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Inspecting the Troops	By : Snootiegirl Category: +S through Z > Star Wars: The Clone Wars Views: 30967 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own none of these Star Wars: The Clone Wars characters and make no money off the writing of this work. Star Wars is owned by Disney.

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A/N: reviews are greatly appreciated.

Chapter 2
"Captain?"
"Yes, Commander?"
"How's the range on this?"
"Looks good to me."
"Hold this, please."
"Yes, sir."
silence except for breathing
"Still good, Captain?"
Pause. "Yes, sir."
"Good. I'd hate to think that I'm not getting the hang of this. Or learning some new tricks."
Grunt. "Sir. Yes, sir."
In the Strategic Operations room, the Captain and his Commander were alone. He stood with his back to the holomaps and instead faced the immensity of space. He studied the little dots of light in the black canvas. He stood at parade rest, his helmet resting on the table behind him. Strangely, his posture was a little lax and his head lolled a little back toward his shoulder blades.
The Commander was on her knees in front of him.
Fully attired in his armor, the Captain held one important piece in his folded fingers resting on his hips. His groin shield. He had no need of a shield at the moment. In fact, the piece of armor would have been his greatest enemy. He let out another grunt followed by a deep groan of satisfaction.
The Commander pulled back a little to smile without taking chances of her sharp teeth damaging any of the Captain's skin. She wanted to term the dermis 'delicate' but couldn't quite bring herself to think of anything on his body as delicate. Sensitive would be a better word. Then she moved forward again.
Humming her own satisfaction, she continued to hone her skills with her Captain as her guide and sacrificial guinea pig. Not that he minded one bit. Experience was everything to him.
But she was interrupted before she finished by a prickle on the back of her neck. The Force told her that her Master was approaching their position, and more importantly, he was looking for her and for the Captain. She withdrew despite the protests the motion elicited.
"He's looking for us," she told the Captain. She noted the panic in his eyes. What else in this galaxy could make this man panic like that? She smothered a smile.
Standing before him, she took the armor piece from him, tucked him behind it, and patted it as if it was her pet. She looked upward through her thick lashes, and said, "Until later then, keep it safe for me, Captain."
He met her gaze and then squeezed his eyes shut to clamp down on his arousal. Only her promise of satisfaction to come later enabled him to do so. The General would sense his emotions if he didn't banish them as best he could.
They straightened themselves and turned back toward the map. Their discussion resumed from where it had left off when she had laid a small hand on his hip and pressed her breasts into his arm. She couldn't resist the little thrill that came with risking some activity in a semi-public area. It was just like their beginning yesterday in the training room.
The General swept into the room with all his own swirling emotions, as always impressing his Padawan with his lack of control over them. He stood on the opposite side of the map table and crossed his arms like his own Master.
"How did the inspections go, Captain?" he asked.
"Everyone passed with flying colors, sir," the Captain replied in his command voice.
"Yep," the Commander agreed. "Right down to the last man. The Captain even demonstrated some new skills I hadn't seen before. I learned a lot."
The General's eyes were clear of suspicion. Innuendo wasn't common coming from his Padawan, so he didn't recognize it when he heard it. "Good. Thanks for taking care of that, Snips," he replied.
"My pleasure. It's always good to have some one-on-one time with the troops, Master," she said. "What are you two doing in here? Have new orders come through?" the General queried.
"Not yet, sir," the Captain answered. "We were running through some drills the Commander wanted to practice. Be ready in the case of quick deployment or an extended campaign." He nodded in the direction of the Commander, giving her the credit of learning all that she needed in order to command the men in the General's absence.
Still oblivious and taking it all at face value, the General continued. "Good, Snips. I'm sure the Captain here is a good teacher. Probably better than me." The Commander and Captain exchanged a look at that statement. They both started to protest, but the General held up a hand to silence them.
"No, no. I know that sometimes I'm a little heavy-handed. I rush through things and don't always spend the intense time with you that it can take for proper experience, Snips. I'm glad that I have the Captain to back me up. He's a hands-on teacher and makes sure that his students are thoroughly trained," Anakin praised his Captain, and the Commander was the one who glowed. She looked up at the stoic Captain and caught a faint blush on his otherwise impassive visage.
"Yes," she seconded. "I've learned things from the Captain that I never would have from anyone else, Master." The blush deepened slightly.
"Well, I'll leave you to it, then," the General summed up, turned on his heel, and exited the room.
The Commander burst out laughing as soon as the General was out of earshot. She shook her head back and forth and clutched at her waist. The Captain just gave her a sidelong glance. He wasn't so sure that almost being caught by his superior officer was so amusing.
Finally, she subsided, and he turned to face her with his arms crossed across his broad chest. He raised an inquiring eyebrow and curled the edges of his lips upward. She smirked back at him and reached her hands out to rest lightly on his hips.
"So," she prompted him.
"So?" he echoed.
"Where was I?"
"You know where you were."
"Ah, yes, I do. Perhaps I'd like a kiss first though before resuming my 'training,' my teacher."
