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Pabu had been quiet and safe before the former sith assassin Asajj Ventress landed. Crosshair was leary of anyone who’d worked for Dooku and supposedly “changed”. He supposed he didn’t have much room to judge, but at least he hadn’t murdered clones. The toothpick rolled back and forth in his mouth.
Crosshair sat on a cliff staring blankly out at the dark sea. Like most nights, he’d been unable to sleep, consumed with thought. Ventress was right, Omega needed more than just The Batch, but he couldn’t trust anyone to keep her safe. Ventress had kicked his ass though, and he admired that, it was difficult to best him. He had convinced Hunter to let Omega go with Ventress in the morning, knowing he could easily keep an eye on the pair.
Pale light peaked over the horizon, signaling that morning was closer than he’d thought. Crosshair stood and flicked his toothpick over the cliff, he’d need to return to the house and get ready for the day.
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The boating trip had turned into a disaster, a giant sea creature nearly eating Omega and Ventress. Crosshair was fascinated to see how Ventress was able to connect with the creature and convince it to stop its attack. He wondered if Omega’s connection with Batcher had something to do with the Force.
He lowered the ramp to collect them, glad to see that neither seemed injured. He held out a hand for Omega and then for Ventress. Crosshair was certain she didn’t need it, but he was somewhat of a gentleman. Their hands touched only briefly and it surprised him that he liked it. She was attractive. He mentally shook the thought off; no time to think of that.
Inside the Marauder, tensions were high.
“Did you even think about how much danger you were putting her in pulling a stunt like that?” Hunter’s rage overtook him.
“Did you ever stop to think that I didn’t intend for a giant sea creature to nearly eat us?” She retorted.
“This is exactly why I didn’t want her going out with separatist scum like you!” He was fired up, and getting closer to her, obviously intending to have a repeat of the day before.
Omega glanced at Crosshair, desperate for someone other than herself to intervene.
“Hunter,” Crosshair said at a normal volume.
“You keep talking about her safety, but you could have gotten her killed!” Hunter wasn’t letting this go.
“Hunter, enough!” Crosshair raised his voice.
Hunter rounded on Crosshair, nostrils flaring and his chest heaving.
“And what do you have to say?” Hunter asked.
“The situation was not ideal, but we’ve knowingly drug Omega into worse situations. Ventress was able to protect her, arguably better than we were.”
“Let’s just get back to land,” Hunter huffed and returned to the cockpit, shutting the door.
The trio stood there awkwardly, unsure what to do next. Thankfully the trip back to Pabu was short and they wouldn’t be stuck here for long.
“I’ll sure be glad to get a shower when we get back,” Omega said, trying to lighten the mood.
“Ventress, you can use one of the showers in the house we stay in. It’s a water shower, better than the sonic shower on your ship!”
“How do you know my ship has a sonic shower, child?”
“Ah, well, Tech, he taught me about a lot of ships,” Omega sounded sad.
Ventress glanced at Crosshair, who shook his head slightly, indicating that now wasn’t a good time to talk about this.
“That’s impressive, do you learn information easily?” Ventress asked.
“Yes!” Omega seemed slightly happier. Crosshair could tell that she liked the positive attention from Ventress.
The ship touched down and Crosshair quickly ushered Omega and Ventress off the ship. The two walked towards the house, talking. Crosshair had kept his distance from them, until he heard Hunter coming down the ramp. He increased his pace, knowing Hunter’s short legs wouldn’t catch him without running. Crosshair just wanted to get back to his room and have his own shower without dealing with more of Hunter’s attitude.
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Crosshair grabbed his towel and headed for the ‘fresher. He rounded a corner and was met by Ventress, who was wearing nothing but a towel. Three ‘freshers in this house and he just had to pick the one she had used. He tried to avert his eyes, but he’d already seen the way the towel barely covered her.
“Crosshair.”
“Ventress.”
“See something you like?” She asked, a sly grin on her face.
“Not hardly,” he answered, keeping up his stoic facade.
She smirked, then turned to leave, giving Crosshair a view of the bottom of her cheeks peeking out from the too small towel.
He quietly rushed into the ‘fresher, terrified she would catch him watching. Though, he was certain she wanted him to watch. He turned the water to hot and waited for it to warm. The fact that she’d tried to kill him the day before confused his feelings. But, he did find that attractive too. Any woman who could fight him hand to hand with such skill intrigued him.
Steam started to fill the shower stall, so he entered, reveling in the way the hot water felt. To his surprise, a scent rose with the steam. The scent wasn’t overly strong, lightly feminine, with a spicy undertone. It must have been the soap she had used, still lingering. The thought of smelling that scent while kissing her neck from ear to collarbone, over her breasts and down her abdomen…
He was getting hard.
“Kriffing hell, this can’t be happening.”
No, not getting hard, that had never been an issue for him, but rather, being attracted to a former sith, separatist, war criminal.
He leaned his arm and head against the shower wall and stroked his now fully hard cock with his free hand.
Maker, it had been a long time. He drew his breath at the feeling of his hand gently playing with the head, precum leaking out. He thought how her hands would feel stroking him instead.
He was interrupted by a banging at the door.
“Hurry up Cross, I gotta go!” Wrecker exclaimed.
