Walon went to sleep shivering—and woke up so hard he ached with it, the body pressing backwards against him burning against his erection. He moaned when she trembled, his hand already fastened around one of those pert breasts, the nipple just as erect as it had been the night before when they'd been soaked and freezing.

"Walon…"

"Oh, fek," he murmured against her ear. Nuzzled her neck. "Say my name like that again," he demanded.

She gasped and he realized he'd woken her. Her body tension changed, the way she breathed went from quiet to erratic against his racing heartbeat.

"Morning, gorgeous," he huffed, shifting to look at her when she half-rolled. Her movement robbed him of her heat and gave him a better view of the momentary confusion in her eyes.

"Wha-what?"

He reached out, realizing she was flushed and breathless, and felt her forehead with the back of his hand. She frowned and jerked her head away.

"Just checking," he told her.

"Checking what?"

"Want to make sure I was the one who put the bloom in those cheeks." He rocked his pelvis into her. Watched her blush and lick her lips. His eyes feasted on the sight. When she didn't scream stop!rape! or any such thing he bent his face toward her. Watched her eyes, then her lips. "Say my name again. Say my name just like that again."

"What?" she asked, just before his mouth closed over hers.

She responded, moving back toward him, wrapping those long fekking arms around his neck and arching her hips against his. Moaned again when his hand returned to cup her breast through the thin undergarment she'd worn.

Her leg came up, around his, the little pink toes sliding up the back of his leg. His dick twitched and he groaned, dragging himself over her to be rewarded by her soft little yipping noises. Hell yeahhh. He fastened his mouth to her neck, her throat. Lower, pushing aside the straps that held her like an offering. Closed his mouth on the nipple he'd so shabbily ignored thus far. Was rewarded by a gasp that had her bowing up under him.

"Now would be the time to call halt on this," he groaned against her when her nails bit into his shoulders.

"Why?" she asked, her voice thick and nearly sobbing.

"I'm not going to be able to. And I'm going to last maybe ten seconds when I get inside you. So if you want me to stop…"

"Don't stop. Please, don't stop…"

"So the lady's giving the orders this morning," he teased. Bit. Lathed his tongue around and around and around the swollen bud. Suckled. Grazed his teeth over her again and then sucked down hard. Her hands came up to catch his hair and she whimpered. He switched sides, took his time torturing her with his mouth while his hand rolled the one he'd already slickened beneath the pad of his thumb.

"You are so fekking hot," he whispered. Her mouth was hungry when his lips found hers again. She whimpered against his onslaught. Her hands traced over him, clutched at him, ran down his spine to drag his ass closer to her. "Oh, yeahh," he agreed with a grunt.

Her thighs were trembling, clenched tight, as he traced his hand down. Her body lifted toward him, offering him that final goal he sought. He'd known she was already tuned up when he'd woken, stiff against her softness. It took his breath away to realize how wet she'd gotten that fast, though. He shoved at the barriers between them. Cupped around her warmth while her legs scissored to rid herself of the thin body glove she'd pulled on the afternoon before. His hands shoved at her bra, baring her completely to him before he returned to that mound that guarded her secrets.

One finger slipped in, then the second. She rocked up against him, panting for him.

"Say my name again."

"Vau…"

"Walon," he corrected.

"Wha-Walon."

He upped the pace, stroking that channel inside her, his body humping against her in parody as she met him stroke for stroke.

"Please, please, please…"

She chanted it. Like he was going to stop now.

He watched her toss her head, all that hair piled up in some bundle. It would be a tangled mess, as wet as they'd been the night before. Hell. The heat she was generating, it was a damned miracle the bedroll hadn't burned up beneath them yet.

"Dara-Elle," he groaned. "Jesu. Look at you."

She shook her head at him, opening her eyes to stare up at him.

"Yes. I'm after looking at you. Say my name again."

"Walon."

He growled, ducking his head to her shoulder. Felt her clamp around him. Felt the way her breathing all but stopped before the high-pitched cry was torn from her lips.

He shoved at himself, feeling the relief as he swung free from the thin body-shorts he wore. Sheathed himself with a shout of triumph and felt her clamp down around his dick this time. She was tight. Tighter than he'd expected. And he sank to the hilt, balls-deep inside her with her body arched up, ready to take whatever he gave her.

"Oh, kriff," he hissed again. He sank onto one elbow. Hauled her thigh up with the other hand.

Began to pump, rocking hard into her with grunts even he could hear in his every breath.

She wasn't helping things, pulling at him, clutching at him with those long, clever fingers. He reached up, yanked on the knot of her hair, pulling the band from it. Now when she curled up toward him it flowed free and he could fist his own fingers through it, dragging her head back so he could mouth at her neck with the scent of it around him.

"Walon. Walon."

He nodded. Felt her coming apart around him. Gave up and rammed into her as hard and fast as he could. Three strokes. Two more.

He had to rear up as his belly clenched and he emptied himself into her.

He wasn't sure if he shouted or blacked out. If he screamed his pleasure or called her name as she sang his to him this time.

Both of them were trembling, shivering and shuddering, when he opened his eyes to look at her again.

She looked wrecked.

Her face was pale anyways and now, with those two spots of color on her cheeks and the wetness on those inky dark lashes—he was going to be condemned to one of the seven levels of hell.

He kissed her anyway. Kissed her long and slow and desperately.

She responded in kind, petting the back of his neck, threading her fingers through his hair.

He was so glad he hadn't made time to cut it when she stroked him that way.

"Holy gods almighty," he breathed across her face when he rested his brow against hers.

"So. I guess that's been building."

He nodded. "I guess. I won't be complaining about the rain now."

That made her laugh.

She patted his shoulders.

"You have to let me up," she demanded.

He shook his head, his jaw set.

"Yes," she breathed on a soft sound of amusement. "We have to get to…"

"I'm not done with you yet," he warned, his eyes languid when he lifted his face to look down at her again. He rolled his hips. Bent to take her lips again. "I'm not done with you yet."

The sun was well and truly up before he admitted that his bladder was full, too, and he had to let her up. Let her dress so she could step outside. His flight suit was still a sodden mess so he opted for the only other change of clothes he had with him.

"Seriously?" Vau hissed at the sight of the female Wookie sitting beside the campfire he'd given up on the night before.

N'Dara laughed as she slid past him. She stroked her fingertips over Enacca's briefly before stepping away for some privacy. Enacca yowled at him. Her voice rose and fell and she gesticulated wildly.

He leaned close to growl back at her under his breath. "You're a pervert. Maybe next time comm me that you're inbound. What are you even doing here?"

He just picked a tree and whipped it out. The Wookie obviously wasn't above lecturing him while he performed his daily ablutions. And Mird's traitorous little shebs was laid up on Enacca's shoulders like he was some overgrown stole.

Vau rocked his head back and forth. Coughed a little. Tried to ignore her.

Women were mouthy, no matter what race they were. To hell with all of them.

He tried to let the complaints wash over him as he set about breaking down the tent while N'Dara folded both blankets in her bedroll and stowed them in her pack. She blushed. Even prettier in the weak morning sun.

She wanted to know what he'd have done if it hadn't been her when he'd unzipped their pitiful shelter.

"I had my blaster handy enough." He put his hands on his hips. Stared at the furred creature when she argued with him. "I reload pretty fast."

Vau looked a little chagrinned. Chose not to respond to the Wookie's taunt about knowing all about him reloading his gun.

When Dara snorted he glanced over at her.

"Speak Shyrriwook? Might have been worth sharing…"

"Do you really think I'd be out here on my own if I needed a translator?"

The Wookie tipped her head back and crowed. No translator needed to hear the deep chuckles.