#corusscant

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Ok, rare pairing for SW.....Fox and Yoda.

Still with me? Yoda is on Coruscant more often than not, usually meeting with Palpatine; he's bound to have run into Fox at some at some point; maybe Fox is his security escort when he visits. I HC Yoda being vaguely paternal, similar to how he treated the three clones in the first episode of TCW.

Rare pairing at it's highest! xD

Here's my take!

Xx,

Blue.

"REST, YOU MUST" – YODA/FOX 💖💔

WARNINGS: some angst implying fox being mind-manipulated by mr palpatine, work stress, otherwise fluff.

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Fox feels... Fatigued. It's the best word that describes it –the best he can find, at least–. He's not excruciatingly tired; he's not really depressed either. He's just that; fatigued.

It has been a tough week for the Corries. Tension is all but growing in the low and medium levels of Corusscant; more and more resources being redirectioned to the effort of the –what seems to be– endless war, and therefore pushing the most vulnerable citizens of the capital to suffering. And he suffers, too; his heart breaks everytime he sees a scrawny kid bitting into his own dirty jaket, trying to fool his mind into thinking that the biting equals eating. Fox would wish to do more; but there's only so much a single man –or a few– can do.

The hardest part of everything is probably protecting the Chancellor. There have been a few attempts at his life lately –nothing mayor, nothing properly organised–; and he had been ordered to become his shadow at almost all times. It's draining. Fox doesn't know if it's all of this pent up stress; or the tension from having to stay vigilant all day. The knowledge that if something happens to the Chancellor, he'd be remembered as the foolish clone that hadn't been up to the task. He doesn't want to be remembered as such. Fox wants to be remembered by his duty with the Guard; chasing evil, helping those in need. He might be seen as a tough man; but he's just that, a man.

The bunkroom is the only place he really feels safe in nowadays. There, his body half crushed in the human pile he makes with his brothers, his vod'ika, he doesn't feel in danger. Or fatigued. He feels soothed; warm. He's able to breathe, to just be; nose hid in Thorn's neck and one arm slumped over Thire's chest. Surrounded by his family, the shadow and darkness that always seem to follow him dissipates.

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Fox is having one of those days again. He feels dizy; a sharp headache pounding against the side of his forehead. The muscles on his neck and shoulders feel like proper stones by now; hours and hours of guarding the Chancellor's office finally catching up onto him. He's not on the best physical condition to do this, right now; but he's somewhat relieved that no-one could possible harm Palpatine in this instant. He's in a reunion with Master Yoda; and no one is as powerfull as him.

Fox has only seen the Grand Master fight on two ocassions; as the Corries don't get to join the rest of the GAR in the galatic battles. Two ocassions had been enough to solidify that idea, though. No one would think the small Jedi would be much of a threat just by looking at him –his body hunched over his cane, deep wrinkles in his face and a tuff of white hair on his head–; but the agility Master Yoda was able to conjure was astounding. His understanding of the Force, more so.

Fox was pulled of his thoughts with said Jedi slowly walking out of the Chancellor's office; a deep frown etched on his face. Fox inmediately straightened, not wanting to leave a bad impresion on the Master; but the small Jedi discovered something in him that went behond his physical form.

"Commander Fox" he greeted him, his cane tapping once against the floor right in front of him. "You should not be here".

Fox freezes. He stutter's; not expecting the comment. He had been ordered to...

"S-sir?"

Yoda makes a small, dissaproving sound with his tongue.

"A mess, your mind is. Rest, you must".

Fox sighs. He should have guessed; Master Yoda can feel about everything.

"I can cope with a few more hours, Sir. It's no problem" he answers, voice firm.

Yoda taps his cane against the floor again.

"Caring for the mind, we should, as much as caring for the body. A weakened mind is a weak oponent" he mussed, looking up at his bucket, and Fox could swear he was looking ar him into the eye. "Call one of your men to take care of the job, you should".

The commander relented. He didn't like the fuss; but he knew Master Yoda would insist, and he didn't like to feel reprimanded by him. He guessed he did need some rest; it would do him good.

"As you wish, Master Yoda" he agreed, and asked Thire to cover him.

The Jedi hummed, pleased, and asked Fox to follow him. He walked by his side, slightly confused as to what else the Master would want of him. Perhaps he wanted to make sure he truly went to rest?

Fox followed the Jedi into an empty room; and watched in confussion as Yoda sat down on the floor as if it were the most normal thing in the world. The Jedi gestured for him to do the same; and Fox obbeyed in silence.

