Who Loves

Title – Who Loves
Author – beentold
Rating – NC-17
Keywords – Jaina, Zekk, Jag, M/F, WIP, smut/lemon
Summary – Jaina thought she was happy with Jag, but a chance encounter with Zekk changes everything.
Disclaimer – Not mine.
Notes – I can’t help it – at some point there will be some plot in this. Chapters one-three only have a plot when read together, separately they’re just smut. Chapter four shows plot development, as do all subsequent chapters. So far all six chapters have at least some smut in them! :-D

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Jag had been gone all week, there was still another week before he would be back, and Jaina couldn’t help but feel frustrated by his absence. He was away more than he was here these days, and the nights without him were long and empty. Moreover, other than just being in his bed, she missed him during the day, too. He had been a constant for her, even when she had tried to push him away.

Right now, she was certainly missing his physical presence keenly. It was well into her current sleep cycle, but she couldn’t relax enough to rest. She kept imagining Jag’s mouth on hers, his hands sliding across her body, teasing her in the most delightful ways, his body in hers making her feel…

Growling, Jaina rolled out of bed. It was clear she wasn’t going to get much sleep like this. Maybe a workout would help, and then maybe she could make a holocall to her boyfriend tomorrow. He’d be deep asleep now, as it was nearly time for him to rise, but if she caught him just before bedtime, maybe they could find some relief over the holo. She’d never done that before, but then she’d never felt quite this desperate before.

Jaina pulled on an old set of clothes and couldn’t help thinking about how Jag would taken them off, the way his eyes would darken at the sight of her skin being revealed. She clipped her lightsabre to her belt and couldn’t help but be reminded of a part of her boyfriend’s body that wasn’t all that dissimilar in shape. Oh Force, this is going to kill me…

The young Jedi hurried down the darkened corridors to the training rooms that were set aside for any Jedi who were on world and needed a workout. For the first time, Jaina wondered if any other Jedi used them to try and relieve the same tensions that she had.

As almost everyone who was likely to use these rooms would be asleep right now, she wasn’t expecting to collide with anyone’s chest as she hurried to a room. Strong arms reached out to steady her, and she could feel that the other person was just as surprised to see her as she was to see him. Obviously, he’d expected this area to be empty as well.

He? Oh. Jaina looked up to see the familiar features of Zekk, her one time best friend and the man who had been the first one she ever…flushing, Jaina looked down. On Hapes they’d very briefly had an encounter before he’d left her and it wasn’t something she needed to be reminded of right now.

“Jaina?” Force help her, but his voice did funny things to her already unsettled innards, and she couldn’t help but remember what it sounded like in the throes of passion. A tendril of of something a little darker wound itself through her as she remembered she was only supposed to feel this way about Jag.

“What are you doing here, Zekk?” she asked, her discomfort, and slight guilt, making her words harder than she’d intended, and his jaw tightened in response.

“Same thing you are, Goddess. A work out. Excuse me.” The other Jedi moved to push past her to get to one of the rooms, and his body brushed against hers, sending little tingles of heat through her body. He had started to open one of the doors when she stopped him.

“Wait, Zekk, I’m sorry, this isn’t about you. I came here because I couldn’t sleep, I didn’t expect to see anyone else.”

“An apology from a goddess, I should feel honoured,” his words came out light and teasing, and even in the dim light she could see his eyes dancing.

“Watch it, you,” she growled, falling back into familiar pattern of banter from their childhood.

“Would the Great One like to spar?” He was laughing at her, she could tell, even if there was only a slight evidence of a smirk on his lips. Beautiful, lush lips that she wanted to press her own against, slip her tongue between…Almost crying out at the desire flooding her, Jaina worked double time at her shields so he wouldn’t sense exactly what was going on.

“Sure, why not?” she answered, feeling as if she was playing with fire, but unable to stop herself. The memories of Zekk in his work out clothes, and what he looked like, the way his muscles bunched as he moved, was too enticing.

“Well, lead on,” he told her, holding the door open for her to pass.

Jaina straightened her shoulders, tightened her shields and didn’t look at him as she walked into the room, trying to avoid touching him.

Once they were inside the room the lights brightened, and both Zekk and Jaina took off their outer layers. Jaina couldn’t help but let her eyes linger on his well-shaped body that was evidenced even through his short-sleeved shirt. If Jaina had to comment, she might have said that it looked like he’d being doing some work since she’d last seen him.

“Like what you see?” Jaina felt heat spread through her, and it wasn’t all from embarrassment, as her eyes flew to his face.

