Captain Zavvi admired her view of space from her ship's windows, the tiny white stars speckled across the vast jet black expanse. Some would be glowing balls of fire, some would actually be bright planets, each with promises of adventure contained within them. Though she was born amongst the plasteel forest of Coruscant, Zavvi had always a yearning towards the sky and the stars above them, filling her with an insatiable appetite to wander and explore. Her father had always indulged her where he could, teaching her the skills she would need to look after herself, as well as telling her stories of his exploits and...she closed her eyes. And he'd made the ultimate sacrifice in the end; giving away his youngest, most favoured child from the relative safety of her home to someone else, where she was exposed to the fangs and claws of the galaxy. She didn't know of many other parents that would do the same to make sure their child was happy.
She sighed, leaning against her captain's chair. She missed Kestrann bitterly. She knew their paths rarely crossed now, what with the war heating up and her always running about all over the galaxy and dodging Rogun's bounty hunters, but she craved the presence of her father. The Twi'lek figured it was because what she'd been through on Balmorra. She'd never seen so much war and destruction; she thought Ord Mantell was bad, but that was child's play compared to this. Maybe if she ran to her father, he'd be able to reassure and comfort her about it; that everything would be alright.
Was it childish to think like that? She was a grown woman; she didn't need to keep running to her father's side now, did she? A scowl. Well, it would probably help if it didn't feel like her father was the only parent she had- She cut that thought off quickly. No, no more thoughts like that. She'd already forced Zavvi out of one home, and she certainly wasn't going to even darken the halls of her beloved Skylark if the smuggler had anything to say about it.
Before she could upset herself more with such thoughts, she heard the familiar footsteps of a Mantellian farm boy, and it helped cheer her somewhat. She looked over her shoulder, a little surprised he hadn't turned in for the night, and more when she noticed he was studiously hiding something from her notice. That made her turn around fully, regarding him.
"Good evenin' Captain." He greeted her in that soft drawl that couldn't help but put her at ease.
"Evening, Corso." She replied. "I was just getting the ship set up so we could get some rest without worrying about pirates popping up. Is there anything wrong?"
"No, nothing's wrong." Corso shook his head. "Where we heading tomorrow?"
"Nowhere. Dodonna's gonna have a fit, but Balmorra's left me a little...unnerved, I think." Immediately his warm brown eyes showed concern.
"Unnerved? What do you mean, Captain?"
"I'm just a little unsettled, Corso, it's nothing bad. I just need some time to process it and that." He still looked a little unsure. "Besides, Dodonna forgot she was hiring a smuggler." She grinned. "And we take orders from no-one but ourselves. The only thing we take from them is helpful suggestions"
"That's true." Corso admitted, perking up. "So we're just having a lazy day tomorrow?"
"Yes we are. Everyone can do whatever they want; I've briefly blocked calls from Darmas and Dodonna, though they'll no doubt find a way 'round it soon, so we have a couple of days to relax a little." Zavvi grinned, eyeing the bottle that was now peeking into view from behind Corso's arm. "What've you got there?"
He glanced to where she was looking, and blushed, revealing the wine bottle. That was strange; Zavvi couldn't recall that bottle having ever been on the ship, and neither did she know that Corso drank wine; he usually drank lager. Still, she kept quiet and let him explain himself.
"Ah, well, I've been saving this bottle for a long time, Captain. It's a rare vintage, Ord Mantell 432 BTC." He said, glancing at the faded, scabbed label on the glass.
"I didn't know you knew your wines as well as your guns." She replied, eyes twinkling with amusement as he blushed more, ducking his head slightly.
"Oh no, Captain, I don't. I only know this one because it was Viidu's favourite. Whenever we did a real good job, he'd always break this one out." He smiled sadly. "I took when we went back to Ord Mantell. Something to remind me of him, ya know?"
"Yeah." Zavvi nodded. "He was a good man. I see why you guys were fond of him." Then a thought occurred to her. "If it's so special to you, why've you brought it here?"
He blushed a little harder, and Zavvi thought; Oh stars, it should be illegal to look that sweet.
"Ah, well, er, I'd thought I'd use it if we had a reason to celebrate, you know, like Viidu used to use it for. But most of our victories aren't really the...raise a toast type." He replied bashfully.
