Kanan Jarrus (spectre01) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-04-14 16:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, agent carolina, kanan jarrus |
Who: Kanan & Carolina
What: A trip home is derailed by Evil Mistletoe
When: Backdated to December
Where: Orange County surface street
Rating/Warnings High for sexy times
Status: Complete!
It was the first time in roughly twenty years that Kanan had celebrated Christmas. It wasn’t as if Janus was so hard boiled that the holidays didn’t matter. More like there just hadn’t been time to observe any of the end-of-the-year festivities. There had never been any decorations (except for one tiny Charlie Brown style Christmas tree that sometimes appeared on Janus’s desk), or gifts or egg nog or caroling or any of that sort of thing. Once Janus had retired and Kanan had been officially out on his own, he’d tried to do the whole holiday thing, but found that it was actually a really lonely time of year if you didn’t have anyone to celebrate with.
This year was different, though. It was his first holiday season as a (mostly) retired smuggler and he actually had friends and family – found family counted – with whom to celebrate with and Kanan really got into the holiday spirit. He’d decorated the house – about as much as Katou would let him and he’d had a lot of fun (perhaps a little too much fun) finding gifts for everyone. Now Christmas Day was winding to a close and Kanan was feeling quite satisfied. He’d spent the morning with Katou, lounging around with mulled cider and just being the pseudo family that they had become. Then once Katou had left to visit his sister, Kanan had made his way to Carolina’s to spend time with her and her brother. All in all it had been a pretty good “first” Christmas.
Now he and Carolina were headed back to his house. It had started to snow a little bit heavier than it had been and it was decided that Carolina’s station wagon was a better vehicle to drive in it than Kanan’s sedan. The heater was on full blast and the inside of the car was all nice and toasty with the radio tuned to a local station playing nothing but Christmas music.
At first Kanan thought the jingling he heard was coming from the radio. However, it seemed louder and actually in the car with them. Like directly over their heads. Kanan glanced up just in time to see mistletoe just floating at the roof of the car near the dome light. “Huh,” Kanan mused thoughtfully. “Hey, there’s mistletoe in the car. I guess even Orange County gets into the spirit of things.” His attention didn’t remain on the floating mistletoe for very long, though. No sooner had the words left passed his lips then he had leaned over the station wagon’s center console. He was compelled to kiss Carolina, but as she was paying attention to the snowy road in front of them, had to be content with nuzzling the side of her neck and kissing her there.
For the first time she could remember, Carolina had celebrated Christmas with actual family. While she and Wash had celebrated a few of holidays while overseas with their unit, back then they had simply been Officer and Rookie, completely unaware of the blood ties between them. Dr. Church would usually spend the time working and visiting her “uncles” was out, since they would have asked where her father was. Santa Claus had never visited her house and she had never expected him; it was pointless to leave cookies and milk for a Turkish monk from the third century, as he was long dead.
She had not realized how big a difference having someone to celebrate Christmas with made until this morning. From the cinnamon rolls (from a can) and hot cocoa (with marshmallows) to opening presents beneath the tree, the day had felt more like a holiday movie than real life. By the time Kanan arrived, Carolina was certain that this was the best holiday - any holiday - she had ever had. It was something she was determined to make sure happened every year from now on. If not for her own sake, then for Wash’s.
As promised by nearly every person on Valarnet, Orange County had had a white Christmas, and was growing all the whiter by the minute as Carolina and Kanan made their way across town. The snow was now coming down with a vengeance, as if it had waited for Christmas to be over before turning into California’s version of a nor’easter.
Focusing on the road, Carolina barely registered the jingling above them until Kanan spoke. She frowned. “Mistletoe?” The only time she had heard of mistletoe appearing magically around the county was to force two unfortunate souls to kiss. Wash had fallen victim again this year, although he had been reluctant to talk about it. “I wonder if it’s the same one that Wash-” The sentence was cut off with a gasp as Kanan’s lips landed on her neck. She could feel herself being compelled to kiss him back. The nuzzling kept her from being able to turn her head immediately and she had to think quickly to use the slight delay to swiftly pull the car to the side of the road and throw it into park. The car seemed to continue moving for a second longer before settling against the snowbank that separated the road from the sidewalk.
