Wedge's Mutiny

Part Two


Wedge exhaled a quick breath and replied, “Follow me.” He led her down the hallway past the lounge that had been their original destination. After what seemed to her like hours, Wedge stopped finally at a recessed door and jabbed in his access code into the keypad. Wedge placed a hand on the small of her back to guide her in as the door slid open. Ella could feel butterflies in her stomach as the door quietly closed behind them.

His quarters were not quite what she expected. The outer chamber was very Spartan in appearance, having only a neatly organized desk, three chairs and a couch. Ella suspected Wedge sometimes fell asleep on the sofa, for there was a pillow and blanket on the back. Through an open door, she could see a corner of a bed. Wedge gestured her into the other room and smiled crookedly at her.

After they entered the room, he walked to a long, low cabinet and opened a drawer. From within he produced a bottle of Whyren’s Reserve and two glasses. Wedge poured a measure in each, then turned and handed Ella one of them. Ella accepted hers with a quirk of her brow and took a sip. The mellow, smoky flavor tasted like Wedge’s mouth and Ella could feel her heartbeat accelerating from the thought.

Ella looked around the room and took in her surroundings as she sipped the brandy. This was the kind of room that she expected him to have. A few tables were scattered around the room with objects covering most of them. The bed was covered with a rich dark blue duvet and took up most of the room. An orange flight suit hung in the corner covering the upper half of what looked suspiciously like an Ewok. The cabinet that he took the bottle from was lined with various holographs. Wedge himself was leaning against the cabinet watching her with a decidedly heated look in his eyes.

Slowly he pushed himself off the cabinet and advanced towards her. He took the glass out of her nerveless fingers and placed it on the table next to the bed. All Ella could focus on were his eyes, now a deep, dark brown instead of the lighter color they were earlier. Slowly, gently he pushed her back until she felt the wall behind her.

“Now,” he breathed, “we can do this properly.”

Lazily he brought his mouth back down to hers and brushed his lips against hers once, twice. A shuddering breath left her lips and she impatiently reached for him to draw him to her. With a low chuckle he evaded her reach and took her hands in his.

“Patience, woman-who-is-mine. No need to rush,” he whispered as he drew her arms up over her head. With one hand he lightly pinned her hands in one of his against the wall and used the other one to feather across her neck. Lightly he pressed his lower body against her and she could feel without a doubt how much he desired her.

Time to even the game up. If she angled herself just a bit forward… Wedge softly moaned as she lightly brushed her breasts against his chest. Like a feline, she arched against him again and hungrily heard his breathing speed up as her body rubbed against his.

Wedge suddenly released her hands and captured her face between his hands. Ella moaned into his mouth as he took hers in another hot, deep kiss. This time though she could respond properly to him. Ella slipped her hands under the front of his tunic and flattened them on his firm belly. Centimeter by centimeter she smoothed them higher under his shirt until she reached his pectoral muscles. Abruptly she dragged them back down and out and started unfastening the front of his top. As the front parted she sighed and smoothed the fabric back off his smoothly muscled chest and shoulders. Sweet Jedi, he really did have a beautiful body.

With slightly shaking hands, Wedge started to undo her tunic. Ella reached up to help him. The third button down always caught, she thought dazedly.

“No bra. I like that,” Wedge murmured with a roguish grin as he pushed her top off her shoulders.

Ella wriggled her arms until the fabric fell to the floor to join his, forgotten already. After he ran an exploratory finger down the curve of her breast, he put his hands at her waist, turned her and pushed her back against the bed. Ella sank down on the edge, and on a whim, leaned forward and licked his stomach. She chuckled huskily as his muscles jerked. With a deft shove he pushed her back on the bed and grabbed her foot.

Languidly, Ella watched as he removed first one shoe, then the other. Sure fingers divested her of her stockings and came to hover questioningly at her belt buckle.

“Yes, please, sir,” Ella whispered.

She couldn’t help but let her eyes flutter shut as she felt him first undo her buckle, then zipper. Gently he tugged her trousers down and then off her hips as she raised herself to assist his efforts. One leg, then the other was pulled off with firm fingers brushing against her inner calves. With a whimper Ella opened her eyes as she felt Wedge run his fingers lightly up her calves to her inner thighs. Oh, Gods, he was good.

