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kaminocasey · 7 days ago

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Read to Me

Pairing: Wrecker x F!Medic Reader Summary: Wrecker loves it when you read to him. This time, he asks you to read something spicier. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI; Super light angst, Smut, uprotected p in v (wrap it up friends), oral (f receiving), fluff WC: 4k A/N: It's been a minute since I've written a SW fic and I started this literally a year ago but I woke up missing this gentle giant so I felt inspired to finish it. Listened to this song while finishing it.

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“That doesn’t seem like a normal data report.” Crosshair’s smoky voice is behind you as you sit on the hatch of the Marauder.

You turn and see that he’s looking over your shoulder, staring directly down at your datapad that currently has a smutty scene in the book you’re reading.

“It’s a book.” Your cheeks immediately burn with embarrassment. “Mind your own business.”

Wrecker’s ears perk up. “What kind of book?”

Your entire body goes warm at the thought of Wrecker knowing what kind of books you read when you’re not reading to him at night. It’s a nighttime tradition. You lay in your bunk directly across from Wrecker’s and you read him to sleep. He says he loves the sound of your voice and that it helps calm him down at night. You love reading to him as much as he does. Which is why this is incredibly embarrassing.

You shoot daggers at Crosshair and he reaches one of his incredibly long arms around you, plucking your datapad right out of your hands and starts to step away.

“Crosshair! Give it back!” You shout.

And then Crosshair does something even more mortifying. He starts reading it out loud.

“Jahret takes Leema in his arms and pushes her up against the wall, forcing her legs to separate with his knee between them. As a result, she grinds her already wet warmth-”

You tackle Crosshair to the durasteel floor of the Marauder and he smirks when you land on top of him with an “oof.”

“You’re such a karking asshole.” You snatch the datapad away and start to get up, Wrecker lending out a hand in the process.

You take his hand and give him an appreciative smile, still embarrassed as you walk away to the fresher to hide for a bit. He follows you with concerned eyes.

“Why’d ya do that?” Wrecker lightly shoves Crosshair when you disappear.

Crosshair smirks. “You ought to have her read that book to you. I think you’ll like it better than the other stuff she reads to you.”

Wrecker furrows his brows at his brother, confused. When he heard Crosshair reading out loud what you’d been reading made him go warm in the face, though, that much he did know. He didn’t think it was embarrassing, though. He wants to ask you, though, he isn’t sure how, without embarrassing you further.

Would you ever read that out loud if he asked? Would that be pushing it too far? It really has to do more with how you read. He really loves going to sleep to the sound of your voice.

There’s a knock on the fresher door and you get up off the floor and open it, thinking that one of the guys needs to use the fresher. Instead, and thankfully, you’re met with your favorite pair of warm brown eyes and a kind smile.

“Oh, Wrecker.” You feel yourself flush and divert your eyes to the fresher sink. “Sorry, do you need the fresher?”

“No, I was just…” He rubs the back of his head, as if he isn’t sure how to say what’s on his mind.

You’ve never seen the larger man so timid.

“Just…?” You look back up at him.

He can’t stop looking at your lips, wondering what it would be like to kiss them. He always does, though. He always wants to kiss you. Always.

“Just wonderin’ how come you don’t read that kinda book to me?” He smiles.

You go hot in the face at the thought of reading that kind of book to Wrecker. “Oh… I mean… it’s just… Kark. I don’t know.” You cross your arms, leaning against the wall.

“Would you… ever…?” He tries to ask you, tilting his head, smiling that incredibly heartwarming smile that you could never ever say no to.

“You really want me to?” You raise your eyebrows up in surprise.

He shrugs. “I like when you read all sorts of books to me.”

You smile up at him. “Alright… But… we should probably set some ground rules… shouldn’t we?”

He guides you out to your bunk and climbs in with you, pulling the curtain closed. It’s a little cramped with him so close in such a small space, but you don’t mind. You cross your legs, sitting against the wall and Wrecker lays his head in your lap.

“What kind of rules, mesh’la?” Wrecker smiles up at you.

“Well… I mean… I don’t want you to feel like I’m taking advantage of you in any way. So maybe we shouldn’t… you know, act on any feelings this kind of book stirs inside of us.” You go absolutely hot in the face at the thought of recreating any of these scenes with him. Does he know you feel the way you do about him? Would he ever reciprocate these feelings one day? Probably not.

