Oh nooo. "I'm sorry, Isk!" she calls after them, totally unashamed or sorry. "They've hung around Jedi for too long. Though, hearing that Rhae was married..."

<They were also disgusting!> Isk beeps back, before shutting the door between them.

"...well, we've lost our nanny droid now," Atton stands, coming to lean against the med table.

- she reaches forward and pulls him close. And squeezes his ass.

"I'll apologise later. Maybe."

"Mm... maybe not," he wraps his arms around her waist, "We're all alone..." 

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"Probably not for long," she says, hitching her thighs higher and pulling him between them. Her dress rides up indecently. "But you are the fastest pilot in the galaxy."

"Mm, I've got a way with the ladies," he agrees, sliding his hands up her skirt. 

"Mmmn," she slips down a hand between them, running her palm over his cock. "What kinda way? Maybe you could give me some tips."

"Nng," he kisses her, as his hands slip further up her skirt, "Just... pay very close attention," he mumbles into her lips. He pulls away, sliding down to his knees, positioned at the perfect height to bury his face into her skirt and press a wet kiss into the crease of her thigh.

Sharra squirms and holds tight to the edge of the table. Watches him and his lips. Hungry. Feels herself grow warm - hot. His breath on her thigh. The cold air totally forgotten.

"Have to be quick, remember. If you're good, I'll take care of you later."

"Nn-yeah, I got it."

He presses his nose into her skin, takes a deep, shuddering breath, tasting her on his tongue. Then he moves, mouthing at cloth-covered skin until he tastes her cock under his tongue, fever hot and flush. 

Fuck. Her eyes close and she gasps. Hand moves and takes tight hold of his hair.

She shivers at the feel of his tongue on her cock. Wet and warm and so so so good. He's so good. His pretty pretty mouth. She wants to bite. Bite and fuck and make him choke — she stays very still, instead, and brushes his hair out of his eyes.

"Good boy. Look so good on your knees."

"Mmnn," the moan is muffled in her panties, and any further sound halted as he wraps his mouth around the head of her cock. His hands slide further up, slipping into her underwear, and he pulls her open between his thumbs, slowly pressing just one inside her. Just up to the first knuckle, starting slow. 

So good. She's on her back now, knees still high, and fingers in his hair. Tight and pulling, rolling her hips, wanting moremoremore.

— distantly remembers she should be paying attention to anyone coming close but —

"Atton."

-okay, more then. All the way to the second knuckle, and then out, replacing it with his first two fingers, feeling her out and pressing deep and hooking-dragging-pressing. Meanwhile, his other hand pulls her panties down just enough to pull her cock out of them so he can really get his mouth around it. Around, and all the way down, far as he can, til her tip is brushing against the back of his throat and making him almost gag. 

Nnnah, her whole body is one big shiver and she whines — bites down on her hand to stop herself —

Taught him so good, takes her so well. So fucking hot. Hers. Her boy. Her Atton.

She rides his fingers, hips moving against him. Cock so hard and hot and thick in his mouth. Salt and sweat and something more.

He fights a shudder of his own at the feel of her pleasure, her praise, possessiveness. 

But- he gets control of himself fast, and pushes further, swallowing around her and humming between each one. His fingers are slow and insistent, in time with each swallow, and his other hand strays to her ass, massaging and pressing and almost pushing inside- 

— everything tightens and she tastes blood on her tongue, fuck she's —

so so so close, feels it coming, pulling his hair, fucking him harder faster

Cunt tight around his fingers and she's cumming, hot on his tongue — holds him down —

-he chokes- almost- relies on breathing techniques, every breath dragging in air that smells like her, tastes her and feels her come fill his throat, feels her shudder and clench wet and hot around his hand, surrounded and full of her, all her all Sharra so perfect, so right and strong and sharp, all for her-

— she pulls him up and is kissing him, swallowing him whole. In his head, on his tongue, so so so full of him and her and don't know where they begin or end.

Waves of pleasure rolling over them both.

Yeah. He loses himself in her, riding the waves of pleasure that pass from her to him and back again, his lips and tongue following where hers lead. 

Mmmmm. Feels so good and safe and curly. Shivers still rolling over her.

"You're getting really really good at that," she says, eventually.

"Practice makes perfect n'all," he mumbles into her neck. 

"My perfect pilot." She nuzzles his hair and squeezes him tight.

"Mmmmm," he presses kisses to her neck.