Bo-Katan's Need

Although she had met with him many times, she was nervous as she drove the purposely erratic route to her destination. The chances that her unusual request was going to be approved were very small, but she needed the assistance badly. Appearing as a normal although highly secure abode in the region, she finally arrived at her destination. As she waited for the security protocols to open the portcullis to the outer wall, she remembered the first time she was driven blind-folded and bound to the initial covert meeting. She had known security measures were expected when one first meets with an areas' guild-master of spies even after over a year of electronic communication. Unsure of how long they traveled, she knew it was over an hour with multiple changes of direction so she'd had no idea where she was back then.

Even now after meeting with him multiple times throughout over a year and developing a business relationship, gun turrets followed her vehicle from various locations as she eased the speeder through the outer wall and moved in to the next entry control point. She entered her access code into the panel at the ECP and had her retina scanned, then drove inside the final wall protecting the compound.

Seeing the multiple weapons systems pointed skyward, she shuddered at the thought of anyone who tried to enter the compound unbidden from the air. Likely only vapor and dust of anything trying to intrude would fall onto the grounds. As she eased the speeder to stop under a covered parking place next to the main building, her tension built, knowing an uncomfortable conversation was about to take place with someone she had become to think of as somewhat of a friend and confidant. Combat droids duel-programed as protocol droids opened the door for her into the facility.

"Ma'am, we trust you know where you're going or would you prefer escort?" the cordial but powerful-voiced B2 series battle droid intoned.

"I'm fine getting there if you're ok with me going alone."

"You're expected Ma'am and our standing orders are to give you all courtesy."

Winding through the corridors of the functional business-oriented part of the facility, she walked the familiar route to his personal living areas. Stopping at the elegant but clearly armored door, she reached up to attempt to buzz for entry, but stopped when she heard an audible click.

"Welcome 'Bo, great to see you again!" said the average height but obviously athletic man with salt and pepper closely cropped hair as he opened the door. Gesturing towards the comfortable seating area, she went to sit in the living room she'd been in multiple times as their professional relationship had grown.

"Great to see you as well, I appreciate your seeing me so quickly."

"I always enjoy our visits. Please have a seat," he said warmly, gesturing to the different places to sit.

She moved to sit on the same couch he was in the process of sitting on, adjusting her armor for comfort as her butt settled onto the cushion while setting her helmet on the low table in front of them. The room was finished in soft earth-tone colors and melded seamlessly into a well-appointed kitchen area with a large dining table. The projector over by the far wall was displaying various events on-going around the sector but was soundless as it was muted. Softly lit, his personal living area was inviting to the weary traveler.

"How was your trip?" he said with interest.

"Cold and wet unfortunately, you know how it goes."

"Oh I'm sorry, be right back," he said as he went to the kitchen and poured them two mugs from the dispenser.

Handing her a mildly steaming mug, she put it to her lips and began to enjoy the hot, soothing drink. They both enjoyed it in silence as she began to warm. The weather in the region was cold and she'd been rained on during her trip. The weight of her armor did little to help keep her warm as her clothing beneath had gotten wet. She'd had shivers for quite some time already.

"So, I got your message. Right up-front Bo, that's a big ask, huge actually," he said calmly, but seriously.

"I know, I know, but events have changed. Everything I've worked for is in danger. My people and I need this."

"You realize that providing you with this could compromise me in a very bad way if things go awry?"

He listened to her respectfully as she spelled out what she needed, why her people needed it, and the consequences if they couldn't obtain what she was seeking. Going through the argument for assistance logically and covering all the bases, she talked for some time while he listened, occasionally asking questions.

"I don't know Bo. What you want to do is risky and it's even riskier for me and my organization."

"I understand that and I understand if you can't do it, but I hope you'll think about it," she said while moving right next to him on the couch for emphasis.

"I will definitely think about it and look into it further."

"I appreciate it Bron, I really do. We'll pay you quadruple the normal arrangement if you can help us."

"I promise I'll look into it."

