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D364/1 BBY

Hera hovered the Ghost above the ground so she could see her family as they waved goodbye. Even Chopper was waving one of his little manipulators. Hera and Kanan waved back as her heart filled with love at her perfectly unconventional family.

With divided feelings, Hera pivoted the Ghost on the spot and took off for the upper atmosphere of Yavin IV. She was overjoyed to be getting away from the war with Kanan for some precious alone time, but she had her usual anxious reservations about leaving the kids behind to fend for themselves. She pushed those to the back of her mind, determined not to let anything spoil this moment. "So, where do you want to go for our honeymoon?" she asked Kanan.

Kanan shrugged. "I honestly never thought that far. Anywhere is fine with me. Where do you want to go?"

Hera gave a little laugh. "I never thought that far either. I don't care where we end up as long as it comes with peace and quiet and I'm with you."

Kanan looked at the shining Hera shaped Force signature that was his wife. She reminded him of a star in the Force, with how brightly she shone. That gave him an idea, but he was afraid she might think it was stupid. "This may be a silly idea, but what if we didn't actually leave the ship? How about we find a quiet corner of space with a view? Like the imploded star cluster near Lira San?"

Hera looked at Kanan with amazement. "Kanan, love, that is an excellent idea. For what I have in mind, we don't need a fancy resort planet anyway." Her eyes twinkled at him as he sucked in a breath and gave her a blind look that spoke volumes. Turning back to the controls, she set the hyperdrive coordinates to take them to the star cluster.

As soon as the flashing stars of lightspeed illuminated the bridge, she jumped up from her chair. Pulling a grinning Kanan out of his, Hera raised her chin up as he lowered his head down to hers. Their lips met in a long, loving kiss. Without taking his mouth off hers, Kanan picked Hera up in his arms. She gave a surprised squeak before wrapping her arms around his neck and smiling against his mouth. As he carried her to their cabin, she ran her fingers through his collar length hair as best as she could, still frustrated by how long it was taking to grow back. She missed the feeling of being able to bury her hands in his hair. It was such a unique sensation to a twi'lek, and she never got tired of it.

Kanan opened the doors with the Force without even really thinking about it. He was entirely focused on the woman in his arms. She was still the most beautiful girl ever, even with his new version of sight. Her heart and kindness shone through even stronger in this version of her. There was just so much to love about her. He gently lowered her to the bunk, then settled himself over her. As he kissed her again, one hand held himself up, the other gently petted her lek causing Hera to shiver in delight.

The honeymoon had definitely begun.

Two hours later, the ship dropped itself out of hyperspace and chimed its arrival at an interstellar crossroads where they needed to switch to a different hyperspace lane. Hera didn't even notice, too lost in the keening pleasure rippling through her as Kanan thrust into her from behind at a lightning fast pace.

But Kanan did, too in tune with the Force to miss such a massive shift in what was going on around him. He slowed to a stop, fingers loosening their grip on her shoulders and turning more caressing.

Hera turned her head over her shoulder to gaze at him in confusion as her cherished sensations stopped just as she was about to reach the pinnacle of ecstasy. "Keep going," she said in a warning tone, thinking he might just be messing with her and drawing out her pleasure into something that more resembled torture.

Kanan leaned over her back and whispered in her ear cone, "The ship stopped, darling. We need to set new coordinates."

Hera narrowed her eyes at him. "Kriff the ship, keep going NOW!"

Kanan chuckled huskily and did as ordered. He felt mighty proud of himself that he could actually make Hera swear at her precious ship.

He started up slowly again, staying curled over her back and pressing kisses to her cheek and jaw before trailing his mouth along a lek.

Hera growled and wrapped her lekku around the back of his neck, pinning him down to her. "If you don't get a move on, Kanan Jarrus, I swear I'm going to tie you to something and torture you for hours. And I'll make it so you don't get to come either."

Kanan got impossibly thicker and longer within her depths, thrusting a fraction deeper. "Is that a promise?"

