A/N: I wrote a scene similar to this for the original version of 'Kriff That' that got lost somewhere when I reposted that version focusing more on just Sabezra. Not to be dissuaded from the loss, I've written version 2.0, which I think has turned out decidedly hotter than the original, so be warned; this chapter is all steam from start to finish. :P (Seriously, don't read this unless you LIKE smut.)

Never Too Far Apart (part 2):

"I won't say no to that," Kanan drawled as he slid a fraction lower in his chair and Chopper rocked on his struts in protest but wisely kept his undoubtedly foul beeps to himself.

"I didn't think you would, love," Hera's rich alto voice said with blatant hints of underlying amusement via the astromech's encrypted comm system.

Already more than half aroused by the imagery of pleasuring his soulmate through their Force bond, it was a relief to Kanan's constricted manhood to be released from its confines as he undid the zipper on his trousers in anticipation. "All right, I'm ready."

"I see that," Hera drawled. "Impressive, as usual."

Kanan flushed slightly with stupid pride even as he fisted himself almost helplessly. "Thank you, darling. Now, what would you do to me if you were here?"

"Hmmmm. I think I would tease you first. Make you wait for the main event as long as you could stand."

"Of course you would," Kanan chuckled. "All right. Torture me then," he said in feigned resignation as he automatically closed his eyes, leaned his head back, dimmed down his connection to the Force to almost nothing so his other senses wouldn't interfere with the velvet tones of his love, and settled even lower on the chair, his hand moving slowly up and down his happy-to-no-longer-be-neglected erection.

"Force, you look so kriffing sexy like that," Hera breathed. "Just looking at your image is getting me all worked up again."

He smirked in more very un-Jedi-like male pride. "Feel free to touch yourself too. You know the thought of it will only turn me on more."

"Oh, I know. And I already am."

"Kriff," he swallowed hard. "Tell me."

"Mmmmm. I'm running a finger up and down my lek and my other hand is between my legs. I'm so wet for you."

Kanan went from pleasantly aroused to harder than durasteel in an instant. "Frag, Hera."

"Not yet," she laughed softly. "First, I'm going to imagine myself undoing your hair and running my fingers through it, stroking your scalp ever so lightly with my nails. And then I'm going to press little kisses across your handsome cheekbones and over the cute bump on your nose."

Since she'd done this to him many times in the past, it was easy for Kanan to recall the shivery sensations that should accompany her words. "Hmmmmm. A good start."

"I thought so. Next, I'm going to kiss you very thoroughly as I hold you still with your wonderfully soft hair."

"No argument from me on that one," he smiled.

He heard the answering smile in her voice when she said, "You never do. Promise you'll never cut your hair unless there's a really, really good reason."

"I promise," he said solemnly, then couldn't help teasing her by saying, "I know you have hair envy,"

"I do not!" Two seconds later… "Okay, maybe a little."

"Knew it!"

"But you wish you had lekku sometimes, too, admit it."

"Aside from the sensitivity factor, It would be nice to twine our lekku together when I'm loving you. I know that would make it perfect for you."

Hera gasped slightly and then her tone was soft as she said, "Stars, Kanan. Wherever did you hear that?"

"Nowhere. I just assumed it was a Twi'lek and Togruta thing 'cause that's what I would do."

"You're instincts are right. But you're also wrong. You don't need lekku to make what we do together any more perfect."

Relieved, since he'd always worried that he was slightly lacking for her as a mere Human, Kanan grinned. "Oh. Well then, I'll just have to make sure I don't slack off any."

She laughed softly. "Kanan, all you have to do is lie there in a hologram and I'm turned on, I don't think you're in any danger of slacking off."

"Good. Now get back to teasing me if you don't mind. I don't think I can get away with hiding in the Gauntlet's cockpit forever."

"Is that where you are?"

"Yep."

"Then we can add that to our list of illicit places where we've gotten frisky."

"Hmmmm. I don't think it counts unless we're both in the same space."

"Technicalities," she said dismissively. "Now, where was I? Oh yes, it was time to nibble on one of your ears."

"Must you?" he whined with little heat to it. (She knew that his ears were too ticklish to like being teased, but the act always somehow made him harder than a rock anyway.) "Couldn't we move on to my chest or something? Or lower. Lower would be good."

"Nope," she said, giggling. "I must first drive you insane via your ear, and then I'm going to suck and kiss my way down your neck, leaving a bruise or two that you won't be able to cover up, claiming you as mine."

