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disastercyborgecho · 4 months ago

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The End.

These are my final prompts for @summer-of-bad-batch

Excerpt:

'The era of the clone trooper was dying a quiet death.

I used this last piece to try and explore, from the perspective of my favorite character, much of my own struggles, which is part of the reason I became so attached to him in the first place. The Bad Batch are essentially Echo's second chance at life, but more importantly, they keep giving him more chances. They are such a perfect example of how important finding joy within struggle is, and they remind me why I love Star Wars so much in the first place. Because really, in the end, the point of Star Wars is to have hope. In the face of everything, hope is our greatest weapon.

Anyway I hope you enjoy, this piece is very dear to my heart

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Prompt: “Stop touching me!�� // “I’m not touching you!”

Prompt: Crashing Hard

Prompt: Light in the Darkness

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I did my job, I paid my dues, Love is for fools (Because nobody gives a F*ck)

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Echo never realized how much he was terrified of change until he found himself on a beach on Pabu watching the waves crash over the sand near his mechanical feet, Rex leaning a heavy shoulder onto his own. They had not spoken for several minutes now, and the silence was heavy in Echo’s throat.

It had all started when Rex had suggested they take a break from the endless violence and suffocating despair of their tiny freedom movement for their brothers. Echo had fallen asleep over his datapad again, trying to figure out a way to save just a little more of their kin because it felt like they would never catch up to the endless death, the endless decommissioning of their brothers as though they were just reactive pets. It was a spiral that repeated in Echo’s head every moment he had to think.

Rex had shaken him awake, the ship smoothly falling out of hyperspace as Echo had startled and flinched back into reality. His dreams were stained red now, and he always felt exhausted when he woke up.

“How much time?” He asked Rex.

Rex shifted a little, his hand still on Echo’s shoulder, and he glanced out at the stars and the approaching planet, where they were attempting to pick up more of their brothers abandoned with little to no resources, starving slowly for a New Empire.

“Few more minutes before landfall,” Rex said. He sounded just as tired as Echo.

The mission went on without a hitch. It still hurt.

Physically, Echo was slower now, he knew it. His body broke down faster and faster, the mechanics popping and clicking at the joins and his already unsteady immune system cracking further and further. Even the slow and steady process of loading up cargo from the base they were quietly dismantling made Echo sweat heavily through his layers of clothing and armor. But he never minded pushing past chronic pain and rasping breath when it mattered. No, what really weighed down the ex-ARC was the hollow faces of their newest rescues.

The boys didn’t put up a fight. They rarely did anymore. Early on in the clone rebellion, many of their brothers still believed in the rhetoric of the Empire and the Cause. Were ready to die for it. But now, they had all been abandoned. It was cheaper for the Empire, lacking the Kaminoan facilities to actively decommission large amounts of clone troopers (and whose fault was that), to simply post clone troopers at far-away bases and planets that were barely in the grasp of the Empire, and then simply forgetting about them. If the clones were lucky, rations would be sent every other month or so, but as time dragged on, more and more of them were not. There was less battle now, less blood and violence, for Rex and his rebellion to rescue their brothers. Now it was just fighting the passing of time. Every new face Echo saw was empty from loneliness and starvation and the general emptiness of someone who’s had their purpose stripped away from them with no explanation or warning. He could only imagine the thousands more that would never find a new community within the family Rex was doing his best to collect.

The era of the clone trooper was dying a quiet death.

Now, on the beach, Echo thinks that he might have been dying a quiet death too. A somber march towards the end full of rusting metal and clammy skin in solidarity with every single brother who would die in an empty base with an empty stomach and an empty heart. Echo thinks that Rex might have been able to see it, in the bags under his eyes that matched Rex’s own. In the names of those they couldn’t quite save, carefully scratched into the back of Echo’s datapad. Numbers for those that they never learned the names of. For those who never even got a name in the first place.

Echo fisted the sand in his hand aggressively and looked away from his brother and once, a long time ago, his commanding officer. He didn’t deserve this. Not with so much to still do. So many to still save. Rex laid a hand on his shoulder. It was calloused from holding a blaster and starting to wrinkle and stain from sun damage. It was familiar. Echo leaned into it despite the anger boiling in his stomach.

Because Rex had asked him to leave.

He had taken Echo to Pabu with a suggestion of a break, and then sitting him down on the beach while Omega dragged Hunter and Wrecker further down the shoreline to search for shells, he had turned to look at his younger brother, and in a soft voice, suggested that he stay on Pabu. Permanently.

“We’re getting old, Echo. The work will never be done. But after all of this, after everything you’ve done, don’t you think you deserve the rest? You have a family here. People who love and miss you. People to grow old alongside of.”

Echo wanted to tell Rex that he was his family, but a familiar feeling of being sliced right down the middle choked him up. It felt like the moment where he had stood at the entrance of the Havoc Marauder for the first time, staring out at a group of people he would die for, had died for, knowing that he could never go back to them. That his place was with these strangers who had shown more acceptance of his new body than those he shared a face with. Than those he had shared everything with. Echo didn’t say anything.

Rex took it as disagreement because he knew Echo so well, and he shook his head.

“Look vod’ika, this isn’t any easier for me than it must be for you. I just, I want better for you. You deserve better. You deserve to find a life, even for just a few more years, outside of, of this.” Rex gestured at himself, at his battered armor, and the dark lines under his eyes, and Echo wanted to punch him. Because Rex was everything, and the work they did together was everything, and couldn’t Rex see that underneath it all, Echo was nothing?

And Echo was terrified that underneath it all, he really was nothing.

“There’s, there’s more to do, Rex,” he answered instead. “There’s always more to do.”

He tried to pretend that he didn’t sound defeated as he said it.

He tried to pretend that he didn’t already know how this was going to go.

That for the second time in his life, he was going to have to split his heart in two, standing in a doorway of somewhere that was strange and unfamiliar, watching his family leave him behind because for the second time in his life, he wasn’t enough.

Echo didn’t know if there were any parts of his heart left to pick apart. So he stayed silent, and refused to look at Rex, and tried not to cry. It felt wrong in a place as beautiful as this, the sunset starting fires on the palm fronds and the water in bright oranges and reds, dancing along the horizon in a joyful celebration of another day gone.

“Please, vod’ika,” Rex whispered, his hand still on Echo’s shoulder. “Please look at me, please say something.”

Echo could only watch the sun slip away and gasp around his lungs turning to stone.

Empty.

“Breath, ori’vod,” Crosshair unceremoniously dropped into the sand on Echo’s other side. He had been sitting a ways away with a book, watching Omega, Hunter, and Wrecker, but Echo hadn’t even noticed him move. He didn’t touch Echo, didn’t worm his way into the spaces Echo had carved out and left empty in case someone needed a place to rest. That wasn’t their way, it never had been. Echo appreciated it. It was just as familiar as the callouses on Rex’s hands, but right now, it felt safer. He took a deep breath.

“I…” He stopped. Took another breath. Started again. “I don’t have anything left.”

Leaning back, Echo let the last little moments of sun warm his face, closing his eyes to the onslaught of emotions tangled up inside him. His brothers were silent, letting him untangle the knots one by one. Out of anyone, Rex and Crosshair both knew how much it took to tug on those strings, not knowing what would happen when they were straightened out. What would be left. Echo continued.

“I know that it’s time to let go. I get it. I’m slowing down, I’m not as… as useful. But do I really deserve this? There’s still so many brothers left behind, and how can I–How can I call them my brothers if I give up on them? If I stay here, and, and what? Retire? I’m drowning on dry land and it feels like no one in the entire galaxy cares about us, about anyone else at all, and what am I supposed to do about it? There’s so much death and we know exactly who’s responsible, but all we can do is just sit here and be angry, and I have been angry for so long now. I don’t know how much longer I can do it. But if that’s the only thing I can do? Then what right do I have to stop? What right do I have to rest?”

It was Rex’s turn to stay silent. Echo swiped away the tears that were running down his cheeks, cold against the sunburnt skin. He didn’t expect an answer. But Crosshair had never been great about keeping his mouth shut.

“I spent a long time being angry.” Crosshair began. He was running his fingers along the spine of his cracked novel, something about romance that he wouldn’t admit to enjoying.

“I spent so much time being angry, that I forgot why it was important that I was at all. I spent so much time hating you all, hating that I had been left behind, that I forgot why it was important that I was angry in the first place.”

“Why was that?” Echo asked, softly.

Crosshair finally looked at him, smile lines only just starting to form around his eyes and mouth. His eyes were burning, staring straight at Echo, as if he was trying to silently whisper ‘I see you, I see you, I see you’ with every second.

“Because I loved you. You’re my family.”

And in a heartbeat, Echo got it.

Down the shore, Omega squealed as she was lifted up by Wrecker as he cackled. He tossed her into the air and she lifted her arms up, curls whipping in the breeze as she looked as though she was flying, if just for a moment, before landing safely back in Wrecker’s arms. Squirming away as he began to tickle her, laughter bounced down the beach and Hunter joined in the playful teasing.

“Stop! Haha, stop!” Omega cackled. “Stop touching me!”

The whole time she was wiggling in joy, which kind of ruined the admonishment, a grin plastered on her face. Hunter and Wrecker’s expressions mirrored her, and Wrecker scooped her up again.

“I’m not touching you!” And he tossed her into the air once again.

Omega’s excited howl was heard easily by the three other men on the beach, and none of them could resist cracking a smile at her exuberance.

“Sometimes,” Rex said, “The hardest thing we can do in the face of tyranny, is to laugh.”

Crosshair nodded, and he turned to Echo one more time, finding his eyes one more time to make sure his brother truly understood.

“You are allowed to enjoy this. You are allowed to experience happiness, when it is something that they have tried so hard to keep from us.”

Finally, he leaned into Echo, Rex taking up his other side, holding their brother securely between them. And Echo collapsed. His body shook from the terror and the rage that had been coiled up in him for so long with nowhere to go. He mourned the loss of countless of his family, thousands that he never got to know. He mourned his own body, and what time had taken from him that he would never get back. But he also shook from the sheer unadulterated hope that flooded through him. Because he was still here, and he had a family who loved him unconditionally, and none of them had ever thought that this was a future any of them would ever see.

Crosshair pulled him into a keldabe and held him there firmly. Rex had his hand on Echo’s back, the other gripping the back of his neck. Omega's laughter danced with Hunter’s and Wrecker’s as they chased each other along the sands of their home.

“You’re allowed to live, Echo,” Crosshair whispered. “We all are.”

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AO3

I can't believe I managed to finish every single prompt. It was often a challenge, but I'm actually really proud of the work I've done for this. If you'll allow me to be sappy for a moment, this was really my first foray into this community, and I am so glad that I'm here. It has been the most accepting, creative, and kind group of people that I've ever had the pleasure of talking to.

Thank you.

The song 'Lithonia' is paired with this because I found it held the two themes in this well. When you listen at first, it is the anger at loss and apathy and the meaninglessness in life. But as you read, perhaps listen to it again. Perhaps this time, it can be the freedom of knowing that it doesn't matter. And because it doesn't matter, you are free to exist in any way that brings you joy and peace.

#star wars #clone wars #clone troopers #bad batch #clone force 99 #the bad batch #arc trooper echo #echo #ct 1409 #cryptids writing #summerofbadbatch2024 #tbb crosshair #the bad batch crosshair #clone trooper crosshair #clone trooper rex #commander rex #captain rex #Spotify

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yoitsjay · 5 months ago

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Brothers, Friends And More pt. 2

Pairings: Crosshair x Fem! Reader

Summary: it's been a few years, and your next journey takes you back to Pabu... and this time maybe you'll stay.

Warnings: fluffy fluff fluff.

Word count: 1,297

You stood at the bottom of the ramp leading up your ship, Crosshair in front of you holding your hands tightly with his metal and left hand.

“I wish you didn’t want to go.” He said quietly, hoping that maybe he could try to convince you one last time that you should stay with him on Pabu. You let out a sigh, and brought his left hand upwards, pressing a kiss to the palm of his hand as you stepped towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You know I need to do this Cross, helping the clones out of the Empire’s grip… They need me.” You whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips before pulling away. Crosshair chased you, capturing your lips in another kiss before sighing and pulling away, letting his arms fall down to his sides as you pulled away.

