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Exiled Heart	By : Miranda Category: +G through L > Knights of the Old Republic Views: 3017 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: All characters property of Bioware/Obsidian. I make no money from this, it's just a fan project. My thanks to the creators for giving me the universe to play in!

Chapter List
- 1-Exiled Heart
- 2-Travel to Telos - Shower-time!
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- 2
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Chapter 2 directly follows the end of the first chapter and contains considerably more smut and steam. Atton Rand and the Exile, Nomi Yuulyn, make the most of the journey to their next destination. Constructive criticism still welcome alongside honest ratings, I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it!
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The whisper in his ear had set Atton’s blood on fire. To make things worse, the Exile had nipped it with her teeth then run off at her usual sprint to explore the ship properly. Double checking the course was set and linking an alert to the main comm system to tell him when they were nearing Telos, he stood up from the chair to follow after her. He almost tripped over T3-M4 as he ventured past the security room near the cockpit - muttering a half complaint half apology at the little droid, he decided maybe it would be best to check the camera systems rather than searching the ship blind. He certainly wasn’t in a hurry to bump into that blasted old woman again. She made him feel decidedly uncomfortable just by being in the same room. He shook off the shiver creeping up his spine and turned to the security console instead.
It took a minute or two of checking through to find Nomi - she was inspecting the interior of the port quarters. It looked like she’d found some clothes and towels too but he couldn’t tell clearly from the grainy monitor. Double checking the location he strode swiftly through the corridors to join her.
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Nomi turned as she heard the beep and hiss of the door opening and closing, pleased to see Atton had caught up without much delay. She held up the garment she had found in the footlocker to show him. “What do you think?”
The satin of the jet black nightdress shimmered in the light, the blue lace and ribbon trim sparkling as if the threads were spun from diamonds. Atton’s eyes widened with shock. “How the heck did you find that? I mean it’s definitely an improvement from that beaten up old mining uniform there, but you have some weird luck to find something like that in an old ship like this.”
"Well I guess my luck is picking up today, it’s even my size!” Her eyes shone excitedly, lighting up the room with her simple joy. “I also found these too, probably more practical for the rest of the time.” She held up a thick woven black jumpsuit with a heavy cloak to match and grinned. She replaced them on top of the footlocker and hung the nightdress over the door to the en suite. Atton thought to himself he could easily get used to this kind of comfort. It was certainly better than the cell he had awoken in that morning.
Looking around the rest of the room, he saw a large single bunk with a couple of towels laid out upon it, a small table and lamp nearby, and a desk and chair in one corner with a small computer panel. Nomi’s backpack sat next to the footlocker she had been searching, containing the few belongings she had recovered from her quarters aboard the Harbinger during their escape of the Peragus mines. Atton briefly wondered what might be in that bag that was so vital to collect even as they ran from the Sith, but chose not to question it.
Unable to restrain his curiosity any longer, he strode confidently towards her and laid his hands on her cheeks. For a brief moment he looked into those bright blue eyes, shining with a light he found difficult to explain yet utterly captivating, then he gently pulled her to him for a kiss. Her lips were as soft as he had imagined, and the kiss she returned more inviting and invigorating than he could ever have guessed. Her lips yielded to him, parting to allow their tongues to meet with such passion neither had known for a long time. His hands left her face and strong arms slipped around her waist, pulling her body closer. In response, Nomi’s fingers ran up the back of his neck, one hand settling there while the other brushed the hair from his forehead to end tangled at the back of his head, holding the kiss as close as she could.
When eventually they broke for air, it was clear that for both of them a passion had been ignited. She ground her hips against him with a slow smile and swiftly brought her mouth down to his neck, kissing, biting and teasing the sensitive nerves. A gasp escaped him as the sensation began to spread. His breathing had considerably quickened by the time she pulled away from her teasing and gently pushed the jacket from his shoulders. He shrugged to help in her efforts and when she was done he began to toy with the zip on the front of the miner’s uniform she had picked up previously.
Nomi kissed him once more, drawing him in to those perfectly soft and yielding lips, and she slid her hand down between their bodies to feel where he was rather obviously aroused. Withdrawing from the kiss again she purred her approval and allowed him to start sliding the zip down.
As his hands gently worked the zip past her throat, she savoured the sensation for a moment and smiled. Atton continued to slide the zip further until it was just below her breasts. Caressing them over the still scorched leotard she wore underneath for a moment, he resumed his work on the zip. It wasn’t long before the mining overalls were in a heap on the floor, kicked to one side by a stray foot, joining Atton’s previously discarded jacket. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her, whispering into her ear “I hope you’re not too attached to this old thing.” It took the work of a minute to catch the edge of one of the holes in the tattered brown garment to rip it to shreds, the pieces falling away to reveal Nomi’s true undergarments. Atton ran his hands down her sides, delighting in the subtle change of her breath as he leaned forward to kiss her once more.
