Note: I do not own Star Wars, The Old Republic or any of the characters involved. I only did my best to add to the brilliance of others. I hope you enjoy it.

Warning: Explicit content ahead. (There is sex.) You have been warned.

Quinn woke up on the bed of the medbay. His bones still ached slightly but the kolto had knitted them and all the cuts he had were now gone. His concussion was also gone and he felt much better. The force lightning burns had only improved minimally but since none of them were severe anyway, Quinn paid them no mind. Quickly, he stood and put on the uniform that had been placed there for him. He grabbed a handful of stims and kolto injectors and left the med bay. At first, he headed towards his Lord's quarters but then went straight to cockpit. He couldn't really say why he was defying the order. It was less than ten minutes before she found him there, running diagnostics and making a list of systems that would need optimizing. "I told you to report to me in my quarters, Captain. Why is it that I had to come find you and that I found you here in the cockpit?"

Captain Quinn stood rigidly at attention, looking directly over her head. "The systems need diagnosed and optimized, my Lord." He said rather lamely. Her eyes blazed and she growled, "If it were any other person who had disobeyed my direct order, I would have killed them."

She was about to say something else when her eyes widened, the situation dawning on her. "My quarters, now Captain."

He quick marched after her. When the door shut, closing them in, she rounded on him. "What the hell is in your head, Malavai?"

He didn't answer, standing straight at attention. "Why are you trying to get yourself killed?"

In a completely dispassionate voice, Quinn said, "What gives you that idea, My Lord?"

She sat down on the bed, one hand massaging her temples as she replied, "You came in the other night covered in burns I recognize as from force lightning, eight broken or cracked ribs, a broken clavicle and a concussion. Where did all of that come from?" He was about to reply when she stood up and all but begged, "Malavai, look at me!"

For the first time in months, Quinn looked his wife in the eyes. The pain and fear in them cut him deeply. The earnest look of concern made his heart ache. After a moment she whispered, "What happened to you?"

Clearing his throat as if giving a presentation, Quinn returned his eyes full front and began to explain. "It was a simple bar room brawl, my lord. The other fellow simply had a few friends there. It was six on one and I gave much better than I got. The only reason I showed up the way I did was because the sixth fellow was a Sith Acolyte."

Kessar stood opened mouthed for several moments before spluttering, "You started a fight with a Sith Acolyte and five other men? What the kriffing hell were you thinking?"

Quinn raised one hand in protest, "I never said I started the fight, my lord. It just happened as the result of too many drinks."

"How much did you drink?"

"Not me, my lord. They were getting a little too free with one of the other patrons and I put a stop to it. They ambushed me later."

"Where was your blaster, Quinn?"

Quinn paused for a moment before replying simply, "I loaned it out to Vette, the patron who was being harassed."

Lord Kessar's full dark lips formed and 'O' as she nodded her head. She was surprised at Quinn. He had never really got on too well with Vette. "Why wouldn't you let Pierce help you…" She didn't even finish the question. It was a stupid one and she cleared her throat. After a moment she looked at him and said, "You will not intentionally engage in activity for the purpose of ending your life. Do you understand?"

"I understand perfectly my Lord."

Kessar narrowed her eyes and walked up to him. "Look. At. Me." she whispered. He looked down again. Only then did she see the brokenness in his eyes. "What happened to you, Malavai?"

Malavai maintained eye contact for several moments before looking up. "After my great blunder over Correllia, I knew that it would be some time before things were anywhere near back to the way they had been before. It was only the other night that I truly understood; Things would never be the same again. I thought I could live with that so long as I stayed in your service, my Lord. But now I see clearly. I can never go back. My devotion is to you and only you over all else until the very end. I pray that end will come quickly. I can't bear to live like this anymore. I can't live knowing that you are taking other lovers and I must stand aside but I have found that I am too much of a coward to end my own life. The only thing left for me to do is to bring death on myself. I can't do this in battle lest I bring death on a comrade. Times where we are not fighting for our lives seem to be my only option now."

