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Fluffy February 2024 Master List
Huzzah! I wrote 29 things for Fluffy February (ok, 28 things plus one very fluffy chapter for my bigger fluffy fan fic).
Highlights: I developed my canon for both Lenn Teraan and Cole Cantarus. I wrote another Akaavi/Mako piece (someone needs to write them an epic Carbonite Years fic). I posted my most explicit work so far (is that a low light?). Dr. Oggurobb has decided to weigh in a lot lately.
I'll post the round up list, and then reblog with the AO3 link.
Snow -- 10 ATC - the smuggler crew lands on Alderaan
Eavesdrop -- 22 ATC -- Someone is spying in the cantina.
Entertain -- 21 ATC -- Theron and Eva do an intel drop at a casino.
Learn -- 10 ATC -- Eva learns how to dance from Lenn Teraan.
Planet -- 29 ATC (chronologically "now" in canon) -- Eva buys a planet. Because.
Fire -- 36 ATC -- Eva, Theron, and the big family on Odessen roast marshmallows.
Recovery -- 24 ATC -- Eva recovers from the Nathema Conspiracy. Risha makes sure of it. CW for untended anorexia.
Smile --over the years -- Theron's teeth may not be real, but his smiles are.
Storm -- 5 ATC -- Eva meets her first magnetic storm.
Care -- 21/22 ATC -- After Theron is injured, Eva makes sure he gets the care he needs.
Quest -- 39 ATC -- Theron and his band of adventurers... need to go to bed.
Discipline -- 40 BTC -- the Grand Admiral headcanon/backstory that's been rattling around.
Splurge -- 25 ATC -- Eva buys Theron a gift that isn't exactly what he wanted.
Free space! I added to Elysium, for a little while.
Craft -- Carbonite Years -- Akaavi knits something for Mako for the first time; in terms of the relationship, that's a big deal.
Spontaneous --- Theron and Eva rope Lana into one of their schemes.
Pleasure -- 22 ATC -- Eva speculates on some of the alternative universes in which she met Theron differently.
Pain -- sometime between 25 ATC and 29 ATC -- Bit of a kinky piece wherein Theron has his old scars replaced by Eva. This is Explicit for sexual activity, biting, bruising, and blood.
Shadow -- the legend of the Voidhound, from a child's perspective.
Partners -- 21 ATC -- A Theron/Eva heist fic, with their radio comms as cover
Reward -- 40 ATC -- Dr. Oggurobb finally retires... or so he thinks, thanks to Bowdaar.
Sacrifice -- 29 ATC (between patches 7.2 and 7.3) -- Theron sacrifices one of the few things to survive from his childhood. Eva is a pregnant person in this fic, so CW for that.
Dance - Eva dances with Jace Malcom. This is a continuation of an eventual post-Nathema fic about a party.
Apology -- 28 ATC (Between Elom and 7.3) -- Theron liberates Arcann from his job at a fast food join in Dromund Kaas by punching him in the face. No, I will not elaborate (I will totally elaborate).
Kiss -- 21 ATC -- Theron thinks about the his views on good morning kisses in the early days after Eva's return.
Rain -- 21 ATC -- Theron finds Eva out in the rain after Koth is worried about her. It's not as bad as it looks.
Protect -- 14 ATC -- Dr. Oggurobb meets the Voidhound on Makeb.
Shy -- 13 ATC -- Cole Cantarus becomes friends with benefits with Eva (she pays at the bar).
Fresh -- anytime after 23 ATC -- C2-N2 tries to start spring cleaning on Virtue's Thief. "Tries" is the operative word here.
Taglist
@fluffyfebruary, @ayresis, @starlightcleric, @ermingarden, @blueburds-but-swtor, @vihola, @commanderlurker, @sarpndo, @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond, @vexa-legacy, @grandninjamasterren
#fluffy february#swtor fan fiction#theron shan#theron shan x smuggler#oc: eva corolastor#dr. oggurobb#arcann#koth vortena#lana beniko#risha drayen#bowdaar#akaavi spar#mako#akaavi spar/mako
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A commission done for @sullustangin of Theron Shan and her OC Eva Corolastor. ^^
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woke up to a fragment from the “The Man Who Lived for Tomorrow” freshly baked.
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”Are you sure you want to do it like this?” Theron gestured between the two of them. “I look like a sleaze with a torn shirt, and … dancing girl outfits and blaster burns aren’t exactly bridal wear.”
Eva turned from the gangplank door, the ship’s light catching the glitter that had somehow survived with shocking resilience.. “Told you this … we don’t have to —“
“I want to,” Theron insisted, firmly. “But do you want something else? More?”
Eva’s bare left shoulder rose in a shrug. “You’re here. The crew is here. I might cause Lana’s ulcer to strangulate or something if I called her now.” Then there was a short, humorless little “heh.” “And Rogun’s not here to give the wedding toast, but we sorta expected that….” An expression between humor and grief played across her face. “And then we became friends.”
The ship’s door opened and the sunlight of Aargonar flooded in. It was dawn.
Theron took Eva’s hand in his. They’d made it to dawn. Together.
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@vexa-legacy
@grandninjamasterren - this might have been stirred by your Traitor run
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@abbee-normal and @starknstarwars -- here’s my space barbie with her neewwww shades. And Theron too in the High Roller Armor set. The collar is... interesting. But the overall outfit really does look cool.
#swtor#nar shaddaa nightlife#oc: eva corolastor#nightlife#high roller#space barbies#theron shan#Theron shan x smuggler
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❛nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time!❜
From soft and sweet sentence starters (I'll still take prompts)
Words: 652
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“Nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time.” Theron was resolved. The Captain had to come back to Odessen.
That didn’t deter Eva for a moment, as she lovingly gazed up at him from her seat in the dive bar he’d found her in this week. “Oh, come on. Lana can do the flimsi-work, and you can find some other slob to do the flying and meeting and greeting. You don’t need me. I’m just some lady smuggler.”
Eva slid her hand down the bar toward him, teasing at the fingers and hand that he had rested there. “So, what’s a hard-working guy doing in a place like this?”
Theron stole a furtive look around the bar before pulling up a stool next to her. “Those eyes work in vast variety of contexts. You know it doesn’t for this one,” he murmured to her.
She answered him by flagging the bartender down. “Whiskey, neat. Corellian, if you got it.”
“There’s a surcharge –”
“Fill ‘er up.” Eva slid the man a more than adequate number of credits, plus a tip.
Theron leaned back slightly from his seat at the bar to elbow Bowdaar, carefully; the Wookiee was playing sabacc at the nearest table. “I thought you’d curb these impulses with her.”
