Anakin frowned in his sleep, then woke, sensing something wrong with Tahiri. He crept over to her room, right across from his, and opened the unlocked down.

Tahiri was tossing and turning in her sleep, muttering in Yuuzhan Vong. A slight chill ran up Anakin’s spine. He moved over to the bedside and shook her awake.

"What…"

"Tahiri, it’s just me."

"Anakin…" She closed her eyes for a long moment.

"I came to see if you were all right. I kept getting snatches of your feelings and dreams."

"You always do."

"You catch mine too," he told her.

"It’s weird, isn’t it?" Tahiri looked at him, and he felt strange, suddenly, for being in her room, so close to her in her bed. And with the blankets covering her, he couldn’t tell what she was wearing.

"Are you thinking about it?"

He snapped out of his thoughts. "About what?"

Tahiri smiled slightly in the dark. "When you kissed me."

The tension had been there since he came back to Yavin, but ever since the kiss in the airlock it had grown and there’d been no denying it. "Well…" he fished for time, "Sort of. Yeah."

"I have too."

He looked at his feet. "I should go." Anakin moved to the door, but Tahiri sat up a little. He couldn’t help looking back, wondering what she was wearing.

Half to his relief and half disappointment, it was only a white camisole. "Stay," she begged almost desperately.

Anakin hesitated. He knew what Uncle Luke would say, what his parents would say, what his brother and sister would say, and he knew he didn’t care. He felt something weird and instantly blushed. His father had told him about manly urges, of course, but he just hadn’t been expecting it…

"Anakin? Please?"

Anakin nodded and walked over to the bed and sat down at the edge. Tahiri reached out and rubbed her hand against the tanned, muscular skin under the open tunic, gasping softly.

And then, Anakin didn’t know how it happened, but their hungry mouths met, and his tongue danced around hers in a frenzy. Tahiri completely discarded his shirt as he moved on top of her, his long, lean body blanketing hers. The position felt weird.

"Wrap your legs around me," he breathed.

Tahiri did, and it still felt odd, but Anakin supposed they could try it. Her thighs were bare, and all she was wearing for bottoms was a pair of underwear.

Anakin removed her tank top, with her help, and she shrugged off her underwear. Tahiri’s fingers hooked on the waistband of his pants and they both pushed the pants down.

His member was completely hard, and Tahiri glanced at it, wide-eyed.

Anakin pulled the covers over them, just in case. There were other people on the ship, and even though it would still be obvious what the two were doing, at least they wouldn’t see his naked bottom.

He gazed at her small, bare chest appraisingly, and gently cupped a breast with his large, callused hand and heard a sharp intake of breath come from Tahiri.

She raked her hands down his back frantically. "Anakin, Anakin…"

Anakin slid his erect member into her vaginal lips and she moaned loudly.

"Shh…" Anakin whispered. "Are you ok?"

Tahiri nodded, her eyes shut.

He had no clue what to do, and it was obvious that Tahiri didn’t either. But he did have his instincts, and they told him to slowly pull out, and then back in. She gave another cry.

Soon it became fast, Tahiri’s hips thrusting back and forth in motion with his, and then she screamed and moaned. "Anakin! Oh, suns, Anakin…ohh!"

A few moments later, suns exploded in front of Anakin’s eyes. He was vaguely aware of making weird, guttural noises from the back of his throat.

He was lying on top of her, panting. He then remember how much bigger he was than Tahiri, and rolled off of her.

She looked over at him and grinned tiredly, panting also. "Thanks for staying."

"It was worth it. Sweetheart," Anakin added, trying out his father’s name for his mother, adding the classic Solo cheek to it.

"I thought so too," Tahiri replied, grinning. Anakin propped himself on one elbow and leaned over to kiss her softly before lying back down. He wrapped his arms around her small form and she fell asleep with her head on his chest.