“I’ll always contact you every day when I can, and when Echo comes to visit I will too.” You started softly. Crosshair frowned but nodded and stepped away. He didn’t want to say anything to dishearten you, so he didn’t say anything at all.

“Goodbye doll.” He muttered, but you shook your head.

“Not goodbye, daring. Just… see you later.”

It had been maybe two years since you joined Rex and Echo with their rebellion, you helped save many clones from their fate with the Empire. You used to contact Crosshair every day but it had gotten scarce the busier you got.

Rex could tell you were stressed.

Echo found you crying one night, from nightmares, and then from knowing that Crosshair wasn't here to be that comfort you needed.

So Echo told Rex you needed a break, and Rex was more than happy to give it. When you had asked about your next mission he said he would give you the coords and the details would be with the informant. So you were going in blind, but went anyway.

It was a surprise to you when you jumped out of hyperspace and appeared in front of Pabu, you teared up as you flew into the atmosphere, then to the top landing pad.

Hunter was already waiting there, he had been so devious in his planning with Rex, wanting to surprise both Crosshair and you.

You stepped out from your ship and you greeted him with a smile, hugging him tightly. “Hunter! It's been too long. Is everything okay?” You asked him, and he nodded with a grin.

“Yes i'm fine, its Crosshair-”

“What about Cross? Is he okay? Did something happen? Is he hurt?” You asked, your smile turning down as concern laced your features. Hunter just chuckled, and gestured for you to follow him as he led you through the markets and to a different home than you last saw. But you noticed strung up lights, and as he took you out to the balcony with a dinner table you grinned.

Hanging on the canopy was a tapestry that said “Welcome Back Home Y/n!” and some of your favorite foods that you’ve tried from your travels were spread out on the dinner table. Wrecker and Omega were there, and she was so much taller already despite only being sixteen. her hair was longer, and she looked so happy.

You greeted her and hugged her tightly, doing the same to wrecker who had a bit of a beard growing despite the scarring on the half of his face. But looking around you saw no sign of Crosshair. And you frowned.

Hunter walked up to you, placing a hand on your shoulder as he handed you a drink. “Don’t worry, he’ll be here.” Hunter said, and you nodded, muttering a thank you to him as you walked to the edge of the balcony.

Here you were, wearing your armor while everyone else was in civilian clothes, but Omega had run off, only to return with a beautiful creamy white sundress that looked to be your size too. “You can change in my room and leave your armor in there! go go! you're on vacation after all.” She giggled, pushing you inside and towards her bedroom.

So that was the trick, Rex sent you here to relax, for a week he had told you. Probably much needed…

You got changed, feeling… odd in a dress but you admittedly felt good in it too. You let your hair down to fall naturally over your shoulders, stealing a comb to brush out some of the kinks. You then walked back outside, wearing sandals with your sundress instead of the boots you wore. Wrecker whistled, and you laughed in appreciation, talking with Omega with your drink in hand.

She told you all about her life the past two years, how she and her friend Layanna have been fishing and training with each other. You were glad she still had that same fighting spirit.

Hunter walked down to the beach, knowing that’s where his brother spent most of his time now. “Crosshair.” Hunter greeted, seeing the taller man turn his head in acknowledgement before looking back out at the water. “Who’s ship flew in?” Crosshair asked as Hunter took a seat beside him. “Someone very special.” Hunter replied, smirking at his brother who just sighed.

“Another girlfriend of yours?” He asked teasingly but Hunter just rolled his eyes. “No, but we're having a big party, come on.” He beckoned, standing up and offering the man his hand. Crosshair looked at Hunter reluctantly, grabbing his hand after a few moments as he pulled himself up.

“So who is this person then? Is it Rex or Echo?” Crosshair asked, following his brother up the steps. “Not telling you, you’ll just have to wait and see.” He stated, and once again Crosshair rolled his eyes, but stopped asking questions.

Hunter led him through the home until they reached the back where the party was. Crosshair scanned the area, his attention snapping to the east as he heard a warm, happy laugh…

His eyes widened.

There you were, practically shining as you talked with Shep and Wrecker, hand on your hip and drink in your hand. You were glowing under the setting sun, and Crosshair had never felt so speechless.

You were even more gorgeous than the day you said see you later.

Eventually you turned your head, and you nearly dropped your drink when you caught his gaze. You both stared at each other for a moment before you muttered something to help and set your drink down, walking over to Crosshair.

“hey.” You greeted softly, Crosshair opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn’t find his words. You chuckled, gently reaching for his hand. He grabbed onto yours immediately, pulling you into the house and away from prying eyes before he kissed you, passionately and desperately.

“I missed you.”

He whispered, his voice would have cracked if he spoke any louder, and he was holding you so softly. You smiled, and pecked him on the lips once more.

“I missed you too Cross, I'm sorry ive been gone so long.” You whispered softly, however he shook his head. “No, it's an okay doll, I understand.” He muttered, hugging you tightly against him.

You smiled, gently cupping his cheeks in your hands as you both just stood there for a moment. “Please don’t leave me again, cyare.” He then pleaded, and you frowned. You knew you had to go again soon, but you didn’t want to leave either.

You bit your lip.

You saved many clones the past two years…

“Okay Cross… I'll stay.” You muttered. You were sure Rex would understand, and if he needed some extra hands he could always call.

But you could call Pabu your permanent home… as long as Cross was by your side.

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Tag list:

Crosshair:

@nyctophobiart

Tbb:

@moomoog017 @only-my-unexistent-fiances

#fanfiction #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb echo #tbb omega #star wars the bad batch #the bad batch #crosshair x fem!reader #crosshair x reader

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ahsokathegray · 10 months ago

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Fruitful, Fruitless

Pairing: Rexsoka

Prompt: Rexsoka Monthly Feb. ‘24 - Give Me a Reason

Summary: The tension between spring and summer permeates the air of Pabu, breathing softly against the ocean, fresh fruit, and the tender lips of two lovers. But even on the most blissful days, the cold snap of tragedy can bite back.

Tags: 18+ smut, language, established relationship, whump, allergic reaction, gardener!rex, sex and fruit don't mix, or do they?, pwp

Word Count: 8,075

A/N: written for my friend @whyamismall as part of febuwhump! (@rexsoka-monthly)

read on ao3! / masterlist

It wasn’t quite summer just yet. The air blew warm now but the ocean was as icy as ever. If a cloud happened to pass overhead, creating shade from the sun, a small chill would still skirt across one’s skin.

Ahsoka had never fretted over clothing options before and she found herself shuddering over her past choices as she currently debated between her coveralls or a sundress.

It was the opening day for Pabu’s summer garden market. She’d be there supporting Rex. Naturally, the sundress won, even if it meant a brisk breeze every now and then up the light marital.

Caf was already prepared when she made her way into the kitchen, the aroma of the ground beans wafting through the air. Her favorite mug sat waiting for her on the counter, steam dancing above it. Ahsoka smiled and opened a window; the various scents of flowers and the salt of the ocean wafted in, mixing with the smell of homemade caf.

Store bought caf could never rival the rich flavor that Rex’s had. Something truly was magical about it, whether it was because it was being grown in their back garden or perhaps just by Rex’s hand specifically. She’d maintain that it was him that made it so special.

It was a surprise to them and the Batch that he had turned out to have such a green thumb. After years of violence, he could finally lose himself in something soft.

He’d probably argue with her now though that gardening wasn’t the only soft thing that he was losing himself in.

Ahsoka savored her morning caf and forced herself not to leave the shared home too early, giving Rex time to settle in and acclimate to a rhythm. Showing up at the market too soon might throw him off his game.

Large butterfly wings tickled her insides as she grabbed her woven basket a while later. She then adjusted her braided headdress and exited through the door. It was a gorgeous day. The musical sounds of laughter, music, and waves licking at the beach filled her montrals. Not a single cloud dotted the sky. Ahsoka exhaled and grinned to herself. There couldn’t have been more perfect conditions for the market’s opening day.

She had to stop herself from walking up to the festivities so swiftly, neither Rex nor it was going anywhere anytime soon.

Troves of people filled the square when she arrived, milling about under colorful canopies, tents, and decorated stalls. A hefty portion of Pabu’s inhabitants had to be up here. She laughed, thinking how Wrecker would be none too pleased that he was missing this. He and the Batch had been gone for two weeks and were scheduled to return home later in the evening.

Perhaps she should’ve crafted a larger basket to account for so many mouths to feed.

It was because of Wrecker specifically that Ahsoka was thankful to have some time without the boys every now and then. Their stock of food was always running low, so a few weeks with full cabinets had been nice. It was also partly due to Wrecker that Rex decided to take up gardening. Credits were in short supply, they had seven people in the house, and he said he needed something else to keep his hands busy.

He could only clean his blaster so often.

His fruits and vegetables were impeccable in both growth and flavor. He couldn’t plant or harvest them fast enough, as the Batch and a growing Omega seemed to inhale them. Rex had been particularly excited for Ahsoka to try his avedame fruit, but they’d been devoured so quickly that she hadn't had the chance. The next time they sprouted from soil, he had personally brought a bowl of them to her room — already washed and ready for eating.

It was the best thing she’d ever put in her mouth. He told her to just wait, as he’d set more of the fruit aside to ferment into avedame wine.

After that, Rex tripled his efforts and wound up with a surplus of produce. He’d gift it to the neighbors until other islanders were knocking at the door requesting them and even offering a generous amount of credits.

Hosting a stall at the summer market was the solution. Pabu’s mayor, Shep Hazard, had even started it a month earlier than years past due to high demand.

Ahsoka stood on her tiptoes to look over the heads of the market goers, trying to see if she could spot a certain blue decorated stall. She had no such luck in finding it so she set off, starting from one end and making her way around.

A second basket was added to her other forearm before long, carrying all sorts of goods but mostly food. A new throw blanket was placed on the bottom — Omega’s tooka had claimed her old one, various breads sat atop that, and several spices were tucked amongst the loaves. In the other basket, she had fresh fruits and vegetables that Rex did not already cultivate in their back garden. A third basket was looking to be a real possibility soon.

She meandered along the stalls, conversing with acquaintances and nurturing potential new friendships. Phee Genoa waved her down and placed some found blue jewels into her headdress while Lyana slipped a handmade bracelet over her wrist. Both of them ushered her to their own stall of jams and cheeses, stuffing them into her mouth and baskets alike.

Lyana also had a small jewelry section at the stall, which she proudly displayed her and Omega’s joint creations. The credits made would be split between the girls. Ahsoka bought another bracelet even though she had already been given one as a gift.

Phee was quick to rescue her and walked them back to a stall that Ahsoka had purposely skipped over just earlier. “Now, are you going to tell me why you passed this one?” the woman asked, smirking. “Or am I gonna have to get it out of you? You turned a shade of orange I didn’t even know existed.”

Ahsoka flushed deeply, displaying again the shade of orange that Phee mentioned. “You saw that?”

The older woman crossed her arms and stopped before they reached said stall. “It’s the pretty one, isn’t it? The blonde. How long has it been going on?” She wore a proud smirk, taking great pleasure in the face Ahsoka made at the mention of Rex.

A cool breeze ruffled Ahsoka’s dress and she was thankful that it relieved her full bodied blush. She swallowed thickly and averted her eyes from the stall filled with lacy little things.

“It’s difficult to say exactly,” Ahsoka revealed, looking around for the other party of which this conversation was concerned. “But when the boys left recently, it just—”

“Oh, I see. They don’t know about this little thing going on between you two, do they?”

“No, they don’t.”

“And the kid?” Phee cocked an eyebrow.

Ahsoka took a breath, “I think she suspects.”

The woman laughed in triumph, “I figured as much. There’s not a lot that gets by that one.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Ahsoka said. “But nothing really… happened until the night they left.”

A knowing smile was directed towards her. She knew exactly what that meant. “Well, you want my advice?” Phee’s expression turned somehow more smug and she gave one more nod towards the intimidating little booth. “You’ve got a few more hours until they’re back. I’d be making the most of my time.”

