The Cabin

Naboo

After everything that happened Mayday was happy to finally have Hela to himself, selfish as it was. He lay on the bed, relaxed, sometimes he never realised how tired he was until he let himself or rather forced himself to relax, or Hela made him. His mind wandered, she had pulled away from his kiss, saying she needed to do something in the fresher.

He wondered if the others were truly as happy being here as he was but they hadn't demurred when he told them where they were going and made sure they understood it was voluntary 'training'.

He felt the bed sink slightly and he dragged his eyelids open to see her kneeling on the end before nudging his thighs apart. She knelt between his legs, wearing one of the silky nightdress things that he liked; he started to sit up.

"No." She said, as she dragged her hand up his calf, the effects of her touch went straight to his groin and he twitched; he let himself drop slowly back. Her other hand followed on the other side. Her eyes locked on his and he couldn't look away.

The ache concentrated in his lower stomach, as her hands, slowly, carefully, moved up his legs along the inside. He wanted her to go faster and then he didn't and then he did again. He moved to sit up once more. She shook her head and leaned forward pushing him back down with one finger on his sternum; he had his orders, he remained still, propped up on his elbows, until she cupped his balls in one hand and rolled them. He closed his eyes, unable to stop the moan he let out. She followed it up with her hand and within a few strokes he was getting hard.

He had gone from being totally relaxed to hard within a minute.

He leaned up, grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her into a messy kiss.

She pulled away much too soon, and dropped her head seconds later he felt why, and he dropped back with a hissed intake of breath, as she sucked and kissed around one hip, his crushed one, he realised but it didn't stop him bucking up a few inches.

He heard a soft "Huh!" Then she moved away from him and he felt a wet heat surround him.

He opened his eyes, he could see her head bobbing up and down on him. He reached out to touch her head, not pressing, just holding, just touching. Her hand reached for his other one, as his body struggled to accept the feelings, without reacting too violently. He tried to let them wash over him.

She knew exactly what he liked now and somehow she was holding him down or rather subconsciously he was letting her, as his arousal built up.

Reluctantly he pulled her off, "Too much!" Then gathering his scrambling thoughts, he pushed her to one side and climbed over her. She pulled him down into a wet demanding kiss, he was more than happy to indulge as he spread her legs wide, pushing her thighs down on the bed. He leaned over to kiss her, lined himself up and slid in deep.

"Argh!" She gasped, grabbing his biceps.

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Splicer lay on the incredibly comfortable bed, engrossed in his datapad, trying to ignore Decs who was huffing and turning over on the opposite side of the room. They were sharing again, as the others had bagged the rooms across the hall.

'Privilege of age!' Tank had said, as he pushed them aside but this was fine; it was better than the barracks and he was still full from the meal they all helped prepare. He especially liked the Honey Ice cream with cookie bits in it and it was white not blue—the luxury version. Finally he stopped scrolling and asked, "What's the problem?"

"The noises! How long have they been at it now?"

"At it?" He asked, innocently.

"Their horizontal gymnastics."

Splicer smirked at the description, "I don't know, I can't hear anything."

Decs frowned, he heard every stifled moan, muffled scream, creaking bed spring and still it went on.

"I thought this was supposed to be a well built solid dwelling but I can hear everything."

"And?"

"It's disturbing."

Splicer shook his head, "Put your helmet on them." He smirked; he'd taken precautions once he knew who they were billeted next to.

"I hope they're using protection." Decs declared, ignoring him and fidgeting again.

"Wha..?"

"You know, protection against pregnancy, unless she wants one."

"It doesn't matter, we're sterile." Stated Splicer matter of factly, "The Kaminoans wouldn't …"

"I've heard that there's been a few pregnancies."

"You have? Where?" He asked, interested in any gossip.

"Oh you know— on the grapevine."

Splicer huffed, "I've never heard anything."

"You spend most of your time on that thing—" he stopped, hearing fresh noises coming from next door, "Is he killing her?"

"Don't think so."

"So —You miss all the other ways of getting Intel."

"You mean the Mess Hall and 79s?"

"Yeah!"

"I'm not sure they are reliable sources." Observed Splicer, as he hacked into some sites he knew for certain he shouldn't be looking at.

"Better than RI Intel." Decs replied, seriously,

"Yeah." Splicer replied absentmindedly, "Anythings better than RI Intel. It's called an oxymoron."

"What is?"

"Republic Intelligence."

"Ha. ha!" He said sarcastically, then cocked his head to one side! "I think they've finished. I'm going to use the fresher."

