Always (Crosshair x Jedi Reader)

Part 8

Warning: Mature content in this chapter.

The pair of (Y/N) and Crosshair entered the dimly lit high rise apartment, (Y/N) had lead them too. The sharp shooter curious about it but couldn't seem to find the words to ask about it. He knew she was full of surprises, he hoped to uncover each of them as they grew closer. Yet he looked around the generous sized apartment none the less, the small corridor leading to a landing pad and seating area. An arch way lead to the kitchen area, the main entrance leading to a living room/dinning room area. A large staircase towards the back of the room leading to what he could only assume were the bedrooms.

"Who owns this place?" asked Crosshair, forming the words as (Y/N) locked the door behind her and shut the elevator leading to the door off. Upon her finishing he gently gripped her arm, pulling her closer to him again, as if her being at arms reach was making him whole in some way. Yet he soon reignited the passion between them by reconnecting their lips, feeling the fire burn in his chest again, as it had done in 79's minutes before hand. She was beautiful to him, a precious jewel. Yet the pair soon pulled away again, each with a soft grin, both knowing they were exactly where they wanted to be, alone and away from others. Although the silver haired sharp shooter did find himself fearing someone would interrupt them.

"I do" whispered (Y/N), answering Crosshair's question with two little words and seeing his confusion spread like wildfire over features. "The apartment, I own it. I got it a few years ago as a way to escape the judgement, mistrust and fear other Jedi had in me. Plus its a good place to feel like I'm human, rather than someone's puppet" she explained, unknowingly giving the taller sharp shooter reassurance no one would disturb them. To which he nodded as his eyes once again turned darker, lust taking over his mind, taking over any sense he might have had before. Although he was sure the alcohol he'd previously consumed numbed any sensible thoughts he might have had.

Without a second thought the sharp shooter picked up (Y/N), hooking an arm around her lower back and another under her knees, hearing her giggle only reassuring him this was the right thing to do and both wanted the same thing. He followed her directions without question, finding the master room large. Upon entering he put her down on the bed, with care. Yet the soon found his hands moving towards her dark cloak, slipping it from her shoulders with ease as their lips locked once more. He soon nibbled on her bottom lip again, asking for entrance once more, something to have been granted. Her arms once again wrapping around his neck pulling him closer, both falling back on the plushy bed. His kisses moving down her jaw to her neck as he fiddled with removing his armor. Her hands in his hair as soft gasps of pleasure escaped her lips. With soft clanks on the floor, Crosshair removed his armor, allowing it to join (Y/N) cloak, he soon allowed his hands to roam over her robed body, wanting to feel the warmth and softness of her skin rather than the fabric of her robes.

(Y/N) soon complied with attempt to reach beneath them, helping to remove the top of her dark robes with ease, feeling his cold-ish hands instantly on her bare skin. Roaming over her every curve, come to rest on her moderate sized breasts. There he teased her further, playing with her nipples, rolling them between his fingers. Earning another moan, one to be muffled by the battle for dominance in their passion filled kiss. As if in desperation for further contact (Y/N) hands slipped under the shirt of his blacks, pushing it up as her hands traced of his muscles with ease. Yet he soon broke the kiss with the sole purpose of removing his top completely. Yet soon pulled on the waist band on her leggings, being grateful when she lifted her hips to make the removal process easier. He removed his own several moments later, adding them to the pile of clothes disregarded without a care in the corner of the dimly lit room.

(Y/N) looked him over, yet not in a judgmental way as he had become accustomed to, but in a way he only hoped she would. He soon lent back down to her. Their lips locking once more, as one of his hands found it was down to her core. Gently rubbing, feeling her wetness, her gasps telling him he was doing the right thing, even more so when he slipped inside her, playing with her sensitive spot at the same time. Yet he soon stopped her when she reached for him, a smirk appearing on his lips as he continued to tease her. hearing her moan out beneath him.

"Not this time Ca'tra" whispered Crosshair in a seductive but powerful tone, moving himself to her entrance upon removing his fingers from her. Silently asking for her permission before entering. Upon receiving a simple nod he began to push his member inside her. Feeling her tightness and warmth, he gentle took hold of her hips to pull her closer and push himself further into her, until he was complete sheathed. He waited for her to adjust before pulling out to the tip and pushing back in, picking up the speed until he found a rythem both liked. Her moans of pleasure like music to his hears, sweet but passionate. He soon moved her ankles to his shoulders, finding better access to please her.

His name escaping her lips as he continued on, although he soon pulled out completely, lying himself on the bed and pulling her up to straddle him. Directing her hands to his shoulders. He wanted to look in to her eyes, he soon re-entered her, watching as his length went in and out as she bounced on his hips. His hands finding her breasts and playing with them in a gentle manner as his hips thrust up to meet hers. Her moans growing louder, with his name and enjoyment. Yet he soon lent up to meet her, his arms wrapping around his, as his lips found her collar bone, determination to mark her as his own. Her own arms wrapping his neck once more, her fingers finding his short silver hair, as if on instinct.

The quiet room filled with moans of pleasure from her and his own. The sound of skins slapping against skin. He soon flipped the position again, her once again beneath him, although he never pulled out this time. Her hands moving down to his back, leaving scratch marks down his muscles there. He placed one of his hands near her head while the other found its way to her knee, hooking her legs around his waist, he heard her moans of being close, to which he sped up a little more, hearing as she began to come undone beneath him.

"I'm cumming" moan (Y/N), clawing at Crosshair's back, hearing him growl as he continued to thrust in to her. Although his thrust began to become sloppy. He own moans and growls took over as he twitched inside her, finding his release shortly after. A thin lay of sweat coating the pair of them, he soon fell to the side of her, unwilling to trap her beneath his weight. Upon his member softening he pulled out, pulling her closer to him as he reached for one of the blankets tossed to the side during the passion filled frenzy. Even now he was still determined to be close to her, still determined to show this wasn't meant to be a one time thing through his wordless actions. Crosshair soon planted a soft kiss to the top of her head, brushing the hair stuck to her forehead to the side. He had no intention of returning to the Military base that night, just as he had no intention of allowing her to return to the Temple. He was where he wanted to be, alone with her, he'd shown her, how he felt through his passionate actions.

(Y/N) had become something more to Crosshair than just his general. She had stolen his heart and she had unknowingly become the distraction to also become a weakness, one he didn't want others to know about. Absent minded Crosshair began to trace the scars on her body, being careful not to wake her when she fell asleep. His touch as light as a feather as he traced the scar on her eye, the one down her stomach and lower back. Knowing both told a story of a past battle she'd faced.