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dejwritesarchived · 2 years

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀rekindled, john price

divorce can either turn dark or be a smooth ride down lala land. john and you've been divorced for a while now, but it's not really much of a secret that he just can't stay away from you. especially when he has returned from being whisked away with task force 141.

♔ ˖ ✧ — general warnings: female reader, her/she pronouns, female anatomy described, black reader written in mind, ex husband!john, established past relationship, john and reader have a set of twins, reader gossiping with her friends, italics means a flashback, profanity usage, slight second chance lovers trope // smut warnings: oral (f.receiving), standing position, dirty talk, possessive!john prince, some love bombs are dropped, breeding kink, description of making out // word count: 4.4k, // ao3 // minors dni.

YOU AND YOUR EX-HUSBAND DIDN’T REALLY LEAVE ON A BAD NOTE. But You didn’t leave on a good note either. Your marriage just slowly became dull. Of course, you still had your beautiful twin boys that seemed to steal that charming smile John had. However, you were fully aware that attempting to stay together for the sake of the kids—did more harm than good. The divorce was finalized and the two of you were okay with co-parenting, actually, you’ve been doing it for over a year now. It’s been working well considering what John did for a living, so the majority of the time the boys were with you. When he came back home, they stayed with him.

It was okay. You were okay being newly divorced, having a nice paying job that you enjoyed, your two sons striving in academics and extracurricular activities, and you even oddly joined a book club also. The book club was filled with different types of women. From the women married to rich bachelors to the freshly divorced who snuggled up with their pool boys after the children slept. They were quite an odd crowd to hang around, but you were genuinely happy. Although you couldn’t relate to your husband buying you a brand new Mercedes or having a sultry affair with your child’s teacher, this group of women knew how to have fun when they wanted to.

Maybe that’s how you whine up at the town’s local bar with them. After realizing how hot and steamy the chapters of this month’s book club book were, you and the ladies decided to go into town for a drink or two. It’s the least you guys could do after a long week of student-teacher conferences and football tournaments.

“Do you ever miss him?” Blonde-haired Cheryl asked as she down a shot of tequila. Her face scrunched up as she picked up the lime slice to suck on. “You know? John?” She adds to ensure that her question was meant for you.

“What is there to miss? We divorced and went our separate ways. Our boys are happy, and that’s all we care about.” You answered truthfully.

“And what if she told you he just walked in right now as we’re speaking.” Thirty-two-year-old Sheila asked. Her brown skin glistened under the bar light as she leaned back into the booth seat. She twirled her finger around a coil on top of her head before letting out a drunken dreamy sigh.

“He isn’t coming back to town until next week.” You answered. The two women stared at you as if you’d grown another arm out of your body. You were sure it was because they drank too much, but Sheila had pointed at the figure that stopped to greet the very popular bartender that had seen everyone who stepped foot in here at their lowest.

You followed where she was pointing, and your breath hitched in your throat. There John was chatting with the bartender—completely making up for the lost time of him not being around. Your teeth nibbled at your lower lip as you quickly turned around before he could fully notice you. You watched as Cheryl placed her head in her hand with a cheeky grin on her face.

“What?” You asked as you leaned forward to capture the straw in your alcoholic beverage. “It’s not a big deal; he could be here to meet someone. You know, we’ve divorced you guys. He’s allowed to date.”

“Mhm, okay.” Sheila laughs. “Why are you suddenly so fidgety? You can’t even sit straight now.”

Now it was Cheryl piecing the pieces together. She’s been with you from the start of the divorce and even asked her husband to be your lawyer. She and Sheila knew you so well. Yes, she knew that you haven’t gotten laid since the divorce, claiming so many times that it’s messy to introduce a man in your life so soon. Despite you and John being divorced for a while now. But Cheryl was calling bullshit. She then covered her mouth in complete shock as the alcohol gave her a boost of realization. “You didn’t!?” She shrieks loudly, and that causes some people to glance in the table’s direction.

“Did what?” Sheila asked as she looked at her before popping another peanut in her mouth.

“You gave him some, didn’t you?” Cheryl asked. She collected the untouched tequila shot meant for you and downed it with ease. “You gave John some before he left and didn’t even tell us. Here I’m thinking you were practicing abstinence?” Her manicured fingers pointed at you like you were on trial for the Salem Witch Trials.

“What? That’s nonsense,” Now you were taking huge gulps of your drink. Even took the skinny black straw from the drink and down it until it was burning your insides.

“She did. She sees him and suddenly can’t sit straight. Don’t even want to see him. So, she must have enjoyed it.” Sheila laughed. “Spill the details now, or I’m throwing this peanut at your forehead.”

You couldn’t even lie your way out of this. What they were saying was true. Before John had to leave, right after dropping your sons back off to you—one thing led to another, and you found yourself gasping out his name and seeing stars in the moment's bliss. You hated to admit that was what you had thought about since he left. When your eyes closed to go to sleep, you visualized that moment of him being in between your thighs that night. Your cheeks even heated in embarrassment as you sat here trying to deny it happened. Having sex with your ex-husband was messy, especially when you have been telling your friends that you've been going out on dates and attempting the dating pool again.

“He dropped the boys off, and it just happened, okay?” You threw your hands up in defeat. “One thing led to another, clothes being torn off—you guys know the deal.”

“But did you feel anything, or was it just sex?” Cheryl asked.