"Let me put out some feelers," he continued reassuringly as he went into his nearby office and she heard him typing for a while before returning.

They sat in silence as they drank. Her body warming from the hot fluid in her stomach, she began to feel a little more brave. She was fearless in all realms but this. She didn't like asking people for help. She wasn't sure how this would turn out, but she knew she had to try. Sitting her coffee on the table, she also took his and did the same as he looked at her quizzically.

As her hand went onto his thigh, his eyebrow raised as they locked eyes. She smiled nervously as her hand moved up to his crotch, beginning to rub him.

"Bo, you don't have to..."

She interrupted him by leaning in to kiss. Eyes still open in shock, he began to return her kiss first hesitantly, then more urgently. He started to push her back on the couch but always a Mandalorian, she wanted to control the engagement so she stood up and straddled him, coming to rest on his lap.

"You realize you're trying to seduce me while wearing armor?"

"Admittedly, I'm not very good at this but I'm trying," she said in between kisses, looking into this man of hers who until a few moments ago had only been a business partner, at least on the surface. At times however in the past, they'd shared their frustrations and stories of successes related to their respective organizations.

"This doesn't impact my decision about your request."

"I know, but I have to try. I have to give this my all."

They began kissing as their arms explored each other. It was new eager kissing of people who have known each other, but never crossed this line. She hoped at least that his kisses were as eager as hers. She held on as he easily flipped her over onto her back on the couch. Looking up at him as he lowered onto her, she spread her legs to accommodate. They kissed for quite some time, savoring the feel, taste, and overall experience of each other.

Looking down at her, he paused for a bit.

"You want to be mine?" he asked.

"I know I want to be in your bed tonight," avoiding the question while she boldly looked him in the eye.

Standing up, he reached out his hand. She took it as he helped pull her armored weight up off the couch. Not letting go of her hand, he walked her through the kitchen to his bedroom as her heart beat faster the closer she got. All she'd known was war for longer than she cared to admit. This wasn't something that happened often for her.

She stood where he left her next to the bed as he left the room, then returned with a candle. He lit it and placed it on the bedside table as she reached out to rub his shoulders. He spoke the word "Off" and the lights in the room blinked out leaving them in candle light. Turning around, putting his hands on either side of her face, he looked into her eyes as he kissed her longingly again. The wetness between her legs had been substantial even in the other room. As she had driven into his compound, it had started as a faint growing feeling, she knew what she was there to do. Now after kissing and actually being next to the bed, she was soaked.

He stepped back from her and she began working to undo the straps on her left forearm. He stopped her.

"Let me."

He looked at her and smiled from time to time as he undid the straps on one, then the other bracer on her forearms. Next, he kissed her and removed her pauldrons. Putting it all on the floor next to the chair, he kissed her once again, then began working on the straps for her cuirass. With on hand on the bottom of the heavy plate like one who knows his way around armor, he released the last strap and respectfully placed it on the floor next to her other equipment. She sighed in relief as the weight left her shoulders, but as the smell rose, she blushed in embarrassment and apologized.

"I'm sorry about that..." she said as the sour sweat smell that all who have worn armor will always remember interjected itself.

"There's nothing to be sorry about. Part of why I've always desired you is your heritage. Fighters always smell like this when their armor comes off."

"You what??" She replied in disbelieving surprise.

"I've always found you desirable as a woman on multiple levels. I never said or did anything so as not to harm our business relationship. I know you don't have time or a place in your life for romance."

She didn't say anything, her mind digesting, but watched him as he continued stripping her. She eyed him as he reached for her blaster and took it out of the holster. Meeting her eyes, he placed it on the bedside table, knowing she'd feel more secure if it was there during the night. She realized this was a very significant gesture just being allowed to have it around him in this place, never mind in easy reach while they would likely be sleeping later. He knew it was significant that she allowed him to take it away from her for the moment.