Silence followed his narrative. Kessar sat heavily on her bed. "You are trying to kill yourself because of what happened on Correllia."

He didn't reply. His face remained completely dispassionate. After several minutes of silence, she asked. "That's it, then. You came to this conclusion and you're going to try and commit suicide by proxy."

Finally, something in Quinn shifted, or maybe broke, and he looked beseeching at his wife. "What else would you have me do, my lord? I cannot stay in this situation knowing that THAT THUG will be with you."

She stood and shouted, "Get angry then. Yell! Scream! Actually lose your force-forsaken military composure for a single force-forsaken minute. Anything! Killing yourself is not an option, do you hear me?"

His face softened. "I don't have the right to be angry about this, my lord. I betrayed you over Correllia. I have no one to blame but myself."

He strode over to her bedside table and picked up one of her twin lightsabers. Returning to her, he handed her the weapon and whispered, "You cannot allow such insubordination to stand on your ship. I disobeyed a direct order from the Wrath of the Empire and must therefore be punished just as any other person would be."

After a moment of silence and utter stillness, Quinn whispered, "My Lord, you would be doing me a favor. My life was over the day that I betrayed you. There is nothing left for me."

She took the weapon and he fell to his knees, his hands on his hips and his eyes closed. There was a snap-hiss as the weapon activated and a red glow permeated Lord Kessar's quarters. For Quinn, relief was in sight but Lord Kessar was in utter turmoil. Her emotions were a storm she couldn't control no matter what exercises she attempted. Love, resentment, anger and pain swirled within. She could kill him and her problems would go away, all but the one where she would be broken again and this time, beyond repair. She could let him live and thrash him again and solve absolutely nothing. She could forgive him and beg him to forgive her, whether he believed there is something to forgive or not.

Quinn heard the swish as the blade was raised. She had made her decision and he would be dead soon. All the pain would be gone. All she needed to do was bring the blade down. Suddenly, the humming stopped and the blade retracted. The sound of something hitting the ground in front of him caused him to open his eyes. Lord Kessar was kneeling before him, her hands over her red face. Her entire body rocked as she sobbed. Seeing her like this, Quinn finally lost his military bearing. He wrapped his arms around her, tears running down his own handsome face. As she cried, Quinn heard her whispering something, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

She never ceased to amaze him. This woman had slaughtered hundreds if not thousands. She had killed in duels, in battle and in cold blood and never even given him the idea that she was willing to or capable of apologizing for anything. "Please, Malavai, please forgive me."

"There is nothing to forgive, Gira. I should be begging you for forgiveness. I should have every time I was before you since Correllia."

"I wanted to hurt you, Malavai. That's why I did it. That's why I slept with Pierce. I am so, so sorry my love."

He held her, shushing her quietly as he ran a hand through her long black hair. He pushed her back and pulled her hands down off of her face. "Look at me, wife."

It had been so long since she heard him call her that. She looked up into his bright blue eyes. "I forgive you, Gira. I forgive you now and forever."

Tears welled up in her eyes and she wrapped her arms around him again. Quinn shifted so that he was sitting and he pulled her into his lap. For a long time, they simply held one another. As his eyes dried and her shuddering sobs subsided, Quinn readied himself to beg for the one thing he never had the courage to ask for. Gently, he set his wife down and moved to a kneeling position, placing his head on the floor. "I beg for your forgiveness, my lord. I know that my actions are worthy of nothing but the most painful death but if I do not gain your forgiveness, I must suffer a far worse punishment: a long and most painful life. I am not a strong enough man for that."

Lord Kessar looked at her beloved husband. He had never asked her for forgiveness, probably knowing that the result would have been anything from being mocked and rejected to being beaten in rage. Now, however, she was all too willing to forgive him. She placed a soft hand on his head and whispered, "Look at me, Malavai."

His head came up and his blue eyes looked pleading. Placing her hands in the hollows behind his jaws and ears, she pulled him into a kiss. This was the first kiss since before Correllia and, for Quinn at least, it was like the first kiss they had ever shared. After what felt like too short a time, she let him go. "I forgive you, Malavai - now and forever."