Somehow she gathered the energy and willpower to first sit up, then kneel on the edge of the bed. Ella dipped her head and delicately nibbled at Wedge’s collarbone, then traveled up his neck to his earlobe. Slowly she slipped her fingers under the waistband of his trousers and unfastened the top button.

Trembling, Wedge crushed her to his chest and kissed her hungrily. He could feel his zipper sliding downward, so he toed off his boots and let his pants drop to the floor. Ella ran a finger down the length of him through the thin fabric of his shorts and he bucked against her.

“Off with the underwear,” Ella ordered.

“Yes, ma’am.”

With a smile that would have looked at home on a shark, Wedge complied. He hooked his thumbs on her brief panties and started to slide them down over her bottom, managing to caress her as he did so. Giggling, Ella balanced herself with a hand on his shoulder as he peeled them off of her legs.

“That was fun. Now you do me,” Wedge said with a wicked smile.

Ella laughed and slowly pulled the front of his shorts over his erection. Teasingly she allowed her fingers to slide down the length of him as she freed him from the fabric. Ella then loosely wrapped her fingers around him and started to stroke him gently.

“Enough,” he said roughly.

Wedge placed his arm around her and lowered her back onto the bed, then followed her down and began dropping kisses on her face and neck. Imperiously she pushed his shoulders down and gasped as he ran his tongue over a nipple. Ella’s back arched as he took it into his mouth and sucked gently. Propping himself on one arm, Wedge skimmed his other hand down her side and down to her hip. Gently he drew his fingers across her lower belly, exactly where she felt the knot of desire in her stomach. Without prompting, Ella allowed her legs to part, knowing without a doubt that Wedge would know what would give her the most pleasure.

One finger trailed down her taut skin, ever so slowly inching towards its ultimate goal. When he reached it and ran a finger down her wetness she let out a loud cry and trembled uncontrollably against him. An open-mouthed kiss was dropped on her navel as he slipped his finger inside her. Immediately he could feel her contract around his finger as he gently worked it in and out. Her orgasm came with a suddenness that took her breath and voice away. Only a squeak emerged from her throat as she flung her head back against the duvet in pure bliss.

As soon as her body was done quivering she was finally able to look at him. Bloody amazing he was, and from the sensual smile on his face, he knew it, too. Wedge shifted himself between her legs and rested on his arms, hovering above her.

Ella finally gave into the itch she’d had all evening and stroked his hair back from his face.

“Please, Wedge. I need you,” she stated breathlessly.

As Wedge pushed gently against her opening, his head tilted back and he moaned. Ella’s soft cry echoed him as he slowly sunk himself in her heat. He could feel how tight she was and felt her muscles squeezing him as she stretched to accept him.

As Wedge sank all the way into her, Ella started panting as she came close to orgasm again. Unconsciously she rocked her hips against him and cried out as she felt his length slide in even deeper. With superhuman effort he stopped moving until she looked up to see if anything was wrong.

“Remind me to kiss Janson for hauling you to my sabacc table,” he ground out as he started thrusting slowly into her body.

“Yub, yub, Commander,” Ella replied in a strangled voice.

His slow, deliberate pace was driving her crazy, so Ella rolled her hips against him to try to get him to increase the tempo of his thrusts.

“Come on, flyboy,” she whispered.

A few minutes were spent in eternity as he teased her by going even slower. Ella’s head thrashed on the duvet restlessly as she dug her nails into his shoulders. With a low laugh of satisfaction, Wedge pulled her left leg up around his waist and pushed even deeper inside her.

Within seconds, Ella came to orgasm again and screamed against his shoulder. Waves of pleasure crashed over her as she spiraled higher and higher. Again she muffled a scream against him, but Sweet Jedi, she didn’t really care if anyone heard her. She knew Wedge was getting close from his quick, short thrusts and labored breathing.

As he started to pant, Ella wrapped her both her legs around him and lightly licked his extended neck. Wedge groaned loudly as he exploded inside her. Gasping, he dropped his sweaty forehead against her shoulder and rode out his own orgasm while Ella stroked his damp back.

When his shuddering came to an end, he gently slid out of her and bonelessly rolled over so that Ella was stretched out against his body. Wedge nuzzled her forehead and kissed the tip of her nose.

