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Awakening	By : laloga13 Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 4569 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Six

Some time later, as their heartbeats were returning to normal, Kali was running her hands across his face with a tenderness that Stonewall had never experienced anywhere else.

“That was nice,” she said leaning forward and kissing his cheek. “I think that before too long, the student will surpass the teacher.”

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her so that he could capture her mouth with his, smiling when he felt her lips part. They remained so for several minutes before he pulled back and studied her. “How are you feeling?”

The glowing in her eyes had returned, albeit faintly. “Well enough, though I could use a shower,” she replied, sitting up and smoothing out her hair. She raised her brow at the thought. “That could be fun...”

“It's only a few steps away,” Stonewall said, nodding to the door that led to the 'fresher of the cabin. He'd taken a look earlier, while she was still unconscious, and noted that it was equipped with soap and other necessities.

However, Kalinda shook her head, her dark hair swaying at her back. “I have a better idea.”

When they slipped out of their quarters, Stonewall was startled to see that it was nearing dawn; from what he could make out through the canopy, the sky was still dark but there was a lighter cast to the eastern edge of the sky. A chorus of birds had just started to sing.

This is really a beautiful place, he thought as he followed Kalinda down an obscured pathway that lead away from the camp. She had dressed in her robe, though he knew that she was naked beneath the flowing garment, a thought that stirred desire within him. For his part, he had dressed in his off-duty tunic and pants; they were both barefoot.

“Honi mentioned this place to me on our way to the caverns,” Kalinda said, her pack in her hand. “She said that there are quite a few springs around here – apparently there's a series of underground streams that connect through the entire area. We should be able to find a secluded place.”

“Why won't you let me carry your pack?”

“Because I'm not an invalid, Stone. A fact you should be well aware of by now.”

“Then why won't you let me carry you?” At his words her eyes flicked back to him, glowing once more in the darkness and he shot her a grin to let her know he was teasing.

“I intend on using you quite vigorously until all this is settled,” she replied, her mouth curving into a wry smile. “You may have stamina, but I am a Jedi. If I were you, I'd take the chance to rest while I could, Captain.”

His grin widened. “As you wish, General.”

Sure enough, they reached the first spring within a few minutes, though it was another half hour before they found a suitably private area; this spring was wide and shallow at the edges, surrounded on all sides by a sandy beach, with a few boulders scattered about. By this time the sky had lightened to a pale pink, streaked with gold and saffron clouds; even in the light of near-dawn, the glow of Kalinda's eyes was very visible.

A swift calculation confirmed that it had been just over an hour since they'd been tangled together, and Stonewall could tell that she was starting to feel the urgency again. After they set their belongings down – he'd been carrying a few towels and a change of clothes for each of them – he decided to take the initiative. While she was surveying the spring from her vantage point on the sandy shore, he came behind her and began kissing and nuzzling her neck, running his hands over the brown robe so that he was caressing her hips through the thin fabric.

Suddenly, she turned and faced him. There was a moment where she reached up to pull his face down to hers so that she could kiss him once, then she discarded her robe on the beach and slipped into the spring, disappearing beneath the surface a moment later. The water was almost perfectly clear; as he stripped and followed her in, he could see her dark hair fanning out around her head while she waited for him to follow.

Seconds later he was immersed as well, relishing the pleasantly cool temperature of the water as he glided towards the center of the spring, where she was waiting. He only needed a few sweeping strokes to carry him to her; when he reached her side he noted that it was shallow enough to stand, as the water came up to his lower hips, while on her it hit just below her breasts.

For a moment he glanced around them, watching the threads of sunlight that were filtering in through the canopy and dappling the water. Low-hanging moss draped at the farthest edges of the spring, and a breeze shuffled past; an inhale revealed the scent of something sweet and floral. It was easy to appreciate Mundali's beauty, he thought, but the paradise-world paled in comparison to the dark-haired woman standing before him.

As if echoing his thoughts, Kalinda swept her eyes across the view, then back his way. “This place is so beautiful.”

“You are so beautiful,” he said, resting his hands on her hips. The desire to touch her, to feel her bare skin beneath his was overwhelming; when she smiled up at him, he felt his throat catch.

She glanced behind him at the shore, where she'd left her pack and gave an exaggerated sigh. “For some unknown reason we're a bit distracted, Stone. We left the soap ashore. I'll be right back.”

Before he could reply she dove beneath the surface and made her way to the shoreline, where she stepped out of the spring and began rummaging through the pack, droplets of water running down her back and hair to dot the sand at her feet. Moments later she returned with a small, opaque bottle.

“You first,” she said, emptying some of the bottle's contents into her palm before handing him the bottle. “Turn around.”