"Meditate, we will" Yoda resolves, final, and the clone frowns.

He doesn't know how to do that kind of thing.

"Take your bucket off and close your eyes, you should" the Jedi guides him. "Empty your mind of all worries you can not control, you try. Breathe in and feel yourself, you shall".

Fox follows if only to please Master Yoda; because he doesn't really think this will be usefull for him. He's therefore surprised when, an unkown time later, his mind is somehow quiet; ebbing out of his physical form to somewhere warm and abstract. It's almost as falling into a peacefull trance.

He feels something brushing against his mind. It's bright, soothing, warm; like a caress that slowly takes the pain away and makes everything lighter, easier to carry. Still holding a part of his consciousness, Fox understands it's Yoda's life force; the Jedi Master interacting with his mind with the understanding fondness of an old friend.

When he opens his eyes again, and Fox locks eyes with the small Jedi, he can't help but flush; feeling that mental contact more intimate than any of his late sexual escapades.

Yoda looks unbothered and peacefull, looking back at him; and he reaches out to pat his hand with a few gentle taps.

"To take care of others, taking care of ourselves first, we must" he tells him, more tenderly than condescendant, and Fox nods in silence.

He can almost hear his heart beat speeding up.

THE END.

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Can i get a rex x male reader life day fic where Rex is having seasonal depression regarding his brothers, and reader comforts him over a mug of hot chocolate?

(I just rewatched the umbara arc and am craving hurt/comfort)

Of COURSE you can!! Umbara made unspeakable things to us... 🥹 Let's give our dear cap some comfort! 💖

PS. Remember I'm still taking any free xmas clone requests or any of the xmas prompts (reminder at the end of this oneshot).

Btw, I think this is my first time ever writing as a male reader. Hope you like it dear!

Xx, Blue.

"C FOR CHOCOLATE COMFORT" – REX/MALE READER 💔💖

WARNINGS: references to depression&burn out, lost family, and war. Established relationship, fleeting sex reference but no scene at all, kisses, comfort.

They should have been here too.

It's all Rex can think about, lounging on the sofa of his boyfriends's apartment in Corusscant; that his brave, loyal brothers should have had the right to enjoy Life Day too. All those little things nats like to do; decorate, bake, ice skate and build snowmans on one of the multiple artificial platforms in the Capital. They deserved to be cherished, loved; and not end like another lost number to this seemingly endless war.

Though Rex would never give up on this fight –his sense of loyalty and his need to protect others too strong for that– he can't help but feel some sort of tired numbness after Umbara. The good thing about having so many brothers is that he'd never feel really alone; the bad, that he's constantly losing people he has grown to love. Some deaths hit deeper than others; but all of them make a little tug at his heart, and Rex doesn't know how much longer he can soldier through them before the cord finally breaks.

The guilt is a problem on it's own. Why is he allowed to relax in a warm, cozy apartment, why can he have a beautiful relationship and enjoy this years Life Day, while other vods don't?

The sound of the door opening interrupts his spiraling thoughts; and Rex glances towards it right in time to see his partner locking the door and shooting him a shivering smile.

"Hey!" You grin at your favorite trooper, taking your scarf and gloves off and blowing some air on your cold fingertips. "Kark, I couldn't wait to get home!"

You abandon your jacket and winter accesories in the rack by the door –next to Rex's armour–; carelessly shrug your boots off, and pad towards the living room. The heating system is on, and the floor is pleasantly warm. It's a welcoming feeling; you had felt yourself freezing, though you know you'll return to normal in just a few minutes.

You drop down next to Rex and press your body against his side; sitting sideways so that you can put your legs over his lap. Your hands inmediately climb up to the neck of his –yours– jumper; fondly playing with it while you smile up at this god of a man.

"Hi" you whisper sweetly, eyes flickering over every inch of his handsome face. "Miss me?"

You have a habit of doing this; asking this silly questions in an unconscious attempt to help Rex express his feelings. He's a fantastic lover; but more often than not it's easier for him to show his love for you with his hands and lips –and cock– than to actually talk.

He doesn't find it annoying though –quite the opposite, it's endearing the way you sound so innocent and hopefull–; and gives in inmediately.

"Yeah" he whispers back, letting out a long sigh and closing his eyes. "You know I did, cyare".

You hum and stay quiet; observing your boyfriends reaction closely. You've been with him long enough to know there's something else going on.