The moment her hands were free, they were burying themselves in Kanan’s hair, roughly pulling him up to her for a fierce, deep kiss. She wasted no time asking for permission, pushing past lips and teeth to drink him in. Cold air hit the spots he had kissed on her neck and Carolina moaned at the ghost of a prickle she could still feel against the sensitive skin. The world around them seemed to melt away as they kissed. The storm, the cheery music on the radio, the fading of the mistletoe above them, along with its compulsion; nothing seemed to exist beyond the warmth of his hands, lips, and the smell of his cologne.
Kanan had lost the ability to form any sort of rational thought outside of the way Carolina’s hands felt in his hair or the way Carolina’s mouth tasted. She was delicious and any thought of the snow outside or the location where Carolina had pulled the car over had vanished, drowned in the headiness that creeped up and took over Kanan’s mind.
Deft hands found their way inside her coat, palms moving over Carolina’s curves hidden underneath. There were a million of better places to do this than the side of the road during a snowstorm, but Kanan couldn’t help himself, especially when one hand found the soft mound of her breast.
Carolina purred her approval at the move. Making out on the side of the road in the middle of a snowstorm was not the smartest of moves, but she figured they had a bit of time before the road became impassable. Just a few minutes and then they could find a more appropriate place to continue. Like, say, Kanan’s bed. Especially since it was far closer to where they were than the apartment they had left a while back.
At least, that was what the logical side of her brain reasoned right before the next kiss shut it off completely. The mistletoe may have been the spark, but it was him alone that had her unbuckling her seatbelt and arching slightly into the palm cupping her breast. It was criminal how easy it was for him to make her forget anything else existed outside the warmth of his touch. With a slow smile, she slid her hand up the arm of his sweater and pulled him closer.
That purr was all it took to make Kanan completely forget everything that wasn’t immediately inside the car. Even though he couldn’t keep his hands off her, he managed to get his own seatbelt off, allowing him as much freedom as the confines of the car allowed him. He wanted to make that purr into a growl. That sultry combination that made his heart race and blood pound. Hands immediately went back to groping, sliding up her shirt. Playfully, but eagerly, his fingers found the fabric of her bra, explored it for a moment, before quickly working their way underneath.
She may not have growled, but Kanan was already stealing away her breath in low moans and sharp gasps with every pass of his fingers. Carolina pulled her arms back to tug off her jacket even as she arched even further against him. The jacket was left where it fell in the back, her hands quickly returning to him and tugging at his shirt so that she could warm her hands along his skin. She hummed thoughtfully as she considered removing his sweater as well, but she was loathe to break either the heated kisses or the wonderful feeling of his hands against her chest, so she supposed his clothing could stay. For now. With another purr of anticipation, one hand fell to caress up his thigh instead.
Playful eager fingers had left the warmth of Carolina’s skin and were now working to free her of her shirt. He was mindful not to tear off any buttons this time and as soon as she was free, the fabric was pushed aside enough to give him clear access, of which he immediately took advantage of, squeezing and kneading the soft exposed mounds of her breasts. As he did, Carolina’s hand started wandering up his thigh in a teasing caress. He moaned in both appreciation and anticipation of her touch and pushed himself closer to her to coax her to go higher still.
Kanan’s warm hands kneaded and teased her nipples to attention, slowly turning moans to needy growls. She cupped him through his pants, drinking in his moans for a beat before her palm followed the growing bulge beneath the fabric. Although they were practically pressed up against one another, between the angle of the seats and the console between them, it was simply not enough. Carolina slipped her legs up and over to his side of the car. Using his sweater for leverage, she shifted across the seats to straddle his lap. Red hair caught against the roof of the car before she bent to continue the hungry kisses. Now that angle was not an issue, both hands worked to free him from his pants and continue where she had left off.
Kanan loved the way Carolina growled. He smirked devilishly against her lips until her hand reached his groin, prompting a growing tightness there and a deep moan of approval. Then Carolina was climbing over the center console and a devilish laugh accompanied that grin back on his face. There wasn’t a lot of space in the front seat of the car, but they didn’t exactly need acres to do what they wanted - needed - to do right then and there.
