Lightning Then The Thunder
Pairing: Tech x OC!Silvie
Summary: A thunderstorm sparks a night of passion
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: MINORS DNI. Fingering, unprotected PiV (wrap your shit friends), praise kink, some hand/glove kink
Word Count: 1152
A/N: this was a gift for my friend, the wonderful and talented @vimse featuring her incredible OC Silvie!! It is also her art in the header! 🥰 go learn more about Silvie on Vim’s Tumblr!!
It’s raining. It rarely rains in Ord Mantell City, but when it does, there is electricity in the air. It hangs heavy, weighs on the chest like beskar. It leaves one feeling alive. Ready to take risks. And sometimes it sparks desire. Hot burning desire that is palpable through the streets.
That was how this began. Tech and Silvie were sitting at the modest table in her home. He was making modifications to Silvie’s datapad.
Silvie’s an enigma to him. A puzzle he’s determined to piece together. He’s proud that he’s slowly broken through her walls and now there is a softness between them. Trust and admiration. Attraction that roils perpetually beneath the surface.
Thunder rumbles as lightning streaks the skies. The atmosphere crackles with electricity and lust. Enough that the soft brush of a hand sends hearts racing. Tech is quiet, a stark contrast to his usual chatty demeanor. Silvie drops soft sideways glances toward him. Unconsciously, as if drawn by a magnet, they inch closer together. Her voice dropping lower with every passing moment, drawing him in. A siren’s whisper.
A moment is all they need. Eyes meet, the crack of lightning and rumbling of thunder reverberate in their chests. Their lips crash together. Tech cradles her jaw, his grip tender yet firm. Her tongue teases his lips. He responds with a deep groan. She tastes like cinnamon and heat and yearning. Any restraint he has dissipates as his hands grip her beneath her thighs. She wraps her legs around his waist and he effortlessly lifts her into his arms.
He lays her down on the bed. Both fumble with articles of clothing as anticipation courses through their veins. She stops him when he moves for his gloves, insisting he allow her to remove them. She massages his palm, kissing, and stroking. Her fingers splay as they creep toward his wrist. She hooks his glove, peeling slowly off, replacing the fabric with open-mouthed kisses. The act is far more intimate than he expects. Chills skitter up his arms and down his spine when she removes the second glove the same way.
In mere minutes, they are bared to one another, breathless in need and want. Tech’s fingers trace the outline of her body, cheek to hip. Thrill explodes through Silvie’s veins once again as his soft touch sends her reeling. His long, lithe fingers creep to her aching core. She gasps as he cages her in, his lips tickling her ear as he whispers one question, “May I?”
“Yes…yes, please…” she whimpers back. She glided his goggles off his face, kissing the red lines left behind.
His thumb finds her swollen clit, gently circling ensuring he sends pleasure surging through her. He captures her lips again, this time dragging her bottom lip between his teeth.
He slowly slides his finger inside her with little resistance. His breathing matches hers as the sound of her moans burns deep in his mind. Slow languid curls of his finger, dragging along her walls as he plays with the spongy spot deep within makes her see stars. Her cries grow louder as his ministrations drive her to climax. She grasps the bedsheets as her body writhes in ecstasy, his name pouring from her lips.
He peppers kisses along her cheeks and down to her breasts. His tongue circles the sensitive peaks of her nipples as he uses her slick to ready himself for her.
“Are you ready?” His voice is soft and eager to please.
She nods, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.
He lines himself up with her entrance, pushing in slowly. He wants to feel every centimeter of her. She sucks in a sharp breath followed by a soft moan as he stretches her. His pace is slow and ardent. She feels amazing wrapped around his cock, and he wants to commit every thrust to memory.
His hands stroke down her arms, her fingers finally intertwining in one hand, her wrist tenderly yet firmly encircled with the other. He guides her hands above her head as he trails kisses up her torso. His goggles remain clutched in her hand as she arches into him.
The soft silence of the room is heavy only with soft sighs and moans. His vision is blurry. But that doesn’t matter. He knows her. Her full plush lips. Her beautiful dark hair. Her soulful eyes. Her sweet skin. All of her. Therefore his blurry vision is no hindrance as he explores her using his other senses. He’s pressing into her, slowly and sensually. He wants to take his time loving her. Her sighs are musical and he wants to listen to her song for as long as he can.
“You are exquisite, darling. I could listen to you make those sounds all night.”
She smiles as she tilts her head back, a luxurious moan falling from her tongue this time. Her legs wrap around his waist, pulling him ever deeper.
“Good girl. Taking me so well. Making such divine sounds,” he praises her as he too, pushes deeper, seeking deeper connection as well as pleasure.
His lips brush her hair line, featherlight kisses being left in their wake. The gyration of her hips leave him nearly breathless. A symphony of moans and whines fill the room, punctuated by the rolling thunder and rain driving against the transparisteel of her room. The lightning illuminates their faces. Silvie’s breath hitches as Tech’s chocolate brown eyes sparkle when the flashes of light reveal the depth of his feelings for her: feelings that he might have kept hidden if not for the safety of darkness.
His rhythm begins to shift. He’s close. So is she. Their momentum becomes erratic as they chase their peak. Her body shudders and she screams his name, and her pussy clenching around him immediately sends Tech barreling over the precipice as well.
They collapse in a mess of afterglow. Tech kisses Silvie on the forehead before making his way to the fresher. He returns with a towel, tenderly cleaning her and then himself. He settles in next to her, her head laying on his chest.
“Here, you probably need these,” she chuckles as she hands his goggles back to him.
“Ah, yes. Thank you.” He slides the goggles back on. “That was exceptional.”
“It was.”
“If you are amenable to the idea, I would like to do that again sometime. Perhaps after a proper date?”
She smiles and huffs a soft laugh, “I would enjoy that immensely.”
After falling into companionable silence, they are soon overtaken by sleep. Tech is out first, much to Silvie’s surprise. She caresses the harsh angles of his jawline with a softness that until now was foreign to him. The rhythm of his heartbeat soon lulls her into her own deep slumber. And when morning comes, they will be all too eager to relive the night before all over again.
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Vimse’s weekly sketch round-up #5
Not a lot going on this week either. I finished 2.5 paintings this week (“speed paint”, but they took roughly 3 hrs each), as well as I had to spend a few nights on schoolwork, so not a lot of sketches were done. I’m hesitant to show the sketch for the back study paintings, since they are really messy and ugly. But…it’s interesting to compare the rough sketch to the final paintings…so I’ve included them.
Crosshair’s back
Tech’s back
Hunter’s back
Mindless Temuera Morrison eye studies (+1 mouth)
Sleeping Silvie (for a Tilvie mini comic)
Silvie, but she’s a Togruta
Edit: Forgot to change the week number lol
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