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Weekly Relief Pt. 2 ~Mon Mothma xFem Stripper!Reader

Some more Mon Mothma content… Part 2 of Weekly Relief. Mon and Reader have some more fun together, allowing Mon to relax for once.

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!, implied smut, implied past smut, implied cheating, grinding, kissing, stripper!reader, groping, tit play, body adoration, implied Ma’am/Sir kink, whimpering, moaning, etc.

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Weeks went by and you hadn’t seen the stunning Senator since that fateful day. You tried to shrug it off. It was your job, and she was your client… She had no obligation to come back. But you wanted her too…

Friday night, you walked into work and clocked in. You went to the dressing rooms and met with the other girls who were working the floor with you. You got out your outfit for tonight, an iridescent purple and black two piece with lacing on the back and at the sides. You wore this along with your signature black heels.

The first half of your night went pretty decent. You danced on the stage and racked up a good chunk of cash, and then spent the rest of your shift wandering the club, giving lap dances to customers. As you finished dancing for the upteenth random guy, your eyes traveled to a certain woman entering the club.

It was her.

You got your cash from the man, then turning your entire attention to the Senator. She was hidden in her garments once more. But she had come back. And she sat in the same exact chair in which you had danced on her. You walked over to the woman, trying to calm your nerves. You came up flush to her in a teasing manner, trapping her in her chair with your arms.

“Like me so much, you came back…?” You teasingly purred.

Mon’s eyes raked over your body. You could feel her staring.

“As a matter of fact I did…” Mon breathed out.

This made you smile and blush lightly.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t return earlier… I was preoccupied.” She said in a hushed tone.

This made you sigh in relief. She did want you…

“Nonsense. It’s my job. You have no obligation to me.”

“No, but I said I would be back in a week, and it took me over a month. That wasn’t very kind…” Mon insisted.

You sighed lightly, already relaxing in her presence. You let her have the win, as it was useless arguing.

“Private room?” You suggested.

Mon nodded eagerly. You took the woman’s hand and immediately led her to a private room, closing and locking the door behind you. As soon as the door was closed, the Senator was throwing off her hood, veil, and any and all coverings which would hinder your access to her. You threw your shoes off at the same time.

She left her normal layer of clothing on, getting impatient and pushing you against the door. And then she just stared at you, letting her eyes wander and take in your frame. Your eyes widened and your breathing quickened.

“So beautiful…” she murmured.

You were the one who closed the gap between lips, smashing yours into hers. Mon eagerly kisses back, backing up and guiding you to sit in her lap on the lavish couch. You wiggles around a bit, finding a comfortable position to sit in her lap on. When you were satisfied, you looked back to the Senator.

“That’s right… Sit pretty on my lap.” She hummed in satisfaction.

You hummed at her words, agreeing. You felt her eyes go back to taking in your frame. You leaned forward and brushed your lips to the woman’s ear.

“Have your way with me, Senator… I’m yours…” you purred, before retracting from her ear and meeting her gaze again.

Mon’s pupils dilated at your words and her throat went dry. Her eyes then darkened and she smirked. Her hands then wandered down to your ass, groping and caressing unabashedly.

“Call me Mon, dear girl…” she purred right back.

Her wandering hands put a spike in your heart rate and an elevation to your breathing rate. You closed your eyes and slowly bucked your hips into her lap, lightly and airily moaning. You then felt a smack to your ass, eliciting a small whimper from your lips. Your eyes opened in reaction to her action.

“Eyes open…” Mon warily purred.

“Yes Ma’am…” you breathed out, keeping your eyes open.

You continued to slowly grind into the woman’s lap as her hands wandered all over curves. Breathy whimpers and light moans flowed from your lips. Her hands wandered up to your tits, and her eyes met yours, asking for permission. Your hands swiftly undid the tie behind your neck, making your top fall around your waist and exposing your breasts to the woman. Her hands began gripping and attacking your tits, teasing you even more. You only ground into her lap even more, grinding so sloppy you were breathless.

“That’s a Good girl…” Mon hummed, twisted your nipple as she spoke, eliciting a particularly lewd and breathy moan from your lips.

More sinful whimpers and moans slowed from your lips as the red head continued to grope and feel you up in her lap. Your grindings into her lap only got more desperate and sloppy.

“What do you want, hmmmm…?” Mon purred.

“Want… wanna make you feel good…” you mewled.

“Such a sweet girl. So needy, and yet still thinking about others needs first…” Mon cooed.

Your response was an incoherent whimper and a nod.

