A/N: Word Count: 2508
Rated E for sexual content

Hunt Log: Side Notes and Journals
Fourth Sighting: Taris

There are a lot of things I never knew about Torian Cadera. Mostly because I never asked. What did it matter to me that he was the bastard son of a traitor? Except it did, but not for the same reason as the rest of the people he associated with. When Wanda told me that Torian was on Taris is kill his father, I was appalled.

It took a long time to piece together the entire story. Only then did I realize that all Torian wanted was to restore his family's honor. Jicoln had destroyed his clan, scattered them across the stars. While I could never fully understand it, I knew what that meant to a Mandalorian. When I heard from Mako that Torian had joined their crew, I made sure to put myself in his path. Traitor or no, the man had just killed his father. Surely, he could use a friendly ear, and I owed him for the mysterious sum of credits I received a month after that drink on Nar Shaddaa. The perfect price for three loads of Adegan eels.

"Congratulations, Cadera." Sadio had been sitting on the bar stool so long that her ass had gone numb. She figured the Mandalorian would venture into the rundown cantina one more time with his buddies before flying away with Wanda and crew, but damn, did he have to take his time?

Torian shifted his gaze, then looked at the wall directly in front of him. "Captain Edan."

Ouch, Sadio thought. Not that she hadn't expected some hostility. Life was complicated, and Torian flustered her, so she'd dragged her feet making contact. By the time Sadio had tried the frequency he'd left her, it was too late. That had been almost a month ago. No doubt the Mandalorian assumed that she simply wasn't interested. Or worse, that she'd somehow used him.

"Okay, I deserved that." Sadio slid a credit chip across the counter and tapped it to draw Torian's attention. "Can I buy you a drink this time?"

Torian looked at the credits, then Sadio. The smuggler tried not to flush under the weight of his gaze. "No makeup?" That served to break Sadio's resolve, and she looked away.

Sadio had chosen to forego her disguise today. The charcoal made her eyes an unnerving shade of gold, skin more sallow. She wore it like armor against people a lot nastier than her and as a tactic to keep clients off balance during negotiations. Today, however, she wanted Torian to see her for who she really was. Maybe that had been foolish.

After a long moment, Torian cleared his throat. "What brings you here?" A muscle worked in his jaw when Sadio met his eyes, though she wasn't sure about its cause.

Sadio paused to consider her answer. She'd fabricated a convincing lie, but it felt wrong to play it now. Damn, this boy had really gotten under her skin. As a show of good faith, Sadio steadied her nerves before offering the truth. "Wanda told me about you joining her crew, and I was in the neighborhood." Torian's beautiful, blue eyes bored into Sadio, and it took everything she had not to fidget. "And, I wanted to give you these."

Torian glanced at the piece of flimsi that Sadio slid toward him. "Those are my main three frequencies. If I don't answer one of them, then I'm either dead, or out of reach."

"Noted," Torian answered. His hand hovered over the paper for a second before folding it to tuck in one of the pockets on his belt. At least now, Sadio would know whether or not the Mandalorian had any more interest in her. He'd either call, or he wouldn't.

Relieved that the most awkward part was over, Sadio signaled the barkeep. "How about that stuff from the back room, Barel. Not this watered down shit." The heavyset man chuckled and vanished into the back room. Sadio caught Torian's surprised expression and laughed. "I deliver. He knows how to keep me happy to make sure it arrives on time."

With a conspiratorial wink, Sadio paid the owner of the cantina and lifted her mug to Torian in salute. When he mimicked it, Sadio took a deep pull, then smacked her lips. "So, think Clan Ordo's going to miss you?"

"Corridan says that he'll keep my cot warm," Torian answered with an expression of mixed amusement and horror. It did interesting things to the decorative scars on his cheekbones. Sadio decided not to ask for clarification, though she had a few ideas of how the young Mandalorian planned to do that.

Deciding that there wouldn't be a better time than now, Sadio set her mug down. "I'm sorry that it took me so long to contact you. I did try, but it was already too late." Torian's brows furrowed, and Sadio swallowed. "I'd like to make it up to you."

"That so," Torian asked with a hint of a smirk. He turned on the barstool to face Sadio with one elbow propped on the counter.

