The Void (The Portrait)
pairing: Gregor x original fem. character
words: 4,4k
warning: smut, 18+, vaginal fingering, piv sex. some angst. but mainly a lot of fluff :)
part 3/4
Summary: Basically, Gregor deserves all the love in the world and this is him receiving it <3
He let go of her hands suddenly and took one step back.
“I am so sorry!” - he said, his cheeks blushing. “I don’t know what came over me, I didn’t mean to…”
She put her hand on his shoulder and smiled. She didn’t see it coming - a kiss! A kiss like that! Perhaps because it’s been a while, or perhaps because she had been so focused on running and getting as far as possible from Borkus’ house, but either way, a kiss was the last thing she expected. But what a surprise it was. She could feel her whole body starting to react to him - to him just standing so close to her. She felt hot all of a sudden as if there was a heat radiating from him.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to be sorry.” - she finally said, quietly. His eyes caught hers again, curious. “I liked it!” - she added, and she could feel that it was now her turn to blush.
Damn, we’re like two teenagers!
“You did?” - Gregor’s eyes widened.
She nodded and smiled, finding his genuine surprise adorable.
“Yes.” - she said and took one step closer to him. Gregor kept staring at her, still not really daring to touch her again.
“So you wouldn’t mind if I did it again?” - he whispered.
She shook her head, not able to respond properly as she felt some new, almost long-forgotten emotions waking up in her and overwhelming her. She knew she wanted this from the first moment she saw Gregor, but the feeling of being attracted to someone was so foreign to her after all that time in isolation on Abafar. She never thought she’d ever feel like this again, but she did, and he was there, wrapping his hands around her waist and finding her lips in yet another gentle kiss. She hugged him back and pulled him closer to her, cherishing the feeling of his body pressed against hers.
His kiss was passionate and more determined this time. His tongue touched her bottom lip, and she responded, granting him access and feeling his tongue on hers. He pulled her closer to him and soon there was no space left between them. She could feel him grow and the bulge in his pants twitch. He looked at her, aware of his arousal and the look in his eyes almost apologetic.
“I… I feel like I’ve done this before, this feeling is very familiar but…but I have no recollection…” - he mumbled.
“It’s been a while for me too - it’s been so long, that I barely have any memories of it as well...” She chuckled. Gregor’s face was still serious, and she wondered what went on in his mind at that moment.
“We’re quite a team, aren’t we?” - he smiled, as he gently brushed her cheek with his thumb.
She smiled back and kissed him, tangling her fingers in the zipper of his yellow vest and pulling it down. As she unzipped it, Gregor took it off and threw it on the floor. The look in his eyes was unmistakable, but Gregor still seemed to hesitate to make a move. But she couldn’t wait anymore, feeling an urge and a desire so strong it overpowered her. She pulled her shirt over her head, revealing a band covering her breasts. It took all of Gregor's shattered self-control not to rip the rest of her clothes off in one motion.
“Would you like to help me take it off?”- she asked him - “You can just unhook it here.” - she showed him, and Gregor did, immediately reaching behind her back, finding those hooks and unhooking them and tossing the band to the floor. The look in his eyes at the sight of her naked breasts in front of him was indescribable.
“I don’t remember ever doing this before…” - Gregor whispered, his eyes on her swollen breast, “but somehow I know exactly what to do… what I want to do to you”. - he raised his eyes and looked at her.
She felt electricity shoot through her entire body. She was painfully aware of the dampness gathering between her legs and her aching pussy clenching at his every touch and every word.
“If you want me too… “ - Gregor added, and all she did was nod, all she could do was nod, as her words failed her. Perhaps they were two people with memories of previous passions far gone, but right there, at that moment they were making a new memory, one that would stay buried in their minds for a very long time. Their bodies reacting to every touch, him discarding his clothes in swift moves and her following, his hands touching her breasts in a most gentle way, worshipping them and her whole body, that moment was theirs to create and share, and the absence of any memories of the previous ones was irrelevant.
Gregor picked her up and carried her to the bed and laid her down slowly. He reached for the waistband of her pants, pulling them slowly down, and leaving her only in her panties. He got up to take his shirt off, but then he caught the sight of her lying on the bed, her long hair spread out, her naked body in front of him and he almost gasped. He stayed that way for a moment, just gazing at her, almost as if he wanted to take a mental picture.
