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Kanan plopped down on the couch with an exhausted sigh. "Alright, babies have been fed, changed, swaddled, and rocked to sleep. How long of a nap do you think we'll get this afternoon?"
"Even just a couple of hours would be amazing," Hera replied. She scooted closer to Kanan, adjusting the blanket she was snuggled under so it was over her lap and his.
Throwing his arm across the back of the couch, Kanan slouched down so she could fit under his arm, resting her head on his shoulder. "Agreed. Shit, do you think they will ever sleep through the night?"
Hera made a sound that was both frustrated and sad at the same time. "I hope so. I don't know how much longer we can go on like this."
"We'll figure it out," he answered, placing a quick kiss to her temple.
Life had changed so much in these weeks after Depa and Eleni were discharged from the hospital. For the first week, they stayed with Sabine. Hera was so nervous about being too far away from the hospital that Sabine immediately offered to have them all stay for as long as they needed. After they made it through a few days as a new family of four, Kanan was able to convince Hera that they needed to get out of Sabine's hair and figure things out on their own.
And they had figured it out.
Rather quickly, they were able to settle into a routine with Depa and Eleni. When Cham finally left after a full week of hovering, Kanan felt like he could finally breathe. Life felt normal again. Well as normal as it could be with newborn twin daughters.
Kanan had even started working again, easing back into it part time. He was endlessly grateful to Gavin for allowing him so much time and space to work out their new family dynamic. He wasn't sure what they would do when Hera went back to work next month, but he knew they wouldn't have to figure it out on their own. All four of them had an extensive support system that left Kanan in awe every time he thought about how much richer his life had become since Hera walked into it.
He was even grateful for Cham, who had really stepped up for Hera and by extension, Kanan. Cham stayed that first week out of the hospital and after going back home to take care of a few things at his foundation, was coming back to lend a helping hand when Hera did go back to work.
Kanan dropped his arm from the back of the couch so it was more firmly around Hera's shoulders. He brushed his fingertips up and down her arm, enjoying the feel of her under his hand. Hera wiggled against him, getting herself more comfortable, and turned the volume on the television back up. She had taken to watching trashy reality shows because, as she kept telling Kanan, she no longer had the brain power to focus on actual storylines.
Hera gasped against his chest. "I knew he was a cheater," she murmured.
He chucked softly at her. "I thought you watched this shit because you didn't want to think? When did you get invested in the storylines?"
"It's not storylines, love. It's their lives!" Hera protested.
Kanan laughed again in response. "If you say so." He adjusted her body against his, tugging at her until she was in his lap, her legs draped over his thighs and her head resting on his chest, her lekku trailing down her back, swaying gently back and forth across his arm.
She felt nice in his arms. No, she felt right. It had been many, many months since he had been able to just hold Hera and everything about the moment made a mixture of desire, adoration, and love bloom in his chest. The last time he held her, without any worries, was a year ago, before they found out they were having twins and it was a high risk pregnancy..
Dropping his head to hers, Kanan rested his chin on her head, right between the base of her lekku. The smell of baby powder, breast milk, coffee, and just a hint of the floral soap Hera used in the shower that morning filled Kanan's senses until the only awareness he had left was her.
Absently, he skated his fingertips across her upper thigh, playing right along the hem of the cotton shorts she wore. Her body was fuller now, softer from decent meals and a lack of proper exercise, but Kanan found himself even more attracted to her. She had once told him her ultra lithe body was mostly genetics and a super fast metabolism. Now that she had given birth and her body struggled to find it's equilibrium again, he knew she was struggling with her body image. He wished she would realize he didn't give a fuck about the changes. Hera had sacrificed her body for their children and he would forever be in awe of that.
He sunk his fingers into the meat of her thigh, unable to help himself as she wriggled back and forth in his lap. He knew she was doing it subconsciously, but it awoke his dick nonetheless.
"Ow, Kanan. Stop pinching my fat," Hera said, smacking his chest, but keeping her gaze on the television.
Kanan scoffed. "What fat?" He dipped his head to the side and brushed his lips down the lek closest to his face.
Hera sighed and relaxed even further into his arms, her body pliant and waiting for what he did next. He slipped his hand further up her thigh, sliding into the tiny gap between her legs. His fingertips were so close to where he wanted to be, where he hadn't ventured in months. The heat from her cored begged his fingers to get even closer. Kanan kissed her neck as his fingers found the damp center of her panties. A low exhale fell from Hera's lips and her thighs opened just a touch more.