Bowdaar whickered back, “I make sure she gets home in one piece. Trying to tell her what to do and when are different problems.” Bowie looked at his cards, and he raised his bet.
Theron shook his head. He did feel better with Bowdaar around, but Eva still had the tendency to wander away from Odessen. She typically did return within two days when summoned, but there were still occasions that required Theron to be deployed.
Like now.
Theron was pretty sure she did it on purpose to lure him away from work. “What brought you to Tatooine, of all places?”
“No Star Fortress,” Eva gaily answered him, and then she reached backwards to clink glasses with Bowdaar. Bowie was on a roll at the tables, so he tolerated the interruptions. “And it’s not too far from Odessen.”
“Only on the opposite side of the Core.” Theron’s whiskey was delivered to him, and he took a sip.
“Real?” Eva asked.
“Real,” Theron confirmed before he took another sip of the now-rare liquor. “Hopefully, Corellian whiskey will be back on the ‘basic’ shelf of bars across the galaxy soon.”
“Another great gift of mine to the universe," Eva said airily. “I should get bonus vacation days for that.”
Theron decided to make the silly argument, since ‘duty’ and ‘the greater good’ weren’t cutting it. “You’ve had enough vacation days – which is why I’m out here to lure you back to Odessen. There are many more distilleries, wineries, and brewers to be liberated from the Eternal Empire.”
“I suppose.” Eva sipped her gin and tonic – not yet Sullustan. She examined the glass. “What’s next on our agenda?”
“Alderaan.”
Eva hummed. “I might have some friends there, still. Maybe.” She swallowed a mouthful of her drink. “Len taught me to dance there, you know.”
“And you fell out of a tree,” Bowdaar supplied.
“And whose fault was that?”
Bowdaar groused and went back to his sabacc game.
Theron smiled at their banter. “Unlike Nar Shaddaa, I’m actually allowed on Alderaan – if you want, I’ll go with you for the meet and greet this time.”
That brightened Eva up immediately. “And for the flying?”
“Sure.”
And since they were far, far away from Odessen and the business of the Alliance, they didn’t have to keep up the illusion of professionalism. Theron leaned over and kissed his girlfriend at the bar of some dive on Tatooine. After a few, wonderful moments, Theron broke the lip lock and pulled back slightly to look at her. “But first, back to Odessen.”
“…I’m not the only one whose ‘puppy dog eyes’ are highly effective.”
“In certain contexts.”
#swtor#swtor fan fiction#oc: eva corolastor#theron shan#theron shan x smuggler oc#thanks for prompting!
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Theron Thursday Sneak Preview
Because they're finally getting back together and all is quiet....for now...
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Elysium, for a little while
Go time.
“Like what you’ve done with the place,” Theron said, finally.
She turned. And there she was, just as he remembered her: beautiful, resilient, and alive.
Theron felt as if all of his senses were tunneling in on her, and time just stopped.
She’s alive.
She’s right here with you.
The dark brown hair, the spacer-pale complexion, the endlessly deep eyes, that presence that defied her actual size --
Theron tamped down his joy as he saw how tired she looked. She was thinner than he remembered. She was without her Dermaplast, the one thing she was always mindful about for the comfort of others and the safety of her crew. The clothes were borrowed – not hers, simply utilitarian. The motions were slower now. As she slid off the edge of the crate and landed with her usual grace, Eva Corolastor was looking at him –
The gaze was blank.
Theron was prepared for this. He knew how bad she was. He knew that there was a good chance she wouldn’t remember him by sight. He’d even dug out clothes that he was sure he’d worn on Yavin, as old as they now were…but maybe that couldn’t have helped anything.
Please. Please see me.
And then the light went on in those eyes. “Theron Shan.” Eva said it, clear as day. No hesitation.
Victory.
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Elysium, for a little while will start being posted on January 21.
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WIP Whenever
Tagged by @starknstarwars last month (hey, getting better on those catchups!)
Tagging @sith-shenanigans, @zabrakghoul, @war-of-wrath @velvetsunset @rikki-roses
This comes from an upcoming chapter of "Establishment" which is the setup for the Alliance and
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"I didn’t stay because of you. I stayed because the crew had to be alive somewhere else.”
“But you didn’t answer –”
“What was I going to say!?” Eva exploded. “‘Sorry, darling, no time to chat, I’m going to die and make you live with the consequences’?”
~~
....Domestic bliss has its stalling points.
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Fluffy February Day 28 (Late): Shy
SWTOR
Time: Very beginning of 3639 BBY (13 ATC)
A/N: This is the Cole Cantarus fic that ran off. Clocking in at 1035 words. @vexa-legacy, here he be.
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All was quiet in the hangar. His breath sent up smoke in the frigid air. This had been one hell of a year. He’d started as a CorSec man, finished as a Republic officer, with accolades for restoring his planet to membership in the Republic. He’d earned his bloodstripes. He wasn’t the only one.
Not bad for a hoodlum with an attitude problem.
Cole Cantarus sat in his personal fighter. He had one, because he’d been captain of the guard for the Corellian Council before they turned traitor. He’d stripped off the “guard” aspect of the decal, leaving behind symbols of Corellia and his rank: Captain. Then the Republic had requested his assistance – no joke, they had asked him to help out at Ilum. If Cantarus had done so well at Coronet City, why not an ice ball?
His canopy was up, indicating that he was in there. No secret to anybody.
...but he was relishing the time alone. It was the first time he could enjoy the silence, here on this frigid planet. Everything had been loud since the Corellian crisis had started, and it hadn’t died down since he helped blow up the Foundry – some ancient Sithy workshop that Malgus had found.
Most of the credit for the last item went to someone else. And her Wookiee.
Eva Corolastor had earned her first-class Corellian bloodstripes too, twice over: she’d liberated the planet and personally had killed a member of the Dark Council. Sphere of Technology, supposedly.
As if the very thought of her was magic, Cole heard her footfalls in the hangar. She permitted him to hear her; he knew how quiet and stealthy she could be. Cole grabbed the lever on his pilot’s seat and ratcheted it so he was sitting up, rather than lying down (mostly).
“Hey, Captain.”
“Hey, Captain,” she returned, bright and easy. “Did you have the same idea I had?” She unhesitatingly grabbed the bottom of the ladder that led up to his cockpit.
“What’s that?” Cole asked her.
“Leaning back in that pilot’s seat –”
“Uh huh –”
“And fogging up that canopy with someone?” Eva Corolastor popped her head over the edge of the cockpit and flashed him a winning grin.
Cole perched his hands on top of his head and guffawed. “Stars, you aren’t shy.”
