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The Resolute I	By : laloga13 Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 2926 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Brenna is an OC of mine, featured in a full-length story on my "regular fic" page (as of April 2012 it's a WIP). She's a civilian contractor on the Resolute, 24 years old, with a two year old daughter...that's about all you need to know. :)

The Resolute I

Breathing suddenly seemed very overrated.
When she kissed him Rex could hardly think, hardly breathe, so great was the need building within him; it started as an ache in his fingertips that raced, flamelike, through the rest of his body, consuming him utterly, filling him with longing until he thought he would shatter into a thousand pieces. It was why he'd pulled back initially, because in his line of work it was dangerous to get too caught up in the moment. Such a distraction could lead to an abrupt and painful end on the battlefield.
But this was no battlefield. He and Brenna were standing beside his desk, in his little office on the Resolute, with her arms around his neck and a certain look in her brown eyes that made him never want to stop kissing her because she seemed like she never wanted him to.
Part of him was wary of the heady feeling, but it was a small part that was easily silenced. Rex moved his hands to her waist, to the place just above the gentle swell of her hips, and moved his mouth from her lips to her neck and jawline, partly because he knew she liked it and partly because he was trying to think of what he was supposed to do next, except thinking wasn't working out so well at the moment. Beneath his mouth, she gave a soft gasp and her grip around his neck tightened, which made it even more difficult to put one thought in front of the other; at least it meant that his actions were being met with approval, so he took the sound as an encouragement to proceed in a similar fashion.
Beneath his hands she was soft, especially pressed as she was to his armor; the contrast was remarkable and he felt the need again, the desire to be closer, so he leaned forward just a little bit more, still running a line of kisses along her jaw, making his way back to her lips as he pushed her against the desk.
“Rex...”
The sound of his name was a part plea, part a question. It was enough to pull him out of his haze and meet her eyes, wondering if he'd crossed some boundary he'd been unaware of, and hoping that wasn't the case. “Bren?”
She gave an inhale that was entirely deliberate then offered him a smile. “The edge of this desk is even less comfortable than it looks. We should take this somewhere else.”
Taking a deep breath, Rex was able to focus a little bit better, despite the sweeping ache that was making him rather uncomfortable in his armor. He figured she didn't mean the barracks, which would leave...
“My roommate's out working a double shift,” she added, confirming his idea. “She won't be back until late tomorrow morning.”
Brenna's cabin was at least five levels above the one where his office was located; a journey there would involve lots of walking and a turbolift ride, neither of which sounded appealing in this moment. However, she was right, and his desk probably was not the most appropriate or comfortable place to do...well, he wasn't exactly sure, having never had that particular experience. Brenna, however, had, and he figured it a wise move to defer to her judgment in this matter.
So he nodded and took a step backward so that she could move away from the desk, smiling to himself as she rubbed at her backside and shot him a shy grin. Several minutes later, they'd left his office and were standing inside the nearest turbolift, watching the numbers flashing on the panel by the door. Brenna was at his side, not touching, and he was attempting to calm himself out of his earlier frenzy with some deep breathing; then she gave him a look, and as he smiled at her, a flush crept to her neck, which sent a tingling, warm feeling through his body once more.
Rex glanced back at the panel and exhaled. It seemed like the journey was taking far too long, and he half-debated shutting the thing down and taking her in his arms again, but he knew that was not the most logical option, and that his hormones were trying to influence his decision-making.
As if she read his mind, Brenna let out a light laugh. “We're almost-”
She didn't get to finish the sentence, because his mouth was on hers once more, silencing her. Again, he couldn't help himself as he kissed her, pushing her back into the wall of the 'lift even as her hands reached for his neck to pull him closer. By the time the turbolift halted, he was quite certain they weren't going to make it to her cabin; however, she broke the embrace, took his hand in her own and led him out of the 'lift and down the corridor.
For one moment he tensed and glanced around, wondering how obvious it would look for him to be following her to her cabin, in a section of the ship where no clone trooper normally traveled, then decided it didn't matter. As she'd pointed out, there were no regs against a man in his position having a relationship with a civilian woman as she was, but still. Privacy was a valued commodity, and he had no wish for anyone else to know his and Bren's personal business.
They saw no one else, and before he knew it they were inside the little cabin that she shared with her absent roommate. Brenna locked the door then turned to him. “I need to step to the 'fresher for a second,” she said, indicating the small room behind her as she stepped inside. “Make yourself comfortable.”
In the time it had taken to walk from the 'lift to her room he'd calmed down a little more, and so was able to start removing his armor without too much distraction. Off came the gloves, the gauntlets, the vambraces and the rest of the pieces that covered his upper-body; as he stacked them on an empty chair beside her bed, he took stock of the cabin.