“Like, did he fuck you with meaning or like a one-night stand?” Sheila asked.

“Sheila!” Cheryl shrieked as she playfully smacked her arm.

“What, Cheryl? I think this is an important question to ask, considering the circumstances. If he fucked her like a one-night stand, he just wanted a last little taste so he could go on about his life. But if he fucked her with some meaning, maybe, just maybe, he doesn’t want to let go just yet.” Cheryl had taken a sip of her vodka tonic and gave you a grin. “So which one was it, Y/N?”

Which one was it? You couldn’t even remember. You sat twiddling with your thumbs as the memories of that night came swirling around your brain for you to remember.

“They’ve been playing all damn day, so I figure that would be ready for bed when they get here,” John commented as he tucked one of the children in.

You only hummed at his response as you leaned down to tuck your other son in. It was good that they were going to bed at a reasonable time since they had school the following morning. You just were grateful that John was being a responsible parent and returning them at a good time that worked for both of you. As you two left the twins' room, you felt like this feeling was a little too familiar. The tucked the boys in, the each giving them a kiss goodnight and then sneaking out of the room not to wake them. It felt strange now, knowing with the divorce finalized—the two of you didn’t go to the shared bedroom together. Instead, John would share his farewell and just leave.

You were still getting used to your home's subtle silence now that John wasn’t here. You knew that if he were still here around this time—you would hear the laughter of your three favorite boys playing video games or watching television. But now it wasn’t like that. You no longer heard John’s loud laughter that echoed through the halls, no matter how hard he tried to keep it down. It was just silence.

“I’m going away for a couple of weeks, possibly a month max.” John breaks your thoughts as he stops you from going further down the hall. He noticed the grasp he had on your hand and quickly dropped it.

You were used to talks like this. Once again, it was different with you two being divorced this time. Your lips form a straight line as you realize that you’ll have to give your sons the talk. “Did you tell the boys?” You asked.

“Of course, they took the news quite well. Shockingly,” John chuckles as he rubs at his facial hair before sighing. “I just wanted to let you know also.”

“They’re not our little babies anymore; they’re getting so big.” You admitted. “But I appreciate you telling me,” You added.

He gives you a grin of satisfaction before he shares his farewells to find his way out. However, now it was you stopping him from departing. “Just return back to us—I mean them, in one piece.” You gave him a genuine smile that you knew he had to return.

“And if I don’t?” John turns to take a step forward, once again closing the gap between you two as you stand in the hallway.

“I’m going to come to save you myself if I have to. I am not going through these boys' teenage years alone, you smug asshole.” You said as you were trying to bite back a grin.

John glances at you with a twinkle in his eyes. His heart pinged at the sight of that grin. Some days he found himself questioning what went wrong without realizing that nothing can go wrong in a relationship. However, people can outgrow each other. They can just realize that it wasn’t working out anymore, and John was trying so hard to attach that statement to the two of you. He just couldn’t. The captain couldn’t let you go. He was quite upset that he let you go—that he sat and let the divorce happen.

“So please, John Price, return in one piece quickly.” You repeated. You noticed his eyes glancing at your lips and soon staring back at you. He did that when he wanted to kiss you. You’ve known him for years to tell that.

“And if you want one last kiss, just get it over with, John.” You threw your hands up in defeat, knowing that this would only complicate and confuse things. But then again, this could be the last time you see him.

With that, he’s kissing you. He’s kissing you so hard that you forget to breathe for a second. Your fingers grasped at his shirt to get him closer. Your back was pushed against the wall as John deepened the kiss. His tongue glides across your lower lip, aching to taste you. His guess was you were drinking wine before he dropped the kids off because, on Sunday nights, you spent it drinking wine and indulging in a bubble bath. Of course, he remembered that. He knew you more than he fuckin’ knew himself.

Your lips parted without a fight or fuss just to let John in. His tongue slithers in your mouth, and you can’t help but moan at the feeling. John’s kisses always took you to another universe. They were so intense that they made your knees go weak. They made you sit and think about them. They had you wanting more. Maybe this kiss and the fact that you haven’t been laid since the divorce had you eager for more. His lips disconnect from your lips to kiss your jawline and then to your neck. His facial hair tickles you, and you bite back a childish giggle as you notice how fast he moves. His hands lingered in the pastel pink silk robe that seemed to loosen each second.

“Fuck, I missed this,” John whispered before he planted a kiss on your swollen lips again.

“We’re going to wake the boys. We should go into the room,” You said between the subtle breaks of the kiss. “They’ll question why you’re still here, you know?”

“We’ll figure that out when we get there.” He leads you to the master bedroom that once was shared by you two. The scent of John still lingers around even though you even redecorated the room to your liking.

Your back pushes against the room door to close it shut as your eyes watch John tugging the shirt he wore over his head. Your teeth got caught in your lip as you took him in. From his broad shoulders to the battle scars. The sight of him had your panties wet and forced you to clutch your thighs shut. He took two steps to be closer to you again, his eyes taking in your features. From your coils that fell in your face due to your wash-n-go style to those eyes that put him in a trance every time he looked at you. His hands travel down to untie the knot of the silk robe.

