PWP: Grainne 1/1
Author: Antigone
Rating: NC-17
Archive: If you really want it...
Pairing: Wedge/f
Feedback: This is my first smut, so please tell me if it’s OK.     
Constructive criticism welcome, flames will be taken to heart and    
allowed to rip my fragile ego into tiny shreds until I’m forced to   hide my
shame in a secluded cabin.  Just so you know.               Disclaimer: Hail
the almighty George.  He owns Wedge, Endor, et al.    I’m a poor student, so
cut me some slack, I’m just playing.
Summary: Wedge and an old friend celebrate, post Battle of Endor.


Where the Corellian Ale came from, Grainne would never know.  She suspected
Lando had stored it on the Falcon, expecting to win.  Either that or someone
sneaked it aboard a Mon Cal battle cruiser, but Admiral Akbar would have had
a fit.  He certainly didn’t seem opposed to it at the moment, Grainne
noticed with a smirk.  She leaned against a tree and watched as Chewbacca
tried to dance with an Ewok, to the amusement of all assembled.

Everyone was happy...but despite their victory, Grainne couldn’t help
feeling a bit melancholy.  She’d been with the strike team that took down
the shields and, as always, the killing upset her.  They’d lost good people,
she’d lost friends, and tomorrow they would keep fighting, just like after
Yavin.  //Tonight we celebrate and tomorrow...it’s business as usual.//  It
was foolish to think that the remnants of the Empire would just give up.  No
doubt someone would step up to take the Emperor’s place, and more friends
would have to die.  On top of that, he was surrounded by females.  He.  The
love of her life, light of her heart, yada yada.  //Great, Grainne.  First
you’re maudlin, now you’re just frickin’ idiotic.  You’ve been friends five
years now, if he were going to fall in love with you he’d have done it
already//

“That frown,” a voice from behind her said, “is unnatural.  You need more
booze.”

Grainne started, then smiled as Wedge Antilles refilled her cup and handed
it back to her. He couldn’t have read her mind, so how...she didn’t care;
she was just glad he was there. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with
me.”

He sat down at her feet.  “It gets to be too much, doesn’t it?  The death,
the loss.  You wish the fighting were over, but you know it isn’t.”  He
patted the ground and she sat beside him.

“How did you learn to read minds?  Been taking lessons from Luke?”

“Nope.  Just thinking the same thing.”  They shared a smile.  “I have, after
much pondering, found the answer.”  He paused, took a drink, watched the
dancers.

“Well?” she poked him.

“Oh, you want to hear it?  OK, tonight is tonight.”  He looked at there and
raised his eyebrow.  “You with me so far?  And tomorrow will take care of
itself.”

Grainne shook her head.  “Live for today?   How Corellian.”

“Sticks and stones...How come you aren’t dancing?  There’s lots of guys
around.”

“Yes, but I’m waiting for someone special to come along.”  She didn’t look
at him. “Where’s your harem?”

Wedge rolled his eyes.  “They’re about.  I’ve escaped them and left Lando in
their clutches.”  They sat in silence for a few minutes, watching the
fireworks, relaxing in the comfort of old friendship.  Grainne banished the
turbulent thoughts to the back of her head and enjoyed just being near him. 
  //Who knows?  Next time he might not make it back.  I don’t want to ruin
it.//

He looked over at her, a playful smile on his lips.  “So, who’s the someone
special?”

//Oh, gods//  “No one.  Just...”  Grainne blushed.

“Who is it?  Come on, you can tell me.”  She shook her head. “Is it someone
I know?”

She thought for a moment.  “Maybe,” she teased.

Wedge groaned.  “We’ve known each other since before Yavin, don’t go getting
coy with me now.”

Grainne refused to meet his gaze.  She cast about for a new topic of
conversation and saw a tall blonde approach, a seductive smile on her lips. 
“Ooh, look.  Here’s one of your fan club.”

Wedge scrambled to his feet.  “Gods be damned, I can’t handle this.  C’mon.”
  He grabbed Grainne’s hand and tugged.

“Ow!  Hey, you’re pulling my arm out of the socket!”  She stumbled along
after him onto a walkway.  When they’d gone several feet, Wedge pulled her
into an embrace, his back to the gathering.

“Is she gone yet?”  Grainne tried to control her racing pulse and peered
around his shoulder at the now disappointed young woman.

