Healing
Chapter 19 of Moonwalker: The Batch
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Summary: After days of chaos and still with a broken wrist, Hunter persuades Sarah to remain with Omega on Ord Mantell while he and the squad head to Raxus.
Word count: 6.5k
Tags/warnings: Explicit for sexual content, minors DNI. SMUT, vaginal unprotected sex (wrap it up irl, loves), female oral receiving, breeding kink, breast play, marking. Talk of polyamory, family dynamics.
Songs: take me to church
A/N: Now that this chapter’s done, I have officially rewritten all of the chapters I had of the original Moonstrider story, which means the next few chapters will be fully new. Moreover, this story has another three full chapters plus an epilogue to go–and I am so excited for you guys to read them.
Thank you all for supporting this story, you guys make me so happy!
The seedy, unattractive area of Ord Mantell where Cid’s parlor was located seemed like a sight for sore eyes after everything they’d all been through. The warm climate and visually-polluted city landscape had begun to feel like a home, especially any time Omega would be perched on Wrecker’s shoulders as they shared a pack of Mantell Mix, more deserved than ever that time after what had felt like non-stop agony.
Sarah allowed herself to release tension when she walked into the parlor, her good arm linked around Hunter’s with the rest of the squad backing them up. Even the sight of Cid walking up to them with her usual scowl seemed friendly; Sarah felt compelled to run up to hug her, but restrained herself from doing so—Cid wasn’t the biggest fan of spontaneous hugs.
“Fellas, good thing that you’re back,” Cid was saying as she greeted them. “I’ve got a mission for ya, top priority—”
Cid stopped herself when her eyes landed on the cast around Sarah’s right arm, immediately glaring up at Hunter and flicking his shoulder pad.
“You’re supposed to look after ‘er, Bandana!” Cid scolded him.
“He’s been doing a good job of that,” Sarah caressed his bicep in support.
“Yeah,” Wrecker chuckled. “If anything, that broken wrist is my fault!”
Sarah stared blankly at the enormous clone.
“Too soon?” Wrecker scratched the back of his head.
“And not helping,” Sarah replied.
“Do I wanna know?” Cid asked her.
“A day in the life of a rogue squad of clones,” Sarah dismissed. “So, what mission are you talking about?”
“You ain’t goin’ on missions in that state, Strider,” Cid crossed her arms. “You’re sittin’ this one out.”
“I agree,” Hunter said lowly. “But I think we’re all sitting this one out, Cid.”
“That’s not how it works, Bandana,” Cid answered. “We’ve got a deal, and I’m sure this mission’s gonna be a piece of pie for all of you.”
The clones exchanged dubious looks, but finally let Cid proceed.
“I’ve got a call from Senator Avi Singh’s contact, he’s being held on Raxus and needs to be bailed out,” Cid said.
“Raxus?” Tech spoke with a hint of excitement.
“Absolutely not,” Hunter said, his tone final.
Tech looked at him, both pleading and disappointed. “Hunter… Raxus was the core of the Separatist confederation. We always talked about going there.”
“Emphasis on Separatist,” Echo countered.
“Emphasis on was,” Tech argued in his favor.
“I am not taking Omega to a planet swarming with imperial troops,” Hunter told Cid, putting Tech’s argument aside.
“Hey, Strider’s stayin’ here,” Cid said. “If you want, you can leave Tiny here too.”
“And what if I don’t trust you with my girls?” Hunter raised a brow.
“You shouldn’t,” Cid smirked. “Now you’re catchin’ on to the way the galaxy works outside the army. But ya know I like Strider and Tiny way more than I like all of ya combined, and that’s sayin’ something.”
“Isn’t that sweet, Hunter?” Sarah prompted, her hand giving Hunter’s a squeeze. “Look, if my wrist weren’t busted, I wouldn’t want to take Omega to Raxus. But we still have our debt and a job is a job. She and I are gonna be fine.”
Hunter sighed. “Sarah, how many times do we have to prove that we’re better together?”
“You’re the one who told me to sit this one out, implying you’d go,” Sarah chuckled. “We’ll be fine. If you don’t trust Cid with Omega, trust me.”
“I do trust you—”
“If I wanted to read a romance erotica novel, I’d pick one up from the back, now quit being all googly in front of all of us,” Cid grumbled. “You going on the mission or not?”
