Title: Rogue Girl, part 1
Author: Alison Sky
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Wes Janson, Wedge Antilles, and female.
Summary: A young woman loves to fly, and flyboys.
Disclaimer: As always, George owns all the boys and everything else in the SW
universe. (lucky man).  Not doing this for anything else but pleasure... and
to give other people pleasure... I hope.

     She had no name, no home, and no family.  She couldn't remember her
past, or think of a future.  All she knew was that she had a love, and that
love would hopefully bring her a future.
    "Come in."
    She entered the office and stood at attention.  Inside the room, three
men stood.  Each one, she could tell right away, were seasoned pilots.  They
were all shorter than average height, had youthful features that held a look
of feeling much older than they really were.
    Yet each of them looked different.  The one closer to her had curly brown
hair and a mischievous grin on his face.  The one opposite him was serious,
with his blonde hair cut neat.  The one behind the desk had wavy brown hair
and commanding eyes.  "At ease," the one behind the desk stated.
    "Thank you, Commander Antilles."  She relaxed, then sat in the chair that
the mischievous one offered her.
    "Please, call me Wedge.  And these are my associates.  To my left, Tycho
Celchu…"
    "A pleasure," the blonde pilot, Tycho, stated.
    "… And to my right, Wes Janson."
    "A great pleasure, indeed."  Wes gave her a sweet smile and nodded.
    "So, young lady, I have received your transmission regarding you wanting
to join one of my squadrons.  Yet, you have no marked records in the New
Republic.  May I ask why you even believe that I should consider you as a
candidate?" 
    Wedge examined the young lady in front of him.  She was tall, slender,
and very trim.  She had the body of a soldier, as well as the mental
conditioning.  Her brown eyes stared at his with full attention and interest.
However, there was something else, something about her he could not figure
out, but that just caught his interest even more.
    The young woman sighed.  "I know this may sound strange, but I just feel
that this is right."
    Tycho glanced at Wedge, then at Rogue.  "Are you a Jedi?"
    She shook her head.  "I don't know.  I can't remember."
    Wedge lifted an eyebrow.  "Can't remember?"
    Her eyes softened and she took her glance away from the three men.  "I
just woke up one morning, and couldn't remember anything… who I was, my
family, nothing.  All I knew was that I had this love for flying.  I went to
pilot's lounges, thinking that maybe I was a soldier and someone might
recognize me.
    "It was there that I heard talk of your new squadron, the Wraiths.  They
said it was full of rejects, and I figured that maybe I could fit into that."
    Wes winced.  "Hate to tell you this, but the Wraiths were just
decommissioned."
    The young lady slouched in her seat.  "I don't know what to do then," she
said.  "I don't think I'm exactly Rogue material."
    "And we don't have an opening in the squadron either," Tycho pointed out.
"We just filled our last position with another female a few days ago."
    Wedge remained silent, letting himself absorb all that this young woman
was saying.  He felt sorry for her and her situation, and his gut was telling
him not to let her go.  "I have an idea.  Wes, run the young lady on some
sims and see what she can do.  Tycho and I will think up something."
    The young woman's eyes lit up.  "Thank you so much, sir."
    "But before you go, we need to give you a name.  Can you think of what
you might like to be called?"  The woman shook her head, not knowing what to
think.
    "Rogue."
    Everyone spun to look at Wes.  He smiled and nodded.  "Rogue can be a
female name.  I know a girl back home named that.  Sounds good to me."
    The woman smiled.  "Sounds good to me too."  She stood and nodded. 
"Thank you, sirs."
    "No problem," Wedge replied.  He watched as Wes escorted the young woman
out the door.  "Oh, Wes," Wedge said, calling Janson back.
    Wes stuck his head back in the door.  "Yes, boss?"
    Wedge threw him a warning glance.  "Behave."
    A mischievous grin formed on Wes' face.  "Yub, yub, commander."

    Wes stood outside the simulator that Rogue was in, observing and
calculating her performance.  She's good, Wes thought, really good.  I wonder
if she can perform like this with other things…
    As if on cue, the sim ended and the hatch popped open.  Rogue climbed out
and took off her helmet.  Her hair was up in a bun, yet a few strands had
fallen out and were stuck with sweat to her face.  "How'd I do?"
    Wes shook himself and looked down at her scores.  "Exceptionally well,
one of the best performances I've seen in a long time."
    Rogue blushed.  "Like I said, I love to fly."
    Wes laughed.  "I'm sure you do."  He looked up at the chronometer  "are
you hungry?  It's getting late."
     "A bit."  Rogue took off her helmet and reached into the simulator to
put it away.  Wes couldn't help but look down and examine her curves, and he
struggled hard to keep himself "on his best behavior".
     "Me too," Wes replied, clearing his throat.  "Let's go to the mess and
get something to eat."
     He held out his arm, and Rogue slipped her arm through his.  Together,
they walked out of the sim room and towards the mess.  As they walked, Wes
could not help but keep catching peeks at Rogue and her body.  He wanted to
memorize every feature, and wished he could do more than just look.  And
Wedge would kill me if I did.
     Rogue, however, did not let his attention escape her.  In fact, she let
her eyes do her own gazing.  Wes was not that much shorter than she was.  In
fact, they were about the same height.  He had nice, strong arms, and a very
firm chest.  All that with his youthful face made Rogue want to see what else
he could do as well.
Her mind started to wander down the same path as Wes'.  Their eyes met, and
instantly the thought sparked between them.
     "If you want, the mess is open all night…"

