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A Fall From Above	By : Poem Category: +G through L > Knights of the Old Republic Views: 25239 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It had been so long since Rinna had experienced a surprise like this. She'd been ambushed, she'd been beaten, she'd lost games when she was sure she was going to win, and she'd won when she was sure she was going to lose. She'd been caught off guard by comments and she had watched people she'd thought she'd known do the unexpected.

But this was something totally different.

When he'd caught her by the arms, when he'd pinned her to the wall, she'd been afraid. Not the same kind of fear that had gripped her before, with Mr. Levi, but it had been fear all the same. She'd never seen this from Onasi before. It wasn't that she had known him long enough to consider herself an expert, but she'd thought she had a handle on him, a basic understanding of his morals and his base personality. But this was so far off of the man she'd made him to be in her head that it was jarring. Frightening even without the aggression. She'd thought she knew him well enough. But obviously not.

It wasn't the anger in his eyes that had shocked her so. It wasn't the raw aggression radiating off of him in waves. She'd seen the potential for both of those in him before. It was the fear that had taken the rug out from under her. It was buried in layers of anger, but it was there, shining in the backs of his eyes as he shook her, ranted at her, gripped her so hard he left bruises. He was afraid.

Whether it was fear for her or fear of being alone, she knew it was at the idea of her being dead. She could hear it in his voice as he trailed off, looking down at her, his expression almost . . . lost. Like he had surprised himself and didn't know what to say from here. He was afraid because he thought she might die.

If she had been surprised at his reaction, she could hardly swallow hers. It felt like something had its claws buried in her chest, and was squeezing with all its might. Her breaths came in short, quiet, bursts, and her heart was racing. Crushing. She was crushing. Hard.

Her hand moved of its own accord, reaching up to cup his cheek softly, almost tenderly. Tenderly? Why? It wasn't a gesture she was used to. It felt awkward and wrong, and yet her hand had moved like it was the most natural thing to do. She could feel the way the blood slicked across the grizzle on his cheek, catching in the rough hair there. It felt wrong to mar his face with it, and still her hand didn't pull away.

Instead, she found herself leaning up on tip toes, reaching her face up to meet his towering frame, and laying her lips across his. Tender.

Her stomach tightened into a knot in her gut, the wrongness of this sweet gesture sluicing through her body like a poison. It wasn't like her, it wasn't full of her strength and arrogance, wasn't part of the wall she'd built up that had kept her alive and well all these years. It was too . . . open a thing. Too much as if she cared. No, that wasn't it. She was allowed to care, just . . . not like this.

It felt like forever before she pulled back, her eyelids pulling back reluctantly, letting in the world she'd blocked out for however many seconds. For a moment, her eyes caught his, watching her, examining her, and the words poured out before she could stop them.

“I'm so sorry Carth.”

And she was. That was the worst part. She was so sorry that she had frightened him. She was so sorry she'd made him think he might be alone. She was so sorry she'd put him in danger. And, most of all, she was so sorry she'd hurt him. Because she knew something of this had to hurt.

Suddenly, it was too hard to look him in the eye. Her face fell, her own eyes finding a meaningless spot on the ground to examine as she pulled her palms away. She'd left blood on his face. Probably all over it. Her hands were dripping red, her fighting style having always been brutal and harsh. She'd hit the jugular of the brutish guy, and it had coated her in the warmth. And now she'd put it all over Onasi's face. For some reason, she was so sorry for that too.

One bloody hand reached into her pocket, pulling out a square of cloth, a rag really, stained but clean. She always kept it, and a small vial of water, on her person just for these situations, when she inevitably bloodied herself beyond decency. Silently she poured water over the scrap of fabric, squeezing it to soak it properly, before turning to look at Onasi once more.

“Sorry,” she mumbled as reached up to wipe the crimson out of his grizzle. It was already starting to dry in the Tarisian-summer heat. He would need to take a shower to get it out properly, but she could at least make him decent enough to get back to the apartment. She dabbed gently at the marks on his face, wiping away the shapes of her hands, trying not to look him in the eye.

Of course, she didn't succeed. She'd almost finished with one side when her eyes darted to his, quick, just for a second. But when they met his, they caught, unable to look away.