Hunter’s hesitation had only grown as the conversation went on, and Sarah could see it in his eyes as he looked back at his squad, of whom only Tech seemed to be on board with the mission to Raxus.
“Sarah, come,” Hunter told her as he took her hand and led her to the back of the parlor where their rooms had been set up. As he walked off with her, Sarah looked over her shoulder and met Echo’s gaze, realizing he was probably the least excited about Raxus.
As they went inside, Hunter sat on the bed that he’d claimed, his hands traveling up to his forehead, rubbing his skin as he groaned. Sarah watched him in silence as his usually stoic front shattered before her eyes; he’d been going on and on about how she and Omega needed a break, and while Sarah knew that was true, she figured Hunter needed one too.
“What is it?” She asked him as she took a seat next to him on the bed.
“I can’t,” Hunter answered. “Sarah, if I go to Raxus, I won’t be able to look after you or Omega.”
“We’re going to be safe here,” Sarah tried to convince him. “Nobody has traced us back here, there is no reason why something should go wrong. The Empire doesn’t come here either, and I’ve never told anyone where we’re based.”
“I know that logically nothing can go wrong, but I can’t help…” Hunter trailed off. “I lost it, Sarah. I used to be a good sergeant, now I don’t know what I’m doing half the time.”
Her features softened in sympathy as she reached out to take his hand. “You’re still a good sergeant, Hunter, but more importantly, you’re a good man. And look, way before me and Echo arrived, it was just you and three more, and you managed close to perfectly. I heard about your 100% success rate.”
“One of those three was Crosshair.”
Sarah had to hold in a gasp—it was the first time she’d heard Hunter be the one to willingly bring Crosshair up, but the gesture made her oddly hopeful.
“Well, then,” Sarah said. “What would Crosshair do?”
Hunter met her gaze. “He’d trust you.”
She gave him a sad smile, not having expected that. “He’d trust I too, just like he always would. And I trust you, Hunter, more than anyone.”
His lips curved up softly, and with no more words, Hunter leaned in to kiss Sarah, starting off soft until he finally obliged more and added depth, pushing her onto the bed. Sarah gave a pleased yelp, but she knew it wasn’t the best idea at the moment, not with everyone else outside on the verge of a mission.
“Hunter—” She stuttered. “Baby, you’re thinking with your second brain… you know, the one that’s down there—”
Hunter moaned into the kiss in his deep, husky voice, and he trailed hungry kisses down her jaw and her neck, making her melt in his arms until she brought a hand up to his lips, resting a finger gently on them.
“Believe me, I want to,” Sarah chuckled.
Hunter gave a soft laugh in return, and as he got a hold of himself, he sat up and helped Sarah up as well. “Sorry, Sarah.”
“Don’t worry, love,” she kissed his cheek. “I promise we’ll find a way to be alone together when you return. For now, let me stay here with Omega, I’ll make sure she’s safe.”
“And what about you?” He asked her.
“You’re my guardian and all, but we both know I can take pretty good care of myself,” she replied.
So long as inhibitor chips aren’t concerned, of course.
“I can hear your thoughts, ner cyar’ika,” Hunter chuckled. “But in any case, I trust you.”
They squeezed hands one more time before leaving the barracks to meet the rest of the squad, who’d taken a seat but got up as soon as they saw the couple entering the main saloon.
“We’re going,” Hunter stated his decision.
“I’m not going to help a Separatist,” Echo spoke up, angry, breaking his usual soft persona.
Hunter seemed hesitant. “I hate Separatists too, Echo. In any case, we’re only doing this to get paid and clear off our debt, not to be friends with him.”
“I don’t care,” Echo said. “He doesn’t deserve it.”
The room fell silent again, and while everyone understood that if anyone would hold the Separatists in such low regard it would be Echo, the truth lingered in the air that him not going wouldn’t be for the better.
“Echo,” Tech spoke up, his tone softer than it usually was. “We need you.”
Sarah felt her heart leaping at his words, finding them touching even though they weren’t directed at her, and she could see they’d had an effect on Echo as well. He looked like he was beginning to reconsider, but Sarah then remembered the state she’d found him in on Skako Minor. It was deplorable, and the thought of being near Separatists would in no way be easy for Echo.
“We can’t do much with only three of us,” Hunter said.
“Wait,” Omega cut in. “Three? But I’m going too, there’s going to be four of us.”
