Author's note: Mild smuttiness ahead so skip if you're under 16 or don't care for CandEvan
There's barely enough light in the room to reflect on the her saber's hilt. She is sitting alone in the dark, everyone else is in their bunkers probably asleep after all that meat and liquor. But Kalima couldn't sleep. And since she didn't want to keep anyone else up with her, she sought refuge in the cargo hold for her late "night" musings.
It was always night time in space.
She twirls the hilt around in her hand, on her fingertips and back in her palm. Every now and then, she'd press the activator and switch the saber on, marveling at its golden glow just to remind herself-
A Jedi. Me. Kalima Trax, a fracking Jedi!
How did she end up here? Everyone in the galaxy revered the Jedi. Kids grew up running around wrapped in blankets, holding up sticks, and pretended to slay enemies with their glorious sabers! Her fantasies of Jedihood ended by her 9th birthday of course. But even if you hated them, who really never wished for Force powers before? People were kidding themselves.
She grew up with nonexistent Force sensitivity, this was never in the cards for her, never in a million years did she have imagined herself here and yet...
Something about this feels soooo familiar.
She did this before. She has no way to explain it, but her body does. It moves, senses, and flows the Force in her veins as if it's done it before. No conditioning needed. According to sources, she learned in 3 weeks what most people spent 5-10 years to master.
So how is that possible?
It's the question that's been plaguing her since she woke up in Coruscant: the question of her identity. It always sends her in an endless spiral of overthinking, from the first time she stared at her reflection, to the unexpected agility and power, and now to
Wielding the Force...
How exactly is she supposed to wrap her mind around this?
She switches off the saber for a few seconds and bows her head, then looks up and turns it back on.
Somehow this felt right. For the first time since Taris, she thinks she's heading in the direction of the answers she's seeking. Just a few weeks ago she was obsessed with finding the doctors who treated her. But now, she has a feeling she's about to uncover more truths than the doctors could ever give her. Coruscant can wait...
She gets up from the crate she's sitting on and wonders if anyone was in the garage. She has grown very fond of cleaning her lightsaber. You could even say it was therapeutic. Maybe an hour on the workbench would tire her enough to finally put her to sleep. She needed rest before Tatooine.
Soft footsteps make their way into the corridors. She knew Canderous sometimes took his power naps in the garage. In fact she doesn't recall him ever using the beds in the dorms, even though his belongings are in there. Does that man ever sleep? She hits the panel on the wall to open the garage door and sure enough, Canderous is there, standing over the workbench, tinkering with his repeating blaster. A creature of habit.
She folds her arms and leans against the wall, "I was hoping it would be free."
Canderous doesn't look up at first, he's wearing an eyepiece that's helping in some way his upgrades and he's in deep focus. "Yea well, you're gonna have to hope harder than that. This is my station every night," he says without missing a beat.
"Didn't know we had to book the workbench, where do I sign up?" She teases, staring at his strong biceps working.
He finally lifts his head to look at her, one eye still covered by the eyepiece, "You're looking at the clerk, fill out the datapad in the back."
She laughs and places her saber on the desk, nonverbally letting him know that she still intends on using it tonight. She strolls to the swoop bike to lean on it and he goes back to work. "Can't sleep?"
"I should be the one asking you, these are my regular hours," he answers bluntly. "Antsy about your first Jedi mission?"
She is. "Not at all! Just transitioning from military tech support to Council special ops in one month plus 20 new regulations to memorize. No big deal."
That makes him laugh, "Yeaaa I see your point. But if you're ever wondering...you're ready. Practically built for this."
She raises a dubious brow at him, this is probably the first nice thing he's said to her since Taris. "It's not like you to coddle people Ordo."
"You think I'm saying that to be nice?" He scoffs at her assumption. "Look here kiddo, I've fought more battles than you've had your entire life by the time you were even legal to drive. I know when a person is ready."
"Ok dinosaur, I'll bite. How do you know that?" She smirks folding her arms again, not totally amused by being called a kiddo.
"Stop distracting me with your fake doubts," he says with irritation, though it's mostly directed at a lock on his weapon that isn't cooperating. "You and I know both know what you're capable of. I wouldn't be following an incompetent hut'uun around the galaxy."
