Warning: Sex
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Essie's Apartment.
Coruscant.
Dinner and caf finished over an hour before and Maze did what he needed to do on the speeder bike, he was quite the mechanic and managed to get hold of the required parts, somehow. While he showered, she cleaned the kitchen after spending time watching him tinkering with Ruby.
Watching the intense concentration on his face, she felt the tension from the day drop from her shoulders; she had never been this relaxed with a man before.
She sighed, since he appeared on her doorstep that night, they had danced around what they were going to do next. They had never gone any further than some interrupted foreplay.
Was this all he wanted?
When they attempted anything Maze's com link went off - General Zey or the Advisors with some emergency. Could the Jedi sense what was happening between them? And then there was Del; every other night of the week he slept through but once Maze was here. He was hyperactive and woke up regularly.
"Del is at Sol and Nat's for a sleepover tonight." Essie said, as she heard him come out of the fresher, "Are you definitely off duty all night?"
"Yes - definitely." Maze stood at the door, leaning against the door frame, watching her now, with a smile on his face. She caught him watching her a lot, not in an uncomfortable way but simply watching her.
She pushed her datapad into his hand.
"My details."
He glanced at it.
"I've read it." He knew it all, memorised it. It showed her birth control implant and latest check up results, all neatly organised into folders. Personal details, health details, including sexual health and expiry dates and next check up dates, monthly cycle and was kept up to date. He glanced at it again. She was organised. He liked that. He put it on the table.
"And?"
"Very organised."
"I'm not good with numbers and dates; so I have to be."
"You've seen mine too." Although it had been difficult to get Jab to download it for him. He agreed to Jab's extortion with some pastries from Sol's, which galled because then he jabbed him and advised him on the proper use of prophylactic measures.
He fully deserved his name. He jabbed without warning, or prejudice.
He and Essie had discussed the need for protection; Essie was especially determined that she should not have another accident, as much as she loved Del and he could see that. It would be difficult for her and he would not be able to help. In fact he was not even sure he could have children. It was never mentioned on Kamino, so better to be safe.
"You're procrastinating."
"Stop using big words, I'm a simple man, trying…"
"Yeah, I know, I know…trying to make your way in the galaxy." she finished for him.
He grinned.
"Come here." She grabbed his shirt, one of Nat's old ones. Now it smelt totally of Maze and she liked it.
She was dwarfed by his size.
Standing on her toes, she kissed him, he kissed back, his arms surrounding her and tentatively pushing his tongue into her mouth; she took him in, both deepened the kiss, eventually they pulled apart. His hands dropped to her backside, stroking it appreciatively before squeezing.
"Don't you think it's time?" she asked
He mumbled something unintelligible from the region of her neck, where he was kissing it softly; she giggled as he hit her ticklish spot, and moved away.
"What's wrong?" he raised his face from hers.
"I thought we could take it to the bedroom and be — more comfortable."
Maze, hesitated, surprisingly considering the moment earlier.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"It will be more comfortable there." She persisted, she felt how interested he was; he wasn't closed off to her as he had been when they first met. She had never felt this from anyone else, she had been with and led him into the bedroom.
They stood, the moment seemingly broken.
Essie looked at him, his black hair, forming into tiny curls, from the regulation cut he sported. He would have it trimmed soon - a pity and his eyes, such dark eyes; she lost herself in them. Eyes had always been her thing. Although judging by how she felt, now Maze was her thing.
Breathing deeply, she ran her hands up his arms, along the soft material of the shirt and slowly down to his chest. All she could hear was her own breathing, until she reached the hem, pulling it up to his shoulders, he did the rest. Her hands rested on his bare chest, he was warm; his chest as thick and muscular as she imagined, and covered in dark hair that trailed deep into his trousers. Moments later her hands followed that trail and she pulled ineffectually at his trousers, until shaking his head, he moved her hands, undid them and stepped out.
Her eyes dropped downwards, Maze was down to his regulation, skin tight, black underwear; she had felt all his hard muscle but to actually see him.
She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. He stood, hands on hips and looking directly at her with a lopsided smile. She could see him, all of him, pushing through his underwear, long, thick and hard.
Her head jerked up at the small cough, she looked him in the face.