Stonewall put his back to her and gave a quiet sigh as she began rubbing her hands, slick with the clean scent, across his neck and shoulders, moving down to his buttocks and legs; under her ministrations, the back of his entire body – including the areas that were already submerged in the clear water – was soon stripped of any remaining dirt and sweat.

For the duration of the experience, Stonewall found it difficult to breathe, especially when her breasts lightly brushed against him as she worked. When she'd finished with his back, she held out her palm, into which he squirted more soap, before she moved to face him. Now her fingers glided over his chest and arms, pausing to scrub at his navel while she gave him a grin, then they slid down his torso; her touch caused him to swell further as he watched her work.

Suddenly he felt her mouth over him, a startling warmth that contrasted with the coolness of the water, again eliciting a throb of desire that made him suck in his breath. His first inclination was to reach down and pull her closer, but he held back the urge, instead choosing to rest his hands lightly on her shoulders.

When she came up for air, he was the one gasping. As she reached up to kiss him, he noted that the glow in her eyes was rather strong again, and in that moment he decided that he would take her in the middle of the clear spring. Stonewall dropped the soap and took her in his arms, lifting her up and pushed her down on top of his length, sliding the fingers of his right hand to seek out her core even as he held her aloft with his left. When he did so, Kali wrapped her arms around his neck and made a noise of pleasure, and he angled his head down to half-kiss, half-bite at the smooth patch of skin at her throat.

When his head lifted and he met her eyes with his, he took a fierce delight in the way that she whimpered his name, and the way that the water lapped around them as he thrust himself into her. Soon enough he could tell that she was climaxing again, as the whimper turned into a cry and her grip on his shoulders tightened.

It was a powerful sensation, to know that he was bringing about this reaction in her, and he decided to to test himself by withholding his own release, to see how long he could withstand the urge.

As if sensing his thoughts, a wicked grin crossed her face and she began to kiss and bite at his neck even as she was still impaled and in his arms, intermittently murmuring his name as she rocked her own body against his, thereby negating all of his careful control.

Control having slipped away, he found himself thrusting into her with all the force he could muster; he came faster than he would have expected, crying her name as he did so. Afterward, they sunk into the water, only their eyes showing for a moment as she smiled at him; a moment later she stood and extended her hand – propelled by the Force, the soap bottle landed in his palm.

“My turn,” she said, turning her back to him and gathering her hair out of the way.

Obligingly, he began to rub the soap across her skin, enjoying the feel of it beneath his fingers. I don't think I could ever grow tired of this, he thought as he massaged her shoulders and arms. It'll be strange to go back to how things were...

The seemingly idle thought struck him like blaster bolt: they were essentially living in a fantasy and that soon the real world would come crashing back over their heads, and he would never be able to touch her again. It was an understanding that also brought a stab of remorse, and he felt the pace of his hands across her skin falter.

Of course, she sensed his thoughts; he was starting to realize just how attuned to him she was, and wondered if it had always been so, or if their shared experience had somehow heightened the connection.

“Things have changed, Stonewall,” she said as she turned her face to his. “They'll never be as they once were. But neither of us can do anything about that right now.”

“I know,” he replied, reaching his hand up to skim her jaw. “Believe me, Kali. I know. But I also...” He sighed and looked down at the water, where he could clear through to their feet. “I wish I knew what was going to happen later. After.”

The look that she gave him was filled with tenderness, despite the lambent glow he could see within her eyes. “Me too, Stone. But the Living Force teaches us to live in the here and now; nothing else matters but this moment.”

“I'm afraid I don't know anything about the Force,” he replied in a wry voice as he rested his hands on her hips.

Again, she gave him that smile. It filled him, buoyed him, in a way that reached far beyond any of the pleasure from the physical things they'd shared. “It means that we should take our pleasure where we can find it. ”

As she spoke, he could see the glow returning – stronger than ever, it seemed – and she pressed her body to his even as her hand caressed his cheek; Stonewall couldn't help it, and he leaned into her touch, savoring the brush of her fingertips along his skin as she whispered: “Now finish what you started, soldier.”

It took him a minute to collect himself after that. At last, he continued to wash her, running his hands across her breasts and hips, spending a bit of time below her waist, which made her sigh and whimper all at once. She was right. There was no way of knowing what would happen once this ordeal was over, but he doubted he'd ever be this lucky again. It would be best to savor what he had while he had it.

Nothing else matters but this moment.

Suddenly, an idea bubbled to the surface of his mind. Rather than vocalize it, he simply tilted her face up to his and kissed her fiercely, imagining exactly what he wanted to do to her and hoping that she would pick up on it with her Jedi abilities.

Sure enough, he felt a shiver ran across her body when they pulled apart, and she regarded him with a mixture of surprise and anticipation in her gleaming eyes. “Well, what are we waiting for?” she said, turning to make for the shore. “Let's get back.”
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