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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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Okay, finally some Carth satisfaction. It's been a while since I've written a scene like this, so hopefully it's alright. As always, reviews are greatly appreciated!

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She had been gone too damn long.

Carth Onasi paced in the abandoned apartment room, anger running through him like poison in his blood. This had been a stupid idea, another in a long list of stupid ideas Rinna Helwyn had. He never should have listened to her. Walking into a nest of Sith, without backup, without even a way to communicate? How stupid could she be? He had no way of knowing if everything was going okay, or if she had been captured and was spilling all her secrets right this very moment. The Sith could be coming down on him now, for all he knew.

“Stupid.” He wanted to throttle her for putting him into this. He wasn't used to standing back and waiting while others did the dirty work. He wasn't made for it. He wanted to be in the thick of things, fighting the war, not watching it. He felt like a kid, left behind on date night.

When he heard the knock, he was at the door in a heartbeat, blaster out and punching in a code on the control panel. A small screen appeared, showing him the hallway directly in front of the apartment. He recognized Rinna's familiar jacket, and her long hair, pulled back in a sloppy bun. She had her head down, and an armful of fabric, and from what he could see, she was having considerable trouble standing.

“Drunk,” he thought in disgust, before punching the controls to open the door.

She more fell inside than stepped. The Sith uniforms she had had bundled up in her arms fell to a messy heap on the floor, and she was giggling as she stumbled into him. He caught her reflexively, holding her up as she laughed to herself, and he started to wonder how much she had had to drink. Too damn much, he would guess.

“Rinna, what-?” he started. But he never got to finish. The smuggler yanked him down to her level, giving him a brief look at her eyes, the pupils dilated so wide they looked black rather than blue, before she kissed him.

Carth yanked back in surprise, trying to disentangle himself from her, but, as always, her grip was better than he expected. He stumbled back, Rinna still clutching him, as she shut the door behind them, kissed him fervently, then shoved him bodily into a chair.

“God,” was all he could think, before she was on him again, clambering into the chair right along with him, sliding up to straddle him. She was grinning down at him now, her eyes wild, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. Her arms snaked up to grip his shoulders, steadying herself, as she tossed her head back and let out a low, moaning laugh.

Something was wrong. This wasn't drunk. This was far beyond drunk. Her eyes were so wide she looked almost alien, and her skin felt too hot to the touch. She was stretching atop him, coiling and uncoiling in slow, exaggerated movements, as she laughed to herself in that throaty way.

“Are you high?” Carth asked suddenly, the realization hitting him hard. What the hell kind of party had this been? He looked her over again, noticing the shortness of her breath, the way she couldn't seem to stay still, the constant laughter. When she tilted her head back down to him, leaning in to look him in the eyes, he saw the thin blue lines snaking their way from her irises out through the whites.

“Rokna Blue.” The drug had been huge on the streets since the Vaynai Syndicate had started exporting it from Endor. Highly dangerous, in tiny doses it created an intense euphoria that lasted for hours. Anything more than a microgram would kill you.

“Yun,” Rinna murmured, leaning in put her head on his shoulder, in an oddly sweet gesture. “Drugged me.”

A fresh wave of anger flashed through him then, biting and sharp. He stiffened beneath her, reaching up to grab her by the arms. So stupid. Everything she did just got them into more trouble, the thieving, the flirting, and now this. He could feel the rage boiling up in him, threatening to choke him. How could she be so stupid.

“You-” he started, but she cut him of for the second time, putting a finger over his lips as she ran her own across his neck.

“Stop talking,” she muttered, before sinking her teeth into the meat of his shoulder.

Carth hissed in pain, yanking away and pulling her arms up above and behind her head in a sharp motion. She made a sound of surprise, tossing her head back, but it melted into a moan before she was done.

“Onasi,” she nearly whined, breathless and gasping, but he didn't release her.

