Telos - The Onasi Resort
Smuggler Captain Moira Denic read the plaque with great interest. Apparently the resort was owned by some large and rather famous travel and hotel branch but it was designed and named in honor of an Admiral in the Republic military for his actions as a pilot, soldier and hero of the Mandalorian Wars and the Jedi Civil Wars. Apparently, he had known Revan, the great Jedi hero turned Sith Lord, turned Jedi hero again as well as Meetra Surik, a Jedi general of the Mandalorian Wars and hero of the Dark Wars - a conflict during which a triumvirate of Sith Lords brought the Jedi Order to the very brink of extinction. It really was an interesting read. "Hey, Captain. I got our room key card. Ready to go when you are."
Moira smiled and turned to face her wonderful husband, Corso Riggs. The big farm boy had hoisted their bags and was just waiting on her say so. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Moira kissed him and said, "This is the best idea you've had in a long time, Corso. Getting away for a weekend for our honeymoon is goin' to be so refreshin'."
Corso couldn't hug her back since he was holding the bags but he did kiss her back and lean his forehead against hers. "We haven't even started it yet, Moira. Come on. Let's get to our room and we can go from there."
Moira smiled and took one of the bags. Corso protested, "I can take that for your, Darlin'."
"I know you can," Moira responded, "but I can't hold your hand if both are full. Come on. Let's get going."
Corso chuckled as she laced her arm through his as they headed towards the lift. They had made a goodly some of money during the Corellian battle and Corso had reserved the honeymoon suite. It was in a penthouse - one of four. Each one was at the top of a pinnacle of the huge hotel and casino. The one he had selected afforded a remarkable view of the ocean. Moira's reaction when they arrived was everything he could have hoped for and more. One hand covered her mouth as she looked around the room before going to the window and looking out over the glorious blue water. Corso set their bags on the ridiculously large bed and stepped up behind her. "What do you think, Captain?" he asked, trying to keep the mild nervousness out of his voice. Moira turned and flung herself into his arms, wrapping her own around his neck, kissing him with a mind-melting kiss and wrapping her legs around his waist. When she finally decided that they should probably breath, Moira released his lips and said, "This is wonderful, Corso. It's so wonderful of you to plan this for us. Thank you."
Corso was about to respond but she wouldn't let him. She just kissed him again and clung to him as if her life depended on it. Corso carried her over to the bed and laid her down on it, kissing her back with equal fire. The steamy make-out session threatened to become even more steamy when the door chime went off, interrupting the couple. Moira groaned and pouted. "Typical;" she muttered as Corso straightened with a groan and headed to the door. A protocol droid was waiting there with a large tray of honeymoon type foods - chocolate, cheese, crackers, other candies and so on. With them was an expensive bottle of champagne. "Welcome to Onasi Resort, Sir. Please except these tokens of congratulations, courtesy of management staff."
Corso smiled and took them. "Thank you kindly."
"Of course, Sir. Can I get you anything else?" asked the droid primly. Corso turned back to his wife, a dark brow cocked. Moira had impatience stamped all over her face as she lay on the bed, waiting for him. She shook her head vigorously and Corso told the droid, "We're fine, thanks. Convey our appreciation to your bosses."
"Of course, Sir;" said the droid cheerfully and left them alone. Corso looked at the tray and quickly placed it in a refrigeration unit before diving head first onto the bed where Moira was on him in a second. She stretched out on top of him, taking his cheeks in her hands and mashing her lips into his before sucking his bottom lip into her mouth. It was always around that point where Corso began to lose the ability to think with any clarity, the effect of Moira's soft lips, soft body and low moans playing hell with his senses. The fact that she was still fully clothed didn't matter. Fully clothed, thought Corso and smiled into a kiss. I think that should be fixed.
He began to look for the buckle of her gun belt, undoing it upon location. Moira giggled and gained a centimeter to murmur quietly, "It took you long enough, Sweetheart. I was wondering if you were just going to frustrate me with these measly kisses."