“I could ask you the same thing,” she said as she noticed that his gaze was not quite on her face, but just a little lower. Red appeared on Zekk’s cheeks in response.

Not bothering to say any more, Jaina twisted slightly, moving her upper body, giving him a better view. Then smirking she dropped into a warm-up routine. There was a long pause before Zekk did the same. Round One to Jaina Solo – and they hadn’t even started sparring.

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“Point,” said Jaina as she levelled her lightsabre at Zekk’s neck. Teasing, she held it for a moment before letting it drop, switching the blade off as she did so. The score was currently 3-2, to her.

The edge had been taken off her frustration a little, but she was still so very wound up. She couldn’t help but be turned on by the body of the man opposite her.

“Again?” asked Zekk as both of the went for their drink bottles, and still a little out of breath, Jaina nodded. At the rate they were going, neither of them were going to get any sleep tonight. However, despite everything, Jaina was enjoying herself. Sparring with Zekk was fun, and the view, however tantalising, was very, very nice.

“You just don’t like to be beaten by a girl,” she said, laughing.

“No. I have no problems being beaten by a girl, but I do like to think that I might equal the great Yuuzhan Vong deity, Jaina Solo, with a lightsabre,” he answered, just as amused, but with something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. When his eyes swept her body, and the way her clothes clung to it, however, she thought she might have an inkling.

That was when he removed his shirt. For a moment Jaina’s heart stopped, and she forgot how to breathe. When her body started up again, she had to fight the urge to jump on him and take him right there on the training room floor. She was right, he had been working out, and it was evident in the way the muscles played under his skin. Before he’d been nice, but now he was amazing. She wanted to put her hands and mouth all over that body.

He’d been facing away from her, putting his shirt in his bag, and as he turned back to her, she turned away, not wanting him to see the thoughts that were probably dancing across her face right now. As she did so, something occurred to her, something naughty, but considering the man who was standing across from her wasn’t wearing a shirt, it was completely fair. If she was going to be distracted by him at every movement, he should be distracted by her. Besides, she was hot.

Jaina removed her shirt. Underneath, she was wearing a black sports bra that certainly revealed more than it hid, especially as the tips of her hardened nipples were visible through the fabric. She knew she had a good-looking body, one that was well-toned from the life she led as a pilot and as a Jedi. The startled gasp behind her let her know she’d hit her mark.

“What are you doing?” Zekk, and she had to admire the way his voice was almost even. Still it sent pleasant little shivers up her spine.

“I’m hot, isn’t that why you took your shirt off?” she asked, as innocently as she could.

“Uh, sure.” She could hear him shift uncomfortably.

Despite the games she was playing, Jaina was not quite prepared for the look for desire she saw in his eyes when she turned to face him. The answering flash from her own body was less shocking, but just as disturbing. The sense that she was playing with fire came back in full force, spreading heat from her core out to the very tips of her body. For a minute, she was tempted to put her shirt back on, but then her resolve hardened, and she raised her sabre, switching it on.

“Ready?” she asked.

His gaze cleared at the challenge. “Whenever you are.” He grinned and took the first strike, darting in.

Jaina had been too focused on the way his abs rippled, and was nearly too late to parry his thrust. His grin broadened as he realised she was distracted, and he pressed his advantage. Jaina forced her eyes off his belly, and began deflecting his blows. However the momentary lapse had cost her and she would have to work to get off the defensive and be able to attack.

Twisting outside his reach, Jaina danced back, and then forward, before flipping over his head, and from the way his eyes followed her she knew he’d had an interesting view. This time, when she landed it was him that was off-balance, and distracted. Now in the stronger position, Jaina moved in on him, getting closer, taking away some of the freedom of movement, but knowing she was that much smaller and had that much more flexibility in the situation.

Suddenly, he twisted his blade and put a lot of pressure on hers, leaning his weight into the fight. Under the circumstances, it was a dangerous move, but it worked as Jaina was pushed off-balance and stumbled back. Unable to catch herself, she fell backwards and landed with a thump. Zekk, with the sudden lack of resistance followed suit, landing on top of her.

Reflexes switched off their lightsabres before the whole accident ended very messily, but both were winded by the fall. For several seconds, Jaina lay trapped between Zekk and the training room floor, trying to catch her breath.

As air came more easily to her lungs, she became aware of his body pressed along the length of her own, and the way with both their gasps for oxygen rubbed them together slightly, sending waves of desire and need through her. Then she felt something hard against her leg, and recognised it for what it was. The man above her was very turned on, possibly by the events of the night, or possibly by the feel of her beneath him.