Nimble fingers found the front of his trousers then, straining under the pressure of what lay beneath, begging for release. The button and zip yielded allowing him to step out of the legs, manoeuvring her towards the open bathroom door. As they approached though, the Exile spun him around and pressed his back to the wall holding him firmly by the shoulders. Playfully, he pinched her firm backside as she broke the kiss, for which she rewarded him by biting into the soft flesh of his neck. Air escaped his lips in a gasp at the firm pressure from her teeth combined with her agile tongue working at the sensitive skin. Every nerve in Atton’s body had lit up like blaster bolts zipping through his system. Before she could release him, he bent his knees to scoop up her legs in his arms and wrapped them around his waist, supporting her firmly by her beautifully firm hips. Nomi wrapped her arms around his shoulders, moving her bite to another patch of his neck. They both felt the heat build as their underwear met, his swollen erection pushing against the growing moisture behind her lacy panties.
Atton carried the stunning Jedi a few paces towards the bed, the shower long forgotten, and carefully laid her down atop the grey sheets. He propped himself up on his arms above her, leaving her legs wrapped around his waist. He took a moment to admire how her raven hair had fallen loose from its bun and splayed across the sheets behind her head. It was longer than he had initially thought but framed her pale features enticingly. Casting his eyes down he once again savoured the sight of her subtly muscular frame, wondering at how such a woman could be so strong and yet so delicate all at once. He was broken from his reverie by her hands reaching up to loosen and remove his shirt.
Gentle fingers worked the fastenings and pushed the fabric aside, moving now across his chest. Nomi was impressed by the sight, tracing her fingers along the lightly defined muscles that subtly rippled beneath his skin. She gave an exposed nipple a playful tweak and chuckled at the quizzical frown from the scoundrel above her.
He quickly stood upright, slipping the shirt off to the floor behind him, and lifted her leg towards him. Planting a delicate kiss upon each toe, Atton began to work his way towards her knee, kissing and caressing her as he went. Nomi pressed her head back into the sheets, closing her eyes and allowing her mind to focus on the exquisite sensations moving up her thigh. A little noise escaped her throat as Atton switched to her other leg, repeating the same pattern back up towards her thigh. When he reached the top he paused for a moment and sank his teeth into her inner thigh. He grinned at the gasp and squeak she tried to stifle at the sharp sensation.
He knelt on the floor in front of the bed and positioned her knees on his shoulders, running his hands along the outside of her legs and bringing them to rest with a light grip on her hips. Lowering his head towards her he savoured the light scent, the intoxicating aroma of her obvious arousal leaking through the laced panties. He put his lips to her and pushed his tongue against the cloth barrier, taking the first appetiser taste of what was to come next. His teeth gripped the fabric and pulled it to one side, revealing her most intimate area. A few wisps of dark curls sat around her entrance, neatly trimmed and oh so inviting. Pinning her hips down to the bed with strong hands, he thrust his tongue deep inside her. A moan ripped through her as her hand tightly gripped the sheets beneath her, hips straining against the grip holding her down as her back arched in ecstasy. The teasing so suddenly ended with the tension built to maximum tore the orgasm from her with a few powerful thrusts of his tongue.
Without pausing to allow her to draw breath, Atton withdrew his tongue and flicked it up across her swollen nub. Rewarded and encouraged by a further moan he worked his tongue around her, flicking, sucking, rubbing and gently nipping with his teeth. Holding her hips down firmly he worked her into a frenzy, climaxing in an explosion that ripped through her body with an intensity she had never before known, her entire form bucking and jerking with spasms of sheer pleasure that almost verged upon pain. That rogue tongue refused to stop until she lay still once more, legs shivering and lungs panting heavily. He let Nomi’s legs gently down to the floor and stood up, admiring his handiwork in leaving this beautiful and deadly creature utterly breathless and helpless from his skills.
She recovered after a minute or two and swung her legs up onto the bunk, making space for Atton to join her and beckoning for him to do so. As he joined her, they lay on their sides facing one another, joined by another fiery passionate kiss that sent sparks flying. His muscular arms wrapped around her, holding her close and subtly undoing the fastening of her bra with ease. Without withdrawing from the kiss, he slipped a hand beneath the now loosened garment to caress the shapely breast beneath. Firm yet soft, he was delighted to feel they really were as good as they looked. Her legs entwined around his as their tongues continued the fierce and hungry battle within their kiss.
Nomi relished the feel of warm fingers tenderly exploring the curves of her bosom, gently tweaking and playing with her already sensitive nipple. She felt a craving begin to grow down below. It wasn’t that she wanted him any more, her body was screaming at her that she needed this man inside her. She broke their kiss and slipped the bra from her shoulders, discarding it to the floor. She kicked the towels at the foot of the bed to the ground too and shuffled slowly down the bed, planting hungry kisses upon Atton’s chest and abs as she descended.
Reaching the base of his abdomen she was not disappointed by the large mass still straining against his underwear. With a brief grin to herself she gripped him in her teeth through the cloth and slowly dragged away to get a firm grip on the garment alone. With a few sharp tugs (and a little help from Atton raising his hips from the bed) the offending article was around his knees. Nomi let her hands finish the job while she traced her way up his thigh with a series of sharp bites - that’d teach him for teasing her so. Reaching her destination she ran her tongue slowly and deliberately up his now freed shaft, planting a delicate kiss upon the tip before she sat up and removed her own pants.