"You' okay?" You ask, gently cupping his face between your hands, softly pushing up so that you can search for an answer in his eyes.

Rex flinches almost imperceptively; and you somehow doubt it's just because of your cold fingers. You give him a gentle look and caress his cheek with your thumbs.

"Want to talk about it?" You carefully ask.

The man sighs. All of his muscles relax like a deflated balloon; perhaps innerly glad you've caught onto his worries without him needing to point them out.

He catches your hands with his and squeezes them softly.

"Just the usual" he answers, voice low and vulnerable in the silence of the room. "Thinking on how lucky I am to be here, to have you, while others..."

Rex's throat bobs, the sentence unfinished, but you can guess his line of thought. You've talked about this before.

"It's not your fault" you tenderly say to him, a recurrent reminder in your relationship. "You can't control everything, love".

Rex sighs and dejectedly nods. He turns a bit around so that he can burry his face on your neck. Seek solace there. You caress his strong back up and down and kiss the crown of his blond head.

"I know" the captain mumbles against your skin, sending a little shiver through your body inevitably. "I just wish they were here too".

You nod, still hugging him, and cuddle his body further into you.

"And that's perfectly understandable, love" you validate, and both of you stay in silence for a few minutes, calming each other down.

When Rex stirs –a subtle sign that he's had enough of this sort of comfort and that he's a bit unsure about keeping showing this vulnerability– you let him pull back and shoot a grin at him.

"You know what you need?" You try to gain back a bit of that cheery holiday feeling, and pat his thigh while springing up to a stand. "A big C for Chocolate Comfort".

You peck his lips –perhaps deepening the kiss and delaying your departure a bit too much to be considered quick and innocent– and give him a last smile before you dissapear towards the kitchen.

Unknown to you, Rex smiles softly and patiently waits for you to come back; the small clattering of potts and mugs familiar and comforting. He has called you "love" before; but he hasn't actually told you he loves you yet. He will, soon. Your presence is like a warm blanket; a beacon of light in a world full of darkness.

You return ten minutes later; two mugs of hot, sweet chocolate in your hands. You carefully place them in the small living room table; signaling the darker one in colour to Rex.

"This one's yours. I used dark chocolate from Kashyyyk" you explain, attentively observing the man's reaction after his first temptative sip.

Rex groans; the sound so similar to what you usually hear in bed that it sends a faint blush all the way from your cheeks to your neck.

"It's great" he hums in aproval, glancing at your own mug still on the small coffee table. A little teasing smile perches on his lips. "And I assume you used the sweetest sugariest chocolate you could find for yours?"

You laugh, nodding in happy deafeat.

"You know me" you joke, taking a sip of your own hot chocolate and humming at how good it tastes.

Rex cups your face and turns it towards his; slowly dipping down to steal a soft, slow kiss.

"And I love every bit" he whispers softly, making you melt against him.

It's the closest Rex has come to admitting you he loves you; and you can't wait until he's finally confident to say it out loud. He's your man. He's it for you.

You smile and kiss him back; then rest your forehead against his.

"I love you, Rex. Happy Life Day".

Your boyfriend answers with a happy sigh and tenderly caress your cheeks with his thumbs.

"Happy Life Day, ner Karta (my heart)".

THE END.

Wasn't it sweet? I love Rex, aww

PS. Reminder of the prompts you can ask a request of (besides one of your own):

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Continuing with the rarepairing masterlist, we haveee...

"A FEW EXCEPTIONS" –DOGMA/TUP 💖

WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol.

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Dogma is struggling. Not in the ways shinies usually struggle, though adapting to real life outside of Kamino, real war and losses and hours of exhaustion upon his young shoulders, has definitely not been easy. He has pushed himself through it, though; his loyalty to the Republic, his fierce need to protect and fight, greater than any worry or fear. No; what Dogma is really struggling with is with his feelings for the 501st' fellow shiny. Tup. Sweet, sweet Tup.

It's almost hard to believe he's also a soldier –though Dogma knows he's not any less brave and diligent–. He's just so... Innocent, though, and lovely; like a beacon of positivity and tenderness in a war filled with darkness. Dogma is painfully aware of the hundred rules that dictaminate that he can't persue a relationship with a fellow vod; but everytime Tup smiles at him, his heart forgets about all of them.

Sitting on a booth on 79's, other troopers from the 501st sprawled around him, Dogma can't help but smile at his vod'ika animatedly gossiping with Fives. While he usually remains fairly silent in the 501st' escapades into the Corusscant night –his usually serious disposition perhaps not friendly enough for others to try to engage with him– Tup laughs and chats and dances like a natural. It's a beautiful thing to see; such freedom in a life governed by others that overpower them.

