X-wing Intelligence

The usual disclaimers apply. I am just playing with the characters…taking them out for an airing, so to speak. It seems to be the only way any of the younger ones get any, HUMMMM….recreation. All belongs to Lucasfilms, Michael Stackpool and Alan Allston, et all. Not for profit. This is in response to a request on an adult fan fiction site. Hope it stirs a little something in you.

This is written in a response to a challenge for more Wedge/Iella fiction. I make reference to a fanfic called The Christening. I got some of the ideas from another fanfic called The Wedding of Luke Skywalker. Thanks to those authors. There is no intention to rip anyone off, just some imitation as flattery. It was hard for me to be really authentic with the characters. They are not my normal choices, but I could not resist a challenge. Hope that I didn’t go too far astray.




X-Wing Intelligence

Wedge Antilles was feeling no pain as he keyed the entry to his apartment. Helping Luke Skywalker celebrate his last night as a bachelor had been great, and that Twi’ilek dancer had been over the top. If Mara had seen that one… Hells, if Iella had seen that one, he would be in a heap of trouble. He looked around for his wife. It was not often that they had an entire night without their daughters. He loved his children and enjoyed the family time, but there were times that it cramped his style. He was feeling somewhat frisky, and hoped that Iella had not had too much more to drink after the girls left the bar where the two parties briefly met. He walked through softly to the bedroom, and found that his lovely wife was asleep on the bed in only her red lace tap pants and camisole. Good, he thought, and bad. She always wore that particular outfit when she was really in the mood for loving, but she had fallen asleep waiting for him. He’d better awaken her carefully, or there would be HELL to PAY. He began by kissing the arch of her foot, and trailed up slowly to the back of her knee.

Iella giggled, “Gotcha flyboy. You thought I had fallen asleep waiting on you and you were going to be in a world of trouble.”

Wedge grinned, “Got Mara ready to be a Skywalker, did you? Did you tell her about ^wifely duties^?” They laughed together. It was a personal joke between them and the Corran and Mirax Horn about waiting until marriage to make love. Neither couple had made it past the second date.

“I have a bone to pick with you about that,” she said. Wedge was puzzled. He raised his eyebrows in question. “That day that we went out to lunch with Mara and the girls,” she began, smiling impishly, “we talked about the rumors about pilots.”

Dangerous territory here Wedge, he thought. “Which rumors?” he asked carefully. “About the size of their *equipment* being inversely proportional to the size of their spacecraft.” she said with a grin.

Wedge had to sit down. He thought only men talked about stuff like that. He wondered what had been shared about that rumor. He was rather well endowed, and the men whose wives had been at that meeting had occasion to see each other naked showering at times. He *sized up* about equally to the rest. Not that he *really* compared or anything. “What did Leia say about that one?” he asked cockily.

Iella smacked him gently on the arm and climbed on his lap. She kissed him open mouthed and hotly. He inhaled deeply and congratulated himself on being a lucky man. He began to massage her breasts through the camisole. As her nipples hardened, he kissed them through the lace.

She groaned and asked, “Do you want to hear the end of the conversation, flyboy, or do you want to get it on?”

He decided to prolong the loving a little bit. “Do tell, wife.”

She giggled and said, “Leia categorically denied that one, and Winter backed her up.” She laughed again as his eyes got big. “She lived with them after the twins were born, and he does tend to wander around wearing very little.”

Wedge was relieved. Tycho was a good friend, but so was Han, and he had brief thoughts of them fighting it out. Iella laughed hysterically, “You should see your face.”

Then she kissed him again. “I digress. The second rumor was that the number of kills equals the number of conquests. I shot that one to hell, and Winter and Mara agreed.”
He shifted under her, feeling his manhood growing just from the conversation and the fact that his lovely wife was sitting on his lap wearing very little. He loved his wife, and she was one hot little number. He kissed her softly and ran his hands through her hair. She purred in his ear, “Now to the bone I have to pick with you. I also found out that Corran and Mirax have christened his x-wing.”

He looked at her incredulously. “They did WHAT?” he yelped, “There is not room in there to change your mind, let alone make love.”

“Mirax said it was quite roomy and exciting.” she said with a light lick to his collarbone. She ran her tongue up to lightly tickle his ear, “Think that you can handle it, flyboy?”

Wedge gasped as her meaning began to sink in. “You want to…when, how…well, not how, I know that, but when?”

“You are stuttering, my dearest. Iella smirked as Wedge’s manhood suddenly blossomed at the thought of taking her in the x-wing. Is that excitement, or was Luke drunk enough that you had to take his lightsaber away? Want to try it?” she asked as she unbuttoned his pants and freed his burgeoning erection.