Hunter and Sarah exchanged a look, and Hunter finally kneeled down to be at Omega’s eye level. “Not this time, ad’ika.”
“You can’t keep pushing me aside for missions,” Omega’s eyes saddened.
Sarah walked past Hunter and stroked his shoulder in support while she took Echo’s hand and led him to one of the booths, sitting down across from him.
“Not you too,” Echo looked away.
“I’m not going to lecture you,” she said. “I know you’ve got a better reason than anybody to hate Separatists and I won’t try to sugarcoat the mission for you.”
“Then what do you want to tell me?” He asked.
Sarah sighed. “I’d love to tell you to stay here with me and Omega, but Tech’s right. They do need you, we all do.”
Echo looked up at her with a hint of remorse. “You really think so?”
“If we were to lack you for any reason, we’d be lost,” Sarah replied. “Me, especially.”
“We lost Crosshair,” Echo countered.
“Yeah, and we didn’t emerge triumphant from that loss,” Sarah broke it to him. “The second he was taken from us from the brig was the second we started losing fight after fight.”
“Then why aren’t you going?”
“Because all I’m gonna do is drag everyone down,” Sarah replied. “But you, you can help them reach heights they can’t alone.”
Echo paused and met her eyes again, thinking about what she said until she reached out and grabbed his hand with hers on the table.
“Echo, I’m not telling you all of this to make you go,” she said. “If you want to stay and sit this one out too, say the word, and I’ll handle Hunter. But don’t you dare doubt your place in this squad.”
He gave her a soft smile. “I need you too.”
Sarah gently squeezed his hand, her smile widening. “I need you more, Echo.”
Echo chuckled. “Alright, then. I’ll go. But, I’m going to complain every second of the trip.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Sarah said. “And, if you can, you could stage an ‘accident’ for this Separatist—”
“What is the matter with you—”
“I’m talking about making him trip or step in tooka shit or giving him the middle finger,” Sarah chuckled. “I’m not telling you to kill him and stage it as an accident.”
Echo’s eyes widened. “Can’t be too careful.”
Sarah raised a brow at him.
“Hey, you’re into Crosshair,” Echo said. “Moral grayness isn’t out of the question for you.”
“Thank you for coming to terms with it,” Sarah said with sarcasm.
Gently bumping their knuckles together, Sarah and Echo stood up and regrouped with the rest of the squad just as Hunter had finished talking to a defeated Omega. Echo joined the troopers while Omega joined Sarah, leaving her and Hunter to look at each other.
“Take care, will you?” She brushed his hand.
“We’ll be back soon,” he leaned in and gently kissed her.
Despite the separation, and how much it would have pained her to see them go on any other occasion, Sarah felt confident they’d be alright. It was the best and most optimistic gut feeling she’d had in a long time, and she decided to cherish the Force’s way of telling her all was well.
Besides, Sarah knew she needed to relax. She’d needed it for ages, and once the boys were out, Sarah rested a hand on Omega’s shoulder as the child yawned.
Sarah smiled at her. “You want to go to bed, darling?”
She gave a sad sigh. “I guess.”
“Hey,” Sarah told her. “Hunter and I agree that this is best for you.”
Omega’s big eyes met Sarah’s. “I just don’t like being treated like I’m helpless, because I’m not.”
“You’re right, you aren’t helpless, and no one thinks you are,” Sarah answered. “Hunter’s prouder than any of us at how much you’ve grown and stepped up. But you’ve been through a lot recently, and you need to take a break now and then to recover.”
Omega seemed to calm down a bit, leaving Sarah to kneel in front of her.
“If either of us is helpless, it’s me,” Sarah continued. “I can’t hold my rifle, I can’t use the Force in public, and I’d only be dragging everyone down. You would be helping them out a lot, but you need to know when to take a break.”
Omega gave her a little smile. “Does your wrist still hurt?”
“Not much,” Sarah smiled back. “Now come on, let me tuck you in.”
Sarah took Omega to the back and tucked her into one of the bunks, dimming the lights as much as possible to let her rest properly. Her gaze lingered on the way Omega’s little hand clutched one of Lula’s ears, her eyes closed and ready to sleep, until at last she left the room and returned to the bar where Cid was already waiting for her behind it with two glasses prepared.
“Drinks are on me, Strider,” Cid said. “We got a lotta catchin’ up to do.”