He was staring right at her, unabashed, unashamed. It was a stark look, no sense of etiquette blocking his emotions from her. He was watching her so closely, enough to count each breath, each blink, each heartbeat by the jumping in her throat. She slowed where she was, the rag pausing at his chin, suddenly lost to what she was doing.

And then he was on her. His mouth crashed down on hers, demanding, commanding, as he pushed her against the wall again. The aggression in his movements was still there, but she could taste the difference in it, as his tongue swept out across her lips. She gasped, her mouth opening to him without a trace of hesitation, as he pressed against her, one leg pinned between hers. He wasn't trying to dominate her, as he had moments ago in his anger, or use her, as he had the other night. Instead it was like he was trying to communicate something he couldn't say in words, express something there was no spoken language for. And Rinna could feel the crushing feeling in her chest again.

It seemed impossible to switch gears so completely after the terror and desperation of the fight. But when the pilot pushed his thigh against that sweet spot, she felt every nerve in her body come to life. She moaned into his mouth, a low, greedy sound, as her hands snaked up to tangle in his hair. She'd dropped the rag somewhere, her hands were still bloody, but god she didn't care right then.

She met his enthusiasm, her tongue twining with his, dancing in a desperate way. A low sound came from his throat as she moaned, and his hands fell from her arms to her hips, pulling her closer to him. She obliged all too willingly, wrapping one leg around him, dragging him closer. When he tugged at her other leg, she obliged, twisting it around him so that she was supporting her weight on his waist and the wall behind her. Her ankles crossed across his buttocks, and she used her position to push herself up, so that she towered over him. Her hands fell from his hair back to his face, pulling it up to hers, cupping it as she kissed him fervently. She could feel his length hardening against her core, promising something she was suddenly all too ready for.

This was better, more what she was used to. Sex was something she could handle. It was a language she was all too familiar with, and one she reveled in, to say the least. Fucking Onasi – that was something she'd wanted to do again after her initial taste. She'd figured it would take some work, what with his silly Republic pride, so this was a pleasant surprise, to say the least. This she liked. This she could handle. The awful crushing feeling was lost in the great wave of lust that came pounding down around her, and she accepted it gladly, ready to be in more familiar waters.

Onasi's hands held her solid against him as she rocked, unyielding and firm. Like sitting on stone. His body met each of her movements with a slow thrust, pressing against her in the most delicious manner, wringing gasps into his mouth. When he pulled away to turn his attention to her neck, making trails of fire with his tongue and his lips, her gasping only got louder.

“God, Onasi, yes,” she breathed into his ear, blowing across it with hot, ragged breaths. Her tongue dipped out quick, running a fast line along the edge of his ear, and drawing a rattling groan from the pilot right into her throat.

Any thoughts of where they were and what had happened flew from Rinna's head in a matter of minutes. All her attention had moved to the Republic officer currently rocking against her, to the sounds of his groans and his steady thrusts. She could hardly remember the rest of the world existed. When his hands pulled away from her hips to work on the strappings of her pants, she pulled back eagerly, giving him access. It seemed a blur the time it took to shed her of them before she was back up on him, legs wrapped around him in that desperate way. She didn't even know when he had managed to shed his.

The heat of his cock at her entrance, pressing against her own slick heat, had her shaking in his arms. Her hips made tiny movements, without her permission, rocking his head against her. Each little rock pressed the tip closer to her, closer to being inside her, a delicious slow movement that had her panting, moaning into his ear. He was rock hard beneath her, his cock and his body both, unyielding as he held her, letting her work herself over on him.

When she finally lowered herself down, and the head pierced her, she couldn't hold back the ragged sound that escaped her throat, as she arched sharply against him. She could hear his response in her ear, a gravely, masculine sound that her body responded to with delight. She could feel her walls clench down around him, trapping him as if afraid he would escape. His body jerked beneath her at that, and she could feel the way he twitched in anticipation.

He waited until she had worked her way down his length, letting her impale herself fully on him, before he made his first move. Maybe he remembered how painfully tight she'd been the other night, how his brutal thrust had made her scream. She tightened around him again at the memory. She hadn't had much of a chance to screw around in the Corps, nor had she found anyone she was interested in in that way. So it had been a while to say the least. But just as before, her body adjusted to his width eagerly, and when he rocked into her at last, she felt nothing but a mind-wiping wave of pleasure.