     Tycho and Wedge sat at the officer's bar, discussing Rogue and her
situation.  After two hours, they had only come up with a few possibilities. 
The Lysankya was out.  Neither Corran nor Tycho remember there being a female
prisoner among them.  There were no intergalactic missing persons report
fitting her description, and, thank the Force, neither were there any from
the mental institutions.
     "It's probably just a case of amnesia," Tycho concluded.
     "I'll go find her and Wes and take her to the medics," Wedge stated. 
"See you tomorrow, and give Winter my love."
     "I will, Wedge.  Goodnight."

     Once Wes had Rogue in his bedroom, he could not keep his hands to
himself.  Once the door was shut, he held Rogue's neck, and leaned down to
kiss her.  Rogue snaked her hands around his back and held him close to her. 
She felt his hard body pressed against her chest, and the firmness made a
smile form on her busy lips.
Her fingers brushed the zipper of his flightsuit, and she unzipped it down to
his waist.  Wes, feeling the looseness of the suit, let his grip on Rogue go.
He pulled his arms free of the sleeves and let the suit hang at his waist.
     Rogue felt the room's temperature rise as she stared at Wes.  He wore a
tight white tank top under his flightsuit, which clung to his body with
sweat.  She could see his muscles, taunt against his skin, toned and free
from any fat.  His hair was sticking out in all directions, and he had a
playful smile on his face.  "What'cha looking at?" he asked.
     "You," she replied, and leaned forward, letting her tongue lick one of
his firm nipples.  Wes closed his eyes and leaned his head back while Rogue
let her lips and tongue play over his chest.
     He let his hands lower to her head, and he pulled her hair out of the
bun.  The hair fell around her shoulders, and he let his fingers comb through
it.
     Then he let his hands wander to the front of her blouse and unbutton it.
He rubbed his hands over her bra, brushing her breasts gently.  Rogue moaned
as his fingers played across her nipples.
     She looked up at him and smiled, then walked him slowly towards his bed.
She sat him down on the bed, then proceeded to strip off her top in a very
seductive manner.  She draped her blouse around Wes' shoulders, then went and
sat on his lap, straddling him.
     Wes started to kiss her shoulder as his hands reached back to unsnap her
bra.  He had three hooks undone and was fighting with the fourth when the
door opened suddenly and Wes heard someone enter.
     "Wes, I was thinking…"
     Wes snapped his head up and saw Wedge standing in the doorway, his mouth
opened wide.