She steadied herself in his lap and had his mouth again in hungry, sloppy kisses. Kanan’s tongue slipped past her lips to taste the lingering sweetness of hot cocoa and candy canes. He let her unbutton his pants and braced his feet against either side of the wheel well on the passenger side so he could angle his hips upwards and press into her warm hands. He moaned into her mouth as she stroked him to complete hardness. Fingers of one hand tangled in her hair near her neck. The fingers of his other hand were teasing one of her nipples with quick little pinches. Another slight shift and he moved his lips from hers to that pert erect nipple. Teasingly he nipped at it. The hand that had been giving her breasts so much attention started wandering down her body.
All the attention on her breasts was driving Carolina crazy. She was already breathing heavily, neck bent so that every gasp and moan fell against his ear. Teeth tugged at his lobe, encouraging him to keep going even as she cursed how well he could push her buttons. And that smile. Her need for him pulsed with every sharp burst of painful pleasure. Hands left him to grab his sweater and hair with equal fervor, pressing herself against his lips and hands. She wanted more. Wanted him, and the purring growl he had finally managed to tease out of her said as much and more.
While his hands moved lower, Carolina took the opportunity to run her hands along his shoulders, nails catching along his sweater. It was time for her to start returning the favor. Her fingers flexed briefly along his back. Clothed hips rolled her against his exposed length with obvious intent, picking up where her hands had left off and sending even more bursts of pleasure dancing across her skin.
That morning, Kanan had opted for one of those hideous Christmas sweaters that were popular in the ironic sense. It didn’t have buttons down the front to allow Carolina easy access to the bare skin of his chest. Well, that had to be fixed, clearly. Before exploring fingers reached their destination, Kanan let go of Carolina and pushed himself up from the seat just enough to reach behind him and pull the sweater and t-shirt underneath off over his head. Carelessly he tossed it into the backseat along with Carolina’s jacket. The heater was still going full blast, but the air still had a slight chill under the artificial heat, bringing every one of his nerves to full attention.
He reached for her again, pulling her close for the warmth of her body, her bare skin to his. The fabric of her leggings rubbed against him. He moaned into her mouth, a low guttural sound of his own. This time, his hands wasted no time tracing the curve of her body to wrap around where her hips met her thighs. His thumb found its mark. He stroked her. His mouth moved from hers and his tongue traced a line along her jaw to her ear. “I want you to fuck me,” he murmured, his beard brushing her cheek. “Right here.”
Carolina closed her eyes against the shiver that his voice sent through her. She took a moment to revel in the feel of him against her, skin on skin, the teasing prickle of his beard, and the thumb that was sending electric jolts down her legs and readying her for what was to come. The next moment she was smirking suggestively against his cheek, pulling back to whisper against his lips. “Such a naughty boy. Wanting to fuck where everyone can hear him moan.” One hand left his back to turn the knob that would lower the seat down. “I think you need to be punished.”
Her hands found his, and although she was reluctant to stop those sweet bursts, Carolina laced their fingers together so that she could slide his hands up over her body and pin them over his head. There was a devilish look in her eyes as she used his own discarded seat belt to quickly and efficiently bind his wrists in a handcuff knot. She squeezed his fingers in a quick check, waiting until he squeezed back before pulling away.
Now that she had a bit more room, it was time to get rid of her pesky leggings. She swore that the next time she got into a car alone with Kanan, she would make sure that she was wearing a damned skirt. It took a bit of finagling, but she managed to turn around until she was facing forward once more, legs between his and feet on the floorboards. Carolina made sure he got an eyeful as she leaned forward and slowly pushed the leggings off of her hips and down her thighs. Sitting down on his lap, she leaned her back against his chest so that she could finish pulling the cheery Christmas patterned garment off and toss it toward the growing pile of clothes in the back. She then turned her head and reached behind her to tangle her fingers in his hair, tugging him up to her lips. Her other hand held his length against wet, hot skin, working them both back into a lather before guiding it to her opening.
