"It sure was
nice for Mug and Iyah to contact their family about
a honeymoon for us," Commander Dillon Hobbes said,
as he walked across Claudius and Sierra's retreat in
the Sea Islands. Because it was a protective
wildlife refuge with access granted only to members
of the House of Rodney it was very likely that the
Empire would bother them here. As he sat in a chair
around the circular hole in the floor that led to
the sea and the ceiling that led to the sky he
sipped at his tropical drink and tried to enjoy
himself. "It's good to be a Duke," he said, as he
took a sip from his tropical drink, causing a loud
*slurping* sound. With a Delayan sea cow popping its
head occasionally through the hole in the floor he
felt as if he was a galaxy away from the war. It
truly was paradise and a fitting honeymoon for him
and his new bride.
*Hobbes* had been more than a little shocked when
Iyah's family had extended an invitation to vacation
on the Delayan Sea Islands for their honeymoon. She
had no complaints about getting away from the
stinky, poor living conditions that was the Ringali
Station. Dillon wouldn't even be able to carry her
across into the threshold because the door frame
wasn't wide enough. He'd smack her head on the wall.
Instead, Elayne was soaking up *sun*. Real, warm
rays of sunlight pelted down on her pale body as she
sat back in her chair. "It really fuckin' was. I
wasn't expecting anything like this either. Don't
get used to the bed. There's no way we could ever
afford that on our income." Elayne laughed happily.
She was in a good mood. She had even, much more
boldly than ever, opted to wear a bikini. She
shifted onto her side to look at Dillon. "I think
eloping was the best idea I've ever had."
"I suppose we
couldn't appropriate the bed for military necessity
and take it back to the station?" Dillon asked, as
he pulled down his glareshades to look at her with
his own eyes. "Yes. That dirty, dank station is no
place for a wedding," he said, as he sat up to look
at her affectionately. "And, who knows, maybe
they'll win the war without us while we're away," he
said, with a soft chuckle, as he leaned over to
place a kiss upon her. "I can't believe we're
married. I'm so lucky to have you. You're going to
get me through this war," he told her, as he left
his hand upon her face, clutching it, as if he was
afraid to let go. "I love you," he said, for the
1000th time that day. The smile that formed upon her
face when he saw her at the wedding had yet to leave
his face. Beneath him there was a snort of water as
one of the Delayan sea cows breached the surface.
thoughtful for a moment, then nodded her head. "I
don't see why not... We just gotta sneak the bed in.
If someone else sees us with it, they'll want to
fight us for it." The wedding on New Aldera had been
perfect. For them, as for many others, it was a
place of new beginnings. Elayne felt most hopeful
when they were there. "That'd be a dream come true.
We could run back to our cute blue house and start
working on making that family you want so bad."
Elayne teased, but the time spent with the Squibs in
the dessert room had swayed her onto his side.
Doctor Tohan's sassy words at the wedding had made
her laugh so hard. She didn't know the old man well,
but if he was still around when it did happen, she'd
go see him just to catch some more of his sass.
him sweetly. Since the wedding, her normally hard
exterior had opened up. Her emotions reached the
surface in a truly raw way that she could only show
to Dillon. Her lower lip quivered as he spoke the
sweetest words she had ever heard. He felt *lucky*
to have her; the ol' banged up, PTSD stricken piece
of work. She slowly rose from her seat. She let his
hand guide her to his body where she settled in on
top of him. "I love you," she said, looking him in
the eyes. "The feeling is mutual. I'm so lucky to
have you. You make every day easier for me. I'm
happy that we got married. I feel like finally, you
can begin to understand just how much I love you."
She stole another kiss from him.
just about to respond to Elayne's comments when
suddenly the sea cow lunged from the hole, bit onto
his loose fitting island shirt, and dragged him into
the hole. "Elayne!" he screamed, in a panic-stricken
voice, as he was pulled from his chair. There was a
loud *splash* as he was dragged under the water,
where he found himself surrounded by sea cows. He
finally managed to get back above the surface of the
water, inside of the aquatic house, spitting up salt
water and gasping for air. "Someone wants to play,"
he said, jokingly, but he was clearly annoyed as the
sea cows breached the surface, also, and began to
nuzzle him. Since the Rodney family had to abandon
their home in the sea islands the aquatic life had
not been getting the attention they had been used
yelled as Dillon was pulled under by a 'vicious'
Delayan sea cow. "Back, I say! Back!" She reached
towards him to help pull him away from the playful
sea cow. A small crowd of sea cows had gathered to
examine the new visitors. Elayne settled down at the
hole in the floor which opened into the ocean.