Zavvi was about to open her mouth and say that recovering Nok Drayen's treasure would have been cause of a celebration, when she remembered that she'd brutally castrated Skavak, which had freaked Corso out rather nicely. As such, neither talked about it, preferring to put it behind them. Then there was when they got the Nebula prototypes, but Numen Brock ruined it all by trying to come on to her. She abhorred it when men thought that 'no, I don't want to sleep with you' meant 'no, I'm playing hard to get'. Still, he was wise to back off when she turned to snap at him, and though she certainly didn't need Corso to defend her honour, she'd felt...good when he leapt in to defend her. It was nice to know he was backing her up, that was it.
So instead she asked;
"You have something you want to celebrate?" Her lekku ends twitched with interest. He was nervous and shy, but he usually was like this around her anyway, so it didn't hint of anything else.
"I hope I do." He answered hesitantly, scuffing his foot against the floor. Zavvi raised an eyebrow, prompting him to continue. "I-I think we've got past the wink and, nod stage." He swallowed. "You've changed my world, Captain." He said, softly. "I've never met a woman like you, and I, I think that's because there are no others." His eyes were shining. "You are amazing."
The Twi'lek felt her breastbone tingle at such words, and she couldn't help but blush, made worse when she thought he could see the colour rising on her cheeks.
"Is, is there something you're trying to say?" She asked, inwardly cursing at the slight hesitation and trying to hide the fact his words had made an impact. Yet somehow he seemed to get more bold when he noticed her own nervousness.
"Yeah." He nodded, and stepped forward tentatively. "C-Captain, it would be my great pleasure if you'd share this bottle with me. Maybe somewhere...private."
Did, did I just hear that right? She thought, eyes widening and her heart beginning to quicken its beat. She looked the mercenary over, but there was not a hint of deception; this wasn't a tease, not by a long shot. Her lekku shivered with excitement before she could stop them, and she watched his eyes twitch to take it in, a flicker of hope in those orbs.
The smuggler stepped forward, closing the gap between them and threading her arms around the Mantellian's waist.
"I've never spent the night with a proper Mantellian gentleman before." She commented, a smile breaking out across his features, his own arms coming around her.
"I hope it's the first of many." He murmured softly, but with an edge that would have given her goosebumps, lowering his head to her. Zavvi's lips moved to meet his, and a hand quickly shifted from her waist to her jaw, creeping slowly towards the back of her head. She could feel his restrained passion, and quickly figured that he wasn't really sure whether to make the first move, so she opened her mouth slightly. He took the hint and she felt a shock of heat to her spine as his tongue swept into her mouth, though she could still feel he was being tentative. Zavvi didn't mind, letting him take his time until she pulled back, seeing his eyes were dark with desire.
"You better come with me, farm boy..." Zavvi spoke a little breathlessly. "My quarters will be a bit more.. comfortable..." He chuckled.
"That sounds like a good idea, Captain." He replied, feeling himself tremble slightly at the thought. "Lead on. I'll be right behind you."
"I'd more surprised if you weren't..." She purred, slipping easily out of his arms and away, leading him to her room on the ship, noticing he was fixated on her, drinking up her form hungrily.
As the Twi'lek entered the code to open her door, she couldn't resist seductively beckoning him in, a slight flush appeared on his cheeks, but he was getting far too turned on for too much blood to be spared for embarrassment.
"Hey, Captain...I was thinkin' that maybe, maybe we could save the wine for after?" Corso suggested as the door slid shut behind him. Zavvi giggled.
"You do have the best ideas, farm boy..." She purred. "Do you have any more? Maybe ideas that don't involve farm animals?" A part of her cursed; no, don't bring up that day! You don't know if he's still a bit iffy about it!
"I have a few, but they might take a while to explain." Corso replied, not batting an eyelid as he settled the wine bottle to the side. "Care to let me show you?" He lowered his head to her. "And this time, I mean it."
She shivered with anticipation.
"Then come on, farm boy...Let's see what you've got..." The Twi'lek shrugged out of her jacket, letting it fall to the floor.
"Anything you want, Captain..." His voice was deep and quite seductive, and he closed the gap between them. He blushed slightly. "Tell me if I do anything wrong...I-" Zavvi pressed her finger to his lips, smiling warmly.
"It's fine, Corso. Just relax. We've got all night, and I'm sure you won't be able to do anything to upset me." She said, hand moving to stroke his cheek, idly twirling one of his locks around her finger. "Do what you know, and I'll help you along. How does that sound?"
"Sounds good, Cap-" He shook his head. "Zavvi." He corrected himself, and noticed she blushed slightly as he did.
