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After hours of grueling strafing run training with the Wraith Squadron candidates, Wedge Antilles descends from the ladder of his X-wing, wiping sweat from his brow. It's been a frustrating day of drills, but he's finally starting to see progress. As his boots hit the ground, he's greeted by a familiar figure standing in the hangar—a welcome sight after the chaos of the day.
"Looks like they're keeping you busy," Arden said with a teasing smile, folding her arms as she stopped a few paces away.
"You could say that," Wedge replied, wiping the sweat from his neck with a rag. "It's tough. There are a few rough candidates who need to be broken in, but I've got faith in this project. It's just... going to take time."
Arden stepped closer, her tone softer. "Of course, it will. You're building something new. Give yourself some credit—if anyone can make this squadron work, it's you."
He sighed but smiled at her encouragement. "Thanks. That means a lot coming from you. I'm glad you're here."
"I've managed to add couple of days to my leave," she said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Hopefully, you can carve out some time for me?"
Wedge glanced around the hangar, which is unusually quiet now that training is over for the day. A mischievous smirk tugged at his lips as he looked back at her.
"Well," he said, leaning in slightly, "I do have some time right now."
Arden raises an eyebrow at his tone, watching as he glanced toward his X-wing.
"Tell me, Major," he continued, his voice dropping conspiratorially, pointing behind him, "have you ever done it in an X-wing before?"
Her eyes widen briefly before she laughs, a bit embarrassed but clearly amused. "Wedge Antilles, you're incorrigible." He threw his helmet and gloves on the floor. She looks around the hangar, making sure they're alone, slide her jacket off and dropped it on the floor. She then shook her head with a sly grin. "After you, Commander."
Without another word, she pointed to the ladder, they climb the ladder to his Starfighter, disappearing into the cockpit as the quiet hum of the hangar envelops them.
Arden stepped on the top rung of the ladder, took one last look around the hanger before gently stepping into the cockpit. She paused to smile down at him, he smiled back at her and winked. The craft rocked gently under the shifting weigh of the couple.
She turned her back to him, seductively pulling the bottoms of her dress blues down to her ankles, his hands caress her backside, he gave it a light tap and she delicately sat back. Her feet in between his, she leveraged herself onto floor. They both shifted sideways, it was an awkward fit.
"Hold still," he whispered against the back of her hair. He ran a large palm down the side of her hip and thigh and brought her leg up and back to drape over his hip behind her. He slid his fingers forward then, stroking over her stomach, lower, pressing against her mound, circling her clit and slipping into the hot wetness that seemed to be constant for him.
Two fingers slid deep and she gasped as his thumb stroked over her clit at the same time.
"Wedge," she choked.
"I'll never get enough of you," he murmured, kissing her hair, her shoulder.
She knew the feeling.
He thrust his fingers deeper. A moment later, he lifted her thigh farther and she felt the tip of him at her entrance. Instinctively, she arched her back and he pressed forward, sliding fully, thickly into her.
They moaned together. His hand returned to her, stroking her clit as he moved behind her. She had less leverage in this position, but Wedge was doing fine, pumping deep, long and slow.
She was quickly breathing hard, feeling the coil of desire wind tighter, as if she was reaching for something just beyond her, something that only he could provide.
And she shattered. Her orgasm, her heart, her resistance.
His hand slide down her face, she turned her head to kiss his lips. They smiled giving a little laugh at each other.
A familiar voice broke through the moment. They froze.
"Antilles? Wedge! You still down here?" Wes Janson strolled into the hangar up to Wedges X-wing, with his usual carefree swagger, whistling a jaunty tune. His eyes were immediately drawn to an unusual sight: on the floor was a helmet, gloves, and a female issue flight jacket.
"Guys?" he yelled up at the cockpit.
Arden leaned forward and looked up first, with a shy wave. "Hi, Wes."
"I'm going to ask I question I might be able to answer myself. Is Antilles with you?"
Wedge Antilles leaned forward behind Arden in the cramped cockpit. "That would be correct, Jansen."
Wes stopped in his tracks, a devilish grin spreading across his face. He crossed his arms across his chest. "Well, well, well. What have we here? This isn't the first time I've walked in on Lynn in a compromising position, but it is the most creative."
Wedge groaned, running a hand down his face. "It's not what it looks like, Wes."
Arden, ever the sharper wit, smirked. Struggling to get back into her uniform. "Then what does it look like, Wes?"
"Oh, I don't know," Wes said, tapping his chin in mock thought. "Two highly respected officers, one very cramped cockpit, and a lot of suspiciously red faces. Should I call maintenance, or should I just leave and let the X-wing get... whatever kind of maintenance this is?"
"Janson," Wedge started, but Wes cut him off with a wagging finger.
"No, no, let me guess! You were testing the cockpit's capacity for two people? Planning some emergency escape maneuver? Or wait—" His eyes lit up with feigned realization. "Is this some new covert mission training? 'Operation Awkward Flight Crew'? Wait, Compensating in Cramped Spaces: The Antilles-Lynn Method."
Arden laughed, sliding out of the cockpit with the grace of someone entirely unbothered by the teasing. "You've got quite the imagination, Wes."
Wes shrugged dramatically. "Well, when you keep giving me material like this, how can I not?"
Wedge zippered his suit halfway, climbed out next, shaking his head but unable to hide a sheepish grin. "For the record, we were testing adjustments to the inertial compensator."
Wes raised an eyebrow. "Oh, sure. That's what we're calling it now."
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