Slowly, she brought her legs into the water.
Immediately, the very same sea cow who had nabbed
Dillon came swimming towards her. "Uh," she said,
placing a hand on the top of the creature's head.
She began to pet it. "I... I have never been good
with animals." She told both her husband and the sea
cow. "When I was a little girl, my mom took me to a
carnival. I played some games and I won a lizard
crab. It was the coolest pet. It would sit on my
shoulder and scare the shit out of my mom." She
laughed. "It was a short love affair. 48 hours
later, Cuddlebug met his maker. No one ever told me
about how terribly unhealthy carnival animals are."
out of the hole with help from his *wife* and sat on
the edge of the hole, letting his legs dangle into
the warm, tropical waters. "I'm sorry about
Cuddlebug," he said, as he wrapped his arms around
his wife, and placed a kiss upon her cheek. It
seemed the sea cows were not going to let them have
the private honeymoon that both of them needed. "I
wonder if this thing has a retractable cover," he
asked, terrible, as he considered sealing the hole
and denying the sea cows access to them. "They did
mention this was a wildlife refuge. I guess we can't
be too annoyed that some wildlife actually showed
up," he commented, as he put on a smile and looked
to her. Then suddenly, without warning, he was hit.
"Gaah!" he screamed, as a thranta had landed on the
rim of the open roof and proceeded to defecate
directly above him. It hit him square on the head
and on the shoulder. It smelled awful and looked
She smiled at
his sincerity. She was over Cuddlebug, regardless,
she appreciated him. Her arms wrapped around him and
give him a quick tight squeeze. The sea cows
continuously brushed against her legs. They reminded
her that they were *watching*. "That's true. I
didn't think the wildlife would be so. . . friendly.
These sea cows would come to dinner with us if we
asked." She reached out, running her hand along
another one of the creatures. The wildlife was fun
until it wasn't. A thranta took the party to the
next level when it landed and proceeded to defecate
on her husband. Elayne frowned, but was also
grateful it hadn't happened to her. She would have
experienced an embarrassing break down over it. "Oh
man. Seriously?!" She yelled up at the thranta. It
looked as proud as a peacock. The smell drove Elayne
to rise and push Dillon towards the closest shower.
"Well, there goes my libido. Thanks, thranta." She
grumbled. When she looked behind her shoulder, she
could see that three of the sea cows were longingly
watching them leave. "Dillon, wave goodbye to your
Dillon did not
need much in the way of encouragement from Elayne to
get in the refresher after the thranta pooped on
him. He waved goodbye to the trio of sea cows before
moving off into the refresher with his wife. He
stripped off the shirt and dumped it into the
refuse, with the tag reading Property of Claudius
Rodney still visible. "Well, he *is* a Grand Moff.
Surely he won't miss *one* shirt," he said to his
wife, as he moved to begin to activate the water in
the shower. "Hopefully there's not a nerf skulking
about in here," he asked her, before he cautiously
opened the hamper. Convinced that they were secure,
he removed his borrowed swim trunks, and stepped
into the shower.
"Yeah! I doubt it! We saw his closet. There's plenty
more where that came from." While Dillon had taken
from Claudius Rodney's clothing, Elayne had been
forced to use that of Sierra Rodney. The swimsuit
was ill fitting on her, especially in the rear end.
She perched herself on the closed toilet seat and
crossed one leg over the other. "Let me know when
the essence of thranta is off of you and I'll join
you." She reached behind her back to untie the laces
of her top. "I bet he wouldn't miss the bed
either...you know..." Elayne liked the bed. It was
one of the first things they had used in the house.
