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Body Heat

[read on ao3][Rexsoka Monthly: Oct '23- Body Heat]

Rex thought he knew what blue looked like. He'd been raised atop the oceans of Kamino, had seen the stormless skies, even had the color painted on his armor. Meeting the eyes of the Togruta in the escape pod, though, he felt like he was seeing the color blue for the first time. Captain Rex accompanies General Anakin Skywalker to check the debris field of Abregado for survivors, on the lookout for two in particular: High General Plo Koon, Jedi Master, and his Padawan, Commander Ahsoka Tano.

Characters: Captain Rex/Ahsoka Tano, Anakin Skywalker, Commander Wolffe, Plo Koon Rating: E18+, Minors DNI Wordcount: 9,263

Rex respected his General. Skywalker led from the front, bent over backwards to prevent unnecessary casualties, and never asked his men to do anything he wouldn't do himself. It inspired loyalty and kept morale higher than any other battalion.

His one flaw was how attached—ironic, being a Jedi and all—he became to his little shitbox ships. The Twilight was the one he'd stolen during his mission to rescue Jabba's Huttling. He'd fixed it up. Mostly. But it rattled unnervingly as they exited hyperspace, and that made Rex nervous.

Give me an honorable death on the battlefield, he thought, a bolt to the head or even a mortar strike. Make it quick, make it clean. Not a slow one suffocating in space.

It's how most of the poor sods of the 104th had probably gone. Rex hoped that his brothers had taken their helmets off and ended it quickly instead of suffering after their air had run out. He put it from his mind and focused on his terminal.

"R2, modulate the scanner for any signs of this mystery weapon," Rex ordered.

"Negative," Skywalker corrected. "Tune it for life-forms. Highest sensitivity."

Rex turned from his terminal, confused. "Sir?"

"What's the matter, Rex?"

"Sir, I thought you said we were scouting ahead of the fleet. Why would we scan for life forms when we…" Rex stopped when he noticed the bright red star through the viewport. "Sir, is this the Abregado system?"

"Sure is." Skywalker turned around wearing a tooka's smirk.

"Didn't the Council say that we couldn't risk any more ships?" And there had been a right fight about it too, with Skywalker ending the holocall with the Jedi Council by walking away in a huff.

"We're still on our way to the staging area, we're just taking a quick look around Abregado first." Skywalker's smile thinned, took on a bitter edge. "The Council may be willing to give them up as dead without even trying to look, but I'm not."

"As far as I know, this mystery weapon doesn't leave any survivors." Rex crossed to the co-pilot seat, his heart aching. He'd already said his goodbyes to his lost brothers in private. It was too painful to hope.

"There's a first time for everything." Skywalker boosted the power to the console with a few typed commands and a flipped switch. "Have you ever met Plo Koon's Padawan?"

"Commander Tano? Not directly." He'd heard plenty about her, Wolffe never shut up about her whenever they met up at 79's—I'm telling you, Rex, the girl is crazy but she has the heart of a warrior—but he never would again, Rex realized. He was dead, and she probably was too.

"She's an old friend of mine." Skywalker's eyes softened. "We're the same age. I… I came to the Temple later than most. I didn't always get along with the other kids. The one person who was always there for me was Ahsoka." Skywalker's eyes were feverish with hope. "If there's a chance she's alive, I'm not going to write her off without even trying."

"As you say, Sir." Rex felt as though they were treading the line of insubordination, but he trusted his General with his life. Even if his little friend hadn't made it, there was a chance that a brother or two was out there clinging to the wreckage.

And if he needed to drag him out of the system because fierfecking clankers were still hiding in the debris field, there was always his stunner.

Skywalker bowed his head and closed his eyes, one hand out like he was reaching for something. He was using the Force. It wasn't the first time Rex had seen him do it, but it never stopped being impressive.

The lifeform scanner wasn't coming up with anything. "Sir..."

"Just wait."

Rex wanted to believe that at least someone had survived, but it didn't look like it. "Sir, we don't have much time before the fleet misses us—"

"She's alive!" Skywalker cranked the ship hard to starboard. R2 wheeled across the floor, screaming his dome off. "I can feel her. She's this way."

Rex held on for dear life. "As you say, Sir."

Skywalker's search light illuminated a floating pod with a small, shadowy figure clinging to the top. "There! Prepare the cable!"

"Yessir!" Rex rocketed out of his seat, aimed, snagged the pod, and dragged it into the cargo bay.

The shadowy figure had been a Jedi, General Plo Koon. He had collapsed next to the pod by the time Rex slid down the cargo bay ladder. And two brothers, Rex joyfully realized. "General, don't move. Easy does it, now, I'll activate the med-droid."

"Captain Rex." General Koon looked up, and although he didn't know how to read a Kel Dor's facial expressions, he was fairly certain that he was smiling.

Rex was just surprised he'd remembered his name.

"Master Plo!" Skywalker jogged into the cargo bay, relief clear on his face. "Are you alright?"

General Koon shivered. "I believe I am suffering from hypothermia."

Rex eyed his black fingers. "Frostbite as well, I fear, Sir. You should let the med-droid treat you."

"Such damage cannot be undone, but the damage will not progress further. Once my men have been seen to and we have escaped from this system, I will happily allow it to tend to me."

Rex spotted movement inside the pod. "General Skywalker, there's men inside!"

Skywalker yanked the pod's door off with a frantic gesture. "Ahsoka!" he shouted. "Ahsoka, are you in there?"

"Skyguy, is that you?" A high, musical voice like a bell called from the back.

Skywalker sagged with relief. "You had me worried, Snips!"

"Is Master Plo—"

"Alive, little 'Soka," the General rumbled. "And the two of you?"

"I could use some help with Wolffe!"

"Captain, help her while I get us out of here," Skywalker ordered, Koon's arm around his neck.

"Yessir." Rex climbed up, trying not to slip on the frosty buildup, poked his head inside, and—

Oh. Oh.

Rex thought he knew what blue looked like. He'd been raised atop the oceans of Kamino, had seen the stormless skies, even had the color painted on his armor. Meeting the eyes of the Togruta in the escape pod, though, he felt like he was seeing the color blue for the first time. Her eyes were bottomless, a crystalline lake of true blue that made him dizzy. Her skin was contrasting orange, with crisp white markings on her forehead and cheeks. Her lekku—striped the same blue as his armor—reached her navel, and she had a headdress of wicked-looking teeth decorating the seam of her forehead.

Her lip curled up in a smile, exposing the tip of a sharp fang. "Can I get a hand, trooper?"

Rex closed his mouth, painfully aware that he'd been staring. "Yessir," he mumbled, clamoring inside with the grace of a drunk bantha.

"I'm fine, but Wolffe is severely hypothermic." She rubbed the clone's arms.

"What's he doing out of his armor?" Rex asked, voice cracking embarrassingly. Idiot. Calm down before you pop a blood vessel like a fierfecking shiny at a peeler show.

"Out of armor rotation." She smiled, and Rex wished he had his helmet to hide his burning cheeks.

"Well, let's get him out of this ice cube." He chanced a glance back at her. She wasn't wearing the heavy robes of her Master, but a backless red battledress with the tell-tale sheen of armorweave. "You're not cold?"

"I'm freezing, but I can use the Force to protect myself from extreme temperatures for a short amount of time." Her eyes shone with grief, and it took everything Rex had to not wipe away the tears that threatened to fall. "I tried with Wolffe as well, but we were running out of air and…"

"I'm sure you did your best, Sir." Rex winced. Please don't think I'm sassing you. He hopped out with Wolffe's arm over his shoulder and laid him on the ground. "Alright, let's get some—"

"Strip." Commander Tano ripped the uniform jacket off of Wolffe like she was skinning a thimiar.

"S-Sir?" Rex stammered.

"Body heat is the most efficient way to rewarm a hypothermic patient, so lose the armor, Captain. Your brother needs you." She tore Wolffe's boots and uniform pants off, leaving him in only a pair of compression shorts, and wrapped her long arms and legs around him from behind, clinging to him like a spider.

"Commander Tano is correct." The med-droid draped a blanket over them.

Rex shucked his armor as quickly as he could until he was down to his blacks, then joined her under the blanket, trying to look anywhere but directly at her; not easy given that they were practically nose-to-nose and there weren't many other places to look. He focused on the row of teeth on her forehead so he wouldn't drown in the endless blue of her eyes.

Commander Tano grinned. "An akul."

Rex jumped like he'd been zapped with a nerf prod. "What?"

"They're akul teeth." She tapped the big one in the center. "It's a beast on Shili. It's a traditional rite of passage for my people to slay one."

"Oh." Rex swallowed. "Was it… hard?" Was it hard? Are you stupid?

Her lip quirked. "Hard?"

As if it were answering her orders, Rex felt—oh kark oh fierfek—his cock jump to half-mast. He adjusted his hips away from Wolffe's icy hip and prayed.

"Let's just say I earned them." She blinked at him slowly. There was a tiny ring of dark sapphire around her pupils. "Do you have a name, Captain?"

"Yes, Sir. It's Rex, Sir."

"Rex. I like that."

"Thank you." Rex cleared his throat. Blood. Vomit. The Sickener. Why are you hard, just go down, please go down… "So, ah, how long have you been a Padawan?" How long have you—shut UP, trooper, why are you asking her that?

If she found him impertinent, she didn't let on. "Eight years. I was eleven when Master Plo chose me as his student." She smiled wistfully. "He's the one who found me on Shili when I was little. He brought me to the Temple where I belonged."

"That's good. Good that he found you, I mean. Or else you wouldn't have become a Jedi." Why were her eyes so hypnotizing? Why were her lips so perfectly plush and full? Why did the backs of her hands feel so good pressed against his chest?

The lights died. Commander Tano looked around, confused.

"Hey, what's with the lights?" Sinker demanded.

Boost struggled to his feet. "We should get up to the bridge." He tripped and almost knocked himself out on the ladder.

The med-droid caught him before he hit the floor. "You're too weak. I will go see what is wrong." It clambered up the ladder with a noise like a toolbox being shaken.

"I hope that ship hasn't returned." Commander Tano looked troubled.

"Ship?"

"The Seppies' secret weapon. It's a ship armed with a massive ion cannon. It disables—"

The lights flickered back on. The ship lurched violently, throwing them all across the hangar into a pile.

"Kriff!"

"What in the—"

"Ow!"

"I really hate it when Anakin flies," Commander Tano groaned. "Sound off, men."

"Sinker."

"Boost."

"Rex," Rex wheezed, his diaphragm still in spasm.

"Wolffe, you alive?" Commander Tano reached behind her and awkwardly took his pulse. "Oh, good. He'd never forgive me for letting him die naked."

The ship tilted again. The group tumbled across the floor and slammed into the side of the escape pod in a tangled heap.

"Ow!"

"Get your karking knee out of my spine!"

"I'm trying—"

"Um, Captain?" Commander Tano patted his shoulder.

To his horror, Rex realized he was flush against her—on top of her—stars, between her legs—he still had a halfie—karking, kriffing son of a Hutt—

"I-I-I'm so sorry, Commander!" He threw himself to the side, rolled over Wolffe, squashing him a little—sorry brother—and frantically searched for the blanket.

"Stay with Wolffe and get him warm," Commander Tano ordered, smoothing her dress. Her hands slowed on her hips. "I'm going to see why Anakin's flying a skiff like a podracer." Her eyes lingered on Rex before she turned and darted nimbly up the ladder with an alien grace that left his mouth dry.

" ...Yessir." He finally spotted the blanket stuck to the side of the pod. He wrapped up with Wolffe again on the floor and willed his roaring pulse to settle.

She didn't notice. She didn't. Stop panicking. Rex took a deep breath in and let it out, shaking. He was stupid, so stupid—stars and tides, he was a Captain, why was he acting like a shiny who had walked into 79's and seen a woman for the first time in his life?

"Commander?" Wolffe murmured, stirring.

"Easy, brother," Rex began. "You're—"

"Saber's poking me," Wolffe mumbled.

Rex shut up.

A week later after the massacre at Abregado was avenged, Rex found himself sitting across from a drunk Wolffe at 79's. He looked haunted in a way that Rex wished he couldn't empathize with.

The survivors of Abregado—they called them the Wolfpack, now—were the last members standing of the entire 104th. Their numbers were being replenished, word spreading of hundreds of shinies on their way from Kamino, but who would lead them was unclear. General Koon needed time to recover, and according to Wolffe…

"They don't trust a Padawan to lead us," Wolffe said bitterly. He finished off his beer, swiped his hand across his lips. "A load of kung. Commander Tano is brilliant, you hear me?" He swayed in his seat. "Brilliant."

"I hear you." Rex shifted uncomfortably. The music was loud and gave him a headache. The nightclub was packed with clones and chasers in equal numbers, flirting at the bar and grinding on the dance floor and necking in corners.

"General Koon'll come back someday. He… he won't let this beat him." Wolffe looked like he wanted to cry. "I tried. I couldn't boost the signal any more than I did. The power died, and so did the life support, and—"

"You've got nothing to blame yourself for, brother." Rex clasped his shoulder. "You've had enough. Let's get you back to the barracks, alright?"

"They're empty," Wolffe whispered.

Rex felt his stomach clench like a fist. He remembered that first quiet night back in the barracks after Teth and fought the burning sting of salt behind his eyes. I'll see you on the march, brothers. "Sleep at the 501st's. All three of you."

Wolffe nodded miserably. He didn't thank Rex, but he didn't need to.

As luck would have it, Coric had just hailed a cab and was headed back. He waited for Rex to hunt down Sinker and Boost and then tucked Wolffe in between them. "Come on, Captain, squeeze in. There's room."

Rex realized his helmet wasn't clipped to his belt. "Wait for me?" he asked the cabbie.

The Ugnaught snorted. "Buddy, there's twenty cabs circling this block this time o' night. I ain't gotta wait for you, and you ain't gotta wait for me."

"He'll only be a minute!" Coric protested.

"It's fine. I'll catch the next one." Rex waved them off and headed back inside. His helmet was sitting right where he'd left it: in a corner booth a few strides away from the bar, overlooking the dance floor.

The hooded figure sitting beside it, nursing a shimmery, pink-purple drink in a cocktail glass, had definitely not been there a minute ago.

"C-Commander Tano?" Rex stammered.

