Hello, everyone. I know I keep adding stories to myself but sometimes, I just get inspired and need to write before that inspiration leaves. This is going to be a five part story - one for each light side Star Wars TOR character of mine. That means two new romances are going to be fully introduced. YAY! Anyhow, I hope you enjoy and, just to warn everyone, there is going to be lots and lots of lemons! You have been warned.

Moira Denic gazed at herself in the mirror, just as she had a hundred times before. The Battle for Corellia was over - finally. Since the battle had wound down and clean up and relief efforts had begun, the beautiful smuggler had learned that several victories had been won on the planet, seriously turning the tide of the war between the Republic and the Empire. Aside from Grand Admiral Kirill, known to most as the Voidwolf, she had learned that a famous Imperial General named Arkos Takton, a very powerful Sith Lord known only as the First Son and, to the wonder of all who weren't in the know, it was rumored (and later confirmed by her close friend Alias Ordo), that the Emperor himself had been killed. The very idea caused Moira's head to spin. This terrible war might soon be over. That fact meant to Moira that it was time to start celebrating and, after two months of assisting in relief on Corellia and an invitation to a lavish celebration of victory on Coruscant, she was more than ready to begin. Well, that is to say, she was almost ready to begin.

Smiling eagerly, Moira gently applied small amounts of make up, mostly to cover small cuts and bruises that were on the back end of healing. Until they reached Coruscant, and quite probably after they left, she had decided that she and Corso were going to celebrate together - privately. When finished with the make up, she selected her garment. It was similar to the lingerie she had warn for Corso their first time together with two little differences. First, it had no sleeves and instead, she wore long, finger-less gloves that went above her elbows. Second, it had a plunging neck line that showed just enough cleavage that she knew Corso wouldn't be able to look away. The same pattern as the first piece was on this one as well, making sure that the shear garment still hid the tips of her breasts and her lower assets. The rest was completely visible through the thin fabric. She also slipped on some mid-thigh high stockings. For one last touch, Moira pulled her hair from her customary utilitarian tail and brushed her hair before fluffing it and arranging it so that some of it fell over half her face. After flashing herself a sultry smile and biting her lip, Moira was satisfied. Now all that was left to do was wait, knowing that she wouldn't have to wait long.

Corso Riggs found himself in a very familiar situation. It was almost exactly like his and Moira's first time with a few major differences. For one, this wasn't just casual sex. He loved Moira with all his heart and, after much hurt and heart ache, he knew that Moira loved him too. The very realization caused a huge smile to cross the farm boy turned mercenary's face. Moira Denic, his captain, loved him. Quickly, he scrubbed off, taking a thirty second shower and then looked at his clothes. After just a moment, he put on a pair of sleep pants and a sleep shirt that buttoned down in the front to match before slipping on his soft slippers, grabbing a second, smaller pair he had picked up for Moira. The floor of the Soaring Dream got very cold. That done, he left his door. Risha Drayen was walking by and grinned at him. "Go get 'em, Corso;" she murmured as she headed towards her work area. Corso blushed and chuckled. Just outside the door, Akaavi Spar almost literally ran into him and frowned at him. "Mandalorians wear their armor until they go into the bed chamber, Corso Riggs. Maybe the captain would enjoy the same thing."

Corso motioned her close and whispered, "I just know that, tomorrow, she'll want to wear something to go get breakfast in the galley. I figured she'd look better in this shirt than I would. It's - not a Mandalorian thing but I'd bet my blaster that she'll wear it."

Akaavi paused and then proffered her hand. "If you lose, I take that nice Mandalorian blaster you picked up as battle field plunder on Corellia. If you win, I'll give you one of my Baskr' vibroblades - the one with the red handle and the black vain."

Corso grinned and shook her hand.