“And I’ve managed to avoid frostbite to this point, and I like pressing my luck.” Eva was very used to getting what she wanted, when it came to men.
He tried to smile back, but even that came reluctantly.
…he couldn’t give it to her. Wouldn’t. Shouldn’t.
And now he’d smiled awkwardly for too long. “What, been too long since I did a good deed?” Eva asked.
Now he smiled. “Naww…”
She teased him, “If you don’t think I haven’t heard about your juvie hall record, you really underestimate me.” A pause. “And we did a hell of a thing on the job together… what about off the clock?”
Cole must have shaken his head, slightly, and the lack of words – Eva filled them in herself.
Suddenly, that haunted look he’d seen back on Corellia filled her face. “Right. Damaged goods. Sorry for bothering y--”
And then she disappeared from view, and Cole leaned over the side of his fighter. She’d slid down the ladder in near record time and was already making tracks back out of the hangar, out toward wherever her ship was parked – he knew the name, he just forgot it so she could escape and he wouldn’t have to lie to cover for her.
God. Dammit.
“Eva!”
Cole swung himself down onto the ladder, slid down without hesitation (he’d done it every day for weeks now), and ran after her.
His legs were longer than hers, and he managed to catch up and even beat her to the entryway. “Listen –” He physically planted himself in front of her, bracing his arm against the doorframe.
“I get it, Cantarus.” She looked up at him, just to show him she could do it, and then she looked out into the darkness and the white that was spiral out there.
“It’s not what… you said.” Cole didn’t want to get into everything she must have been going through. He reached out and grasped both of her arms. “Eva, you are incredible. But I know you are at the top of the galaxy and at the absolute bottom of it right now, at the same time.”
Cole had heard about the lynch mob. How Pollaran had slutshamed her, only to have her turn that on its head and have him caught out as a sentient trafficker…and then ---
She was the most powerful criminal in the galaxy, slumming with guys like him.
She was barely 23, and he did know better.
She was wounded, and he wasn’t going to be able to fix it.
Eva peered up at him with those flat eyes that she pulled out when dealing with officers and hoity toity traitors. Somehow, she knew what he was thinking. “I don’t need you to make it feel better. I just need you as a distraction –”
“I don’t think that’s honest. For you or me.”
Eva lifted her chin slightly. “Nobody has to know what happens in a hangar with the security holos pulled.”
“I’d know.”
She stared at him. Eva did, not the flat-eyed creature. He felt good about scaring it off.
“You are such a noble bonehead.”
Cole looked at her in disbelief. “Was that supposed to hurt? No wonder you can’t get rid of Corso Riggs, if that’s all you got.”
He hoped it was enough, just enough –
Then she guffawed and looked more like herself. “Don’t want to get rid of old Corso anyway.”
“And it hasn’t been that way with him?” Cole decided that he wasn’t going to be coward about this, and he was pretty sure he could take a punch from her. She’d probably drop him, but he’d live.
She shook her head, immediately, no hesitation.
Wordlessly, Cole motioned at himself. “Go for a drink? As friends with … minimal benefits.”
Eva raised one of her dark brows.
“You pay.”
@fluffyfebruary
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Fluffy February Day 26: Rain
SWTOR
Time: KotFE, early days
Words: 697
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“Uh… Theron?”
Theron pulled himself out of the mainframe deep dive he’d been doing on the data collected from Asylum. It was well outside of ‘business hours’ for most planets, but Odessen, as the home base of a revolution, didn’t play by rules very much.
That, and its ops manager was a complete workaholic, who was only kept in check by the Captain. Her methods of doing that…
…brought a smile to Theron’s face. He couldn’t think much further on the subject in front of others.
Koth was giving a hard look at the security holos that monitored the exterior of Odessen. “Virtue’s Thief’s pad cam just activated. Motion.”
“It’s supposed to rain,” he replied, turning back to his work.
“It’s her,” Koth insisted.
Theron cast a look up at the ceiling. “She’s been threatening to fly off and give the Thief a test drive – can’t go far in her present condition, but it might settle her ---”
“Doesn’t look like she plans on going anywhere.”
There was a note of …something that made Theron turn to Koth. “And? She goes out to check the ship at night. Sometimes.” Yes, he was defensive of her.
Koth made a face, concerned and distinctly uncomfortable, and he continued to look at the security holos. “She’s wearing her pajamas.” A beat. “She might be having one of her… things.” Koth made a wobbly hand motion, as if to convey ‘off-balance’.
Theron’s temper flared for a split second, but then he recalled Koth had seen her at her absolute worst.
Koth rushed onward. “Listen, last thing we need is her down with pneumonia or a cold or even just some of the enlisted trying to get a peep show through her viewports and end up seeing her… not all there.”
“She’s got a privacy filter up on the ports,” Theron reassured him as he gathered his things to go.
“But Lana doesn’t need to know.” Both men said that in unison, and Theron departed the war room.
Lana carried enough guilt about Eva’s condition, as it was. Each sequela ate at her. She never complained, but Koth and Theron – for different reasons – knew it.
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Please let her be here. Please let her be here.
Theron didn’t know what sort of memories they’d stumble across if she wasn’t. As worried as he was, as she came into view, his footsteps faltered in the moonlight that peered between the clouds. It was the night-time equivalent of a sun shower
Eva was standing there, perfectly still, looking up. Occasionally, the eyes would close in slow, deliberate blinks. Involuntary shivers went through her; it was barely warm during the day, and night was heading toward frost. The moonlight and shadows played across her face. She seemed utterly at peace.
“Eva?”
She looked at him.
The peace did not leave. The eyes were bright and –
Ok, she was here. Right here.
“…you do know it’s raining, right?”
Eva nodded vigorously. Then she returned her gaze upward just as the moon wrestled itself out from behind a cloud, and its light gave her an unearthly glow. “First time since Yavin.”
Theron startled and shook his head. “Eva, it –”
“Spacer,” she interrupted him, her focus not compromised in the least. “It might have rained on Coruscant and a whole bunch of other places, but I haven’t been on planet for a rainstorm since –”
“Yavin.” He said the word softly.
Prior to landing here, on Odesssen, and finally – finally! – falling in together, it had been the last place they’d been together and happy. It was the last place Eva felt rain.
“And now that you’re here…” Eva bandied the idea about, prompting his memory about what they had done, often, in the rain on Yavin.
Well, might as well make it two for two.
~~
Koth kept an eye on the security holo. He saw the brief conversation. He saw Theron step in, and –
Well, if he was kissing her like that, there was some sort of sane explanation.