She sighs, "Yea, say that to Bastilla who reminds me 29 times a day about 'the dangers of falling to the dark side'" using air quotes for emphasis. Kalima never lacked confidence in her abilities, but this is new territory for her, one that Bastilla is far more familiar with. It's demoralizing to be constantly reminded of failure by the very person who's supposed to guide you.
Canderous chuckles under his breath, never taking his eyes off his work "Bastilla is intimidated. You are clearly the better leader."
Kalima's eyes widen, "I do NOT intend on taking her spot, nor do I want any of her responsibilities."
"It's obvious to everyone 'Lima... Bastilla couldn't lead a pack of banthas if she tried," he says sounding calmer now, it seems he finally got the lock to click on his new weapon. "Her battle meditation is legendary, but without it she's dryer than a bone. Like most Jedi, she pathetically relies on the Force instead of learning actual life skills."
He straightens his spine as he polished his blaster, signaling that he's done with the workbench. He snorts when he catches a glimpse of her saber in the top corner. "Funny things those Jedi weapons. So deadly and yet so...basic."
Kalima is taking in what he just said about Bastilla. "Well, I guess when you're so naturally gifted, you don't need much technology to win battles," she quips, knowing too well it was going to get a reaction out of him.
"And that's where you're wrong!" He catches the bait, lifting his blaster up to admire the piece of machinery.
"This!" he beams with pride, "is a work of art, pure craftsmanship! Jedi couldn't even attempt to work their brain cells or hands enough to achieve this level of engineering, it's all about their magic."
She laughs out loud and walks towards the bench so she could get started on her saber. "You? Being philosophical?"
"There's nothing philosophical about it, just cold hard facts. Strength is gained through strife, not raw talent. It's why your Council got too comfortable and underestimated us."
Kalima winces at that word. She knows they are being lighthearted but still felt the need to object, "My Council? You say that like I'm a real Jedi."
He turns his head to look at her by his side "Nah... you're nothing like a Jedi." A slow smile creeps on his face.
Something about his tone sounds a little too satisfied and she starts suspecting the other piece of engineering on his face. "Hey! What can you see with that thing anyway?" She points at it.
"X-Ray vision," he replies bluntly. "Makes it easy to see between metal parts and..." his voice trails off as he checks her out, he can see every curve and bone of her body underneath her tunic "...other things."
Her jaw drops when she figures out what he's doing and her hand rushes to cover her breasts while the other tries to yank the eyepiece off his face, "You little creep! Gimme that!"
He laughs and dodges her once by reflex, but doesn't stop her from removing the device from his face to try it on. "Already seen it all before mesh'la, you forgot?"
Her lips tightens at that truth. Of course she didn't forget, she couldn't if she tried. But they've both been pretending nothing happened between them for so long it almost began to feel true.
"You did a lot more than that," she gulps as she adjusts the device on her eye and looks at his perfect...seriously perfect body, down to his bone structure. It's impressive how he managed to stay this fit, most men his age have a potbelly full of beer and act they carried the 3 children their wives did.
"Oh yea...that's right," he agrees almost too arrogantly, having absolutely no shame in his body and making no attempts to stop her ogling through her newly acquired X-Ray vision. He leans in closer to her ear, "I tasted you..."
Too many biological reactions happen at one. Her heart skips a beat. Hairs stand up on her neck when his breath touched her skin, and the low vibrations of his voice send electric sparks straight down her spine to her womb. Her mouth waters when her eyes land on his manhood and his scent makes her gut flutter. She can tell through the green filter that he isn't hard yet, but he still had size.
"Mmmm" is all she can muster, her mind drawing a complete blank. She hates that effect he has on her.
"And when you stop being a chicken, maybe I could do even more..." he finishes with utter confidence before retreating from her ear.
That. Ignites her defiance. "I'm not a chicken."
"That's cute kiddo, but your actions say otherwise."
"I'm not a chicken nor a kiddo!" she asserts again, now poking his chest.
"Prove it sweetie, I dare you." He challenges her while slowly recouping his eyepiece from her face so he could look her straight in both eyes. Those phenomenal eyes of hers. If she wants him, she's going to have to make the first move, and that's that. If she thinks playing Ice Queen will make him chase her after rejecting him, she's sadly mistaken.
