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When Earth Collides With Air

Back on board The Scourge, Commander Temi knew that the Captain’s quarters wouldn’t be the roomiest place to finish their date, but it didn’t matter because she had a feeling based on his statement when they had departed the Bastion Ball that they weren’t going to need a lot of personal space. Normally she would have waited for an invitation from a suitor to enter his bedroom – or well in the case of the starship, a room with a bunk and private refresher – but Hans made it quite clear what he intended to do with her tonight, and with much anticipation, she followed him into his quarters. She didn’t care who saw her sneak off with the Captain – she was beyond caring what anyone thought, not the honor guard, her troops or Sgt. Major Ulysses.

It felt as if their first kiss in Pellaeon Gardens was light-years away now and Tmoxin was anxious as if they had never touched before. Even though the Hapan officer was used to feeling superior around men, those preconceptions went out the window when she was attracted to one. Right now she was quite willing to submit to whatever whim or desire he had.

She stretched cat-like onto his bunk and rested her head on her hand, her elbow propping her up. “Do you have anything to drink?” she asked. Tmoxin had already sipped quite a few glasses of champagne, enough to be tipsy. But with her mounting excitement, she felt very sober. She searched the Captain’s intense green eyes to see if he was nervous too.

[member="Hans Vaiden"]
 


Far away, deep in the bowels of Kinthar's seediest cantina, Cyril stirred.

Even in his unconscious, drunken state, he felt it. The subtle shift in the force. The torrent in an ocean of calm.

His eyes shot open. He lifted up from the table.

"Someone...somewhere...baby making."

 
The Scourge was in high orbit above Bastion and the crew was under orders of shore leave, so Hans and Tmoxin didn't even worry about being seen when they arrived in the hangar. Only a simple skeleton crew occupied the Star Destroyer and worked only hard enough to keep the thing afloat until morning came around and their shift would be swapped out. It occurred to Hans that most people assumed all aspects of military life were disciplined, unflinching, and very dull in nature. The Captain enjoyed proving them quite the opposite.

For instance, he had one fine piece of work clasped onto his arm. The perfect creature didn't even let go until they'd reached his private quarters and even then she chose to swiftly move forward to occupy his bed. If this was what his daily life was going to entail, he had nothing but great things to look forward too.

Tmoxin asked for a drink, and he did indeed have some. He was a respectable naval commander after all, so it would've been crazy to assume he sipped Root Beer while not on duty. Rather, he had an assortment of hard liquors and whiskey stowed away within his secret little hiding spot. They were all ice-cold, having just retrieved them from a little refrigerated storage unit. Corellian whiskey was his prime choice, so he popped the top off and deftly poured it into two glasses.

"I don't have very many, er, ladylike drinks here. Mostly hard stuff," Hans said, easing himself onto the bed next to the beautiful woman. He gently handed her one of the glasses. He surely hoped she hadn't noticed the glass when he passed it over, mainly because it was in his best interest to conceal the trembling of his hands. The Captain was actually fairly surprised the pouring of it went so well, because he was, in all honesty, completely and utterly weak in the knees. Seating himself on the edge of the bed wasn't some ploy to get close, it was because he would've trembled all the way down to the floor by now.

Hans tilted back his head and emptied the golden liquid into his mouth, burning his throat on the entire way down. He swallowed, grimaced, and turned back to gaze at her with piercing green eyes. "I'm amazed at how I managed to find a woman like you."

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]
 
Tmoxin took the glass from him gratefully. “Corellian whiskey is one of my favorites, actually,” Tmoxin said. She sipped the strong alcohol and even though it was ice-cold going down it warmed her insides right up. She also didn’t notice his hands were shaking as she was too preoccupied with admiring his handsome face, especially as he sat so close to her now. There was such a nice masculine angle to his jaw and his almond-shaped eyes were quite piercing, and oh by the eternal core, he was speaking to her again. It was too easy to be distracted by his good looks and well-built physique. Tmoxin always poised and polished was really at a loss for words, but she finally lifted her large green eyes to his and said, “Maybe it was I who found you, Captain and in that case, I’m the lucky one.”

She lay a reassuring hand on his sturdy arm and her fingers began to explore, tracing his bicep. She tucked a strand of red hair behind her ears and smiled at Hans. Tmoxin was normally so firm and direct but tonight the Captain would definitely see a more delicate side to her. She took his hand in hers and gave it a gentle kiss, something to let him know that she would be soft and yielding.

