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One, Two, Three	By : laloga13 Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 3093 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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No clue where this came from, but here it is...

She had said that she wanted to pay him back, but Stonewall didn't think it was necessary. So he was startled when one day, as their squad had rendezvoused with the Resolute to resupply, Kali had pulled him aside into a supply closet and begun unfastening the armored plating at his waist. Before he had a chance to respond, her deft hands had removed the pieces and her mouth was on him, making him shudder and groan under her ministrations. He choked out her name, once, as he leaned against the wall of the tiny room and tried to keep his focus.

But she was insistent and her mouth was hot and he could do nothing but reach his climax with almost alarming speed. As he looked down at her, his breath still short even as she replaced his clothes, she gave him a smile. “That was one,” she said, finishing her task and reaching up to kiss him. He tasted himself on her lips but didn't mind as he gripped her waist.

“One?” His head was still spinning from the sudden release.

Kali gave him a knowing look. “Get ready for two.” And she was gone.

For a few minutes, he stood in shock, still trying to collect himself; finally he was able to breathe normally again, and stepped out of the supply closet with care, ensuring that no one was nearby to note his somewhat awkward exit.

Get ready for two. Her words haunted him and he found himself waiting eagerly for the Jedi to find him again, and thinking that he very much liked the time they got to spend aboard a real ship, a large Venator-class that allowed the members of their squad a chance to stretch their legs, though it did mean that the Kalinda was often busy in meetings and conferences with other Jedi. But his thoughts were with her, constantly. Especially now. The night after their few minutes in the supply closet he didn't sleep much, instead tossing and turning and trying to find a comfortable position despite his swelling erection. Eventually he was able to sleep, but his dreams were all of her.

A day passed, and nothing. He didn't see the Jedi – his Jedi, as he was starting to think of her – at all, which was disheartening. His squad reported to him: all was well. He nodded and said whatever it was he was supposed to say, but his thoughts were still on Kali.

The next day came and nearly passed before she found him, leaving the mess with another officer. The moment he saw her, standing in her robes and giving him a cool, professional look, he felt desire leap within him. She smiled at the officer and said that she needed to speak with her captain about an important matter; the officer nodded and saluted them both goodbye. Stonewall looked at the dark-haired woman and resisted the urge to embrace her then and there. She said nothing to him, simply tilted her head and began to walk through the corridors of the ship, stopping only when they reached a nearby 'fresher. It was empty, but she locked the door anyway, then approached him.

He was already hard as a rock, and nearly lost his composure when she pulled on the collar of his body-glove and whispered in his ear. “I need you inside of me, now, Stone.”

Too happy to oblige, he lifted her up to the counter and she wriggled out of her pants while he unfastened his armor, sliding into her a moment later and sighing with relief. Kali held herself close to him, whispering his name and making the soft cries of pleasure that drove him wild. But all sounds echoed in the room, so he quieted her with his mouth on hers in a fierce kiss.

Even so, when they parted to breathe, even as he drove himself into her core, she said his name, begged him not to stop. A flash of sheer, overpowering pleasure overtook him at this, and she caught his reaction with a grin. “Do you like that?”

He managed to sputter out a “yes,” before kissing the soft patch of skin at her throat.

And she spoke again, begging him, pleading with him: faster, harder, more. At her words, every single thought save one fled his mind and he could not stop his release, only dimly aware that she was climaxing as well. Still joined, they shared another kiss before she looked up at him and gave a smile. But he was eager, still, and moved himself inside of her, slowly, savoring the feel of her pressed so tightly around him. “Time for three?” His tone was hopeful.

“Not yet,” she replied in a light voice, kissing him once more before extricating herself from his grasp. Minutes later, in typical Jedi efficiency, she was dressed and refreshed-looking, stroking his cheek and looking at him in a way that only made him harden again.

That night was really rough, but he managed.

The next day was excruciating, as he saw her a few times, once they were even alone in a turbolift, but she only chatted with him politely. He knew there were cameras in the lifts, but still. It was so hard, and so was he; Stonewall was pretty sure he was not the first clone to be thankful that the armor concealed what it did, though the experience was not without discomfort.

He hoped maybe they'd have another encounter that night, but she did not seek him out, and he heard that the Jedi were ensconced in their own business. As it was he saw her only once before it was time for him to retire to the barracks, and she gave him that look and he groaned to himself in anticipation.

But after that he didn't see her at all.

That night, sleep was out of the question. He considered sparring with some others, but didn't trust his body not to betray his condition, so he took to the showers instead and spent the better part of an hour attempting to relieve some of the pressure. It had worked when he was younger, before he'd felt her touch and the insistent throb of her body against his, but now the release only served to pique his hunger all the more.