“Let’s take care of you first, love…” The woman purred.

~~~

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[mylovelies-docx]

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A/N: Wow. Okay. So it's been a couple of years since I've written anything and since I promised everyone that I was working on a Cassian fic.

Welp. Here's that fic now - only two years later than I was expecting.

My bad.

Take this 20k fic as an apology/your due/something that I wanted to give you years ago.

Plot: You and Cassian go undercover as a married couple, but things take a turn for the worst when your past finds you.

C/W: Angst, slow burn, hurt/comfort, reader has an abusive mother (featured heavily), gendered reader (daughter), no use of Y/N, *SMUT* (18+, Minors DNI), Not beta'd, also not proofread (if I spent any more time on this, I would never get it out here). Probably more, let me know if I need to include something.

I started writing this before the show came out (which I have not watched... I know, I know.) Anyway, as is always the case with any Cassian fic that *I* prefer, there is no such thing as canon.

“Married,” you echo quietly in disbelief. You have never been more shocked in your life; and when you quickly glance over, Cassian apparently hasn’t been, either. His jaw is tense and his eyebrows have raised slightly.

General Draven had just dropped the specifics of your mission, and it was not one that you could have anticipated. You and Cassian were to pose as a married couple that had just moved into an affluent neighborhood full of Imperial officers, weapons dealers, and senators.

In other words, right into a Sarlacc pit. Only this situation was thrice as deadly.

“With all due respect, General, this isn’t something either of us have experience with. Would it not be better to send Rishi and O’tal?” Cassian suggests diplomatically. 

You nod your head at Cassian’s idea, showing your support. Rishi and O’tal are a real married couple in intelligence for the Alliance, so they are uniquely fit for this specific placement. 

“They’re currently on assignment right now. And besides: you two are the best intelligence officers we have. Mothma and I don’t want this handled by anyone else.” Draven’s compliment of your abilities would have been more than enough to placate you if you weren’t still reeling from the previous revelation.

“Yes General, I know what you’re saying and I thank you sincerely for the commendation, but I’m still unsure if this is a wise decision,” you rebut. You have never once doubted a mission assignment, and you know Cassian hasn’t either, but this was territory neither of you have ever found yourselves in. “This will be the first joint mission for either of us. Would it not be possible for a different relationship? Perhaps a hired guard would suffice for one of us?”

Sure, you’ve seduced and courted marks before, but bringing along a partner that you needed to present a sense of physical and emotional intimacy with? That is something entirely out of your realm of expertise.

Draven is stationed at the head of the table, using the projection screen in front of him to present information, schematics, and diagrams. From his vantage point, Draven watches a slight frown mar Cassian’s face at your suggestion, but it’s gone just as soon as it appears.

“I understand your hesitancy, Captains, but rest assured that we have exhausted all other avenues,” Draven consoles. “But you both will be in control of the gritty details, so you can make it work. We’re only providing the accommodations and whatever alibis you require.”

“Yes, sir.” You and Cassian acquiesce with no further argument. You look at Cassian out of the corner of your eye, hoping he can’t see the real reason for the hesitation.

This is going to be an adventure neither of you can prepare for.

***

“This is going to be a difficult enough mission, so I think sticking as close to the facts as possible is our best option,” you explain to Cassian, jotting down bullet points and ideas on your datapad to relay back to Mon Mothma and Draven so that they can fabricate your history once it’s been decided.

“I estimate a 33% chance of your entire plan falling apart, Captain (Y/L/N),” K2 chimes in.

“Agreed.” Cassian ignores K2’s comment and speaks directly to you. “We can use our first names for simplicity, but we need a surname,” Cassian recommends from the co-pilot's chair. 

“Would you like to know why?” K cuts in.

You appreciate the fact that you and Cassian are on the same wavelength about using your own names. You haven’t discussed it with him yet, so your similar logic on this bodes well for the rest of the discussion and the mission as a whole.

“Why don’t we just stick with Andor, for simplicity’s sake? It’s a common enough name and you’ll respond right away if someone calls for us. Plus, we both go by so many codenames that no one will ever think to search for us by this one.” 

You’re swiping away on your datapad to avoid either of them seeing your reddened cheeks, so you don’t see Cassian’s ears flush subtly at your suggestion as well. Your heart flutters madly, causing a pang in your chest to the beat of your ‘new’ name.

Cassian clears his throat and readjusts in his seat. “That could work,” he remarks coolly while rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.

K2 turns his head quickly to observe Cassian, the metal joints whirring with the motion. The droid begins to speak and Cassian glares at him, but there is no reigning in K2.

“Because two can keep a secret only if one of them is dead,” K elaborates on his one-sided talkingpoint, still observing Cassian’s reaction to your recommendation on becoming Mrs.Captain Andor, however temporarily.

You hurry on to get your mind off the impossible fantasy the name has conjured up for you. “Great. I’m just trying to think of the likely scenarios that will be brought up at dinner parties or Imperial galas. Obviously how we met, connections to the Empire…”

K is just being a bugslut with his next comment.

“And I’d prefer if it was Cassian who remained living.”

The aforementioned man shoots K2 another glare, wordlessly saying “behave”. The droid shrugs his large mechanical shoulders and mimes a zipping motion with his fingers over his audio port.

You roll your eyes at K2’s insistence that your plan will be a failure and at his obvious distaste for you. You’re unsure what it is about you that he finds so distasteful, but you find yourself wishing he tolerated you a little more. Perhaps then, Cassian would join Rogue One more often on small adventures and get-togethers.

Being around Cassian is easier than being with anyone else; you don’t seem to exhaust yourself as quickly or as often with him. He is a source of calm, controlled energy that speaks to the weary parts of your soul.

Focus. 

“So. Instead of saying we met during a Rebel council meeting, how about we meet in the middle of truth and lie? Keep the time frame the same, just change the location. So for instance: we met five standard years ago at the launch of an Imperial class-II Star Destroyer. There were so many of those around that time that no one should question it – and even if they do, we could pretend we were too drunk on Merenzane Gold or love or whatever to notice anything but each other.” 

You are proud of yourself for keeping this discussion so professional despite your intrusive thoughts. Your heart is racing and your hands are slightly trembling with anxiety, but your voice is steady and you still sound confident. Maker! Why can’t you find the same focus and steadfastness that you have on missions? You can only hope that your professionalism will kick in once you land and begin the assignment in earnest.

“You were wearing a pink dress,” Cassian murmurs, staring distantly at the stars passing over the cockpit’s transparisteel. He mutters it to himself mostly, but you still hear.

You snap your head up, eyes large and mouth slightly parted, finding that he has his hand spread across the lower half of his face with his head turned away from you. You had been operating remotely for the Alliance for a while in various social circles and planets prior to settling down on base. You had just finished with a mission and were wearing a pink dress when you met Cassian for the first time during a debrief of your findings.

You shouldn’t be surprised that a man who had grown up as a spy can recall details as small as what you had been wearing, since you can also do the same. But you had been absolutely nothing to him then, so why would he bother to pay you any attention?

“And you had your A280-CFE heavy blaster strapped to your thigh,” you divulge. 

Your mind is still trying to wrap itself around the fact that Cassian had been watching you for far longer than you realized. He turns his head to look at you in surprise and catches your eye. Your puzzled expression is revealing too much of your thought process, so you drop your gaze from his and return to your holopad.

K2 breaks the tension with his usual tact.

“There’s a 93% chance you’re both lying to yourselves.”

“That’s enough, K,” Cassian reprimands, not for the first time.

“I’m only stating facts and highly calculated odds,” K defends himself.

“Facts as you see them,” you point out distractedly.

“Oh, I see a lot more than you do. A lot more.”

You’re still too self-involved to reply further and Cassian steers the conversation back to a safer topic: your mission. 

“Anyway.” He clears his throat. “Let’s say we were dating for...six months? Eight months? Enough time to get to know each other, but short enough to accommodate our ‘love at first sight’.” Cassian lets out one compact ‘ha!’ at the notion of falling in love with a total stranger without knowing who they were.

“Eight months seems reasonable. That would give me a few opportunities to let you meet family and friends, and vice versa. Speaking of: do we have any?” you question, back to yourself after banishing any and all thoughts of Cassian’s motivation to study you so intently. You can only hope to gather more data as the mission progresses.

“Hmm,” Cassian ponders, unsure what option would be best. He scrubs a hand across his stubbled chin and cheeks in thought. “No family seems suspicious, but we don’t want to create too many to keep track of.” He reasons out. “These people are well-connected and will be looking into our history, so we need to think of how our team back at base can create the strongest alibi.”

“True. And there’s no doubt they would recognize our infamous friends by name. That really narrows down our options.” Your lips are pursed to the side in thought and your chin is resting on your closed first. 

Your thinking pose works because you have an idea come to mind. Cassian stops his musings on ‘our friends’ to find your delighted expression when he turns at your little ‘a-ha!’ and finger snap.

“Do you remember anything about my mission on Aria Prime? My alias had a few family members we can repurpose.” You’re relieved that you’ve figured out a way to use established plants and make the intelligence officer’s work back at base easier.

“Antolin and Mauria, yes?” He confirms.

“Yes,” you verify, flustered yet again by Cassian’s attention to detail. “I’m glad you read my report – makes this easier for us.” 

“I read all your reports,” Cassian remarks before realizing his error. “I mean. I-I read all the reports. Everyone’s. It’s best to have a clear understanding of the bigger picture,” he corrects hastily.

You’re struggling to understand why, why, why, but your heart flutters nonetheless at the small thrill you receive. 

“Like I said,” K-2SO’s modulator is pitched to where only Cassian can hear, “lying to yourselves.”

***

This discussion had started a parsec ago, but is still going with no end in sight. Neither of you can agree on this, but neither are willing to yield.

“The more we use pet names, the less people will remember our real ones. First introductions we only give our names once and then use only nicknames after. People like them will be too embarrassed to have forgotten a name and won’t ask for them again.” 

Cassian is making excellent points, but your insides squidge in a nice uncomfortable way whenever he offers up an example. You can’t help but remember all the times your marks had forgotten your name, so they used demeaning pet names to refer to you. Maybe that’s why you were so easily onboard for using your names on this mission when you’ve never done it before. One: because it’s easier, and two: because you don’t feel as if you hear it spoken often enough.

Three: because you don’t want Cassian to forget your name when this war eventually claims your life.

You’re making yourself unduly anxious with the thought of that eventuality, and your response comes off melancholic. “They won’t remember me anyway.”

Cassian is thrown off by this. How could anyone forget you? He had a hard time not thinking about you some days. 

“Why do you say that?”

You give him a sad sort of expression, a wry smile turning your lips. “Isn’t that our job?” you question him. “Making yourself completely unrecognizable to the point that if your target ever saw you again, they wouldn’t even notice?”

Cassian can see where you’re coming from, but the look on your face and the tone of your voice makes him wonder at how lonely you feel during missions.

“As long as you are yourself around those you care about, it makes it worth it. Yes?” Cassian counters.

A small, wondering smile graces your lips as you lean back against the hold and look up. “Yeah, I guess so…”

You’re thinking of all the fun you have with Jyn and Bodhi when she drags you both away from base to explore, or when you’re all laughing at the exasperated look on Baze’s face when Chirrut walks into blaster fire with only his prayers to guide him. 

Or when you catch the relieved look Cassian throws you after a near-miss, like he’s impossibly glad that you’re okay. You always point finger-blasters at him with a smirk, trying to diffuse the situation, but he usually just shakes his head and tells you to focus.

Ahh. There you are, a voice in your mind whispers suddenly. It’s a cool and sinister voice, one you had not heard in some time.

You startle, knowing that the disembodied voice cannot see you physically does nothing to prevent a sense of overwhelming fear from taking over. You try to take a series of deep breaths to calm your racing heart and slow the pounding of blood in your ears. Hoping repetitive and familiar motions will calm you down and refocus your mind, you begin to rub up and down one arm with your knuckles. With the amount of pressure you’re using, you’ll end up with bruises but the dull pain helps.

Cassian sees you fidgeting out of the corner of his eye, but when he turns toward you, you’re already up and walking to a more private area.

“E-excuse me,” you stutter out. Your legs feel weak and you run one hand along the wall to keep you steady.

“Are you okay?” Cassian asks, preparing to stand up and follow you.

“Yeah. Yeah, ‘m fine. Just give me a moment.” Your voice is quiet, but you throw a shaky smile over your shoulder to try and stop Cassian from following you. You make it to one of the rooms and slide in, the door hissing closed behind you.

“That,” K2 says.

“What?” Cassian asks his companion, confused by the non sequitur.

“That is precisely why I don’t trust her. She hides too much,” the droid explains.

“She’s one of us, K,” Cassian defends. “We all have secrets.”

“Yes, but our secrets don’t make us run away. She’s hiding something big: I know it.” The droid asserts, giving his head one sharp nod to drive the point.

***

You survey the progress of your “home” being put together from the lofty heights of the balcony overlooking the foyer. Everything is white and gray and black, mimicking the Empire’s color scheme.

You hate it.

The only pop of color is your elaborate dress. The emerald gown is the height of Coruscant fashion, and you needed everyone who saw you and Cassian dock to know that you are important people.

Your quarters span the top two levels of one of the tallest towers in a swanky residential sector. The prestigious location alone should influence everyone’s opinions, but you also need to look the part of a spoiled and arrogant wife. So you have to dress and act accordingly.

You sense Cassian walking up behind you; his presence is unmistakable and you recognize his gait as his shoes tap against the expensive flooring. 

Your fingers grip the balustrade imperceptibly tighter, the only reaction you will allow yourself. Since shutting down on the U-wing to try and prevent the voice’s return, you’ve been able to keep your thoughts and emotions in check: no racing heart, blushed cheeks, or errant feelings. This is the only way you know how to keep your mind your own.

Cassian places his hands on either side of yours, trapping you between his warm body and the railings. His chest is pressing into your back and his sharp chin is resting on your shoulders. You weren’t prepared for this level of fake intimacy so soon, so your breath hitches in your throat and escapes as a soft gasp. You feel his warm breath fan across your ear as he pretends to nuzzle into your neck.

“Kay and I placed the data collectors throughout the public rooms.” Cassian mumbles, moving from one side of your neck to the other. You tilt your head in the semblance of allowing him room to kiss along your skin, growing hot where his breath fans now and goosebumps where it had once been. “We’re ready for the company to arrive.”

“Hmm,” you hum in acknowledgment. You’re developing a pit in your stomach at the proximity, but you grasp Cassian’s hands under yours for the illusion. Your palms are sweating and you’re sure that Cassian can feel it, but he continues resting his lips near your ear.

You glance down at the individuals moving your furnishings throughout the rooms, catching one gray-skinned and multi-eyed lifeform watching the two of you surreptitiously. You scowl down at them, feeling Cassian’s head turn enough to give them a side-eye as well. They turn back to arranging the many fire-waters and spirits you bought in preparation for your first gathering as new residents.

Some aliens begin making their way from where they were setting up the sleeping quarters behind you and Cassian. As they’re passing, Cassian pulls away from you. You take a deep breath to recenter yourself and cool your skin.

“Come, Love. Let’s break in the new bed,” Cassian says, loud enough for the passing workers to overhear.

You feign a saccharine smile and allow him to place his hand on the small of your back. Cassian leads you to your shared bedroom, dropping contact as soon as the door closes behind the two of you. You both sweep the room for any foreign devices and find none. You remain standing on opposite sides of the room, aware of the awkward atmosphere.

“I am sorry for that. A few of the workers were watching us,” Cassian apologized. One hand is scratching the scruff along his chin to hide his discomfort.

“I saw. It was an effective way to give them observations to take back to their superiors if some are spies like we suspect.” You carefully place yourself on the edge of the luxurious bed, taking this time to rest your feet before you need to get ready for the evening’s plans.

“Yeah…” Cassian draws, giving you a quizzical look. 

He knows that you’re on a mission now, but your tone and mannerisms are throwing him off. He always felt at least a sense of comradery with you, but this pliant and civil manner you’ve taken up bothers him for reasons he won’t can’t name.

You ignore his probing eyes. The voice in your mind is too recent an experience to let yourself relax even slightly. Your muscles are rigid from the straight posture of the elite woman you’re playing and from the stress of keeping your mind calm and under control. A headache is starting to form.

“I take it that K is situated?” You inquire of Cassian as you stand with bare feet. You pad over to the extensive closet space, selecting an outfit for tonight.

“Yes. He’s taken the ship to the lower levels and will stay there while we’re here; he’s close enough if we run into any issues.” 

Cassian’s voice is still low as he follows you to the wardrobe, just in case any of the movers are lurking outside the door. You both stand back to back as you each survey your arsenal of clothing for this mission. You run your hands lovingly over the soft fabrics, happy that your sensitive skin won’t have to endure anything rough for this mission. Cassian’s clothed shoulder blades scrape along your exposed back, sending imperceptible shivers down your spine. 

You quickly pull out a beautiful dress and move away from Cassian. You call over your shoulder to him as you near the refresher. “I’m wearing pink, unless you don’t have anything to match.”

“Of course I do. You selected the wardrobe,” he reminds you. 

You hadn’t seemed yourself since the ship, which Cassian picked up on immediately since you were so sure and confident at the beginning. He is trying hard to understand your abrupt change.

You shut the door on Cassian and take in the immaculate space around you. You hang the dress so it can air out while you apply your makeup and arrange your hair and try to enjoy the solitude while you can, knowing that tonight and all the nights to come will wear you thin. 

***

Cassian comes in a while later, taking note of your elaborate hairstyle and details of your thoad-eye makeup. He feels the nearly overwhelming need to comment how stunning you are and how similar you look now to when he saw you that first time, but holds his tongue. He doesn’t want to make this any more awkward for either of you.

You had been staring listlessly into the mirror before you until Cassian walked in. You can barely recognize the person staring back; hollow eyes, down-turned lips, dull skin. She isn’t you, but she is who you need to be until you’re sure the phantom hasn’t found you.

You move your eyes to study Cassian as he stands in the doorway. He looks handsome in his party-ware, the organic tones complementing his features and your pastel gown nicely. But you don’t dwell on how the sight alone of Cassian in something other than his everyday wear threatens the stability of the winged creatures in your stomach. You want them to be dormant, need them to be, but something about the man behind you sets them to tittering.

Since closing yourself off from your emotions and the galaxy at large, you have come to realize that you haven't been as careful as you should have. Despite your better judgment and without conscious effort, you have formed attachments in the Rebellion. Found yourself building relationships that mean something to you. Your fellow rebels from Rogue One are your life-line in this never-ending war.

Your bond with Cassian is one you are especially fond of.

You have grown to care for the man in a way that you know you shouldn’t. Your detachment now allows for you to reflect on your feelings in an objective way, understanding that you put yourself and the entire Rebellion at risk without fully realizing.

It stops today.

You harden what little bit of your heart you can still feel and fill in the small, Cassian shaped hole that had started to carve itself there.

You take your eyes from where they had locked onto his own. You can sense his hesitation to approach you and his inner turmoil that feels so like your own had earlier in the day. So while dabbing under your eyes for fallout and around your lips to neaten the line, you speak up.

“I’ll be done in time to greet our guests with you, but I need a few moments.”

Your voice is flat and devoid of any warmth that it once held for the man. Cassian notes immediately that your countenance has taken another turn, one that has pulled you even further away from him. His chest tightens. He sets his mouth in grim acceptance and leaves with a small nod in your direction.

***

All throughout the evening, a sense of foreboding had settled itself deep in your bones. You can feel it getting heavier and heavier as the party drags on, weighing down your body and worsening your already sickening headache. You continue to laugh and smile demurely despite it, but the bright light from the chandelier hanging above your head is sending bolts of pain behind your eyes.

In order to present a united front to these Imperial officers and sympathizers, Cassian has his arm wrapped around your waist and you’re resting your hand over top of his on your hip. The warmth of his hand as it caresses your curves sends heat between your thighs completely against your will. Your mind and heart know what you can’t have, but your body has wants of its own.

When an interesting piece of information comes up in conversations, one of you will squeeze the other’s hand in silent communication to pry further. It arose through no effort on either of your parts, but Cassian feels the rightness in the subtle exchanges. It feels like you’ve been partners for longer than a day, fake married for longer than a day, fake intimate for longer than a day with the way it feels to hold you. 

He can’t get over the rightness of having you in his arms. It’s unlike anything he’s ever felt, even with the few past partners he’s allowed himself to have between missions. He can feel the heat of your skin beneath his palm and through the fabric of your dress, making him want to pull you all the more closer as the night wears on and the open windows bring a chill to the crowded room.

You’re both in the middle of a conversation with a commanding officer when it feels as if all the air has been sucked out of the room, like a cabin losing pressure out in space. Your eyes widen and your heart races as your sense of foreboding from earlier ramps up into full fight-or-flight mode. You’re hastily scanning the faces in the room, terrified.

Cassian feels you tense in his arms. With a quick glance at your face, he knows something is wrong. Your eyes are flickering around the room and the pulse in your neck is prominent against the stiffness of your body. He tries to catch your eye or squeeze your hip, but he gets no response.

Quickly and subtly shifting your body behind his, he excuses the two of you from your conversation. You don’t feel yourself moving, too caught up in trying to find the source of this feeling. 

You’re intimately familiar with this presence, having spent years in its company. You had tried so hard and traveled lightyears away in order to escape, but all your efforts seem futile now. You should have gone into hiding, should have locked yourself away on a little no-name moon, should have done something more. 

A whimper escapes your mouth without permission, and Cassian’s heart lurches at the frightened sound. He’s always known you to be the bravest, strongest person he has ever met, but the woman in his arms right now looks like a scared child, looks like someone he doesn’t know. He would take your cold and detached manner from the previous day over this. 

Because this? This scares him. And Cassian does not scare easily.

He leads you into a secluded area of the penthouse, away from prying Imperial eyes and whatever has caused your body to convulse with tremors. He still has his arm wrapped securely around your waist holding you close to him, and his other hand has a gentle but firm grip around your upper arm that is pressed tightly into his side. Cassian is practically dragging you away as your knees refuse to hold you up.

Cassian finds a small cupboard furthest away from the party. He looks around to be sure no one is near enough to listen in, and pulls you inside. A dim light turns on above your heads and Cassian places you gently against a wall. You start to slide down, but he puts his arms under yours, giving you support.

You can still feel her, can sense her proximity and her sinister presence in the back of your mind. It’s been so long since you were last with her, but your body must have known somehow that she was drawing nearer. Your headaches and anxiety that had only heightened throughout the party should have made you think.

But you didn’t.

Having Cassian at your side had made you feel safe, no matter that you were actively avoiding having any feelings for him. You have known his character well from watching and interacting with him over the years, learning to trust him and his calm and reserved nature. You were remiss in thinking that you could keep yourself and your feelings away from him during this mission. 

Now that the walls you carefully constructed on the ship have crumbled around you, you can’t help but feel again. Can’t help but feel the warmth radiating from his chest and into yours from where he’s standing so close to you. Can’t help but feel his breath against your face as he’s begging you to tell him what’s wrong. Can’t help but feel the pressure in your head slowly dissipating as you force yourself to breathe in time with Cassian’s instructions.

You readjust against the wall after a short while, standing taller and trying to regain feeling in your legs. Cassian’s hand shifts from the wall and cups the side of your face so that he can look into your eyes. You can see the question in his concerned gaze and answer in a still-weak voice.

“My… my mother. She’s here.”

Cassian’s brow furrows slightly as he wonders what that could mean for you and this mission. He opens his mouth to ask for more details, but you shake your head.

“She’s - we’re - I don’t know!” You cry out softly. You bring your hands up and grasp the lapels of Cassian’s shimmersilk jacket as you try to ground yourself and explain. “She’s in my head, Cassian. I can feel her. I can hear her. I couldn’t get away, and now she’s found me.” 

You suck in a deep breath through trembling lips. You look deeply into Cassian’s eyes, watching as a dawning understanding fills them. 

“I’m scared, Cassian,” you admit.

Cassian wraps both of his hands around your head with his palms against your neck, using his thumbs to sweep softly under your eyes, catching the tears that had fallen without you noticing. Your breathing is still stuttering in and out of your lungs, and Cassian can feel your pulse as he continues to stroke your cheeks.

