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She couldn’t stand the feeling of the rough prison yellow jumpsuit sticking to her skin any longer. Mercifully, Baylan’s fingers brushed her hair aside to get to the zipper. Morgan helped him by unclamping the belt around her waist, throwing it aside with disgusted scorn. Baylan tugged on the zipped and slowly pulled, revealing Morgan’s olive skin with every little movement. The Nightsister shivered as she felt the cold air touching her bare back.
"Absolutely stunning," Baylan murmured, his deep voice even rougher with yearning and lust. He pressed his lips on the back of Morgan’s neck and she closed her eyes blissfully. She craned her head aside to give him better access. His other hand, now stripped from the heavy black gauntlet, started working on her hair. Morgan helped him to undo it until it fell over her back in silky ashen waves.
"I was thinking of you," Morgan confessed, turning her head enough to look in Baylan’s eyes. Her heart pounded even faster at the sight of her divine lover. Her small hand found Baylan’s big, warm palm and locked her fingers with his. With her thumb, she brushed over the knuckles under his warm skin. "It was the hope of seeing you again that kept me sane, Baylan."
His fingers, so rough on the surface where his skin hardened from living the life of a knight, felt so gently on Morgan’s body. It always amazed her how soft could Baylan be with her. She was no fragile flower, quite the opposite - with all her being Morgan was a warrior. There were certain expectations how she should be and what she should admire and strength figure in both of the terms.
But that didn’t mean Morgan wouldn’t welcome some gentleness and rest.
And of course, she couldn’t imagine not having Baylan in her life. For the longest time ever, Morgan found the one person she felt safe with, not oppressive to the idea to strip to her vulnerability - the rare thing she normally wouldn’t show.
Her long hair fell over her shoulders and Baylan brushed them away to cup her soft flesh under her bra. Morgan couldn’t hold herself back from taking a deep breath and slowly turned with her whole body to see in Baylan’s eyes.
How little they changed over the decades. How little their light faded from the memory of a young man wandering through the wastelands of Dathomir, trying to understand the nature of the power that surely shouldn’t be too different from the Force. The young man who met even younger girl still in her teens - Morgan. She should’ve killed the stranger, and instead she wanted to understand him. He liked to talk and she liked to listen. Back then there was no love between them. They were two lonely souls seeking for something deeper that their surroundings could offer them.
And then, just about a few months later, Baylan had to drag screaming Morgan from the burning hell the droid army unleashed. She yelled and reached her hands for her mother who ordered this man to take her daughter to safety; something her home planet, suffering in agony and dying in flames, couldn’t provide anymore.
Both of their hearts broke that night.
Morgan collected her pain and anger and banished her only protector, her only friend away from her. Baylan, the other times calm and quiet Baylan, argued with her. He didn’t want to leave her with all these scars that would heal in no time soon, how could he leave peacefully when he saw her hurt and in pain? She was only seventeen. And yet, Morgan insisted on walking her own path and bury her past - including him.
Her mother never missed an opportunity to call out Morgan’s foolishness and naivity; and that night Baylan really left just proved her right. Morgan had done many foolish things in her life, but abandoning Baylan might be the worst one of them.
Years.
It took her years of lying to herself she did the right thing.
And luckily for her, fate decided to show the Nightsister some mercy after all and brought Baylan back to her. The first steps back together were small, slow and unsteady. However they could start as allies again and let their desire burn brightly to turn into love.
Deep and steady love.
Morgan Elsbeth wasn’t known for having a gentle heart or any weaknesses, but Baylan Skoll had the privilege to see this side of her.
And Baylan, the strong and powerful knight, a mentor figure to young Shin Hati, who couldn’t satisfy his hunger for knowledge and understanding, would always push his own ambitions aside to gave his soul to only one woman in the entire Galaxy.
"It belongs to you, Morgan." He took Morgan’s palm and pressed it on his chest right over his strongly pounding heart. Baylan brushed the top of her hand with his rough fingerprints. "It always belonged to you."
How romantic, Morgan thought, tilting her head to her shoulder. Her eyes sparkled with desire and mischief. She might think of the purest omens of her love, yet in such moment there was no room for them. "I’m aware. But I want this much more than your heart right now," the Nightsister purred as she slowly slid with her palm from Baylan’s chest right between his thighs, unmistakably touching the proof of his craving.
Baylan’s eyes shut close as he pressed his groin into Morgan’s touch.