The captain had high hopes the next day, but it was not to be, and he began to wonder if he was hallucinating the entire scenario. Nothing lifted the pulse of desire, nothing quelled his need, and he felt himself growing more desperate. Finally, as he was finishing his rotation on the bridge, thinking that he really didn't want to go to the showers again, she comm'd him, requesting that he meet her at her quarters.

Finally.

He arrived moments later, not even bothering to hide his eagerness when she answered the door; he was dismayed, however, when he realized that she was sweaty and filthy from what looked to be a very vigorous sparring session. Kali smiled at him as he entered, and as he kissed her.

“Come on,” she said, taking his hand. “I need to shower.” Stonewall thought of water and soap and bare skin, and decided he could definitely shower again. However, she had other things on her mind. “No, Stone,” she said as he made to remove his pants. “Just me.” Her brow lifted. “You can watch.”

“I need to do more than that,” he replied, his voice thick.

But she gave him a chiding look. “Humor me.”

He gave a resigned sigh, knowing full well that she could get him to do just about anything at this point. So he watched her strip down, taking consolation in the fact that he could at least look at her freely; his eyes ran over the curve of her breasts and the gentle swell of her hips. More than once he reached for her but she swatted his hand away, then slipped into the shower while he leaned against the wall of the 'fresher, hardening further with each passing moment. His hands reached for himself almost absently, but she gave him a mock-glare as she lathered her torso. “Patience is a virtue.”

“Then I've been very, very non-virtuous,” he replied, watching the water sluice over her body. “Kali...you're driving me to distraction.”

Her smile was innocent even as he watched her nipples harden. “Me?”

It was more than he could bear at this point, and she seemed to sense it, as she shut off the water and stepped out, wrapping a towel around her torso and approaching him. He ran a hand through her dripping hair before bending to kiss her, the action soon resulting in the towel vanishing and her pressing her bare skin against the fabric of his bridge fatigues. When they came up for air, he shook his head. “I can't wait any longer.” She raised her brow and he swallowed. “Please.”

“Please...?”

He was so hard it was nearly painful and he bent to her breasts. “Please let me inside of you.”

She gave a light chuckle and slipped out of his grasp, making her way to the bed; she made him hold still while she undressed him, slowly, so slowly he thought that he was going to lose his mind. Her hands lifted his shirt free and tossed it to the floor, her fingers slid him out of the pants and she kissed the tip of his member with a gentleness that sent a shock through him, making him groan out loud. Kneeling before him on the bed while he stood, she kissed him a few more times, then ran her hands lightly up his sides, grazing his chest and back before she skimmed his shoulders, finally reaching up to cup his face and draw him down to her in another, deeper kiss.

It took everything he had to not enter her and strive for immediate release, as he had caught on that was not the game she wanted to play. So Stonewall kissed her and followed her down to the bed, wrapping one arm around her waist while he slid his other hand between her legs, hoping that she was as eager as he was. She was soaking wet and he took pleasure in the realization that she was also fighting for control. At his touch she gave a whimper and he grinned, remembering through the haze of his desire that he had power over her, too.

So he kissed her lips, her neck, her breasts, worked his way to her navel and then, at last, to her core, where he spent a bit of time, enjoying the way her body tightened and shuddered under his ministrations. He knew her well, knew when she was about to climax, which was the point where he stopped and lifted his eyes to her, noting the flush of pleasure that had appeared on her face. She opened her mouth to protest but he chuckled and made his way to her again, kissing her with ferocity and angling himself at her entrance.

“Please, Stone,” she whispered, meeting his eyes and shifting her hips up to his.

He was so close, but by some miracle of self-control managed to keep himself from sliding into her. He wanted to hear her again. He kissed her mouth, gently. “Please what?”

She groaned. “Please....I need you inside of me.”

Brushing her core with his hardness he recalled the past few nights and hours in the showers to relieve his agony. “Are you sure?”

Her eyes flashed and he bit back a smile. “Yes,” she managed, the word a gasp.

It was so much more than he could resist, and it was his turn to groan as he slid inside of her at last, feeling how soaking wet and ready for him she was. For a moment they stared at each other, lost in the connection, then they began to rock their hips in rhythm and he closed the breath between their lips with another kiss, and another. She whispered his name into his neck and he hers, and it was not long, not long at all, before they each reached their shuddering climax.

Still inside of her, he smiled and kissed her forehead, murmuring her name once and thinking that he was the luckiest man in the galaxy, particularly at this moment. Particularly when she shifted her hips in such a way that made him begin to stiffen again, and when her dark eyes met his once more. Her hands skimmed his face and she grinned even as he moved inside of her.

“What?” He was surprised that his voice was working as well as it was, given the circumstances.

Kali laughed. “I take it that three's a big hit?”

Rather than reply with words, he kissed her again, and allowed his body to speak for him; there was no more talk for some time after that.
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