Koth turned off the security holo and purged the last half hour of footage. Let it never be said Koth Vortena was not a good wingman.
~~
@fluffyfebruary
#swtor fan fiction#theron shan#theron shan x smuggler#oc: eva corolastor#koth vortena#fluffy february
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Fluffy February Day 25: Kiss
SWTOR
Time: KotFE, vaguely
Words: 753
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Good morning kisses were an interesting concept, for Theron.
Master Zho referred to him as his son and hugged him, regularly. Good morning kisses were not part of that dynamic.
When he was a child at Coronet City Military Academy, his caretakers did not give that sort of affection to him. It was not appropriate.
When he lived on Coruscant, on his own, Theron typically didn’t let his partner stay overnight. He had too many contacts that would call at odd hours and too much high-security technology in his apartment… he didn’t want someone stumbling across it or having a high-priority emergency that a civilian should not see.
Theron typically left their place before morning came. He had to get back to his apartment and make sure he did not miss anything. He’d leave a note or order them caf and breakfast that would be delivered to their place whenever they woke up. He wouldn’t be there.
There were exceptions, but good morning kisses were few and far between for him. He didn’t think he was into them anyway. Attachments, and all that.
Life on Odessen was a real change.
Theron learned he was wrong about himself, in a few areas.
Because Theron did sleep over regularly – almost constantly – on Virtue’s Thief. And Eva was running on her own automated chrono. She’d wake up, kiss him (awake or not), set the caf to percolate, then crawl back into bed with him. When he finally did stir awake, she’d beg, borrow, and steal kisses off him at every opportunity.
And he really, really liked that.
Even when he really did just sleep over. Even when sex wasn’t the purpose or motivator or the excuse for spending the night.
The casual affection – freely given, when in private.
The small weight of touches.
Of cups of tea or caf served in silence.
The way their limbs brushed against each other in bed as they settled in for the night.
And then the buss in the morning, drifted over a cheekbone lazily on a slow day…
… or hastily left at the corner of the mouth because someone had overslept and needed to get to the opposite side of the base, a.s.a.p., so they wouldn’t look suspicious, coming from the same direction.
Initially, Theron always tried to wake before dawn and sneak back to his room. That wasn’t about leaving Eva; that was avoiding the rest of the base sorting out they were a couple.
He failed. A lot. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. He was used to less than five hours of sleep a night; the implants made him hyperaware, and if he ate enough calories, he could power through. That’s the way it always had been.
…until he had to leave someone he didn’t want to, in order to get back to work. Until he had to leave someone he didn’t need to, because she understood his job. Always had, more so now that they were working together.
And Eva caught him. A lot. So many years living on starship meant that every noise out of the ordinary on Virute’s Thief was a cause to stir and wake up. That included his feet touching down on the floor and his belt rattling. …and when she did catch him, she was very, very persuasive.
It wasn’t always sex. Sometimes, she just asked him not to leave her.
…then he couldn’t do it.
A convenient fiction was created: the Captain met Theron Shan, operations manager, for caf every morning. Bright and early. It was partially for Theron’s sudden ineptitude at leaving his lover before good morning kisses… but it was also for Eva’s own slowness in the morning. The carbonite and the lingering neuropathy slowed her down.
…but even after that resolved, Theron and Eva maintained the schedule. They didn’t need to. They wanted to.
And Theron, for his part, wanted his fair share of good morning kisses. He apparently was owed a backlog, according to Eva. She had done the math, on some boring day that Theron had put himself on mission. He’d arrived home to Odessen, then snuck aboard her ship only to find elaborate charts with ratios indicating all the things he had missed out on for five years…
And a schedule to rectify the insufficiencies.
On the milder end of her regiment was the good morning kisses quota.
Theron absolutely loved that.
Theron loved Eva. Eva loved Theron. It was mutual. So were the good morning kisses, given and received.
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Fluffy February Day 10: Care
SWTOR
Pairing: Theron Shan X Eva Corolastor
Rating: T (for Tarty at the end)
Word count: 1660. (it got legs and ran off with me; I'll probably re-edit this later to include in a larger part of my fic series)
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After Action Report:
Submitted by EC, Captain of Virtue’s Thief, Supposed Commander of the Alliance, Fugitive of the Sisterhood of the Three Moons, Goddess of Grandolba VI, Grand Poomba of –
Koth struck that last one out, as well the other honorifics she included thereafter, which got more ridiculous as they went; even if they were true, she was just doing that to annoy Lana. (He left the goddess thing, because that was just cool.)
Initial reconnaissance and contact communications unremarkable. The Star Fortress over Belsavis, former Republic secret prison planet, did not have any indications of irregularity prior to Mission 3401, parts A, B, C – contact, supply, then sabotage and destruction of defensive bunker in preparation for infiltration and subsequent destruction of local Star Fortress, as detailed in Mission 3401D.
However, it was soon discovered that the Eternal Empire had retained some of the additional defenses when it came to the planetary bunker. Once the bunker was accessed, all non-Eternal Empire ships in the atmosphere were shot down. Agent Shan and Pilot Vortena as well as their Alliance shuttle were already planetside, awaiting further contact with Captain Corolastor and Shan’s contact on plant, K’Krohl.
During the barrage, one of the spacecraft shot down from orbit crashed onto the bunker itself, while the Captain was still inside.
Koth frowned at the description that ensued. “Eva, this is …sorta boring.”
“The way you tell it, it gets increasingly dramatic, heroic, and superhuman,” she replied to him as she walked up the hallway toward the private room in medbay.
From what Eva had seen through the smoke and a panicking Whiphid flailing his arms next to her, Theron had crouched low and then rose with the debris across his shoulders, before raising it up over his head in in a fit of adrenaline, allowing Eva and K’krohl to escape to a waiting Koth.
Somehow, even with two torn biceps and every ligament, tendon, and muscle in his legs strained or sprained, Theron had made it back to the shuttle under his own power.
He hadn’t made it back off without assistance. Now he thought he was going to be discharged to his own quarters. Fat chance, Eva had told the doctor.
Meanwhile, Koth had already launching into an expansive retelling for the benefit of the nurses and orderlies in the hallway. “And then he just – rawr!” Koth tried to approximate the noise Theron had made.
Theron pretended to be deaf as a stone while he sat in his hospital bed impatiently, waiting for his discharge. He had his datapad in his hands, on his lap (someone had positioned it specially so he could work and …not move anything vital). He pointedly ignored Koth and any of “ooh”s and “ahh”s he generated from his audience.
Theron…had never been a good or willing patient; the scars he chose instead of proper medical aftercare were well-known to her. He wasn’t going to get away with it this time. Especially not after the manner in which he’d gotten injured.
