Warning: There will be some adult content in this one. If that is not your thing, please skip!
It's been days since the incident with Moff Broysc and Quinn still found it quite hard to believe that the Moff was truly gone. It all happened so quickly that he hadn't even had time to sit down and let the events sink in. The event had taken over his mind completely and at this point, he was quite glad of the vacation. He probably wouldn't have been able to fully focus and function had he been on duty.
Quinn leaned back in the pilot's chair as he listened to reports of the incidents. His eyes closed as he allowed the reports to relax his excited mind. Their fourteen days of vacation will soon come to an end tomorrow and Quinn had never been more eager to return to work. Most of the two weeks drove him crazy up until the Moff's demise. He couldn't think of a better way to ending his vacation. In a way, Quinn felt as if he was starting over anew. No more past coming to haunt him; there was only the future and it was as bright as the stars.
Thoughts of Xy'liah inevitably entered his head. She was the one he was indebted to. She had allowed for him to pursue this and even pushed him a bit. Her guidance and advice have released his inner being, the one buried deep within him after all those years of languishing.
Before Balmorra, Quinn was the talk of the galaxy. Everyone wanted to be his friend and every Moff wanted him under their command. His works and contributions were heard from every angle of the galaxy. He was destined to become the youngest Moff ever in the history of the Imperial army, bringing in more results than other older men had within their lifetime. But as fate would have it, he was put under charge of one of the most ruthless Moffs in the army, Moff Broysc.
Pretty soon after that, his works and contributions streak came to an abrupt end. His name was fading fast. His advices were overheard and reports were overseen. Quinn thought he had hit rock bottom then. Here he was, filled with so many ideas and dreams in bettering the Empire, only to have them completely ignored by his superior officer. His potential was wasting away under Broysc and year after year, he could see his dreams slipping further and further away from his grasp.
But those dreams returned on Balmorra. Strange how he found his true calling while languishing on Balmorra, something he had thought to be his eternal punishment. In a way, he was thankful to Broysc. Had it not been for the Moff exiling him, he would never have met Xy'liah.
Ah, the Sith Lord. His Sith Lord. His very unusual and strange Sith Lord. Their last encounter entered his mind and he replayed the scene as he had remembered it, ending it with their kiss. It was that kiss that had given him motivation. A good luck kiss, Quinn had called it. He relaxed even further, the voices of the reports now blurred in with the background noises. He longed for that kiss nights aboard the Fury as he lay wide awake on his bunk. Her lips were so soft and delicious and the way her body pressed against his as she pulled him closer to her was intoxicating. He had wanted to lay her upon the conference table and take her right then and there, but his sense of honor and duty talked him out of it.
It was different now. This time, there would be nothing nagging at the back of his mind, nothing to deter his focus. Nothing at all. He felt free from all past obligations. It was a strange feeling, exciting but a bit overwhelming at the same time. He could finally move forward with his life and he intended on making the Sith Lord apart of it.
As if answering his wish, footsteps were heard coming toward the bridge. Quinn sat up and twirled in the chair to face the entrance. His lips smiled when he saw that it was her. She was wearing one of her old Sith's uniforms, black pants and a plain tunic.
Quickly, Quinn stood up as the Sith approached him, "My lord, I'm fielding in reports from across the Imperial forces. Among the men, there is a universal relief that Moff Broysc is no more."
"The rest of the Empire was passive. It sickens me."
"I was guilty of that for a long time. I do not feel conflicted in the least. Not about anything." The Captain let out a deep breath as relief washed over him. It was true. He felt truly free. "Including you."
The Sith gave him an intrigued look as the Captain stepped closer to her, "I've held back long enough. Been too rigid, too inflexible. I won't suppress my feelings and desires any longer."
"You were too slow out of the gate, Quinn. Pursue me if you must."
The Captain furrowed his brows in confusion at the Sith's statement. It had only been a few days. How had she moved on so quickly? Was he wrong in thinking that the kiss meant something? He had felt a certain connection then or was it only one sided? He watched as the Sith waited for his response. She couldn't have forgotten so quickly. No, it was impossible. She was toying with him as she always had.
"Ha, I know you're only testing me," he responded with somewhat of a nervous and hopeful tone.
"Oh really?" said Xy'liah. She sounded quite surprised by his persistent manner. "But how can you be sure?"
"Come with me to my quarters. I'll show you how I feel."
"I'm not going anywhere," she said stubbornly, crossing her arms.
Quinn initially frowned at her response, but for some odd reason her words didn't discourage him as it would have in the past, "Alright then." He moved closer to the Sith Lord, who stepped back at his sudden advances. "I'll just have to show you right here." He gave her a mischievous smile as his hands reached out to cup her face and turned it slightly up toward his.
