Star Wars: On the Job

On Another Job Chapter 1 PREVIEW

Hera had surprised him and now he was trapped. Not that he had any plans to escape. Maybe that's what trapped him more than anything else.

Kanan gently banged the back of his head against the doorframe, pressing it into the sharp metal. He reached out, but then stopped, took the empty air into his fists and settled for pressing his palms into the bulkhead behind him.

Hera's mouth was deep on him now, her tongue sliding over his skin as her hands kneaded his hips. With an exhale of hot air, she let him slide out of her mouth and Kanan dared to look down. Her bright green eyes stared back, made brighter by the dark flush in her cheeks. A cunning smile pulled at her lips.

He wanted to smile back, but all he could manage were a few labored breaths before the wet heat of her mouth swallowed him up again. His eyes pulled closed.

It wasn't the first time Hera had done this to him, but it was the first time she'd done in the cockpit, and the first time she hadn't bothered to get him even partially undressed. That, combined with the aggressive, steady rhythm she worked into him now had Kanan ready to burst.

His mind was a blank. His body teetered. As usual, it was the sound of her voice humming into his flesh that pushed him over the edge. There was a rush of blood and energy that felt like his life-force was being pulled out of him– and he was happy to give it. As Hera's breath passed over his wet skin, Kanan squeezed his eyes tighter. His muscles were liquid. He was barely keeping himself upright. Finally, he was free.

"You're... getting good," he managed between heavy breathes.

A chuckle escaped Hera's throat, satisfied at reducing him into a languid mass of useless jelly. He cracked an eye. Her lips were sealed in an awkward line, but her eyes were glistening. In fact, her whole face glowed. Kanan couldn't keep a smile from meandering its way onto his face– not that she needed the extra vindication. He was about to stumble out a few more syllables to that effect when the door burst open.

"Brrr-mrr-rrr!" Chopper groused indignantly as Kanan jumped away in spite of his sluggish muscles. He turned his back, stuffing himself back into his pants as quickly as possible, while the metallic, orange-domed menace shook on its struts and exploded into a string of whirrs and whoops. Hera sidestepped around him and slipped into the hallway.

"Wait! Where're you going?" Kanan reached for Hera only to pull back as Chopper lurched forward menacingly.

Already half-way down the hall, Hera turned around and shrugged. She pointed to her closed mouth, still glistening at the edge.

Chopper's dome swiveled towards its owner. "Whrrr-brrrrr!"

Hera's eyes went serious. She set a hand on her hip and pointed first at Chopper and then at Kanan. He could practically hear her ordering them to, Play nice before she continued on to the fresher. Chopper huffed and muttered with the click of unseen gears.

Using the distraction, Kanan finished fastening up his pants. The hormones were still thick in his veins, but he got everything back in place gracefully enough. With one hand on the wall he took a deep breath. Sweet oxygen filled his lungs. She was getting very good.

Another deep breath and Kanan's spine prickled, but this time it wasn't in a good way. With a wary eye, he looked over his shoulder.

The droid's photo-receptors trained on Kanan. The old C1 unit's scratched orange dome shifted restlessly back and forth as it watched him, emitting discontented noises.

As casually as he could, Kanan put the tactical station chair between him and the rolling scrap-heap. It'd been two days since Chopper'd last attacked him, but he wasn't taking any chances. He still had bruises on his shins from the first time, now almost a month ago.