It was...cozy. There was really no other word that came to his mind each time he was here; the cabin was small and close, with two bunks on opposite sides of the space, each with its own closet, though Brenna apparently shared a 'fresher with her roommate. There were unlit florescent lights in the ceiling; when they'd entered, a lamp beside her bed had turned on, and he knew it was activated by some kind of motion-sensor. Her bunk was narrow but it was still larger than the bunk he slept on in the barracks, and when he sat on the mattress to remove his boots, it gave pleasantly beneath him.
Brenna's area was filled with pictures. Aside from the ones of her daughter he could make out more landscapes of Alderaan, and who he figured were her brother and immediate family. What appeared to be a hand-woven blanket covered her bed, the blue and violet colors looking warm in the lamplight.
Rex was in the process of removing his thigh-plates – the very last pieces of his armor – when the 'fresher door opened and she stepped out, still dressed in the button-up tunic she'd been wearing before, though her pants had mysteriously vanished. Beneath the shirt, which fell to her upper-thighs, her legs and feet were bare and he couldn't help but smile at her when he looked up.
However, when she smiled back, he caught a trace of nervousness in her eyes and wondered why. She'd done this before, right? If anyone was supposed to be nervous, it was probably him, but the hesitant way she approached him from across the room made him wonder if that was really the case. Perhaps the ardor had faded, and she was now second-guessing the entire endeavor, he wasn't sure. Rex didn't care for uncertainty, so he took her hand when she stood before him.
“Are you alright?”
She blinked, then nodded; her free hand toyed with one of the buttons on the front of her shirt and she gave and embarrassed sort of laugh. “It's just been a while...”
Rex caught her other hand and pulled her a bit closer. “If you don't want to, it's not a problem,” he said. “Brenna...the last thing I want is for you to be uncomfortable.”
“I know, Rex,” she replied. “But I do want to.” Her eyes on him were soft and filled with affection, but when she stepped closer, so that she was standing between his knees, he caught a gleam of arousal in her gaze. When she spoke again, her voice dropped in pitch, just a bit. “Very much.”
He let out a sigh of relief, because her proximity was making his body react in very interesting ways, which were starting to be quite visible through the fabric of his body-glove.
“Glad to hear it,” he replied as she leaned down to kiss him again. Moments later she was straddling his lap, her knees braced on either side of his hips while she put her arms around his neck; Rex rested his hands at her waist and pulled her as close as he could while he kissed her, relishing the feel of her body so close to his own and the taste of her warm skin beneath his mouth. After a moment he slid his hands lower, caressing her hips, coming to a rest at the curve of her seat even as he sought her collarbone with his lips, pausing at her throat to nip at her skin.
In response, she sucked in her breath and gave a small whimper; the sound sent a rush of energy through Rex, and he repeated the action only to hear her make the noise again. She did. Additionally, she ground her hips against his lap, where his length was straining through the fabric of his body-glove, causing him to let out a groan.
The sound seemed to stir her from a trance, and when she pulled back to look at him he could see that she was breathing heavily, which made her breasts rise and fall in a pleasing manner as she skimmed her hands along his shoulders, chest and arms. Without thinking, Rex held her in place with his left hand and – after a slight shifting maneuver – the top half of the body-glove was discarded on the floor, leaving only the lower section. Above him, she was tense again even as she reached forward to trace the curvature of his shoulders.
Rex lifted his hands up and smoothed them down her arms, ending his movement at the bottom of her shirt; he toyed with the lowest button and studied her, thinking how best to proceed. He was still in wildly unfamiliar territory, but had a vague idea of what was to come next; he knew what he wanted to come next, but the uncertainty she'd shown made him think extra caution was needed. Indeed, his eyes on her seemed to make her hesitant, and he wondered if he'd done something wrong. “Bren?”
A flush crept to her face and she moved her hands over his. “Sorry...like I said, it's been a while. It's just...I never quite got my figure back after having Iri,” she finished with a grimace. “And I...just...I don't really like how I look, now.”
Quite frankly, he was flummoxed. Such a thing had never occurred to him; in his eyes she was the epitome of feminine beauty, soft and curving, the swell of her hips and breasts were the stuff of dreams, and he'd spent more than a few idle moments imagining this exact scenario played out a multitude of ways. The idea that she was somehow displeased with the way her body looked was completely foreign to him, and he was filled with a desire to set her at ease.
But he wasn't quite certain what to say. Her expression seemed to indicate that she wouldn't believe him, no matter what words he offered; desire still coursed through him, throbbing and insistent, but he held the feeling in check for the time being. Rex considered the matter for a moment, then decided that action, not words were needed, so he gave her a smile and a shake of his head, leaning forward to brush a kiss on her lips. He reached up to the lowest button on her shirt and looked at her inquiringly. She nodded and he began to undo the buttons, one by one, moving up her torso, over her breasts, ending just below her collarbone.
