So, I started to do a swtorkink meme fill and realized, halfway through it, that I had mixed up two fills and wasn't filling either of them. I am dumb.
ANYWAY! Now you all get f!trooper/Jonas with a jealous Jorgan anyway because I love you. And Jonas is such a good character.
Pryan was taking some well deserved time off. She was also, if she was entirely truthful with herself, taking a break from the way Aric looked at her. She'd had a couple of moments of weakness with him, which had been great, but she was his CO. It wasn't allowed and if they kept sleeping together, it would end up bad. She knew that rationally.
Pryan was very careful about the men she slept with. Her life didn't allow for commitment and she liked it that way. Having someone in close proximity who she did sleep with wasn't doing her any favors, no matter how sweet he was.
She sighed, her white dress swirling around her knees as she walked through Nar Shaddaa. She'd sent the whole crew on forced leave and avoided Aric's carefully worded questions about whether they were going to spend it together. The expression on his face when she walked down the ramp, clearly going off on her own was pushed to the back of her head as she headed to the Promenade.
Her heels were uncomfortable, but when she'd looked in the mirror in the cantina room, she had to admit that she looked good. She slid onto a bar stool and paused a moment before ordering. She didn't drink often, but something with juice and vodka would be just fine.
"Major!" exclaimed a voice a next to her, sounding delighted.
She spun to see Jonas Balkar, his eyes wide as he looked her up and down. "Jonas! Hi! Please, it's Pryan."
"I'm not really in the habit of calling heroes by their first name," he said with a smile. "I'm honored. Can I buy you a drink?"
The bartender put her drink down behind her and Jonas took the opportunity to tell the guy to put it on his tab before Pryan could get her credits out. "So why's the Republic's best soldier sitting in a bar by herself?"
"I forced the crew to take some leave. Figured they couldn't track me down here and they'd have to have some down time. I swear Elara does paperwork for fun."
Jonas grinned, "In that case, come sit with me; I'm dying to hear about Rackton."
"They didn't fill you boys in on that already?" Pryan asked, picking up her drink and following him.
"I'd rather hear it from you."
Jonas slid into a table, far from the noise of the bar, but they still had to lean in close to talk to each other. She told him as much as she could about the defeat of Rackton, tracking him down through Corellia and after a second drink, feeling lightheaded, she told him she secretly wished she'd killed him. She didn't tell him why, but that moment with Rackton was one of her greatest regrets.
"But you're one of the good guys, Ma-Pryan," Jonas said to her, leaning in close. "You did the right thing, no matter how much it felt like the wrong thing later."
She wasn't entirely surprised when he slid his hand over to rest on her thigh. The times they'd worked together had been charged with sexual tension. It was probably the alcohol that made her blush though; she wasn't much for blushing.
"You're an amazing woman, Pryan," he said into her ear, his body shifting closer again. "You're good at strategy, you're an excellent soldier and you're sexy as hell."
There was that moment, before he kissed her that she could have stopped him, but there was no reason to. They were both single, attracted to each other and in jobs that would always come first. A fourth reason came into focus rapidly, Jonas was an excellent kisser. It was clear the kiss was leading somewhere and Jonas's hand was drifting up her leg in a sensual manner.
His hand slid up further and then paused, clenching on her leg. He ended the kiss and looked at her. "Want to come back to my place?" He looked around the room.
She nodded, and when his hand lifted from her thigh, she caught her breath and followed him out of the bar.
Jonas paused, while they were waiting for a taxi, to pull her in for another kiss. This one had both of their bodies locked together, his hand on her neck, tightening as the kiss deepened.
They climbed into the taxi together and Jonas steered it towards his apartment.
Aric Jorgan stomped angrily through the streets of Nar Shaddaa. His frustration was twofold he reasoned out to himself. He'd thought he'd track her down and they'd get to spend some time together away from the job, maybe it would change things. And the second reason was that he didn't know if she'd come to Nar Shaddaa specifically to meet Balkar or not. The sight of the two of them kissing had pulled him up short and he admitted that much of his anger was due to his assumption that the night would go far differently.
He'd been cautious about getting involved with her. She was his CO. It wasn't allowed. He was pretty sure that rule had been made by people who didn't spend any time on a battlefield next to a beautiful woman who could put a round into a man at forty paces and cared more about keeping people alive than winning an election. If they had spent any time with a woman like that, there was no way he'd have to abide by this stupid rule.
That first time he'd kissed her, they'd just gotten off of a heavy fight and they'd ended up making out in her quarters. He'd scratched her with one of his claws by accident. He'd been so appalled, but she'd just laughed and said "Jorgan, you've seen me get shot. This is only a flesh wound." He was pretty sure that was when he'd started to fall for her.
Now she was kissing Balkar. Jorgan's hands twitched to where he usually kept his gun. He'd said or done something wrong, he just knew it. She'd always been clear that they weren't a couple, that she wasn't the commitment type and he'd tried really hard to keep a distance between them.