She peeked out from under the brim of her heavy brown cloak: her blue eyes made him instantly dizzy. "Captain Rex." She stroked the jaig eyes on his helmet like they were markings on a tooka's forehead, her orange fingers just a tad too long with an extra joint that Humans didn't have.

"I, um…" Rex cleared his throat, shifted his weight. "What're you—I mean you're—are Jedi allowed to be in bars?" What is wrong with you?

"I can't say that it's encouraged, but neither is it forbidden." The tip of her upper left fang caught the light as she smiled. "Have a drink with me?"

"O-Of course, Sir." Rex sat down, ramrod straight, unsure of what to do with his hands.

"What are you drinking?"

Rex had already had two beers and the last thing he wanted to do was start belching in her face. He eyed her drink curiously. "What's that?"

"Half shimmerwine, half jogan fruit juice. The favored drink of Padawans trying to stretch their contraband. Anakin calls it a dizzy zeltron." She swirled the glass and took a sip. "It's not very strong, but it certainly tastes good. Would you like to try it?" She handed it to him without waiting for an answer.

Rex started breathing manually. He stared at the delicate imprint of her lips on the glass as he took a sip and—oh, that's karking delicious. Sweet and tangy, with the astringent bite of alcohol only at the very end. He nodded with appreciation and handed it back. Her bare fingers just barely brushed his, leaving behind tingles. "Very good, Sir."

"You can drop the Sir for tonight, Rex." She brought up the holomenu, plugged in an order for a second dizzy zeltron, and waited for the bartender droid to wheel it over before she raised her glass. "To my knighthood."

"You were knighted?" Rex asked, surprised.

"This morning." Her smile thinned. "It was… bittersweet. It was decided that Abregado and the hunt for the Malevolence were fit to serve as my trials. Master Plo said I was ready, and as his injuries are too severe for him to continue to teach me…" She shrugged.

"How severe?" he asked, dreading the answer.

She took a deep breath. "All of the fingers on his left hand, his right arm up to his wrist, and his left foot were amputated. And he has deep scarring where his mask burned his skin. He almost lost a pedipalp, but thankfully it should heal as long as it doesn't go septic."

Kriffing hells. "Wolffe will be sorry to hear that," Rex said after sitting stunned for uncountable seconds.

"Yes, he's a Kel Dor and his biology grants him some resistance, but he spent two hours exposed to the vacuum of space." Commander Tano shook her head. "He's truly a Master of the Force. I'm honored to have been his apprentice." Her eyes went misty. "But unfortunately I have been deemed too inexperienced to lead the sixth systems army in his stead. That is a role for a High General, a Council member, not a freshly-knighted Jedi."

"Oh." Rex sipped his fancy drink, unsure of how to answer as he didn't exactly…

"You don't disagree." She watched him impassively, giving away nothing.

"I…" Rex hesitated.

"Don't worry. Regardless of what Anakin may have told you, I'm not that cocky." She chuckled, and Rex's heart started beating again. "They're still deciding where I'll be assigned. They may be putting together a new company from a few depleted ones."

"Why not stay with the 104th?"

"The 104th is the battalion attached to the High General. They're… reserved, I suppose you could say." She finished off her drink, shook her head. "I wish I knew where I was going. I don't like not knowing the future."

"Can't… Can't Jedi see the…" Rex stopped, his cheeks on fire. Be normal. Be NORMAL.

"I've had a dream or two that proved to be a premonition, but I'm no seer." She traced the rim of her empty glass. "If only I was. I could have foreseen Abregado."

"No one could have foreseen it," Rex said immediately, feeling the strange need to reassure her.

Something in her blue eyes seemed to tremble. "I will miss working with Wolffe." She looked away. "He's a very good man. And a good mentor. He's taught me a great deal about strategy." Her lip twitched. "And how to play Corellian Spike."

"He's cleaned me out more than once." Rex's smile faded. "He won't be happy that you're being reassigned, especially if General Koon's not coming back."

"Perhaps… no. He'll stay with the 104th. That's where he's meant to be, and the memories of our time together will be enough." She shook her head and gave him a watery smile. "So, Rex, what's it like working with Anakin Skywalker?"

"Well, General—"

"Ahsoka," she interrupted. "No ranks tonight, if you don't mind. Just call me Ahsoka."

"A-As you say… Ahsoka." Her name felt as beautiful as it was impudent in his mouth. "Well, I'm proud to serve under General Skywalker, first and foremost. He cares about his men. He'd never ask any one of us to do something he wasn't willing to do. When we drop into a hot zone, he's right there leading the way."

"He always did like being the center of attention." Gen—Ahsoka—her smile grew. "So be honest, how many times has he crashed a ship with you onboard?"

They traded stories about Anakin Skywalker for what felt like hours. The lights from the dance floor spun hypnotically in her huge eyes. The dark kept her pupils enormous and pushed out the endless blue into a tiny ring. After his third dizzy zeltron, the edges of the bar started to turn fuzzy around the edges, the diluted shimmerwine finally bringing on a small buzz. When he managed to escape her eyes he lingered on her plush lips, the winged markings that kissed her cheeks, the curve of her jaw, the soft breaks in the pattern of blue stripes on her lekku, her delicate hands. Her nails were painted dark gray. Does she know what that means to us? he wondered, watching them trace her glass and drum on the table and once, squeeze his wrist in an overly-familiar gesture that started his pulse racing, turned his throat tight and made it hard to swallow.

She was so beautiful, especially when she laughed. But as she started to share stories about not just his General but her men, he saw the sadness grow in her eyes. She kept her hood up—she hadn't said so, but she didn't seem to want anyone else to notice her—and used it to hide those fathoms of blue once they started to redden with unshed tears.

"This is nice." Ahsoka's smile returned, sending his heart racing yet again. "It's… it's nice to be around clones again. It's comforting."

"Comforting?"

"I can feel you. All of you." Her lip quivered. "All of my men are dead. I couldn't save them. But I can… I can pretend, here, for a little while. That these beautiful minds that I feel in the Force are the minds of my men, and they're safe and happy and full of life and joy, not…" She took a deep, shuddering breath. "That they're not…"

"Hey." Rex had reached out and put his hand over hers before he could stop himself. "Abregado wasn't your fault."

"I know. I still… I wish I could have saved more. I felt their lives wink out like stars out there as those horrible droids were hunting them down, and I felt so helpless." She laughed humorlessly. "I can say without a doubt that helpless is my least-favorite emotion." She turned his hand over and traced his palm with a delicate touch.

"I agree." He could feel her pulse in her fingertips. Is it supposed to be that fast?

"I…" Ahsoka trailed off. She stared at his fingers, haunted. "I'm a Knight now. A General. They… promoted me for failing the 104th, and now they want me to do it again."

"You saved Wolffe, Sinker and Boost," Rex immediately said. "It's… it's not many, but it's better than saving none at all."

"How can you even look at me?" she asked. "Thousands of your brothers died. Thousands. I'm supposed to protect them, and I f-failed them." She wiped her eyes before tears could fall.

Rex wished he could wring Dooku's neck for making her cry. "You saved who you could. That's all anyone could have asked." He took a deep breath. "Did you hear about the battle on Teth?"

"Teth." She bit her bottom lip. "It… it sounds familiar, but I'm sorry, I can't recall the details. When was it?"

"Only a month ago. General Skywalker was called upon to rescue the son of Jabba the Hutt after he was kidnapped by the Seppies—"

"That's right. It was right after Christophsis was secured. They framed Anakin as the kidnapper." Her lip curled up in disgust. "Idiots. Anyone who knows Anakin even a little bit knows he would never have anything to do with the Hutts of his own free will."

"They were holding the little stinker in a monastery on Teth. It… was a rough fight. Torrent Company landed with a hundred and forty-four men. By the time General Kenobi arrived with reinforcements, we were down to six."

Ahsoka's jaw dropped. "I'm so sorry," she whispered.

"General Skywalker had been personally tasked with returning the Huttlet to Tatooine. He fully intended to come back and support us, but he was forced to leave us behind after discovering that the Huttlet was sick and on death's door."

"He left you?" Ahsoka's eyes bugged out of her head.

"On the orders of Chancellor Palpatine and the Jedi Council." Rex fought to keep his voice steady and his tone neutral. Judging by her reaction, General Skywalker hadn't told his friend about Teth for a reason. "He was not pleased, but he followed orders and completed his mission."

"But he left you." Ahsoka's eyes shone with tears.

"He completed his mission," Rex repeated gently. "I don't resent him for it. The mission comes first, always."

"The mission." Ahsoka stared down at the dancers writhing under the colorful lights below them for a few silent moments. "The mission of the Jedi," she began, "our purpose, our lifelong oath, is to protect and preserve life. Not abandon it to certain doom."

"It wasn't that certain," Rex joked lamely. "I'm here, aren't I?"

"Yes, you are." She laughed, then, and the bitterness that clung to the edges of those musical notes shocked him. "No thanks to him, clearly, but you survived. The Force protected you that day. I'm grateful that it did."

"Don't think too poorly of the General," Rex said, suddenly swamped with guilt. If I just turned Skywalker's oldest friend against him… "I didn't bring it up to lay blame, but to tell you I've been where you are and I know how hard it is to be one of the few who survived. There's still no one I trust more to lead the 501st. He's a good man, and he… wasn't happy about it, believe me. If the choice had been up to him, he would have stayed."

Her hand, still resting in his, twitched like she'd been shocked. "I do believe you. I suppose that unlike Anakin, I'm having trouble reconciling my upbringing with my new role. I never expected to be in a position where I would have to… to decide who lives and dies on such an enormous scale. Until Abregado, I thought nothing would be worse than Geonosis. Nothing could be worse than Geonosis. But it was just the beginning of the carnage, wasn't it?"

Rex fiddled with his empty glass, unsure of how to answer. "Hopefully we can turn it all around," he said feebly.

Ahsoka pulled her hand away. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be burdening you with all of this—"

"You're not!" Rex interrupted. "I-I mean, it's, um, it's…"

Ahsoka raised one brow marking, a curious tilt to her head.

"Whatever… b-burden you need to unload, I can handle it. But it's not a burden. It's just talking, and talking's good. You can talk to me." Shut up you karking moron, shut up, shut up—

"Thank you, Rex." Ahsoka smiled. "You're a very kind man. Anakin is lucky to have you as his first-in-command."

Rex wasn't sure that he'd ever been called kind before. "Thank you, S—Ahsoka."

Her smile widened. She leaned forward. "I like the way you say my name."

"Y-You do?" Rex asked, head spinning and not from the shimmerwine.

"Yes. You say it like it's… precious."

Rex's mouth was drier than the deserts of Tatooine. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her lips. "Yeah. Yeah, I suppose it is. It's yours."

"And that makes it precious?"

"It's, um… it s-suits you." Rex's ears were on fire. The roars of his brothers' distant laughter, the clinking of drinks, the thumping bass music; all of it disappeared into the background, leaving them in an isolation chamber of his own imagination.

"Are you calling me precious?" She traced the stem of her fancy glass with one long finger.

Rex was either going to have a heart attack or he was already having one. His pulse was like a bass drum in his ears, fast and loud and pumping blood away from his brain and into—stop it, stop it, not now, she's still got tears in her bloody eyes you pervert—it didn't matter how bad he felt about it, his codpiece was getting tight and he had no idea what to do about it.

"Rex?" Ahsoka licked her lips innocently.

"I should get back to the barracks. It's, um, it's getting late, a-and PT starts at 0600." Rex awkwardly clambered out of the booth, praying that the plate preserving his dignity didn't pop off.

"Oh. Alright." Ahsoka took to her feet far more gracefully than him. "May I fly you back?"

"You have a speeder?"

She shrugged. "A bike."

He'd… he'd have to hold onto her… waist…

"I don't want to be a bother," Rex forced himself to say.

"It's no bother. The barracks are actually on the way back to the Temple."

"Oh. Yeah, alright, um… you're… you haven't had too many to fly, right?"

"I'm fine. Jedi are trained in the ability to control our body chemistry and eliminate toxins in the blood. I'm as sober as a judge." Her smile faltered. "Unless you'd rather take a cab. I, ah, I don't want you to feel like it's an order or any—"

"No!" Rex exclaimed, panicking. You hurt her feelings, idiot! "I'd be grateful for the lift… Ahsoka."

She beamed at him. "Then follow me. Don't forget your helmet."

Her speederbike was parked in the back of the lot beside 79's. It wasn't a model he recognized; or rather it looked like a mish-mash of three different models he sort of recognized, but had never quite seen in that configuration.

"It's a Skywalker special." Ahsoka's eyes shone with a green, felinoid flash in the low light.

"Sorry?"

"My bike." She lifted one long, long leg and threw it over the seat. "Anakin helped me build it for my advanced mechanics module. The frame is a T-85 with handlebar extensions to accommodate my wingspan, the engine is a rebuilt Undicur modified to work without that dumb hydroxofluxazine coolant, and the repulsorlift coil is from a Renatta swoop that I tweaked to give me a little faster lift without sacrificing horizontal acceleration speed." She patted it fondly, like it was a loyal hound. It was painted bright green.

"And it's… skyworthy?"

"Of course it is." She frowned. "Don't you trust me?"

"Of course!" Rex exclaimed embarrassingly fast. His cheeks burned. "I just, uh, well, General Skywalker's mech projects aren't always…"

"That's why I asked if you trusted me." She kicked it to life, and it came to with a throaty purr. "Hop on."

He slid behind her, never more thankful for the protection of his hardshell in his life. His bare fingers rested gingerly on her waist.

"Hold on!" she said cheerily. She punched upwards and forced him to grab her before he tumbled ass-over-tit off the back. "You alright back there?"

"Fine," Rex said faintly, his heart screaming along at a thousand miles an hour. You're not dying. You're on a speederbike with a pretty girl. She's giving you a ride home because she's a Jedi and a nice person. She doesn't know you're hard. You're not dying. You're not dying. Shut up shut up shut up—

An orange arm shot backwards and pulled him closer. "You can come closer, Rex, I don't bite," she laughed. "Not without a good reason, anyway."

His groin throbbed with a new rush of blood. His stiff length felt like it was being squeezed with a fist, his codpiece strangling him as much as it was protecting her from his depravity. You're so pathetic that sitting behind a pretty girl has you ready to shoot off? Idiot, mutant, freak—

"Do you like music?" She didn't wait for him to answer. She flicked a switch without taking her hands off the handlebars and soft, slow-tempoed electronic music filled his helmet. "I got tired of not being able to hear it over all the honking," she said, tilting her head; a thin, transparent sticky disk on her left montral caught the headlights. "It's a mini tightbeam modded to have only point-five meter range, so I don't accidentally start blasting skonk in some poor grandfather's hearing aid in the speeder beside me."

