NSFW: A Night on Coruscant

It is the first time since the events of Ziost, that business brought her back to Coruscant. She isn’t very fond of this planet, but someone else is excited to meet her.

This is a rewrite of my Night on Coruscant fanfiction from a few years ago. My writing isn’t quite the same than it was three years ago, and this story is important to me, since it concerns one of my most favorite couple. Ever. I wasn’t satisfited how I… described events back then, so I reworked it. A bit. 

A special thanks goes to Jaspor, who helped me getting my mixed up grammar straight. And to my Twitter Mum Kayeri for helping me out with a screenshot from Coruscant, because I did uninstall swtor. No clue why, but I did. *shrugs*

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„Captain!“ A young Twi’lek shouted across the dock to get Saskaia’s attention. “Captain! It’s good you’re finally here.”
“Got another fan, huh?”
Risha could never resist an opportunity to tease her.
“You mean like that kid back on Tatooine? Who couldn’t keep his eyes off your boobs?”, Saskaia asked back, a naughty smirk on her face. “Come on. Let’s see what that guy wants.”

Saskaia walked towards the Twi’lek who was already in a rush towards her direction.
“It’s an honour to meet you in person, Captain,” he said breathless, leaning forward with his hands on his knees. “I have an urgent message for you.”
“Message? From whom?”
“Don’t know his name. Actually I don’t even know his face. I got the message from a droid.”
“A droid?”
He took another deep breath, and straightened himself up. “Yes, an astromech to be precise.”
Her eyebrows came together in a deep frown. “And that droid…”
“…told me, that his master has been waiting for your arrival for quite some time now, and that he wants to meet you over at the Dealer’s Den tonight.”
“Suspicious,” Risha noted from behind. Saskaia nodded at her.
“That was all?”
“No. The droid mentioned that you should come alone.”
“Alone?”
“That’s what the droid said, Captain. Not sure if I’ve mentioned it before. It was an honour to meet you.” He turned on his heels and went straight towards the exit.

“That doesn’t sound like a trap at all,” Risha said with a frown.
Cheerfully, Saskaia commented that with a short, “Yep”.  
“You’re planning to go, aren’t  you?”
“Of course I am.” And there was that smirk again. It wasn’t the first time her curiosity would get the better of her, and definitely not the last. “So, let’s go shopping. I have nothing to wear.”
Risha laughed. “Half of the cargo bay is filled with your clothes.”

~*~

Most people couldn’t tell an Ewok from a Wookiee, let alone one Wookiee from another, which was always useful. Bowdaar was already sitting in a dark corner of the Dealer’s Den when Saskaia entered. She wore her new tight black pants, black boots, and an emerald green crop top with long sleeves. She carried no visible weapons; her fists and the knives she hid in her boots would be enough, if someone was out for trouble. She looked around, scanning the crowd. The cantina hadn’t changed since her last visit: Holographic dancers, slot machines, and a lot of alcohol. A band was playing on the stage on the left side and a few more or less drunk patrons were dancing. She didn’t notice any familiar faces—except for Bowdaar. Saskaia shrugged, moved on to the bar on the far side of the cantina and ordered a Corellian Whisky.

She hadn’t waited long before she noticed someone approaching from behind. Before she could turn, she heard a very familiar voice.
“What is such an attractive suspect doing alone in a place like this?”
She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, inhaled the familiar scent.
“Waiting for a guy with perfectly styled hair and tight pants to end her boredom.” She turned around and looked straight into the eyes she thought she wouldn’t see again for a very long time. “Guess I can stop looking.”

“Hey there.” Theron Shan moved around her and leaned against the bar. Saskaia stood up to be eye to eye with him, though she had to move up onto her tiptoes to get there. There was a moment where both checked each other out. That he wanted to see her so urgently was a good sign, she thought. And no one ever fell in love without some risk, right? She couldn’t tell, though, if he felt the same. If so, he was also taking the risk. He put his left arm around her waist and dragged her close to his body. For a split second she paused in the movement and told the voices in her head to shut up. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Her lips found his, as soft as she remembered. A short, sweet kiss, that made her longing for more.

“Missed me?,” she asked after she had gotten her breath back.
“Have a guess,” he answered with the cutest smile she ever saw. “What are you drinking?” He dragged the nearest bar stool close to hers.
“Corellian Whisky. I hope you’re not on duty.”
“Nope. And if I were, I wouldn’t care. Speaking of. I guess you can relieve Bowdaar, now that I’m your bodyguard.”
She couldn’t help but laughing. She gave Theron a kiss on his cheek and went over to her friend, who was already at ease. After a few words, the Wookiee left the bar and Saskaia returned to Theron.

~*~

“So, how’s the gang doing?”
They left the cantina a while ago and strolled through the streets of Coruscant. He had his arm around her shoulders, while she had her hand in one of his back pockets, feeling his well-shaped bottom.
“Fine. Risha and Akaavi are still full of love for each other.” Saskaia sighed. “And Bowdaar in the middle. Guss is thinking about going back to Tython.” She leaned her head on his shoulders. “Don’t tell him, but I would miss that frog, if he goes.”
A couple were making out in a corner. Three young Twi’lek girls passed, their eyes on Theron, giggling.
“You haven’t mentioned…”, he started carefully.
“He left the ship on Ord Mantell a few weeks ago. After… what happened between us, he thought it would be better to part ways.”
“I see. I’m sorry, but I’m actually… not sorry.”
“Neither am I. Well, I miss his friendship, but he always wanted more. Can you imagine me on a farm on Ord Mantell, a mother of three?”
“I can imagine the mother part, but not on a farm. Rather, the rascals running around on a ship, trying to groom Bowdaar, putting some bows into his fur. Getting in trouble, and auntie Risha teaching them how to avoid getting caught.”

