Serra this time.
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"This ship is amazing!"
The exhilaration of the flight still buzzed through Serra's veins as Raven, the ship, slipped through Coruscant's atmosphere with ease. The ship's maneuvering was precise, almost artful, and Serra couldn't help but marvel at the effortless way it danced between colossal freighters and the glimmering expanse of space. Her heart raced, not just from the thrill of the flight, but from the connection she felt—both to the ship and to Cameron. She sensed Raven's joy, her liveliness thrumming through the Force, and it mingled with her own emotions, leaving her giddy and almost breathless.
She tried to steady herself, fingers curling slightly against the armrest, as she cast a sideways glance at Cameron. His focus on the controls was unwavering, his movements confident and precise. He didn't just pilot Raven; it was as though he became one with the ship. The subtle smirk on his lips, the glint in his eyes—they spoke of someone utterly in his element. It was a sight that made Serra's cheeks flush, though she quickly turned back to the viewport, trying to focus on the endless starscape instead of the warmth creeping up her neck.
The ship broke free of the planet's pull, its engines roaring with restrained power as they entered the stillness of space. Serra let out a quiet sigh, her gaze sweeping over the immense Golan defense platforms and the constant stream of vessels descending toward the planet below. It was breathtaking—almost too much to take in at once. For a moment, she felt entirely small, utterly insignificant against the vastness of the galaxy. And yet, sitting here, with Cameron at her side and the Force humming through the ship, she didn't feel alone. She felt safe.
Cameron shifted in his seat, and Serra's attention snapped back to him. She immediately regretted the sharpness of her movement, but he didn't seem to notice—or if he did, he didn't mind. His smirk widened as he turned to face her, and Serra's heart stuttered. His gaze wasn't sharp or overwhelming; it was steady, reassuring. But there was something in the way he looked at her—an intensity that made her stomach flutter in a way she wasn't sure how to handle.
"Findin' some enjoyment, are ya?" he asked, his voice a drawl, tinged with amusement.
Serra's breath hitched, her pulse quickening. She tried to find words, anything that wouldn't betray how flustered she felt. "Yes!" The word came out too forcefully, and she bit her lip as her cheeks burned. She quickly added, softer this time, "I… I mean, yes. Thank you for letting me experience this." She dared a glance at him, and her heart skipped again at the warmth in his expression.
"Good to hear." His laughter filled the cockpit, rich and genuine, and she couldn't help but smile despite herself. When he leaned toward her slightly, though, her body tensed—not out of fear, but from the overwhelming awareness of how close he was. He didn't crowd her space, but his proximity was enough to send her thoughts scattering.
"So, now that we're in space, far from the Temple and anyone else, what do you want to do?" His voice was low, casual, but the question hung in the air with weight Serra wasn't sure how to navigate.
Her gaze darted to the viewport, seeking refuge in the stars as she tried to steady herself. The sight calmed her, but only slightly. "I… I don't know," she admitted, her voice quieter now. She hesitated before looking back at him. "What do you want to do?"
The smirk on his face widened, and Serra's stomach twisted—not unpleasantly. She followed his gaze as it flicked downward for the briefest moment before he responded. "I figured we could… talk." His smirk softened into a warm smile, though the teasing lilt in his voice remained.
Her breath caught, and her mind raced. She had expected him to say something else, something that might have completely unraveled her, and yet his restraint was somehow even more disarming.
"Unless there's something else you'd rather do?" His voice carried a playful edge, and the way his eyes lingered on hers made it impossible to look away.
Serra's face grew impossibly warmer, and she turned her head, willing her heartbeat to slow. "Well, um…" she started, fumbling for words. "What about Bo?"
She hadn't meant to blurt it out like that, and the instant the words left her mouth, she regretted them. She bit her lip, unsure how Cameron would react, but when he leaned back in his chair, a low chuckle escaped him.
"Oh?" he said, his tone inviting. "I wondered when she'd come up."
Serra's hands fidgeted in her lap, her fingers twisting together as she hesitated. "I know you and Bo…" Her voice faltered, and she couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence.
"Karked?" he offered casually, his words carrying a boldness that made Serra's cheeks flare anew. She nodded slowly, her wide eyes betraying her embarrassment. She felt like a startled creature, caught in the piercing gaze of a predator, unsure whether to flee or freeze.
"Y-yes. That," she stammered. "How… how much? What did you do?"
Cameron chuckled again, his head tilting back slightly as a knowing smile spread across his face. "A lot." The way he said it—so nonchalant, yet heavy with implication—made Serra's heart race even faster. She could feel the heat in her face spreading to the tips of her ears, and she fought the urge to bury her head in her hands.
"And," Cameron added, his grin turning wicked, "I can think of a few things we'd have liked your help for."
Serra's breath hitched, her mind spinning with the implication. Her face burned brighter than a star, and she could only stare at him, utterly speechless. She wasn't sure if she should feel flattered, mortified, or both.
The teasing gleam in Cameron's eyes softened slightly as he leaned forward again, his voice quieter now. "Relax, Serra. I'm just teasing."
But the warmth in his gaze, the way his smile lingered—it stirred something in her, something unfamiliar but not unwelcome. For all her shyness, for all her uncertainty, there was a part of her that wanted to know more, to feel more. And as she looked back at him, her blush still lingering, she realized she didn't want this moment to end.
Serra felt the heat rising in her cheeks, her heart thundering in her chest as she sat in the cockpit of the Raven. The conversation had taken a turn she'd known was coming but hadn't entirely prepared herself for. The mention of Bo, and what Cameron had shared with her, left Serra feeling small and uncertain. Yet beneath the swirl of her emotions, there was a flicker of something stronger—hope.