"Smart." He focused on the music, and lowering his blood pressure, and not his cramping thighs, quivering in his desperate fight to keep them from resting against hers. The pressure of his cod pressed up against her back was not helping, nor was the vibration of the engine.

Her lekku caught his eye. She was leaning forward, but if she tilted back they would rest on his bare hands. He couldn't help but stare at them, wonder how they felt to the touch—soft, they look soft and heavy—if they could move like a Twi'lek's or if they were static. They jiggled and swayed with the wind like—stop it—and their blue stripes matched his. It's a shame there's no room for her in the 501st. She was born wearing our colors.

But maybe it was a good thing she wasn't. How could he ever keep his mind on the mission if she was in the line of fire? General Skywalker led the charge with a laugh, was she secretly as insane as he was?

Wolffe had called her fearless, a warrior that would give the Alphas a run for their credits; he didn't give that kind of praise to just anyone, which meant… She's probably worse.

They glided to a stop at a red light. "What're you thinking about?" she asked.

Rex gaped like a fish for a few seconds. "Not much," he forced out, trying to sound casual.

"I sense that you've got a lot on your mind." She glanced at him in the side mirror; she was smiling.

"Just, uh…" He coughed, stalling. "I was wondering, um…" He spotted a billboard with an orange Mirialan enthusiastically licking a small glowing treat on a stick. "What's a quasicle?"

"You've never had a quasicle?"

"No?"

Without signaling or bothering to wait for the light, Ahsoka banked hard to the right and left the traffic lane for one directly below them.

"What are you doing?" Rex yelled, hanging onto her waist for dear life. Oh she's definitely worse.

"Getting you a quasicle!" She barrel-rolled into the traffic lane—and there was that honking she'd mentioned—and passed over the gates of Monument Plaza.

"It's really not that important, Comman—Gen—Ahsoka!" Just let go and fall. It'd be less embarrassing.

"You'll love it. All of my boys had a sweet tooth." He watched her smile sadly in her side mirror. "Master Plo used to order them in bulk." She laughed suddenly. "Oh no, I just realized… there's probably quasicles floating around in the debris site."

Her laughter was infectious. It was a stupid thing to laugh about—it wasn't even funny—but it was so absurd that he couldn't help it.

She glided down into a parking space near a fountain. "Come on. I know a stand not far from here." She lowered her hood, slung that long, long leg over the front of the speeder like an acrobat, and took off down the stone path at a brisk pace. Dark gardens with the odd photoluminescent something-or-other lay on either side. "Before the war, Master Plo and I would come here sometimes to meditate and do our Salutation to the Force." She glanced over her shoulder; her big blue eyes were wet again. "Perhaps the last time was the last time. It's a shame I didn't commit our visit to memory more thoroughly."

As soon as she looked back around, Rex discretely adjusted his codpiece.

"We would always get a little treat afterwards—that's what Master always called it, just a little treat to end our lesson on a sweet note." She swiped at her eyes. "Gah, I'm speaking as though he's dead. He's not, he's alive and in bacta. He's changed, and he will need time to recover before he returns to the field, but our time together is not over."

"That's right." Rex inwardly sighed with relief knowing that General Koon would eventually return. Wolffe would sleep better not tossing and turning about it.

"It's just down here." She broke into a jog towards a brightly-lit machine, stark-white sides bearing the same orange Mirialan that had graced the billboard. "Okay, there's lots of flavors—my favorite's the Elixir, it's a mix of meiloorun, snozzberry and leemeh—and Master Plo's favorite is Winterberry, that's cinnamon, butter and parna berries, but something about cinnamon ice just tastes odd to me. I've also tried—"

She babbled on, more animated than he could have imagined a Jedi could be, as excited as a cadet with a pudding cup. The machine's white lights made her markings glow. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

She blinked at him. "Rex?"

She'd stopped talking, and he had been too transfixed to realize it. "E-Elixir," he sputtered after an embarrassingly long silence, unable to remember any other flavor if he'd had a blaster to his head. "Elixir sounds perfect."

"Great choice." She fed the machine credit squares with a grin. "Bucket off, trooper" She handed him a glowing chunk of orange ice on a stick and ripped the cover off of hers immediately.

"Reckon it's radioactive?" Rex examined the glowing treat with a little apprehension.

She burst into laughter. "No. It's made with a special kind of bioluminescent sugar from Mirial. A fellow Padawan of mine, Barriss, gave me some candy once that glowed just like this. It tasted like roses." She took a small nip off the top and sighed happily. "So, have you ever been here?" She made off down the path at a slow walk and gestured for him to follow.

His eyebrows went up at the fruity treat—it was tangy, sweet, ice cold and made his tongue tingle like he'd licked a battery. "Monument Plaza? No. The barracks and the bar are really the only places I've been for the most part. Biscuit Baron once."

She laughed. "Let me guess who took you there. Master Plo has a weakness for the place as well. He only allows himself to indulge once a year." Her smile grew. "My birthday."

"He sounds like a good man."

"He is." She smiled wistfully. "I'm honored that he chose me as his Padawan. I love him very much."

Rex's eyebrows went up. "Love? Is that… er… I thought Jedi weren't supposed to…"

She shook her head. "Everyone gets that wrong. Jedi are allowed to love. In fact, it's the core tenet of our philosophy. We must show endless compassion, unconditional love, for all life in the galaxy, whether they be friend or foe. What we as Jedi forgo is attachment to that love. We must accept that treasured items can break or be lost, friends can leave or d-die." She cleared her throat. "We must stay in the moment and accept that nothing is permanent except the Force. I will miss seeing Wolffe every day, but I accept that our time together is over, as is my time as Master Plo's Padawan. I will always hold those memories dear in my heart, but I must not become so attached to what was that I lose sight of what is."

Rex fought his need to stare at her, to commit every millimeter of her face to memory. General Skywalker had told him about Angels once, beings that lived on one of the moons of Iego and were said to be the most beautiful creatures in the galaxy—"Though I'm sure I've seen better," Skywalker said, his mouth twisting in a wry half-grin—and now Rex couldn't help but wonder if he'd been thinking about the Togruta in front of him, too.

"I like your hair," Ahsoka blurted out. Her stripes seemed… Are they darker, or is that just the light? "I wasn't sure if it was rude to ask or not…"

"Ask what?" Rex asked, slightly dazed.

"Is that your, ah, your natural color or is it bleached?"

"Oh, uh…" Rex ran his hand over his buzzcut self-consciously. "It's natural. Pops up every now and again. The Kaminoans engineered slight gene variations among us, you know, just to make sure that a whole generation doesn't get knocked out by a virus or something, and sometimes… recessive traits in the Prime pop up."

"The Prime. Jango Fett?" A shiver went down her spine. "I heard he was a force to be reckoned with. He managed to face off with Master Kenobi and not just survive, but come out victorious. I assure you that is no easy feat."

"I agree. I served under General Kenobi in the 212th Attack Battalion before the 501st was created. I saw how fierce of a fighter he is firsthand."

"That's right, I forgot about that." Her lip twitched. "I have to say, blue suits you better than marigold."

Rex's cheeks burned. "H-he—Jango Fett, I mean—he was the best fighter in the galaxy. It's why they chose him as the template. But he was also a traitor to the Republic, an assassin, a snake. It is our honor to erase his stain on the galaxy."

"Well, I like the hair. It makes you unique." Her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked on her treat.

The fabric inside his codpiece was getting uncomfortably damp. He took a deep breath in and focused on the glowing ice thing in his hand. It tasted heavenly. It's what kissing her would taste like.

They entered a wide open pavilion with a big rock sitting near the opposite edge. It was almost empty of any other visitors, only a few dozen… couples, judging by the way they were holding hands, wandering about chatting while a little guardian droid zoomed through them. "Oh, have you seen Umate?" Ahsoka sped up. "It's the peak of the tallest mountain on Coruscant. Technically, it's the only piece of the planet's surface one can still touch." She approached it reverently, closed her eyes and leaned on it with one hand.

Rex gave the monument a once-over. It looked… well, it looked like a big rock. But Ahsoka looked radiant, whatever she was sensing bringing a soft smile to her face.

Her eyes fluttered open. "Do you want to touch it?" She stepped to the side. "Go on. It's good luck."

Rex stepped forward, humoring her, and reached out. "You're sure this is allowed?"

"You just saw me do it, didn't you?"

Rex threw a wary glance at the patrolling droid and gingerly touched the gray stone. He… felt nothing. It was rough and cold.

Ahsoka stepped behind him. "Trillions of souls on this planet, all living and dying in an endless cycle in the air," she murmured, "but right now, you are the only living being touching the surface."

"I suppose when you put it that way…" is what Rex said. Whatever you say, beautiful, is what he meant. He took a step back. "There's so little exposed. I wonder if they'll build over it one day."

"It will be a sad day if they do."

Rex bit off the last of his quasicle. The whole inside of his mouth was pleasantly tingly.

"I suppose we ought to get back." Ahsoka collected his stick and passed it on with hers to a little roving MSE droid. "Thank you for indulging me."

"Thanks for the quasicle."

"I'm happy you liked my suggestion." She ducked her head with a smile. "I, ah… You know, I'd originally planned to celebrate with the Wolfpack tonight."

"Oh?"

"Yes. I was going to surprise them, but then I started feeling doubts over whether or not they would want to see me. It's not that I think they bear me ill-will, but… well, 79's is a clone space, one you should feel free to relax in. The chance that I would be imposing my presence on them when it was unwanted was too much to risk."

"I can assure you that your concerns were unwarranted," Rex said. "Wolffe thinks it's egregious that you aren't entrusted with the 104th. It's all he could talk about. He thinks the galaxy of you."

"Oh." Those stripes of hers were definitely darker. "That's reassuring. But it's… not the only reason."

Rex heard a distant rumbling. "What other reason?"

Ahsoka turned her face to the sky, squinting. "I don't remember rain being programmed for tonight."

"Maybe a flash update." The wind picked up. "Run?"

"Run!" Ahsoka bolted. Her rear lek wagged like a puppy tail as she ran.

Rex put his helmet on and followed. He couldn't help but imagine that view on the front lines, chasing her into the face of death. He'd follow her into hell itself. You'll never see her again after tonight.

"We're not going to make it!" she called back. Raindrops smacked against the ground. Ahsoka darted to the right though the greenery towards a covered picnic pavilion, dark and empty of any visitors.

They were halfway there when the sky opened up in a torrential downpour. Rex was protected, but Ahsoka was drenched to the bone in a matter of seconds. A scant meter from the pavilion's edge, she tripped on her soggy robe and almost face-planted into an aura blossom bush.

"Gotcha!" Rex caught her by the waist halfway to the ground, his bucket an inch away from her face.

Her big blue eyes blinking hypnotically, rain smacking against the back of his helmet, her mouth hanging open in surprise—

He snapped to his full height so fast that he nearly blacked out. "Almost made it," he said, hurrying them under cover.

"Almost. Thank you for the save."

"That's my job, Sir."

She snorted, shrugged out of her robe and tossed it onto a far table with a wet smack! "Well, this was unexpected." Her bare back glistened with raindrops.

"I'll say."

"At least you have your helmet." Ahsoka rubbed her arms and shivered. "And of course the temperature dropped. How rude. I'm filing a complaint with the weather bureau in the morning."

Rex immediately looked around for something to make a fire with. Everything was ferrocrete and durasteel.

"I guess I'll get to see how good that water protectant really is." She hopped atop a picnic table and rested her feet on the bench. "The seats on my bike are real akul leather. I harvested it myself on my last trip to Shili. The Togrutas at the Temple like to go as a group for an Initiate's coming-of-age hunt." Her hands twisted in her lap, fiddling with the edge of her damp skirt. "Most of the akul will go to whatever tribe's lands we're hunting on, of course, but we all usually take a little bit. Master Shaak Ti takes two teeth on every hunt she goes on. Master Altair Raj inlaid bone shards into the hilt of his lightsaber. I like to take leather—well, the skin, I mean. I tan it myself. I've made a few things. I made my belt." She smoothed her hands over the leather straps hugging her hips. "It's… nice to work with your hands. Rewarding." She was overtaken with a full-body shiver.

"I thought you could control your body temperature?" Rex yanked off his helmet, trying not to panic.

"I can maintain it a lot better than I can adjust it, and I'm trying to bring it back up." She shivered again and rubbed her bare arms.

"Body heat is the most efficient way to rewarm a hypothermic patient, Captain."

His erection, which had barely eased, made a painful resurgence out of sheer adrenaline; he knew what he had to do, he just didn't know how he was going to do it without humiliating himself. Rex's brain felt like an unstable, staticky supernova and he moved slowly, like he was in a dream, but he unclasped his pauldron and let it rest on another table.

"Rex?" Ahsoka's eyes widened.

"Can't have you getting hypothermia on my watch, Sir." That's right, Captain. General Tano requires medical assistance and you will provide it. His cuirass came off. His greaves. He finished stripping to his waist, then hopped up beside her and tugged her into an awkward side-hug. "Body heat, remember?"

"Oh." She cleared her throat. "Yeah, you're right. Good thinking, Captain."

They sat in stone silence and watched the rain. Rex's groin throbbed like he had a tourniquet wrapped around his member. Ahsoka's arms snaked around his waist and her head rested on his heart. She slowly stopped shivering and melted against his side. At some point, he closed his eyes and just listened to the rain. He could feel her pulse in the vein that ran down the outside of her lek, a thomp-thomp-thomp against his heart, a fluttering sensation like the wings of a trapped sparrow.

She felt good in his arms. She felt right in his arms, like she'd been engineered to fit perfectly in them—or that he'd been designed to hold her—but either way, even if General Grievous himself had started coughing behind them he wouldn't have been able to let her go.

One long, elegant hand came up and gently traced a tingling meridian down his chest. "The other reason why I didn't join Wolffe was because I saw you there," Ahsoka murmured.

His stomach clenched. "Oh?" he asked, his voice cracking like a cadet's.

"I don't know what it is about you, Rex, but I…" She sounded so unsure of herself. "I feel myself drawn to you and I'm not sure why."