Next, he smiled at her as he undid the scratchy fastening material that kept her groin plates from moving too much, then worked off the hip straps that held them in place. Putting it on the floor on top of her cuirass, he gently pushed her back in the chair. She'd bathed herself before coming to see him, but she was acutely aware of the sour sweat smell coming from her body because of the armor pads rubbing against the clothing beneath. He removed all of her leg armor and put that carefully with the rest. Then, the boots.

As he pulled her boots off, they both smelled it as she began, "I'm sorry..."

"No, sssshhh this is how combat boots are supposed to smell, don't worry. You're beautiful to me," he said sincerely.

She blushed at the compliment. He'd never complimented her in such as way during the time they'd known each other. He'd complimented her many martial and professional accomplishments, but not simply her beauty as a woman.

She giggled as an errant finger brushed the underside of her foot as he peeled a sock off. Running his hands up her legs to her belt, she watched him intently as he unbuckled it, then unsnapped her pants, and pulled down her zipper. Reaching up, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pants and captured her panty band too. Knowing it was time to help, she lifted her bottom off the chair enough that he could pull them down, then sat back on the cushion as he worked them off her feet.

Thrilling at the sight of her revealed muscular thighs and the patch of pubic hair in the shadow between her legs, he smiled.

"I'm sorry, after I made planet-fall I had time to bath, but not to do a lot of grooming," she said, mildly embarrassed at having not had a chance to shave the hair that had accumulated between her legs during her long travels.

"Like I said, you're beautiful and that includes down here."

Pulling her to her feet, she hungrily kissed him as he began to pull her shirt up over her head. Putting her arms back down, she pulled off her field bra and dropped it on the pile of her gear as they kissed. She pulled his shirt over his head revealing his muscular scarred torso as his arms went back around her. Pausing, he'd felt the goose bumps on her back and saw them clearly on her beautiful exposed breasts.

"You must be freezing!"

"I was so cold on the way here, starting to warm up now though," she smirked.

Throwing back the covers and pushing her onto the bed, then pulling them over her, "Into bed with you Bo".

She complied, allowing him to maneuver her. It was strange, but nice having someone look out for her. She snuggled into the soft clean bed while he pulled his pants off, no underwear apparent. She smiled wider when his hard, longish cock sprang free. Not monstrous, but with a nice length and thickness plus a bit of a curve to the left, she felt herself get a little more wet. It had only been her own fingers for way too long.

Kissing her before he was even done joining her under the covers, he ached for her. Initially lying beside her once she pulled the covers around him, he looked over drinking in her beautiful face and her pert breasts. Not shy at this point, her hand started stroking his cock as he looked at her in the candle light. She smiled, feeling that he was already wet for her around the tip. Stroking him a bit, getting it on her fingers, she brought two fingers up and licked the wetness off while looking him in the eye.

Burning for her, he started to move down her body to taste her. Putting her hands under his arms and stopping him, she said, "Later. I need you inside me." She opened her legs while pulling him up and he settled in between them.

Kissing her again, he could feel her wetness as his cock brushed against her sex as they were so close. Reaching down, grasping him, she rubbed his wet tip over her clit, cooing with the feel of it.

"Have your control shot?" she asked.

"No, sorry, wasn't planning anything like this for tonight and haven't been with anyone in a long time."

Secretly pleased to hear he hadn't, she replied, "Neither do I. Same situation and didn't have time to remedy it before this meeting."

"You can pull out and do it on me or cum in my mouth. Whatever you want," she said.

"I'll figure something out," he winked at her, began kissing her again, and trying to thrust into her.

Guiding him with her hand as the tip of his tongue was lightly exploring her mouth, she pulled him in. He groaned into her mouth as his long cock sank into her. When he bottomed out, her groan answered him. He was loving the wet walls of her around him, while she loved being filled for the first time in a long, long time.

He began fucking her slowly, both of them getting used to each other. On each thrust, she knew he was feeling her accumulated hair scrunch against him and was surprised he barely had any. Supporting his weight on his arms, she enjoyed his frequent kisses and occasional diversions to her breasts while he fucked her warmth.