She licked him from base to tip and swirled her tongue around the head. He almost shot his load right there thinking of having her sex wrapped around his pecker in his x-wing. He groaned as she teased the sensitive head and threw his head back shouting her name. Iella drew her mouth off with a pop, and repeated, “Want to christen your ship, flyboy?”
Wedge scooped her up, and carried her to the comm station. He ordered the young private on night duty to prep his ship and put his droid in the socket. Gate had seen a lot of things while with Wedge. He was as adverse to a memory wipe as Artoo Deetoo was, and had saved Wedge almost as many times as the blue and white droid had saved Luke. He pulled Iella’s jacket off its hanger and helped her into it. She smiled at his eagerness, and followed willingly to the speeder. Wedge was glad that there was little traffic, as Iella had resumed her seat on his lap and was wiggling in a suggestive manner as she chattered about their upcoming activities.

“I don’t know if this counts, Wedge, I don’t have enough clothes on.”

He held her in place firmly, “If you are not still, there will have to be a rest period before any activities can commence. Stang, Iella, I am so hot for you.”

They had reached the hanger, and Wedge got out of the speeder first to distract the duty watch. Iella followed furtively, and slipped into the cockpit while his back was turned. Wedge told the youth that he just needed to complete his testing on the night scope just installed, and he would only be taking the ship to the first shield.

As Wedge climbed into the cockpit the young private thought he saw another person in there, but changed his mind as the General closed the canopy in his regular manner. He turned to go and shook his head. He knew that the Jedi Master and his friends had been celebrating tonight, and wondered if Antilles had ever been young enough to neglect his duty. Surely the General was not neglecting his very hot wife for testing the ship. The private thought again about the shadow, and wondered…maybe the General was not so old after all.

Inside the cockpit things were heating up. There was just enough room in the small fighter for both occupants to sit and still have room to control the ship. Iella told Wedge that Corran let Mirax fly. He growled that Corran was probably not as worked up at the beginning of their flight, and she needed to let him concentrate if she did not want to crash and explain their attire and accident to General Madine. She subsided and gave him the coordinates that Mirax had given her. Wedge quickly flew there and put the snub fighter gently down. Gate whistled a question, and Iella giggled as she read the screen in front of them, “We are going to check some schematics on each other,” she giggled as Wedge waggled his eyebrows.

“I think I know your specs by now, they are my favorite ones to check.”

Gate whistled again. He was sometimes mystified by human sense of humor. He wondered if Whistler would be able to shed light on this situation later when they had a chance to discuss their humans.
Iella turned to Wedge; she caressed his chest and stomach through his shirt. “I wonder if this is going to be easier because you don’t have a flightsuit on,” she purred as she untucked his shirt.

Wedge gasped as Iella ran her finger down his chest swirling his nipples on the way down. She kissed his neck where she had bared his collarbone, and then licked a path from there to his waistband. He marveled at her flexibility. As a former intelligence officer, she had to be fit, but he was unaware that she was still this supple. Her teasing drove him crazy, and he let his hands roam under her coat. He ran his hands up the sides, brushing the sides of her breasts on his way up to remove the sleeves from her arms.

Iella was nipping the skin at the waistband of his pants, gently biting the sensitive skin and then soothing it with kisses. Wedge gasped at the sensations that she was evoking even though he was fully dressed. She grinned and unbuttoned the waistband. Her hand dipped into the recesses of his underclothes, and freed his erection. He lifted his butt off the seat, and allowed her to pull his pants and underwear off and to the floor. He kicked off his shoes; thanking the Force that he was not wearing the boots he would have been if he had his flightsuit on. He had a brief flash to Corran and Mirax, and mentally congratulated his friend on his accomplishment. Iella sensed his distraction, and licked the tip of his erection. His mind was suddenly and pleasurably brought back to the present. He brought his hands up to caress her breasts. She drew in her breath with a hiss, and he tweaked her nipples gently.

Iella thought about what she wanted from her handsome husband. How long could she get him to stay on the edge? He liked to fly on the razor’s edge. Iella teased the slit of his manhood with her tongue, and found that she was incredibly aroused at their play. There was always the chance that they would be caught. She sucked his erection deeper into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the tip as she backed off. Wedge hissed his approval of her actions. He bucked his hips and she found herself on the seat with his kneeling between her legs.