"Thank goodness the sea cows can't follow us in
here. They really looked like they wanted to try
nutty old Ithorian said we had to stand with one
another through all things ... that includes thranta
shit!" DIllon said, before he playfully reached out
and dragged her into the shower. Fortunately, after
a few moments in the shower he was beginning to
smell normal. Well, better than normal as he was
often in a sweaty flightsuit on a cramped space
station with scant access to running, hot water. To
him this shower was one of the highlights of the
honeymoon so far. "No. He won't miss the bed. He'd
probably blame his brother anyway," he teased her,
as he began scrubbing himself. "Don't say that. For
all we know they can open doors," he said, as he
watched the refresher door for any sign of movement.
"Hey! No! Let
go of me!" She playfully fought against him before
succumbing to him and joining him in the shower. She
slipped off her bikini bottoms and threw them in the
refresher's abyss. She had no respect for a Grand
Moff, and thus she had no respect for anything
belonging to him or his family. "Oh my. The water is
*so* warm!" Elayne had made the statement tons of
times yet it was still novel for her. The showers
they shared together were cramped and cold. By the
time she emerged from the shower in their room, she
felt worse than when they entered. Here, there
seemed to be endless space. Of course, Elayne still
decided to stay within the personal bubble of her
husband. "Okay. Our wedding present to each other is
that bed. We're takin' that thing back and we're
gonna use it!" She stepped up behind him. Elayne
nuzzled herself against his back. "Why you gotta say
that? When I wake up in the middle of the night with
bad dreams of sea cows trying to kill us, I'm going
to wake *you* up." She nipped at the back of his
neck. "Dillon... The sea cows are coming.." She
"If we really
do take the bed I'll be too sound asleep for you to
wake me up," Dillon boasted, as she came up behind
him. But then she bit him and told him the sea cows
were coming, causing him to yelp and jump up in the
shower. "Not nice!" he said, as he reached forward
and took hold of one of Sierra's expensive loofah
sponges. He turned around, and rubbed it playfully
in her face, while laughing. "Two can play this
game," he said, before he removed the sponge, and
quickly moved his face in to place a kiss upon her
lips. He surged forward until her back was against
the shower wall with the warm water cascading down
"Oh *noooo*. Not the dread loofah sponge!" She tried
to get away from him but there wasn't *that* much
room in the shower. "Ahhhhhh!" She screamed.
Everything melted away in that moment in the shower.
Elayne was able to live carefree. She looked so
happy. She owed Dillon for all the happiness he had
given her. She dropped her defenses and wrapped her
arms around his neck. Her lips danced with his. Her
tongue made the short trip into his mouth where she
continued to initiate. They had utilized the shower
for certain activities before, but it was even
better when the water wasn't painfully cold. Her
body was hot. The water was hot. Dillon was hot.
"Commander," she gasped. Her dark eyes sparkled.
"What *arreee* you doing?" Elayne continued to be
playful with him. He had her pinned right now. Her
back was against the wall. She lifted her foot and
sat it down upon the lip of the shower. Her hips
continued the trouble her lips had started by
dancing against his.
here, Elayne. We're on leave," Dillon informed her,
with a confident smirk, as he pressed his lips
forcefully against hers. He nibbled at her bottom
lip playfully, as he pressed her more firmly into
"I'm locked on
target," he said, as he spun her around so now that
her chest was facing the wall. "I'm going in," he
whispered in her ear. If he was not holding onto her
the pleasurable sensations would have brought him to
Her heart beat
began to pump much more quickly. His words did much
to tease her. She anticipated him entering her. Her
hands pressed into the shower wall. He always hit
his targets. She sucked in a deep breath. "Dillon!"
Familiar, wonderfully blissful feelings filled her.
The pleasure started in her lower half, then spread
all over her body. "I love you so much." She
groaned. He brought her even closer to all those raw
emotions rising inside of her. Her back arched as
she angled herself against the wall. Elayne had
forgotten all of her self doubt. When they were like
this, it was impossible to deny how Dillon felt and
how accepting he was of her body.
"Thank you for
marrying me," Dillon said to her, as he moved one of
his hands up to the back of her head, where he
grabbed her hair forcefully. He was so hot that if
the water were not crashing down upon him he worried
he would burn up. He lowered his head and began to
kiss at her neck before biting at her earlobe.