"I…" she began, hesitating as she glanced out the viewport. Her gaze lingered on the endless expanse of stars and the traffic flowing to and from Coruscant, but her thoughts were entirely on him. She wanted to ask the question, needed to, but fear crept into her mind. What if she wasn't enough? What if she could never be what Bo was to him? She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she turned back to face him. "Why her?"
Her words were soft, tentative, but she forced herself to meet his gaze. Cameron leaned back in his chair, his expression contemplative but calm, as if he'd expected the question. If he was annoyed or upset by it, he didn't show it.
"We traveled together for years," he began, his tone steady and honest. "Fought side by side against pirates, slavers, and planetary invaders. Haran, she was the one who helped me cope with Master Fay's near-death and pushed to rescue me from the Bando Gora."
Serra opened her mouth to speak, but Cameron continued, cutting her off gently. "I know that if you could've, you would've helped too."
Her heart clenched at his words, and she nodded quickly. He understood her; he always had. She would've done anything to help him during those times if she'd been able to. Knowing that he recognized that eased some of the ache in her chest, though it didn't erase it completely.
"Still, Bo was the one with me in those… darker moments," he continued, his gaze unwavering. "Adding that to the fact she's an incredibly attractive woman, it's not a surprise our bond grew so deep."
Serra's stomach twisted at his words, though she wasn't entirely sure why. Was it jealousy? Or was it the realization that Bo had been there for him in ways she hadn't been able to? She bit her lip, trying to push the thoughts aside as the silence stretched between them. The faint hum of the ship filled the void, and the light flickered momentarily as a bulk freighter passed by, casting a shadow over them.
"Do you… not love her?" she asked finally, her voice trembling slightly but steady enough to carry her question. Her courage wavered as she waited for his response, but she kept her gaze locked on his, refusing to shy away.
"I'm uncertain," Cameron admitted, his tone thoughtful. "Bo is like a ticking grenade, ready to explode. Don't get me wrong, I genuinely like her, but when it comes to love… I'm not sure."
Serra nodded slowly, digesting his words. The uncertainty in his tone didn't comfort her as much as she thought it might. If anything, it only made her feel more uncertain about her own place in his life. She hesitated before speaking again, her voice quieter this time. "And what about me?"
Her cheeks burned as the words left her mouth, and she immediately looked down, focusing on a spot on the floor. She felt small, exposed, but she couldn't take them back now. Her heart pounded in her chest as she waited for his response, barely daring to breathe.
She flinched slightly as she felt his hand cup her chin, gently lifting her face so their eyes met. His touch was warm, reassuring, and the kindness in his gaze made her stomach flutter.
"Serra, you are my first and best friend," he said slowly, his voice steady and deliberate. "I like you, and that will never change."
A small, tentative smile tugged at her lips, though she couldn't stop herself from nibbling on her lower lip—an old habit she couldn't seem to break. "D-do you love me?" she asked, her voice trembling despite her best efforts.
Cameron released her chin and leaned back slightly, the loss of his touch leaving her feeling unsteady. "I don't know," he admitted. Her smile faltered, but she stayed quiet as he continued. "I mean, I certainly like you, and I've definitely enjoyed seeing how much you've grown over the years." His gaze flickered downward briefly, and her cheeks burned hotter as she realized he was looking at her figure. "But love… love takes time."
She nodded, her hands clasping together tightly in her lap as she tried to process his words. The swirl of emotions inside her—hope, embarrassment, fear—left her dizzy, but she couldn't deny the warmth his words brought her. He liked her. That was something, wasn't it?
"Does it bother you that I've slept with Bo?" Cameron's voice broke through her thoughts, and her head snapped up, startled by the bluntness of his question.
"No… Yes… I don't know," she admitted, her voice tinged with frustration. She sighed heavily, shaking her head as she tried to sort through her emotions. "I just… I understand why you're drawn to her. She's everything I'm not—fearless, strong, beautiful…"
"Serra." His tone was firm, and she hesitantly looked up to meet his gaze again. His expression was serious, but there was a warmth there that eased some of the tension in her chest. "You're every bit as courageous, strong, and beautiful as Bo, just in your own way."
Her cheeks burned fiercely, and she ducked her head slightly, unable to hold his gaze for long. But his words stayed with her, lingering in her mind and warming her heart.
"When I first came to the Temple, feeling everyone's fear and suspicion, you were the one who walked up to me and started talking."
"That was a dare," she mumbled, though the memory still made her smile faintly.
"Aye, but you still did it,"Cameron said, his voice steady and warm. Serra's heart fluttered at his words, her mind racing back to that day. She remembered the fear that had gripped her when she approached him for the first time, how she had forced herself to push past the whispers and stares. It had been a dare, a silly one at that, but now she couldn't imagine her life if she hadn't taken those first, tentative steps toward him.
"Bar whatever rumours were running around the Temple; you knew nothing about me," he continued, and Serra felt her cheeks grow warmer. The rumors had been relentless back then, swirling around Cameron like a storm cloud. And yet… even amidst the whispers and warnings, something about him had drawn her in.
"Yet, even only knowing that I might be related to Darth kriffing Revan…" he added, the faint humor in his tone making her lips twitch into a small smile. Her heart clenched at the memory. She'd been nervous—terrified, really—but she hadn't let it stop her. "…you came and spoke with me."
Her chest tightened, a mixture of embarrassment and pride swirling within her. She had done it. Despite everything, she'd taken that step toward him, and hearing him acknowledge it now made her feel… seen. Valued.
"Haran, more than anyone else in the Order, you made, and make, me feel welcome and safe inside the Temple."
