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isaidonyourknees · 12 days ago

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Hey could you do #43 with Tech x f!reader? I imagine it's his attempt at dirty talk lol Congratulations on 1k 🎉

Thank you so much, my friend! I really enjoyed writing this one, I don't usually do a lot of dialogue-based fics, so this was amazing practice. Hope you like it! 💕

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Tech x F!Reader

Rated E - 1.6k words

Prompt #43: “You are wetter than Kamino, baby… Sorry, that sounded hotter in my head.”

(Part of my 1K Follower Celebration)

Summary - You and Tech kill time at 79s

Tags: Dirty Talk, Pickup Lines, Suggestive Humor, PiV (as a daydream), Use of Alcohol (at a Bar)

It was a rare night off in Coruscant, and the boys had decided to head to 79s to celebrate another successful mission. You had offered to hold down the table with Tech as the rest of his team spread out, meeting up with their other vode and catching up. Tech hadn't wanted to come at all, but the team had argued that a group outing would be good - so here you all were.

The table was on the smaller side and round, both of you sitting with your backs to the wall, your tall seat pulled up close to his. The music was loud so you were leaning close, commenting on the people moving throughout the room.

The serious Commander, working the dance floor with moves you’ve never seen before. The booth off to the left, packed full with clones wearing blue-accented armor, crowding together to gossip, the one with blonde hair pointedly detaching himself to down his drink.

A man at the bar, his small tattoo and goatee barely visible as he leans close to the gorgeous girl sitting next to him, smiling charismatically as he whispers in her ear.

“He looks like he’d have some lines,” You comment off-hand, gesturing towards him.

“Lines?” Tech is tilting his head to follow your gaze, spotting the person you were referring to.

“Yeah,” You nod, sipping from your drink, “Pick-up lines. He looks like he’d be smooth, you know?”

“Ah, yes.” Tech also nods at that, his fingers pushing the bridge of his goggles, “I am familiar with the term and meaning, but I have not had that particular experience.”

You almost choke on your sip, swallowing too quickly before coughing, “No one’s ever used a line on you?”

“Not that I’m aware of,” he shrugs, eyes already drifting across the crowd again.

“I refuse to believe that, just look at you.” You turn in your seat to face him, your knees knocking against this thigh, “I’m fixing that right now.”

He glances at you, a brow rising as you comb through your thoughts. You pick one at random, propping your cheek up against your palm as you bat your eyelashes at him.

“Is it hot in here?” You ask, watching his eyes as they narrow in confusion. “Or is it just you?”

His lips part, prepping a response, but nothing comes out other than a soft “oh”. It was a cheesy line, yes, but in this setting, spoken by you - well, it was doing something to him.

“Okay, I got another - this one is so bad,” You’re laughing already, remembering the look on your friend’s face when some guy used it on her. “Fuck me if I’m wrong, but Mythosaurs still exist right?”

His smile is automatic, and he finally gets it, while listening to the sweet sounds of your laughter. What had always seemed silly and a little childish to him, suddenly starts to make sense.

Tech had been humoring you at the beginning, but hearing your voice say those words, the way your teeth dragged against your lower lip when you said “fuck” - he understands why it would work on someone.

“Your turn. Try one on me.” You smile encouragingly, his shy demeanor making your heart skip a beat.

“I don’t know if I-“ He starts to shake his head, but you’re placing a hand on his arm, and he stills.

“Just one. For me. Please?” He blinks, and he seems to be surprised at how readily he agrees.

“Okay, let me think.” Tech’s brow furrows, his hand raising to scrub underneath his goggles. You’re happy he’s playing this game with you, to take a well-earned break after all the long hours he’s been pulling lately.

He nods to himself, turning to face you as he blurts, “You are wetter than Kamino, baby.”

Your laugh bubbles up, bursting loudly before you can hold it back. His brow raises as your hand slaps over your mouth, muffling the sound.

“My apologies, I think that sounded hotter in my head.” His smile is self-deprecating, a crooked pull of lips and a white flash of teeth.