[member="Hans Vaiden"]
 
In the dim lighting of the fairly quaint officer's cabin, Tmoxin looked astounding. Hans tried to formulate words to compliment her, but he was dumbstruck by the perfect beauty that beheld her rounded cheeks, pink lips, and passionate gaze. When she spoke, her voice was like soft silk to his ears, entrancing and dreamy that tore his own physical being from reality as he let himself meld into her form. She kissed his hand with lips softer than anything he could ever imagine as he drew closer to her, his warm breath splaying across the base of her neck.

Hans kissed her there first. His own lips explored the crooks and crevices of her untainted, pure flesh with the curiosity of a schoolyard boy. He'd never really been with a woman in his life before, and now he was thrust into that passionate reality without a word of advice or even a single breath mint. The officer's breath was a mixture of aromas ranging from sweet champagne from earlier to that strong, pungent aftertaste of straight liquor.

The man kissed her again, drifting his lips a little lower this time. "I want you," his voice nearly quaked. "No, I need you." Strong, muscular arms wrapped around her curvaceous form, exploring her hind quarters with delight before tentative fingers skimmed across the soft skin of her back.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]
 
His lips finally sought hers and it couldn’t come soon enough as the need to feel him against her began to block out just about any other thought she had. But luckily she didn’t have to take matters into her own hands. Hans gripped her tightly on the bunk and Tmoxin acquiesced with her body. As his lips moved downward, she threw back her head, allowing him access to the soft flesh of her neck to kiss or bite or do what he wanted.

There was something gentle about the Captain’s kisses, almost seeking her approval, which obviously she gave by how she pressed herself against him. He wasn’t like any of her other lovers as of late – there was an innocence to his advances as if he were in the desert and was tasting water after days of being parched. Tmoxin made the most appreciative noises in response.

She helped him get his jacket off and then hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt. She ran her hands up and then down his chest, her long red nails raking his abdomen softly, teasing… but also hard enough to give him permission that he could take her more ferociously if he wished.

[member="Hans Vaiden"]
 
There was a silent, unexpected accent to her motions. She accepted his touch and kisses gratefully, with accompanying noises and moans that riled the man up even more than he'd expected. It was clear that this wasn't her first time, though the sudden shock of having such a man like Hans taking her on was more than enough. He hadn't even been with a woman, and it had been decades since this kind of emotion was unbuttoned from that rigid, harsh lifestyle he led.

Soft, slender fingers coursed across his chest and unfastened the buttons of his dress shirt. The beating of her heart was like music to his ears, warm and thumping against his lips as he drew his trail of kisses even lower and lower. Fingernails lightly dug into his flesh and he grinned dreamily, reaching up to begin stripping the woman of her luxurious dress. After all, it wasn't polite to break a promise and he had indeed promised to tear it off of her.

That was when he picked up his ferocity. That nervousness felt before was now gone, quickly replaced by raw, passionate lust for a this woman. It was carnal desire and love all wrapped up in one package and if Hans hadn't held his tongue, he could've sworn a growl had been produced by his vocal cords. Be that as it may, it was time to get things done. His hands found her rump once again and he pulled her up to him, easily pulling Tmoxin into a position over his lap, straddling him.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]
 
After Tmoxin pulled off the Captain’s shirt, he planted kiss after kiss onto the soft, flushed skin of her chest and down to her stomach. And just as he had assured her at the Ball, in one quick motion, he freed her of her silver dress. It floated down to the floor, leaving the red-haired Hapan officer in a black strapless bra and matching silk panties.

He would notice that aside from a handful of freckles on her shoulders, Tmoxin’s pale skin was unblemished and smooth. But before she even had time to kick off her heels, Hans had pulled her up onto his lap. She felt his fingers underneath the back of her bra, and she smiled as he struggled with it briefly. And to make matters worse for Hans, the whole time he worked to get the bra off, she decided to kiss him very softly on his neck and right behind his ear. She breathed in the aroma of after-shave, mingled with his sweat, and she pressed down upon his lap to wordlessly say what she wanted him to do to her. As her hands wrapped around the Captain, her fingertips explored his warm skin and his taut back muscles with an urgent, primitive need.