A few hours into the night, Tup comes stumbling back to Dogma; the man quickly reaching out a hand to stabilize him while he all but drops down on the space next to him.

"Oops" he giggles, alcohol clearly washing away his balance and filters. "I think I shall rest for a bit now".

Dogma nods, and Tup sighs in relief, scanning the local around him. 79's is crowded; troopers from different companies chatting and dancing and flirting with the few natives that dare to put a step inside the clone bar. Tup watches as Fives pouts after he gets rejected by a pretty twi'lek with bright pink skin and laughs. Dogma follows his line of sight and shakes his head with fond amusement.

"You aren't going to try your luck tonight?" Tup asks, wiggling his eyebrows in a silly gesture that almost makes Dogma laugh as well.

The trooper shrugs.

"No native has caught my eye" he replies, and Tup chuckles in good humour.

"Perhaps you're too picky" he points out, and then half-jokingly adds. "You know, you could always try with a clone. We do make fine specimens..."

Dogma snorts. He really doesn't want to dwell in that...

"That's against the rules" he points out. "And you know how much I value those".

It's almost rehearsed, the way he says it. He takes a glance at the dance floor, were some vods are definitely dancing way too close; and misses how Tup's smile falls.

"So you'd never go for it, even if you secretly wanted to?"

Dogma frowns.

"You think I'd risk getting decomissioned for a quick drunk fuck with a vod?" He replies, and then gently pushes Tup's shoulder with his. "I thought you knew me, Tup".

For some reason, the joke doesn't sit well with the clone. Tup's expression closes off; and he mumbles a hasty excuse before he's all but running towards the dance floor.

"You know, I think I'm gonna dance some more!"

Dogma doesn't even have time to say goodbye to him; eyes following Tup's retracting figure with utter confusion. What the fuck just happened?

"Don't worry, vod" a hand pats his shoulder comfortingly, and Dogma turns to the side to find Jesse with his eyes fixed on the dance floor. "I'm sure good old Fives will help vod'ika to get over his heartbreak".

Dogma's body tenses; eyes inmediately flying back to find Tup pressed against the trooper's front. He's intelligent enough to read into Jesse's words; though he's still having trouble to believe them. There's no way Tup is actually into him... There's no way his questions were actually about him. Right?

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Dogma tries to ignore the sight of the two of them flirting; but it's easier said than done. When Fives bends forward to whisper something against the trooper's ear, and Tup all but grins, he clenches his hand so hard around the glass of spotchka that he swears he hears a crack. It's torture; the last hour the 501st spend in 79's before collectively deciding to return to the barraks. Dogma sighs in relief and stands up; though he is unable to relax completely when Fives is all but pressed to Tup's thigh in the cab.

A million thoughts run through Dogma's mind. Are they, is he... is Tup planning on taking it further with Fives? Dogma hasn't drunk much; but his stomach lurches unpleasantly at the possibility.

When they're about to enter their barraks, tension rises until Dogma isn't able to control himself any longer. He –perhaps a bit harshly– tugs Tup's hand towards him; hauling him back.

The trooper watches him in surprise; Fives glancing back at them once before shrugging and continuing his way inside. Dogma sighs and bites his own lip, hesitant; an unusual behaviour on him.

"Dogma?" Tup asks, concerned and confussed, and Dogma swallows down and erases every single rule about fraternisation from his mind before forcing himself to confess his feelings out loud.

"What I said, in the bar, about not risking decomissioning for a quick drunk fuck... It's true" he begins, and Tup's face fills with what can only be anger until Dogma squeezes his hand tightly and blurts "But I wasn't talking about you. Because you wouldn't be just a quick fuck".

Tup's eyes widen; his whole face transforming with the information revealed. His expresion fills again with that almost child-like happiness; staring back at Dogma in surprise and wonder.

"Are you..." he stutters, momentarily lost, and Dogma finally gives in into his long burried wishes and cups Tups face with his right hand.

"I'm saying I would risk decomissioning for a serious relationship with you" he nods, and it's so clear and impossible to misinterpret that Tup's eyes fill with tiny happy tears, blurring his sight.

"You've really put me through a rollercoaster of emotions tonight" the trooper chuckles, a blush setting on top of his cheeks, a sudden shyness enveloping him.