“I’d love nothing more than to get wasted, but I’m still on painkillers,” Sarah said as she took a seat across Cid. “Mind making mine non-alcoholic?”
Cid began pouring her an iced drink. “Yeah, I figured. You may wanna start with why you’re on painkillers in the first place. Did Muscles really do that to ya?”
Sarah took a sip of the fruity combination and sighed—the conversation she was about to have with Cid definitely required at least some percentage of alcohol, but alas, she’d have to make due with the cheerful blend.
“Where do I even begin,” Sarah said. “I don’t know if you knew about the inhibitor chips clones have in them, they’re these organic devices fused to their skulls that can modify their behavior.”
“I’ve heard a bit,” Cid finished pouring her own drink.
“Well, up until Rex came—”
“Blondie,” Cid affirmed.
“Yeah, him,” Sarah chuckled. “The guys still had theirs in, but Wrecker was getting a lot of headaches and we ultimately took it as a warning sign, so we went to Bracca. but when we were there, Wrecker’s chip activated and he…” Sarah shuddered at the memory, her voice hushing. “We barely survived, Cid.”
Cid gave a light nod, her face expressionless. “Sorry ‘bout that. Never would’ve thought him capable of that.”
“He isn’t,” Sarah answered. “That’s the whole point with these inhibitor chips, they’re means of manipulation, capable of forcing men into doing the most despicable atrocities.”
Sarah had set her glass down with a thud, glaring at the drink in front of her while Cid observed her. As she took a sip of her own whiskey, her gaze went to the table.
“I’m takin’ a shot in the dark here, but,” Cid began. “That what happened to your other friend? The one you went back for?”
Sarah nodded. “Yeah, his chip activated first, when the war ended. We could never get him back.”
“But you’re plannin’ on tryin’ again, right?” Cid said.
Sarah met her eyes. “Of course I do, I just don’t know how.”
“That’s not everything, kid,” Cid said. “You like this guy.”
Sarah tried to shake her head, ultimately looking away, and now Cid set her glass down to get her attention.
“Don’t try and deny it, I hear the way you talk about him,” Cid continued. “He’s not just your friend.”
“No,” Sarah said with melancholy. “No, he’s way more than that, infinitely more. He means everything to me.”
“What about Dark and Broody?”
“See why I need to get wasted?” Sarah groaned. “Hunter knows about this, he knows everything, and he’s told me he’s okay with it. I love him so much, I love both of them, but…”
“But?” Cid prompted.
“I’m an unstable, horny girl who likes three dudes,” Sarah covered her eyes.
“Well, kriff,” Cid laughed. “If it’s Muscles, you may need to be checked after he gave you the broken bone.”
“It’s not him, it’s—” Sarah hushed her voice. “It’s Tech.”
“GOGGLES?!” Cid boomed, erupting into laughter and pushing her drink away. “I must be drunk!”
“Laugh it all out,” Sarah groaned. “It’s not serious… we’ve had moments, but I have no idea what to make of it. I have enough to struggle with two men already.”
“Ya don’t say,” Cid finished laughing. “So, Bandana’s okay with not bein’ the only guy to hit on ya? What a major simp.”
“He’s selfless, and too kind for his own good,” Sarah said. “But we’ve talked about it more than once and his mind hasn’t changed.”
Cid took another gulp of her whiskey. “Look, Strider. You’re gonna make me gag with how cheesy this is gonna sound, but that’s some unconditional love right there. If you don’t know what to do about it when you get—” She trailed off. “I don’t have a nickname for the other fella, what’s he like?”
Sarah smiled, her features softening as she thought of him. “He’s beyond words. Incredibly tall, lean, dark, handsome, with silver hair and a crosshair tattoo over his right eye—don’t nickname him Crosshair, that’s his actual name. He has a wonderful, smooth voice, he’s the single best shot in the whole galaxy, and he’s so strong… so caring, so selfless, always looking out for others, and not just because his job is to be lookout. People overlook that about him, but Crosshair is kind, protective, in some ways, more than Hunter.”
Sarah chuckled. “He’s also the biggest prick ever. Snarky, smug, sarcastic—hey, you’d actually get along with him. He’ll give you a run for your money.”
“Twig it is,” Cid settled on a nickname for him.
“He’d hate that nickname,” Sarah laughed.