Your skin is now garnished with goosebumps as soon as the crisp air in your room hits your skin. Your nipples had already hardened from just the sight of John, so they immediately poked through the silk fabric. John’s mouth watered at the sight of you. He always thought you were the most beautiful woman he had seen. His tongue wets his lips before he gets on his knees without a word to help you step out of your panties. He’s prompting one of your legs over his shoulder without a care, and without warning, he’s indulging in your taste. The flat of his tongue gliding across your wet folds. John missed this. He missed being between your plush legs, hearing you whimpering his name and clawing your fingers through his hair.

His tongue flickers at your clit, which got you talking. Your hand went up to muffle your moans, but as soon as you felt John’s tongue trace the outline of your entrance—you had lost any grace to keep your voice down. Your knees buckled slightly at the feeling of him in between your thighs. John ignored your pleas and cried about how good he made you feel. The only thing on his mind was the thought of tasting you. Making you come so good that when he left—he was the only thing on your mind. Was that selfish of John? Probably so, but he didn’t give a damn.

Teasingly he placed a kiss on your thigh before going back in. His nose nuzzled at your pubes as he took his index and middle finger to insert inside of you without warning. He let his tongue flicker at your sensitive bud as he thrusts his fingers inward. Your juices dripped down his slender digits as he fingered you. His eyes make eye contact with you as he’s curving his finger just to hit that spot that causes you to yell out his name.

“John baby, please. I’m about to-“ Your words stopped abruptly when you felt him remove himself from you. Your orgasm blew away as quickly as ever as John stood up off his knees. He’s staring at you with so much lust in his eyes—it was the same look he gave you the night the twins were conceived.

His bulge was noticeable in his pants; you took it upon yourself to tug him closer in a heated kiss. The taste of you now encrypts your tongue while you undo the button on his pants. You let your hand rub at his bulge, causing him to groan in the kiss. As you were helping him out his bottoms, his callous hands fully tugged the silk robe off. The robe decorated the brown wooden floors alongside John’s clothes, and with each passing minute, you became whole again.

He lifts you up easily, and a chill goes down your spine at the feeling of his cock brushing against your entrance. You were expecting him to carry you to the bed. You wouldn’t have minded him taking you in a missionary position where you could feel extra stroke; he put his all in. Or doggy style, where you could muffle out his name in the fluffy pillow. But instead, he’s using the door to lean your back upon, and with one hand holding you up—he using his other to help guide you upon his cock. Your arms snake around his neck in a strong grasp from the feeling of his thick cock stretching you out and the fear of him dropping you. You two had never done a position so vulgar, so this came as a shock to you. But the only thing you could do is indulge in the glorious feeling of John.

It was such an amazing feeling. It felt like John was the only thing you could stutter out. How his hands guided you up and down his cock had your eyes lolling in the back of your head. Your teeth nibbled on your lower lip to muffle your moans because you didn’t want to wake the boys. With each thrust upward, you felt your juices dripping down your thighs. When you made eye contact with John, you didn’t think you could get any wetter than you already were. He looked so wonderful like this. Balls deep inside you, uttering how well you’re taking him and how beautiful you look. Were you falling back in love with him, or was that just the way he was fucking you that had your brain all mushy inside.

“You haven’t been giving this pussy to anyone else, have you?” John questioned through his rhythmic thrusting.

You couldn’t muster up an answer until he fully tugged himself from thrusting upward inside of you and slamming himself back into your wet pussy once again. This time repeat the question so you can answer him loud and clear.

“No, I’m all yours, John.” You whimpered out with tears of pleasuring, staining your lash line.

You leaned in to kiss him deeply, your fingers combing through his hair, just wanting to feel closer to him. Although your bodies were already swapping sweat and intertwined closer than ever, it just felt right at the moment, wanting to be closer to John. His thrusting became quicker, and you knew he was most likely about to cum. You could always tell when he was about to come.

Cause when John came, he came a lot. Big heavy loads of his cum just oozed out when he came. He had a thing where he would always come inside you unless you told him not to. But it didn’t shock you; he told you before you two got engaged that he wanted kids. You always joke that it was why you were graced with twins instead of one child.

His face would get as red as a tomato, and the only thing you could hear him say as he cast soft kisses upon your neck and collarbone was your name.

“Y/N..Y/N..I love you, Y/N.”

When the two of you were being tugged down by the intense feeling of your orgasms, you quickly went to tug on your rob. Your skin felt hot, sticky, and you smelt like him. You were shuffling in embarrassment as you collected John’s clothes off the floor and shoved them in his hands. You couldn’t even progress the fact that he uttered those words to you.

“You must get out of here before the boys see you.” You were avoiding looking at him because you knew you would want more. You knew you couldn’t say those words because it would further confuse you.

You were expecting him to argue against your words, but John collected his clothes and started to put them on. The two of you were silent as you sat on the bed, attempting to collect your thoughts. You had just slept with your ex-husband and enjoyed it. Actually, you were eager for me.

And the last thing John said to you before leaving the bedroom you once shared was to give the boys one last kiss for me.

You leaned back into your seat, watching as your two friends were a giggling mess.

“I can’t believe you kicked him out afterward. You could at least let him sleep in the guests' room.” Cheryl said.

“Hell, he had his head in between her thighs. Might as well sleep in the master bedroom.” Sheila adds.

Sheila would finish her drink and check her phone, “Oh shit, the wife has come to pick us tipsy stranglers up.” She says as she looks at you. “I mean, you can always ask John for a ride. Considering you already…you know.”

Cheryl snickers as she tugs her jacket on and collects her belongings. “Sheila, we have to be serious. He can’t know what we know. Now I’m heading to the ladies' room before we leave; you coming?”