“Oh, no - it was great,” You are still giggling, lips pressing together to stifle them. “You just caught me off guard, I wasn’t expecting that.”

His cheeks flush, a sweet mix of embarrassment and pleasure at making you laugh. Your knee brushes his as you lean closer, though you miss the way his eyes drop to your lips as you run your fingertip over it, thinking.

It’s your turn, and after a moment you’ve got it, your eyes raising to his with a smile. The finger drops from your lips to the curve of his thigh plate, dragging slowly up the smooth plastoid as you ask, “So, is that a blaster in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”

His thighs flex with your touch, a pink tongue peeking out to wet his lips, “I-I do not have a blaster in my pocket.”

Your grin is turning into a smirk, and you’re leaning towards him when he adds, “That would be most impractical.”

Groaning, you slump back in your seat, “It’s not supposed to be practical, it’s just supposed to be fun.”

He mourns the distance you’ve put between the two of you, and quickly squashes down his self-consciousness in an attempt to get you to look at him like that again.

“Alright. Let me try another.” Tech thinks it over for longer this time, and you flag down another drink for both of you. The tiny umbrella from your cocktail twirls in your fingers as you wait, your knee bouncing in anticipation.

“I am not a speeder,” He begins, expression a little uncertain before he rushes the rest out, “But you could ride me like one, if you would like.”

Your eyes grow wide and round, searching his as he blushes, unused to the words and the attention. Then you’re exclaiming, “Oh my god, that was so good!”

He relishes in the flush of your cheeks, the shy smile turning up your lips, and he forgets for a moment that you’re both just playing a game. That this wasn’t real - that the words were just a way to pass time.

“Okay, my turn,” Taking a chance, and feeling a little daring, you scoot yourself closer to him. Your thigh brushes his as his arm lifts to make room, moving it to rest along on the back of your chair.

“What’s your name?” You ask, leaning into him as you glance up.

He’s looking at you, eyes a little unfocused, like he didn’t quite hear you. He blinks, clearing his throat, “What?”

“Your name,” You prompt. “I thought I’d need to know what I’ll be screaming later tonight.”

His brain feels like it’s short-circuiting, unable to wrap around the suggestive words, the images popping unbidden into his mind. You, spread out naked underneath him, his cock spearing into your hot, wet cunt - stroking that spot inside you until you’re shouting his name, tightening deliciously around his length as you cum.

It’s a blessing and a curse. He’s never been so turned on and so unsure in his life and for a moment, he has nothing to say. The man who always has a retort up his sleeve, completely struck dumb.

“You win, I cannot beat that,” Tech eventually manages, his voice coming out strained, his body stiffening next to yours.

You think you must have pushed too hard, gone a little too far, so you let the game drop, making a point to begin people-watching again.

Things were a little complicated between the two of you. There was a feeling, something electrical that hummed whenever you were near, something that made his heart and stomach twist into knots.

Part of him was sure you felt it too, and you had kissed him a few weeks ago, a rough clash of teeth and lips when he came back late from the mission, blood splattering his armor. He assumed it was purely an act of passion - a mistake, but Stars, he had enjoyed it. Then, the moment passed, and he was too nervous to bring it up, and the unanswered question of “what now?” had been festering in his guts ever since.

But maybe - maybe this was exactly what he needed.

“Everyone is here,” Tech’s voice is suddenly thoughtful, breaking the lull in conversation. “The Marauder is empty right now.”

“Did you think of another one?” Your head tilts, the side of your cheek brushing against his pauldron. “It’s not bad, but it needs a punchline.”

The arm around you tightens, and he clears his throat, gathering his courage.

“Not a line, a - a realization. And a proposition, if you will have me.” His thumb brushes the bare skin of your arm, making you shiver despite the heat.

“W-What’s the proposition?”

“You finish your drink, and then I take you back to the ship, and we can try out your last line. And any others you would like.”