     Hundreds of excuses flew through Wes' mind, but before he could say
anything, Rogue stood up and smiled at Wedge.  "Hello Commander.  Nice of you
to stop by."
     "You know, Rogue," Wedge stated, keeping his eyes on her face and no
where else, "seducing an officer will not get you a roster spot."
     Rogue sauntered over to Wedge and she saw him break out in a sweat. 
"I'm not doing this for any other reason but pleasure, sir."  She reached up
and let a finger slide along Wedge's cheek.  "Don't you approve of pleasure?"
     Wedge closed his eyes at Rogue's touch.  It had been a long time since
he had been with a woman, and here was one, already half-naked in front of
him.  But he was an officer, and he could not allow it.  "Yes, I do...but..."
     "No 'buts'," Rogue said, putting a finger on Wedge's lips.  She took his
hand and led him towards Wes' bed.  She sat him on the bed and let her finger
slide down from his lips to his throat, then leaned over and kissed Wedge on
his lips
Rogue then backed away and unsnapped the last hook on her bra, letting it
fall away.  Her breasts hung there, nice and firm, her dark nipples standing
at attention like two well-trained soldiers.
     Wes leaned over and whispered in Wedge's ear, "It's OK, Wedge, you can
touch her.  She won't break."
     Wedge pulled his shirt off and reached out, taking Rogue's right hand. 
He started at her fingers, kissing and sucking each digit, then turned it
over and gently nipped on her wrist.  His tongue moved upwards, playing with
the tender inside of her elbow, then to her shoulders, neck, and throat.  He
kissed her Adam's apple, then traced a line with his tongue between her
breasts, and ended on her left nipple, sucking on it gently.
     Wes, meanwhile, was on his knees.  He had removed Rogue's pants, yet
left her lace bikini bottom remain.  He kissed her from naval to thigh, then
let his nose run into her private pleasure zone, getting a good sniff of her
womanly scent.  His hands, positioned on her waist, went lower, and he let
one go underneath her panty and run along the moist crack that contained her
juices.  His finger came out wet, and he licked it clean, getting a good
taste of her.
     Rogue moaned, one of her hands on Wedge's back, while the other was down
and playing with Wes' hair.  She could feel every movement of their tongues,
tiny tingles forming in her body as they sucked and licked her most sensitive
and private spots.
     Suddenly, She felt herself being lifted.  Wes, with Rogue's legs draped
over his shoulders, had lifted her up while Wedge supported her back.  They
carried her to Wes' bed, and laid her down on his sheets.  Rogue felt them
for the first time.  Silk, she thought. Black silk.  He really is a ladies
man.
     And that ladies man was now making his way up her body with tiny gentle
kisses.  He finally reached her mouth and she let his tongue in to explore
along her inner cheeks and teeth.
     "Let me show you real flying," Wes whispered into her ear as he came up
for air.  Rogue nodded, and she felt Wes enter her.  They both groaned, and
Wes stood up and started to pump gently into her.  Rogue, meanwhile, turned
her head and saw Wedge standing back, looking like a little lost puppy. 
Rogue beckoned him forward and reached out to grab him around his waist.  He
unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the ground, and she took his
manhood into her hands.  It was hard and long, a soft tone of pink that Rogue
could not take her eyes off.  She caressed it in her hands, rubbing it along
its shaft and letting her fingers play with the flap of skin on the end.  She
drew it closer and closer to her mouth, until finally she started to lick on
it like a lollipop.  Wedge pushed his member forward into her mouth, and she
started to suck him.
     Wes continued to pump inside of Rogue, and he let his fingers reach down
to play with her clitoris.  Rogue suddenly buck and arched her back as she
came in a wave of pleasure.  Wes continued pumping harder, and he came with
her.  As they relaxed, Wes smiled and pulled out of her.  He waved Wedge
towards Rogue's legs.  "You're turn."
     Rogue stifled a laugh as Wedge took position at the edge of Wes' bed. 
Rogue turned over onto her belly and opened her legs wide, inviting Wedge in.
He entered and started a gentle rhythm massaging Rogue's butt whit each
stroke.
     Wes came over to Rogue and stood before her and smiled as she took his
limp member in her hand.  "You can't fall asleep now," Rogue whispered to
Wes' member.  "We've only just begun."
     To that, Wes' member perked up to attention.  It's just as lively as the
other mind in the body, Rogue thought with a smile as she let took Wes'
member into her mouth and let her tongue explore the new stick.  It was
half-stiff, and it tasted of a mixture of her and of him.  She decided that
she liked that taste, and proceeded to lick it all up.  Wes let his eyes roll
to the back of his head, enjoying every moment.
Wedge started to pump faster, and soon he and Rogue came, just as Wes came in
her mouth.  The three collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs.
     "That was fun," Wes stated.
     Wedge and Rogue chuckled.  "Is that all you can say?" Rogue asked.
      Wes let his mischievous smile settle on his face.  "It could get
better?"
     "How?"
     Wes looked at Wedge, and the two flyboys let a smile pass between them. 
Suddenly, Rogue felt that the two had something planned, and she was scared
and excited at the same time.  "Bring it on, boys," she said.  "I can take
whatever you dish out."
     "Oh really?" Wedge asked as he took one of Rogue's nipples into his
mouth and sucked for a moment.  "Just wait till you see the two of us really
get going...."
 

