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Could've Gone Mad	By : dezzu Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 13095 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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On an ordinary day, Rey is both the pilot and the stewardess.

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A loud bang and muted curses from the rear of the small cargo ship startled Rey out of the little moment of relaxation she had been struggling to cultivate for the past hour.

She shifted a bit in her position in the pilot’s seat and looked over her shoulder down the narrow corridor behind her. She couldn’t spot him, but she knew he’d be stomping his way towards her soon. He proved her right moments later.

“There’s no water in this fucking ship.”

Rey’s lips formed a thin line. There was never any water on Jakku, she thought. Deal with it.

“We’ll be there before you know it. Just...try to relax.”

She’d never met another person who was constantly thirsty the way he was. Also, he always seemed to start hitting everything when something he wanted wasn’t right there when he needed it.

She’d come to realize during her time with him that the issue wasn’t what was missing at the moment he blew up; it was that he was needing something else, and just didn’t realize it.

He scoffed and shook his head, turned and paced a short distance down the hall before spinning and heading back towards her. His fists were clenched. He obviously was going to continue to prowl about and be a nuisance unless she did something.

Rey sighed, turning back to the controls. She flipped a couple of switches, unbuckled her restraints and stood up.

He was standing in the doorway of the small cockpit, tensed and looking like he didn’t know whether to move or start his complaints anew. She gave him a fierce glare and stepped towards him like she wasn’t going to wait for him to move out of the way. He turned to the side but didn’t make any effort to press himself against the wall so that she could pass without touching him, so she walked past him with her elbow jutting out, bumping him in the stomach as she went around him.

He was hot on her heels as she walked the short distance into the holding area of the ship, which seemed to hold mostly empty containers on the floor and a few nets dangling from the ceiling. He had popped all of the containers open and left the lids strewn about; the little compartments lining some of the walls were all hanging open and empty.

“See?” he demanded, like she hadn’t believed him. She turned to him then, crossing her arms over her chest.

“So,” she drawled, “you think there isn’t anything here for you to drink?” For emphasis, she let her eyes drift from his face down his body, and then back up.

His reaction was instantaneous. He had a filthier mind than anyone she’d ever met, so it didn’t surprise her that he had immediately figured out what she was implying. He stepped towards her with an entirely different demeanor than just a few moments ago – this version of him was now entirely a predator.

“Are you…” he paused, not breaking eye contact. “Are you going to...urinate on me?”

The last words out of his mouth were soft and dark; Rey shivered just a little bit, but then spun away from him so that he couldn’t see her face before she burst out laughing.

“Pee on you?!” she squealed, turning back towards him and doubling over for emphasis. Through her exaggerated laughter, she could see that he remained frozen in place, his eyes tracking her as she moved. “Gods, no.” She wiped an invisible tear from her eye and stood up straight.

“No, you’re going to get something else to drink. But you will have to be on your knees to get it.”

Without a word and without taking his eyes off her face, he seemed to relax a little and slowly lowered himself to his knees before her. Pleased, she closed the short distance between them and brought her hands up to comb her fingers through his dark, lanky hair.

His large hands came up then, gently grasping her hips. He splayed his fingers and massaged her ass, leaning his face forward and dragging the tip of his nose across her crotch. She let her head fall back a little bit and her eyelids drooped, giving a small mental cheer at finally having such a compliant passenger – one whose hands she was eager to have all over her.

He gave her ass one final squeeze, and then his deft fingers began undoing her boots. She let him pull them off, and then he was attacking the knotted string at her pants like a madman.

Clearly, the thirst is upon him now, she thought.

Her loose pants fell to the floor, leaving her lower body clad in just her underwear. He ran his fingertips along the lower edges of the garment, then slipped his rough fingers underneath so that he could firmly grip her ass, pulling her towards his face as he did. His nose was completely buried in the fabric surrounding her core, and she gasped softly at the contact he’d made with her clit. She let her hand drift lower in his hair, gently carding her fingers at the nape of his neck and giving him a little tug.

With that little bit of encouragement, he withdrew his hands from under the fabric and pulled the garment down her legs, leaving her lower half nude to him. The ship wasn’t exactly toasty, and the cool air now hitting her gave her goosebumps. Groaning, he began quickly running his hands up and down her thighs, stopping to grip her hips and ass. She spread her legs a little, and that was all the direction he needed.

Grasping one of her hips tightly, he looked up at her as he jerked her crotch towards his face, making her hover directly over his mouth.

His free hand came up to gently tug the lips of her pussy open, and his hot breath fanned her exposed flesh, making her shiver. Her head fell back as his firm lips finally made contact with her, gently sucking her slippery flesh before darting his tongue out to make little flicks against her clit.

“Yessss…” she whispered, both of her hands now buried in his hair, her body starting to sway gently against him. The hand on her ass was gripping in time to the strokes from his tongue, occasionally stopping to run over her hip and under the hem of her top, trying to find even more skin to caress.

Her entrance was now sopping wet and aching, and he maneuvered himself further underneath of her to get better access. Both of his hands on her thighs kept her spread wide open as he began thrusting the tip of his tongue into her, and she cried out from the exquisite contact – his soft, hot tongue was hitting just the right spot in the tight ring of nerves at her entrance.

She hadn’t looked at him since his mouth first made contact with her flesh; her head fell forward now so she could see him as he worked on her.

His eyes were closed, and her hands had really done a number on his hair. His large, strong hands were continuously flexing and gripping her thighs. As if he felt her looking at him, he opened his eyes and gazed up at her, but his eyes seemed glazed and his lids were drooping. They slid shut again a moment later, and so did hers.

The coil of her orgasm was growing tighter in her abdomen, and now she gripped his hair harder near his scalp, her hips pulsing slightly against his rigid hold on her in an effort to gain more depth from his tongue. She shuddered as a ripple of pleasure moved through her; she was so close, she could taste it.

Rey’s head flew back as her orgasm hit, her mind going white and blank as her pussy convulsed around his wicked tongue. She gasped harshly with each pulse of her core, and moaned his name as his soft tongue withdrew from her.

Swaying a little on her feet, Rey used her hands in his hair to keep her balance. Panting, she looked down at him. He was panting too, and his eyes still looked glazed. His dark orbs flicked up to hers, and his voice sounded a little slurred as he spoke.

“Rey…I’m still thirsty.”

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