[member="Hans Vaiden"]
 
{And this is where it fades to black, for obvious reasons. Hans and Tmoxin did their thing, had a good time, and would eventually sleep the night away until they would arise in the waning hours of the morning.}

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]
 
Between the champagne, whiskey and hours of love-making, Tmoxin slept very soundly. The Captain’s bed was full-sized and unexpectedly comfortable. When the Commander traveled on her own private business, it was mostly on The Sovereign Butterfly II and her bedroom in the luxury yacht was outfitted in a Queen-sized feather bed. As the 182nd Legion Commander, she did have her own quarters on The Scourge but they weren’t nearly as spacious as the Captain’s. Maybe she would have to mention that to him when she got a chance… angling for an upgrade in a moment of postcoital bliss may not be such a bad idea.

Tmoxin watched the Captain besides her sleeping soundly as well, his back to her. His quarters were refreshingly quiet and private. Very content, she sighed and slipped an arm around his broad back, trying not to wake him but longing to feel his skin again if just for a moment. She nuzzled against him, placing her lips softly on the nape of his neck right where there were wisps of short hair. She breathed in the smell of his skin, savoring it, knowing that tomorrow or the next day, they may suddenly be thrust into engagements which took them to opposite ends of the galaxy. She was his Commander at this very moment but how long would that last? Tmoxin surely wouldn’t try to climb the Imperial ladder right now, especially if it meant she would be separated from Hans. But she knew that these types of blissful nights would soon be over if either of them were re-assigned. Or worse deployed to a battle from which one of them wouldn’t return.

There was much more at stake now, she thought. Whatever had transpired between them last night had many consequences – obviously for their careers first and foremost. But also for their immediate futures if, for example, there was a bountiful conception from their union. She closed her eyes again and tried to lie there in peace for she didn’t want him to wake up and read all of the internal turmoil on her face. The Commander hated being without her normal grace and poise, even as she slept.

[member="Hans Vaiden"]
 
The slumber that had overtaken Hans had been the best he'd ever experienced. Typically the long hours of the night faced the Captain with either useless time spent in an attempt to sleep or having said efforts result in nightmares. But now, his body rested easily and sweetly beside the form of his newest companion. This occurrence hadn't ever entered Hans's mind, especially not while he was aboard an Imperial Star Destroyer. Nonetheless, this passionate, swelling feeling from within stirred emotions that he never realized existed.

Hans stirred only slightly at first, blinking hard and sucking in air through his nose. He made a noise akin to a throat being cleared, grumbled something incoherent, and then began to rub the grogginess from his eyes with balled fists. The man didn't even realize he wasn't alone until he shifted his arms to settle back down, brushing across another arm. Warm skin melded against his and the pitter-patter of warm breath against his neck sent goosebumps down his spine. Soft, decadent flesh shifted against his once again and Hans almost felt his eyes roll back in pure ecstasy.

After a few moments of blissful silence, the Captain adjusted to roll back over and face the woman occupying the rest of his bed. Cool green eyes met blue orbs with a bright, early morning grin. "Mornin'," He said, drawing closer to her. That moment only lasted for a short second when he noticed the tension, the thoughtful look on her face. "What's wrong, dear?"

Hans didn't even give her a chance to reply before he moved forward to plant a kiss right in the middle of her forehead. If that didn't make her smile or push away whatever thoughts were plaguing her mind, he didn't know what could've.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]
 
The kiss on her forehead definitely helped soothe her mind, and she closed her eyes for a moment, just enjoying his lips on her warm skin. Her eyelashes fluttered open and she gazed at Hans and then gave him a seductive smile.

“Nothing gets past you, does it?” He was perceptive she would give him that, but then again, you didn’t get to be an ISD-II Captain by missing any signals whether they be military or social. “It’s nothing really.” She honestly didn’t want to plague him with her fears and especially ruin this type of moment that either of them rarely had to enjoy. Instead she laughed softly, a dulcet sound. “Hans, was that your first time? Last night?”

With her question, he would get a glimpse of the Hapan in her, prying into a sensitive issue without tiptoeing around his feelings. Ultimately in her mind, he was a man and not her exact equal, although she was intensely fond of the Captain and held him in the utmost respect. But as he grew closer to Tmoxin, he would see this side of her come out – fearless and questioning, not even realizing that her inquiry in other cultures may be an improper one for a woman to ask a man. Especially such a virile military figure such as the Captain.

