Another of my Rex/Brenna interludes. See the previous two for more info on this pairing. Enjoy!
Resolute III
Rex was tired.
It had required more stamina than it should have to make it from the showers in the barracks of the
Resolute to Brenna's cabin, but he was quite determined to spend the night with her as he'd promised. There were few pleasures in life that compared with falling asleep with the brown-haired woman curled up before him so that he could breathe in her scent, and it was always worth every effort on his part.
But still; the past day had contained a brutal regime of non-stop training, as General Skywalker had stepped up the number of daily drills that Torrent Company was to perform in order to keep casualties to a minimum while maintaining maximum effectiveness.
But all of that fled his mind the instant the door to her cabin opened to reveal Bren on the other side, dressed in a pair of boxer shorts that he must have left at some point during the past month or so, and a sleeveless shirt that clung to her shapely torso.
When she smiled at him and stood aside so that he could enter the softly lit room, a good portion of his weariness faded. When she closed and locked the door behind him, he felt his blood quicken a little, replacing the tired feeling with rising excitement at the knowledge that they had an entire night ahead of them – together.
When she kissed him, he almost forgot that he'd been tired at all.
Beneath his mouth, she gave a quiet murmur that sounded like his name, which always drove him a bit mad with desire; she knew it, too, and when they came up for air, when she began to help him tug off his body-glove, she said it again, with more urgency this time. Soon enough the body-glove was pooled on the floor beside her bed, and as Rex guided her down, he could think of nothing but kissing her senseless.
Well, that wasn't
entirely true, but he knew that in this circumstance, the kissing was most definitely a preamble to other things that he was very much looking forward to after a day of drills.
If only his legs weren't so kriffing sore...
Now that she was lying prone on the bed, Rex decided that she should be naked too, so he began to slide his hands beneath her shirt in order to bring about the desired end. As he did so, she caught his mouth in another kiss, pulling him close to her and to the bed, and preventing him from achieving his objective – not that he minded, of course, but she knew damn well how to distract him.
Normally this wouldn't have been a problem, except for the fact that right now, the more horizontal he became, the more his body cried out for a respite.
No, he told himself, skimming his hands over her nipples, savoring the way they beaded at his touch.
Now is not
the time for rest. You have much better things to focus on than lying down... But the moment his body touched the mattress, he was lost
. For a moment, Rex could only lie beside her, at once relishing the feel of being off of his feet for the first time in far too long, and mentally berating himself, because
now, of all times, was when he most wanted to be energetic.
Beside him, Brenna leaned over and kissed his chest, then met his eyes with her own warm brown ones, which were nothing so much as concerned. “Rex....you're exhausted.”
“I'm fine,” he replied, trying to ignore the fact that he couldn't summon the energy to shake his head.
She sighed, so he acquiesced and expanded on his condition. “Okay...I'm a
little tired. But I'm sure if I just rest for a few minutes...”
But even
he didn't believe his own words, and he tried to push back a flare of annoyance at his sorry,
shabla state.
However, a moment later Rex felt another soft kiss drop against his chest as the bunk shifted; that was when he fully opened his eyes in time to see her sitting up and moving on all fours in the direction of his legs, spreading them apart with a gentle touch. The feel of her hands lightly grazing his calves did nothing to quell his arousal – just the opposite, in fact – and he felt himself stiffen further as she regarded him. “Bren...what are you doing?”
Now she was positioned so that she was sitting on her folded knees between his legs; at his question she gave him an innocent smile. “Giving you a massage.”
Rex exhaled; he'd only grown harder at her proximity, and his frustration with his own legs' inability to do as he wished was not helping his patience with himself. As much as he wanted to throw her down on the bunk, strip her nude and plunge himself into her, his legs were far too sore to allow him to do much more than lie here, uselessly. “You don't need to...”
Even as he said the words she reached for his right foot with one hand and his left with her other, and began to rub her fingers along the arches, simultaneously kneading each side with just enough pressure to make his words trail off into a groan. Nothing, he was sure, had ever felt this good, though he had to amend the thought when she rubbed at his toes and again when her hands found their way to his aching heels.