“Oh yeah,” Sheila says.

“I’ll meet you two outside.” You slipped on your jacket and moved by the crowd in the bar to exit. Purposely avoiding the direction that John was near.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to see him. You just knew seeing him would mean you’ll bombard yourself with feelings that you've been thinking about since he left. You’ll be forced to think about how maybe letting him was a huge mistake.

As soon as you stepped outside, you called the babysitter for your sons to let them know that you were on your way home. Your back leaned against the brick wall waiting for Sheila and Cheryl—of course, they would take forever in the bathroom when you needed to run away from someone. You tugged your jacket further on your body once you felt the crisp nightly breeze brush by you. Suddenly, you could feel someone standing next to you. And you knew it was him.

For one.) he probably saw you leave in such a hurry you would think you left your oven on at your house or two.) Cheryl and Sheila didn’t actually go to the bathroom. They most likely drunkenly approached him and said that you were waiting for him.

“We need to talk.” It seemed you two said at the same time.

Now you were facing him, the sound of the bar door was pushed open, and your two friends bubbly stumbled out, arms linked with each other as they walked towards Sheila's wife's car.

“Bye, John,” Cheryl drags out his name with a childish grin, not hiding that she knew you two slept together. “Y/N? Are you coming? They can drop you off also.”

“She’s in good hands, Cheryl. I’ll make sure she gets off safely.” John gives her a half grin, and you look at your friends, trying to telepathically tell them not to leave you alone with him.

But Sheila only winked at you before wishing her farewells to you and John and dragging a tipsy Cheryl away. Now the two of you were alone. Just you, him, and your thoughts about that night before he left.

“We should get going. The babysitter is waiting for us—I mean me.” You said, and with that, you followed John to his car.

Too many memories hit you all at once when you were in the passenger seat. The scent of John, obviously. The one crayon marking from one of the twins was on the dashboard. The driver's side that you occasionally would glance at John and watch him drive. He’ll always catch you staring before you look away in embarrassment. Gosh, you couldn’t forget the times that seat was reclined back, and you climbed on top of him like a hormonal sex-deprived woman. But you shouldn’t be thinking about this at the moment. You wanted to have a clear conversation with him without anything sexual getting involved.

“Is this the part where we awkwardly talk about what happened?” John questioned. His eyes stared ahead on the road, and you just felt so little in his car.

Facing your feelings head-on as soon as that question comes out. Your fingers toyed with the bracelets that decorated your wrist before speaking, “We had sex. What more is there to say?”

You could hear your ex-husband tapping at the steering wheel. He clicks his tongue before speaking, “That’s what it was? Doesn’t seem like it, but okay.” He makes a turn, and you take note that he was purposely taking the long way back to the home you two once shared.

“Okay?” You asked. “Is that why you’re taking a long way home? Come on, John. We’ve taken this route before when we want-” You stopped midsentence realizing what you would say.

It was the same way he would take where he would pull over after a romantic date, and the two of you would engage in a heated quickie. He would take the same route if you two needed to argue a little longer to prevent your sons from hearing it when you were home. The last time you took this route, your lips parted to utter the word divorce; the rest was history.

“Because we need to talk. You know more than I know that what happened was more than just sex.”

You grew silent, slowly slumping in your seat. “But what’s next if I say I felt more?” You asked. Your arms cross over your chest, sighing. “We can’t just get together.”

“Why not?” John stops at the red light, forcing you to meet his gaze.

Oh, that gaze. He knew what he was doing. He knew that right now, the way his eyes drank in your looks as if you were the finest bottle of whiskey made your heart flutter in your chest. You looked away, not having an answer to his question because there weren’t any. Deep down, you wanted to give you and John another try.

It was only right that you rekindled the old flame that blew out.

After a minute of silence and the low hum of whatever generic pop song was playing on the radio, you asked. “So, how does this work?”

“I guess we take it one step at a time.” He gives you a reassuring smile that you return.

“One step at a time.” You repeated before finally relaxing in your seat.

One step at a time at rekindling your marriage.

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echoedcrosshairs · 1 year

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Play with Fire / Cad Bane ~ part 6

Summary: Cad Bane sets foot in a library looking for information, quickly coming to learn you were more then the average librarian. As a former Bounty Hunter you decide to help out, you’re smart and that’s an asset he could use but that wise mouth has him wondering what use he could use and if it would be worth it (-> Part of the series but not necessary, mostly smut and no plot. Just Bane’s biological clock ticking)

Warning: Smut, PIV, Oral (F receiving), Alien Anatomy, Cad being Cad 😂, Dom/Soft Cad, possessive Bane

Part 5 Part 7

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Word count: 4.7k

The moment both of you were off Duros, Bane relaxed but that didn't help the physiological urge starting to bubble up from the depths of their containment within his dna. He stalked you where ever you were on the ship as a protective shadow. He scowled knowing he was being overbearing making you eat and sleep even holding you in bed longer to make sure you got the necessary sleep for your mammalian body. Your scent was intoxicating, drowning out most of his facade and rational mind just leaving the reptilian urge to prove he was the best mate for you. Not once did you complain about his erratic behavior nor when he turned up the heat on the ship.

