My Collar
Part Three
by Ili

That whole day I went about the motions of doing my job. I really didn't pay much attention to anything I was doing, it didn't matter anyway, I'd been doing this stuff for so long I didn't have to think about most of it. Instead, my mind was focused on mystery-man. Who is he? I wondered. It was all I could do not to kiss every man around me to try to figure out who it was that had kidnapped me. Of course, the idea of kissing most of them made me cringe inwardly every time I thought about it. There was only one man I wanted to kiss and I had no idea where or how to find him or if I'd ever be his "slave" again.

Finally, I was able to toss myself down onto my bed, oddly, my roommate (Wes) was nowhere to be found. I shrugged it off thinking he had stayed in some girl's (or girls') room for the night which was fine with me because something told me I wouldn't be sleeping well tonight.

Damn him.

Whoever he is.

I'd been lying in bed for over an hour and I couldn't sleep because his chuckle filled my ears, the feel of his skin against mine was the only thing I wanted to feel.

Instead, I was stuck with NR military-issue sheets and the sound of a leaky faucet.

It was going to be a loooong night.


Sometime in there I must have fallen asleep. I groggily opened my eyes to look at the chrono and see what time it was, I couldn't see anything, not even the light from Wes's Ewok nightlight. Wha? Huh? were my first near coherent thoughts. The next thought was to reach for the chrono and see if it was working. My hands wouldn't work, they were stubbornly staying behind my back, as if in handcuffs. A bit more coherent now What the hell? I felt a breeze brush by my chest as if someone had opened a door and let a draft in for a moment. That clued me in that I was half-naked.

Suddenly I got the strangest sense of deja vu.

This time, however, I was ready for him. Or something like that.

I heard him move closer to me and then a moment later felt one of his hands brush lightly across my chest. "Hi, Hobbie." he said simply.

I tell you, this is the only time in my life that I ever came near to swooing. What the hell was it about this guy that he made my knees go weak just by saying my name? Well...the half nakedness, handcuffs, collar, and blindfold kinda seemed to help that, too.

He chuckled, gods how I had missed that throaty, sexy chuckle all day long!

"Miss me?" he asked.

Only too much. I thought. I opened my mouth to reply and that's when he suddenly claimed my mouth with his, kissing me fiercely. I could get used to this. was the last thing I remember thinking before realising that he had me on the floor, his hands on my hips, ready to take off my boxers when that draft whipped through the room again.

I couldn't see who it was, but I heard a voice speak.

The voice was the most incredulous and the most hurt tone I'd ever heard anyone use. It was Wedge's voice. Ohhhhhh crap, my commander just walked in on me all chained up and mostly naked with some guy who, near as I could tell, was already naked.

All Wedge said in that tone was, "Tycho?"


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