“You are so beautiful!” - he finally said, and she smiled, extending her arm to him. He pulled his pants down too, leaving his shorts on before he joined her in bed. He worshipped her body, covering her in kisses everywhere he could reach. His hands roamed across her breasts, her waist and digging deeper into her buttocks. She only had one partner before, and that was years ago, both of them late teenagers at the time, and the experience was nothing like this. The sensuality with which Gregor touched her was something she read about in romance novels or something she thought only happened in holodramas.
She felt him grow harder in his shorts, and she instinctively pressed her body closer to his, feeling his arousal against her lower stomach, making Gregor growl deep in his throat.
“I want you” - he whispered in her ear, nibbling on her earlobe, and she could feel how much he meant it.
“Then take me” - she said, and he dragged his fingers down her body, reaching her pussy and stroking her over her soaked panties. She felt a bit embarrassed that her underwear was so wet, and he noticed her slightly wince as he touched her. He removed his hand, but he kissed her blushing cheeks, first the one and then the other and moved his lips again closer to her ear:
“I love how wet you are for me, baby girl” - he whispered - “Is it okay if I do this?”
His hand was back on her again, swiftly moving the fabric of her panties to the side. She felt his finger on her sensitive skin, tracing her dampness and reaching her entrance.
She nodded, closing her eyes. He pressed his finger slowly inside her:
“How about this?” - he whispered, his soft beard gently tickling the sensitive skin on her neck.
“Yes, yes!” - she panted, feeling his thick finger entering her, and finding that sensitive spot deep inside her, the one she never could reach on her own.
Gregor twisted his finger slightly and massaged the spongy spot he found, and then slightly pulled out only to press inside her again, this time adding another finger. She arched her back, digging her fingers in Gregor’s shoulders.
Gregor loved seeing her like that and couldn’t take his eyes off her. The sensation he was feeling was a familiar one, arousal so strong that it was almost becoming painful, but he didn’t have any memories of ever experiencing it before. He felt like a virgin, like she was the first woman he ever touched, and it made the already special experience even more unique.
She could feel the hardness in his shorts every time she arched her body against his fingers, and she saw a damp spot that was forming at the tip of his arousal, staining his shorts. She touched him over his shorts and he sucked air hard at her unexpected move.
“I want you inside me, Gregor, I can’t wait anymore!” - she panted, and Gregor didn't need to be told twice. He pulled his shorts down in a swift move, pulling his fingers out and lining his tip against her hot entrance. He pressed slowly in, cherishing the feeling, finally getting some relief to his aching arousal. He was going slowly, but she could feel the stretch, feeling slight pain and wincing. Gregor noticed that and stopped immediately, but she opened her eyes and encouraged him to keep going.
“Just go slow, it’s okay, I can take it..” - she said, and he did, filling her up, gently and passionately.
When he finally bottomed out he took a moment to check on her again, and she nodded, moving under him, arching her body, and encouraging him to keep going. Gregor pulled out, leaving only the tip in and then pressed all the way into her again, starting his thrusts, slowly, while watching her face for cues. The pain she initially felt was soon replaced with pleasure, as she relaxed her face and started moaning, feeling him reach deep inside her.
As his movements became faster her gasping became louder and she held onto him, repeating his name, feeling his lips everywhere on her skin, as he was taking her, fast and hard.
She could feel the pressure building up in her clit, and she managed to whisper to him that she was close, wrapping her arms even tighter around his body:
“I can feel it, baby girl, I feel you, let go…” - and she did, her whole body tightening around him while crying out his name. It only took a few more thrusts for him to reach his own peak, pulling out just in time and pumping himself, groaning and spraying hot white streaks over her lower stomach. His head dropped down onto her shoulder and she held him, staying that way for a while, both of them out of breath. As their breathing calmed he lifted his head, gazing intensely into her soft eyes:
“That was incredible” - he whispered.
She smiled.
“Yes, it was!”