You put the fork down and studied him, the metal click pulling him up from his food to stare at you. Smiling, you put your elbow on the table and rested your hand on your face mesmerized by him, the horizon color of his eyes to the familiar calm sea of his skin. You had no idea how that a man equally as callous and dangerous could be so... you didn't even have a word for it. Beautiful? He leaned back in his chair letting you eye him in his shirt and hat, "Wat ya lookin at?" he asked, "ya need'a eat."

"I could get use to this when it happens," you continued to smiled turning your attention back to your food knowing he'd keep telling you to eat until you finished the plate. He grabbed the empty dishes and put them in the sink, "How long does this last?" you asked staring at the back side him, not bothering to hide the fact you were undressing his lean form with your eyes.

"Dunno, ya bein on Duro changing dings. Finally your smell startin to calm down."

"My smell?" you glared.

"Woman.. ugh, ya fertility change."

"Oh," you blinked, you were aware that being on the planet could cause conception but it was still low you didn't even think of the biological side effects. You're mouth fell open stunned, "Could... everyone smell that?" not many things embarrassed you but this was one of them.

"Maybeh," is all he said.

"That posing the question if I should be here if my 'fertility' hasn't return to incompatible."

Bane shrugged walking over to you, inhaling your scent. Alluring, powerful, and divine, it made him just want to sink his fangs into you. He felt his jaw move but pulled back feeling the tips of teeth barely touch your delicate skin. He pulled away, "Why did you stop?" he heard you ask, "I'll make ya mine soon'nough."

"I'm already yours," you pointed out, "but that didn't answer the question."

"It's ya choice and ya know dat aint what I meant."

"I still don't entirely understand but I am aware I am special to you none the less."

Bane scowled pulling you into his lap as you tried walking pass, his arm wrapped around your hip and his thumb gently caressing your hip the other pouring you another glass of water noticing the faint sweat across your skin, "Drink'it," he said holding it in front if you.

You were tempted not to take it to see what he would do but not wanting to push your luck with him yet. Yet being the key word. Sipping it you let one hand trial across his arm, you felt his face plant itself into your back and the purring begin. "I'm glad you like that." He grumbled but it was short.

"Mr. Bane, I finished the bunk modification you requested," Todo said zooming in.

"Bunk modifications?" You said craning your head to look at him.

He stood up keep you in his arm setting you down infront of him, "Go'look."

You arched an eyebrow but followed after Todo who complaining about not being an structural architect droid the whole way. The once two tier bunk was now sawed up and connected together on the floor making one large bed.

"Whatcha think?" he asked, there was an inflection in this voice of near excitement.

"I think when your cycle is over you are going to hate not having privacy, but I do like it much better then both of us sharing a tiny bunk."

"Der's a floor if I need space," he deflated broodingly noticing Todo had already brought in the trunk.

"It is almost time," Todo said looking you up and down with mild disgust, "Although I do not think she should be here until afterwards there is always next-"

"Leave," Bane growled, Todo tried to reason with him but the moment Bane's shoulders hunch Todo went running.

"Bane..." you said moving towards the wild postured man, you pressed your chest to his back letting one hand trial up his chest landing in the center of his chest, "take me to bed," you whispered feeling him come around with one arm and drag you towards the beds. Your fingers touched the hat reminding him. He grumbled sitting it on the peg on the wall.

"Anythin' else?"

You let your fingers trace his thin frame, "surprise me," you winked climbing into the bed watching him slowly peeling off things humorously making it a show out of it. Until he had nothing but his tooth pick.

"Like whatcha see?" He smirked.

You knew he was being serious as much as he was trying to hide it, you indulged him letting your eyes slowly trialed his form. Bane was perfectly lean, no real defined muscle but there was no denying his strength and ability, perfect even with faint traces of white healed scars here and there. You beckoned him forward with out one finger, letting your hands touch his cool skin trailing up his arms thumbing every scar down to his chest and thighs. Smiling at his silence as you look up into the red eyes peering down at you. You leaned up and took the toothpick from him mouth pulling into a full grin, "You're the best specimen I've ever seen," you watched him go taunt for a second before flicking the toothpick out of your mouth pulling you up further on the bed gripping your ass the whole way kneading it with the tips of his fingers, "I mean that," you said matter of factly cocking your head at him at the sudden stillness, "What?"

Bane looked at you how beautiful you were, "Yer smart 'nuff to know the buttons you're pushing."

Your hands trailed down the front of his perfect form, "You'd be the best mate for," Bane cut off the rest of the sentence with his mouth, "Hush lil lady," he breathed in between kisses.

"Cad Bane, scared of having kids?" you teased, you felt the vibrations of the low growl, "Or is just having grubs with me?" You whimpered when his teeth sank into your shoulder as his hands worked your pants pushing them down. The tip of his digit trialed it's way down to your clit coaxing it to want him as you felt his scent seep into the wound. You pushed down your pants further kicking them off wrapping your bare legs around his. Bane finally pulled off your shoulder, taking his hand off of your to rip the shirt up and off. You sheepishly grinned at him offering the other side and snapping your teeth at him, there wasn't a moment of hesitation from him. You squirmed hearing him moan as you marked him back, "hard'a," he breathed. You tighten your jaw against his neck feeling his tip coat your entrance with his slick before pushing his way in, "kark, woman," he breathed. You lifted your teeth just enough to let your tongue flicked the wound as he slammed into you, you repeated it until you dazed just wrapping your arms around his neck. Your eyes were barely opened as you stared up at him, every inch of your body burning. You released your hold on his legs as he moved up planting his knees next to your ass. Wearily you brought your finger to his mouth looking at the light green ooze on his fangs and swiped it. He stopped staring as you put it in your mouth watching your tongue explore the taste.