This was perhaps the most bizarre… yet oddly validating conversation Ahsoka had ever had. Her face must’ve said it too, as Phee placed a maternal hand to her shoulder and smiled, “Just an old woman’s rambling.”

With that, she disappeared back into the crowd to find wherever Lyana had run off to.

Ahsoka stood in the middle of the market with her baskets hanging low. That was maybe her third conversation with Phee total and the woman had already observed that much. Surely, before today she had an inkling or two about her and Rex. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been so… direct. The woman’s advice wasn’t solicited, but not entirely unwelcome either. Ahsoka glanced at the discreet little stall again and her heart rate increased as she actually considered stopping at it this time. Would it be too forward too soon? It had only been two weeks that she and Rex had been phsyic—

“No, you have to come to this guy’s booth. He has the best avedames you’ll ever eat. I’m not kidding,” an enthusiastic Rodian girl told her friend.

Without another look at the little black stall, Ahsoka turned and hurried to follow them, weaving in and out of smaller crowds. Soon, she found that she was at the back of a sizable line. A grin consumed her face when she saw him, placing large orders into bags and chatting excitedly with people. The majority of his stall had been cleared of goods. He’d nearly sold out of everything she’d helped him load up the night before.

Her smile did not diminish a bit as she inched closer in the line. If anything, her face started to ache with the sheer amount of happiness lifting her cheeks. Rex had managed to do it all without help. A small amount of guilt dug a hole in her chest as she found herself wishing she’d come sooner. He might’ve let her bag items or restock what he’d sold.

In no time, she was the next customer in line. Rex was tidying his space and had yet to look up. “Welcome! How can I help you this morn—” his words failed him as he turned and saw who exactly his waiting customer was. That endearing half smile spread over his pretty lips. “Hi. I don’t believe we’ve met, Miss…”

Ahsoka giggled to herself and played along, “Ashla Tano. And you are?”

He pointed to the sign she’d helped paint that hung over his stall. “Rex. It’s an immense pleasure, Miss Tano.” His hand was extended, palm facing upwards.

She placed her hand in his and he lifted it to his mouth and kissed her knuckles, his amber eyes fixed on her the whole while. The darkening of her lekku nor the fluttering of butterflies in her stomach could be quelled.

“What can I get for you on this fine day?” he asked.

The selections behind him were minimal, but Ahsoka had made her decision. “Could I get you, by any chance?”

It was his turn to blush, the red coloring creeping up from the collar of his shirt. He cleared his throat and gave his reply in a much lower voice, “That’s reserved only to select clientele, ma’am.”

A shriek of a child’s far off laughter lifted the spell between them. Rex straightened and released Ahsoka’s hand, which neither of them realized he’d still held.

“Well, Miss Tano. We don’t have too much left, I’m afraid. I’ve completely sold out of my stonepeaches, but you have to try the avedames instead. I think you’ll like them.”

Ahsoka’s brow markings raised and she sat her baskets on the table. “Alright then,” she smiled.

Rex turned to sift through a crate and spent a few moments looking for the best one. He presented it to her but pulled his hand back as she reached for it. A devilish grin played at the corner of his mouth, “May I?”

“Oh, I’d be delighted,” Ahsoka said, continuing to play this game he’d created and bending at the waist.

She opened her mouth just so and Rex placed the avedame between her plump lips. Ahsoka kept her eyes locked on his the entire time, unblinking, and fluttered her lashes as she bit seductively into the innocent fruit. His own lips parted at the mere sight of it, the muscle in his jaw flexing visibly. She moaned at the taste and watched as the sunny amber of his irises simmered.

After what seemed like forever, she pulled away and composed herself, acting as though she hadn’t just done what she did. “Rex, that was the most delicious fruit I’ve ever tried. I’ll take a small case off your hands. Name your price.”

“Thank you, Miss Tano,” Rex said, clearing his throat and expertly shifting his pants around. “For you? The cost is just one date.”

“Just one?” Ahsoka asked playfully.

He could play too. “Unless you think two is fair.”

“I think two dates is a fine price,” she agreed, nearing him again.

Rex wet his lips. “It’s settled then. But before you go, it looks like you have a bit of the avedame juice just there,” he said, pointing to the corner of his mouth.

Ahsoka perked up and wiped at the wrong side, looking for his nod of approval, only finding that it didn’t come. “Here. Allow me,” he breathed, leaning forwards and swiping his thumb over her supple skin, being sure to graze her bottom lip in the process. He retreated from her bubble all too soon and popped his thumb past his lips to clean it, maintaining eye contact as he did so.

Revenge was literally something sweet.

She caught herself in a blinking fit and squeezed her thighs together, adding the berries to her basket. “I hear avedames make for a sweet wine.”

Rex smiled at the smallness of her voice. “The sweetest. I’ll see you later for our date, Miss Tano,” he said darkly. “I reckon’ I’ll be finished here in about an hour. I’m looking forward to it.”

“As am I,” she squeaked, thanking him and promptly booking it to the little black stall of Phee’s recommendation.

Ahsoka burst into the seaside home some fifteen minutes later, throwing her baskets onto the counter and rushing for the laundry room. She glanced at the chrono and decided she had just enough time before Rex returned home. Her new purchase was snatched from the discreet black bag and thrown into the wash as she set to unloading the rest of her items.

Her heart hammered in her chest as the time ticked by both way too slow and somehow way too fast. It was just one item. It wouldn’t take long to wash and dry, surely.

The washer dinged once she finished putting up the majority of the groceries, signaling the end of the cycle. Ahsoka then popped the lacy scrap of fabric into the dryer and used the Force to push the start button. If Rex wasn’t already headed down to the house, he would be very soon.

Wanting to be as prepared as possible, Ahsoka went ahead and slipped her underwear down her legs, adding them to her basket of other things needing to be washed. Her face flushed with the action and she smoothed her dress down. The garment’s replacement would be finished soon anyway and this only bought her time.

Ahsoka glanced around the house. It was silent and empty now but wouldn’t be for much longer. She did a quick scan to see if there was something else that could be done before Rex’s arrival.

She eyed some of her market finds that still had yet to be put away and it was then that the idea dawned upon her. There was no telling when the boys of the Batch would be gone again. Borrowed time was all she and Rex had while they were around. It was the boys’ house first, after all. She’d been bunked up with Omega for months now and Rex with Tech. Neither of them were too pleased with their sleeping arrangements. Only so much could be done about three bedrooms and seven people.

Now that things had started between her and Rex, adjusting that to their normal schedule would be tough. Being that this was their final night alone, it had to be special…

The new bloom fruit stared back at her and she caved before she could talk herself out of it. This had most certainly not been part of Phee’s advice, but Ahsoka felt that it aligned similarly. She set some aside in a glass dish, slightly embarrassed as she did so. The power Rex exerted over her with his fruit display had been provocative to say the least. It was her turn this time. She’d take the lead. Just the sheer idea of it charged her nerves more positively, but the sudden sound of the door opening caused her mind to go blank.

The dryer hadn’t finished yet. Her time had run out.

Rex burst through the door with several empty stacked crates in his arms, which were hastily discarded on the floor in the foyer. He strode with purpose into the home, out of breath, and with a feral glint in his eye that only doubled when he set his sights on what he desired most. His head cocked to the side and a sinful smile curled at his lips, accompanied by a hungry laugh.

Ahsoka was like an entranced kybuck faced with an approaching speeder.

“Not having second thoughts about our date are we, Miss Tano?” Rex growled, towering over her and taking her lips for his own in a searing kiss.

Oh, how delightfully gone were the days in which he called her Commander.

His hands slotted themselves under her jaw as he kissed her ravenously, drinking in her little gasps. Rex’s mouth was demanding, insatiable; his body moved with him, almost cradling hers. His touch moved quickly from her jaw down the length of her neck, trembling despite the speed at which he moved. Large fingers fiddled with the hem of her short dress. It was as if he had ten hands. He couldn’t touch all of her fast enough.

“This karking sundress was testing me on every level imaginable,” he breathed, squeezing her ass through the fabric. His lips ghosted over her montral, “Is that what you wanted? For me to lose all composure in public?”

A choked moan rattled from her throat. “Am I that easy to read?” she teased, running her hands along his chest, fingering at his buttons.

He didn’t miss a beat. “I think you should be directing that question to the avedame from earlier.”

“You mean the one you fed to me?” Ahsoka asked, speaking hotly into the kiss.

Rex swiped his tongue along her bottom lip then tugged lightly at it with his teeth. “I want you to look at me like you did with that avedame in your mouth, but this time while your pretty lips are wrapped around my cock,” he murmured against her, matching the force of her desperate kisses.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she challenged. “Feeding me in that way.”

He groaned and nipped at her montral, “I’d like to fuck you in this short little dress.”

Her thighs squeezed impossibly together at his words and that familiar throb in her core now demanded attention. Rex couldn’t have been more in sync with her body’s needs. One of his hands ran over the full extent of her backside before drifting under her dress, cupping her pussy, and finding it bare.

Ahsoka shuddered at the touch and Rex’s mouth separated from hers just barely. His lips were swollen with the throes of passion and a chapped, playful smirk adorned his features once the shock subsided. “You’re not wearing anything?” he asked breathily. The pulse point near his jaw visibly picked up in pace.

She bit her lip, prepared to admit what she’d done. But the explanation never came as Rex returned to her with new, intensified need, his tongue combating hers for dominance. Ahsoka was fighting a losing battle, something she was never meant to win — completely by Rex’s design. Her moans were left strangled in her throat as his fingers teased her entrance. The amount of excitement coating them nearly caused his knees to buckle beneath him.

Ragged breaths tumbled past her lips as Rex inserted a single, thick finger. A satisfied groan vibrated against her jaw as he began to move, leaving her cunt drooling in his palm.

Ahsoka stumbled into him, using his body weight to keep herself upright while her hand searched blindly for the apex of his thighs. He hissed through his teeth when she found what she was looking for and she ground against his hand, seeking more. “Fuck. So eager today, ‘Soka,” he breathed.

She nodded furiously, unable to access her words, using her free hand to tug at his wrist, begging him to add another. He was unable to deny her. A gentle kiss was placed the montral cradling his jaw. His spare hand joined the other under her sundress, gripping her hip as a second finger was guided into her wet heat. Ahsoka squirmed, rocking her pussy into his palm as he stretched her.

“Give me one good reason not to fuck you right here in this kitchen,” he growled as her cunt suckled at his fingers. Lewd sounds came from between her thighs as Rex pumped in and out of her.

He felt her clench around him. “I can’t. I— We haven’t done it in here yet.”

A carnal growl emanated from Rex’s chest and he made quick work of his pants fasteners, not even bothering to shove them all the way down. Orange fingers latched instantaneously to his throbbing cock, rubbing the pad of her thumb over his glistening slit and spreading the excitement down his shaft. Rex’s abs contracted with the contact and her lips were seized once more.

His ministrations never faltered, determined to work her until she spasmed blissfully into his hand. He adjusted his palm so that the heel of it was pressed flush to Ahsoka’s swollen clit. She cried out in response, biting down on his shirt briefly. Rex was quick to rid himself of the hindering material, tossing it to the floor. If she wanted to bite something, she could bite him instead.

Irises that were once blue now appeared black as Ahsoka drank in the image of his toned chest, still sprinkled with love bites from the night before. She bit her lip and ran her hands along his abs, dipping between the lines defining his muscles and traveling back down to his weeping cock. Her grip was determined and Rex growled as she began to pump. There was a fiery glint of competition in her eyes.

No.

Rex promptly pulled her hand away, taking hold of her wrist and pinning it at her side. His fingers were removed from her sticky cunt, wet and claiming her other wrist, but not before he sucked them clean of her mess. Ahsoka whined at the loss but her protests were swallowed with the force of Rex’s mouth, turning into sweet gasps as the head of his dick teased her hole.

“Please,” she begged against his lips as he slowly, teasingly slid in and out of her thighs.

He nipped at her bottom lip once more, “Are you going to be a good girl and let me make you cum?” Her hips bucked and he laughed darkly.

