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Title: The Christening

Author: Crysta Novelli jedicrysta@yahoo.com

Characters: Corran and Mirax Horn

Category: PWP, Humor, Romance

Rated: NC-17

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Summary: Someone *cough, cough* Angela Jade *cough, cough* wanted to see a fic with a couple having sex in an X-wing. That darned bunny behaved for so long, before finally escaping its cage and biting me, hard! Here's what it made me write. Warning: There is a
little plot in this, but not too much. :-)

Note: This takes place somewhere just after The Bacta War (Rogue Squadron, book 4), but there aren't any spoilers other than that Corran and Mirax are married.

Disclaimers: I don't own any of them, although I wouldn't mind having Whistler to help me out at work... Corran belongs to Mirax and Mirax to Corran. Oh, and I guess they both belong to Michael Stackpole. ;-) Muchas gracias to my beta's, Angie, Chris, Mara, and Gill. If there are any mistakes, it's not my fault!

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"I thought I'd find you two out here."

Corran Horn looked down from the cockpit of his X-wing fighter to see his wife standing at the foot of the yellow ladder that lead to his cockpit. Her long, black hair flowed down over her shoulders, a sharp contrast to the light gray of the flightsuit she wore. He matched her smile as Mirax gripped the rungs of the ladder and pulled herself up it until she reached his eye level.

"Hi there," Corran replied, and Whistler, his astromech droid, warbled a greeting.

"Hi yourself," Mirax responded, leaning in closer for a kiss. "What are you doing?" she asked as their lips parted.

"Whistler and I thought we'd run some diagnostics and see if we couldn't figure out how to tweak some systems and get some more power out of this thing," he replied. "How was your meeting?"

"Boring." Mirax rolled her eyes. "And if I have to listen to that Bothan anymore this week, I swear I'm going to kidnap him and sell him to some sadomasochist looking for a new pet," she muttered.

Corran laughed. "I think you'd be endeared to the New Republic forever if you did that," he chuckled.

"Yeah, well someone needs to put in hin his place before he gains any more power around here," she griped. "At the rate he's going, he'll be leading this government in a couple of decades."

"Mirax, don't even say that!" Corran shuddered, a vision of horror passing before his eyes as he imagined Borsk Fey'lya in charge of the New Republic. "That's not even funny!"

"I know," she replied. "Let's just hope Mon Mothma and Princess Leia can keep that from happening. So, how are the diagnostics coming?" she asked, changing the subject.

"Well, Whistler was almost done running a few programs when you got here..." Corran responded, and Whistler beeped in response. Looking down at the viewscreen in the cockpit, Corran saw a message scroll across it detailing numbers and percentages.

"Looks good, Whistler! Nice job," Corran praised the droid, which hooted a smug response. "No, I never had any doubts," the pilot chuckland and his wife laughed.

"You going to take it for a test flight, Lieutenant?" Mirax asked.

"Nah, it's not necessary," Corran replied, turning and meeting Mirax's beautiful brown eyes. At his response, he noticed a familiar twinkle in her eyes. "What?" he asked, knowing she'd thought of something.

"Well..." she replied, tracing her finger over the edge of the cockpit area at the top of the ladder. Her eyes twinkled brighter as she looked into his deep green eyes. "I've let you fly the
Skate before. How about you return the favor?"

He blinked. "But you don't how how to fly a fighter, Mirax!"

"Right," she replied, "but it's never to late to learn, is it?"

"No, but..." he responded.

"And I can't think of anyone I'd rather have teach me," she continued, a sultry edge creeping into her voice.

"I'm flattered, Mirax," Corran replied, "and you know I'd love to teach you, but can we start in a simulator?" He knew Mirax was an excellent pilot, and he had great faith in her abilities, but something told him that her taking the X-wing for a spin, even with Whistler along, was
not a good idea. Whistler beeped loudly, indicating that he agreed with Corran's suggestion.