He leaned down, placing his hands on her shoulders. She tilted her head as he got nearer and licked her suddenly dry lips. His eyes were glued to hers as he got closer. Their lips met lightly at first, but soon enough the touch became more insistent, more invasive, more possessing.
Quickly, he ran his hands down from her shoulders, across her strong arms, and slipped under her firm bottom. He hefted her up as if she weighed nothing, her legs circling around his waist automatically.
"I've changed my mind," he informed her between kisses that moved down her neck and across her lekku. "I want to 'train' you in a new position, Commander." His voice was low and husky and sent thrills up and down her entire body as she surrendered to his embrace and caresses.
He bent over slightly to place her gently onto the holomap table. She separated reluctantly from his torso to lie back fully onto the deactivated device.
"That reminds me of something I wanted to ask you, Captain," she said in a sultry voice, matching his tone that he put into her rank. "Just where did you pick up all this 'experience' anyway?" She ran her hands up and down her own body and writhed for his visual enjoyment. His pupils dilated as he watched her. "Is there something, or someone, I should know about?" she asked innocently with a bat of her eyelashes.
A growl emanated deeply from within the Captain. He was captivated by this little fireball. She haunted his every waking thought and dominated all of his best dreams. She was the central preoccupation of his current existence--something that had never happened to him before.
Suddenly, he slammed both hands onto the table on either side of her shoulders, eliciting a wide-eyed start from her that was anything but fear. He saw arousal, challenge, and desire. He pursed his lips and raked her with his honey-colored eyes. "No, sir, Commander. I'm making this up as I go along. Strictly against regulations. But extreme circumstances sometimes necessitate . . . improvisation." His speech over, he dove into her neck again, nipping her as he did.
She continued to writhe under him as her hands began stripping him of his armor, throwing the pieces to the ground with a resounding thunk. Her legs had never left his waist. Now she tightened them just a little to pull herself up against him more tightly--the groin piece being the first one off again. He groaned against her skin.
"Want you," he pronounced softly against her lekku. "My Jedi." Lifting one hand from the table, he teased her nipple through the fabric of her tunic. His mouth quickly followed to the same spot, warming her cool skin with his heat.
"Yours," she forced out in a whisper. "Always yours." She rolled her head side to side as he continued mouthing her through her dress. Her shimmying now served the purpose of moving her clothing up her body in preparation of joining his armor on the floor. She had no small clothing on, hoping she could catch him in just such a situation.
As her beautiful body was revealed to him, he took his time appreciating the view. The curves--everywhere. Her calves, her thighs, her rear. She was a masterpiece of sensuous, soft skin that wound its way over the most delicious curves of muscle. He leaned back from her to run his hands over that sienna flesh on her toned legs, wondering if his hands were too rough to touch something so soft.
"I'm not hurting you, am I?" He asked almost timidly.
When she gave him a questioning look, he elaborated. "My hands. They weren't exactly designed or conditioned to handle a weapon as delicate as you." A sly smile quirked up his lips at his comparison of her to a weapon. But it was apt. Her body was deadly in many ways.
Understanding him now, she gave him a warm smile. "Really? Because I was just thinking about how you must have been made for me by the Force. The way I feel at your slightest touch is almost indescribable, as if you already know my body," she said in a breathy voice. It was amazing to think they had been lovers for fewer than 24 hours yet seemed to understand each other so well.
As she praised his skill, he had resumed his exploration up and over the impossibly round globes of her behind. The skin had a different texture due to its protected status under clothing. Not that any of her skin was rough, but this was silky-soft. She arched up off of the table again.
After a few squeezes, he slid his thumbs up over her hips and clasped her waist. There he paused as she finished removing her clothing, flinging it away with a flourish. He felt the heat in his body rise another impossible amount. His throbbing felt like a controlled explosion.
"So beautiful. So much more than I ever imagined . . ." His words trailed off. He was overcome with sudden emotion. He had never been trained to handle these types of feelings. Aggression, fear, and the blankness of no emotion has been thoroughly covered by his sergeants on Kamino. But desire? Affection? Love? Clones weren't supposed to trifle with such mundane human issues. They were soldiers. They didn't need such things, or so others thought. But the Captain knew that he and his brothers needed the warmer emotions even more from being hatched out of jars in a laboratory rather than born to parents.
He shook himself hard and returned to the vision in front of him. There would be time, he hoped, to discuss these things with her later. For now, he would concentrate on using his body to worship hers. He smiled at her and returned to suckling, knowing somewhere in the back of his mind that there was a certain part of the act that was comforting instead of arousing.
Putting any serious thoughts other than his and the Commander's immediate pleasure out of his mind efficiently, he thought about his next move. But the decision apparently wasn't his.
The Commander decided she wanted to call the shots again for a bit. So grabbing onto his broad shoulders, she whispered, "Sit up a moment?" He rose immediately with her clinging to the front of his body, no longer touching the table.
"Turn around?" She kept the gentle questioning tone. She didn't want him to feel that she was ordering him, just being assertive about their love making.