Once each one was loose, he pulled her shirt back to reveal her skin, the swell of her breasts visible beneath a simple, cerulean bra which made him smile and look up at her again.
“I approve of the color,” he murmured as he slid his hands under the thin cotton shirt to draw it down her arms and get it out of the way. “And everything around, beneath, and above it,” he added once the shirt was discarded on the floor, along with the top half of his body-glove.
“I want to show you how much, Bren,” he added. “But I might need a bit of...guidance. This one time.”
She gave a chuckle and ran her fingers through his hair, the resulting sensation bringing a chill across his upper body. “That can be arranged.”
When she leaned forward to kiss him again, he slid his fingertips beneath the cotton fabric of her bra, feeling the curve of her breasts. It was difficult to reach under the garment, so he moved his hands around to her back, to where he supposed the fastening was located; however, he frowned a moment later when he found nothing but smooth fabric. How the kriff did she get the thing on, anyway?
The movement of Brenna's body against his alerted him to the fact that she was actually giggling at him, and he lifted his brow up at her. “What's the trick to this thing?”
“It's right under your nose,” she replied. At his frown she indicated a small, plastic eyelet on the front of the bra, between her breasts, that he'd missed in his earlier explorations. “These kind are my favorite,” she added at his grin of satisfaction. “Very convenient.”
With a flick of his wrist, the fastening slid apart and he couldn't help but stare.
He'd seen the female form in a variety of media before; over the years of his life there'd been an assortment of pics, holos, vids...some of his old squad-mates had even dragged him out to a – dingy, disreputable, and not at all to his liking – strip club when he was much younger, but nothing quite compared to Brenna, warm and quivering in his lap. Soft...again he was struck by her softness. He reached a tentative hand up and ran it down the length of her stomach, savoring the contours of her body and the lovely, lovely swell of her breasts. The touch of his hand caused her skin to prickle and he watched, transfixed, as her nipples hardened to pink buds under his gaze.
A light touch at his chest made him blink up at her, but his brain seemed reluctant to form words. All he could do for a moment was gawk at her like a damn shiny, though eventually he found his voice. “Bren...you're beautiful...I don't see how you can think otherwise.”
Again, she flushed, but he could see that she was pleased as well, as she was smiling. “You always think you're right, don't you?”
“I am always right,” he replied, straightening. “Captain's prerogative, you know.”
She gave a skeptical sounding hmm as she continued running her hands through his hair, which made him want to kiss her again, except this time...
When his mouth sought her right nipple, Brenna let out a gasp and arched her back, a movement which caused her body to grind against his once more. Heat coursed through him, then, and he could feel the throb of his own desire increase exponentially; the combination of her bare skin beneath his mouth and her warmth pressed against his shaft was starting to get a bit maddening, and it was an effort to think clearly enough to plan his next move. He swirled his tongue around the bud of flesh for a moment, eliciting another gasp from the woman in his arms, before reaching up to caress her other breast as he worked her with his mouth.
Brenna whimpered again, adding his name for good measure, and her hands were clutching at the back of his head, his shoulders, his neck, as if she was struggling to hold on. The sound of his name, breathlessly whispered by this woman, the notion that it was he who'd caused the breathlessness and the other noises...he could feel his control slipping, and to be honest, was nearly past caring. Rex murmured her name and pulled her hips down over his length; he could feel how wet she was, even through the barriers of her underwear and his body-glove alike. He had a desperate urge to throw her down on the bed, rid them each of their remaining clothing and ravish her, but was still not entirely certain with the exact manner in which these things were supposed to proceed.
“Rex...”
The sound of his name was less breathless this time, more insistent, and it made him pull back and look up at her even as he fought for control. “Brenna?”
She swallowed thickly, then slid off of him and began to fumble around her nightstand. As he watched her, he tried to ignore the racing thrum of his heart and the emptiness in his arms where she had just been; moments later she pulled out a small, thin package and stepped back over to him. “We need protection,” she said as she handed him the package. “Force knows I'm fertile...”
Rex eyed the small package warily. “How exactly does one go about putting that on?”
At this she gave another smile – one that held a touch of wickedness to it even as she flushed – and plucked the item from his hand. “Let me show you.”
With that, she shifted off of the bed and slid her underwear off of her hips, letting it pool to the floor at her feet, then knelt before him and gathered the lower half of his body-glove in her hands, tugging it down so that it joined the rest of their clothing. Now free of any constraint, his erection swelled between them, and the sight of Brenna kneeling before him, working the package open with her teeth was enough to eke away at the very last of his already fragile control.