"Relax, both of you," Mirax scolded lightly. "I didn't mean I wanted you to let me fly this crate solo right now." She watched as her husband released a breath he probably hadn't even realized he'd been holding. She knew his ship was as precious to him as her ship, the
Pulsar Skate, was to her. "Not that Whistler couldn't handle the ship on his own," she continued, ignoring the droid's responding blat, "but I thought that maybe you could give me a hands-on lesson this afternoon, and get me out of the city."

"Hands-on, huh?" Corran repeated, catching her drift finally. He looked at his wife, seeing both the need to get away from the busy life of politics for a bit and her love for flying. An X-wing was a one-man fighter, but he and Mirax were both slight of frame. If she sat on his lap, it would be possible, if not the most comfortable condition for flying. Corran grinned, realizing that having Mirax on his lap might make him a little more uncomfortable than usual, though.

Mirax knew that look on his face well. "Relax, flyboy," she responded, smiling. "You'll get that later. Right now, I really want to blow this spacestand."

"Well, then, what are we waiting for?" he asked, smiling back. "Whistler, get her ready for takeoff."

The droid whistled in response, and Mirax gripped the edge of the cockpit as the engines came online. The droid ran the startup sequence, and Corran helped Mirax the rest of the way up the ladder. She slid easily in between his legs, settling herself on the front section of the ejection seat. Though close to the stick, she wasn't so close that controlling the ship would be difficult. It wasn't as if they were going out to do anything fancy. She just wanted to get out of the city and spend a little time with her husband.

Corran wrapped his arms around Mirax, making sure he could reach the stick if necessary, and adjusted the seat so she could reach the rudder pedals. He left the life-support gear on the floor, since they wouldn't be leaving atmosphere and wouldn't need it.

Mirax pumped the rudder controls experimentally, getting a feel for them, and scanned the heads up display in front of her. All the instruments in the dashboard were familiar to her, if just in different spots. A message scrolled across the screen in front of her, indicating that they were ready to go.

"Reach over and flick that green switch, love," Corran instructed, pointing to a switch to their left. Mirax flicked it, and Corran spoke up. "Control, this is Rogue Nine. Requesting permission to depart."

"Rogue Nine, this is Control," a voice responded. "Taking her for a test flight, Sir?"

Corran smiled, kng tng the 'her' he referred to was the ship and not Mirax. "Sort of," he replied. "We'll stay within the first shield, though."

"Very good, Sir," the Control officer responded. "You have clearance to depart."

"Thank you," the pilot returned, and Mirax flipped the com off. "She's all yours, beautiful," Corran said, reaching up to brush Mirax's hair back and plant a kiss on her cheek.

Grinning, Mirax eased the stick back and increased the throttle, shunting power to the repulsors as the X-wing slowly rose from the hanger floor and headed to the waiting exit. She sed oed out slow, making sure she had control of the fighter, and pressed down on the port rudder as she cleared the hanger. The X-wing began to turn gently towards its port side, and Mirax pressed harder on the foot pedal to sharpen it. She brought them around, eased back on the stick and leveled out the rudders to bring them up and out of the city on a steady line of flight.

"So, where do you want to go?" she asked, settling back against Corran as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"How about someplace quiet?" he suggested, inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo and enjoying the feel of her in his arms.

"Quiet? On Coruscant?" she laughed. "I guess that means we're heading to the mountains then."

Whistler beeped a course allotment, and Mirax adjusted their course, heading out from the large towers of the city towards the equally towering mountains on the south edge of the city. She increased the speed of the X-wing slightly, by no means testing the adjustments Corran and Whistler had just made, but allowing her to get the feel of the powerful ship she was flying.

"Want to try a few maneuvers?" Corran asked.

"Do you really have to ask?" Mirax quipped, and Corran laughed. "Let's see what this can do, Whistler!e ene encouraged the droid, her excitement at flying the small ship obvious to all three occupants of the sleek craft.

