A/N: I am amused.

Why am I amused you ask?

Because someone or someones used the power of the guest option to leave 22 kudos' on both versions of this story on Sunday so that it would stay ahead of 'Old Friends' in the weekly update reward race.

Now that is a determination that I can only respect. :D

But it got me thinking that it's really not fair to 'Old Friends' because the two versions of this story really aren't the same anymore in basically the same way that 'He's Gone' and 'He's Not Allowed to Be Gone' aren't the same anymore, and I don't count them together as one story so I shouldn't be doing so for this one either.

Thus, I have renamed this story and this will be the last time it gets the weekly update spot until it earns its way back to the top the hard way. (You guys have a LOT of faving to do if you want to catch back up to 'Old Friends', just sayin'. :P It has almost 600 kudos' on Ao3 alone already.)

Take What You Want (part 2):

Mandalore...

Bo may have whimpered into Fenn's addictive kisses, but she'd never admit it. All she knew for sure was that if he stopped, she would probably start growling instead.

Somehow, despite the fact that their mouths were permanently attached, Fenn had them both undressed down to just their underwear already and they'd only been in her tent for maybe ten minutes.

At least, I think it's only been ten minutes. It could be more and I'd never know it. Shab, he's good at this.

She nearly smiled into his kiss as her bra disappeared too.

But then so did his mouth from hers.

She growled and tightened her grip on his head to pull him back.

He chuckled against her jaw as he kissed it. "Easy there, ner mesh'la akaan'ad, you'll like this too."

The growl died in her throat at his sweetly murmured words, and turned into a hum of approval as he moved his lips down to her neck and somehow found the perfect spot to suck and nibble on to make her eyes roll back. Her hands found the back of his broad shoulders and tensed, digging her nails into his skin. Fortunately for him, she kept her nails in neat little crescents only a couple millimetres long, unlike some women who trim their nails into literal claws. (Bad idea if you've ever tried making a fist like that.)

He's right. I like this too.

She loosened her grip on him as he shifted even further downwards to the upper swell of her chest, lips dragging sensuously over her skin the entire way. She ran her fingers along the strong lines of his back and along his upper arms instead, loving the feel of his hard muscles covered in skin only slightly rougher than hers. As he muttered praises regarding the beauty of her breasts whilst exploring them with both mouth and hands, Bo siphoned enough of her focus towards removing the last two articles of cloth that kept them covered.

Using her toes, she pushed his undershorts off his hips and down his legs. Then she reluctantly gave up her exploration of his muscles, skin, and intriguing scars to reach down and push her own panties off as quickly as possible.

With that taken care of, Bo's hands found his narrow hips where they rested beside her and travelled around to his tautly rounded backside, caressing and kneading it appreciatively much the same way he was to the breast not currently in his mouth. He groaned into her already tingling nipple, making her shiver deliciously, so she moved her hands around to his front side.

Bo smiled wickedly into his short, brilliant hair a few shades closer to orange than her own red locks as he groaned even louder when she took his blatant maleness in her hands and stroked from base to head and back. Nice. Very nice. There's certainly nothing lacking about this man, that's for sure.

And now to see how we fit, because time's a tickin' and I feel like I've been waiting for this for years.

Dropping her prize for the moment, Bo moved her hands up to his shoulders and pushed him over onto his back. She swept her gaze down the length of his thickly built warrior's body, very pleased with what she saw, and then back up to his surprised blue eyes that never failed to make her heart stutter at the gorgeous colour usually only found in glacier ice or tropical oceans. She smirked at his raised eyebrow. "My turn to take what I want."

His eyebrow rose higher as an answering smirk twitched on his finely sculpted lips. "Whatever my Mand'alor wishes."

"As it should be," she teased back, leaning forward to kiss the smile off his mouth for a second or three. Then she swung a leg over his ridged abdomen and placed one hand on his shoulder for balance and the other reached behind her for the cock standing appropriately at attention like a good soldier and settled herself down onto it.