His words settled over her like a warm blanket, and Serra's breath caught in her throat. She looked away briefly, her cheeks burning, but the truth in his voice made her heart ache in the best way. Safe. That's what she'd given him? She never realized how much that small act had mattered to him.
"When I revealed my intention to journey to Mandalore for training," he continued, his voice softer now, "you not only chose to accompany me but also became the first Jedi in centuries to undertake a verd'goten."
Her gaze instinctively flicked to her feet, the weight of his words pressing down on her. Her boots were different now, replacements for the ones she had worn during that journey, but the beskar accents remained. She'd kept them as a reminder of that time, of the trials she had faced and the strength she had found within herself. She felt Cameron's eyes on her, and for a moment, she wondered if he saw her the way she wanted him to—a partner, an equal, not just the shy girl he'd once known.
"And while the girl I once knew may not have been described as beautiful," Cameron said, his voice growing gentler, "the young woman standing before me now is quite excep—"
Before she could think, before she could let fear stop her, Serra moved. She closed the distance between them, her lips pressing softly against his. Her heart pounded furiously in her chest, a mix of nerves and adrenaline coursing through her veins.
She felt Cameron freeze for a moment, his surprise palpable, but then his hands found her waist, steady and warm, pulling her closer. The weight of his touch sent a shiver through her, and she leaned into him, letting herself melt against him as if this was the most natural thing in the galaxy. Slowly, she settled onto his lap, her robes brushing against his as her hands moved to his chest, trembling slightly as she tugged at the fabric.
His lips moved against hers, soft but assured, and when their tongues met, a soft, breathless moan escaped her. Serra's cheeks burned, but she didn't pull away. For once, she let herself feel—let herself want—and she couldn't help but revel in the warmth of his hands, the way one moved gently to her hair while the other slid lower, grounding her completely in the moment.
For now, nothing else mattered but this.
Although Serra's desire urged her to continue, to close the distance between them again, she felt Cameron pull away. Her lips instinctively followed his, chasing the warmth and connection she wasn't ready to let go of. Her eyes fluttered open, her heart thundering as she looked at him. Confusion clouded her thoughts for a moment, wondering why he'd stopped, until he spoke.
"I want to be certain," Cameron said slowly, his voice steady. His hands hadn't moved from where they rested on her, holding her securely but without pressure. "Is this truly what you desire?"
Serra's breath caught in her throat. She didn't need to think, didn't need to hesitate. "Yes," she replied, her voice breathless but firm. Her eyes flicked between his, seeking some reassurance that he felt the same, before dropping briefly to his lips. "I want you. Force, I've wanted you for years." She swallowed hard, the words tumbling out before she could second-guess them. "I need what you had with Bo, and more."
Her body leaned forward instinctively, her lips seeking his, but before she could close the distance, he brought his hand up from her hair and pressed a gentle finger against her lips. The touch stopped her, and her heart stuttered, unsure of what he was about to say.
"What about the Code?" he asked, his tone neutral, but the weight of the question hit her harder than she expected.
The Code? The Code? Of all the things he could ask in that moment, that was his concern? Serra couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled up from her chest. Before she knew it, she was giggling uncontrollably, her shoulders shaking as the absurdity of the question struck her. "You?!" she managed to say through her laughter, barely able to form the words. "You're asking me about the Code?!"
She shook her head, trying to regain control, but the laughter lingered. Her braid smacked against his shoulder, and she wobbled slightly on his lap, only saved from falling by his steadying hands.
"Cam, I know you're a Jedi," she said, still grinning as she placed a finger against his lips to silence any protests, "but let's be honest—you're not one to adhere strictly to the Code." She couldn't help but smirk at his expression, the absurdity of the situation breaking through her usual shyness. "You taught me the older version of the Code, the simpler and cleaner one that I still follow. It's no surprise, considering your lineage as a Shan. And let's not forget," she added with a knowing look, "your great-grandfather's redemption from the Dark Side involved something the Order has frowned upon for ages!"
Her laughter erupted again, though this time it was shorter, and she felt the tension between them ease. She knew he could feel her amusement through the Force, just as she could sense the flicker of self-awareness in him. Still, her amusement didn't stop her from noticing the unintended reaction her touch on his leg had caused, and she felt her cheeks burn slightly as she quickly moved her hand away.
"You follow your own path, just like your family always has. And honestly, I admire that. I agree with it," she said, her tone softening as she glanced out of the viewport, letting her gaze rest on Coruscant in the distance. "The galaxy is in disarray, and it all started here. The Order… we can't fix it, not within the confines of the Code or the oath we've taken to the Republic." She turned back to him, her confidence building as she jabbed a finger into his chest for emphasis. "But you—you'll try to make things right. I can sense it in my heart and through the Force."
Her voice softened, and for a moment, she hesitated. Then she pushed forward, her emotions carrying her. "And I… I want to be by your side, walking that path. Even if it means leaving the Order, abandoning the only home I've ever known… I'll do it. For you."
The words hung between them, the weight of her declaration settling into the Force. She met his gaze, searching for a reaction, and saw the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. She braced herself, wondering if she had gone too far, until his response came.
"I don't want you, us, to leave the Order," he said slowly, his voice measured. "I don't want you to throw away everything you have here."
She let out a frustrated sigh and flicked his forehead lightly. "Weren't you listening?" she asked, shaking her head so hard her braid whipped against his arm again. "Let me make it clear. For you, I'd leave. I-I'd follow you to the darkest parts of the galaxy because I trust you. Because I know that my path is at your side." Her voice faltered slightly as she finished, her conviction wavering. "Unless you don't want me?"
Her heart clenched as she waited for his response, her earlier confidence slipping away. But then he leaned forward, and the tension in the Force seemed to draw them closer, wrapping around them like a thread.