Even though she had been waiting a grand total of two and a half minutes, Moira was getting impatient. She had been hearing rustling and whispering outside but it was still several seconds before there was a knock. Giddy, she had to take a deep breath to make sure that she cooed loudly enough to be heard. "Come in, Corso;"

The door hissed opened and he stepped in and slapped the door release behind him, staring open-mouthed as he did. It was exactly the reaction Moira wanted and expected. "You're wearing more clothing than normal;" said Moira as she stood.

Before Corso could reply, Moira lost control of her restraint and flung herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and legs around his waist, kissing him passionately and heatedly. Corso caught her despite the surprise and returned the kiss. He still bounced lightly off the closed door before taking a few long strides to the bed and laid her down. It was still some minutes before she let him get the space to breath, much less take their love-making any further. Finally, Moira let him go, pushed him up and began wrestling with the buttons of his shirt. "Why the shirt anyway?" she asked breathlessly as she pushed it off his shoulders before kissing him again. Corso chuckled into the kiss and, when she let him go again, replied, "It's cold on this ship, Ca- Moira. Ever thought of turning up the heat?"

"Uses more fuel;" she said before lunging for his sleep pants. Corso took her hands and said, "Nope, not till you take that dress off - it is a dress, right?"

Moira didn't bother arguing; she simply lifted it off and tossed it aside. She was about to go for the gloves and stockings but Corso said, "Leave those on."

Moira grinned and said, "You like?"

"I like;" he growled as she yanked his pants down. His manhood sprung straight up, nearly slapping her in the face. With a moan of want, Moira stood and said, "Lie down."

Corso obeyed and she leaped on him, kissing him again and stroking his already fully erect manhood. She continued like that until Corso felt the effect. However, his head was against the pillow and he couldn't pull away. Just before he could climax, Moira stopped and straightened with a sultry smirk. Before she had the chance to tease or quip, Corso sat up and flipped her over before kissing her fiercely. From her lips, Corso began to kiss his way down her body. Moira moaned and stifled her protests as he sucked gently on the pulse point of her neck and gently bit down. He nibbled on her collar bones and further down and shot her a victorious smirk before assaulting her full, perky breasts. He sucked her pebbled, hard nipples, kissed and licked the slopes of her breasts and sucked hard on the underside of them, leaving small red marks. Moira was biting on a finger to keep from moaning too loudly. Further down he went, giving small love bites on her ribs and soothing them with an open mouthed kiss and then further down to kiss and nip at her navel. "Corso! OHH! Corso!" she gasped. It was very satisfying for Corso to be able to reduce her to only being able to quiver, gasp and moan. His deep, throaty chuckle made Moira look up weakly. "Corso, please..." she pleaded. But the big farm boy wasn't done yet. Gently, he placed his hands on her hips and gently massaged just above her hip bones with his thumbs, another pleasure point of hers. Tenderly, he kissed each of her thighs and looked up at her.

Moira's eyes were rolling back into her head with the heady feeling of euphoria. She had to regain control or else Corso would continue to play her like a fine instrument. With Corso, she wouldn't mind that except that she wanted to reduce him to a mass of quiver flesh and bones. She wanted to make him groan and gasp with pleasure. Moira wanted Corso to feel even better than he made her feel and at this moment she wouldn't be able to if she didn't regain control. "Corso, wait, plea- OH!"

The feeling of his tongue against the entrance to her core drove every coherent thought from her mind. The only thing left was pleasure - pleasure, and a desire for it to continue. Corso stopped and said, "What was that, Darlin'?"

"Don't stop;" she pleaded. "Please don't stop!"

Corso ducked back in, zeroing in on her with the same precision that he used his beloved blasters with, though with a great deal more care and tenderness. Moira covered her mouth again and bucked over and over again, her back and neck arching with the sheer force of waves of bliss. When her massive orgasm rolled over her, she took her hand from her mouth and fisted the sheets in both hands, screaming her release at the top of her lungs. Corso straightened and crawled up beside her. Moira just lay there, gasping and with eyes flickering. While she came down from her high, Corso just watched her, wrapped up in her beauty, committing to memory every centimeter of bare flesh and every movement of her breathing. After several long minutes, she opened her eyes and whispered, "How long was I out?"