“I know. I know, Princessa. But it’s okay, we can figure this out together, hm?” Cassian murmurs to you. 

You nod your head and close your eyes as you lean back against the wall, drained of energy. Cassian takes both of your wrists into one of his and holds them against his chest when he feels your grip slacken, hoping that you can feel his heart’s rhythm and use its steady beat to come back down from your adrenaline rush.

“What do we need to do?” Cassian asks after a moment. “I can signal K and we can leave right now.”

You shake your head as you look back at him. You can’t let this opportunity for information slip away because of you. And you’re definitely not giving K-2SO any more reason not to like you.

“No. No, Cass, I’m fine. I’ll be fine. Just… give me another moment or two. Please,” you implore. 

Rational thought is coming back to you as you finally match Cassian’s heartbeat and breathing. You start to feel embarrassed about your breakdown, but Cassian’s sympathy and understanding prevent you from doing so. You’re now focusing on the shift in your mission.

“The good news is I’m using my real name, so she can’t ruin us immediately,” you begin slowly. “The bad news is now we have to contend with her story and timeline of events. I haven’t been with her since I ran away, Cassian. I haven’t spoken to her in years, but she’s been in my head a few times since then.”

What you have to tell Cassian next is hard, but he needs to know. For your own selfish needs, you want somebody to know what you’ve been through. 

“She… she studied under the Sith in her childhood, but never completed training. When she had me and realized I was force sensitive…” You’re pleading with your eyes and your grasping hands on his jacket once more. “She raised me on the Dark Side. To become the Sith she never could be.”

Cassian tries to pull away from you, shocked and angry by your perceived betrayal. His face hardens and his hands drop away from you, but you’re quick to hold tighter to him, keeping him from leaving you.

“It’s not what you’re thinking, Cassian! I never joined the Rebellion for her or anyone else. I stopped training and cut myself off from the Force after my 16th year because I knew what she was teaching me was wrong. I joined you because I wanted to make up for all the awful things she made me do, to give myself over to a cause that I believe in.

“I never intentionally put the Rebellion in danger. Every time she found my consciousness, I shut myself away from whatever I was feeling that let her in and left the base until I was sure she hadn’t found me,” you explain. “I don’t know why she’s here now, but it can’t be good. We have to find out, and I’m the best shot we have.”

You can see Cassian’s mind moving at lightspeed to determine if he can trust you. You’ve never given him any reason not to, but this secret is explosive enough to shake his faith in his own discernment. His eyes are shifting between yours, staring into each to find any trace of duplicity. You keep your expression honest and open. It’s the first time you’ve ever presented your emotions – true and real emotions – to someone. You’re vulnerable in this state, but Cassian needs to see it.

And he does. Cassian’s shoulders drop imperceptibly and the tension you can feel under your hands loosens.

“Does Mon Mothma know? She’s the one that recruited you, yes?” He asks, looking for a solid reason other than his gut instincts to guide his decision.

You nod. You hadn’t told her the full truth all those standard years ago, but she knew enough to think of you as a worthwhile risk.

Cassian exhales and reaches for your hands where they clutch at him. He gives them a squeeze in acceptance and you can’t stop a small smile from coming to your lips in relief.

“What’s your plan?” He asks you, deferring over to you on how this mission should move forward now that there’s a massive obstacle to manage.

“I think…”you hesitate, already dreading the series of events your next words are going to set in motion. “I think I need to get close to her again. Not ‘close’!” You reassure Cassian when a troubled look comes over his face. “Just make her think I’m still on the Dark Side. Being here already lends itself to that.”

“I don’t know. Putting yourself directly in her path like that is dangerous,” Cassian reasons.

You give a short laugh and look at Cassian with amusement. “We’re Rebel Intelligence currently undercover with elite Imperial officers and weapons dealers. I think we’ve been in danger.” 

Cassian mimics your small grin and rattles your hands around a bit. “Smart aleck.”

You’re feeling better than you have been since the U-wing. A weight has lifted from your shoulders and now you can breathe easier, safe in the knowledge that someone knows your secrets. Knows a large part of you, and doesn’t hate you for it.

Cassian’s smile fades. He doesn’t want to interrupt whatever this moment is, but you need to go back to the party. 

“I’m going to signal K-2SO; we might need him for security.” At the thought of K running his mouth off near all these officers, Cassian decides that he’ll instruct the droid to disable his modulator. “Are you ready?” he asks.

Your face drops into a determined expression. You gather all your strength and prepare to greet your mother. You’re going to need it.

***

“Well there’s my darling daughter!”

You keep your expression neutral, but quirk one eyebrow up as you look to the direction her voice is coming from. You watch as your mother saunters over to you, pulling along a middle-aged man in an Officer’s uniform; he must have been her way in, since you hadn’t seen her during your reconnaissance phase. He was of low-rank and low-importance, but you invited him because he could still harbor important information.

Your mother has aged: wrinkles line her eyes and crease her forehead, gray hairs are dyed an unnatural shade, and the skin on her neck and hands is thin and dry. Her dark robes swathe her frame in an abundance of fine fabric, perhaps to distract from all that you are observing.

“Mother,” you reply in a clipped tone. No one but Cassian notices the beginnings of sweat on your forehead. He leans in to place a kiss on your hairline, wiping away the droplet with his dry but soft lips. You grasp his hand tighter in appreciation.

“I knew I would find you here…” she taunts, but trails off as she eyes Cassian beside you. 

You stiffen because you know that look. You angle yourself to where your breasts are pressing against Cassian and you lay a possessive hand over his chest, clearly indicating he was ‘yours’ in the only way she really understands. 

But she hasn’t changed in all this time, so she tries her hand with Cassian. Even though her escort has an arm around her stomach in a not-so-subtle effort to keep her close to him and away from your partner - or anyone else in the room that catches her eye.

“My, my. Who is this handsome man you’ve conned into spending the night with you, daughter?” She addresses you, but bats her eyelashes coquettishly at Cassian. “I’m sure you’ll have much more fun with me, young man. I can give you anything you want,” she tries to whisper seductively, but fails in your opinion. 

Her date looks at you and Cassian contemptuously, as if you were the ones to blame for her behavior.

Your mouth curls into an uncontrollable sneer and your expression morphs into one of disgust and anger. How dare she proposition Cassian in such a way? What a lewd and demeaning way to come onto someone! 

All fear is forgotten in your outrage. You’re about to respond with vicious words as you start to move your hand towards the poisoned blade hidden under your dress, but Cassian stops you as he tightens his arm around your waist and pulls you further into him so that you’re basically looking over your shoulder - you’re full front is pressed against his as he takes his own hold on you. His hand snakes down to cup your ass in a proprietorial way to show your mother that he already has his hands full. 

Your heart quickens at the possessive act. Focus.

Cassian gives an uninterested nod as his greeting, making a show of looking her over and finding her lacking. It’s cruel, but it fills you with a spot of joy.

“The husband, actually,” he remarks coldly. “Weapons Specialist.”

“Oh.” She pouts for just a moment, disappointed that he wants nothing to do with her. “Well!” She claps her hands together and steps out of her date’s arm. “I’m sure you gentlemen won’t begrudge me a moment with my long-lost daughter,” she bids. She flaps her hands around as she says, “You boys talk amongst yourselves.”

She walks off, expecting you to follow like a kriffing Kath Hound. One of your eyes twitches in agitation as you look to Cassian. He uses one hand to adjust a piece of your hair, wanting to draw attention away from his lips as he mutters to you.

“Do not let her get to you. I will be right here when you return.”

“I don’t think I can follow through on the plan. I don’t think I can get close enough without failing,” you whisper. 

You are terrified of this woman and what she can still do to you, what she can still make you endure because of her connection to the Dark Side. But… you can’t really sense anything from her. You allow what diminutive control you have on the Force to surround her and probe for information, and you find very little. 

You’re wondering now if whatever prevented her from completing her training as a Sith has been depleting her midichlorians since then as well. Her voice in your mind has been diminishing for quite some time now; the event today having been the first time in over a year, when you used to hear her every other month.

A hypothesis begins to form. But in order to explore further, you need to follow your mother.

You rub Cassian’s cheek with the palm of your hand in farewell and his stubble is rough against your skin. He takes your hand from his face and places a soft kiss on your knuckles, but doesn’t meet your eyes.

 After your revelations in the cupboard and dispensation of some of the fear you had been holding all your life, you’re finding it easy to fall into this level of intimacy with Cassian -- false as it may be. You are no longer held back by thoughts of your mother reentering your life and wreaking havoc for the Rebellion. She’s found you here with Imperialists, ‘married’ to a war profiteer, and presumably on the same side.

But Cassian is still Cassian and you are still you. Public displays of affection make both of you uncomfortable, but you’ve been pushing it aside for the sake of the mission. You let go of each other and walk away from him, but you can still feel his eyes on you as you go to your mother.

“I never imagined you as a credit-seeking harpy, daughter of mine. Always so toffee-nosed and self-important. You never agreed to a single match I tried to make for you,” your mother starts in as soon as you’re close enough to hear. Some party-goers glance in your direction, but your glare sends them looking away.

“Perhaps you never set your sights high enough, mother. Maybe I sought better for myself than you could provide?” you retort, channeling Cassian’s cool demeanor into your character for this mission. 

You had never imagined as a youngling that you could ever be brave enough to face your mother in this way; she had dominated and dictated every facet of your life, refusing you free-will and a normal childhood. But you need to complete this mission and find out why she’s here, so you don’t have time to dwell.

She looks at you now with thinly veiled contempt. You imagine she thought you would still be that girl who was too afraid to speak out against her. And if it wasn’t for this mission and Cassian dragging you from the party so you could collect yourself, you would still be.

Your hands are trembling where they’re hidden behind your back and beneath the capelet on the dress, and gravity seems to have broken: incredibly strong at your feet and incredibly light on your head. It keeps you rooted to the floor while also making you feel like you’re floating away. Rationally you know it’s your fear response, so you work on taking inconspicuous breaths.

“‘Sought better for yourself’; don’t make me laugh! Those ‘friends’ you had were barely sentient! Let alone have any connections to elevate you anywhere,” your mother mocks.

You’re momentarily dumbfounded: how did she know about your friends? You made sure to never mention them or hang out with them when your mother was on-planet. “What friends?” you ask quietly.

“Don’t play ignorant with me, daughter, it’s so unbecoming of a Sith. Did you forget? I’m in your head.”

You jerk away from where your mother has leaned in towards your face, taking a step back. Her last words had been inside your head. 

“I’ve missed this, daughter,” your mother coos telepathically. She brings a wrinkled hand up to cup one side of your face while you’re struggling to breathe. “I’ve missed having you under my thumb.” 

At this, she drives her thumb into your cheek, pushing your head roughly to the side. She has a firm grip and directs your face back to where you have to look at her. You’re breathing fast and shallow, panic taking over. Your hands have flown to take a hold of her wrist and forearm, struggling to remove her nails from your soft flesh.

You finally wrench her hand away, just in time to feel a strong arm snake around your waist and pull you backwards. Cassian steps in front of you in a protective stance, one arm still holding you against his back and the other pointing his blaster in your mother’s face.

If looks alone could kill, your mother would have evaporated under Cassian’s glare.

You can feel his breath escaping him in angry heaves, nostrils flared. His mouth is set in a thin, angry line, and you can hear his teeth gnash together as he clenches his jaw. His eyebrows are furrowed over his hard, piercing stare, your mother the sole object of his ire at the moment.

She doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t even look at Cassian as her focus is still on you. Staring down certain death and one of the most intimidating men in the galaxy, she doesn’t move a muscle except to smile cruelly.

“They were so heartbroken when I told them you were dead,” she mocks as you stare at her from around Cassian. “It was quite fun to watch them suffer.”

They thought I was dead? Your hands grasp Cassian tighter at the thought. Is that why they never tried to contact me? 

Feeling your shaking hands on his back and unsteady breaths against his neck, all Cassian wants to do is blast a hole through your mother. As soon as he saw her lay a hand on you, he was racing over to the altercation – blaster drawn and heart on his sleeve. He knows how strong and capable you are, but this mission is asking more of you than he can stand to watch be taken away. 

He feels your warm hand slide around his where it grips his blaster. You bring his arm back down to his side and step out from behind him.

Your nerves are shot and you’re so nauseous that you could vomit at any moment, but you need to take control of the situation again. Your mother is making you look weak and incompetant in front of the Empire’s largest figures. The party had come to a screeching halt when Cassian drew his weapon.

“It’s alright, my love,” you say loud enough for those around you to hear. “I believe our guest has forgotten who is in charge here.” 

You snap your fingers in K’s direction where you see him stationed against one of the columns beside the entrance. You’re elated when you see him actually heed your command and stalk over. He grips your mother’s arm and waits for your command.

“I do believe it’s time you and your date left now,” you say as you wave your hand in a dismissive gesture.

Your mother is absolutely fuming as K2 leads her out of the hall, stopping to grab her date as he tries to make himself small amongst the crowd. You can see her trying to move her arm out of the droid’s grasp, but she’s unsuccessful. Her date’s jacket sleeve is nearly ripping at the shoulder from how unwilling he is to be pulled along by her.

Cassian is immensely proud of you for standing up to your mother. After he watches her being dragged out by K, he turns to you with a glimmer in his eye, only to notice the sallowness of your skin and the movement of your throat as you swallow multiple times.

Cassian immediately turns to your guests and makes an announcement so you can sneak away unnoticed. “Now that we’ve weeded out the undesirables amongst us, it’s time to get this party started. Fosu–” Cassian calls to the Ortolan leading the live band “–let’s go!” 

You make your way out of the crowded hall with one hand fisted over your mouth and the other holding your stomach. You hear the band start up as you reach the nearest refresher and bolt inside. As soon as the door slides closed and you’re alone, you promptly empty the contents of your stomach into the vacc tube.

-------

You’re shivering against the wall when Cassian comes in some time later. Your body has lost all ability to function after trying to purge itself of these mephitic feelings, so you’re collapsed into a seated position on the floor with your head leaned back to rest against the wall. The expensive stone interior of this refresher is beautiful to look at, but severely uncomfortable to sit on. 

Cassian crouches down next to you and hands you a crystal flute full of water. You give a small smile in appreciation and sip from the cup, closing your eyes as you feel the cool liquid slither down your raw throat and into your empty stomach.

“You did good,” Cassian says to you.

You peep open one tired eye and look at him. His face is sincere and his eyes hold no hint of the disappointment you feel for yourself. You scoff at his words and close your eye again.

“The entire mission has gone completely barvy because of me,” you mutter harshly. If your mother hadn't shown up, you would have completed this mission without any problems. But as soon as you felt her presence and realized that she was in the same room, you broke down. And when she spoke to you and grabbed you...

At the thought of your mother’s touch, the anxiety in your stomach rumbles into nausea again. You press a closed fist up to your mouth to fight off the feeling. “I can’t even think about her without wanting to spew my guts up.” You roll your head to the side so that Cassian can’t see the self-deprecating expression you know is on your face. “How pathetic is that?”

A warm, rough hand encircles the wrist that still hovers in front of your mouth. The firm pressure brings your face up and forces your eyes open. Cassian is leaning towards you with an arm outstretched to you and balancing on one knee. You can’t help but feel bad that he’s ruining such a nice suit just to get you to look at him.

“Nothing about you is pathetic, Princessa,” he urges. “The way you handled that situation? There is no one else in the galaxy who could have gotten through the way you did.” He moves his hands in an exaggerated gesture to emphasize the shape of the galaxy around you, but your wrist is pulled along for the demonstration since it is still held between his fingers. 

“I didn’t really do anything. I asked K to kick her out for me. I’ve probably lost any ounce of power and respect we scrounged up in such a short time.” 

Your eyes are downcast as you say this, so you don’t notice Cassian’s other hand reaching up from where it was hovering over his bent knee. He oh-so-gently grabs your chin in the same place your mother had, but the difference between the two touches are immense. His thumb ever so softly brushes along the side of your mouth where a bruise is most likely forming, and his fingers perch below your chin as he pulls your face up to meet his gaze.

“If anything, you gave us more respect. You effortlessly took away all her power and turned her into the laughing stock of the party; these sorts of things are the highlight of any event for these people. You’ve just ensured that they’re all going to be coming back just on the off-chance that something like that happens again.” 

His eyes are so intense on yours and his hand so kind against your abused jaw that it brings a flush to your face. You shouldn’t be relishing in the closeness you’re feeling in this moment because he is only trying to comfort you and get you ready to be hostess of the party again, but you can’t help the warm feelings and fluttering of your heart at his proximity.

You think he must have noticed your blush and became embarrassed for you, because he drops his hand from your face and rises from his crouch. Cassian clears his throat and pulls your wrist up towards him, indicating that it is time for you to stand as well. You push against the wall with your free hand and stand in front of him.

You’re unsure of what else to say besides a whispered, “Thank you.”

Cassian nods his head in acknowledgement and drops your hand. The loss of contact stings a little.

Cassian quickly starts ruffling his hair and jerking his clothes until they’re disheveled. Your questioning look is answered a second later as the same realization comes to your mind. A married couple locked in a bathroom together for some time after an apparent power move? Everyone at the party is going to think that show of dominance got Cassian hot with desire for you.

Your blush reappears with a vengeance as your hands remove some pins from your hair and ruffle through it. Your heart thunders in your chest as you grab Cassian’s shoulder as he is preparing to unlock the door. He looks back at you and you drop your hand.

“It.. it would be more believable if some of my makeup…” you flap your hand towards his face, indicating what you mean.

Understanding crosses his face as he slowly leans towards you. You take your thumb and smear it across your lips, dragging the lip color from its place and around your mouth in a facsimile of the chaos a kiss would create.

You take your makeup covered thumb and firmly glide it across Cassian’s lips. The contrast between the softness of his delicate skin and harshness of his stubbled chin remind you that your face and neck need to be more red.

Making to take your nails and redden up your skin, you’re stopped by Cassian’s question of, “Can I?”

You look up to see his hands reaching for your face and you allow him to hold you. He brings his face into yours and presses his stubbly cheek into your skin. You hold back your gasp of shock, but the inhaled breath allows in the intoxicating smell of him. You close your eyes in order to maintain some semblance of control over yourself. Your hands are itching to run through his hair and dishevel it even more, but you refrain in case it makes him stop.

Cassian is nuzzling into your neck now and you can feel a slightly shaky breath leave his lips and fan across your ear. A shiver races down your spine and lands hotly in your lower abdomen. The sensitive skin of your neck is red now from both his ministrations and your increased temperature.

All too soon, Cassian pulls away. You're warm all over except for the irritated skin on your neck that feels cool without Cassian’s warmth against it. He looks at you unsurely, probably worried that he overstepped a boundary.

“Your hands wouldn’t have left the right pattern,” he mumbles out. 

He doesn’t seem unsure of himself, but not wholly convinced that you necessarily wanted him to do that. You nod your head too quickly when you agree with him to reassure that you do not mind. At all. 

He stuffs his hands into his pockets, but swings out one elbow as an offer to you. You take a deep breath to calm down and place your arm within his before exiting.

***

Weeks pass and you and Cassian have been inundated with dinner offers, gala invitations, and special meetings from members of the Empire and their allies. It seems that Cassian was correct in saying that everyone at the party - and not at the party - would be clamoring to get into your good graces after taking so much power away from a prominent member so easily. 

When the topic is brought up, you always smile and laugh haughtily so they think such a thing was no big deal to you. The problem is that it was a big deal. You never stood up to your mother like that when you were younger - you always took the abuse until the day you jumped on a random cargo ship and ran away. You had always thought you were weak and powerless against your mother, but Cassian and these Imperial scum are beginning to make you realize that you’ve grown enough that she no longer holds power over you.

This realization makes you feel strong and more competent than ever. You’re fully ingratiating yourself with the beings around you, pretending that the Empire is the only way forward and that the Rebellion is just full of useless chizks. 

Ha! If only they knew they were being played like an Ewok drum by one of those ‘useless chizks’.

As you’re laughing at what some high-brow weapons dealer is saying, you glance around the room to find Cassian. You were separated when someone dragged you away to have a ‘female talk’ that was excruciating to sit through. You spy him across the hall, but your heart drops as you watch him follow a beautiful Twi-lek into a side office.

Over the past few weeks, you and Cassian have gotten close. Or you thought you had. You were both becoming increasingly comfortable in each other’s arms and Cassian had even taken to kissing your lips when others were around.

You couldn’t help but take those little kisses and tight hugs personally. You know that, rationally, he is only doing those things to keep up the pretense of a happily married couple, but your touch-starved heart was going soft for the Rebel captain.

And maybe it’s that soft heart that makes you excuse yourself from the current conversation. That soft heart that makes you follow in the pair’s footsteps. That soft heart that constricts and feels as if it’s crumbling away when you hear the soft murmurs coming from behind the closed door you have your ear against.

You’re unable to make out anything being said, but the closeness that whispering requires crushes your soft heart. You know this is a mission and you both need to get intel at any cost. Cassian is one of the best spies in the Rebellion – kriff, the whole galaxy – so it shouldn’t come as any surprise that seducing a target is one of his methods. 

But we’re supposed to be married, you reason out. Happily!

You hear the Twi-lek whine. Your chest tightens and your eyes start to burn for no reason. You shake your head to try and force the tears back. Taking a deep breath, you channel your current persona and feel her wrath and anger at the situation funnel through you.

You twist the handle and barge into the room. You stand scowling at the two as you eye them up and down. Cassian is unruffled and holding onto the Twi-lek’s shoulders as if to keep her at a distance. The Twi-lek, on the other hand, has her dress pulled down past her shoulders to expose her chest and her hands clasped onto Cassian’s lapels and fingering the buttons of his shirt.

Their eyes turn to you: Cassian’s relieved ,and the Twi-lek’s shooting daggers.

“Husband,” you deadpan, “what’s the meaning of this?” 

But you’re not looking at your fake husband, you’re eyeing up the female who still has her dress around her waist and her dirty hands on your man.

“Princessa,” Cassian seems to plead with you. You flick your eyes away from the Twi-lek and onto him. Princessa has become a normal term of endearment from Cassian since your heart-to-heart in the fresher, and you can’t get enough of how ardently he always calls to you. But now the name sends a pain through your heart, because you’re just now realizing he may have used it for others during missions as well.

Your eyes threaten to start burning again, so you look away from Cassian and back to the one that pulled him in here. You notice that she was hanging out with the one that pulled you away for that ‘talk’, making you think that this had been their play all along.

Your nostrils flare as you stare her down. “Fix your gown, find your friend, and leave this house. I will not repeat myself,” you growl at her. 

The Twi-lek’s eyes widen a fraction at the venom in your voice, hopefully understanding the danger that your persona emanates. She pulls her hands from Cassian and slips them through the sleeves of her dress before scurrying from the room.

You turn to watch her leave, narrowing your eyes as you catch hers as she shuts the door. You hadn’t only turned to make sure she left, you also turned so that you didn’t have to look at Cassian. You didn’t want to look closer and see what they were up to.

“Thank you,” Cassian murmurs as he walks up to you. “She seemed to think that I would sneak off with her willingly.”

“Didn’t you, though?” 

Your question catches him off-guard and you see his furrowed brow in your peripheral. You tried not to put any emotion into your words, but don’t know if you succeeded or not.

“What do you mean?”

“You were gathering intel, right? It’s part of the job to seduce targets.” You’re still looking to the door and away from him, but Cassian turns his body fully towards you and raises a hand in your direction. You lightly step away as you finish. “I just didn’t know our cover had changed, is all. I won’t interrupt you next time.”

Cassian calls out for you, but you’ve already left the room.

***

No one notices anything out of the ordinary after you re-enter the party, but you can feel eyes on you the whole night. Whether they’re Cassian’s or others’ is hard to say – once you returned to mingling with the guests, you started wrapping them around your little finger.

You aren’t discriminating against anyone that seemed interested in you. Any being that you felt had even an inkling of knowledge about something and would only give it up if persuaded, you flirted with. Subtly, of course, since you are ‘married’, but enough to let them know you find them just as interesting as they find you.

You’re only laying the groundwork tonight, so you don’t have to worry about planning any rendezvouses. You wish that Cassian had discussed seduction with you while you were both laying out plans on the way to Coruscant. 