"Up here!" He pointed. "Do I pass?" he said, as his hands rested on her shoulders.
She hesitated. Maze took a step towards her and gently pulled her to him. In almost the same movement his arms seamlessly encircled her and held her. She looked up at his almost black eyes and need radiated from the pit of her stomach. She was standing on tiptoes to kiss him, as he bent his head down, both arms around his neck as she felt his hands holding her at the small of her back. His kisses were soft, tender, then more insistent as their tongues met. Maze broke away and took a deep breath.
They had never got much further than this but fully clothed.
He pulled her top off and she felt his lips work their way down her neck along her shoulder towards the black lacy underwear.
"Beautiful traps." He murmured, as he pulled away, looking intently at her bra, as her nipples pushed through the flimsy lace and she felt, more than heard, the growl he emitted, before his fingers, slowly traced a path down to her breasts.
She shivered in anticipation.
He was transfixed by them. Then to her surprise, he grabbed both cheeks of her backside and lifted her against him. She gave a small squeak, wrapping her arms around his neck tight and her legs around his waist, although his upper body strength was more than enough to keep her where she was.
"Bed?" He murmured in a thick voice from the region of her neck; she replied with something unintelligible.
Carrying her effortlessly, he gently laid her on the bed, following her down. All the time looking directly into her eyes. He unhooked each bra strap with his forefingers before delicately pulling them off her shoulders. He couldn't see what he was doing, as she wouldn't let him go but he found the fastening, which he expertly undid before throwing it somewhere behind him. He tentatively ran his right hand over each of her breasts, catching the nipples as he did so. She gasped. He never took his gaze from them. Then took one nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue around it and gently pulling it with his teeth, until it became even harder and erect. He heard her gasps, feeling her push into him and her leg wrap around him. Instinctively, he took as much of her breast into his mouth as possible, a louder moan escaped from her and she gave a more insistent buck. When he came up for air, she grabbed his face with both hands, kissed him hard, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth.
He pulled away going back to her breasts; they felt so good but Essie had ideas of her own; he felt her palms run down his back pulling him against her; now it was his turn to grind against her and it felt good. He stopped suddenly and looked at her.
"Is this okay?" He asked breathlessly.
"Huh, huh.." she squirmed underneath him, reaching for him.
She felt his hesitation and a lack of confidence distracting her, for a second.
He moved and lay on his left side using his right hand to stroke up the inside one of her thighs and down the other and back. He slowly pulled her panties down, as she lifted her hips, letting him remove them, throwing them to join the bra, somewhere. He slowly pushed her thighs apart, dropping one of his legs over hers, holding it down; he didn't have to push hard as she opened readily for him. He stroked the inside of her thighs until he got to her, putting first one, then two fingers inside.
Preparation- he recalled.
He heard her whimper, as she bucked against him, arching her back in anticipation, as the pleasure built, struggling to feel more. He moved his fingers inside her until she she took his hand, stopping him.
"I.." he hesitated.
"Just there." she placed his hand exactly where it needed to be; he found what he was looking for, rubbing circles with his thumb, her pleasure rocketed and Essie let out a moan from the back of her throat, as she arched her back pressing her head into the pillow.
No one had ever made her feel this good, this fast.
Maze watched her intently, gauging the effects of his fingers as he worked her. He could see her squirming with pleasure. She pushed herself to sit up and look at him; reaching out she tried to drag him towards her, she couldn't remember when he had finally undressed and she started to stroke him. He hissed.
He covered her hand with his and removed it.
"Maze?"
"I….." he muttered "and…..this..." He stopped and looked down, he now radiated uncertainty.
"What…?"
"It's….."
The silence felt like an eternity, she guessed the reason for this hesitation. She had been so caught up in her own need, she never considered his background, making assumptions about the confident Captain currently in her bed, pleasuring her.
"It's okay Maze, we're just getting to know each other."
His head dropped between her neck and shoulder.
"You ready?" she asked quietly.
"Yes."
She put her hand on either side of his face, pulled him to her and gave him a deep lingering kiss. "Then do it." she whispered, lying back to shuffle underneath him. He moved, bracing himself with his arms either side of her, while she directed him with her hand. He hesitated again, then entered her slowly, pushing experimentally. Both gasped, with this new feeling.