Rex's heart pounded like a drum, like a bomb ticking down, 5…4…3…

She watched him closely for a few moments. Her eyes changed, became… hungry, almost predatory—Togrutas are an ambush predator—then she cupped his cheek. "May I kiss you?" she whispered.

The world shorted out and turned white, like a flash grenade had gone off in his brain, every anti-fraternization regulation in the manual streaming across his scrambled mind like a news ticker; even so, he couldn't do anything but nod, stunned into dumbfounded silence, unwilling to deny her anything she wanted—and what he wanted, more than he'd ever wanted anything before.

Ahsoka's lips delicately pressed against his, soft and full and delightfully cold. Her mouth opened just slightly and her tongue darted across his lips, the taste of Elixir blooming behind it. He groaned and pushed helplessly back into the kiss, clumsily meeting her tongue. Is this happening? Is it really happening, am I kissing her? Kissing a Jedi?

Her fingers scratched the back of his head, searching for purchase and finding none. His hand came up, slid up her bare back, traced her lek—soft, so soft—and finally cupped the back of her neck, pushing up against the silkiest, hottest skin he'd ever felt. She gasped, and before he knew it his lap was full of warm, writhing Togruta, one leg thrown over him before he could even register she'd moved. She ground down on his codpiece, so painfully tight that the pressure nearly made him scream—in pleasure or pain, he wasn't sure, but either way it was the best thing he'd ever felt. Her fingers traced over his chest, ten lines of fire that burned from within. She slipped over his cod and cupped him through the plastoid, and all he could think was is this what dying feels like?

She deepened the kiss, licking into his mouth. She took his free hand and put it on her soft breast—fierfeck, hold it together trooper—and moaned, "Rex," as she ground down on him again and again. She wasn't cold anymore, she was on fire in his arms, burning like a star. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she rode him, gasping with pleasure.

It was too much. He'd been fighting his arousal for too long. With a sharp cry into her mouth and a helpless upwards thrust of his hips, he lost the fight against pleasure and came, a tidal wave of pure, devastating sensation that left him floundering. She sped up, circling her hips, rubbing against his codpiece until a few moments later she finally stiffened and threw her head back with a rapturous moan of her own. His spirit slowly floated down and climbed back inside his body, painfully aware of the warm, sticky mess inside his blacks.

"S-S-Sorry," he forced out, cheeks burning with the mortification. You. Idiot.

Ahsoka paused, panting softly, and kissed him again. "The rain has stopped," she whispered after a few moments, pulling away. He hadn't even noticed. "We… we should get you back to the barracks."

"I, uh…"

She dismounted him with a wince and pulled her battledress back down, concealing the giant wet spot at the apex of her thighs. She carefully climbed off the table and hobbled over to her wet cloak.

The horrifying clarity of what they'd just done slammed into him like a turbo-train. You'll be sent back to Kamino and decommissioned for this if it gets out. "Commander Tano, I…"

"That's General Tano, trooper." She winked. "And I'd appreciate it if you could keep this between us. No bragging to the boys. Especially Wolffe."

Wolffe's miserable face flashed across his mind's eye. You won't have to worry about Kamino if Wolffe finds out. "I'll take it to the grave, Sir," he said hoarsely.

She smiled. Why does she look sad? "Good man."

Neither of them spoke a word on the ride back. When they arrived at the barracks, she let him off with a soft smile and a nod, then took off into the night like a dream spirit.

Rex wandered into the barracks in a daze. His office clock said he had an hour before PT started. He didn't bother sleeping. He dekitted in his office, chucked his blacks in the laundry then headed to the showers to scrub himself clean.

He could never tell anyone what had happened. They wouldn't believe you anyway.

He grabbed a fresh set of blacks and headed to his office to clean his armor. It didn't take long to wash all traces of Ahsoka Tano off of the plastoid.

You'll never see her again.

It was probably for the best.

So why do I already miss her?

Taglist: @starwarsficnetwork / @rexsoka-monthly Divider: @saradika-graphics

#my writing #bloodfeather #body heat #captain rex #ahsoka tano #rexsoka #rexsoka monthly #october 2023: body heat #star wars #star wars tcw #anakin skywalker #plo koon #commander wolffe #clone trooper sinker #clone trooper boost #79's bar #quasicles (glowing treat) (derogatory)#aged up ahsoka tano (she's 19)

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saggitary · 2 months ago

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Do you think that 79’s had Karaoke Nights that soon became a very competitive sport? Like they’d have judges to score different Karaoke performances and battalion with the most points would get bragging rights.

Eventually the troopers started bringing their Jedi commanders in (this is pre bar hours of course because children) and the commanders and troopers would have so much fun to karaoke competitions.

#I can see the performances now #the backup dancers and vocalists go crazy #the clone wars #star wars #sag’s stuff #clone troopers #79’s clone bar

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nothinglikethesimulations · 2 years ago

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How Clone Trooper Fireball got his name

Canon: idk he probably blew something up

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Fanon: First shore leave, he drank too much Fireball and vomited all over his CO. Now whenever his battalion visits 79's and Pitbull's song plays, everyone pauses and points at him whenever Mr. 305 intones "FIREBALL!"

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aynavaano · 5 months ago

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Get to know me tag game

79's edition

Thanks for the inspiration @vodika-vibes

//Rules// copy this post and answer the questions below + tag people you would like to see at 79's!

So, imagine that all of us are living on Coruscant during the Clone Wars. Obviously, we would all be going to 79's, right? Now I'm wondering what everyone is gonna wear the first time you're going? What kind of drinks do you order? What will you be doing? Who will you be flirting with?

What to Wear: I would wear a long tight dress to accentuate my curves. It’s sexy without revealing too much and I would wear my hair open and with my natural waves. Maybe I’d add a little bit of jewelry, but not to much. A necklace with a little golden heart pendant or something like that. And I’d wear comfy flat shoes, nice sandals or similar style. I hate walking in heels and I like that I am very small.

What to Order: I’m not good with alcohol but I’d order maybe a glass of white wine to get started and I’m sure they have some yummy non alcoholic cocktails to continue the night.

What to Do: I like to imagine myself dancing but let’s be honest I’m autistic as fuck and I’ll probably sit in the corner until someone comes and talks to me. If I’m with good friends that help me feel safe I might get a little courageous and try dancing but it will need a lot of convincing. But I’m very good at sitting around looking beautiful and lonely, it’s my autistic rizz

Who to woo: Honestly any of the Batch or Rex or Wolffe, depending who’s there that evening. If they are all there Crosshair would be my number one. I don’t think he is big on partying, so he might enjoy joining me in my quiet corner with a drink. I’d let him give me a taste of his whisky on his lips and slide his hand under my dress while he whispers all the dirty things he wants to do with me later in my ear. Or maybe Hunter would approach me, seeing me sitting there alone would activate his protective instinct and he would enjoy that I am small even next to him. If I get lucky either of them take me home to play with the rest of the Batch, heard they don’t mind sharing.

No pressure tags: @neon-junkie @techhasmjolnir @badbatchsprincess @bring-backup-99 and anyone who wants

#the bad batch #star wars #tbb #tag game #a night at 79’s #79s clone bar #tbb smut #crosshair tbb

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lonewolflupe · 5 months ago

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Get To Know Me Tag Game - 79's Edition

Thank you so much for the tag, @cloneflo99! <3 This is so much fun!

//Rules// copy this post and answer the questions below + tag people you would like to see at 79’s!

So, imagine that all of us are living on Coruscant during the Clone Wars. Obviously we would all be going to 79’s, right? Now I’m wondering what everyone is gonna wear the first time you’re going? What kind of drinks do you order? What will you be doing? Who will you be flirting with?

What to Wear Well I'm not really the type to go out for drinks, to meet up with people in public, to put myself in the spotlight and such. But I would defnitely go to 79's, if I could. I think I would just wear the casual clothing I wear on a daily basis; black combat boots, black pants with pockets, and probably one of my favourite (again, black) metal band shirts (girlie fit tho!). I won't be wearing make-up (I have no idea how to use it) What to Order Anything as long as it's sweet/fruity and not too bitter, or just something very strong What to Do I'm way too shy to find myself on the dancefloor (maybe after a few drinks, and if someone would invite me/drag me over), so I would probably hang out at the bar, preferably talking to just one person (I have difficulties getting into group conversations) Who to Woo FIVES, Fives please. But since I'm too shy to flirt or anything, I just really hope he picks me to woo (not sure if I would be his type tho, but a girl can dream) ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

No pressure tags: @coldbrewarts @eternal-transcience @clonethirstingisreal @covert1ntrovert @traveller-of-word-and-screen @strawberry--queen @leenabb104104 @isthereanechoinhere96 & whoever wants to join!

#i feel very uncomfortable being out in public #but i would do anything to meet some clones #star wars #the clone wars #the bad batch #tag game #79's #79's clone bar #the clones #clones #copy paste men

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eclec-tech · 1 month ago

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New thought...is it maybe on level 79? Is it level 79's clone bar?

😶

Ever wonder about the name?

It's a clone bar. Its name is a number. So was there a clone named 79? Was it perhaps a clone unit since there's no apostrophe? The 79s?

Forget the mysteries of the universe. I need to know about this name!

#79's clone bar

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amberskyyking · 1 year ago

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Disillusioned Chapter 34: Care To Test That Theory?

“You know, I’ve heard rumors about some Devaronian girl the men around here just can’t get enough of,” A thick pasty human said in a greedy tone, leering over Luz at the bar.

She didn’t bother looking at him, keeping her eyes straight ahead on the bottles along the back wall instead and covering her drink with one hand. “Yeah? Neat.”

“Go on and tell me, what’s your rate sweetheart?”

“I’m not working today.”

“Oh that’s not what I asked, come on then. Give me your price, and let me be the judge of if you’re worth it.”

“Pretty sure I’m not,” she replied flatly.

He opened his mouth again but a thick hand clamped down hard on his shoulder. The man swiveled around to face a pair of clone troopers, fully kitted up in their painted purple and yellow armor, and Luz smirked. It was his unfortunate luck that Ridgeback was around. The towering clone had much a shorter fuse for this sort of thing than she did and had been itching for a fight since Teth. Had this gone on much longer, well, her blaster did have a stun setting and she didn’t suffer fools, but she wasn't about to stop one of her friends from handling it either.

“She said she’s not working today,” Ridgeback growled.

“And she’s worth more than you have,” Slater added behind him.

The creep rolled his eyes, but his bright red face betrayed his frustration. “Territorial, aren’t you clones? They breed you that way on Kamino?”

Several troopers rose abruptly in their seats, the bar fell silent, and the creep seemed to realize his mistake just before Ridgeback tightened his one-handed grip.

Wow, Luz eyes widened. She wasn’t even insulted, she just stared, in pure amazement. What a stupid thing to say. And here, of all places.

Pain and fear flashed across the man’s face as Ridgeback's lip curled back. He squirmed under the pressure, slipping sideways off his stool with an indignant little whine.

“Maybe they do,” The heavy gunner said, his voice dark and dangerously calm. “Care to test that theory?”

Full Chapter (And Story!): Care To Test That Theory?

#clone wars fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #clone troopers deserve better #clone troopers need a hug #star wars oc #clone bar 79's #clone wars #starwarsficnetwork

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frostycatblr-fandom-files · 5 months ago

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He used his 'one call' (somewhat) wisely this time...

Scuffle: [In prison, drunk] Call me mitochondria, because I'm the powerhouse of this cell!

Corrie Guard: How long did your commanding officer say it would take for him to come collect you after you contacted your deployment?

Scuffle: Oh I didn't comm my captain. I comm'd m'little brother Cypher.

Corrie Guard:

Capt. Law: I'm here for Scuffle... One of his batchmates realized he was here, again, when he called asking what the powerhouse of the cell was fifteen minutes ago...

Corrie Guard: Please take him before my headache gets worse.

#oc talk #clone oc: scuffle #clone oc: captain law #someone had too much to drink at 79's #he probably got picked up for being drunk and disorderly outside the bar. or forgetting to pay a speeder cab fare #oops! that's my queue

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motherroam-rs · 10 months ago

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(Not) Broken

NSFW - 18+

Warnings/Tags: Alcohol, Smut, Fingering, Praise Kink, Oral Sex (both male and female receiving)

Relationship: Tech x Fem!Reader

Summary: When a comment from Crosshair has you feeling insecure, Tech offers some assistance in showing you that you’re not broken.

Word count: 4.9k

A/N: big thank you to @shinigami101 for helping me with this as well as @darklightcannon and Sophia for proofreading 🫶

NSFW Below the cut

You tap your foot against the durasteel floor of the marauder, the walkway extended before you, almost pointing to the cause of your annoyance striding towards it. Crosshair wears a tipsy smirk as he stares up at you, beginning his walk of shame up the steps. From this angle you catch sight of lipstick marks trailing down his neck and disappearing beneath his blacks. So that’s where he’s been.

“You’re late.” Your head shakes disapprovingly, the lasting effects of all the free drinks at 79’s only made you more irritable. You and Crosshair did typically get along - just not when he decided to make you all late for a mission just so he could enjoy having some girl wrapped around him.

“What, jealous?” Crosshair’s taunting voice carries over Wrecker’s snores as you pass by the larger clone slumped over in his chair, he had fallen asleep about twenty minutes prior, when the alcohol at least still had you feeling giddy.

“No, I’m annoyed because now we’re running behind because you decided it would be a good idea to kriff around with a Civ!” You drop yourself into your seat, yanking down the bar to secure yourself, and Crosshair does the same next to you.

Tech, the only one who’s entirely sober, has already begun preparations for take off, eyeing the pair of you between his ritualistic preparations for the Marauders flight. Always the designated pilot, it allowed the rest of you to soak up the drinks at 79’s and sleep them off before you all have to serve your duty in the war. You were thankful of his reliability every time he caught you from stumbling around like a newborn deer, and would wrap his arm around you to guide you back to the safety of the ship on those nights.

“Maybe if it were you, you wouldn’t be so uptight.” His voice is humorous as he knocks his leg with your own, but you’re not in the mood to laugh with him.

“Kriff off, Crosshair.” You bite back before Hunter, despite being the most inebriated out of all of you, finds it in himself to pull out the sergeant card to get the two of you to stop bickering.

