After the Vows

After the Vows


As inexperienced as he still was with the Force, Corran could feel the same joy and excitement he was experiencing radiating off of Mirax in waves as they drew apart slowly from their kiss. For a brief moment he rested his forehead against hers, willing himself to believe what had just transpired.

Pulling away from the woman in his arms enough to turn his head, he glanced to his side and found Wedge smiling at him, and soon Tycho and Iella were hugging and congratulating both of them as it settled in his mind that he was really and truly married to Mirax now.

After a few more moments of happy hugs and handshakes, Wedge glanced at the chrono on his wrist and frowned. “As honored as I still am that you asked me to do this, Tycho and I have a meeting that we haven’t prepared for in…” another glance, “twenty-eight minutes, so we need to get going.” With a final tight hug with Mirax and a firm nod to and handshake with Corran, Wedge exited the observation deck they occupied, closely followed by Tycho after similar nods to both of them.

“I’ve already been evading Cracken without explanation to be here, so I need to meet back up with him and sort out some final details about the reports I’ll be filing over my involvement with the Ashern,” Iella said as she hugged each of them in turn. “I’m sure we’ll all be celebrating this with the whole group later, and you probably want to be alone anyways,” she added with a teasing note as she made her way to the door. “Try not to be late to Wedge’s little party after that meeting of his; Booster’s going to be angry enough with you as is, so do everything you can to make yourself look better, Corran,” she said as she filed out the door.

“I sincerely doubt our timely arrival to Wedge’s gathering will have any effect on Booster’s opinion of me,” Corran muttered as he took Mirax in his arms once more. “Especially now.” Dipping down, he captured her lips in a sweet kiss and reveled for a few moments in their closeness, the warmth of her body pressed close to his.

“I don’t think there’s anything my father can do at this point,” Mirax said saucily as she linked her arms around Corran’s neck and pulled his head down to hers. After a few moments the kiss turned decidedly hotter and Corran found himself dragging Mirax as tightly against him as he could while she clung to him fiercely. “Go lock that door,” Mirax mumbled against his cheek as she tried to maneuver them closer to the door controls. “I don’t want any interruptions.”

With a heady chuckle, Corran complied with her request, his hands clumsy over the controls the first few tries before he finally heard the chime that told him he’d succeeded. “Aren’t we starting a little early on this wedding night thing?” he asked as he drew his wife close once more, his hands splaying along her sides as he brought their lips together.

Hauling back enough to meet his eyes, Mirax looked at him seriously as her hands cupped his jaw, directing his face down at her. “Typical CorSec, as usual, making assumptions,” she said with a thick chuckle. “This isn’t the wedding night at all, that’s for later. This is your wife needing you right now and feeling incredibly turned on by having just called herself ‘your wife’ for the first time.” Kissing Corran fiercely, Mirax directed them to one of the mounted seats that occupied the room and settled Corran in it without breaking their kiss.

With desperation akin to their time spent together directly following their respective returns from the grave after Corran escaped the prison aboard the Lusankya, Mirax let her tongue meet his and the two each sought to devour the other while her fingers fisted lightly in his hair.

Balancing carefully against her husband, Mirax brought her knees up and squeezed them into the confining chair on the outsides of Corran’s thighs, the fit snug but not painful.

Settling into Corran’s lap, Mirax let her hands resume wandering, releasing his mussed hair in favor of looking for the most convenient fasteners on his green flightsuit. His own hands seemed permanently bonded to be curve of her bum, trying to press her ever closer while they paused from their heated kisses only to breathe before locking their lips once more.

After a particularly electrifying brush against Corran thanks to his insistent hold on her, Mirax broke free from kissing him in the form of a needy whimper, joined by a thick groan from Corran when she ground her hips against his again in an encore of the delightful sensations.