The yelled argument on the television faded into the background as Kanan breached the thin cotton of her underwear. Hera twisted in his hold just enough for her lips to press against his jaw, nipping at the short hairs. He slid one finger along her slit, parting the lips of her cunt just enough to feel her wet heat. A goan rumbled in his chest and Hera answered it with a whimper. Adding a second finger to his tentative exploration, Kanan listened and watched Hera intently for any sign to stop.
She squirmed in his lap, her ass rubbing almost painfully against his erection. Kanan smiled against her skin as he pressed open mouth kisses to the column of her throat, down to her shoulder. He gently circled her clit and Hera moaned his name against his chest. She felt good; the soft sounds falling from her lips, her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tugging on the loose strands of his hair.
He pulled his hand from her shorts and a smirk spread on his face when she actually whined at the loss. "Come here, Mama," Kanan drawled, as he adjusted her hips, nudging her to straddle his lap.
Hera pulled back to look at him, her nose scrunched up adorably. "Don't call me that when your dick is hard and your fingers smell like my pussy."
Kanan threw his head back until it rested on the back of the couch and let out a hearty chuckle. "There's my sassy wife." Their eyes met and for the first time in almost a year, Hera looked happy and relaxed. He liked this look on her. "Take this off."
Kanan tugged on her shirt and smiled wide when she lifted her arms for him. Once her shirt was off, Hera pulled on his with a twinkle in her eye. He stripped off his shirt for her and immediately her hands went to his bare chest, fingers dancing along the short chest hairs spread across his pecs. Sliding his hands up her back, he pulled her closer to him, his mouth going to the tops of her breasts.
She was wearing an utilitarian nursing bra, but it didn't matter to him. He did however, want to be careful. He knew she was extra sensitive and just getting to look at her like this, uninhibited and carefree, not worrying about the changes of her body, was a gift. Hera rocked her hips in his lap and Kanan pressed soft kisses to her cleavage. She moaned, arching her back.
"That okay?" he murmured, his tongue poking between his lips, licking delicate patterns along the edge of her bra.
Hera nodded with a moaned, "Yessss."
His hand slid up her back to her bra strap. "Can this come off?" he asked, his voice muffled in her chest.
Her body tensed in his arms and her palm pressed against his chest, creating space between them. "Um, okay." Hera's voice was hesitant. His wife was never hesitant. Especially not when it came to her pleasure.
Kanan brought his hand to her chin, gently guiding her gaze to him. "What just happened?"
"I don't know." Hera sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, her nervousness palpable. With a heavy sigh, she whispered, "I'll leak all over you."
"So." Kanan said with a small smile. He knew her insecurities were real and he didn't want to minimize anything, but he also felt she was being ridiculous.
Hera narrowed her gaze at him, like she was trying to figure him out. "I'm not all perky like I used to be."
"And?" Kanan wasn't trying to be difficult.
She looked down to her lap, where his hands rested on her thighs. "They are uneven."
Kanan couldn't hold it back any longer. A quiet chuckle escaped his lips and Hera snapped her gaze to his, looking murderous. "Hera, I know your body has changed. Are you trying to convince me to stop touching you because you are nervous about our first time in a while or because you want me to stop?
Hera's eyes roamed over his face, looking everywhere but directly at him. "I don't know."
Kanan nodded. "Alright." He wrapped his arms around her and shifted them, so he was stretched out on the couch, laying flat with Hera on top of him, her head resting on his chest. Grabbing one of the many baby blankets scattered around the floor, Kanan covered them both with it, although it was really only long enough to cover Hera's back down to her thighs, leaving his upper chest and legs pretty much uncovered. He didn't mind though.
As he started rubbing soothing circles across her bare skin, Hera mumbled out a sleepy, "Thank you," followed by a soft kiss to his chest.
Cham stood on the front porch of his, now his daughter's, house, his fist poised to knock. "No response?"
Nate was down a step behind him, one hand in the pocket of his slacks, the other staring at the phone in his hand. "No."
Bringing his hand down to his hip, he turned and looked at his ever present right hand man. Cham was never indecisive, but in this moment he had no idea what to do. Neither Hera nor Kanan were responding to texts. He knew Kanan should be home because Gavin told him his son-in-law wasn't working today. So either the whole house was asleep, or they did not have their phones with them.
"Just use your key if you're so afraid of waking up the babies," Nate said, off handedly as he leaned against the post. Ever since they both retired, he wondered if Nate had become too casual.