“Mesh’la, you could never take advantage of me.” He reaches around and pats your knee and you smile down at him. “Trust me.”

You nod. “Alright then.”

Pulling your datapad back up, you push one of the books that you’d not read yet that you’d been saving for a while. It’s a forbidden romance between a princess and a Jedi knight.

At one point, Wrecker starts to close his eyes and you think he’s going to fall asleep, his breathing becoming deep and even. You didn’t get to any spicy scenes yet, so those will probably be for tomorrow’s reading. Tonight, you just enjoy the feel of the large man in your lap, smiling down at him as you trace lines over his face. When you trail your fingers over his lips, he presses a soft kiss to them and you go fuzzy all over, your chest tightening.

You’re so gone for this man, it’s not even funny. Maybe to Crosshair, because that kriffing asshole absolutely knew what he was doing when he pulled that little stunt earlier.

“Come here.” Wrecker’s gruff, yet soft voice tells you, his eyes still closed.

“Hm?” You look down at him, sleepily.

“Will you cuddle with me?” He asks.

How could you say no?

He lifts up his head slightly for you to maneuver between him and the wall. He rests his arm so that you can rest your head against it. You expected it to be hard and uncomfortable because of all of his muscles, but it’s not. He’s not. It’s the comfiest you’ve felt since joining up in the GAR.

Wrecker reaches down and pulls your leg over his and it becomes even more comfortable. His arm that you’re laying on wraps around you and you move your head to his chest, which is somehow just as comfortable. It occurs to you that you probably won’t ever get to sleep this comfortably again, so you may as well enjoy it. And like he said… you aren’t taking advantage of this. Right?

The hyperspace and ship sounds lull you to sleep almost right away, and as sleep starts to take you, you think you feel Wrecker pull you even closer.

When you wake up, you find yourself still wrapped in Wrecker’s arms, practically on top of him. You realize that and then sit up.

“Morning.” You hear Wrecker’s sweet voice and you rub your eyes, looking down at him.

“Good morning.” You smile.

“Come back here.” He opens his arm again.

You peek around the curtain and see that no one’s here, which means you’ve made it back to Kamino for your supply run. You lay back down in the crook of Wrecker’s arm, resting your hand on his warm chest and throwing your leg back over his own.

You’re glad that Hunter’s not here so he can’t hear your heart absolutely racing against your chest. Can Wrecker feel it?

Does he know how your heart beats only for him?

“Slept so good last night. Oughta sleep in your bunk like this more.” He tells you.

You nod in agreement. “I agree. Anytime you want.”

He smiles down at you and then looks at your hand on his chest.

“D’you think maybe we could read more of that book. It was a really good story.” Wrecker requests.

You swallow and it sounds loud to your own ears. A spicier scene is about to come up, you know it. The princess and Jedi had gotten themselves into a tough situation where she was almost taken and now they’re hiding out and there’s a ton of sexual tension.

“Unless ya don’t want to, then we can get up and go meet the guys.” Wrecker offers, noticing you thinking.

You smile up at him. “Yeah, big guy. We can read more.”

He reaches up behind the pillow and grabs your datapad, handing it to you. You cuddle in close, getting comfortable again. His fingers trail down your arm, over your hand, until they settle on your hip. Heat courses through your veins and you try your best to keep a content sigh from escaping your lips.

“A-alright.” You start reading again with a slightly shaky breath.

When you get to the spicy scene, you pause for a moment and Wrecker looks down at you.

“Y-you’re sure?” You murmur.

“Go on.” He squeezes your hip, sending electricity through your body.

You nod. “Right. Okay.”

So you continue reading, reading about how the princess gets down on her knees for Jedi . He tries to ask her if they should really be doing this but she tells him how badly she wants him. She needs him. He tells her the same. The Jedi doesn’t stop her as she releases his length from his pants and starts to lick long stripes up it until she takes him in her mouth-

Your entire body is hot as you read and just when you think you’ve gotten used to the scene, you feel a twitch in Wrecker’s pants. It’s a normal reaction, of course. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t feeling a certain way about it as well. But still… It's hard to ignore.

As you continue to read about the princess and Jedi knight starting to make love, it’s impossible to miss the tent in Wrecker’s pants becoming more evident. His grip on your hip tightens and you nearly combust right then. This was a monumentally horrible idea.