His cock fucked in and out of her. Sometimes they kissed, sometimes just held onto each other for support as they fucked each other. Sometimes hard, sometimes it was soft sex. She loved the feeling of the veins on his erection sliding in and out of her wet pussy. He began fucking her a little faster and was trying to get even deeper into her. She groaned in mild pain eventually when bottomed out in her, opening her on deep in her sex. Always going easier after this so as not to hurt her, he was trying different angles and thrusts, obviously trying to hit the spots she needed as they fucked for a long time. His pumping built to a frenzy, then stopped abruptly as she held his neck.

"Whoa, have to stop for a second."

"Why?"

"I want to wait on you," he replied sincerely.

"Bron, just let it go on me or I'll go down and take it. It feels great and I'm loving it, but I've never been able to orgasm from straight intercourse. Please don't be offended."

Mopping sweat off his brow, "I'm not offended at all beautiful. I appreciate you telling me."

Smiling devilishly at her, he kissed her for a bit, then broke off, moving the kisses down her neck and pulling his cock out of her as she thrust up trying to keep him in. Loving on her breasts, hand on one, nipple in the mouth on the other, he then began to move his mouth lower on her sweaty body.

"No no, you don't have to do this. I haven't shaved and..."

"You're mine for the night and this is happening," as he reached up and his fingers silenced her lips while his mouth played on her stomach.

Moving lower, he kissed down, brushed his lips through her short accumulation of hair, and kissed her right on her lips. The top of his lips touching her clit cut off all further protests as she let out a quiet short moan.

Sliding his hands under her bottom getting serious, another light kiss right on the hood of her clit.

"Still want me to stop?" as he looked up smiling from between her legs.

"Get to it!" she ordered playfully looking down at him with a big smile.

She took a deep breath and relaxed as he began to love her pussy with his mouth. Not the paying the taxes kind of reluctant oral sex, but loving on her clit and pussy. Reveling in her wetness, he licked and nibbled around the outside of her sex, but often delved in to touch more intimate things. From a slide up the lips to a gentle tip of the tongue teasing her clit, to a quick swipe of the same tip against her tightly closed anus making her jerk and giggle. Eventually, it was impossible to tell where her wetness left off and where his saliva began with wetness all around her crotch and all over his face.

Her hands now in his hair, he could hear her building as he began to slowly focus more and more attention on her clit, he gently slid one and then another finger into her. Oriented upwards, the fingers were gently rubbing her roof while this tongue became more and more firm on her little button. He could hear her moans building and knew he was on the right track with her. Knowing that he was doing a good job and could give her what she wanted, he kept the rhythm on her clit as she built. He pulled the two fingers out and carefully began rubbing her little puckered place with one. She instantly squirmed and moaned as the tip of his finger teased the little hole that was soaked with her juices already.

"No, no no..." her hands trying to pull his face away as he applied pressure, the tip of his finger pushing barely into her butt, holding it there in spite of her protests. Pushing his tongue more firmly on its up and down motions over her clit, he cut off her protests in mid-No. Subtly moving the tip of the finger around and more aggressively licking her, he could tell she was about there. Making non-stop tight circles around her swollen clit, he gently but firmly pushed half the length of his finger up her butt. Bo's hips rose at first trying to escape the finger, then her breathing stopped, and she forcefully mashed her butt back down, driving the entire length of the finger in her as he attacked her clit.

Her hands painfully pulled on his hair, pulling his face into her pussy so he couldn't breath, and her asshole repeatedly flexed around his finger as she came. Holding his breath and licking while gently moving his finger, he rode the orgasm with her until stopping to take a deep breath. Taking her hands away and gripping the sheets, she writhed on the bed.

Not moving, he lay there between her legs, occasionally giving her soft kisses on the either side of her sex, avoiding the spot that was likely too sensitive. He didn't move his finger, just left it unmoving inside as she flexed occasionally while starting to come down. Eventually, her breathing returned to normal and her hands returned to his hair, but now she gently stroked it.