Hand-tying was a recent addition to their sexy romps. Kanan was usually the one to take control and guide them along the journey to their finish. Carolina, who spent most of her time in total and utter control of her life and what went on within it, seemed all too willing to relinquish that control to Kanan. It was an honor, really, to be trusted to that extent, especially by someone like Carolina. Kanan could understand how it made her feel wanted, how it allowed her to not have to think two or three steps ahead for a change and simply enjoy herself. However, it was Carolina who had suggested tying him up the first time and at the time Kanan had found the idea irresistible. Letting her have the power to decide what was happening and when and how he touched her drove him crazy in a way that was hot and added a whole new element of fun to their fucking.
The seatbelt rubbed against Kanan’s wrists at just the right moment. The pain made what she was doing to the erection in her hands all the more pleasing. He moaned deeply into her mouth as she guided him inside her. He didn’t care who heard them. Let them listen. He didn’t think that on a snowy side road there probably wouldn’t be very many around to catch them. All he wanted to do was let her ride him and revel in the feeling of being inside her. His hips moved under her, thrusting deeper inside, searching for that spot that would make her growl again.
It had been a long time since Carolina had felt the desire to bind her partner during sex. Since she had trusted herself enough to do so. However, the way he moaned and writhed beneath her told her that perhaps Kanan was finding it just as arousing as she was. Warm pants mingled with her growls as she lowered her hips in time with his. She allowed the pace to increase quickly, her need for him flooding every corner of her body. Every deep thrust had her crying out anew, knees pressing together to draw him in further.
A twist of his hips made her gasp and Carolina pulled back from the kiss so that she could growl in his ear. More. She raised herself up to a sitting position, only to lean back toward him as her back arched at the feeling of him sinking even deeper inside her. Her hands twisted behind her, pressing against his chest before she could fall completely back against him once again. It was a good thing that they were on a deserted side road, as she made no effort to quiet her moans as she bounced on top of him.
Carolina waited until she could feel her muscles begin to tense and his moans deepen before raising herself up completely off of him and holding herself there. It took a moment for her senses to return completely, but when they did she turned to look over her shoulder with that same mischievous smirk back on her lips. The windows were completely fogged, rivulets of moisture trailing down glass and skin alike as she once again turned around to face him.
Straddling him, much as she had originally, Carolina leaned over and kissed him fiercely. Her hands slid up his sides and along his arms to check his bonds. They were still tight, but not tight enough to cut off his circulation. Good. She sucked hard on his lower lip in a reward for not pulling the knot too tight. “Dont. Move.” Came the whispered order. Only when he stilled did she guide his length back to her. She lowered herself back onto him slowly, oh so slowly, extending the feeling of him filling her once again for as long as possible. It was the most delicious torture, holding herself back until her limbs practically trembled with need. Nails raked trails down the front of his chest as she finally bottomed out. Still, she did not move, eyes glued to his as she drank in the sight of him, heady with the knowledge that he was allowing himself to be helpless beneath her.
Keen teal eyes full of lust and desire watched every move Carolina made with hunger. Being at her mercy and allowing her to do with his body as she pleased was a delicious pleasure. He longed to reach for her, to run his hands over her creamy smooth skin. Feel how her muscles tightened and contracted when she moved. Wanting, but being unable, to grasp hold of her hips and fondle those bouncing breasts punctuated that longing into a wonderful ache. However, he was a good boy and did as he was told. He didn’t so much as twitch as Carolina changed her positioning. It was difficult, but she rewarded him by taking him in slowly and deeply again. Oh fuck that was good. He moaned his approval.
Her nails raked down his chest drew another moan and it was everything he could do to not thrust his hips upwards urgently. She was driving him delightfully crazy. His eyes traveled up the curve of her body to hers. His eyes were hungry and wanting, pleading to bring him to completion. He wanted her. He wanted her badly.
Nipping at his jaw, Carolina began to raise herself up once again. Each stroke slower than the last. She loved how the hunger darkened his eyes, his gaze searing her and making her shiver with desire. The sharp movement nearly made her control slip and she stilled for a moment. A deep growling purr rumbled against his beard. She gripped his back, regaining a firm grip on herself so that she could push him as far as possible. And then some.
Her hands caressed his skin, smoothing over scars and fading red lines, only to leave a new set in their next pass. “You feel so good.” Carolina whispered, nuzzling his cheek in approval. Kanan was being very good so far and she was greatly looking forward to rewarding him for it. Sitting back, her hands left him only to run over her own hips, following the path that his eyes had taken. She cupped her breasts, squeezing and teasing them as she imagined he would have, had his hands been free.