Eva finally caught his eye as she leaned against the doorframe. “Hey.”
“Yoo-oo,” she replied with a wave. “How are you feeling?” she asked, quietly.
Theron’s eyes softened at her inquiry, but Koth cut in. “How do you think he feels, lifting a starship –”
“It was a shuttle. Just the front end,” Theron protested with an eyeroll, but nothing was going to deter Koth from his dramatic retelling to those gathered in the hallway.
The doctor on duty came in and exchanged a look with Eva. “Are you sure he’s going to be that uncooperative?”
“Absolutely. He has a track record.”
That caused Theron’s expression to go from annoyed to more than slightly concerned at what his secret girlfriend had planned.
The doctor checked Theron’s vitals and his present disposition. “Blood pressure is a little high,” she commented.
Theron shrugged. “I’ll take a pill for it. Not like I can switch careers right now.”
“Yeah, we’re sort of locked in at the moment.” The Togruta swiped through Theron’s chart. “All right. No heavy lifting for two weeks, no ambulatory activity without assistance for one week. Kolto helps a lot, and your job… isn’t supposed to be high impact, but let’s not fool ourselves here.” The doctor made eye contact with Theron. “If you can keep your hands off a datapad for three days, that would help.” She pointedly glared at the tablet in his lap.
Theron almost reached up to touch the implants on the left side of his head to port the information up, but Eva had been quick to lay hands on his bandaged upper arm – the very muscles that were being knit back together by kolto as they spoke. “That’s a no go.”
Theron glared furiously at the bandages, but he said nothing other than “I understand,” in a calm tone.
Eva knew he wasn’t mad at the doctor or her. He was angry at his traitorous, painfully mortal body. He usually was, whether these setbacks happened. It’s why he got back to work as soon as possible; he thought it was his own failing when he couldn’t work. That’s what he was planning to do right now.
Not this time.
The doctor handed her datapad over to Eva. “I commend him to your care.”
“What?” Theron asked, immediately.
Eva pocketed the datapad and motioned for Koth’s audience to come in and start patient transport procedures. “Since you evidently can’t be trusted to obey doctor’s orders and not work, you’re gonna recover under my direct supervision on Virtue’s Thief. I’m taking some personal days to make sure my ops manager is back on track.”
He stared at her. “That’s highly inappropriate. I should be discharged to my own quarters –”
“But you suck at following doctor’s orders,” Eva reminded him. “And I’m not letting you add new scars to your collection. So you’re going to be forced to take a break.”
“There will be talk on base, and I don’t want – ”
“Theron, the only thing they’re gonna talk about is you not working for once.”
By that point, Theron’s bed was already hovering out the door toward the docks, rather than to his personal quarters high up in the main building of the base, flanked by multiple medical personnel to make sure he didn’t try to make a break for it anyway. Eva strolled along side, watching as his expression grew increasingly sullen as he realized his standard “recovery” wasn’t happening.
“And where are you going to sleep?” he asked, sharply.
Eva smirked. “I’ve only been captain for nine, ten years now. I slept in crew quarters for the first sixteen. I know which bunk creaks.”
“What if –”
“Theron, this whole thing was Lana’s stupid idea anyway. If she can’t handle it herself for three days, then maybe she shouldn’t have cooked up a galactic revolution to overthrow the Eternal Empire in the first place,” Eva told him gaily.
Everyone around them knew she was wheedling the strait-laced ops manager; it was a consistent part of their banter since he’d shown up on Odessen. The Captain would flirt with that durasteel wall, and he’d keep things on track, much to the amusement of Lord Beniko. He was impervious to her charms….or so they thought.
~~
Eva brought a tray in for supper – stirfry with Kodari rice. She’d served it up for him on Yavin 4, ages ago.
Theron was still grumpy, even as he looked with interest at supper. “I’m an adult. I don’t need a babysitter.”
“You need someone to take care of you, while you’re injured.” Eva placed the tray on the nightstand on Theron’s side of the bed. “And it’s the least I can do for you saving my life –”
“You… you would have found your own way out. I just got impatient.” His eyes dropped down toward his lap. Jedi humility and SIS duty combined to make a neat cover for his feelings.
“Were you just impatient?” Eva asked, teasingly, as she unrolled the flatware from the napkin. She shook it out with a jerk and tucked into the top of Theron’s shirt.
“No,” he said quietly. His hands, resting on his lap twitched. They wanted to reach for her, but could not. Should not. Eva decided to delay dinner.
Carefully, she draped herself in his lap, so that those anxious hands found the way to her with minimal motion, and Theron finally was able to hold her close. She’d held him on the shuttle, head in her lap, the pain obvious on his face, as Koth flew off like a man possessed…but in the rush to medical, he hadn’t been able to touch her. Have evidence she was alive and unharmed.
“I – I didn’t want you to die. I couldn’t stand it.” Theron drew in an uneasy breath, and his hands clutched at her, as her arms carefully hugged him around his neck. “I love you.”
“And the fact that I love you is why you’re here.” Eva drew back just far enough to look him in the eye. “Or is this still too close? Too vulnerable for you?”
There would always be a pause. That’s just how he was. But she always did crack open those defenses, slowly but inevitably, like her old omnitool. Theron shook his head.
She smiled.
“Dinner then?” he asked, hopefully.
With a laugh, Eva hauled herself up and got to the business of feeding Theron his dinner; he couldn’t use his arms to do it himself. “Are you actually going to go sleep in crew quarters?” he asked, halfway through.
Eva paused, fork halfway between them. “If you want me to,” she replied, honestly. “Might make it easier for your to sleep and get comfortable.”
He solemnly nodded, then his expression was all mischief. “You know, not all of my muscles were injured –”
Her laughter cut off the end of his salacious come-on.
Dessert that evening was very creative.
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Fluffy February Day 1: Snow
Fandom: SWTOR
Pairing: None (Gen fic)
Rating: PGish
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“It’s snow.”
Risha leaned around the corner, peering down the hall into the cockpit. The words had been said so breathlessly, she wondered if --
No. It was the cold weather variety, not the fun sort. She wrinkled her nose as she made her way up to the other human members of the crew aboard. “The cold weather better not delay the delivery of that gonk droid.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Eva said dismissively, utterly distracted by the flakes that danced across the front viewport of Virtue’s Thief. She’d just landed at Pallista Spaceport on Alderaan. The proper systems were being shut down, but Eva was on autopilot, enthralled.
Corso, perched on the edge of the co-pilot’s seat, stabbed at a few flakes that fell on the other side of the viewport near him. “You can even see all the angles and crystals on these.”