The slide of his thick length into her rarely used channel was worth the whimper of pained pleasure that escaped.

When she was fully seated, their nearly matching pubic hairs rubbing together in a way that garnered more tingles, she opened her eyes that she hadn't even realized that she'd closed and looked at Fenn.

His eyes were closed too, he was practically panting, and his hands were locked in big fists by her knees. She remained still on him until he opened his eyes a few seconds later. Their gazes locked and the knowledge that this was RIGHT passed between them without any words being spoken. Then she leaned forward until his pelvic bone pressed against her clit, placed one hand on the bed beside his head, and whispered in his ear, "Touch me."

"Gladly." His hands were on her hips in less than a second and guiding her up his length at the same time that she was rising.

Their eyes stayed locked together as they rocked slowly for a few thrusts, just leaning the feeling of such a perfect joining, and then Fenn held her still above him with his strong hands and thrust up into her, hard and deep. Bo gasped and he smiled again, his eyes darkening wickedly.

"More, please more," she wheezed from empty lungs as he drove the air right of her with rapid thrusts that felt like he was trying to make contact with her heart.

Fenn's response to that was to flip them over, push her knees up to her chest, drive his cock back into her, and then lean over her folded up body with his hands planted on either side of her head and thrust like a jackhammer as he kissed every last brain cell right out of her.

With nothing left to do but feel the building tension in her core inspired by his forceful movements, Bo wrapped her arms around his shoulders, dug her nails back into his skin, and moaned an endless litany of smothered yeses into his mouth.

As Ezra ran towards Bo-Katan's tent, he checked his bond with Kanan and was relieved to find his Master no longer blocking out the world.

"Kanan!"

"What is it, Ezra?"

"You might want to come out to the gathering area. Something's got the Mandos on edge. Sabine actually feels afraid for some reason that I don't understand. And I just saw Ketsu with the same expression on her face as that time she caught that Weequay smacking around a young slave girl on Garel."

"Oh. That's not good. I'm on my way."

"Good. I've been sent to get Lady Kry… Oh, karabast." Ezra stared at Bo-Katan's tent in dismay as the distinct sound of a rapidly squeaking cot and muffled moans escaped through the thick fabric.

"What? What is it?"

Ezra rubbed the back of his neck, feeling his face heat with discomfort. "Uhhhhh…. Lady Kryze and Rau are ummmm, furthering their new friendship. Intimately. Very intimately."

Kanan snorted in his mind. "I saw that coming yesterday. Surprised it took them so long."

"Yeah, like there was time amidst all the battles," Ezra thought with a mental eye roll.

"I've worked with worse."

Ezra rolled his eyes for real at his Master's smug tone. "Unfortunately, I know."

Kanan sent him a mental smirk. "Jedi moves, kid. Useful for more than just fighting the bad… Hang on, Hera's comming me back."

"But, Kanan! What am I…"

"Just… wait for them, I guess," Kanan's mental tone interrupted quickly. And then he was gone.

"Kriff," Ezra grumbled under his breath as he glared at the tent in front of him. The erotic sounds from within were understandably inspiring and he really didn't want to go there. Not when he had to look at and talk to the people in question who knows how many more times in the future. Ezra started pacing back and forth in front of the tent like a possessed guard. "Wait for them, he says. Easy for him to say. He's not the one who's getting a free sound show that he really doesn't want while something interesting and a lot less stimulating is happening elsewhere. How do I always end up with the crappy jobs, anyway?"

Ezra's pacing and muttering had been enough of a distraction that he almost missed the fact that the squeaking had stopped. Finally. (It had only been a minute or two.)

He squared his shoulders and walked up to the door. Slowly. And raised his hand to knock even slower. Here goes. Hope they don't kill me.

Fenn's mental facilities were pretty much on hold as he put everything his body had into making his beautiful, lithe yet mouthwateringly curvy, red-headed warrior Duchess scream his name to the stars.