Corso grinned and set her belt on the bedside table before undoing the knot and buttons of her off-white, up-tied shirt. Moira rolled them both over, landing on top, straddling Corso's hips and dropping her shirt. Beneath it, she wore a gold, silky, lacy bra that didn't do much to hide her breasts, just support them. Corso's eyes were wide and fastened to her mostly bare chest. Moira froze for a moment, considering her options, before rolling off and standing to her feet. With a sultry smile, she removed her shoes and socks. When her feet were bare, she undid her pants and slowly, teasingly lowered them, revealing a pair of panties that matched her bra and long, shapely legs. When her undergarments were all that were left, Moira placed a hand on her hip and leaned to one side in a seductive pose and purred, "What do you think, my Love?"
Corso, as a matter of fact, could not effectively think. Even so, he managed to stutter out, "Wow, y-you... um... stars you're... beautiful."
Moira smiled and beckoned him. "You're turn, Farmboy. I want to see you're body - to touch your body."
Corso was up fast and struggling with his boots. Moira watched with an amused smile as he finally yanked them and his socks off before standing and removing the leather jacket. Beneath that, he wore a dark gray short sleeve shirt with the symbol of the Ord Mantel Shock Ball team on it. In a single motion, it was in the growing pile of clothing. Moira licked her lips, a look of hunger on her face. How she wished to touch the corded muscles of his arms, his chest and his unbelievably adorable ass. Finally, Corso's black trousers fell to the floor and he stepped out of them, wearing a pair of tight, stretchy undershorts. His legs were thick and perfectly shaped. Moira pointed at him and said hoarsely, "Take those shorts off."
Without question, he did and Moira licked her lips again, resisting the urge to just drool over what she saw. Seeing this, Corso blushed and smirked, putting his hands on his hips and striking a pose. Moira gulped and whispered, "There are sculptures in museums on Alderaan that don't look this good."
Corso's blush deepened and he rumbled back, "No there aren't."
In one quick stride, Corso had Moira in his arms and was kissing her passionately as he carried her back to the bed. Carefully, he set her down and lay length wise atop her. In a moment, Moira rolled him over onto his back. Once again, she was in one of her favorite positions, looking down at one of her favorite views - a naked Corso Riggs, his hands on her hips and his arousal beneath her own. Slowly, she began to grind herself against him as she reached behind and unhooked her bra, shrugging it off and tossing it to the pile of clothes beside the bed. Taking Corso's large, scarred and callused hands and placed them on her breasts, cooing maddeningly to him, "Don't you want your favorite playthings, Corso? They're all yours, you know."
Immediately, Corso kneading the twin globes of flesh and teasing the dusky pink nipples to pointed hardness and Moira moaned desperately. She continued to grind against him, rubbing her clit hard against his arousal. The double pleasure of her movements and his ministrations drove her desire through the roof. Unable to resist, she raised herself up onto her knees and grasped his thick, hard manhood, stroking it a few times for the soul purpose of listening to him gasp and watching him squirm. When she couldn't resist anymore, she rolled over and slipped off her last remain article of clothing before rolling back on and impaling herself on his throbbing manhood. Corso and Moira groaned in unison as she slowly sunk onto his large shaft. When she was resting against him and had adjusted to the perfect place, Moira looked down at Corso. His eyes were so eager and filled with desire that Moira's own need redoubled. Slowly at first, she raised herself up and then lowered herself upon him, her rear dropping onto him with a soft smacking noise. Corso groaned with pleasure, reveling in the love making as he gazed into the hazel eyes of the love of his life. She gazed right back, moaning and gasping as she continued her ride, her hands on his chest. The pressure grew within them both when Moira suddenly fell forward with her hands on either side of Corso's head, gasping as her skin glistened with perspiration. Corso gasped with her and asked, "Are you alright, Darlin'?"
Moira nodded and answered breathlessly, "I'm sooooooo much better than alright, Baby. I just had to stop. It's just so intense that I can't take it."
