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CHAPTER FORTY Three

It was a subdued team that returned from the massacre and Ana was impatient to get off the ship; they did not need to leave a small team behind to help with the the inhabitants, there were no survivors. As they left the system several Star Destroyers emerged from hyperspace; it was only luck that let them escape.

Ana had not noticed, she was ashamed of how she reacted, felling she hadn't acquitted herself well. She'd broken down, luckily only Wolffe, Gregor and Maya had seen it.

"Sant!" Wolffe's voice rang down the corridor, as she hurried away from him. She slowed to a halt and turned to face him; all she wanted to do, was stand in a hot shower until she felt clean, although she doubted she ever would.

"Command need a report on what you found, at the school. It's for the Rebel leaders and their Senate sympathisers. Something to attack the Emperor with."

Ana felt a stifling heat envelope her and the floor threatened to come up and meet her until Wolfe caught and trapped her against the wall; he loosened her collar and held her upright

"You Okay?" He enquired, his voice had changed, it was lower. He gently brushed a curl away from her eye, as he held her.

She nodded but still felt a little woozy.

"Dizzy?" He asked.

She nodded again, worried that she would empty her stomach again. This was more than embarrassing.

Wolffe held onto her; she was pale, on the verge of fainting. Wolffe understood she was upset on seeing the results of the Empire's Regional Cleansing Programme. It was not a sight anyone would choose to see, and although he and Gregor were used to seeing large numbers of dead, those dead weren't normally innocent younglings.

Gregor was angry and he had left to deal with that anger, as he normally did, by punishing himself in his own way.

Wolffe held her tighter, as she sobbed into his chest, as much as he had imagined this scenario or variations of it, on numerous occasions, it never involved her crying.

"Shh." He tried to comfort her, slowly the sobs ceased.

"I'm sorry." She sniffled, ever since he had first met her, he had been intrigued by her. She didn't look at him with pity in her eyes or, as some women had done in the past, the curiosity of a new toy. He was Rex's brother and friend, and she had accepted him for who he was. He knew then that she was different to the other women the clones had known since leaving the GAR. He disapproved of how Rex had treated her; he had used her and Wolffe had been a party to that. Then she was left here and now she was relying on him. He wanted to help her, comfort her and hold her, to alleviate some of the guilt he felt.

He told himself.

Could she like me?

"I'm sorry." her voice interrupted his thoughts, as her sobs finally subsided; Wolffe was still holding her. She pulled away but held onto his arms and looking into his eyes she continued. "It was the children Wolffe, they were children. I've seen dead bodies before Wolffe, but not like that. The sheer numbers, Wolffe, the …...numbers."

"Come here." Wolffe pulled her to him again and held her close; he felt her relax into him and he savoured it. He relished every moment he was helping her, then he felt her take a deep breath.

"The brutality of it..." She looked up at him, a frown wrinkling her forehead, "They were covered in...blaster burns and another kind of burn. Just as if they had been slashed with a red hot blade; who could do that to a child?"

"Hmm." Wolffe had seen the bodies and he recognised the injuries; he knew that from personal experience, a Light sabre.

"I'll finish that report for you." She whispered into his chest before looking up and pulling away; he wiped the dampness from her cheeks with his thumb, one by one.

"Thank you, Wolffe."

He nodded and straightened up, satisfied that he had done the right thing, by helping her. He would check on her again later but he was satisfied now that she was strong, strong enough to complete the report, anyway.

"Let's get you back to your quarters, you can let me have the report tomorrow".

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"You're playing with fire Ner Vod." Gregor, perspiring heavily, had joined him just as he had left her at her door.

"It was business, Ner Vod."

"Yeah. Business, my shebs." Gregor's bloodied hand was tight on his forearm, as he pulled him to a stop. "You need to keep away from her, you know how Rex can be."

Wolffe stopped dead. "Rex has left her. He's told her, he isn't interested. He's made his decision and his feelings known."

"You believe that?"

"Why not?"

"It's not like him."

"He's changed."

"And you're taking his cast offs now."

"It's not like that."

"Isn't it? Or are you just taking advantage of the moment? Think on it Ner Vod."

They walked on a few steps before Wolffe stopped again.

"Gregor, I know what I am doing and it's none of your business."

"It is, when it involves both my brothers." he retorted and stalked off.

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"I never thanked you properly for ...after the massacre and the other time. " Ana was standing at his door with several covered containers in her hands and a duffle slung across her back.

"There's no need."

"Yes there is; you didn't have to do what you did and I want to. I've brought some food. I cooked it myself."

His interest was piqued now, "Fruit bread?"

"Huh uh! Not my best but it doesn't look too bad considering what I had to work with."

He opened the door, checking the corridor, as she entered his room; Gregor still had some skills. His room was the same size as hers with the same furniture, a mixture of old and new, none matching. She put the containers on the small table and produced plates and cutlery from the duffel. He could smell it now; his mouth watered. Army rations were the same the galaxy over and this was nothing like army rations.

"It's only nerf and bean stew ...well actually more bean than nerf." She smiled.

"Smells good." His stomach rumbled in response and continued to do so while she ladled it out for him and herself. Another smaller container was opened that showed the fruit bread that he and Gregor liked so much.

"You'll save some for Gregor, won't you?" She asked, as she watched him, watch her.

"I'll think about it."

She shook her head, they were like school boys sometimes.

Wolffe tucked into his meal; relishing every mouthful. He never stopped until he realised she was now watching him and smiling.

"Yes?" He asked, as he finished the last mouthful, while she was only half way through hers.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"It was delicious." He confirmed and sat back in his chair, sighing.