“I don’t care,” Cid took another sip of her whiskey. “Anyway, for now at least, you could settle for the fact that Bandana will be there for you no matter what. Hold onto that, it ain’t easy to find, and not everyone can.”
“Oh, no,” Sarah cooed. “Is there a tragic love story behind the legendary Cid?”
Cid rolled her eyes. “Dudes, schmudes. You date a couple of ‘em and you get tired of their bullshit. What I’m sayin’ is, Dark and Broody’s bein’ honest with you, he’s fine with you likin’ the Twig, so don’t waste your energy overwhelming yourself with that. Focus on gettin’ your friend back, then you figure out what to do.”
Sarah smiled. “Cheers to your good advice.”
“Who’d you expect to give the good advice around here, Muscles?” Cid laughed. “Now, enough about that. Tell me about your days as a pirate.”
Sarah chuckled. “Ah, what a load of stories I have from those days. You’re familiar with the Ohnaka gang, right?”
“You worked with Hondo?” Cid raised her brow muscles. “The biggest goofball of a pirate?”
“He’s a goofball, alright, but he had his moments when he was plain scary,” Sarah said. “That scoundrel. He’s ruthless, but to me, he was always like an odd, distant cousin. He took good care of me, anyway.”
“What were ya doin’ with him?”
Sarah sighed. “I was running away from grief. I’d just lost another trooper, the first one I fell in love with, and it was too unbearable.”
“Tch,” Cid scoffed. “What’s it with you and clones?”
“Hey, if the Kaminoans didn’t want everyone falling in love with the clones, they shouldn’t have cloned the hottest man in the galaxy,” Sarah said.
Cid rolled her eyes. “So you’ve been with them a while.”
“Since the start of the war,” Sarah smiled. “Echo and I actually go way back, and he was the reason I came back after being a pirate.”
“Sounds like quite the journey you’ve had,” Cid said.
Sarah couldn’t help but sigh. “Yeah.”
Cid smiled softly as she noticed Sarah had finished her drink, pondering on everything she’d just shared with her. She then removed the glass and put it on the back, facing Sarah again.
“I think you need to get some sleep too,” she said.
“Yeah, I could really use it,” Sarah answered.
“Go on, then,” Cid gestured at her customers. “I promised those two dummies a couple of rounds of dejarik anyway.”
“Don’t bet too many credits,” Sarah chuckled as she got up. “And thanks for listening. I knew you had a heart.”
“Tell anyone, and I’ll raise your debt by 1500 credits,” Cid said.
Sarah laughed. “It’s safe with me, I promise.”
She got up and went back to the bunk rooms, finding Omega still asleep on Hunter’s bunk. Despite how calm she’d been when she fell asleep, the kid was now frowning and stirring in her sleep, with her hand clutching Lula even closer to her.
The poor thing, she really had been through a lot, but Sarah found solace in the fact that she was safe now, and prayed that the worst was finally behind them. With that intent, Sarah crawled into her own bunk and covered herself up with the sheets as exhaustion hit her, and in no time, she fell asleep.
She woke up hours later to the sound of obnoxious hooting and cheering, instantly recognizing such noise was alien in a lowkey cantina like Cid’s. Fearful of whatever the commotion could be, Sarah looked around the barracks and realized Omega wasn’t there anymore, and in a rush to find her, she panicked as she left the room.
As expected, Sarah was met with a sea of people all focused around one of the dejarik tables. Facing Sarah was a random dude she didn’t know, nor did it matter much who it was up until Sarah realized Omega was sitting across from him, with Cid sitting beside her cheering her on.
Sarah shoved her way through all the people and glared at Cid. “What in the flying fuck is happening?!”
“Watch your language in front of your adopted daughter!” Cid barked back, covering Omega’s ears for a moment, grinning again when she uncovered them. “This kid’s amazing! She hasn’t lost a single game—” Cid leaned closer to Sarah, “and she’s makin’ us some big bucks!”
“You’re making her bet?!”
“She’s the one who decided to gamble!” Cid absolved herself. “Besides, she’s gifted. See for yourself!”
“Omega?” Sarah called out to the kid, who lifted up a finger for Sarah to let her concentrate on the dejarik match.
With a couple buttons pressed, and seemingly effortless, Omega utterly destroyed her opponent and got rid of the remaining two holographic pieces on his side, and the crowd around them went ballistic. Omega then looked up at Sarah with an excited grin; Sarah would cherish that gleam in Omega’s eyes even if she’d just helped Wrecker explode any random object he felt like condemning.