A sigh of contentment left his lips and was duplicated by Ella. Neither of them wanted to move, so they laid there in silence. The slight airflow from the air-handling unit passed over their damp skin, so Wedge grabbed a corner of the duvet and pulled it around them. Ella must have dozed off, because the next thing she remembered was letting out a soft protest as he got up to use the ‘fresher.

Ella pushed the strands that had worked free of her braid out of her face, then looked at the small clock on a table. Amazingly enough, they had only been gone for a couple hours. Wedge came out of the small refresher cube and let out a low chuckle as he took in the disheveled state of her hair. Impertinently, she stuck her tongue out at him and wrapped the duvet around her body.

“Help me find my clothing, wretch,” she ordered with a smile, openly watching the way his muscles flexed as he walked across the room to her.

Ella had recovered her uniform top and bottom and was searching for her shoes, socks and panties until Wedge loudly cleared his throat. With a slight frown, she looked up at him and saw the scrap of blue fabric she called underwear dangling from one finger and a smug grin on his face.

“Missing something?” he asked archly.

“Oh, give me those,” Ella growled playfully as she tried to snatch them from his grasp.

Suddenly a knock sounded on the door and Janson’s muffled voice came from the other side. “Wedge? Are you in there?”

“Sithspit. Wedge, give me those,” Ella whispered fiercely. An unholy look of glee lit up his face and she seriously thought he was going to do something like toss the panties out the door to Janson. Gods, Wes would go to town with that… After a few more desperate passes, Wedge allowed her to grab them and scoot to the ‘fresher.

Janson knocked again a little harder this time. “Wedge? I need to win my money back from you, you know.”

Wedge opened the door and let him in just as Ella walked out of the ‘fresher. She had neatly replaited her hair and clothed herself, but was missing her socks and shoes. Wedge had put his uniform back on, but had unfortunately missed a button on his tunic, making it obvious that it was hastily put back on. Mortified, Ella saw Janson stare slack-jawed at Wedge’s top and then swing around to look at her furiously blushing face and bare feet with a dawning expression of comprehension.

“Lieutenant Janson,” Wedge barked.

Wes snapped to attention automatically. “Yes, sir.”

“Captain Aurinko wanted to meet Lieutenant Kettch. That is all. Is that clear?”

“Crystal, sir.”

The expression on Janson’s face was caught somewhere between laugher and discomfort, and Ella was not opposed to taking a small bit of revenge on him for all his teasing and practical jokes. As she stepped around Wes, she whispered, “That’s a direct order, Lieutenant,” and proceeded to move past him and stand next to Wedge. With a smile she looked up at him, then stood on tiptoe to murmur something in his ear.

Straight-faced, Wedge replied, “Right. Lieutenant Janson, front and center.”

Shaking his head, Wes stepped forward two paces and saluted Wedge. “Yes, sir.”

With a wicked grin flashed to Ella, Wedge took Janson’s head in his hands and planted a kiss on his forehead.

Wedge gave Wes’ head a shake and solemnly intoned, “You’ll never know just how much you deserve that kiss. Dismissed.”

Janson irritably batted as his hands, then with a sour look at Wedge, did an about-face and left the room. They could hear him muttering under his breath, something about commanding officers going crazy.

As soon as he left the room, Wedge closed the door again, his shoulders shaking with laughter. As he rebuttoned his shirt, Ella found her shoes and socks and put them on. When Wedge saw that she had been bare-footed the whole time, he started chuckling again.

“Oh, shut up, you,” Ella said in a light voice.

Suddenly semi-serious again, Wedge said to her, “You know that in a few hours, the whole ship will know about us, right? There’s nothing short of lopping his head off that will prevent Wes from spreading this. Matter of fact, he’ll probably start with Han.”

Saucily cocking her head at him, Ella replied, “I don’t mind. In fact, anytime you’d like to pull off another mutiny, I’d be glad to participate.”

A seductive smile spread across his face and darkened his eyes. “Well then, if you don’t mind being seen in my company, let’s go face the music.”

Affectionately throwing an arm around her shoulders, Wedge guided her out into the hall and said, “Shall we rejoin or sabacc game? I believe you have some of my money, one-who-looks-like-Ella, and I would like it back.”