Chapter 3.75: The Mechanic
Will found the engineering bay by following the sound of cursing.
Tyvani was elbow-deep in the yacht's primary power coupling, her green skin slick with coolant, her lekku wrapped back in a work band. She had a plasma torch in one hand and was muttering a steady stream of profanity at the conduit housing.
"Problem?" Will asked.
She jerked, banging her head on the access panel. "Fuck—" She pulled back, rubbing her skull, and glared at him. "Don't sneak up on people when they're working with live plasma."
"Sorry."
"No you're not." But she was grinning now, setting the torch aside. "What are you doing down here?"
"Checking the nanite integration." Will gestured at his suit. "Making sure the interface is stable."
"Is it?"
"Mostly." He moved to the diagnostic panel, pulling up the readout. "There's some drift in the power distribution. Nothing critical, but I want to tune it before—"
"Before what?" She was beside him now, close enough that he could smell the coolant and the faint tang of ozone. "Before you build another ship? Before you terraform another planet? Before you take over the galaxy?"
Will looked at her. Her eyes were bright, challenging. "I'm not taking over anything."
"Sure." She leaned against the panel, arms crossed. "You just accidentally freed a bunch of slaves, stole a ship, bought a yacht with Jedi money, and started building an empire in the middle of nowhere."
"It's not an empire."
"What is it, then?"
Will didn't have an answer for that. He turned back to the diagnostic panel, adjusting the power flow parameters. Tyvani watched him work, her head tilted.
"You're good at this," she said finally.
"At what?"
"Tech. Building things. You don't hesitate." She pushed off the panel, moving closer. "I like that."
Will's hands stilled on the controls. "Tyvani—"
"What?" She was right behind him now, her breath warm against his neck. "You think I haven't noticed? You've been with all of them. Nayela, Meyra, Lunira, Alyeni. Everyone but me."
"I didn't think—"
"That I wanted you?" She laughed, low and rough. "Will, I've wanted you since Kashyyk. I just don't like sharing."
Will turned. She was close enough to touch, her eyes locked on his. "The others—"
"Can do what they want." Her hand came up, fingers tracing the edge of his jaw. "But when I'm with you, I want it to be just us. No audience. No performance. Just you and me and whatever we make of it."
"Okay."
"Okay?" She raised an eyebrow. "That's it? No questions? No 'are you sure?'"
"Are you sure?"
"Fuck yes." She grabbed his suit, pulling him down into a kiss.
It was nothing like Lunira's hesitant exploration or Alyeni's controlled intensity. Tyvani kissed like she worked—fast, focused, no wasted motion. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, her teeth catching his lower lip hard enough to sting. When she pulled back, they were both breathing hard.
"I want you," she said. "Right here. Right now. And I want you to keep up."
Will's cock was already hard, pressing against the nanite suit. "I can keep up."
"Prove it." She stepped back, pulling her work shirt over her head and dropping it to the floor. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her breasts were small, firm, her nipples dark green against lighter skin. She kicked off her boots, shimmied out of her pants, and stood naked in the middle of the engineering bay.
"Your turn," she said.
Will commanded the nanite suit to retract. It peeled away from his skin, flowing down his body and pooling at his feet. His cock stood out, hard and obvious.
Tyvani's eyes went wide. "Okay. That's—" She crossed the space between them, wrapping her hand around him. "That's going to be interesting."
"Too much?"
"No." She stroked him, slow and firm. "Just right. But we're going to need to take our time with this."
"Whatever you want."
"What I want—" She pushed him back against the workbench, her hand still working his cock. "—is for you to sit up here and let me figure out how this is going to work."
Will hoisted himself onto the bench. Tyvani stepped between his legs, her free hand bracing on his thigh. She was still stroking him, her grip confident, her eyes tracking his reactions.
"You like this," she said.
"Yes."
"Good." She leaned in, licking a stripe up the underside of his cock. Will's hips jerked. "Stay still."
"I'm trying."
"Try harder." She took him into her mouth, just the head, her tongue swirling around the crown. Will's hands gripped the edge of the bench, his knuckles white. She pulled back, grinning. "Sensitive?"
"Very."
"Perfect." She went down again, taking him deeper this time. Her mouth was hot, wet, and she was making these small sounds—satisfaction, maybe, or concentration. She pulled back, sucking hard on the head, then took him deep again.
Will's breath came in short gasps. "Tyvani—"
She pulled off with a wet pop. "What?"
"I'm close."
"Already?" But she was smiling. "Okay. Not yet, though." She stepped back, wiping her mouth. "I want you inside me first."
"How do you want—"
"Like this." She turned around, bracing her hands on the bench beside his hips, and bent forward. Her ass was right there, her pussy visible between her thighs. "Come on. I'm ready."
Will slid off the bench, positioning himself behind her. He ran his hand down her spine, over the curve of her ass. She was wet, slick against his fingers when he touched her.
"Stop teasing," she said. "Just—"
Will pushed into her.
She gasped, her back arching. He went slow, letting her adjust, but she pushed back against him.
"More," she said. "Don't baby me."
Will gripped her hips and thrust deeper. She made a sound—half moan, half curse—and pushed back harder.
"That's it," she said. "Fuck, that's—keep going."
He did. Slow, steady, working deeper with each thrust. She was tight, her body clenching around him, and the angle was perfect—deep and direct. When he bottomed out, she cried out.
"Yes. Right there. Don't stop."
Will didn't. He pulled back and thrust in again, finding a rhythm. Tyvani was moving with him now, meeting each thrust, her hands braced on the bench. The sound of skin on skin filled the bay, punctuated by her rough breathing and his low curses.
"Harder," she said. "I want to feel it tomorrow."
Will tightened his grip on her hips and picked up the pace. Deeper, faster, each thrust driving her forward. She was making sounds now—broken, desperate—and her thighs were shaking.
"Touch me," she said. "I need—"
Will reached around, finding her clit. She jerked, her whole body going tense.
"Fuck—yes—right there—"
He kept the pressure steady, his hips still moving, and she came with a strangled cry. Her pussy clenched around him, tight and pulsing, and he followed a moment later, thrusting deep and spilling inside her.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. Then Tyvani straightened, turning to face him. Her face was flushed, her breathing uneven.
"That was—" She stopped. Grinned. "That was exactly what I needed."
Will pulled her close, kissing her forehead. "Good."
"Give me five minutes and we're doing that again." She looked down at the mess between her thighs, at the come dripping down. "But maybe somewhere with a shower nearby."
"There's one in the crew quarters."
"Perfect." She grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the door. "Come on. I want to see how many times I can make you come before the others notice we're gone."
Will followed, his legs unsteady, his mind still catching up. Behind them, the engineering bay hummed with power, the diagnostic panel still displaying the nanite integration readout.
But neither of them looked back.