"Only five minutes or so;" replied Corso. Moira smiled and said, "You just made me black out. I forgot how good you are."

Corso's eyes sparkled and he said, "I always aim to please. Do you need anything?"

"Yes;" she cooed and rolled atop him. "I need to return the favor. Lay back, lover. Time to make you feel oh-so good."

Corso was about to protest when she gently raked her fingers over his chest, causing his words to choke. "Come on now, Corso. You treat me so well. Let me treat you well."

Leaning down, she began to kiss him everywhere but on his lips. Her tongue was out of her mouth more than inside it, brushing and stroking his neck, his collar bones and his chest. She nibbled and sucked gently on his nipples and then further south, following the very same path as he had and dragging the hardened tips of her breasts against him as she did. Gently, she took his fully erect manhood and began to stroke it. Corso groaned. "That feels amazing!"

Moira chuckled huskily and cooed, "I'm just getting started, Lover."

With that sultry promise, she gave his manhood a long, slow, teasing lick - and then another for good measure. Corso's breath hitched and he groaned again, arching his back as she had before. Satisfied with his reaction, Moira closed her mouth over him, going all the way down to the hilt and sucking leisurely. Corso had always been reserved about her doing this. In both Republic and Imperial societies, it was considered the work of slaves or pleasure workers beneath those who took part in casual, fully consensual sex. Even so, he couldn't deny that it felt amazing and even when he tried to object, it never came out in words, just groans and gasps. As if reading his mind, Moira let him go with a soft pop and continued to stroke him as she whispered, "I do so enjoy this, Corso. I love how it makes you react. I love how you taste and feel inside me."

Again, she closed her mouth over him, her chocolate colored head bobbing slowly up and down and she sucked. Corso was beginning to lose his mind in the pleasure. "Moira, I'm losing it. You need to stop or I'm going to..." and he struggled to find words that he would consider appropriate to tell a lady, which he recognized was a little odd considering what she was currently doing to him. Moira met his eyes and they held a twinkle that expressed amusement, eagerness and, of course, lust. Rather than stop, she picked up speed, causing Corso to gasp her name rather loudly. It was mere moments before he bit down on a blanket and groaned his release. Moira didn't move, swallowing twice before he stopped bucking and twitching. With a sultry smile, she slid off of him and crawled up the bed beside him. "Yummy!" she purred before beginning to giggle. "Corso, your eyes are completely crossed."

Corso nodded and sounded almost drunk as he replied, "T's your fault!"

"Yes it is;" she said, nearly preening with satisfaction. "I'm going to go get us some water and maybe some spirits. Mind if I borrow your shirt?"

"Look better than I do in it anyway;" sighed Corso, just basking in afterglow. Moira kissed him and whispered, "Don't. You. DARE. Fall asleep! I'll be back in a minute."

Corso forced himself to sit up and stretch so that he didn't get sleepy on her. The door hissed open and Corso gave a startled yell as Akaavi stepped in. She gave him an appreciative nod and then tossed him the vibroblade before stepping back out and shutting the door behind her. Corso examined the blade. It was very large and the handle was wrapped in red leather. As he examined it, the door hissed open and Moira stepped in. "Congrats on your little bet;" she chuckled as she walked over and handed him a tumbler of water. Corso chuckled and said, "I always liked it. I lost Hewy on Corellia and always wanted a real Mando made blade. Plus, the red leather handle is pretty nice."

Moira smirked. "Yeah? You like things wrapped in red leather? Tell you what, go to your quarters and I'll meet you there in five minutes. I forgot the brandy anyway. Don't forget your pants."

