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[Connor Vance]

Connor made a mental note that Nash was down to run hands. It was good to have friends like that in their world. Maybe he could show her some stuff if that was the case.

It took Connor a little bit to realize that his body had turned to face Nash. He’d never tell her but he was having fun just talking to Nash. When her eyes narrowed and she told him her headtails didn’t say shit, Connor almost missed the twitch at their tips. His eyebrow arched and he looked into her brilliant blue eyes.

“Really?” He asked, his ears perked and completely attentive.

Connor wasn’t really sure what to expect from Nash with his question. Most chicks would have backed out. Some would have pounced without hesitation. But Nash didn’t do either of those things, instead she spat the filthiest line Connor had ever heard. His eyes widened in momentary shock and then something happened that hadn’t in years.

Nash got Connor to laugh.

“Gods that was dirty Thumps!” Connor called after she’d quickly excused herself to make more food.

Connor would instinctively pause their movie while she was gone. He didn’t initially follow her, instead he took some time to catch his breath. After a few seconds Connor would walk to the entrance to the kitchen and lean his shoulder against the frame.

“To give you a serious answer. Yeah, I fuck.” He told her. “Usually it’s only with people I like though.” He stated. “Same with most, I’m sure.”

He’d stand there for a while longer. He didn’t let his eyes wander, he didn’t objectify her. Instead, Connor just talked, chatted, and genuinely enjoyed himself.

“I have a question Thumps, what’re you using these credits for?”

@Sreeya

 

[Nash]

Nash couldn’t help but look over when the guy actually laughed. She didn’t think it was possible, but there it was - a light and breezy noise that gave her pause. Sephi were strange, but a part of her liked the challenge. She didn’t stop what she was doing, going through the cabinets and coming across one labeled ‘herbs for Azar’. Nash shook her head. This Dalon guy was obsessed.

She was in the middle of grabbing some jerky for snacks before remembering Gears ate mostly veggies. Weirdo. Nash added a few carrots and called it a day when he walked over and leaned against the doorframe. She almost wished he didn’t remember the entire conversation from before, but of course he opened up with that. Nash managed a smirk.

“You like me or you hate me,” She said with a shrug. She knew she was a force of nature, “Very little in between.”

Nash set the snacks down, actually helping herself to a carrot. His question caught her off guard, but it at least prevented her from saying anything else stupid, “Some of it’s to send back to my mom, but otherwise…I’m saving up to see a Huttball tournament game,” Nash said, thinking back to her jar of funds she started. The tournament was only a few months away and she was making almost no progress, “It’s a dream of mine to see a tourney game or to even try winning the lottery to be a player.”

She knew it wasn’t some big, noble cause, but did that matter? Nash had simple desires and goals. She eyed him for a moment before speaking again, “So what covers are we using for this job? I gotta practice walking around in heels…”

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[Connor Vance]

Connor’s ears twitched in reply to Nash’s statement. Like her or hate her, nothing in between, eh? He quirked an eyebrow at her and simply shrugged as she passed by.

“You seem chill to me.” He replied as she passed him by.

When she plopped down on the couch, she’d find that Connor wasn’t far behind. He snagged up a carrot of his own and bit into it with a crunch. While he idly munched away, he listened to Nash’s dreams. His ears were perked and he was interested in what she had to say.

“Fighter turned Huttball Champ.” Connor replied. “Solid dream Thumps.”

He didn’t comment on the money back to family. It was a private affair after all but Connor understood it well enough. A chunk of his profits would be doing something similar. But Connor didn’t dwell on it long, Nash started asking questions about their job.

“Easy, I’m Dalon.” He said tapping his chest with his fingertips. “You’ll be my close friend” He continued. “We’re here celebrating your birthday. Easy enough to remember.”

Connor had heard of people using covers like, we’re married and he just didn’t get why. There were so many issues that could arise from that cover. Plus it was weird and Connor wasn’t about to be a weirdo.

“I got us separate rooms, we’re next door to one another with a walk between.” Connor told her. “If shit gets hairy, we can cover each other that way.” He explained. “What kind of dress are you wearing? I have to order a tie, figured I could try and match it or something.” He continued. “…not for cute reasons! Make it easier to find each other if we get split up or something!” Connor quickly added, feeling the tips of his ears flush with heat.