“Nope.  She’s glaring daggers.”

“Damn.”  He didn’t loosen his hold.  “Hey, you smell good.”

“You smell like wet bantha.”  Under her cheek, Grainne felt laughter rumble
in his chest.

“That’s the price of saving the galaxy.  How would you know what a wet
bantha smells like anyway; you’ve never been to Tatooine.”

Grainne smiled and forced herself to look again.  “She’s gone.”  He didn’t
move.  //Is he holding me?  Does he realize what he’s doing to me?//  She
pulled away and glared up at him.  “That was just hopelessly rude, you know.
  She can’t be that bad.”

He stepped back and shrugged.  “I can’t get used to these...these groupies. 
I don’t know how Luke and Han handled it.  You know, I never met that woman
before tonight, and she offered to...well never mind what she offered, but ,
oh gods...!”

Grainne laughed at his obvious discomfort.  “You sound just like Luke after
Yavin.  But you’re no Tatooine farm boy, why are you so shocked?”

Wedge leaned against the railing.  “I don’t know.  It’s just that she
doesn’t even know me, she thinks I’m a big hero and that’s all that matters
to her.”  He turned to face Grainne.  “That’s not what I want. I want
someone like you,” he paused and Grainne’s breath caught in her throat. 
“You know me, you know I’m just a guy.  I wouldn’t have to
pretend with you.”

She couldn’t look at him, she gazed at the trees and smiled.  “I think
you’re pretty heroic. For a bantha.”

“Thanks.”  Wedge looked back at the celebration.  “Sorry, I forgot you were
waiting for someone.  We can go back.”

“That’s OK.” She feined interest in a vine.  “He probably wouldn’t notice me
anyway.”  She jumped at the feel of Wedge’s hand on her hair.

“Then he’s a fool,” he said softly.

She trembled.  She didn’t mean to, but she couldn’t pretend he wasn’t there,
touching her, just one motion away from taking her in his arms and... He
stepped back and his tone lightened.

“Do you remember when we met?  On Malestare, when I got shot in the leg?  I
thought I was dead for sure, then your group came in and you blasted that
trooper that was about to take me out.  Sith, how old were you?  15?  16?  I
knew you were just a kid, but at that moment I thought you were the
prettiest thing.”

“I assume that was before you called me every name in the Huttese
dictionary.”

“You made me *walk* out!”

She grinned; they’d had this argument before.  “Well, I couldn’t carry you.”

“I said I was sorry,” he grumbled.  “Anyway, good as new.”

“Three cheers for bacta.”

“And for lucky shots.”

Grainne snorted.  “Wasn’t luck, baby, it was pure skill.  Imagine what I
could do in an X-Wing.”

Wedge covered his eyes.  “The mind boggles.”  She shrieked and punched him
playfully. He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her, kicking, into the
air.  “Don’t make me turn you upside down, Grainne. You don’t want dropped
on your head again.”  He tried to pin her arms as she squirmed, but she
swept a foot behind him and knocked them both
over, landing on top of him.  He flipped her over and pinned her wrists to
the ground.

“OK!  I give!”  Grainne laughed, trying to ignore the warmth spreading
through her body.

“It’s not that easy,” Wedge grinned.  “Tell me who you were waiting for.”

She struggled in vain; he was much stronger than her and his weight kept her
pinned.  It was impossible to relax, too; this position figured too often in
her dreams.  “Don’t be a jerk, Wedge, let me up. What if your harem sees
us?”

“Tomorrow they’ll ask how I was.”

“And I’ll say terrible, lasted 10 seconds, couldn’t...” she laughed as Wedge
hopped to his feet and hauled her up.

“If you only knew.”

//Oh, but I want to know.//  She watched as he sauntered back to the railing
and peered over into the darkness below.

“Is it dangerous on the ground at night?”

She followed his gaze.  “It wasn’t last night.  There’s a ladder over here.”
  She stepped down to the second rung.  “Want to explore?”

The descent wasn’t far, but the lights from the village above barely reached
the forest floor.  It was impossible to see more than a few feet.  //Who
knows what’s lurking out there//  Grainne shivered.

“Are you cold?”  Wedge put a protective arm around her.

“No, just hoping we cleared all the Imperials out.”

“Fear not, fair maiden, the handsome, dashing hero will protect you.”

