This fic is rated: R
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairing: Goran Beviin/Medrit Vasur (and Dinua Jeban)
Timeline: during the early stages of the Vong war
Summary: he doesn't get to be home often.
For slashthedrabble's prompt #184: sleep/sleepless
Warnings: they're not used to worrying about being overheard, apparently
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, skywalker_days, starwars_slash, slashthedrabble, oya_manda
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Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 22-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made. Mando'a was invented by Karen Traviss and is also property of Lucasfilm.

"Goran -- " Medrit's voice was an impatient growl.

"Some things are worth waiting for, Med'ika."

"Three months, you've been in space -- " His complaint was cut off when Goran thrust into him to his balls.

For a long moment, he held the position, letting Medrit adapt to the width of him. Then slowly, almost gently, he began to thrust. Medrit cursed softly, continuously, as Goran's thrusts sped up.

With a muffled cry, they collapsed together on the bed.

From the other side of the wall, Dinua shouted, "Are you done, buir? I'd like to get some sleep tonight!"