“Don’t tell me you’ve never seen snow before.” Risha craned her neck down slightly to get a look at the angle of approach.
“I have!” Corso insisted, slightly offended.
Eva was unashamed as she continued to marvel. “I heard rain for the first time when I was three years old. I think I was… five, six? When I first saw snow.”
“You’re a true-born spacer,” Risha commented. Her parents’ ship had been planetside far more often than this hand-to-mouth smuggler family. But there was something about Eva’s open awe and …child-like behavior. Not childish – important distinction.
“On this ship, not far from Bespin.”
That struck Risha in… she didn’t want to say heart, because she still wasn’t completely sure Eva and her dump of a ship weren’t disposable.
She felt something fuzzy twine himself between her ankles, as if sensing the lies in her head. Damn that cat. “Likewise. Outer Rim.” She almost added “the Mandellian Gambit,” but she checked herself; she’d already told that story about Nok to Eva, and the last thing she wanted to do was blow her cover. “We eventually settled on Dantooine. The only action on Dantooine was the change in seasons. But winter stayed far too long, most of the time.”
“Well, Dantooine’s a backwater. Anyone would get bored, even with snow,” Eva noted, eyes still fixed on the outside.
Just then, one of the hatches to the outside of the ship opened up. That snapped Eva out of it, and she spun in her chair to look back down the hallway. Risha could almost hear the gears whirring as Eva passed her by. Hylo unwound himself from Risha and trotted after Eva. She disappeared down the stairs into the cargo hold.
Corso and Risha exchanged a look and followed her.
The frigid air poured into the bay, the gangplank down and the doors open. Eva casually strolled down the walkway. She made bootprints in the thin layer of snow already on the ground and leaned up against one of the Thief’s landing gear.
Hylo put one tiny paw out into the snow, inspected his print, then turned tail and went back up into the warm ship…
Which wasn’t going to be warm for long. Risha shivered. “Ugh, why didn’t he just use the regular exit?”
“Maybe didn’t think of it. He came up through the cargo hold while we were loading up… because he was used to it,” Corso answered uneasily.
Risha almost made a comment about him being a poor merc if the thought of sentient trafficking shook him up but … she bit her tongue instead when her eyes adjusted to the stark white and the dark figure a few yards away from the ship.
Bowdaar stood out in the little snowstorm. He seemed to be shifting his weight back and forth – no. He was…
He was wiggling his toes in the snow for the first time in … stars knew how long. A century? Maybe?
He tilted his head up, letting his mane tumble back from his shoulders. The wind grabbed at the edges of his fur, making them dance.
And then a snowball hit him square in the chest. The Wookiee turned to stare –
“Oh, sithspit, he’s gonna eat her!” Corso grabbed at Risha’s arm, but she shook him off.
Bowdaar stared at Eva, who already had a second snowball in her hand. She tossed it in the air once, as if considering her options, caught it ---
And then Risha was eating cold slush – “You TRAMP!”
Before she could control that impulse or play it off cool, Risha found herself scrambling half-blindly toward the snow, because Eva Corolastor was due for a snow facial.
This indignity would not stand-- !
Risha was dead-set on taking out Eva, but then she heard Corso laughing –
She’d fix that—with two fistfuls of snow shoved right down his shirt—
Corso screeched like a little girl.
And Bowdaar huffed, loudly – and launched a snowball the size of a boulder at Eva, knocking her off her feet. She cackled, the entire way down.
“Captain! The ship’s temperature—” C2-N2 stopped dead in his tracks as he realized he had made a terrible, terrible mistake.
The volley of snowballs sent him shuffling back to the safety of the hallway.
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Fluffy February Day 16: Spontaneous
SWTOR
Time: Sometime during KotFE
Word count: About 1200, but Lana does ultimately have fun.
~~
Lana Beniko cursed the day she had met Theron Shan and Eva Corolastor.
She should have drowned both of them at Manaan. Taken their intel and proceeded apace to stop the Revanite conspiracy –
…and as always, her internal rant stopped there, because Lana remembered how green she was at spy games and all the skills she lacked before she went on the run. She had learned all the things she could live without. She also learned about the things that could and did kill her.
As Theron later indicated, it was always important for a spy to know their weaknesses and know when they could not be compensated for in a mission.
The Empire was expert at limiting free will and spontaneity. The Republic apparently tolerated a certain amount of improvisation, which explained not only Theron’s own high-flying achievements but also a good number of his injuries. Nothing truly needed to be said about the constant state of chaos that existed among smugglers; Eva traveled along the ebbs and flows of business and adventure in the galaxy, fluctuating and ever-changing.
Lana did not tolerate spontaneity well, as it gave her ulcers. Eva was the absolute top source for them. Her rescue and insistence upon saving every wayward Zakuulan en route had depleted the bismuth supply Lana kept with her in her medkit.
Eva’s improv skills prevented Lana from accompanying her to the Star Fortresses. Praise the stars for Bowdaar’s return; the Alliance wouldn’t have gotten its kick-start into active operations without Eva having a partner that wasn’t currently guiding her remotely (Theron), an easily disabled droid (HK-55), incapable of doing stealth (Koth), or cramming antacids down her throat in fistfuls (Lana).
The antacids supply in medbay dwindled when Eva went on walk-about; she’d disappear from the base, only to reappear when she felt like it… or when Lana couldn’t take the absence anymore and sent Theron to retrieve her.
This was also why Lana could never own a cat; the requirement to let it do as it pleased at any given moment was overly indulgent, in Lana’s opinion.
The current cause of Lana’s churning stomach acid was Eva’s impromptu decision to say that, as an exercise in counter espionage, the entire base was required to play The Assassins Game. Everyone had a packet of purple dye, and they were to squirt it on their target, assigned to them by the Master Assassin. Those who survived the first round proceeded to the second, until someone was declared the best assassin on base and was rewarded with their choice of liquor from Virtue’s Thief and a three-day leave pass.
That wasn’t the problem.
No, it wasn’t even that Theron Shan was the Master Assassin who had helped Eva arrange the game and the target assignments.
The problem was that Lana Beniko accompanied the liquor with the winner on their three-day leave pass.
This idea apparently had been born overnight, in the short 7 hours Lana had taken to sleep.
She stormed into the war room only to find those two jokers sitting at the war table. “YOU.”
The pair had the audacity to smile at her. Theron’s expression was more akin to a smirk, while Eva smiled with all of her teeth, a bit feral. “In our defense,” Eva began, “it was the only way to exempt you from the Assassins Game.”