“You need to sleep,” he told her sharply, glancing at the bed a few paces away. “It'll take a few hours to get the drug out of your system, but-”

His distraction cost him. In a flash, Rinna had twisted out of his grasp, twining her arms around to catch his wrists and force them behind his own head. Pain lanced up his arms as she pinned him, but he hardly had time to register it before she was kissing him again.

Her kiss was hard, forceful, bringing back the memory of the kiss outside the cantina, and making his cock stir. In this, at least, she seemed steady. Skilled. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth once more, finding his to twine with, and she moaned against him, bringing her body up to rub against his. She wasn't quite as frantic as before, letting the kiss slow, but deepen, as she rocked against him. He could feel her heart beat through his chest, hard and fast, and she was breathing harder as she beckoned him into her mouth.

He wasn't sure why he followed, his tongue tracing hers as they traded roles. When she caught it in her teeth, he groaned, the sound coming unbidden from his throat, and he could feel himself stiffening beneath the slow grinding motion she had started. She was teasing it, scraping her teeth against it, biting it, before she drew it in with a long pull and sucked. He groaned again, louder, and he felt his hips buck beneath her.

This was too much. He couldn't get his head straight, couldn't concentrate. When she pulled back to catch her breath, all he could was gasp along with her, his mind a swirl, as he struggled against his body. She was still grinding, slow and sweet, against his swiftly hardening length, and he could feel his breathing turning low and heavy as the feeling took over.

“Rinna, stop,” he finally managed, but it came out in a choked rattled. She had leaned down to rest her head on his shoulder as she ground, and he could feel her breath wash against the skin of his neck as she answered.

“I can't,” she moaned, darting her tongue out to lick up his throat. “It's too good.”

She was rocking harder now, her heat pressing insistently against his. In a flash, she whipped out to catch his lips again, this kiss frantic and wild. Desperation seemed to fill her every action as she moved, forcing his mouth open with her tongue once more. Her hands fell away from where they pinned him, falling to his chest, fumbling with his jacket. She had yanked it open and forced one arm from it before he registered what was going on. He protested, his arms reaching out to grab hers, but it was weak. He was too distracted to focus on stopping her.

She had the jacket off now, her hands slipping up under his shirt to slide across his skin. She moaned into his mouth, her hands making their way up to his collar bone, before raking down his skin. Fire spread from where she cut straight to his groin, adding to the flames that were building too fast. She was ripping at the shirt, tearing the thin fabric, until his chest lay bare to the strangely cool air of the room.

Rinna released him from the kiss then, bringing her lips down to his chest instead. She was kissing, licking, nipping everywhere she could reach, catching a nipple in her mouth and lathering it with attention. When he gasped, she switched to the other side, mirroring her ministrations, until they were both gasping for breath. When she came back up to catch his lips, his hands found her hips, one sliding up her back, under her shirt, of its own accord.

“God, Onasi,” she gasped against him, raking one set of fingernails down his chest again. The other hand was wrapped around the back of his neck, holding him in place as she kissed. When her raking fingers brought her to his belt, she didn't stop. The hand slid lower, reaching under her to grasp his cock in tight fingers through his pants.

Carth couldn't hold his voice. He cried out, bucking his hips beneath her and throwing his head back. She had him in a vice, the aching head of his cock throbbing at the attention. “Stroke,” he wanted to tell her, but he had no voice for words, instead he only groaned, the hand at her back sliding to her side and pulling her tighter.

“So hard,” she murmured against his throat, and she gave him one, slow, lazy stroke.

“Rinna,” he ground out through gritted teeth, struggling. In the back of his mind, where reason had been pushed, he knew he had to stop. He couldn't let her do this. She was high out of her mind, and he didn't want her. They'd both regret this in the morning. Well, perhaps not her. But he would. The words to stop her inched their way towards his lips, his hand tightening around her side, the other around her hip, preparing to push her away. But, god, yes, it was so hard.