Before he finishes his suggestion, you’re taking the rest of your glass like a shot, eyes bright as you pull him to his feet. His head tilts down as yours mirror his movements, and your lips meet, soft and warm, and just like he remembered. There’s a low groan in his throat when your teeth nip at his lower lip, and they part for you, letting your tongue sweep lazily against his.

He amends his previous opinion. Going out had been a good idea, after all. A very good idea. You break the kiss, your body pressing against his, fingers fisting in the fabric at his hips as you gaze up at him.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

It’s hours before his vode return to the ship - and in the meantime, he definitely makes good on his proposition.

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isaidonyourknees · 16 days ago

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playing pretend

Rex x F!Reader / Bi!Reader

word count: 4.2k

description: Rex is a good friend of yours, and any good friend would teach you how to flirt, right?

warnings: reader is bisexual, a few suggestive lines of dialogue/sexual innuendo, friends to lovers, that's it I think

a/n: I really went back and forth on whether to make the reader bi or not lmao. I suppose it could get less reads because of it but eh. at the end of the day I write for my own enjoyment, so here it is

You drummed your fingers unrhythmically on the table, watching your ‘target’, so to speak, from across the bar. You pursed your lips, brows drawn together in concentration as your mind worked something up.

“Are you-”

“I’m finding it” You cut off the clone Captain, holding your hand up as you continued watching the woman at the bar.

She was honestly gorgeous, you couldn't have possibly missed her when she walked in. Her hair falling to her jaw and hanging over her forehead and into her eyes, those big blue eyes…

Okay. Maybe you were getting a little ahead of yourself, you didn't even know the woman. But you wanted to know her, and that was enough.

“Nothing is going to happen if you just keep staring, you know” Rex informed you with a teasing grin, and you directed a lazy scowl in his direction.

“I'm aware, just give me a minute” You turned back to watch the woman once more.

She was now on her tiptoes, leaning over the bar a little to talk to the bartender, and you gulped, looking back to Rex. His expression was nothing short of amused, watching you fawn over this mystery woman and not having the guts to go and speak to her.

“You're really not helping right now” You grumbled, and he just grinned back at you, shrugging.

“I know, it's funnier just to watch”

“Some friend you are” You rolled your eyes, but there was no real animosity behind it.

You and Rex had been friends for a number of years, with you working as an engineer in the heart of the Republic. You didn't get to see him very often anymore, especially not with the war stretching the GAR so thin, so you cherished these moments you did get with him. You felt sort of bad, having gone to the bar to catch up with him and now having your eyes glued to someone else.

“I can't understand what the fuss is all about” Rex admitted as he took a swig of his drink.

“What? You must be joking” You laughed, “She's probably the most stunning person I've ever seen”

Rex scrunched his nose a little, a shrug in his shoulders, “Eh, not my type”

You blew out a long breath, shaking your head disapprovingly, “You're missing out then”

“Seems you'll be missing out too” He replied quickly, amusement dancing in his eyes.

You nudged his shoulder a little, “Once again, not helping”

You let your eyes wander back to the woman in question, who was somehow still alone, and now holding a drink. She was stood leaning her back against the bar, her eyes scanning the room as she swirled her drink with the straw provided.

You sighed, but it wasn't a dreamy sigh of admiration, it was shallow and exasperated. Rex frowned a little, the heavy breath audible even over the loud volume of the bar. He bit into his cheek a little before he spoke.

“What's actually stopping you from going over?” He asked, the sincerity in his voice surprising you.

You turned to look at him again, and found the look he was giving you to be all too inviting. You shifted in your seat a little, looking down to your lap and musing on how it was exactly that kind of look, from his eyes specifically, that made you so nervous to go and speak to the woman.

You had always secretly harboured some more-than-friendly feelings for the Captain, and had tried to make that known. After a while of trying, you presumed he was deliberately ignoring your advances in the hopes that you'd stop, so you did. Though it didn't stop the way your heart raced when his amber eyes met yours with such an intensity as they just had.

