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loaksky · 1 year ago

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— 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 & 𝒊 | 𝒆. 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒔

mean neighbor!ellie x sunshine fem!reader, angst / fluff / hurt + comfort, modern!au warnings: language / 18+ content (mdni!), wc: 5k

you have a hot new neighbor…too bad she doesn’t want a thing to do with you!

tagging those who commented / liked my previous interest post!: @loversreligion , @tahni-04 , @parrotpeggy , @acnologiasgf , @maybe-cece (happy birthday gemini queen ! <3)

an — first time writing for ellie ! content warnings include oral (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving). not my first time writing 18+ content, but my first time posting eeek. i apologize for the person ellie has turned me into lmaooo. feel free to send me more ideas, blurbs, hcs, etc.

neighbor!ellie who moves in on a hot sticky july day.

ac’s busted in the common areas, elevator hasn’t worked in weeks, and she’s moved into a unit on the fifth floor.

neighbor!ellie who’s admittedly too far gone and incredibly irritated because jesse keeps fucking around and they almost drop her flat screen on the third flight of steps.

neighbor!ellie who finally gets most of the boxes and furniture settled and doesn’t even get to collapse on the couch for .2 seconds before someone’s knocking on the door.

yanks the knob so hard, the door rattles on its hinges.

eyes narrow when she sees you, all neat, not sweaty, dressed in an outfit definitely not indicative of a night in. only makes her even more annoyed because she just wants two seconds of peace.

“yes?” her tone is sharp, gaze bored because your lips part thrice before the words are spilling out.

“i know it’s miserable out, and this building can be a piece of shit, so i made some blackberry tea!”

neighbor!ellie who gives the glass, beaded with condensation, a brief glance before crossing her arms over her chest.

“i’m allergic to blackberries,” ellie says flatly.

your round eyes widen impossibly before tucking the glass behind your back.

“oh fuck, i’m so sorry,” you babble. “i have peach! or maybe mint? i—”

“i’ll pass.”

neighbor!ellie who doesn’t beat around the bush and makes a move to close the door because she hadn’t even checked into the conversation.

“if you ever need anything, i’m right next door!” you chirp. “i’m-”

“yup, yeah, got it. good night.”

and the door is shutting in your face.

neighbor!ellie who’s trying to sleep in because she stayed up all night playing tekken 4 with jesse jolting awake when she hears three soft raps against the front door.

has an inkling of who it could be so she’s only mildly surprised when she sees you standing on the welcome mat that says ‘no weenies allowed’ because jesse thought it was the funniest thing (ellie’d been only slightly amused).

“morning,” you smile.

you have a plate covered in foil in your hands and ellie gives you a brief onceover to find that you’re dressed to the nines again (admittedly it’s just a simple sundress, but the red and white ginham cuts at the meatiest part of your thighs and she has to remind herself to keep her eyes up).

“it’s…” ellie trails off, glances at the clock on the oven to find that it’s not even 9am. “…8:52am on a saturday morning.”

“it is,” you agree, extending the plate to her. “i, uh, hope you’re not allergic to pancakes?”

“…i’m not.”

you beam.

“great!”

you’re shoving the food in her hands before she can decline and ellie finds that the ceramic is still warm.

neighbor!ellie who awkwardly holds the plate up to you as a silent thanks and shuts the door in your hopeful face.

“i gotta give it to you williams, didn’t think you’d pull within 24 hours,” jesse mutters groggily from the couch he’d helped her lug up the stairs yesterday afternoon.

“oh fuck off,” she huffs, tearing the foil from the plate to find a five-stack of fluffy pancakes with two cute little strawberry-shaped containers that has butter and syrup respectively.

“who’s it from?” jesse asks, even though he knows the answer.