“I know I don't
need to,” she said a few minutes later as she moved her hands to his ankles, her coordinated ministrations causing the joints to let out a pop. “But I
want to. You've had a long day...it's the least I can do.”
“But-”
“For goodness sake,” she sighed again, rubbing harder as if to emphasize her point. “Just relax and enjoy it, okay?”
In response, Rex let out a groan and his eyes drifted shut of their own accord. Yes, he
wanted to ravish her...but his legs really were sore, and the kneading motions she was now making into the weary muscles of his calves felt pretty damn wonderful...
Despite himself, he gave another, longer exhale as his body practically melted into the mattress beneath his back. He thought that he heard a soft chuckle from Brenna, but the haze in which he found himself sinking was rather nice, and her warm, firm fingers against his tired muscles were even better.
Perhaps he could rest for a little while and ravish her, later.
Brenna's hands shifted up to his knees, and Rex sighed again as she worked out the knots of tension that he'd accumulated throughout the training sessions. Her grip was stronger than he would have thought, especially considering she was working both knees, one with each hand, but he welcomed her touch. Every muscle that she kneaded grew pleasantly warm, relaxing him more and more with each passing minute.
When she made her way past his knees to his thighs, he felt his cock stiffen a bit further; it hadn't quite given up hope yet, apparently, but some of his ardor had naturally faded the more relaxed he'd become. Now, though, with her fingertips so close to his shaft, he felt heat filling the area once more, and he let out a quiet, wordless murmur of pleasure. Of course he
wanted to reach for her, at least to kiss her lips or give her some other indication that he welcomed and appreciated the effect she was having on him, but he was too relaxed to do much more than shift his hips.
The kneading continued up his thighs, and Rex struggled with the conflicting feelings of becoming more excited with each moment, and the fact that he seemed incapable of doing anything besides lying on the
bunk. No matter that she didn't seem to mind, it was irksome that all of his energy had been spent earlier when it would have come in so much handier
now.
Perhaps she sensed the beginnings of his frustration, for she paused in her actions so that she could lean up and whisper in his ear. “Just relax and enjoy yourself, Rex. Don't worry about anything else.”
“Mmm...”
It was all he could say in reply. She actually giggled, then kissed his earlobe before moving back down to his lower body, where he'd already begun to miss the warm touch of her hands. Brenna spent several more minutes kneading his upper thighs, just a few tantalizing inches from his swelling cock; the combined sensations of being extremely aroused and extraordinarily relaxed were conflicting in his mind, and he shifted his hips again.
Then there was a light tickle of hair against his groin and thighs, and he gave a sharp inhale when he felt something very hot and very wet descent on his cock, followed swiftly by a delicious kind of tight suction that made his eyes pop open to watch what she was doing.
Eyes closed, Brenna was kneeling over him, her mouth wrapping around his length, her hair spilling over her shoulders and grazing his skin as her throat moved. Rex groaned again, his hips bucking forward involuntarily as his hands twined in the blanket beneath his back, because he couldn't help himself.
The shift from utter relaxation to pure, heady arousal was disorienting at first, but he welcomed the change, because
nothing in his life had ever felt so good as Brenna's mouth on his cock.
As he watched her, taking in the way that she was bent over his length, her lips moist and bright pink with friction, Rex wasn't sure what he wanted more: to pull her beneath him so that he could plunge himself into her core or to keep lying back and hoping she never stopped doing what she was doing; he could feel every inch of her mouth, her lips, her curling tongue along his head and shaft, and he murmured her name aloud.
At his choked words she gave a quiet
hmm that sent a delicious vibration through his cock, causing him to groan her name yet again and thrust his hips forward. The next thing he knew, one of her hands had shifted so that it was wrapped around the base of his length while the other reached for his sack; arousal had made the skin tight and rigid, and her slight, stroking touch made him gasp aloud. Pleasure spiraled through his entire body and he could feel himself succumbing to the feeling even as his hands continued to gather the blanket beneath him in a tight grip.
As she plied him, all cogent thought began to slip out of his mind, and he could feel an orgasm building within; there was an intense heat seeping into his balls, followed swiftly by the urgent
need for a release that pushed away all other desires.
