Feigning sleep he leaned back against the couch back waiting, fighting the urge to smile. Tilting his head back, he watched through slit eyelids and watched her emerge from the stairs and look around. She looked him over and an indulgent smile curved her mouth while he strained to keep a straight face.
She changed the music to something slower with a deep sultry rhythm. As she tidied up she swayed to it, her shoulders and hips flowing with the beat. He could hear her singing softly, her normally throaty voice even more beguiling when set to music. He struggled to stay alert hoping for the chance to put his idea in motion.
It wasn't until she'd cleaned up the common area that she approached him. He felt her hand stroke over his shoulder before shaking lightly. "Torian," she murmured, "You up?"
He reached up and clasped her hand, holding it to his collarbone while using his other to tug the back of her legs closer. He opened his eyes and he smiled up at her, drinking in the surprised pleasure on her face as she fell straddling his lap.
"Gotcha," he said and as they traded grins, he could see her hunter's nature appreciated the fact that he'd been lying in wait.
"Yup, you did," she agreed, her voice husky as a low flame burned in her golden eyes. "Now what?" The heat he saw in them was searing, urging him into action. Sliding his hand up her back he pulled her to him, swiping his tongue up her throat before meeting her lips with his.
The salt of her skin lingered on his lips, blending with the faint burn of alcohol on her tongue and the warm sweetness that had to be her natural taste. She sighed as she responded eagerly, settling further into his lap. The hunger he felt seemed to be just as strong in her, her breath hitching as she rubbed against him.
Their mouths still feasting on each other, he released her hand so both of his would be free to roam her curves. He slid them up over her breasts, then down to her legs before grasping her ass and pulling her tighter to him. She moaned into his mouth while devouring it, their teeth raking together. The noises she made were driving him wild, needy little whimpers that told him this was as out of control for her as it was to him.
Torian broke off the kiss and ran his mouth down her throat, feeling her shudder. His hands at her rear pulled again causing her hips to rock and rubbing her against him. She was gasping for breath as he repeated the movement, rocking her again, then again, mimicking what he'd ached to do.
Kissing lower, he was able to nudge aside the fabric of her shirt and press his mouth to the upper swells of her breasts. Her thighs tightened around his as one of her hands ran through his hair and her other worked on unbuttoning his shirt. Still holding her tight he twisted until they were lying on the narrow couch, his mouth at her skin while she writhed beneath him. He felt his shirt drape open, her hands soft and fevered as they surveyed his chest then dropped to unbutton her own top.
Smiling at the skin she'd exposed he kept licking, tasting, enjoying the textural contrast against his lips of the lacy bra she wore and the softness it covered. Pulling one hardened tip into his mouth through the fabric and sucking caused her to gasp and buck under him, her fingers grasping tighter in his hair as he did it again, trying to see if he could repeat the reaction.
There was a sharp yank as he felt her urge him upward until his face was above hers, and she smiled into his eyes as she caught his mouth with hers. Still moving rapidly, he groaned into the kiss as her hands stroked down his stomach and unfastened his pants. Things were moving fast but he didn't want it to stop, groaning again as she freed him and stroked his hardness with one hand then started unfastening her own pants with the other.
Feeling her shift beneath him, he lifted enough to let her peel off her own pants and underwear, practically growling as he smoothed his hands down the silky skin of her legs. He reached up, clenching a hand in her short brown hair while he slid a hand between them and stroked her center, almost losing himself at the sensation of the warm wetness. He rubbed himself against her as their tongues kept gliding over each other, ignoring the fact that they were thrashing half-naked in plain sight of anyone who cared to come up the stairs. When her moans became too much to resist he entered her in one brisk thrust and was instantly wrapped in pleasure.
Lips still locked, they shared panted breaths as their bodies moved together and her hands roamed frenzied over him. The heat of her was overwhelming and he gasped as he felt her tighten around him. He felt driven, forced to keep moving and addicted to the bliss of being within her. Her legs wrapped around him as she kept moaning in rapture and he was exhilarated at knowing he'd caused those noises. Finally his body was pushed into the chasm he hadn't realized he'd been on the brink of and he convulsed inside her.
He tensed as he broke from their kiss, burying his face in her hair and breathing in her warm sweet scent. Shuddering, he descended from the heights of passion and sunk down half covering her. Her hands dug into his shoulders kneading the muscles as he tightened his arms around her and they both sighed. Feeling weakened from the surge of desire, he rested his head on her shoulder, noticing how natural it felt.
"Cyare," he whispered, his eyes closing and he felt her sigh again.
"Oh Torian," he heard as she shook his shoulder lightly, then harder.
"Torian," he heard her murmur. "You up?"
Opening his eyes his vision was filled with the golden depths of hers, gentle and concerned. He jolted upward on the couch looking down at his clothed body in confusion. A dream, he realized, the most vivid and intense dream he could remember but still just a dream. "Something wrong?" Sinn's brow was furrowed, looking worried as he failed to answer and he forced himself to shake off the heated memories.