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Rogue cut off Wedge's words by sitting up and pulling him close, giving him a
deep kiss on his lips.  Wedge leaned her back and lay on top of her, letting
his fingers brush along her hair.  He then took his hand and put it under her
armpit, and ran his fingers along her arm.  Rogue found herself raising it,
and then jumped when she felt silk along her wrist.  She broke her kiss with
Wedge and looked up to see Wes tying her arm to the headboard of his bed.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Shhh…." Wedge whispered and nuzzled into her neck.  "You know we won't hurt
you… trust us."
This time, Wedge slowly let him mouth send kisses along her arms, and Rogue
found that arm raised to the headboard and tied.  Her legs were left loose,
but Wes held on final silk scarf.  Gently, while Wedge rolled off her, Wes
leaned down and blindfolded Rogue.
Trapped in silken darkness, Rogue felt uncomfortable.  She could still move
her legs freely, but without the use of her arms, she wouldn't be able to
stop the two flyboys from whatever they were about to do to her.
Her body arched suddenly as a shot of cold hit her left breast.  Her squeal
was one that combined surprise with an unsuspected pleasure.  Concentrating
her senses, she realized that the cold sensation was being rubbed around her
nipples, followed but a pair of warm lips.
  The ice was a sensation that she had never felt before.  She knew that her
nipples had to be rock hard, from both the coldness and the sucking attention
that she was getting from two pairs of lips.  Hands reached up to caress her
breasts, as well as massage her shoulders.
Then, one mouth left her breasts and started to go south, letting the icy
cold trace a path down to her navel.  There, the coldness stopped as it
entered her bellybutton, and Rogue could feel each drip of cold water fall
into the tiny, intimate hole on her belly.
The other pair of icy lips went up to her neck and sat on her Adam's apple. 
Shivers ran down her spine from the coldness, yet it was also making her feel
very hot.
A third area of coldness appeared, this time on her inner thigh.  Rogue
jumped, but she felt a strong pair of hands holding her leg down.  The ice
moved up and then settled above the entrance to her vagina.  Drips ran down
her inner lips, causing Rogue to shiver and try to move her pelvis away from
the sensation.  Then, he jumped as the ice rubbed against her clitoris,
making her almost come on the first stroke.
A tongue followed the ice, licking up the cold water, as well as Rogue's
juices.  Then the ice was back, but this time it had the warm lips
surrounding it.  The lips sucked on her small pleasure point, drawing it into
the warm mouth, finding the ice and then back to the warm lips and flicking
tongue again.
She was so close to coming that at first she didn't feel the object that
entered her vagina.  Then, she felt the stiffness filling her.  Combined with
the icy mouth, Rogue instantly came, her breath coming out in pants.
    Suddenly her hands were free.  She quickly reached up and grabbed onto
the shoulders of the man inside of her.  Her hands traced the face, and she
knew it was Wes.  His dimples gave him away.  Then, she felt something new… a
probing where there shouldn't be.  But before she could say anything, Wedge
had entered her from behind and held her close.
    Rogue never knew that she could be so filled.  She had two men in her at
the same time.  Wes and Wedge started moving gently, supporting her in the
middle of them.  The sensation from in front and behind was more than Rogue
could bear.  She felt her body racked with wave after wave of pleasure. 
    Wedge reached around and rubbed her clitoris while Wed held her in the
air.  Even blindfolded, Rogue knew that she was a good foot off the ground. 
It was amazing, and as another orgasm hit her, she finally knew what she was
feeling.  It was the same feeling that she had when taking off in a ship, the
cold sweat and shortness of breath that exhilarates her when she does a snap
roll in zero-g.  In her mind, she felt as if she was flying through space,
and the boys were keeping her safe and wanted.
    With the blindfold still on, all she could see was darkness.  Yet her
last orgasm brought a light to her eyes, like a starship going into
hyperspace.  Finally, she was really flying.

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    Wes rolled over in his bed and laid an arm along the warm body that was
next to him.  Without opening his eyes, Wes remembered the sweet woman he and
Wedge had made love to all night long.  He had never had that kind of night
before in his life.  Gently, he leaned over and kissed her face.

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    Wedge stirred in his sleep and smiled at the warm body pressed against
him.  It had indeed been a long time since he had been with a woman, and even
longer since he had been with one that he had enjoyed.  Hugging her close,
Wedge leaned over and kissed her.

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    AH!
    Wes and Wedge separated from each other, wiping their mouths with their
hands.  They looked around the room, then at each other.  Both boys were both
in the bed, and Rogue was nowhere to be seen.
    "Where?"
    "What?"
    "How?"
    The two friends looked at each other and started to blush.  They were in
bed together, naked, where there was supposed to be a woman between them. 
"Where did Rogue go?" Wes asked.
    "I don't know," Wedge replied.
    They were silent, and they examined each other.  "Don't you dare tell
anyone about this," Wedge stated in his officer voice.
    "Yub yub, commander," Wes replied, but in a serious tone.

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She had no name, no home, and no family.  She couldn't remember her past, or
think of a future.  All she knew was that she had a love, and that love would
hopefully bring her a future.
The young woman found herself sleeping in a booth of a cantina.  In front of
her, a young man in black with blonde hair and blue eyes held out his hand to
her.  "Are you OK, miss?"
The young woman nodded, shaking her head.  "Yeah… just had a long night."
"I'm sure."  The young man smiled.  "Would you care to join me for breakfast?
I know a nice place a few levels up."
"Sure."  She stood and linked her arm with his.
"I always love company.  By the way, I'm Luke Skywalker.  Nice to meet you." 

End


*~Alison Sky~*
Newest Member of Rogue Squadron