Of The Force

Don't Stop

Hello my single reader, thank you so much for the support. I've been sick with the Vid and was dead to the world for two weeks. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I look forward to posting the next, because a lot goes down.

TW; heavy smut, unprotected sex

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The mad dash from the dance floor, through the gambling den, and to the bay where the ship had been was a blur. Cordelia's hand in Ap'Lek's as he lead her through the masses was the only thing that had kept her on course. She didn't care if someone from her crew saw her with the Knight. She felt light as air, and practically floated behind the man.

After the fastest debrief and systems check she had seen, they were in the air. The craft shooting towards the Steadfast with single-minded drive. The craft was small, similar to the one Vicrul had used to get her onto the planet, but instead of being seated side by side, Cordelia was seated just behind, flanking the main pilot's seat.

The darkened void of space turned the pane of glass before Ap'Lek into a mirror as it reflected all the small lights within the hull. Cordelia could see the dim reflection of Ap'Lek's face in the glass and she could help but study it. The hard angles, half hidden by the long silken hair. She wondered if it felt as soft as it looked, what it would feel like to run her fingers through the length of it, to knot it around her fingers.

Ap'Lek's eyes met her own in the reflection and Cordelia froze, a flush of embarrassment colouring her skin. He didn't avert his eyes. Instead, they trailed down her body, eating up every bit of skin she had on display. There was such uninhibited lust in his gaze. She wanted to squeeze her legs together and move away from the blatant heat of it. Determined, she stared back at him, spreading her knees wider as he continued to watch her. His lips curved upwards in approval.

"Open them wider." He demanded. "And lift your dress higher."

Cordelia's breaths were coming in pants as her heart raced at the command. She hated to be commanded, loathed the demands of her superiors ever since she'd been sold. But to hear the pure desire in Ap'Lek's voice as he almost begged, she was helpless as her legs opened for him. Her fingers gripped the hem of her already short dress and pulled it higher, bearing the tops of her thighs and the small triangle of fabric covering what the Knight was seeking.

"Pull them to the side. Let me see your pussy."

Her fingers moved before the sentence had left his mouth, feeling the cool air of the cockpit brushing against her dampened lips. She wasn't even fully bared when she heard the ship being set into auto pilot as Ap'Lek freed himself from the seat containing his large form.

His hand reached for her as the communications sounded for their clearance into the hangar. Ap'Lek sighed and seated himself once more before responding. Cordelia fixed herself, making herself presentable as the ship entered the Steadfast. Ap'Lek's gaze found hers when they were clear.

"Almost there." He promised.

The hangar they'd left the ship was on the opposite side of the Steadfast, closer to where the training room and chambers that Valour stayed in. Ap'Lek had covered Cordelia in a thick dark cloak, pulling the hood up, over her head as he ushered her out of the hangar, leading her with an arm around her waist through the endless halls. They passed the entrance to the training hall and continued on past a line of doors before they took an entirely separate hall. Troopers nodded to Ap'Lek as he passed, their helmets tilting in her direction for a moment before moving on. Nothing out of the ordinary. Cordelia considered getting annoyed with that, but instead she allowed him to lead her on.

At the end of the hall stood a single door, that opened when Ap'Lek entered a code into the panel next to it. The door opened with a soft hiss, and the lights within illuminated as they stepped through.