A/N: This is my first romantic fic, as well as my first smut fic. It had been screaming at me without a sign of relenting. So, here it is in all of its glory. Hope y'all enjoy!

Chapter Genre: Romance

Chapter Rating: M

Rating Content: Explicit Sexual Content, Brief Language

"I swear that this is almost no different than trying to find water on Tatooine."

"Oh, hush, we just need one more piece and then we're finished with this." She gutted the Cannok, its innards spilling onto the jungle floor causing Mical to sigh in disgust.

Dxun was not the most pleasant of places. The constant precipitation and storms made it almost unbearable to walk in and Mical was starting to become sick of it. Raeka, however, seemed to enjoy the constant rain. He smiled as he remembered her standing out in the rain, one evening. He had seen her while he was passing by the docking ramp to head to the dormitories and he had asked her what she was doing, stating that she could catch a cold and all that she had said was, "I'm thinking about the purposes of life and its existence. Care to join me?" He had laughed, then, and stood out in the rain along with her. Of course, eventually, a storm had settled in and forced them to retreat back inside the Ebon Hawk.

He was shaken from his thoughts as Raeka suddenly shouted, "I found it!" And she pulled out the final piece of the machine. Mical heaved a sigh of relief. Raeka placed it in her small pouch and placed her lightsaber back into its holster on her belt. "All we need to do now is get these pieces back to the Mandalorian camp and then we can wash off, then we'll call it a day."

She then took off down the path and Mical followed close behind her. He couldn't help but ask her, "How are you so content?"

She stopped and turned to face him. "Hm?"

He gestured around them. "With this constant rain? If I might say so, this weather can make me feel rather miserable. How are you so content with it?"

Raeka merely shrugged. "It feels calming."

"Calming?"

She shrugged again. "Yeah, I mean, it feels relaxing. It feels like all of your worries, your problems, your fears, are just being washed away. It feels like the rain is trying to calm you, relax you. It's almost the same as swimming, really."

Mical nodded. "I see. I never really thought of it in that manner."

Raeka then smiled. "Well, you should. It helps keep your mind off of the cold."

She was interrupted by a loud thunderclap which startled them both. "As much as I enjoy talking, I think we should get moving before the storm hits."

Mical definitely couldn't argue with that. They both ran, then, hoping they would be able to make it back in time. That was beginning to prove more and more unlikely as the rain began to come down in unrelenting torrents and lightning began to streak across the sky.

"We need to find shelter, now!" Mical shouted, barely hearing himself over the sounds of the storm.

"I know!" Raeka shouted back, grabbing his hand. "This way!"

She pulled him along the pathways and he tried his best to keep up with her. It wasn't long until he was pulled into a building away from the pounding rain. He looked around and recognized the building as one of the Mandalorian caches. He remembered it well, as it was when he, Bao-Dur and Raeka had been suddenly ambushed by all of the droids.

Raeka closed the door and she shook her head, shaking the water from her hair. "Now that was awesome!"

Mical struggled to pull his gloves from his hands. "'Awesome' is not exactly how I would describe it."

"And why not?" She asked him, pulling her boots off her feet and tipping them so the water would pour out. "We just got caught in one of the biggest storms I've ever seen!"

Mical chuckled at her exuberance. He pulled his outer robe off of his body and threw it over some nearby canisters. "I think that, with the rain, we have gotten our well-needed baths."

Raeka laughed at that. "Indeed we did."

Mical slicked his wet hair back, a few strands just hanging in front of his eyes. "How long do you think the storm will continue for?"

"Who knows?"

He sat down on the floor and pulled his own boots and socks off, sighing heavily; they were stuck in a cold, dingy cache until the storm passed over without any source of heat to dry them or their clothes off. Mical felt that, with how wet they both were and how cold the cache was, hypothermia could easily set in on both of them.

Raeka sat down beside him. "I think that being in the rain for a while longer would've been better than staying in here."

"Indeed."

An almost awkward silence passed between them and Mical shifted uncomfortably as he cleared his throat. "We'll need to keep warm, Raeka."

"Yes, why do you think I sat beside you?" She said, gently smacking the back of his head.

"Right, of course."

"However, it's harder to do with wet clothes."

His gaze quickly fell onto Raeka, who looked back at him indifferently. He was almost appalled at what he though she was suggesting. "I'm being serious, Mical. I've heard more than a few stories of people dying of hypothermia-"

"I am aware, Raeka, it's just that..." He slicked his hair back out of nervousness. "I don't know if that will be necessary."

