Taking a Test Drive

"Kick the thrusters, eh?" The Outlander said, unbuckling his pistol belt as well. "Not a bad idea, knowing what you're getting. Compatibility's important."

Shae nodded, unlatching her breastplate. "Sure is. You don't want to wait until after you've taken lifelong vows to find out that someone's all wrong for you."

He began to unbuckle his own armor, but Shae stepped forward. "Let me," and expertly undid the connections on his armor, helping him shed it. "Now you do me," she said, turning so he could take off her jetpack and backplate. Once they both were out of armor, standing in their bodysuits, she smiled. "That's one of the jobs of a Mando spouse. Help each other with your armor, defend the homefront while the other's out hunting or working, sharing parental duties, doing the cooking and the washing up, that kind of thing."

"Sounds pretty domestic," he said.

Shae laughed. "Didn't think we did more than swill netra'gal, eat camp rations, and sharpen our knives between fights, eh? No, a lot of us have regular jobs, when there isn't a war on. Hell, you wouldn't know it to look at him, but Khomo's a farmer most of the time. Vhett - Fett - actually means 'farmer'. He's got 400 acres on some backwater called Concord Dawn. Wife, a dozen kids, couple of nerfs in the barn. Takes all kinds, I guess. So, that sound like what you're looking for?"

"Not the farm or the nerf, but a dozen kids doesn't sound too bad," The Outlander said.

Shae raised an eyebrow. "Oh really now? Well... I might be able to handle that. We'd have to start soon, though," she said, giving him a smoldering look.

The Outlander kissed Shae deeply, taking her into his powerful arms, and she responded ardently. She unzipped the seal on her bodysuit, peeling it off to bare her upper torso. Her skin was smooth and firm, her breasts full enough to sag slightly without support. There was a narrow white scar across her collarbone, perhaps three inches long, and a scattering of faint freckles across her upper chest. Her areolas were dark and slightly larger than a coin, her nipples slightly standing out, while her belly was smooth and flat down to her navel. She began undoing his suit as well, and when she had stripped him to the waist, she looked him over like a hungry nexu at a fresh kill. She traced some of his scars with her fingers, stopping at the pale round scar in his abdomen. "Blaster?" she asked.

"Run through with a lightsaber, by Arcann," he said.

Shae's eyes widened. "That's not the sort of injury people survive, most of the time." Then she smiled. "Atin'la, verde. Pure mandokar'la," she complimented. She slid the rest of her bodysuit off, then her underwear - a pair of dark red shorts, he noted. She moved to the large strategic table, pushing aside the maps and papers before sitting on it and spreading her legs, revealing the trimmed tangle of red-brown hair between her legs. She curled her finger, beckoning him forward.

He finished undressing and crossed to where she was perched on the table, kissing her again, his hands exploring her body as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her entrance, teasing her up and down until she was wet and gasping for him to put it in. She dug her nails into his back as he slid his thickness into her, and grunted softly when he hit bottom. "Oya," she panted, before nibbling his earlobe and moving her hips, encouraging him to start moving. He braced his strong arms against the sturdy table behind her as he started to thrust, and Shae murmured encouragement in standard and Mando'a as they rocked and bucked on the tabletop, sweating and groaning together. He heard one of the empty bottles of netra'gal roll to the edge of the table and drop down with a clink, and from outside, above, he could faintly hear a cadre of troopers teaching Dha Werda Verda. It was a fitting song to be making love to a Mand'alor with, he thought. He began timing his thrusts to the thumping of drums, and Shae arched her back beneath him, crying out as she came, her inner muscles clamping down on his throbbing cock. He held himself inside as she squeezed him, her nails once again clawing his shoulders, her head dropped back as she moaned and panted. He kissed her neck as he began to move again, and he felt her hand slide between their bodies to rub her clit. "Come with me this time," she said, and he nodded, speeding up, their passionate sounds drowning out the music coming from above. Before long she was clamping down on him again, and this time he didn't try and hold back, letting himself filled Shae with his thick hot cum. Her head dropped back again, and this time she let herself sink back to lay on the tabletop, glistening with sweat, a smile on her lips. "Now that's a good test drive," she said.

"I don't know, it seems like you didn't try to apply the brakes," said a familiar voice.

The Outlander turned, to see Lana, a frown on her angular face, yellow eyes narrowed.

"Going to tell me it's not what it looks like?" she said with false mildness. Her hand was near the hilt of her lightsaber on her belt.

The Outlander shook his head. "I'm still inside Shae, I mean, it's exactly what it looks like. But it's not only what it looks like. I can explain."

"I can hardly wait," Lana said, unfolding a chair and settling down in it. "Go on, explain."