“girl in 5a.”

first bite in and ellie’s eyebrows raise because wow, that’s damn good.

jesse swipes a bite despite ellie’s protests and they polish off the matching plate that she puffs a laugh at because there’s a strawberry bandit painted in the center and in shoddy lettering says, “this is a strobbery”

neighbor!ellie who surprises you by washing and returning the plate later that evening, muttering out a quick thanks before ducking back into her apartment without another word.

she leaves you blinking, staring at the space she was previously standing in a moment prior before you smile and shut the door because god ellie is so hot.

neighbor!ellie doesn’t expect it to become a routine, but more often than not, you’re knocking on her door at any given hour with snacks and she’s surprised when, a week and a half in, she’s had to do minimal grocery shopping because you’re always feeding her.

little does she know it’s because you’re looking forward to the brief moments that she’s unintentionally banging on your door to return your plates and dinnerware.

neighbor!ellie who’s a mechanic and brings your goodies to work sometimes and gets teased by the other mechanics because they think she has a girlfriend.

neighbor!ellie who after revealing she works in a garage starts opening up her front door to little reusable bags with cute notes and food puns if your schedule’s don’t line up.

neighbor!ellie whose schedule does end up frequently aligning with yours and you end up taking the same elevator down.

“morning, ellie,” you greet, smiling softly at her despite being up at the asscrack of dawn.

neighbor!ellie who yawns, takes the lunch you made for her gratefully and walks with you to the elevator.

“morning, 5a.”

neighbor!ellie who could get used to only seeing you in the fifth floor halls, however, after a few weeks, you stumble upon her in different circumstances.

you’re usually out on your balcony in the early mornings to water your plants and drink your tea or coffee, but today’s been exceptionally rough at work (you’re, surprise, a café owner) so you step out to take a deep breath late in the evening after your shift.

you definitely don’t expect to find ellie perched on a stool flicking the ash from a blunt over the railing.

“‘sup,” she hums, taking a long pull.

“hey,” you sigh.

“long day?” she humors you.

the two of you don’t really have much conversation because ellie’s always finding ways to cut interactions with you short.

and it’s not particularly because she doesn’t like you, but she’s caught the vibe you’re giving off and she doesn’t want to give you any unnecessary hope, especially after such a messy break up with the last girl.

(it’s definitely not because something about you makes her nervous).

so she doesn’t really expect you to spill, but one moment you’re debating whether or not you should divulge and the next you’re talking a mile a minute about how draining the job can be especially when employees end up being unreliable and the customers are impatient.

ellie’s gone through the entire joint and you still haven’t stopped talking and she doesn’t want to be mean, especially because you’ve been so nice to her since she’s moved in, but the high is wearing off because she’s too focused on finding an out of the one-sided conversation.

“you should come by,” you say, once you’re done babbling. “to the café, i mean. bring your friends, i’ll stay open a little later for you guys.”

that catches ellie’s attention after she’d zoned out.

“i— you don’t have to do that,” she says. “and i mean, we’re all pretty busy and—”

“no, no!” you say sweetly. “i insist! i wanna test out a few new seasonal recipes and i’d love some opinions!”

ellie’s wracking her brain, but you’re looking at her so hopefully and you look too cute with a few strands of hair falling from your updo. she really doesn’t want to give in, so she gives a lukewarm response instead.

“i’ll, uh, get back to you, i guess.”

you’re grinning.

“try to clear saturday night!” you tell her. “sometime around 9:30!”

ellie opens her mouth to give one last protest, but you’re standing from where you’d been leaning against the railing.