@Sreeya

 

[Nash]

Nash had to laugh at him opting to be Dalon, “You’ll have to dial down the IQ quite a bit,” She said with a grin. She crossed her arms over her chest while chewing on a carrot as he specified that they had separate rooms. By the time he got to the outfits, Nash was actually chuckling, “What’s wrong with cute reasons?” She asked with a teasing grin. He was fun in an almost shy way. She was a bit more discreet with her nervousness, but he had clearly been around enough creepos to go on the clear opposite safe direction.

“All right, how about you pick? I brought three,” Nash said cheerfully, “Hold on, we gotta do this right. Sit over there,” She snapped her fingers and pointed him to a nearby chair. She temporarily dimmed the lights except for one or two that made it look like a spotlight. For a moment she disappeared in her quarters.

“Aaaaaand first up we have dress number one!” Nash’s voice echoed from behind the door, slightly deeper than her usual voice as she cupped her hand to amplify, “This one’s alllll class, baby, though that slit makes for a refined yet spicy finish!”

Music began to play as Nash strutted out in dress number 1. The dress hugged her figure perfectly, the slit revealing a single, toned leg. She walked towards Gears as if on a catwalk, giving him a model scowl, pausing at different poses before she spun around and strutted away and disappeared.

“Dress number two is all about that ass with a hint of sass!” She announced, “Little black dress gotta be every girl’s best friend and always a safe bet,” Nash said before she walked out in dress number two with a hand on her hip. She did a few more spins and poses before confidently strutting back into the room. This one contrasted with her skin and really did do magic for her already impressive bottom.

“Dress number three is where we’re ho’ing it up, people, ain’t no shame in that. This one does wonders for the bosom and is sure to be a hit for several reasons!” With that, Nash walked out in option number three, the white contrasting perfectly with her crimson skin and hugging her ample cleavage. Her expression remained the same, neutral and professional model as she did her catwalk strut.

Afterwards she walked back and changed into her regular clothing. Nash walked out and grinned at him, “So, which one are you matching with? For…not cute reasons,” She said with a wink.

@Apollyon

 

[Connor Vance]

Connor’s ears flitted in response to Nash’s laugh. His lips lightly tugged into a small smirk at the sound. A smirk that broke a little wider when she commented on him having to tone his IQ down to be Dalon. Nash was beyond a vibe and Connor found himself relaxing the more time they spent together.

However, when Nash asked him what was wrong with cute reasons, Connor felt his ears turn scarlet red. Why was he reacting this way? He’d been around, he’d picked up baddies. Why did Nash make him feel nervous and flustered? He cleared his throat and rubbed at each of this ears with the cool metal of his cybernetic hand.

“I just didn’t want you to think I was some weirdo.” He replied.

Did he actually just admit that? Fuck.

When Nash told him that he’d pick, Connor felt relieved. Even when she pointed for him to sit in the across from the room she was sleeping in, he didn’t catch onto what she was about to do. That was until the lights dimmed and he suddenly realized she wasn’t just going to show him the dresses, she was going to show him the dresses. Connor felt the flush in his ears spread to his cheeks. He needed a fucking drink.

Connor slowed his breathing and decided to just lean into it. After all, who would ever know that he’d hyped her up? No one that’s who. So when Nash started the music and made her first announcement Connor began to clap and cheer. When she popped out from around the door Connor whistled and hit her with a “Daaaaamn!” All while a small smirk sat on his face. He clapped and cheered when she struck a pose and made sure to absolutely gas her up.

When she disappeared to go change, Connor darted to the kitchen to try and find something to drink. He eventually found a bottle of something dark that smelled strong, it’d do. He leapt over the back of the couch and slid back in his chair as Nash finished her next announcement and came around the door in a stunning black dress.

Connor blinked in surprise. She was beyond hot. For the first time, Connor found his eyes wandering down her figure without him realizing it.

“Holy shit Thumps…” He muttered, his voice drowned out by the music.

