Okay, apparently I wasn't done with these two yet. ;)

Something wakes me in the middle of the night. I try to sit up and reach for the blaster I always keep beside my bed, but there's a heavy weight on my chest and I can't reach. I stretch my arm out, but can't find my bedside table, let alone the blaster. I can hear noises, close by, but I can't move.

There's a soft gasp beside me, a choked voice muttering words I can't understand, and suddenly I remember. Arkanesh. I'm in a room in the cantina, with Arkanesh.

He jerks beside me, rolling over and dragging half the blankets with him. I can just barely see his face in the glow of the safety strips around the doorframe. He's frowning, brows drawn together, muttering incomprehensible words and phrases. One hand is balled into a fist and the other lifts like he's trying to push something away. Nightmares. I can understand that.

"Kanesh?" I say softly, but he doesn't seem to hear me. I call his name a little louder, rolling towards him and touching his shoulder gently. His eyes snap open and he throws a punch at me. It's weak and uncoordinated and I manage to duck the worst of it, but still mutter a curse as his fist catches me above the ear.

"Corso?" he asks in confusion, pushing himself up on his elbows to look down at me.

"Hi," I say, rubbing the side of my head absently.

"Did I punch you?" He looks embarrassed.

"Not very hard." He straightens his arms, dropping his head back onto his pillow with a grunt. "Nightmares?"

He nods, turning his head to look at me in the dim light. "Yeah, sorry."

"Did you want to talk about it?"

His mouth twists wryly. "Not really." I can understand that. I'm not sure there's anyone in the militia who hasn't had a nightmare or two. We usually try to forget them as quick as we can when we wake up. "Sorry I woke you. And sorry about..." He waves his hand vaguely towards the side of my head. "Go back to sleep."

"It's okay, really." I prop my head up on my hand and look down at him. "Are you going to be able to get back to sleep?"

He shrugs. "Maybe."

I roll onto my stomach and throw an arm across his chest. I kiss his shoulder before resting my head on it. "Try. I'll stay here, if you want me to."

He lifts his hand and laces his fingers with mine. "Thanks, Corso." My eyes are already getting heavy again, so I let them slide closed. I fall asleep to the rhythm of his heartbeat under my ear.

The bed is empty the next time I wake up, but the door to the 'fresher is closed and I can hear someone moving around in there. I roll onto my back and stretch, the sheet slipping down my chest. It feels like it's properly morning this time, even though there's no window where I could check the sun, and my datapad is across the room somewhere. Wherever my pants are.

I reach up to brighten the lights a bit as the door hisses open. Arkanesh is framed in the doorway, naked. I feel a stirring of interest below the sheets, and notice a corresponding twitch in him as his eyes roam over my chest. "Now that's a nice view," he murmurs, sauntering slowly towards the bed so I can look my fill.

I sit up when he gets closer and grab his hand. He follows easily when I pull him down against me for a kiss. "Good morning," I say against his lips.

"It is indeed," he replies, straddling my hips and pushing me down flat to the bed again. He braces his hands on either side of my head and kisses me again, sliding his tongue into my mouth. I shiver at the slick heat of it and arch up against him.

"Kanesh," I moan softly, wrapping my arms around him. I stroke my fingertips over his back and down slowly. He shifts against me, breathing faster and pressing open-mouthed kisses along the side of my neck as my hands cup his ass and squeeze. The tight muscles there clench under my fingers and he bites down on my collarbones.

"Do that again," he whispers against my skin, so I oblige him. My fingers massage firmly, exploring the taut curves. He's definitely enjoying, based on what I can feel pressed against me. So am I. It's nice to have the time and the space to do this. With Theran, any groping we managed during our make-out sessions was hurried and through several layers of clothes.

He squirms against me, making me moan, and then he's pulling the sheets aside and his skin is on mine. I gasp and arch up at the feeling. I can't believe how warm his skin is. I can feel sweat spring up where we're pressed together, which is pretty much everywhere.

"I want you," he whispers against my ear. "I don't care if I'm in you or you're in me, but I need to feel you, Corso."