Corso kissed her once again, reassured by her to take his time, gently tilting her head back to deepen the kiss, tongue entering her mouth when she allowed it. Zavvi busied herself by pulling off her gloves and unbuttoning her shirt, before she sneaked a hand under his own shirt. As her fingers brushed his skin, she felt his muscles jump and tense, and she traced them lightly, finding herself drawn in to exploring the expanse, finding the stretched tissue of old scars marked on his body. Though she sensed his muscles shifting sometimes if she ghosted by a particularly large scar, she was rather surprised that he didn't seem bothered as she touched them, traced them, even running her fingers within the furrows they'd made in his skin.
He broke the kiss slowly, looking down at her with a little grin, eyes briefly resting on her breasts. He took the hint from her wandering hands and pulled the offending article of clothing up over his head, allowing Zavvi not only to touch him more easily, but look her fill. Though Corso's muscles were prominent, and there was no denying that farm work (and to a lesser extent, fighting and hauling cargo) had made them that way, he didn't have the six-pack that she had expected. A part of her was disappointed, but the rest of her wasn't; all it meant was Corso didn't devote much time in his day to make them stand out. Probably too busy with his beloved guns. She thought to herself.
"Maybe you should take your boots off?" The smuggler said, with a teasing grin.
"Maybe you should too." Corso quickly shot back, making her giggle.
"Aw, I think I'm rubbing off on you." She said, affecting a despairing look. "Oh, whatever happened to the polite, gentlemanly farm boy I used to know?" She made a squeal-giggle as he grabbed her, pulling her up close to his body.
"I'm still here, ya know!" He chuckled, before he stopped, taking in the feeling of her skin against his.
It was unlike anything he'd ever felt; almost as if his very cells sang with the sensation. He ran his hand slowly over her bare skin, mesmerised by how it felt so much like shimmersilk, how different from his own skin it was. Sure, he'd touched her lekku before, but they were even stranger. The mercenary felt the large scar down her back the Sith Feyrl had given her, and then the small scar on her front, which he remembered was where she'd carried the spice his cousin Rona had wanted him to carry. He felt bad that it had left a legacy on Zavvi's skin, what with how she dealt with her forehead one.
He wrenched himself from such thoughts; he had his gorgeous captain in front of him and he was worrying about scars. The Mantellian let her go, turning his attention to his boots, and she did the same to her own as well. He couldn't help but watch her, admiring her and reminding himself of how beautiful she was. He was stopped in his tracks, however, when her legs were revealed, and with a start realized she was in nothing more than a black bra and underwear. They weren't special or anything; just functional, but that didn't matter a jot to him right now.
Zavvi giggled as she noticed him staring, and made sure to saunter over to him slowly, letting him look his fill. The fact he swallowed hard as she got closer was just icing on the cake. Her nimble fingers found his belt, making short work of it and pushing the clothing down his legs, noting the bulge in his boxers with satisfaction. There was a sharp intake of breath as her hand rubbed over it, and Corso quickly kissed her again, stepping out of the pooled material on the floor, pouring passion into the kiss as his tongue explored her mouth once again.
As the Mantellian busied himself with tasting her, Zavvi reached around behind her, groping from her bra straps. Of course, they refused to cooperate, and she cursed inwardly, until Corso pulled back with an amused grin and a raised eyebrow.
"Havin' trouble, Captain?" He asked, chuckling. She pulled a face at him, hands on hips.
"Oh, like you could do any better!" She said, scathingly. He folded his arms.
"Surely it can't be that hard..." He mused, though he had a feeling his captain was setting him up for a fall.
"Well, if you want to prove me wrong, please, go right ahead..." She said, twirling around to show him the strap. Corso did hesitate at first, as the thought sunk in that he was actually taking her bra off and stars, is this actually real because if this is a dream I'm gonna be pissed.
Knowing she'd laugh at him if he got it wrong, Corso decided just this once, he'd have to beat her at her own game, figuring he could put her back in the mood if he annoyed her. He ran his fingers over the material, examining it carefully, turning it to look at the fastenings. Examining them briefly, he got an idea, and with a little bit of effort, he undid the strap first time, much to Zavvi's surprise.
"How did you do that?!" She exclaimed, turning back around to him with wide eyes. He smiled sheepishly.
"Well, I just took a little time to look at it and see what I had to do..." He replied, expecting her to get huffy or annoyed with him.
"I was in a bit of a rush..." She admitted, surprising him. This became clear when she grinned seductively. "It is one way to take it off, though..."