He cracked the bottle and took a sip when she made it back into the room. Connor used the time to try and ease his breathing. Something that failed at her last announcement. When she stepped out there’d be no cheering. Connor was dead silent, he leaned forward in his chair and was drinking in that dress on her. It accented every curve and contrasted her skin perfectly. His mouth fell slightly agape when she passed beneath the first improvised spotlight. When she started to head back, Connor hated to see her go but loved watching her walk away.

Eventually, the lights came back up and Thumps came out from her room. She was giddy and all smiles. Connor was still blown away. He blinked several times before he looked up at her.

“I’d ask you for another show but I’m not sure my brain could handle it.” He teased in reply. “Wear the second dress when we get there for check in and for our first night. The third for the heist.” He replied. “You looked fucking hot in all of them though Thumps.”

With that Connor would offer her the bottle and pull out his phone to alter his order. He’d ensure it not only matched her dress but complemented it. It was the least he could do.

“I guess I’ll have to live up to your standard of arm candy too.” He teased as he slid his phone back in his pocket.

“You wanna finish the movie?” He asked. “We have booze, carrots, and bagel bites.” He pointed out. “Plus, I gotta see how well you have the final fight memorized.”

@Sreeya

 

[Nash]

Nash was beaming at Gears’ reaction. Truth be told, ever since she stopped pretending to be a guy and embraced her femininity, she loved compliments. She loved the way his gaze finally dropped below eye level only after she purposely created the scenario that invited it. Because she wanted him to look. She wanted to see those ears twitch, wanted to see them turn a faint shade of pink, wanted to see subtle displays of emotion on that face carved from stone. It made her feel especially beautiful because she knew he wasn't a thirsty loser.

When he said he would have to live up to being arm candy, Nash only gave a half smile, “I don’t think you’ll have to try very hard, prettyboy,” She said simply. She poured herself a glass of the drink, took a sip and started coughing immediately, ruining the flirty smile she had on. Nash grimaced at the glass, “What the fuck are you drinking? This tastes like jet fuel,” She said, staring at Gears for a moment before she walked past him and picked out a few cans of beer. That seemed more her pace.

Nash agreed to finishing up the movie, though he would notice she sat decidedly closer to him on the couch this time. Her feet were propped up against the edge of the table, her lekku almost brushing his shoulder as she focused on the movie.

“I don’t think you’re some weirdo, you know,” Nash said, recalling the offhand comment he made earlier, “In fact, I think you’re far more interesting than this movie,” She said with a vague, nonchalant shrug, still not looking at him. Instead, she popped another carrot into her mouth.

@Apollyon

 

[Connor Vance]

Connor noticed the smile that stretched ear to ear on Nash. Those teeth that were filed to points likely would have been intimidating in any other situation. But now? They only added to her.

Connor’s eyes met Nash’s own blue ones. The faint pink on his cheeks only deepened at her return compliment. This time there was no darkened room to hide the flush. When she plucked the bottle from his hand, Connor only half realized that she was about to take a swig.

He hasn’t expected her to almost gag at the swill he was drinking. To be honest, he hadn’t noticed the taste, he had grabbed whatever to simply calm his nerves. Once she handed it back, he sniffed the open bottle. His ears dropped immediately and he jerked the bottle away from his face.

“What the fuck is this?” Connor asked. “I just grabbed the first thing I saw.” He explained. “Toss me one of those beers, would you Thumps?” He asked as he screwed the lid on whatever that was.

Connor immediately noticed their proximity as they settled back in on the couch. He glanced down at Thumps when she started speaking while looking at the screen. She found him more interesting than the movie? At first Connor didn’t reply. But his pulse quickened.

Do something you fucking idiot.

Connor’s arms suddenly stretched upwards as he fake yawned, then they came down in a semi-circle, with his organic arm ending up draped across Nash’s shoulder. His ears were burning in the half second that followed that smooth move.

“That was lame wasn’t it?” He whispered. Connor would take a swig from his beer before speaking again. “You know, I was just thinking the same thing.” He told her before tugging her in closer to him. “We could just ditch the movie. Figure out something else to do.” His voice had a little waver in it at the suggestion.

Connor was suggesting something. What that actually was, he wasn’t really sure. He just knew he wanted to spend more time with her and not just watching some movie.