Theron indicated Eva. “She can’t play, because she’s the commander of the base – unlimited access anywhere at any time. I can’t play because … well, first, I’d win, and second, I had to make the assignments; I know who has which target.”
Lana could feel the heat just radiating from her eyes. “And you couldn’t come up for anything for me?”
“We did!” Theron and Eva said in unison.
“I’m the prize,” Lana said with dismay. “Along with a bottle of liquor and a shuttle pass.”
Eva waved a finger back and forth. “No, no. You have the most important job of all, Lana.” She exchanged a knowing look with Theron and gave him the floor.
Theron squared up, datapad in hand. “The winner of the competition… has already been contacted.”
Lana tilted her head to the side, wondering if she hadn’t heard correctly. “What?”
Theron launched into his briefing. “You will be accompanying a young Quarren pilot to his planet of choice, which will be Kamino, an ocean world.”
The planet flickered to life on the war table, with a few finger taps from Eva. “And just to remind you, much like Mon Cal, Quarren are biologically incompatible with humans!”
Lana growled at her as Theron continued, unfazed. “Your mission there is to investigate some … disturbances among the local wildlife…” Theron gestured to Eva.
Eva ran her fingers along the edge of the table, summoning up an image of… a Jedi? “So, around 300 years ago, the planet Ossus got trashed by a supernova, caused by our old buddy from Yavin 4, Exar Kun. On the way out, a Jedi master from the Swimmer race called ‘Qalsneek the Bull’ smuggled artifacts off Ossus before the whole place was irradiated. He supposedly hid the loot on Kamino.”
The light went on in Lana’s head. Aha!
Eva cocked an eyebrow at Lana. “I have my suspicions about how ‘Jedi’ this guy was, with a name like that and a bolthole on Kamino readily available to store this stuff.”
Lana nodded. “The entire Exar Kun affair… was highly disruptive to the Jedi Order and the galaxy at large. The histories may not be complete…” She stared at the planet then turned to Theron. “What’s caused the artifacts to activate and cause the disruption, thus attracting our attention?”
Theron gave her a smile, appreciating how she’d knit everything together promptly. “That’s what we need you to find out. And if it’s safe, retrieving the artifacts would be helpful for our little enclave …though we might be able to use them strategically to generate goodwill with the Jedi Order at a later date.”
“Oooor the Sith Order – whoever is the highest bidder in terms of credits or war materiel,” Eva piped up.
Theron gave her a look. “We’ll talk about that later.”
Eva hopped off the edge of the war table. “You’re the only one of us that’s Force Sensitive among us, so you’ve got to go…plus you’re the least believable to have cooked up the Assassins Game –”
“I’ll remind you I made you a cannibal on Rishi,” Lana retorted.
She could be spontaneous! …if she planned it well enough…
“So you’ll take your hot date and your nice booze in stride and … put up a good show for the base, one way or another?” Eva dangled out there.
Lana sighed and blew a puff of hair up at her bangs. “I will be appropriately devastated by my doomed romance with a biologically incompatible Quarren. But I will enjoy the liquor.”
“Thanks, Lana,” Theron said, already burying himself in the next round of Assassin assignments.
“Can’t do it without you!” Eva added. “So, wanna go up to the observation deck and watch our idiots chase each other all over Odessen and squirt each other with grape juice?”
“Absolutely!”
~
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New Chapter: Safe Harbor
New Rating: E for Explicit
Quick Quote:
“I was right. I wouldn’t have been functional on Yavin if we were sleeping together.”
Eva was amused to find that each night they’d been together (all two of them, now three) he had shaved in the evenings for her, letting himself look a bit rough during the day. Eva felt a grin cross her face. “You saying I’m distracting you from your work? Am I an obstacle to efficiency?” He hummed in response. “Maybe you should put this off until—”
Now Theron was fierce, spinning her and pressing his mouth to hers, demanding. “I made that mistake already. I don’t repeat errors.” When they eventually came up for air, he managed to say, “Therapist said I needed to work on my work-life balance.”
“Banging your boss is probably not what they meant,” she retorted breathlessly, before pulling him back in.
After another breath, he responded, “The statement was left open for interpretation.”
~~
And that's about the only part of the chapter that is safe for work.
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Fluffy February Day 22: Sacrifice
A/N: Ok, so Day 21 and Day 23 will be tomorrow, and I'll be caught up.
SWTOR
Time: Between 7.2 and 7.3 (29 ATC)
Pairing: Theron Shan/Eva Corolastor
CW: Eva is a pregnant person in this fic. There is talk of the imminent arrival of Argento Shan (alias, "yet-to-be-named baby boy.") All is well, and Dr. Oggurobb's journal article is progressing nicely.
~~
“Are you sure?”
Theron looked over at Eva. “Yes. It was meant to be used, after all.” He looked down at the item in his hand. “I just don’t know why it was kept. I mean, I wasn’t supposed to have children anyway, as a Jedi.”
“Well, Jedi do the sentimental value thing, once in awhile, right?” Eva offered. “For little things that won’t affect the fate of the galaxy, of course.”
Theron let out a small, short laugh. “Well, the person it should have had sentimental value for left it behind, when the Jedi at Haashimut went to the caves…” Theron’s voice trailed off as he considered the fabric in his hands with a critical eye.
Eva held her breath.
Theron had happy memories of his childhood…as long as he didn’t think of the end.
He was thinking about the end.
And abruptly he wasn’t. “Time to put it to the test. Pass me that flour.”
Eva exhaled and raised an eyebrow as Theron started rigging up the baby wrap – his baby wrap.
The one Master Zho had used to carry Theron around the galaxy when he was an infant, then a toddler.
It… it was one of those things he kept in his former quarters, now his office… things he didn’t bring onto Virtue’s Thief to “clutter” their life together. Sort of like his old SIS dress uniform – only broken out when necessary.
Eva hadn’t even known the wrap even existed until about fifteen minutes ago, right after the latest development scans with Dr. O had gone well; the good doctor was utterly thrilled about the progress of his journal article on the matter.
Eva slid the five-pound bag across the counter to him. “Dr. O said that’s just what the kid weighs now. He’s probably going to be a few pounds heavier.” At the movement, Eva felt the yet-to-be-named baby boy roll over. Quarters were getting tight in these last six weeks.
Theron finished arranging the yards of fabric, probably according to a cross-comparison of at least fifteen different schematics he’d looked up on the Holonet.
“Well, we’ll find out whether this can even handle five pounds, let alone a bay---”
RIIIIIIIIIIIP
A massive POOF rose up from the floor, coating Theron, Eva, and the galley with a mist of flour.