Corso chuckled as he did as she said. In his quarters, he put his new blade away and plopped down on the bed. He wasn't even lying there for two minutes when the door hissed open. Corso sat up and gaped, his mouth and eyes too big for his head. There stood Moira wearing a dark red leather corset that emphasized her amazing, curvy figure and pressed her breasts upwards, showing a ton of cleavage. At that point, it didn't matter that Corso was less than fifteen minutes from his last climax. He was hard and ready to go all over again. "So you like red leather?" cooed Moira as she slowly sashayed over to him and straddled his hips. With the corset was a pair of red lacey sheer panties. Corso gave a breathy chuckle. "I'm beginning to like it more and more."

Moira purred as she ran a hand through his dreadlocks and kissed his lips softly. Corso gave an appreciative moan as he slid his hands up and down her smooth thighs, cupping her shapely rear. Moira giggled into the kiss and wriggled against him. Suddenly, Corso stood to his feet and tucked her legs around his hips. There was something about how effortlessly Corso could move Moira that really, REALLY turned her on. She moaned into his lips and her kissing intensified. She devoured his lips, plundering his mouth and raking her fingers through his hair, one arm wrapped around his shoulders. When she felt the cool bulkhead of the ship against her back, she moaned again and released him, saying, "Stars above, Corso!"

She began to wriggle and try to escape. "What's wrong, Darlin'?

"Bed;" she gasped, still trying to escape his strong arms. Corso chuckled at her eagerness and carried her over to the bed, laying her and kissing her again. Desperately, Moira tugged at he sleep pants, trying to get them off from the position she was in but it wasn't working. "Corso;" she almost whined, tugging on his pants to try and get his attention. A deep, teasing chuckle came from him as he kissed up and down her neck. "Do you need something down there, Moira?"

"Yes I do!" she said, "You, naked; I need you inside me. And help me take this off! It makes it hard breath."

Corso chuckled again. "A request to get you naked - I think I can handle that."

"Then stop talking and do it!" Moira pleaded. They separated and she reached for the quick-release clasps on her corset only to have one of Corso's large hands stopping her. "Let me;" he rumbled and Moira did. After a quick series of snaps, the red leather flapped to the floor. Before she even let him indulge in her mostly-bare body before stripping off the little red panties and going for his sleep pants again. "Off!" she growled, yanking on them. Corso allowed her to pull them off before pressing herself against him and kissing him again. Almost as much as the actual sex, she craved intimate skin to skin contact. She wanted closeness. She wanted to hold tightly to this man - the first man that she had truly loved in years. However, it wasn't long before she needed more. Moira ground against him, causing him to groan into a kiss. It was a little cold in the room so Moira separated and pulled away, grabbing a thick blanket and pulling it over them, wrapping it around her shoulders. Corso was gazing at her, love and devotion the only expressions on his face. It made Moira choke just slightly and her eyes suddenly go misty. Corso chuckled and rolled her over, readjusting the blanket and murmuring, "We can be fluffy and sentimental in a minute, Captain."

Moira giggled and said, "I know. Come-'ere;" and she pulled him into another kiss. Slowly, Corso lined himself up and slid into her, causing them both to gasp with the sensations. This time was different from any other time. This wasn't crazy, fast, desperate sex. This was true love making. As Corso thrust in and out of her, he worshiped every inch of her body that he could reach with his mouth and his hands. Moira herself was touched by it. A tear trickled from the corner of one of her eyes as her lover attended to her. Experiencing the single key component and accepting it made all the difference between Moira and Corso. That single component was real, sincere love. Despite scars and a sordid past, Corso loved her unconditionally. As he drove them to completion and they both cried out their release, Moira nearly sobbed with emotion. Tenderly, Corso rolled to her side and pulled her against him. "Are you alright, Darlin'?"

Moira pressed against him and nodded silently. After a short pause, he kissed the top of her head and asked, "What is it, Moira?"

"You're here - with me. After everything that's happened, you're here with me again."

She felt Corso hold her more tightly and nod. "I just... I still can hardly believe it."