"Dare me to what Cand?" She now has to calm herself because her temperature is rising at a rapid rate. But this is what she excels at; challenges, winning, and sexual tension. "Throw you on this bench and ride you till your eyes roll back?"
That totally catches him off-guard and his facial expressions betray him. It isn't every day a woman is so openly...lewd with him. Reminds him of how confident she was back in Taris when she casually said she needed someone to 'jump her bones.' He chuckles while rubbing his beard, some heat is actually climbing up his neck, but he wasn't letting her win this one.
"Fantasy of yours?" He quips, putting the ball right back in her court.
Her mouth quickly opens and closes, she didn't want to lose her cool either. "Maybe."
"We're still dancing around the bush huh?" he grins at her, daring her to come forward with it.
Damn it he was good at calling her out. She secretly loved it. So this is what it must feel like to be on the other end of her shameless flirting?
She can now hear her heartbeat in her throat and she's trying really, really hard to control her breathing, he was close enough to hear it. And his scent…doesn't it make it easy. It overwhelms her senses with its musky, incredibly masculine essence that is making her legs ready to give away. What was he waiting for to make his move?
"And you're still acting like you're too good to want it," she retorts pointing her chin up at him.
His eyes narrow at her. Is this woman really that stubborn? He moves so that his body towers over hers and directly faces her, it makes the woman lean back on the bench. To corner her even more, he places both hands on the desk behind her on each side of her body, and leans in closer till their noses are merely inches apart.
"I do want it." As blunt as ever. What now missy?
It's at this very moment that the face of her nightmares decided to appear again. The bald man with the tattoos on his head. This time she recognizes him immediately. Malak.
Thoughts crash race through her skull again. Why did this keep happening with Canderous? What is his connection to Malak? These had to be Revan's memories, had to be. At least that's how Bastilla kept explaining it. But these damned memories really had to stop getting in the way of her getting laid. She's not yet ready, if ever, to swear off sex for the Jedi and she wants every bit of this mouth-watering Mandalorian in front of her. She remembers her meditation lessons and closes her eyes shut, trying to cast off the images of Malak.
Canderous mistakes her reaction for yet another rejection, and shakes his head in disappointment but keeps his voice low. "If I remember correctly, you're the one who chickened out on Taris, and then again on Dantooine when you used your Jedi masters as scapegoats."
That was it. She's had it.
Her eyes flare open and in one swoop, she Force pulls her saber into her hands then jabs it right under his jaw.
"Call me a chicken one more time, I dare you," she threatens. All she has to do is activate the lightsaber for it to go right through his skull, but they both know she has no intentions of doing that.
Her threats don't faze him at all, he just presses his chin harder on her saber's hilt and repeats. "Chicken."
For a split second her face looks like she's in pain, or trying to focus on something, then before he knew it, her lips came crashing against his. A fast, hard, hungry kiss that takes even his breath away. He forgot how ridiculously soft those full, coral lips were and all that built up tension gives him the urge to bite down on them. He's pleased to find out a second later that she beat him to it, making him groan and press harder against her. He has her right where he wanted her.
Without breaking their kiss he hits the panel behind her to shut the door to the garage. Kalima drops the saber back on bench and grabs his face with both hands, pulling him even closer to her. She needs this, needs him to want her and take her body. But even with her eyes shut, she keeps seeing Malik, and keeps shooing away every image of that appears. Images of him kissing her, grabbing her hair, biting her. She whimpers against Canderous' lips, and the man has no idea of the hell she's internally fighting. But she's determined to follow through this time.
Problem is…the harder she fights, the more Malak persists, and the more she's distracted from what's happening right now. Canderous. It felt so wrong, but maybe the only way to get through this is to let go and allow whatever needs to happen with Malak happen. She reminds herself she has the Force now, she can use use it to stay grounded. She summons it in her veins, allows it to flow freely through her breath, and finally she's fully present, experiencing every sensation ten times stronger.