"I want you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
The Force seemed to spark between them, brighter than anything she had felt before, and a wide smile broke across her face. The warmth of it filled her chest, and for a moment, it felt like nothing else existed but the two of them. "Good," she said simply, and then her lips found his again, eager and certain.
She poured everything into the kiss—her longing, her trust, her love—and felt him respond in kind. His lips moved against hers, warm and sure, and when her hands slid into his hair, tugging gently at the strands, she felt him pull her closer. His arms wrapped around her, one settling low against her back, locking her in place, and she melted into him, unwilling to let the moment end.
When she finally pulled back, her breathing was heavy, and her cheeks burned as she tried to gather her thoughts. Her lips felt swollen, her heart still racing, and all she could manage was a soft, "Oh Force." Then, as a giddy smile broke across her face, she added, "I'll have to thank her."
Cameron chuckled, leaning in closer to nibble gently at her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "She taught me more than how to kiss," he whispered, his breath brushing against her skin. "Want me to show you?"
Her breath hitched, and her voice came out in a soft, eager reply. "Yes."
No single word had ever carried as much weight within Serra as the one she had just spoken. The sound of her own voice, soft yet steady, seemed to echo in her ears, reverberating through the Force as if the galaxy itself had shifted to acknowledge the truth behind it.
Her breath hitched as she felt Cameron move beneath her, his hands steady and sure as they supported her weight. When he rose to his feet, she instinctively tightened her legs around his waist, her arms wrapping securely around his neck. She pressed her lips to his skin, unable to resist the way his warmth called to her, grounding her even as her body trembled with anticipation. The faint, clean scent of him mingled with the subtle hum of the ship, creating a cocoon of intimacy that made her head spin.
Her lips brushed the curve of his neck, and she heard the faint intake of his breath, felt the subtle way his hands shifted against her thighs. She shivered—not from cold, but from the sheer awareness of how close they were. Her skin felt impossibly sensitive, every brush of fabric or shift of muscle heightening the tension building within her.
Each step he took felt deliberate, his strength steady beneath her. Serra's heart pounded, her pulse echoing in her ears as her body pressed closer to his. She could feel his heartbeat, strong and unwavering, through the connection of their bodies. It was comforting and thrilling all at once, and she found herself nuzzling closer, letting her lips graze against the sensitive spot just below his ear. The way his breath hitched sent a bolt of warmth through her, making her stomach flutter.
When he paused at the door, she held her breath, wondering if he would set her down. Her mind raced, caught between anticipation and nervous excitement. The cockpit was familiar, safe in its own way, but she couldn't imagine sharing this moment here. She didn't have to say it—Cameron seemed to know.
"Not here," he murmured, his voice rough but tender. "You deserve better than the cockpit, Serra."
The low timbre of his voice sent a shiver through her, and she couldn't stop the way her lips brushed against his neck in agreement. She felt the curve of his smirk, the way his confidence radiated through the Force and enveloped her. The thought of what lay ahead made her heart pound harder, a rush of heat spreading through her chest.
Cameron shifted his hold, his hand moving to cradle the curve of her thigh, and she couldn't stop the small gasp that escaped her lips. Her body was so attuned to him, every subtle movement setting her nerves alight. She pressed her forehead to his shoulder, trying to calm herself, but his warmth, his strength, only pulled her deeper into the moment.
Her fingers traced the back of his neck, playing idly with his hair as he carried her. The way his muscles moved beneath her, the steady rhythm of his steps—it all felt surreal, like a dream she hadn't dared to hope for. The hum of Raven around them, usually so comforting, faded into the background as the tension between them grew. Every step Cameron took felt deliberate, every shift of his hands like a promise.
When the door to his quarters slid open, Serra's breath caught. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow casting shadows that made everything feel even more intimate. She lifted her head, her heart racing as her gaze met his. The way he looked at her, his eyes warm and filled with something deeper than desire, made her chest tighten. She had never felt so seen, so cherished, as she did in that moment.
Her cheeks burned under his gaze, but she couldn't look away. She felt bare, exposed in the best way, and the warmth of his smile sent a wave of reassurance through her. He carried her toward the bed, every step measured, as if he was giving her time to process, to adjust. Her body trembled slightly, anticipation making her breath come quicker.
When he lowered her onto the bed, the softness beneath her contrasting with the firmness of his hold, she let out a quiet gasp. Her legs loosened reluctantly from his waist, the absence of his body against hers leaving her momentarily unsteady. He didn't move far, his hands still on her, his gaze still fixed on her with an intensity that made her breath catch.
As he braced himself above her, she felt the world narrow to just the two of them. Her hands slid up to his shoulders, and her fingers curled slightly into the fabric of his robes. Every inch of her felt alive, every nerve attuned to the way his body moved, the warmth of his hands, the heat of his gaze.
"There's no rush," he murmured, his voice low and soothing, but the words only made her heart race faster.
Serra's lips parted as her breath caught, her body trembling beneath him as the weight of the moment settled over her. Her thoughts swirled, a mix of nervousness and longing, but as she looked into his eyes, all doubt faded. She trusted him—completely. Whatever happened next, she knew she was exactly where she was meant to be.
No single word had ever carried so much certainty, desire, and promise as the one Serra had spoken. It lingered in the air between them, mingling with the hum of the ship, the faint creaks and groans of Raven adjusting to the turbulence of Coruscant's upper atmosphere. A subtle rocking accompanied each shift, a reminder of the world outside, though it felt impossibly far away. In this moment, all Serra could focus on was Cameron—the warmth of his hands, the steadiness of his gaze, and the way her body seemed to tremble in response to him.