The mercenary blinked, then looked at the fabric in his hand. He blushed hard, giving it back to her, much to her amusement, though she noticed he was just staring at her now bare breasts. The Twi'lek threw the bra aside, and moved over to him, gently taking his hands and guiding them to her chest.
"You can touch them." She told him. "You won't hurt me if you squeeze them gently." He nodded, doing so. Zavvi made a pleasured noise as he did, so Corso turned her around so he was standing behind her, beginning to knead them. The noises it was conjuring from his captain encouraged him to keep going, brushing his nose gently against her lekku. As he did, her head rolled back, exposing her throat to him as she arched her back. He groaned as her backside brushed against his hard arousal, tightening his grip and making her moan a little more.
He kissed along her throat tattoos, feeling her pulse beating beneath his lips. Lust surged through his veins and he opened his mouth, biting her gently. The smuggler gasped, and Corso quickly retreated, fearing he'd hurt her.
"No, it's alright." She said, sounding more than a little out of breath. "You just surprised me, that's all. Keep it like that...You can leave love bites if you want..."
Corso nodded, and returned to kissing her neck sensuously, though he privately decided he would not give her any love bites. At least not tonight; he didn't feel confident enough to do such a thing and be comfortable that he wasn't hurting her. He continued to kiss and lightly bite all over her neck whilst massaging her breasts, holding back moans of his own at her slow writhe against him.
He growled, a part of him seeming to make a spontaneous decision. He reached down, taking hold of the smuggler's panties and pulling them down and off her in one smooth movement; Zavvi was surprised by this, but was also happy to see that Corso was gaining confidence on his own. However, he didn't stop there, and reached for her headband.
"No!" She flinched away, hands covering the object protectively. "No..." Corso softened, the lust bleeding out of his dark eyes, and he gently reached up, taking one of her hands in both of his.
"Zavvi." He began, with almost a whisper. "I know what it means to you. But you can't let it steal you away. Feel my scars..." He guided her hand to his face, resting it on the furrows on the left side. "I got these when my family died. They carry the memories, like yours does. But they're just marks, Zavvi. Just reminders. And no matter what you say, or what you think, you will always be beautiful to me, scars or none." He blinked slowly. "How about you give it just one try, just for tonight?" He looked at her earnestly, all traces of need and desire gone from his eyes except for a tiny twinkle of pure affection.
She dithered for a moment, unsure. But reassured herself that this was Corso; if there was anyone she could show such a mark to, it was him.
"Okay." She replied softly, bowing her head slightly. He reached over, and with much care, lifted the headband clear from its usual resting place and slipped it off, over her lekku before setting it down on the bedside table, regarding the scar that lay beneath.
It was fairly large, all considered, and followed the arch of her head, which is why he supposed she wore the headband. Her skin was much paler there than the skin around it, and the scar had interrupted the flow of some parts of the tattoos that moved up to her head. It was surgical in nature, almost a perfect curve, but the way it had been stitched back up had caused the skin to plump up a little, causing it to stick out a tiny bit, though age had caused it to shrink to an almost flat service. It brought into focus the nature of her accident, and Corso got a sense of why she hid it.
Zavvi realized suddenly that for the first time, she was truly naked in front of a man, and she felt exposed and little bit nervous; something she was sure Corso was going to go through as soon as his boxer shorts were off. She looked up at him, trying not to look scared, but some must have leaked through, as he leaned forward and tenderly kissed the scar, lips straddling it. Although she wanted to flinch, she managed to hold still and a warm glow flowed through as she realized he was accepting her, scar, issues and all. Another realization suddenly hit her like a starship straight afterwards.
I love him.
But before she could quantify this thought, his lips were back on hers again, and his hands found her lekku and the pleasure waves from both these acts wiped her mind away. Corso deftly courted back the passion of moments before, and soon had his captain fumbling for his shorts. He tensed anxiously, and Zavvi's lips gentled on his then.
"Take your time." She murmured softly, her hands moving away to trace his chest. "And don't worry about anything; I'm not here to judge you. All we both want is a good time."
The mercenary took a deep breath, and pushed them down, off him. He felt a blush heating up in his face, more so as her eyes flicked down to regard his arousal. Though she said she wouldn't, Corso couldn't help but feel she was judging his size against all the other partners she had... But when her eyes flicked back up to his, she looked content, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hey, what did I say about getting worried?" The smuggler said, going over to him. "Listen, Corso, you're much better than they are. You know why? Because you're the only man who's seen me naked with my scar. You're the only man who convinced me to take my headband off for them. You're already parsecs away. There's no need to worry about whether you match up against them, because I don't care about that." She weaved a dreadlock between her fingers. "This isn't a fling, Corso, and it matters to me. Relax; the only thing that matters is us, in this room, right now." She pulled him closer. "I want you, Corso Riggs. I want you to take me and show me a good night, and I want you to enjoy every moment of it..."