"After that, you can hardly believe it?" he chuckled. Moira smiled and said, "I'm still wondering if this is all just a dream."

Suddenly, Corso pinched her rear and she squeaked, "Corso! I'm being serious."

"I know. I'm just showing you that you're awake."

Moira spun and wriggled around so that she was facing him. "No, you were just looking for an excuse to pinch my ass."

The accusation wasn't venomous but affectionate. Corso chuckled and shrugged slightly, "Well it is an exceptionally nice ass."

Moira kissed the two parallel scars on his left cheek before saying, "What I mean is it just doesn't seem real. For so long, ever since you joined me on Mantell, I've been putting you through one form of hell after another with my emotional turbolift rides. Not only that but I used you repeatedly and then disregarded your feelings by moving on to others. Even after I promised to try to be with you, I..." and her voice hitched.

Corso kissed her forehead and said, "Yes you did but that's in the past now. You found me and made me realize that I was right the first time. You can change and you did. Old habits die hard and I should have been more understanding and more forgiving."

Moira shook her head vigorously. "You acted completely naturally. I betrayed you after giving you my word. After everything, I knew how fragile we were and I was too weak to just say no."

Corso chuckled and said, "Well it almost sounds like you're trying to convince me to leave."

She gripped him and said, "Are you kidding me? I have you now and there is no way in the universe that I'm letting you go."

Corso smiled and gripped her a little tighter too. "I'm gonna say the same thing. I have you now and there is no way in the universe that I'm letting you go."

Moira smiled with pleasure and said, "I'm glad we agree."

She yawned and snuggled down. "A short nap and then I need to eat. All this amazing sex is wearing me out."

Corso agreed with a soft sigh.

A couple hours later found Moira checking everything in the cockpit. They were still in hyperspace but an intelligent pilot would still keep checking the systems. Suddenly, the door hissed open and there was Corso but he looked different. He was nervous about something and was dressed in black slacks and a nice, white button down shirt. Clearing his throat nervously, he said, "You know, I've wanted to do this ever since you found me. I wanted to wait until it seemed like we'd be safe but it seems as though this here is as close as we're gonna get."

Moira cocked a brow, waiting as he shuffled his feet slightly. Taking a deep breath, Corso dropped to one knee in front of her and Moira covered her mouth, her shining hazel eyes wide with surprise. In a low, nervous, husky voice, Corso asked, "Will you marry me, Captain Moira Denic?"

When she finally regained the ability to speak, she replied with all the joy in her heart, "I'd be honored to have you as my husband."

With a brilliant smile, Corso stood and Moira threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. Corso seemed relieved. "Phew! You have no idea how I sweated that, Captain."

Moira smiled and kissed him as tears of happiness rolled down her cheeks. After a long, tender kiss, Corso rumbled, "You know, as a ships Captain, your legally empowered by the Republic to perform wedding ceremonies aboard your own vessel..."

Moira's eyes widened. "Now?" she gasped. Corso looked uncertain. "Only if you want, Captain."

Moira lunged, kissing him again and said, "Meet me in the lounge in ten."

She raced out of the cockpit to her quarters and whipped open her wardrobe. The only thing she had in white was a sundress that went to just below her knees. It wasn't very wedding-esk but it would work. It wasn't exactly like she and Corso were a traditional couple. She grabbed the dress and a pair of white shoes and put them on the bed. As an after thought, she grabbed some lacy white lingerie, thinking that her soon-to-be husband would appreciate it greatly. Suddenly, she froze, guilt washing over her. Was this right? Or was she betraying the memory of her fiancé. What would he think? The thought tortured her for a long minute until she remembered a conversation they had before that terrible day on Armedon. "Nothing's certain, Moira;" he had said as he stroked her chocolate colored hair. "Not even the famed Jedi can see the future with certainty."

"So? What's your point?" she had asked as she hugged him to her on a sunny afternoon out in their back yard. He had kissed the top of her head and said, "My point is that, in the end, your happiness is important to me."