Taking that as an invitation, Sadio drained her mug and matched his expression. She met him halfway, inching her knees between his until they were dangerously close to his crotch. "When do you leave?"

Torian stared at the hand Sadio placed on his thigh. "Tomorrow morning." His eyes darkened when they found hers again. "Have something in mind?"

Dropping a couple of credit chips on the counter, Sadio bumped Torian's leg with hers. "I thought I might send you off properly." She slid from the stool to stand between his knees and dropped her voice to a whisper. "In true, Mandalorian fashion."

Torian reached for his mug, tipped it back, then set it carefully on the counter. His smirk never wavered, and Sadio hated to admit how much that air of casual consideration turned her on. Finally, his hand settled on her hip. "I'm all yours."

All the way to her ship, Sadio caught glimpses of Torian checking out her ass. It was good that he appreciated it, because a robust back end was something Sadio had in spades. She shooed the little droids away as they pushed open the airlock, then pointed a finger at Phil. "Torian is a guest. Behave."

The small, red defender droid lowered clawed hands and gave a shrill whistle. "Don't think he likes me." Torian held his hands up when the knee-high droid charged him.

Sadio chuckled and secured the door, effectively sealing them in the ship. "Don't mind Phil, he's just a little territorial."

Taking Torian by the hand, Sadio gave him the speed tour of whatever amenities happened to be between the hatch and her bedroom. As expected, Phil dogged their heels, jabbing at Torian's ankles from time to time. Sadio snapped the door shut before the droid could scuttle into her room with them, then sighed when he continued his tirade outside.

When Sadio turned to apologize, Torian wore an open grin. Leave it to a Mandalorian to find her overly aggressive droid entertaining. "He'll shut up in a minute."

"Don't care." Torian closed the space between them to pin Sadio to the wall. His kiss was hungry and aggressive, but not violent. Sadio wrapped her arms around Torian's neck, meeting him stroke for stroke as their tongues danced to the rhythm of their heartbeats.

Sadio's fingers raked through Torian's hair, and he growled into her mouth. He pulled away, chest heaving, and reached for the fasteners on his chest plate. "Help me get this armor off."

Sadio obliged with a shaky laugh. She watched Torian release the seals on one side, marking how they separated, then followed suit on the other. Between the two of them, Torian's beskar thumped to the floor in record time, leaving him in the skin tight underarmor that did little to hide his arousal. "Looks like armor's not the only thing we need to shed."

When Sadio reached for the snaps of her vest, Torian pulled her hands away. "Let me," he said, his voice rougher than before. Torian took great care with her attire, removing each article with painstaking slowness. Sadio shuttered when his fingers released her belt and unfastened her pants. The weight of the former landing on the floor with a decidedly metallic ring. Torian spared it a curious glance.

"Droid parts, mostly," Sadio laughed. "A few tools and bandaids for the ship. Standard stuff."

"Right," Torian answered with a husky laugh. "Standard stuff." Sadio forgot her smart assed reply when his hands cupped her ass to drag her against him for another thorough kiss. With his body flush with hers, there was little doubt as to his physical prowess, and she desperately wanted to get him out of that suit.

Running her hands over Torian's muscled back, Sadio almost whimpered when his erection rubbed against her hip bone. One hand slid up her spine to the clasps of her bra, and Sadio did moan when it sprang open. Torian huffed a light laugh.

"Hey," Sadio protested, pulling back enough to pop his chest. "You have no idea how annoying these are." Sadio palmed her breasts, hefting their weight, and nearly laughed at the lustful way Torian licked his lips.

"I think they're perfect," Torian breathed, gently nudging Sadio's hands out of the way to replace with his own. She had to admit, it felt a lot better when he touched them, and when he dipped his head to flick her nipple with his tongue, Sadio was lost. He took his time, then moved to the other. When Torian lifted his head again, it was with a serious nod. "Best I've ever seen."

Sadio couldn't saw why those words affected her, but before she could think better of it, she spun them to slam Torian's back against the bulkhead. Pressing her now naked body to his, Sadio decided that it was time to level the field. She reached between them to fondle Torian through his pants.