Cameron leaned down, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was soft and tentative at first. Her breath caught, her chest tightening as his warmth enveloped her. She tilted her head instinctively, pressing into the kiss, her hands sliding up to rest against his chest. Through the soft fabric of his undershirt, she could feel the steady beat of his heart, its rhythm mirroring the pounding in her ears.
The ship rocked gently again, its motions soothing yet grounding, a subtle contrast to the heat building between them. Serra's fingers curled into the fabric of his undershirt, trembling slightly as her nerves and excitement intertwined. She tugged at it, hesitant at first, but as Cameron deepened the kiss—his tongue brushing lightly against hers, sending sparks of heat coursing through her—she found her confidence growing.
Her hands slid to the hem of his undershirt, pulling at it with more purpose now. Cameron pulled back just enough to look at her, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he helped her lift it over his head. The moment it was gone, Serra found herself staring, her breath catching in her throat. His chest, lean and scarred, was a tapestry of his life—every battle, every struggle etched into his skin. Her fingers moved on their own, trailing along the lines of his muscles, marveling at the warmth of him.
"You're beautiful," she whispered, the words slipping out before she could stop them. Her cheeks flushed, but she didn't look away, her gaze meeting his.
Cameron chuckled softly, his hands moving to the edge of her tunic. "You've got no idea how stunning you are," he murmured, his voice low and steady. He paused, waiting for her nod before lifting the fabric.
Serra raised her arms, helping him pull the tunic over her head. Beneath it, her chest was bound with simple cloth bindings, the material snug against her skin. She hesitated, suddenly aware of how exposed she was becoming, but Cameron's gaze never wavered. There was no judgment in his eyes, only warmth and admiration.
His fingers brushed lightly against her side, his touch gentle as he worked at the knot of her bindings. "May I?" he asked, his voice soft.
Her breath hitched, and she nodded, her heart pounding so loudly she was certain he could hear it. As his hands carefully unwound the cloth, the cool air of the room brushed against her bare skin, sending a shiver through her. Serra resisted the instinct to cover herself, her hands trembling slightly as they hovered at her sides.
Cameron's gaze softened as he looked at her, and the tenderness in his expression eased the tightness in her chest. "You're breathtaking," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Her cheeks burned, but the sincerity in his words warmed her from within. When his lips found hers again, the kiss was slower this time, filled with unspoken promises. His hands slid up to cup her breasts, his touch careful and reverent, and Serra couldn't stop the soft moan that escaped her.
Her hands moved to his waist, tugging at the ties of his trousers with shaky fingers. She fumbled slightly, her nerves making her movements clumsy, but Cameron's low chuckle and his steadying hands reassured her. Together, they worked to shed the last barriers between them, his trousers joining the growing pile of clothing on the floor.
As the ship rocked gently again, Serra felt the vibrations travel through the bed beneath her. The environment seemed to recede, the hum of the engines fading into the background as Cameron's hands found her hips. His fingers brushed against her skin, drawing small circles that sent jolts of warmth through her.
Cameron leaned back slightly, his gaze trailing over her as if memorizing every inch of her. She felt bare, exposed in a way she had never experienced before, but his expression was so full of admiration and care that it melted her nerves away.
The bed shifted slightly as he knelt between her legs, his hands settling on her thighs. Serra swallowed hard, her breath hitching as his lips began to trail down her neck, over her collarbone, and lower still. The tenderness in every touch, every kiss, made her chest ache with something deeper than desire. She wanted this—wanted him—not just for the moment, but in every sense.
"Relax," Cameron murmured against her skin, his voice warm and soothing as his hands slid up her sides. "I've got you."
And for the first time in her life, Serra let herself fall completely into someone else's hands, trusting him completely as the galaxy outside continued its steady hum.
Serra's breath hitched as Cameron's lips left hers, trailing down her jaw and neck with deliberate, feather-light kisses. Her body trembled beneath him, every nerve alight with anticipation as he moved lower. The warmth of his lips against her skin left a trail of heat, and her fingers instinctively tangled into his hair, holding him close as if she couldn't bear to lose the connection.
His hands cupped her breasts gently, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive peaks. A soft whine escaped her lips as his touch sent sparks of pleasure racing through her body. She arched into him, her back lifting slightly off the bed as his lips found her collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses that had her gasping for more.
When his mouth finally closed around one of her nipples, Serra let out a sharp moan, her fingers tightening in his hair. The warm, wet heat of his mouth, combined with the teasing flicks of his tongue, made her breath come faster. "C-Cam," she stammered, her voice breaking as his teeth grazed her ever so slightly, sending a jolt of pleasure through her.
Cameron chuckled softly against her skin, the sound vibrating through her in a way that only heightened her need. His hands kneaded her breasts, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh as he alternated between sucking and teasing each nipple. Serra's breathing grew ragged, her chest rising and falling with every moan and curse that spilled from her lips.
"Sh-shab… stars above…" she whimpered, tugging at his hair as if trying to ground herself amidst the overwhelming sensations. Her body felt like it was on fire, the intensity of his touch igniting something deep within her. She could barely think, let alone speak coherently, as his mouth and hands worked her over with deliberate precision.
Cameron eventually began to trail lower, his lips leaving a warm path down her chest and over her ribs. Serra shivered as his mouth found her toned stomach, the soft kisses he left there sending another wave of heat coursing through her. Her muscles tightened instinctively under his touch, and she felt his hands shift to grip her hips, holding her firmly in place.
"Right now, it's all about you."
His words made her stomach flutter, but the teasing heat of his kisses continued to distract her. He pressed his lips to the curve of her stomach again, this time nipping lightly, and Serra let out a sharp gasp. His hands slid back up to her breasts, squeezing and kneading them as his lips hovered just above the spot where she craved him most.