"Neither of them know I still have a key."
Nate laughed out loud at him. "My my my, General. Still keeping secrets?"
Cham crossed his arms across his chest. "What if there is an emergency and I need to get in?"
"A situation where I am sure those kids would have zero objections to, but you should have told them." Nate was barely holding back his amusement.
Yes, Cham thought. He has become much too casual. He slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out his key ring and selected the key for the house. As he slowly opened the door, Cham was prepared to defend himself to his daughter with the excuse of not wanting to wake the babies with his loud knocking. Instead, he was greeted by a quiet house.
Nate followed behind him, dropping their luggage by the front door, while Cham ventured further into the house. As he approached the living room, the sight in front of him almost made him wish he had just risked waking up the babies.
There on the couch was his daughter, wearing only a bra and lounge pants hanging off her body, her head resting on the bare chest of his son-in-law, her hand tangled in his hair, and his hand shoved down the waistband of her pants, cupping her exposed ass, both fast asleep, snoring softly. Cham swiped a hand down his face and groaned.
"I'm glad you find this so funny," he sneered at a chuckling Nate.
Nate held up his hands in front of him, palms out. "Give them a break, Cham. I'm sure they have had absolutely zero time for each other, but clearly they can't even stay awake to enjoy it."
Kanan stirred on the couch, his free arm wrapping more firmly around Hera, but also moving her body in such a way that now her chest was also on display. Thank the Goddess she was wearing a bra. Cham quickly turned around and cleared his throat, unsure of how to wake them.
"Should we go back outside and knock?" Cham muttered, mostly to himself.
Unfortunately, Nate heard and it made him laugh harder. "You are being ridiculous." He rose his voice a little louder and said, "Knock knock anyone home?"
Hera was the first to startle awake, jumping off Kanan and grabbing the blanket off the floor to cover herself. "Father!"
Kanan writhed on the couch, his knees now tucked up into his stomach, his hands between his legs. "You kneed me in the balls, Hera!" he screeched, gasping for air.
Cham turned to Nate and glared. "This is what I was hoping to avoid."
"What are you doing here? I thought you weren't coming until tomorrow." Hera said, the blanket wrapped around her. She settled back on the couch, tucking her legs up underneath her.
Kanan still had his eyes squeezed shut, but he managed a breathy, "We were just sleeping. I swear."
Cham arched a brow at his son-in-law, but decided he was suffering enough. He looked to his daughter, a small, hopeful smile on his face. "No, we were coming today. Is that okay? We had discussed it last week?"
Hera scrolled through her phone and her face fell. "I'm so sorry. I must have mixed up my days."
"No matter, my daughter. You are a new mother. The only things you should be concerned with are the well being of your daughters and you." Cham shoved his hands in his pockets, anxiously unsure what to do with the nervous energy.
Hera smiled at him. It was small, timid even, but it was worth it. She looked like her mother in that moment and it reminded him of when Hera was a baby, when both him and his wife were exhausted, trying to catch even one minute alone with each other. When they were young parents, Cham and Eleni had each other. And Nate. And Gavin. But they were all just dumb kids themselves. Not necessarily the support system new parents needed.
Kanan finally sat up and pulled his discarded shirt over his head. The two of them looked like they needed a break. Cham pulled his phone from his pocket and typed out a text to Hera.
"I have just sent you my hotel reservations for tonight. Nate and I were going to stay in town rather than be in your space. Hera, go. Use my room for this evening. Get some sleep," Cham said, trying not to sound too bossy. He knew Hera would refuse on principle if she thought he was telling her what to do.
Nate pressed his fists into his hips. "Or just get some. Kanan there looks like he needs it."
"Nathaniel," Cham growled.
Hera stood from the couch, clutching the blanket to her chest. "Father, we couldn't. The twins are not sleeping through the night. It's no fun." But even as she spoke the words, Cham could see the fight leave her eyes.
"Hera." Kanan slipped his hand into hers. "Maybe we should take him up on it. You need a break."
"My daughter, you act like I never stayed up all night with a newborn who would not sleep." Hera arched a brow at him, looking so much like his Ellie it made his heart skip a beat. That same expression of disbelief on her face. "I am serious, Hera. We can adequately take care of little Depa and Eleni. I promise."
"I'm just going to call him again really quick. I'm sure they are up from their nap and ready to eat." Hera scrolled through her phone, not even noticing as Kanan unlocked the hotel room door and ushered her inside.