Corso wrapped his arms around her ribs and pulled her down so that he could capture one of her dusky pink nipples with his lips, suckling lightly and nipping. Moira keened and began to ride him again as best as he could at that position without pulling him out of her mouth. Suddenly, Corso sat up and under-hooked her at the back of her knees. In a couple quick motions, he had her pressed against the wall. Moira placed her hands on his shoulders and gripped them tightly as he entered her womanhood again and began to thrust quickly and deeply. At the same time, his mouth traveled everywhere it could reach, blazing a trail of open mouthed kisses on her shoulders, her neck, her ears, her collar bones and her breasts, focusing on the last of all with the most relish and focus. It effected Moira the greatest and, as she had said before, her breasts were his favorite playthings during sex. As he thrust into her with greater and greater force, Moira's breathing became more and more erratic and then she started to scream. "Oh Corso! I can't take it! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna... I'm... I'm gonna cu-"
Her head was thrown back as she climaxed hard, her very senses overwhelmed to the point where she fell forward into his arms. A few more pumps and he was right behind her, cumming hard enough that he collapsed backwards onto the bed, Moira cradled to his chest. They basked together in afterglow in the warm air. When the post climactic high was mostly subsided, Moira looked up to him and placed a hand on his scarred cheek, whispering with the utmost tenderness. "I love you so much, my wonderful husband Corso Riggs."
Every time Moira Denic Riggs told him this, whenever she told him this, Corso felt warmth flood him and he smiled. "I loved you first, Captain and I always will."
It was there own little joke. At this point, Moira would weakly slap his chest and say, "Not true! I just wasn't willing to admit it as quickly as you were!"
They both chuckled and snuggled closer, slipping into a light and comfortable sleep.
Moira woke later and looked at her husband. He was the most wonderful person to come into her life and she was finding the things that irritated her the most now seemed the most endearing. His protectiveness, his unending helpfulness and his thrice damned patience in some cases. They all continually showed his devotion to her despite her faults and many, many failings. Just the thought of some of those failings caused tears to leak from her eyes and she shut them to try and stem the stream of tears. Those failings had nearly destroyed any chance of happiness for them both together. Suddenly, a large hand ever so gently brushed away the tears and she felt the vibration through Corso's chest as he rumbled, "You aren't allowed to cry, Darlin'. It's our honeymoon, remember? No crying allowed. What are you thinking about again?"
Moira used one of her hands to press his against her cheek and she whispered, "I was just thinking about... well... my past mistakes, especially my more resent ones."
Corso's hand lifted her chin to look him in the eyes. "You don't need to think about that anymore, Moira. I forgave you for it so you really can forgive yourself."
"I could have ruined everything;" she whispered, laying her head on his chest. Corso chuckled and said, "But you didn't - hence the fact that I'm lyin' under you right now after a short nap, recoverin' from some amazin' sex."
A smile all but forced itself across Moira's face and she felt her heavy heart lifting. He had this effect on her just when she need it. With a sigh, she snuggled into his arms, crawling up his body and resting her head against his thick shoulder. "So," she whispered to him intimately, "what are we doing for the rest of the day?"
Corso held her fondly as he replied, "Well we arrived during mid-mornin' local time and it's just after lunch. I say we pack what the droid gave us and enjoy it out on the beach. It looks mighty pleasant out there."
Moira liked the idea, except that she was very comfortable and didn't want to move. A large hand squeezed her naked ass and she squeaked and wriggled. A finger prodded her ribs as well, causing her to wriggle again and giggle and slap his chest. "No tickling! I hate that!"
Corso chuckled and sat up, Moira still clinging to his chest. He cradled her there until she sighed and said, "Alright, I'm going to go get changed into my bathing suit and bathing suit cover. Can you pack the food, Lover?"
Corso grinned and gave a mock salute. "You got it, Darlin'."