Canderous' hands are now around her waist and neck, tongue probing her mouth and his erection pressing right below her navel. One more vision of Malak appears, and this time she allows it. He is squeezing and sucking on her breasts hungrily and she shudders hard, feeling her real nipples harden to the point of pain against her fabric and Canderous' chest. Then the bald man lines up his cock against her opening and shoves himself in her with the hardest thrust she's ever felt in her life just as Canderous' mouth drops to her neck.
"Ahhh!", she moans out loud, arching her back sharply as her body relived the memory. She throws her head back and the Mando finds the perfect angle to lick the entire length of her neck. The pleasure is damn near orgasmic and her leg climbs up his waist to open her body to him. She opens her eyes to finally look at him, expecting to see Malak again…
This time, it's Canderous.
She sighs and smiles in relief before kissing him again, loving the sweet taste of whiskey still on his tongue. The ex-merc has no idea what he did to make her jolt like that, but he's glad she's enjoying herself because he's ready to move to second base. His hands slide down her thighs to catch the other leg that isn't around his waist and lifts her up to sit her juicy behind on the bench. Now her lips are right at face level and her breasts closer to his mouth. He likes that better.
Who was he kidding, he wants her bad. Memories of her legs wrapped around his face in Davik's estate resurface and make his breath erratic. Her pussy is sooo delicious too… Eating out a woman is something he rarely does the first night, but she was freshly out a luxurious bath that time and he couldn't resist. Just like he can't resist right now. He kissed and tugged at her lips but all he can think of is the amazing, hot set of lips between her legs. His hands wastes no time, they part her legs even wider and another moan escapes her. She's wearing loose pants underneath her tunic and nothing frustrated him more than not feeling her warm skin right now. His hands firmly ride up her thighs until his thumb reaches her clit with precision, and he takes a moment to properly position his hand before pressing firmly.
She gasps in his mouth, feeling her clit throb against his thumb and heat building between her legs. This man is a veteran, in more ways than one. She knew he had a good 8 to 10 years experience over her, but it's exactly what made him even more attractive to her...knowing he can pleasure her probably better than she pleasures herself. That's the type of man you give complete control to, but she's never relinquished power before and isn't sure if she's ready to do that just yet.
She retaliates by stuffing a hand under his shirt, traveling up his chest and grazing a nipple. She hears a low growl from him against her lips and that makes her smile. Two can definitely play this game. Her other hand runs down his torso till it lands right on his rock…hard…cock. He still has his pants and belt on, so she gives it an impatient, firm squeeze.
"Mmphhh," he retreats from her mouth when he twitched uncontrollably at her touch. Most women need to be led, but he's pleasantly finding out Kalima is going to be a challenge, and nothing aroused him more than that. A little bit of power play. Or a lot of it. Granted, his feral instincts still want him to pin her down by the throat and pound her insides till the whole ship hears her screaming, but he highly doubts she'll allow it that easily.
"You're a spicy one aren't ya?" he grins at her, pleased with her engagement.
"Too hot for ya?" she breathes hotly with a smirk, still stroking his member through his pants.
"Please, this is just warm up." And with that, he yanks her tunic over her head. They don't really have the luxury of time, and he needs to see those brown nipples again. Her hands go right back to where they were before, now frantically trying to unbuckle his belt while she rained kisses on his face and jaw. It's getting harder for him to focus when she's being so hungry and eager. Time to regain control.
A callused hand moves up her stomach and between her breasts until his fingers gently wrap around her neck leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. He hears her shiver before lowering her bare back to the hard surface, giving him a marvelous view of her upper body surrounded by the fluorescent light of the workbench. Tanned, muscular, curvy in all the right places, and scarred. He didn't know scars on a woman's body turned him on until now. She's laid out to him like a buffet, from here he can access her wet mouth...firm round breasts...and that sweet, juicy fruit of hers between those glorious legs.
She throws her head back and laughs mirthfully at the way he blocks her from touching his arousal. "And here I was thinking I could make you finish quickly."
He watches her skin firm up as his hand trail back down between her breasts. He has to keep himself from ravaging her but the sight of her squirming under his touch and making sexy noises makes his cock throb so hard it was practically cursing him to let it out his pants.