"Yer gonna be the death of meh," he mumbled entranced while he picked up the paced with renewed passion.

"Fuck," you groaned feeling his whole weight collide with your hips, you continued to mewl as his mouth ravished your one of breast as the other was kneaded but his fingers letting his forefinger and thumb tug here and there. Praise fell from your mouth gibberishly as he continued his hard pace. Every bump on his rubbed against the spot as he dragged out of you and then rubbed harder against it as he plunged back in. You fluttered around him trying to milk his out of him, "Cad.." you don't know why you referred to him by his first name it just slipped out but faintly you heard the purring start between the groans. You worked your fingers up his side until you were holding the base of his head, he bite down on your nipple and you cried out.

He took his mouth off moving upwards with his tongue until he was on the wound, tasting your life tainted with him. Logically he knew it was a bad idea but he couldn't help bursting in you, every inch of him frenzied by the wanted of you. He continued to work his seed in you listening to his watery thrust as you continued squishing against him coating both of you in your orgasms. "C a d," you screamed arching forward your hands burying themselves in the bed. He blinked as he filled you again. He twitched falling on his elbows shaking, the swell in his cock not subsiding.

"You okay...?" You whispered woozily feeling the twitch.

He rutted in you, " 'ya tell me." The bumps on his cock pushed against your walls feeling every coated ridge he painted. He brought his face to your neck inhaling you, the arousal hanging heavy to your scent. "Smells good," he murmured running his tongue up the front of your throat running it gently across your lips until you opened for him. Letting a little of his mark dripping into your mouth, groaning as he felt your tongue brush over his teeth. His cock twitched in you weeping more priming for around round, "Gehet da feelin we're gonna be here a while."

You let your fingers walk up his chest letting the mischievous glint glow in your eyes, "You better make the soreness worth it," letting your fingers trail to the very prominent bite marks, "For research purposes how much do like like being bit?"

A predatory smile graced his mouth as he offered your mouth a section lower then the initial bite, "Maybeh lil lady if ya nice, I'll let ya know."

You let your tongue trail down the wound to the new spot. Your body was a summer heat wave but his felt like the breeze of an autumn morning, you pulled him down onto your chest as using him to cool yourself as your teeth grazed his skin teasingly. You never in your wildest dreams could have imagined the physical connection to him even with his cruel, rude and ruthless behavior but it was like a ship and an engine needing each other. Finally biting him, he let out a low small raspy moan bucking into you. One hand held the side of his face while the other wandered across his cool back finding the slightest hint of toned muscle. You heard how you were wet when he pulled out and slammed back in, the wet squelch making you giggle forcing your need for him tighten pulling him back in. Bane pushed all the way in filling you complete and resting himself at the top, gently nudging it with his tip. Your mouth filled green as Bane started fucking you relentlessly gripping the top of the bed as support to keep you from breaking the connection. Your nails dug into his back trying to hold onto him as he slowly fucked you harder enough to start inching you up the bed until your head was nearly pressing into the wall.

Bane's cool fingers interlaced your hair to keep you from hitting the wall. Finally unhinging your jaw from him, he moved his mouth to yours tasting himself. He thrusted one more time stilling his slotted hips against yours, one finger moving to your clit giving it quick circles as his tongue swiped around your mouth.

"Kriff," you panted into his mouth.

Bane pulled back staring down at your half lidded expression and pupils blown wide almost consuming the color of your irises, "Dats it, wantcha to cum," he purred listening to his name fall pleadingly from your lips, "ain'tchu bein a good mate," he said very slowly started moving his hips.

"Cad..." your whole body was flooding heat threatening to rush down as your head started floating into the dizzy clouds. Your hands uncoiled themselves from him as the tension started rushing down, they fell limp lightly clenching the blankets. You looked down at where both of you were joined watching his finger work and his teal cock wetly slid in and out of you. A slightly click noise made you look up, "Watch meh," so you did, admiring the harsh cut of his cheek bones, the finely cut jaw and eyes that put fire rubies to shame. Your chest rose and fell hard and uneven as you didn't break eye contact with him.

He was correct and didn't stop until you convulsed on his cock and squirted all over his hand. He licked up your chest latching into your breast fucking you through your high until he painted your tight perfection with his desire again , "Drat." He removed himself, tucking himself back inside being letting himself fall for a second next to you, smiling at the blissful expression you were returning him. He got up grabbing the blankets from the trunk throwing them over you, turning the thermostat up just a couple degrees before crawling into bed pulling your back into his chest rubbing his olfactory senses into your neck, "Do ya need anythin," the little reptile part of his brain made him asked as he brought his arm down to your stomach covering it protectively.

"No," you hummed, "Do you like it when I say your first name?"

His hand temporarily moved down to your soaked thighs, "Ya tell me- Yes," he gridded out, his hand moving back your stomach.

"How do your hormones feel?" you asked.

"Still in meh cycle, if dats what ya mean."

"Still?" surprises laced your voice.

"Ya don' know what ya do to me, especially smellin like dis."

"Feared, lonesome, and audacious bounty hunter Cad Bane chasing a mere woman for a month instead of bounties? I can only theorize what I do to that magnificent brain of yours."