The deliberate avoidance made her whimper in frustration, her fingers tightening in his hair as she squirmed beneath him. "Cam," she whined, her voice breaking with need. "P-please… don't stop there…"
Her plea made him pause, his lips hovering over her stomach as his hands stilled. She looked down, her chest heaving as their eyes met, and what she saw in his gaze made her breath catch. The playful teasing in his expression had shifted, replaced by something darker, hotter—a fire that seemed to burn straight through her.
"Oh, I won't stop," he said, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. "Not until you're begging for more."
Serra's heart raced as the weight of his words settled over her, anticipation and need coiling tightly in her core. She could see the hunger in his eyes, the way his hands flexed against her skin as if he was holding himself back for the briefest moment. And then he leaned forward, his lips brushing lower, promising her everything she craved and more.
Serra shivered as Cameron's lips finally trailed lower, his mouth leaving a path of warmth down her stomach. Her body trembled with every brush of his lips, anticipation coiling tight in her core. She didn't dare look down—her chest heaved with shallow breaths, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might break free from her ribs.
Then his hands slid along her hips, parting her thighs gently, and the first kiss to her most intimate place sent a cry from her lips. It was soft, reverent, as though he were savoring the taste of her. Her fingers instinctively tightened in his hair, pulling him closer. She had thought she'd be embarrassed in this position, so exposed and vulnerable, but with Cameron it felt natural—like this was where she was meant to be.
"Perfect," he murmured against her folds, the heat of his breath teasing her sensitive skin. "You're perfect."
Her moan came unbidden, a raw sound that she couldn't suppress. The praise in his voice only heightened the tension spiraling within her, and when his lips closed around her, kissing her with a hunger that made her thighs tense, she let out a louder cry. Serra's head fell back, her body arching as the sensation overwhelmed her. "Cam…" she gasped, her voice trembling.
Cameron didn't respond with words—his mouth said everything she needed to hear. His lips and tongue explored her folds with a devotion that left her gasping, each kiss and lick unraveling her piece by piece. When his tongue found her clit, Serra nearly shot off the bed. Her hips bucked instinctively, and her cry echoed through the room.
"Oh… stars," she whimpered, her hands tangling tighter in his hair as her body writhed beneath him. The pressure of his mouth, the soft suction, sent jolts of pleasure coursing through her. Every stroke of his tongue on her sensitive nub built her higher, and higher, until she felt like she might shatter.
His hands returned to her thighs, holding her steady as he slid his tongue lower again, teasing her folds before carefully inserting a finger. The sensation was new, foreign, but the way he moved—slow, deliberate—allowed her to relax, her body adjusting to him. Serra's head fell back again, her lips parting as a low moan escaped her throat. "Cameron…"
As he pushed his finger deeper, she felt a slight resistance, and the realization of what it was sent a fresh wave of heat to her cheeks. She wasn't entirely sure what to expect, but Cameron was careful, his movements gentle even as his tongue returned to her clit, working her over with a rhythm that left her gasping.
When his finger brushed against a spot inside her that made her cry out, her entire body arched off the bed. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as his lips, tongue, and fingers worked in perfect harmony. She wasn't sure how much more she could take—the pleasure was so intense, so consuming, that it left her trembling.
Her thoughts drifted, unbidden, to Bo. A sharp pang of regret struck her amidst the pleasure, a wish she hadn't even realized she'd held so close. She wished Bo were here with them—her fiery confidence, her strength. Bo would know exactly what to do in a moment like this, Serra thought with a fleeting smile, though she quickly lost herself to another cry as Cameron's fingers pressed deeper, his tongue flicking just right.
Why did I wait so long? The thought echoed in her mind, bitter and sweet all at once. She could have had this sooner—this intimacy, this connection. Instead, she had hesitated, worried, while Bo had been bold enough to claim what she wanted. A part of Serra envied her for that. But the rest of her was grateful for this moment, here and now, with Cameron.
Her breath hitched as Cameron added a second finger, his lips never leaving her clit. The stretch was slight, but the pleasure that followed was overwhelming. "Oh, Cam… yes," she moaned, her voice high and breathless. Her thighs trembled against his shoulders, and she could feel the tension building, the release just out of reach.
The way he moved—deliberate, unrelenting—felt like worship. He was devouring her, unraveling her in ways she had never imagined, and the intensity of it left her on the edge of breaking. She held onto him as though he were her anchor, her hands gripping his hair and shoulders, desperate to keep him close.
"Please," she whimpered, her voice cracking as the pleasure built to a peak. She had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, yet she had never felt so alive. Cameron was her whole world in this moment, and she didn't want it to end.
And then, with one final flick of his tongue and a curl of his fingers, Serra shattered. The tension broke like a dam, waves of ecstasy crashing over her as she cried out his name, her body trembling uncontrollably. Every nerve was alight, every thought replaced by the sheer, overwhelming pleasure that coursed through her.
She collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her hands slid weakly from his hair to rest on his shoulders, her body still trembling in the aftershocks of her release. When she finally opened her eyes, she found Cameron looking up at her, his lips curled into a small, satisfied smile.
"You're incredible," he murmured, and the warmth in his voice made her heart ache.
Serra reached for him, her cheeks flushed but her smile soft. "So are you," she whispered, her voice still breathless.
As the room fell quiet, the hum of the ship returned to Serra's awareness, grounding her in the reality of what had just happened. And for the first time in a long while, Serra felt completely at peace.
But as Cameron shifted above her, his movements slow and deliberate, that peace turned into a charged anticipation that made her breath hitch. She felt the weight of him, the warmth of his body pressing against hers, and her chest tightened. Her hands, trembling slightly, rested on his shoulders, her fingers tracing the subtle lines of his muscles. She bit her lip, her mind racing as he leaned back just enough to create space between them.