—
Gregor woke up in the middle of the night, only this time it wasn’t a nightmare that woke him. It was the feel of a warm body pressed against his, and it took him a moment to realise who that was and what was happening. But then it sank in and Gregor was almost overwhelmed by the sense of calm and serenity that surrounded him. It felt good to have her in his bed and feel her hand resting on his chest. It felt good to listen to her calm breathing, and feel her warm body cling to his. He planted a kiss on her forehead, gently and slowly, trying not to wake her up, but she moved slightly, and he saw her lips widening into a subtle smile, her eyes still shut.
“You can’t get one night of proper sleep because of me!” - Gregor whispered. “I keep waking you up”.
She opened her eyes, and cuddled closer to him, feeling his hand under her shoulder squeeze her tighter to him.
“I don’t mind being woken up like this.” - she whispered back.
Gregor kissed her again.
“You can’t sleep? - she asked him.
“No… I can’t sleep more than an hour or so…” - he replied - “I wake up, thoughts start stirring and I can’t fall back to sleep again.”
“What are you thinking about now?”
“Now?” - Gregor said, running his hand up and down her arm. “Honestly just how lucky I am to have met you.”
She smiled.
“I feel the same way.”
“I don’t know what I would have done without you!“
“Oh, Gregor… ! - she said, placing a quick kiss on his chest. “Honey... I wish I could do more, I wish I could help you get your memory back…”
“I know, baby girl… me too.”
For a moment, Gregor's thoughts seemed to wander, and then he looked at her, hesitating for a moment. Finally, he decided to ask:
“How did you end up here?”
She shifted a bit and lifted her head off his shoulder. Gregor could feel that her whole body tensed.
“I didn’t mean to upset you, we don’t have to talk about that!” - he said as he planted a kiss on her shoulder.
“No it’s fine, it’s just... I never talked about that with anyone here. You don’t talk about these things on Abafar… “
“You can talk to me!” - Gregor said as he stroked her hair. “I hope you know that. I wish I could tell you my story… I’d love to do that one day…”
She was quiet for a while. Abafar made her reclusive and introverted, but she wasn’t always like that. She longed for the kind of closeness she was feeling with Gregor all of her life, and she realised how much she wanted to share her story, for quite some time.
“There isn’t much to tell… everyone here is running away from something or someone... I guess it’s no different for me. My sister…. I’m... I was very close to her. It’s just the two of us, she's my only family. She raised me and made sure I always had everything... But I never asked how she earned the credits…”
Gregor was listening, his eyes never leaving hers.
“It turned out she got involved with the wrong people, a street gang, dealing spice…”
Her eyes dropped as she said that and Gregor’s hand tightened around her.
“I don’t know all the details, but a large amount of spice went missing and people who owned it weren’t going to let it go. Somehow she and two others were blamed and they started threatening them. Finally, they gave them an ultimatum - return the spice or get the credits, or else they’ll start abducting their family members, one by one.” - she felt tears in her eyes, but she suppressed them, taking a deep breath and continuing the story.
“My sister didn’t want to take any chances and one night she got me on a ship and told me I was going to someplace special and that it was a surprise. She gave me a box, and made me promise I’d first open it when I arrived at this magical place - and that it was all part of the surprise. I was 17, and I didn’t really believe her, but I played along, never imagining that she could do something like… like this.” A tear rolled down her cheek, Gregor catching it immediately and wiping it away.
“When the ship arrived here, the people on the ship ordered me to disembark, unwilling to answer any of my questions. I opened the box she gave me, and I found a letter. She had written she was sorry, and how she had no choice but to do this… Send me to a most reclusive part of the galaxy. That I had to trust her, and that I’d be safe here. She said she wanted to protect me till she solved the mess she got herself in, and that she’d come and get me when it was safe…”
Gregor was almost afraid to ask the next question but he did:
“When was that, when did you arrive here?”
“7 years ago!” - she said, “7 years and 58 days.”
“I’m so sorry, baby, that must have been incredibly difficult for you” - Gregor said, planting another kiss on her temple. “To be here alone, not knowing where she was, and how she was…”
She nodded, moving her head back, placing it on Gregor’s chest. She felt like a ton of bricks had been lifted from her shoulders. Sharing her story, telling HIM her story felt incredibly liberating.