His heart stopped. Balkar could give her everything he couldn't. There wasn't any problem with the two of them getting together and Balkar could no doubt arrange to have free time while she was on leave. Neither of them would have to decide between the job or the other. Jorgan swallowed hard. The best thing would be if he let her go.
Pryan followed Jonas into the sparsely decorated apartment. He vanished into the kitchen after hanging up his jacket and returned with two glasses full of something deep red. He handed her one and led her over to the couch. She sipped at it and felt her lips pucker from the tartness. She raised her fingers to her lips, wondering at the sensation and heard Jonas chuckle.
"It's good," she murmured, taking another sip.
Jonas slid in next to her on the couch, taking a sip of his own drink then placing it on the table. His hand was back at her thigh and he leaned in, just like they were still in the loud bar, to say, "I was really hoping you'd make your way back to see me someday."
He brushed her cheek with his fingers and then leaned in, kissing her again. She relaxed and pulled back to set her drink on the table. He tugged her back to him immediately.
His hands ran up through her hair and she pressed herself against him as he moved his lips and tongue on hers. His hand slid up from her thigh and under the dress to her hip. He stroked down from her hip, back over her thigh and to her knee, which he pulled over his lap. He moved forward slightly, bending her down towards the couch. She had a brief inner giggle, because she knew exactly what he was doing.
Jonas' mouth moved to her neck and she murmured, "I've heard you SIS boys were smooth, but-"
His mouth moved against her skin, "But?"
"I didn't really believe it."
She could hear his grin, "I'm trained to do this, Pryan. It's nice to use my skills on someone I actually want."
She shivered thinking about just what skills he might have. He'd managed to get her vertical on the couch and his head lifted from her neck, his body shifting to lay on her. He hesitated before his hand ran slowly over her body, skimming the top of her collarbone, her breasts, hips. The cloth of the dress moved gently and he slid his hand up her thigh once more. He drew circles on her skin and then slid his hand into the band of her underwear, rubbing the flesh under it. He let it fall back and slid his hand up her rib cage to her bra which he ran a finger under. He slowly squeezed her breast over her bra, his thumb pulling the fabric down slightly to brush her nipple. She breathed in, her body rippling up into him and he pulled back, breathing hard.
"It's different," he said softly.
"What is?"
"Wanting you." He caught his breath, "Not having to keep something else fixed in my head."
"I want you too," she said just as softly.
"I thought- I hoped that your flirting wasn't just a diversion from your job."
She laughed throatily, "It wasn't just a diversion. I was very disappointed when our paths only crossed for business after that."
"You should have come here for every leave." He kissed her again then, shifting her under him directly.
His mouth opened on hers then, his tongue pressing gently against her tongue. He ran his hand back up under her dress and stroked her breast over her bra, before sliding his hand under it. She moved up into his hand, her breath hard now. His hand slid up and cupped her breast gently, his thumb running over her nipple. She pushed up into him and then slid her hands to his waist. Their mouths were locked and the pressure from his tongue and hand at once was making her heartbeat faster as desire pooled in her stomach. She tugged to untuck his shirt and then slid her hand up his stomach to his chest. Her hands traced his pecs and then she ran her thumbs over his nipples. He let more of his weight fall onto her and she could feel him hard against her pelvis. She caught her breath and then drifted one of her hands down to stroke the tight fabric at his crotch. Jonas made a noise, pressing down against her.
"Can we...? Do you want to move this to the bedroom?" he whispered.
She didn't overthink it or pause, although that may have been because his hand on her breast was driving her crazy and she was so turned on that she really wanted to feel him inside her.
"Yes," she answered.
He got up and stood beside the couch, offering her a hand. She took it and was on her feet quickly, Jonas pulling her against him and kissing her again. Jonas kept kissing her as he moved them down the short hallway and around the doorway. Pryan broke off to face the room and blinked as she looked around. It was sparse, like the rest of the place, but the bed took up at least half the room. It looked comfortably plush, with dark blue sheets and soft blankets. Far more pillows than anyone needed on their bed ever. Pryan turned back to him, an eyebrow raised.
A smile turned up one corner of his mouth, "The agency furnishes it."
Pryan leaned over and undid the straps on her heels, slipping her feet out onto the floor. Then she ran over to the bed, jumped up, spun and landed on her back. The bed was just as soft as it had looked and she giggled, the blankets having pushed up on either side of her. Jonas landed to the side of her, having flipped up the same way. He laughed when he landed.
"I've never done that in the time I've been here," he said.
"I would do it all the time," she said almost wistfully. She'd never have a permanent residence beyond her ship.
He rolled over on his side, smiling down at her. "Feel free to stop by anytime you want."
"We both know that's a lie."
"Well, holo first," he said, amused. "I might not be home."
She giggled and squirmed into the blankets more. Then, unable to stop herself, she said, "You must have to bring work home all the time."