“O-oh . . .” The sound that came deep from her throat was one of surprise and pleasure. She'd almost forgotten how good this could be. The other night she'd been high. It almost didn't really count. But this she was blissfully aware of. The feeling when he rocked into her, that spread out from her core through her body, warming everything it touched, filled every bit of her conscious thought, wiping all other thoughts away in a flood of pleasure. Her head fell back against the wall, her hair slipping back behind her. The feeling of his mouth at her throat again had her tangling her fingers in his hair, her other hand gripping the back of his neck, as if to hold him there.

He started slow, each thrust steady and determined. He would pull back, dragging the motion out, giving her enough time to anticipate the thrust. And then he would pound back into her, hard and fast, only to withdraw slowly again. Each time he withdrew, she had just enough time to catch her breath. Each time he drove into her, she cried out. A slow rhythm started, a cry then a gasp, a cry then a gasp. Her fingers bit into his shoulder as she rocked to match his movements, arching against him, wishing she could feel her breasts against his bare skin. God, this was even better than before. He was so steady beneath her, like a rock, sure in every movement. She felt like she was melting on top of him, turning into a quivering, moaning pile of sweat and lust. The raw animal need she'd tasted that first time had been an incredible experience, but this was something she could get addicted to. Like a drug, the way he rocked into her, hitting that sweet spot that had her gasping against him. It flooded through her like the sweetest high.

“Oh, god . . . Onasi . . . fuck . . .” She could feel her body tightening up already, could feel the telltale signs of an impending orgasm already hovering over her, waiting to crash down like a tsunami through her. Her body shook, her gasps too loud, and her hips were moving without her say-so. She had her body pressed so close to his, was impaled so deeply on him, each time she ground against him, her sensitive nub would rub against his skin, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. It was too much. She couldn't keep going like this, couldn't handle his smooth thrusts, the ones picking up to a steady speed now, couldn't handle the sensual way his muscles of his back slid under her fingers. Couldn't handle how harsh his breathing had turned in her ear.

“Cum, Rinna.”

The jolt of surprise at the words, words she never expected to hear from those lips, sent her crashing over the edge so harshly, she had to bite into the meat of the pilot's shoulder to keep from screaming her pleasure. Wave after wave washed over her, whiting out all conscious thought, all other sensation in her body. She couldn't breathe past the clenching of her muscles, from her core to her chest. Her fingers bit deeply into his back, scoring lines that were sure to show for days. It was like she was being electrocuted, but god, nothing had ever felt so good as this. Nothing had the right to.

She was still cumming when she felt the pilot still inside her, heard his rough curse in her ear, felt as he twitched inside her. God, she could feel it pumping inside her, she was clenched so tightly around him. It set off an aftershock that had her rocking against him again, desperate movements to ride out the last of her orgasm. He was speaking rough words into her ear, but she was too mind-numb to understand them. All she knew was the last waves of pleasure rippling through her as she finally slowed against him.

They stayed like that for a few moments, both struggling to catch their breath, both shaking against the other. There was a sheen of sweat against Onasi's tanned skin, and she could feel the evening air cooling against hers. Her ears cleared enough to hear the faint din of music, and for a moment, she remembered where she was.

She'd fucked Onasi in an alleyway.

After a few more moments, Carth lifted his head from her shoulder, his arms steadier in holding himself up, though his breath still sounded painfully ragged. Had he screamed? Had she? She couldn't remember. Even a few moments after and the memory was already one whited out block of pleasure. Her walls clenched happily around his semi-hard length, enjoying the feeling of the fullness still left there. She'd always loved that feeling after cumming.

The feeling of the man leaning his forehead against hers was surprising, but she didn't pull away. Honestly, she didn't have the strength to move if she wanted to. Onasi didn't seem to be eager to go anywhere too soon, which suited her just fine. She would have been happy to stay against this damn wall all night, just like this.

“We still have supplies to get.”

His voice was hoarse, but oddly normal. Like they were still in the cantina, sipping on Cometdusters. Like they hadn't just fought a life or death battle and had crazy alley sex. Rinna couldn't help but laugh at his tone, a raw sound in her sore throat that came out as more of a shaky chuckle than anything.

“Yeah, I guess you're right.” Her tone sounded surprisingly close to his, and she smiled a small smile, shaking her head. She pressed against him one last time, squeezing around his length, rocking against his hips, clutching to his back, before she released him.

“Where to first, sir?”
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