I blink up at him, a slow blush spreading across my cheeks and down my chest. I know what he means; I've watched a few holos before. I just don't know if I'm ready for that yet. I don't know which to choose. Arkanesh has lifted his head so he can watch the slow swirl of thoughts cross my face, then he dips down to kiss me.

"You top," he murmurs against my lips, taking the choice in his own hands. One of those hands slides down between us and I gasp at the feel of his fingers around me. "I want to feel this in me."

I groan, my mind unable to focus on anything past how good this hand feels on me and the mental images his words have conjured up. I rock my hips up slowly as he deepens the kiss, then hook a leg around his and roll him over to pin him under me. He grins up at me and licks his lips and I nip gently at his tongue. "Show me what do to," I say shyly, ducking my head when I feel myself blushing again. This is getting ridiculous.

Arkanesh seems to like it though, stroking his thumb over my flushed cheek. "Let me up. There's some lotion in the 'fresher."

I roll off him, groaning at the loss of his fingers around me, though I appreciate the view as he moves away. He's back quickly, a small bottle in his hand. He tosses it to me and I pull the stopper out. I was worried it would be flowery-smelling but it actually doesn't smell like much at all. I guess it makes sense, since they never know who'll be renting their rooms and some people wouldn't appreciate smelling like flowers.

Arkanesh settles back down beside me, taking the bottle and dripping a generous amount of the lotion into my palm. He presses the stopper back in and tucks the bottle against the headboard so we won't lose it. "Relax, Corso," he laughs softly and I realize how tense my shoulders are. He closes a hand over mine, massaging my palm gently and smoothing the lotion over my fingers. Once they're well-coated, he hooks one leg over my hip and leans up to kiss me. He nudges my hand downwards and I trace it slowly along his spine. He arches up against me, panting. "Just go slow. One at a time. I'll tell you when I'm ready for more."

I'm too turned on to be blushing now. I'm as hard as I was last night, which is saying something. I reach both hands down, one wrapping around the curve of his ass and gripping tight, and the other sliding slowly down his cleft. He moans against my neck, pushing his hips up. I explore further, and finally find what I'm looking for. I'm surprised how much resistance there is at first but then he opens up and my finger is inside him. He's hot and tight and I can't imagine how I'm going to fit more fingers in him, let alone anything else.

He's rocking his hips up, pushing my finger deeper. I shift down a little so I can reach better and thrust carefully into him. "Yes!" he gasps, wiggling against me in a very distracting way. "That's perfect, keep doing that."

I look down at him. His eyes are screwed shut, his mouth open as he pants hotly against my skin. It's the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen.

"More," he whispers after a few minutes. It takes a bit of work - I'm afraid of hurting him - but I eventually manage. He whimpers and rocks faster against me. He's hard against my hip and I nearly shoot when he moans my name. I'm not sure how much longer I'm going to last.

"Kanesh," I whisper shakily. He looks up at me, pupils blown wide, and sees how desperate I am for him.

"I'm ready," he tells me, squirming down against my fingers one last time and then lifting up suddenly. He fumbles for the lotion and when his slick hand curls around me I have to bite my lip hard to keep from shooting right then. His fingers grip tight around me and I take a few deep breaths to try to back myself away from the edge. "Corso?" he asks softly.

I look up at him and nod. "I'm ready. I need you," I tell him and he groans. I'm expecting him to move away but he just straddles my hips and presses down against me.

The feel of him around me is incredible - hot, tight, amazing. But it's the sight of him, head thrown back to bare his long, pale throat, lips parted as he moans my name, a light sheen of sweat over his smoothly muscled chest and straining thighs, that nearly undoes me.

"Kanesh!" I gasp. He's arched back, hips grinding slowly as he seats himself fully on me. He tips his head down to look at me and I can see pleasure in his eyes. He lifts up a bit and rocks back down and I'm reduced to incoherent moaning. My hands find his hips and we manage a rhythm that mostly synchs up.

I'm a little worried that my grip on his hips might be leaving bruises on his pale skin as I thrust up into him but he doesn't seem to mind. If anything, he starts to move faster on me, and then my brain melts as he slides a hand down his chest to wrap around his length. I slam up into him and I think I see stars.