"Ooooo, I like the sound of that. You can claim me as much as you want. I only wish you'd been more open to public claiming for the first decade or so of our relationship. It got really old having to endure watching so many males drool over you who thought you were fair game."

"Sorry about that." She sounded anything but. Which he wasn't surprised at, considering she had always enjoyed watching him get frazzled by suppressed jealousy. The minx. "But you have nothing to complain about now. Especially since I'm now running my hands down your chest and then back up under your shirt while I put a spectacular hickey on your neck."

Kanan sucked in a breath at just the thought of her warm, clever little hands on his skin and her mouth doing insane things to his nerve endings.

"I'm going to run my fingers over every one of your sexy muscles and then I'm going to tease your silly Human male nipples that at least are useful in regards to making you whine my name."

"Hera!" he did just that, his body going haywire just from his imagination and her husky, sexy, hot-as-hells voice.

"Hmmm. It works even from all the way over here," she laughed.

"So it would seem," he grumbled good-naturedly.

"You'll be happy to hear that I'm not in much better shape," she admitted. "My nipples feel like they've been electrocuted, my lekku are tingling like mad, and my core is aching for something decidedly larger than my fingers."

"Oh Force," he groaned, hand moving in earnest now on the shaft that really wanted to replace her fingers. "You're killing me, Hera."

"That's the idea, love," she said, sounding quite proud of herself. "Now, I think it's time that I took off your shirt so that I can kiss and nibble my way down your chest, yes?"

"Kriff, yes!" He loved having her mouth on his skin, no matter where she put it, but his chest was definitely second only to one other location that didn't take a genius to figure out.

And her imaginary lips were on the way to said favourite location.

"So impatient," she teased. "Maybe I should take my time exploring your shoulders and arms first. There are some rather nice muscles in there that don't get nearly enough attention, I'm sure."

"No! My arms are fine without any kisses, thank you. Please, Hera, please move your imaginary kisses downwards."

"All right," she conceded laughingly. "But only if you take off your shirt for real. I want to see what I'm pretending to torture so sweetly."

In a flurry of movement, Kanan had his green shirt and white undershirt off in about three seconds flat, and flung to frag-cares-where. Then his hand was back on his enthusiastic cock and he was mentally girding himself to endure whatever sentence of verbal torment she deemed fit to give him.

"Wow, love. Bonus points for speed. I'm amazed you didn't rip you hair out in the process," Hera said laughingly.

Kanan automatically reached up with his free hand to find his ponytail still mostly intact, with only a few strands misplaced and hanging down by his temples. He smoothed them back and shrugged with a grin. "Jedi reflexes, baby. Gotta love em."

"Oh, I do. Trust me. I do."

She paused for a moment and then when she spoke again, her voice had returned to its huskier bedroom tone that made him feel both like a possessive Neanderthal and turned him into lovestruck sap that would do absolutely anything she wanted. Including get frisky in front of a droid who is guaranteed going to blackmail me for this later until I actually do tear my hair out.

Why didn't I take the time to have Chopper encrypt a frequency on the Gauntlet's communication system and then send the rusty menace to go bug Ezra or something?

I am such an idiot.

At least he had Hera's words to temporarily help him forget his stupidity.

"Now, because you just earned yourself a bonus, I won't linger too long on showing the proper amount of appreciation for the perfection that is your torso. I'll only skim my lips over your sexy collarbones before I nibble my way around each of your yummy pectoral muscles. But I can't skip past your fun little nubs, so your nipples are each going to get a thorough licking and then a nip or two."

Kanan almost whimpered as sensory memory supplied the appropriate sensations for each of her words yet again.

"Now that I have you squirming," (and she did) "I'll move down even further and trace the outline of each of your droolworthy abs with my tongue, pausing only to dip it into your adorable belly button, and then trace them all again and again until you beg me to stop."

"Force, Hera, this is me begging," he said, desperation making his voice hoarse as he let go of his erection and just gripped the chair. (It really didn't need any more stimulation right now or he was going to explode too early.) "PLEASE move on! My sabre is weeping for the relief of your hot mouth."

She chuckled wickedly. "It certainly looks it could cut through durasteel."

He snorted, not needing his sight to know that his cock was doing a fair impersonation of a red lightsabre as it thrust out boldly through the opening in his trousers. "Well… Punch through, maybe."

"That too. Now, since you've been such a good boy, I'll move down, kissing one side of the V that points to your rampaging manhood, pretending you aren't wearing your belt, holster, weapons, trousers, or underwear."

"I'm good with that," he all but squeaked out, his imagination just as good as hers.