Hera turned her head once more, mashing her mouth to his and thrusting her tongue into his mouth the way she wanted his cock to thrust into her aching channel. She pulled back, panting. "You bet your cute tushy it is, love."

Kanan grinned at her, kissed her back slowly and thoroughly, and then whispered, "Good. I'm looking forward to it." He wrapped his arms around her torso and pulled them both upright so he was kneeling with her in his lap, her lekku trailing down his back and writhing slowly against his skin as she gasped at the change of position and his angle and depth inside her.

"Kanaaaaannnnn," she moaned as he set a terribly slow pace that still managed to hit her hard at her very depths with every thrust. She arched against him, wrapping her hands around his neck backwards so she could get some leverage and join in the rhythmic motions.

Not feeling the need to hold her up anymore, Kanan trailed one hand down to her core and played with her clit while the other moved up a smidge and cupped and fondled her soft, round breasts, the nipples poking out from her extremely aroused state.

In only a minute or two, he felt her clenching around him again, her muscles tightening with increasing tension as her moans grew in volume.

Kanan stopped again and moved his hands back to neutral territory on her stomach and ribs.

Hera pulled his hair, hard, growling once again.

He laughed and kissed the space on the top of her head between where he lekku started. "Sorry, darling. I couldn't help myself. You're just so fun to tease. And you have to know I'm looking forward to your retaliation."

Hera huffed in exasperation, letting go of his neck and rising off of him. She spun on her knees and pushed him backwards and then crawled over him and impaled herself on his length while digging her nails into his thighs to hold him still. "It's my turn to be in control now, my frustrating mate. You had your chance."

"As you wish, my darling Hera." She was deliberately forgetting the four orgasms he'd already given her in the past two hours, but Kanan didn't mind. He linked his hands behind his head and simply enjoyed the show in the Force as her signature went wild above him and he added to the image with memories from before he'd lost his sight.

In his mind, her eyes were closed and her plump lips parted slightly as a flush of pleasure darkened her cheeks to a darker green, making her even more beautiful. Her head was thrown back, but her lekku were over her shoulders, caressing her own breasts which bounced delightfully with every movement she made. Her back was arched, highlighting her taunt stomach muscles, and making it easy for him to watch his cock disappear into her pretty nether lips over and over and over again as she rode him. Her efforts were aided by her hands on his thighs behind her and her strong and shapely legs.

This was probably his favourite memory of her and it continued to live on every time she felt the need to take control of their lovemaking, like she was doing right now. Nothing turned Kanan on more than when she did this and she knew it.

Hera was finally back on the precipice of a long awaited orgasm (or so it felt). She was practically slamming herself down on Kanan now and grinding her clit against his pelvic bone with every mashing of their bodies. She opened her eyes a slit and gazed at her now groaning mate, his hands clenched so tightly behind his head that every muscle and vein in his arms popped out in graphic detail. Stars, that was sexy as hell. "Last chance to come with me before your torture session begins, my naughty mate."

Kanan stared back at her with cloudy, heavy lidded eyes. "Not a problem," he ground out through clenched teeth, his orgasm churning and just waiting to explode as soon as he let it.

"Good," Hera gasped as her eyes closed again and she concentrated on those last few bounces that would send her over the edge.

With a strangled scream, her body clenched impossibly tight and then she shuddered like a leaf in a hurricane as the strongest orgasm she'd had in recent memory hit her full force. Kanan's hot seed shooting up inside her as he groaned out her name and filling her to overflowing just drew it out even longer, their combined juices covering them.

As the tension drained from her body, Hera collapsed forward, snuggling into Kanan's chest as his arms wrapped around her and their joined bodies throbbed with pleasurable aftershocks. Hera kissed his chest and closed her eyes, savouring the moment to the fullest.

Or at least as long as her conscious would let her.

Her ship was sitting at the end of a hyperspace lane with no one at the controls. Theoretically, it was safe enough, but you never knew when some other ship's nav computer would decide to malfunction and ignore the sensor readings and possibly crash right into them. (This actually had happened, so she wasn't being ridiculous.)