Corso trembled. She wanted him. His beautiful, confident, sexy captain wanted him, a backwater farm boy from Ord Mantell. She quite easily had more experience than he would ever have, but she still wanted him. His eyes almost blurred, but he held strong and instead crushed his lips to hers, pressing her against his body with a sharp intake of breath. The feeling of her body against him sent sparks through his nerves, setting him alight with desire. He began to slowly move her backwards towards the bed, kissing hungrily, though a tiny nagging thought was starting to get a little louder in his head. It came into sharp focus when Zavvi reached between them and wrapped her hand around his arousal, causing him to gasp at the sensation, eyes rolling back.
"Mmm...Big boy..." She purred, feeling the Mantellian quiver against her as her hand moved up him.
"W-Wait, Zavvi!" Corso stammered, making her look up at him and take her hand off him, which he partially regretted, but figured that he'd regret it more if he didn't ask. He swallowed hard, trying to string a sensible sentence together. "Don't, don't we need protection, or something-" The Twi'lek gently laid a finger on his lips before he had a chance to finish.
"Don't worry, Twi'leks and humans can't breed." She said, with a small smile.
"Oh. Sorry, I just-" Zavvi chuckled richly, shaking her head.
"It's not something I expected you to know, farm boy. And I'm gonna hardly be cross if you have the decency to consider something like that, considering very few others ever did." She said, before frowning slightly. "Though that does bring up an interesting thought..." She mused. "Stay here. I'll be back in a second."
"Captain?" Corso asked, his body reacting negatively to this, and he reached for her, only for the smuggler to easily dance away from his grasp, pulling on a dressing gown that easily hid her body right down to the tops of her feet.
"I'll be right back! I promise you'll like it!" She assured him, wrapping her lekku around her next before pulling a hood up over them, and quickly darting out of the room. Wait, a hood?
It took a couple of seconds for Corso to clock that the gown was actually a Jedi robe. He figured she must have gotten a spare from her sister, and realized that she wouldn't want to expose her scar to anyone else aboard the ship, so a robe was practical. Also, considering her sister's height, it suited Zavvi well, as she only came up to Xuleena's (and Corso's) chin, so the robe did dwarf her somewhat.
As he was contemplating about taking care of himself, the Twi'lek returned, locking the door behind her and discarding the robe in one smooth moment that conjured a twitch of interest down below Corso's waist. He was more curious, however, about the tube she was holding. She noticed his curious glance, and smiled.
"This? Well, I was thinking, since this is your first time..." She moved over to him, taking his hand. "You're likely to be pretty sensitive, and, well, you might not last as long as you want to. Luckily, I managed to get hold of some local anaesthetic, which should be able to keep you going for a little longer."
"Are you sure, Captain? 'Cos don't that totally stop sensations?" He asked.
"Normally, yes. But if you only use a little bit," she said, squeezing a small droplet onto her finger, "it'll just numb you up a little while." She smirked. "I'm sure you'd prefer it if you managed to last long enough for me..." Corso grinned wryly.
"Well, now you put it like that..." He moved closer, and a gasp burst from him as her fingers brushed against the head of his arousal, applying the anaesthetic. "Ohhh...that's weird..." He moaned, feeling sensation starting to ebb away.
"Mmmhmm...But this means we can have some fun..." Zavvi purred, rubbing up against him, and Corso retaliated with a hungry kiss, pushing her back towards the bed, and effortlessly lifted her up and onto it, pulling himself up over her. Despite the dark heat of desire in his eyes, the gentle way he touched her and lowered his head to her gave Zavvi a warm glow throughout her body, though she assumed it was more likely to be arousal than anything else. She reached up, finding the tie that held his dreadlocks up, and tugging it free, letting them cascade down over his face. Her heart skipped a beat as she took in the sight; he seemed so different with them down, in a way she couldn't exactly describe. Corso brushed some of the wayward twists of hair away from his face, chuckling deeply.
"Bet you've been waiting a while to do that." He said, smiling warmly.
"You could say that." Zavvi replied, playing with some of the strands. "You look so different with them down, you know. Not in a bad way, of course. It's just...different." She blushed slightly. "Still handsome, though."