“I wanna taste it,” she moaning against his throat. She had to feel the way he jerked under her at that, and the gasp he choked out was more than audible. He was losing the battle now, his tightened grip on her pulling her closer rather than shoving her off. He needed to stop her. But god, he couldn't.

Suddenly, she was slithering off him, squeezing between his legs to kneel on the ground between his knees. One hand still grasped him through his pants, and she held him there, trapped, as she brought her mouth up to cover him. He could feel the heat of her breath pushing its way through the material, washing over him, and he was groaning again.

His hand whipped out to catch her by her hair, holding her still, pulling her back.

“Rinna, stop. You-” But while her head was trapped, her hands went to a flurry of motion. She had his belt undone and his buckle opened before he could stop her. One slim hand darted inside his clothes, finding the burning heat, and pulling his cock out to meet the air.

She groaned when she saw it, one hand pulling away to fall down her own body, curving over her breasts and down her stomach. It was enough to distract him, as she leaned forward, and caught his head in her lips.

“God,” he growled, tossing his head back again. Her lips were warm and wet and impossibly soft as they moved so painfully slowly over his tip. She was humming a sound of pleasure, the vibrations shooting right to his core, and the hand still grasping his cock had gone tight as a vice once more. The hand in her hair went limp, falling to rest on her shoulder, as he rocked up to meet her.

She moved agonizingly slow, grinding down from the very tip, making her way over his crest, and down his length. She moved steadily, never hesitating, as he felt her tongue pass over him, and then the wall at the back of her throat greeting him. “Jesus,” he thought, as she continued down his length, impaling her mouth to the hilt, and burying the head of his cock in her throat. She held him there, the muscles of her throat contracting around him, and he nearly came right then.

“Fuck, Rinna,” he managed, before she pulled back, sucking on him hard as she went. She drew him out to the very tip, flicking the tip of her tongue across it, before she released him with a small pop. He pulled his head up then, looking down to her, only to find dark blue eyes, shuttered in darker lashes, looking up at him. The sight sent a jolt right through his cock.

She grinned at him, a crooked, wicked grin, before she fell on him again, burying his length to the hilt once more, and moaning around him. She started a steady pace, moving from the very tip to the very base, the hand that had held him sliding down to cup his sac, rolling it over in her warm hands. He let his head fall back again, shutting his eyes, drowning himself in the feeling, only to pull back up again when he heard her gasp.

She was still working his length, pumping and sucking at a slowly quickening rate. But she had closed her eyes too, and she was moaning around him. When he looked past her face, he saw the hand she had slid down her body, working furiously at something he couldn't see.

“God, she's-” he realized. The idea of her, her hand slipped under the band of her pants, her fingers finding her lips, how wet she was, slipping them inside her heat. It was too much.

The tightening in his balls a moment before was the only warning he got before he came, hard, throwing his head back to roar to the ceiling. His hand buried itself in her hair, catching her and holding her, pinned and impaled, as he shot his seed into her throat. It seemed to go on forever, the fire exploding through him, washing over him in sharp waves of pleasure.

When finally it ebbed, he lay still, struggling to catch his breath. It took him a moment to realize he still held Rinna, trapped by his hand and his cock. He let go of her hair, and she slid from him, sinking to sit on the floor, head down, making small noises he couldn't place.

“Rinna?” he asked, sitting up and reaching forward to brush her hair back to see her face. Had he hurt her?

But when he touched her, she threw her head back, the hair falling away to reveal her heavy-lidded eyes, her open, gasping mouth, and the look of sheer ecstasy on her face. He had shifted enough to be able to see the hand she was working furiously at her cunt, the fabric of her pants blocking his view, but he could see enough to know. She was pumping herself furiously, the gasping turning to moaning and whining as she worked. Her eyes flew open and she locked Carth in her dark gaze.

“Carth,” she said, the name sending another jolt to his groin. “Fix it.”
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