He has never done anything further than a few heated kisses here and there. He likes Dogma so so much...

"I'm sorry" the clone offers, thumb caressing his skin, closing his eyes and softly pressing his forehead against Tup's. "You know how I am".

Tup chuckles and presses back, hands slidding around Dogma's plated hips.

"You need to learn that rules always have one or two exceptions" he smiles. "Nothing is ever quite black or white".

Tup gives in into his desire to kiss the other's lips, sighing in happiness when Dogma makes a surprised little sound in his throat and kisses him back.

"I'm willing to learn" the clone whispers tenderly, and Tup feels like the happiest trooper in all of the GAR.

THE END.

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PS. Aren't they cuties?

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A rarepair that randomly popped into my brain one day was Captain Rex x Padme Amidala, so if you want to I'd love to see some fluff (or anything really) with those cuties :3

I hadn't prev thought about it, but now that u've mentioned it, they do match in my head!

One rex x padme coming up for u!

Xx, Blue.

"HAPPY TO FOLLOW" – CAPTAIN REX X PADME AMIDALA 💖

WARNINGS: none, fluffy and teasing/sensual

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Rex was always paying attention. His eyes were used to scanning around, quietly searching for possible threats; taking in any information that may be valuable –the difference between life or death both for him and his men–. It was a good quality for a soldier; though it had also brought him unnecessary information on a handfull of other ocasions. For example, he could tell whenever one of his brothers –Fives, particularly– were planning something mischivious; or when the Generals attempted to hide something from him –wether of not it was for his own benefit–. Lately, he had also been registering a change in Senator Amidala's behaviour. Though there were nowhere near as friends, one could argue they knew each other well by now. Rex was fond of the young senator; she had always fiercely avocated for clones –or any other creature in need, for that matter–. She was passionate and brave; and a smart woman. She was... Admitedly the first crush for lots of clones, the captain of the 501st included.

Rex hadn't been able to help it. He would never dare move a finger towards her –he had his role in the GAR perfectly clear, thank you–; he was a man of honour. A soldier. He would never betray her trust in any way. And yet... and yet Rex couldn't help but wonder. His thoughts and dreams were fairly innocent, at least. Rex had been robbed of many years of childhood; and as opposed to some of his brothers, he hadn't felt the need to inmediately jump to explore everything that a normal human should have had already discovered upon his first few years in Corusscant. He had been tempted, of course –accelerated growth or not, he was a man–; but to be honest, Rex wasn't mentally prepared to abruptly skip to sex when he hadn't even kissed for the first time. He'll let his vods have their hurried fun in the middle of the night.

Day by day, the clone had noticed unusual little tells on the Senator; from almost perfectly conceiled eye-bags, to too-simple hair styles, and tiny forced smiles in her delicate lips; smiles that didn't make the skin at the corner of her eyes wrinkle as they usually did. She seemed to grow tired easier, as well; often slumping a few almost imperceptible inches down in chairs and sofas and demanding increasing quantities of tea and coffee. Rex wondered if General Skywalker's prolonged absense was the origin to all of this. The Jedi Knight had been tasked with a special solo mision all the way up to the Outer Rim; far away from Corusscant. From her wife.

Oh, Rex knew about their little secret; they were not that subtle –though neither of them had directly acknowledged it to him–. Honestly, Rex was surprised that he appeared to be the only one to have found out.

A few days after the captain's quiet observations, Rex was summoned to the Senator's rooms. He announced himself with a firm and formal "ma'am", bucket in hand. The young woman turned around and showed him a smile; a true one, at that.

"Ah, Captain. I hope I am not pulling you away from your duties at this time of the afternoon. I was just starting to find myself uncomfortably alone and I wondered if you'd be so kind to make good company".

It's always sweet and warm, the way she talks; Rex is convinced she could make him do almost anything. Perhaps that's what makes her a good politic.

"Of course, ma'am" he inmediately agrees, crossing the salon so that he is standing at a respectfull distance from her. "Did you find anything out of order here?"

Rex scans the room. He'd stay as long as she'd ask; she should be able to feel safe.

Padme smiles again, the concerned thoughts perfectly written on his face.

"No at all, Captain. Perhaps I should have phrased my words differently. I meant to say I have been feeling quite lonely, lately" she gestures to the two small sofas that are facing each other by the window and softly adds "It would be nice to spend an afternoon chatting with a friend".