Hera was already regretting not bringing Chopper. What had she been thinking?

With a muffled grumble, she extracted herself from Kanan, their sweat glued skin reluctant to part every bit as much as their arms were unwilling to let go. Then she rolled off the bed and stalked to the bridge butt naked, grumbling to herself the whole way.

Kanan smiled to himself as he heaved himself off the bed as well, but turned down the hallway in the other direction, aiming for the refresher.

Five minutes later, the ship was once again in hyperspace and Hera was searching for her mate. Her sensitive hearing soon picked up the sound of the shower running. Her lips quirked in a satisfied smile, thinking that location would work just fine. She made a quick backtrack to her room and grabbed a thin silk scarf from her closet and then aimed her feet for the refresher.

Kanan sensed Hera's approach and grinned as he felt the sense of purpose in her signature. Excellent. She was keeping her word on vowing to drive him insane. Kanan looked forward to it with every atom of his being. To have her undivided attention on him as she caressed, kissed, stroked, tongued, nipped, and sucked on every millimetre of his skin was the best form of bliss he could think of. And if he was really lucky, she'd wind her lekku around him too. There wasn't a more illicit guilty pleasure in the galaxy than having her lekku give him a headtail job.

Hera opened the shower door and joined Kanan in the small space, closing the door behind her and keeping the heat and steam in. "Are you ready for this, love?" she said in a throaty voice that brought his already half hard cock to full life in an instant as she pressed her chest against his and rubbed her breasts against him.

Kanan swallowed a groan, grabbed her around the hips, pressing her close, and kissed the very breath right out of her as the warm water cascaded over them. Then he let her go and held out his hands to be tied. "Now I am."

"Good boy," Hera purred as she tied the scarf around his wrists loosely.

Kanan backed up a step and raised his arms, hooking the scarf over the shower head of his own accord, giving the illusion of being tied up. "Do your worst, my darling wife," he said, a grin playing with his lips, ecstatic to finally be able to call her that. (He'd already used the title at least ten times.)

Hera smirked, eyeballing the truly delicious sight he made like that; muscles in stark relief, handsome face freshly shaven and dripping beads of water onto his chest from his defined jawline, and his lovely big cock twitching in anticipation. She trailed one hand up his chest and the other down his abs as she plastered herself to his side. "I fully intend to, my dear husband," she breathed in his ear, feeling him shiver in delight.

Kanan smiled as her mouth began the 'torture'.

After the Ghost had disappeared from sight, the remaining Spectres looked at each other with a 'what now?' look. Ezra cleared his throat. "Umm, well, I guess this is where Sabine and I disappear too. It's time to break the news to her parents. Wish me luck."

Zeb laughed at him, and then slapped him on the back. "Good luck, kid. Try not to get dead."

Ezra rolled his eyes at the familiar line that brought up old memories of when they first met. "Thanks Zeb." Addressing both Zeb and Chopper he said, "You guys stay out of trouble while we're gone."

Now it was Zeb's turn to roll his eyes. "Ha."

Chopper laughed maniacally.

Ezra kicked him. "I mean it Chopper. Behave."

"Don't worry, I'll watch the rust bucket," Zeb said with a warning glare at said rust bucket.

Chopper laughed at Zeb, zapped him, and rolled off beeping, "In your dreams, meatbag."

Zeb swore at Chopper and took off after him, threatening death to the droid.

Ezra and Sabine looked at each other and laughed. "Some things will never change," Sabine said with a rueful shake of her head. "Shall we go? We only have two days leave. I'm sure we'll need every minute of it."

Ezra smiled reassuringly at her as they walked into the Gauntlet. "Relax. Everything will be fine," he said as he closed the ramp behind them.

"I hope you're right," Sabine said, but not believing it. "Just remember to look as strong and confident as possible. Mandalorians have no respect for the weak."

