An: In case you aren't good with subtleties, Quinn's first odd jobs weren't with the Spectres. She was instead tricked into slavery and taught the sex trade. This chapter has graphic sexual content. Really. SMUT contained here.

Quinn cried in the refresher for some time before realizing all she wanted was to keep feeling wanted. If that meant she had to keep using the skills she'd learned in her time of sexual slavery... She'd do it. Mind made up she cleaned her face, squeezing some drops in her eyes to make them less red and waiting for the bags under her eyes to stop puffing up. I have to make sure I'm worth something to Hera and Kanan. I have to remind them why they...want me in their bed.

She exited the refresher, seeing Ezra eating some of Hera's ice cream. She shook her head at him and didn't even make eye contact with the lasat standing by the door as brushed past. She had to find Kanan.

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Kanan was woken by crashing noises in the galley and figuring a vague idea of what was going on, he got up. "Q." A sleepy Hera groaned, hugging her pillow closer.

"No, but I'll go see." Kanan pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. The galley was empty except for Ezra and Zeb, who seemed to be waiting for the refresher. From inside it emanated waves of disgust and sadness as well as the sounds of crying and Quinn being sick to her stomach.

"Alright, Ezra what happened here?" Kanan asked, crossing his arms.

Ezra, in the middle of stealing Hera's ice cream looked up, orange globs dripping from the corner of his mouth. "I dunno. There was a ruckus so me and Zeb came to look."

"She tried to eat meat like her brother suggested and she got sick." Zeb gestured to the half-eaten, mostly uncooked steak on the table. "She's vegetarian, remember? Maybe there were more reasons than what she shared with us."

Kanan huffed quietly. "She'll come looking for me. Ezra, I wouldn't eat all of Hera's sweet stuffs." He went then to the spot where he liked to meditate at night, the cockpit. Sure enough, she joined him moments later smelling freshly washed and slid her arms around his neck from behind, nibbling her way down to his shoulder. He allowed this to continue for a moment until Quinn crawled around into his lap, reaching a hand into his trousers.

"Q." He gently stopped her with his fingers around her wrist. "We don't bury feelings with sex, remember?"

Her voice came low and desperate as she finally looked him in the eyes. "Caleb, please." It was a whisper, so quiet it was nearly squeaked. He let go of her hand, making sure she could see on his face this wasn't over as he pulled her in for a kiss. My real name.

"We'll talk about this later, Quinn." He let her kiss him, gave her his usual passion and paid attention to the things she was feeling in an attempt to try and discern what was going on. Quinn lowered her head and freed his cock, taking Kanan into her mouth and beginning to bob her head. Kanan let out a soft groan, waving a hand to lock the cockpit door. It wouldn't do for Ezra to walk in on this. Quinn was making noises too, vibrating Kanan's shaft with an intent and purpose.

Kanan laced his fingers into Quinn's shorter hair, tugging gently the way she liked. Quinn moaned more, the massaging wet warmth of her mouth spasming. She flicked her eyes up to meet his and Kanan understood. She wanted to keep going, to take his climax and swallow it. Gauging her current limit Kanan flexed his hips and nudged the tip of his cock against the back of Quinn's throat. Quinn relaxed her throat momentarily before sucking with a renewed hunger, moaning continuously. Kanan released down her throat with a full-bodied shudder and gasped aloud as she suckled him through it.

Excited now, he stood and kicked off his trousers, pushing her to the floor while he checked for any resistance. None. Quinn was entirely willing to do anything at the moment. "Take off your pants." She wiggled out of some pajama shorts that were definitely Hera's and opened her legs for him. Kanan hovered over Quinn, taking two fingers and slipping them into her slit and crooking them. Quinn arched up from the sensation, or she would've if she weren't being held carefully in place by the Force.

Quinn mewled and squeezed around Kanan's fingers. "What's wrong? You want another? You have to use your words, Q."

Quinn moaned incoherently as he nudged his fingers against the spot that was driving her crazy. He began a quick stroking motion and Quinn finally spoke. "Want...want you inside me. Enough foreplay. Use me already."

Use me? Kanan felt unease at this and debated pulling back entirely. But without knowing the reason, pulling back could make whatever this is worse. She clearly needs this validation I still want her. We are going to have some serious words, though. Kanan pulled his hand away and with some adjustment, lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, using the other hand to slot himself inside her. Then Kanan thrust, filling her with himself. Quinn yelped and he captured her lips in a kiss, treating her no different than he usually did.

They writhed together, a quivering mess of limbs and pleasure. Kanan focused on his breathing and painstakingly held back his orgasm until he felt hers flooding her senses. They came together and...Quinn started crying. Gently disengaging he unlocked the door and pulled her close, getting themselves redressed and stroking her back until she calmed enough to go back to sleep. This was how Hera found the two of them. Her lips were pursed.

"What's going on with Q?"

Kanan heaved a sigh and locked the door again before turning on the ship's venting to cover what he was about to say. "About two hours ago Quinn came in here and started applying her attention to me. She begged for sex, called me by my real name. It seemed off and the things she said rubbed me the wrong way. Do you remember how she was hypersexual in the early days our triplicity?"

Hera looked unenthused. "Of course. We had to explain to Quinn that even if there was no sex being had, we still wanted her around. She expressed suprise and then told us she just liked having sex because she was really good at it."

"We never questioned how she got so good. She was barely into adulthood when we met." They both glanced at her.

"I assumed she was made to do things to settle a debt and it wasn't my place to ask if she wasn't ready." Hera shrugged, sitting in her pilot's chair.

"Maybe we should. It seems to be tied to her dislike of the taste of blood which is directly keeping her from the diet her altered DNA requires to be healthy."

"When she wakes, we sit her down." Hera was firm. "She has to talk for her own good."

"It won't work." Ezra said from the doorway he'd just unlocked. "I remember that about her. You can't push Quinn to confrontations. She'll run. It's why she left home the second time. She didn't want to answer mom and dad's questions about where she'd gone the first time and where all that money came from."

"What do we do then, Ezra?" Kanan decided to give the kid the benefit of the doubt.

"We take her someone she can't help but remember. Then she'll run to the two of you for comfort. You can call it a mission even."

"But where is the sex trade at its stronger?"

"Valentia. On Jelucan. Or Nar Shadaa, maybe." This was Sabine, who also seemed to have heard more than she needed to. In the crowded room, Hera and Kanan linked hands, looking deep into each other's eyes.

"We can't give our best to the Resistance if our team is distracted." Hera reasoned.

"My thoughts exactly." Kanan touched his forehead briefly to hers. "Set a course, Captain Syndulla."