When the chapter ends, you put your data pad down and lay there with him. Both of your chests are rising a little more rapidly.

“That was uh…” Wrecker rubs a hand down his face and then clenches his hand, sitting it to his side.

His grip on your hip never lessens, though.

“We better go find the guys.” You whisper.

“Right, right. Yeah.” Wrecker nods.

You start to get up to carefully climb over him, but he moves at the same time that you start to stretch a leg over the side and it causes you to fall on top of him. Your warmth lands roughly against his hardened length and you both groan loudly.

His hands find both of your hips this time and he grips tightly. You stare at each other, both afraid to move.

“Mesh’la…” Wrecker whispers, pupils blown wide. “Please…”

“W-we shouldn’t…” You whisper, really wanting to give in, your hands on his firm chest, gripping the fabric of his bodysuit.

He’s only begging like this because of his sexual frustration because of the book. It has nothing to do with you. But still… with the way he’s looking up at you…

He tests the waters by guiding you over his length. You let out a needy whimper as your underwear rubs against your clit just right.

“Do… do ya… want it?” His deep voice goes straight to your warmth and you can only let out a nod.

He nods back up at you and starts to guide you slowly, painfully slow, over his length, the friction building up the most agonizing, yet delicious feeling against your clothed pussy.

He lets out a strained groan. “Please, mesh’la… I’ll treat ya so good.”

You believe him. Fuck… you really believe him.

Wrecker watches as you lick your lips, completely hypnotized, needing to taste you. All of you. He doesn’t think he’s ever wanted something or someone so badly.

As if the Force itself is dragging him upright, he pulls you against himself and kisses you with more passion than he’s ever felt toward any explosive ever. Which is a lot. But kissing you is like his very own firework. It’s explosive and beautiful and makes his heart hammer in his chest.

When you and Wrecker pull apart, neither of you can stop smiling at the other. His smile makes you feel whole, like all of the parts that have ever been taken from you are put back together, by him.

Both yours and Wrecker’s pupils are completely blown with lust… and something else. At least, for you it’s something else. Could he possibly feel the same way you do?

“Will you let me, pretty girl?” He murmurs, starting to grind you back and forth over his now painfully hard length again. “Will you let me make you cum? Please… I’ll- I’ll make ya cum so good…”

You’d let him do whatever he wanted to you at this point because Maker, he’s huge… and the sound of his voice is doing something to you.

His cock is throbbing against your clothed core and you know that the only answer could be yes at this point, your silly rule be damned.

With an eager nod, you can’t help but practically beg. “Fuck… Wreck… Please.”

You could definitely come like this for him. But before you get the chance to find out, he carefully guides you over onto your back, opens the curtain and gets down onto the durasteel floors of the Marauder, falling to his knees.

You watch with parted lips as he smirks up at you. He guides your pants and underwear down your legs, letting them fall to the floor.

The others could walk in at any moment, you realize. But somehow… you just don’t think you care. Let them watch if they want. You need Wrecker. Now.

He slides his hands up your bare legs, settling on your thighs and you take note of how huge they look against your own skin.

“So kriffing pretty.” He grins before lifting your legs and guiding them over his shoulders, his large hands gripping your thighs, holding you in place.

“You’re pretty.” You stroke his hand, looking down at him.

He gives a flustered look and kisses your inner thigh, making you squirm a little bit. The way he looks up at you makes your insides flutter and you can’t help but guide his face toward your warmth. He gives you a satisfied smirk that says that he knows what you want… what you need.

He does exactly what you need. He dives his tongue deep into your pussy, making you gasp loudly. Your hand flies to his head, holding him there. He lets out a deep chuckle against your warmth, vibrating against you.

“Fuck cyar’ika… Knew you’d taste so good.” He murmurs before his lips latch onto your clit.

Wet sounds below you lead you to realize you’ve never been this wet before. Not even when pleasuring yourself.

“You- you knew? You think about it?” You whimper.

“Ev’ry night.” He grunts as he continues to taste and tease you until you’re a shaking mess.

He pushes your knees back to your chest, spreading your pussy with his fingers as he continues to eat you like a man starved.

The way his lips latch onto your clit has your back arching up off the bed and when he starts to hum, you’re immediately thrown over the edge with virtually no warning, gasping loud enough that it trails into a moan, echoing throughout the ship.