Zekk groaned, “Jaina.” His eyes met hers and the sensation of desire doubled. Jaina’s breath caught, in her throat and the planet stopped spinning.

“Zekk,” she whispered, hoarsely.

When their lips met, any concept that she might be betraying Jag fled her mind, and she lost herself in the man above her. The kiss was demanding, hard, and arousing. Jaina slid her tongue past his lips, duelling in a way not too different than they had with their sabres. The two adversaries broke for air, and then rolled so she was on top, mouths crashing together again, hungrily seeking one another.

Slowly they found a rhythm, as the hot organs in their mouths stroked and caressed each other. They rocked together on the floor, his hardness rubbing against her softness through the clothing they still wore, creating a friction that brought moans of pleasure into each other’s mouths. She slid her hands up to his hair, releasing the tie that bound it, so she could run her fingers through the silky strands unhindered. Unconsciously, he massaged her waist in a way that she knew he had remembered she enjoyed from their last joining. His fingers found a particularly sensitive spot, causing her to throw back her head with a cry of pleasure.

Zekk used this opportunity to angle himself to her neck, kissing and sucking on the skin he found there. He worked his way around to her ear and when she tilted her head, he took hold of her lobe in his teeth gently.

Jaina, moved her hands down from being tangled in his hair to his chest, where she found his nipples. Running her finger tips over one, around it, brushing across it’s tip, she took it and squeezed it lightly, causing him to stop his ministrations momentarily to moan, his head thumping hard back against the training mats. In much the same way as she had while they were sparring, Jaina used this little distraction to change position, moving her mouth down to replace her fingers. All the while she was incredibly aware of the way his body responded to hers, and she revelled in it.

Lost in tasting his skin, she didn’t notice when he stiffened minutely under her, or maybe she just thought it was in response to her mouth teasing him. Certainly his hands gripping her arms meant nothing until he lifted her off him and dumped her on the floor.

Stunned by the change of events, Jaina took a moment to wonder what had just happened, by then Zekk was over by his things, fumbling with his water bottle, and emptying the contents over his head. From where she was sitting, Jaina could see the way he was trembling, but his back was to her, so she had no idea what was crossing his face. Around him, the Force remained shuttered, but even that couldn’t keep the traces of lust and desire from swinging between them.

“Zekk?” she asked, marvelling at the huskiness of her tone.

“I’m sorry, Jaina,” he said, not turning around, and there was a lot of pain in his voice. “I shouldn’t have let that happen.”

“Why not?” she asked. “I wanted it, you wanted it, what’s wrong with that?” Force, why did he have to do this now? All she wanted to do was throw him on the floor, herself on top, locking their bodies together until they both screamed with release.

“You have a boyfriend, Goddess, one you happen to be in love with.”

Guilt flared through her again. Yes, she was frustrated, yes she just wanted something to help her relax long enough to get some rest, but she was with someone else, and Zekk was right, she was in love with Jag. At the same time, the feelings Zekk had invoked in her moments ago had been so wonderful she was unable to resist what she did next.

Walking up behind him, she slid her arms around his waist, hugging him from behind. Then she kissed his back, open mouthed, tasting sweat and water on his skin, enjoying the flavour of Zekk. Trailing her tongue up his body, she could just reach his neck, and she flicked little kisses along the join to his shoulder. He shuddered, but gave no other outward sign that what she was doing affected him.

On his front, she flattened her palms against his smooth, hard stomach and ran them up and down. Each sweep went a little lower until she brushed against the top of his pants, and then lower, over the bulge that pushed against the fabric.

“Jaina?” he asked, his voice low, and filled with need.

“Jag isn’t here tonight, Zekk, and right now I don’t care. I want you.”

Undoing the clasp that held his pants up, she slid her hands inside, seeking the part of him that was responding so well to her body. When she had the hard length in her hands, she rubbed it lightly, and felt him jerk. With her face pressed against his back, she grinned, and gave a mole she found there a quick kiss.

With a speed she didn’t expect, she found herself pulled around, and pressed up against the wall. Zekk was close to her as he had been when they fell. Before she could react, he had her bra off and had covered one of her breasts with the hot dampness of his mouth. His hands made quick work of her pants, and he pushed them off her hips, without breaking contact between his lips and her skin. When he moved over to her other breast, she stepped out of her pants, and nudged his over his hips. Then his mouth settled over her nipple, his rough tongue teasing it, swirling around it, making it ache with pleasure.

