"Reunion"

by Angela Jade

Rated - NC-17

e-mail - angela@yavin4.free-online.co.uk - constructive criticism
and happy thoughts greatly appreciated. Flames laughed at.

Archive - WAAS, Sithchicks ... anywhere, really, as long as it's got
this spiel at the top.

Disclaimer - it all belongs to Lucas. I am not making any money
from this.

HUGE THANK YOU to Glimmer Girl for an excellent beta. Any
remaining mistakes, typos and stupid bits are my fault - please
feel free to let me know if you spot anything. Then Glim can say
"Told you so!"

Spoilers - for Mike Stackpole's 2nd & 3rd X-Wing novels,
"Wedge's Gamble" and "The Krytos Trap". If you haven't read
`em, do so!!

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Setting - Corran is back from the Lusankya, sore, tired, and
missing a certain smuggler's daughter...

"Who's there?"

A tight band of emotion formed around Mirax's chest -- she'd
never heard so much fear in his voice. Never. Reaching out with
one hand, she flipped the room lights on to their lowest setting.

"Corran, it's me. Mirax."

The band tightened when she finally saw him. He sat facing her,
his blaster held in a slightly shaky two-handed grip. The
bedsheet had fallen to his waist, revealing a chest covered in
bruises, welts, and barely healed scars.

Her hand flew to her mouth. "Oh, gods, what did they do to you?"

The blaster lowered. "Mirax? Is it really you?"

The tremor in his voice drew her to him and she quickly covered
the distance between them, her boot-heels clicking quietly on the
polished floor. She stopped suddenly. For the first time in her life
she didn't know what to say.

"I ... I'm sorry for waking you, but I just got in and I had to see
you..." The lump that had formed in her throat silenced her and
she sat down carefully on the edge of the bed.

The subdued lighting couldn't quite disguise the pallor of his
skin or the pain that she could see in his hooded eyes. Her gaze
drifted, cataloguing injuries that could only hint at what he'd been
through. Darkened bruises fought for space with barely healed
cuts and abrasions. Needle traces and puncture marks
speckled his chest and arms. Mirax felt sick to the pit of her
stomach, not at the wounds themselves for she had never been
squeamish, but at the thought that anyone could do that to
another person. To him.

"Sith, Corran. Shouldn't you be in the medcenter?"

Resetting the safety, he placed the blaster on a side table and
ran a hand through disheveled hair. "I've been there for the past
two days. It looks a lot worse than it feels, and the marks are
already starting to fade."

His brow furrowed as he reached out to touch her arm.
"Everyone thought you were dead. Cracken only told me
yesterday that you hadn't been on that bacta run at Alderaan after
all..."

"Welcome to my world." The grief and desolation she'd felt since
his `death' inexplicably threatened to overwhelm her once more,
the feelings still too fresh to banish completely. She struggled to
keep her hand from shaking as she stretched out and touched
his face, tears welling in her eyes. "You were dead and I
mourned you, and I have never felt that bad over the loss of a
friend..."

"A friend?" His voice had steadied, and Mirax could even detect a
note of teasing. "Just a friend? I seem to remember being
promised a date, Ms. Terrik. I was hoping we'd be more than
friends."

She smiled and a solitary tear trickled down one cheek. "Typical
Corsec. Always reading more into a situation than is really
there."

"I have evidence to back it up," he whispered, his hand trailing up
her arm, his green eyes never leaving her face.

"What evidence?" She could lose herself in those eyes. Forever.
If only her tears would stop blurring her vision.

"You agreed to a date. You kissed me before that last flight." His
hand trailed slowly up her neck and caught a tear on one finger.
"And I would say this is pretty damning evidence."

"Oh, Corran," she sobbed, flinging herself forward into his arms,
burying her face in his neck as the tears flowed freely. "You were
dead. I thought you were dead."

His arms slipped round her shoulders, pulling her more tightly to
him, squeezing away the lingering pain. "I'm not. I'm here. Shhh,
Mirax. It's okay."

Her sobs quickly subsided as she clung to him, reveling in the
tight embrace she thought would never happen. Finally she
looked up at him, swiping away the last few tears with the heel of
her hand. "Don't you ever do that to me again, Corran Horn."

A wry smile tilted his lips. "I'll try not to." His eyes drifted closed
as he leaned in to kiss her.

She had never had a kiss so sweet, Mirax later decided, as that
first kiss from a resurrected Corran.

Her hand drifted up to the back of his neck, holding him gently in
place as she parted her lips and deepened their kiss. Her
insides melted when his tongue caressed hers and she tasted
him for the first time. The warmth of his mouth comforted her yet
left her wanting more, and she struggled to suppress the desire
that gripped her body. He was tired and injured -- now was not
the time or the place. When they finally parted for much-needed
oxygen, she touched her forehead to his, frantically trying to quell
her roiling emotions. "Corran, I..."

His fingers pressed to her lips, halting her words. "I missed you,
Mirax. And I thought about you. A lot." He looked at her through
long lashes. "My memories of you kept me sane, kept me
fighting."