Her fingers eventually continued upward, removing the hair tie and allowing the red locks to drape over her forearms. Green eyes were smoldering as they looked down at him. Jesus, the sight of him was going to haunt her fantasies for months. She raised herself up again, careful to keep him just inside of her. Carolina licked her lips hungrily. “Up.” She commanded, reaching down to lightly smack his thigh. Each obeyed command was followed by a roll of her hips. She was not going to last too much longer, but she fully intended to put him through his paces before giving him the treat of a release.
Kanan fought to keep control. His eyes moved down and followed her hands as she fondled herself. Her movements made his desire for her touch intensify. The muscles in his torso and ass tightened, but he didn’t dare move without her instruction. He was practically throbbing inside her with desire. He moaned wantingly, devouring her with his eyes, watching the cascade of red tresses as they covered her shoulders.
The smack on the thigh and Kanan eagerly pushed his hips upwards. It took everything he had to not simply thrust himself inside her depths. She could tease him, but he was still in a position to tease her back and he knew just how to get her to moan along with him. He kept his eyes locked with hers, the hint of an impish look on his face. He raised his hips slowly, rocking them upwards to meet hers. At the last possible moment he gave in to his own desire and thrust hard and deep into her, hitting the spot that very clearly told her without words how much he wanted her.
The look on his face only widened the smirk on Carolina’s. The sudden thrust made her moan loudly, quickly followed by a flash of eyes and an approving growl. She wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. Caressing his hips, her hands moved around to firmly grip his rear and forcefully grind their hips together before letting go. She also enjoyed how he managed to keep to the letter of her words while still finding a way to drive her crazy. ”Down.” Another smack on his thigh. It was hard not to follow him down and she had to bite her lip against the whimper that threatened to emerge. “Up.” Her voice was more growling purr than sound. Oh yes, he’d been very good.
As soon as he was buried inside her once again, Carolina hooked her feet around his thighs so that he was supporting her entire weight. “Stay.” Her lips danced along his neck and beard as her hands took their time caressing her way up to his bound wrists. Every nerve in her body was buzzing with desire and impatience, wanting to finish them both off quickly, but she knew that waiting just a little bit longer would make that release that much sweeter. Nimble fingers made quick work of his bonds, freeing his hands and letting the belt reel back into place. “Now, I want you to fuck me. Right here.” Her teeth tugged on his earlobe as she mirrored his earlier words. “And you’re not allowed to sit again until you’ve made me scream.”
Kanan accepted Carolina’s orders eagerly. The moment his hands were free, he fought against the aching strain in his muscles and shoulders to drink her body in through his fingers and palms again. He remained buried deep inside her until those hands reached her ass. He squeezed those round cheeks and held her in place against him. Hips rolled against Carolina for a moment and then began to powerfully thrust. Each movement was quicker and more urgent than the last. Kanan’s fingertips pressed into the soft flesh of her rump.
Yes. Carolina purred in further approval of his grip on her ass. While she would normally enjoy rolling her hips against him in return, the way Kanan was thrusting into her was exactly what she wanted right now. Long nails pressed crescents into the skin of his shoulder blades. Moans devolved into growls. Thrusts were punctuated by needy cries that seemed to grow louder with each pass. Her toes curled as her muscles tensed against the building pressure. She did her best to hold back the inevitable, falling back on sheer stubbornness as the next thrust made her gasp and she barely managed to swallow the scream that had threatened to emerge. Her lips danced along his temple, ordering, not begging, him to give her more.
Kanan was all too willing to give her what she wanted. He gripped her rear harder and pushed her down slightly each time he thrust upwards, pushing himself deeper still. He was going to make her scream just as she had commanded him to. His name, a command to fuck her harder, the lord’s name, it didn’t matter what she said so long as it was loud and in that lusty growling purr that had him wrapped around her little finger.
He could do it. He’d done it before and he could certainly do it now. The challenge was if he could last long enough himself. Her breasts bounced in front of his eyes. Beautiful soft pillows caressed his cheek. He couldn’t help but take one of those mounds into his mouth. Teeth teased already an erect nipple before giving a gentle suck as he thrust. God damn, she felt good. Pressure was building in Kanan’s loins and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to last much longer. Not after what she’d already done to him. He figured it was time to return the favor.