“It was. The first month, I cried all day every day. I wanted to die. I hated it here - no one talked to me, no one was interested in me. Everyone just minded their own business. So then I realised I had to help myself - no one else was going to.”
“Is that why you’re helping me know?” - Gregor suddenly asked.
She shrugged.
“I know what it's like to be completely alone and desperate in a foreign place…: and I wish someone told me that when I first arrived here.”
Gregor took a deep breath, his fingers tangling in her hair, caressing her.
“But that’s not the only reason” - she added, catching his gaze again.
“I like you, Gregor, I liked you from the first moment I saw you…” - she said, slightly surprising herself with her blunt honesty. But then again, living in such an isolated place for so long teaches you to grasp and hold on to every opportunity life offers you.
Gregor looked genuinely touched by her words and he smiled.
“I like you too, baby girl… in fact when I first saw you I couldn’t even look at you because I found you so beautiful.” -
“Really?” - she teased him - “Because I felt like you kept staring at me!”
Gregor blushed.
“Oh no!” - he said - “I wasn’t aware of that.” - he smiled embarrassedly.
She smiled back and planted a kiss on his soft beard.
“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, baby!” - he added.
“No, no… you didn’t. I liked it. I don’t think I could ever get tired of seeing your eyes everywhere, Gregor!”
—--
The next few days were wonderful. As they worked at the diner, they sneaked glances and secretly touched each other whenever they had the chance, and where no one could see them, counting moments till they’d go home and be together. As soon as they’d enter their little basement apartment they wouldn’t be able to hold their hands off of each other. She started sleeping in Gregor’s bed and they’d make love every night till they’d fall asleep exhausted in each other’s arms.
One night, as they finished dinner, Gregor looked like he wanted to say something, but he hesitated.
“Gregor, is everything alright?” - she asked him.
“Everything’s fine, baby girl, I was just thinking… “- he hesitated.
“What?”
“I was thinking how I never want to forget you!” - he said. His words carried a sense of sorrow and fear that was almost tangible.
She sat in silence, moved by his words, but unable to find the right words to answer him. She wasn’t sure what brought that on, but she could guess.
“Sometimes when I look at your face I try to memorise every line, every part, I try to store it somewhere deep in my memory, but… how can I ever be sure that it won’t be wiped away from it, the same way my other memories have been….” - he stopped, not being able to finish that sentence.
“Gregor - she said, touching his arm across the table - “You’ll remember, I’m sure, your memory will return. You just need time and some help… if we could get a hold of something from your past I’m sure that would help. We’ll go to Borkus’ basement again, and try to see what’s in that crate. That will help, I’m sure..”
“I - I know, baby girl, I know, but…” - he hesitated again.
“What, tell me!” - she could sense he had something on his mind but was holding back.
“Do you know that older Twi’lek gentleman from the diner, you know the one with the newspaper?” - he asked.
“Yes?”
“Did you know that he’s a painter?
“No, I didn't know that,” she replied, taken slightly aback by the change of topic. “How do you know that?”
“I talked to him. I talk to him almost every day.”- Gregor replied.
Gregor really was new there, she thought to herself. He still didn't get the memo that people didn’t talk to each other on Abafar, or ask each other about their previous lives. But it was endearing that he did that.
“So, I was wondering… if you wouldn’t mind, that is…” - he started rubbing the back of his neck like he always did when he was nervous, “Would you let him paint you? Your portrait, you know, your face…? I want to have it… if … if you wouldn't mind...” - Gregor looked almost apologetic asking this of her.
“Gregor…” - she said, looking at him, moved and almost fighting tears in her eyes. For a moment, he was concerned that he had said something terribly wrong, something that had crossed the line.
“It’s not a big deal, actually, baby, it was just a silly idea…” - he stammered, rubbing his neck.
She took his other hand in hers, holding his hands across the table and making him look her in the eyes.
“You are not losing your memory again, Gregor, I promise you that!” - she said firmly. His eyes were still sad, but he smiled. “And it would be my honour to pose for a portrait - as a gift to you.”
Gregor widened his eyes and smiled. She saw that her words made him genuinely happy. He brought her hands to his face and kissed them both, gently.
“Thank you!” - he whispered.