“--bee.” Theron looked down at the floor, a large swath of torn fabric pinned under the weight of the bag. His expression was unreadable.
“…well, it was a lot to expect for a forty-something year-old baby sling.” Eva wiped the flour off her face.
Still nothing from Theron.
And then… “…and isn’t it a good thing we tested it before we put a real baby in there?” A small smile was working its way onto Theron’s face, but the eyes were already sparking in good humor.
A giggle escaped Eva. “A worthy sacrifice to the child safety gods?” she ventured.
Theron nodded. “It did its job in keeping me safe. New baby, new sling.”
All tension in the galley escaped… especially when Theron ran a hand back through his hair, but none of the flour budged: his pomade acted as adhesive. “Sneak preview of ten years from now,” he joked, pointing at his now whiter hair.
“More like five, at the rate you’re going!”
~~
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Fluffy February Day 18: Pain
SWTOR
Rating: E for Explicit -- it's kinky and a bit graphic
CW: biting, lovebites, and a little bit of blood; oral sex, male receiving
Time: Anytime after 25 ATC
Words: 1215, with all warned content under the cut
Note: I still don't know how to feel about this one. Heed the warnings; it's different from my usual fare.
~~
Her breath caught as he finished describing what he wanted. “Are…. Are you sure?” Eva finally managed to stutter out.
Theron hadn’t asked for …anything like this before. He wasn’t… into this sort of thing. Hell, she’d had to convince him it was fine and acceptable and even preferred when he wanted something in the bedroom.
Now he had laid out a rather detailed plan for the evening.
Her face must have given away the concern behind her questions; Theron reached for the tumbler of whiskey she’d found him with and finished it off in a single, long sip. That wasn’t his first one of the night, she guessed. “Yeah.” He stared at the empty glass for more than a few moments before putting it back on the table. “…I…” His lips pulled downward as he struggled – still struggled – to be fully open with her.
They’d been together for years now, and there was always one more door to unlock with him.
But Eva was the one who could hack through his defenses and pry him open.
The olive-gold eyes gleamed up at her in the dimness. “I don’t – I don’t want to think of SIS anymore. Of my old life. Before you. How I was.” The frown deepened momentarily before he reached for her hand, just to hold it. He stared at her bare, pale skin, just visible in the scant light, before following her arm up to her face. Then Theron’s face was open, vulnerable, and eager. “When I ache, I only want to think of you.”
Her heart fluttered slightly as she squeezed his hand. “To bed, then?”
~~~~~
So careful. So very careful.
Enough to bruise, he’d instructed.
The moonlight on Odessen came down through the viewports of her bedroom in narrow beams. They danced in and out of the clouds that night, occasionally revealing her handiwork on his bare skin. The light sometimes caught her nude form, teasing him.
They had started with his back. Then he had laid open to her on their bed, hiding nothing from her and her mouth. He’d propped himself up with a few spare pillows to watch her.
The tension built with each slide, each taste, each moment he would gasp just a little louder, every time his pulse jumped under the press of her body. He grew harder, thicker as the shadows played.
She’d checked in a few times when she heard him hiss air through his teeth. He’d waved her off, told her to keep going.
Other times, he’d moaned and told her ‘yes.’
She was aroused by how he was splayed, showing all of his tender spots to her and trusting her not to hurt him. For once, he was passive, letting her touch what she wanted, when she wanted – but only on the way to delivering what he had asked for.
The inside of his knee, then his thigh. He cried out, a combination of pain and desire. An unexpected bolt of arousal caused her to impulsively do it again --- a great gasp---
“Oh, God, I – ”
“It’s fine—”
“--- I think I broke the skin –”
“Don’t care – finish it.” Theron’s large calloused hand out to cradle Eva’s face, his eyes becoming molten gold as he commanded? Begged?
The lines of power had been smudged and smeared, just like the blood that dripped from his thigh to the bed, the sheets shifting over it.
He pulled her up to his mouth, the kiss disrupted by his hitching breath as she brushed by so many painful spots. He was still so powerful, and she thought she would drown in him before he pulled himself back. Heavy breathing, sweat forming from the intensity. “Finish me off.”
Blindly, she went by touch and long-shared intimacy. She tasted his salt, his brief bitterness, and then the head of his thick cock was in her mouth. The hand on his shaft gently twisted, and he growled. Out of the periphery of her vision, she could sense he had grabbed at the headboard, fighting the impulse to grip the back of her head.
That was for other nights, not this one.
Her tongue teased at his tip as she pumped him, and then her other hand snaked between his legs to press against the sensitive skin. He cursed and let out a long raunchy moan as her mouth slid down and up with her hand.
As his abdomen tensed and jumped with each stroke and slide, she felt him grow as hard as beskar. He was never shy about his pleasure, but now every breath was a gasped word of praise, her name, a groan. He was at her mercy ---
And she was a merciful goddess, as he keened her name one last time. He came in her mouth with a great burst and a shout: “Oh, love!” She felt his body almost vibrate against hers as he was carried away by the wave of pleasure.
Eva went still as his release pumped into her mouth, the rest of him sinking back into the bed. Theron panted, and when she looked up at him, his eyes were unfocused, dazed. He trembled slightly as she slid him back out of her mouth, then he reached for her.
**
Eva woke in darkness. Her hand swept across the sheets and found empty space, though she could still feel his warmth. She opened her eyes and realized he was still in their room. He had turned on the small lamp on her desk, bathing a small section of the room in gentle light.
Theron had the body of a defaced god. One could see the art in his form, how carefully honed it was and how beautiful it was by its nature. He was muscle. He was power. But time and enemies had worn on him, chipping away at his physical perfection. A slash here. A gouge there. Divots. Physical graffiti had been cruelly applied to Theron. Eva had always seen his scars; she wouldn’t recognize him without them.
Now he inspected her handiwork in the mirror. Over every single one of his scars – even the one from swoop racing on his wrist – was a love bite, a bruise that had already purpled. There were some parts of him that she couldn’t see the natural color of his flesh, and that made her heart twist. Eva managed to say from their bed, “You must be so sore.”
Theron hummed softly in response, twisted his back toward the mirror, and craned his head over his shoulder to see how thorough she had been. “I much rather think of tonight than whenever I got these.” His hand skimmed down over his pectoral muscle and then just below it and down his ribcage, feeling the entry wound as he stared at the exit wound behind him, both obscured by bruises.
She could not argue with that. “Come back to bed?”
Theron tore his eyes away from the mirror to focus on her. “Not to sleep.”
Then his warm, strong body overwhelmed her, and she was lost to the night.
~~
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