His mouth released her nipple and his hands let go of her ass. He made her sit up straighter. One hand rested at her hip, steadying their fevered movements. The other pressed against her pelvis, fingers splayed over her belly. His thumb again found its mark, wet and swollen with lust. He stroked her again as he moved inside her.
Her body moved easily beneath Kanan’s guiding hands, moaning as the shift in positions shifted each thrust even deeper. Carolina’s hand slid over his, gripping it like the pommel of a saddle as she was free to ride him once again. Her hips had barely begun to move, however, when those talented fingers made her cry out in a mixture of surprise and oh fuck yes. Her body tightened reflexively around him, hips shifting toward his hand. By the second stroke, she was growling in that purr he loved loud enough to be heard down the street.
Her free had reached for him, fingers tangling in the soft strands above his neck. She didn’t care about the strain of the awkward position. The only things that registered were the feeling of him throbbing inside her with every stroke and the pressure of her impending release that wound her tight as a bow string. “Don’t. Stop.” The order was accentuated by nails digging into his scalp as Carolina fought to hold on for as long as possible. It was a battle she lost moments later, his name on her lips as her entire body shuddered with the force of her orgasm.
Kanan was holding out for as long as possible, but the combination of her fingers digging into his scalp and her body writhing in ecstasy over and around him was almost too much for him to take. It was her voice, low and commanding that pushed Kanan over the edge. His body tightened and his back arched, pushing himself as deep as he could go. With his own growl he pulled her down against him. With Carolina shuddering against him, his own orgasm overcame him He moaned against her ear so deeply it was almost a growl of his own.
Kanan kept his arms around Carolina, basking in the warmth of her body as he caught his breath again. He was smiling a little, his lips against the side of her face. The influence of the mistletoe that had magically appeared in the station wagon had passed and Kanan found he could think clearly again. He opened his eyes and looked up through the windshield just over Carolina’s shoulder. He expected to see the streetlamp and the night sky, maybe even the scowling face of a cop. Instead, all Kanan saw was a mass of grey and white. “Uhm, Carolina,” he murmured. “I don’t want to spoil this...but, I think we’re snowed in.”
Carolina’s smile was hidden as she nuzzled Kanan’s beard, enjoying her own afterglow. Which was why it took a few moments for his words to register. “What?” Their mistletoe-induced makeout session had gone a bit further than she’d originally intended, but surely it hadn’t been that long. Right?
She shifted in his arms, sitting up so that she could get a better look. Sure enough, even with the engine running, the snow outside had somehow managed to block out the entire windshield. “Shit.” Carolina cursed as she quickly reached over to turn off the car, plunging them into an eerily silent darkness. The snow blocked the sound of the storm around them, which also explained the lack of curious passerby after her, ah, loud vocals. She wiped the side of her hand along the top of the windshield, hoping to see at least a sliver of the outside world, but not even the ghost of the street lamp light was visible.
Running frustrated hand through her hair, she turned back to look at Kanan. The lack of warmth coming through the vents was noted by her cooling skin and she shivered despite herself. A part of her wanted to slip back into his warm arms, but she knew they would both end up shivering that way. Damn pity, that was. “It looks like we’re stuck. At least until the storm passes.” Carolina reluctantly slid the hair tie from her wrist and pulled her hair back in a messy pony tail. “I’ve got blankets in the back.”
Kanan sat up as well. He swiped his hand over the passenger window, hoping (in vain) that they may had a way out this way. In their mistletoe induced make-out-turn-sexy times, neither one of them had noticed the snowbank they had parked right up against. There was no way they were getting out that way.
“Crap,” Kanan muttered. He twisted in his seat to blindly grope for his shirt and sweater. With the car off it was starting to cool off quickly. He found Carolina’s jacket first and handed it to her along with her shirt before he finally found his sweater. “Doesn’t look as though we’ve gota choice,” he admitted. “Because we’re not getting out on my side. And even if we did, it’s snowing like fucking crazy out here.” He looked back at Carolina. “May as well hunker down.”