Crosshair huffed.
“There’s two more ‘freshers, Wrecker.”
“They’re occupied! You never take a long shower!”
“Just a minute.”
Crosshair sighed, turning the water off. He was trying hard to give his cock a mental pep talk to go soft, but it only worked about half way. Luckily for him, he only needed to cover his lower half, so there was plenty of towel to conceal his problem.
He opened the door and Wrecker nearly fell in.
“All yours,” Crosshair said, waving Wrecker in.
He decided he would take dinner in his room in the hope that Hunter would cool off by morning.
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Crosshair laid in his bed staring at the ceiling. His food sat cold and untouched on his table. It had to be late by now. It seemed a waste of food, but his mind had been otherwise occupied.
The door buzzer activated, startling him.
“Go away, Hunter.”
“I’m not Hunter,” Ventress said quietly.
He opened the door.
“Can I help you?” He asked.
She pushed past, not waiting for an offer to enter.
She was wearing a tank top and shorts, once again, not covering much. He could see her nipples showing through her top.
“Can I help you?” He asked again, more sarcasm in his voice.
She pushed him against the wall, pulled his head to her, and kissed him deeply.
He put his hand behind her head, pulling her tighter to him. Her hair was short but soft between his fingers. Crosshair kissed along her jaw, to her ear, and down her neck to her collarbone. Maker, she smelled so nice, just as he had expected. She had leaned her head back, pushing her soft breasts into his chest. He released his hand behind her head, moving both to the hem of her tank top and lifting it off. Her nipples were a dark gray against her pale skin. He decided to continue kissing from collarbone to breast, as he had fantasized. As he got lower, he could feel her shiver, anticipating the pleasure.
Crosshair cupped a breast in his hand, licking her nipple gently with his tongue. It quickly stood erect for him. She moaned as he took the whole nipple in his mouth, sucking, nipping, licking more. Her hand caressed the back of his head, urging him to keep going.
The tightness in his blacks was becoming unbearable, prompting him to stop and fix the issue. Ventress knew what he needed, grabbing his blacks and pulling them off as he stood.
“Hard already?” She mused, knowing no man would have been soft at this point.
She dropped to her knees and took his cock in his mouth. He nearly stumbled back against the wall at the feeling, but was able to maintain his composure. Ventress was masterful with her mouth, working her tongue around him in ways he’d never thought possible. Her nails dug into his ass, forcing him to stay close to her while she worked. Crosshair knew he wouldn’t last long like this.
He needed to be inside her. He grabbed the hair at the back of her head, gently pulling her from his cock. She looked so pretty looking up at him with drool at the corner of her mouth. Ventress stood and Crosshair picked her up and pushed her against the wall. Her thighs were wrapped tight around his waist. Once she was safely pinned against the wall, she relaxed her legs enough to let him guide his cock into her. Her pussy was the same darker gray as her nipples. He teased her opening and clit with the tip before pushing into her.
“Ahhh, fuck, you’re so thick,” she whimpered.
Crosshair imagined that a woman such as Ventress rarely whimpered. This fueled his lust and he thrusted hard into her audibly banging her against the wall. It did cross his mind that it was the wall facing the hall and that Wrecker might hear, but he didn’t care.
Ventress’s nails were now digging into the back of his head. It only encouraged him more, and he pulled her all the way onto him, moving deep within her. Her legs and pussy were so tight around him that he could hardly move.
Crosshair was surprised when she bit into his shoulder, muffling her scream as she came. His thrusts slowed as she tightened around him. He fought back the urge to cum.
He took her to the bed, laid her down, flipping her onto all fours. Crosshair lifted her hips, knelt down, tongue licking her wet pussy. Crosshair dug his fingers into her hips, pulling him back to his mouth. She bucked forward, clit and pussy still sensitive from her climax.
“I’m not finished with you,” he growled.
Asajj was dripping wet from her own cum, and he enjoyed every bit of it. She had neutral taste, with earthy undertones. He could tell she was doing her best to not squirm. He wrapped an arm under her hips and used his free hand to reach her breast, gently pinching the nipple. She pushed her hips hard onto his face, pushing his tongue deep. Ventress slid a hand back, rubbing her clit. It wasn’t long before Crosshair could feel her belly tensing and a wave of orgasms.
When the wave had subsided, he stood, and slid his cock into her wet pussy. She was gripping the sheets hard, moaning between each ragged breath. A few more strong thrusts brought him to his own climax.
“Mmmm, fuck,” he said through gritted teeth.
His cum leaked out of her pussy every time he thrusted in. It was quite the sight. Crosshair pulled out, watching the mix of their cum drip out. He grabbed a towel and cleaned her.
She got up, dressing quietly while he watched. Ventress kissed him and left, heading back to the ‘fresher.
Crosshair stood in shock that this had just happened, but he was pleased. He’d get his shower once she was finished, and then it was time for a cigarette.
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Crosshair once again found himself sitting on the cliff’s edge, staring out at the dark, cigarette tip glowing gently. He could hear her footsteps approaching behind him. Ventress sat down next to him and he handed her an already lit cigarette, which she accepted.
Another night had passed and sunrise had come without him sleeping, but this time he didn’t care.