Photophobia

The Kiss

When the sun had set they lay down to sleep. Hux fell asleep pretty quickly, dreaming once again of the house on Arkanis. Once again, he ran through the rain, hung up his coat and was greeted by Tico who was sipping tea in the kitchen.

She put down the cup and stepped closer to him, reaching up with her right hand – the arm wasn't broken anymore – cupping his cheek. He haltingly lifted his hand and put it on her arm, scared to overstep his bounds. She smiled at him in a way that made his knees wobbly and pulled him slowly down and kissed him softly on the mouth. He would feel his heartrate quicken and pulled her closer to him. Suddenly they were in his quarters on the Finalizer. He broke the kiss and caressed her beautiful face with little pecks.

He was startled when he felt something move against him, his eyes snapped open and the blissful dream faded away.

At first he was annoyed but then he realised that Tico was lying next to him, so close that the back of her overalls almost made contact with arms. "What-"

"It's still raining. The ground was wet." There was something in her voice he hadn't heard before. He couldn't put his finger on it and it confused him.

He could smell her scent, feel her warmth. She was almost snuggled against him and he remembered the dream ... it almost felt like a dream. He wanted to lean down and plant a kiss on her head, embrace her ... he could feel himself getting aroused. Before he could stop himself he put his hand on her upper arm. She didn't pull away and he started to rub her arm. She slowly started to move backwards until she was snuggled up to him.

He could feel himself stiffen. His breath accelerated and his hand caressed her arm a bit firmer. He shifted a little and kissed her neck with an almost chaste kiss. He almost moaned when she pressed herself harder against him, inhaling sharply.

He let his hand wander down to her hips and squeezed them a bit. He propped up and leaned over her to see her face, she looked at him with half-closed eyes. Her breath was ragged. Then she squeezed her eyes shut and turned away a bit. "Don't look at me, and don't talk ..."

He pulled back, insecure if she wanted him to stop. She was still pressed against him ... his cock was hard, there was no doubt that she felt it ...

He continued to massage her thigh, pressing his now throbbing hard-on against her warm, soft ass. He boldly reached up, brushing past her inviting full breasts and took hold of the zipper of her overalls. She shifted and turned on her back, clearly wanting him to continue.

He hastily pulled the zipper down and reached down until he could feel the waistband of her panties with his fingertips. He could hear her sharp intake of breath. He let his fingers wander around the panties, barely touching them, enjoying the smoothness of her skin and the sound of her ragged breath.

Finally he moved his hand towards her centre. Her panties were already soaked when he finally started to rub her clit through the thin fabric. His cock was now completely hard, his pants very tight.

He traced the waistband and slipped his hand under it. His finger explored her folds until they found the clit. She moaned and started to grind herself against his hand. Seeing her becoming so undone almost drove him over the edge and he pleasured her until she came.

His cock ached to be touched but he just lay next to her, hearing her panting and watching the expression of ecstasy on her face.

When she opened her eyes she only quickly glanced at him before blushing and starting to unbuckle his belt with her left hand. He helped her getting rid of his belt and his pants. After a moment of hesitation, he finally pulled down his boxer shorts.