"With full access to you, I'll comb my fingers through your intriguing little curls with one hand as I grasp the base of you with the other, holding you steady as I lick a meandering path around your secondary lightsabre from bottom to top and back again and then further down to your surprisingly heavy sac that must have days worth of sweet cream built up for me."

"You have no idea," he mumbled, moving his hands to touch himself the way he imagined she said she was.

"Ahhh! Stop!"

"What?"

"Don't touch! I want to see. And… I like the idea of you getting off on my voice alone. You've always said you could do it, now I want you to prove it."

"Oh, kark." He clenched his hands into fists for a moment and then grabbed the chair again. "All right."

"I promise to make this up to you when I see you for real again."

"I already said all right."

"I know. Just letting you know you have something else to look forward to. Maybe I'll let you tie me up again."

"Oh, please! You know I love being able to touch you all over for as long as I want."

"I know." She sounded awfully smug about it and he didn't care one iota.

"Now, where was I?"

As if she doesn't know.

"Ah, yes. I was licking your overfull balls. Maybe I'll nibble on them ever so carefully before I travel even further down for a moment or two."

He felt his cock jump a bit at the idea. "Yesssss."

"I thought so." The smug tone was back and he still didn't care. "Or maybe I'll stimulate your perineum and anal star with a teasing finger as I kiss my way back up to the head of your throbbing lightsabre and give it some relief with the depths of my mouth and throat."

He groaned his agreement, words starting to feel completely unnecessary.

"And since you're being so good, your hands can hold my lekku and guide me to take you as deep and fast as you want."

Shit. Shit. Shit! There's no way I can concentrate enough to use the Force to make her feel my hands on her lekku! And he told her so, after he sucked in some air. (And without the swears.)

"That's okay, love. Our imagination is good enough. Besides, I'm holding my own lekku right now."

"Okay." It came out kind of strangled, but he was sure she got the idea.

"So? How do you want it?"

"You know me, you tell me." (It was honestly just an excuse to hear her talk dirty some more.)

She laughed softly, knowing exactly why he'd just said that. "All right. You'll start off by staying fairly shallow in my mouth while I suck on you and tongue your little slit and taste your pre-cum. I'll even moan my appreciation at appropriate intervals until you can't take it anymore."

"Kriff. I'm already there," he groaned out, fists clenched on the chair in a death grip so he didn't mess up and grab himself.

"Of course you are, love. So then you'll pull on my lekku just hard enough to almost hurt and I'll let you slide into throat, down and down and even further down until my nose is pressed to your springy curls. And we'll hold it there for a few moments while you grunt your approval – just like that – and then I'll back off so I can suck in air. Then we'll do it again and again, faster and faster until you're like a machine in my mouth and I can't breathe. But it feels so good to pleasure you that I don't care."

Kanan was flat out panting now and seeing something that might be exploding stars in his mind.

"And just before the lack of air becomes too much, you'll stop, like you always do, and pull out, stroking my lekku with grateful hands that feel so good. We look at each other for a blissed out moment, I, on my knees before you, as you decide where you want to come. Today, you want to be inside my channel, because you know how much I want you there. Know how much I want to feel your hot seed filling me. Know that just the feel of it will make me shudder around you."

"Yessss. Perfect."

"So I'll climb on your lap and sink on your amazing cock that stretches me so perfectly. And your hands will move to my hips and butt and help me ride you in a frenzy of need, the pressure building and building and building."

It was. It really was. Kanan was going to orgasm without touching himself.

"I'll lean forward and kiss you madly. And then I'll whisper in your ear, "Come for me, Kanan Jarrus. Give me your child."

"Frag!" he all but yelled as he exploded spectacularly, his seed shooting up into the air and landing on his abs and chest in hot splatters.

In the background of the white noise that temporarily filled his brain, Kanan heard Hera moaning and panting as she came too, supposedly on her own fingers.

For a whole minute, the only sound in the cockpit was their panting breaths. And then Kanan's brain rebooted and he whispered, "Did you mean that? Are you finally ready to have a child with me? Even with the Rebellion escalating?"

She didn't answer for a few endless seconds, but then his heart soared when she finally said, "Yes. I think I am. We could start trying, anyway. But you know the odds are extremely low."

He knew. Oh, how he know. But it wasn't impossible for a Human and Twi'lek to conceive together, and he was hoping for a little help from the Force, too. "I know. But I don't care. Just the fact that you're ready to move our relationship another step forward is enough for me. I love you more than anything, Hera."

"I love you more than anything too, Kanan."