Author's Note: At the request of one very nice Guest reviewer, a bit of fluff. This takes place during S1E2 Fighter Flight, in which Hera sends Zeb and Ezra on a wild Meilooron hunt, Sabine gets inspired, and a (very important) Tie Fighter gets stolen. But between all that, Hera and Kanan have a rare moment alone. Hope you enjoy. –Em
If Hugs Were Kisses
Chapter 2: Kanan and Hera
Hera walked into the empty common room and stood for a moment with her eyes closed. Silence. She sighed contentedly. It had been a rare thing since Ezra joined their motley crew, not that they were very quiet to begin with. But before that, before Kanan, and Zeb, and Sabine….There had been a time when the Ghost lived up to her name—the quiet dusty atmosphere and vacant bunks promising a restless night jumping at strange noises and the inescapable smell of dust. Hera looked around at the vivacious colors that bled onto every surface, the pile of dishes from breakfast, and the worn seats of the galley table. The Ghost finally felt like a home, with all the warmth that family brought to it. She crossed the room to the cockpit door.
Hera smiled when she saw the person she was looking for sitting at the hollonet terminal with his back to her. She quietly crossed the deck, knowing there was no chance he hadn't sensed her. She smirked, that doesn't mean I can't surprise him. She waited until she was right behind his chair. She leaned down and pressed a warm kiss to the side of his neck. Her small, nimble hands slid over his shoulders and down his chest lightly.
Kanan gasped and jerked back in his seat, vainly trying to avoid her creeping hands.
"Hello Dear," Hera whispered against his neck, knowing how the soft breath of her voice would make the wet kiss cold on his skin. Kanan shivered and swallowed.
"Hera!" He said meaningfully, keeping his voice low. He was always sensitive about touching in public, and even more so when Ezra was around. The Jedi disapproval of attachments was deeply ingrained and hard to break free of, even after a decade and a half.
"Relax," Hera said soothingly, her hands still roaming freely across his chest. "I heard Chopper complaining as he went out and Sabine is inspired, she won't be paying attention to anything for a while. You know how she gets." She nibbled his ear lightly and used one hand to drape a lek across his shoulders. The sinuous part of her body twitched and clung to his neck, invitingly warm. Hera smiled at the feeling of his course hair scratching against the sensitive appendage; it was alien, yet exhilarating at the same time. She happily went back to kissing a line from his ear to his collar, pulling his shirt farther down to expose more warm, tan skin. To her joy it elicited a sigh, that sounded deceptively like a moan, from Kanan, and he tilted his head to give her better access.
"Is this why you sent the boys out looking for…" He trailed off as her fingers skimmed farther down over his abdomen.
"Maybe partly," she whispered in his ear, cursing the chair back between them. "We haven't had a lot of time alone together recently."
"I had noticed," he assured her, turning to look into her eyes. He leaned back and Hera stood on her toes to kiss his lips gently once, then again more passionately. Kanan growled a moan against her mouth, and she could almost feel his resistance snapping.
"Karabast," his hissed. He pulled away only to twist around and meet her lips again as he stood. She felt his hands grasp her waist firmly, and he dragged Hera toward him, turning the tides on her. He stood over her, passionately returning her kisses. One of his hands roamed up her back while the other slid lower, feeling the curves of her body through her bulky flightsuit. Hera silently cheered her own victory.
"WhaaaWaampaWahWahrrr!" Choppers unmistakable, indignant grumblings grew louder as he rolled through the Ghost toward the cockpit.
Hera groaned and leaned limply against Kanan. He pulled away with a deep, heavy sigh. He stepped away but his hands were reluctant to let her go, and without his support she slumped dejectedly against Sabine's chair.
Chopper rolled into the cockpit with loud, angry demands, spinning and waving his manipulator arms, insisting Kanan had made a deal with him.
Hera turned to Kanan with a look that said "why in the nine hells of Correlia did you do that?"
Kanan closed his eyes in defeat and ran a hand down his face. "I did say I would play dejarik with you if you replaced the port sensor array," Kanan admitted.
"I asked you to do that," Hera said with narrowed eyes. Kanan leaned away as if physical distance might shield him from her displeasure.
"Well, it… got done, didn't it?" He stumbled to find an answer. From her look it was clear she was less than satisfied. Kanan sighed, knowing he'd pay for it later.
"Come on, Chop." He patted the foul tempered, intruding droid on his top and shuffled after him back into the common room. Hera glared at his back until they were gone, then her lips thinned into an excited smirk. Kanan may have spoiled her fun this time, but she had lots of ideas how he could make it up to her… if they ever managed to get more than a moment alone that is.
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Author's Note: Haha! Oh the joys of children! Anyway. I'm thinking of writing an alternate 'how the Ghost crew got together' fic. Any interest? (There would of course be lots of Kanan/Hera… Kanera?) or if there are any other moments you think I could embelish drop me a review. Hope you enjoyed it. -Em