Kanan covered her phone with his hand, letting the door close softly behind them. "Hera. I promise, your dad is fine. And if he isn't he will call you." He reached down and looped one arm behind her knees and the other up around her shoulders, lifting her into a bridal carry. "Now look at this beautiful room your dad is letting us use."
Hera wrapped her arms around his neck and giggled. It was nice to not worry about waking babies. She reveled in the way his lips moved across her neck.
"Wanna nap first? Or maybe a bubble bath?" Kanan asked, walking her over to the little couch in one corner of the room. He sat down, holding her close to his chest.
She relaxed into his hold. "A bath sounds nice. But only if you join me?" It was time to rip the band aid off and Hera wanted to rip the band aid off. It was time for them to reconnect and maybe the time, the break, was the real gift from her father.
Kanan leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips. "Really? You sure?
Hera nodded, a smile spreading across her face. "Yeah, I am."
With that Kanan stood and Hera wrapped her legs around his waist, holding onto him around his neck. He pressed a kiss to her cheeek, the edge of her jaw, down the column of her throat, and it lit a fire deep in her belly. She sunk her fingers into his loose hair, tugging on the strands just the way he liked.
He reached the bathroom and set Hera down on the counter. It was a beautiful bathroom, all marble and modern finishes, with a giant soaking tub right in the middle. Kanan followed her gaze to the tub and laughed.
"So who do you think was going to take advantage of that first? Your dad or Nate?"
Hera slapped him playfully on the chest. "Ew, I don't want to think about either of them in there."
Kanan's eyes sparkled as he smiled at her, like he too was relieved to feel like their old selves again. The couple they were before high risk pregnancies, hospital stays, NICU stays, and twin newborns who never slept through the night. The couple who could loose themselves in each other for hours.
Walking over to the tub, Kanan turned the water on and poured a capfull of the complimentary bubble bath under the stream of water. With his back turned, Hera hopped off the counter and started pulling off her clothes. She didn't feel that sexy, wearing a ratty nursing bra and full coverage underwear. The extra stretch marks and thicker body didn't help the feeling either.
When Kanan turned, his eyes danced over her body. Love, adoration, desire, all shone back at her, but when the corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk, the overriding emotion was lust. He crossed the distance in two steps, tearing his shirt over his head as he went. His arms immediately wrapped around her waist, one hand coming up to the strap of her bra.
"Can I?" he asked, his voice husky, fingers twisting underneath the strap.
Hera nodded on a deep inhale, holding her breath for the moment he sees her. Really sees her. With the expertise of a practiced lover, Kanan unhooks her bra with one hand and Hera drops her arms, letting it slide down to the floor. As Kanan takes in a sharp breath, Hera releases hers, like they are breathing for each other.
"Exquisite," Kanan whispers, his hands moving to cup her breasts. He's gentle, carefully holding them, feeling their weight, before he slouches down and presses a kiss to her right breast. His lips travel down, tongue circling her nipple, and they both let out a moan. "Fuck, Hera. It's been so long. I might come in my pants right now."
Hera threaded her fingers in his hair, holding him against her. "You feel so good, love."
"Yeah?" Kanan kissed and licked in the valley between her breasts, switching over to her left breast, giving it the same treatment. When she arches her back and lets out a breathy gasp, she feels his smile against her skin. His hands travel down her waist, caressing her curves until he reaches the waistband of her underwear. "What about this?" he asked, already dropping down to his knees.
Hera nodded again and places her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. Kanan slid her underwear down her legs and waited as she stepped out of them. He pressed a kiss to her lower stomach, right over the scar from where the doctors had to cut into her to deliver their babies.
"You're so beautiful, Hera. And every single day I get to touch you, kiss you, look at you, I count myself lucky. Some days, I can't believe you walked into my bar and it led to all of this. I love you." Kanan whispered against her skin, reverence in every word.
Hera traced her hand across his scruffy jaw, tilting his head up to look at her. "I'm the lucky one." She bent at the waist, leaning in to him and pressed one soft kiss to his lips. "I love you."
Wrapping his arms around her middle in a tight embrace, they stayed like that for a long time, Hera naked, Kanan shirtless and on his knees.
After what felt like an eternity but also not nearly long enough, Kanan said, "Tub is ready. If you still want?"
"Yeah."