The relief Quinn felt was palpable. He moved again to a sitting position and Gira sat nestled in his lap again, his arms around her. Unable to help himself do partially to love he felt and partially do to his forced celibacy, Malavai kissed her ear, eliciting a smile from her. Encouraged, he brushed her hair aside and then did it again, nibbling a little as well. She giggled and said, "Stop. There are things we need to do."

"I thought we were on R and R, my Lord. What exactly do we have that needs done?"

He kissed below her ear and worked his way down to her slender neck near the line of her collar. She pushed away with a laugh and jumped up. "Well your were optimizing the ship in the cockpit."

He rose to his feet as well, a small smile on his face. "It's a long process which involves large amounts of time waiting on system diagnostics and downloads. I won't be required to do anything for quite some time."

He easily recognized the hunger in her eyes even as she teased him. "What were you planning on doing during that down time?"

Quinn shrugged, noting that she had been sauntering towards her bed while she had asked. "Getting executed, my lord."

Gira couldn't help herself. She shuddered at the thought of killing him. She recovered and smiled with a sultry smile. "I have a better idea of what we could do. It has been awhile, hasn't it, Hubby?"

At first it had embarrassed him but he had grown to love the pet name. With a smile he took a step toward her. She teasingly took a step back. Confused, Quinn cocked an eye brow. He took another step and so did she. Clasping his hands behind his back, Quinn assessed the situation. The quarters were close but, given the use of the force, she could evade him until she tired of the game. She had never used the force during their times of intimacy before, but that was no guarantee. "Hubby, are you just going to stare at me or are you going to come and get me?"

Her voice was a sultry purr as she ran her hands down her curves tantalizingly before bringing them back up the front of her flat, slightly muscular belly and her ample, unsupported breasts, causing them to bounce and jiggle a little as she released them. He hadn't noticed until then that she wasn't wearing any kind of garment over them beneath her black tank top. "I don't know, my lord. Half the fun is in the anticipation and another good bit of it is in the show." he said with a coy smile of his own. She widened her yellow eyes and said, "Is that so? Well I think the two are tied together. So…"

She slowly took the light robe from her shoulders and allowed it to drop. The skin tight tank top that hugged every single curve and protrusion of her upper body went next – slowly, tantalizingly, she pulled it up and over her head. That's when he moved. In the blink of an eye, Quinn had her wrapped in his arms. The shirt covered her face – and that was it. Surely she had sensed him coming. Whether she had or not, Quinn had her now and he held her arms trapped above and behind her head as he kissed her full lips. She struggled, trying to remove it but he wouldn't let her. She was his captive, blindfolded and her arms were secured. Quinn's low, teasing growl rumbled in her ear. "I have you now."

He lifted her and laid her on the bed, still trapped. With one hand he held her arms over his head. The other he slid from her neck, down her naked chest, tracing circles around each of her nipples and eliciting shutters of anticipation and pleasure. His hand continued down until it slid beneath the cotton pants she was wearing and the undergarment she wore beneath. "You're hands are cold!" she gasped and he slid over her folds. "Are they?" whispered Quinn teasingly as he continued, finding the spot he knew from past experience would give her the most pleasure. Lord Kessar gasped as his index finger stroked it lightly. She writhed slightly, trying to pull her arms free. He held her firm. Compounding on all that she was feeling, he chuckled and moved his lips and tongue down her chest, starting from her neck and collar bones and working his way down. His lips closed over each nipple, kissing, licking and nibbling on them gently yet firmly. Kessar gasped each time she felt his lips on her. As he went back and forth for no longer than a couple seconds apiece and worked with his other hand down below, she became desperate. "Malavai you have to let me up."

He chuckled again, "Why, my lord? You're not enjoying this?"

"Of kriffing course I'm enjoying this!" she moaned. "But I need you. I need YOU inside me. NOW!"