Truthfully, it was the complicated feelings that you had for the Captain that had shaken your confidence, and you found yourself unable to even try. Especially with him sat right there.

It was particularly odd. In every other aspect of your life, you were reasonably confident, or at least sure of yourself and your abilities. However when it came to the realm of romance, you had no such luck.

You couldn't tell Rex that it was your ridiculous crush on him that made you feel this way, you know he would blame himself and just keep apologising for ever shaking your self-worth. Though, it wasn't his fault, it was you.

You, ever the romantic, that loved far more easily and deeply than apparently anyone else.

“I'm just no good at… flirting, and… all that stuff” You admitted, your voice a little quieter than it had been the moment before.

Rex studied you carefully, his eyes scanning your suddenly nervous demeanour.

“That's bullshit”

Your gaze snapped back to him, your expression almost scandalised, “What?”

“You're so outgoing, there's no way” He argued, but you just shook your head at him.

“It's not just about being outgoing” You countered.

“Then what is it about?” He crossed his arms, leaning forward so that his elbows rested against the table.

You laughed airily, “I'm not sure, why don't you tell me?”

“You want flirting advice from me?” Rex smirked a little, one eyebrow lifted as his eyes bored into you.

“No, I-” You rolled your eyes once again, then came to a stop, “I guess that's not a bad idea actually”

Rex was a little bemused, you could see that much plain as day on his features. He bit into his lip a little, watching you with concentrated eyes for a moment.

“Alright, I'll give it a shot” He conceded, and you gave him a small grin.

“Okay then, where do we begin Master Rex?" You asked with a slight air of teasing.

“Please don't call me that” He huffed, shaking his head, “But I don't know, what's your usual approach?”

You should know. You couldn't stop yourself thinking it.

“Uh…” You thought for a moment. What was your usual approach? “I guess I try a compliment, and then if that lands, I… try and work whatever response they give into some kinda… story, a tidbit, an explanation, that sort of thing. To get talking or whatever”

“Right” Rex frowned for just a second before his expression returned to neutral. You almost thought you'd imagined it. “And that doesn't work?”

You huffed, “Well obviously not, if it hasn't got me anywhere yet”

Rex hummed thoughtfully, giving you an odd sort of look that you really couldn't place.

“What is it?” You asked. You were open enough with him that you could ask freely and you knew he'd give you an honest answer.

“Nothing” He dismissed it.

At least, you thought he'd give you an honest answer.

“Okay, why don't you try flirting with me and we can see where it's going wrong” He suggested, his regular demeanour returning.

You gave him your best disgusted look, “Flirt with you? No thanks”

He just rolled his eyes, “It's just pretend, come on”

“Pretend or not, it's still you” You pointed out, desperately trying to contest the way your body was reacting to the thought of actually flirting with Rex. Or more accurately, Rex flirting with you.

“Oh please, you should be so lucky” He pushed at your side a little, his face pulled into a teasing smile.

Oh, how right he was.

“Come on, humour me” He urged.

You sighed aggressively, giving in, “Fine”

The task was a lot easier said than done. What could you say to Rex that could go under the radar enough that he wouldn't realise you were actually interested in him? Your mind drew a blank.

But those eyes… the ones that drew you in like nothing else, they were just watching you, same as ever. Could you really compliment his eyes? Or would that be too much? Had you complimented his eyes all those moons ago when you had tried to gain his attention? You couldn't remember.

“Say Rex” You gave your best over-the-top voice, accompanying it with a sickly sweet smile, “Did you know, you have the most wonderful brown eyes?”

Rex chuckled at your ridiculousness, “Stop fooling around, come on, do it properly”

“Hey! How do you know that wasn't me doing it properly?” You acted offended, but Rex just gave you a pointed look and you huffed, “Fine, fine”

You knew what Rex was like, always too eager to help, so you put your ego aside for a moment and just gave in to letting him help you do this. You took a deep breath before beginning, mustering up a little courage.