“Open this thing, now, love,” Mirax managed to say, her voice husky with want as her words were swallowed in another kiss. She tugged incessantly at the front of Corran’s flight suit as their lips opened and sealed around their dancing tongues time and again before finally conceding that she had to look at what she was doing; it was either that or get her husband to help undress himself in place of kneading her sensitive flesh with his eager hands. While neither solution was particularly desirable at the moment, one or both was going to be necessary.

Pulling away from Corran, their lips just the barest of distance apart, she found herself staring into his bright emerald eyes, the color swallowing her as she lost herself for a few seconds before finally speaking once more. “Suit. Off. Now, Corran,” Mirax demanded as she crawled off the chair, her fingers working her way up the suit from the bottom as his own started at the fasteners nearest his neck and working down to join hers near his navel.

His flightsuit opened to Mirax’s satisfaction, she brought her hands to rest against his stomach, her fingers crawling under the thin shirt he wore beneath the green suit to dance along the tight muscles there, a smile appearing on her full lips as she felt the muscles clench beneath her fingers tips. As Mirax continued her exploration, Corran fought with the suit’s sleeves until he had his arms free, the pair pushing the suit to his waist in a joint effort before Corran moved to pull his wife against him once more.

Laughing gaily, Mirax skirted out of his reach and shook a finger at him before resting her hands on her hips, staring for just a moment at the man before her. Short jokes he may get aside, it was undeniable that Corran Horn cut an attractive figure, soft skin over strong muscles that Mirax’s hands were itching to touch again. “I’m not done with you yet, CorSec, not by a long shot. I just got that blasted thing open – so sit still and enjoy the ride.” Stepping back into his range, she took hold of the suit bunched at his waist and tugged downward, daringly grabbing the hem of his shorts beneath the suit as she went.

Obligingly, Corran lifted his hips off the seat for his wife as she pulled, and soon he found himself bared to his ankles when she settled back against him after tugging off his shirt and dropping it behind her on the ground. Her small hands gripped the sides of his face as she kissed him deeply, Corran putting up no resistance as his fully-clothed wife ground herself against his naked lap while trying to devour him hungrily.

Finally forming the sense to try to undress her as well, Corran was only able to get the top half of her jumpsuit open before Mirax situated herself out of the reach of his hands, her feet meeting with the floor again as she began kissing down his clavicle, sucking in a circle of skin that he knew would leave a hidden mark beneath his clothes after this little adventure was over.

His hands rested on her shoulders, just about to trail down her arms when she changed direction suddenly, her fingers encircling his erection and giving a slight tug. She smirked up at him saucily but the image was wasted on Corran as his head dropped back and a deep pleasured groan echoed through his chest, his eyes closing of their own accord.

Thumbing the tip in a few circular stroked, Mirax watched Corran’s face in delight as his breathing sped up and his mouth dropped open, slowly beginning to pant as she resumed stroking with varying pressure and speed as she went. His fingers tightened on her shoulders in response to her own doing the same around him, and she leaned forward to press a kiss against his lips – what was to be a quick peck soon melting into a frantic lock broken only by his clumsy attempts to breathe while trying to keep his senses as much as possible. Incomprehensible moans met her ears as Mirax drove her husband higher, slender fingers providing sweet friction against his sensitive skin.

Corran made a few attempts at removing his wife’s jumpsuit while their tongues continued to mesh in opened-mouthed kisses but made little progress, his hands having lost most of their motor control under the onslaught of pleasure and sensation flooding his brain. It had been far too long since they’d had the luxury of alone-time and safety for this sort of thing, and Corran was quite content with Mirax’s method of making up for lost time. He was about to make a quip to that effect, scrounging the sense of mind to do so, when his wife surprised him once more and sent his brain reeling again.

He knew in the back of his mind that he made some sort of completely inarticulate sound that was a strange hybrid of moan, gasp, and scream when he felt her lips circle around him and sink down, the liquid velvet of her tongue enticing and warm as she laved at him in long strokes. He felt Mirax chuckle – whether at him or something else he didn’t care – and tried to fight the natural desire of his hips to grind upward into the tempting heat surrounding him. Deceptively small hands held his hips in place as best they could, Mirax’s grip firmer than one would expect from a woman her size, but he still managed a few involuntary twitches upward into her waiting mouth.