“Maker… Knew you’d cum so pretty too…” He groans, kissing your cunt like a man in love, causing you to tremble. “Like an angel…”

“Yeah?” You go warm all over.

He nods, trailing his hands up and down your bare thighs.

“Come here.” You murmur, guiding him back into the bunk with you.

He gets back up into the bunk, hovering over you as he leans down and kisses you, causing you to taste your eagerness on his lips and tongue. You moan softly against his lips and he smirks into the kiss. “You like the way you taste?” He whispers, roughly.

You let out a needy whine, nodding.

“Pretty girl…” He hums softly as he trails his lips down your jaw and neck, to your collarbone, making you grip his shoulders.

“Too clothed.” You complain, softly.

He chuckles softly and leans back on his knees to pull his shirt off, dropping it to the durasteel floor. You sit up slightly to pull your own shirt off. His eyes go wide momentarily at the sight of you and he comes back down to crush his lips to yours.

“You’re perfect…” He whispers when he pulls away to sit back up to kick off his pants.

The moment that you see his length, your jaw drops and you start to wonder if he’s going to fit.

“I’ll go slow.” He promises you as he comes back to you, clearly reading your facial expressions as he hovers over you again.

You nod, trusting him. You always have, and always will. Whether it’s out in the field or here in bed…

“You still want it?” He asks, looking between the two of you.

“Yes.” You murmur, reassuring him. “Stars, yes.”

He chuckles and kisses you again.

“Never gonna get tired of kissin’ ya.” He promises you, lifting a leg so he can get a better angle.

“Makes two of us.” You grin up at him.

He starts to line his tip up with your entrance and the stretch around his tip alone makes you gasp.

“Ready?” He looks down at you.

“Please…” You look back up at him and he gives you his grin that makes you feel whole. Wrecker’s eyes glance back down at the way your pussy starts to take his tip easily and he can’t help the rough groan that escapes his lips. His grip on your thigh tightens as he starts to push into you a bit more. He looks to you for permission to slide in fully and you nod. “Please…” You whisper, clenching around him already.

He lets out a soft growl and pushes into you the rest of the way, making both of you let out a breathless moan. He grips your other thigh as he bottoms out.

“Feels better than I coulda imagined…” He groans. “So good…”

You nod in agreement, rather speechless. You’ve never felt so full just from a partner before so it almost feels like the first time all over again.

“You okay?” He murmurs, looking down at you with a confident and knowing smile.

You nod again. “Perfect… Keep going, Wreck…”

Wrecker pulls out just to push back in and you let out a needy gasp. He groans loudly and repeats the motion, clearly loving the reaction he can get out of you.

One of his hands travels up to your breast to grope you tightly making you clench around him. He lets out a low growl and starts to speed up his thrusts.

“Feels so good…” He grits between his teeth.

All you can manage is an agreed whimper, which makes him smirk.

“Shoulda had you read more books like that before…” He groans as his head falls back, his hands roaming to your hips to grip you tightly, basically using you to get himself off.

It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. And heard. The wet sounds between the two of you is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before.

“Wrecker…” You beg softly.

“What is it, pretty girl?” He lets go of your hips and falls forward over you, burying his face in your neck, kissing and licking in a way that’s going to make you fall apart.

“Let me ride you…” You murmur, almost shyly.

Wrecker pulls away from your neck to look at you and you can see his eyes darken. Wordlessly, he pulls out of you and rolls over onto his back so that you can climb on top of him. You waste no time sinking down onto his cock which makes the two of you groan loudly against each other.

You grip his firm chest, steadying yourself so that you can grind against his hips, the new angle stretching you in a way that you’ve never had before.

“So… big…” You gasp as you clench around him again.

He smirks up at you, clearly pleased with himself as his hands find your waist, guiding you back and forth.

“Wanna see you cum again… touch yourself…” He murmurs.

You go hot all over at his command and immediately do what you’re told. Your fingers fall down to your clit and you instantly clench around him.

“Atta girl.” He praises you, his voice low with need.

You let out soft whimpers and moans as you get closer and closer to finishing again.

“Kriff… Look so pretty on top of me like that…” His hands grip your waist in a bruising manner, like he’s trying to hold back.

You believe him when he says it. No man has ever looked at you the way that Wrecker looks at you. Like he… loves you…

“Maker, Wreck… I’m gonna…” You gasp. “Yeah you are… Go on mesh’la… cum for me again… Wanna feel it around my cock this time.” He practically begs.