Moira disappeared into the 'fresher and Corso took the tray and covered it with flimsiwrap before slipping it into a bag with a pair of large, soft beach towels, a blanket to sit on and some UV ray block. That done, he very quickly changed into a pair of trunks and a white button down shirt. After double checking everything and slipping a pair of small but powerful hold-out blasters into the bag, Corso fire up the holonet receiver. It wasn't encouraging. The planets of Makeb, Illum and Oricon were warzones and, after everything they had done for the Republic on Corellia, Corso felt that, at the moment at least, he was getting burned out. Suddenly, there was a throat clearing behind him. Corso turned off the receiver and twisted around, about to apologize for not noticing her there when he saw what she was wearing. It was an almost indecently small two piece with just enough fabric to cover her most intimate and private parts. The rest of her was bare. Seeing his awed look, Moira smirked and struck a pose. "What do you think, Corso?"
Corso stuttered again, unable to make a single coherent word. Moira laughed and said, "I'm glad you like it. Just give me one moment."
She tied a strange wrap around her waist, making a skirt that covered her shapely legs to her knees. Above, she wore a thin, light shirt which she tied high, leaving her midriff exposed. With a happy smile, Moira took his arm and said, "Grab the basket, Farmboy. Let's hit the beach. You know, I'm gonna need you to help me apply UV Block. Think you can handle that?"
Corso nodded eagerly. "I'd be more than happy to, Darlin'."
The beach was wonderful, with white sand neat crystal clear blue water. Quickly, the not-so-newly weds spread the blanket and used some sand and the basket to weight it down before Moira took off her swimsuit covers and allowed Corso to put UV Block on the spots that were harder for her to reach - and in a few places she could reach just fine and he wanted to touch. When she returned the favor, Moira did everything she could to be as sensual as possible, rubbing slowly and making small noises of satisfaction as she did. In some cases, she pressed her mostly bare body against his while she rubbed, driving him crazy with desire. When she lay back in the sun as well, it was even more difficult for him not to reach out and run his fingers along her perfect skin. Instead, he opened up the tray of food and began sampling it. Moira opened one eye and asked, "Can I have some?"
Corso selected some cheese and put it on a cracker before feeding it to her. Moira chewed with an appreciative 'mmmmm' and swallowed. She opened her mouth again in time for a piece of dark chocolate to be placed on her tongue. Corso smiled as she lay there on her back, her hazel eyes closed, he chocolate brown hair braided behind her and the majority of her body exposed to his eyes - and hands if they weren't so public. With a sigh, he poured them each a glass of champagne, carefully putting one of them in Moira's hand. "Thank you, Baby;" she whispered. Corso patted her shoulder and then lay back beside here. After a few minutes, Moira snuggled closer to Corso until she was lying with half her body across his torso. "This is really nice;" murmured Moira with a sweet smile. Corso smiled and said, "It certainly is. I gotta say though, Darlin', that water looks wonderful and I feel the need to wet my feet."
Moira smiled and jumped up. "Last one in gives the other a massage."
Corso jumped up and took off after her. His greater stride brought him level with his wife and then carried him past her and into the waves. The swells were at least two and a half meters tall and there were people some way up and down the beach surfing and repulser-surfing on the waves. Corso and Moira body surfed the waves in. It was great fun. The water was warm and they both felt so alive in the ocean. Suddenly, when another wave was approaching, Moira jumped on Corso's back and said, "Carry my in, Corso."
Corso crouched, readying himself as he said, "I don't know if this is going to work, Moira, but I'll give it a try."
It worked marginally well do to the height and power of the waves. Moira whooped with joy as she clung to her husband's shoulders. After a little over an hour, they were both ready to just sun themselves again. Looking around, they realized that they had the beach to themselves for at least a kilometer in each direction. "I just noticed something, Lover;" murmured Moira, "look around. We're completely alone for over a klick in any direction. Doesn't that just give you all kinds of wonderful ideas?"