His hips were going faster than a Jedi starfighter, his mouth was swallowing her gasps and mewls, and the one hand not needed to hold his torso above her was busy at the top of her slit, rubbing circles like mad on her bud of sensation.

On top of that, the sheer pleasure of pistoning in and out of her incredibly tight channel while her nails made sharp little shocks of pain on his back was short-circuiting his nerve endings from scalp to toes.

He could feel her tensing beneath him, her slick passage tightening even further, and her back starting to arch despite how he'd positioned her for optimum angle and depth.

"Come for me, cyar'ika," he demanded in a husky whisper against her parted lips. "Come for me now!"

Like she was born to obey his sensual commands, Bo did just that, her head thrown back, her nails digging in to his muscles, and her channel clamping down on him like a vise before it started fluttering rhythmically.

Fenn sealed in the cry that almost erupted from her mouth with his own, having just enough brain cells left to think that maybe she wouldn't want the entire camp to know what she was doing. Then he thrust twice more and found his own release in an explosion that felt like his spine was trying to evacuate along with his seed. Shab! Shab! Shab! Stars, I love this woman.

With an arm that trembled, Fenn held his position above her, forehead coming to rest on hers as they panted through the aftershocks. He managed to drag his other hand up her body and onto the bed to help the first arm out as he they stared at each other with matching wonder in their eyes. "You have replaced my skeptical heart with your own," he whispered after a moment.

Her stunning jade green eyes widened and then softened as she moved her hands up to pet his sweat dampened hair and shifted her legs down to wrap around his own, claiming him and holding his slowly softening cock inside her. She smiled softly and whispered back, "Same, Fenn Rau. I'd given up on finding my cyar'ika. I should not have."

Fenn beamed like a little boy, his chest feeling fuller with joy than he could ever remember. "Neither should I have. Bo-Katan Kryze, will you say the vows with me?"

She blinked once and then her mouth spread into an equally wide smile. "I will."

"Thank you, Bo'ika." He dipped his head to kiss her softly and then started to whisper, "Mhi solus..." when they heard a tentative knock on one of the support posts by the door. The beginning of the marriage vows turned into a growled, "Haar'chak!"

Bo snorted under her breath and pushed him off of her. "Duty calls, ad'ika," she said with a roll of her eyes at his grunt of surprise.

I can't believe she called me baby, he thought as he sprawled almost bonelessly on his back. At least it was the affectionate form of the word.

"Elek?" she called out as she rolled off the bed and started dressing with impressive speed.

"I'm very sorry to bother you, Lady Kryze," came the apologetic voice of Ezra Bridger in Basic. "But Sabine sent me to get you. Something's going down with Ketsu."

Bo paused with one leg half in her leggings. "Onyo?"

"Yes."

"Osik, I bet she's going to confront her father," Bo said quietly to Fenn as she continued dressing even faster.

"Undoubtedly." Fenn was inspired to roll his tired body off the bed and do the same.

"We'll be right there!" Bo called through the tent as she pushed her arms into the sleeves of the upper half of her bodysuit.

"Kay!" Ezra called back, then they heard the sound of boots leaving at a swift jog.

Bo followed only a few seconds later, only strapping on her blasters before leaving.

Fenn took half a second to admire her hourglass form in black, formfitting armorweave before he was rushing to catch up, also leaving the tent without armour and wearing just his bodysuit, boots, and gun belt.

I hope this doesn't take too long because it would surely be nice to get another round of loving in before we have to go back to war.

And I don't care how, but we're saying our vows before that happens.

Mando'a translations:

Elek - Yes

Mesh'la – Beautiful

Akaan'ad – Badass warrior.

(Yes, I know that 'Verd' is listed as the word for soldier or warrior, but I like this one better. Akaan means war. And Akaan'ade means army. To me, a person who is Akaan'ad would refer to someone who could be a one-person army. If Bo doesn't qualify as such than I don't know who would. :P)