Crosshair was right though, you were jealous, but not in the way he thinks. Your mind flashes back to sweating bodies, discomfort, and ultimately - disappointment. Sure, you were still young, and given that you were following these soldiers into battlefields on any given day it didn’t exactly give you the opportunity to meet any men. Despite these factors, you were beginning to think there was something wrong with you.

Not a moment longer past the time you’re safely in hyperspace, you make an exit towards the bunks, not caring for any eyes that may be staring at your back before the door closes.

A soft knock echoes through the room and you take a deep breath as you hit the control panel, ready to tell Crosshair to go wash away the heavy smell of cheap perfume that now lingered in the cockpit, but the door opens to reveal someone else.

“It is just me.” He steps inside and you move back to the bunk, flopping down onto your back with as much grace as a bird shot from the sky. He closes the door behind him and takes a seat on his bunk, directly across from your own.

“Where are the others?” You’re surprised none of them have rushed in yet to claim their bunks for the night.

“They are already asleep,” Tech informs you, fiddling with his gloves in the absence of the data pad usually present in his hands. “You are upset.”

“Yes.” You confirm with a huff.

“Because of Crosshair's comment on your lack of sexual activity?” Credits to him, he had it right. Any of the others would have guessed it was just the delay the sniper had caused you, but not Tech. Despite his aversion to most people, he did understand you, and you liked to think you did in return.

“Why are you here, Tech?” You roll onto your front and groan into your pillow, which of course being GAR issued, barely muffles the noise.

“Why are you upset?” Tech sounds genuinely confused at your misery.

“Because it’s embarrassing?” You half laugh at his question.

“Because you have not engaged in intimate activities since-“ You cut him off before he can make you feel any worse about the night in question, how he had bumped into a man who never even got the opportunity to get out of his own pants. You remember how Tech had actually blushed, and was unable to make eye contact with you the whole next rotation.

“Because I can’t,” The words are spilling out to your friend before you can stop them, the alcohol in your brain only making them slip out easier. “I’m broken, Tech.” You pull yourself up to sit on the edge of the bunk to mirror him, the room spinning as you do so.

“I..” Tech pauses, his eyes momentarily flicking downwards to your thighs as he adjusts his goggles. “I am afraid I do not understand what you mean.”

“I’m not having this conversation with you right now.” You let yourself fall back onto the bunk once more, “I just can’t… finish.”

“Ah, you cannot achieve an orgasm.” The realisation in Tech’s voice makes your face burn.

“Oh maker.” You rip the pillow out from under your head and instead pull it over your face, as if you were a child hiding from an imaginary monster. But instead you’re just wishing the void of space would swallow you whole and save you from this conversation with Tech.

“It is nothing to be embarrassed about, would you say it is because your previous sexual partners were unsatisfactory or do you believe you are experiencing physical-“ He begins to reel off questions, each one making your face burn hotter.

This was not a conversation you wanted to be having with anyone on the team, let alone Tech, who would now just look at you as a broken part to a ship begging to be fixed.

“Tech!” You cut him off. “Just, leave, please?” You plead into the pillow, hoping he’s understood you.

You can’t see him, but you hear the soft creak of the bunk, and footsteps leading towards a door which opens with a soft whoosh.

He pauses, “I thought you wanted my help.” He lingers for a moment, until he’s sure you won’t respond, before leaving you once more.

Following the next mission, once you and Crosshair begrudgingly made up over Caf and teasing Hunter for being a lightweight before the batch and yourself as their medic head into battle, the Marauder is silent. For once, there is no bickering between the brothers, all of them having left to enjoy some local festivities on the planet you were stationed on for this evening. The only noise echoing throughout the bunks is the faint buzz of a vibrator and your shallow breaths.

You had it perfect, you’d showered, read a book to clear your mind, and even had a small glass of corellian whiskey to yourself. You’d received the bottle as a thank you for aiding an injured civilian and meant to save it for a special occasion, but something inside you said now was as good a time as any, especially considering the odd blaster bolt that came too close for comfort over the last few rotations.

All of the effort seems to be for nothing as you twist your free hand in the sheet, not in pleasure, but at irritation of your struggle for release. The other hand circles the edge of the vibrator over your clit, occasionally dipping down in an attempt to push it inside of you, but you’re not nearly relaxed or wet enough.

You’re so caught up in your frustration that you don’t hear the knock on the door, and the only warning you get to cover yourself comes from the light flooding into the room from the cockpit.

You jump upright, clutching the thin blanket to your bare chest and rip the vibrator away from between your legs.

“Oh,” Tech stammers from the doorway, still armoured and only lacking his helmet and gloves, his face flushed red. “I believe I have interrupted you.” Seemingly unsure of what to do, he slams his hand to the control panel, locking you both in the warm room.

“Yes.” You gulp, heart racing in your chest, fumbling to turn off the vibrator while it continues to buzz, as if it were laughing at you for your inability to cum.

“Any luck?”

Is he seriously asking you if you came?

“Tech.” You give a light warning, finally managing to switch off the device.

He gives you a questioning look, and you groan, sliding down against the mattress in defeat “No.”

Maybe it was the built up tension in you, or the fact you had a few drinks prior to your attempts but suddenly the confession works its way out of your throat.

“It’s just so frustrating, no matter what I do it’s not enough!” Tears threaten to fall and you scrunch your eyes closed.

“As I said before, I could help if you let me.” His voice is soft, level.

“How?” Your eyes open with an empty laugh and you find yourself staring at him, “Sorry, but I don’t exactly think the basic med training covers women’s intimacy issues, I know mine didn’t.”

“Perhaps I can find out the cause of your issue, if you will allow me to look.” He suggests, kneeling next to the bunk, his tone as casual as if he were discussing an issue with the Marauder.

“You want to watch me?” The words sound even more ridiculous aloud. Tech was your closest friend on the team, surely this would be crossing every line possible.

Tech looks at you with soft eyes full of reassurance, as if reading your thoughts, “I promise that nothing will change between us.”

His gaze is fixed on yours and something in his eyes makes the protest die on your tongue, his hand covers your own that is gripping the blanket to your chest. It feels warm and comforting, and your heart slows at the contact. His other hand presses on top of your knee that peeks out of the blanket, and you can’t recall a time he’s ever touched you with such purpose.

You pause for a moment, suppressing a shiver at the way his thumb brushes comforting circles on your knee, and take the opportunity to look into his eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation. Finding none, with the help of the whiskey you exhale your concerns, ripping off the proverbial bacta patch as you allow him to pull the blanket away from your bare body.

When you close your eyes in a mixture of arousal and embarrassment at Tech seeing you this way, you miss the way that his own widen in slight surprise and adoration, before darkening with lust.

He gives an encouraging nod as he applies light pressure to the inside of your knees, guiding them apart. If he feels any of the embarrassment that you do now, he certainly doesn’t show it with his gaze fixed between your legs.

“To begin, I would like for you to attempt to make yourself orgasm.” Your eyes snap open again, stomach tensing at his request. “Breathe, dear, it’s just us.”He quickly calms you, continuing to brush his thumb on your knee, and seats himself at the end of your bunk.

It’s just Tech, you’re friends, it’s not weird, he’s here to help you. You remind yourself, drawing a breath at his expectant eyes before trailing a hand down your body, which is entirely bare despite the fact that Tech remains near fully armoured. You think you hallucinate the small gasp from the end of the bunk when your fingers reach their destination, dragging slow circles on your clit.

“Would you like me to record this? I know that I typically record everything without asking but I need your consent in this situation.” His offer is uncharacteristically fast for the man who is used to keeping a level head in the middle of battle.

You bite your lip, your head already nodding before your brain can formulate an answer, and your cheeks flush at how the knowledge of Tech recording you makes your stomach tighten and wetness coat your fingers.

You withdraw your hand from between your legs, waiting as he presses the button on the side of his goggles and a small red light assures you it’s recording. “Continue what you were doing before.” He instead presses the vibrator to your open hand, turning the device on.

“Remember what I just told you, dear, breathe.” Tech reassures you once again when your breath begins to quicken. He keeps one hand on your knee as the other guides your own to position the vibrator on your clit, and you suck in a sharp breath at the contact, suppressing the moan begging to be heard.

“It is just us here, you do not have to silence yourself.” Tech's voice is hushed, but still floods your ears. The sound of it only makes you tighten around nothing.

You try to tell him that you can’t, that it’s bad enough that you’re in this situation, but that he’s helping you with it. Tech, your teammate, your friend. But, you’re not given much choice when he guides your own hand to add pressure with the vibrator, “Tech!”

You swear you hear his breath hitch at the unrestrained cry, or perhaps it’s your own.

“Very good.” He withdraws his hand.

Has his voice always sounded that tense?

You continue your movements, allowing your head to fall back on the thin pillow which seems to be the only thing grounding you to the real world at this moment. You let out a small moan when the bunk creaks and a bare hand presses to your inner thigh, forcing one of your legs into a position that will allow him a better view.

“It seems you are approaching an orgasm.” He encourages, leaning forward in quiet awe. You don’t respond, you already know what’s coming, just as you’re steps away from the precipice, the fire diminishes, leaving your body flushed and unsatisfied.

“That’s what I mean, Tech.” Your eyes finally settle on him between your legs, and despite your failed attempt to cum, you involuntarily tighten. You switch off the vibrator, discarding it on the bunk, but Tech raises his hand to catch your wrist before you can pull the covers over your naked form.

“Fascinating,” You’re about to kick him away at that, until his next statement renders your body useless. “May I try?” Techs hand guiding your own was one thing, but for him to use his own on you has your heart going faster than a pod race. You don’t know what’s possessed you, but your body responds before your mind has made its decision and you’re giving him a small nod.

He waits a moment, eyes searching your face for any sign of hesitation, before he’s leaning back to take his position between your legs, which had closed again on instinct.

“Please, relax for me.” He gently pulls apart your thighs, his fingers immediately moving upwards, lightly grazing over the soft skin.

“You appear to be wet enough, no issue there.” His thumb smears the fluid up your slit to your clit, opening you up in one motion and you gasp. Your hands find purchase in your bedsheets, and it takes every bit of control in you to not chase after his hand with your hips.

“No lessened sensation either, good.” He mumbled to himself but you can barely hear him over your own heartbeat as he moves to drag slow circles around your clit with his thumb, earning him another moan from you. At the noise, you catch Tech briefly adjusting his codpiece, suddenly looking uncomfortable.

“Tech?” Even in battle you’ve never been so breathless, and he gives a strained hum of acknowledgment, his middle finger dipping back down to circle your entrance.

“You can take it off if it’s - ah!” The words are stolen when his finger sinks into you effortlessly, and your hand grips the metal edge of the bunk while your brain scrambles to find the end of the sentence. “If you’re uncomfortable.”

He doesn’t respond verbally, but the soft click of his codpiece being released signals that he’s heard you, and he presses his hips back to the mattress. Once certain you have adjusted, he adds another finger, working them inside you with a scissoring motion that has you chanting his name in a breathless prayer.

You become increasingly aware of how he’s grinding himself into the mattress with every strangled moan and whimper he can pull from you, slipping from his usual control.

You can barely begin to form words at this point beyond his name, your senses instantly zeroing in on the harsh warm breath fanning across your exposed cunt as his fingers withdraw from you. You barely get a moment to glance at his head between your thighs before his lips press to your clit, tongue darting out to taste you.

“Is this okay?” Tech’s voice is rough, nearing Crosshair levels of hoarse.

“Maker, yes Tech.” You practically sob, and just as your mouth utters his name, he’s diving in, tongue exploring you like a man starved. At the intensity of the sensation, your thighs threaten to close around his head, but he’s fast to hitch one of your legs over his shoulder while pinning the other one down to keep you open for him.

A thin layer of sweat forms on your skin as your hands tightly grip the sheets at his attention to your cunt. First, he’s zeroing in on your clit, licking and sucking in a way that almost has you in tears, before he moves down to dip inside you, tasting you, and then repeats the process.

The orgasm is approaching fast like a wave threatening to break at shore, but then the tide begins to recede. Tech seems to sense this, pulling back and releasing your clit with a wet noise that seems to echo through the empty room.

”Look at me, Mesh’la.” Tech demands and you meet his burning gaze. Through the flames in his goggle framed eyes, you find encouragement. He wants you to watch him. Once he’s sure you’re focused on him, he returns his mouth to your cunt, sucking your clit into his mouth whilst delving two fingers inside.

You don’t know what possesses you to make the offer, whether it be the haze of pleasure in your mind, or the way his hips continue to rut into the mattress, but it spills from your lips without any filter “Tech, I can help you too- Kriff!” He sucks particularly hard at this before releasing you so he can listen to your offer, “But I’m not sure how to take care of us both at once, or if you want to…” you gesture down to his erection straining against his blacks, “Help your own situation?”.

You practically see the cogs whir in his mind, and he sits up, beginning to rid himself of his armour. “Stand up.” He orders, and despite the way your legs shake, you obey the order, gripping the upper bunk for support.

You stare at Tech, slightly confused, and a small smile graces his lips, still coated with evidence of your arousal. He’s bare from the waist up, and his hands now make steady work of removing his lower blacks in one swift motion. Your attention is caught by the sight of his cock standing proud against his tanned abdomen. You knew biologically there is some correlation between height and the size, and with Tech being tall that he would be above average, but your lips fall open at the length. You still weren’t sure what he had in mind, but you’re suddenly unsure you can handle it.

“Do not be intimidated, Cyar’ika, I will help you.” One hand reaches to your jaw, brushing a thumb along it almost lovingly while the other settles on your hips, pulling you down onto the bunk with him. Both hands are now slipping below your thighs, pulling you into a position so that you’re straddling his chest, facing towards the foot of the bunk, facing his cock.

So this is what his solution is.

“Move closer.” Tech’s grip on your hips is as firm as his voice when he tugs you up to his mouth, hot breath fanning across your cunt in another soft warning before his tongue runs over your slit in one strong motion.

Tech seems to be paying attention to the way your legs shake from the effort of holding yourself up, because one of his hands extends to your upper back, pushing you into a position where your breasts press to his stomach. At this new angle, you’re fully seated on his face, and you’re able to wrap a curious hand around his girth to give his cock an experimental tug. The moan that reverberates against your cunt has you sending a thank you to the maker that Hunter wasn’t nearby to overhear the methods his brother was using on you to assist with your predicament.

Tech’s cock is now inches from your lips and you marvel at it momentarily before allowing your tongue to run over the head, beginning to move your hand to at least grant him some relief. He jolts, groaning, and you pull back.