Corso blinked in awe, and he too blushed at the compliment.
"Aw, well, thank you, Cap- Zavvi." He said shyly. He wasn't used to such admiring words about him, especially from women and especially from Zavvi; she could say that he just looked nice and he'd still melt into a puddle of bashful appreciation. To be honest, he was surprised he could still be embarrassed in this situation, but it got worse when she leant up to kiss his nose. How can she do this so easily to me? he wondered.
But then he didn't care, as she sunk a hand deep into his hair and pulled his head down, kissing him passionately. He wrapped an arm around her, holding her close as she arched into him, feeling her breasts press into his chest. He hissed as her teeth nipped at his lip, returning the favour and his hand wandered down her back, loving the feel of her skin, especially against his own. All the dreams and fantasies about this moment were nothing compared to the reality; and this was before the main event. He shivered slightly with anticipation.
"Lie next to me." The smuggler murmured, gently pushing against Corso's chest. "I think I better teach you some...finer points of getting me off, before we do anything more."
Eager to learn anything that could heighten his beloved captain's pleasure, Corso went easily, letting her take his hand and guide it down her body, between her legs. He flinched a little, instinct being to keep his hand away from such an intimate area, and he blushed, but she only chuckled softly, kissing his cheek reassuringly.
He noticed her eyes lid with pleasure as his fingers brushed her folds, sighing contentedly. She let him go then, allowing Corso to experiment and explore. He watched her face as his fingers ventured, using cues to know where to touch and how. He found a small nub and experimentally rubbed his finger over it, causing Zavvi to gasp, arching her back. Corso grinned at this reaction, concentrated his efforts, rubbing and even at one point sliding down her body to attempt licking it, revelling in the writhes and moans of pleasure he was drawing from her.
If the young man had assumed that the barrage of pleasure had left the Twi'lek senseless, then he was in for a surprise, as suddenly the smuggler sat up, grabbing hold of his arm.
"Up here, now." She said, tugging at him. "I need you Corso."
It didn't take a exotechnologist to figure out what she meant, and he scrabbled up her body, his hips settling between hers. He swallowed hard, glancing into her eyes, which were soft with reassurance, sensing his nervousness. Corso shifted himself slightly, and began to slowly push into her, wincing as she made a pained noise.
"Zavvi?" He asked hesitantly, but she waved away his concern.
"It's alright, I just haven't done this in a while." She said. "Keep going." Corso felt unreasonably pleased about that fact, and after a brief moments hesitation he continued his push, a low moan rolling from his lips as he bottomed out. In the few snatches of rational thoughts he still had, he thanked her for numbing him slightly, as he wasn't sure if he'd have been able to hold himself together if that wasn't the case.
He had barely any time to adapt, as her hands gripped him tightly, fingernails digging into his shoulder blades.
"Damn it Cor, just move!" She growled at him, and he obliged, starting off slow and steady, though as soon as she moaned with pleasure he was sorely tempted to increase his thrusts. This was incredible, indescribable and nothing else seemed to matter, the galaxy, maybe even the universe shrank and condensed to just him and her, moving to a rhythm that their hearts matched, and for a moment, time seemed to unwind languidly, as if just this once it would grant a boon to the young man and the Twi'lek to let them have this moment for as long as they needed.
Corso's breath fanned her face, which somehow was cooler than her own body which was almost akin to a furnace, sweat beading up all over their bodies like raindrops. Their nerves sang as electricity crackled through every neuron and across every synapse, spiralling their euphoria to giddy heights to the very zenith.
"C-Corso...!" Zavvi almost breathed his name as her climax was reached, euphoria crashing over her like a tsunami; somehow the feelings sharpened to a point that she couldn't ever remember them being. A combination of her rippling around him and the fact his name was spoken as if it was the only word she knew shattered Corso's will and the last part of him that was still clinging onto sense. He sped up his thrusts, slamming into her.
"Za-vi!" He managed, a combination of a gasp and primal growl as he came, conscious thoughts being wiped clean in one broad stroke.
Things got fuzzy after that. Corso's arms began to tremble with exhaustion, and he pulled out with great effort, trying his best not to fall on Zavvi and flatten her, or worse, injure her sensitive lekku. The Twi'lek herself looked satisfied and lazy, like a well fed akk dog sunning itself, and she pulled him close, tugging the duvet over the top of them both. The last few glimmers of Corso's consciousness made him wrap his arms around her and hold her close, before he slipped into a dark, dreamless slumber, with a smile on his face.