"Yeah." Splicer replied again, concentrating on the site he was reading before pulling out his micro hearing pods and checking them.

"All quiet." He murmured to himself.

Hela had given them to him, when he said he couldn't use his datapad and wear his helmet in his bunk; it gave him a crick in his neck. They were useful and clever, he could listen to music and hear a conversation at the same time or block out certain noises.

He put them carefully back in their box in his pack; it wasn't often he received presents, so they were precious.

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Mayday moved to roll off her; they were both still breathing hard and he wasn't sure where her nightdress had gone.

She held him there, "Don't move yet."

"Hu— huh." He murmured sleepily into her neck, slowly succumbing to the soporific after effects of sex. He felt her lips drag along his jaw and she sighed.

"I like to feel you against me."

"In you."

"Not any more." She kissed his neck.

"Hmm. True." He moved again and this time she let him slide off her to the side; an arm left across her.

"I can't believe Nola got the drop on us."

Hela stayed silent.

"Why haven't you mentioned her before?"

"It's complicated."

"Complicated? Can you explain?"

He heard her intake of breath.

"I'd rather not talk about it."

That sounded like him.

He wrapped his arms further around her pulling her back, flat to his chest.

"Okay. But…"

"Thanks!" She relaxed slightly, letting out another sigh.

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Nola watched the clones prepare breakfast, at least these were not totally useless in the kitchen. She showed them where everything was and they took over. If a little messily.

Tank the big one pushed a Caf in her hand and then gently pushed her into the chair, where she sat as she watched them work. Some were more competent than others but they moved together seamlessly as a team.

Just like a mission. She thought.

Then everything was finished and on the table and Hela finally emerged.

That hadn't changed either, thought Nola, she hated getting up early.

Decs nudged Splicer and they muttered something to each other.

"Morning everyone!" She went straight for the caf.

Nola watched as Mayday joined her, arm sliding around her waist and they exchanged a chaste kiss, a few whispered words and then sat. Hela looked happy; they both looked happy.

Nola was content.

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That's it! Faster! Turn tighter!" Mayday shouted before he took his turn in the sprint training they were doing. He had said they were going to do training and this was light but useful. He left Hela in the bedroom, reluctantly dropping her hand as she tried to pull him back to her.

Through the open windows, he could hear her warming up, completing some scales, as part of her practice. Before meeting her, he never knew how much practice was needed to hit those notes every time.

Nola was watching from the sidelines smiling.

"That's it lads, let's take a break."

He trotted over to Nola, who was dismantling, checking and cleaning her collection of blasters and slugthrowers.

He picked up one of the bottles of water she had brought out for them.

"You have some questions." She stated.

"Yes." He looked around, "What happened during the Battle of Naboo? She's never mentioned you." He sat, "She clams up every time I broach the subject."

Nola watched him, deciding whether or not to trust him but Hela seemed so happy since he came here.

"When they attacked, the civilians were rounded up and interned in a camp. She was there for months, long after it ended, too long."

"Her parents?" He asked.

"The droids killed them in the first wave coming through the city; Hela was with them. I blame myself for that. I should have been with them as well. I grew up with her Mother, we were cousins and she was my best friend." Nola slumped, sighing, "I lost them all in that battle."

"But why?"

"She was young and I'd promised nothing would happen to them. Then her sister was killed."

"All of them?" Zur had told him but Nola was present when it actually happened.

"Yes. I was busy with the resistance in the camps and then injured. I wasn't there for her. I should have been. She had to fend for herself in the camp. It wasn't easy for her."

Nola shook her head.

"Then she couldn't wait to get away from me."

"But she's here now."

"Yes. But I suppose I want too much, I want it to be as I always imagined."

She straightened up, slotting her blasters back together, in a way that Mayday understood, from muscle memory. Learned through continuous repetition.

"Where did you serve?" He asked.

"Is it that obvious?"

"One soldier to another."

"I trained to be a handmaiden but then the programme was reduced, pulled back and they didn't need bodyguards, as such, any more. So I joined the Republic Security Task Force. Among other things." She smiled and packed her weapons away, satisfied they were ready.

He watched as the older woman walked back up to the house.

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"I have not lost weight," Hela declared! "But—as far as I'm concerned, my ideal body weight is you on top of me." she finished, as they knelt facing each other.

Hela felt him laugh, as he pulled her to him, manoeuvring her so that she sat on his thighs facing him, her legs behind him.

"Now what?" She asked, breathing rapidly, knowing he was planning something.

He leaned forward and whispered "Now I see how long it takes me to make you scream."