“You know Rex…” You began, your tone regular with an extra hint of wonder, and leaning ever so slightly towards him, “I've never met anyone with eyes quite as beautiful as yours”

It was said in such earnest, almost wistfully, that Rex actually seemed a little startled. He quickly recovered though, and leant in a fraction himself, continuing the simulation.

“That right?” He hummed, looking at you down his nose a little, “You can't have met very many people in your life then”

You frowned, though your lips indicated a small smirk, “Don't sell yourself short Captain, It's true!” You insisted, “They're very captivating. Some might say they were brown, though I might say they were more amber than anything, and-” You leaned in even closer, your eyes narrowing a fraction as they looked into his, “That's right, there's a little bit of gold in there too”

Rex was thoroughly captivated. He wondered how you could say you were bad at flirting when you had him absolutely wrapped around your finger in only two lines. Not only was it your words, but it was everything else too. Everything about you. Your presence enveloping him, your face so close to his, your eyes searching his so deeply, inspecting him in a way that made him feel alive rather than scrutinised. It was enough to make him weak in the knees, so he was thankful for being sat down.

“I think you're just saying that” He spoke lowly, giving you a chance to back down, to take it back.

You shook your head resolutely, your smirk blooming, “I'm not a liar if that's what you're accusing me of”

“I wasn't-” Rex's voice was taken from him at the feel of your hand resting atop his thigh. He had armour on, of course, but had he known you were going to do that, he would have dressed down in civvies this evening. Even the light weight of your hand, the knowledge that it was there, was all that was needed to send his heart into overdrive.

“What was that, Captain?” You teased.

He gave you a look of warning, though it wasn't anywhere near as serious as he was pretending.

“Loth-cat got your tongue?” You purred, your eyes flicking down to his lips and back up again.

Rex was being driven insane. He tried to remind himself that you were just pretending, in a little game that he had suggested, no less, but that was doing little to quell the desire he felt for you.

“You know, if that loth-cat could be so kind as to give it back, I'm sure we could find another use for it” You spoke quietly, your gaze intense as you said the most daring line yet.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, the alcohol in your system having loosened your lips, but your nerves were far from durasteel. You realised how close you had really got to him then, your leg pressed into his as your hand rested on his thigh, your mouth maybe an inch from his.

Rex spoke your name in a low tone. It sounded breathless, but like some sort of warning nonetheless. You maintained your composure as you drew away from him, as if to act like nothing was wrong, like you hadn't crossed a line.

“So, how'd I do?” You asked nonchalantly. You could feel your cheeks burning, so far from feeling calm and relaxed like you tried to appear.

Rex took a moment to come back to himself. He had been so completely lost in the moment, and though he kept trying to remind himself, he had forgotten it was supposedly all to help you learn how to flirt. His heart ached a little at the full realisation of that fact.

“Uh-” Rex cleared his throat, “Yeah, that was good”

“Any pointers?”

“Nope” Rex said, a little too quickly, and looked towards the bar, “You should get going if you want to catch her alone”

You brows drew together in confusion for a second, then you followed his line of sight to the woman, who still stood at the bar. Suddenly the prospect didn't seem as exciting.

“Right, yeah” You struggled to get a smile back onto your face, and you were sure it must've looked more like a grimace. “Wish me luck” You added, slinking out from the booth you both inhabited.

You didn't wait for his reply, you were honestly too mortified by the whole ordeal. Maker, what were you thinking? At least now speaking to this woman wouldn't be the scariest thing you did this evening.

Rex watched you walk up to the woman with the utmost confidence and begin talking to her as if it was the easiest thing in the world. He couldn't help the twist of jealousy in his gut as she seemed to respond to your advances, and the two of you settled into a conversation. Though soon enough, the woman looked towards him and pointed, which made you turn and look at him. He had no idea what was going on, but luckily you trudged back to the table to let him know shortly thereafter.

“She wasn't into girls” You grumbled, slouching back into the booth.

“Ah, I'm sorry about that” Rex said as honestly as he could. He meant it, in certain ways. He couldn't imagine what it would feel like to be rejected for that reason, so he did feel for you, but he would be lying to say he was sad that you stopped flirting with someone else.

