A Nice Cool Shower To Wake Up

The Outlander was awakened by a beeping comlink and the realization he was alone in the shelter. He looked around for Senya and didn't see her right away, but noticed most of her gear was still there. He decided to answer his commlink.

"You didn't come back last night, Commander. Is everything alright?" Theron asked.

"Yeah, I found Senya. We're both alright. Might be a day or two before we come back to base unless there's an emergency," The Outlander said.

"I... see. Should I let Lana know?" Theron asked, though it seemed less of a question and more of a warning.

"No need, I'll comm her myself. Anything else that needs my direct attention?"

Theron hesitated. "No, nothing urgent. Have fun, Commander." The connection cut off abruptly.

The Outlander shook his head, not understanding what was up Theron's ass. He dialed Lana, but just got her voice mail. He told her he was in the wilds, that he'd found Senya, and that he'd try to get in touch with her again later.

Emerging from the shelter, he looked around and saw new firewood by the fire circle, and footprints from Senya's boots leading towards the creek. There was a waterfall and pool nearby, it seemed a likely place to bathe, so he took his bathing kit and headed for it.

He was not disappointed to see Senya's clothes folded and set on a dry rock by the shore. Looking across the pool, he spotted Senya standing beneath the waterfall, washing herself. Though the frothy falling water obscured the details, there was much worth seeing. Unbound, her hair came down to the small of her back, and was still mostly a dark ash brown, with a few small streaks of silver on her right side. As she was turned away from him, he could see that her waist nipped in from her strong shoulders and upper back, before curving out to her broad hips. He could see the two small dimples at the base of her spine, above her surprisingly full but still firm rump. Her vigorous exercise regiment obviously paid dividends in that department. While she was facing away from him, her breasts were full enough that he could see the pale flesh of her side-breast as she washed. While he was enjoying the show, he decided that sneaking and peeking was dishonest, and he purposefully tapped his kit against a rock to let Senya know he was there. She turned to look over her shoulder, her face calm, but her arm instinctively covered her bosom.

"Looks like a good place for a bath. Do want me to come back when you're done?"

Senya gave that some thought. "No, I suppose there's plenty of room," she said. She started to turn away again when The Outlander began to undress so he could bathe. She decided to watch instead. His body was bulky and could be mistaken for being fat, but most of the mass was thick muscle. There was also no shortage of scars across his torso, in particular the nearly perfect disc shape on his abdomen and back where Arcann had run him through with a lightsaber. He didn't have much body hair, though Senya knew from personal experience that the many layers worn under armor generally rubbed that off. He hooked his thumbs into his shorts and slid them down as well. Senya didn't realize she was biting her lower lip at first. Apparently some of the rumors she'd heard were not so exaggerated after all.

Soon he was in the knee-deep water and heading for the waterfall as well. Senya didn't move, just watching him. He moved with confidence, she thought, a core-deep faith in himself. She had considered Valkorian confident once, as well. It had been one of the qualities she loved about him. Only too late had she learned it wasn't confidence but arrogance, the dismissal of everyone else as pawns or insects before him. The Outlander, however, had the same boldness, but more empathy. He didn't see himself as superior. She wondered what he was like as a lover, then blushed as she realized he was now standing under the waterfall with her. He was washing his thick black hair, his face turned upward to meet the cold torrent coming over the rocks, his eyes shut. She looked down, and realized that her hand was reaching for his... weapon. She froze, and willed herself to pull it back before he noticed.

"Senya?" he asked suddenly.

"Yes? What? I wasn't doing anything," she said, afraid she'd been caught.

"Um, okay. Would you mind doing my back? I'll do yours in return," he said.

"Oh, well, I suppose I can do that," she said. Her heart was thumping heavily, and she grew angry. She had been a Knight of Zakuul. A bodyguard and lover to an Emperor. And now some jumped-up bounty hunter half her age was making her feel like an awkward schoolgirl? She savored that feeling of anger and let it burn through her embarrassment. Unfortunately, she also wound up being very aggressive in scrubbing the Outlander's back, to the point where he had to ask her to stop before she removed the skin.

When he asked her to turn so he could scrub her back, she was tempted to tell him not bother. In truth, she was apprehensive. She kept herself fighting fit but time still took its toll. Her figure wasn't nearly as taut and lithe as it was before her children. Her breasts were now too full and heavy to not sag, and her bottom was frustratingly thick compared to in her youth. She was tense as he started to scrub her, but his touch was surprisingly gentle, and while she didn't need the assistance to get clean, the attention was something she wasn't used to but appreciated. She gathered up her long hair and pulled it aside so it wasn't in his way. She found her eyes closing as he washed along her ribs, and inhaled softly as his hands moved to the small of her back. She imagined him moving his hands to her hips, and pulling her to him. Would he take her right here under the waterfall? She wondered, and blushed as she realized that she was hoping he would. Her nipples were hard now, not just from the cold water, and she shifted her weight to get ready for him. His hands moved down to the curve of her hips... and stopped.

"There, I think you're good to go," he said, and stepped back.

He was turned away, so he didn't see the look of frustrated anger on her face as she turned back to him.