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Incendium	By : CrossroadAvarice Category: +S through Z > Star Wars: The Clone Wars Views: 3459 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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[Er...I realised that there was a spoiler for Ophion in this the first time around, so I tweaked it. Hopefully it skirts around it as much as it can...kind of iffy, but I like it all the same. :P Also, the title for this makes more sense in the context of the actual fic, which will be on FF. :)]
A's head was pounding as she tapped at the datapad, though she paid it little attention as her eyes slipped down the scrolling lines of text. Despite the near-tranquility of the room, A could not find peace. Not her thoughts would not grant her such a luxury. A luxury that, even if she had been offered it, she would not have been able to take it. Not right now.
A did not turn as the sound of stirring began on the couch, the movement stilling before there was a careful call of her name. "A?"
"I'm here," she called, and looked up as Fives stood from the couch. He'd fallen asleep on it last night, and A had neither the heart nor the strength to wake him up and help him to the bed. The bacta patch on his cheek was peeling off, though it had not been done under the most professional of circumstances anyway. With the way that she had been last night, she was honestly surprised she'd been able to get treat the wound at all.
The crisp white shirt and ironed pants were not so crisp and ironed anymore, rumpled from him sleeping in them. That was not all, however, and A's eyes flicked to the crimson stain on the left cuff before sliding her gaze back up. Fives was watching her, frown tugging at his mouth. "How long have you been awake?"
A turned back towards the datapad, but her hands did not touch it. "Long enough."
"You mean you haven't slept at all." It was not an inquiry, but a statement, waiting for confirmation. It was not needed, however, as A's silence said it all. Fives sighed and lifted a hand, dragging it through his hair before he approached. "A, I know--"
"Don't." A cut him off, staring pointedly at the datapad. "Just...don't."
Fives was silent for a moment before he spoke again, words making A tense. "She wouldn't want you to do this to yourself, A." It was a statement based largely on what he'd heard of Ophion from A, and he watched as A tensed further, expression unreadable. He expected her to lash out, to call him out on the fact that he'd never known Ophion as she did. Her shoulders slumped, however, hands rising to cover her face. A sighed.
"You're right," she murmured, pressing her fingertips to her forehead, "I just...I need to do something."
Fives approached the chair, placing a hand on A's shoulder. The skin was smooth beneath his touch, muscles tightly wound with stress and tension. "You need to relax," he told her, lifting his other hand to place it on the opposite shoulder before he pressed down gently. "Relax."
Fives did not have much experience in the way of massages, though he knew enough from working the kinks out of his own shoulders. His fingers kneaded with uncertain pressure, gaze focused upon her face for any sign that he was hurting her. A's eyes closed as her head leaned back, hum of pleasure vibrating low in her throat.
Her skin was cooler than his own, though the corded strength was not unlike his. She, also like him, had been trained for what she did, she knew nothing else. A hissed as he pressed against a prominent knot. "Ouch."
"It'll sting a bit," Fives answered and A said nothing more as he kneaded at her shoulders. A part of him said that this was the most he had ever touched her, and Fives stifled a groan at the image that it produced. It did not help that A sighed as he eased the tension, or the hitched breath when he touched a particularly sensitive knot.
Parting from her shoulders, Fives fingers slid down A's arms, reveling in the faint twitching of the muscles beneath the soft skin. It was almost laughable, that a girl so well-versed in the art of 'kill or be killed' would have such soft skin. Skin that, the longer he touched, the more he wanted to see. All of it, unhidden by the silk-soft dress that she still wore.
"Stand up," he murmured, mouth dangerously close to A's ear. She complied wordlessly and did not protest when he turned her around, mouth landing on hers.
A's lips were not extremely soft, nor were they dry and cracked -- somewhere inbetween, with last vestiges of lipstick on them. His hands slipped from her arms completely, anchoring her hips against his. A's hands bunched into fists at his shoulders, curling into the fabric and wrinkling it further. He broke the kiss, pulling back to observe her expression. Lips parted and swollen, cheeks flushing and eyes half-lidded. "Fives--"
He chose not to answer, mouth claiming hers once more as his fingers splayed at her hips, thumbs running small circles on the inside of her hips. A's hips twitched in his hold, her breath hitching in a soft moan that he swallowed.
A was the one to break the kiss, head tilting back and exposing the column of her neck. His lips grazed the soft skin, nipping at the pulse-point just below her jaw and then down. A's hands unfolded from the fists that they'd made at his shoulders, sliding down the front of his chest and tugging at the buttons. Fives let her, intent on making a mark at the junction of her neck and shoulder.
Working the shirt away from his shoulders, Fives pulled away from A just enough to slide the fabric the rest of the way down before he returned, groaning as A's fingertips slid across his chest. One of his hands left her hips, sliding up the curve of her back to the zipper of her dress and pulling down, allowing the strapless crimson material to fall into a puddle at her feet. His mouth found A's again as his hands slipped up, sliding against newly exposed skin that shivered and twitched beneath his touch.
A tore her mouth away from his with a gasp as his thumb brushed against a taut nipple, her hips bumping against his straining member. Groaning, he slid a hand back down to anchor her hips, the other teasing and toying with her breast. Lowering his hand back to her hip, his lips nudged hers as he lifted her up, her legs hooking around his hips and pressing uncovered heat against him.
Unsteady steps took him to the table still strewn with weaponry that had been pulled apart for cleaning, a sweep of his hand clearing space to place A as he leaned over her, one hand still on her hip while the other supported his weight. A arched as he bucked against her, her hands curling against the surface of the table before they lifted and pressed against his chest, sliding down the the light scrape of short fingernails and stopped at the top of his pants.
Her need-darkened green met his hazy gold, and A's mouth twitched in a small, breathless smile before she tugged, loosening the belt that jingled as it came undone, allowing him to slide the fabric of his pants down.
Hands finding A's hips, Fives ensnared her mouth as he slid into her, sinking deep into her welcoming warmth. Her walls flexed and squeezed him, making him groan as he slid back and then forward, a slow tempo that slowly increased, encouraged by the open mouthed cries of the blonde beneath him.
A's hands slid down his back, leaving pink lines in a claim that Fives returned, biting her lip as A tensed and arched, her heat clamping down around him and rising in temperature. Fives' hands tensed at her hips as his body answered the call of hers. Muscles no longer able to support himself after such a satisfying release, Fives fell back onto the floor, pulling A with him.
The collision was not hard, though his arms curled around her anyway, holding her against him. Her heart-beat thrummed in a tempo similar to his own, and he turned towards her. "Sorry," he murmured, eyes finding the split of her lip that his teeth had caused.
A smiled as he drew a thumb against it, her lips touching the digit in a soft kiss, accompanied by a twitch of her hips that made him groan. "Certainly a way to relax," she murmured, humor evident in her tone.
He couldn't argue that, and Fives lifted a hand to thread it through the short blonde locks of hair. "You still need to eat," he told her, "and then rest."
A blinked and then smiled, leaning down to touch her lips to his. "I think," she murmured, adjusting herself so that she was perched atop him, hands on either side of his head, "that can wait. Don't you?"
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