She couldn’t help but laugh.
“So, what about going somewhere more upstairs, where we have a sky above our heads? I can’t believe that so many people are comfortable among those high buildings, not seeing the stars.”
“I’ve got another idea.”
“Huh?”
“Just wait and see.”
He led her to one of Coruscant’s many taxi stands. Holding open the door, he gestured for her to get in. “After you,” he added with a smirk.

~*~

She went straight to the huge window on the far side of the apartment. From here she could overlook Coruscant. Its many lights prevented the stars from sparkling.
“Welcome to my realm. Mi casa es su casa.”
“Wow. This is how an operative of the SIS is living? I should think about changing jobs.”
She looked around. It was just one room, but a big one. The north side, where she stood, was one big window. Next to the entrance on the left was a huge display, which could be watched from the bed in the left corner and from the couch to the right of her. Both areas were parted by a decorated shelf with a fish tank in the middle. Behind the couch was a small cooking niche, rarely used by the looks of it. A door beside the niche led into the bathroom.
“Impressive, Agent.”
“The windows are opaque from the other side. Just saying.” He smirked, flinging his jacket onto the couch.
“Good to know.” Saskaia watched the fish, when he approached from behind, grabbing her hips.
She turned around. He traced the edges of her face with his fingers. Eyes met. A short, intense glance, before his lips came close to hers. Inhaling his breath she closed her eyes. She placed soft kisses on his lower lip which he answered with a soft moan. He pulled her closer and she could feel his hard length pressing against her.

Saskaia turned, pressing him against the window. Her hands wandered down his chest to his belt, fumbling to get it open. Too much time passed since they last seen each other and she longed for him. She kneeled down before him, dragging his pants down to his ankles, pulling off his boots. Placing soft kisses on the inside of his thighs she made her way up to his hard, twitching length. He moaned in anticipation, reached down into her hair, and pulled off the band that tied her hair. Falling down to her shoulders, he sunk his fingers into her mane.
She moved her tongue over the soft, exposed flesh on the tip of his length. She heard a hiss when he sucked in his breath. Saskaia took him into her mouth. Just the tip first, sucking softly, before more of him vanished into her. He let his head fall against the window, relishing her lips around him, warm and wet. His moans became louder, the grip on her head firmer. His legs started trembling.

Saskaia stopped for a moment, licking her lips, looking up to savour the expression on his face. Pure lust and longing. Theron used the moment to pull his shirt off over his head and lifted her up, pressing his lips on hers, hard and demanding. He only stopped to rid her of her top and get out of his trousers for good. He grabbed her bottom, lifting her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, his length pressing against her crevice. She couldn’t wait to take him in.

Theron carried her to the bed, and kneeled before her. One boot after another came off while she opened her pants. He pulled them off, leaving her exposed. He watched her, longingly. She spread her legs, her feet on his shoulders. He got closer to her, running his fingers around the outside of her crevice. Soft touches. She lay back, awaiting his kisses. Theron’s tongue found its target, dancing softly around her clitoris, while his fingers were gently searching for the entrance. She moaned, moving against him, calling for more. Her body started prickling all over, heat spreading from her belly to the farthest regions of her body. His hands moved over her belly up to her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her nipples. She cried out. She couldn’t get enough of this.

“I want you.” Just a hoarse whisper came from her lips between her ragged breaths. Theron straightened, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed. He put the tip against her entrance, giving her just that bit. She wrapped her legs around him, trying to pull him closer, deeper. He complied. Slowly he moved himself into her, hard and hot. Stars, that felt so good. She bent her back upwards, her moans changing to cries. He pulled out, as slowly as he moved in, teasing her with only his tip. It drove her crazy. Just before she thought she couldn’t bare this need any longer, he drove into her, hard and fast this time. With his thumb he rubbed her clitoris, while pushing into her again and again.
Stars exploding behind her closed eyes, her body went rigid. Twitching around him she cried out. Everything around her became non-existent. The only thing that mattered was him inside her, filling her up.

Theron’s breaths became shorter and she felt him become even bigger inside her. Then it was he who cried out. She felt the warmth of his seed filling her. He slowed down, bent forward, planting kisses all over her belly. She sunk her fingers into his hair.

Slowly, Theron crawled into the bed beside her. She turned onto the side, snuggling into his arm.

“I missed you,” she whispered.
“I missed you, too.” He kissed her forehead. “You are incredible.”
“It was a start,” she teased him.
His brows lifted. “A start?”
“Well, the night isn’t over yet, is it?”
“I think, you’re right.”
She let out a long sigh. This was where she belonged. In this bed with her Agent. If only the galaxy would stop, so she could stay here with him forever.

~*~

He escorted her to her docking bay the next day.
“And you really can’t stay a day longer?”
“Sorry, appointments. The next delivery is already waiting inside the cargo bay,”
Saskaia sighed. She would love nothing more than stay with him for a while.
“What do you think about vacations?” Theron asked.
“Something specific in mind?”
“Rishi. Just you and me and a hut in the middle of nowhere.”
“Really? Are you serious?”
“Yep. Let’s see, if we can manage two weeks just for us. What do you think?”
“That sounds great. I’ll call you.”
“Don’t make me wait.”
She gave him a last, long kiss, before she turned around to board her ship. When she reached the door, she turned around.
“I won’t.”
Then she closed the airlock and moved to the cockpit.

“Had a good night?” Risha asked grinning.
Wistful, Saskaia stared out of the cockpit’s windows, where he stood at a save distance, watching the ship. She sighed, happy and sad at the same time. “The best.”

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