today those firm walls protected their little ones and her trim muscles relaxed under his big warm hand as if to invite him in as well, waiting for him to complete them. It was nothing short of a wonder. ‘How do I deserve this?’ he thought with a low moan, dipping his tongue into her belly button just to feel her wiggle in his arm once more.
From the desperate hold she had taken on his broad shoulder, she would have gone down with him like molten wax, had he not supported her buckling knees in the croak of his arm. It was time to call his fingertips away from the tender skin in the back of her knee, running his right hand upwards her long lean inner thigh. The muscles of her calf played against the inside of his knee as her toes dug into the mat, seeking for a better stance.
A small, hitched sigh escaped her as his first knuckle finally brushed over the soaked curls between her legs. Then his thick digit straightened up to part her folds and nudge itself deeper into the evidence of her arousal. He was about to make the dive for the pearl in her dripping honey pot as he heard her voice again. “Uh hu?” he looked up at her with a sheepish grin, and slowly withdrew his probing hand to lick his fingertip sensuously. Not bad, but she had tasted even more delicious without that hint of bacta. No treasure without a catch. They would take care of that better sooner than later.
“Cyar’ika... turn out the lights, please,” she begged him, her legs trembling more as she looked around. Since his bulk stopped blanking out her shadow, their continued play on the paper screens was probably more interesting than watching the rise of the first summer moon over the garden.
“Why so urgent?” Jango let her slip gently from his arms onto the mattress, pulled up the linen coverlet in his back and reached for the pillow box. But he had no intentions of putting out the light. Their prescribed safety measures gave him a perfect excuse not to dig around in the dark, but in fact he wanted to see every detail of her expression, every inch of her body as she writhed with pleasure. Among all his experiences, this was the richest... and he wanted to savor it with his eyes wide open.
Tomoe looked to the side briefly, but couldn’t take her eyes from him for long “We... probably entertain half of the resort,” she whispered urgently.
“Ahh... I take care of any complaints,” obviously untroubled by her need for modesty, he brought his face close to hers again; he gently placed his mouth against her lips, “...in the morning.” He added and held her there, ignoring the pain in his side and the arm that was supporting her head and his weight, but eventually began to move his lips over her body, choosing, one after the other, even softer, silkier spots – the tip of her breast, her earlobe, an eyelid, a place under her chin.
He didn’t mind to announce it to the whole place that she was his. He doubted there would be any complaints. Crouched over her like a golden tanned predator to keep his weight from her, he wanted to purr “all mine” until she wrapped her arms around his neck and sealed his lips with a kiss. But no oh-so-talented scratching behind his ears would turn him back into a pussycat now.
His free hand ran down her side and leg, closing around the back of her left knee her as she opened her thighs up for his entry. But he had better plans than to settle into a position he had used to subdue her, to grind her into mattress with his superior weight once more. As much as he needed to be in control, he wanted to make a difference. “Relax,” he commanded in a throaty whisper. ‘Oups – the bad word’, he reminded himself but it looked like he had been forgiven, “Let yourself enjoy this,” with that, he rolled them on their sides, pulling her with him by his hand on her hamstring.
She arched her back as he finally closed the gap between their bodies, her flexibility made up for the height difference as she lifted her face to him, his lips fusing with hers, her taut nipples rubbing his chest. His rippling abdomen melted against hers and his poking rod slid down her belly until it nudged her moist folds. Feeling her grind into him eagerly, he tightened his hold on her leg and pulled her thigh up and over his hip. He would tease her no more.
He’d chosen this position because it did not allow him to thrust deeply, but instead kept them face-to-face and embracing each other tightly. What he truly desired was to be as close to her as he could be and do nothing more than she could take already. She removed one hand from the tight hold around his neck. He groaned and his big brawny body shuddered as she ran a finger lightly down his throat in spite before she passed her hand down between their bodies to wrap around his large sheathed erection, her grasp resolute enough to make him breath down her neck hotly in expectation.
He felt her heart pounding against his palm as he spread his hand over her back to support her when she pressed the sweet seal on his offering in a slow circling motion of her little round butt. Spurred on by a sudden fusion of love and lust, he pushed himself into her centre, gently, yet hurriedly, and as deep as he could before he was overtaken with the feeling of being inside her once again.
“Yes!” Her grip around him was wide and deep, as firm as her hand’s as her body hugged his savagely hard rod in tune with her inhale. Gradually he felt her relax, loosening a bit around him. He couldn’t possibly keep still any longer. When she withdrew her slender hand, he was already driving into her with short, slow, intense thrusts, opening her up more and more as they continued to cling to one another. She stroked her palms over his back and shoulders, feeling the steely strength of him under her fingers and around her and against her, everywhere and anywhere she could reach, and she delighted in the feel of him, so solid and real. He was so different from the previous times, for he was utterly tender with her now.
Her breath quickened each time he moved, and he could feel it hot and moist on his shoulder. A stab in his side would have reminded him whenever he pulled her leg too hard, yet he paused, looking down at her, ready to calm any of her fears. Of course she was a poor second to him in hand-to-hand fighting, but that didn’t mean anything in bed. His Cin’ciri wasn’t made of porcelain. Her light yet strong and agile body gave as good as it took, impossible to shake down, like snow falling on a Wampa fur or sticking to a mountain flank. Her inner thigh felt like velvet on his side, and her heel nudged the small of his back urging him on as she wrapped herself around him. Again her tongue entered his mouth, dancing with his.
Creation, he must feel more of her! He nearly pulled out, and drove into her deeply, holding her there for a moment as her tightness and his great need and desire unleashed the beast that lurked inside him. Taking a good hold on her heart-shaped butt with both hands he turned over on his back. She fluently rolled with him to straddle his hips and bury him deeper inside of her, containing him fully as he took her weight. Her hips picked up the rhythm of his trusts, her lower back rolling in his guiding hands.