"Come on. Don't I look strong? I'm sure I'm bigger than the last time I saw your parents. And confidence is never an issue." Ezra gave her a cocky smirk and a wink.

Sabine punched him in the arm. "You can be such a conceited ass sometimes." Then she looked him up and down, liking what she saw. "Although... I do have to admit, you are growing an impressive set of muscles now that you're finally done growing taller. At least, I hope you're done growing taller. I already have to stand on my toes to kiss you."

Ezra grinned in amusement. "Hey, it's not my fault you're a shrimp," he said teasingly, knowing he was taking his life in his hands to do so. Then he took off running around the ship, looking forward to however she was going to make him pay for that comment, his laughter trailing behind him.

Sabine growled in semi mock anger, and then giggled to herself as she chased him. "You're going to regret saying that, Ezra Bridger!" She came to an intersection and slid to a stop, head swivelling back and forth as she tried to guess which way he'd gone. To the bridge? The cabins? Into one of the wing sections?

"I bet you can't find me," Ezra's voice echoed playfully down the long hallway that led to the left wing.

Sabine huffed and rolled her eyes as she bolted down the hallway. Of course he would choose a wing. They were a maze of access shafts and narrow tunnels with not a single decent hallway to be found; a perfect hiding place for a lothrat.

She stopped at the open access hatch, a new thought forming. What if this was a trick and she ended up crawling all over the wing for nothing? She stuck her head in, peering up the ladder built into the small tunnel. "You better be in here, Ezra," she said in a warning tone.

Laughter echoed up the tunnel from below her, bringing a smile back to her face. She scrambled into the tunnel and monkeyed down the rungs towards the big engine compartment at the bottom of the currently upright wing. She jumped down the last few rungs and eyeballed the organized chaos of the left engine and all the other miscellaneous parts housed down here that made the ship fly. There were plenty of places to hide. She started wandering around on silent feet, squeezing past various components, trying not to make a sound.

Ezra watched her creep under him from his hiding spot braced near the ceiling between two computer towers, barely holding in the urge to snicker. As soon as she was out of sight, he dropped down to the floor soundlessly and backtracked back to the ladder and scrambled up it in a blur of speed.

Sabine looked around the entire engine compartment twice before she realized she'd been had. Groaning to herself, she climbed back up the ladder and closed the access hatch with a haughty twirl of the latch. If he was still in there, it served him right. She wasn't going to win this game, not on his terms. The sneaky Jedi rat was way too good at hiding. Rather than spending more time playing by his rules, she would play by hers.

Sabine strode for the bridge and plunked herself down into the pilot's chair and started flicking switches to warm up the ship. Pushing a button, she talked into the ship's comm, her voice echoing with extra sweetness through the entire ship. "You have until I jump the ship to hyperspace to get your fine shebs into the bridge with me, Ez'ika, or I swear you're sleeping on your own for the next month."

Ezra's eyes widened in horror and he scrambled out of his new hiding spot in the closet of one of the cabins filled with bunks and literally streaked through the ship as he felt it leave the ground and punch it for space at its top atmospheric speed of 1000/km's per hour. Sabine wasn't messing around. He could only be grateful he wasn't still in a wing right now or he'd be plastered to whatever wall was closest from the pressure. He was also grateful she wasn't pulling a desperate Hera move and jumping straight to hyperspace from the atmosphere. He had a feeling the only thing stopping her was the flack she'd get when people inevitably told Hera and High Command about the dangerous and unnecessary manoeuver.

Ezra opened the bridge door with the Force as he ran towards it and launched himself through the doorway in a headfirst dive just as Sabine was reaching for the lever to jump them to hyperspace. He twisted in the air and landed on his back beside her chair. "I'm here! I'm here!" he panted from the floor, looking up at her.

Sabine glanced down at him, smiled slightly, calmly pulled the lever, and then scooched out of the chair and directly down onto his stomach, sending the air right out of his lungs. "Why?" he whined in a high pitched squeak as he reinflated his lungs.

