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Hush	By : CrossroadAvarice Category: +S through Z > Star Wars: The Clone Wars Views: 4790 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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[So...I go from Fives' "tension release/comfort-esque" shemx to Echo's "grateful to be alive/reassurance" schmex. ...it's also more detailed. Alrighty then. :) Also, I just realized that the snippet I gave earlier is not in this -- I couldn't work this around it, so that'll be in the actual stand-alone with them. :P And for someone who usually can't dive right into the shmex, I did it with this one because I didn't like any of the lead-ins I tried. So it's told in a flashback! :D Music helped this one along, the songs being Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy, Gravity by Sara Bareilles, Hush by Automatic Loveletter, and You are the Moon by The Hush Sound.]
Heart-breakingly gentle, fingertips whispered along the flat plane of her stomach and Ophion closed her eyes, the hand splayed at her hip keeping her from shying away. Her muscles jumped and twitched at the gentle caress, unused to such careful handling.
Warm lips followed the pathway that his fingers created, and Ophion's breathing hitched, fingers curling. "E-Echo--"
He hummed against her skin, golden-brown irises sliding up to lock with her own hazy blue. The words that she had meant to speak died in her throat, unable to find a voice for them as Echo turned his attention back to his task.
Her shirt had been unbuttoned and tossed somewhere on the floor, exposing her to him in a way that, had it been anyone else, Ophion would never have allowed. But, given the recent events, she had said nothing as his fingers opened button after button, and had encouraged him as the fabric slid from her shoulders.
His careful exploration of her body stilled at her belly button, hand sliding down join his other in anchoring her hips as his lips slid sideways, brushing a line of skin that was far more sensitive than the rest of her. Ophion was not a stranger to scars, having earned her own share of them in her line of work. She had not, however, known how sensitive they could be until now.
The scar stretched upward in a gentle arc that Echo's mouth followed with soft kisses, a gentle attention that had Ophion's heart stuttering in her chest and her eyes stinging uncomfortably as she shut them.
Ophion caught the high-pitched whine and crack of glass and turned, throwing herself at Echo. There was no time for a verbal warning, and they both hit the ground as the windows shattered and the lights exploded, throwing shards of glass and sparks everywhere.
It was not until the ringing in her ears had stopped that Ophion became aware of the searing pain that ripped itself across her abdomen, a choked murmur of something escaping her mouth as she rolled off of Echo, hearing the crunch of glass as she lay on her back.
The world came in flashes after that, of Echo's face and worried eyes, of his hands, pressing against her, and the red, red blood that stained his hands.
Echo's mouth stopped where the scar did, his nose brushing against the underside of her breast. "You could've died," he murmured, a low whisper of words that Ophion barely caught in her haze of warmth and word. His hands tightened at her hips, and the redhead caught the glimpse of self-hatred in bullion irises, an emotion that chased away the heat just enough for her to form coherent words.
"It wasn't your fault," she told him, "Echo--"
Echo, however, seemed to have had enough of words, stopping her in her tracks as he lifted his head and brushed his lips over a taut nipple. Ophion's head fell back, turning against the soft pillow as her hands clenched and unclenched in the sheets beneath her.
His name left her mouth on a breathy gasp as his mouth sealed around her breast, enveloping the sensitive tip in warmth. Her back arched and her hips twitched in his hold as he brushed his tongue over her nipple, teeth digging into her bottom lip in a flash of frustration that she quickly stifled. She wanted to move, to return the attention, but his gaze and hands prevented her.
It was a mutual need, his born from a need to confirm that she still lived, that she was real. It was a reassurance to herself as much as it was to him, and it was as sweet as it was heart-breaking. Never, not even in childhood, had she ever been treated with the gentleness and warmth that he treated her with. It made Ophion want to cry.
But she didn't, her breath stolen from her as Echo's mouth left her breast and he leaned up to press his lips to hers, mouth soft as it worked against her own. Her hands rose, placed tentatively against his shoulders. The soft murmur of approval against her mouth was enough to keep them there, grazing warm skin that clashed with her own.
Ophion wasn't aware of the fact that she was crying until Echo broke the kiss and a hand was laid against her cheek, thumb sweeping underneath her right eye as she looked up, blinking to clear her vision. Concern shimmered in syrup-gold irises, and her mouth twitched into a soft smile. "I'm fine," she murmured and leaned up, brushing her lips against his in reassurance.