"Morgan…"
The Nightsister tilted her head. During the sleepless nights inside the pathetic small cell Morgan had spent hours thinking about Baylan. People of Calodan used to call her heartless and it didn’t fit her at all. How could a heartless person love someone else so deeply?
Suddenly Baylan lifted Morgan up just to place her on the edge of the table behind her. She shivered as her warm skin touched the cool surface, but there was hardly any time to protest when Baylan parted her thighs wide open.
"Tonight, let me make it up for you." The mercenary worked on the hooks on the back of her bra, kissing her collarbone in meantime. She arched her back a little as he took it off and tossed it aside. Morgan smirked for herself. She needed his savage manners as much as she needed his decent treating; there was no space for the second option now.
Baylan slowly lowered himself on his knees. He kneeled between Morgan’s open thighs and the Nightsister felt the familiar warm moisture coming out of her core. When she was locked up in the New Republic cell, she often thought of such moments with her mercenary. She yearned for his touch. She imagined him pleasing her as she ordered, or another time, Morgan fantasied about Baylan taking her roughly on her working desk, tossing aside everything from the surface and suffocating her with kisses until she couldn’t breathe.
This was somewhere between. She didn’t complain. Not when Baylan’s hands, rough and warm, slid over her smooth skin as he moved closer between Morgan’s legs. He slowly brushed with his thumb over her simple cotton panties, specifically over the wet stain in the middle. He lifted his bright blue eyes to look in her face as Baylan’s fingers hooked the hem of the last piece of Morgan’s clothing and tore it down.
"You’re my everything."
His beard scratched her thighs as he brought his mouth closer to Morgan’s cunt. "I don’t know if I actually believe we might find Thrawn on Peridea…" His warm breath tickled her and Morgan shivered. There was something so arousing about sitting completely naked while Baylan had his armour on. Especially when he talked to her like this. "But I know very well I won’t leave your side ever again."
Morgan didn’t doubt that. But she couldn’t even though of a proper, fitting answer, because Baylan finally moved forward and captured Morgan’s swollen, pulsing clit between his lips. Morgan’s mossy green eyes rolled up in pleasure.
"Baylan…"
His tongue felt merciless against Morgan’s sensitive clit as Baylan licked it passionately. His thumbs spread her labia wider to get better access. The Nightsister clawed her fingers and buried them in Baylan’s grey hair, pulling and tugging just enough to move with his head without causing him much pain. As in payback, Baylan pushed a finger inside her wetness. She didn’t even try to hold back her moans anymore.
She belonged to him, all of her - body, heart, soul, and mind. All the peaces of someone who once was broken and an absolute devotion to believe she could be redeemed.
He knew exactly how to touch her to bring her the much needed relief. Morgan’s body was swirling in pleasure as she moved her hips against his mouth and fingers. She never felt ashamed to hold back all the noises he made her let out, careless about who might hear them.
She might be stripped from control, yet never tamed.
Baylan’s skilled tongue brought Morgan to a shattering point of breaking. She clenched around his fingers and cried out as the intense wave of pleasure hit her.
"Good girl," Baylan hummed in approval and rewarded the trembling Nightsister with a kiss on her lips. Calling her those nicknames had strange yet exciting effect on her. Morgan pressed her warm red lips on Baylan’s, grasping his shoulders for support. Her fingers clawed into the rough black leather.
"This," she tugged on his long sleeve, "has to go." Her head tilted to the side, making the move almost in a predatory. She knew he would not resist. He would always obey. He would put on a good show for Morgan who elegantly crossed her legs and narrowed her eyes to watch as Baylan shredded away his armour that clung to his body like a second skin. From under his beard she noticed a small smile - he knew very well Morgan would be able to tear the clothes from him with her bare hands, clawing into the leather.
All the muscles on Baylan’s chest and belly were not as solid and formed as they used to be in his younger age, however the presence of his strong form was still notable and Morgan had to bite her lip at the sight. She recognised all of Baylan’s scars and scratches and in her memory she heard the echo of the stories of how he gained them. Some of them were even her fault - that night of Nightsisters slaughter, she fought and resisted like the warrior she was to not be taken away from her mother. And now, decades later, she thought of it as of her mark, signature even, which she claimed Baylan Skoll as hers. Only her could touch it, feel it, kiss it.
Baylan’s naked figure was towering over her as he approached her closer. Morgan had to smirk at the sight of her lover covered in silver body hair so thick they would probably make a fur. But she decided to not tease him about it tonight, after all she had the rest of their lives to do so.
