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Hera is pulled from a restless sleep as the sun rises over the horizon. When they first moved their base of operations to the fourth moon of Yavin, Hera thought Kanan and her would finally have a nice little apartment, just for the two of them with some much needed privacy. If she had known the living arrangements consisted of little huts with two open walls only big enough for a bed and table, Hera might have considered staying on the Ghost. At least on her ship she could block out the sun to get a little more sleep.
Not that she is able to sleep lately anyway. Her swollen belly gets in the way of just about everything nowadays. She can't sleep on her stomach for obvious reasons. She can't sleep on her back because the added weight of her belly makes her lower back ache, plus she has always hated sleeping on her back because of her lekku. She can kind of sleep on her side. Sometimes. When her husband isn't snoring in her face.
Letting out a soft groan, Hera pushes herself to a sitting position, swinging her legs off the side of the bed and pausing to catch her breath. This is absolutely ridiculous.
"You gettin' up?" Kanan's groggy voice cuts through the sounds of the whisper birds chirping in the distance.
"Might as well. Sun is coming up and I couldn't sleep anyway." Hera stands, her hands braced on her lower back. "I have a meeting with Mon and Bail in an hour."
Kanan's hand thuds in the space next to him where she sleeps. His brows draw down in a frown as he sweeps his hand across the empty spot. Hera smiles and leans forward, her hands braced on the mattress. When his hand finds hers, a wide smile lights up his entire face. He tugs on her wrist slightly.
"Just come back to bed for a minute," Kanan murmurs.
Before, she would have immediately protested, saying she had way too much to do. Now, with the baby coming, Hera found herself not rushing to the next thing, actually wanting stillness with Kanan. "Okay," she says, her voice no more than a whisper.
Climbing back into bed, Hera cuddles into Kanan's side. Her head resting on his outstretched arm with her lekku wrapped around it. His hand on her lower back, creeping up underneath the lightweight sleep shirt she wore. Her palm resting on his chest, fingers twisting around the short hairs that have started turning gray. His free hand coming up to circle her belly, cradling it gently.
The baby growing in her belly moves, rolling over or flipping or who knows what kind of gymnastics. Kanan laughs softly, his breath ghosting over her forehead. "He is really moving." His voice drips with awe. At her or the baby, Hera isn't sure.
She drops her hand to cover his on her belly. "Yeah. He's pretty active in the mornings."
Kanan's grin grows, his hand moving around her belly, chasing the wiggly baby. "I can't believe we are going to be parents." His lips brush against the base of her lekku as he talks, punctuating it with a kiss. "You're going to be a great mom."
Hera chuckles lightly. "I hope so."
His lips travel down her face. One kiss on her eyelid, a kiss on her cheek, a kiss on her chin, before finally a slow kiss on her lips. It's unhurried and soft, the faintest brush of his tongue, the slightest scrape of his teeth. Hera's hand comes up to cup his face, fingers sweeping back and forth through the beard she loves so much. The beard that is also starting to sprout some gray hairs, not that Hera would ever tell him that. She moans into his mouth, the careful way he kisses her sending electricity down her spine.
Leaning into her, Kanan's arms wrap around her and guide her to her back, without breaking their kiss. As he hovers over her, he pulls back slightly and when those gray eyes meet hers it's like he can really see her, the parts of her that are important anyway. It is overwhelming in the best possible way. All her life, Hera fought to be taken seriously, to be believed, to be listened to, and here was this man who saw every part of her and still came back for more.
Her fingers in his beard slide up to brush a loose strand of hair from his forehead, tucking it behind his ear, then up to the scar across his eyes and the bridge of his nose. The skin is still pinker than his natural coppery skin tone, but the puckered lines of scars have faded a bit, now only serving to highlight the laugh lines around his eyes that seem to be deepening even more since he found out they were having a baby.
A devastating smile breaks out across Kanan's face. "You checking me out, Captain?" he asks, with a chuckle.
"What if I was?"
"If you were," Kanan draws out the word, "then you might be late for your meeting."
Hera sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, thinking. "They probably don't need me."
Kanan moves his lips to her ear cone and whispers, "They definitely don't need you. Let someone else worry about the galaxy for thirty minutes."
"Thirty minutes?" Hera asks, skeptically.
Kanan barks out a laugh. "I don't need to see you to know you've got that look on your face." His fingertip traces her arched brow. "The look that says I've underestimated the situation. You're right, let's make it a full hour."
Hera giggles. It feels so good to have just this tiny slice of normalcy. Kanan dips his head to her neck, kissing the column of her throat in a way that makes her lekku curl at the tips. His lips travel further until they reach the collar of her shirt. He huffs in frustration which only makes Hera laugh more. She pushes on his chest gently, letting him know she is going to sit up. When Kanan rolls to his back, Hera, with much effort, wriggles out of her shirt. Kanan dips his fingers into the waist band of the little shorts she slept in.
"Might as well just get these off, too," he says with that crooked half grin that always makes her swoon.
Hera pushes the shorts and her basics off her hips, but can't quite get them past her knees. "Help?" She grabs his hand and guides it to her shorts as he laughs at her. "Hey, I wouldn't laugh at your pregnant wife if you still want her to ride you."
His grin falters for a moment, then he winks at her. "My apologies, sweetheart." He tugs her shorts and basics off the rest of the way, kissing her legs as he goes.
When she is finally naked, Kanan shifts to get his own basics off, before wrapping an arm around her middle. "Here, lay on your side for me." He tugs her to him, her back pressing firmly into his chest, his hard cock nestling right between her ass cheeks.
Hera closes her eyes, relishing the moment. His hand comes up to cup one breast, very gently kneading the heavy mound. She sighs in contentment, wiggling her butt up against him. Kanan's breath comes hot and heavy behind her as he continues to work her higher, her lekku now firmly wrapping themselves around his neck. His lips meet one lek and sucks, tearing a low whimper from her lips.
"You ready for me, Hera? I bet you are. You're so sensitive, right now. Doesn't take much to make you completely soaked for me, does it?" Kanan whispers into her neck.
His hand drops from her breast, trailing down her middle to the apex of her thighs. She lifts her leg and he brings his leg forward so her leg can rest there. And then his fingers are in her, sliding through her wetness. They moan simultaneously.
"I knew it," he gloats.
Through her labored breathing, Hera murmurs, "Like there was any doubt, love."
He kisses her shoulder and she can feel the head of his cock at her entrance. Hera shifts her hips backwards, sliding along his shaft. With his hand between them, Kanan notches himself at her entrance and then slips inside. The sensation takes Hera's breath away, or maybe she just forgot how to breathe. She is so full and so overwhelmed, every synapse seeming to fire at once and scream Kanan, Kanan, Kanan, at her.
His rhythm is slow and steady at first, a gentle rocking back and forth. He keeps his lips on her skin, every few thrusts letting out deep groans against her. Hera reaches her hand behind her and grabs onto his hair, sinking her fingers in deep, scratching at his scalp. Kanan moves quicker, but still just as gentle, quick snaps of his hips against her ass until Hera feels as if she might explode at any moment.
"I'm so close," Hera tells him.
Kanan pants at her ear cone. "I know. Come with me, Hera."
She nods, the ability to speak temporarily lost. Kanan's rhythm turns erratic and a wave of sensation crashes over her. The tingling reaches all the way down to her toes and she cries out, the orgasm leaving her a shaking mess as Kanan spills inside her, holding her tightly against him.
"I love you, Hera," he whispers, as they come down from a high they have only known with each other.
Hera wraps her hand around his on her belly, intertwining their fingers. "I love you, too."
Written by a human in Ellipsus.