No. 

You wish that seduction wasn’t part of the plans at all. Because as selfish as it is, you want Cassian all to yourself – if only for this mission. 

Stop lying.

As selfish as it is, you want Cassian. Period.

***

You don’t enjoy yourself tonight. Not like any of the other events had been times to enjoy, but at least for those few weeks Cassian had been at your side for most of them. Even so, you can’t pinpoint exactly when Cassian began this part of the plan, which means you are too distracted to be doing your job correctly. You internally berate yourself for the slip up. 

It’s late by the time you and Cassian are standing on the landing platform waiting for your cruiser to arrive. The wind this high up causes you to shiver and cross your arms to try and protect yourself from the chill. While you’re thankful for your thin clothing inside the incessantly warm buildings, walking out into the brisk night air always catches you by surprise. Cassian in the past has always draped his jacket over your bare shoulders when he noticed that you were cold, but he refrains tonight. He stands several feet away from you with his hands clasped behind his back and his jaw tight.

The tension roiling between you is uncomfortable. There were no soft touches or easy conversations between you this evening like you have grown used to. After you left the office and Cassian behind, you had avoided him at all costs. But you’d catch him staring at you as you laid a hand on someone else’s shoulder or whispered into another’s ear. 

You know that he’s upset with you for tonight, but you don’t know what for specifically. Did he think you were too bold in your attentions? It’s not like you had snuck off into a private room with someone in full view of the entire party. 

The thought briefly crosses your mind that you’re trying to make Cassian jealous, but it’s quickly brushed away. Why would it make Cassian jealous to see you flirting with others? It’s not like this is a real relationship anyway… no matter that you were starting to think it was.

Your transport arrives and the doors slide open. The warmth of the ship draws you in and you clamber in on your sore feet. The high-arching shoes you’ve been wearing are kicked off quickly so that you can pull your legs up to rest on the seats beside you. You’re fully reclined when the journey to your suite begins, but Cassian is still rigid in his seat in the farthest corner of the ship from you.

The warm transport grows stifling as you feel the heat of Cassian’s gaze on you. Your eyes are closed where your head is resting on the hull, but you’re too tired to open them and stare back.

“Go on and say whatever it is you’re upset about,” you challenge wearily. The events from earlier in the night and your subsequent ‘star of the party’ mode had worn you to the point of exhaustion. You were ready to be alone and to sleep for the next standard year.

“You do not think that was too much?” Cassian hurls at you. “You throwing yourself at them? We are supposed to be happily married. Why are you not acting accordingly?”

The force of his anger surprises you; you knew he was displeased with your actions by the look on his face throughout the event, but you didn’t think he was angry enough to yell at you. Nerves begin to course through your blood at his raised voice. It reminds you too much of your mother’s anger when you were younger – you have been invisible ever since then, so no one has had a reason to scream abuse at you. 

Until now.

Despite your weariness and building anxiety, the growing sense of your own power helps to bolster you. You will not let him lambaste you for putting your all into this mission. You’ve been here too long as it is, and you need to get away from Cassian so that you can get back to the right headspace without thoughts of him getting in the way of your duties. You’ve been too consumed with the feelings that his touch and presence bring you when you’re together. Too consumed with the thought that maybe he finds your presence just as all-consuming as you find his.

Your hands tremble slightly with nerves and anger as you plant your feet on the floor and turn to face him with a fierce stare.

“You will not speak to me that way, Cassian. I’ve had enough of that to last a lifetime. And I do not need you questioning me when you’re the one that started seducing targets without consulting me! I also thought the plan was to be ‘happily married’, but imagine my surprise when I found a half-naked Twi-Lek in your arms!”

The transport has arrived at your dwelling by this point, so you grab the hem of your dress and your footwear before stomping off into the entrance hall. You can hear Cassian muttering expletives under his breath as he races after you.

“If you would let me explain,” he begins after grabbing your wrist and spinning you around to face him. You jerk your arm out of his grip with a hiss.

“Don’t grab me,” you growl out. “We’re done for tonight. I’m sleeping in the guest quarters.” 

And you stalk away, leaving Cassian angry and alone.

***

Night turns into day, and the day turns into many more. Neither of you would admit to what was really the cause of the anger and the fight, not even to yourselves. 

You still attend functions and dinner plans, but the small and casual affection between you and Cassian has disappeared. Instead, quick pecks and a loose arm around the waist was the only physical contact.

You hate this. You hate that you’re acting this way - so unreasonably. If it were anyone else, you might even laugh at their blatant flirtations with others. But with Cassian… any time you see someone else on his arm or someone else whispering in his ear, you see red. The fire you felt that first night with the Twi-Lek comes back with a vengeance and you can’t help but feel stupid for it.

Your ‘home life’ isn’t any better. You both sit at opposite ends of the dining table, staunchly ignoring the other. At least, you try to ignore him. Cassian is still your friend, despite the silence lingering between the two of you. You want to break the war of no words, but it seems like every event resets both of your tempers.

You had yet to return to the extra cot in the master bedroom you used to share with Cassian.

It all came to a head one afternoon. The same Twi-Lek, Anansi, had put her hands all over Cassian in the middle of a crowded dinner party the night prior, eliciting murmurs from the other party-goers about your and Cassian’s physical relationship. Or lack thereof.

You had glared daggers at the both of them, catching Cassian’s eye and snarling your lip at him out of hurt more so than anger. If he wanted to flirt so openly and auspiciously with the targets, then so would you, you rationalized. You found the most eligible officer and made it abundantly clear that you were willing to do anything to stay with him just a little longer. So you went back to his quarters once the party was over. You didn’t stay over for long, stumbling back to your and Cassian’s penthouse long before the suns even rose.

You don’t even fully undress before you fall into a deep sleep. 

You neglect to leave your bed in time for the first meal of the day, but you make it to the small offering a few hours later. Cassian is already seated at the head of the table, so you avoid his eyes as you move to your place across from him.

Nothing is appealing right now, the firewater moving its way out of your bloodstream making you slightly dizzy. You glance up when Cassian’s utensils scrape across his dish.The noise sends shivers down your spine.

“Could you not?” you question quietly.

Cassian looks up with a quirked eyebrow. “Why? Enjoy yourself a bit too much last night, baby?” he taunts, scraping his plate again.

You send him a deadly glare, daring him to do it again. “I’m sure nowhere near as much fun as you had with Anansi last night. Another office, really?”

Cassian slams his hands down on the table and pushes himself up forcefully. “At least I didn’t take her home, unlike that officer. Couldn’t even leave the party with your own ‘husband’ – you just had to leave with him. Did you at least get anything from him?” he demands, glowering from across the spread of food between you.

You smirk at him. “Oh, I got plenty from him last night,” you taunt as you stand as well.

You’ll be the first to admit that was a low blow, but Maker did it feel good to give right back as good as you were getting.

Cassian growls and stalks over to you. The sight of his taut shoulders and ridged jaw send you backwards until you’re up against a low table against the wall. His hands land either side of your hips, caging you in. 

Your heart is thundering and you’re slightly shaking with adrenaline. A warm sensation fills your gut and you can’t believe that his anger is making you feel this way.

“Yeah?” Cassian asks in a low voice, his breath fanning across your lips. His face is so close and his eyes are staring deep into your own. “I bet I can give you more.”

And with that, Cassian’s lips are on yours and it’s hard to even breathe. Your arms snake up around his neck and pull his lips closer to yours, deepening the kiss. His hands move from the table and grab onto your hips, allowing him to grind against your abdomen. A hungry growl escapes his mouth when you bite his lip at the action.

Cassian reaches down to your thighs and hauls you onto the table that had been digging into your lower back. You gasp into his open mouth when he spreads your legs wide and settles between your thighs.

The days of anger and pent-up frustration explodes between you both and there’s no stopping the desperate kisses and wandering hands. You grab the side of Cassian’s face with one hand and slide the other down his chest to lay flat on his lower abdomen. You feel his muscles tense as your fingers slip under his waistband to tease him, forcing his hips to rock into you.

Cassian leaves kisses from your waiting mouth and along your jaw until he reaches your ear. He whispers huskily, “I bet he didn’t kiss you like this.”

You groan as Cassian sucks harshly on your neck, leaving red marks. The dress you have on rides up your legs and bunches around your waist as Cassian’s hand trails up the outside of your thigh. When he reaches your hip, he lets out another low groan at what he finds. Or doesn’t find.

“Nothing on underneath? Did you leave him a souvenir? ” he breathes harshly into your mouth, using his other hand to palm your breasts through your dress.

“Ha,” you laugh shakily. You can do nothing except throw your head back against the wall as his fingers travel towards your wet folds. Nothing had prepared you for this interaction with Cassian, but kriff were you glad you weren’t wearing underwear.

Cassian’s thumb presses harshly on your clit and you grasp his wrist tightly to keep him in place. He slowly teases one finger into your aching hole and grabs your neck to force you to meet his eyes as he feels you flutter around his finger. A small whimper escapes you at the hungry look in his eyes and the second finger nudging at your entrance.

“I know you didn’t get this wet for him,” Cassian purrs, still staring into your eyes. It’s hard to keep them open as he pumps his fingers in and out of you slowly, but the look he’s giving you is impossible to look away from. 

Your free hand that had been on the table below you to keep you upright takes his hand at your throat and makes him squeeze. You gasp softly at the pressure and Cassian’s eyes blaze. He forces himself closer to you, moving his thumb harder and faster against your nub and forcing your chests together so that there is no space between you. Your eyes slam shut when he scissors his fingers to open you wider and you hear the noise of your juices echoing throughout the room from his movements.

His hand around your throat pushes you back against the wall so that Cassian has a better angle at which to see his fingers moving against you. His mouth waters at the sight of his hand glistening down to the wrist. 

You’re rising higher towards your peak, but not quite there when Cassian leaves you altogether. You cry out at the loss of contact and immediately open your eyes to glare at him. Only he’s no longer face-to-face with you – he’s down on his knees and propping your thighs onto his shoulders. Cassian licks his lips as you stare at each other across the distance of your quivering body.

Your heart beats erratically in your chest, and when he licks his lips it sends another flood of heat towards your pulsing pussy. “Tell me how much you want it,” Cassian murmurs as he kisses your inner thighs while still looking up at you.

“Yes,” you breathe, panting and squirming to get his mouth closer to where you want need it. 

“‘Yes’ what, Princessa?” he questions while blowing lightly along your slit.

“You. I want you,” you gasp out. “Now. Please.”

And that’s all it takes for Cassian’s mouth to finally close in and taste you. Your hands fly into his hair and your shoulders are bearing all of your weight as you lean into the wall for support. You tug and pull at Cassian’s hair, ensuring that he’s in just the right spot at all times. A harsher pull at a particularly good lick causes Cassian to moan into you and you nearly come just from the sensation.

He suckles your clit into his mouth and pushes his fingers back into you. You cry out at his ministrations and try to grind against him, but his arms are pressing you down securely and you can hardly move.

“Yes. Please – please. Cassian!” you chant, trying hard not to dig your nails into his scalp and shoulders as your hands grab onto him. You’re so close that you can taste it.

“Did you scream his name last night? Or were you pretending it was me fucking you?” Cassian nips your folds when you don’t answer immediately, causing you to jerk and moan.

“I-I didn’t– Ah!” 

Cassian once again pulls away from you, raising his eyebrows in challenge. You’re determined that this is the last time he leaves you right on the edge, so you lean over and grab him by the shoulders and haul him up to you. You wrap your legs around him to keep him in place and begin to undo his shirt.

You deliberately let your hands press and knead as you tease him, wanting him as needy as you are. Cassian grabs your jaw and kisses you hard as you reveal his chest. He treats you in kind by pulling the straps of your dress off your shoulders and below your breasts. He palms them with both hands, tweaking the nipples when you reach for his pants.

Cassian rutts into your hands as you work him out of the confining fabric. He’s hot in your hand when you finally release his cock and pump his length. He groans into your mouth again and moves a hand down to yours and pulls it away. 

You try to fight against it, but he guides your entwined hands to your center and makes you soak your palm with your own fluids. Getting the gist of his actions, you rub yourself with his guidance. You’re panting into his mouth as he continues to kiss you. 

You deem your hand thoroughly soaked and place it back on him. He pumps into your fist until his cock is coated in your essence. You reach your free hand around his waist and pull him into the crux of your thighs, guiding him to where you desperately ache to be filled. Cassian pulls your hand away from him and places it against his neck, while his other hand keeps him positioned at your entrance.

He edges into you and stops when he meets a slight resistance. He looks into your eyes for permission to continue, and you nod your head vigorously.

With your acknowledgement, Cassian thrusts in to the hilt. You keen loudly at the sudden intrusion, but the fullness quickly turns all discomfort into an overwhelming need. You open your eyes from where they had closed suddenly and see Cassian already looking at you. He grabs one of your legs to hitch it up further around his waist and uses his other hand to cup your jaw and lean you back against the wall.

Cassian follows you and leans all his body against you. Your naked flesh moves against each other when he begins thrusting into you quickly. You gasp and shake against him, using your arms to keep his mouth on yours as you climb higher and higher once again.

Cassian can tell that you’re close. He raises your leg even higher and places one knee on the low table you’re fucking on, causing him to reach such a deep angle that you see stars with every movement. He’s practically on top of you now, bearing all his weight on his other arm that is grabbing hold of the back of the table to give him even more leverage.

He uses this new angle to thrust hard, slow, and deep. Your eyes water as the head of his cock slams into your g-spot over, and over, and over again. You can barely breathe with all of the pressure against you, but you drag in just enough air in order to scream as your orgasm washes over you. Your arms and legs go rigid around Cassian, forcing him to stay close as he continues to pump into you.

He can feel you pulling and squeezing his dick as your walls try to milk every last bit of pleasure, which leads him to his own finish. Cassian comes inside you hard, groaning in satisfaction. He continues to push into you softly as you both ride the last waves of your highs.

Your legs lose all muscle control and the one not being held up by Cassian drops down against the table. You’re gasping hard, trying to draw in a breath that will allow your head to start clearing from its post-coital fog. You can’t for the life of you remember ever having better sex.

Cassian slowly extracts his length from you and you cry out at the hollow feeling. He chuckles darkly. He pushes the hair that had fallen into his face back with both hands, removing all contact with your skin. “You won’t forget about your ‘husband’ now, will you?” Cassian smiles ruefully.

It takes you a moment to process the thinly concealed venom in his words. You still in disbelief as you puzzle out his meaning. 

Wait… wasn’t that? Didn’t he–?

Your face burns with embarrassment at having been caught out. You’ll admit you were angry at your ‘husband’ at the beginning of this experience, but you threw your anger out the very high-rise window of this dining room as soon as Cassian kissed you.

You replay the words he had said during sex in your mind. You had been too busy at the time to pay much attention to what he was actually saying. He really thought you slept with that officer last night? A Rebel captain, sleeping with an Imperial officer? Who did he take you for?

You thought… but that look in his eyes when he entered you. The-the kisses and the closeness and the feelings. The intimacy that comes along with sex. Doesn’t he…? 

You sit upright and grab the fabric of your dress to cover your breasts. The movement of your hips causes Cassian’s cum to leak out of you, and you watch his eyes trail the droplet as it races downwards.

You don’t understand. You don’t.

Did he not kiss you because he wanted to? Because he has feelings for you? Or did he only do it out of anger?

Your feelings for Cassian have grown over the weeks you’ve been together on this mission, and you thought he felt a similar way. All the intimacy in public and pretty words – even if it has been a while – were they really just an act this whole time?

You stand slowly, feeling your eyes grow hot with tears to mimic the warm wetness between your thighs. You bite your lower lip as you look at the floor by Cassian’s feet.

“I–” you start. “I didn’t sleep with him…” You look up to see Cassian’s eyes widen a fraction. You can’t tell if it’s in disbelief or surprise. “You really think I’d do that?” You question him.

“I don’t know…” Cassian whispers, shaking his head imperceptibly. His hair falls back into his eyes, but he doesn’t make a move to fix it.

You look away from him and towards the skyline outside, avoiding his gaze. You tug your dress back onto your shoulders and wrap your arms protectively around yourself once again.

“I thought you – I thought we… I don’t have sex with just anyone, Cassian.” 

Your voice comes out as a whisper and you wrap your arms tighter around your chest. Your heart constricts in fear and anxiety as you utter your next words. 

“I really like you, Cass. I kind of thought the feeling was mutual…because of – you know.” You shrug your shoulders self-consciously. “I thought as soon as you... felt that I hadn’t been with anyone in a while, you stopped pretending to be mad at me.” You look back to him with sad eyes, tears threatening to fall any second. “We were pretending, right? Because we were jealous?”

Cassian repeats your name in a whisper, sounding like an apology, beginning to lift a hand towards you but seemingly thinking better of it. He closes his mouth and shakes his head in a definitive ‘no’.

That hurt. That hurt bad.

Tears overflow your lashes and a small hiccup leaves your throat, but you nod your head and turn to leave. You feel ashamed of the feelings you had poured into your love-making, realizing that he hadn’t felt it. Realizing that he hadn’t done the same.

You shuffle softly to the door, your steps quiet. Your shoulders rise as a hiccup escapes your lips. You press one hand against your mouth to stifle the sob that is sure to follow. You’ve nearly reached the door when you hear Cassian take in a shaky breath.

“She said she was looking to sell weapons and wanted to know if I was interested. I went with her under the assumption that we could gain ammunition for the Rebellion.” Cassian says to your back. 

His voice is soft. Pleading. Begging you to turn around and understand. Cassian doesn’t know why he had said those things to you just now. Why he had to go and ruin one of the best things that had happened to him in a long time.

He sees you pause in your steps, so he takes a deep inhale to calm his emotions before continuing. He needs to get this right so he doesn’t lose you.

If he hasn’t already.

“I did not mean to hurt you,” he begins. All of his focus is centered on you, so far away. “I can not begin to apologize enough for the things I just said to you. Because I was jealous. Very. But those words – that is something you do not deserve. It was uncalled for to act in the way I did. I was angry at myself for not being brave enough to tell you how I feel. For letting you leave with someone else when all I wanted… when all I feel...is...” Cassian shakes his head in confusion while trying to come up with the right way to say this.

You take a moment before asking the question burning burning between you. 

“...How do you feel?” 

You wring your hands nervously in front of you while awaiting Cassian’s answer. Your heart is racing and you begin to feel light-headed from the anxiety coursing through your body in anticipation.

You feel more than hear the quick footsteps that stop just a hair's-breadth away from your back.

“Like…” Cassian begins, struggling to find the right words to convey just how attached he is to you, “like the galaxy wouldn’t be worth saving without you in it.” A tell-tale warble in his voice sends a stab of pain through your chest.

There’s a light touch at your waist, like he’s afraid that you’re going to run away at the slightest movement. That touch sends the chill that had seeped into your skin burning away and leaves you feeling all the warmth that had disappeared when you sat on that table alone. You let out a sob before spinning around to wrap your arms around his neck and cry into his neck.

Cassian hugs one arm around your waist and the other around your shoulders so that he can cup the back of your head. He squeezes with all his strength and presses a gentle kiss to your temple. He whispers “I’m sorry” over and over while you shudder against his chest. “I shouldn’t have said the things I did. I should not have accused you of sleeping with an enemy when I know you would never.” Another kiss to your temple, then one to your cheek. “I let my jealousy overrule my thoughts. I am so sorry.”

You hiccup again as you turn your face to press your forehead against his neck and bring one of your wrists down to wipe the tears from your face. “We were both wrong,” you tell him. “I misread the situation and didn’t give you the opportunity to explain. I just jumped to my own conclusions and caused this whole mess. I’m sorry.” 

Your throat is raw from your earlier activities and your crying spell, but you feel so much better now that your feelings are out in the open and you’re communicating about how’ve you’ve wronged each other. 

Cassian pulls away slightly and moves his hand from the nape of your neck to smooth along your cheek to collect the tears that are still there. His eyes are soft and sorrowful as he sees what he’s done to you. He makes a silent vow to never be the reason you cry again.

“It hurt to not be near you these past days,” Cassian whispers, resting his forehead against yours. “We’ll promise to talk everything out from now on, yes? 

“Yes.”

You both close your eyes and breathe each other in.

***

You wake late in the evening, the suns a few moments from setting. You feel Cassian’s warm breath against the back of your neck and his whole body as he cradles you from behind. You smile at the closeness, once again relieved that you both apologized and confessed your feelings for each other. 

Cassian escorted you back to the master sleeping quarters when he realized just how exhausted you were after this morning’s events. He’d slipped your dress from your form and pulled the covers up around your shoulders when you slid onto the bed. He crawled in on the other side and moved closer, placing a kiss in your hair before wrapping his arms around you.

You can’t remember the last time you felt so safe. If the universe was kind, you would willingly spend the rest of your existence just like this. You turn over as softly as you can, not wanting to jostle Cassian. When you’re looking into his peacefully sleeping face, you can’t help but lift a hand and trace along his features with the back of one finger.

Cassian’s eyes open for a brief moment before closing again, a hum escaping his lips. You laugh softly at his unwillingness to wake up and continue your tracing.

“We should probably check on the status of everything,” you whisper. “We’ve been MIA for a while now.”

“We have, haven’t we?” Cassian’s gruff voice responds. He lets out a deep sigh and pulls the arm that was around your waist up to catch your hand. “Tickles,” he murmurs while twining your fingers together and leaving them to rest on the pillow between your faces.

What’s a few more minutes going to hurt?

***

This is not good.

Cassian had just called you over to review footage and audio that has been recorded inside your suite from the past couple of days. You noticed an odd gap of time between when one crewmate entered the hallway leading to your private quarters and when they returned. This in and of itself wouldn’t have been enough to warrant any worry, but you saw them slip a piece of your Rebellion issued surveillance equipment into one of the pockets of their uniform as they walked away.

There is no way some common staff member could have found some of the only evidence linking you and Cassian to the Rebellion. No way unless they were smart enough and trained in the same occupation as you. 

You’ve masqueraded as household staff enough times that you should have realized that this was a distinct possibility when hiring a crew to keep up appearances.

You’re barely getting over your shock as you move to watch the next clip of the Adarian’s movements around your quarters. You take note of every movement of their cranial aperture as they scan their surroundings for sounds. Cassian had risen from his seat beside you in order to confirm that one of your signal jammers had indeed gone missing and to then send an encrypted message to Mon Mothma and General Draven to let them know you are now compromised. 

Cassian is just returning to you when you come to the last holovid recording. He’s too riled to sit down again, so he stands behind your chair and lays a hand on your shoulder. You place your hand over his and worry your lip.

You watch as the Adarian closes their eyes and presses their head against a wall adjacent to the entryway from the landing pad. You're wondering what they could be hearing when Cassian’s hand grips your shoulder.

You look up at him and open your mouth to ask what the problem is, but he stops you.

“Look at the time.”

You furrow your brows and glance at the timestamp. Your blood runs cold in your veins.

“They heard us...” you breathe to Cassian as you tighten your hold on him.

“I mentioned buying ammunition for the Rebellion…” Cassian remembers out loud. Your lip is nearly bleeding with how hard your teeth are working it.

“Kriff,” you mutter.

Cassian flexes his fingers under yours before sliding back across the room to update the message to your superiors about your immediate removal from the situation. You ponder the implications of ending the mission here, now, and realize that if someone knew enough to plant a spy within the staff that the Rebellion hired directly, then they knew enough to be dangerous.

You stop Cassian before he can send for an escape vehicle. “This is the only one that has shown any subversive behavior.” You begin. “We need to follow them and find out who planted them here.” Your eyes bore into his as he takes the time to deliberate between escape and possible death.

Cassian finally assents. “They’re to finish their shift in the next standard hour, so we’ll have an opportunity then.”

You spend what little time you have planning the recon details with heads together and hushed voices.

***

The alias given by the Adarian, Sulet, didn’t turn up anything useful when the Rebellion ran the initial background check before they were employed, so you are now confident that this is a false identity. Their history is incredibly detailed and in-depth, so whoever they work for has good connections.

You and Cassian follow Sulet onto a hyperbus that takes you to another sector close by, where they are soon picked up by a private hovercraft. You have to commandeer a speeder left nearby, deftly connecting wires and slinging yourself onto the vehicle. The small seat has you pressed up against Cassian’s back and feeling his muscles move as he steers. 