When he came, he came hard. She did not relinquish his cock from the hot suction of her mouth until he had spent himself inside her and was still helpless and gasping her name. Once sat up, Rex could do nothing more than pant and watch her make her way back up to him.
As she smiled and stretched herself beside him, he noted a small drop of moisture on her lower lip. It was, he knew, a remnant of his orgasm, and Rex found the idea that he had – unwittingly –
marked her as his own in some way was incredibly sexy. It couldn't be helped; despite the fact that he was still catching his breath he
had to kiss her again, so he bent his head while also pulling her towards him, relishing the sweet taste of her breath.
To further add to the pleasure of the moment, she tasted like
him. It wasn't strange, though perhaps it should have been; rather, it drove him that much further back into a state of heady arousal, even causing him to begin to stiffen again.
Still kissing her, Rex encircled her with his arms because nothing was better than
this...except, perhaps, when she whimpered his name beneath his mouth and he felt her hips rock against his, her longing evident.
Rex deepened the kiss.
When they parted, he met her eyes and noted how her pupils were dark with arousal. “That was incredible,” he said, his voice still breathless. “But I wish I could have lasted longer for you.”
She smiled again, the wholly innocent kind that he loved because he knew it meant she was feeling decidedly less-than-innocent. Moments later, he felt the touch of her hand against his cock, stroking the length, coaxing him to swell further. Her voice was incongruously soft. “Did I say that I was done?”
His eyes closed and he exhaled again. “Bren...”
“You seem to have recovered fairly well,” she added in a deceptively conversational voice, especially when her fingertips sought his head, toying with the drop of precum that had appeared as she spoke. “Maybe you're not as tired as you thought.”
Before he could reply, before he could do anything, she slipped out of her shirt and the boxer shorts she'd still had on, and he allowed his eyes to roam across her body freely, because he could never look at her enough.
Extricating herself from his arms, Brenna sat up and knelt over him, positioning herself above his cock so that he could feel how wet she was, how ready and waiting for him she was. When he realized what was going to happen next, his own body responded eagerly, the genetically-granted stamina that all Fett clones shared serving a new, much better purpose than allowing him to make it through any damn training sim. Rex murmured her name again and she smiled.
When she slid herself down on top of him, he gasped aloud, and his hands reached up to rest on her hips that were already starting to rock against his own. Again, he was surrounded by
Brenna, surrounded by heat and throbbing skin. A moment later, he gave a thrust upward and was rewarded when she whimpered his name.
For several minutes, he focused on watching as her head tilted forward and her eyes closed in pleasure as she rode him; he watched her breasts bounce with each movement and thought that the sight was another thing that he would never get tired of. He watched her hair fall down around her shoulders and face, tangled and messy as she lost herself to pleasure. He watched as she impaled her beautiful body on his cock, again and again, and felt his control slipping as his arousal heightened and shut out all other thoughts.
When he arched his back to better fill her, Brenna let out another sharp gasp, then uttered the litany that was enough to drive him completely mad with desire: y
es, Rex...yes. As much as he wanted to say her name in reply, he realized that he was perilously close to finishing again – despite his earlier exertions – so he resolved to keep himself in check until he was certain that she'd found release, just as she'd done for him before.
It was not easy.
To distract himself, Rex tightened his hands at her hips and relished the feel of her sweat-soaked skin, holding her without impeding her rhythm. He thrust himself up again, managing to utter her name in encouragement as he did so, all while savoring the feel of her body rocking against his own. Soon enough, his efforts paid off as her movements slowed, deepened in intensity, and her back arched as she cried out his name as she was overtaken by her orgasm.
The sound was his undoing.
Rex groaned again as he felt heat thrust forward through his groin, through his balls; he released himself into her for the second time that evening.
For several moments she remained seated on top of him, both of them panting heavily as they recovered, until she all but fell forward onto his chest. Even though he could feel himself softening, she didn't move from her place, only rested her cheek over the place where his heart was; through her skin, he could feel the cadence of her own heart as the frantic beat began to slow. Sweat made her hair cling against her back, and he absently stroked it away so that she wouldn't be overly warm.
After a moment she tilted her face up to him and gave him a smile that made his heart pick up. “I couldn't wait any more to ravish you.”
He kissed her forehead. “Permission granted to ravish me any time.”