Your fingers speed up on your clit, applying a little more pressure as you chase your orgasm that you desperately want to give Wrecker.

“W-with me?” You ask, hoping he knows what you mean.

He nods. “Yes, ma’am.”

You groan softly as you grip his firm broad chest with your free hand and end up moaning when he starts bouncing you up and down on his cock. Your head falls back as your moans get louder, more pleading.

“That’s it, cyare… that’s it.” He groans as your orgasm is practically ripped from your body, causing your fingers to fall away from your clit so you can cup your hand over your mouth to keep from screaming. “Where-”

“In me…”

“Kriff…” He groans as his hips still and he fills you with himself, causing you to fall forward against his chest.

You bury your face into his warm neck as you both pant against each other, trying to return your breathing to normal. He always smells like a warm sunny beach day and it’s intoxicating… comforting… You're both quiet for a while, his fingers trailing up and down your back. It’s the most calm you’ve felt in so long that you’re not ready to get up anytime soon. You just hope Wrecker’s brothers are willingly giving you privacy.

“How are you feeling?” He asks you, softly.

You rest your chin on the back of your hand, which is settled against his chest, and look up at him. “Perfect.”

“Good. You are, ya know… perfect…” He murmurs, reaching and brushing his lips against your forehead.

You go warm again and reach up to brush your lips against his. His hand falls to your lower back, keeping you in place.

“I’ve been waiting so long to do that…” He tells you.

“How long?” You smile sweetly at him as you brush your lips against his chest.

“Since the day you joined the squad…” He tells you, sheepishly.

“Me too.” You tell him, honestly.

“You have?” His eyebrows raise in surprise.

You nod, grinning widely at him. “Of course I have.”

He crushes his lips to yours again and pushes you over onto your back, getting carried away, which you wouldn’t have a problem with except you hear footsteps coming up the hatch of the Marauder.

“Kriff…” He groans, pulling the blanket up over the two of you so no one sees anything, not having time to pull the curtain closed.

You hear Hunter and Echo’s chuckle but they don’t have anything to say… yet. Crosshair, however…

“Looks like that reading really paid off for you, Wrecker.” Crosshair smirks as he walks by, taking note of the clothes discarded on the floor.

You and Wrecker both roll your eyes and cuddle closer. For now, you won’t let anything ruin this moment between the two of you.

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eobe · 3 days ago

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❤️‍🔥✨👀 Look at all that awesome art and storytelling!! 😱🫠 I am very in love with all those details, but especially with the soft looking face of Veetch 🥰🤩

GAR Goth Night, Choy and Una’s Night Out

Veetch/ force sensitive OC Choy, Tech/Twilek OC Una plus cameos from GGN

Rating: sfw

Word Count <2000

An Elaboration from this

A continuation of this and this

Story and art under the cut

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Vetch and Hexx disappeared into the crowd, blending in with the bodies and lights and haze from the fog machine that had been kicked on. Choy felt a tap on her shoulder.

“Can you ‘elp me with the other big feathers?” Una, her tall Twilek friend, leaned down once again to bring her fontage arrangement within Choy’s reach. “Zey are all loose and annoying.”

“I’ll leave the little ones. How’s that?” Choy secured a couple flowers in the gap left by the feathers which she handed to Una as she stood up.

“Ahh so much better, thank you, Choy.” Una absent mindedly tugged and twirled one of her lekku and looked around at the people around her.

Choy’s eye was caught by a flash of white and the red glow of a small low light camera. There was a group of men of different sizes standing off to the side, one was huge. “Hey let’s go introduce you to Tech! You two should get a picture together at least!”

“Who eez Taeck?”

“Teh-“ Choy emphasized the short vowel, “Tech. Short for technical or technically. He’s one of clone force 99. The Bad Batch. You were staring at him when we got here. The one in white,” Choy explained as they skirted the walls of 79’s rather than cut across the throng. At the back door there was a clone with half white hair smoking a death stick. He took in the sight of them and squinted. Choy arched an eyebrow and pulled on Una’s hand.

“Oh, Tehhhch,” Una practiced. “He eez a clone? He does not look much like one,” she whispered to Choy as they got closer.

Tech was scanning the crowd and pressing a button on the side of his goggles. Wrecker was just behind him and had noticed the Twilek staring. He said something to Tech, who continued to scan the room opposite the girls.