Rex is momentarily stunned; her words so frank and tender it's almost difficult to think they are directed at him. He wasn't aware that the woman saw him as such; but he feels honoured, really. Vods and the general apart, he can't say he has many friends either.

Senator Amidala is still looking at him, the request shining in her beautiful eyes; and Rex realises he hasn't moved since.

"As you wish" he agrees, taking a seat in front of her.

She tilts her head to the side.

"You don't have to..." she begins, worried about him mistaking her invitation as an order.

Rex inmediately soothes her.

"I could do with a break as well, Senator".

She smiles again, and Rex's heart speeds up in his chest.

"You can call me by my name, Captain. If we are to have a conversation as friends".

Rex has faced countless of challenges before; this might be the most difficult of them. Her gaze is so powerfull, so...

"I can try... Padme".

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"Rex..." Padme softly calls him, just when his fingertips are grazing the button of the door to leave. "Do you... Do you have a life outside the GAR? Perhaps... a girlfriend waiting for you, somewhere?"

The clone almost trips twisting around to look back at her. It's such an unexpected question, so private, as well... They had been sharing stories all afternoon; and though the atmosphere had slowly progressed from something formal and sort of politely distant to something warmer and personal... This was something else.

"My vods are my life, ma'am" he backtracks to a formal title unconsciously, perhaps trying to use it as a barrier for his embarassment. "There's nothing else".

Padme walks towards him; and Rex can't helo but thing how she looks almost like a panther on a hunt, now. Elegant, powerful, cautious. A rosey flush settles upon his sharp cheeks.

"Don't you miss it?" She asks in almost a whisper, only stopping a few inches away from him, where Rex can almost feel her body heat. "The warmth, the relief and comfort of a gentle touch?"

The clone's breath hitches; heart trying to beat its way out of his chest and eyes trying to focus on anything but the beautiful woman in front of him. He doesn't know what is the purpose of this questions –perhaps the Senator wants to encourage him to look for said things, to experience life further than the confinement of the GAR–; but his body is certainly reacting to the proximity.

Rex squares his shoulders and answers with the truth. He shouldn't feel ashamed of not having experienced things. His childhood had been over in a blink; and he had so many responsabilities –and such little spare time left– now.

"I can't miss something I've yet to discover" he states, and the tiny sound that escapes the woman's lips, and the way she then wraps her arms around him, sends a pleasant shiver up his spine.

"What if I told you if you could, now? What if I wanted to give you your first kiss?"

Rex closes his eyes shut; hands fighting not to take place on Amidala's lovely waist. He can't. He can't. She's a married woman, his husband is quickly growing to be his best friend, and...

"Please, don't" he manages to whisper, voice cracking with restrained desire, when her hands carefully travel upwards to cup his face. "You're married to the General..."

He opens his eyes again, and watches the surprised expression on Padme's face. She inmediately sighs, then, and explains the reason for her late melancholy.

"I should have guessed you would notice sooner or later. And while that might be true... Anakin happens to be okay with this".

Rex is beyond shocked upon hearing this.

"Is he?"

Padme smiles hesitantly.

"Yes. It's... why I've been a bit stressed lately. You... I have always felt a pull towards you, dear, which has just but increased with Anie's abscense, and the guilt was eating at me. I decided to talk to him".

Rex can't helo but snort.

"I imagine it didn't go very well".

Padme smiles.

"On the contrary. He happened to feel a pull towards you as well".

Okay, now, now... Rex is going to faint.

He doesn't have the time to ponder on any other implications –any other possibilities– before Padme is tenderly holding his face again; thumbs caressing his cheeks tenderly.

"Now... Knowing Anakin completely agrees with this, can I kiss you, Rex?"

Questions later. He's not going to hurt anyone with this. Rex knows she wouldn't lie about this; that the general is really okay with this. That the general... Questions later. Later, yeah.

"Yes, ma'am".

Padme grins.

"This is not an order, Captain. I insist you use my name".

It's a small teasing thing; and Rex feels warmed at how natural she seems to behave with him. Like... Lovers. He can't yet wrap his head around it. He kinda feels like this is one of his dreams.

"Well, Padme... Thankfully that would be an order I'd be happy to follow" he takes the courage to whisper, and then, closes the distance between them.

Their first kiss is still with her lips pulled up in a happy smile; though they slowly get lost in each other, finding all the ways they can match their movements and bring out little shivers and sounds from the beautiful body their holding in their arms.

Padme softly traces her tongue over his bottom lip and Rex groans. Oh, the things he had been oblivious to. The time he had lost...

THE END.