Corran wrenched his eyes open and glanced down, nearly losing it then and there at the erotic sight of himself disappearing into his wife’s lips as she bobbed her bead down, her chocolate eyes meeting his as she did so.

Keeping their gazes locked, Mirax slowly dragged her way back to the tip, releasing him with a wet pop. She planted her tongue at the base of his length then ran it from root to tip, following the trail with one of her hands wrapped around him tightly, her fingers and palm gliding over his slick skin. Her lips encased the tip again while her hand resumed its pumping motion, and she hummed teasingly at him for good measure, all while staring him down with dark eyes.

She continued toying with him for what seemed like an eternity before her pace finally settled to a quick one clearly designed to bring him to the edge, bringing his head back once more as his fingers clutched blindly at the arms of his seat, the knuckles on Corran’s hands a ghostly white from tension.

Amidst groans and gasps, Mirax was able to pick out her name and the word ‘love’ time and again in the litany spewing from her husband’s mouth as he finally came, brought to be brink and beyond by her ministrations.

By the time his pulse had slowed from a thunder in his ears to a flutter against the cool fingertips of her left hand resting at his throat, Mirax had found her way into his lap again, her lips brushing against his temples in the softest of brushes as she swept his damp hair away from his forehead with her other hand.

“That was amazing, love,” he finally was able to mumble into her clavicle as he leaned his head forward to rest it against her chest. Her only answer was a smug ‘hmm’ that echoed faintly in his ears, pressed near her lungs as they were. “I think it’s time now to–”

Corran’s offer was cut off, however, by the sound of knocking from the other side of the locked door. Iella’s voice soon followed. “If you two love-birds are still in there, and I’m willing to bet a month’s pay that you are, you’ve got about seven minutes before Wedge wanted everyone down in the officer’s mess – so I’d start getting dressed again if I were you.” Her tone was teasing and jovial, and they could hear her laughing as her footsteps departed down the hallway.

Letting out a breath as a weak laugh, Corran brought his head up and looked at his wife with a wry smile. “Looks like you’re going to have to let me take out loan on paying you back for that,” he said. “Payment at a later time and all.”

“So it would seem,” Mirax said wistfully as she extracted herself from Corran’s lap, brushing one final kiss against his cheek as she stood and began closing her opened jumpsuit. With each fastener she closed, she willed her mind more and more to forget the fire settled in her belly that craved the man dressing before her. With some teamwork the pair got Corran redressed in record-setting time and were able to get their hair and clothes believably presentable before sharing a warm smile mixed a bit with frustration and apology and making their way out the door.

“You know,” Mirax said as they rounded the corner to the hallway that would lead them to Wedge and the others, “I’m going to hold you to that ‘loan,’ Corran.”

“I know.”

Pausing for a moment, she turned to look at him with the most serious face she could muster; giving the circumstances, it wasn’t very convincing. “And I’m scarier than my father now; I always get payment that’s due to me.”

“I know, love,” he smiled at her indulgently.

“And,” she began, approaching him and pushing him against the wall enough that they were pressed together, “you still owe me a wedding night.”

He stared at her for a few second before answering this time, his hands resting against her hips and leveraging her against him like before. “I know, love, and you’re getting fully paid back tonight, complete with interest earned during the evening. I promise.”

“You bet your bottom I am,” she said smugly, letting her hands drift to a position closely mirroring his, squeezing the body part in question playfully to make her point. “You do anything but, and you’ll be in trouble, mister.”

Hearing footsteps approaching from further back in the hallway, the pair moved away from the wall and joined arms, continuing their approach to the waiting gathering that Wedge had planned for everyone.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Corran said with a laugh as he and his new wife entered the room full of their waiting friends.