"Thank you for marrying me." During the long,
difficult war, Elayne had found someone to make
every aspect of her life better. If she died in the
next mission, she would die *happy*. Her head jerked
back. There was no one else to worry about here. She
didn't have to think about the cadet in the room
next door listening to the Commander and Major enjoy
each other. "Me too. Thank goodness they can't open
doors." She snickered. He closed what little gap
existed between them. Her smooth back settled into
his chest. "Mmm... I'm also glad I get to do this
with you for the rest of my life." His heat was
contagious. Her body felt so hot. Natural reactions
were beginning to rise inside of her. Even her
cybernetic legs had become weak.
"The rest of
your life? I'm going to need to start taking Auntie
Mae's vitamins," Dillon teased her, as he placed his
lips back upon her lips. He was becoming breathless,
his cheeks were flushing red ... both sets, and he
was beginning to sweat profusely. Thankfully the
warm water splashing down upon them was immediately
cleansing him. "Emergency landing!" he cried out, as
he crashed into the shower floor, his body still
trembling, with the water falling down upon him like
a light rain.
"I heard the gummy vitamins are good." Her eyes
slammed shut. The entirety of her body was shaking.
"Dillon!" She wasn't going to make it much longer.
Thankfully, she didn't have to. Her fake legs were
good, but not *that* good. "Uh oh!" Down they fell
to the shower floor. Elayne crashed on top of
Dillon. She began to laugh happily underneath the
shower water. Her arms moved around him. "I love
you." She pressed her ear against his chest to
listen to the quickened beating of his heart. "I
love you so much."
"I love you
too ... now help me off this floor!" Dillon
insisted, as he reached above them in an attempt to
turn the water off, but unfortunately instead of
turning the water off he simply adjusted the
temperature to cold. "Ahh!" he screamed, as the cold
water began to crash down upon them. "Turn it off!
Turn it off!" he pleaded, as his hand haphazardly
hit the controls until the water eventually stopped.
With that crisis abated he began to get back onto
his feet, moving to take hold of the towels with the
ornately embroidered 'C' and 'S' upon it. "Nice
towels. High thread count," he said, a she tossed
her the 'S' towel, and began to dry himself. "And
robes too? Don't mind if I do, Governor," he said,
as he slid into the lavish, terrycloth robe, and
then moved over towards Elayne with the matching
woman's robe. "Can we take these too?" he teased
her, before starting to smirk. It was better than
staying at the finest resort on Corellia.
She screamed as cold water rained down on her. It
was *miserable*! It stopped soon thereafter. "That
was horrible!" She shrieked, rising to her feet and
quickly getting out of the shower before a second
wave of cold water could find her. Elayne caught the
towel. "Wow. Look!" She said, turning the towel
towards him so he could see the embroidered
lettering. "Dillon, I think we're fighting for the
wrong side. They get embroidered towels and robes!"
She was kidding, of course. She tried her body off
with what felt like clouds. She hung up her towel
and let Dillon help her put on the soft robe. "Wow!
Hell yeah we're taking these! We can have the 'C'
and 'S' removed and a 'D' and 'E' added. Good as
new!" She took his hand and led him towards the
bedroom where the most comfiest bed ever awaited
"Do you think
we can afford embroidery?" Dillon asked, as he
followed her into the bedroom. The floor was
transparisteel allowing them a view of the lush
aquatic life taking up residence beneath the
retreat. Even the sea cows were visible. "How about
'C' stands for cool," he said, as he struck a pose
and pointed at the 'C' on his robe. "...and 'S'
stands for sexy," he added, as he slapped her on the
bum, and climbed onto the much too comfortable bed.