Cassian follows the craft from a distance that still allows him to watch its movements, but not be detected by the passenger. The insane traffic pattern soaring between the buildings on different levels makes you glad that Cassian is the one driving and not you, since your eyes are watering from the wind. You have a hard time focusing on anything further away than Cassian’s elegant neck and windswept hair. You burrow your head between his shoulder blades to escape the biting wind as you both race after the hovercraft.

You feel the speeder slow as the hovercraft drops Sulet off at some upper level quarters. The prime location and size alone tells you that they have the credits to employ their own personal spy.

You watch from above as the Adarian looks around furtively and moves inside.

“What do you think?” You ask Cassian.

“It could be a trap,” he replies. “They were smart enough to figure out we’re part of the Rebellion, they had to have known we’d be able to follow them at any point in time.” He peers down at the unassuming penthouse below.

“Especially with that device and what they heard this morning after we… after.” You blush profusely at the memories that are only hours old and remembering how loud you were when you came on Cassian’s hard…

Stop it.

“We need to be careful,” Cassian murmurs. “Backup will not arrive for a while yet.”

You nod against his shoulder blade and have him settle the speeder down onto the same landing pad the hovercraft dropped the Adarian off. You grasp your blaster firmly in your hands, ready to defend yourself. Cassian follows you as you both dismount and make your way slowly and cautiously to the doors.

You settle either side of the opening and look into each other’s eyes, signaling your readiness after not hearing anything from inside. You both jump away from the wall and bring your blasters up, pointing directly into the darkened living space. There is no sign of movement, the Adarian nowhere to be found.

Sparing a quick glance at Cassian, he motions for you to search your half of the room. You nod. Creeping along the wall, you scan behind the sofa and nudge the window coverings.

Nothing.

You look over to Cassian and find him already looking your way. He shakes his head, not having found anyone either.

“I don’t like this,” you mouth. Cassian agrees with another head shake.

You’re just turning to face the closed door keeping you both out of the rest of the home, when the door suddenly flies open and there’s a blaster pointed right at you.

Your eyes widen in surprise. Your training kicks in and your blaster seems to aim itself while you dodge for cover. Your blaster isn’t the only one that had gone off – Cassian slams into the cushions behind you and rolls down to crouch on the floor with you, his blaster smoking.

Adrenaline is high as you and Cassian take turns to give covering fire as you make your way slowly back towards the landing pad and your stolen speeder. You’re hunched behind a sturdy end table, waiting for your blaster to cool off, while Cassian fires on your assailants. He’s positioned not far from you, his back to the exit to cover your next move so he doesn’t see the figure land just outside the doors.

“Cassian!” you yell desperately, reaching a hand towards him to drag him down and out of the way of blaster fire. Your gun is still too hot, incapable of taking out the figure that has the two of you pinned down. Your hand clutches Cassian’s shirt, twisting him and throwing him down to the floor on your other side. Unfortunately, his weight destabilizes your center of balance, causing your bent legs to give way and making you topple sideways over Cassian’s now prone figure.

A sharp pain slams into your left shoulder blade. You cry out, but still whirl around to fire, hoping beyond hope that your blaster has had enough time to equilibrate. A bright red beam soars from your gun and hits your opponent square in the chest. They go down with a soft thud, leaving your escape path clear.

You turn back to Cassian, planning to grab him and run, but you’re frozen by the look on his face and his hands around his throat. Cassian sputters as if he can’t breathe, trying desperately to claw at his throat to relieve whatever invisible force is closing his airways.

Force.

Maker be damned.

You move your eyes back to the doorway where all your adversaries had seemed to pour only moments ago. Bodies litter the ground, the Adarian’s among them, courtesy of your and Cass’s excellent aim, but there was one person still standing.

A familiar figure you hadn’t seen since you kicked her out of your ‘home’ at your first party.

Your mother stands there, one hand directed at Cassian, fingers curling inward.

“Daughter,” she greets smugly.

“Let him go.” Your voice comes out as a hiss, spitting venom towards the woman in front of you. You already have your blaster pointed directly at her head.

Your mother clucks her tongue. “Now, now, dear. You wouldn’t want to make me kill your husband now, would you?” 

Her fingers come closer together, and Cassian falls to his knees. Your heart twists in your chest at seeing Cassian in pain, but you dare not take your eyes and your aim from your mother.

“Stop.”

“Lower the weapon and I’ll let him go,” she croons with a smile on her face. She is enjoying watching you plead for Cassian’s life. You’re tempted for a split second to do as she says, but Cassian interrupts you before you even move.

“No. Princessa, no,” he gasps. “Kill her.”

Your eyes meet his, and you see determination blazing through him. His strength lends you the power to turn back to your mother and pull the trigger.

Instead of your finger squeezing the trigger, you feel it extending away. You curse and try with all your might to fire your blaster.

Tutting softly, your mother shakes her head.

“I was giving you one last opportunity, daughter.”

Her fingers close the gap between each other and Cassian slumps to the floor.

“NO!” you scream, panicked. You watch Cassian’s chest for any sign of movement, but before you can confirm anything, you feel your own throat being squeezed.

You gasp and turn your focus back on your mother, trying desperately to think of any way out of this before you, too, lost consciousness.

A short sigh leaves your mother’s mouth. “Look what you’ve done, now.”

“Me?” you struggle past your lips. “This is all you.”

“No,” she says firmly. “This is all because of you. Everything I do is because of you.”

Rage burns through you and your words come out icy. “Everything you’ve ever done is all for yourself, mother.” You take as deep of a breath as you can to continue. “Nothing you ever did benefited me.”

“I made you strong,” she growls.

“You abused me!” you cry. Big, fat tears drop from your eyes and what little breath you’ve been able to pull in leaves you in stuttered breaths. “My entire childhood was ruined because of you! My only solace, my only happiness, my only friends. You made them think I was dead!”

“Friends,” she scoffs, tossing her hair over one shoulder. “We don’t need friends. We’re better than everyone else! They should worship us, our strength, our power! We are above them!”

“No,” you whisper out. “We are not better than anyone. We are not anything! You! You think that way. You hurt and maimed and killed so many people because you thought it was entertaining! Because you thought it would teach me ‘strength’.” 

There’s blackness creeping along the outsides of your vision, all the air you’re expelling in your tirade causing a loss of oxygen in your lungs and brain, your heart pumping overtime to accommodate. You gasp big, heaving breaths as you collect yourself.

Your mother stands rooted, anger apparent in the severe set of her mouth and deeply furrowed brows. Her eyes could set the whole city on fire.

You know that there is no coming back from this moment – that whatever happens here, there will only be one of you to make it out alive.

The problem you’re facing now is that you haven’t used your power in years. Over a decade, maybe. The mental muscles you used in adolescence have atrophied in the years that you’ve pushed this part of yourself into the background, trying to forget. 

You pull with all your might, forcing your awareness to focus on your mother. You search deep within her, past organs, past muscle, past tendons. You reach into her cells, finding those miniscule particles she had taught you were the key to your powers. 

You call out to them. Asking, begging, pleading them to obey you. Wanting them to do something that will stop your mother.

Stop her from killing you now. Stop her from hurting Cassian any further – if it wasn’t already too late. Stop her from continuing on this dark path that can only lead to death and destruction.

You feel a rush when the little beings begin to vibrate. It begins as a quiet little shiver, but slowly builds.

Your mother’s eyes widen in fright, her focus broken between cutting off your air or protecting herself from you.

“What are you doing?!” she shouts, arms quivering. She can barely stand, her legs are bowing at the knees and she begins to sink down onto the ground.

The shivering envelopes her cells, vibrates her muscles, quakes her entire body, until she can no longer maintain her hold over you. She collapses forward, crying helplessly. 

The rage you’ve suppressed for your entire life boils through your veins, setting you alight. You feel good. Strong. Stronger than you’ve ever felt; the trials and tribulations she put you through growing up not even comparable to your feelings now. 

“Please. Please! Daughter, stop! Stop!” she sobs into the carpet, curling into herself as if to protect herself from a violent beating, from a violent person. 

But no other threat exists. Only you.

“Why?” you whisper hoarsely, voice barely loud enough to cross the distance between you and your pathetically weeping mother. “You never did.”

With a violent yank, you grab onto the essence within your mother, pulling it away from her and towards you.

She screams for a split second as the power leaves her body, and then she falls unconscious. All the power that once filled her now dances around you. You can feel the energy they house, their want of a new host, their preference for you.

You allow them in.

There’s a tingling sensation across your skin, a warmth enfusing into your blood. You shiver softly, close your eyes, and take in a deep breath. You feel at peace, calm. All your worries have disappeared knowing that your mother could never hurt you again.

A pained groan fills the silence that had settled around you. You jolt, realizing that you need to check on Cassian.

Feeling immensly guilty for taking so long but also incredibly grateful that he is still alive, you rush over to his side. He still lays on the floor with his eyes closed, but you see his chest moving rhythmically with each breath. As you place a hand on his chest, Cassian’s eyes flutter open.

You grin down at him, enjoying the contact as he places his hand over yours.

“You…” he breathes. “You did it.”

“Yes,” you say. “I did. Finally.”

Cassian smiles up at you, pride evident in his eyes. “I’m so proud of you, Princessa.”

The warmth from both the power and Cassian’s hand travels to your heart, filling it with love and hope for a long life with the man here with you. 

“Come on,” you urge gently, tugging Cassian into a sitting position so that you can help him stand. “Let’s get back to base so that you can rest.”

Cassian comes to his feet and you pull one of his arms over your shoulders, allowing him to place his weight against you. You both begin to shuffle away when Cassian turns his head to look back over his shoulder.

“What about her?” he questions.

You glance back as well to see the crumpled woman on the floor. You no longer feel any fear, or anger, or hatred towards her. You feel nothing at all.

“I honestly don’t care,” you reply. “When our backup gets here, they can take her or leave her. I don’t care what happens to her after today.”

Cassian reaches across his body and clasps your hand within his. He gives a firm squeeze, then interlocks your fingers. Placing a soft kiss on your temple, he urges you to keep moving forward.

As you both walk into the fading sunset, you see a picture in your mind. A murkiness around the edges trying to invade the focal point of the image. But that center pulses with an overwhelming feeling of love, and safety, and contentment. 

You and Cassian stand together inside the image, holding onto each other and never letting go.

[smut-wars-exchange]

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Nomination Queries #1

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Commander Fox/Senate guard

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Bossk & Boba Fett

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Kylo Ren/Hana "D.Va" Song

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The Bad Batch/Female Reader

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Original Female Character(s)/Original Female Character(s); Original Female Character(s)/Original Male Character(s); Original Male Character/Original Male Character

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Armitage Hux/You; Din Djarin/You; Kylo Ren/You

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Formatting Reminders

Ships including clones with their designations, such as RC-1207 | Delta-07 | Sev/RC-3222 | Atin Skirata/RC-8015 | Fi Skirata and Padmé Amidala/CT-7567 | Rex

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Pick either Ben Solo or Kylo Ren;

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Use Thrawn instead of Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo.

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[coppermarigolds]

DYW Letter

Hi, Yuletide writer! Apologies for the delay in getting this letter complete. Thank you for your patience, and for whatever you write this year! Here are a few notes on my fic preferences:

What I like: Genre-wise, pretty much anything goes–angst, romance, fluff, humor, etc. I love fics that dig into characters’ heads: what they’re thinking and feeling, what drives them, how they interact and react to the world and the people around them, and so on. I also love love love awesome female characters being awesome. That doesn’t have to mean being physically kickass, either. It could be anything from a witty line of banter to a thoughtful conversation to a creative problem-solving method, just to scratch the surface. I particularly enjoy female characters being assertive and taking charge in romantic relationships. Smut is very welcome, though I typically don’t read anything more hardcore than some light bondage--please no watersports, etc.

What I’m not so into: Rape/non-con is my biggest DNW. I would prefer for character death to be avoided if possible, unless the story deals with the ramifications of a canonical character death. Also, while I’m fine with an angsty story, I tend to avoid fiction that goes full-throttle bleak and hopeless. Angst with a happy--or at least hopeful--ending is much more my jam! Finally, if writing smut, please avoid anything with a female character being dominated by a male character. (Femdom, on the other hand, is encouraged!)

Andor, Mon Mothma

Mon Mothma has intrigued me for years, and I’m so glad this show is finally giving her some proper screentime! I think what fascinates me most about her is all the different roles she has to play--the Senator, the wife and mother, the fledgling Rebellion leader. It must be exhausting, and probably lonely, switching back and forth between all the different aspects of her life, especially knowing the potentially drastic consequences of a slip-up. I’d love a story delving deeper into how she balances all these parts of her life, or honing in on any one of them. Here are a few potential prompts, though of course, don’t feel constrained by any of them!

As of the date I’m writing this letter, the most recent episode was 1x7, “Announcement,” and I loved the scenes in that ep of Mon elbows-deep in political maneuvering at the party, feeling out who she could trust, always careful to keep up appearances. A story featuring more of that would be more than welcome!

Currently, it seems like Mon is a bit more hands-off with the Rebellion, focusing more on raising money, etc. How does she get from there to being the actual de facto leader, establishing the base on Yavin, etc? Is there a specific incident that inspires her to finally start getting her hands more dirty, so to speak? Of course, the show itself may address this at some point, but I’d still love to see a fanfic take on it!

Mon’s personal life, hoo boy. Her husband is The Worst, and while I don’t usually like infidelity in fics, I’d make an exception in this case because he’s such a slimeball. And I get the sense from interviews that it was an arranged marriage anyway. So I would be perfectly open to Mon finding some comfort and companionship with someone else, whoever that may be! (Ever since Rogue One, I’ve secretly crack-shipped her with Antoc Merrick--you are, of course, NOT obligated to do anything with this information whatsoever, but just throwing it out there in case the scruffy-but-honorable pilot/buttoned-up Senator dynamic does anything for you, too!)

Mare of Easttown, Mare Sheehan, Colin Zabel

I love a good older woman/younger man pairing, and this one had me really intrigued--until naturally they killed him off right as it was getting good. So I would love to see a fic where that just...didn’t happen. :p If he had lived, how might things have changed? Might they have actually made a go of a relationship, and how would that have gone?

Merge Mansion, Maddie Boulton, Ursula Boulton

I’m addicted to this stupid mobile game! I know it’s practically a meme that Ursula never tells Maddie anything, but screw it, if you want to write a fic where Maddie finally learns some of the family secrets, or the reasons behind Ursula’s arrest, or literally anything at all, I would love that! I also really enjoy the game’s holiday-themed events, so I would also really enjoy a story detailing how Maddie and Ursula celebrate any (or all) holidays together.

Midnight Mass, Warren Flynn, Leeza Scarborough

I found the ending of this show to be absolutely perfect, and yet I also really want to know what happens next for these two sole survivors. I can’t even imagine what it would be like to be a teenager and lose not only your parents, but your entire home and community--and to be unable to talk about it with anyone, because how do you say, “the entire population of my hometown got turned into vampires and burned alive?” In a very real sense, all these two have is each other. How do they explain to the authorities what happened? Are they detained, or at least under suspicion, and how does that turn out? Are they able to stay together, or at least in contact, after the fact, or do they get shuffled off to relatives or foster care? If they do get separated, do they meet up again years down the line? Do they get together/stay together romantically? There’s so much potential to dig into here, and I’d love a story about any or all of it!

The Quarry, Laura Kearney, Max Brinly, Travis Hackett

I love all these characters and I love how they’re all kind of trainwrecks in their own way. The sections where Travis is holding Laura and Max prisoner in the police station were among my favorite parts of the game, so I’d love a fic delving deeper into that whole time period--how do any/all of them stay sane in such a stressful situation? Hijinks involving Laura (and/or Max, but likely mostly Laura, let’s be real) getting under Travis’ skin would be more than welcome! I’d also be completely down for post-canon fic exploring the effects of the entire game’s events on their lives and relationships (particularly, for Travis, if most or all of his family ends up dead--what in the world does he do with his life when he’s spent practically all of it looking out for his messed-up relatives?) Pairing-wise, I ship Laura and Max, buuuuut I also have a guilty fondness for Laura/Travis, so I would not be opposed to either pairing. I would prefer, though, if you take things in a Laura/Travis direction, for her to be broken up with Max first.

Thanks again, and happy Yuletide!

[givemea-dam-break]

what a surprise its ME!! your friendly Ahsoka Tano simp LMAO if you have the time i would L O V E an ahsokaxreader where they were padawans together and are currently hiding together in the aftermath of Order 66! perhaps a domestic fluff (and smut if you're comfortable with that) that ends with them joining the rebellion together!! thank you so much!!

a/n: yes!!!! i’m personally not comfy with smut but i’ll do everything else!!! i haven't read the ahsoka novel so I'm not entirely sure what happened to her between order 66 and rebels but i've kinda just made this up as i went along. i'm sorry that there probably isn't as much fluff in this as you'd wanted but i tried my best :) Warnings: it hasn't been proofread lmao Words: 1.3K Gender-neutral reader

"What are we going to do?" You stare at the wrecked ship before you. Usually, Ahsoka would've been able to repair the ship, with the hobbies of her old Jedi Master coming in handy as her own hobby and alias, but even she can't fix this mess. Upon trying to leave Raada, the ship's engine practically exploded and the two of you had to make an emergency escape, using dormant abilities (well, dormant until a day ago) to save yourselves from becoming living pancakes. You've both ended up virtually unscathed, but you can't say the same about the ship. "The longer we're here, the more at risk the people here are," Ahsoka says, crossing her arms as she surveys the battered ship. You take a deep breath. "Are there any other ships we can take?" "None that have a fully-functional hyperdrive." Ahsoka shifts her weight, leaning more towards you. "Plus, I don't want to take one of the farmers' ships when we're already endangering them; they'll have less of an escape route if we take a ship." "If they need it, that is." "I'd bet my boots that they'll have to at some point." A small smile rises to your lips. "I don't doubt you, Ashla. Now, we need to figure out how to get off of this kriff-forsaken moon." "It's not that bad here." "Even as a padawan, my arms and legs have never ached more." "Don't lie. There was that time on Felucia -" "We don't talk about Felucia." Ahsoka laughs, which sends a ripple of happiness through your body. You love hearing her laugh - the fact that the two of you can still joke around after everything that has happened is incredible to you. It's one of the only things that's kept you hanging on. "So, what are we going to do about leaving?" You place your hands on your hips, brushing the spaces where your lightsabers used to hang and tensing at the emptiness. Come on, you tell yourself. You've not had them for ages, now. Sensing the slight change in your mood, Ahsoka hooks her arm through yours, pulling you close to her. You smile at her, grateful for the contact. Her arm is warm against your skin, as always, and sends a rush of comfort through your bones. You rest your head on her shoulder. "We could contact Bail? He knows we're coming to him, so if we say our ship has had a... breakdown?... he might send someone to pick us up." Ahsoka's head leans atop yours. "We could try, but I had to fly out of the atmosphere to get a decent transmission through." "We can give it a try," you say. "In the meantime, we can try and do some repairs to the ship. Or, at least, take it apart so that the civilians can use it for parts." Ahsoka nods, moving away so that she can use the barely-working transmitter to relay a message onto an organisation you both became recently involved in: the Rebel Alliance. After Order 66, the Republic fell, as did the Jedi, and the Galactic Empire arose, led by Emperor Palpatine, a man who you had once looked up to for leading a Republic justly. Clones turned on the Jedi before being completely replaced by willing recruits, now known as Stormtroopers, and began to plunder the whole galaxy. The Rebels were created by a group of like-minded people, including senators such as Bail Organa and Mon Mothma, as an opposing group to the Empire. They take out supplies, destroy Imperial bases, the likes, and they do it well, mostly without being caught. You and Ahsoka joined shortly after an Imperial visit came to Raada, which left the soil infertile from overuse by the Imps. The Empire is unjust and unfair, and, as former Jedi padawans, you both believe in equality for everyone. The Empire eliminates that very thing. Besides, you both need a place to go after accidentally using the Force to save people yesterday. If news gets out about it to the Imperials, you're both as good as dead. "I think it went through," Ahsoka says, "but there's no guarantee that a ship will come through, or that Imps didn't intercept it. We should try and repair the ship, just as a backup." You nod, rolling up the sleeves of your shirt as Ahsoka reaches for her toolkit, which was badly dented in the

crash. You're pretty sure half of the tools are buried within the ship's debris. "I'm not sure how this is fixable," you say uncertainly. "It looks like it'll collapse at any given moment." "Hey, Anakin taught me how to -" Ahsoka stops herself. Your own throat seems to clog, unable to release any words. The mention of her former master is always enough to silence you both, even if it's for nostalgia's sake. The man Ahsoka once looked up to had become one of the galaxy's biggest oppressors: Darth Vader. Every time his new alias is mentioned, tension strikes and, somehow, the name Anakin Skywalker is worse. Crouching next to the togruta, you wrap an arm around her shoulders and press a soft kiss to her cheek. "Let's just get this scrap heap fixed, yeah?" With a nod, Ahsoka pulls out the tools she needs and gets to work on the ship. You've never been great at repairing things but, while Ahsoka became a mechanic on the small moon you once called home, you opted to teach the children of your town about history and myths. It was something you loved to research back on Coruscant during your spare time. For an hour or so, you help Ahsoka try to repair the ship, but it seems fruitless, so you both decide to take a break, relaxing under the shade of a tree. Your arm is wrapped around the togruta, who is curled against your side silently. Every now and then you ask her a question to shake her out of her trances, in which you can only think she sees Anakin and the ways she could've saved him. Well, you believe that, no matter how hard Ahsoka could've tried, Anakin would've always become the Sith he is now. "Where do you think Rex is, now?" Ahsoka asks, her fingers trailing absentmindedly over the skin on the back of your hand. Your thoughts dart back to the moment the two of you separated from the Captain, your heart straining for a moment. Rex was one of the greatest clones you had ever met and it's a lie to say you've never asked yourself that question. "Maybe he found some other rogue clones," you say. "Maybe he's living life as a greying old man on some dusty, musty planet with no action other than his old bones creaking." Ahsoka laughs. "I hope he's okay." You let out a long breath. "I hope so, too." The loud roar of an engine jars you from the sweet intimacy of the moment - Ahsoka doodling on your hands with nothing but her fingers, your own hand brushing over the smooth skin of her shoulder as you curl up on the ground together - and you look up, a wide grin leaping to your face.

Both of you leap to your feet at the sight of a ship lowering to the ground before you. Ahsoka's hand wraps around yours tightly in anticipation, and you notice that she's smiling as wide as you. When the ship lands and a person emerges, you have to contain the excitement threatening to break through. "I'm here to pick up two ex-Jedi?" Bail Organa's smile splits his face. Of all the people he could send to pick you and Ahsoka up, never had it crossed your mind that he himself might come. "Two ex-Jedi, reporting for duty," you say, squeezing Ahsoka's hand. "Are you ready to commit to the Rebels?" Ahsoka grins. "We were born ready."

[lilhawkeye3]

I hope all the people attacking my friends with the disproved argument that “Foxiyo is underage” know this:

Every time you send a hateful anon, I write another smut chapter of my Foxiyo fic “Save a Speeder, Ride a Commander.”

(And for those who are unaware: Mon Mothma was the youngest senator ever elected at 19. Therefore, Riyo is older than that. So get over it.)

[wonderlandleighleigh]

You know how Padme got huge scratch marks on her back on AotC, I'm thinking that maybe it scars, you know what i mean. While she and Anakin are laying, prob naked, he just looks at her scars on her back and like he just kisses them and Padme is s o f t. Cue Anakin being sad that she hurt herself at Geonosis but she just reassures him and all that. Maybe a bit of a soft semi-smut moment. Woopss im rambling lol but ya, Anidala deserved more soft moments

(I can do soft moments! Maybe not this one because you kind of already wrote it, but I like soft moments!)

The Senate has been in session for 80 hours with only a few hours of reprieve here and there. With the outing of the Chancellor as the Sith Lord everyone has been searching for for years, the delegates work around the clock to untangle the web of lies and corruption Sheev Palpetine created. 

Padme Amidala, Bail Organa and Mon Mothma are at the forefront of the initiative, and Padme has been grabbing short naps in her office. 

When she finally makes it home, it’s two in the morning, and all she wants is to shower and then crawl into bed. 

But when she finishes her shower, instead of having her large, comfortable bed to herself, there is a Jedi Knight curled up on one side of it, wearing nothing but his undershorts. 

She smiles and crawls onto the bed, pulling him to lay on his back by his shoulder. “Ani. What are you doing here?” 