@Sreeya

 

[Nash]

Nash wasn’t entirely sure what to expect after she threw out that line. For once, she held fast on spitting lines. She wouldn’t walk it back and she wouldn’t run away either. Nash kept her gaze fixed on the Holo, taking another sip of the beer as Gears stewed in silence. He could have been staring at her in disgust and she wouldn’t know. The moment grew longer and she half expected him to get up and leave or tell her she was being the weirdo.

However, what he did next actually took her entirely by surprise. Nash looked over when he did the obviously fake yawn and scooted close just like that cliche move you saw in movies. It was so silly that the twi’lek was about to call him out on it.

Until he called himself out.

Nash actually burst out laughing, “Totally lame,” She said in between laughter, now much closer. However, her laugh faded into a smile, her gaze lingering on his. If being cheesy and calling himself out was his play, it was smooth as fuck and it snagged her hook, line, sinker.

She pondered his suggestion about ditching the movie and grinned, “I think that’s a great idea, Gears,” She declared before she casually shifted to swing a leg over to perch herself into his lap while facing him, “Why don’t I start by improving the view?” Nash asked with a playful smile, her elevated position allowing her to block the Holonet behind her.

@Apollyon

 

[Connor Vance]

Connor’s heartbeat was thunder during the few moments Thumps pondered his suggestion. Had he fucked up? Had he misread the situation? There was no way right? After all she’d laughed when he had called himself out. Still doubt plagued him. He was about to walk back on his offer when she agreed and suddenly shifted.

The projector vanished from view, replaced by Thumps grinning face. She’d the view alright. Connor felt his ears twitch, even in their perked state. His prosthetic arm had moved and gently fell to her hip, supporting her if need be. With his other hand he gently brushed her lekku over her shoulder and let it fall down her back.

Calm washed over him as he looked up into her eyes.

“Best view in the house Thumps.” He whispered before he leaned in and kissed her.

A gentle, exploratory kiss at first. It was fueled by the remnants of anxiety that quickly burnt out and was replaced with the heat of passion. From gentle, to playful. Connor smiled only slightly as he kissed her. Finally from playful to hungry.

Connor simply let go and allowed his instincts to guide him.

One hand’s cool metal wrapped around her waist and pulled her in. The other reached to grasp the back of her head. He’d let Thumps guide them, he’d let her set the pace, he’d let her decide what they did based on how comfortable she felt. But that wouldn’t mean he didn’t make suggestions.

“You wanna go to the bedroom?” He asked breathlessly. His mind foggy and swimming in the moment.

@Sreeya

 

[Nash]

Nash couldn’t deny that she was nervous herself. She was still baffled at her own bold actions, but she wanted to stop circling around when it was clear neither of them cared about the movie right then. Her arms were loosely wrapped around his neck as she looked down into those green hues, allowing herself to drink in his handsome features. His adorable ears twitched and were still red. She felt the cool metal hand against her body moments before he leaned up. Nash didn’t hesitate to kiss him, taking a moment to savor it.

Behind them, Lee Bruce went into a chorus of ‘hiya!’s and ‘ya!’s but it didn’t matter. Nash sank against Connor, deepening the kiss and feeling familiar urges start to course through her. Her fingers lightly brushed over his trimmed head, wanting to move even closer to him. They parted after a moment as she was still slightly in a daze, a heated rush surging through her.

When he asked about going to the bedroom, Nash gazed at him for a moment, her heart thundering against her chest. She could tell he was nervous, which perplexed her. He was half Sephi and objectively stunning. He could have any girl he desired.

“You seem awfully nervous for someone that doesn’t wait for the stars to align,” Nash said with a smirk. Like him, she would go at his pace, which could potentially put them at a standstill.

@Apollyon

 

[Connor Vance]

Connor felt Nash’s fingers as they ran across the sides of his head, her body pressed against his. He let out an uneasy breath after their kiss had broken he asked if she wanted to move to the bed, nervousness pounding through him. In truth, Connor had only “pulled” twice in his life and those had been when he was younger. Since joining the Cyber-Suns and focusing on slicing and doing whatever he had to make money, he hadn’t really looked for anything. So this was like stepping into unknown territory for him.

