A good start to the day

The Outlander woke up alone as his alarm buzzed, and he looked around for Vette. Her clothes remained where she'd left them, so he pulled on a bathrobe, got up, and gathered them into a loose pile on his table, then started the caf-maker to make a fresh pot. He saw that his bathroom light was on, and as he walked to it, he heard the shower start up. He knocked on the door twice to announce himself, then walked in. Vette was in the shower, and she turned to him and smiled. "Hey, I hope you don't mind, but I didn't want to get up extra early to go back and use mine before work," she said.

"No, be my guest. I've got a pot of caf on, how do you like it?"

"Two sugars and blue milk, if you have it, otherwise just the sugars."

"Not a problem. Don't use up all the hot water, okay?"

"How about you get in with me and we use it together?" Vette asked.

That wasn't an invitation he needed long to consider. He shed the robe and got in the shower, which was roomy enough for two. Standing behind Vette, he kissed her neck as the cascade of water poured down her chest, her lekku wet and heavy as they rubbed against him. He felt her hand him a soapy mass - a natural sponge from Manaan, used with body wash as cleaning implement. He continued kissing her as he lathered up her lean torso, her smooth belly, thin waist, and high firm breasts. She turned in his arms so he could do her back as well, and she shuddered in pleasure as he gently wiped the sponge along her lekku. "Mm, your touch is really turning me on," she said, and he felt her reach down and start to stroke his manhood. "Only fair to return the favor." Her sudsy body was slippery as she rubbed against him, and she moaned as he began to caress her lathery ass. She took back the sponge and began washing him with it, brushing his broad torso clean. Soon they were both ready to rinse, and she took the shower head from the mount, using the flexible hose to clean both of them thoroughly. Once the shower head was done, she looked over her shoulder at him and said, "Well, now that we're clean, how about we get dirty?" She leaned forward and reached down between her thighs, spreading her pussy open for him.

The Outlander grabbed her by the hips as she bent forward, giving him access to her pink slit. She groaned as he entered her easily, and braced herself against the sturdy tile wall of the shower, pushing back against him as he thrust into her tight slit. "Mmm, that's a better wake up than a cup of caf any morning," she said. Soon they were both just grunting and bucking and moaning under the cascading water, until Vette clenched hard around his cock and cried out as she hit her climax. The Outlander couldn't hold any longer and as she clamped down on his cock, he erupted inside her, spurting hot thick jets of his seed deep into the nubile blue Twi'lek.

They didn't say much as they got dressed and drank their caf. "Would you like some breakfast?" he asked, unsure if he had much in the fridge here. He often ate in the Cantina, getting their wonderfully greasy breakfast fry-up, otherwise eating a protein bar or shake instead. Vette shook her head. "No, thanks. I'll get something on the way to work. You might want to stock up on more than beer and protein bars if you're gonna have company, though," she said.

He nodded. "I'll let my housekeeping droid know," he joked. Then he realized that technically he had *two* housekeeping droids in his service - 2V-R8, the droid who originally maintained his ship once he'd acquired it and took care of supplies including food, and C2-N2, who attended to 'base morale' by attending to people's needs. He made a note to have 2V do a shopping run to stock the pantry.

Vette chuckled at that. "Probably should have them clean your sheets after the workout we put them through, too," she said. She finished her caf and set the mug down. "Alright, I need to head out. I had a good time last night. And this morning. I'm not really looking for a relationship, but if you're looking for a hook up now and then, give me a call," she said.

"I will," he said. She headed out the door, and he poured himself another cup of caf.

His comm chirped. He checked, and saw he had a new text message.

It was Lana.

"Have fun last night?"