Anakin blinks sleepily and smiles. “Hey, you’re home.” He wraps his arms around her, tugging her down against him, even though she’s only wearing a towel. 

“Shouldn’t you be at the Temple?” she asks softly, tugging the towel off and curling in against him, feeling the warmth of his check against her cheek.

“I…am officially on sabbatical,” he tells her, his voice slurred. “They’re trying to figure out what to do with me, now that I’ve both ran off a Sith lord and broken the no attachments rule a little too hard…” 

 Padme shoots up, looking offended. “Are you joking? This is outrageous! I should go there right now and-” 

Anakin laughs softly. “Angel. Angel, you haven’t slept in your own bed in days, and you are incredibly naked. Beautifully naked, actually.” 

She flushes a little, mostly because she’s too tired to take it in stride and lays back down, letting his long arms wrap around her, stroking her lose, damp hair. “Sabbatical,” she grumbles against his chest. “How dare they.” 

“It could be worse,” Anakin says softly. “They could have expelled me outright. But they don’t want to. They’d rather find a solution, and…and I’m grateful for that.” 

“What does Obi-Wan think?” Padme asks, resting her ear against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. 

“He’s…not available at the moment,” Anakin tells her with a grin in his voice. “Still on Mandalore, helping the Duchess recover from Maul’s attack…the Council has, shockingly, put him on sabbatical as well. Mostly because he’s done it to himself.” 

Padme huffs, annoyed. 

“Don’t be irritated, love,” Anakin says softly. “It’s been so long since we’ve had a quiet night together. I just want to hold you.” 

She lets her body relax against him, closing her eyes. He’s right, and she knows it. “Alright. But tomorrow morning, I want to have a word with Master Yoda.” 

“Afternoon,” Anakin corrects her. “If you think I’m letting you out of this bed before lunchtime, then you really are sleep deprived.” 

She laughs softly and kisses his chest. 

“But also, the Council will decide what it decides,” Anakin tells her. “In the meantime, you need sleep. And probably a full, hot breakfast in the morning.”

It sounds too nice to argue with him, and she feels her eyes droop shut.

“Goodnight, Angel,” she hears Anakin distantly, the sound of his voice rumbling through his chest.

[sassysnowperson]

Total Words Posted 2018: 269,752!

Total Works: 64 works in 3 fandoms (sorta, it was all Star Wars and then I wrote one crossover fic that was Not Star Wars At All and picked up the other two) with 40 different pairings.

As compared to last years: 253,511 words, 25 works, 3 fandoms, 8 different pairings.

Compare/Contrast between this year and the last: Roughly the same wordcount! SIGNIFICANTLY DIFFERENT pairing and work count! I remain Mostly Stuck in Star Wars Land. 

Major thing I learned this year: My range! This year I wrote fics from 500 words to over 50k, with wildly different genres, focuses, and narrative goals.  In this, I feel like I have to talk about Stone and Sand, my first novel-length fic that is actually one coherent story. Knowing I can do that was...huge, and it’s also the fic I’ve done some of the most worldbuilding on. It’s made me grow as a writer, and I’m tremendously chuffed by it. 

Also! I did my first exchange! Now that I’m more aware of exchange culture it’ll be interesting to see how that impacts things.

How I did on my Goals for Last Year: My goal was to write shorter pieces, and I DID! I wrote 27 works that were just around 500 words! I feel like I got better at distilling a scene.

Goals for the Coming Year: Go back to my ongoing series. I hope to update Bodhi Lives (I have...two stories I can tell before IX comes out and I need to figure out how much I’m going to stick to canon in the future universe). I also hope to work on a MASSIVE modern AU that I’ve been picking at, actually get that out into the universe. I’ve also discovered I really enjoy writing fic as gifts, so probably spacing out the longer series with shorter gift works. We shall see. 

Under the readmore is a round-up of the fics I wrote in 2018, divided by fandom, then series, and if they’re not in a series, by event, and if none of the above apply, by ship or main characters. 

l don’t have a good statistic to sum it up, but the widening and deepening of my fandom friendships has been a continuing joy. Thank you all for being a part of that!

If you’ve been reading my work, talk to me!

What’s been a favorite story? Most unexpected? What was the first thing of mine you read? What are you hoping I’ll write more of in 2019?

Note: Titles are links to the series and works.

Star Wars - New Series

Stone and Sand Verse (Bodhi and Luke’s relationship in a universe where both Bodhi and Jedha live, Bodhi/Luke - 69,410 words) 

Stone and Sand - (Bodhi/Luke) (52,318 words) - Bodhi goes back to Jedha, Luke tags along, a love story between two people and a place.  

Coming Flood - (Bodhi/Luke) (859 words) - Established Relationship fluff, with some political worldbuilding on the side. 

Different Deserts - (Luke & Rey) (15022 words) - Luke goes to Jakku to find a Sith artifact, and he finds a bit more than he expected. 

For Those that Read Stone and Sand - A meta for the series, explaining the setup I worked out for how the canon diverged, and some of Bodhi and Luke’s backstory.

Lyra Lives (An AU take on what would have happened if Lyra Erso had decided to stay with Jyn at the start of Rogue One - In Progress, 48,315 words at the end of 2018) 

Troublesome as Ever - (Jyn & Lyra Erso, Lyra Erso/Galen Erso) (17189 words) - A retelling of Rogue One, with an alive Lyra Erso. 

Traitors and Liars - (Galen Erso & Cassian Andor) (2515 words) - Galen and Cassian have a conversation about the whole ‘That one time I tried to kill you’ thing.

Critical Flaws - (Galen Erso/Lyra Erso/Bodhi Rook) (In progress - 28611 words as of the end of 2018) 

Modern Pilots (Poe/Luke as airline pilots, good friends, casual lovers, and maybe something more? - 22,396 words) 

Eight Hours to O’Hare - (Poe/Luke) (7335 words) - After eight solid hours of sass from his mouthy first officer, Captain Luke Skywalker takes Poe back to the hotel for a very thorough dressing-down. 

Six Hours to La Guardia - (Poe/Luke) (15061 words) - The prequel to the above, showing the first time Poe and Luke spent some time together. You can honestly read these in either order, but this was the order they were written in. 

Star Wars - Continuing Series (Started in Prior Years)

Merrick/Draven (Antoc Merrick, fighter pilot, and Davits Draven, spy, are fighting the same war in very different ways - 8,077 words in total) 

Who Pays the Cost - (Merrick/Daven & Cassian) (500 words) - Merrick, Draven, and the problem of child soldiers. (Seriously, good Lord Star Wars, there are so many child soldiers in your universe!) 

Time Enough for Mourning - (Merrick/Draven) (2191 words) - Sorrow, Joy, and what happens to Draven after Merrick meets his canonical fate during Rogue One. 

And in the Morning, Joy -  (Merrick/Draven) (1988 words) - I made myself sad so I had to go write a fix-it. Merrick, Draven, and what happens to them during ANH when Merrick does NOT meet his canonical fate. 

What We Know - (Merrick/Draven) (2352 words) - The spy and the flyboy consider life after war, and when exactly a war ends. 

Bodhi Lives Short Stories (technically two different series because I have DREAMS of expanding and discussing further, but I’m not there yet) 

Impending Demise - (Bodhi & K-2SO) (832 words) - Bodhi and Kay play chess. 

No Better Plans - (Bodhi & K-2SO) (497 words) - In another universe, Bodhi and Kay become pirates. This one has art because I fell in love with the image of Bodhi with gold and purple hair. 

Choices and Changes (My sprawling Modern AU, featuring cops turned nurses and gangsters turned cops, in 2018 I wrote some short stories to better fill in the universe) 

Impatience - (Bodhi/Cassian) (1742 words) - A lazy, suggestive morning in bed. There is no sex. This is the most overtly sexual thing I have written that does not actually include any sex. 

Friends and Lovers - (Bodhi/Cassian, Background Ahsoka/Padme) (6846 words) - Cassian tells Bodhi a story about what happened during their years apart.

Favorite Cover - (Bodhi/Cassian) (490 words) - Bodhi and Cassian make out in a closet...to maintain their cover, of course. 

Year after Year - (Ahsoka/Padme) (500 words) - I loved them so much I had to write their story too, framed through Christmases together. 

Star Wars: Events

February Ficlet Challenge - write a different pairing for every day in February!  (Note, where appropriate, I grouped the ficlets with their appropriate series, instead of here, though this link will take you to the entire series page)

Additional Note: Each of these ficlets is right about 500 words, so I will not be including a wordcount. 

Nightmare Scenario - (Luke/Bodhi) - No power, no heat, Luke and Bodhi stuck in the black. 

Good and Bright - (Cassian/Jyn) - Some nights, Cassian trusts Jyn to take control.

The Things You Miss - (Obi-Wan/Chirrut/Baze) - Masquerades are an interesting opportunity. 

Knock-Off Jedi - (Cassian/Luke) - They’re about the same height, and Cassian has cause to regret this. 

Strange Customs - (Kes/Shara) - What happens to an accidental marriage trope when the people are already married?

Kiss the Sky - (Antoc Merrick/Luke Skywalker) - Merrick, an innocent bystander, gets pulled into the younger pilot’s initiation rituals. 

Easy Mark - (Bodhi/Jyn) - Bodhi’s still not sure if Jyn likes him or just thinks he’s an easy mark. 

Pebble - (Lyra/Galen) - Superpowered / Fantasy AU, Krennic makes a play for Galen, and very much underestimates Lyra. 

Out of Turn - (Leia/Bodhi) - The Death Star is a horrible thing thing to share, but they share it.

Kitchenette - (Wedge/Mon) - They find their peace with each other. 

Gentle Grace - (Leia/Amilyn) - There’s not much room for softness in Leia’s life anymore. 

Where Did You Get A Ring? - (Wedge/Cassian) - A fake engagement makes for a pretty good cover. 

A Pilot First - (Wedge/Poe) - Wedge is a senator now, and there are precious few people in his life that see him as a pilot first. 

Explain This to Me - (Obi-Wan/Owen/Beru) - There’s a bleeding man on Beru’s couch, and she would really like to know why.  

A Fine Distraction - (Biggs/Bodhi) - After Scarif and the Battle of Yavin, Bodhi and Biggs carry similar scars. 

Newest Muse - (Cassian/Poe/Bodhi) - Artist!AU, Bodhi tries his best to steal C. Andor’s newest muse. 

Stranger while Slouching - (Wedge/Leia) - Wedge isn’t sure what Leia looks like when she’s actually relaxed. 

A Gentle Man - (Bail/Obi-Wan) - Their time together is a fiction, but it’s a fiction they both enjoy tremendously. 

To Better Memories - (Wedge/Bodhi) - They experienced the same Empire, very differently.  

Teeth Aren't Supposed to Ache - (Bodhi/Galen) - Bodhi gets the flu. 

Supposed to be Romantic - (Biggs/Luke) - Luke really doesn’t understand the concept of picnics. 

Mine to Claim - (Cassian/Leia) - Fairytale AU, The Princess is in the tower, but nobody is expecting the spy. 

Tell Me a Secret - (Wedge/Luke) - Wedge, Luke, and secrets shared through the years. 

Star Wars Rare Pairs Exchange - a gift exchange for lesser-written Star Wars Pairings, aka a two-month BLITZ of writing A LOT OF FIC (October and November).

A Body of Unanswered Questions - (Davits Draven/Mon Mothma) (770 words) - Mostly featuring Draven’s existential crisis, also featuring smut.

A Series of Better Decisions - (Padmé Amidala/Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker) (9,211 words) - Revenge of the Sith is less tragedy and more comedy, because Anakin Skywalker is less evil and more of just…a disaster bisexual.

Beyond the Clouds - (Lando Calrissian/Biggs Darklighter/Luke Skywalker) (23277 words) - Luke and Lando are both reeling from the events of ESB, but are slowly building something with each other. The news that Biggs Darklighter, Luke’s childhood love, is alive is amazing news, but it does make their relationship more complicated. 

Bury Your Heart - (Leia Organa/Han Solo/Wedge Antilles) (9051 words) - Leia’s heart is torn between her duty and her love, and agrees to an arranged marriage for the sake of Alderaan’s survivors. To her surprise, her old friend Wedge Antilles is on the list of acceptable candidates.

Decent Organics - (Cassian Andor/K-2SO, Lando Calrissian/L3-37) (2541 words) - Snarky droids, and the organics that love them. L3-37 is trying to get under Cassian’s skin, and Cassian enjoys it tremendously.  

Hang With You for a Minute - (Bodhi Rook/Luke Skywalker) (3883 words) - Bodhi is trying to get away from a clingy ex-boyfriend, and asks a random adorable blond for help.

Heat Heals - (Finn/Luke Skywalker) (2002 words) - Two kind people find a bit of comfort in each other, and also discuss the cultural construction of the idea of attraction. 

Reckless Idiot - (Wedge Antilles/Tycho Celchu) (1530 words) - Semi-Public sex with some Power Dynamics…and also a lot of emotions about pilot lifespans and the worthwhile but difficult reality of love during wartime.

The Survivor - (Cassian Andor/Shara Bey/Kes Dameron) (13,667 words) -  Shara Bey drags Cassian off of Scarif, much to his chagrin. And then she and Kes decide to look after Cassian, as they don’t trust him to look after himself. 

Waystation - (Poe Dameron/Bodhi Rook) (12,763 words) - Pre-TFA, Poe Dameron’s ship gets…a little bit damaged, and he has to pull into a space station. The mechanic there has a familiar name. It’s on the tip of his tongue. Maybe something out of the stories Mama told him - daring heroes up against impossible odds.

Star Wars - Standalone Fics By Pairing

Bodhi/Wedge

Not Too Much - (4625 words) - Wedge is convinced that he is probably not the best person to be in a relationship with. 

 Future on the Other Side - (1084 Words) - After Endor, Bodhi and Wedge find each other. 

Bodhi/Luke

Kissing Strangers - (1662 words) - Modern AU, Luke regrets helping Leia with her art project.

Good Books and Goodbyes - (807 words) - Reading is distracting, much to Bodhi’s amusement. 

Bodhi/Cassian

Force of Nature - (241 words) - Cassian was a force of nature when he kissed.

Bail/Breha/Obi-Wan

Wisdom of the Queen - (1123 words) - Breha decides to spend the day in bed.

Bodhi/Jyn

Alone and Otherwise - (3201 words) - Jyn isn’t sure how to let anyone in, anymore. 

Luke/Wedge

Marriage, and Other Unorthodox Solutions - (29,541 words) - Luke is ready to give up on the college of his dreams, because his aunt and uncle couldn’t afford tuition. Wedge has a different, slightly unorthodox, solution...

Bodhi/Han

Sit Down and Buckle Up - (2538 words) - When Han Solo finds himself hit over the head with a blackjack he's got no choice but to turn the piloting of his precious Falcon over to one Bodhi Rook. Bodhi, it turns out, is a very good pilot. Han, it turns out, is really into that.

Gen/Humor Fics

The Glorious Ascension of Emperor Solo - (2170 words) - Han Solo agrees to use the Falcon as prisoner transport, and everything goes horribly wrong...or right, depending on your point of view.

The Definitive Guide to Galactic Wildlife - (1345 words) - K-2SO, who is Clearly an Expert on Organic Creatures, provides the definitive guide to wildlife in the Galaxy Far Far Away.

Shout out to My ONE AND ONLY Non-Star Wars Fic!

Diana Prince (Wonder Woman) / Evey Carnahan (The Mummy)

Set and Osiris - (3313 words) - Evy Carnahan and Diana Prince meet in an abandoned Egyptian temple. It is most unexpected.

OH MY GOODNESS THAT WAS SO MANY LINKS. My hands ache. My eyes are blurry. 

If you actually read this far, know that I appreciate you, so much, and wish you all the best. *blows kisses* 

[imsfire2]

Thursday check-in: WiP and planned fic list

Asterisks * indicate works I want/need to make progress on or complete by the end of the month

*1 “Stardust dancing” – 2 more chapters to go – Hera has an unexpected (but very welcome) visitor and Cassian’s play is a success; the Margarina situation is finally resolved and our heroes enjoy a dirty weekend at the fiesta of Las Cruces in Granada.  Want to get next chapter done by end of this month.

*2 Some short pieces for Rebelcaptain smut weekend; working titles “Hold me”, “Midnight kisses” and “The frock”.  Need to be ready by next w/e (or is it the w/e after? - aargh! Note to self: CHECK THE RIGHT DATE IDIOT!!!).

*3 “A rider comes to the valley” – probably 7 more chapters to write, plus postscript - Saw’s funeral (Cassian’s pov), revelation scene (Bodhi’s pov), the message and the challenge (Jyn’s pov), Kallus’ big scene (Cassian’s pov), Cassian argues with Bodhi (Bodhi’s pov), the fist fight (Jyn’s pov), the shoot-out and ending (Cassian’s pov), postscript (Jyn’s letter).  Would like to get two new chapters done by the end of this month.

*4 Final revise and polish for “Agent” parts 1-4 and type up part 5.  Angst all the way bar a touch of hope at the ending.  Would like to publish first two chapters by end of the month.

5 Food/Travel AU – my chapter (setting – various locations in Greece; time  - January) - write and revise

6 Finish “Out of darkness” – type up penultimate chapter, draft and write final chapter

7 “The old women in the mountains” short story – Maz Kanata goes looking for an old friend - type up and revise

8 Various drabbles and snippets set in the “Guau-guau” ‘verse and the ‘verse where J & C have a little boy called Esperanz – write/revise

9 “Oral history project” short story – finish and type up - Cassian’s final essay for his degree is an oral history project

10 “Statistics” – type up and revise – A memory of the late K-2 brings both sorrow and gladness to Cassian and Jyn.

11 “Break the last code” – revise – a “fever dream” story as Jyn’s unconscious mind takes her to some very strange places to “rescue her friends”.

12 Carry on with “The star of Lyonesse” – angst and grief in Arthurian Britain; Mon Mothma is King Arthur, Draven is King Marke, Cassian and Jyn are Tristan and Isolde; I’m two chapters in and already everyone is getting their heart broken.  Why do I do these things?

13 “Captain Andor lives for a day” (ambitious, not sure I can pull off something as purely fluffy and frivolous as this tbh).

14 Do something with that half-done fragment about the wedding.

15 K-2 has the chance to give a speech about AI rights to the new senate; he runs his first draft by Cassian, Jyn and Bodhi but is less than entirely receptive to their feedback.

16 The cooks of Echo Base

17 A second round of “Ten songs, ten stories” for @incognitajones

Plus some 10 original fic projects either ongoing, in development or on the back-burner.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

can you do part 2 for the perfect arrangement mon mothma

YES. Absolutely. Thank you so much for this request. I can’t get enough of Mon mothma.

The Perfect Arrangement? pt. 2 ~ Senator Mon Mothma xFem Reader

Link to Part 1

Mommy…Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, eating out, love confessions, kissing

Enjoy (;

Perrin was on a business trip working and Mon had a last minute senate conflict.

So she had called you frantically to see if you could watch Leida.

Of course, you dropped everything the moment Mon called.

“Yea don’t worry about it, I’ll be over in 5 minutes.” you reassured Mon over the phone, as you rushed out of your apartment, not even taking the time to think that you were in your chill, sleepwear.

You got to her residence, and Mon rushed out thanking you dearly.

“I left you some dinner in the fridge, and Leids should be asleep in 30 minutes.” She spoke and then kissed your cheek before rushing off to the senate.

You blushed from the kiss, but nodded in response.

Watching Leida was a pretty simple task. Leida had gotten to know and like you over the many late nights of you watching her, so she put up almost no fight when it was time for her to go to bed.

The night ticked by slowly all the way till 1am, and still no word from Mon.

You sat on the elaborate couch, tired but you couldn’t shake a certain feeling of yours.

Your affection for Mon has grown. It had grown past something sexual. You could feel deep down that you were in love with her. And it was eating at you.

Next thing you know, it’s 2:30 and you hear the door click open.

Your head pops as Mon walks into the foyer, her step slowed down by her tiredness.

“Hey. Sorry that took so long. Would you like to just stay the night?” Mon offers while pouring herself a glass of red.

Indicating to the wine, asking you if you wanted some, you nodded and replied, “It’s alright. Leids is asleep. And I don’t want to impose.”

Mon made her way to the couch and rested herself next to you, “Nonsense. You’ll stay here.”

“Ok.” You whispered with a light blush erupting on your cheeks.

Mon smirked, handing you your glass.

“Mon?”

“Yes, darling?”

You took a deep breath before continuing, “I… I have something I need to confess to you.”

“Hmmmm?” Mon hummed for you to continue.

“I…” your tone became more hushed as you stumbled through your words, “I think I’m in love with you.”

You quickly looked away from Mon’s gaze.

Your mind was spiraling.

How was she going to respond? Would she throw you out? Would she laugh?

Then you heard a light chuckle.

“Look at me, love.”

You gulped and met Mon’s eyes, face red.

Her eyes were light and caring, not rejecting or harsh.

Mon put her glass on the nearby table, then she took your glass from your hands, placing it on the table as well, causing sparks from her touch to go straight to your core.

The Mon closed the gap, her lips lightly meeting yours. She pecked at your lips, asking for entrance into your wet cavern.

You whimpered, immediately allowing her access.

Mon hummed with delight as she slipped her tongue into your mouth.

As your kiss turned more passionate, Mon slowed it back down, making you whimper.

Mon chuckled at your neediness.

Then to your surprise, she got down on her knees in front of you.

Mon reached up and cupped your cheek, bringing your lips down to meet hers for a quick kiss, before she began rolling up your dress.

You squirmed as she teased your thighs with kisses and pecks.

“Mon…” you panted and whimpered, “please Mon…”

Mon met your glazed, edged eyes with lust and caring filled ones of her own along with a knowing smirk on her face.

Her fingers quickly hooked your underwear and threw it to the side.

Mon then lowered herself and took one lick through your folds, eliciting a guttural moan from your throat as sparks of pleasure washed over your body.

“More…! God please more…!” You pleaded.

Mon continued to tongue through your folds and eventually into your hole, eliciting more and more whimpers and moans from you.

Your eyes were rolling back and your back was arching from all the pleasure.

“Please Mon… please…” you whimpered, as you desperately rutted into her face.

“Please what?” Mon purred into your pussy.

You mewled in response, “God! Please make me cum…!”

Mon hummed with delight in response, and she added a finger circling your clit.

This threw you over the edge, bringing a crashing wave of pleasure and electricity through your body.

Mon lapped up all your juices, cleaning you up post-orgasm.

Afterwards, she lifted herself up in between your legs, meeting your lips once more.

She departed from your lips far too early to your liking yet again but this time she spoke.

“I love you too.” Mon whispered into your ear, a single tear rolling down her eye.

[senatorrorgana]

Hope Is Not Lost - Five

A/N: I literally just finished writing this pretty much, I was going to rush it out yesterday, but I knew this chapter was something that couldn't be rushed, hope you guys like it cause...you know...this is where the smut comes in ;)

Pairing: Rebelcaptain

Rating: M

Words: 3,964

AO3: (x)

    Jyn had to convince herself that it was all just part of her mission to figure out who Joreth Sward was and what his motivations were within the Empire. She didn’t want to think about how good his lips felt against her skin, or how he managed to hit just the right spot every single time. She was drunk last night, that was it, that was why everything he did felt so good, she had half a bottle of liquor, she could have gotten suckerpunched in the gut and it wouldn’t have hurt, so naturally tender kisses in a heated moment would have felt fantastic. Tonight she’d be sober, clear-headed, and her own brain wasn’t going to betray her; all she had to do was get him in bed and he’d be putty in her hands by the end of it all. Joreth Sward was a sleazy Imperial Senator, he worked for the worst of the worst, he funded the planet killer himself and was more than eager to see it in action from what Jyn could piece together from his eagerness. Jyn just had to keep that mindset tonight, and everything would go by smoothly, once she got what she needed she’d just drop him like the rest and use the information to her advantage.

    Or at least that’s what she had planned, until a rather panicked looking Bodhi Rook scurried into the lab around lunchtime, his eyes scanning the entire room and shifting around uneasily. Of course something had to go wrong, things were going by just a bit too smoothly, something always had to go wrong.

    “Where the hell were you last night? We have a problem!” Bodhi hissed in a hushed whisper, despite them being the only two people in the lab.

    “I was busy with the Senator, what happened?” Jyn asked, Bodhi didn’t need to know what her methods were, he struck her as the innocent type - the kind of person who wouldn’t understand what she was doing.

    “The Senator audited my flight records yesterday morning.” Bodhi said. “He asked me if I knew Saw Gerrera.”

    “What?” Jyn asked, she was trying her best to not let it show that this worried her. “What did you say?”

    “Everyone who grows up on Jedha knows who he is, I said I heard of him but that’s it.” Bodhi replied. “The Empire knows about Saw surely, right?”

    “He’s not exactly subtle.” Jyn murmured, Saw Gerrera was an extremist to say the least, even the Rebels themselves had separated ties with him from what her father had told her. “If something else happens let me know.” Jyn tried to assure him. “It seems like it was normal, they’re always looking for defectors in the lower levels. Just keep your head down, alright? As soon as I get something more on this guy, we’ll be fine, for now just keep doing your pickups, stay away from Saw on Jedha.”

    “You don’t have to tell me twice.” Bodhi mumbled. “Be careful, alright? I don’t know what you're planning on doing to get more information on him, but he seems like he knows more than half the people on this base.”

    “I guess that means he really is high ranking then, which is exactly what we need.” Jyn said. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.”

    “If you say so.” Bodhi sighed, giving Jyn a slight nod before leaving the lab, trying to blend in with the rest of the base as always.

    Jyn already knew that Senator Joreth Sward was a threat, but now he’d only asserted himself as a real threat to what Jyn, her papa, and Bodhi were trying to do. He had to be dealt with, now more than ever, Jyn just had to make sure her heart wasn’t in it when she did so, otherwise things could become far more difficult than they already were.

    As dinner time drew closer, Cassian began to get a bit antsy; he found it hard to keep still and focus on the files in front of him, knowing that a dalliance with Jyn Erso was on the horizon. He was a spy, he'd done this more times than he cared to remember, seducing someone into bed for secrets wasn't the problem, it was that damned look he gave her the night before, and those words she'd elicited from him that made him want to posses something he knew he couldn't have. Jyn was a loyal member to the Empire since birth, or so it seemed; his cover as Joreth Sward could have been was drew her in since it was always about status and power within the Empire, the minute she discovered his true nature things would be different, and by the end of three months that day would come. For now, he couldn't let the delusion of Jyn genuinely wanting to be with him cloud his thoughts, she could just want a one night stand for all he knew; though no matter what happened, he had to remember that all of this was a lie.

    He was on his way out to go grab something to eat, though it was mostly to keep his mind distracted from lingering thoughts on Jyn when Kaytoo walked through the door, his new coat of paint seeming to shine even more than beforehand.

    “I cannot wait to leave this place, those infernal service droids are obsessed with keeping the rest of us spotless.” Kaytoo complained. “Either way, a message came through for you Captain, it’s from Mon Mothma.”

    The messages Cassian received were almost always from General Draven, so a message from the Chancellor of the Rebel Alliance was more than strange. Kaytoo grabbed Cassian’s data pad that he brought with him from the base for the sole purpose of sending and receiving messages, he uploaded Mon Mothma message to it and handed it back to Cassian for him to read over.

    ‘Captain Andor, the orders that General Draven has given you has come to my attention; Galen Erso is to be brought back to Yavin 4 alive to stand trial before all of the senators. From your reports, Erso is possibly in contact with Saw Gerrera who is a fiercely dedicated rebel, someone who wouldn’t speak to an Imperial scientist civilly unless they were proved to be rebels themselves by Saw. Erso is a possible ally that we need in the alliance now more than ever, especially with his knowledge of this supposed super weapon. Extract Erso from Eadu as soon as the chance presents himself.’

