Title: Forbidden
Author: Aggy aggity_ann@y...
Characters: Wedge and female
Type: AU/Romance/Angst
Status: Complete!!!!
Rating: Probably R...but let's go with NC17!!!
Summary: Wedge falls in love.
Feedback: Sure, but please don't ruin my fragile ego
LOL
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars or its characters.
(Dammit, I want to own Wedge after writing this!) but
I do own the creativity that made this story. I'm not
making any money but if Lucas would like to pay me...
;o)
Note: This story takes place before ANH. Wedge is about 19 years old.
Forbidden
Part 1
//I toss and turn,
I can't sleep
Your kiss burns,
Through my dreams…//
"Deja Voodoo" Kenny Wayne Shepherd//
She had kissed him. He couldn't believe that she'd
kissed him. He shouldn't have done it, though he
hadn't really had any choice in the matter. One
minute they were laughing over some joke he had
made…the next she was leaning towards him, her eyes
half closed as if afraid to watch him pull away.
He should have pulled away. But he couldn't. He had
seemed hypnotized by her, by the contrast of dark
lashes brushing against her blushing cheeks. By the
fullness of her red lips. Then those full lips
touched his in a kiss that was almost chaste. But the
emotions sparked by the feeling of her mouth against
his were anything but chaste.
Wedge groaned as he felt himself react to the memory
of her. He rolled over onto his side and tried not to
think of how much he had wanted to pull her into his
arms and…
She was so damn beautiful. She had always been
pretty, but now…now, she was absolutely stunning and
seemed to be growing more beautiful with each passing
day. Full breasts that strained the fabric of her
jumpsuit, tempting him to….//Don't think about that.//
Narrow waist flaring out to wide hips. Shapely legs
that seemed far too long for someone her height. He
wondered what it would be like to have those long legs
wrapped around his waist as he…
//Calm, Antilles, calm. Stop thinking about her. It
was a joke. The kiss meant nothing. Just some
strange little impulse that meant nothing to her. And
should mean nothing to you.// He knew that was a
thought lie as soon as it entered his mind. He had
seen the desire in her eyes….
Those wide, whiskey colored eyes that seemed to be
able to read his very soul. She knew all of his
secrets. Knew of how he had killed the men who were
responsible for the deaths of his parents, and she had
never looked at him with pity or with revulsion. Even
knowing his darkest secrets, she still looked at him
with compassion and love. Hell, if it had been HER
father that had been killed, he KNEW she would've
climbed into that Headhunter and blown the bastards
into subatomic particles.
She was definitely a woman who knew her own mind and
didn't let anyone take advantage of her.
That stubborn pride that she pretended was not part of
her nature. He had always been drawn to that
strength. More so after his parents had been
slaughtered. The thought of his lost family quenched
his desire, but it quickly renewed when he thought of
all the times she had curled up next to him, as if SHE
were the one that needed comforting. Silently
offering him part of the strength that infused her,
but never making him feel weak for accepting her gift.
She was his closest friend, and Gods, he wanted to get
so much closer. To feel her bare skin under his
hands. To hear her screaming his name as he… "I HAVE
to stop thinking about her!" he growled to himself,
trying to force his fantasies from his mind.
Wedge flopped onto his back, staring up at the
ceiling, fighting a lost cause with his very active
imagination. He threw his pillow over his head,
painfully aware of how much he wanted the black-haired
woman who had had the audacity to kiss him. //Gods,
what's going to happen when HE finds out about the
kiss?// Sighing into the pillow, he wished the bed
would swallow him up. "Booster's going to KILL me!"
# # #
She had kissed him. She couldn't believe that she'd
kissed him. She had kissed WEDGE ANTILLES. It was
wrong. She shouldn't have done it. He was like a
brother to her. And she KISSED HIM!
It was WRONG! Wrong, wrong, wrong!