Something she clearly picked up on.

“I’m okay…” He replied, his organic hand sliding down from the back of her head and to her waist. A small tremor rippled through it now that their lips weren’t pressed together and he could vaguely think again. It was a sign of his anxiety. “…it’s just been a while is all.” He explained before he leaned back in to kiss her again. This kiss wouldn’t last as long before Connor started trying and failing to kick off his shoes.

It caused him to break their kiss for a brief moment. And as he looked up at Nash his green eyes would flicker across her face. He wanted this but he felt compelled to be honest too.

“I don’t have much experience either.” He admitted. There wasn’t shame in his voice, his ears didn’t droop when he spoke it. Instead, the small tremor in his hand stopped, calmed, and was resting perfectly still on her waist. “That’s why I’m nervous.” He said with a shrug. “If that changes your mind, I get it.” He continued, this time his ears did twitch. “But I hope it doesn’t.”

@Sreeya

 

[Nash]

Nash didn’t know quite what to make of this predicament. There was no denying her desire for him, and she actually appreciated his honesty. Before she could go into a mental spiral, he pulled her into a kiss again. Nash melted against his lips, her mind rapidly turning to mush. Her hands fiddled with his clothing, fingers brushing against his chest where she glanced down to see the tops of his tattoos.

“I’m nervous too,” Nash said with a smile, admitting it. She wasn’t above casual encounters, but she genuinely enjoyed Gears’ company. For how loud and obnoxious her personality was, it appeared she was drawn to the more quiet, aloof types. Nash slowly climbed off him, grasping him by the hand to pull him up.

“I wanna see your tats,” She said with a smirk as she led him back towards the room she claimed on the ship.

@Apollyon

 

[Connor Vance]

The feeling of Nash’s fingers against his chest was euphoric. Connor never had the time to make for this. Part of him wondered if being Sith wasn’t so bad after all. When their kiss broke and Connor made his confession, he felt relief wash over him when Nash felt the same way.

But when she peeled herself off of him and out of his arms, a moment of worry sparked in his chest. Should he have said anything? Did he just fuck up? How awkwa-

Nash took him by the hand, a smirk plastered to those full red lips of hers. She wants to see my ta- ooohh… The realization of what she was saying clicked and Connor grasped her hand. He stood to his feet and followed her to the darkened bedroom.

There wouldn’t be a trail of clothes where he disrobed. Instead, Connor waited until the door clicked shut behind them to peel his shirt from his frame. He balled it up in his metal hand and casually tossed into the corner of the room. His eyes didn’t break from Nash’s face, he watched as she drank in his art.

The tattoos started just above the elbow of his left arm and sprawled up his bicep and shoulder. Then down onto his left pectoral before washing down his ribs and onto his flank. There was no single style used, no uniformity to them. Instead of each piece being designed to make a whole they were all standalone pieces that just mixed and intermingled to create something wholly unique. The myriad of color mixed with simple line art to weave a chaotic story that contrasted with Connor’s seemingly calm demeanor.

Despite this, there were a few standouts. Namely a cog wheel that sat just above his heart. Instead of being made of metal, it was colored like fire with the spokes of the wheel making up the flaming rays. There was a strange glow to it, evidence of a unique ink that let it almost glimmer in the darkness. The next was a city skyline that took up the majority of his rib cage. Each building’s outline was comprised of a single name, there were five in total. The rest of his art were an assortment of styles and colors that should have clashed but somehow blended together in discordant harmony.

He’d stand there in silence for a few more moments. His ears flicked eagerly but he didn’t move just yet. “Well?” Connor asked calmly before taking his first step towards her. “Do you like what you see?” He whispered as his hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her in for another kiss.

@Sreeya

 

[Nash]

Nash wasn’t sure she had ever had a man casually strip like this for her as if putting on a show, but it was shockingly enticing. She watched as he unraveled his clothing, revealing the tapestry that was his body. She initially kept her gaze fixed on his, almost shy about letting it lower. However, she finally caved, allowing herself to drink in the sight of the vibrant colors and designs that were surprisingly loud. It was all a contrast to Gears’ personality and mannerisms and it caught her off guard.