"Is that a dare?" She asked, wondering how long she could hold out, as her arousal grew by being close to him and was wound up a notch by his touch.

"No but you do realise a couple of the lads are wondering how you even walk some mornings."

"Decs and Splicer?"

"Correct!"

"I hope you don't intend to aim for that. Let's keep them guessing." She stroked down his arms, her fingers following the rise and fall of his muscles. She was trying to remember how they felt, for when he left.

"It was a thought." His hand braced her lower back and he dragged his lips down her neck and along her shoulder.

She stifled a moan, "You mean, they were questioning your —" her breath hitched "— stamina?"

He changed tack and stroked circles around her breast, watching as her nipple quickly became erect. He dragged his fingers across to the other and back cupping her breast, feeling its weight, so silky soft, plump and different to himself.

"You don't have any complaints do you?" He squeezed gently.

"Oh no!" She replied, feeling his erection bounce between the two of them, she leaned forward and kissed him, slowly, capturing his bottom lip and sucking gently on it as she pulled away from him.

He grasped the back of her head, and pulled her back to his mouth, almost devouring her. Eventually she pulled away to catch her breath.

"I prefer you without the beard." She whispered, her quickened breathing gently blowing over his ear, as she tried to prolong the anticipation.

"I know." He took a deep breath and his hands slid slowly down her back and under her bottom lifting her up and on him. He gritted his teeth as she slid slowly down enveloping him, her arms wrapping around his neck; a soft moan reached his ears, as she settled down on him, moving to adjust to the new position.

"Okay?" he asked, rolling his hips once, controlling how far he went.

"Hmm!" She leaned into him, meeting his slow movements, arms draped over his shoulders. There was nothing desperate about this love making— yet.

Mayday continued rolling his hips slowly into her and she adapted to his slow rhythm, laying her head on his shoulder. He felt the small groans coming from the back of her throat on each of his movements. He stroked her back, holding her steady against him, feeling the changes in her. Her breath increasing, the groans more insistent. He felt her beginning to press harder against him, her hips meeting his.

He slipped his hand between them, his thumb rubbing slow circles on that part of her that he knew drove her mad.

She adjusted herself again.

"Ngh!" She cried out, and he could feel her desperation now. He held her tight as she finally came, her head flung back, arching and pressing down into him. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, as he rode her through it, finally stuttering to his own release.

They leaned against each other, catching their breath.

"We should move." He eventually spoke, not making any effort.

"We should." agreed Hela, herself not moving.

He sighed and levered her off him, laying her down and lying next to her, pulling her to him, skin to skin was always good. He felt her hands slip around his torso and he waited until her breathing was regular before he let himself sleep.

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Hela lay on the wooden recliner, legs crossed, a large hat covering her face from the sun, alternately reading her old flimzi book and watching the clones 'training' in the lake. There was a lot of splashing and shouting which she didn't think was appropriate to 'training' but what did she know.

She heard Decs shout, "I don't believe you!" Her interest piqued, she looked up and put her book down.

Decs was striding out of the water towards her, with a determined look on his face, "Hela! Splicer says there's Opee Sea Killers in the lake. Is that true?"

"Yes." She answered, deadpan.

She saw Splicer smirking behind him and giving her a thumbs up sign.

"And the Sando Aqua Monster, they're even bigger, they eat the Opee's. They're the apex predator of Naboo's core." She concluded.

He looked shocked and stood still.

"In this lake?" He looked around, scanning the surface of the lake.

"You can't see them coming Decs. They swim under water. Then whoosh!" She illustrated with her hands.

She had never seen a clone go pale.

"Ignore them, Decs! They're joking," Nola shouted, putting him out of his misery, then glaring at Hela, "It's not deep enough. Do you want some fruit and cakes?"

Hela went back to read, stifling her giggles, as the clones rushed out of the lake at the mention of food. She smiled at Nola, in her element with these soldiers feeding them up and talking weapons.

She had spent an hour in the lake in the morning, alone with Mayday; they didn't get much swimming in. But it was enough, now she felt as relaxed as she ever had lying in the warm sun. She continued reading, her large hat shielding her face from the sun's rays.

A shadow crossed her legs.

"You okay there?"

Hela looked up to see Tank vigorously drying his hair with a towel.

"Yes, thanks Tank. Are you?"

She quickly looked away from his lower body, up to his face.

"Oh yes. Kriffing great! I just wondered if you were going to join us for some food?"

"I had an early morning swim and ate after."

"Oh."

Hela shaded her eyes with her hand and focused on his face, "Impressive moustache. It's new isn't it?"