"Careful, I hav'a quick reload time on meh blasta," he leered back feeling your laugh through his hand.

You turned over facing him frazzling the Duros for a moment before he returned to an neutral state, "So... no one, for a month?"

"Dats what I said."

You made a small hmm noise bringing your face to his moving to whisper in his ear, "Maybe you should show me that reload time."

Bane carefully pulled off the blankets shoving them to the unused side of the bed, moving himself on top of you letting you look down as he extended his sizable cock. This time how fascinated you looked by him didn't bother him. He growled as your fingers found the ridges of his cock massaging each of them as you watch him twitch. His jaw clamped and his lip curled back exposing his teeth as he felt more blood pool to his cock making the color deeper and him harder, "Gonna keep teasin' me?" he growled.

You spread your legs as far apart as you could pulling his cock towards your entrance, sliding his tip up and down your opening watching his face contort, "I have to admit I was not meaning to tease I was simply testing a theory."

"An' what that be?" he said annoyed.

You pulled him into you, "If you cycle cares more about reproducing or making your mate happy."

He growled, "Could'a asked."

"What's the fun in that?" you poked.

Bane quickly snapped his hip into yours. Each thrust like the release of a blaster, violent, target practice quickly turning into a gun fight with the resolve to be the victor. As rough as he was being every touch of his hands were attentively finding what you liked and where you wanted him to touch you. One of his hands stayed on the side of your head caressing your cheek bone with his thumb the kneading your breast, the way the ridges of his cock rubbed against your pleasure spot drove both of you to the edge as you continued to clamp down on him. The way you moaned his name when you came was enough to cause that infernal purring to start that he could please you so easily. Bane continued to thrust as his warm ropes coated you, reverberating him as some of it pushed out. Bane watched the ecstasy across your face feeling your hips shake around him as he felt a wet sensation cover his abdomen. He felt pleased with himself for such a feat, if your reaction was any indicator it wasn't a common occurrence. He grabbed the blankets pulled it back over the both of you laying his head next to yours keeping himself inside. Your breathing was erratic, he tried to push himself up but you held him to your chest.

"I'm fine," you panted, your head still spinning and your lungs refused to comply with your need for oxygen.

"Woman, if I hurtin you-"

"Cad, you're not. Came-really-hard," you reassured weakly hearing a raspy grunt come from him.

His lip twitch, he wanted to pry himself up and look you over just to make sure but your mammalian warm was to irresistible. His hand stayed at your side as his thumb swiped over your hip as the other helped support his weight off of you. "Ya need to clean up," he groaned mentally calculating how long it's been, "Gehet ov'a with, soona come back to the..."

"Nest?" You suggested, "I'll be back," you said feeling him shift off of you. You reach down grabbing your discarded underwear using them to catch the leak as you waddled over the bathroom. Feeling it leak out, you blinked at how much came out. Bane really enjoyed himself, does he produce more on his cycle? If I asked him to be rougher could he or would his brain be to worried about harming me? Why is his cycle not satisfied? More questions filled your mind as you cleaned up. You forgoed the soaked underwear as you walked out already finding a pile of snacks and water laid out next to him on a tray along with his discarded clothes tucked into the bed. You rolled your eyes at the food and climbed in next to him as he pestered you to eat, he snaked his arm around your waist as you sat up to comply. Munching down assorted fruit and water he finally let you lay back down.

"Why isn't it satisfied?" you asked your hands learned his torso fingers edging towards the opening feeling him tense as you rested there. Bane's face rested at your neck and that was answer enough, "You're not worried?" you asked arching an eyebrow.

"Don' make me fill ya again til ya get some rest."

"That an offer?"

"Rest," he growled, prying himself out of the bed knowing it would be to tempting if he didn't get out, "Gonna heat soak," he said slipping on his pants. With your silence Bane strolled out of the room finding Todo in the kitchen making food.

"Oh good, lunch is almost done Mr. Bane."

"Leave da food outside the room, I'll take it in."

"What if it is cold by then?" Todo countered.

"Go in da room an' I'll fill ya full of holes."

"I take it your hormones have not leveled out?"

"What ya think?" He growled.

"I did try to warn you, Mr. Bane, that having her around this time would cause complications. You do have a bounty."

"Don' think I don' know dat?" He growled, "Spen' month lookin, found her wit 'notha man," he spat, "ain't 'bout to wait make'er mine."

"A couple more days wouldn't have killed you," Todo pointed out.

"Keep yapping, it might kill you," he threatened returning around heading back to the room finding your sleeping form curled up with his shirt in your face. He knew Todo had been right but the tiny warm sliver in his frozen heart had won against the logical choice.

He peeled his pants and climbed back into the bed feeling you stir, "Needa gehet more dis outta my system," he said flipping you onto your stomach bringing your knees up and setting a brutal pace causing you to be a moaning mess into the pillows. Both hands wrapped under you, one playing with your sensitive breast and the other resting on your stomach. He felt you pull yourself help where your back was against his chest your hands falling the back of his head. The position forced him to slow down, "Yes?" He asked.

"Can I not enjoy touching you if you're going to make wake up from a rest you ordered?" you asked feeling his thrust slow at the angle, "What's wrong, Cad?" you whispered.

"It's not gettin betta," he admitted stopping his shallow thrust.