Corso grinned at Moira as she pulled herself on top of him and began to kiss him heatedly, devouring his lips passionately. She ground herself against one of his thick thighs, moaning quietly as he forced his leg up into her womanhood. Pulling away from Corso's lips, Moira looked around to make sure they were still along. Then, smiling seductively, Moira pulled the coverings to the top part of her bathing suit to the outside, revealing both of her perky, full breasts. Corso's eyes were alight with desire and he quickly nipped at one of the dusky tips, causing her to gasp and keen quietly. Reveling in her reaction, he did it again and again. "Corso!" she gasped. He continued to do so until she was moaning, grinding and squirming against him, murmuring and gasping his name over and over again. It got to the point where she couldn't take it anymore. Grabbing his face, she pulled it up and kissed his lips passionately before hissing lustily, "I need you right the kriff now, Corso Riggs. I need you to take me and make me yours again and again until I pass out from exhaustion and sensory overload."
Immediately, they grabbed everything and ran, rull tilt, back to the hotel. As soon as they got to the turbo lift, Moira leaped at Corso, devouring his lips and wrapping her legs around his waist. Corso spun and pushed her back against the turbolift wall, barely holding on to the beach bag with one hand. When the lift arrived at the penhouse, Corso dropped the bag inside and then walked over to the bed, tossing Moira neatly onto it and diving on right after her. Moira grabbed his face, look him in the eyes and whispered tenderly, "Take me, my husband, my love."
Moira woke around seventeen-thirty and looked lovingly at her slumbering husband. She smiled and stretched slightly, enjoying the light soreness she felt. Stars, but he knew how to ware her out properly! Unable to stop smiling, she snuggled even further into his embrace and began to lightly kiss him, wondering if continuing would cause her to not be able to move around the rest of their trip and also wondering if it would be worth it anyway to continue to have her husband repeatedly and rapidly make love to her. With a low groan, Corso opened his eyes and smiled at her. "Hey, Captain. Got the time?"
Moira lifted his wrist and looked at his chrono. "I think it's time for dinner. I'm starving. Apparently rigorous activity makes one hungry."
Corso chuckled and stretched, replying with a yawn, "I agree. We should shower and get dressed. The restaurant is really high end so we should dress really sharp."
Moira stood and stretched her naked body. "When does the restaurant close?"
Corso's eyes twinkled and he said, "Well it doesn't close till twenty-two hundred local time. That doesn't matter though, 'cause I may have booked a table when I booked the room."
Moira's eyes widened and she rushed him, kissing him passionately and saying, "You are so good to me, Corso. I'm such a lucky woman. If that's the case, do you want to join me in the shower? When is out reservation?"
Corso checked his datapad and replied, "The answer to your second question is twenty hundred. To the first - I sure do."
Moira grinned and took his hands, pulling him towards the shower. It was huge, with a shower nozzel on each side and three in the ceiling as well. They spent thirty minutes lathering one another up but that's where their productivity ended since Moira teasing cleaned the shaft of his manhood, getting him rock hard and Corso lathered her breasts, teasting the nipples by plucking at them as he did so. It was moments before Moira's hands were against the wall of the shower as Corso slammed into her womanhood from behind as she moaned in pleasure and encouraged him with heated words until he drove them both to blissful, pleasureable completion. They sat on the tile floor beneath the hot water, kissing one another and stroking one another's silky wet flesh. They stayed that way until nineteen hundred before standing to their feet and toweling off. Corso went into the main area and put on a very well made dress tunic, trousers and boots. He tied his hair back into its top knot and looked in a mirror. He was ready. For the next forty-five minutes, he paced, constantly checking his chrono and going through the many familiar exercizes such as mentally going the maintenance proceedures of his armor and gear. When it was only fifteen minutes till they had to be at the restaurant, Corso was about to gently call to Moira if she was nearly ready. Just then, she came out wearing a gorgeous dess. Her hair was done and she was wearing a conservative yet sufficient amount of make up. Corso's mouth fell open as he gazed at her. The dress was pale red, shimmersilk and backless. She wore matching gloves that went up to the mid-upper arms. On her feet were knee high, high-heeled boots that showed through slits in the sides of her dress.
"You look absolutely breathtaking, Darlin'." said Corso, shaking his head in wonder. Moira smiled and took his hands, replying, "So do you, Farmboy. I'm sorry it took so long for me to get ready."