He learned that the up and down he put on her shapely outside in tune with his trusts was just the beginning of what her insides could do to his member once she straightened up, her fingers digging into the thick muscles of his shoulders. So eager to please him! He looked up into her passionate face and gave a slow smile of gratification while his fingers went up to rub the rosy, velvety crests. He hadn’t done much to her yet, nevertheless she looked absolutely pleasured by his actions. A sheen of moisture highlighted her curves as she bent backwards gracefully and let him make love to her.
He was electrified with her lust for him; this was more than he had hoped for. She didn’t just allow him fuck her; she was using him for her passion as well. He leered, happy with the hunger she displayed as he found the pearl of her pleasure and rubbed it in tune with the rocking of their joint bodies. He could play her with a single fingertip, yet she wanted more and he would give her more. Sliding his hands over the quivering surface of her tummy with his fingers spread wide, he grabbed her firmly by her hips again. Pressing his broad shoulders into the mattress he drove his thrusts wickedly upwards into her. Since he had made sure it was save to put more force in his motion, he admired his own strength as he looked up at her magnificent plump breasts bouncing with each of his thrusts.
Jango gritted and ground his teeth as her body tightened up around him in preparation of her climax and he felt his own maddening rush of vibrations. Tomoe tried to stifle her moan in her hand with little success, her body beginning to convulse fiercely, pumping his already hypersensitive organ. The beast was no longer fulfilled to be trapped beneath her. She had played him long enough, he had to give it all to her now, there was no stopping! It broke free and rolled her to her back, driving his cock into her with one great, hard and deep thrust that broke the seal of tightness her contractions had formed. A mewl hitched in her throat.
‘Bad idea!’ his conscience yelled in the back of his head and fought to tackle the beast before it could ravage his love further. “Have I hurt you?” He asked breathlessly with concern in his eyes, an ice cold shiver running down his back, squishing the heat in his groin. He had broken his one rule tonight, given in for a second and now he would lose her forever…
“I’m fine...” She couldn’t just smile reassuringly while utter darkness fell over his expression. This wasn’t the moment for a lengthy explanation that she was alright, that he fulfilled her hunger to be safe, to be loved, to be no longer lost and lonely. He had been a slave to his failure for too long. If she wanted him to be free, if she wanted him to join her in climax, she had to lead him out of his cage with boot to backside. “I said: let it out!” She commanded. Underneath his startled, awkward bulk, Tomoe twisted like a cheetah, her hand came up, nails slashing over his pectoral. “Now!” She drove her heel into the small of his back to spur him on.
The burning scratch shattered his concerns; he instinctively caught her wrists, held them over her head and gave in to his desire. She panted with the pleasure of feeling his heavy weight on top of her, pinning her to the mattress; the tightly leashed strength of his taut muscles and the heat of his body combining to envelop her in a cocoon of exhilarating sense of desire, and danger, and surprisingly, utter safety. Her body was at his mercy, but she was in ecstasy at that thought.
She loved his roughness, the wild savagery of his hunger. It spoke to her beyond words, found the path to some deep inner sanctum - a raw source of sexual energy that had never been really explored - she had always known it existed within her but had never been able to tap into it before, and she knew with every fibre of her being that he was the one to get her there.
He could feel that he was close, his cock swelling, pounding, ready to gush, and this time he did not try to stop himself. He could let go, he was free of any foreign or self induced bounds, he was coming home. Two bodies tensed, twisted, fought for release, begged for climax, and then exploded into one another.
He collapsed on top of her as he tried to at least regain his breath. His warmth weight slanted over her gave her a frame of reference as the world around her swayed like a boat on the waves. Yet within seconds, the thought of how heavy he was gave Jango the inspiration to flop over onto his back beside Tomoe, his chest heaving.
She moaned out her loss.
“How do you feel?” He gasped, half expecting a casualty report like in the aftermath of a great battle.
“Good.” Still stupefied, she rolled over and propped herself up on an elbow to inspect his chest for damage. There were three parallel scratches visible on his golden tan, but thanks to her neatly manicured short nails, she hadn’t drawn any blood.
“Why?” he inquired, stroking her cheek. He was back to gentleness impersonated, yet the mere memory of her sudden outburst made something deep inside him twitch with excitement. The sweat sting on his chest certainly was a small price for what he had experienced.
“I felt you were holding back,” she explained, “Please do not hide your strength from me. I love your strength, your body, your fierce spirit. I wished you would let me feel the entirety of all of them... and it looked like you were in need of an extra-invite.”
“Uh hu...” he huffed and pulled her over him like a blanket, kissing her deeply. Afterwards, he reclined on his back holding her close, her head on his chest. His hands tangled through her long hair, enjoying its soft, silky texture. He rested his head on the cushion, feeling pleasantly exhausted. The room went quiet but for the sound of their gasping lungs that proved they hadn’t gone deaf.
After a while, he nimbly if not a bit wearily got to his feet, cleaned up briefly and began to snuff out the candles, then opened the picture window, just a crack. A ray of moonlight painted a stripe on the mats at their feet. All the while he was watching her through heavy lidded eyes. An air of relaxed satiation and a certain male arrogance surrounded him; it glittered in his eyes as he let his gaze roam over her flushed form reclining on the mats, as possessive and tangible as a touch.
He spread out the gauzy mosquito net and slipped back into bed next to her, pulling her close. He radiated warmth like the healthy animal he was, and she felt as warm and cozy as if the covers were tucked around her and not lying in a tangled heap at the foot of the bedding. She slid her right hand over the arm about her waist, threading her fingers with his. A deep, quiet pleasure glowed inside her, and she was utterly content here in his arms.

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