"Yeah!" He dropped the towel and twirled the ends of his moustache, "Just wanted to say thanks for all this."

"That's okay. Anytime."

She had tried not to look down at his body but he was hard to ignore; he was larger in the chest than the others, larger everywhere, even larger than Mayday and she had no complaints there.

She felt heat spreading up her face and was unsure why, as she had seen Mayday naked numerous times but Tank—Tank was just bigger. Everywhere.

There was a splat, as something wet hit him.

"Get 'yer kecks back on!" Shouted Hexx.

"They're wet!"

"And?"

He grumbled but finally pulled his shorts on and then leaned over to her.

"If you ever need anything Hela, you just let me know."

"Thanks. Just keep him safe."

"Goes without saying. Now I have to get some more food. Those cakes are kriffing great."

He rushed over towards the food, "Hey! Leave some for me."

Another shadow loomed over her taking Tank's place.

"Impressive, isn't he?" Mayday said.

"Yeah!" She said with a little more longing than she meant; she cleared her throat.

"Should I be worried?" His eyebrow raised in a question and his face moved closer to hers, "with how well built he is?" He whispered the last part.

She grinned, "Someone once said, it's not the size of the ship but the motion of the ocean. Which I think you have proved amply."

He laughed.

That laugh gave her just as much pleasure.

He sat on the chair next to her, "Just been speaking to Cody. We have to leave tomorrow." He added.

"Ah! I wondered where you'd gone."

"I don't know how long or where we're going. The Outer Rim Seiges are taking their toll. They're sending out shinies younger and younger, some haven't even finished their basic training. So we have to complete it on the job."

"That bad?" She asked.

He nodded, "I know I said I didn't want to discuss the War. Wanted to keep you out of it. Wanted to forget when I'm with you but sometimes—"

"You can't forget. And it helps?"

She wished him to agree. Feeling useless if he didn't.

"Even if I only listen?"

He nodded.

"I'm glad you came here."

"We'll always have Naboo." He said, changing the subject.

"That sounds familiar."

"Does it?"

"It does!"

"You have an interesting selection of holovids." He confirmed.

"That's a very old one." Hela remembered the holovid. One of her favourites.

"But I enjoyed it. The characters, suspense, drama, and I understood his sacrifice." Mayday added as he grasped her hand, holding it firmly. She squeezed back.

Hela let her flimzi book drop to the ground and closed her eyes, savouring the quiet moment.

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Nola and Hela walked with them to their shuttle; the sun was just rising, highlighting the rolling mist in the meadow. They had both risen early to give them breakfast. It was the least they could do, to set them up for the day. The boys loaded up and thanked them for their hospitality.

Hela grabbed Mayday's shirt, pulling his face down to hers, while Nola walked down to the shuttle with some supplies, giving them a little privacy.

"Promise me that you're coming back. Don't you dare not come back to me!"

Those words he had quoted from the holovid played on her mind. She remembered the story.

"Yes ma'am." He tried to lighten the mood but knew he misjudged it when he saw her face, "Don't worry, I will."

He wrapped his arms around her and she slid into his chest, listening to his heartbeat. One quick nuzzle and kiss and he was gone.

She wrapped her arms around herself trying to hold onto that feeling.

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"How are you?" Nola asked, as they sat for a Caf; not Nola's usual drink.

Hela shrugged but stayed quiet.

"Here!" she produced an old bottle and tipped some of the golden liquid into Hela's caf.

Hela raised an eyebrow at her.

"It'll help."

"Really? This early?"

"A little."

Nola tipped a dash in hers.

"I wasn't always like this, you know." Nola said.

"I heard rumours."

"All of them true, probably."

Hela smiled, some good memories came back; Nola returning from wherever she had been, unexpectedly, but always with presents. She was a little older than her Mother but always seemed younger, brighter, more fun, until after the Battle of Naboo. Then she aged, visibly.

"I can see why you like him– and the rest of them."

Hela smiled.

"I'm glad."

"Are you? Are you truly glad? I'm surprised my opinion means that much."

"Yes, it does. They call each other brother, you know."

"I heard them. They behave like brothers too."

Hela took another sip of the alcoholic caf.

"They had no one else when they were growing up."

"On Kamino, I heard."

"Yes. No one seemed to know about the place until Obi Wan found it. Dex told him about it."

"Well, if anyone would know it would be Dex, that old reprobate."

"Did you know him?"

"We crossed paths once or twice, when I was freelancing. But that's another story."

Hela raised an eyebrow.

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A/N- I have it in my head that blue milk us the cheap version and that only the rich would have white milk.