Like The Last Time

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'>TITLE: Like the Last Time

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'>AUTHOR: Stef

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'>PAIRING: Tycho/OFC [Sara]

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'>RATING: NC-17

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'>SPOILERS: None

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'>DISCLAIMER: I don’t own ‘em.
George Lucas (the God that he is) owns them. Darnit, I want TYCHO! *wails* Oh,
well, I own Sara Kilmartin and Sarek.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'>NOTES: Sequel to a
mini-series I am currently writing. This idea came and hit me on the head at
9:30pm, so am not sure how it turned out. Can pretty much be read as a
standalone. This is just another example of my inability to write a series in
any respectable order.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'>Tycho Celchu, Captain of
the New Repulic, second-in-command of Rogue Squadron wandered through the
corridor that housed the pilots' quarters. He stopped at one of the doors, and
pressed the buzzer.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> It was answered by a long-haired brunette, who appeared to have
too much unspent energy. "Captain?" she inquired.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "Hey, Inyri," he said. "Is Lieutenant Kilmartin
here? She was finished some reports for me."

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "Of course I'm here? Where else would I be?" Sara
Kilmartin said, holding out a stack of datacards. "All finished. I'm
particularly proud of the top one, Captain," she said smiling broadly. Her
short crop of light brown hair was pinned back out of her eyes, and her
flightsuit hung around her waist. Not the standard New Republic bright orange,
it was the black and silver of the Sarekan Aerial Military division, special
forces.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "Thanks," he said taking the datacards she offered to
him. "May I should get you to write up res mos more often. Lieutenant.
You're a lot quicker at it than anyone else around here."

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> She flashed him a wide smile - a smile that had only just
returned after the weeks following her attack on Coruscant. "That's
because I have better things to do than sit around moaning about reports that
need to be written up, sir."

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "Right." He turned around to leave, saying,
"Thanks again," then walking back the way he had come. He shook his
head.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'>When the door to their room
hissed closed, Sara flopped back onto the cot serving as her bed.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> Inyri Forge stared at her roommate.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "What?" she asked.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> Brushing her hair from her eyes, Inyri asked her, "Were you
just flirting with him?"

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "No."

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "Yes, you were."

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "I wasn't!"

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "Oh, of course you weren't." Inyri came and sat in
front of Sara on her bed.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> While Sara started braiding her roommates hair, she sighed.
"Okay, so I was. Who cares? Nothing's going to happen. I think he was a
little oblivious, Inyri."

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "Which is why he flirted back."

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "What!"

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "You heard me." She smiled. "So, any particular
reason you were writing reports for Tycho Celchu, New Repulic hero?"

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> Sara shrugged. "One of them was a self-evaluation thing.
Something to do with... with what happened." She grew silent for a long
moment. "The others were just standard reports for command."

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "That doesn't explain why you actually did them."

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> Behind Inyri, Sara rolled her eyes. Both heard a beeping sound.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> Inyri asked, "Yours or mine?"

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "Yours."

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "Damn." As Sara finished the braid, Inyri stood, found
her comlink and answered. Looking at Sara, she rolled her eyes. Finally, she
put it away. "I gotta go. Something about a simulator." She grabbed
up the things she would need, and headed out the door. "Oh, and in case I
don't see you later, you have the place to yourself tonight."

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> Sara shook her head. "Do I want to know?"

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "No." She was gone.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> Still shaking her head, Sara pulled on a long-sleeved top over
the singlet top she wore underneath her flightsuit. I might as well get
something to eat, she thought. At least there'll be company in the mess.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> Correct on the last count, she seated herself down next to Wes,
her wingman, at the table with Gavin and Asyr. At another table close by, Wedge
Antilles and Tycho were engaged in what appeared to be a deep conversation.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "Do you always walk around dressed like that?" Wes
asked her.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "Huh?" she asked, not understanding what he meant. He
pointed to where her flightsuit was tied around her waist by the sleeves.
"Oh. Sorry. It's an old habit from Sarek."

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> Wes looked expectantly at her.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "What? If I dressed exactly like I dress like on Sarek I'd
probably be court martialed." She rolled her eyes, and looked at the other
two pilots. "Would either of you like this idiot for your wing?" she
joked.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> Wes pretended to be hurt, while the other laughed. It didn't go
overly well, especially when he couldn't keep the wicked grin off his face.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> Noticing, Sara asked, "What's the grin for?"

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "I'm just imagining what the clothing must look like, if it
would get you court martialed." He sighed and looked dreamily. It was now
a running joke among the Rogues to see if Wes (the Ladies Man) could get
anywhere with his wingmate. So far, he had been a spectacular failure.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> Sara cuffed him across the back of his head. Then she became
serious. "Out of curiosity, does anyone know who Inyri is seeing?"

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> Asyr and Gavin shook their heads, but Wes' grin had returned.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "Thank you, Wes. That's all I needed to know," she
told him.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "Happy to be of service," he said, raising his glass
to Asyr and Gavin as the excused themselves. "Now, why?"

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> Venturing a look in the direction of the commander and Tycho,
she said, "Oh, no reason. I just have the place to myself tonight. Again.
I wanted to know where she was in case I needed to explain her absence."

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "Would you like me to come and keep you company?"

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "Wes, I love you for your piloting skills, not for
your bedroom skills. Don't you have a girlfriend running around somewhere on
this base?"