Given recent events, even considering the time they’d known each other for, it was the happiest Sarah had ever seen her. Omega felt proud of herself, she felt she was doing something worthwhile, and Sarah was not about to take that away from the kid. Sarah didn’t even have to pretend when she smiled back; she was happy to, for once, see Omega acting like a normal kid wanting her mother’s support.
Sarah would overlook the gambling part for a moment, that would be Hunter’s problem.
But there were still other matters at hand that had determined Omega’s staying in Ord Mantell in the first place. Sarah leaned down next to Cid, whispering so as to not shatter Omega’s illusion.
“You realize she’s got two bounty hunters after her now, right?” Sarah said. “She needs to keep a low profile. We should start getting these people out of here to not attract more attention to her.”
“Relax, Strider, the kid’s havin’ fun and there’s been no sign of danger ‘til now,” Cid chuckled.
“How did this even start, anyway?” Sarah asked as she watched Omega gracefully playing against her next opponent.
“Tiny saw me playing against those two losers and it turns out she’s got a knack for strategy,” Cid explained. “Ya may wanna tell Dark and Broody to use that to all your advantages.”
“And how much has she made?” Sarah raised a brow.
“So far, ‘bout 1600 credits,” Cid said casually.
Sarah slammed her hand over her heart. “What?!”
“I’m tellin’ ya, she’s gifted! Now try and show a bit of support, will ya?”
As much as Sarah wanted to be supportive, she knew that Hunter would flip as soon as he found out—and as if that thought had been caused by their Guardian bond, Hunter and the rest of the squad walked in through the door and looked around at all the people gathered around the show. Hunter’s disapproval was evident, and Cid began to shoo the people outside of the parlor.
Hunter approached Sarah, not angry, but clearly concerned. “Wanna tell me what happened here?”
“In my defense, I was asleep,” Sarah shrugged, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I missed you.”
Hunter hugged her back and kissed her forehead. “I missed you too. Could you rest?”
Sarah nodded as she snuggled into his armored chest. “How was the mission?”
“We did what we had to,” he leaned his cheek on the top of her head, but let her go when Cid approached them.
Though Hunter held a great deal of respect—and gratitude—for Cid, he was frowning at her. After that, Hunter’s gaze drifted over to Omega, and while he didn’t frown at her, he was clearly unhappy.
“I told you to keep a low profile,” Hunter said.
Omega’s eyes saddened instantly, and Sarah couldn’t help but intervene. She leaned over Hunter’s shoulder and held his bicep, calming him down.
“Hey, cut her some slack,” Sarah said. “All she did was find something to do, and Cid made sure no one or nothing suspicious came into the cantina. Nothing bad happened.”
“Understatement of the eon,” Cid scoffed. “Ya wanna know what Tiny did today, Bandana? She won enough credits to pay off your debt.”
Everyone’s face, including Hunter’s, lit up in awe.
“That’s right!” Cid continued. “Not only is Tiny a great dejarik player, she also struck a deal that would benefit you all. So instead of scoldin’ her, ya may wanna thank her.”
Cid walked off along with the rest of the batch leaving Sarah to stay with Hunter and Omega. Sarah shot a quick glance over her shoulder at Echo, who seemed to be doing fine, a good sign after how hesitant he’d been to go on the mission. Sarah smiled softly, proud of Echo and how far he’d come since they rescued him from Skako.
When everyone else disappeared behind the back of the bar, it was just Sarah, Hunter, and Omega next to an unfinished game of dejarik, looming beside them in its own abandonment. Sarah knelt down next to Omega and gave the child a reassuring pat on her shoulder, and the child took a deep breath before braving up to Hunter.
“I know you kept me here so I could have a break,” Omega said. “But I wanna be out there with you, helping you guys out. That’s what I joined this squad for, Hunter… and you’re stuck with me for the long run too.”
Hunter quickly glanced at Sarah, and using only her eyes, Sarah insisted that he listened to Omega. His lips then curved into a soft smile and he finally looked back at the girl.
“I’m glad to be stuck with you,” Hunter said. “Now, did you really pay off our debt?”
Omega sighed. “I wanted to feel useful, Hunter, even if I wasn’t on the missionl.”
His smile became fatherly and he took a seat to restart the dejarik match, glancing back at Omega.