“Are you okay - am I hurting you?” In your limited experience with this, you’d never had any complaints, but now you worry that your partners just didn’t want to hurt your feelings.

“No!” He protests immediately, as if you were asking him if he’d like to be executed, “You’re not hurting me, please continue.”

At his insistence, your tongue licks another wet circle over the weeping head of Tech’s cock, and his thighs tense at the effort not to thrust into your mouth. You appreciate the sign of restraint from him and you tighten your hand around the base of his cock, finally taking him into your mouth. The taste and smell of him intoxicate you, igniting memories of every time you’ve stood just an inch too close to each other to the point you could practically inhale his calming presence.

You would be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t thought this before, being here, with him. Suppressed thoughts rise to your mind and you close your eyes to bask in the moment with him, like it’s a dream that will be ripped from you.

Due to his impressive length, your lips are barely touching your fingers by the time he hits your throat and you release a drawn out moan, muffled by his cock. He sucks your clit into his mouth at this action, bringing tears to your eyes from the overwhelming stimulation.

You feel him draw his hips back, sliding out of your mouth and allowing you to take a breath before giving a short thrust in to stop at the back of your throat, which causes drool to begin leaking down his exposed cock and on your fingers.

Soon enough, the pair of you are a sight that would make a brothel patron blush. Tech continues his measured thrusts into your mouth and you take it with a moan when he begins to work you on his fingers once more. You can feel yourself practically dripping down his chin, and your stomach begins to tense - until the expected disappointment. Just as you begin to approach that high, it seems to pull further and further away from you once more.

Not again.

Tech seems to have read your mind and agreed with a strained “No,” as he pulls away from your cunt, but the room still echoes with the wet sound of his fingers scissoring into your heat.

“I need your full focus, I will not fail you at this Mesh’la.” He lifts you off his face and you release his throbbing cock from your lips. His grip is firmer than before, likely from the mounting frustration at his incomplete task, as he pulls you to face him. In this new position, you’re straddling him and you can feel the press of his cock to your inner thigh.

“Do you trust me?” There’s determination in his eyes, as if you’re a piece of the Marauder that he needs to fix.

“Always, Tech.” His eyes soften momentarily at this, but he reminds himself of the task at hand and with a speed you’ve only seen him use in battle, he’s flipped you both so you’re pinned underneath him once more.

Now that he’s above you, his length seems even more daunting and your hand grips his shoulder when you feel the head of his cock press to your entrance. Your whole body seems to tense, and you can’t help but dig your nails to his shoulder, which brings his eyes to yours.

“Shh, Mesh’la, that’s it, relax.” Tech’s voice is gentle but authoritative as he instructs you, pressing a kiss to your jaw. Even with his thorough preparation of your body, the stretch as he enters you is overwhelming, and yet, it’s better than anything you’ve ever felt. You had been preparing for the usual pain and discomfort, but this was on the opposite end of the scale.

“Breathe for me Cyar’ika,” he presses another kiss just below your ear and his voice sounds almost strangled. “That’s it, good girl.” He pulls out ever so slightly before rocking his hips back into yours, delving deeper into you.

“Just a little more, I promise, you can take it, you’re-“ a low groan sounds in his throat and you feel his lips ghost against the edge of your ear. “Taking me so kriffing well already.”

Is this the first time you’ve ever heard Tech swear?

He’s entirely inside you and the fullness is now euphoric. Tan skin is coated with a sheen of sweat that makes him look almost angelic, his lips and cheeks flushed from the effort of holding back from pushing you too far when he begins to rock his hips into yours.

A string of Mando’a curses tumble from his mouth as he falls into a rhythm of slow thrusts, keeping the pace your body needs to chase its high that hasn’t quite worn off from all the previous work his mouth set you up for. The precipice is no longer escaping you, he’s keeping you there, dangling you over the edge of it whilst simultaneously grounding you to him.

The room echoes with every gasp, thrust, and moan. It’s some kind of erotic orchestra conducted by Tech to encourage you along, and it’s working. One of his hands tangles in your hair, pulling your head to the side so he can press wet, open mouthed kisses against your pulse point.

Every action that Tech’s making, no matter how small, has you more intoxicated than any drug in existence, and your legs tighten impossibly around his hips in an attempt to keep him close to you. To help you let go.

“It’s okay, you can let go for me, Cyar’ika.” Tech’s reassuring words speaking your own thoughts are all you need to push you over the edge. You’re gasping into his shoulder, and you can’t help but bite into the soft skin with a desperate plea of his name. He shudders at this, slamming into you with now uneven thrusts as he buries his face in your neck.

“That’s it, I’ve got you.” Tech is coherent enough to be guiding you through your own release, despite being overcome with his own. His lust laced voice is all you can hear over the overload of your senses, a sharp whisper in your ear to guide you through this new world of pleasure where you tighten around his cock like you’re trying to keep him deep inside you.

It’s a blissful moment, with Tech entirely spent between your legs, tears rolling down your face and his name still in your mouth. It’s a moment that’s over too soon when he withdraws from you, and you can’t help but moan at the release of fluid between your thighs. Your friend's cum is leaking out of you, only momentarily, because he’s already grabbed his blacks from the end of the bunk to press between your thighs, cleaning the mess from your legs.

“I’ll wash them.” He assures you.

Once satisfied that you’re both taken care of, he lays next to you on the defiled bunk, pulling your half limp body against his. You never thought that Tech would be the kind for intimacy after sex, and yet you can hear his steady heartbeat against your cheek. You’re honoured, almost, for him to hold you like this when he found discomfort in most physical contact.

“I told you that you were not broken, Cyare, I am always correct.” He presses his lips to your forehead, and despite how he’s just brought you to the very brink of what your body could handle, your chest tightens.

Were you broken? No, he’d proven that much. Were you kriffed because of how your heart seems to skip a beat at the small moment of tenderness with your friends lips against your hairline? Yes, you were.

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nahoney22 · 5 months ago

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Oooo, I'm excited for your celebration!!! Congratulations!

Clone: Commander Wolffe

List: NSFW 🔞

Prompts: D17 with S20

Proof of age: I saw Jedi in the theater when it released in 1983. The Rancor will always be my fave creature in the SW universe.

Congrats again! Can't wait to see what you come up with!!

@dreamie411

Make Up Your Mind*** 🌊

🫧 Pairings: Commander Wolffe X Female!Reader

word count: 3k

Prompts:

• “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to forget that other guys name.”

• “Stars, you're so much better than the last person I was with."

When Wolffe finally had enough of letting you slip into hands that weren’t his own, he makes sure to remind you who you really belong to.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ only, explicit sexual content and language, mutual pining, minor alcohol consumption, flirting, reader is implied to have done hook-ups before, rough kissing, nudity, fingering, vaginal sex, dom!Wolffe, creampie, confessions of feelings, friends to lovers, tender aftercare.

Authors Note: Sorry for the wait @dreamie411, hope this is okay. 🩵

As you stand behind the bar at 79’s, wiping down the surface, you hear a gravelly voice that you recognise all too well. One would assume it was any of the Clones, but there was something different about the Commander that you just could tell the difference with.

You glance up, locking eyes with the man who has spent far too much time lingering around this bar, and a smirk tugs at your lips. Commander Wolffe is eyeing you with the same intensity he always does, though there’s something unmistakably different in the way he’s watching you now.

“What did you get up to last night?” he asks, voice low but edged with curiosity—or maybe something more.

You raise an eyebrow, already knowing that he’s fully aware of what you were up to. After all, he’d spent the better part of the night silently fuming as you entertained the advances of a flirtatious patron, someone who might’ve turned into a one-night fling if the mood had struck you. You’ve always been casual about these things—no strings attached, just a bit of fun. But judging by Wolffe’s barely-concealed irritation, it’s clear he wasn’t thrilled watching you entertain someone else.

“Just this… and that,” you answer with a cheeky grin, moving away briefly to serve a trooper from the 212th. When you return, Wolffe is still leaning against the bar, his eyes following your every move. You tilt your head, feigning nonchalance. “Why do you ask?”

He swirls the ice in his empty glass, the tension in his shoulders visible even in the dim strobe lights. “Can’t a man be curious?”

Your gaze sharpens with mischief. “Depends. Not many men are curious about my sex life unless it’s for a reason.”

His jaw clenches ever so slightly, and you relish the way your words get under his skin. There’s a charge in the air between you, a tension that neither of you has been willing to break. “Care for a refill?” you ask, the words slipping out smoothly.

Before he can respond, you reach for his glass, brushing your fingers against his just long enough to feel the warmth of his skin. It’s a fleeting touch, but it sends a ripple through you that’s hard to ignore.

Admitted, you have thought about the idea of being with Wolffe before—how could you not? He’s rugged, disciplined, and there’s an undeniable magnetism in his reserved demeanor. And utterly sexy.

Yet, despite his clear jealousy, he’s never made a move. Maybe it’s the restraint that comes with his rank or the weight of his responsibilities, but it leaves you wondering if it’s just that what holds him back.

You pour him his usual drink, sliding it back across the bar before he can even reach for his credits. As he starts to pay, you place your hand over his, stopping him. “It’s on me, Commander,” you say with a wink.

Wolffe’s voice drops a notch, almost a murmur. “I want to give you something. You deserve it.”

You hum softly, leaning closer across the bar, teasing him with a slow, deliberate gaze that traces from his furrowed brow down to the scar that cuts across his eye, finally resting on his tense, but oh-so-inviting lips. “And what do you think I deserve, hmm?” Your voice is a playful whisper, laced with just enough suggestion to make him falter.

For a brief moment, it’s as if time stops. Wolffe’s attention is locked entirely on your lips, on the way your breath gently fans against his face. The lights of the club dance across your features, casting you in a soft, almost hypnotic glow.

He’s caught, just for a second, torn between giving in to whatever’s been simmering between you two and holding himself back. But as much as he wants to close that distance, something pulls him away.

He takes his drink, your fingers slipping away from his as he steps back, eyes soft with something left unspoken. You watch him walk away, a sigh slipping from your lips.

When 79’s finally closes for the night, the hum of laughter and music fades into silence as you finish tidying up. The bar is empty, save for the clinking of glasses you swiped from tables and the faint buzz of neon lights overhead. You wave goodnight to the other workers as they exit through the back door, their voices echoing faintly down the corridor. With a tired but satisfied sigh, you begin locking up for the night, turning toward the entrance when you feel the unmistakable weight of someone’s gaze.

A knowing smirk pulls at your lips. You don’t need to turn around to recognise who it is. “We’re closed, you know,” you call out, your voice playful.

But when you finally do turn, you find Wolffe leaning against the bar, his back to you, shoulders tense. He doesn’t move at first, the muscles in his back taut under his armor as he collects his thoughts. Something about his posture is different tonight—more guarded, more intense. You step closer, curiosity mingling. “What is it, Commander?” you ask as you lean against the counter beside him.

He straightens up slightly, turning his head just enough for you to catch the edge of his stormy gaze. “I need to talk to you.”

There’s no hint of teasing in his tone, and the seriousness in his eyes causes your flirty retort to falter. You’ve never seen him this conflicted, this on edge and your smirk fades. “What’s going on?” you ask softly, cautious.

For a moment, he just stares at you, a battle clearly raging behind those eyes. And then, with a voice rougher than you’ve ever heard, he speaks. “You drive me mad, you know that?” frustration lacing every word. “Watching you, knowing you’re letting others close when all I can think about is how badly I want you. How I’ve wanted you for longer than I care to admit.”

Your breath catches, pulse quickening at the raw intensity of his confession. Wolffe steps closer, closing the distance between you in one stride, his eyes locking onto yours with a hunger that sends a shiver down your spine. “I’m done holding back,” he says, voice dark and laced with that possessiveness you’ve always suspected simmered beneath. “You want to know what I’ve been thinking about? About having you, in every way. About making sure you never forget it’s me you should belong to.”

The heat in his words draws something deep and electric from within you. “Wolffe…” you whisper, but it’s lost as he crowds you against the bar, his body radiating a warmth that sends your senses into overdrive. The look in his eyes is almost feral, desire mixed with a longing that makes your head spin.

His lips are on yours in an instant, rough and claiming, as though he’s been holding back for too long and can’t bear it any longer. You respond in kind, meeting his intensity, hands grasping at his armor as he presses you into the counter. The kiss is a clash of need and frustration, every pent-up emotion pouring into the way his mouth moves against yours. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, begging for entry which you allow, your fingers tugging in his textured hair as his tongue dominates your own.

When he finally pulls back, both of you are breathing hard, your lips swollen from the fervour of it. “I’ll give you everything,” he whispers on your lips, voice a low rumble that reverberates through your chest.

There’s no hesitation in you now. You’ve wanted this just as much as he has, and the fact that he’s finally lost control is exhilarating. “Then show me, Commander,” you challenge.

That’s all the encouragement he needs. In a blur, he lifts you onto the bar, hands sliding possessively over your hips as he steps between your legs. The kiss that follows is deeper, more desperate, fueled by weeks—maybe months—of tension. His hands grip your waist with enough strength to leave marks, as if he’s afraid you might slip away if he lets go.

Wolffe’s lips leave a trail down your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he moans, “You’re mine tonight. No one else. Just me.”

Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, drawing him closer and with a swift, practiced motion, he begins unbuckling his armour, peeling it off piece by piece while his gaze stays fixed on yours, dark with intent. There’s no room for hesitation, only pure, unfiltered desire.

You barely have time to catch your breath before his hands are on you again, yanking your workshirt over your head, fingers deftly working at your waistband before he slides your pants down and panties. The tension is almost unbearable as his calloused hands slide up your thighs, parting them with authority. His lips land on yours again, hungrier than before, biting gently on your lip as he frees himself from the confines of his uniform. When he finally pulls away, both of you are breathless, the air thick with want.

“Been thinking about this for a long time,” he mutters, voice low as his fingers slowly dip between your folds after getting your consent, finding you already slick with need. “You’re dripping for me already. You really want this, don’t you?”

You can’t help but moan softly as his fingers tease you, brushing over your clit before plunging inside. “I’ve wanted this as much as you have,” you manage to gasp, leaning back on your hands for support as his fingers begin to pump into you with a steady, ruthless rhythm.

“Good,” he groans, leaning in close, his breath hot against your ear. “Because you’re about to get exactly what you’ve been craving.” His thumb presses against your clit in tight circles as his fingers curl just right, hitting that spot that makes you shudder and arch against him.