She also noticed where his cybernetic ended, realizing it was the entirety of his arm. Nash stepped closer, allowing her fingers to first trace over the cold metal. He wore his imperfections with pride and it was yet another thing that drew her to him, “Get over here,” She all but growled in response to his question, grabbing him by the waistline of his pants to yank him close to kiss him.

Nash was no dainty girl. Without warning, she all but shoved him back into the bed behind him. While he was on his back, she grinned down at him as she put on the same announcer voice she had when she was modeling clothes, “And last but not least, ladies and gents, we have dress number four, which is the birthday suit,” She couldn’t help but chuckle playfully, tossing off her jacket and sliding off her top. Nash gave him a teasing grin before the bra was thrown off as well, giving him his first view of her bare and muscled torso. He would notice a brand somewhere above her left breast - a remnant of being born into slavery. She could have gotten rid of it by now, but she kept it to remind herself of what she was fighting against. She embraced her imperfections.

She didn’t hesitate, climbing on the bed and moving atop him to kiss him. She traced kisses down his neck and collarbone, gasping when she felt the chill of his cybernetic arm brush her skin to line it with goosebumps. She had focused so much on training to fight or trying to find the Sith that she hadn’t allowed herself such luxuries in a while. Nash savored every moment, her nervousness giving way to raw desire.

@Apollyon

 

[Connor Vance]

Connor stood in perfect silence, Nash’s blue eyes were mirrors to his own green ones, they remained locked on one another at least initially. Eventually her gaze lowered and she looked over the art gallery drawn on his skin. He watched her expressions, unlike him she wore them so openly. In many ways she was just like the art that she gazed on, in fact she represented what they meant so perfectly. Freedom.

Connor quickly learned, to expect the unexpected with Nash. He never expected anyone to be interested in his cybernetic. Yet she drug her fingers along its edge until he felt the warmth of her touch on an ugly knot of skin where metal and flesh collided. Connor didn’t stop her, he simply watched and soaked who she was in.

Finally, when he asked if she liked what she saw, Nash gave him her answer. She pulled him into a deep hungry kiss and then turned to push him onto her bed. Connor gasped initially but it quickly turned into a light chuckle. His guard came tumbling down in those moments. It wasn’t because they were about to sleep together or that Nash was gorgeous. No, he’d been seen, she pulled out at least part of who he was and simply accepted it.

And so when Nash tugged her top off with that faux announcer voice, Connor joined her in a playful laugh. “Shut up and come here!” He told her between his rolling chuckles. A grin that matched her smirk plastered to his face.

Most men would have gaze down her body to see her tits and focus only on her physical form but Connor was never most men. Sure, his instincts caused his eyes to drag themselves down her exposed body, but that wasn’t what had lured him in with her. Nash was unapologetically who she was, a concept that was intoxicating to Connor. Instead, he drank in the beauty of not only her toned and muscular body, but the countless nicks, scraps, and scars she’d earned in the pits, bits that made her who she was. When she climbed atop him, straddling his still clothed lower half, Connor looked her in the eyes, his ears flicked and twitched with anticipation.

“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?” He whispered, it felt corny, maybe a little sappy but it was true.

She kissed down his neck and onto his collar, it elicited another gasp but time of pleasure and then a low groan of desire. Connor’s cybernetic hand reached around her back and pulled her in towards him. He wanted to feel her body against his own, to taste her desire, to bask in the heat of who she was.

“Fuck, Nash pants.” Was all he could groan out as his mind threatened to roll into static and bliss.

He wanted this, he wanted her and he didn’t hide it. Both his hands explored who she was, he touched every scar on her bare torso. He traced the curvature of each muscle. He committed them to memory, he committed her body to memory. And then he arched his back and helped her slide his pants off. His inexperience made it where he would simply surrender to her, at least initially.

“Don’t worry, I take the shot.” He told her. “We’re safe, I swear.”

And so a night of passion began and unfulfilled desires began.

@Sreeya

 

[Nash]

The way he firmly and boldly complimented her was just one of the ways he had her attention. What he considered a sappy statement actually made her blush profusely and drove her desires for him. When he reminded her about taking shots, Nash actually paused to laugh, “Well that makes two of us,” She said with a wink.