“How do you fit that ego into your cockpit?”  Grainne laughed, leaning
against him ever so slightly.  //Maybe he won’t notice//

“It’s a tight squeeze,” Wedge acknowledged, laughing with her.  They moved
away from the ladder toward the outer edge of the light.  She could hear
music and laughter drifting down from above, as though it came from a ghost
world, and they were truly alone.  Grainne leaned against an ancient tree
and wondered how the bark would feel against her bare skin, how it would
feel to be pressed between it and the man who stood before her, and silently
willed him to come to her.  She was grateful for the dark; she knew her face
was flushed.

Wedge looked to the sky at the spot where the Death Star had been destroyed.
  More X-Wings flew overhead in complicated patterns and every now and again
someone would set off a series of fireworks that showered color onto the
faces of observers.  He turned back and held out his hand, and Grainne came
forward timidly.  She slid her small hand into the warmth of his larger one
and felt his fingers tighten around hers.  “Look, Grainne,” he whispered,
pointing to the sky.  “We did it.  The Emperor is gone and we’re going to
win.”

She nodded, unsure of what to say, and squeezed his hand in return.  He
looked down and smiled.  “What would I do without you?  I you hadn’t gotten
that shield down, if you hadn’t been at Malestare, if you hadn’t always been
there when we needed you, when *I* needed you...”he broke off suddenly and
looked away.  “I don’t know when things changed.  You were just a cute kid,
then it got so the best part of coming back to base was seeing you.” 
Grainne felt her heart pounding.  Surely he could hear it, she had to tell
him she felt the same, but he shook his head as if to stop her from saying
the words she couldn’t find.  “Please, I have to say this.  When I was up
there today, and the shield wasn’t down, I thought you... I thought...” he
swallowed hard.  “I can’t go back to the way things were between us; it’s
tearing me apart.  I know that I’m not who you want, but I need you to know
that I... I love you.”

Wedge had a death grip on her hand, but Grainne wasn’t about to pull away. 
She raised her free hand and caressed his cheek.  “You are who I want,
Wedge.  You’re everything I want.”

He stared as if in shock, then turned his face into her hand and kissed the
palm.  He ran both his hands over her shoulders and up her neck to frame her
face, then placed tentative, chaste kisses on her eyelids, the tip of her
nose, her mouth.  Her lips parted and his tongue delved in, teasing hers and
tasting the sweet flavor of her breath.  Their tongues danced, then his
retreated to allow hers to explore his mouth.  His breathing grew ragged as
she thrust into his mouth again and again in imitation of another act, one
they both fervently hoped would follow.

His hands fell to the flare of her hips and pulled her against him.  She
gasped as she felt his erection hardening against her stomach.  She ran a
hand through his hair as the other trailed down his chest and traced the
bulge in his pants.  He broke away with a groan and
laid his forehead against her shoulder.

“Are you sure?” he whispered.

Grainne nodded.  He kissed her cheek and led her deeper into the forest,
farther from the light.  They found a spot cushioned with grass and leaves,
illuminated by only the faintest
light of a far-off star.  He stood behind her, swept her hair to the side as
her suckled her earlobe.  His hands went to work unbuttoning her shirt,
stroking her flesh as it was exposed.  As  the fourth button fell open, his
hand slipped inside the cloth to fondle her
breast.  She moaned as he opened the front clasp of her bra and flicked his
thumb across the nipple, then moved to the other breast to give it the same
treatment.

Wedge finished with the buttons and slipped the shirt and bra off her
shoulders, nipping and licking each inch of newly exposed flesh.  He knelt
behind her, one hand unfastening her pants as the other worked its way
between her thighs, stroking her through the cloth.  Grainne’s knees
trembled as he rested his hands on her hips and turned her around to face
him.  Warm, strong hands slid her pants and underwear to her knees, exposing
her to his intense gaze.  Suddenly she realized what she was doing; standing
almost naked in front of a man, a position she’d never found herself in
before. Shyly, she tried to cover herself, but he took hold of her hands and
moved them away.  Looking up, he asked, “Have you ever...?”  She shook her
head, cheeks flaming.  //But this is Wedge.  I love him, and I know this is
right//
“I want this.  I do, but I’m...”