The Captain turned to lean against the map table as the Commander leaned in to kiss him. She started soft, feeling the texture of his lips on hers. Her tongue snaked out to taste him more. Her hands found the nape of his neck, shaved per regulations, and pliable under her strong grip. She opened her eyes to watch him as she kissed him. His eyes were closed, but she could see his corneas moving back and forth.
She pulled her mouth away, and rubbed the end of her nose against his. His grip on her tightened, pushing some of the air out of her lungs in a rush. "What are you thinking about?" she asked him, curious why his eyes were still closed. He exhaled deeply before answering.
"You," he replied honestly. "You and me," his tone suggested that there was more, so she waited. "Why me? Of all the millions just like me--" but there she cut him off with a hand over his mouth. His eyes popped open.
Her face took on the most serious look he had ever seen on it. "There is no one in the galaxy like you," she pronounced slowly and deliberately, willing him to feel every syllable. "No one. No one who is my best friend like you. My saviour. The first person I turn to when I'm full of joy or full of sorrow. Never question why I chose you. I had no choice. It was meant to be." She removed her hand to find his jaw more slack than she had ever seen it on the stalwart Captain.
He didn't reply right away--just continued to squeeze her tightly as she cupped his cheek and placed little kisses up the strong jaw line to his neck. Then she nipped lightly down to the collar of his body suit, hooking a forefinger in it to pull it down and expose more olive skin for her perusal.
"Lie back," she said between mouthfuls. He pushed himself back onto the table more fully and laid down, carefully cradling her in his arms. When he finally was completely supine, she sat up and straddled him. Then she shimmied her hips just a little to elicit a gasp from the Captain.
He still hadn't said anything. His brain was processing the intimate revelations of his Commander. He was special to her. He was special. To this luminous being who was unlike anyone else in the galaxy. He was special to her. He closed his eyes to let the sensations wash over him. When he felt her hand slide between their bodies and free him of his body suit, his eyes snapped back open. Suddenly, his senses took back over and quieted his thoughts.
She wrapped her lithe fingers around his length and girth, massaging him from base to tip. Not that he needed any more attention to be ready for her. But she enjoyed the contact and could easily see that it wasn't wasted on him either.
After a few minutes, she positioned him under her and eased him in just a fraction. Her hands returned to his chest, her lips to his lips. He groaned through their kiss, feeling the warmth and pressure around his swollen cock. It was still so new. He still felt so inexperienced--but not because the Commander made him feel that way. Just because this was something he had never been trained for. And there were so few things he had done in his life that he hadn't trained for beforehand.
The Commander continued her descent, relishing every delicious inch of him as she enveloped him. She could feel her muscles embracing him, welcoming him. She was as overwhelmed by the sensations as he was, as inexperienced in wanting to feel them as he.
But she also felt a certainty. It was the same way she had felt the first time she had picked up a lightsaber, the first time she had laid eyes on her new Master. She was certain that these things were meant to happen to her, to be a part of her life. There was no room for doubt or question. She could even feel a certain amount of contentment in the Force when she and the Captain joined.
When her skin met his and she was completed seated on him, his hands curled around her hips. She looked into his eyes and decided to return to the playful mood they had abandoned earlier. She made little circles with her hips. "Captain?" she asked. He groaned and breathlessly answered her, "Yes, Commander?"
"I've decided to be the teacher this time. Do you mind?" she asked him with an innocent batting of eyelashes and a pert smile on her lips.
His incoherent response was interpreted as an affirmative. She smiled more fully and began to ride him. She pushed his shirt up to run her hands up and down the tight skin of his toned abdomen. He obliged her by pulling it off quickly. Then she had access to his nipples as well. Leaning forward, she took one in her full lips, careful to keep her hips grinding and pumping as well.
More incoherent noises spilled from his throat, and his eyes rolled back into his head. When he began to instinctually raise his hips to meet her, she slowed and made it clear that he was to enjoy her efforts this time. He assented readily.
Soon enough, the novelty of the act, the sensations, and the environment had them both panting and making small sounds of pleasure. She increased her pace, finding some angles more to her own liking than others. The Captain, biologically an adult but socially as awkward and hormonal as a teenager, didn't need much time or encouragement to find his climax. And his Commander's careful attention to his pleasure added to that shortened timespan.
With a gasp inward, he was unable to resist pressing her up into the air on his hips as he felt himself explode with white lights behind his eyes and white seed into her most intimate places. She followed his lead, having found the optimal angle for stimulation inside and out. They shuddered together for endless seconds, drawing out their pleasure the best their inexperience could.
When she subsided, she crawled up his body to kiss him lightly and murmur soft sounds into his neck. His arms wrapped around her, knowing that she'd chill quickly after their arousal-induced heat receded.
He kissed her montrals as she snuggled under his chin. "Bedtime," he whispered against her skin, granting her one more shiver of pleasure.
"Mm-hmm," she agreed. She was craving a warm bunk and her warmer Captain encircling her.
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