She shrugged and stood from her spot. "Suit yourself." She said as she began to unbuckle the belt that held her robe in place. Mical then stood and halted her hands with his own. "Raeka, believe me, I don't think we need to go to such extremes to keep warm."

Raeka said nothing, only slipping her hands from under his and placing them on his chest. "I don't think there's too much of an alternative." She then grabbed at his robe and pulled him closer to her. "Unless, of course, you think there may be another way?"

Mical swallowed and his heart began to race. Ever since their admittance to one another about their mutual attraction, things had started to become rather tense, at times. A small glance here, another there, stolen kisses behind closed doors, but they never truly went any further than that. If things started to become too heated then he was often the one to put an end to it before it got too out of hand.

However, this was different. They were alone, without risk of being caught or walked in on after or, Force forbid, during their possible joining, there were no distractions, absolutely nothing that could interrupt them.

So, rather than shying away from her, he wrapped his arms fully around her supple waist. "I can think of another way to stay warm."

She leaned her head back. "What would that be?"

"Allow me to show you." He closed the distance between them, her soft lips meeting with his.

Their kiss started as soft and gentle, then slowly grew into a passionate frenzy. Mical combed his hand through her dark hair and and gently pulled at the soft strands, making her head lean back. He removed his mouth from hers and kissed his way down to her neck. His lips drew up in a small smile as he heard her moan. Her moan turned to a gasp as he nipped at the soft skin on her neck, flicking his tongue over the newly formed mark.

Raeka clawed at his robes, desperate to take them off, to touch his flesh. Carelessly, she used the Force to simply rip his robe and she ran her hands up his chest. He was already warm and she could feel his heart pounding against her hands.

Mical could feel his own neck becoming sore from the position he was in. Raeka was far shorter than he was, the top of her head coming just to the base of where his neck met his shoulders, so he had to lean down a fair bit in order to reach her. He slid his hands down to her arse and he lifted her up, her slender legs wrapping around his hips.

He had attempted to walk but then slipped on the wet ground of the cache, sending them both to the floor. Mical fell onto his back and hit his head against the floor whilst Raeka nearly knocked the wind out of him. Regardless of his lack of breath, he couldn't help but laugh at his mistake and she laughed with him.

She gently stroked his face. "Are you alright?"

He made a deep chuckle. "The only harm done is to my pride."

Smiling, she kissed him and ground her hips into his own. He hissed and grasped at her waist. "I still think you have plenty or pride left." She whispered against his lips. He shuddered as she kissed him again, her tongue intertwining with his own. She tasted sweet, almost like Shuura fruit. It left him wanting more, wanting to taste more of her, to feel her skin against his own.

She suddenly pulled back, nipping at his lower lip and sat up on her knees. He watched as she grabbed at the hem of her top and slowly pulled it over her head. He saw her struggle momentarily and he lifted himself to a seated position and aided with her robe, pulling it gently over her head and tossing it onto the canisters. "Wet clothing is harder to get out of than you may think, my dear."

"I prefer a challenge." She breathed.

"All the better for you, then."

He resumed his previous ministrations on her neck as his hands explored the soft curves of her body. They ghosted over her back, making her shiver at the contact. His deft fingers made quick work out of the buckle that held her brassiere together and he threw it off to the side, not caring where it ended up. He quickly pulled her to him, not daring to look at her just yet. He wanted to wait until she was completely bare to him, her body free for his eyes to roam, to admire.

Mical rested his head against hers, eyes closed, breath mingling. "Raeka, before we get too far with this there is one thing that I must ask."

"Mhm?"

He placed a chaste kiss on her lips. "Have you ever... Done this, before? Been with a man?"

Raeka seemed to hesitate, opening her eyes to stare into his deep blue ones. "Um... Have you?"

That was enough to let him know what her answer was. He nodded. "Yes. Being a soldier for the Republic demanded more than a few things from me. Some women would often come to my dorms or proposition me elsewhere and... If I can be honest, I had been becoming lonesome..."

He almost felt ashamed at such an admittance, especially in front of the woman he came to love and admire. He feared rejection, or worse, judgement.

So he was surprised when a nervous smile spread across her lips and she breathed a sigh, resting her head against his shoulder. "At least one of us knows what they're doing..."