Maze felt her warmth and wetness surround him; it was like nothing he had ever felt before. He moved slowly, feeling her reactions to him. Feeling her moving with him.
As his instincts took over, he thrust in harder, building up a rhythm. Essie matched his thrusts, grasping his biceps, her fingers digging in hard.
The noises of pleasure she made, pushed his control to the limit. Finally she cried out, arching her back, pushing into him more, her head thrown back. She may have even left bruises on him. Slowly she came down, murmuring his name and suddenly he came, his own orgasm, as intense as he ever felt. When it finally subsided he lay still on top of her, Essie slowly stroking his back, nose in the crook of his neck, whilst they caught their breath.
Eventually, they disentangled themselves and Maze lay on his back with his arms behind his head; Essie nestled next to him resting her head on his chest. Her hand absentmindedly running up and down his abs.
She looked up at him, then kissed his unshaven jaw. "You look smug."
"I do not." he retorted in an offended tone.
"Do."
He snorted.
"Should do." she wanted to confirm something.
He turned to face her; she persisted. "I just wish you'd told me."
"Told you what?"
"Everyone has to have a first time." Essie ventured.
He grunted.
"When you think about it. It's my first time too." she continued.
He frowned.
"With you. Everyone is different."
There was silence. Perhaps she shouldn't have mentioned it but she hadn't thought, or rather felt that he was so sensitive about it.
"You….are my first." he said slowly.
"Really?"
Maze hated firsts, firsts of anything. He liked knowing what he was doing, which came from experience but this was different.
"Not even a 'quickie' in an alley?" she quipped.
He shook his head, "I took advice, I wanted it to be enjoyable for you." she felt ashamed for bringing it up now, wishing she hadn't said anything.
"It was. Very. It didn't feel like your first time."
"Expert are you?"
"No, not really. But flattered."
"Huh." more of an expert than him.
She ignored him, "You sure it was your first time?" trying to turn it into banter.
He snorted. " Why?"
"It was good." She nearly said the best because no one had made her feel that good in a long time.
"Fek! It was, wasn't it." he replied, Essie giggled and propped her chin on his chest. "So advice from whom?" She asked.
He grunted again.
"Sometimes getting you to admit something is like trying get blood out of a stone."
"Huh."
"Where did you get the advice?" she pushed him.
"Ne'tra." He didn't tell her where Ne'tra got it.
"You must thank him for me." she said, as she twisted strands of his chest hair around her finger.
She felt the rumble of restrained laughter bubbling in his chest, as he carefully removed her hand and kissed her palm.
"Like fuck I will."
She smiled as she lay her head back down on his chest.
Maze stroked her hair, thinking about next time. There was a lot in the document Ne'tra sent and he only read the basics, chapters one to three.
"Have you ever had a quickie, in an alley?" he asked, he felt a chuckle before she replied.
"No…but I'm open to offers."
He snorted.
Bloody Devro.
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They dozed, entangled together, Maze pulled her back into his chest, his hands resting on her breasts and stomach. She woke as she felt him gently sucking along her shoulder, his erection pushing into her back.
She couldn't remember falling asleep like this; they must have moved together in the night. She glanced at the chrono. 01:09.
"Beautiful back and amazing bloody arse." he ground against her, placing kisses down her back and back up to her shoulder where he sucked hard.
"Barbell squats."
She pushed back at him.
"I can imagine." his hand slid, along her backside, between her legs, lifting one up and finding her. She felt him groan, as he pushed his fingers in and repeated exactly what she had shown him last night. She reacted, pushing back at him. His angle was just right and the feeling of pleasure was building rapidly.
His other hand was squeezing her breasts and she could feel him pushing against her; she lifted her leg higher. He adjusted himself before pushing in slowly, his thumb rubbing circles on her.
"Gods Maze." she gasped, as he pulled out just as slowly. One arm caged her as the other held her to him and he pushed in slowly again; the angle was exquisite, as each of his movements sent a current of pleasure through her. She pushed back against him to gain more, turning to kiss him.