The fire in her loins burned like the twin suns of Tattooine and she could take it no longer, her animal instincts kicked in as she forced him onto his back and straddled him. Rubbing her moist slit against his throbbing member, she leaned down to kiss him with a force and passion that almost shocked him. With a deft movement she had his wrists in her hands holding them down on the quilt either side of his head. Her eyes were alight with mischief and anticipation, and her grip was too strong for Atton to break free of even if he wished to. Both of their senses were clouded by desire, as she ground herself against him, her breasts rubbing smoothly over his chest, her feet now hooked over his ankles holding them still too.
A brief thought flickered through Atton’s head, that when he awoke as a prisoner that day he had quite hoped to not be imprisoned again, but beneath the powerful will of this exquisite woman he was decidedly happy to be her helpless captive. In fact, the reversal of power had been surprisingly even more arousing for him. It felt like every nerve awaited her next move, even her black hair falling around her face to tickle his neck was a wonderful sensation to him sending shivers to his spine.
Nomi pushed her arms straight, locking her elbows, as she positioned herself over him and thrust down. They both gasped as the connection pushed deep within her tight walls. She withdrew slowly, pulling an agonised moan from him as he all but begged her to ride him into oblivion. Thrusting back down again she was delighted by the pleasure shooting through her. A few more tauntingly slow withdrawals and powerful entrances passed before she settled into a slow rhythm, savouring the feeling of ever inch sliding in and out of her. She relished the thick, throbbing length penetrating her to the deepest point, her slick moisture beginning to leak from the pleasure of feeling Atton inside her.
As the intensity of her pleasure grew, Nomi moved his wrists together behind his head and pinned them down with a single hand, freeing her other hand to grip her breast for a moment. She could see by the look on his face that he was desperate to touch, to kiss, to play, but this was her kingdom now and she would rule it however she wished. Her pace increased and she caught a moan escaping his throat. She leaned down and bit the side of his neck hard, eliciting a louder moan before she whispered in his ear with a voice full of both lust and menace. “Be silent, scoundrel, we don’t want the whole ship to hear.” Pressing a kiss followed by a finger to his lips to make her point she leaned back and pinched her nipples, throwing her head back, hair cascading behind her, and let out her own loud, pleasured groan.
Atton watched the beautiful Exile as she ground out her ecstasy upon him, watching as her hand slid down her torso and began to play with herself as she rode him. He so desperately wanted to reach out and touch her, to feel the firm breasts beneath his fingers once more, to join in touching her to pull a glorious orgasm from her lips once more. A noise escaped his lips and her eyes shot back to him, full of a forceful lust and unspoken threats. Her free hand left its task and gripped his throat. It was firm and restrictive but it was clear it wasn’t meant to harm him. He found himself enjoying the feeling of her utter power and control over him, as she quickened her pace and rode him hard, driving his full length forcefully into her in an incredible rhythm. Nomi bent her head to kiss him and bit his lip as she withdrew, throwing her head back and beginning to moan as she tightened around him, feeling the ultimate climax building.
Nomi felt the intensity building for him too, his already engorged member swelling further, pushing at her walls and throbbing with the beginning of orgasm. It was enough to tip her over the edge, screaming his name as pleasure tore through her entire being, spreading to every corner of her body. Despite the strong grip on his throat, Atton called her name too as the orgasm burst forth from him. The power and intensity leaving him light headed even as he emptied his seed within her, his cock throbbing and twitching as it poured forth its contents.
As the last waves of pleasure ebbed away through their bodies, Nomi’s vice grip released Atton and she collapsed on top of him, utterly satisfied and breathless from the experience. She kissed his cheek and rolled to one side of him, resting her head on his chest and her arm across his torso. His strong arms came to meet her, circling her body and idly stroking her now tangled hair. He kissed her forehead and smiled to himself. So maybe Jedi were all trouble, but this Exile was different. She said she was no longer a Jedi, which he found hard to believe, but it didn’t matter. He decided travelling together a bit longer might just be a good idea.
Nomi listened to Atton’s heart beating within his chest, and felt utterly content. In the years since her Exile, wandering the Outer Rim, she had found lovers but never felt this kind of satisfaction. Before she would leave as soon as they were done, but now she felt she didn’t want to leave this embrace. She felt at peace, and capable of dealing with the Force powers that seemed to be slowly returning to her. She opened her mind to her surroundings and smiled at the pleasant background hum of the ship’s systems.
They were broken from their peace by the comm system alerting them that they were approaching Telos. The countdown gave them 30 minutes before they needed to prep for landing at the station’s docks. With a sigh, Atton sat up with Nomi and kissed her cheek. “No rest for the wicked, eh?”
“I guess not.” She replied. “I think we could both do with that shower though.” She leapt from the bed and scooped up the towels in her arms, running to the bathroom with a giggle.
Atton sighed and shook his head, amazed at her seemingly endless supply of energy, and followed her in to the shower.
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