Mical stroked her hair gently. "If at any point you feel uncomfortable, just say so. Alright?"

Raeka nodded and pulled back. "I doubt that you'll do anything I don't like." She kissed him, then, and leaned back so she was lying down on the floor and Mical was above her.

His lips parted and she slipped her tongue between them, relishing the deep moan that he released. She then raked her nails down his back, causing him to arch into her touch as a ragged gasp escaped his lips. "Don't do that..." He said, his breath brushing against her ear.

"Why not?" She asked innocently.

"You know exactly why."

She grinned in a Cheshire-like manner at his statement. Raeka had discovered his little 'spot' on accident when they had been snogging in the Med Lab. She had simply glided her nails down his back and that action alone had made Mical shudder and gasp. The knowledge that simply scratching his back made him hot and bothered had given her so many ideas, ones that she knew he wouldn't entirely be pleased with.

"And what if I said I didn't?" She asked coyly, sliding a single finger down his spine.

Suddenly he nipped at the skin on her neck and halted her actions. "Don't think I don't know your weak points." He said, voice dripping with desire.

Before she could muster a response Mical had started working his way down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. This action alone was enough to earn small whimpers from Raeka as she brushed her fingers through his hair. He paused just above her chest, his breath hot against her skin. "I know what you like..."

A surprised gasp escaped Raeka as he licked just above her breast and his hand brushed up her waist, fingers ghosting over her skin and then enclosing over right breast. Her gasp turned to a moan when he sucked on her nipple. "Sweet force..."

Mical grunted in response, his mouth already occupied.

Raeka brushed her fingers through his wet hair and gently pulled at the golden strands, her breath coming in soft whimpers. "Mical..."

"Mm?"

She shivered as his tongue flicked over her nipple. "Quit... Quit teasing me..."

He stopped, then, looking up at her. "You think this is teasing?" He chuckled and kissed above her breast. "My dear, this is nothing compared to what I can do..."

"Show me."

A pause, then, "Of course." Her eyes closed as his hands rested onto her hips. "It would be my pleasure."

Raeka released a content sigh as he moved down her belly, pausing every so often to leave a tender kiss. He stopped just above the hem of her leggings. "Raeka..."

He hooked his fingers under the hem. "May I?"

She nodded. "Yes..."

His fingers curled further under the hem of her pants, pulling them down from her hips. "Bloody hell, these are impossible to get off..." He cursed.

She laughed then. "Let me help..." She lifted her arse upward, allowing Mical to better slip them off. Slowly, he pulled them down the length of her legs, over her ankles and off her feet, then tossing them to the side.

He dared to look at her then, and his breath was taken away. Long, slender legs, leading up to her hips, a supple waist, gloriously round and full breasts. Her neck, flushed with either arousal or embarrassment, he couldn't tell. Her luscious lips were parted, her breaths coming in short pants. Bronze eyes, looking up at him with a lusty gleam. "Beautiful..."

Raeka turned her head, a crimson blush on her cheeks. "I'm as pale as a ghost, I've got scars..."

"Nonsense." He interrupted, softly grasping her ankle. "Your skin... Is so fair, so soft..." He planted a kiss on her ankle, then, slowly moving up her leg. "And your scars?" Another kiss on her thigh. "Scars don't destroy your beauty. If anything..."

She shuddered as Mical's lips ghosted over the apex of her thighs. "They accentuate it."

She pushed herself up onto her elbows. "Mical, what are you-"

"Just relax." He whispered, placing her legs over his shoulders. "Lay back and just relax..."

Raeka's breath hitched as his tongue licked languidly over her folds. "Oh, yes..." She breathed.

The corners of his mouth pulled up in a seductive smile as his tongue flicked over her clit. Raeka cursed loudly, her legs lashing out.

Mical tightened his grip onto her thighs as he continued to pleasure her with his mouth, revelling in the moans and cries that she released. His tongue suddenly delved between her folds, stroking at her inner walls.

A strangled cry emanated from Raeka as her back arched up and her hand grasped at Mical's hair, wanting him to stop but at the same time, not wanting for him to. He just wrapped his hands further around her thighs, not daring to relent as she rode out her orgasm, a string of incoherent words pouring from her mouth. Her legs quivered and her chest rose and fell as she came down from her orgasmic high.