Her gaze drifted downward, her eyes lingering on the length of him, still hot and hard, resting just inches from where she ached for him most. The sight made her shiver, a fresh wave of heat spreading through her body. Her thighs shifted slightly against his hips, and she swallowed hard before the words escaped her lips in a breathy whisper.
"More," she said, her voice trembling but resolute. Her hands slid to his chest, her fingers curling into his skin as her body arched instinctively toward him. "Please, Cam. I need… I need you."
Cameron stilled, his gaze locking onto hers as the words hung between them, charged with vulnerability and longing. His expression softened, the fire in his eyes tempered by something deeper, and he leaned down, brushing a kiss against her forehead. "Are you sure?" he murmured, his voice low and steady. "We don't have to rush this."
Serra's heart swelled at the tenderness in his tone, the way he always made her feel seen, heard, and cared for. She reached up, her hand cupping his cheek as her eyes met his. "I've never been more sure," she whispered, her voice quivering but certain. "I want this, Cam. I want you."
He closed his eyes for a moment, exhaling a shaky breath before pressing his forehead against hers. "I just… I want it to be perfect for you," he admitted softly, his voice tinged with a vulnerability that made her chest ache.
"It already is," she assured him, her thumb brushing gently against his cheek. Her other hand slid down to rest against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her palm. "Because it's you."
Cameron opened his eyes, his gaze warm and filled with something so profound it made her breath catch. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that was slow and deep, full of emotion. His hands slid down her sides, holding her gently but firmly as he pulled her closer.
Serra moaned softly into the kiss, her body trembling beneath him as she felt the heat of him pressing against her. The ache in her core grew stronger, her need for him almost overwhelming, but she knew he would wait for her, as long as she needed. And in that moment, she knew that this was more than just passion—this was trust, and it made her want him even more.
Her heart skipped as he reached down, his hand sliding over her thigh to part her legs wider. The movement was tender, careful, and her body responded instinctively, opening for him. The ship rocked gently beneath them, the subtle vibrations adding to the electric tension in the air.
Serra's gaze followed his movements, her eyes widening as his hand moved to the waistband of his trousers. Her breath caught in her throat as he pushed them down, revealing himself to her fully for the first time.
She froze, her eyes fixated on his cock. It was larger than she had imagined—thick and perfectly shaped, standing tall and proud. Her cheeks burned, her lips parting as she stared, unable to tear her gaze away. A thousand thoughts raced through her mind all at once, each one making her pulse quicken and the heat in her core grow.
How will that fit? The thought was immediate, unbidden, as her body tightened in anticipation. Her gaze trailed the length of him, taking in every detail—the way it curved slightly upward, the veins that ran along its surface, and the bead of moisture at the tip. She could already imagine the way it would feel, stretching her, filling her completely.
Her breath grew shallow, her thoughts swirling in a chaotic storm. He's going to be inside me. That's going to be inside me. Stars, it's going to feel— Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she imagined the pleasure he could bring her. The way he could stretch her, claim her, leave her trembling and unable to think. She thought of his mouth, the way it had ravished her just moments before, and her mind spiraled further into fantasies of all the ways he could use his cock to do the same.
Her thighs clenched instinctively, her body already aching for him, and she whimpered softly. Cameron's gaze flicked up to hers, and the heat in his eyes made her shiver. He must have noticed her staring because a small, knowing smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and reverent as his hand returned to her thigh, caressing her gently.
Serra swallowed hard, her voice catching in her throat. She wasn't sure how to respond—not when her mind was a whirlwind of anticipation and need. Instead, she reached for him, her hands brushing against his chest before sliding lower. She touched him tentatively at first, her fingers wrapping around his length with awe.
The weight of him in her hand made her breath hitch. He was hot, pulsing against her palm, and she marveled at the way he felt—firm yet soft in a way that made her want to explore further. Her thumb brushed over the tip, and she felt him twitch in response. Cameron let out a low groan, the sound sending a fresh wave of heat through her.
Serra's cheeks burned brighter, but she couldn't stop herself. Her hand moved slowly, her touch exploratory as she stroked him, imagining what it would be like to feel him moving inside her. The thought made her thighs tremble, and she glanced up at him, her lips parting.
"Do you trust me?" Cameron's voice broke through her thoughts, his tone soft but steady.
She nodded, unable to find the words to respond. Her heart swelled at the tenderness in his gaze, the way he looked at her as though she were the only thing that mattered in the galaxy. "Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I trust you."
Cameron leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was slow and deep, full of unspoken promises. His hand slid to her hip, guiding her as he positioned himself at her entrance. The heat of him against her made her breath catch, and she whimpered softly, her fingers gripping his shoulders.
"Let me know if it's too much," he murmured against her lips, his voice a soothing balm to her nerves.
Serra nodded again, her chest tight with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. She felt the pressure as he began to push forward, his tip pressing against her folds, and her body tensed instinctively. The stretch was subtle at first, and she gasped softly as he entered her inch by inch.
The sensation was overwhelming—an exquisite blend of pleasure and pressure that made her toes curl. She felt every inch of him as he moved deeper, her walls clenching around him as her body adjusted. There was a moment of resistance, a sharp sting as he broke through her barrier, and Serra cried out, her hands clutching his shoulders tightly.
Cameron stilled immediately, his hand brushing her hair gently as he whispered soothing words. "You're okay," he murmured, his voice warm and steady. "Just breathe."
Serra focused on his voice, her breathing uneven as she tried to relax. The discomfort began to fade, replaced by a spreading warmth that left her gasping softly. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and she gave a small nod.