It hadn't been that much of a kiss. She let out a
frustrated sigh. //Liar, it was an INCREDIBLE kiss.//
The contact had lasted only a few dozen beats of her
racing heart, the gentle press of her mouth against
his, but….Gods, his lips had felt wonderful against
hers. Warm and soft with the potential to be…
She rolled over, curling up in a ball as she began
thinking about what Wedge could do with that mouth of
his. //It's because he's forbidden. That's all. I
can't have him so I want him. It's sort of disgusting
on one level, but natural. He's male, I'm female.
He's attractive…// She shivered against the warmth
that thought generated. //Too attractive for his own
damn good…// Mirax thought sourly. Wedge had always
been handsome, at least to her. Lanky and lean. With
intensity that….Another shiver ran down her spine.
There had always been passion in Wedge, though most
people never saw it. His quiet vitality always seemed
to be eclipsed by the people around him, but her
father saw it, as did his parents.
Gods, he missed them. Sometimes she could feel his
grief as if it were her own. That passion had
increased tenfold since his parents were murdered. A
passion that now took the form of flying. The only
thing Wedge seemed to think he was good at.
//I'm sure he'd be very good at a great many things…//
"Sithspawn," she growled, flopping over onto her back
to stare at the ceiling. //He's Wedge Antilles, my
almost adopted brother. I cannot fantasize about him
and those deep brown eyes…Oh gods, here I go again…//
She had never thought of herself mooning over a pair
of brown eyes. After all, her eyes were a boring
shade of brown. But Wedge's eyes were deep, almost
taking on a velvety color when he was serious. Gold
flecks illuminated them when the grief left him for
those all too brief times and he let himself smile and
laugh. And when the grief caught him and the rage
returned….The eyes of a predator. They would scare
her if she didn't already know Wedge would never hurt
her. But there was a fire in him and it burned bright
in those deep brown eyes. Giving him an intensity
that no nineteen year old man should have. Mirax
wondered if he would look that intense while he was….
Mirax threw her pillow over her head, trying to block
the insidious thoughts that seemed to be ever creeping
through her mind. "I'm never going to sleep tonight…"
Author: Aggy aggity_ann@y...
Characters: Wedge and female
Type: AU/Romance/Angst
Status: Complete!!!!
Rating: Probably R...but let's go with NC17!!!
Summary: Wedge falls in love.
Feedback: Sure, but please don't ruin my fragile ego
LOL
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars or its characters.
(Dammit, I want to own Wedge after writing this!) but
I do own the creativity that made this story. I'm not
making any money but if Lucas would like to pay me...
;o)
Note: This story takes place before ANH. Wedge is about 19 years old.
Forbidden
Part 1
//I toss and turn,
I can't sleep
Your kiss burns,
Through my dreams…//
"Deja Voodoo" Kenny Wayne Shepherd//
She had kissed him. He couldn't believe that she'd
kissed him. He shouldn't have done it, though he
hadn't really had any choice in the matter. One
minute they were laughing over some joke he had
made…the next she was leaning towards him, her eyes
half closed as if afraid to watch him pull away.
He should have pulled away. But he couldn't. He had
seemed hypnotized by her, by the contrast of dark
lashes brushing against her blushing cheeks. By the
fullness of her red lips. Then those full lips
touched his in a kiss that was almost chaste. But the
emotions sparked by the feeling of her mouth against
his were anything but chaste.
Wedge groaned as he felt himself react to the memory
of her. He rolled over onto his side and tried not to
think of how much he had wanted to pull her into his
arms and…
She was so damn beautiful. She had always been
pretty, but now…now, she was absolutely stunning and
seemed to be growing more beautiful with each passing
day. Full breasts that strained the fabric of her
jumpsuit, tempting him to….//Don't think about that.//
Narrow waist flaring out to wide hips. Shapely legs
that seemed far too long for someone her height. He
wondered what it would be like to have those long legs
wrapped around his waist as he…
//Calm, Antilles, calm. Stop thinking about her. It
was a joke. The kiss meant nothing. Just some
strange little impulse that meant nothing to her. And
should mean nothing to you.// He knew that was a
thought lie as soon as it entered his mind. He had
seen the desire in her eyes….