He released his grip on Raeka's thighs and moved up to face her, kissing her tentatively on her lips. "A pleasurable experience..." He murmured into her ear. She laughed shakily. "Mical, you have no idea..."

He chuckled and planted lazy kisses along her neck, allowing her time to calm herself. As much as he wanted her, and sweet Force did he ever, he wanted to ensure that Raeka felt as relaxed and pleased as possible. He wanted her to remember their time together as a time filled with love and passion, not with lust.

Her delicate hand slid down his chest and to the waistband of his pants, tugging at the hem impatiently. "You're still wearing too many clothes..."

Mical hesitated. "Forgive me, but... Are you absolutely sure you want to do this? We don't have any... If there's a chance you could be pregnant after this-"

"Not possible."

This confused him. "'Not possible'? How do you mean?"

Raeka sighed heavily. "Another story for another time. No sense in ruining the moment."

Mical's brows furrowed in concern. "Raeka-"

She didn't want him fretting over her and she most certainly didn't want to destroy the moment explaining what she had said to him. So, to distract him, she pressed her palm into his throbbing erection and stroked it. He hissed at the contact and he rested his head in the juncture between her shoulder and neck.

"Get these off..." She breathed.

Mical's hand grasped at her wrist. "Dammit, if you would give me a moment to do so..." He panted.

Reluctantly she took her hand out from his pants and he rapidly stood. Shuffling back on his feet he loosened his belt and pulled it through the loops, letting it drop at his feet. Not daring to break eye contact with her, Mical slowly pushed his pants down and off his legs. He swallowed as his heart hammered in his chest, seeming to be almost as loud as the thunder outside.

His pants pooled around his ankles and he kicked them away, breath now shallow and ragged. Raeka's eyes briefly glanced between his legs and an her breath hitched once again, but her eyes went back up to his own. Taking a breath, Mical brought himself down onto the floor to lay beside Raeka and he cupped her cheek. "Are you still certain you wish to do this?"

She swiftly wrapped her leg around his hip and rolled so he was atop her, roughly kissing him. "Please..." She begged.

There was no changing her mind, he realized. He knew that if she didn't want to do something, she often would say so or she would try stalling to prevent it from happening. But one look into her darkened eyes, and he knew; she truly did want this.

Nodding, Mical lifted himself to sit on his knees. He spread her legs and positioned himself accordingly. "It may hurt the first time..."

"I know."

He nodded again, taking himself in hand and slowly sliding into her. At the first sign of discomfort he set himself back down over her, kissing her cheek. "Steady your breathing, just relax..." He whispered.

She breathed deeply in an attempt to calm herself. Mical waited until her breathing went down to a natural pace. "Ready?"

She nodded, wrapping her arms around his torso. He situated himself onto his elbows and forearms and with a sharp breath, he thrusted forward.

A yelp emanated from Raeka and Mical hissed as she bit into his shoulder and her nails dug into his back. He stilled himself, not daring to move for fear that he may harm her further.

The pain ebbed away as she adjusted to his size, soon turning into a mild pleasure. "Mical?"

"Yes?"

She shifted her hips. "Move..."

Slowly, cautiously, he slid out of her then pushed back in, watching her expression closely. Her eyes closed and her head fell back, the corners of her lips pulling up ever-so-slightly. Mical repeated the action again, thrusting his hips into her.

Seeing no discomfort or pain in her features, Mical slowly picked up the pace of his thrusts, his head resting in the crook of her neck. Raeka started growing impatient.

"Mical, please..."

"We need to take our time." He rasped. "You're still... Still tight. I don't want to hurt you."

She growled deep in her throat and raked her nails down his back, making him arch into her as a guttural groan escaped his mouth. "You won't."

A stiff growl sounded deep in his throat as he leaned back to look into her eyes, causing Raeka's body to shiver. Mical then pushed himself up and pulled her legs around his hips. "As you wish, my dear."

His hips moved in a sharp, upward thrust. Her head snapped back at the intense sensation his action caused, colliding harshly into the floor of the cache. Mical couldn't help the grin that spread across his lips. "There it is..."

Before she could question him, he languidly slid out of her and thrust back into her, once again hitting that sweet spot. "Fuck!" She cursed aloud.

Mical grasped at her hips and drove into her, biting back the groans and cries that threatened to escape him into well-contained grunts. It had been so long since he had last been with someone and it had made him more sensitive than usual. The feeling of her, wrapped around him, clenching onto him, the sound of her pleasure, the sight of her coming undone beneath him, was pure heaven.