“Yes.”

With that, her wrists were released and Rex sheathed himself inside her, the both of them a mess of pitiful noises. Watching her adjust to the feel of him was something entirely cosmic, how her face twitched with each stretching inch of him, how her brow markings knitted together, and how her bottom lip wobbled. His eyes drifted downwards, sparks going off behind his navel as the edges of her short dress showed him where they were connected.

He bottomed out inside her with ease, moaning as her tight pussy hugged his full length. Suddenly, his hands were shaky again as he lifted the material of her sundress, revealing an unobstructed view of where his cock sat inside her. Ahsoka’s pretty cunt was glistening, spread around him like the flower of a fruit in his garden. Rex’s pupils were blown wide as he brushed over the white markings that framed her opening, grazing the nub of her clit in the process.

Ahsoka’s eyes were glassy when he finally looked back up at her. Her chest was rising and falling heavily, her hands pressed into the surface behind her for support.

“Oh, mesh’la,” he whispered, starting to move to provide her with relief.

Their shared vigor returned, his thrusts and the roll of her hips picking up at record speed. She met him with each movement, the sounds between their thighs beginning to echo in the kitchen.

Her dress flapped violently with the intensity of their passions, giving Rex a peep show of sorts as he fucked up into her. It wasn’t long before his wandering hands slid up under the material, large palms spreading out over her abdomen.

“Don’t– don’t rip it, please,” Ahsoka panted.

Rex chuckled darkly, pressing his forehead against hers, “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it. How else would I be able to take you in it again?” He lifted her shaky arms up over her head and made quick work of the little dress, leaving it to join his shirt on the floor.

That thing was going to be the death of him one of these days, especially if she wore it when the boys got back. How was he supposed to behave?

Ahsoka grabbed for the hand nearest to her, pulling it and directing him to where she wanted it most. He chuckled darkly and wrapped his fist around the width of her lekku, squeezing gently at the sensitive appendage. A broken gasp was ripped from her throat and her entire body fluttered with the sensation.

Finding out how reactive to touch her lekku were had been one of Rex’s favorite accidental discoveries so far. He wanted to learn everything there was to know about her.

She was close now, he knew by the way her thighs started to jerk. Rex pressed himself back against her and slammed his hips into her smaller ones. An arm wrapped around her lower back and held her close, but no amount of contact was enough. Ahsoka’s breaths were becoming more shallow and kissing him was becoming the most impossible task to complete. Rex nipped at her jaw and hoisted her feet off the ground, holding one slender orange leg around his waist and bringing her home.

Her body shattered around him, her hips an erratic bucking mess as she still sought friction. Rex fucked her through her orgasm, his brows knitted together with the way her pussy clenched and unclenched around him.

Ahsoka’s head fell into the crook of his shoulder, her full body weight now his to bear. He didn’t mind, especially as she peppered little kisses to the skin around his collar bones, nipping lightly.

“You still have some left in you?” he laughed, squeezing her ass and helping her to wrap her other leg around his waist. They both moaned as his cock was still buried to the hilt within her.

She giggled, regaining her speech, “I’m not done with you just yet. I still have a promise to keep, remember?”

He gave her a gentle little thrust in response, “Keep talking like that and I’ll finish right here inside you. That’s a promise.”

Rex began to carry her out of the kitchen and towards her bedroom when she squeaked out, “Wait!”

He hummed in question, pulling back to meet such striking blue eyes. Oh, she was blushing big time. His genuine concern shifted, turning to the thing she was eyeing on the tabletop. “And just what are we going to do with these?” he asked, taking the whole bowl of mysterious little fruit.

Ahsoka put her tongue in the pocket of her cheek, refusing to divulge such information. Rex knew well what she had intended to do with these. Again, a low, almost animalistic noise caused his chest to vibrate. She was handed the bowl and he made long strides to her door.

She was laid down gently onto the mattress, both of them whining at the disappointment of being separated. As soon as he was out of her, Ahsoka tugged him down to her level and pressed a searing kiss to the corner of his mouth, guiding him to lay back on the bed.

He swallowed thickly as Ahsoka straddled his lap, the unidentifiable berry between her lips, her slick folds brushing over the underside of his dick. Rex’s hips lifted, his need for her indescribable. She finally took pity on him, taking her seat over his cock, her cunt spreading over his girth and her clit kissing the head. His eyes nearly rolled into the back of his skull.

“It’s my turn now,” she said, leaning in and presenting him the berry between nimble fingers.

Ahsoka took immense pleasure in the way he looked up at her, his long eyelashes fluttering and amber eyes alight with anticipation.

“It’s called a bloom fruit,” she provided. “Regarded of high value by Dathomirian night sisters and said to enhance the senses.”

He hummed, rolling his hips against her hot core, “Does it taste as good as you do?” The low lighting didn’t allow him to see her blush, but he knew that it was there.

She licked her lips, “I'll let you tell me.”

Rex opened his mouth and allowed her to pass the fruit between his lips. He bit down and moaned, watching as Ahsoka removed it and then bit it herself behind him.

Fuck.

“It’s sweet, but nowhere as sweet as what’s between your legs,” he decided.

She beamed sheepishly. “Well, I quite enjoy it… so much so, that I think I’d like to lick it off of you.”

He nearly choked at her words, clearing his throat and taking a deep inhale, giving her a speechless yet eager nod. Revenge was indeed so sweet. Ahsoka grinded her aching pussy against his rigid cock as she brought the fruit to his lips again, waiting for him to take a bite before dragging it down his chin and neck. The gasp that left Rex’s mouth was sinful and Ahsoka dipped her head to kiss it off his skin, darting her tongue to lick along his jaw and down the prominent cord of his neck. She latched onto the place where muscle and bone met and sucked.

Two strong hands shot up and took hold of her waist with bruising force. Ahsoka let out a surprised yelp and looked to find his eyes half-lidded and swollen lips trembling with his ragged breaths. That spot had clearly been sensitive.

“Fuck, ‘Soka,” he said. “How did we ever wait this long?”

She took another bite from the bloom fruit and pressed it to his chest, spreading the juice over his pecs and nipples. He shivered.

Her grin was wicked, “There’s no stopping us now, is there? Just wait until you see the little number I bought today.”

Rex’s response was a thumb to her clit and she gave him a pitchy gasp, leaning down to clean the juice from his chest, making a show of it and looking him in the eyes the whole while. His jaw flexed and he made a feral noise in his throat, moving his hands to take hold of her ass and kneading, pressing her further against his throbbing member.

She let him have control for just a few moments, rocking her along the underside of his cock and watching as her breasts bounced.

But Ahsoka found herself throwing her head back and so she was quick to resolve the situation, moving further down his body. Rex grunted in protest but quieted himself as he saw where the fruit’s next destination was going to be.

Ahsoka pressed it to his skin once more, trailing it down his toned abs, relishing in the way he twitched and jumped. The head of his cock teased her neck and collar bones, his excessive precum decorating her sienna skin in a thin sheen. She only hummed and pressed a chaste kiss to his needy head.

The amount of self control within Rex was dwindling. He first bit his heavy tongue then clenched his teeth, forcing himself to lie still instead of grab her and switch positions so that he could fuck her into the mattress.

Instead, he looked up, said a brief prayer to her Force, and released a broken moan when Ahsoka’s hot tongue trailed down down down. She lapped up the juice, flicking her tongue and journeying to where his happy trail led. He was embarrassed at the way his body jerked, but Ahsoka couldn’t have been more pleased with her handiwork.

She was eye level with his cock now, looking on as it leaked like a sieve, throbbing and angry and needing her.

Fek, it was getting hard to breathe.

Rex swallowed and spoke around his tightening throat, “‘Soka please.”

There was that lip bite again. She pressed the berry to the base of his dick and he hissed at the contact, holding back whines of desperation as she moved it along the length of him, careful to avoid the head. The juice trailed down him, gathering at his balls.

Ahsoka had, in just two weeks, managed to figure out how exactly to get him where she wanted him. And all she had to do was be in his presence — all of this was just a bonus.

Maybe he’d hold off on telling her that for now though.

After what felt like hours of tantalization, Ahsoka removed the fruit and considered it. It was coated in a mixture of its own juice as well Rex’s; Ahsoka had no hesitation in popping it into her mouth.

It was the most obscene sight he’d ever seen and fuck he very much wanted to see it again.

She descended upon him, her plump lips wrapping around his cock, looking up at him in exactly the way he’d requested earlier. Ahsoka was going slow, painfully slow, moaning around his length and swirling her tongue around his sensitive head.

Rex coughed, overcome with the sensation. His skin burned; he burned for her.

The sounds she made taking his cock caused him to start panting, desperate for something that oxygen couldn’t provide him.

She lifted from his length with a pop and wiped the mixture of arousal, spit, and fruit juice from her chin. “Most delicious thing I’ve ever put in my mouth,” she said huskily, taking him yet again.

His cock disappeared once more behind her lips and all self control was lost.

Rex was a mess, thrusting up into her hot mouth like his life depended on it. He was whimpering, face screwing up as he lost control, reaching for her montrals with weak fingers. His vision was going, orgasm imminent, hips bucking erratically as he rasped her name, finishing hard on her tongue and crying out as she swallowed around him.

His eyes closed and he became one with the mattress, hand twitching and body spasming as he experienced a wave of aftershocks. A cool hand was placed on his forehead, accompanied by a sweet kiss.

“Rex?” she asked, her voice sounding like it was under water.

The only answer he could give her was a weak, half smile that faded as quickly as it came.

He faded as quickly as he came.

“Rex?” Ahsoka asked again, her satisfaction faltering.

His erratic breathing had ceased all too soon.

Knocks never came to the front door as Phee let herself in, running. Ahsoka had only left Rex once to retrieve their clothes and Rex dressed from the waist down. She was frantic and most thankful for the woman and her very convenient power chair. Their earlier conversation was now a blessing.

Rex’s unconscious body was placed in the seat and Ahsoka strapped him in, careful to avoid the rash that had bloomed across his body — everywhere she’d touched the fruit to his skin.

The lights in her bedroom had been so low and the curtains drawn. It had spread so fast and without her knowledge.

“How far is the hospital?” Ahsoka asked, trying and failing to regulate her breathing.

“Not far. Come on. They’re expecting us and have agreed not to ask questions,” the woman explained, leading Ahsoka out the door and into the bright afternoon.

Ahsoka ran behind Phee, using the Force to breathe life into Rex. The streets surrounding their home were empty and Ahsoka was most grateful that everyone was still gathered up by the market. Birds still sang and music still played, the distant echoes of laughter reaching her montrals. They were quite the sight running through Lower Pabu, a stark juxtaposition of terror against the backdrop of what was otherwise a perfect day.

Phee took a sharp left turn and Ahsoka maneuvered Rex’s hover chair, holding his head to prevent any possible whiplash. She’d never felt so careless in her life.

He’d made much more noise than what she learned to be his usual that afternoon in the bedroom than he had over the past two weeks. How much of his cries had been due to pleasure versus… Force, she hoped he hadn’t experienced any pain. She didn’t feel anything remotely of the sort from his Force signature. It had unmistakably been from pleasure.

They then burst through the doors of the hospital not long after, the emergency staff already transferring Rex onto a repulsorlift stretcher.

“His name is Rex. Put it under Phee Genoa. I’m with his friend, Ashla. He’s having a reaction and hasn’t responded in—” she turned to Ahsoka.

Her chrono was already out. “Nine minutes now. And his breathing is obstructed. Please help him,” she begged.

“We’ll do all that we can,” the worker said, wheeling Rex down a long, stark hallway. Another worker gave Rex’s party the go ahead and Ahsoka and Phee both rushed after him, following where he’d been heading into a nearby room.

He was hooked up to their machines with unrivaled speed and the medical droids were already prepping their tests. Multiple screens filled the room and Ahsoka bit at her nails — something she hadn’t done in years.

“The patient is suffering a severe allergic reaction and is experiencing disruption to his breathing pathways. I do not know how he has remained alive. He is unresponsive and must be given the proper combative injection or else faces imminent death.”

