Rescue and Release

Fennec lay on the ground, chewing her lip. Still bound hand and foot, there was little more she could do but lay there naked, back arched and breasts heaving as Ofe drank in the vision before him. For once, her body didn't shrink from his gaze. Rather, her flesh felt pulled to it, inviting him to take in each centimeter of her bare frame. His hand reached for her, hovering just above fleshed yearning for his touch.

Ofe suddenly shook himself, as if hit by cold water.

"We've got to get out of here, Candy. That fireball is bound to bring more of them."

She nodded, supporting his conclusion immediately.

Ofe unceremoniously scooped her up again in his arms, pressing her bound wrists into her back. Her skin was slick from rain and exertion, chilled but flushed in places from lingering adrenaline. The mud streaking her thighs and calves washed away by a renewed burst from the storm as he hurried through the scrap yard.

Stepping around a burnt thrust pod, he slid her, feet first, into the enforcer's speeder before ducking in behind. She curled her legs back to make room and wound up with her head resting in his lap. She blushed thinking of what lay below loincloth centimeters from her face.

He smiled down at her. "Comfy?"

Ofe didn't wait for a reply. The speeder lifted off and turned away from the junkyard. Alerts flashed across the dashboard as the speeder moved over the city, but Ofe didn’t waste a second. He spotted an abandoned office structure, a squat, shadowed hunk of permacrete and ferroglass. Perfect. The speeder sat down in a courtyard, gliding to rest beneath a cantilever balcony.

They slipped inside, into the stale warmth of a long-forgotten lobby illuminated by the small palm lantern Ofe found in the speeder. The storm howled outside, but the air inside was dry and quiet - an abandoned place where time stopped.

Ofe set Fennec down carefully on a tarp couch near a dusty console station. She shifted slightly, legs still bound, arms still caught behind her by her own tangled pigtails looped around her wrists.

She didn’t speak at first. Just breathed, chest rising and falling.

Ofe dropped to one knee beside her. “You alright?” His voice was low and rough from exertion, concern filled every syllable.

“I am now,” she said, voice raspy, her gaze flicking down before meeting his eyes again. “Thanks to you.”

The silence between them was heavy.

“You didn’t have to come back for me,” she murmured. “You could’ve run.”

“Thought about it,” he admitted. “But I couldn’t leave a lady like that. I couldn’t leave you, period.”

Her eyes dropped to his mouth, lingering a moment before sliding away.

“You were... hot back there,” she said, almost too quietly for him to hear. “Charging in. Saving the helpless damsel.”

He flushed. “I… I was just trying to help.”

“I know,” she said, eyes locking with his again. “That’s what makes it work.”

Ofe swallowed hard. Slowly, his hand found hers, still looped in the pink restraints of her own hair. He held it carefully, thumb brushing her knuckles. Fennec leaned forward slightly, knees drawing up as she shifted closer.

“You want me to get these off?” He nodded to her arms.

Fennec hesitated.

“That depends," she teased, voice husky. "Will you take advantage of a helpless damsel?”

He chuckled. “Only if she asks me nice.”

There was a beat of silence. Rain whipped against the glass above them.

Fennec smiled. "Pretty please?" And then, softly, she kissed him.

It was cautious at first, lips brushing once, testing. Then she leaned in harder, turning into it, hungry and almost ****. Her bound arms forcing her to arch her back, pressing her tits into his chest as she tilted her head. Her breath hitched when his hand slid along her bare waist, steadying her.

“I’ve never felt this… off-balance,” she whispered, voice trembling.

“You’re not the only one,” Ofe said.

Fenenc leaned back, lips twisting into a lustful smile. "Now, I need to thank my rescuer properly."