Raeka was starting to lose control of herself. Having been so inexperienced, she was completely unprepared for the torrents of pleasure that which assaulted her now. Incoherent words flowed from her mouth, her muscles shifting and moving involuntarily, and that heat pooling in the pit of her stomach. It coiled within her like a spring, waiting to be released, to be relieved of the tension.

He could see the orgasm building up inside of her, the expression on her face looking like she was struggling. He didn't want it to end, for her as well as for him. Putting his arms underneath her, Mical lifted her so they were both upright and he immediately slowed his thrusting, holding her orgasm at bay.

Raeka groaned in frustration. "Mical, please!"

"Not yet, Min Larel. Not yet."

He rubbed her back in slow, deliberate strokes, peppering soft kisses along her neck and shoulder. As much as he appeared to be under control, it was taking every ounce of his willpower and strength to not just take her and have his way with her. He wanted this to last and not be over so quickly.

Raeka began to shudder at his gentle touch, signalling that she had finally calmed down. "Wrap your arms around me, darling."

Raeka snaked her arms around and held tight to him, sighing contentedly as she kissed him deeply. Placing one hand on the floor to brace himself, Mical started driving into her, relishing the sweet sound of her moans.

She broke away from their kiss and gasped. "Right there..."

"Here?" He thrust sharply.

"Oh, YES!" She keened, her head thrown back in rapture.

Mical kissed her exposed neck and held her close to him, his hands splaying over the small of her back as his hips collided into hers. He wanted her closer, wanted every inch of her body touching his own.

Raeka dug her nails into his back and rocked her hips against him, her breaths coming out in short whimpers and moans. She hadn't been lying when she said she as glad he knew what he was doing. Aside from small discussions she overheard from soldiers during the Wars, as well as some of Atton's lewd remarks, she didn't have much experience within the sexual realm. Even if she did, she much preferred Mical taking the lead.

It wasn't long until Raeka started feeling that sensation again; the heat pooling inside her, that coiled spring tightening, legs shaking, breath hitching. "Mical... I-I can't..."

He kissed her deeply. "Come for me, Min Larel. Come for me..."

Mingling breath, a string of incoherent speech, a few deep and languid strokes, couldn't contain it, couldn't hold it back.

Raeka's back arched harshly and she released a shrill cry of ecstasy, nails raking over his back, his arms, anywhere she could grab onto as her orgasm flowed throughout her. Mical's thrusting came in rapid, irregular strokes and he wrapped his arms tighter around her, moaning sweet words into her ear. "Min Larel, Min Turhaya..."

A strangled growl sounded from him and he held her still, his hips jerking involuntarily and his breaths coming in heavy pants.

They both fell to the floor, exhausted and yet at the same time filled with a lively energy. They lay there, still connected to one another, sweat dripping, chests heaving, sweet throbbing pleasure diffusing. Raeka shivered as small aftershocks swept through her. "That was..."

He silenced her with a deep kiss, hands sliding through her damp hair. "So perfect..." He breathed.

He slowly slid out of her and then fell beside her, a contented sigh emanating from him. Raeka, already missing the physical contact, hooked a leg around his waist and an arm across his chest, kissing his broad shoulder. "Amazing."

They lay there in silence, happy with just holding one another as they came down from their orgasmic high, an occasional chaste kiss would be exchanged or a hand would caress one another's.

"Mical?"

"Mhm?"

She grazed a hand down his chest. "There was something you called me earlier; what did it mean?"

He looked into her eyes. "Min Larel?" He repeated.

She nodded her head. "Yes, but there was another one..."

"They are Old Corellian terms," he explained, "Min Turhaya means 'My Bright Star'."

"And the other one?"

He seemed to hesitate at that. "Min Larel... 'My Love'."

Raeka's eyes widened for a brief moment before she smiled. "I think I like the sound of that." She said, planting a kiss on his lips.

"I'll be certain to use it more often, then."

They stared into each other's eyes. "The storm hasn't given up just yet." She stated.

"So...?"

"So," she deftly swung her leg over him and straddled his hips, "we're still trapped in here. Alone."

Mical feigned an innocent look. "I haven't the faintest clue as to what you're suggesting, Raeka."

She leaned down to place a soft kiss onto his chest. "Then let me show you..."