Hot tears welled up in Ahsoka’s eyes as she witnessed his unconscious body be poked and prodded. His skin was inflamed and blotchy from the mouth down. She couldn’t even react to her desperate use of the Force being the only thing that kept him alive for those few, long, detrimental minutes.

He could be dead. She would’ve been the one to kill him.

The shot was already on hand due to the description Phee had provided to the staff when she called, as well as their physical assessment of Rex upon his arrival. A distressed little nurse droid produced the shot for the medical droid and stood back as it was administered, beginning to articulate to Ahsoka and Phee what it did.

Rex’s chest instantly filled with air, his lungs and passageways opening at last. He fell into a coughing fit and his eyes shot wide, pupils shrinking with the severe light overhead. His body thrashed on the table and a gurgling noise sounded in his throat.

Ahsoka’s sobs were instantaneous and Phee wrapped her arms around her, welcoming the younger girl to cry into her shoulder.

She didn’t know if she was crying more so because it had almost killed him or the fact that he was finally free from the life-threatening reaction. But her chance to expel her emotions were cut short by the nurse droid, tugging at the hem of her dress. Ahsoka sniffed and looked to where it was pointing at the door, the full Batch standing and peering into the small window.

Her eyes closed briefly as she exhaled her frustration and Phee grabbed the door, walking her out into the hallway.

“Is Rex alright? We were landing when Omega saw you guys running,” Echo said, evidently the most distraught of the men.

The words alone were enough to make Ahsoka want to burst into tears again. Phee noticed and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, “He’s going to be fine. Just a little allergic reaction is all.”

“Allergies? From what? I thought regs didn’t have allergies?” Hunter asked.

Tech, as always, was quick to provide an explanation. “Regs typically do not have allergies, correct, but Rex’s signature blonde hair color does not come from any chemical. Perhaps this too is another outlier gene he developed in incubation.”

Phee smiled at the man she referred to as “brown eyes” and agreed, “Couldn’t have said it better myself. We’re just lucky that Ashla here noticed his reaction to the fruit in time.”

“Oh no,” Wrecker said, “Rex isn’t going to stop gardening is he?”

Ahsoka couldn’t help but laugh a little past her drying tears, “No, it wasn’t one of his. It was one that I bought from the summer market.”

He gave a big sigh of relief and promptly left with Omega, as they’d arrived just in time to still get to go.

Moments later, Rex was wheeled out of the room, barely awake and weak. He smiled anyway. Everyone had shown up for him. His appearance was jarring for his brothers, who hadn’t yet seen the extent of his condition.

The medical droids had laden him with bacta patches going down his front and disappearing into his pants. For his mouth, there was a salve applied. “All this for me?” he asked jokingly past swollen lips.

Ahsoka’s heart ached but she laughed despite it all.

Rex winked at her and then turned to the boys, “Don’t tell me I look as bad as your faces say I do.”

Hunter glanced between Rex and Ahsoka and attempted to stifle the knowing smirk spreading over his lips. Echo, observant as ever, caught it at the last second. His jaw hung open as he put two and two together, almost getting left behind as everyone made their way to the exit.

The presence of the boys back in the home was a welcome one. Neither Ahsoka nor Rex realized how much they’d missed having them around. It did mean less copulating in every room and on every surface in the little home, which was a downside. But everyone, even Rex, was laughing about the incident in no time.

He’d been quick about crafting a story — one that didn’t involve being naked in Ahsoka’s bed and having her quite literally suck the life out of him. Rex stood by his tale about attempting to bake something with the bloom fruit, getting it on his clothes, and continuing on in the nude. Conveniently, in this story, Ahsoka was up looking for him at the market and not yet realizing he’d already returned home.

It was quite unconvincing, as there was a hole in the poorly weaved lie. What if Ahsoka came back to find him baking and dancing sans any clothing? Rex just argued that the fruit had already begun to take a critical effect on him.

Wrecker was the first one to dive into the pantry, excited to make himself (and reluctantly everyone else) sandwiches with the new bread. Hunter set to unloading their cargo and Echo began with laundry.

Rex sat with Ahsoka on a cozy little sofa, purposefully choosing the item of furniture due to its tight squeeze. They were thigh to thigh and conversing quietly. Thankfully, the blotches on his skin had greatly started to subside and his lips were no longer swollen. He sounded like himself again. Especially when he whispered out of earshot of his brothers, “They gave me a bit of the salve to take home.”

“Did they? What about a few of those shots? Those would be more than helpful to have so this doesn’t spring up again and get out of hand. I’m so sorry this happened, Rex,” Ahsoka whispered.

He skirted his index finger along the hem of her dress, “Don’t worry about me, Ahsoka. I’m fine. I’ve survived worse attempts on my life.” She rolled her eyes playfully. “I was wondering though… if you’d give me a hand with the salve.” The darkening in his honey colored irises was unmistakable.

Ahsoka feigned any awareness of what he was getting at, “It looks to me like your swelling has gone down.”

“Has it?” he quipped breathily, flicking his eyes down to his lap. The bulge there dried her mouth and directed the moisture elsewhere.

She pressed her lips together to fight off her imminent grin, but the flush in her lekku gave her away. “I’d be happy to give you a hand. Maybe though, from now on we will stick to salves and creams instead of fruit,” she said lowly.

“Oh I beg to differ,” Rex said. “So long as we stick to avedames instead.”

“Deal,” she agreed.

They were broken from their intimate little exchange by the clearing of Echo’s throat. He was standing at the dryer with its door open, a lacy red thong dangling from his scomp hand. “So about that story,” he started.

Rex and Ahsoka both flushed a deep crimson. Their attempts at crafting their earlier cover story had been fruitless.

“Didn’t you say Ahsoka bought the fruit that gave you that reaction?”

Ahsoka was speechless, mortified and looking anywhere but at the former ARC. The man seated next to her wasted no time in taking her hand and interlacing their fingers.

Wrecker gasped.

“Oh please don’t try telling me they’re your—”

But Echo’s words were cut short as Wrecker let out a hearty laugh resembling that of a child with a deep voice. “Rex, no wonder you got that rash if that’s what you’re wearing!”

“As a matter of fact, that’s exactly what happened,” Rex said proudly, wincing as he stood and winking at Ahsoka. Wrecker was the only one who bought the absurdly evident lie and Rex strode with a limp to Echo to retrieve the dainty little item. His brother wore a shit-eating grin, not altogether surprised that his Captain and Commander had developed such a relationship.

Rex beckoned for Ahsoka to follow him into the temperate Pabu night and she fell into a fit of giggles once the door closed, “Rex you did not have to do that for me!”

“Of course I did,” he smiled, shrugging. “I owed it to you if buying that little number was even as half as embarrassing as that back there was.” The red lace was threaded around his fingers and stuffed into his pants pocket.

Ahsoka hummed.

“You like that?” he teased, pressing a chaste kiss to her montral. She nodded against his lips, taking his arm. “Good. You’re wearing them for me tomorrow. As soon as my dick is clear I’m finishing what we started.”

She shook her head in laughter and in disbelief at how lucky she was. They were finally where they both wanted to be and had the rest of their lives to express their love in any and every form. The air was salty, the waves lapped at the island, and lights decorated every inch of land they could see. Spring flowers were in full bloom. It was still a perfect day. “Where are we going on this fine evening?” she asked, rubbing his bicep.

Rex pointed to a house with a little blue roof, “Phee Genoa’s place.”

“How come? I’m pretty sure she asked you quite specifically to stop thanking her.”

“That’s not exactly what we are visiting for, though I do plan on sneaking in another thanks.”

“Then what?”

He smiled and stopped in the ambiently lit street, tracing the braids of her headdress and touching the new stones that had been added. “Well, she set the boys up with their own house, didn’t she? I’d like to ask her for one for us. So that I can grow fruit that I’m not deathly allergic to in our garden and share avedame wine with you, take you in every room of the house, and bake naked if we must.”

Ahsoka found her eyes hot with tears for a second time that day, this time with a smile wobbling on her lips. “We must.”

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Heat Advisory

Pairing: Rexsoka

Prompt: Rexsoka Monthly Jul. ‘23 - I Told You Not To Touch That

Summary: Pabu is under an official heat advisory this summer. And so is Ahsoka. This is how the Bad Batch make it worse for everyone involved.

Tags: 18+ smut, mating/heat cycles, not omegaverse, aphrodisiacs, semi-public sex, lots of sex, vaginal fingering, creampie, issuing apologies to both Echo and Wrecker, inappropriate use of a Lula

Word Count: 8,426

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Echo entered his brothers’ oceanside villa sweaty and out of breath, having practically run the whole way from the landing zone to the house. He leaned against the door as it slid shut behind him and pressed his head against the durasteel, sighing in relief at the cool sensation. The men each shared a puzzled look before turning to their brother for an explanation.

Tired of waiting on Echo to stop panting, Wrecker finally asked what they were all wondering, “Echo? You didn’t tell us you were coming back today.”

“That is because he wasn’t supposed to arrive until tomorrow evening,” Tech pointed out, setting his datapad down on the table, “He is exactly one rotation and four hours ahead of schedule.”

Their heaving brother wiped his forehead and pushed himself off the door. “Good to see you too, fellas,” he greeted sarcastically, “Where’s Omega? And when in the blazes did it get so hot on Pabu?”

Hunter handed him a glass of cold water and kicked a chair away from the table for Echo to take a seat. “Omega’s over at the Hazard’s. Looks like summer came just in time for your arrival,” he answered, “We’ve been in the water just about every day for the past two weeks now. Makes the days somewhat bearable.”

“We’re under a heat advisory,” Wrecker added, looking to Tech to make sure he’d gotten that term right. Tech gave him a sharp nod and adjusted his cloudy goggles — the heat radiating off of Echo enough to fog them over.

Echo laughed to himself as he dabbed his neck with a dry cloth and his breathing somewhat returned to a normal rate. “Of course we are,” he grumbled, “That’s just my luck, too. The Remora’s temperature regulator took some damage as we were making our escape from Corellia. All it’s been blowing is heat for three rotations straight. A couple of times I considered just turning it off so that the vacuum of space could just freeze us all to death. Never thought I’d say that after coming out of cryo.”

“Well we’ve got working air here,” Hunter assured, joining his brothers at the table, “How’d the mission go?”

With his glass of water now empty, Echo wiped his mouth and gave Hunter a look that said everything. “Went fine. We were supposed to stop back at the garage on Coruscant before I came back, but just couldn’t take it anymore. We had to stop here first if we didn’t want to die of a heat stroke.”

“So I take it Rex is here,” Hunter gathered.

Wrecker sat silently and watched as his brothers shared looks with one another, communicating without the use of words or hand signals. He turned to Tech for answers, but his nose was in his datapad again. “Does that mean that she’s—” Hunter began asking.

“Oh, yes,” Echo confirmed, cutting him short and pouring another glass of water. Most unfortunately for Echo, his quarters on the Remora were right beside the Captain’s. He found out much more than he ever needed to through the thin walls of their ship. A week’s long mission in which Commander Tano didn’t sleep in her own quarters once had been his undoing. Next time it was just the three of them on a mission, he’d fight harder for Gregor to come along.

“She who?” Wrecker asked, knitting his brows together.

Echo chugged another glass of water from his already condensating glass and fanned himself by tugging on the front of his shirt. He then ran his cold hands over his face and leaned back, finally feeling the air conditioning. “My old Commander from when I was in the 501st… She survived Order 66. I had no idea, but apparently Rex has been in contact with her since the end of the war. They were together when it all went down. She’s been his secret contact this entire time and was there with Rex and Senator Chuchi when he called us to Coruscant. She came with Rex and I on the mission,” he explained, then added somewhat scornfully, “I imagine they will be coming through the door any minute.”

Wrecker was in shock, his jaw hanging open and not understanding how Echo could say all of this so casually. And it almost sounded like he was disappointed that they’d come with him to Pabu. “Your Commander? She’s a Jedi? Ha! That sounds like good news to me! She must be tough! Hunter, how come you didn’t tell us?”