“it’ll be fun!” you tell her. “night, ellie!”

neighbor!ellie who really doesn’t want to go because she feels like it’ll only add fuel to the fire.

the beginning of the week rolls around and you decide that this’ll be the week you’ll finally ask ellie out.

you figure that ellie’s just really quiet, isn’t the one to really put herself out there, so you wanna take initiative.

you’re thinking of all the different recipes you could try because you really wanna wow her and her friends.

little does ellie know that you’re lowkey agonizing over saturday and it’s all you can think about: what you’ll wear, what pairings you want to present, how you’ll decorate the cafe.

meanwhile, ellie’s trying to find a way out of it and jesse’s not any help because he keeps teasing her about how she must be broken for not wanting her hot neighbor who has a glaringly obvious crush on her.

everyone on the whole floor, possibly even the whole building knows. hell, even the doorman knows (and it’s definitely not because you stop to chat with him frequently when you walk your little beagle, apple, and ellie becomes a frequent topic of conversation).

neighbor!ellie who starts avoiding you because she fears that her being receptive to your kindness is giving you the wrong idea (definitely not because you’re growing on her and you’re becoming a part of her daily routine).

neighbor!ellie who sees you twice the entire week, doesn’t answer the door when you knock, stuffs your cute little post-its about saturday somewhere in the back of her junk drawer, smokes her blunts on the roof to avoid running into on the balcony.

neighbor!ellie who spends most of her time at the garage with jesse and her coworkers in efforts to get home after you do.

you figure that maybe she is really busy and you shouldn’t have been so pushy about the tasting, but you’ve grown to really like her and you can’t give this up without officially giving it a shot.

neighbor!ellie who ducks out of her apartment when she knows you’re out on saturday and leaves her lights off, so you’ll know she isn’t home.

neighbor!ellie who spends the day with jesse and his girl and gets invited to a kickback on the otherside of town.

neighbor!ellie who’s about two joints in and a couple shots out, so she’s crossed by nine and you completely slip her mind.

you’re on the other side of town, about a block from your apartment, waiting in the cafe for ellie.

you made such a pretty spread of lavender matcha cookies and lemon muffins. used your special espresso roast to brew a delicious batch of coffee to make a few lattes.

you’d even bought flowers from next door, decorated the table and light a few candles.

it’s 9:45 and you think that she’s gonna be late, but time’s passing and the pastries are going stale, the coffee going lukewarm.

it’s 10:30 when you start losing hope.

probably 11:30 when you blow out the candles, box up the treats and throw the espresso in the cooler for some iced coffee tomorrow morning.

you should’ve seen it coming, really. she did say that her and her friends were typically busy. and she hadn’t officially confirmed it with you either so you were being rather presumptuous anyways.

you decide that maybe you’ll just drop them by her place tomorrow and ask her to lunch!

it’s about midnight when you walk up the sidewalk and see that her LEDs are on in her room. it vaguely smells like weed so you figure she’d been smoking a little.

you don’t wanna bother her so late at night so you enter your own apartment, set the box on the kitchen island before padding into your room to get ready for bed.

you should’ve seen it coming, ellie standing you up, but what you don’t see coming, or hear, for that matter, are the muffled moans through the paper thin walls.

you’d been used to hearing ellie cuss at her video games, heard her getting better at playing the guitar, bickering with jesse over who got to be who during smash bros, but this was new.

you’d never heard the voice before, pitched and whiny.

your cheeks warm because whatever ellie’s doing must be good. you can’t even find it in yourself to be relieved that ellie was interested in girls. you’d initially been scared that maybe you were reading into it all wrong.

regardless, obviously you’d read everything way way wrong because ellie’s mouth is filthy and there’s no misconstruing the fact that she’s fucking someone six ways to sunday and you can hear every gory detail.

your stomach is churning because it’s been weeks and you couldn’t even get ellie outside the fifth floor’s hallway.

it’s obvious they’re thoroughly enjoying themselves and the hurt and envy that kindles is an ugly sight to see.

you end up sleeping in the living room that night.

neighbor!ellie who chases the girl out the following morning after a nasty hangover and finally coming to terms with the fact that she’d brought someone home last night.

neighbor!ellie whose stomach drops to her ass when someone knocks on the door a few minutes later and she thinks it’s you, but it ends up being jesse.

“jesus, did 5a do that?” he asks, referring to your apartment number in regards to the fresh hickies blooming up the column of ellie’s throat.