There was something enticing about the way he was so bold and confident and yet almost vulnerable during it all. She forgot about everything else, getting lost in his emerald eyes and his touch. She was comfortably used to the feel of his cybernetic against her skin, no longer feeling the chill.

Nash took her time exploring his tattoos, tracing her lips along the designs and remembering every shape and color. She couldn’t get enough of him, drinking in every taste and savoring every groan and gasp as they explored one another. While she took charge of things the first go around, she certainly invited him to take the lead the following times.

Eventually, she was exhausted and asleep with him, half sprawled against his chest with the covers only partially over her body. One of her legs was curled around his hip and she was out cold.

The sound of beeping caused her to blink awake, the noise to herald the jump from hyperspace coming in the next hour. Nash gave a tired groan but nuzzled closer against Gears, “I almost forgot we have a job to do,” She gave a quiet laugh as she stifled a yawn.

Nash lazed around for a few more minutes before rolling off the bed and stretching. Several cracks and pops later she was ready to go. She didn’t bother with clothes just yet, stepping towards the refresher. She glanced over her shoulder, “Come on, prettyboy, let’s break in the shower,” Nash said with a smirk, “Oh and you don’t have to be so polite. You can stare at my boobs all you want. I got these ladies out for you,” She chortled before disappearing into the refresher to turn the water on.

@Apollyon

 

[Connor Vance]

Nash’s playful wink moments before the pair took the plunge together set the tone. Connor swam in an ocean of intoxicating ecstasy with her. The bedsheets acted like waves, breaking on their bodies as they tasted salt from each other’s skin. Gasps, groans, moans, and laughs were found as equally as lips and hands explored one another.

In their first round, Connor let Nash stay in control, his confidence blossoming as he took the time to begin learning what she liked. The next round Connor took the initiative, his insecurity having completely melted away under the heat of lust and desire. His lips kissed her scars, her brand, her neck, and her lips while his hips put in work. With each round Connor gained confidence and learned a little more about what made her arch her back or moan a touch louder.

Eventually the pair fell asleep, tangled up in each other’s arm, satisfied, and exhausted.

Connor eventually woke up to the sound of distant beeping from somewhere in the room. His organic arm had fallen asleep as it was hung over the edge of the bed. He felt Thumps weight across his chest and her leg wrapped around him even before he opened his eyes. He let out a small groan before he opened them, Connor glanced down at Thumps and watched as she snuggled into his chest. The faintest smirk touched his lips for a moment.

Then he wrapped his deadened arm around her and simply laid there for a while longer. He enjoyed the feeling of her body pressed against his. But eventually they both had to get up to get their job done and Thumps was the first to get up. She rolled out of his arms and to the edge of the bed, stretching and letting out an adorable yawn that Connor ended up echoing.

“You know we could be late.” He replied to her earlier comment his ears flicked, and he flashed a small tired smirk at her.

Connor laid in bed and watched as Thumps made her way to the refresher. He watched the way hips swayed as she walked, he was mystified when she glanced over her shoulder and spoke to him. The idea of a shower with her definitely helped with his will to get out of bed. He sat up, shook his hand awake and then made his way to the refresher standing behind Thumps. He kissed the side of her neck as she told him that he didn’t have to be so polite.

“Mmm.” He replied as he kissed down to her shoulder. “If that’s the case…” Connor ran his hands up her sides and to the underside of her breasts. “How long do you think the hot water will last?” He asked with a quirked eyebrow.

@Sreeya

 

[Nash]

Of course she knew they could be late. But one look at those adorable ears and the hot, tatted body and she hardly cared. The mirrors fogged up in the refresher and they took their time in the shower. Nash was loving the new bolder sides of Gears as he shamelessly explored whatever he pleased. She did the same in turn, tasting his damp skin and giving into passion in the steaming hot shower.

Of course Gears was right about the timing. Before long there was a loud alarm blaring as the ship suddenly lurched out of hyperspace. Nash was thrown against the foggy glass door of the shower with a wet thwack. She had no chance to complain about it, instead bolting out of the shower while dripping wet, “Shit we gotta land this bitch!!!”