Removing his vest and throwing it over the back of his chair, Echo just exhaled. Very few people know about Ahsoka’s involvement, but Rex was finally comfortable introducing her to the dechipped clones and having her help out on a more hands-on level. Echo had no idea just how hands-on that had really meant. And there wasn’t a worse way he could've found out. Walking in on them in the middle of the common area in the garage after all their brothers had gone to bed was enough to keep him sticking to curfew. Forever burned on the backs of his eyelids was the image of the illustrious Captain Rex with Commander Tano’s very orange legs thrown over his shoulders as he drove into her like a man dying.

The revelation that his former commanding officers were… involved… was a pill he wasn’t prepared to swallow.

It was fine over the first few months… Echo had gotten used to the discreet touching and the looks, but this week had been his own personal hell as it introduced noises into the mix. He knew now why poor Fireball never got any sleep. “Yeah. Well, it was good news at first,” he responded, mumbling the last bit to where only Hunter could hear it.

Hunter scratched underneath his bandana and answered Wrecker’s hanging question, “Her identity is typically on a need-to-know basis.”

Moments later, as predicted, the door slid open again and in stepped Rex with a female Togruta hot on his heels. Wrecker’s face lit up upon seeing their guests. Not only was his favorite reg on Pabu, but he also came with a small friend! She was taller than Omega and a tad pointier, but Wrecker immediately decided that Rex’s Jedi was now part of the family. Omega was going to be over the moons when she got back!

Standing from his chair, Wrecker greeted them both by enveloping them into a single large embrace, bellowing in laughter as their feet left the floor. “Rex! What are you doing on Pabu?”

Hunter’s nose twitched and he shot Echo another glance, to which his brother cocked an eyebrow. They’d been in contact over the last several days, as Echo was having trouble sleeping. It was quite evident to the Sarge’s heightened senses now why that was so. Their guests not only smelled like a fresh fuck, but Ahsoka was unmistakably in heat.

Rex laughed with what little air he had left in his lungs, “Good to see you, too, Wrecker.”

“Alright, put them down,” Hunter said, chuckling at the way Rex’s already-red face had turned a shade darker as well as feeling sympathetic for Ahsoka.

“Oh. Sorry, it’s just been a while since we’ve seen ya, Rex,” the burly man apologized. He then stood up straighter and fiddled with his thumbs, “And you must be Ahsoka.”

She giggled between breaths and beamed up at him, “Yes. It’s nice to meet you, Wrecker.”

Echo sighed and introduced them, “Everyone, meet Ahsoka. Ahsoka, you’ve already met Wrecker. This is Hunter in front of me and Tech’s over there. Excuse him for being so rude. He does it to everyone.”

Tech glanced up just long enough to offer her a wave before turning back down to his datapad, beginning research on the Togruta species for things he didn’t already know. Hunter smiled and stood up to greet her, “Nice to meet you, Commander.” He gave a mock salute and poured two more glasses of water.

“Thank you, and just Ahsoka is fine,” she assured, trying to control her breathing. She looked over to Rex, who was glistening with sweat and attempting to wick some of it away before pressing the cold glass to his cheek. Hunter looked between Rex and Echo, knowing the Captain wasn’t just sweating from the walk to the villa and a lack of cold air on the Remora.

Wrecker offered his chair for Ahsoka to sit, which she gladly accepted. He then began to offer her a towel to wipe away her sweat as well, but noticed she wasn’t sweating as badly as the Captain was. Instead, he handed it to Rex and chuckled, “Not used to these types of temperatures, are we brother?”

“Not designed for it, more like,” he agreed, laughing even though his lungs tried to refuse. What he wouldn’t give to have his temperature controlled blacks right about now. But he knew from experience just how much control Ahsoka lacked when he was in blacks and she was in heat. It was typically an ideal mix, but wouldn’t have been manageable in the presence of the Batch. Rex then saw where Echo had removed his vest and made a move to do the same before stopping himself. If he started removing layers from his civvies now, it might not end so well.

Blue eyes watched him intently, waiting for him to remove the article of clothing. Ahsoka bit her lip as his bicep flexed and he decided not to go through with it. Rex kept it on and willed himself to find the strength not to take it off, no matter how hot he was. The air conditioning would cool him off eventually.

Ahsoka sat her empty glass down and shifted uncomfortably in her chair, trying to suppress the insatiable and urgent need in her core. There was nothing to keep her distracted now. Her thighs were pressed together so tightly that the muscles began to quiver. And despite having just been wrapped around him, she already needed Rex again. She reached over and folded the collar of his shirt down, her fingers lingering longer than they should on the skin of his neck. Ahsoka dipped them slightly under the hem of his shirt before she reluctantly pulled away. “So when do I get to meet Omega?” she asked, smiling through clenched teeth and trying not to squirm, “I’ve heard so much about her.”

“Well, right now she’s actually—” Hunter started before Wrecker cut him off.

“Oh, you two are gonna be best friends! She’s over at her friend Lyana’s right now. Her dad, Shep, he’s the mayor, so her house has a much better cooling unit. But she’ll be back soon. You’re gonna get along great!”

Ahsoka nodded as he continued to talk to her, the majority of his words passing straight through her montrals and not registering at all. She bounced her leg and fiddled with her nails. Rex’s eyes were on her and she could practically feel them. It took the strength of a gundark to keep her focus on Wrecker. Her Captain could see how on edge she was and brushed his knee against hers to grab her attention, causing the chevrons on her lekku to darken impossibly further. She swallowed and ceased the nervous habit, meeting his worried gaze, both of them missing the way Tech was surveying them.

Her hand went to cup Rex’s knee and he addressed his brothers without looking at them, “I think we’re gonna head out, boys.”

Echo made a face, knowing well why they were trying to leave, but Wrecker looked like a kicked tooka. “C’mon, Rex, you can’t leave yet. Tech was just about to make us lunch!”

Ahsoka pressed her lips into a thin line. She couldn't have cared less about lunch in a time like this. She only craved one thing when she was in heat and it was between Rex’s—

“Why not?” Rex agreed, giving Ahsoka a sympathetic look. She may not have an appetite, but his fast metabolism and constant state of being inside of her was hungry work. He’d need the added energy if Ahsoka planned on riding him all the way back to Coruscant. Real food was going to be a necessity, especially if Echo wasn’t coming back with them.

So Tech abandoned his datapad long enough to prepare a meal, busying himself in the kitchen while Wrecker continued to ask Ahsoka questions and exchange stories from the war. Any other time, she would’ve been able to give him her undivided attention, but this was torture. She bit hard into her tongue and crossed her legs, trying hard to keep still and quiet. Subtly rocking back and forth in her chair wasn’t cutting it anymore and Rex’s thighs were looking quite comfortable. She nearly salivated at the thought of straddling one and rutting against him to completion.

Wrecker watched as her face screwed up, but just figured that Ahsoka was still cooling down from the heat or maybe Togruta just looked like they were in pain when they were listening intently.

Once lunch was served, Wrecker had finally gone quiet and practically made love to his food. Her tunneling vision shifted to Rex, catching the way his tongue darted out to lick his lips. Something inside of her jolted, more powerful than before. Ahsoka placed her utensil down and gripped the edge of the chair until her knuckles turned white.

She took the opportunity, while everyone was busy digging in, to push her chair flush with Rex’s and tugged his hand beneath the table. Still chewing, his eyes widened a fraction at what she was asking him to do. He blushed furiously and nodded, swapping his fork over to his left hand and using his right to discreetly work Ahsoka through the fabric of her pants. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice that he was eating with his non-dominant hand, or that Ahsoka’s eyes were rolling into the back of her skull.

She’d all but abandoned her plate and Rex halted his motions, indicating with his head for her to at least eat something to keep their activities from being discovered. Reluctantly, she picked up her fork and took a few bites more, grinding down on his motionless hand as she did so. A small moan escaped her mouth, but she was quick to save it. “This meal is delicious, Tech,” she hummed.

“Thank you. I am pleased that you like it,” he said, feeling proud of himself for his research.

Rex toyed at Ahsoka’s clothed clit until she could barely take a bite, having to place her utensil down yet again as she took an obligatory sip of water, shaking the glass as she did so.

Everyone was so preoccupied with their meal that Rex took it one step further. If he could get Ahsoka off now, the rest of their time in the villa would be somewhat manageable. His fingers moved to quickly undo the fasteners on her pants, earning a gasp from her and she moved to help him. Rex’s mouth twitched upwards into a smirk as he was greeted with the wet heat of her desperate cunt.

Ahsoka cleared her throat to drown the whines that threatened to escape her, gripping a leg of the chair with her free hand. His fingers made varying patterns against her clit, rubbing at the bundle of nerves itself and then venturing further. Not even moments later, Ahsoka was spasming, her thighs clamping together and trapping his hand.

She needed him now. His fingers could only do so much and she was tired of clenching around nothing.

Through the aftershock, Ahsoka refastened her pants while pretending to wipe her hands on the napkin bunched up in her lap. She looked up at Rex, who was still eating as if he hadn’t just given her an electrifying orgasm at the table. He shot her a wink and popped his fingers into his mouth as she recovered and surveyed the room. The Batch was still eating, none of them even slightly aware as to what had just occurred.

Ahsoka, with her hunger for Rex slightly satiated, began to eat. She didn’t realize just how delicious Tech’s cooking was until now, finally able to focus on something other than the burning need within her. But as she continued, the desire only grew. Crossing her legs tightly at the ankles, Ahsoka’s impatience returned. Her eyes darted around the table at their hosts and then back to Rex, focused on the way his jaw flexed as he chewed and how small the fork looked in his hand…

Her mouth began to dry up and the tips of her lekku felt like they were vibrating. She placed a firm hand to the top of Rex’s thigh and looked at him with the small amount of focus she had left. Her eyes caught him off guard and he could tell just by the way her pupils had blown wide that her heat had consumed her. It didn’t typically happen this way…

“Where’s the refresher?” she asked the boys softly, her voice sounding far away.

Echo pointed her past the living room, “There’s two. Ours is the one at the end of the hall and Omega’s is the first door on the right if you go up the stairs.”

Folding her napkin, Ahsoka pushed her chair out and met Rex’s eyes again before disappearing down the hall. He cleared his throat and finished his meal quickly before doing the same, “I actually need to go as well. This was fantastic. Thank you, boys.”

Sighing, Echo just shook his head and continued to eat. He was beyond ready for the freshness to wear off of their relationship. They can’t even get through a single meal without fucking!

Rex all but sprinted once he reached the hallway, seeing that Ahsoka had gone upstairs. He started to head that way but flicked the light on in the downstairs ‘fresher and slid the door closed before he did so. As he began to ascend the stairs, he saw Ahsoka sitting on a step near the top and was pressing herself into the wall.

“Ahsoka,” he whispered, approaching her and bending at the knees to where she sat, “Are you alright? How bad is it?”

Her eyes and chevrons both were practically black, her skin coated in a thin sheen of sweat. “I need you now, Rex.”

Swallowing, Rex stood and then held his hand out, “C’mon the refresher is just up the stairs.”

She shook her head fervently, “I can’t go that far. It’s gonna have to be right here.”

Rex began to sweat again himself. Ahsoka needed him immediately, so much so that she’d sunken down onto the steps with her knees pressed together. He knelt down to her level again and placed a hand on the wall beside her head, “You’re gonna have to tell me if they’re coming. I can’t sense them like you can.”

Ahsoka’s montrals buzzed, pulsating with the intensity of her heat along with his acceptance of the location. They were sensitive with the height of her cycle — more alert than usual, but tuned into Rex rather than the world around her. “I’ll try my best.”

He nodded and so she parted her tightly clamped legs, the unfastened state of her pants working to make Rex harder than he already was. He went to slide his hand into her underwear, but her strong orange fingers caught his wrist. Her black eyes met his and he gulped. There was neither the need nor the time for any foreplay, he’d already toyed with her aching cunt at the table. She was ready. His face grew hot and he pushed forward anyway, getting a hold on the fabric of her soaked underwear and wrenching them down her legs. A gasp escaped her throat as he did so, and with his other hand Rex slid it under her rear lek and swallowed the noise, drinking her in and allowing her mouth to challenge his.