Wedge smiled gently and pressed a kiss to her stomach, his tongue darting
into her navel.  She cried out softly, all embarrassment forgotten.  He
unbuckled her boots and she stepped out of them and the remainder of her
clothing.  He stroked her legs from ankle to
thigh, parting them gently, his mouth traveling lower until he came to her
mound.  Grainne hooked her leg over his shoulder as he ran his tongue along
the folds of her lips.  When she trembled, he held her hips tightly in his
hands and began to flick his tongue against her nub.  Her juices flowed
freely and he tasted her with long, slow licks that almost, but not quite,
penetrated her core.  She writhed against him, begging for release as he
brought her to the brink over and over but would not let her fall.

With maddening slowness, his tongue slipped into her core, tracing the edges
so lightly that Grainne almost couldn’t feel him, then he buried his face
between her legs and stabbed his tongue into her, building the tempo until
she shrieked in blissful agony and came, blood pounding, body shaking.

Wedge slipped her leg off his shoulder and lowered her body until she knelt
facing him, shuddering.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his
still-glistening lips, their tongues sharing her flavor.  Her hands drifted
to the top of his flight suit.

“I think we have a problem, Wedge.”

He looked startled.  “What is it?”

“You have entirely too much clothing on.”  Grainne unfastened his flight
suit, spreading the fabric apart with her hands, feeling the play of muscle
under his skin.  She bent her head and nibbled at the tender flesh at the
base of his neck, and thrilled to hear him gasp.
Suddenly, she felt his hand on her face.

“Wait a second.”  Wedge sat down and tugged at his boots, tossing them to
the side before he reached for her again.  Grainne smiled slyly and placed a
hand at the center of his chest, pushing him back until he lay propped on
his elbows.  She straddled his hips and opened the waist fastener.  Her
hands skimmed over the cloth, barely touching,
driving him mad with light, teasing caresses.  He moaned as her fingers
disappeared under the waistband, stroking the hardened flesh beneath. His
arms gave way and he fell back onto the forest floor, then shouted and
rolled over, knocking Grainne to the ground
unceremoniously.

“What happened?”

He grimaced.  “Tree root under the leaves.  I fell right on it.”  He rubbed
the small of his back ruefully as Grainne bit her lip and tried not to
smile.  “I can fly through hell without a scratch, but put me on the ground
and I’m fair game for all plant life.”  He patted the
ground near them, exaggeratedly looking for more hidden dangers.  Grainne
laughed and took his hand, pulling him to her.  Her blood rushed trough her
veins and converged between her legs as she lay down before him.  Her hands
moved over his skin, feeling the strength in his arms and chest, then pushed
his suit down over his hips and freed his erect member.  His breath
quickened as her small hand closed around him, stroking him tentatively at
first, then with more confidence as he moaned in pleasure.  She ran the tip
of her finger around the head, spreading his wetness over the rest of his
shaft.  He thrust into her hand, coming closer to the edge, until he felt
himself about to lose control.

He moved to cover her, resting his weight on his hands, and her legs parted
eagerly for him.  She guided him to her opening and he pressed the head
against her folds, teasing her.  Her hips bucked up to meet his and her
hands cupped his ass, pulling him down to her.  He took her lower lip
between his and sucked, kissing her gently as he slid into her.  Tears
sprang from her eyes as her walls stretched to accommodate him.  He held
still for a long moment, kissing and murmuring into her ear until her body
relaxed.

The initial pain was replaced by a new feeling, one that overshadowed all
her previous desire.  Grainne wrapped her legs around his narrow hips and
thrust against him, matching his speed, feeling the pressure grow.  She
marveled at the feeling of him inside her, stroking her inner walls,
penetrating deeper with every thrust until he was buried to the hilt and she
cried out, feeling her body leap to a level she’d never imagined.  Every
nerve converged and convulsed and transformed into a single flame that
burned her soul.  She heard him cry out her name and felt him spill inside
her and they fell, spiraling through the center of the universe until they
came to rest in each others arms.

They lay in the dark listening to the sound of each other’s hearts and the
night music of the forest.  Wedge stroked her hair and kissed her, then sat
up.  They dressed slowly, interrupting each other with frequent touches and
quiet words.  They rejoined the party, holding hands and sitting near their
friends, enjoying the celebration.  As the night wore on, Grainne leaned
back against his chest and watched the stars rise, safe in the comfort of
his arms.

The End