"Oh no wonder we're beating them. They probably just
lay in bed all day," he said, as he outstretched his
arms and spread out. There were more pillows than
craft in his squadron.
do you even buy embroidery?" Elayne laughed. She had
to admit, whoever had created the home had good
taste. She thought it was cool how the floor was
transparisteel, though slightly less cool when
Dillon's adoring fans decided to follow them to the
bedroom. It gave her the impression that they were
being watched by cute little sea cows. She began to
laugh again while he explained the new meanings of
the embroidered lettering. "Okay! We'll take them,
Mr. Cool." She dove into the bed then ducked beneath
the covers. "Oh. My. Germanicus!" Elayne spread
herself out on the bed like a starfish and let out a
deflating sigh. After leaving Ringali Station to
marry Dillon, Elayne found herself feeling better
and better. Her mind had become so fractured during
the war. As much as she liked being in the pit of
her starfighter, she had a growing suspicion that it
was doing damage too. This last assault on Rhire had
really struck her in the middle of her chest. Her
frozen heart had only recently thawed at Dillon's
sweet persuasion. When something happened to
compromise the love that she shared with him, Elayne
crumbled. Her head turned. The playfulness escaped
from the Major. She reached out to his hand,
grasping it and sliding her fingers in between his.
"I love you.
Thank you for marrying me." She tilted her chin
towards him with a surprisingly large grin on her
face. It seemed that her years were rapidly melting
off of her. She felt youthful. She felt *alive*.
"It's going to
be really hard readjusting to life on the station
again after this," Dillon said, with a deep sigh, as
he snuggled into his wife. "There isn't even an
Auntie Mae's on there," he said, as he offered her a
fake frown. "The one good part of the station is the
lack of wildlife. Even now the sea cows are
somewhere beneath us ... lurking... waiting," he
said, as he leaned over to place a kiss upon her. It
was a wonderful thing for the veteran pilot to have
at a moment like this, after years of hardship on
the front lines of the galactic civil war. He had
gone from raw pilot on Fest all the way to squadron
leader, and during the years had never thought what
he was now experiencing would be possible.
Truthfully he did not even think it would be
possible for the Rebellion to win the war. He never
thought he would see peace like this. Even if he
only had it for a few days it was better than not
having it at all.
kill us..." Elayne added as she peered out over the
edge of the bed. Sure enough, there was the trio of
sea cows. She slunk back into the bed to hide away
from them, happily receiving the kiss from him. "Awww.
I will take you to get a triple scoop from Auntie
Mae's before we leave." Elayne promised him. She
grabbed the high thread count blankets and tucked
them in. Her body linger close to his. She would
cherish these days for the rest of her life. Even
though war surrounded them, they were able to take
some time away to enjoy each other and remember why
they continued to fight. Her arms wrapped around him
tightly. "I love you. Promise you'll protect me from
the sea cows while I sleep. I don't want to die from
being slowly consumed by a sea cow."
"They make it
in a triple now? I don't know, I might not fit back
in the cockpit," Dillon said, as he reached down to
rub his belly. He had never eaten so much as he had
these past few days. Gone were the military rations,
replaced with hearty, home cooking. Even before the
war he had never eaten as well as he had on their
honeymoon. "I love you too. Of course I promise to
protect you from the sea cows," he told her, before
leaning over to place a tender kiss upon her lips.
"Maybe we could put blasters upon their head and
send them into battle against the Empire," he
suggested, as the kiss broke, and he began to
consider their usefulness. "Sea cows with freaking
blasters on them..." he said, verbally theorizing
his master stroke against the Empire.
hard. "I'm going to draw that when I get back to the
station... Something tells me sea cows with blasters
would have better aim than Stormtroopers. You know,
we could eat the triple, then fast for like three
days straight. I wouldn't want my *lovely* orange
jumpsuit to be too tight." Her fingers ran over his
chest slowly. She was still in awe of all the recent
events in her life that resulted in him agreeing to
marry her, and then going through with it. She hoped
the Rebels won the war just so she could give him
one hell of a life afterward. "Go sleepy with me!"
She said, pulling him down into the nest of
comfortable blankets. "I can guarantee that I'm
going to be out for *at least* sixteen hours thanks
to the comfort of this bed...but don't worry, I'm
eat Auntie Mae's I never get full. It's like there's
some secret additive in there that makes me
hungrier. I wouldn't be surprised if this turned out
to be some ISB plot," Dillon complained, before
being dragged off to sleep by his *wife*. "Yes,
Major," he said, before bringing his hand up to his
temple in a mock salute. Even if she was not his
wing commander she was still his wife and orders had
to be obeyed either way. His arms wrapped around her
as tight as the harness in the cockpit of their
craft, and he closed his eyes to begin to dream
about a future when their life was *always* like
this rather than it being just a brief respite from