"Well it's a good thing that you are my happiness."

He looked at her with a smile and said, "You can't do that, Moira. I can't be the only thing that you ever allow to bring you happiness. If that becomes the case then, force forbid, what if something happens to me?"

"Don't talk like that!" Moira had gasped with wide eyes. Suddenly serious, he had said, "It's the way of this universe, my love."

Now, in her ship, a lifetime later, Moira smiled. Her life with him had been wonderful but she had based her entire life's happiness off of her relationship with him and, after his death, her life was all but destroyed. Now, with Corso, she had another chance and she was going to take it for everything that it was worth. Quickly, she changed into her outfit and put her hair up in a nicer-than-normal style before rushing to the intercom and announcing, "This is the captain to the crew, everyone report to the lounge immediately."

That done, she headed there herself. Corso was there, pacing nervously and blushing fiercely. He stopped when she walked in. She didn't have flowers and wasn't in a traditional wedding dress or gown but he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. She was so beautiful. Slowly the members of the crew walked in and stopped, looking at them both. Risha walked in first and gasped before a huge smile crossed her face. She hugged them each in turn before going and standing by Moira. The towering Wookiee Bowdarr walked in and looked curiously at them. "What is all this?" he asked in a series of growls and roars. Moira explained quickly as she led him to stand by Corso. The Wookiee gave her a gentle hug and then gave Corso a massive, rough one and growled something. Moira giggled and said, "He says it took you long enough."

Corso laughed. Akaavi and Guss Tano came in at the same time and Guss gasped, "No way!" Akaavi frowned and said, "I see. Where should I stand?"

Risha motioned her over hastily. Guss hurried over and gave Corso a hug, sounding blubbery as he said, "I'm so happy for you both. This is so amazing!"

He took his place beside Bowdarr and Risha said, "I take it, Captain, that you will be officiating."

Moira nodded, a glorious smile on her face. She and Corso, with their friends beside them, joined hands. In a soft, barely quivering voice, Moira asked the question. "Do you, Corso Riggs, take me to be your lawfully wedded bride?"

Corso nodded solemnly and with a smile. "I do. I swear to spend my life protecting your body, honoring your spirit and respecting your mind. My first and last goal of every day will be to bring a smile to your face - just like that one."

Moira's heart was so full and she wanted nothing more then to kiss him passionately and never stop but she realized she should say something too. At that moment, her mischievous streak reared itself. With a smirk she said, "I swear to drive you crazy with jealousy, risk your life regularly, make fun of you in public and ensure that you never have a boring day again."

A series of snickers and snorts followed and Corso chuckled, "An honest vow if I've ever heard one."

Then, one a much more serious note, Moira said, "I accept you as my husband, Corso Riggs, to love and cherish until I die in your arms."

Corso smiled tenderly and said, "May that day be very, VERY far away. I love you, Captain Moira Denic."

"Riggs;" she corrected quietly. "I'm Captain Moira Denic-Riggs now."

Corso's eyes were brighter than she had ever seen them as he leaned in and they kissed.

A blubbery sounding sob came from Guss as they stared at each other lovingly. They all looked at the Mon Calamari ex-Jedi padawan and he said, "I'm sorry but this is just so beautiful."

One by one, the crew congratulated them before Risha shoved them towards Moira's quarters. "Go on. The proximity alarm for Coruscant will go off in a little over an hour so go have your fun and I'll come get you when it goes off."

They hurried away, leaving the crew to smile. Suddenly, Akaavi said, "This is so very different than Mandalorian society but it has a certain beauty to it - a simplicity that somehow seems appropriate for those two."

Risha chuckled and said, "It's true. Everything else in their lives is so complicated and so has everything about their relationship. They deserve a little simplicity. Come on, everyone. Let's be about our business. Guss, stop crying and come help me with the work station. There are a couple things a need a pair of steady hands for."

Updated 12.02.2017