“No, over there, 9 o’clock!” Wrecker grabbed the top of Tech’s head and twisted it to face him towards Una.

Choy snickered at Wrecker’s tactic, “🎵Una, he’s looking at you🎶,” she said letting her voice rise up and down in a singsong, “let’s go do introductions.” Choy pushed her around and forward.

Wrecker and Tech watched as Una approached. Tech swallowed hard. “Hey guys!” Choy cheered up at the tall clones.

“Choy!” Wrecker boomed, scooping her up in a bear hug.

“Aw you brought Lula!” Choy said, “fancy hat you got there big guy.” Wrecker set her back on the floor gently and she straightened her corset

“Aw, well, yeah, yeah it goes with my jacket, but I got too hot, I’m, this place is burning up,” he stammered, pulling on his shirt collar as he watched Choy lean forward a little to reset a boob that was threatening to escape.

She noticed his slack jawed stare. “Sorry, wardrobe malfunction. Anyway- this is Una, she’s my best friend at the temple and we snuck her out for some fun tonight.” Choy said gesturing to Una. Tech, I love the look you went with, you two match! Tech?”

“Yes nice thank you Choy, to see again you. You are lovely to make my acquaintance,” Tech said in a daze to Una. Choy barked a good laugh at Tech. Una giggled, “Zee pleasure is all mine.” She held her hand out for him to shake and he flipped it over to bow and kiss her knuckle. She blushed through her white makeup and brought the feathers up to hide her gasp.

“Would you like to dance?” asked Tech.

“Oh yes but I don’t really know how to like everyone else is,” she said looking around. “This is a bit different than what, what I used to do…” she trailed off.

“That is quite alright. I will instruct you.”

“Oh reallly romantic, professor Tech,” Wrecker laughed, rolling his eyes. Tech glared at him and led Una out onto the dance floor. They shone like a beacon in the lasers and strobe lights. Una copied what he did at first, but quickly picked up on him being supremely goofy. She adjusted her dancing to be more like the girls around her.

“She’s a natural,” Choy laughed.

“Good thing,” Wrecker said, shaking his head at Tech.

“She really derailed him. Where’s the rest of you guys?” Choy asked him.

“They went to get drinks at the bar I think, it’s been a while.” He turned around scanning the bar area. “Uh oh, hahahahaha, looks like Hunter’s making friends,” he pointed down the bar over the heads of the crowd near them. “Oh,” he said noticing Choy craning her neck and hopping on her tip toes. “Here I’ll give you a boost,” he said, encircling her waist in his huge hands and lifting her like she was a little Tooka. The scene of what looked like a tiny, half naked human woman ferociously grappling Hunter who was also mostly naked appeared over the crowd. A bubblegum pink and purple Theelin was trying to pry her off of him. And around on the other side f the bar by the service door were two clones and a keg. One was attaching a tube from the keg to the other man. Wait, Choy squinted, was that- “That’s Crosshair’s girlfriend,” Wrecker said, his head level with hers now, “she don’t like Hunter one bit.”

“Clearly,” Choy laughed as Wrecker set her down, “but I can totally see Crosshair and her together.” She wondered to herself about the clones with the keg. “Have you seen Echo?”

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“Hexx, Veetch, you’re dismissed,” Mayday said as he studied the rose in his hand. His men saluted, looked at eachother and walked away.

“Finally. I’m getting a drink, you going to go find little miss flirt?” Hexx asked, crooking an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Veetch said, “you good for the minute?”

“Go get’er.” He clapped Veetch on the shoulder.

Veetch wandered through the club, head on a swivel. The girls weren’t where he’d seen them before. He backtracked toward the bar and saw the tall Twilek dancing with a tall human guy wearing a fancy white outfit. But poofy black dress girl wasn’t there. He scanned the crowd below their heads for her hair and bows as he kept moving. Bodies bumped and slinked past him as he made his way across the dance floor. Then he saw a really huge soldier with blast scars across his face wearing a top hat. He towered above the people around him even as he bent down to lift up- poofy black dress girl. He held her up to his eye level and they laughed at something by the bar. He’d better get over there- if the giant was making moves on her he’d not have a chance against that guy. Veetch struggled forward as the song ended and several couples all crowded in his way.

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Tech and Una walked over to Choy and Wrecker. “Echo?” Wrecker asked, confused, “He wasn’t with us.”