You bite your lip, stifling the cry that threatens to spill out as your hips rock into his touch. The intensity of his gaze, the way he watches your every reaction—it’s overwhelming. “How’s that feel?” he taunts, voice thick with a mix of pride and lust. “Am I as good as you imagined?”

A wicked grin spreads across your face as you look down at him, voice dripping with teasing satisfaction. “Stars, you’re so much better than the last person I was with.”

That earns a deep, possessive moan from him, and his pace quickens, fingers plunging deeper, harder. “You think I’m going to let you go to anyone else after this? Not a chance,” he hisses, clearly spurred on by your words. “I’m going to make sure I’m the only one you think about from now on.” His gaze is locked on your cunt as his fingers curl inside you

Your response is lost in a choked gasp as he withdraws his fingers suddenly, leaving you momentarily empty. You whine at him for stopping but your words are caught in your mouth as you watch him pull his cock free, only for him to then line himself up against you. At first he teases your sentence pearl with his aching tip, feeling you shudder against him. Then, with one fluid thrust, he buries himself inside you, filling you completely.

The stretch is intense, and you can’t help the cry that escapes your lips. He feels perfect—thick and unyielding, just what you’ve been aching for. He groans, hips stuttering as he buries his face into your neck. Then he pulls back and cups your jaw with his hand, making sure every word he’s about to say sinks in; “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget that other guy’s name.”

The need between you both is primal, each thrust deep and purposeful as he claims you in the way he’s been fantasising about for far too long. His hands grip your hips with bruising force as he drives into you, the wet sound of your bodies moving together mingling with the breathless moans that spill from your lips.

“Tell me how good it is,” he commands, voice rough as his pace picks up, your legs tightening around him. “Tell me how much you like the way I fuck you.”

You don’t hold back, your voice a breathy moan. “It’s so good, Wolffe. So much better than anyone else. You’re the only one who can give it to me like this.”

That spurs him on, his movements becoming almost punishing as he growls your name, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. “You’re mine tonight,” he breathes against your neck, the words possessive yet laced with something deeper. “No one else is ever going to touch you like this again.”

Your body tightens around him, every ridge of his cock brushing against your walls. Pleasure builds within you until it’s impossible to hold back any longer. “Fuck,” he groans, head tipping back briefly before his eyes lock onto yours again. “You feel incredible.”

When your release finally crashes over you, it’s intense, your vision going white as your muscles clench around him, drawing a guttural moan from his throat. He doesn’t let up, riding you through your orgasm, praising you, until he’s right there with you, thrusts growing erratic until he spills into you with a deep groan, his forehead resting against yours as he tries to catch his breath.

For a moment, the only sounds are the heavy breathing and the faint hum of the bar’s lights. Wolffe’s hands remain firm on your hips, almost as if he’s still afraid to let go. When he finally pulls back, there’s a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes.

Before you can ask, Wolffe’s hands gently cup your face, his thumbs brushing tenderly along your cheeks. There’s a softness in his gaze now, something you’ve never seen before. His fierce determination melts away, replaced by something far more vulnerable.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, voice thick with emotion. His thumbs continue to trace delicate patterns on your skin as if memorising every contour of your face. “I’ve watched you for so long; how you smile, how you laugh. How you take care of people, even when you think no one notices. You’re not just beautiful—you’re kind, too. And it drives me crazy because you deserve more than just a quick fling. You deserve someone who sees you for all that you are.”

His words hit you harder than any of the passion you’ve shared so far. Your heart stutters at the sincerity in his voice, the way his eyes soften as he holds your gaze. For a moment, the world outside fades, leaving only the two of you in this small, quiet moment. You’ve seen Wolffe as a soldier, a leader, but now, you see him as a man—a man who’s been holding back something real, something deep.

“Wolffe,” you breathe out, touched by his unexpected confession. “I—”

He doesn’t let you finish, leaning in to kiss you with a gentleness that contrasts the rough desire you shared moments before. The kiss is slow, unhurried, a silent acknowledgment of what’s blooming between you. His lips move against yours with reverence, taking his time as if savoring each moment.

When he finally pulls away, his forehead rests against yours, breath mingling with yours in the stillness. “You’re not just someone I want in passing,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. “I want you for more than just tonight.”

Your chest tightens with warmth, a rare vulnerability breaking through your usual confidence. You reach up, running your fingers through his hair, grounding him in this moment. “I’ve wanted you too, more than you know. Not just for what we have now, but for what we could be.”

He studies your face for a moment, as if committing your every feature to memory, then smiles—a small, genuine curve of his lips. “I’m done hiding how I feel,” he says quietly. “You’re mine, but I’ll also be yours, in every way that matters.”

With that, he kisses you again, this time with a perfect balance of passion and tenderness, his need still evident but tempered by something deeper, more meaningful.

It’s not long until a second round of passion ensues, this time him stripping himself completely bare as he lifts you and moves you towards one of the booths for a more comfier setting. He lays you down, crawling over the top of you as his erection firms and pushes into you once again.

“Tell me how it feels,” he moans softly in your ear, his breath warm against your skin.

You can’t help but smile, the words slipping out between moans. “Beautiful… perfect. Nobody has ever made me feel this way.” You whimper, the sound of his cock sliding in and out of your already dampened and filled pussy stirring your crazy.

That longing glint returns to his eyes, but this time, it’s mixed with the affection he just bared to you. “Good,” he murmurs, his pace picking up slightly, his hands never leaving your skin. “Because I’m going to make damn sure you never want anyone else.”

The rhythm between you builds again, the intensity returning as his movements grow more insistent, more determined to claim you in every way possible. But there’s a new layer to it now.

His touch was something deeper, more profound, and it’s shown in the way his lips brush against your skin, the way his hands hold you like you’re something precious. Like a porcelain doll.

As you both approach that edge again, the tension coils tight, your bodies perfectly in sync. The pleasure mounts higher and higher until it crests, a shared release that leaves you both trembling and breathless. You collapse into him, clinging to his shoulders as he holds you steady, his own breath coming out in ragged pants. “Mesh’la,” he breathes, kissing your forehead gently.

For a while, neither of you move, caught in the afterglow. But then, Wolffe gently lifts your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “I want you,” he says again, “No games, no hiding. I want us—for real, whatever it takes.”

You smile, reaching up to cup his face, thumb brushing over the scar near his eye. “Then we’ll make it real. But… What about your status? You’ll be reprimanded.”

“Status be damned,” he growls at the thought of the GAR taking you away from him.

You’ve crossed a line, and there’s no going back. But for once, neither of you care.

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arcsimper5 · 2 years ago

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I have this headcanon that, when asked for their CT number, having been caught doing something they shouldn't, most clones will default to 'CT-6969'.

Because apparently someone checked and that number was blacklisted, so it's kind of an urban legend with clones, and a way to get off the hook for any damages/costs/repercussions.

Until one day, a griselled old clone shows up at 79's looking like an absolute BAMF. I mean this guy makes Woolfe look like a tiny puppy.

Scorched, scratched and tagged armour, shaggy beard, scars all over his face, just one seriously badass looking clone.

And he starts (or more finishes before it started) a fight, and when the droid behind the bar asks for his CT number, cool as a cucumber and without flinching, he replies in a gravelly voice:

"CT-6969."

And the entire bar goes silent, just staring at him while he looks around, grinning.

So when he goes to leave, a shiny gets pushed in front of him by his batch and stammers out the question; 'Are you him?'

The Old clone just laughs, pats the shiny on the shoulder and winks as he passes him by, disappearing back into the night.

#I accidently a clone cryptid?#star wars the clone wars #tcw #the bad batch #clone wars #the clones #headcanon #tcw headcanons #79s clone bar

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justaparsec94 · 5 months ago

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Strings

Summary: You have a pretty good thing going with the straight-laced Commander. But when feelings start to get thrown into the mix things get a little messy.

Pairing: Wolffe x fem!reader

Word Count: 4,969

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Minors be gone, Explicit

Author's Note: This is mostly just porn with feelings and a tiny smattering of plot. Written for the prompt: Topless and face down kiss on the shoulder.

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You had told yourself that the last time had been just that, the last time. You’d promised yourself over and over again that it wouldn’t happen again, couldn’t happen again. Sure, the sex had been so mind-blowingly good that the thought of never having it again made you want to consider swearing off men for the rest of your life. But that wasn’t the point. The point was that he’d made it very clear that sex was all it would ever be. ‘No strings attached’ his gravelly voice had ground out against your ear as he had pinned you to the wall that very first time. And you’d wholeheartedly agreed, you didn’t need the messiness that came along with a relationship. You just wanted him. At first, it had been good, better than good, it had been great. But somewhere along the way, after all the amazing sex and between the backroom meet-ups, feelings had crept their way into the mix, much to your annoyance.

You couldn’t even blame him, he was completely resolute in his decision to remain no strings attached. It seemed unfortunately that your heart was the traitorous one in this relationship and that was how you had come to the conclusion that the last time had been the last time. You knew yourself well enough to stop things before you went and did something completely foolish, like fall in love.

At least, this is what you’d told yourself.

You’d been prepared for his arrival at 79’s, heard through the clone grapevine that the 104th had returned to Coruscant. You’d practiced your strongest look in the mirror before your shift, ensuring your features could school themselves into cool disinterest. The speech you’d had prepared had been memorized. Short and to the point, no opportunity to improvise. A gentle rebuttal to let him know this thing between the two of you could no longer continue. You’d been determined to end it.

Of course, you hadn’t really accounted for just how handsome he truly was in person. Your memory had never really done him justice and seeing him again had proved just how much bantha poodoo you were already in when it came to him. Your resolve had crumbled the instant he’d walked through the door, grey and white armour still in place, Kama swinging around his hips, the silver of his prosthetic eye glinting in the flashing lights of 79’s. Yup, you were well and truly kriffed.

He hadn’t immediately come over to where you were serving up drinks at the bar, but your eyes, as usual, had followed him the entire time as he made his way around. As a Commander he was a notable figure, the men around him parted in respect, heads nodding in acknowledgment as he moved about the bar. He stopped every once and a while to speak with other clones but it didn’t take long before he was standing before you at the bar, the barest hint of a smirk on his face as your eyes connected.

“What can I get for you, Commander?” You had been impressed with your ability to sound casual despite feeling as though you were about to crawl out of your own skin at any moment as his dark gaze swept over you.

“The usual,” The look in his brown eye had made it clear he was not talking about a drink.

Your entire body had felt as if it was engulfed in flames as he looked at you. Fleetingly you’d remembered something about a speech, but all words were lost and you had given him an almost indistinguishable nod without another thought.

And that was how you found yourself in your current situation. Two standard hours later, sitting on the end of your bed in your small apartment, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you watched Wolffe remove his armour piece by piece. Unable to let go of him despite knowing it would be the best before he completely wrecked you.

It wasn’t just the intimacy though that had you unable to resist him, even though it was admittedly the best you’d ever had, it was the moments between and after too. The moments when you’d fall back in bed beside one another, satiated and panting. When the walls between you would crumble and you’d talk for hours about anything and everything as the night would wear on. It was those moments where you’d get him to smile, or pull a rare chuckle from him. When you’d look over at him and his gaze would be warm, his face relaxed, the stress of his life forgotten for a moment, and looking as young as he actually was. You loved those moments just as much, if not more than the intimate ones. You were falling in love with him. No matter how hard you tried to push it away it was undeniable.

He was so beautiful. So much so that it was as if he’d walked straight off the screen of one of your favourite holo dramas. You drank the sight of him in greedily, the deep bronze of his skin, the strong slope of his shoulders, the dark hair covering the broad expanse of his chest, the lines of his abdomen trailing down in a v to his hips. No matter how many times the two of you had done this the sight of him never failed to make you flush.

You stood as he slowly approached the bed, your dressing gown slipping from your shoulders and pooling around your feet in a silky puddle. His gaze was hungry as it roved over your body, the look making your insides squirm pleasantly. You were already wet with anticipation and you clamped your thighs together to create some friction as he stopped in front of you, so close that your chests were nearly touching. He was always so warm and his hand burned pleasantly against your skin as he reached up to touch you, trailing sensuously down from the base of your throat to your hip. His grip against your hip was firm as his eyes roved your face, as though he were searching for something in your expression.

The look made you nervous, as though he could see the traitorous feelings that had been growing in you over the past few months. But you did your best to keep your features schooled despite the small part of you that reminded you this was a bad idea, that you had decided to put a stop to this so he couldn’t find out. However, that logical part was almost completely drowned out by the need coursing through your body. You wanted him so badly and in that moment you were willing to take whatever he would give you.

“What do you want?” His voice was so low it rumbled straight from his chest, the sound sent a tingle through your spine.

He always asked the question and your answer was always the same, “You.”

He didn’t need to know that your answer had begun to take on new meaning over the past few months.

An involuntary squeak left your mouth as he lifted you straight off the ground, your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively bringing your bodies even closer together. He moved until his knees hit the bed before he gently tossed you down onto it as though you weighed nothing at all. You landed with a giggle, heart racing in your chest as you grinned up at him. You only just caught a flash of his answering grin before he was on top of you, teeth nipping at your neck as his hands roamed your body. You felt yourself come alive under his touch, no one had ever made you feel the way he did.

He spread your legs with a rough touch, slotting himself between your thighs as his hands moved to your knees to keep you in place. He leaned back slightly, his gaze dark and devouring as it roved your body. His look alone was enough to have you shivering as you were spread beneath him.

He leaned forward again, his mouth nipping at your ear gently as he spoke in that irresistibly rough voice of his, “You are so beautiful.”

You shivered again as his one hand slipped up your thigh, moving achingly slow towards your core, “I couldn’t keep my eyes off you all night,” He continued as your eyes slipped closed, you bit your lip to try and keep a moan from escaping you as his hand finally dipped into your folds, “It should be a crime for you to look that good.”

This time you were unable to stop your moan as his calloused fingers brushed over your clit, slowly and methodically. It took all of the strength you possessed to open your eyes once more to meet his gaze as he continued to explore every inch of you, “It was all just for you.” It was true, when you had chosen your work outfit for the night he had been the only one on your mind. And it had been worth it, you’d felt his eyes on you the entire night while you finished your shift.