Deft fingers worked to wiggle her boot off so that she could slip one slender, feverish leg from her pants. Rex helped her while she expertly undid his pants, wasting no time in pulling his leaking cock free. How he had any cum left in him, neither of them knew. Ahsoka hummed as some of his precum dribbled from his throbbing head and she ducked to catch the liquid on her tongue, licking a stripe up the base of his length.

Her Captain ground his teeth and she knew if they were back on the Remora, that a growl would’ve accompanied it. Rex was no quiet man in the bedroom and this was definitely not the time to make any suspicious noises, but Ahsoka was determined to draw at least one sweet sound past his pretty lips.

With one pants leg still on, Ahsoka scrambled into Rex’s lap. She took things much faster during her heats, leaving no room for a savory sink-down onto his thick, seeping cock. With his tip lined at her entrance, she was eager to sheath him fully inside of her, but Rex beat her to it, plunging his stiff length into her impatient pussy. Ahsoka threw her head back with the sensation, sighing in relief. It was like an itch that had finally been scratched. She brought one hand to cup her left breast and the other latched onto the step behind Rex’s head, using it to drive herself onto him at the exact rate that she needed.

Rex bit down onto his tongue to keep from moaning. Her overeagerness for him never got old. Watching her ride him, pleasure herself, half dressed and uncaring of where they were sent him spiraling. He nipped at her neck and placed one hand on the clammy skin of her naked hip while the other wrapped around her right lek.

Her mouth fell agape with the action and he caught her lips with his, swallowing her cries as he pumped the appendage in his fist. Ahsoka’s tempo only quickened, so much so that she began to lose her rhythm. Her face contorted in defeat, upset that she couldn’t regain her momentum. Rex grabbed hold of both of her hips and took over, raising her and lowering her at a relentless speed down onto his wet cock, pulling out right to where his tip tugged at her entrance before driving back into her.

Placing a firm hand to the middle of her back, Rex stood with her still on his dick, causing her eyes to go wide before pressing her into the wall. He hoisted her up and brought her feet to settle on his hips. She bit her lip and covered her mouth as he plunged back into her, watching her hot cunt suck in every inch that she could. Attacking the soft spot under her jaw, Rex sucked at the skin as he fucked up into her, relishing in the way her juices began to run down his balls.

The spot that usually had her screaming his name was at better access in this position and Ahsoka’s face and curling toes told him he’d found it. She grabbed the stair rails and clenched around him, her muscles hugging his pulsing cock. Rex hissed as she came, shattering around him and bringing him into his own orgasm along with her. A broken moan fell past his lips and Ahsoka stiffened, placing a trembling finger between their mouths.

Footsteps.

“Hey, uh, guys? Is everything alright back here?” Wrecker’s voice came from below, along with his shadow. He was standing almost in front of the downstairs refresher, on the other side of the wall that hid the stairs and them from view.

They were still joined at the hips, pants pushed down or halfway off. Rex indicated with his eyebrows that she’d be the one to have to answer because they’d all heard Ahsoka hurry up the stairs before he even left the table. That, and he was most definitely not in the ‘fresher that Wrecker stood in front of.

Clearing her throat, Ahsoka spoke, “I’m not sure about Rex, but I’ll be down in a minute. I’m just—” She shook her head, trying to come up with an excuse. “I’m just washing my hands.”

They both winced. There was no water running.

Wrecker hesitated, but chose to buy it, “Alright, well, come tag me when you’re done. I drank too much water.”

Ahsoka giggled as he walked away before settling on Rex’s features yet again. He was panting, pink lips parted, just purely in awe of her. Rex never failed to take her breath away. She scratched up the back of his head, making circles in his overgrown buzz cut. Rex bit his lip and nearly pulled out of her before she squeezed him again, begging for more.

The blackness in her eyes hadn’t gone away. Not even a sneaky disappearance to the refresher could satisfy her burning need. It had never been this intense, but Rex wasn’t complaining. He thrust up into her again, his hands gripping her thighs with bruising force. Ahsoka mewled into his mouth and swiped her tongue over his bottom lip, driving him near insane as they chased yet another round of orgasms they shouldn’t be having.

When they finally re-entered the kitchen, Wrecker ran to the ‘fresher.

“Well, the sun’s getting higher. What do you say we all go down to the water for a swim?” Hunter suggested, propping his feet up on the table.

Ahsoka panicked and looked at Rex. They certainly weren’t expecting to be asked to stay for lunch, much less past lunch. She was well beyond having any patience left. This was not only the peak of her heat cycle, but the most intense one she’s ever had in her life. She couldn’t have been any less interested in swimming.

Her Captain understood this and answered on behalf of them both. “Thanks boys, but we should really be on our way to drop off the supplies we acquired on the mission. Tech, I can’t thank you enough for not just handing us ration bars. The food was delicious. Echo, we’ll see you in the next few weeks. Wrecker, tell Omega we hate that we missed her.”

“You guys aren’t actually leaving are you? You just got here!” Wrecker whined, handing his licked-clean plate to the stack that Echo was gathering.

Tech was putting ingredients away and added, “We could at least fix your temperature regulator before you leave. But it will most likely be tomorrow before it’s repaired.”

He and Ahsoka looked between one another apprehensively before coming to some telepathic agreement. “Guess it couldn’t hurt,” Rex said, caving in and scratching the back of his head. He knew she was eager to pin him down inside the Remora, but he wouldn’t mind fucking in the air conditioning for a change. She may have a naturally cooler body temperature, but he sure didn’t and there was no way she was waiting until they were back at the garage to milk him dry again. “We don’t have to be back on Coruscant for another few rotations really. We’ll just have to let the boys know the schedule has changed.”

Wrecker threw his fist into the air, “Alright! You guys can take my room. My bed’s the biggest.” His face was smug as he crossed his arms, pleased with himself for both convincing them to stay longer and with his generous offer. The bed was big enough for them to share comfortably and neither one of them had to take the sofa!

“Oh that’s alright, Wrecker, really. We have perfectly fine bunks on the Remora we can use,” Ahsoka hurriedly but politely declined.

But budging wasn’t in the cards for their overjoyous host. “We’re not gonna let you sleep in that heat! Right, boys?”

The rest of the Batch looked anywhere but at Wrecker or their guests. Tech made a face before burying his rosy cheeks in doing the dishes and Echo coughed awkwardly. Hunter sighed, trying to find a way to backtrack on Wrecker's decision to offer up his bed, “Right. Well, we have the sofa as well, if you’d rather—”

“They can’t sleep on the couch, Hunter! I’ll take it. They’ve probably shared a cot out in the field before, right? This’ll be no different.”

Well, Wrecker wasn’t completely wrong. In the aftermath of the war, Rex and Ahsoka shared a cot or a blanket here and there. But their sleeping arrangements quickly became one instead of two, shedding more and more layers each time. One particularly cold night, their sleeping arrangement was forever shifted from being purely platonic. But if they were honest, it hadn’t been platonic for quite a while at that point.

“Right,” Rex answered, nodding and averting his eyes, catching the button he’d missed in refastening his pants.

Wrecker walked with them back to the Remora to help them haul their small bags back down to the oceanside villa. Despite Rex and Ahsoka’s protests telling him they could handle it on their own, Wrecker accompanied them anyway — primarily because he’d never been on the Remora before. He was very interested in where Echo spent his time away from them.

Upon entering the ship, he made a comment about how clean it was and that the Marauder had never been this spotless; not even when it had been fresh off the assembly line. But that comment was quickly revoked when he stepped into Rex’s quarters. They’d passed Echo’s room as well and it was as impeccably clean as expected, but Wrecker never would’ve pegged Rex for being a messy clone.

Rex’s bed sheets were crumpled and half hanging onto the mattress; feathers and clothes were strewn all over the floor. Even the wall behind the headboard looked like it had been through a trash compactor, with scrapes and dents in the durasteel. And now that he looked closer, did Rex wear women’s underwear? “Kriffing hells, Rex, it looks like a family of rathtars has been through here,” Wrecker observed before chuckling, “You’ll feel right at home in my room!”

The Captain coughed and kicked something under the bed, fixing the sheets with haste before laughing nervously along with his brother. Taking Rex's overnight bag and slinging it over his shoulder, Wrecker stopped outside of Ahsoka’s bedroom across the hall and announced his presence, “Uh, Ahsoka, can I come in?”

“Of course,” she responded cheerily.

He stepped through the doorway and took in the state of her quarters. Its cleanliness rivaled that of even Echo’s — almost like she didn’t even sleep in here or something. “Wow. Don’t show Echo how to tuck corners like these,” he chuckled, pointing to the edge of her bed.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” she laughed before closing a dresser drawer. She attempted to put her arms through the straps of her bag before Wrecker put one hand on his hip and held the other hand out. Reluctantly, Ahsoka let him do the carrying.

The walk back down to the home was quite odd. Wrecker led the way and kept trying to make conversation, pointing out the homes of his friends and describing, in detail, the meals he’s had at their homes. But Rex and Ahsoka couldn’t keep up. He kept having to stop every few houses to wait for them to catch up with him. At one point, he could’ve sworn Ahsoka had her hand under the Captain’s shirt, but he chalked it up to his one good eye playing tricks on him. Mirages from the heat is the answer he eventually settled on, at least that’s what he thought he’d heard Tech call those things.

Rex and Ahsoka took a suspiciously long time to put their swimming gear on as well. Wrecker looked around at his brothers and was beginning to wonder if Rex had squeezed himself into some sort of wetsuit instead of swim trunks. Or maybe he and Ahsoka were just taking turns changing inside the upstairs refresher while Hunter used the downstairs one. He tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table, growing steadily more impatient.

“Careful, Wrecker. We’re trying not to conduct more heat in the house,” Tech warned, finding annoyance in Wrecker’s inability to sit still.

But his brother just threw his head back and whined, “What’s taking them so long? I’m ready to get in the water!”

Hunter coughed as he returned, opting to tie his hair up before he let on anything about what he sensed going on inside Omega’s refresher. He remained as close as possible to the front door to evade the smell of desperate, needy, heat-induced sex.

“You don’t have to wait on them, you know. Go ahead and go down there and we’ll—” Echo began before their guests reappeared. Ahsoka subtly wiped at the inside of her thigh and smiled abashedly at their hosts.

They were both still sweating for some odd reason, so Wrecker was glad to see that his ori’vod didn’t try to fit into something other than swim trunks. “There you guys are. I was starting to think you got lost in there,” he laughed, punching his brother playfully hard on the shoulder, “Oh, Rex, did you fall or something? What’s on your neck?”

Rex immediately clapped a hand over the exposed skin, hiding the fresh bruise from view, “Oh, uh yeah. I ran into… that uh, fell…”

He looked to Ahsoka for a rescue, but her eyes had gone wide too, not to mention she was just about as bad at lying as he was. She stammered with him as they tried to come up with an excuse when Wrecker unknowingly did the saving for them. “Was it the beach umbrella in the refresher? Sorry ‘bout that, I was tearing my room apart looking for it,” he apologized, making his way upstairs to retrieve it.

From the emptiness of the houses as the group walked past, it seemed all of Pabu had the same idea. This heat that was present at this time of day was only bearable when one was submerged in the water. Nearly all the residents of the small island littered the area, swimming in the ocean or eating packed lunches underneath umbrellas. Even Omega and Lyana were huddled under a large pink one, drinking iced moogan teas and sitting near an oversized fan that Shep had set up for them

Ahsoka and Rex were the first to get into the water, itching to quell an entirely different heat than the one everyone else was experiencing. As soon as they waded in, Ahsoka couldn’t be pried from Rex. Sneaky hands reached for his waistband under the water to untie his ties. She rocked herself back and forth on his thigh, not caring that every resident of Pabu was in sight. In no time, they found a less populated and shady cove to disappear in — somewhere Ahsoka could push Rex’s trunks window open and her swimsuit aside and sink her aching core down onto his thick length.

Her skin glistened in the water and her lekku floated around her, not too dissimilar from how she looked when they made love in the sonic. But kark if this wasn’t a heat remedy Rex decided they’d definitely be doing again. The cool water helped to satiate her burning need some, quelling the intensity back down to something that would normally be a wild romp between them when she wasn’t experiencing a heat.