In a sense of urgency she grabbed the nearest set of pants which happened to be Connor’s. Half hopping as she pulled the pants on she ran towards the cockpit, hoping the half Sephi wasn’t far behind. She was an excellent pilot and had no time to argue about who was going to land the ship. Nash plopped down in the pilot seat and took over manual control, still dropping wet from the shower and hilariously topless.

“Which docking bay?” Nash asked Connor if he joined her in the cockpit. She only hoped it wouldn’t be a totally crowded spaceport or she was about to give a bunch of random people a show coasting into the bay…

 

[Connor Vance]

Connor had been so damn close when the alarm blared. The ship lurched out of hyperspace and sent the pair of them slamming into the glass door of the shower. He ended up landing on his ass and felt dazed for half a second. Then he heard Nash’s voice as she screamed about landing the ship.

“Shit fuck!” Connor yelled as he scrambled to his feet.

As Connor ran through her room, he scooped up his shirt that was balled up on the floor. He didn’t have time to slide it on, instead he simply ran to the cockpit. His gaze fell to the droid in the copilot chair, he shoved it out in a panic. He glanced over at Thumps and tossed her his shirt.

“There, slap it on.” He told her while he pulled up which docking bay they’d been assigned to. “Bay 33!” He shouted as he slid into the copilot chair and helped her guide the ship in.

Once they landed, Connor slouched in his chair. His ears unpinned themselves from the sides of his head and flicked several times. He sighed in relief before glancing over at Thumps.

“I need a smoke.” He told her as he pointed to his soggy pants she wore.

It didn’t even register that he was sitting next to her fully naked. The docking crew could absolutely see them. Once he saw them staring at them, Connor simply went rigid in his seat. His ears were beat red and drooped in embarrassment.

“Fuck me…” He muttered. “Let’s just get ready for check in.” The mood for him was ruined.

He glanced at the door before figuring they’d already gotten an eye full. He took a deep breath and walked from the cockpit. Connor dried himself off and got dressed in the suit he’d packed for the check in and scouting out the casino. However as he got dressed, he struggled with the tie, the damn thing kept getting snagged between the segments of the fingers of his cybernetic hand. Eventually Connor walked from his room with the over coat left behind and the tie half done on his neck.

“Hey Thumps, tell me you can tie this damn thing. It keeps getting snagged on my hand.” He yelled as he walked towards her room. His ears had pinned themselves against his head and a small scowl sat on his lips.

@Sreeya

 

[Nash]

Nash was thankful for the shirt and haphazardly pulled it on (backwards of course) before landing. Fortunately even with wardrobe malfunctions, she was a solid pilot and effortlessly coasted into the bay to park the ship. It took her a moment to realize Connor was entirely nude sitting in the co-pilot seat. Nash kept from grinning, instead giving a rude hand gesture to the docking pay employees wandering around.

They stepped away to get dressed and Nash put on dress number two and some heels, adding some light makeup that accented her features and skin tone. Nash also accesorized the dress with a cute bracelet, still learning how to coordinate girly fits. Holonet makeup and dressing videos were a lifesaver since she stopped pretending to be a dude.

When he walked out in the suit, Nash’s eyes widened and she froze momentarily in place, “Damn..you look great, Connor,” She said, his real name slipping through. Because he didn’t look like a Nar Shadda street boy, he looked like a proper gentleman. Her expression of admiration quickly changed when she realized what he was asking, “What?” She blurted out, “I dunno how to do that fancy shit,” Nash said with a scoff before stepping towards him to grab the tie, “Okay tell me what to do,” She said, tying it with the help of his instructions. She stood real close to him the whole time, the entire moment surprisingly tender.

Nash stepped back to admire her work after that, whistling, “I can’t believe you’re going with Dalon as your cover,” She said with a chuckle before grabbing her things and walking down the ramp of the ship. She had never been to the Corporate Sector and only heard about its vast wealth. Everything was dazzling to behold and she took a moment to just admire it all.

“I can’t imagine living in a place like this,” Nash mused aloud, glancing at the posh way everyone was dressed, "Or ever having this kinda cash."

@Apollyon