Whistler tootled excitedly in response, causing the couple to chuckle. Mirax increased the throttle even more, then pulled back on the stick, easing the ship into a steep climb. Realizing the ship would fly differently in atmosphere than in the vacuum of space, she was careful not to pull the maneuver too tight and lose control of the fighter. The X-wing looped up and around in a large loop, and as they came around and headed back down towards the planet, Corran reached his hands forward and placed them on Mirax's.

"Hit the right rudder pedal," he instructed, and she did so. The fighter responded by entering into a spin, and Mirax giggled in delight. With Corran's hands guiding her control of the stick, they moved the fighter in a series of rolls and weaves, watching out for towers and other traffic, but allowing Mirax to see why Corran enjoyed his ship so much.

Mirax's excitement was contagious, and Corran found himself immensely enjoying his wife's presence in the cockpit of the fighter.

"I'm glad you talked me into this," he whispered into her ear as they came out of a particularly twisting combinatio mov moves.

Mirax leveled the ship out. "I can tell, flyboy," she replied, adjusting her seat in his lap. "Do you always get this turned on when you fly?"

Corran groaned as her body rubbed against his arousal. "Only when you're whispering sweet nothings over the com system," he responded in a slightly forced voice.
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Mirax grinned, remembering their conversation as they pulled back into Coruscant after liberating Thyferra. Her co-pilot had gone into the back to check on passengers she'd agreed to transport, and she'd flipped to Corran's private frequency. When they'd landed, it was all Corran could do not to jump her in the middle of the space port.

"What do you say we head out to those mountains now," she asked, realigning the ship with the Manarai mountains.

"Sounds like a plan to me," he replied, gritting his teeth as she shifted her body again, teasing him further.

A few moments longer and they'd finally reached the base of the beautiful, snow-capped mountains. The only really peaceful, and natural, place left on Coruscant, the mountains were a welcome relief from the constant cityscape of the planet.

Mirax pulled back on thr thre, se, slowing the ship so she could fly lower and search for a good place to land.

Whistler beeped, and Mirax looked down to see a message scroll across the HUD. Loo out out the viewport she replied, "Yeah, I see it Whistler." Easing the throttle back a little farther and working the control stick to starboard, she brought the ship in closer to a small clearing the droid had designated as being a good place to set the ship down. She came in right over the tops of the trees, then killed the forward thrust and brought the repulsors online. Landing the X-wing wasn't really much different than landing her own ship, aside from the huge difference in size, and she set the fighter down easily.

"Thanks, Whistler," Mirax retorted as the droid whistled and printed a message on her screen. Corran looked over her shoulder and caught the droid's praise of her landing and chuckled. Mirax gave him a Look, then killed thep'sp's engines and popped the cockpit canopy. The duo of pilots inhaled the sweet scent of the natural foliage as the clean air assaulted their noses.

"Now, how about you getting off of my lap, love?" Corran suggested, the crisp air doing as much to his libido as Mirax's being in his lap was.

"Oh, I don't know..." Mirax commented, turning in his arms but making no move to get out of the fighter. "I kind of like sitting in your lap, Lieutenant," she smirked.

Corran kissed her then, and somehow Mirax managed to wriggle her way out from around the control stick to turn around in the cockpit. It was difficult, but she ended up straddling his lap, facing him, her lips still connected to his and the control stick to her back.

"Mirax," Corran warned lightly, breaking the kiss, "If we don't get out of here soon, I'm not going to be able to climb down the ladder."

She grinned at him"Act"Actually, I think we should christen your ship, Corran," she replied, her eyes dancing with playful passion.

"Cute," he replied, rolling his eyes.

"I'm serious," she responded, her hands reaching for the zipper on his flightsuit.

Corran raised his eyebrows. "Mirax, I know we've christened the Skate, but there
is a little more room in your ship than in mine..."

"You have a problem being in close quarters with me, Lieutenant Horn?" she teased, her fingers working his flightsuit open.

Corran closed his eyes briefly as her hands reached the bare skin of his chest. "Not at all," he murmured. "But what about Whistler?"

"What about him?" she asked in reply, smiling seductively. "He won't see anything he hasn't seen before, and he knows better than to record anything unless he wants his parts sold to the highest bidder. I could get quite a bit out of an ex-CorSec droid, even after a memory wipe."