"Har'chaak," Torian cursed when Sadio gave an experimental squeeze. She nipped down his throat, letting her tongue tease while her hand massaged, before finally tugging the clothing down his legs.

Torian's hands settled on Sadio's hips again, watching as she splayed her fingers over his stomach beneath the shirt and slowly worked the garment higher. With a growl of frustration, Torian pushed her away, yanked the shirt over his head, then snatched her back to him. Sadio gave a breathless laugh when they collided and tipped her head to offer better access to the sensitive skin of her neck.

"Bed," Torian all but growled, working Sadio backwards. His fingers settled at the base of her skull, toying with the short hairs there while he continued to ravage her mouth. When Sadio's calves touched the bed frame, she let herself fall backwards. She sprawled across the bed, knees bent in invitation, while Torian stared down at her.

"Going to admire the view all day, or are you planning to join me." Sadio wiggled her hips, opening and closing her legs in a teasing manner.

Torian placed one knee on the mattress between hers. "Tough call." Sadio felt a warmth spread through her that had more she knew was more than lust. But, as Torian lowered himself between her legs, that carnal need won out again.

While Torian supported his weight on his arms, Sadio closed her eyes to enjoy the warmth of his body pressing down. Her fingers wrapped around his biceps, feeling the way the muscles moved when he did. Torian pushed forward slowly, carefully, until Sadio thought she'd burst into a million pieces. He didn't lower his weight until he was fully rooted, and Sadio released the breath she hadn't realized that she held.

Torian offered a low chuckle that sounded every bit as thunderstruck as Sadio felt. "Want me to stop?"

"Don't you dare," Sadio growled, nipping playfully at his shoulder.

They moved slowly at first, testing each others stamina, finding the right rhythm. While she appreciated Torian's consideration, Sadio quickly grew more demanding. Wrapping an arm and leg around his, Sadio flipped Torian onto his back so that she could take charge.

Torian gasped, then laughed. "Knew you were strong." His hands settled on Sadio's thighs, eyes shining with life. "Show me what you want."

Sadio repaid Torian with long, slow strokes that let her feel the full effects of his arousal. His fingers pressed harder into her thighs on a particular movement, and Sadio almost laughed when he cursed and threw his head back. She loved exploring his reactions, and found that the man had seemingly unending stamina. Apart from a sharp gasp or groan, none of her tricks appeared to diminish his control.

Torian let out a ragged breath when Sadio slowed her pace enough to let his bunched muscles relax. The man's husky laughter sent a jolt up her spine. When Torian reached for her, his fingers slid through the short strands of her hair to pull Sadio into a passionate kiss.

Sadio hadn't been particularly close to climax, she'd felt it coming on a couple of times and stalled to make their lovemaking last longer. But, when Torian thrust his hips up and did whatever that was with his tongue, Sadio's world exploded in deafening color. She grit her teeth against the intensity of her orgasm and ground her hips against his. Sadio was vaguely aware of the way Torian's breathing hitched, but she didn't realize that he'd come too until the Mandalorian flopped back onto her pillow.

With her body still tingly, Sadio draped herself over Torian. He rubbed a hand down her back while taking deep breaths. Eventually, they had to clean up, though. Sadio rolled to the side with a contented sigh, fully expecting Torian to gather his gear and leave. She'd lay in bed and purr like a baby manka for a while before guilt settled in. So, it was a surprise when the mattress dipped again.

"Got you a towel from the 'fresher," Torain said as he slid back onto the bed, still completely nude. Sadio blinked from under the arm she'd draped over her face, and his features turned stoic. "Would you rather I left?"

"No," Sadio answered too quickly, and Torian smirked. Ignoring the way her face heated, Sadio shrugged. "Stay as long as you like." Forever, even. Sadio had to stop herself from snorting. That was a dangerous thought, and while Mandalorians might play outside of their clan, they rarely settled with aruetii.

After tidying up, Sadio snuggled into Torian side while his fingers danced through the spiky ends of her hair. It was such an odd, domestic moment, but she didn't hate it. She'd enjoy his warmth for now, then go on with life as usual. That thought pained her more than she'd like to admit, but in the end, they were from two different worlds.