The next day he approached the gentlemen from the diner and arranged for him to come by their basement that evening to start working on the portrait. He didn't want to be there for the process - he just wanted to see the finished product. She found it endearing, seeing how much he actually cared about it, how much he wanted the portrait. But it made her sad too, knowing why he was doing it, knowing he was worrying that his memory might always be playing tricks on him. Knowing that he wanted to always remember her face, always carry her face with him in any way possible made her heart ache for him.
The portrait was finished fairly quickly. The gentleman from the diner, whose name she didn't dare to ask, told her that he only did the drawings, simple lines and no colours. She sat, turning her half-profile to him, and he stared at her for a while before he began sketching. He didn't speak, his eyes focused on the canvas, raising them every now and then, analysing the lines and the contours of her face. She noticed how his brows furrowed every now and then as if he wasn’t happy with something, and then moments after his face brightening up again. She was curious to see the finished product, but more than anything, she hoped Gregor would like it.
After almost an hour, he stepped away from the canvas, observed it for a while, then turned it towards her, showing her her portrait. It was beautiful, dreamy somehow - her hair dominating the canvas, flowing around her profile and framing her face. She had a feeling Gregor would love it. She thanked him and asked how much she should pay him, but he shook his head, replying that this was “a favour to that kind young man”. She realised that Gregor was probably the first stranger in quite a long time who actually spoke to him, and how that meant something to him. She smiled and thanked him, and added that she’ll see him tomorrow at breakfast.
When Gregor came back a couple of hours later, he found her in bed, asleep. She left the painting on the kitchen table and covered it with a cloth. Next to it, he found a message:
I hope you’ll know how special you are to me every time you look at this portrait
Gregor unwrapped the portrait slowly, hesitatingly and he almost gasped as he revealed it. Seeing the lines of her face replicated so faithfully in such an original manner, he instinctively touched the canvas, tracing the lines of her hair, her jaw and her lips. He was overwhelmed with emotions, deeply hoping he’d never be in a situation where he’ll be in doubt over who she was - hoping he’ll always remember her. No matter what happened with his previous memories and if they ever came back - these new memories, the ones he was creating with her were the ones he wished to keep forever.
“Do you like it?” - he almost jumped, her voice surprising him. He turned around and saw her sleepy face looking at him.
“Did I wake you up? Again? I’m making a habit out of that… I’m sorry….” - he asked, stepping closer to her.
“No, it’s okay, I wasn’t really asleep.” - she replied. He came closer to her, and sat on her bed, taking her head in his hands and gazing intensely into her eyes.
“I love it. Thank you so much for posing to him.” - he whispered, touching her cheek.
She smiled:
“It was my pleasure” - she replied, easing her head into his touch.
“I never want to forget you, baby girl, “ - Gregor said as he pulled her closer to him, and hugged her tightly.
“You won’t Gregor, I promise, you’ll…” -
But before she could finish her thought a sound of her comm beeping filled the room. She looked in the direction of the comm, surprised.
“Who can that be at this hour?” - she said, getting up.
She took the device in her hand and read the message.
“It’s Borkus.” - she said. Gregor got up as well and came closer to her.
“What does he want?” - he asked her.
She was quiet for a while, rereading the message in front of her a few times.
“He wants me to go do the supply run with him tomorrow.” - she said, her voice strained. She turned and looked at Gregor. He could see that something was up.
“What’s wrong?” - he asked her, taking her shoulders in his hands.
“He never asked me to do the supply run with him before. No one ever goes with him, he’s very secretive about it.”
Gregors brows furrowed as he listened.
“I think he knows!” - she whispered. “He’s suspecting something”.
“Don’t go!” - he said, “We’ll think of something. Tell him I’ll go with him!”
She hesitated for a moment, but then she shook her head:
“No!” - she said - “We need to play his game if we want to find any answers. We should let him make the first move - and I think this is it.”
She glanced over at Gregor, noticing he was tightly wringing his hands and shifting from one leg to another. He was worried. She knew a lot of things were at stake for him, but she also realised that they had to take some risks in order to get to the bottom of things. Perhaps she couldn’t really do much to sort her life out, but she could do something to help him sort his - and she was determined to do that!
She came closer to him and planted a kiss on his cheek.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be careful, I promise!”
tags: @sugarpuffsstuff