“If you’re so good at striking deals, then,” Hunter said. “One match. If you win, you don’t sit out on missions anymore.”
Omega grinned and jogged over to the table, taking a seat across Hunter, and Sarah felt her heart doing somersaults in her chest. It wasn’t just the fact that Omega was so confident in her abilities, but the fact that Hunter knew she was going to beat him. Smiling brightly at the scene, Sarah watched as Hunter did his best, and even then, he was no match for the little kid, not in any sense of the term.
After Omega had practically mopped the floor with Hunter in that dejarik match, it was official that she wouldn’t sit out on any more missions, and the rest of the night was a good one for the batch, all of them finally getting the chance to rest and recharge together.
When it wasn’t too late into the night, Hunter took Sarah’s hand and led her from the bar to the door, a soft smile on his lips.
“You’re up to something,” Sarah muttered.
He gave her a smirk that could melt her into a puddle. “I saw a motel on the way here.”
Sarah laughed, pleasantly surprised. “So you took my words to heart. I hope that wasn’t your only drive for completing that mission, or is that why you returned so soon?”
“Oh, Sarah,” Hunter crooned, pinning her to the wall of the staircase that separated the cantina from the street. “You have to understand that with my heightened senses, the second brain is extra strong.” Pressing his body against hers, Hunter nuzzled her head and inhaled her scent, feeling himself getting tighter at the codpiece. “What do you say?”
“Well, I can’t do very much with my broken arm,” Sarah giggled.
Hunter laughed quietly, his lips hovering barely over hers, purring, “Then let me take the lead, sweetheart.”
With a sinful quiver between her legs, Sarah let herself be led by Hunter down the streets as she hurriedly typed a message to Echo’s comm frequency: don’t wait up for us. Confident that things would be alright, it wasn’t long until they arrived at the motel, a sight far more decent and appealing than Sarah had initially expected.
Hunter paid the fee and got the key to their room, and with an arm romantically draped around Sarah’s waist, he led her down the hall. But neither one of them could cold in their lust, and they began to kiss down the hallway, stumbling, until Hunter pinned her to the wall, not paying mind how far from their room they were.
The kiss was so fiery that Sarah feared they couldn’t go much further in public without being arrested. Aching between her legs, feeling her delicate underwear already soaking, Sarah tugged on Hunter’s hands to get him to move again. They hurried to the room, where Sarah turned the lights on to check its state while Hunter closed the door and the drapes.
When Sarah sat on the bed, she felt Hunter’s heavy, craving gaze on her, and lustful as it was, it still held that distinctive note of tender love that Hunter felt for her.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said with a faint smile.
“Really?” Sarah teased. “How so?”
Hunter chuckled and walked over to the bed, cupping her jaw and kissing her passionately while slowly pushing her down to the mattress. “You look so innocent… so mine.”
Sarah whimpered as his lips sent sweet shocks down her entire body. Without breaking the kiss, Hunter removed his armor until he was down to his undersuit, and he carefully helped remove Sarah’s clothing and jewelry until she was naked underneath him, his gaze gliding over her figure.
Pausing his cravings, Hunter helped adjust Sarah’s arm to a comfortable angle, and at last, he was kneeling in front of her on the mattress, ready to worship her. Hunter first reached to remove the bandana from his head, letting his curls fall more loosely, proceeding to remove his undersuit until he was naked too, towering over her as she couldn’t help but whimper at his beauty.
Sarah could notice, due to the lamp brightening his features, that his pupils had dilated. His gaze was hungrier than she’d ever seen it, raw and sensual, and slowly, Hunter lowered himself over her body as he took a long inhale.
“You smell incredible,” his voice was low and husky.
Sarah whimpered again, and she lifted a hand to delicately run a finger and trace his tattoo, its trail going down the markings’ silhouette down his neck, his shoulder, his arm. Hunter’s eyes met hers; all he needed was one more word, one gesture of approval and he’d make her see stars.
“You can start,” Sarah whispered.
With that, Hunter pressed his body fully on hers, the warmth of his skin clashing onto her as he hungrily kissed her lips, allowing his tongue to brush hers, taking his time as though he were trying to memorize every part of it. Sarah draped her good arm around his back and held him even closer to her as the smooth friction of his tongue on herse drew a moan from her. Hunter growled at the sounds she made, more aroused than she ever thought possible, and he began to grind his hips against her body.