Sabine grinned and readjusted so she was straddling him and sitting on his thighs. "That was for calling me a shrimp." Then she held up her hands and pulled her gloves off very deliberately one finger at a time as his gorgeous blue eyes widened in comical dismay. She wiggled her now bare fingers at him tauntingly. "And this is for trying to play hide and seek with me."

"No.. ooo... oooo... oooooo," Ezra laughed and wheezed as she attacked his ribs with her deadly fingers and tickled him near to death for endless minutes. "I'm... I'm... Gah... Sor... Sorry," he finally got out.

Sabine stopped and sat up, smirking at him, hands kneading his pecs like a lothcat. "Are you? I don't think you are."

Ezra nodded quickly. "Yes I am. I promise I'll never call you a shrimp again. And we'll only play hide and seek if you want to."

Sabine's smile changed to something else entirely as her eyes half closed and she crawled up a little higher on him and settled her core over his crotch, her hands sliding up to his shoulders and then planting on the floor on either side of his head as she seductively writhed on top of him. "I can think of a much better version of hide and seek to play," she whispered, her mouth only a millimetre from his.

Mini Ezra sprang to life in heartbeat. "Oh Force," he whispered back, staring into her fiery eyes as she ground down on him. He pulled off his own gloves and then reached up and threaded his fingers through her silky hair. "So can I." He tugged her down that last millimetre and dove his tongue into her mouth without any preliminaries and they duelled passionately in the depths of her sweet tasting mouth.

Sabine's hands moved to his head, holding him tightly as she felt the soft, short strands of his hair against her skin. After a minute, she pulled back, eyes glinting teasingly. "Is that your lightsabre or is someone happy to see me?"

Ezra rolled his hips up against her, hands sliding down her back and cupping her luscious butt. "Oh, that's definitely my lightsabre," he said with a smirk.

Sabine raised a brow, rose up higher on her knees, reached down, unclipped a metal cylinder from his belt, stared at it with mock suspicion for a moment, placed it on the chair beside her, then settled back down to her previous location and rubbed back and forth a moment on the rock hard length hidden in his pants. "Oh, yes. This is definitely your lightsabre, Ezra."

"I told you," Ezra said proudly.

"Hmmm," Sabine said, looking pleased. She leaned down again and kissed him slow and very thorough, exploring the depths of his mouth in detail before pulling back and sitting up once again.

Ezra watched in disappointment as she gracefully stood, his hands sliding down her legs as she did so, now looking quite tall as she stared at him with her feet on either side of him. "You're so cute," she purred. Sabine stepped off of him and sauntered towards the door, her hips swaying in an exaggerated fashion as she started pulling armour pieces off and dropping them on the decking as she walked.

Ezra rose to his elbows and gazed at her dumbly, heart pounding in his chest.

Sabine paused in the doorway, bending over and undoing a knee pad, giving him a wonderful view of her rearend in her tight leggings. She rose and half turned back towards him, twirling the pad around her finger by its strap and raised a brow at him. "Are you coming or not? I thought we were playing hide and seek?"

Ezra nodded frantically as he scrambled off the floor, his jacket being unzipped and tossed to the decking by the time he reached the doorway as well as he followed her sultry form with his tongue practically hanging out like a slavering mooka.

By the time they reached their semi luxurious cabin that had the biggest bed by far, they were both stark naked and there was a trail of clothes running down the hallway. Ezra scooped Sabine up and tossed her on the bed. She landed giggling in the center of the soft bed as Ezra immediately followed his own throw, leaping on top of her in a perfectly placed jump. He kissed her neck beside the chain that held his gift as her hands came to a rest on his back then he smiled at her joyfully, eyeballing her perfect athletic form up and down before settling on the apex of her thighs for a pointed moment. "I think I'll start with the seeking part of the game," he said huskily, salivating in anticipation of her taste.

Sabine moved her legs invitingly. "That's the best idea you've had yet, Ezra Bridger."

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