    This only made things far more complicated than they already were. It was one thing when his mission was to kill Galen Erso, now to save him and bring him to the alliance - that meant exposing his cover and earning trust as Cassian, not as Joreth Sward. For the first time since joining the alliance and becoming a spy, he had to trust someone else with his life in enemy territory where he could easily be betrayed. He almost wished that his mission had stayed the same, but there was a thought that crossed through his mind - Jyn. He didn’t have to kill her father, but he had to earn her trust as Cassian and make her see that he wasn’t lying, getting in her pants wouldn’t exactly help the problem.

    “Cassian?” Kaytoo questioned as Cassian walked out the door.

    For the first time, Cassian had no idea what he was going to do about his current situation, he had to talk to Jyn, and he had to make her believe the truth which would be easier said than done.

    Jyn may have dipped into her secret stash hidden in her room before she head off to the lab to wait for Joreth to arrive, she always got nervous before going through with things like these and liquor always seemed to help in the past. She was a little wobbly, it might have been because her little sip turned into the rest of her Corellian Red, but her nerves didn’t vanish until she’d taken the last sip. Jyn figured she'd just sit down and wait for him, try to let some of the alcohol run it’s course since she was early, but to her surprise, there Joreth was, sitting at her cluttered desk like he had last night - apparently he was eager for everything she promised.

    “You’re early.” Jyn announced, catching his attention; she couldn’t help but notice the rather somber look on his face.

    “I wasn’t hungry.” He shrugged. “You weren’t out there either.”

    Maybe if she hadn’t been so busy trying to drink her nerves away, she would have done the smart thing and gone to dinner.

    “I ate early.” Jyn lied.

    There was a bit of an awkward silence between them until Joreth rose to his feet and Jyn walked over to him, quickly closing the distance between them and just trying to throw herself into the moment. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to kiss at his jawline, he still hadn’t shaved but Jyn didn’t mind, it made him different from the rest of the awful men in the Empire, easier to forget he was part of it all.

    “Jyn, I have to talk to you.” Joreth spoke up, his hands grabbing at her waist to push her back slightly.

    “Yeah?” Jyn asked, looking up at him with her slightly blurry vision, a smile on her lips.

    He just looked down at her, that somber look on his face still there, he was struggling to try and say something to her, but he just couldn’t seem to get the words out. Growing a bit impatient, Jyn took advantage of the moment again and started kissing at his neck, laughing a bit against his skin, the alcohol was slowly starting to take its full effect on her.

    “You are far too sad for what’s going to happen.” Jyn mumbled against his skin, waiting for him to interrupt her mission again, and she wasn’t surprised when he grabbed at her to pull her away again.

    This time the look on his face had shifted, it was serious and his eyes were twinged with something darker, and instead of trying to speak, his lips captured hers greedily while his fingers tightened around her waist and pulled her closer to him again. Jyn didn’t know what he wanted to tell her, but if he kept kissing her the way he was, she wouldn’t think twice about it. It didn’t hurt either that Joreth was an attractive man, not much older than her, and seemed to know exactly what he wanted when it came to intimacy; at least she knew she wouldn’t have a bad time with him. She didn’t know where his sudden desire came from, but she wasn’t complaining when his lips strayed from hers and started to kiss down her neck the way he was the night before, the kind that elicited moans from her beyond her control. The moans seemed to make him pursue her even more, pushing her up against her desk, Jyn hearing some things fall to the ground as he did so - she needed to clean off her desk anyway.

    While all of the others were still up in the mountains with her father, there was still the very strong possibility of someone just walking by and seeing them in such compromising positions, and while it wasn’t exactly against the rules for Jyn and Joreth to be like this, it was discouraged. Not to mention the last thing she wanted with his lips on her like that was for their time together to be interrupted and the moment lost, she liked him much better like this than with that sad look on his face.

    “We should take this somewhere else.” Jyn was a bit breathless as she spoke now, all her energy focused on biting back loud moans from escaping her lips. “My room is closer.”

    “Whatever you say.” Joreth replied, mumbled against the base of her neck.

    “You’re going to have to stop kissing me like that.” Jyn laughed, her hands moving to his shoulders to push him away from her slightly. “Come on.” She reached down and grabbed one of his hands, leading him out of the lab and back to her room.

    She shouldn’t have been so giddy and excited about the events unfolding, but she was.

    Jyn caught Joreth off guard as soon as they entered her room, the doors sliding shut and locking behind them. She guided him right to her bed and pushed him down onto it, no hesitation in her actions and her grinning like a fool as she climbed into his lap, straddling him and continuing their kissing.

    “You’ve been drinking.” He mumbled against her lips, though Jyn could see the barest hints of a smirk playing on his lips.

    “Maybe I have.” Jyn replied. “Do you want some?”

    “No, I don’t want to be drunk for this.” He replied more confidently now, resembling more of the side of himself that Jyn saw last night.

    Jyn fought back a blush, or tried to at least, she knew she failed when Joreth’s face lit up with a warm smile as he was looking up at her. He didn’t say anything thankfully, he just initiated another kiss, this time it was sweet and slow, something almost tender that caught Jyn off guard from the playfulness of the moment that she had initiated. Joreth wrapped his hands around her waist gently, and just the slightest amount of pressure to her was enough to guide Jyn down onto her bed while Joreth climbed on top of her and took control. He was tender, far beyond what she expected to come from him, no one in the Empire was sweet or gentle in any capacity - Joreth was different, and it certainly didn’t help her situation of keeping her heart out of the whole ordeal. If anything the drinking managed to make her feelings flare up even more.

    His fingers started to tug at the bottom of her tunic, gently lifting it up inch by inch until Jyn grabbed ahold of it from him and ripped it off herself, tossing it aside on the floor. He didn’t touch her after that, it almost made her wonder if she misread something about the situation, it also made her a bit self conscious about being so bold and choosing to not wear a bra or band of any kind. He just looked at her, his eyes studying every inch of her skin, Jyn feeling the urge to cover herself back up after being so stupidly bold, but he saw her hand move and he gently took ahold of it, leaning down and continuing his mission of kisses down her chest.

    “You’re beautiful, Jyn.” Joreth mumbled when he pulled away from her for just a moment, his hungry eyes locked on hers.

    Jyn couldn’t think of anything as a reply, she didn’t really have time to as he reached up and undid the simple bun in her hair, letting it cascade down just barely past her shoulders, then starting the process of kissing down her chest again. He paused when he reached her breasts for just a moment before he went and took one into his mouth, his hand on the other and massaging it. He got louder moans from her when he started to take his time with both actions, his thumb grazing over one of her nipples while his tongue paid attention to the other. She might have moaned a bit louder than she intended to, perhaps loud enough for one of her neighbors to hear, though most people were likely still working, but everything just felt too damn good with his hands on her. He eventually switched sides and everything was still far too sensitive and electric for Jyn to truly contain herself.

    Joreth pulled away for just a moment, and Jyn took the opportunity to grab at the bottom of his uniform shirt and tug it up over his head herself. She had to admit that she was a bit shocked by what she saw he was hiding underneath that shirt. He was a Senator, so what was he doing with all of these scars on nearly every inch of his body. Joreth knew she was studying them, he appeared almost as self conscious about them as Jyn had felt when she’d taken her shirt off. She let her fingers lightly trace over a few of them while she continued to stare in silence, noticing him tense up, Jyn finally found the words to say.

    “They’re beautiful.” She mumbled while he looked at her curiously. “They tell a story, maybe I’ll get to hear about them sometime.”

    She didn’t give him time to reply as she started pressing kisses to the scars she could reach, tracing the others down his back with her hands while Joreth returned to kissing her neck. Jyn wasn’t sure how long they were like this, it seemed like an eternity, enough for her to get comfortable being so bare in front of him, and then he pulled away to kiss down her stomach, pulling her pants down slowly as he did so. Jyn didn’t feel so self conscious this time for some reason when he tossed her pants to the side, she didn’t even mind when he started kissing up her legs, nipping at the inside of her thighs to leave marks behind. He finally got a reaction out of her when his kissed right at her core, his hot breath seeping through her underwear and causing a small moan to escape from her lips.

    Joreth repeated the whole process painfully slowly down her other leg, though this time when he reached her core again, he pulled her underwear down slightly, glancing up at Jyn for approval. She gave him a nod though she wasn’t sure what he was planning on doing down there, most men just wanted to shove themselves inside of her and get things over with, Joreth seemed to be enjoying the whole process which was more than foreign to Jyn. When he finally got her underwear off, Jyn kicked it off the bed while Joreth leaned towards her center with a smile on his face. She wasn’t expecting what happened next; a few gentle kisses pressed to her core, and suddenly his tongue was exploring inside of her, searching for all the right places, though in all honesty, everything felt good right now.

    Jyn weaved her fingers through his hair and tried to resist the urge to close her legs, Joreth’s hands helping her with that by keeping ahold of her legs. It was a sensation that Jyn wasn’t used to in the least, something she found herself to be utterly enjoying and she wished she could have indulged in the feeling even longer. Though all it took was for his tongue to hit just the right spot and without much warning, her muscles tensed and she couldn’t hold back the cry that escaped her lips. Joreth didn’t seem to mind, taking pride in bringing her pleasure so quickly, his tongue still exploring her now overly sensitive clit and cleaning up the mess he made of her.

    “That was nice.” Jyn managed to say in between her gasps for air, a thin layer of sweat already covering her body.

    He finally pulled away, licking his lips and kriff, if Jyn hadn’t just spent herself moments before, that image alone would have been enough to send her over the edge.

    “Just nice?” He questioned.

    “Maybe more than nice.” Jyn grinned.

    At that, Joreth grinned himself too as he crawled back up her, kissing her lips as soon as he reached her again, and something about the odd combination of Joreth and herself mixed on his lips was a bit of a turn on. Jyn let her hands travel down to the waistband of his pants, tugging down at them, she told herself it was so he could get some pleasure himself now, when really Jyn was a bit selfish, she wanted to keep chasing the good feeling he’d left her with. She got his pants and boxers off in one fell swoop, feeling something almost like pride when he kicked them aside. Had Jyn been of sounder mind, she probably would have thought up protection, but the Corellian Red had clouded her mind over completely, leaving her to think of nothing but her own pleasure, and Joreth was so caught up in the moment with her that he didn’t think of it either.

    Instead, Jyn just let out a series of moans at the delightful feeling of him slowly sinking inside of her, taking his time to test the waters and ensure that he didn’t hurt her - he was definitely different from every other man she’d met so far in her life. Jyn let her nails sink into his back while Joreth’s surprisingly rough hands dug into her sides, sure to leave bruises that would be reminders of her experience here in the morning.

    “Joreth.” Jyn said in a breathy moan.

    He went just a bit faster, speeding up their pace at the sound of his name falling from her lips. She kept it going, his name eventually turning into something completely unable to understand, but it still made him moan out in reply - her saying his name seeming to turn him on more than anything else. Jyn wasn’t exactly sure how he got her into the position of one leg over his shoulder, her hands now so far away from him that she missed the feeling, but it felt too good to be complaining about the lack of skin contact with him when every thrust brought her a bit closer to him.

    “Kriff, Jyn.” The words slipped from Joreth’s lips as more of a hiss before devolving into a series of moans.

    It didn’t take long for Jyn to be pushed to the edge again, though it took everything in her power to hold on, she didn’t want to be the first to let go this time.

    “Joreth, please Joreth.” Jyn whimpered, it didn’t make much sense even as she said it, but she knew her saying his name just did something to him, and she cried out in wonderful pleasure and surprise when she felt him his control and spilling inside of her, a delightful feeling that sent her over the edge finally.

    They’re final thrusts and groans were a last attempt at keeping up contact before Joreth finally had to pull out of her and crawl up to her side, collapsing beside her. The sweat he’d built up caused some of his hair to stick to his face, Jyn could only imagine how she looked right now feeling like an overheated mess. Despite all this, she was more than grateful when Joreth grabbed one of the blankets on her bed and used it to cover the both of them up, making sure Jyn got the most of it before he pulled her closer and pressed kisses to the side of her face. Jyn couldn’t help but be slightly mesmerized by him when she got a good look at him, rolling over onto her side to face him, he was something different, someone softer than he was portrayed to be. In that moment, the Empire and the Rebels didn’t matter, nothing mattered other than how she felt in his arms, looking at that smile of his, and feeling as content as she did.

    “That was nice.” Joreth spoke up.

    “Just nice?” Jyn countered knowingly.

   “Eh, maybe more than nice.” He laughed and Jyn couldn’t help but laugh too.

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General Likes: Relationships built on admiration and respect, emotional tenderness, political intrigue, sexual tension, gay awakening, dramatic irony, sci-fi/space themes (exploration, new worlds, etc.), polyamory

Smut Likes: Affection, Aftercare, Threesomes/Moresomes, Bondage, Praise Kink, Pegging, Orgasm Delay, Temperature Play, Biting, Marking (as in love bites not in the A/B/O sense), Cunnilingus, Strap-ons or other sex toys, Mirror Sex, Bath/Shower Sex, Kink Exploration, Mild D/s dynamics

Prompt Suggestions: Here's a few ideas but please feel free to run with an idea of your own as well! I can't wait to see what you create!

For Mon/Kleya: The TENSION between these two. Who noticed who first? Who made the first move? How did it happen, when did it happen? Does Luthen know? So many questions

Mon/Bail/Breha: I love these three in a loving, supportive polycule. Maybe they're on Alderaan under the guise of a "Senate gathering" while planning Rebel strategies, or on a ship traveling between star systems.

Mon/Thrawn: Oh, these two. I adore this rarepair because there is so much potential. Maybe Mon meets Thrawn while she's still in the Imperial Senate and something forbidden builds from there?

Mon/Padmé: Something before the rise of the Empire. Mon and Padmé are in the same political circles and maybe it develops into more (I'm absolutely fine with Anakin and Padmé being poly in this case).

Mon/Tay: Maybe something either pre-Andor and their adult kinship, or post-season 1 of Andor and building off of those events to something happening between the two of them.

DNWs:

• Rape/Non-Con,

• Death/Suicide/Self-Harm

• Queerphobia (canonical implied homophobia like what we see in Andor re: Chandrilan culture is fine)

• underage relationships

• plagues/viruses

• deadnaming

• no marriage or proposals unless the characters are already married in canon

• pregnancy, childbirth, or kid-fic

• incest

• scat/watersports or lactation kink

• bodily fluids

• body shaming

• first person POV

• graphic depictions of medical procedures or institutionalization (these mentioned as having happened in past tense are okay)

• Religious trauma (mentioned in past tense but not the focus of the story is okay)

• Motherhood as the main focus (I don’t mind if it’s something secondary but it shouldn’t be the driving focus of the story)

• Age play or de-aging

• Mommy/Daddy kink (Mistress is fine)

• Smut with overly dominant men

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big brother cassian braiding your hair and when he dies at the battle of scarrif you continue to wear you hair in braids ;-;

I loved this idea so much.

 You know, even though it hurt my soul and made me cry. 

Warnings: canon character death

Words: 1,102

You were alone in your sleeping quarters.

You had a bunkmate, but after offering her condolences, she had left the room.

She must have gotten the hint that you wanted some time to grieve in peace.

“I’m sorry, Officer Andor. But your brother did not survive the battle on Scarif.”

Mon Mothma’s words replayed themselves over and over again in your mind.

At first, you hadn’t believed the Senator. You stubbornly refused to believe her.

But then you saw the hologram of Scarif. And the hologram of The Death Star.

You didn’t have a choice then but to accept that Cassian was gone.

“Love you, my little star,” were the last words that he’d said to you before leaving base.

“Love you back,” You’d answered, kissing his cheek. “I’ll see you soon, Cass.”

Had you known the true nature of his mission, you wouldn’t have let him go. 

Or you would have gone with him.

Perhaps that’s why Cassian had lied to you. To protect you. 

Regardless, it didn’t ease the aching in your heart. 

It was well into the evening by the time you found that you were all cried out.

Month Mothma had kindly relieved you of tomorrow’s duties. “Take some time to recover, Officer Andor,” she’d encouraged you. “At least a day or two. You might not feel like you need it right now, but take some personal time off. You’ll find it’ll help you cope better with the grieving process if you take time for yourself.”

You let out a heavy sigh and shifted in your bed, moving underneath the sheets.

Although you thought sleep wouldn’t come easy that night, you started drifting.

The first person that came to you in your dreams was Cassian.

…

“Your hair’s gotten so long,” Cassian observed as he walked into your quarters. 

It was late in the evening and you had just finished getting ready for bed.

“I know,” You agreed, smiling sheepishly. “I haven’t had it cut since I was eight.”

“Seven,” he corrected you.

“Oh. Right.” You vaguely remembered cutting it very short, almost chin length. 

Now, at fourteen, your hair fell down to your waist in a cascade of silky waves.

“I should probably cut it again soon,” You said, twirling a lock around your finger.

“Don’t,” he said, quickly. “Don’t cut it. Long hair suits you well. Besides—”

Cassian suddenly stopped himself, clamping his mouth shut.

“What? What is it?”

He seemed hesitant.

“It’s just that, well, you look a lot like Mama. She had long hair too.”

Although he tried to mask the sadness in his eyes, you could easily detect it. 

You’d never met your mother. She died from an illness right after you were born.

Her absence hadn’t nearly affected you as much as it had affected Cassian.

“I don’t want to cut it, Cassian, but it gets in the way during my flying lessons.”

“I might have a solution for you, then.”

Cassian walked over to your bed and sat down, patting the spot beside him.

You gave him a strange look before taking a seat next to him.

“Turn around,” he said, pushing you until your back was to him.

“Cassian, what are you doing?”

“You’ll see. Now sit still.”

You let out an impatient sigh and crossed your arms over your chest. “Fine.” You  sat perfectly still and didn’t utter another word as your older brother ran his long, cool fingers through your hair once, twice, and then a third time before parting it into three different sections. It wasn’t until after several minutes of silence ticked  by that you finally spoke, “My instructor says that I’m doing really well. He says it won’t be long before we’ll stop training in a simulator and we can fly a real ship.”

“Flying a ship is much different than you might think. It’s not like a simulator.”

“I know, but I can do it,” You said, confidently. “I’m ready to fly, Cassian.”

Although your back was to him, you could already picture the smile on his face.

“I’m going to be a great pilot. And an even better Officer.”

“I know you will.”

“In fact, I’m going to be one of the best Officers the Rebellion has ever had.”

Cassian laughed from behind you. “Don’t get too cocky, at least not yet. There is still a lot for you to learn. And who knows, in a few years you might change your mind about becoming an Officer.”

“I won’t change my mind, Cassian. I want to be an Officer, just like you.”

After a few minutes, he touched your shoulders. “There, all done.”

Cassian had braided your hair, starting it from the crown of your head. It was still a long braid, but instead of falling to your waist, it fell to the middle of your back, and you were absolutely delighted at the thought of putting on a helmet without a struggle for once. “Now you can keep it long and it won’t get in the way during your lessons.”

You beamed at him over your shoulder. “Thanks, Cass.”

He stood up and kissed the top of your head. “Love you, my little star.“

“Love you back.”

.

When you awoke the next morning, you decided you would resume your duties.

Mon Mothma wouldn’t be thrilled, but you couldn’t stand the idea of time off.

Cassian would think of it as a waste, and so did you.

After getting dressed and pulling on your boots, you quickly brushed the tangles out of your hair before parting it into three sections. Cassian had taught you how to braid your hair, although your braids never came out as tight nor as neat as he often liked to point out. 

“It’s so messy,” Cassian would point, laughing. “Here, let me fix it for you.”

Furiously blinking back tears, you grabbed your jacket and left your quarters. 

“Officer Andor.” Mon Mothma raised an eyebrow as you approached the council members. “I thought you were going to take some time off.”

“I know I said I would, but I can’t do that, Senator.”

“And why not?”

You took a deep breath. “Because that’s not what Cassian would want me to do, he wouldn’t want me to stop, not for anything. I know that he would want me to be strong and to keep going. He would want me to keep fighting for the galaxy, and so that’s what I’m going to do.”

Mon Mothma pressed her lips together, then sighed. “Very well, Officer Andor. If that is the case, then we have an assignment for you.”

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The senate was eating Mon alive. Ferrin wouldn’t get off her back about literally everything; the fights were getting worse day by day. And Leida did everything she said not to do, only to antagonize her mother.

The woman just needed a break, for gods sake…

And where Mon ended up was in one of the cities night clubs.

She knew it was stupid and risky, but dear god did she need a night off…

She wore a veil/ hoodie like headdress to hide her face, but the rest of her outfit…

She was wearing an extremely low cut dress with a provocatively high thigh slit…

So, there Mon was, sitting uncomfortably in a night club, for the first time… She was told these places were supposed to be fun…?

“Would you like a dance?” you interrupted Mon’s tunneling of thought.

She looked up and lost her composure at the sight of you. You were wearing your signature black lingerie garter set.

“Um… I… Sure…” she stuttered out.

You smirked at the woman being caught off guard. You had noticed her the second she had walked in with her elegance. You nodded at her and began lap dancing on her. Mon tensed up a bit at this.

“Heyyy… It’s ok, relax…” you cooed into her ear, as you grinded lightly against her.

Your words helped Mon loosen up a bit.

She couldn’t deny how much you were turning her on. She could feel a pool of wetness staring to form in her knickers, as you were straddling her and rolling your hips to the music in the club. It seemed like in a flash the dance was over.

“That was… amazing…” Mon panted, her breathing erratic and her entire body aroused.

You blushed at her compliment and leaned over to her ear purring, “Well if you want, we can always continue this in a private room…”

“I… Yes.” Mon choked out immediately.

You chuckled at her reaction, and you gave her your hand.

“Follow me.”

She followed you to the private rooms. You set the woman down on the long, luxurious couch and locked the door

“I’m… I’m afraid a I can’t reveal my face…” Mon stuttered, almost trying to convince herself more than you.

You smirked, “I understand. Whatever your comfortable with.”

You came over to the woman and straddled her, swaying your hips in her lap.

“Is this alright?” You whispered into her ear.

You received a whimper and her hips bucking up to meet your heated core in response. You took that as a definite yes, moving to her exposed neck and marking it slowly. Mon moaned in response as you bit and sucked her collar bone while grinding down on her lap. You looked up and she saw your blown up pupils and you licking your lips…

Desire got the better of Mon…

“Fuck it.” She growled, ripping her veil disguise off her face and clashing her lips into yours.

The woman’s kiss was passionate and needy. It was sloppy and hurried. Before you could catch a full glimpse of her, she had brought her veil to eyes, tying it to against it.

“For safety precautions…” Mon whispered, her voice laced with dismay.

You chuckled at her tone, “It’s alright… I always liked a kinky woman…” you quipped back.

This made Mon blush.

She went back to kissing your lips. They were so soft and delicious. She hadn’t felt such passion in such a long time… The kiss turned hungry and lustful quickly.

“Fuck…” you groaned out, as the grinding on her lap was getting to your throbbing cunt.

“I know, love…” Mon moaned back, while slithering her hand down to your thighs.

She went lower and lower, but stopped at the entrance to your soaked knickers.

You mewled in response, causing Mon to chuckle.

Not being able to see anything only blew up your pleasure…

“What do you want, darling…? Hmmmm?” Mon purred into your ear lustfully.

“Fuck… God, I want your fingers inside me…” you moaned out.

Mon hummed with delight.

At your words she slipped in her middle digit into your aching pussy.

You threw your head back in pleasure, rocking your hips to meet her thrusts.

Mon added another finger, making you cry out in pleasure even more.

You were a moaning mess in the lap of Senator Mon Mothma…

And Mon couldn’t get enough…

She made you cum all over her fingers in minutes. You tried to muffle your cries in her shoulder.

You panted heavily as Mon helped you down from your high.

“Fuck…” you panted out, “Your turn?”

Mon’s eyes darkened with a whole new wave of lust at the thought. She guided you in between her legs, where you were kneeling on the floor, and she was on the edge of the couch.

“Please… fuck, please…” Mon mewled out in need.

“I… need to be able to see…” you hesitantly, yet desperately begged.

You wanted to see the woman who had just made you and the best fucking orgasm of your life…

Mon was so desperate at this point and lust was clouding her mind, she wasn’t thinking straight… Nevertheless, she removed the blindfold. You gawked at her presence.

Fucking Senator Mon Mothma was spread out above you, desperate to be fucked…

The thought spurred you on with hunger… Mon looked at you hesitantly for a minute, expecting you to completely change your mind…

But instead you dipped your head down and lapped your tongue through her soaked folds… Mom’s head was thrown back in pleasure and he lips let out strands of moans at your skillful tongue.

Her hips ground against your face desperately…

Her hand was tightly holding on to your hair…

Obscenities flowed out from her lips…

Pretty soon, you had brought the senator to her edge.

“Fuck… Darling, I’m gonna cum…” Mon moaned out.

“God, cum… please cum…” you begged her, face still full of her cunt.

And so Mon came all over your tongue, squirting her juices all over your face. You lapped her up greedily as she cried out in pleasure. You cleaned her up, helping her down from her high. Mon tried to control her erratic breathing after her first massive orgasmic high in ages.

She was stunned. And her face said it all. And you gleamed in pride.

“Same time next week?” You playfully teased her.

Mon looked at you to see if you were being serious.

“Sure.”

Now it was you who was breathless.

What the fuck had just happened??

Whatever it was, it was worth doing again…

You responded by one last peck to Mon’s lips, which she graciously reciprocated.