Whistler blatted exactly what he thought of that, and Corran laughed. The laughter ended quickly, however, as he looked into Mirax's hazy orbs. He didn't need any words to recognize the desire shining in her dark eyes. Leaning forward, Mirax captured his lips in a passionate kiss.

Corran closed his eyes as his wife's lips met his. Their tongues met in a twisting duel that was quite familiar to both of them yet, like their sex life, hardly grew old or mundane. Corran's hands drifted from where they rested on Mirax's waist to the front of her flightsuit that formed the barrier between her body and his. He found the zipper near her neck and lowered it swiftly.

Mirax squirmed as Corran's hands entered her suit and slid over her breasts. Her hands in turn slid deep inside his suit and up over his shoulders, forcing the cloth down around them. Corran pulled his hands of hef her suit, then pulled his arms all the way out of his sleeves as she pushed the cloth down. Once divested of his suit, he returned the fa pul pulling Mirax's down to her waist. Her bra followed close behind.

As Corran's hands slid back around to grasp her breasts, Mirax tilted her head back in ecstasy. She loved the feel of his hands on her body, and he knew just where to touch to get the best reactions from her. Her hands ran over his broad shoulders as he dipped his head to suck lightly on her neck. His fingers worked her nipples to tight peaks and her breathing grew shallow. Corran worked his way down her neck, trailing kisses across her collar bone, then slid his hands around her back. Arching her back, Mirax pressed against his hands as his lips closed over a breast.

Corran suckled lightly, supporting her as she writhed beneath his lips so that the flight stick didn't end up wedged in her back. Her hands tangled in his hair, and Corran felt his desire for her growing quickly. Mirax's low moans filled the small cockpit, drifting out upon the light breeze to dance their way through the trees.

It was Corran's turn to groan as Mirax pressed low lower body against his, rocking her hips in a slow motion against the stiffening organ still confined in his flightsuit.

"Mirax..." he moaned in a low tone, his arousal dripping from his voice.

......" she replied, her own voice just as low, "you're wearing far too much clothing, CorSec."

"Then I suggest we do something to correct that problem," he returned. "Though how we're going to accomplish that is going to take a fair bit of ingenuity." He groaned once more as she rocked against him again.

"Hang on," she replied. "If I press against your hands and wedge my feet here," she said, working her feet up onto the seat, "you can raise your hips enough..."

"Got it," he replied. "I knew there was a reason I loved you so much."

"You'd better love me more than just because I can figure out how to strip you in your X-wing," she retorted, and Corran snorted lightly. Mirax leaned forward and silenced his comeback with a kiss, then pressed her back into his hands. As her hips raised off him, he was able to brace his legs and raise his body off the seat. Mirax grabbed his flightsuit and tugged, pulling it and his undergarments off his hips in one swift motion.

Corran lowered himself back to his seat, feeling extremely odd letting his bare flesh settle into the cool upholstery. Mirax settled back across his thighs, pulled her feet down frhe she seat, then leaned forward and raised her hips in the air. As she leaned forward, her breasts dangled tantalizingly in front of Corran's face, causing him to inhale deeply at the beautiful sight. He kissed one, then reached his hands out and found the top of her suit. Gripping it firmly, he tugged it down and pushed it as far down her legs as he could manage. She reached out and placed her hands on his shoulders, bracing herself, then wriggled her legs around a bite fee felt pressure on the material tangled around his legs, then realized what she was doing. When the last of her flightsuit was off, she spread her legs again and climbed back on his lap. Her hands slid into position around his neck as her bare flesh finally contacted his.

Mirax leaned in and pressed her lips to Corran's, kissing him hungrily. The wetness in her loins brushed against his jutting arousal, causing a shudder to travel through them both. Corran's hands slid down her hips, grasping them firmly and raising her off his lap. He slouched slightly in the seat to take advantage of a better angle, then lowered her onto his waiting shaft.