"Good." She watched him for a few more seconds and then pushed her bowl over to him. "Here have mine."

"I couldn't."

"Yes you can. I'm full."

She was obviously lying but he took the bowl anyway; she opened the flask she had brought and poured out a dark frothy liquid into two mugs. He looked at her, his eyebrow raised in a question.

"It's ale."

"Ale?"

"Yes. It's a bit on the dark side but try it and let me know what you think. You do like ale?"

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They walked silently back to her quarters, an unspoken question hanging between them; she backed into her quarters and pulled him with her. He held her close to him and tilted her chin up, looking into her eyes, he chose his moment and pressed his lips gently against hers, she responded by parting her lips slightly, he took the hint and pressed further and then finally sucking at her bottom lip, pulling her with him. He didn't push it any further, not this time. They parted and she rested her head on his chest. He tucked her head under his chin, as he heard a sigh escape her lips.

Ana relished this closeness, it was comforting, as she rested on him. Although he seemed to have a bigger build than Rex, she still felt safe with him. Unlike the relief operation, which had already given her one nightmare, and that was while she was dozing on the transport travelling back.

Wolffe hadn't been a monk like some brothers during the war, his General had understood his men had needs. Against regulations, he had given them furlough and arranged any medical treatment they needed afterwards.

No questions asked, no judgement made.

Wolffe and his personal squad, the Wolfpack had taken full advantage of it and given the Jedi their full loyalty in return. You always knew when the Wolfpack were in town, you could hear the howls, especially in 79's.

He had dreamt of this, since Seelos; he tilted her head towards him, looking in her eyes, "Are you alright with this?" he had to ask.

She nodded, from under dark lashes, those green eyes holding his gaze longer than was comfortable.

"You sure?" Again, he needed to know, she nodded, as she started to unbutton his shirt, pulling it out of his pants. He dragged her hands away, "Slowly, enjoy." Dropping her hands he pulled her face up to his and kissed her again, forcing his tongue in deep; she replied in kind and continued to undress him, he growled, he was already hard. Her hands ran up over his nipples and pectorals; not every woman liked the amount of hair he had on his chest but she pulled away from his kiss and buried her face in it.

His need now overwhelmed his logic.

She kissed him, again, nibbling at his lips, finally forcing her tongue in his mouth, mimicking him. Keeping them joined at the mouth, he pulled her overalls apart at the studs, one by one; her breath hitched and she squirmed, as his hands ran slowly over her hips and down her thighs. He waited for her as she stepped out of them and kicked them away.

Wolffe first skilfully removed her lacy bra, undone from the back and pulled away.

Then his fingers hooked over the top of the silky underwear and pulled them down, slowly, he could hear her breath hitch, as his fingers brushed her skin.

Fek it was like touching silk.

The underwear fell to the floor and disappeared. He twisted her around and pushed her face down on the bunk; there was no argument, instead, she widened her stance presenting herself to him.

He couldn't remember her undoing his trousers but he had not even fully undressed before he entered her and enjoyed her reaction to him, arching her head back when she felt him. He was totally engrossed in this moment, nothing else mattered, except the woman beneath him; he adjusted himself making sure both enjoyed everything he had. He went slowly, twisting, and gratified by the sounds she made. He continued steadily, holding her by the hips.

She was vocal, he hadn't expected that and when he could feel her getting near her release, he stopped, bending over he bit her neck; she whimpered, as his one hand holding her down the other increasing the enjoyment for her.

It was all about her.

She was getting close; the sheet had been pulled off and she was pleading now, "Please, Wolffe…..."

In the effort to satisfy her, he rushed towards his own release, more erratic, and she stiffened and arched, just as a few more thrusts finished him and he sank on top of her, head resting right next to hers.

His breath finally returned and he moved away, wrapping the sheet and blanket around her then lifting her onto the bunk. She was shivering and looked at him with those pale green eyes, as he bent to pick up his clothes.

"Stay…... Please." Ana opened the wrapped sheet and blanket, Wolffe slid in next to her; it was a close fit. Her arms went around him and rested on his back, while her face rubbed against his chest until she fell asleep.

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They had dozed off for a couple of hours and then both had needed the fresher at the same time. Now she was straddling him, her fingers enmeshed in the hairs on his chest, while his large hands ran slowly up the side of her body from her hips, the softness of her skin in direct contrast to his calloused palms, his thumbs brushed her nipples, which sent a further frisson of arousal through her and she ground down on him harder to increase the sensation. He thrust upwards, in response, causing her to arch backwards, eyes closed. She grabbed his hands for support, as she rode him striving for release. She looked down at his heavily muscled and scarred chest, thickly covered with greying hair; she watched his eye, dark almost black with arousal in contrast to his light cybernetic implant. Every sight of him adding to the sensation.

"Wolffe." His name on her lips, as she reached her release and she heard his deep throated growl in response. He held her with one arm and twisted her onto her back, still inside her. His sheer strength mesmerised her, as he began a slow, steady rhythm for his own pleasure. She tried to keep up, opening herself wider and wider for him, legs wrapped around his back, finally he howled, and wrapped his arms around her, whispering in her ear, as he lay back down. "Cyar'e."

He was sure now, he would want no one else.

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Ana woke covered in a sheen of sweat and smelling of sex, she shivered, as the nighttime temperature had dropped in the temporary building. Wolffe was dressing, kissing her passionately just before he left. Her heart sank as he did so. He was a mass of contradictions to her, heavily muscled, physically just the type she fell for but intelligent, respectful to her and happy to betray Rex with her.

She could not believe what she had done.

She had come to Atollon for Rex.