“god no,” ellie says. “how many times do i have to tell you, that’s never happening.”

neighbor!ellie who would never tell a soul that she’d been imagining a certain someone the night prior.

neighbor!ellie who doesn’t want to think of anything more than being your neighbor because she’s locked in this lease for the next two years and she’d prefer to not shit where she sleeps.

(yeah, that’s totally it).

“dude why not? she’s obviously so down bad for you,” jesse chuckles, pushing past ellie.

she huffs a breath, defensive.

“god, i don’t know how she isn’t embarrassed, it’s fuckin’ pathetic.”

oh—

you��d heard jesse’s voice, then ellie’s, and figured you could give her the pastries you worked so hard on last night.

you’d always thought that ellie was just naturally aloof, kept to herself often, but last night was the coffin and this morning was the nail.

in the stillness of your apartment, jesse and ellie’s voice carries through the thin walls.

“i mean, you could just fuck her a couple of times, get it out of your system?”

“god, look at her, there’s not a casual bone in her body.”

“you can’t run away from her forever, yknow?”

neighbor!ellie who thinks to herself that she’ll try anyways.

neighbor!ellie who doesn’t have to try, because you become an enigma after that.

it’s the middle of the week and she hasn’t had to even try avoiding you once.

you haven’t knocked on her door since the week prior and it makes her brows furrow.

neighbor!ellie who starts feeling bad for standing you up, but feels infinitely worse when she goes to dump some of her trash and finds the carton of pastries you’d baked.

they have your café’s name emblazoned on the logo and she vaguely remembers you chattering about trying lavender in one of your recipes.

she sees the purple food coloring and her heart sinks because why are they in the trash? :(

realizes that she’s fucked up and that maybe she should just be completely transparent with you.

neighbor!ellie who hesitantly knocks on your door and waits patiently for you to answer.

hears shuffling on the other side, but you don’t open up.

neighbor!ellie who tries to convince herself that you’re just busy! work is stressful right now and you’re keeping to yourself.

but you two end up bumping into each other on the elevator (she’d been lurking), and you give her a curt greeting because you’re polite and you realize that ellie doesn’t owe you anything.

“apple’s got a haircut,” she observes, leaning down to pet the pup.

“yeah,” you hum.

“she looks cute,” ellie compliments.

“thanks.”

neighbor!ellie who’s not used to you icing her out, so she takes the leap.

“hey, i wanted to apologize…” she trails off. “about saturday. i shouldn’t have flaked.”

“s’okay,” you say simply, watching as the numbers painfully descend. “you were busy.”

a blanket of silence.

“i’m sure the pastries were great,” ellie tries again. “we could always—”

the elevator dings and the doors part.

“have a good day, ellie,” you say softly, tugging apple by the leash to leave the lift.

neighbor!ellie who swears she hears you sniffling on the other side of the wall later that night, but tries to convince herself that you’ve just got allergies.

neighbor!ellie who thinks of every excuse in the book to try and talk to you, but she ends up freezing because fuck, have you always been this pretty?

neighbor!ellie who buys a succulent and puts it on her balcony. she tries to catch you in the mornings when you’re watering your plants, but it seems like your schedules just don’t align anymore.

neighbor!ellie is frustrated as fuck because she’d been avoiding getting attached, but you don’t knock on her door to deliver snacks or talk her ear off anymore and it drives her absolutely nuts.

neighbor!ellie who gets teased infinitely more at work because her coworkers are now convinced that there’s ‘trouble in paradise’.

“jesus christ, you’re actually pathetic,” jesse rolls his eyes over breakfast one weekend.

“dude, she just…” ellie lets out a frustrated sigh. “i just—”

“you miss her,” he fills in.

ellie turns red.

“fuck you, i don’t—”

“it’s okay to admit it, yknow?” he says. “she’s a lot different from your exes. she’s genuinely sweet, in it because she really likes you.”

ellie swallows, lips pursing.