His gaze grew darker and a low rumble sounded in his throat at your words. The sound drove you wild and you tilted your hips, aching for him to touch you more, to build the friction between the two of you. You wanted him so baldly. No matter how many times the two of you did this that ache never seemed to lessen. Your need was nearly blinding and you panted with need beneath him. His pace remained the same despite it, slow and methodical as he slipped two fingers into your slick core, thumb rubbing against your clit as you mewled with pleasure.

“Wolffe…” You whined as he brought you closer to the edge, though not enough to tip you fully over. It was maddening but at the same time, you never wanted him to stop. Your knees clamped around his hips, pulling him closer to you, determined to keep him in place but you weren’t strong enough to stop him as he leaned back, hand going with him and leaving you desperate.

You pouted up at him, but he only smirked down at you, his brown and silver eyes winking in the light of the passing speeders outside.

“Easy, darling,” He purred, which was enough to have you pressing your legs together once more, seeking the friction you had lost. He chuckled lowly at the sight of you writhing in front of him before he reached a hand out to your hip, gently guiding you up from the bed.

“Flip over,” He rumbled, his hand squeezing you gently as your heart raced in your chest.

You did as you were told, flipping over on shaky legs as he continued to guide your hips up until you were kneeling on the bed. You could feel the heat radiating off of Wolffe from where he was standing behind you. His length was long and hard against your thigh as he leaned over you, hand sliding gently across your skin and making you shudder. His fingers found your core once more, gliding over your entrance for a moment before his thumb found you clit. You gasped, hands gripping at the bed sheets as you leaned further into him, it was at once too much and not enough. He truly was going to be the death of you.

You felt as if you were going to combust, lost in the sensation of his hand on you, the heat of him pressed against your back. You were rapidly climbing towards your release, desperate to tip over into pleasure.

He nipped at the junction between your neck and shoulder, your back arching up into him at the sensation of his teeth against your skin. You moaned loudly as he slid two fingers inside of you, your cunt instantly clutching around him as the welcome intrusion. His thumb continued to work against your clit as he curled his fingers inside of you, hitting that spot that had you seeing stars. You felt as if your body was on fire, the sensations overwhelming and you panted, your breaths ragged as he continued his ministrations.

“Wolffe…” You gasped as his thumb continued to massage your clit, his fingers curling and relaxing inside of you as you hurtled toward your release. Tease gathered in the corners of your eyes at the overwhelming sensation, you were so close.

Your body was trembling beneath him, breathing ragged as you felt the slick of your cunt running over his fingers and down your legs.

He pressed even further into you, every line of his body meeting yours perfectly as he continued to fuck you with his fingers, “That’s it, sweetheart, let me hear you,” His voice rumbled through his chest and straight into you.

“Wolffe…” You gasped, barely able to speak with how close you were.

He chuckled and then suddenly he was nipping at your neck once more.

And that was all it took. The feeling of his teeth against you once more sent you tumbling over the edge and you came hard against his fingers. Moaning loudly, stars popping behind your eyes as your cunt fluttered around his fingers as your orgasm ripped through you. You tipped forward slightly as your limbs went limp with your release but as always, Wolffe had you. With his free hand, he wrapped a strong arm around your middle, keeping you upright as you rode out the waves of your orgasm.

You moaned once more, eyes still squeezed shut as his fingers slid out of you. You instantly missed him but before you could even protest he had shifted once more above you and you groaned as you felt the head of his cock glide through your slick to nudge against your cunt. You had barely come down from your first high but the sensation of him pressing against you had your stomach tightening once more in anticipation.

He pressed slowly into you, giving you the time to adjust to his size. You pressed back into him, groaning as his length filled you so completely, at the friction building in you once more. Your hands fisted in the bed sheets once more as his hands gripped your hips, guiding you slowly over his cock, almost torturously.

He swore lowly under his breath, fingers tightening on your hips, pressing groves into your skin as you slowly met him thrust for thrust.

You moaned, head tipping down towards your chest as your back ached up into him, pressing back to feel every inch of him. He moaned, your name escaping from between his teeth as a hiss before he pulled all the way out before slamming back in. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass filled the room, and your hold on the sheets tightened as his pace went from slow to fast in an instant.

His body bent over yours even more, chest pressed against you, one hand still on your hip while the other slid around to slide up your body. His large hand engulfed your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers as you gasped and panted beneath him. You had thought your first orgasm had drained you but you were quickly building to another as he thrust rapidly in and out of you, the head of his cock hitting you just right at this angle.

Wolffe licked and nipped his way up your sweat-soaked spine, sending shudders through your body. You felt as if you were floating, every limb weightless as desired pooled in your abdomen. No one had ever made you feel the way he did.

Your name fell from his lips once more like a prayer, his hips stuttering against you for a moment, hands pressing so hard into your flesh you knew it would leave a mark.

Suddenly he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder and somehow the gesture was more intimate than anything you had ever shared. It was as if a cold bucket of water had suddenly been poured over you. Your body tensed involuntarily as your thoughts went from focused entirely on your pleasure to all over the place. Your pulse raced beneath your skin and your throat contracted with panic as all of the feelings you had been trying so hard to bury rushed to the surface.

You didn’t kiss. He was all tongue and teeth but he had never actually kissed you before. The two of you had come to some unspoken understanding that kissing would cross the no-strings-attached line. And up until that very moment, you both had abided by this rule. No matter how quick and innocent it had been it had left you completely unmoored. Your thoughts were reeling out of control, trying to find meaning in the gesture when logically you knew there likely wasn’t any. You so desperately wanted it to mean something. Your eyes blurred, stinging as your breath came out in a ragged pant. You weren’t sure who you were angrier at, him or yourself.

Wolffe froze, clearly noticing the tension that had suddenly appeared in your body. He murmured your name, his hand gentle against your skin, but you barely heard him over your own raging thoughts.

“I can’t -“ you finally managed to choke out, pulling away from him and rolling onto your back on the bed. Panic and embarrassment were flooding through you, your eyes burned as you looked up at the concern and confusion etched on his face. He rocked back to rest on his heels, the lines of his body holding the same tension as your own as he looked at you.

“Are you ok?” His voice was so gentle that it made your heart break even more, “Did I hurt you?”

“No, no of course you didn’t hurt me,” At least not physically and not intentionally. It was your own inability to remain casual that suddenly had you panicking at his touch, “I just can’t do this anymore…”

His face was etched with confusion, dark brow furrowing above eyes that had tensed at the corners, “What do you mean?”

“I thought I could do no strings attached. I thought I’d be fine,” You answered, unable to fully meet his gaze as your voice quivered. You steeled yourself despite wanting to do nothing more than run from the room and never see him again. But the damage was already done, the least you could do now was explain, no matter what the outcome might be, “But then you go and kiss me like that and I want more. I want you, all of you.”

You looked up at him as you spoke the last word, searching his face for any sort of reaction despite being terrified of what you might find there. But his face remained as unreadable as always. His expression was impassive, as though you had made a comment about the weather and not essentially expressed your undying love for him. Your eyes began to burn as the silence between you stretched on unbearably long. Finally, it became too much for you to handle, the emotions inside you bubbling over as you reached up to press your hands to your face, covering your eyes as the tears pooled. You felt so embarrassed, so angry at yourself for being unable to keep your feelings for him under control. You wished a hole would open up beneath your bed and swallow you so you no longer had to experience his rejection.

You took a shaky breath, pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes as you tried your best to get your emotions back under control. It was fine, you tried to tell yourself. You could survive this. Despite how much it hurt and despite how much you would miss him you could live without him. It was better in the long run, you tried to convince yourself, better to be hurt now than hurt even worse later on.

The thoughts running rampant in your head were suddenly cut off by two large, calloused hands gently grasping your wrists. He pulled gently until your hands came away from your face and continued to pull until you were sitting upright in front of him. Despite your surprise at the fact that he hadn’t immediately run from the room you still couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze, you didn’t want him to see the tears that you knew were lingering in your eyes.

“Hey,” He murmured softly, “Look at me,” he lifted one hand to gently rest under your chin, tipping your head up towards him.

You had no choice but to meet his gaze, tears still threatening to fall from your eyes and your pulse raced beneath your skin. His expression was still impassive, giving away absolutely nothing of his thoughts. It made you even more nervous but you took a deep steadying breath, steeling yourself for whatever he was about to say.

His face might not have been giving anything away, but as your eyes connected something was pooling in the depth of his brown eye that had your heart kicking into overdrive.

He was silent for another long moment before he spoke, his voice a soft murmur, as though he were afraid to disturb the silence in your room, “You have me. You’ve had me for a long time.”

He looked away after he spoke, as though embarrassed by his admission. But you couldn’t look away from him, stunned by his words. Was he actually saying that the entire time you’d been agonizing over your feelings for him he had been feeling the exact same way?

Your mouth opened and closed a few times as you watched him, a hundred different things rushing through your head. Of course what finally came out was much less articulate, “You…what?”

Wolffe’s answering chuckle was a soft rumble as he turned his gaze back towards you, “You’re really going to make me say it again?” he grunted, dark brow furrowing as the corners of his mouth turned down. But there was a lightness in his brown eye that you had had the privilege of seeing only a few times before. To everyone else, Wolffe was stalwart bordering on grumpy but you knew there was a lot more lingering beneath his surface that he let very few people see it. It was just one of the many things you loved about him. Even if at this moment his aversion to outward emotional displays was driving you a bit crazy.

“I’m yours,” He repeated when it was clear you were just going to continue gaping at him silently.

You didn’t think it was possible but your heart rate seemed to pick up a notch, and your stomach tightened with the emotions that were rushing through you. You felt a flush creep its way up your neck and onto your face. But despite the emotional reaction you were having you couldn’t quite believe he meant his words the same way you did.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked finally, your voice barely above a whisper.

He seemed to consider his words for a moment before he spoke, “You might have noticed that I’m not the best with words,” He grumbled, one brow quirking up as he looked at you, “And I was the one who insisted we keep it casual. I guess a part of me didn’t want to admit I blew it almost immediately. The other part was afraid you wouldn’t feel the same…”

You shook your head, a sharp chuckle escaping you before you could stop it, “You stubborn ass,” Your voice was almost breathless as you moved so you were in front of him once more, knees touching, “Do you know how long I’ve been worrying about this?? I even prepared a breakup speech!”

Wolffe’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, a small smirk crossing his face, “Really? Well, let’s hear it then.”

“No!” You protested, moving again so that your hands were on him once more, slowly trailing up from his chest to rest on his jawline, cradling his face, “That speech will never see the light of day. I want you Wolffe, all of you. Only you.”

He leaned into your touch, gaze softening once more, “C’mere,” He murmured as his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest.

Without another thought you were kissing him, the space between your bodies disappearing as you straddled him on the bed. He moaned softly against you, his free hand coming up to cup the back of your head, pulling you closer as he gently nipped at your lower lip. You had pictured the first time you would truly kiss him a thousand times before, but none of your fantasies had ever come close the the real thing. You wanted him so badly that it was nearly overwhelming.

His erection pressed against you as you licked at his lips before tangling your tongue with his own. Your kisses were needy, desperate. As though now that you had started you would never be able to get enough of one another.

Desire raged in your core once more as your hands slid down from his face, slowly across his neck, and down to his strong chest, fingers tangling in the course hair that covered his pecs.

Wolffe pulled away from you slightly, just enough that your eyes could meet, “Gods, I’ve wanted you for so long,” His grip on you tightened, leaving you breathless.

“I’m yours,” You whispered back, repeating his earlier words.

His gaze was dark and ravenous as he shifted slightly, his erection dragging against your hot and slick core. With a single easy motion, he sheathed himself inside of you, filling you so completely it left you gasping in his arms, head dipping towards your chest at the overwhelming sensation.

He gave you a moment to adjust before he slowly began to thrust up into you, pressing kisses to your neck, jaw, lips, anywhere he could reach as you clung to him.

You were rapidly hurtling towards an orgasm as your thrusts met his. His cock hitting that spot deep inside of you perfectly each time, your clit rubbing against the base of him with every thrust. You moaned, eyes closing as you gripped his shoulders, using them for leverage as your chest rubbed against his own. Your legs began to shake as his pace increased, thrusts turning desperate as you rode him.

Wolffe’s head dipped to press a kiss just below your collarbone as his one hand snuck between your bodies to palm your breast. His other hand remained on your hip, guiding your thrusts, his touch almost bruising.

You were so close it was almost unbearable, your heart fluttered beneath your skin, every inch of you feeling as if you were about to combust with each press of his lips against your skin. But you managed to open your eyes, finding his own lust-filled gaze looking back up at you as your hand trailed from his shoulder to his neck, tilting his head up towards you.

He met you eagerly, lips crashing into your own as his thrust grew frantic. His tongue pressed into your mouth as you bucked against his hips and that was all it took for you to finally tip over the edge. Your orgasm was blinding, walls clenching sharply around his cock, as the waves of pleasure rolled through you. Every limb felt like a live wire and you tossed your head back with a moan, your grip on him the only thing keeping you tethered.

Wolffe groaned, his thrusts losing their rhythm for a moment as your cunt continued to milk him as the waves of bliss overtook you.

Your name was on his lips once more, a hiss of air as his hips stuttered before he came with a shudder, “Fuck, you’re perfect,” He groaned as he filled you.

You were both panting, chests rising and falling as you both rode out the waves of your combined pleasure. Wolffe leaned forward once more to kiss your shoulder, your neck, and your jaw before finding your lips once more. You raised your hands to drag your fingers through his cropped black hair as you met his kiss, pressing into him.

He chuckled softly as he noticed your legs shake, and with a single smooth motion he wrapped his arms around you, leaning forward and then rolling you both over until you were lying side by side in your bed. You both lay there panting for a long moment, heat still pooled low in your belly from the lingering effects of your orgasm.

Once your breathing had returned somewhat to normal you turned your head to look over at Wolffe, only to find he was already gazing at you. The smallest hint of a smile was on his face, which was essentially the Wolffe equivalent of a beaming smile. Your own face brightened before you rolled slightly to rest your head on his chest, instinctually his arm moved to wrap around you, pulling you closer as your limbs tangled together.

“You’ll stay?” You asked softly, your eyes beginning to grow heavy as the heat of his body seeped into your own.

“I’m not going anywhere,” He replied lowly, you felt his response in his chest more than you even heard it, “Ever.”

And you believed him. You finally knew at that moment that his feelings for you were a reflection of your own. And you knew that he would do everything in his power to keep that promise to you. Forever.

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