"You can move," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Cameron pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before he began to move again, his pace slow and deliberate. Serra's breath hitched as he filled her completely, the sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was overwhelming, consuming, and as he began to rock gently against her, a soft moan escaped her lips.
Her body responded instinctively, her hips tilting to meet his movements as the pleasure built with each slow thrust. Serra's hands slid up to tangle in his hair, her fingers gripping tightly as she whimpered beneath him.
As Cameron continued to move within her, Serra felt the deliberate rhythm shift into something deeper, more intense. The slow care of his earlier movements gave way to a faster, more urgent pace, as though he was no longer able to hold back his desire. Each thrust sent her spiraling higher, her moans growing louder as her body clung to him, craving everything he gave and more.
"Cameron," she gasped, her voice trembling as her nails raked down his back, leaving faint lines against his skin. The ship hummed gently beneath them, its subtle rocking adding to the sensation of being completely untethered, as if they were floating through space with nothing else in the galaxy but the two of them.
His lips descended on hers again, capturing her moans in a searing kiss, one that left her breathless and trembling. His hand slid up her side, cupping her breast firmly as his thumb brushed over her sensitive peak. Serra whimpered into his mouth, her back arching as he teased her, each touch sending fresh waves of pleasure cascading through her.
"You're mine," Cameron growled against her lips, his voice low and possessive, filled with an edge that made Serra's stomach twist in the best way. "You'll always be mine."
"Yes," she moaned, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as her thighs tightened around his waist. "I'm yours, Cam… yours."
Cameron growled softly, his lips leaving hers to trail down her neck, biting gently at the curve of her shoulder before soothing the mark with his tongue. "You feel so good," he murmured, his voice rough with passion. "So tight. So perfect for me."
Serra whimpered, her head falling back against the pillow as his hands slid to her breasts, squeezing and teasing them in tandem with his thrusts. His mouth found one of her sensitive peaks, his tongue flicking over it before sucking gently, drawing a cry from her lips. The pleasure was overwhelming, consuming her as he drove her closer and closer to the edge.
Her hips moved instinctively to meet his, her body matching his rhythm as the pressure coiled tight inside her. His hands slid lower, gripping her ass and angling her hips to thrust even deeper, and Serra let out a broken cry as he hit a spot inside her that sent sparks of pleasure racing through her veins.
"Cam… oh, stars, I'm so close," she whimpered, her voice high and trembling as his thumb slid between them, finding her clit with maddening precision. The added sensation made her back arch, her nails digging into his shoulders as the tension inside her reached its peak.
"Come for me, Serra," Cameron growled, his thumb circling faster as his hips drove into her relentlessly. "I want to feel you fall apart for me."
His words were her undoing. The coil inside her snapped, and Serra screamed his name as her orgasm ripped through her, leaving her trembling and crying beneath him. "Cameron!" she repeated his name like a mantra, like he was the only thing that existed. And to her, he was.
Her body tightened around him, her walls clenching as wave after wave of pleasure consumed her. Cameron groaned, his rhythm faltering slightly as he carried her through her release, drawing out every ounce of her ecstasy.
But he didn't stop.
Even as Serra collapsed back against the pillow, her body trembling from the aftershocks, Cameron kept moving. His thrusts slowed slightly but remained steady, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "That's it, Serra. Let it all out."
She whimpered softly, her body limp beneath him as the aftershocks of her orgasm left her trembling. Her mind was hazy, lost in the euphoria, and she could barely form coherent thoughts. All she knew was the feel of him—the heat of his body, the strength of his arms holding her, the way he moved within her as though he couldn't get enough.
"Cam…" she whispered weakly, her voice trembling with exhaustion and satisfaction.
But Cameron wasn't done. He shifted his weight slightly, his hands sliding down to grip her hips as he picked up his pace again. The intensity in his movements sent a fresh jolt of pleasure through Serra's body, and her breath hitched as she felt the fire reignite. "You're incredible," he murmured, his voice rough and low as his hips slammed against hers. "So strong. So beautiful."
Serra whimpered, her hands clutching at his shoulders as the heat between them grew unbearable. She felt him everywhere—all around her, inside her, overwhelming her senses until all she could do was surrender to him. "Cameron," she gasped, her voice breaking as he thrust into her again and again. "Oh, stars… Cam…"
"That's it," he growled, his thumb returning to her clit, circling it with precision that made her body jerk beneath him. "Give me one more, Serra. Just one more."
She whimpered, her body trembling as the pressure built again, impossibly fast. The fire burned brighter, hotter, consuming her completely as Cameron's lips found her neck once more, biting gently before soothing the mark with his tongue. "I've got you," he whispered, his voice a soft contrast to the intensity of his movements. "Just let go."
"Cameron!" Serra screamed his name again as her second orgasm overtook her, her body shuddering violently as pleasure exploded through her. Her walls clenched tightly around him, and she clawed at his back, desperate to hold onto him as the wave consumed her.
Cameron groaned, his movements faltering as he pushed her through the peak of her release. When her body finally began to relax, he slowed, pulling back slightly before his own release overtook him. He pulled out quickly, his hand moving to stroke himself as thick, hot ropes of his cum spilled across her stomach, marking her with his heat.
Serra gasped softly, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. His face was flushed, his chest heaving as he looked down at her, a satisfied smile spreading across his lips. "You're mine, Serra," he murmured, his voice filled with warmth and conviction. "Always mine."
Her heart swelled at his words, and she reached up to brush her fingers through his hair. "And you're mine," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "Always."
Cameron leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before collapsing beside her, pulling her into his arms. The hum of the ship returned to Serra's awareness, grounding her in the quiet reality of what they had just shared. But all she could focus on was the warmth of his embrace, the steady beat of his heart against her cheek, and the lingering pleasure that left her completely spent.