He could see how speechless she was by all of this and opened her mouth to speak, but Quinn quickly covered it before she had a chance to protest to anything.
The Captain showered her with kisses as he slowly steered her toward the closest wall, trapping her between the cold, hard metal and his body as she had done so many times to him before.
She had her hands against his chest and he felt a slight push, though it was not enough to make him disengage from his present activity. His hands travelled down to her hips and pushed them firmly against the wall as he shifted some of his weight onto her with one leg pushing in between hers. He smiled when he felt a slight moistness from that region.
She was returning the kiss now though it took her awhile and he made sure to slowly savor the moment before moving on.
After a while, his hands moved from her hips to the small, double-knotted cloth belt that tied her tunic together. He quickly untied the belt, sliding his hands inside her tunic. His cold hands came into contact with her waist and he felt her shiver a bit at the touch.
"I've been anticipating this for far too long," he whispered to her, taking a quick minute to catch his breath before continuing.
"Since Balmorra?" she managed to whisper back.
He chuckled a bit at her response and moved to her ear, "Not quite." He playfully bit down on her lobe as the Sith leaned her head to give him better access. Her breathing was becoming heavier now and he felt his length hardening, digging into her thigh, but he had no intention of rushing it. After all, he had waited a very long time for this and he was going to savor every single moment of it.
"You're such a little tease. Nights after your torture, I'd lay awake, just imagining your bare body—" He continued, trailing kisses down her exposed neck as his hands moved apart the tunic, exposing her breasts. He cupped them gently and fondled them with his thumbs twirling around her nipples. "—and how you moan-"
As if on cue, Xy'liah expressed a soft moan of pleasure as a result of the Captain's actions. His trail of kisses had led him to her right breast where he flicked a tongue over the hard nipple, eventually taking it into his mouth. He proceeded to gently suck on it as his tongue continued flicking against the nipple in all directions.
"Yes, just like that." Quinn moved from the right to the left and continued in the same manner as before.
The Sith's arms were loosely draped on his shoulders as her fingers were playing with his hair. She pulled at them a bit as another moan escaped when the Captain lightly bit one of her nipples.
The Captain retraced his path, giving quick kisses along the neck as he reached her face"-and especially the way you look as I'm fucking you…"
The Sith let out a deep breath of excitement at the statement. She grabbed Quinn's collars and roughly pulled him to her as she covered his mouth with hers. The Captain had to brace himself against the wall with his hands in order to keep from falling onto her. He smiled as she deepened the kiss, her tongue meeting his, and at the fact that she had gotten more moist in between her legs than before. Why, she was practically leaking through her pants.
"Does my fantasy excite you, my lord?" he asked playfully, breaking off the kiss. He reached down for her breasts again and covered one of the mounds with his mouth as one hand attended to the other.
She panted, swallowing before she answered, "You talk too much." She was getting impatient; he could feel it. Always rushing through everything, but not today. After enduring all those teasing and flirting, he deserved this.
She moaned softly as he played with her breasts; her hands rested within his hair.
Quinn, slowly, slid his hand from her breast to inside her pants. He quickly brushed against the folds, feeling her juices coating his fingers. He smiled quite proud of himself. She was so wet that it seemed like she was dripping on him. Quinn quickly explored the rest of her region with his fingers before pushing against her nub.
Her moans and cries became a little louder as her breathing became heavier than before. There he stayed, playing with her while his mouth changed from one breast to the next.
"Quinn…" he heard her said during one of her moans. The simple sound of her voice sent a shiver down his spine and throughout his body. He felt his desires increased and he had to fight against the urge to take her right then.
Quinn raised his head from her breasts as his fingers increased their pace. His other hand was still bracing himself against the wall as Xy'liah's hands grasped onto his uniform tightly. He watched her for a bit as she allowed herself to fall deeper and deeper into pleasure, mentally taking note of everything. Her hair, which was usually in its bun, had fallen all over her body due to the constant rubbing against the wall. Her sweats glistened all over her body and her cheeks flushed pink. He decided to experiment a bit, changing his tempo faster and then slower and enjoying the responses that followed.
The Sith slowly opened her eyes and looked up at the Captain through heavy lids, "You're teasing me."
"It's not as bad as what you did, my lord," he said as he lowered one of his fingers and slowly slid it up and inside her.
The Sith tilted her head back and let out a loud cry in response.
Quinn quickly leaned into her ear, "Shhh…we don't want anyone interruptions us again now do we?" And she quieted a bit at his voice as he skillfully began flicking his finger within her.