"Keep moaning like that and this will end a lot quicker than you hoped," he jokes while running his finger down the scar across her ribs. He sees her flinch, but dives straight for her chest. His tongue roughly licks a circle around her entire breast, before narrowing down to her nipple, flicking it till it hardened even more and she's moaning a little louder now. Her voice makes him groan and press hungrily into her chest, filling his entire mouth with her ample breast. He could literally eat her.
Kalima gasps loudly, her spine arching so high the top of her head is now touching the bench. And just when she thought the sensation was enough to make her orgasm, his hand grips her other breast tightly while the other goes back to drawing small circles on her clit, pressing harder and faster now.
"Oh my stars!" she hears her voice choke. She bucks her hips and tries to get closer to his dick but his hand keeps her in place, torturing her sweetly through her pants while his shaved beard pricked her sensitive skin on her chest. It's all too much to take in.
As if his previous words were an omen, they hear footsteps coming from the dorms on the right side of the ship. The door is closed so they freeze both hope whoever it is would just keep walking. As the steps come nearer, it becomes clear the person has no plans on stopping.
"I can hear you guys," the voice says behind the door as it continues walking down the corridor. It's Mission. She's heading to the main hold for a late night snack. Most likely leftovers.
What a mood killer.
The couple both sigh heavily in disappointment. It felt like they were holding their breath for an entire minute. Kalima looks down at the man still holding her breast and strokes his hair. "Guess this means another rain check buddy."
Canderous smiles, she didn't need to explain. Fracking with a teenage witness nearby isn't exactly his idea of living life on the edge. This was just irresponsible. Still, he couldn't resist a chance to tease her as he got off her. "Chickening out again?"
"That's not fair! I kissed you first!" she giggles pointing a finger at him. He catches her hand and lifts her up with him so they are both standing up again.
"It's not the man who starts the war who wins, but the one who finishes it," he muses, quoting some unknown philosopher and handing over her tunic.
"Speaking for your people Mando?" she quips with a raised brow.
"Ouch…"
She laughs candidly knowing he wasn't going to take it personal. He ruefully watches her put the tunic back over her head, catching one last glimpse of her lifted breasts before they disappear under the falling fabric. Damn shame…
He catches her wrist and pins it back to the workbench before she could walk away. "Not so fast missy." He can see her eyes are still hooded from their session struggling to stay alert. His other hand lowers to her shorts and deftly loosens the string around her hips to slip three fingers down her crotch.
"What are you doing?" she whispers worriedly. Mission is an earshot away.
"Just checking something…" he completely ignores her concern. His eyes follow his fingers as they explore and probe around her nether regions till they discover what they were looking for.
"Oh f-" she bites her lip to stifle a whimper and tries to close her legs "Canderous we can't-"
"Shhh don't worry…" he murmurs cooly and closes his eyes.
Whoa…
She is soaking wet. Hot…tight…and dripping wet. He takes a moment to savor the feeling of her warm pussy around the tip of his fingers, imagining how it would feel around his cock.
"You're so wet for me…" he smiles and he pulls his hand out her pants before she had a panic attack. He catches a whiff of her scent when he raises his fingers to nostrils, his eyes closing again like he's inhaling the aroma of his favorite meal. A rough thumb rolls over her slickness on his index and middle finger before tasting it with his tongue.
"Hmm….when I finally get you, you're gonna be in big trouble." His voice is a low, aroused growl, so deep she can feel his undertones in the air between them.
Force help me, she swallows, feeling equally scared and excited. Her pussy is throbbing so hard it hurts, she was so close! This had to happen again. "You're good on your promises Ordo?"
"Always." There's zero hesitation in his voice. He takes a deep breath and steps away from her, grabs his blaster from the bench and swing it over his shoulder.
"I'll let you get back to work," he cocks his head at her lightsaber, reminding her why she came in here. Hungry eyes are still fixated on her while he walks backwards towards the other exit.
"Riiiight…because I'm really in a great place to calibrate light sabers right now," she purrs, her voice, breath and eyelids all heavy with arousal.
His laugh comes in the form of a snort and his lips curl in a smirk before he finally turns on his heel and walks out the garage.
Arrogantly. As always.
Author's Note: Comment below if you caught the Mass Effect 2 reference ;)