Hunter’s kisses then traveled around her jaw, down her chin, and he once again took his time with her neck, nibbling and sucking on her and generously leaving marks on the softest spots of her skin, having her helplessly whining under him.
He traveled down her body, giving her breasts attention with his kissing, ravishing in their softness and their warmth—her breasts were some of his favorite parts of her. He gently licked and pinched her nipples and delighted Sarah by growling more; she felt every growl of his would nearly throw her over the edge, and he hadn’t even arrived between her legs yet.
She thought of how soft and loving he’d been back on Jedha, how different it was now, his lust taking over his more caring side—and she loved it.
Whereas he’d taken his time until then, the scent of slick between her legs became too delicious, to sweet to ever think of resisting, and Hunter hurried down her torso with a sloppy trail of kisses until he was down between her legs, tracing his tongue over her folds without hesitation so he could finally feast on her arousal. He let out a low groan and worked his tongue over her clit, at times switching to slide his tongue down her entrance while Sarah grasped Hunter’s beautiful curls with her good hand, tugging on them just the way he loved.
Gradually, Sarah’s small whimpers turned into unrestrained moans; the guests at the motel would hear her, but she didn’t care. The pleasure shooting through her body was immense, it made her toes curl and her back arch as her thighs clenched around Hunter, who growled into her, still drinking every drop of her, savoring how her flesh felt on his tongue.
When her body finally relaxed onto the mattress, Hunter crawled up to her level, breathing heavily, positioning his cock at her entrance and pushing himself in slowly. They moaned in unison as Sarah got accustomed to his girth, already moaning and praising him.
“How’s that feel, my love?” Hunter whispered.
Sarah grinned seductively at him. “Please, start, Hunter…”
He chuckled and kissed her lips lovingly. “As you wish, my queen.”
The first pull-out was amazing, and then his thrusts began at a luscious pace that gradually built up in speed and strength. Hunter kept eye contact with Sarah as his cock slid deliciously in and out of her walls, and he used his thumb to keep rubbing circles around her clit, bolting her rise to the edge again.
Wanton, Sarah wrapped her legs around his waist to make him go deeper into her and moaned out his name. Hunter struggled to regain enough composure to speak, enchanted by the way his name sounded when she said it that way, until at last, he was able to breathe her name out as well, looking deep into her astonishing, nebulous eyes.
Sarah couldn’t handle how intoxicating everything about Hunter was. His eyes, his scent, his hair, his voice, his movements… She felt herself drowning in him, in the ecstasy he created; she pulled him closer and rested his forehead on hers, staring back into his beautiful brown eyes.
“Sarah…” He whimpered. “I’m close.”
She moaned and bit her lip, aching for the feeling of his warm seed between her legs. “Cum inside me, Hunter…”
“Let me…” Hunter grunted. “Fuck, let me… let me fill you up, Sarah… please…”
“Breed me, Hunter…” Sarah blurted as the pleasure bled to every corner of her body again. “Fill me… Fill me up…”
“Sarah, fuck!” Hunter moaned out, his hips snapping at an inhuman pace.
She grinned, pleased at the effect of her words. “I see how you look at me, Hunter… I know you want to put a baby in me.”
“Fuck—” Hunter’s eyes rolled back. “I do—fuck!”
Her good hand trailed up to Hunter’s cheek, her touch soothing him enough to look her in the eyes. His pace slowed down, but it felt just as exquisite; Sarah smiled at him as she planted several kisses along Hunter’s features.
“Hunter… My Hunter…” she kissed up his jaw, her lips hovering just above his ear for her to whisper, “My Guardian.”
Upon her words, Sarah and Hunter reached their climaxes at the same time, moaning long and kissing each other, parting their lips only to call each other queen and guardian. At last, Hunter’s cock twitched inside of her, and Sarah felt as his hot cum filled her to the rim, after which he collapsed next to her, still coating her bare, sweaty skin in kisses until he was just too exhausted to stay awake.
Sarah gazed into her Guardian as he slept peacefully beside her, smiling at him even though he was oblivious to the utter joy he bestowed on her. She kissed his forehead with as much sweetness as she felt for him and lay there long enough to catch her breath, until she finally felt strong enough to get up and clean herself before turning the lights of the room off.
Finally, Sarah went to curl up against him, finding the perfect spot in the galaxy to find blissful dreams.
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