His face grew serious, "No, I have another apartment for that." He leaned over to kiss her, murmuring, "You're the only woman who's been here."
He was probably lying, but it was a sweet thing to say anyway. They were both married to their jobs and it wasn't like she was looking for something serious out of him anyway. The most she could hope for was time together when they both were off duty.
His was kissing her again, his hands gliding the hem of her dress higher. His fingertips grazed her skin just lightly enough that she pressed into it, wanting more. Her dress was up around her stomach now and Jonas' fingers paused at her bra again. This time he reached around her and unhooked it, drawing it down one arm past the dress sleeve and then the other. It landed somewhere off the side of the bed and then his fingertips increased their pressure, gliding over her breasts and nipples skillfully. Her hands again slid under his shirt, but this time, she pulled it off over his head, his mouth back on hers as soon as it hit the floor.
She ran her hands over his back and down, lifting up into him. He took the opportunity to pull her dress over her head and throw it in the direction of his shirt. He pulled back and gazed down at her, from head to toe.
"You are breathtaking," he murmured.
She leaned up and licked his nipple then. His hands hit the bed hard as he dropped over her more. His back bent as he leaned into her and she obligingly ran her tongue over to the other one. Her hands were flat against his stomach and she ran her fingertips over his abs slowly as her mouth caught his other nipple and gently bit down. He gasped and his hand pressed her up against him. She nipped along his collarbone and then softly bit his neck. His head tilted up to allow her access. A low, soft groan rolled out of him.
Jonas pressed her down into the bed then, tilting her head up so that he could kiss her. His erection was straining the fabric of his pants and when she softly palmed it, he made another small groan. She unfastened his pants and he caught her wrist.
"You're-"
"Jonas," she said, breathing hard. "If you say another memorized platitude about how beautiful I am, I swear on my gun, I will walk out."
He pulled back, his grin changing as a layer of illusion she hadn't noticed before fell off of him. His grin was cockier, more assured. She'd caught glimpses of this grin when they'd worked together.
"Mmm, Pryan." She could see the genuine pleasure he took in her company in his grin now, although he was so good she hadn't noticed it was missing before. "I do love a woman of action." And that one didn't sound like a line.
She rolled her eyes anyway, smiling and wrapped a hand around the back of his neck to pull him back down to her.
He stopped the light feathery touches and teasing, much to her pleasure, and slid his hand right down her stomach. Then slowly his hand moved into her underwear, where his index finger slid inside her while his palm gently pressed on exactly the right spot to make her grab his arms hard as she flexed up. She gasped and her body rolled along his. He murmured, "Enough action for you?" She chuckled.
Her hand went back to his pants, managing to get them open enough to get her hand inside. She brushed her fingertips over the tip of him and was rewarded with a groan. Kissing him was making her heartbeat flutter and she slowly wrapped her hand around his length, pushing down gently as far as she could. He raised his hips into her and she wrapped her other hand around his cock also, inhaling hard. He pushed up along her hands, the top of her hands gliding over the head and then back down. His finger pushed further into her and then he slowly squeezed in another finger. The heel of his palm stroked her clit gently.
"Pryan," he murmured against her mouth. "You need to stop that, it's getting me too worked up."
She drew her hands back and pulled his pants down over his ass and then down over his legs. He moved his hand out of her and peeled her underwear off. He got his pants off quickly and then positioned himself carefully at her opening, bracing himself above her on one forearm.
He paused to say something and she pushed him back, rolling over on top of him.
She lined him up and sank down slowly onto him, taking her time and she moved her hips to pull back with short movements until she was fully sheathed on him. His hands gripped the bed tightly as she slid up and down him.
"Stars. Pryan-" he said thickly.
"Jonas, I get the impression you just like saying my name," she panted out. His hands went to hips then and he guided her at a slower pace.
She tried to speed up and he pulled her off him, flipped her onto her back and then guided himself back in smoothly.
He slid in and out of her at a slow pace that promised to build and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He angled slightly and hit her a little differently which made her gasp, her legs sliding higher, opening herself to him as much as she could. With a groan he moved against her quicker and Pryan felt her body tense up as she pressed against him in exactly the way she liked.
Her hands slid up around him and he leaned down to kiss her, as he moved. They both tensed then, their bodies finding a rhythm and she let the slow build up inside her peak gloriously. She bit her lip as she came magnificently, trying to make no sound. She was lost for several moments in the feel of him inside her, still thrusting, driving her orgasm further. Then Jonas moaned her name and grunted as he spilled into her. He moved inside her a few more strokes, finishing himself off and then pulled out slowly, falling to lay beside her.
They lay there for a moment and then Jonas fumbled for her hand, clasping it in his as they caught their breath.
"That was amazing; you're amazing," Jonas murmured.
She grinned to herself, stretching her legs and then swung up over the side of the bed.
"Where are you going?"
"To raid your fridge. Want to come?"