"I'll be here until it does," you smiled leaning back down resting your hand on the one he had on your stomach. It was barely noticeable but you felt his cool skin flush just the faintest amount then wildly bucking into you. His cock was perfectly designed for you, the ridges of him pushing against your walls and rubbing against the perfect spot. "Fark... Cad," you drooled indignantly into the pillow.

"So close," he hissed, watching the jiggle against him. The combined wetness letting him glide tip to base in you, letting his tip kiss the top of you with every stroke. Pulling out he one armed flipped you over, sticking his cock back inside and his face in your neck inhaling the perfection of you for him. Bane's capable fingers dug into your flesh undoubtedly causing bruising as part of the contents of his cycle spilled into you. A mild wave of relief finely graced him. He wrapped his arm around you holding you tight to him as he brought the blankets back over your bodies.

"Did that one help?" You asked noticing the subtle shift in behavior, you felt the Duros nod as his tongue flicked over your neck. Laying their still you felt yourself drifting again, you groan knowing going back to sleep would be so simple. He nudged you back towards the water and assorted snacks, "Shouldn't I get cleaned up first?" Faintly you heard a warning growl. Rolling your eyes you gently pulled him off sitting up grabbing one of the assorted snacks to appease him. Faintly you could see hear Todo's thrusters in the hall way then something metal faintly touch the ground.

"Todo put something thing down in the hall," you said in-between bites, watching him get up and listen at the door for a moment before opening it grabbing the trays off the floor, "Really he couldn't bring them in?"

Watching Bane's face contort into a pointy tooth snarl, "No, you're mine. He doesn't get to see you."

"Possessive of me?" you questioned ignoring the warning signs that taunting him currently was a poor decision as his hand wrapped around your throat, ever so lightly applying pressure.

"Ya' mine," Bane's cool hand relaxing the dull ache starting while is other hand trialled down to where the spark of connection seeped, "Do I needa prove it'gen?" he relaxed seeing it, so full of meh.

"Can't make up your mind cowboy? Rest, eat, clean up, lay down?" you rolled your eyes sarcastically watching the ire fade into amusement as he set the food in front of you motioning towards it. Finishing the fruit, you started picking at the tray of food hearing him grunt about nutrition, "Can we go shower? I feel.. sticky," you said feeling your skin stick together. Bane gave you a small grunt taking the tray and setting it to the side before yelling at the poor droid to stay out of sight. Bane went before you in the hall making sure the droid got the message guiding you towards the decent shower. Embarrassed you felt him running down your leg. You managed to slide into the shower before him as it finally dripped on to the floor. Turning the warm water on you felt his cool presence pressing into your back side running his dexterous fingers down your side slowly crawling there way to your pleasure region burying his face into your neck inhaling your scent. Pressing his finger into you, you reached back grabbing his narrow hips holding him to you melting into his touch, “Are we not suppose to be getting clean?” You pointed out.

“Ya just to tempin for meh,” he grunted pulling his hand away.

You turned around wrapping your arms around his neck, “I wasn��t complaining, Bane,” you kissed his wounds softly feeling him uncomfortably tense up, “Ah,” you said pulling away with a small nod. You took down your arms and started scrubbing yourself as he just watched in silence.

“Dat it?” he asked.

“What?” You stammered looking back at him confused.

“Nuffin,” he said reaching for the soap.

Knocking it out of his hand, “Answer the question,” you commanded.

Bane backed you against the wall of the shower and loomed his tall body over you staring down, “I didn’ say ya had to stop.”

“Your cycle is ending, I am aware you do not like certain things-“ his tongue sliding into your mouth exploring every edge of your teeth, smirking at your loss for words. Slowly he retracted his tongue and moved downwards kneeling before you. Gently he bit your hip before putting himself face first onto your mound, his fingers dug into your thighs as he buried his face between your legs. Tongue pulsing against your clit he felt your weight shift into the wall, his hands shift up to your hips to steady you. Bane tasted himself doubling his effort until you were a moaning mess on his face, “Cad-“ you moaned your hands spreading to hold the side against the wall bracing yourself as your head lawled back into the wall. Bane grabbed you as you slumped forward one arm around your waist as the other one kneaded your plump warm to the touch ass.

“Can’ gehet’nuff of dat,” he mused, “gehet ya back to da nest, maybeh we can practice ya Durese.”

“You just want to see what my mouth is capable of,” you mussed pulling your body back together, “Maybe a real rest first,” you said your body feeling heavy and sluggish.

“Den ya gonna rest.”

“You’re going to rest with me.”

“Bhut-.”

“Bane. You’ve been… busy,” you smiled letting your fingers trial is pointed hip bones towards his opening, “You need to recover too. At least for s bit,” you smiled knowing his biology was going to let you win this, you saw his mouth narrow into a line hearing a faint ‘fine’ reply. You shut off the water taking him in, how the water made his skin even seem more beautiful. “Take time where on Duro, we’re going swimming,” you muttered forcing your eyes off his form, groaning when he twisted his torso barely noticeable to make the light catch the water highlighting him.

“Careful lil lady, push’meh an’ well go now,” he smirked grabbing the towels handing you one watching you wrap it modestly around yourself, “Don’ think ya like the consequences.”

“I still have to decide if you’re a good mate,” you smirked walking towards the bunk room hearing the sound of him grinding his teeth behind you, “Coming?”

“ ‘bout ta be more ways den one,” he hissed stalking you into the room, rest was the one thing on his mind after that.

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