Rex cradled her face in his hand, swiping the water on her face to keep her cool. She was gorgeous and glowing and he even saw a bit of blue return to her tired eyes. Lazily, Ahsoka bounced herself on his swollen dick, holding onto his shoulders for purchase while he aided her in keeping upright.

Tech carefully adjusted their umbrella and sat himself in the shade after applying copious amounts of sunblock. Hunter reapplied Omega’s and sent her back off running with Wrecker into the water. “You’re still not going out there, huh?” Hunter asked.

“I do not see the appeal of sharing the same body of water with so many people at one time,” Tech reasoned.

“If I didn’t know you grew up on Kamino, I’d start to think you didn’t know how to swim,” his brother tossed back.

Tech then elaborated, “The idea of so many bodily fluids being swapped does not sound like my idea of fun. You and I both know that Wrecker cannot hold it for that long. He’s had yet to use the refresher out here for the past two weeks, I might add. Besides, I’m sure our guests are busy somewhere expelling sexual fluids since I added a small dose of a certain cooking spice to our meal earlier.”

“You did what?!” Hunter exclaimed in a hushed voice, shielding his eyes from the sun.

Tech shrugged his shoulders, “Ahsoka arrived and I wanted to know more about her species. Did you know that Togruta are not supposed to sweat? They have naturally cool skin, yet she has been sweating since her arrival. She is very clearly at the peak of her mating cycle.”

“Tech!” Hunter scolded.

“What? Do not tell me you did not smell it on her and the Captain both the moment they walked through our door. I figured if anyone, you’d be the first to pick up on the fact that they’ve been engaging in considerable amounts of coital activity. Not to worry, it should be wearing off soon.”

“Tech she’s a person and our guest! Not your little experiment! It was not your place to make that call,” Hunter spat, “Let me see that article.” The datapad was then passed to Hunter, who had to move himself under the shade of the umbrella to read the screen properly. Everything Tech said was true until he got down to the remedies. High amounts of sexual intercourse, lekku stimulation, certain cooking spices added to foods. “Tech, we don’t have any of these spices, this says—”

Kriffing hells. His eyes landed on the last item. That spice they did have in the kitchen. “What you used wasn’t a remedy, it’s an aphrodisiac! You only worsened her symptoms, not improved them! When Wrecker’s bed snaps in two and Rex’s dick falls off, I’ll be the first to let them know who they have to blame. ”

Wrecker watched his two brothers argue under the umbrella while he and Echo gave each other knowing looks. Omega and Lyana were on their shoulders, blissfully unaware and playing a game of nuna. “What do you think they’re arguing about this time?” he asked.

Echo grunted as Lyana nearly wrestled him and Omega down into the water, “A few ideas come to mind. But what I’m more concerned with is how unfair this game is. No way Omega and I are going to get you and Lyana under.”

“Hey!” Omega said above him, “Thanks for having confidence in me!”

“Well, where’s Rex and Ahsoka? They could take our places and give Ahsoka the chance to meet Omega!”

“I don’t know where they are and I don’t think we want to know.”

Wrecker laughed as Echo nearly toppled over, “Maybe they’re off playing their own game of nuna.”

Echo scoffed, “Yeah, something like that.”

Even when Phee had come over for dinner, Rex and Ahsoka were inseparable. They were not at all bothered with the fact that it left one less chair at the table. In fact, Ahsoka was more than happy to hop into Rex’s lap and sit there instead. Time in the water, it seemed, had only temporarily extinguished the ache in her core brought on by both her heat and Tech’s cooking.

After swimming, Lyana had begged for Omega to stay over another night at her house and Hunter gladly agreed, grateful to have her out of the house. He glowered at Tech through the entirety of the meal.

Echo looked between his brothers sourly, finally having gotten the full scoop as to what exactly was happening with his former Commander. It really was just his luck again. He shared a wall with Wrecker inside the villa and was in for yet another sleepless night with Rex and Ahsoka occupying the room.

He sulked into his thinly sliced bread and pretended not to notice how much they were moving in the seat that they shared. He chuckled to himself, thinking if he called them out on it that they’d come up with some flimsy excuse about still feeling like they were in the water.

But the joke was on him once the lights started to switch off and everyone retreated to their rooms.

Wrecker settled on the couch with nothing but his boxer shorts covered in pink Pabu flowers and a thin blanket after bidding Rex and Ahsoka a goodnight, which they were very rushed about.

“Rex,” Ahsoka sighed his name as the door slid shut. He pulled her into him, claiming her mouth with his own and already tugging off the clothes she still had on. Wrecker had spent too long attempting to clean up his room and trying but failing to find his Lula, when all they needed was a clear bed.

Already latched around his waist, Rex carried Ahsoka to the bunk, kneading her ass as she grinded against his bulge. She found the seam of his pants and pressed her swollen clit to the fabric, desperate for the friction.

Her back hit the mattress and she was quick to raise up and rid Rex of his pants while he took care of his shirt. Frantic orange fingers palmed his cock through the wet spot she’d created on them, making him hiss before she finally released him from the confines. His cock sprung free, slapping against his stomach all weeping and angry. Ahsoka took him into her mouth, wrapping her plump lips around him and putting him in the pocket of her cheek while she massaged his taut balls.

Rex let out a guttural growl and thrust into her mouth once before backing away, pulling himself from Ahsoka’s mouth with a pop. A trail of saliva connected her lips to his cock and she leaned towards the head and kissed, nuzzling his wet length and leaving her chin shining under the light of the lamp. Rex’s own eyes finally matched hers, black and consumed with her demanding heat. Grabbing her by the hips, he pulled her to the edge of the mattress and teased her folds with his full length, coating himself in her excessive amount of arousal.

Whining, Ahsoka bucked her hips, needing to feel him inside of her. Rex then threw both of her legs over his shoulders and lined himself up with her waiting hole, quickly bottoming out inside of her and in utter awe as her eager pussy swallowed his cock and adjusted to the girth.

Ahsoka squeaked when he couldn’t go any further, gripping the sheets on either side of her and relishing in how full she was. She moaned and bit her lip, giggling as she rocked her hips from side to side. His hips then slammed against hers with vigor, soaking his entire dick in her wet heat. With one hand, he rubbed at the tip of one of her montrals and with the other, he rolled the peak of a nipple between two fingers, drawing the sweetest noises past her lips.

Her pussy began to make smacking sounds as Rex’s thick cockhead dragged through the ridges of her trembling walls. “That feel good?” he asked, his voice gravelly and at a lower register than normal. He already knew the answer.

Ahsoka’s eyes fluttered and she answered him, mishearing his question, “Yes you do.”

He laughed beside her montral and dragged his teeth lightly over the curve of it, eliciting a string of expletives from Ahsoka’s mouth. She arched her back at the added sensation and gave him better access to her drooling cunt. Rex groaned and kept her ass elevated off the mattress, pounding into her messy hole. He pressed a kiss to each of the calves resting across his collarbones and watched as a smile formed on her lips, twinkling blue eyes looking up at him through her lashes. “Mesh’la,” he whispered into her hot skin.

Mewling, Ahsoka extended her arms behind her head and pressed into the wall, giving her more control to feel each of Rex’s thrusts. She bit her lip and could barely smile with the audible sounds of pleasure passing through her mouth. Her entire body was rippling with waves of electricity, the familiar coil in the pit of her stomach tightening.

She clenched around his dick and Rex’s knees nearly buckled. “Kriff, Ahsoka,” he whispered, voice strained and hoarse. Placing one foot on the mattress, Rex continued his motions, drawing a strangled moan from Ahsoka. She grabbed one of her breasts, pinning it down and rolling a nipple between her fingers while the other one bounced freely. Rex panted above her, watching her writhe beneath him and chant his name softly under her breath.

He could feel his balls begin to tighten impossibly further and his dick grow heavier, but kark if he wasn’t going to hold out until he could wring one last orgasm from her. One of his hands took hold of her other breast while the other dove lower, finding her throbbing clit with his thumb. Ahsoka clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle her own cries, babbling as Rex’s fingers expertly worked her sensitive points.

“Rex,” she sobbed over and over past her hand, his name coming out more so as moans rather than coherent words.

He whimpered, gasping for breath, “Force, ‘Soka.”

Her cunt fluttered around him, legs shaking as she came, her orgasm rippling through her body and lighting her on fire. Rex groaned, unable to stifle it with the way her heat clenched and spasmed around him. Thrusting deeply inside of her, he painted the walls of her pussy with hot ropes of cum, nearly falling forward with the way she milked him.

They both gasped, dragging air into their spent lungs, groaning and laughing as they caught their breath. Rex leaned in and kissed her gently, pulling out and noticing their combined cream at the base of his cock as he whispered sweet nothings into her montral.

Ahsoka whined at the loss of him, the feeling of being so full replaced with emptiness.

Rex collapsed beside her on the bed, peppering kisses to her lekku and face. She hummed softly and giggled, kissing his neck and allowing her hands to wander. His chest vibrated with amusement, catching her wrists and gathering them in a single hand. “Let me catch my breath, cyare. We can go again in a minute,” he breathed, the corners of his lips turning up. “For now, let’s clean you up.”

He reached down and hooked his hand behind her knee and raised it. Warm cum dribbled out of her spent hole, coating her thighs and threatening to stain onto the sheets below them.

“We made a mess,” he rasped, biting his lip and reaching for the drawers below the bunk. Surely Wrecker had a rag of sorts for situations like these. His fingers landed on something soft and he pulled it out of the drawer, finding that he was holding a red and black stuffed tooka.

Ahsoka cooed, making a face. “Rex, you’ll have to clean that up if you use it.”

His eyes were locked with hers, already leaning in to capture her lips, “Don’t worry, I’ll wash it off.”

She moaned as his mouth met hers, kissing her passionately as he brought the plush tooka between her legs, wiping up their combined juices. Ahsoka jerked as pressure was applied, the fabric rubbing against her clit and sending another round of shivers up her spine. Rex was quick to swallow her gasps and smile against her lips, tossing the tooka aside and inserting two of his fingers inside of her creamy cunt.

Wrecker sighed yet again, loudly and to purposefully get someone’s attention.

“I did suggest wearing more clothes to bed,” Tech pointed, “This is no one’s fault but your own.”

Clutching the thin blanket further around his body, Wrecker pouted, “You guys could turn the air down some.” Three resounding “no’s” stringing together, making Wrecking grumble further.

Rex and Ahsoka had finally gone. They once again had an operational temperature regulator and had all but run to the Remora as they walked out of the front door. Wrecker finally had access to his room again and hurried to put his blacks back on to retain some bit of body warmth.

Echo was already on his way back to his quarters as well, declining a cup of caf as he trudged down the hall to get some actual sleep. The sound of the headboard bumping into the wall and horribly hushed moans kept him awake through the night and into the morning. He wasn’t at all surprised when Rex and Ahsoka both declined breakfast. They’d already had each other instead.

And Tech, who was trying desperately to hide himself in his datapad, couldn’t escape the stares from Hunter, who opened his mouth to say something when a shrill cry came from Wrecker’s room.

“Please! I’ve already heard enough of that!” Echo’s muffled pleading came from the other side of the wall.

Hunter was at Wrecker’s door in seconds. “Wrecker? What is it?”

He was crouched and looking inside a drawer under his bunk. He’d plucked his Lula up by one of her horns with two fingers and a horrified expression plastered across his face.

“Oh, Wrecker… I- I wouldn’t touch that if I were you,” Hunter warned.

“What is all this stuff?” Wrecker asked, inspecting the white, hardened substance on Lula’s face and body.

Tech appeared beside Hunter. “What did— Oh. Wrecker, he did tell you not to touch that. I would listen to him if I were you.”

“Someone just tell me what‘s on my Lula!” he cried, making a move to poke at it with his index finger.

Sighing, Tech explained, “Do you not remember what you used to do with your socks back on Kamino? And Echo, the one and only time he ever cleaned our room, found them under your bunk? Well… this is what happens when that dries up.”

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