Iella was not sure when she lost control of the situation, but she loved the results. Wedge kissed her with passion and desperation. His tongue swirled in her mouth searching for any taste of himself that remained. It was incredibly erotic, and Iella groaned into his mouth. She lowered her hand to his erection to continue his pleasure, but he stopped her and placed her hand on her own sex. She curled her fingers into her flesh, pleasuring her clit with slow gentle strokes. She gasped as Wedge entered her with two fingers and began to stroke in and out in time with her. He licked and suckled her nipples, driving her to sensory overload. She was the one on the razor’s edge now, and loving every minute of it.

Wedge felt his lovely wife begin to shudder and he stopped his ministrations. She glared at him. “What the hells do you think you are doing, fly-boy?”

“I want to make you scream when I finally allow you to climax,” he said, grinning. “You intelligence types have been driving us peons crazy for years, it is time for some payback.”

Iella opened her mouth to retort and found it filled with Wedge. He kissed her senseless, then trailed his tongue slowly down to her breasts. He spent some time kissing her, trailing his tongue around and around in concentric circles until he could nip at the sensitive peaks. He trailed lower to drill his tongue into her navel. Then with infinite care he kissed her thighs just below where she wanted him to be.

“WEDGE ANTILLES!!” she growled.

She could feel his smile as she grabbed his hair and directed him to her woman’s core. He inhaled and dived right in zeroing in on her bundle of nerves with precision born of practice. He knew just where and how to tongue her to get the maximum pleasure. She was one lucky woman, she thought, her husband told her time and time again that her pleasure was at least half of his. He really enjoyed making her writhe in delight. She felt her orgasm brimming, and wanted it to happen this time for both of them.

She bucked his weight off her and twisted around, forcing him to sit again in the pilot’s seat. She straddled his narrow hips again, and with a quick suck at his cock, centered herself over his manhood. She took his face in her hands, and looked directly into his eyes as she lowered herself onto his erection. They both inhaled sharply, and at the same time said, “I love you.”

Wedge thought he would really lose control as his wife’s hot, wet body sheathed him. He closed his eyes as she began to slowly work her wetness up and down his manhood. He wished he could find a way to be in control, but the angle was just not right, unless… Iella twitched her hips and his libido went into overdrive. With a sigh of pleasure Wedge surrendered to his wife’s ministrations. This would do after all, he thought, as he captured her lips in a searing kiss. She closed her eyes, and groaned with pleasure.

Iella loved being in control of the lovemaking this time. She usually let Wedge take control at a certain point in order to bring them to a climax, but she wanted to be the one to push them over the edge this time. He grabbed her hips tightly, and began to lift her up and down on his manhood. Iella put a stop to that with the simple locking of her knees. She grinned into his kiss, and he broke the liplock growling, “Gods woman, you will be the death of me tonight.”

Iella laughed huskily, the position she had stopped in was doing little for her control, as his hardness was poised at the thickest part, and she was really close to her orgasm. “BEG, flyboy,” she growled, “Intelligence demands respect.”

Wedge loved her try at dominance, but he was in agony for his release. He was not as against the hierarchy as say, Han Solo, but all fighter Jocks bucked authority automatically. He smiled evilly at her, and sliced his hands at the backs of her knees, buckling them, and impaling her on his cock. She gasped at the intensity of the sudden filling of her moist recesses. She slowly raised herself again, and dared him with her eyes to try that move again. He did. They both gasped this time… Would a third time be even better? Wordlessly she slowly straightened on shaky legs and locked her knees. Wedge took a deep breath, and collapsed her knees again. It was better and better.

Iella could tease him no longer, and began to work herself frantically on his pole. Wedge was not in the mood for games anymore either, and grabbed his wife by her waist. He helped her raise up and slam down on him, until they were both gasping and moaning. Iella felt her orgasm hit, and sank fully onto her husband shuddering, and sucking that one spot on his neck that had never failed her. RESULTS again!!

Wedge growled low in his throat as his orgasm ripped through his body. His head was suddenly too heavy for his neck to hold up, and he let it rest on the shoulders that belonged to his loving wife. Damn, she was sexy. This was a real treat for him. A chance to be young and impetuous again. Hobbie and Wes had been ribbing him for a while about being dull. Did he dare to tell them about this one, or would he keep this one a secret smile whenever they started in on him?

Iella took his face in her hands and kissed him gently on the lips, “The boys will be driven absolutely crazy by a smirk whenever they ask, if that is what you are thinking about.”

Wedge wondered if she was slightly Force sensitive, she read his thoughts so well. “Do you plan on telling Mirax?”

Just then he heard the whoosh of repulse-jets beside him, and gaped at his wife as Corran Horn’s X-wing settled down beside his. Iella just smirked and darkened the canopy for privacy.

“I think Mirax guessed,” she said, “or she just wanted to re-visit the experience.”

End