Rex desperately wanted all of your attention on him again, the way he did just minutes ago. You were almost as close as you had been before, your knee almost touching his, but it wasn't enough.

“Eh, it's fine. She was nice about it at least” You shrugged. “She was pretty interested in you though” You added with a small smirk, looking over at Rex to gauge his reaction.

“Oh” He seemed a little surprised, “Really?”

You nodded, “I think she wanted you to go over”

“Uh…” Rex frowned a little, his eyes flicking towards the woman and back to you, “I'm good. It's like I said, not my type”

“If you say so” You rolled your eyes a little, “What even is your type then?”

Rex gave you a weary look, a small smile blooming, “I'm gonna keep that to myself”

“Why? You have a thing for Wookiees or something?” You teased with a grin.

Then it was Rex's turn to roll his eyes, “I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer”

“I'm going to believe it until you give me a different answer” You crossed your arms, a smirk taunting him.

Rex just watched you for a moment, weighing in his mind how bad it would really be to just come out and confess to the way he truly felt about you. In some ways, even if you didn’t feel the same way, it would feel better to just get it off his chest. Then he could maybe stop thinking about you when it served him well not to. Like in the middle of missions. That was really quite irritating.

He settled on, “I think my type is women who don’t want me”

“Yeah, you and me both” You laughed, and Rex just gave an apologetic look which you ignored, “But something tells me you're lying”

“Lying about what?”

“That women don’t want you” You said as if it was obvious.

Rex gave you a strange look, “It's really that hard to believe?”

“Yeah, I mean-” You hesitated, and you couldn't help but think it would've been less obvious to just say it confidently, “You're a nice guy, and you're good looking, what's not to like, right?”

“I'm good looking?” Rex repeated, one of his eyebrows raised.

“Alright, I said it once, don't make me say it again” You rolled your eyes to brush off the question, “Anyway, who's this girl that doesn't like you back then?”

Rex huffed, looking away from you and tracing his finger around the top of his cup, “No one, you wouldn't know her”

Your heart sunk a little, despite Rex's assertion that this woman didn't return his affections.

“Alright well why are you under the impression that she doesn’t like you?” You asked, leaning forwards onto your elbows.

“Um…” Rex tried to think of a good reason, “I'm not sure, we're good friends so it's kinda tough”

“Well have you ever actually expressed that kind of interest in her?”

Rex cast a glance over at you, “No, not exactly”

You let out a short disbelieving laugh, “Well why not? How can you expect her to know you like her if you don't even show it”

Hearing those words coming straight from your mouth only drove home how stupid he was coming to realise his actions had been.

“I'm not sure, I don’t know what I could say at this point” He shrugged, looking back into his almost empty cup.

You rolled your eyes once more, “You could just tell her you like her”

“It's not that easy” Rex sighed. It was strangely therapeutic to actually talk about it, but it was definitely a little strange to be talking to you about it.

“Why not?”

Rex didn't reply, and you watched him with interest as he chewed on his bottom lip, his finger tracing his cup again. He looked particularly deep in thought.

“Okay well, what could you say then?” You changed your approach.

“I don't know” Rex huffed and looked up at you with some kind of thoughtful expression, “Maybe you could help”

You frowned a little, “But I don't know her…?”

“Right, but…” Rex paused, “If it was you, and someone was trying to show you that they liked you, what would be good to say, or do”

“Um…” You took a moment to look away and think.

Rex took note of the look of concentration on your face and his heart swelled a little, touched that you were taking this so seriously.

“I suppose… Maybe you'd want to get a little more physically intimate with them? you can kinda test the waters that way” You said, “Nothing crazy, just some quick touches, gets them thinking about it you know? If they respond positively to that then maybe try some more lingering touches”

“Ok, got it” He said assuredly, and, following your instructions, reached over and pushed some of your hair off of your face and behind your ear.