~~~

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“Your mistress has had an excruciatingly long day in the senate, baby… Be a good girl and remind your mistress what that tongue of yours can do…” Mon purred, spreading her legs open in front of you as you kneeled on the floor in her car.

“Yes mistress.” You responded like the good girl you are.

You undid the elaborate get up Mon wore every day, getting it all out of the way quickly, only to be met by a pair of fashionable, black knickers.

You licked your lips at the removing of her knickers and the sight of her dripping, aching cunt.

“Good Girls don’t make their mistresses wait…” Mon purred with a edge of threatening.

“Yes mistress.” you immediately responded and did as you were told.

Lick by lick, you explored her delicious folds, bringing Mon closer and closer to her delicious high.

Her breath became ragged and praise flowed out from her lips, “Such a good girl… just like that… fuck, yes…”

You lapped up her pussy, tongue fucking her with skill, eliciting more moans and praises from Mon.

She bucked her hips up to meet your face in need…

Her hand tugged at your hair…

You edged her on and on until she was so close to her orgasmic high.

“Fuck, make your Mistress cum…” Mon ordered but it came out moaning.

You hummed in response, sending Mon over the edge.

Her head lolled back as she cried out praises of pleasure.

You happily lapped up all her juices as her walls clenched around your tongue.

“Such a good girl for your mistress…” Mon purred breathlessly.