"I've got something for you."

Sinnellae leaned back her head over the back of her chair at the ship's console and saw Torian leaning over her. His blue eyes beamed excitement down into her hazel. Giving him her trademark sultry grin, she reached up with both hands and pulled his face down for a kiss. She chuckled at the tickle of his facial hair on her forehead before she let him go.

"Now with an entrance like that, Baby, how's a girl supposed to resist?" He grinned back for a moment before helping her out of her seat. The tall curvy brunette noticed her husband was in his ship's clothes, which meant he had already broken down his armor for sleep cycle, and immediately felt guilty. "I'm sorry, Torian, been playing catch-up on these targets. Didn't realize it was that late. Where are the boys?"

"Artus was in the bay cleaning his rifle last I checked, and Jicoln has bunked down already."

New blood for their clan, she thought, pride rising in her at the thought of the two strapping boys. Sinn knew Mandalore had been honored when they'd named their oldest after him, Torian looked like he'd felt the same when she suggested they name their second for his father. A fitting tribute to the two men who'd brought them together, she'd thought. Then she realized what Torian had said.

"Wait a minute, so we have the common area to ourselves? Hmm, maybe your gift can wait."

Sinn slunk over to her Mando, watching the heat in his eyes raise as she stroked her fingers over his chest. Moments like these she was glad she was almost as tall as Torian, being able to watch his eyes as she went in for a kiss was a true pleasure. Sinn melted her mouth to his, trailing her fingers through his tousled blonde hair. His hands ran firmly down her waist and she let out a muffled cry of surprise when he cupped her ass in his hands, before using it to pull her briskly to him.

"Maybe it can," he murmured when he broke off their kiss and started nibbling her earlobe. Sinn chuckled again at the sweet ticklish sensation as they maneuvered each other to the couch and sat down. She draped a leg over his as their hands travelled each other's bodies, delving under clothing, while Torian's lips moved down the length of her throat. She felt herself being leaned back and smoothed her hands over his shoulders while he settled between her legs.

"Ma, Da, where are you?" Torian's head raised and Sinn shared a knowing grin with him as they heard their oldest boy's voice. They sat back up and adjusted their clothes.

"Right here, Artus," Sinn replied as the twelve-year old's head started to emerge at the top of the stairs. The dark haired boy glanced at his parents and gave them a partially embarrassed smile.

"Just wanted to let you know I'd finished up and was going to bunk down for the night." Sinn nodded as she stood up and motioned for him to come over. Opening her arms as he went to her, she thanked the stars that he didn't feel too old to get a good-night hug. Pulling back slightly, she gazed fondly at the tall boy who shared her looks and smile, but who's flashing blue eyes could only be his father's.

"Everything cleaned up?" she asked, and he nodded briskly.

"Yes, ma'am," he said with pride, "I also took care of Ji's, still teaching him how to clean those notches without removing the finish."

"A little battle-wear's not a bad thing," Torian said, "Let you know what it's been through." Artus nodded again at his father's words.

"Yes sir," he replied before walking over and giving his father a quick hug.

"Sleep well Ad'ika," Sinn said, and saw her son grimace slightly at the use of her nickname for him.

"Good night." He walked to the room he shared with his brother and Sinn sat down as she heard the door close.

"He feels too old for you to call him that," Torian said gently as he pulled her next to him and Sinn sighed as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"I know," she sighed again, "But it doesn't feel like he should be so big. He'll always be my 'little one'." She heard a soft chuckle from Torian.

"Well your 'little one' is old enough to realize what we do out here." Sinn started laughing heartily when she remembered the embarrassment on her son's face.

"Out here, in our room, in our tent while in the field…" she trailed off, "You know that time on my speeder was pretty impressive, might have to try that again." Torian's laugh echoed hers.

"Always willing to give it a shot, maybe even get that girl you've been angling for," he turned thoughtful for a moment, "You distracted me again, Cyare. I had another reason to talk to you." He got up and went to their quarters. When he'd returned he was carrying a small crate and handed it to her.

"Was this the one Mandalore had sent to you?" Sinn asked, and Torian nodded.

"He'd found it and thought I should have it." Sinn opened the crate, pulling out a blaster. It was an older piece but looked well cared for, like it'd been polished lovingly for years. She drew it up, checking the sight which looked true.

"It's a great piece," she said, as she handed it back to him, "Bet it'll fire well. But why he'd send it, Baby?" Torian lifted the blaster, looking nostalgic.

"It was Jicoln's," he stated and Sinn gasped as understanding flooded her.

"You father's," she whispered.

Part of her had always felt bad that Torian had had to take out his father to win back his honor. For her, Jicoln had been a job, just another target. But to have to take down your own flesh and blood had to be rough. At least their boys had been able to grow up with their father, she thought, a luxury Torain had never had. Looking at him now as he turned the blaster over in his hands, she wondered what might have been different about him if he'd grown up with Jicoln in his life. Torian looked up and caught her eye, giving her a half-smile.

"Jicoln gave it to him long ago, before the war. Mandalore thought it should go back to the Cadera bloodline," Giving it one more look-over, he handed it to Sinn, "I want you to have it." Sinn turned it over in her hands and blinked back the moisture in her eyes at his gesture.

"This means a lot, Baby," she murmured, "But shouldn't one of the boys have it?" He thumbed her cheek, giving her a tender look.

"Artus prefers his rifle and Ji's not comfortable with blasters yet," he explained, "'Sides, a weapon like this should be used regularly. No better person to take care of it." A burst of heat flashed in his eyes as he gave her a teasing grin. "And if it's riding your hips, I'll see it all the time." Sinn laughed heartily again, even as a determined tear managed to leak out.

"Of course you love the idea of covering my rear," she said playfully as he stood and helped her up.

"Always got your six, Cyare," he draped his arms around her as he leaned in close, "Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum."

"Back at 'cha, Baby," Sinn replied, giving a warm kiss before pulling him up to their quarters.