"You are staring," Baylan hummed and Morgan uncrossed her legs so he could stand between them. The cold steel desk under her bare body felt like a stark contrast between her heated skin and the fierce atmosphere. "I have the best view I’ve had in a long time," Morgan responded and aimed her eyes at Baylan’s crotch. Baylan took her chin between his fingers and lifted her head up to meet her gaze. "Eyes, Morgan," he ordered and the Nightsister wrapped her hand around his thick wrist. And because she had his full attention on her face, she sneaked her other hand to grab his fully erected cock. Baylan hissed in surprise as Morgan began to stroke him slowly.
"I would prefer if you fucked me with this instead of your eyes," Morgan purred in raspy voice as her thumb teased the sensitive tip of Baylan’s cock. She enjoyed this power game between them, mostly because there was no winner and no real competition nor challenge. Just the two of them playing and pushing each other while their hearts desperately cried for closeness and acts of love. Even now when they were both heavily aroused and on the edge of losing their sanity. Morgan felt her wetness dripping on the surface under her thighs.
She saw something soft and pure to appear in Baylan’s blue eyes. He leaned down just enough to kiss her and Morgan let him. She opened her lips and invited his tongue inside to deepen the kiss. She didn’t even hold back the moans of pleasure he caused her. His hands moved on her waist and he squeezed her flesh gently. Morgan’s heart was beating loudly in her ribcage and hammered against her chest. She also squeezed Baylan’s hips and tried to pull him closer to her which would be impossible without his assistance. But before Morgan could break the kiss and demand him in herself, Baylan quickly lifted her up and swiftly moved on the low bed that stood nearby. It wasn’t made for comfort as much as for having to rest your head once you were too tired to care, but for the two of them it was enough. Morgan landed on her back and immediately spread her legs wide.
Baylan trapped her under his body, however the gentleness in his eyes didn’t disappear nor got consumed by lust. He caresses her blushing face tenderly and not even the roughness of his fingerprints changed that.
"I love you, Morgan."
With a familiar move of his pelvis, Baylan slipped his cock inside Morgan’s dripping cunt. She made a loud noise of satisfaction and dug her nails in Baylan’s skin to leave her marks there. The sense of feeling full made her move her hips against Baylan’s to take more of him even if it wasn’t possible anymore.
This.
She missed this during her imprisonment in the New Republic custody. Not sex itself nor the pleasure and relaxation it brought her, but Baylan being the cause of those feelings.
"Baylan, oh, Baylan!"
She moaned his name shamelessly as he thrusted faster. He knew very well he could take her hard, Morgan preferred it most of the time anyways. And now, when she’d starved for his touch for too long to want waste their precious time, she care so little about the discomfort that would follow after. It had a certain symbolism for her; she was his and he was hers. And pain belonged with them as much as pleasure.
"You’re making such beautiful sounds for me," Baylan grunted and sneaked one of his hands between Morgan’s legs. His fingers found her sensitive clit and he began rubbing the sensitive tissue in right circles. It made Morgan whimper and toss her head backwards as her whole body arched. She was so needy for so long…
With another vocal moan of the mercenary’s name, she reached the sweet release and the tight clench of Morgan’s pussy made Baylan shatter just a moment after. Not even all the passion of the galaxy could change that they had not as much stamina as they had when they were young, however as long as they could get the satisfaction from the pleasure they could cause to each other, Morgan wasn’t complaining. And she was too tired to play how long she can last or denying herself to feel everything properly.
Baylan laid next to her, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch breath. His fingers lazily brushed her hip.
"I’ll take that as a sign you enjoyed it," he chuckled softly. Morgan rolled on top of him. "Still so sure with yourself I see," she scoffed ironically, and then, because she of course enjoyed it just like Baylan said, she kissed him softy on his swollen, hot lips. "How I hate to feed your ego by admiring you are correct…" She shook her head softly.
"Darling, this isn’t about my ego and you know it."
Of course she did. However she wouldn’t miss the opportunity to tease him about it. Because she finally could. And because she would regret to not tell him everything he was meant to hear and learn.
"Fine," Morgan huffed and finally laid her head on Baylan’s chest to listen the rhytm of of his heart beating. "I enjoyed it. I enjoy everything with you."
"And?" He nudged her playfully. Morgan conjured a satisfied smirk on her face.
"And I love you too."