LEG:Sia visits Cade

From The Star Wars Erotica Saga

Bastion, Cade's room

You pad softly down the corridor of the guests' suite, in the sector of your father's fortress usually given over to visiting dignitaries. Tonight, the luxurious penhouse suites house three pirates and two Jedi Knights. Your father would never ordinarily allow such individuals to stay on Bastion as guests of the Empire, but these are extraordinary circumstances.

One of those pirates brought you back from the brink of death.

You halt at the room given over to the pirate captain Cade. You know of his heritage, and you also know he has turned away from his responsibilities as the last of the legendary Skywalker dynasty. You presume him to be a highly conflicted man... and also a very lonely person.

You knock on the door. He doesn't immediately answer, but eventually the door slides open, revealing the scruffy-haired mercenary looking unimpressed and wearing only his padded, armour-plated pants. "Princess? Aren't you missing out on some state banquet or a big circle-jerk for your Daddy?"

"Can I come in?"

He shrugs and walks back into the room, leaving the door open. "Free world. Least, it was till the Fels set up shop."

You enter, and close the door behind you. Despite yourself, you can't help but admire the hard musculature of his back. He's a man who has been shaped by everything the galaxy has thrown at him. You wonder how Antares would feel if he knew you were in the bedroom of a half-naked scoundrel like Cade. "You don't have much love for the Empire, do you?"

"Darlin', I don't have much love for just about anything this galaxy can offer me. Got a crew ready to sell me to the Sith soon as look at me... got Jedi breathin' down my neck... and now I've just saved the life of Roan Fel's snotty little girl. Galaxy ain't exactly showin' me much love."

You take a seat on a couch close to the expansive double bed. A bottle of Uvillian wine stands unopened on the bedside table. You begin uncorking it while Cade prowls the room like a caged tusk-cat, moonlight glinting off his bare torso. "You have a perculiar way of looking at things. Don't the Jedi teach unconditional love to all things? Isn't everything one in the Force?"

"No. Galaxy's big and dark and scary, cheeka. The Force ain't no guiding light."

"Well, then," you reply, popping the bottle open and filling two glasses, "it's all down to people, isn't it?" You offer up the glass. He stares at it warily, like an akk dog fearing punishment. He relents, swiping the glass and draining it in a swift mouthful.

"Ugh. Daddy doesn't stock much of a Corellian ale-house, eh?"

You take a sip. "I'm not exactly keen on wine, either. You're expected to love the stuff, though."

"Yeah, all those big parties must be hell," Cade snaps.

"Yes, I suppose I could easily have run away and got myself addicted to deathsticks on some backwater world with no prospects other than a shallow grave." You glance up at him, hoping the comment wasn't too misjudged. He glances sidelong at you, but seems surprisingly to accept your critiqué.

"Could have," he mumbles, and flops down on the edge of the bed. "Why're you here?"

You pause, considering the question. "You saved my life," you admit. "Isn't it obvious?" Though you yourself aren't sure of your reasoning. You wanted to inform him of your gratitude, certainly, but... why come all the way to his room in the middle of the night? And you know you would feel ashamed if Antares were to discover you here.

"Ah," Cade says with a leer, giving you his full attention for the first time since he answered the door. "One of those visits, is it?"

"Certainly not!" you jump to your feet, ready to storm out of the room, but Cade laughs, raising his hands in a placating gesture. "I merely came as a token of my gratitude. If you prefer that I leave, then I am perfectly content to do so."

"Easy, pateesa," he says. "Don't get your Imperial panties in a twist."

"Pirate," you spit.

He laughs again. "Been called lots of stuff, Princess. Pirate I'm fine with."

"Well you're certainly no Jedi!" you snap, and turn your back. After several moments of silence, you face him again, and slowly edge towards the bed. You sit on the far corner, and regard him evenly. "What was it like?"

"What?"

"Bringing me back? What did it feel like?"

Cade looks away. "What did you feel?"