He could hear your breath catch in your throat, and fought to keep the smirk from his face. Your eyes widened a little, and he silently took great satisfaction in it. It seemed that you had responded positively to it, which boded well, according to you.

“What then?” Rex asked, keeping his tone light and acting clueless.

“Um, then…” You began slightly nervously, “I suppose you could give them some little compliments every now and then, or observations you make about them, to show you pay attention to the small things”

“You give really good advice, you know that?” Rex asserted, leaning his head into his hand and looking at you intently.

You were absolutely frozen. Was he meaning to do this? Or was it somehow just coincidence that he seemed to be following your instructions.

“Go on” He urged, moving his leg so that his knee rested against yours, “What after that?”

You took a shallow breath, “Maybe you could… try to spend some more time with them just one-on-one, or just try to be around them more. You know, give them your full attention. If you're friends already that shouldn't be too hard”

“Okay, I can do that” Rex said in reply.

He slung his arm over the back of the booth, now facing you and locking you into his gaze. It was electrifying, and the concentrated and adoring look in his eyes was something you could definitely get used to.

“What next?” He reminded you to continue.

“Uh, I- I'm not sure, maybe something will happen in that time” You shrugged, finding it hard to maintain eye contact with him.

Rex hummed thoughtfully, and placed his hand gently on your knee, lightly tracing his thumb over your skin, “What might happen?”

There was no way this was coincidence.

“Whatever you want” You murmured without giving it much prior thought, causing Rex's eyebrows to raise.

“Is that right?” He asked in a low voice, almost asking for confirmation that you understood it was you that he was interested in, that he was getting you to help in winning over yourself.

You nodded, not speaking for fear that it would just be an undignified squeak.

“Well, if that's the case…” He spoke with a smirk.

He then slowly slid his hand up your outer thigh, his eyes still locked with yours, and he pulled you towards him and onto his lap so that you were straddling his legs. Your breath had been stolen from you, and you let your hands rest against Rex’s chest as you looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Is this okay?” He asked quietly, his hands resting on your hips as he made sure.

“More than” You confirmed breathlessly, and his lips quirked into a half-smile, half-smirk.

“Good” He whispered, brushing his nose against yours, “Because I think this is a little overdue”

The feel of his lips against yours far superseded anything you had ever imagined, and it was something that you had thought about a lot. Though now, with it actually happening, your mind was empty, drained of thoughts and letting him take over everything.

His lips captured yours with a passion that had been long held back, and it was clear that he was done being secretive about it. He needed you to know just how long he had wanted this, how much he desired you. His hands held you hips firmly, fighting the urge to pull you into him further as you snaked your hand around his neck and deepened the kiss. You ran your fingernails gently down the back of his neck, and he shivered in response, his grip on you tightening.

When you pulled back, you rested your forehead against his to regain the breath that had been so fervidly taken from you. When you opened your eyes and met his, you both started to laugh. It was almost too good to be true, and equally baffling that it was happening, after being just friends for so many years.

Rex grinned at you, shrugging a shoulder, “Like I said, a bit overdue”

“I'd say more than a bit” You argued with a wide smile.

Rex chuckled, “I mean, I have been waiting years, so yeah. More than a bit”

You rolled your eyes affectionately, pushing his shoulder a little, “Why didn't you say anything?”

“Why didn’t you?” He challenged.

You pursed your lips, “Hm. Touché”

“Doesn't matter now” Rex said in a murmur, and brought his lips to yours once more.

This kiss was much more reserved. Ardent but quick, an evident deep affection being shared. You missed the feeling of it immediately, chasing after his lips when he pulled away.

“Hey now, no need to be so eager” Rex chuckled teasingly.

You gave him a mock frown and a small irritated whine, and he laughed again.

“All in good time Mesh'la” He spoke smoothly, one hand coming to rest against your cheek, “Why don't we get out of here? We could even test out some of those other uses for my tongue”

Your eyes widened, remembering your earlier words, and then a small victorious smirk wound its way onto your face, “I think that sounds like a good idea”

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