[member="Hans Vaiden"]
 
If she thought being asked such a question was embarrassing, it wasn't. Hans had been born and bred for Imperial service, to further this great and glorious into something of awe and might. Hans wasn't conceived to carry on a family name or anything and his parents had barely even settled down to give the young boy "the talk." The young man didn't typically care for women in that age, even when he was curious as his high school life waned. Like it or not, he was fairly different from most of his classmates.

Hans nodded in reply. "It was. Why do you ask?" If she wanted to know whether she had taken his first time or not, she had. While Hans wondered if she herself was impure, he found himself reaching deep down into himself? What was that? Jealousy, anger, disappointment? Or was it simply the dull pang of neutrality? He didn't know, but it was there; ever present to remain within his heart.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]
 
While it may have been Hans's first time, it wasn't the Commander's. But it was not as if she was a loose woman. She had no intention of being branded as such especially amidst the strict moral standards back on her homeplanet of Hapes and so she had always kept her dalliances very quiet. And for the most part they were experimental, pleasure-seeking or in the rare circumstance, traded for something Tmoxin really wanted. But if it's one thing that she had never experienced it was love. She had school-girl crushes but her feelings for another were not deep nor lasting. Until now.

She entwined her bare legs with his and moved herself closer to him. “I’m honored to be your first,” she answered with a reassuring smile. But the Captain wasn’t another one of her conquests. Tmoxin was falling for Hans and her feelings were very foreign to her, having not ever been in love before. It wasn’t the kind of feeling she would talk about excitedly with her classmates back in finishing school. Her attraction and longing for him was almost a painful ache, even though he was right beside her, comforting her. She sent her fingers softly up his shoulder and back down to trace the muscle of his bicep. “What now, Captain?” she asked. “What will happen to us after this? Do you think the Grand Admiral will be angry that you’re sleeping with the Legion Commander?”

[member="Hans Vaiden"]
 
If Tmoxin couldn't place a finger on the emotions she was feeling, it would be impossible for Hans to do so. Love had never occurred to him as a possibility - and he even considered it a liability at one point in time. During academy life in his late teens, couples sprang up and died faster than fires. Lovers did stupid things for each other and both usually suffered grievous consequences due to their ignorance and tendency towards self-sacrifice. At any rate, Hans was not willing to throw his life away for some meatbag of a mook, but Tmoxin was different.

Much different.

Honored to be my first? He thought, Wait, is she suggesting this is to happen again?

He honestly had no clue. Hans merely kept a dreamy smile on his face, disregarding the fact that he was completely and utterly naked, vulnerable to this woman. Only a thin line of sheets concealed his lower half, but he accepted the entwining of her slender, silk-smooth legs with gusto. "What now?" He repeated, tasting the question with his own lips. He really didn't know. Most of the crew was gone and he doubted anyone had seen them but the relationship between commander and subordinate would be apparent.

"Well, we'll take it one step at a time." Her soft fingers traced the lines of his muscles, sending tingles down his spine and spreading goosebumps with impunity. "One step," He brought his lips to hers, "At a time."

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]
 
When Hans smiled, Tmoxin had trouble concentrating on anything else. It was the combination of his somewhat rakish smile and his honorable heart that was irrestible to the Commander, and probably any hot-blooded female in the radius of the star system they were circling. Although it didn’t appear that Tmoxin would have any competition as she had never really seen Hans Vaiden near the side of another woman unless it was someone in his regiment and even then he was nothing but professional. If he was a scoundrel, he hid it very well.

As he kissed her again, she let a moan of pleasure escape her lips. His body was warm and as she moved closer to him; they were now both entangled together in the soft sheets which lined his bed. As she continued kissing him, she softly stroked his face with gentle hands and she could feel his morning stubble, her lover’s chiseled face less smooth than the night before.

“Captain Vaiden,” she said breathlessly. “Please take me again.” It was less of an invitation and more of an urgent demand to repeat what they had done not only a few hours ago. In the dim light of his quarters, with no sun or sky to ground her, she was losing sense of time, but frankly it didn’t matter to her. Tmoxin was going to stay in his bed until she was forced out of it either by hunger or by the Captain’s schedule. The Hapan officer had her own responsibilities but those were so easily forgotten and forgiven in her superior officer’s welcoming arms.

[member="Hans Vaiden"]
 

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