Quinn watched amused as the Sith did her hardest to remain quiet at his request. Her clutch became tighter and she had even resort to biting her lower lip to keep from crying out as he started moving the finger in and out of her. His eyes constantly shifted from her face to her breasts to the way she held onto to him as his mind tried its' best to preserve the feelings and the sensations of the moment.
When he was satisfied with what he saw, Quinn decided to once again switch it up, adding another finger inside of her as his thumb rubbed against her outside. He pushed off the wall to regain his balance a bit and moved that hand to pull down her pants completely. The Sith eagerly stepped out of it as soon as it the floor. His hand went under her right leg and hooked it underneath, bringing the hand back up against the wall along with her leg.
This tilted her forward a bit and opened her up more, making it easier to play with and enjoy her more. Her arms slid around his neck as she continued to enjoy the sensation, occasionally letting out moans here and there.
Quinn smiled as he continued watching her, enjoying the elicited cries of pleasure. Just exactly how did he manage to get one of the most powerful Sith Lords within the galaxy to be at his mercy? He had her begging for him, crying out for him. This scene, he had told himself long ago, was near impossible, but yet here he was now, watching her as she bucked and writhed with pleasure before him.
When he felt her starting to tremble and her moans becoming louder, he quickened his pace. She was near. He could sense the pressure building up within her. She was going to explode at any second now.
"Quinn!" she cried out in between breaths. Her moans became louder and more consistent and just as she was about to let out a loud cry, Quinn quickly leaned in to kiss her, muffling the sound. She twisted and bucked crazily against him as she came and Quinn intended on drawing out the orgasm as long as he can as his thumb rubbed her.
When she had finished, her arms relaxed their grip around his neck as she tried to catch her breath, "Captain…I never knew you had that in you."
"I'm more than just a by the book, stuffy, boring, anal strategist, fighter, and pilot," he said, quoting Vette's and Xy'liah's earlier statements about him. He withdrew his hand from her.
The Sith looked up at him guiltily, but Quinn gave her a quick kiss, "We're not done yet, my lord."
And at this the Sith looked at him with questioning eyes, "You have more to show me?"
"Much more," he said as he leaned in closer for another kiss.
Her hands cupped his face as they kissed. She heard him unbuckle his pants and the item along with a few others dropped to the floor.
The Captain stroked himself for a bit before guiding the length toward Xy'liah. He teased her for a bit, running his head up and down her womanhood, and then positioning it at the opening. His free hand went to her other thigh and lifted that one off the ground as he slid slowly into her.
She cried out in his mouth and he, himself, groaned as he felt her tight around him. He repositioned them so that her legs were wrapped around his waist and his hands gripping her hips. Then slowly, he started to thrust in and out of her, but had to stop himself shortly after to calm down, his forehead resting against her shoulder.
"Why'd you stop?" she asked, sounding a bit disappointed.
"The sensation is overwhelming. I'll have to take it slow if I have any hopes of lasting awhile."
She waited for him and when he felt ready again, he slowly started, moving in and out of her. He watched her as she moved in sync with his thrusts, bouncing up and down.
"I want to feel your skin against mine," she said as she ripped his uniform open. He allowed her to help him out of it and out of the white undershirt he wore beneath. She tossed it aside and turned toward his defined chest. She ran her fingers over it, tracing the lines that formed ridges along his body. He groaned at her touch and continued his thrusting. She pulled him close, her breasts lightly rubbing against his chest as it bounced up and down. Quinn tightened his grip on her hips. It was all he could do to not explode suddenly within her.
The Sith played with his hair as it was her turn to observe him. Her half opened amber eyes gazed over him as he continued thrusting. She outlined his face, running her fingers alongside it as her eyes shifted to his nose and mouth and then up to his blue eyes. She held his gaze for a minute before letting out a small cry, "Quinn…I'm close again…"
She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation as she neared her peak; her moans became louder once more when Quinn quickened his pace; her fingers dug deep into his back. The louder she got, the faster he went until he felt her spasm all around him. That sensation mixed with her crying out his name was what ended him. He pumped into her faster as he spilled within, letting out a groan as his body trickled with waves of ecstasy.
"I'm glad we got that settled," Quinn said as he reached for his shirt and uniform jacket. He watched as the Sith adjusted her pants and reached for the belt to tie her tunic together. "I'll return to my post now. I hope to see you off duty again soon." The Captain quickly tightened his belt and buttoned up his uniform just as Xy'liah finished tying and adjusting her tunic.
She looked at him nonchalantly, "Perhaps the mood will strike me again."
"Hmm…you switch gears remarkably quickly, my lord." Quinn watched as Xy'liah left the bridge room before sitting down in the pilot's chair. He stretched out his legs and arms before folding them behind his head and leaning back in the chair. He smiled as he looked at the stars before him. Now this was a better way of ending his vacation.