He changed angle slightly and that was it, he held her tightly, as she cried out, the pleasure reaching a crescendo so quickly, as she came down from her high, he sped up, thrusts stuttering until he came, groaning into the crook of her neck.
His arms wrapped around her, keeping her pressed tightly to him, as they regained their breath.
"Oh Maze." she whispered, before turning to kiss him.
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Essie woke and turned over in bed; there was an empty space next to her. Maze was gone. She wondered if she had dreamt the previous night, then felt the stickiness between her legs and turned on her back. Her comlink was blinking.
"Have an early meeting. Didn't want to wake you. Maze."
She lay back smiling.
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ARCA Barracks
Maze strode along the corridor with the usual pile of datapads. He had sifted the ones appropriate for the General to see and sign, namely the ones from the Jedi Council, and GAR HQ. The more mundane, requests for referral to ARC training, assignments of said ARC's etc., he had dealt with himself.
It was the usual osik—important communications—he mentally corrected himself. It wouldn't do for the general to pick up on what he really thought of some of the documents that were sent to him. Especially given the number of men he had under his command and some of the remits that he was given.
Especially from the Chancellor.
He turned the corner and nodded to Bralor and Tay'haai, as they walked towards him.
"Sargeant's."
"Captain." They replied in unison.
"The new intake." he handled them each a datapad. This would save him time later. They were a couple of the better ones, and Gilamar. It was Skirata he just didn't have any time for.
Bralor and Tay'haai nodded before heading towards the training ground.
"I swear that one looks more like Fett every day. He has that look about him." Rav commented.
"Which one."
"The one you didn't argue with."
"Thought they all had that. I've heard that Maze is more reasonable than most, for an Alpha. Unaltered Fett."
"Atin'la shabuir, all the Alpha's are. Fett made them that way." Rav continued.
"And what did we do?"
"Mev'en?"
"You know what I mean."
"Mhi ven gotal'ur val ori'beskaryc." She replied, he always made her feel guilty but she had answered her Mandalor's call and she wouldn't apologise for that.
"Cyare?"
There he was again, dragging up the past, "Copaani mirshmure'cye, vod?"
"And now we're here again." he finished.
They reached the training ground. There they were, another one hundred of the best CT's. The ones that had shown the best promise.
"Poor shabuire."
"Mhi gotal'ur val ori'beskaryc ." Rav said, before stepping forward to introduce herself, she could see the looks on the clones faces. There had been rumours going around as who they would get to train them; some looked relieved, others concerned. She would have to train them to have Maze's face. It was good start, good to have an example.
"Okay ladies. If you thought it was bad before, you ain't seen nothin' yet."
She heard Wad'e snort next her. Just wait till they saw him with the bes'kad; that was a sight to behold.
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Maze walked straight into Zey's office, the door was open and stopped once he entered; he wasn't expecting to see Ordo and Skirata sitting there. He nodded.
"Captain." Skirata acknowledged him.
"Sargeant."
Now what did he want?
"Captain." Maze acknowledged Ordo, who nodded in reply.
He and Ordo didn't need to do any more, the understanding was there, since the CSF Club; he momentarily wondered where the Treasury Agent was, if she was still around.
Or dead.
He could see Zey and Skirata watching the two clones closely; both he and Ordo gave nothing away. There was nothing to give.
Maze wanted to smile, Skirata thought he knew all about the Nulls, how they thought and felt, perhaps Ordo liked to have his own thoughts occasionally. His own decisions, his own secrets. Nobody could tell an ARC exactly what to think, or what to feel. The Treasury Agent was proof of that.
He really hoped she wasn't dead.
He handed out the datapads.
"Latest intel on Grievous from everyone and the extrapolated numbers of droids the CIS are expected to have, based on the numbers from Republic Intel." he looked at Skirata, nothing changed on his face. He made no comment; the man had the best Sabacc face outside the Clone army. Maze would give him that.
The men all looked at the numbers on the datapads.
"The figures don't make sense." commented Zey.
The three other men exchanged glances.
"What can we do about it, gentlemen?"
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Atin'la shabuir - stubborn fucker
Mev'en - What?
Copaani mirshmure'cye, vod? - Are you looking for a smack in the face, mate?
Mhi gotal'ur val ori'beskaryc. - We made/make them hard.