Those wide, whiskey colored eyes that seemed to be
able to read his very soul. She knew all of his
secrets. Knew of how he had killed the men who were
responsible for the deaths of his parents, and she had
never looked at him with pity or with revulsion. Even
knowing his darkest secrets, she still looked at him
with compassion and love. Hell, if it had been HER
father that had been killed, he KNEW she would've
climbed into that Headhunter and blown the bastards
into subatomic particles.
She was definitely a woman who knew her own mind and
didn't let anyone take advantage of her.
That stubborn pride that she pretended was not part of
her nature. He had always been drawn to that
strength. More so after his parents had been
slaughtered. The thought of his lost family quenched
his desire, but it quickly renewed when he thought of
all the times she had curled up next to him, as if SHE
were the one that needed comforting. Silently
offering him part of the strength that infused her,
but never making him feel weak for accepting her gift.
She was his closest friend, and Gods, he wanted to get
so much closer. To feel her bare skin under his
hands. To hear her screaming his name as he… "I HAVE
to stop thinking about her!" he growled to himself,
trying to force his fantasies from his mind.
Wedge flopped onto his back, staring up at the
ceiling, fighting a lost cause with his very active
imagination. He threw his pillow over his head,
painfully aware of how much he wanted the black-haired
woman who had had the audacity to kiss him. //Gods,
what's going to happen when HE finds out about the
kiss?// Sighing into the pillow, he wished the bed
would swallow him up. "Booster's going to KILL me!"
# # #
She had kissed him. She couldn't believe that she'd
kissed him. She had kissed WEDGE ANTILLES. It was
wrong. She shouldn't have done it. He was like a
brother to her. And she KISSED HIM!
It was WRONG! Wrong, wrong, wrong!
It hadn't been that much of a kiss. She let out a
frustrated sigh. //Liar, it was an INCREDIBLE kiss.//
The contact had lasted only a few dozen beats of her
racing heart, the gentle press of her mouth against
his, but….Gods, his lips had felt wonderful against
hers. Warm and soft with the potential to be…
She rolled over, curling up in a ball as she began
thinking about what Wedge could do with that mouth of
his. //It's because he's forbidden. That's all. I
can't have him so I want him. It's sort of disgusting
on one level, but natural. He's male, I'm female.
He's attractive…// She shivered against the warmth
that thought generated. //Too attractive for his own
damn good…// Mirax thought sourly. Wedge had always
been handsome, at least to her. Lanky and lean. With
intensity that….Another shiver ran down her spine.
There had always been passion in Wedge, though most
people never saw it. His quiet vitality always seemed
to be eclipsed by the people around him, but her
father saw it, as did his parents.
Gods, he missed them. Sometimes she could feel his
grief as if it were her own. That passion had
increased tenfold since his parents were murdered. A
passion that now took the form of flying. The only
thing Wedge seemed to think he was good at.
//I'm sure he'd be very good at a great many things…//
"Sithspawn," she growled, flopping over onto her back
to stare at the ceiling. //He's Wedge Antilles, my
almost adopted brother. I cannot fantasize about him
and those deep brown eyes…Oh gods, here I go again…//
She had never thought of herself mooning over a pair
of brown eyes. After all, her eyes were a boring
shade of brown. But Wedge's eyes were deep, almost
taking on a velvety color when he was serious. Gold
flecks illuminated them when the grief left him for
those all too brief times and he let himself smile and
laugh. And when the grief caught him and the rage
returned….The eyes of a predator. They would scare
her if she didn't already know Wedge would never hurt
her. But there was a fire in him and it burned bright
in those deep brown eyes. Giving him an intensity
that no nineteen year old man should have. Mirax
wondered if he would look that intense while he was….
Mirax threw her pillow over her head, trying to block
the insidious thoughts that seemed to be ever creeping
through her mind. "I'm never going to sleep tonight…"