They were good tears -- if there could ever be such a thing -- that came with the fact that at least someone would have missed her, had she died. Echo's hand slid down to the neglected flesh of her right breast, pinching and teasing the nipple in a way that had her gasping into his mouth, hands tightening on his shoulders. Fire coursed through her, a pooling warmth that centered itself somewhere low in her belly, a cord that tightened with each pass of his thumb over her nipple. Her breath came and went in light, airy gasps, coherency lost to the fuzzy haze that overtook her mind. Nothing else existed beyond the bed, no other person mattered beyond the man who hovered above her, his legs placed on either side of one of her own, his knee pressing between her thighs.
She could feel the press of him low against her belly, confined by the black pants that he wore. His shirt too had been abandoned at the start of this endeavor, and her hands slid away from his shoulders and across the expanse of his tanned chest, fingernails scraping over flat male nipples. Her mouth curved against his in a surge of feminine pleasure at the low groan it brought from him. Echo's mouth parted from hers, sliding to her cheek and then down over the curve of her jaw, teeth grazing her pulse-point and then down, past the junction of her neck and shoulder and to her collarbone.
His tongue dipped over the indentation of her clavicle, the hand at her breast moving to support him as he moved back, hand at her hip sliding sideways and down. Ophion's back bowed off the bed as his fingers slid against the sensitive entrance between her legs, a moan escaping her as he slipped his index finger past her entrance. Slick warmth tensed around the digit, her hips bucking as another finger joined, touching and toying with her. Ophion's breathing came and went in unsteady gasps now, hips rocking against his hand as the coil in her lower belly tensed, threatening to snap.
It was an edge that Ophion felt herself nearing, a hand sliding down to grasp Echo's wrist. "Stop," she gasped, feeling his fingers still. Echo's eyes locked with hers, a flash of hesitation flickering in the darkened depths. Ophion stared back, hoping to convey the plea that she could not voice at the moment, hips twitching against his hand. She released his wrist and his fingers withdrew from her quivering walls. He shifted, hands moving down to slide beneath her legs and coax them upward, her limbs hooking around his hips and pulling him closer to her. Her hips arched at the brush of his clothed erection against her pulsing core, a move that had him groaning her name and pressing his lips to her neck, hands braced at her hips.
"Please," she murmured when his mouth moved from her neck to claim hers, "please!" She rolled her hips, a plea that he answered as he pulled back, unhooking her legs from his hips just long enough to shed his pants before her legs were around him again, tip of him pressing against her entrance for a bare moment before he sank into her welcoming warmth, buried to the hilt. Ophion felt as though her body were short-circuiting, electricity racing up and down her veins, heart palpitating as her inner walls squeezed and flexed, urging Echo to move. Nipping at her lips, Echo's hips drew back and then forward. His tempo was a slow, gentle one, tamping down on an instinctual urgency and claiming her in such a gentle way that had Ophion's chest tightening with the urge to cry again. Echo's mouth tilted to claim hers more fully, a kiss that she returned with equal fervor as her hips rolled against his, tempo picking up. Her walls clenched and unclenched, fingertips sliding up and down his back, pressing against rippling muscles.
Some part of him brushed against an incredibly sensitive place within her when he thrust forward, the coil suddenly snapping as her back arched, eyes closing as pleasure threatened to shut her down, a pleasure that was joined by Echo's as he bucked against her, holding her against him with a call of her name. Every part of her felt like exposed nerves as Ophion began to settle back down, her breathing hitching as Echo rolled to the side, an arm slung around her hips to keep her against him. Warm skin brushed against warm skin, the heat welcoming as the sweat that covered her body cooled her. Shivering, she curled closer, muffling a moan into his chest when the movement shifted his member within her. His hand tightened around her, lips brushing against her temple.
Laying there, it was a handful of moments later when Ophion spoke. "Echo?"
"What?" His answer was a sleepy murmur, and Ophion's mouth twitched. She meant to tell him that she was supposed to have met up with A at least an hour ago, though it did not seem as though either of them were in a hurry to go anywhere. Dismissing it, Ophion exhaled softly.
"Nothing," she told him, and felt his lips press against her head as he tucked her closer. Ophion's fingers splayed against his chest as drowsiness swallowed her, the steady tempo of his heart lulling her into sleep.
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