Corso kissed her forehead and said, "Totally worth the wait, my Dear. We still have ten minutes and it's just down the turbo lift. Are you ready?"
"Wait;" and she kissed him tenderly. When they separated, she smiled and said, "Okay, now I'm ready to go."
They got to the restaurant and were immediately seated. A very cultured male Twi'lek served them a Chandrillan wine of a superior vintage. The meal was four courses and it was utterly sublime. During the meal, Moira was very quiet. As they ate soup, Corso said, "Darlin', what's wrong? You've been awfully quiet since we got here."
Moira smiled happily at him. "I don't know if I have ever been happier, Corso. I'm with the man whom I love more than anything, having a wonderful meal and am eagerly looking forward to getting back to the suite so that we can make love again and again."
Corso smiled but he could still see the troubled look in her hazel eyes. "Moira," asked Corso quietly, "what's wrong?"
She sighed and said, "Im just remembering everything we've - well - mostly I've been through in the past years. I just can't help but remember all the hard times and the mistakes I made."
Corso reached across and took her hand. "Why?"
Moira smiled sadly and said, "They all led to this point. While I am so grateful where I'm at and would do it all again to be sure I wound up here, it still leaves scars."
Corso smiled and said, "Those scars make you beautiful, Darlin'. They are the marks of the crucibles you went through. It shaped you and molded you to this wonderful person you are now. You can still be ornery. You can still drive me crazy with jealousy. You can still make me wonder if you ever think about what you are about to do but all of that are just things that make you wonderfully, beautifully you."
She looked earnestly into his eyes. "I still don't know how we're where we are after everything I've done to try and ruin it. On Taris after the salvagers, I almost drove you away. On Alderaan, I flirted with that royal boy without any regard to you. I would have gone with Skavak if you hadn't blown his head off. Finally, when things were just getting better, I really screwed everything up with D-"
"Moira, that's in the past. We're here now and the reason we are here is because you finally came to your senses and realized that there was more to your life than your work and your illusion of independence. Now hold on, Darlin';" said Corso, lifting a hand to forestall her heated protest. "No one knows better than me that you can take care of yourself - at least in business and definitely in a fight. However, I think if you were to be left alone, you would go back into your cycle of self destruction. Am I wrong?"
Moira glared at him for a few moments until she sighed and nodded. "Of course your right, Sweetheart but that doesn't me I like hearing you say it."
Corso chuckled and topped her wine glass off. "Then I'll say no more about it if you promise to stop being so gloomy. This is our honeymoon after all."
Moira's responding smile brightened the room and she lifted her glass. "I'll drink to that, Farmboy."
It was late when Moira woke up again. She was in her most favorite place in the universe - wrapped in Corso's arms, held snugly against the hard plains of hi chest. It made her feel as though she was wrapped in love, strength and safety and despite the fact that she was sure that she could take care of herself, Moira was smart enough to know that she was better off with someone helping to take care of her. Quietly, she slipped out of Corso's arms and went to the fresher. Once there, Moira looked into the mirror at her own naked form and smiled. There had been a time when she would do this and say to herself, "You are not a victim. You are a strong, beautiful, independent woman who can take care of herself and who does not allow the past to dictate how she acts in the present."
Now, she laughed at her own foolishness. Beautiful she was, and strong and even independent. She could, to some extent, take care of herself but the last part was complete and utter bantha shavit. The years between leaving her home world and meeting Corso Riggs was one giant effect of the past. Now, she was finally truly breaking free of that. She would remember the past but it would no longer drive her to self destruction and to hurt others.
Quietly, she stole back into bed and nestled into her husbands arms again. Taking his large, rough hand, she kissed it and whispered into the darkness. "I love you, Corso Riggs. Thank you for saving me from myself."
To her surprise, a voice whispered back, "I love you too, Moira Denic Riggs and it was you who saved yourself. I just bugged you 'till you did."
Moira giggled and kissed his hand again. These three days would be the best and most peaceful of her life.
I hope everyone enjoyed. This is the first in a series of stories I'm writing for Valentines day. There will be lemons and fluff. Please read, review and request.