Groaning, Jaina clasped his dark head to her, not wanting him to stop, but also wanting him to go further. Between her legs she could feel a sudden warmth, and it drew her attention to the fact that she needed more than just what he was giving her.

“I want you inside me. Now!” she whimpered.

“Not just yet Goddess,” he breathed, moving his head up so he could whisper against her ear. “You want this, we have to do it properly.” Nevertheless, he brought his body against hers hard and she lifted one leg to wrap around him. Against her opening, his hardness brushed and both of them moaned with desire to fill and be fulfilled.

Zekk lifted her up, balancing her on his hips and bracing her against the wall. Jaina rubbed herself against him, causing bursts of pure pleasure to radiate through them both. Zekk’s mouth settled on her neck once again, and his hands were on her waist, massaging the skin, causing a trail of delight.

Slipping her hands between them, Jaina felt for and located his nipples, pressing against them with her thumbs, and then rubbing around them in circles. Zekk’s mouth left her skin in a wordless cry. His eyes met hers and clouded with desire, his pupils dilated. She bent her head and kissed him hard, her tongue tangling with his, twisting, fighting. When she pulled back, she couldn’t help the grin that settled over her features. He was panting, and she could feel the strain he must be feeling against the entrance her core.

“Ready now?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah,” he gasped, and without further thought from either of them, he thrust into her.

Pulling out, he slammed back into her, burying himself to the hilt, pulled out and thrust again. Each time drawing a gasp of pleasure from Jaina as her skin tingled and heat throbbed through her. Never once did they break eye contact, and Jaina dropped her forehead to Zekk’s, bringing them as close as she could.

“Zekk,” she panted.

“Yes, Jaya,” he answered, using her old pet name, and making her stomach do flip-flops.

“Faster.”

“As you wish.” His lips brushed against hers just softly. Then he moved in and out of her with increasing speed, pulling back and thrusting in hard and fast. Deep inside Jaina felt a knot of pressure building, and unconsciously she moved her hips, urging him on even faster, deeper. Breaking eye contact, she flung her head back as the pressure grew to the point where she thought if she didn’t climax soon she was going to explode. She was aware of nothing but the feel of his body against hers, in her, the sound of him murmuring her name like a prayer, and of the overwhelming pull of pleasure that was making her mewl with the need for release.

Then, like a dam breaking, she came, screaming the name of the man inside her. She clawed at his back as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through her body. Weakly, she collapsed against Zekk, who was still thrusting against her, still chanting her name. Through the Force she could feel his need for completion, the desperation that she too had felt.

Kissing his neck, she brought her lips to whisper in his ear, “Let go, now.” And just like that, he did. She felt hot liquid spill inside her, and heard her name on his lips, a hoarse, ragged cry that seemed to come from deep within him. His body shook, overcome with the rush of feeling, and the strain of exertion. Now he was using the wall to support them both, leaning limply against Jaina.

After a moment, he slid out of her, lowering her feet to the ground, and moving back. Without him holding her up, her legs wouldn’t support her and shaking she slid to the ground, her back still pressed against the wall. Beside her Zekk similarly collapsed. Hesitantly, he put his arms around her and drew her to him. His lips pressed lightly on the skin of her neck, but he made no further move as their breathing and heart rates settled back to their normal pace.

After a long while, and with their sweat cooling on their skin, Zekk’s arms tightened around her a little. “Jaya?” he asked.

“We can’t do this again,” she relied to his silent question. “Jag gets back at the end of this week. You said it, yourself: I love him.”

Zekk sighed, his chest rising at her back and his breath tickling her ear. The desire was tempered, but still present. Guilt settled in her stomach, but didn’t overwhelm her. She had been lonely, strung out and looking for something to take the edge off her desire. She had found something to do that, and she didn’t regret it.

“I know, Goddess,” he said tiredly.

“Do you regret what we did?”

“I never regret any time spent with you, Jaina, and if you ever decide that you want to spend a whole lot more with me, I’ll be here.”

Pulling away a little, she turned and straddled his legs, leaning forward and kissing him deeply. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Thank you.”

Together, they gathered their clothes and dressed themselves. Out of the corner of her eye, Jaina watched Zekk, and caught him watching her. They left together, and at the door, before they went out into the main corridor they kissed again. Then for long moments they just held each other.

“Bye Zekk,” she said softly, pulling away.

“Bye Jaya,” he whispered back with one last peck on her lips.

With that they went their separate ways

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