Mirax inhaled deeply as he filled her, closing her eyes and throwing her head back. Corran hissed as her walls tightened around him, then closed his own eyes briefly as Mirax began to rock back and forth. Her strokes started out slow, allowing the pressure inside each of them to build gradually, but as the moments wore on, Corran began to aid her by grasping her hips and raising her in time with the natural rocking motion of his hips. They quickly built up a fierce rhythm, finding ample room in the tight confines of the cockpit when joined so closely together.

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The vocalizations of their lovemaking filled the air until they silenced each other in another hungry kiss. As Corran plundered her mouth in a rhythm that matched the thrusting of their hips in passion and intensity, he withdrew one hand from its tight hold on her hip and trailed it over her stomach and down towards her curls. His fingers zeroed in on their target, and in Mirax's mind the target lock instantaneously switched from greenred red as he reached her clit. Stars exploded behind her eyes, her walls clenching around Corran as if they were the only thing holding her in the cockpit. Corran followed her out of the galaxy as pleasure rushed through his system, her orgasm triggering his own. He continued to thrust into her as she milked the hot gift from within him until they both were completely spent. Out of breath, they collapsed against each other and sank into the depths of the seat.

It was several minutes before either of them could inhale enough oxygen to speak. When he finally managed to find his voice, it was weak. "I hope Whistler's still with us," he said.

Mirax raised her head from where it lay on his chest and looked at him, her eyebrow raised questioningly.

Corran grinned. "That was by far the most action this ship has ever seen," he quipped.

Mirax rolled her eyes and shook her head, sitting up slightly. As she did so, the tone for the ship's com sounded. Mirax raised her eyebrow again. "Should I get that?"

"Yeah, you'd better," he replied reluctantly. "It could be important."

Reaching behind her, she flipped the green switch. "Nine here," Corran said.

"Corran, it's Wedge," the familiar voice replied. "I was just wondering if you'd seen your wife lately."

Corran suppressed a laugh. "Yeah, actually," heliedlied, hoping the humor he saw in the situation wasn't transmitting through his voice.

"Great," Wedge responded. "Do you know where she is? Admiral Ackbar was looking for her."

Mirax grinned at him, then spoke up. "I'm here, Wedge," she replied.

Corran would have given anything to see Wedge's reaction to that. There was a short pause, and then Wedge's voice asked, "Aren't you in your Xg, Cg, Corran?"

"Yes, Sir," he replied, stifling another laugh.

"But the Skate is still docked in its hanger." The puzzlement in Wedge's voice seeped through the com, and Mirax's grin broadened.

"Yes, Commander Antilles, it is," she responded.

"Then how are you..." his voice trailed off as he pondered the details they'd just given him.

"You'd be surprised how much room there is in these cockpiCommCommander," Corran replied grinning, and Mirax barely covered a laugh.

"I don't think I want to know what you're implying there, Nine," Wedge's voice responded, and both Mirax and Corran could make out the humor he'd suddenly found in the situation. "Mirax, please look up Admiral Ackbar when you get get in. Rogue Lead out."

Mirax killed the transmission and cracked up. Corran joined her, his sides shaking as he tried to imagine Wedge's face when he'd mentioned the roominess of the cockpits. As Mirax's laughter shook her own body in a rhythm that didn't quite match Corran's, the couple again became aware of the fact that their bodies remained joined as one.

As their laughter ceased, Mirax looked into her husband's emerald eyes. "I don't know about you, Lieutenant, but I'm not looking forward to figuring out how to get that suit back on."

"Well, I supposed we could always just go back the way we are right now," he deadpanned.

Mirax grinned. "I think they'd probably enjoy that too much."

"I think you're probably right," he agreed. He settled his hands around her waist, and looked straight into her deep, dark eyes. "I don't know about you, Captain, but I have enough fuel for another run."

"Oh, I think I could swing it," Mirax replied, smiling.

"How long do you think Ackbar can wait?" Corran asked.

Mirax's smile broadened. "He can wait until I'm done learning all the maneuvers this ship can handle."

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