Quinn knew he had control. He knew this because he held arguably the most powerful woman in the galaxy down, her shirt trapping her face and arms while his other hand teased her beneath her pants and he used his mouth to pleasure her full breasts and stiffened nipples – and she was suffering all of it without resistance. Finally, he let her up. Quickly as possible, she ripped off her shirt and then her pants and undergarment before literally attacking her husband's uniform. She used the force to unfasten every button, buckle and clasp before removing them with desperate speed. Quinn let it happen, moving only where she moved him until they both stood naked, their bodies pressed together as they kissed. Gira Kessar was ravenous as she kissed his lips, his face, his neck and his chest while one hand held her to him around the waste and the other began to stroke his length below. He held out as long as he could before lifting his wife's legs around his waist and dropping her on the bed with an umph. He allowed himself to hover between her legs, continuing to kiss her while one of his hands tweaked her nipple gently, eliciting a surprised gasp. She grew tired of waiting. Grabbing his length, she pulled gently but firmly until he was right at her entrance. He waited right there until she groaned in near frustration. "Something wrong, my Lord?"

Quinn was smiling smugly, the insufferable bastard. "Captain Grade II Malavai Quinn, get in there and pound me or so help me…"

Quinn cut her off by doing exactly that, driving himself home and filling her completely. She inhaled sharply and held that breath until he pulled out slightly and drove home again. She exhaled with a cry, inhaled again and gasped out. Again and again he did this until she decided that perhaps it was her turn to have a little control. Locking his arms down, Kessar threw her hips sideways and rolled on top of Quinn. From there, she began to move up and down at a prodigious pace, moaning as she did. Quinn's hands grasped her hips and helped her along. They moaned and cried in unison as the pressure within intensified. Finally, after Quinn had reached up and caressed her breasts in that way which drove her crazy, Gira fell forward with a barely contained scream of pleasure. She buried her face in his chest. Quinn was still twitching inside her. His face looked both shocked and utterly content at the same time. He held his beloved wife close with satisfaction. When they were both finished twitching, she removed herself from on top of him and pulled the blankets over them both. They both lay there, breathing heavily. Finally, Gira snuggled close to him, happier than she had been in months. "I love you, Hubby." She whispered tenderly. He kissed her on her dark red brow and replied softly, "I love you, beloved wife."

Pierce flicked his nicotine stick filter away and turned, heading back up the ramp. He was slightly disgruntled now. It didn't feel great to have been dragged in the middle of a marital problem between a Sith Lord and a Captain no matter how great the sex was or how much he despised the captain. With an unsatisfied sigh, he strode up the ramp. Suddenly, his head smashed against the side of the bulkhead and he saw stars. Spinning around and flailing on instinct, he tried to connect with whoever attacked him but he missed. A fist smashed into his jaw and another hit the soft spot beneath his breast bone, driving the air completely from his lungs. Last of all, a foot slammed into the side of his head. He lay there, flat out on his back, barely conscious. A booted foot landed on his chest and his vision cleared enough to see the glowering face of Captain Malavai Quinn. "Hello Lieutenant. I feel the need to explain something to you so bear with me."

Quinn leaned down and looked the lieutenant in the eyes. "You will not sleep with my wife. If I ever find out that this happens again, you will be dead before you can finish your post-sex nicotine stick. Am. I. Clear?"

Pierce couldn't do anything. His ears were still ringing, he was seeing the captain through stars and mist and he still couldn't breathe. Straightening up, Quinn stepped off and turned as if to walk away before rounding and kicking the larger main squarely in the groin. Pierces eyes went wide and crossed and he rolled over and vomited with the pain. Quinn walked away with a smug swagger – back to his wife's quarters. Inside, she was dressed in a simple set of Sith robes and pulling her hair back into a pony tail. "Everything alright, Malavai?" She asked. Quinn allowed himself a self-satisfied smile as he answered, "Just clearing something up with the Lieutenant."

"Uh-huh." She said. "Is he alive and fit to fight if the need were to arise?"
Quinn laughed. He actually laughed at that. He walked over and kissed his wife on the cheek. "Yes, my love. He will make a complete recovery."

Updated May 22, 2016