"It's fine," his voice was hoarse from sleep. "Must have dozed off." The worried lines fled her face as she straightened.
"Sorry 'bout that, Lil'bit needed some help to her bunk after we visited the refresher. At least she made it that far." Humor sparkled in her eyes as she asked, "So, good dream?" He gulped and forced himself not to look at his lap, praying that his shirt hid just how good his dream was.
"Uh yeah, good dream." Was all he said and she reached down holding out her hand.
"Looked like one," she said. "You were smilin', almost wasn't gonna wake you up. But this couch is too hard to get a decent night's sleep. C'mon."
Her fingers wrapped around his and for an instant he was tempted to pull her to him, make his dream a reality. Instead he let her urge him up and lead him to the stairs, noticing she kept holding his hand as they walked down to the crew quarters.
"Guess this is good-night," she said as they stopped at the base of the stairs. He nodded quickly, not sure if he could trust his voice, but when she squeezed his hand he squeezed back. She craned up to kiss his cheek, her eyes still warm with a teasing glint in them as she smiled before turning to head up the stairs.
It was the glint that made him call out, "Sinn?" and he waited until she faced him then slid his hand behind her neck, drawing her to him for a kiss.
She stiffened for just a moment then ran her hands up his shoulders and cupped his face. Her mouth moved soft and slow against his, unlike the fevered heat of his dream but better. He felt her mouth open slightly, her tongue touching his lips, and he parted them to let hers in. His hands followed the curve of her back downward, until he could grasp her waist and hold her tightly to him.
Her quiet moan vibrated against his lips as she pressed herself to him, moving a hand back to ruffle his hair with her fingers. Delicious, he thought with a smile, like being drizzled with uj syrup. For a moment his hands gripped tighter as he pictured pouring the sweet syrup over her body then licking it off, but just as he was about to push the kiss further she backed off, staying in his arms with her face still close to his.
"Damn Baby," she breathed as she met his eyes, "You have had a bit to drink tonight."
He smiled back at her, leaning in to give her another kiss, but she broke it off quickly and pulled him down to touch his forehead to hers. Still hungry for the flavor of her skin he kissed down, nibbling her throat. "Uh huh," was all he could articulate as his mouth kept moving, unwilling to stop tasting her.
She shivered in his arms, pressing herself to him again before she leaned back. A hand was placed on each of his cheeks as she lifted his face so their eyes would meet and sighed, her eyes imploring as they gazed into his. Then she gave him another light kiss, "Torian, please I have the biggest favor to ask. Can we put this on hold?" With his body still reacting to hers, the request confused then stung him.
"You don't want to?"
The bitter note in his voice was undeniable as he tried pulling back only to remain caught be her hands. Her eyes flamed as she drew his mouth back to hers, kissing with the fevered heat of his dream and burning away any doubts he had. He met it head on, kissing back with everything he had, every ounce of desire. It was only after they were both gasping that she shifted back, stroking the side of his face with her cheek.
"Oh Baby, please, I want." The word was so heated he was surprised it didn't singe his ear as she pressed against him again. "It's taking every bit of me not to pull you to my bunk." He smiled at her confession, and as she gazed into his eyes hers glowed at him and she gave him a light kiss before sighing again.
"But I'm thinking we should sleep this off. I don't want one night 'cause of too many drinks, too easy to question if it's real." She nestled into him and he could feel her heartbeat fluttering before syncing up with the fast but steady rhythm of his. "I want you," she whispered. "But no doubts or regrets."
"Whatever happens, count me in," he replied honestly.
She snuggled further into him at his response, then backed up to touch her forehead to his again. He realized he enjoyed the gesture, her height keeping her cheeks, lips, everything he'd want to kiss in easy reach. She was smiling with her eyes closed as she sighed against his mouth.
"You and me, like this. Just feels right," Opening her eyes, the amber gaze shone into his, "We'll talk in the morning, hash things out, 'kay?"
She gave him another kiss, slow and lingering, and it felt like she was pouring her heart into it. When she pulled back, she ran her thumb over his lips. Craning up again she rubbed her nose to his and the sweet playful gesture kept him grinning. She backed away looking like she was about to head back up the stairs but stopped, turning to him with her eyes gleaming.
"Alright, one more."
She sped back to him and gave him a kiss that could have melted his beskar. He moved fast to catch her in his arms, returning the kiss with just as much heat, the both of them chuckling. When they were breathless again she pulled away giving him another smoldering grin.
"There'll be more where that came from," she purred then hurried up the stairs to her own room as he headed to the crew quarters.
Gault's snores told him he'd managed to avoid a round of teasing for coming back to his own bunk instead of going to hers. The images from his dream still taunted him, but thinking about Sinn's kisses he could be content to wait until morning. She was worth doing things right he thought as he settled into his bunk. He smiled as he fell asleep for the second time of the night, swearing he could feel the beat of another heart next to his own.