When he spoke it was more of a groan than actual speech. “Bren...”
“Hang on...these things can be such a pain...” Her voice was muffled by the package, though finally she made a noise of satisfaction and triumphantly withdrew the synth-skin condom. “Hold still.”
It was an abrupt command, and he was powerless to do anything but as she said, for in the next moment she'd reached up to place the condom at the top of his length, using her fingers to guide it down towards the base of his shaft. Despite the gentleness of her touch, Rex couldn't help but suck in his breath at the sensation; the simple brush of her fingertips along his swollen skin had made him harder than he'd ever been in his life, and he knew then and there that whatever control he fancied he had over himself was forfeit.
Following this, she stood up once more and moved back beside him, her hands never straying from his body as she caressed the muscles of his upper-thigh, his arm, his side. The combination of sensations, the touch of her skin to his, coupled with the odd, but not uncomfortable feel of the condom, was enough to cause him to reach for her once more. As they kissed, he realized that she was now sliding backward so that her head would be resting against the pillows, and that she was pulling him along with her.
For a few moments Rex was lost to sensation. Kissing her lips, her neck, her breasts...working his way down her navel even as his hands sought her core; he was hardly aware of what he was doing other than the vague realization in some shadowed corner of his brain that he was running on instinct and pure testosterone. Beneath his hands, she was hot and slick with desire, and he could practically see her pulse racing beneath the skin of her neck.
The next thing he knew, Rex was kneeling above her, his length poised at her entrance, close enough for him to feel her heat, her softness. But he held back and made himself meet her eyes, because he had to know for certain that this was what she wanted. In her fashion she seemed to understand his question without him having to vocalize it; Brenna shifted her hips up and wrapped his waist with her legs, urging him forward and holding his gaze even as she gripped his shoulders. It was as clear a yes as he'd ever known, and something inside him broke open.
A heartbeat, a indrawn breath, and he slid himself inside of her.
At the motion, she sucked in her breath but her hands on his shoulders remained firm, and he recognized her expression as one of pleasure. Heat surrounded him completely, a feeling unlike any he'd ever known, and for one moment he was overwhelmed because she was impossibly soft and warm and she was whimpering his name as he'd began to move his hips, and he wanted to say her name, too, but couldn't form even simple speech, only try to somehow demonstrate with his body the effect she had on him.
Rex thrust forward and Brenna let out another gasp; he heard someone groan, belatedly realizing it was himself. Suddenly she caught his mouth in a kiss, which he returned even as he slid himself inside of her, again and again, moving his lips lower, to her throat and jawline once more when he needed to take a breath. He was heedless of anything beyond the way that Brenna was clutching at his shoulders, the way her voice was starting to cry his name, louder than before, and how he could feel her body tightening around his even as he continued to thrust himself inside of her softness.
So focused was his attention that his own orgasm caught him completely off-guard, and the next thing he knew a shudder of pleasure was rippling through his body with the release, and he cried out her name as he emptied himself within her.
For a few moments they lay only a whisper apart, his elbows bracing him on either side of her shoulders as he tried to catch his breath. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist, he was still inside of her, but the frenzy had passed, leaving only a swell of tenderness and affection in its wake. When Rex was able to focus his eyes, he met her gaze and gave her a kiss on her cheek, reluctant to move from his position.
In response, she smiled and reached up to run a hand through his hair once more, which made him shudder as she spoke. “Doing alright?”
“Fek,” was all he could say in reply, which made her giggle. Frowning, Rex exhaled once and shook his head. He'd wanted to say something eloquent and charming, but could only manage the single, crass syllable.
Still brushing her hands through his hair, Brenna eyed him, and he could see that she was fighting back another laugh, but there was only delight in her expression. “That about sums it up for me, too.”
At that, Rex kissed her again before pushing himself upright. There was a small wastebasket beside her bed where he deposited the condom; moments later he was reclining against the pillows, Bren shifting herself so that she was stretched out beside him, her chest, torso and legs pressed against his own. Warm...she was so warm, and in addition to her own scent he could smell himself on her skin when he bent his head to kiss her again.
As he did so, he felt her smiling beneath his mouth, and when he pulled back to study her he saw that she was chuckling. “What is it?”
“I was just thinking that I'm glad we made it out of your office,” she replied.
Rex gave a chuckle as well, though his mind was already racing ahead, considering the possibilities. “You know, the desk wasn't exactly a bad angle...we'd just need to work on our positioning a bit more.”
“Practice makes perfect?”
This made him laugh in earnest, embracing her tightly as he did so before looking back down and meeting her eyes. “If that's the case...we should get start getting more.”
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