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> Pretending to deflate, Wes replied, "That cuts deep, Sara.
Really, it does."

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> Laughing, Sara listened to him mope about the latest loss of the
object of his admiration.

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style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'>That night, after using the
'fresher, Sara climbed into her night pants and a singlet top that she wore to
bed, and towel dried her short hair. When she'd finished, she opened the
suitcase that housed her personal belongings that she had brought with her from
Sarek. She picked up a rather old book - they still existed as print on paper
on Sarek, despite the introduction of datapads and holorecorders. Settling into
one of the chairs in the room, she curled up and began to read.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> She lost track of time, and was a few chapters into the book
when a buzzing sound cut through the silence. It took her a moment to gather
her wits enough to realise that it was the door ringing. Groggily, she stood,
and walked over to open the door.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> There stood Tycho Celchu. Smiling.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> Or rather, smirking.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "You going to invite me in?"

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "Depends." She returned his smirk, and his own
faltered slightly. "Is it going to play out the same way it does every
time you knock on my door?" He stared at her, and she sighed, letting him
through. "Inyri suspects that this is going to happen, you know?"

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> His only response was a slow, deep kiss that melted her insides.
Only slightly taller than the Sarekan woman, Tycho didn't have to bend far to
kiss her, and his hand cupped her chin, lifting her face to meet his. Her arms
snaked around his neck, and he moved his around her waist. For a few long
moments they stood there, like that, lost in their kiss.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> When it ended, Sara leaned her head against his shoulder.
"I am going to get into so much trouble for this," she muttered. He
chuckled into her hair, sending shivers through her body.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "You were the one who wanted to keep it a secret," he
reminded her.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "Well, yeah. First of all, we meet, and we sleep together.
The next day I get transfered to a squadron which has you as the
second-in-command," she laughed into his shoulder.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> He sat down in the chair that she had been using minutes
earlier, pulling her into his lap. "I nearly had a heart attack when I saw
you."

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "You had a heart attack?"

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "Oh, well, at least this time I'm not half-drunk," he
offered. She looked at him to see if he was serious.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "You weren't half-drunk!" she told him.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "Of course I wasn't. If I had been, I wouldn't remember
that you're ticklish." He started to tickle her sides, as she frantically
tried to scramble out of his lap. She succeeded only in hitting the floor. In
an instant he was wrestling with her, while she giggled as he found where she
was most tich.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "Stop it! Tycho!" She tried to roll over, but her
pinned her hands above her head. "No fair. You had the advantage!"
she accused him.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> His cool, blue eyes locked on her violet-blue eyes, and he leant
down and kissed her on the nose. She closed her eyes for a moment, and he began
kissing the side of her neck. She shied away as he kissed a ticklish spot
underneath her chin.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> Managing to get one hand free, she caressed the side of his
face, placing a lock of his hair behind his ear, before guiding his face to
hers. Kissing his mouth first, she sucked his lower lip for a moment, before
effectively switching their positions. He lay beneath her, and she effieciently
removed his top, running her hands along the smooth skin on his chest.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "Domineering, aren't we?" he teased her, as she placed
butterfly kisses across his chest. Their eyes locked once more, and she climbed
off him.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> Sitting up, he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her to
him, and she didn't resist. Once more the fell into a passionate kiss - both
careless and reckless. He picked her up as he rose from the floor, and carried
her to her bed. "Lieutenant, you're wearing far too much clothing -
compared to myself, of course," he told her, his voice husky.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "Of course," she replied. As he lifted her top, she
raised her arms, and he pulled it off completely. Then she pulled him on top of
her, their naked skin touching. As he continued placing soft kisses all over
her neck, and now her exposed chest, she felt his erection against her stomach.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> Working her hand inside his loose fitting pants, she began
stroking his shaft with a slow, deliberate motion. He moaned into her chest.
She pulled his face towards her own once more, seeing the agony of pleasure
plastered across his features. She stopped stroking him, causing him to
complain in her mouth.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> Withdrawing from the kiss, she said, "Patience and all
things." She removed his pants and then her own. Starting to slide her
panties down, he stopped her. She laughed as he tried to remove them with his
teeth. He looked up at her annoyed.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "I'm glad you find this funny."<

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> Pulling him back up towards her, her fingers caught hold of his
erection once more, and she rebegan her sublime torture. Soon, his hips began
bucking in time with her strokes.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> "I don't think this is fair on you," he whispered in
her ear, then covered it with feather-light kisses. Having completely resigned
the idea of removing her panties with his teeth, he settled for removing them
the traditional way. He slid two fingers across her opening, and she moaned
softly.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> Feeling himself nearing his peak, he pulled her hand from his
shaft, and kissed her stomach, his fingers still playing across her already wet
opening. He moved his way up her body, until his kisses were back on her mouth,
before asking her, "Are you ready?"

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> She nodded, unable to speak. The look in her eyes was pure desire,
and it matched his own. She wrapped her legs around his waist and slowly he
entered her, always watching her face. Her eyes closed in pleasure as he fully
penetrated her. Slowly, he began to move in and out. Her face was a mask of
silent ecstacy, as she began to meet his thrusts. As she felt herself reach her
peak, she pulled his face down, and moaned into his mouth, and he quickly
followed her over the edge. They both collapsed, bodies still entwined.

style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow"'> Disentangling themselves, they found a comfortable position,
holding each other, Falling asleep in each other's arms.

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