You think for a long while, trying to put the sensation into words. "It felt... as if I were drowning -- in a black lake, full of tar or perhaps a distillation of evil. And I was sinking, and there was no light at all, just the bottomless darkness... and then I saw your face. You pulled me free, into the light. It was as if I realized reality was just a nightmare you had woken me from."

Cade accepts it without answering. "How did it feel to you?"

"...Cold."

You stare at him for some time. He doesn't meet your eyes.

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah," he mumbles, trying to inject his former bravado into his voice, "sorry for goin' round gettin' stabbed by tattooed freaks."

"I'm sorry I caused you pain. And I'm sorry you had to... do whatever you did to bring me back. I know it cost you a great deal, though I don't pretend to know what that means."

Now he looks up. His eyes are hollow, and you can't believe it's just the reflection of the window that you see in the glimmer of his pupils. "Means I'm goin' dark, lady. Means you're right: I'm not a Jedi, and I'm not a Skywalker. Watched my dad die, couldn't save my friends, an' now we've got Sith runnin' the galaxy. That's what it means. I don't save people. Just keep 'em sufferin' rather than lettin' them die."

You reach out and touch his hand. He pulls away. "What would have happened if your father hadn't died that day?"

"Don't do what if's," he says shortly.

"Cade, what would have happened?" you press.

He shrugs. "Dunno. Been a Jedi. Run away. Stayed with Dad, or disappointed him in the end. Doesn't matter."

"I don't think you would be broken," you say simply. You rise from the bed to stand in front of the troubled young man, and bend down to him. "Let me help you."

"Can't."

"Let me try," you insist, lifting his head up to meet his gaze. You stare deep into the dark pits of his eyes, and slowly you lean in... until your lips are pressed to his, your hands cupping his face. You pull away slightly, surprised at yourself, but Cade slides his hand around your neck and drags you in again, kissing you hard on the lips. You give over to his embrace, feeling yourself falling into the kiss, but Cade stops after too short a time.

"This won't help, Princess. Don't think you can fix me with a quick fuck."

"I wasn't even intending on--" you begin, but he kisses you again.

"Yeah, you were," he growls around your mouth, and you surrender to the pirate once again. His touch is rough and unrefined, but you somehow enjoy it all the more. He isn't trying to disguise his coarse nature, whereas with Antares, you are continually reminded of the anger simmering just under the surface of devotion and propriety.

Cade finally releases you from the lip-lock, and you have to gasp for air, feeling flustered and slightly out of your depth. "Why'd you come here?"

"You've already asked me, and I--" you begin, but Cade presses a finger to your lips, and you fall quiet.

"And you didn't gimme a straight answer. 'Cause I think you need to be fixed up yourself. A hoity-toity Princess slummin' it with a pirate? I hung out with the Bloody Bones, pateesa, and you're Roan's special little girl. A Princess don't come up to a guy like me without good reason."

"Well I don't know what you think I want--" you start, but let out a shocked gasp as Cade roughly grabs your left breast over your gown. You slap his hand away, but the pirate grabs your wrist.

"You want that. You don't get it regular, and now you've got your chance," he says. "I've wriggled inside your head, remember?"

You splutter out a "How dare you!" but you know the pirate has hit upon something close to the truth. Antares is an odd mixture of Knight and troglodyte... You kiss Cade again, instinctual, pressing your lips to his and feeding him your fire and your passion. He retaliates in kind, grabbing your shoulders and forcing you down onto the bed. You let him handle you, wrapping your arms around his strong torso and digging your fingers into his tightening biceps. You feel Cade's tongue forcing itself into your mouth, and you open for him, letting him have you completely. His hands slide along your bare arms and slip under your skirt to grab at the flesh of your thighs. You manage to catch your breath for long enough to murmur, "Now who's trying to fix who?"

In response, Cade grabs hold of your wrists and pins your arms above your head to kiss you again, his body moving against your wriggling frame. "We take what is given," he murmurs into your ear, and nibbles on your lobe, sending a rush of heat through your loins.

INCOMPLETE...

The Star Wars Erotica Saga
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