“You two looked great out there,” Choy smiled at her friend and Tech.

“Yeah. Una looked great,” Wrecker laughed.

“You should get a picture together,” Choy said as Tech shot Wrecker another glare. “There’s a holo booth right over there,” Choy pointed at a curtained box nearby. There were two pairs of feet visible below the curtain.

Una and Tech glanced at each other. Tech tipped his head that way and gave her a small smile.

“I have some credits, my treat,” Choy said as she walked over with them. The couple inside exited, laughing at their strip of flimsy. Tech held the curtain open for Una and helped her protect her fontage as they folded their tall frames inside the booth. Choy fished a credit out of her bra and looked up to see a familiar, bearded face watching as she pulled it free from her cleavage. Veetch, she remembered, noting his slack jawed gawking.

“We are ready, Choy,” Tech said inside the booth.

“Alright,” Choy said, locking eyes with Veetch and slipping the credit in the booth’s pay slot. She slid her hand down the side of the booth as Veetch held one hand out to her, his other behind his back.

“Would you still like to dance with me, er…”

“Choy, short for Echoy’la,” she said, taking his hand. His expression showed some surprise and concern and he asked, “Are you Mandalorian? That’s a Mandalorian word.”

“No, your brothers named me and it just stuck I guess.”

“Well I hope you aren’t lost or sad anymore,” he said, bringing his other hand to cover hers. She glanced at it and noticed three of his fingers were shortened, missing the tips and scarred. He quickly withdrew that hand and looked a little hesitant hoping she wasn’t disgusted by his injury.

She stepped into his space more and smiled reassuringly at him, “I’m happy right now.” She found his scarred hand with her free one and grasped it, holding his hands down and to the sides as she inched closer. She could feel the expected mix of emotions off of him as well as something else. Looking at each of his eyes in turn and down his nose to his mouth she asked, “How about that dance, trooper?” Gratitude. It was gratitude to something big.

He let out the breath he’d been holding and moved back pulling her forward towards the dance floor. “Yeah let’s dance,” he grinned through his whiskers. She noticed a discolored darker patch on one of his cheeks. He led her out to a space in the throng of dancing bodies and turned around. Choy was already bouncing to the beat and shimmied right up into his space. She had noticed his boots had some impressive spikes which she stayed mindful of. He kept a modest distance facing her, only reaching for her waist as he noticed more single troopers start circling and angling themselves to cut in. As he put a hand on her waist the music faded and a bell-like tone sounded out cueing a slow and romantic song. Veetch looked up from his hand and at her face to gauge her willingness to slow dance with him.

Choy had felt the attention of several men around her. She subtly angled herself away from each in turn and drew closer to Veetch feeling a flash of possessiveness from him. He put his hand on her waist and, as she placed her hands on his shoulders, the song ended. Several couples and all the single guys except for one left the dance floor as tones rang out resonating with etheric and melancholic lilted vocals. She felt him hesitate and his body language offered to leave the dance floor. She circled her hands around the back of his neck and looked up at him through her lashes.

He softened his gaze on her and brought his other hand to her waist, pulling her closer. As close as the stiff crinoline petticoat would allow. He swayed her around a little, turning in a slow circle. She noticed the solo clone out in the middle of the dance floor moving in exaggerated sensual movements with a fan in his hand. He was absolutely in his element she felt. It made her smile.

She felt Veetch’s hands explore the curve of her back, her waist and slide down till they hit the flare of the skirt’s stiff structure. Deflected from her hips, his hands roamed and caressed back up. His thumbs followed the corset’s boning up to the cups of her breasts. He hesitated there and curled his fingers into her back. He stared at her like she'd vanish and he’d never see her again. She slid her hands from around his shoulders and down to his strong chest. She could feel his heart beating and a pull of want, a craving for more warmth from her, and a tiny flicker of dread of this ending and coldness.

She decided to indulge him and pushed her hands under his cowl, finding the bare skin of his shoulders. Veetch squeezed her more, his thumb testing the plush give of the curve of her breast. Focusing energy through her hands she willed it to infuse Veetch with a deep comfort and heat. Veetch’s eyes widened as he felt this change inside him and saw a glow around Choy. He paused his hands, he was confused as to where to take this. “Are you-“ he began to ask then looked past her.

Choy felt a presence close behind her. “Mind if I cut in,” a voice almost growled.

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