Pulling away from him a little, she could still feel his breath
tickling her lips. "You're not going to try the `I'm just out of prison,
so please sleep with me' line, are you?"

"Would it work?"

"Not with me, flyboy," she replied with a smirk.

"How about the `I think I'm in love with you' line?"

"Depends."

Cupping her face in his hands, Corran pressed a delicate kiss to
her nose. "Depends on what?"

"On whether you mean it or not."

His voice was low and sensual. "I never say anything I don't
mean."

A whimper escaped her lips as she leaned in for another kiss,
her hands drifting to his shoulders and pressing him back down
to the bed as she lay alongside him. Her hand trailed over his
chest, recoiling instantly when he flinched. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," he whispered, catching her hand and kissing it. "It just
proves I'm alive."

Very gently, her hand came to rest in the center of his chest and
she watched it rise and fall. "Yes, you're still very much alive,
Lieutenant." Her lips replaced her hand as she brushed bruised
and blemished skin with feather-light kisses. Abdominal
muscles contracted under her touch as she crept lower...

She stopped suddenly and glanced at the unoccupied bed on
the other side of the room. "Where's your roomie?"

Eyes full of lust met hers over a heaving chest. "Ooryl? Rec
Room, probably. Gands don't sleep much."

Mirax watched his face for a long moment, contemplating
scenarios and outcomes, deciding on words. Finally she smiled.
"Tomorrow you pack your bags. You're moving in with me."

"Hey, don't I get any say in the matter? Maybe I like my
independence. You can't go around telling me what to ... oh,
sith!"

She sucked him in deep and hard, silencing his protests,
holding his hips firmly to the bed as she drove him higher and
higher. His hands tangled through her hair -- she groaned, he
shuddered. Root to tip, she touched and tasted every centimeter,
lips and hands working him, her eyes squeezed shut as she
allowed her other senses to take over. The warmth in her belly
grew in intensity as she felt him convulse beneath her...

His hands suddenly grabbed her arms, pulling her up and
twisting to lay her beside him. "Enough. I need you and I want
you, but you have way too many clothes on."

Mirax kissed him briefly and passionately, sat up to pull off her
boots, then stood to strip off her jumpsuit and underwear. In no
time at all she was back on the bed, straddling his stomach
carefully as she looked down on him with dark eyes. He lay
beneath her, hurt yet still strong, his eyes blazing with a fire
she'd never seen before. Leaning forward, she placed a hand on
either side of his head, locking his gaze with her own. "I thought
you were dead," she growled. "I need to know you're alive." She
reached down and stroked him -- once, twice -- then sank onto
him with a loud gasp.

"Hell, yes, I'm alive," replied Corran through gritted teeth. His
hands skimmed over her thighs and waist before settling on her
breasts as she slowly rocked. "Either that, or I'm having one
helluva dream."

"This is no dream, flyboy."

Delicately, she kissed his injured skin, pausing only to suck at
sensitive nipples. Suddenly she found herself echoing his
moans as he slipped a hand between them to caress her clit.

Muscles tightened, movements intensified and hastened, and
breathing became difficult as they pushed their way towards
fulfillment. Long, slow lovemaking could wait -- what Mirax
wanted right at that moment was hard, fast, vitalizing sex. And
from Corran's reaction, that was what he wanted too. His hands
roamed all over her body, electrifying her skin and the muscles
beneath, and he thrust as much as he could in the limited space
she allowed him.

She watched his face as she made love to him, smiling as he
gasped in pleasure when she tightened her inner muscles
around him. Leaning down, she kissed him once more,
completely immersing herself in the feelings her body was
generating. To have him alive in her arms, inside her body, was
almost too much to bear. She hardly noticed when his arms
wrapped around her and he gave one, final thrust, his back
arching off the bed as he climaxed.

Mirax shuddered in his arms, unable to stop herself biting his
neck as her orgasm hit. A solitary, hot tear trickled down one
cheek as she finally propped herself up off his torso on shaky
arms. "I guess that proves it, then. You're alive," she said
hoarsely.

Corran grinned in reply, green eyes sparkling. "Are you sure?
Evidence can be faked -- maybe I should prove it again..."

Rolling to one side, she ran a gentle hand over his
sweat-slicked chest. "Maybe tomorrow, Corsec. You look like you
need some rest."

"I was resting, until some mad, insatiable woman broke into my
room and had her wicked way with me." He kissed the indignant
frown that was forming on her forehead. "Mirax, about me moving
in with you..."

"What about it?" she asked nervously, suddenly wondering if
she'd gone too far. Perhaps he did need his independence --
after all, they hadn't known each other that long, and yet, here
she was, insisting they should live together. "I only wanted you
where I could keep an eye on you..."

"Oh, I understand that," replied Corran, a smile tugging at the
corners of his mouth as he stroked her hair. "It's just ... can I
bring my droid?"

~THE END~