Kanan stood and slipped his hand into hers, leading her to the tub. Wordlessly, he held her steady as she stepped into the deep tub, submerging herself up to her neck. She watched as Kanan pushed his pants off his body, his cock already perfectly hard and ready to play. Heat grew in her belly and an ache she hasn't felt in a very long time bloomed between her thighs.
As Kanan stepped into the tub, Hera scooted forward, giving him room to slip in behind her. Once he settled, he banded his arm around her stomach, pulling her back against his chest, his thick cock poking at the small of her back. She wiggled her ass, rubbing up against him.
"You wicked woman," Kanan mumbled against her neck. His hand slid down to the apex of her thighs. "But after all this time, let's focus on you, sweetheart."
Hera spread her legs to give him more access, and rested her head back on his shoulder. His fingers danced across the sensitive skin of her thighs under the water as his lips nipped at her collarbone. Closing her eyes, Hera gave into the sensations. One hand gently kneaded at her breast and one explored her cunt, fingers dipping between her inner lips, circling her clit.
She tossed one arm over his neck and kissed his cheek, biting at his beard, breathing hard into his ear.
"Feel okay?" Kanan whispered.
"So good," Hera whimpered. "So good. You and your magic fingers."
Kanan's chuckle was light and soft, carefree. "Good. You ready for my magic dick tonight, too?" He plunged a finger inside her, hooking it to rub at the senstive bundle of nerves right at her entrance.
Hera gasped at the intrusion, then relaxed into a moan. "I'll let that slide," she murmured, "since it is pretty magical."
Kanan added a second finger, thrusting slowly, as his thumb continued to circle her clit. The slow strokes were everything she needed, the fullness just his fingers provided a weight she hadn't even realized she missed. As he continued pumping his fingers, his other hand on her full breast, Hera was quickly reaching the cliff. And then he pulled his finger from her.
"Kanan," she whined.
He laughed and reached for a small packet from the pocket of his pants from the floor. He held it up for her to see. "Came prepared. Just in case, you know?"
"Just in case we wanted to have sex in a tub?" Hera asked, arching her brow at the little single use packet of silicone based lube.
"No, I mean sure, but also I wasn't sure. Your doctor said, that maybe," Kanan stammered.
She smiled at him. "I'm teasing. I know what the doctor said. That was very thoughtful of you."
"Oh, good. I mean you're welcome," he grinned. He put the packet between his teeth and tore it open. Squirting the contents out onto his hand, he lifted his hips slightly behind her and Hera could feel it as he stroked his cock with the lube, preparing himself. "Wanna come and take a seat?"
Hera laughed loudly. "Oh you are so smarmy sometimes, you know that?"
"You fucking love it." Kanan's hands on her waist pulled her back sharply, then holding her in place, he guided his dick between her legs with one hand.
Sighing, Hera sunk down on his dick, the silicone lube making everything so slippery. "I do. Goddess, help me, I do."
When she was fully seated in his lap, Kanan let out a deep, throaty groan that rumbled in his chest against her back. "I knew it," he whispered softly.
Hera gripped his knees, her own legs on either side of his, and she started rocking back and forth, the girth of his cock filling every inch of her, the ridges rubbing against her inner walls in the most delicious way.
"That's it, Hera. Take what you need from me. Go slow. We're in no hurry," Kanan murmured against her ear.
Hera reached behind her, blindly reaching for his hand at her hip. "I need more," she gasped, her hips picking up speed, water sloshing over the side.
"Anything." Kanan snaked a hand down to her lap, his finger strumming at her clit. His other hand slid over her torso, up and over her breasts before settling around her throat, not squeezing, just gently holding her in place. "Come for me, Hera."
Hera felt her whole body tense, then her legs started to shake. "Love," she murmured, her fingers digging into his thighs.
"That's it. Let go," Kanan encouraged.
The ecstasy exploded inside her body, lightening bolts zipping up and down her spine, and stars behind her eyes as she squeezed them shut, riding out her release. Kanan tenderly stroked her clit as he spilled inside her, his teeth sinking into her neck on a silent cry. Hera relaxed into his arms and Kanan licked over the little love bite he left behind, soothing it.
"Better than I remembered," Hera teased.
Kanan's head tipped back as he let out a boisterous laugh. "Thank fuck for that."
Carefully shifting in the tub, his softening dick slipping out of her, Hera turned to face him, her hands on his cheeks. "Should we go to bed?"
"Please." And he sealed the request with a kiss.
Written by a human in Ellipsus.