“you’re soft around her,” jesse observes. “you think that if you give in, she’s gonna uncover parts of you you don’t even let me or joel see.”

“fuck you—”

“for someone who likes bitches you—”

ellie groans.

neighbor!ellie who goes home and rolls a joint because this limbo is stressing her out.

and FINALLY! you’re watering your plants on your balcony when she slides the patio door open and slinks outside.

you don’t say anything to her, just continue watering.

she slumps in her folding lawn chair, kicking her feet up on the railing to feign nonchalance, but you haven’t blinked an eye at her and she’s annoyed.

“been doing alright?” she asks finally.

you freeze for the briefest of moments before glancing at her.

you’ve got bags under your eyes and your lips are pursed and ellie’s heart squeezes.

“yeah,” you answer simply. “fine.”

ellie hums.

“how’s work?”

“same old,” you say, turning your back to her to tend to the plants housed on the other side.

neighbor!ellie who doesn’t know what to say. who’s so used to trying to break conversation, not make them.

neighbor!ellie who fidgets because you’re making her nervous. you’re usually so sweet and smiley, but this side of you makes her gut churn.

neighbor!ellie who bites the bullet.

“i’m…i’m off on sunday…” she says, scratching the back of her neck. “if you wanted to— i dunno.”

your back straightens and she thinks you’re gonna bite, but you glance at the sidewalk below and shake your head.

“you don’t have to pretend, you know?” you say softly.

it’s like a punch in the chest and ellie’s scrambling.

“no! it’s—” she realizes she’s shouting. “it’s not like that, i—”

“i’m a big girl, ellie,” you tell her, that stupid little strawberry-shaped spray bottle squeezed tight in your hand. “if i was annoying, you could have just said that.”

and god she feels so fucking awful because this entire time, you’d just been trying to be nice to her. it was a harmless crush and—

“i don’t think you’re annoying,” she argues weakly. “can you…can you look at me, please?”

your head tilts up and ellie realizes that you’re trying to stop yourself from crying.

“god, i really am pathetic,” is your watery whisper.

ellie’s crossing the balcony, fully ready to climb over the railing onto your patio, but you’re quickly dashing away the tears and throwing the sliding door open.

“goodnight,” you tell her, and you’re sealing her out in the humid air.

neighbor!ellie who’s in knots because living next to someone she used to see everyday fucking sucks now that all the two of you are reduced to is straining extra hard to hear your shuffling from the other side of the walls.

neighbor!ellie who stands in front of your door sometimes, wanting to knock, but feeling like she doesn’t deserve closure with you because it’s all her fault.

neighbor!ellie who realizes that the very awkwardness and discomfort she was avoiding to begin with could’ve been avoidable had she just been up front with you.

you were sweet and you were understanding…mature. you would’ve probably taken better to honesty than ellie blowing you off and lowkey being an ass to you.

neighbor!ellie being scolded by jesse after a couple of days pass because he’s beating her ass at smash bros without even trying and it’s hurting his ego.

“are you seriously gonna keep moping over 5a?” he asks after the fourth round won.

“i’m not moping,” ellie grumbles.

“oh c’mon dude,” jesse moans in annoyance. “you and 5a have this dad with four kids who doesn’t want a puppy but ends up loving the shit out of the—”

“i do not love her,” ellie barks.

jesse smirks.

“that’s all you took from that, ellie, seriously?” jesse scoffs.

“i mean, it’s not like there’s much that can be done, anyways,” ellie grunts, tossing the video game controller onto the coffee table’s surface. “she fuckin’ hates me and i don’t blame her.”

“5a does not hate you,” jesse sighs. “her feelings are just hurt, but you can fix it.”

“and how’s that?” ellie crosses her arms over her chest.

“you’re a smart girl, you’ll figure it out.” jesse grabs the discarded controller from the coffee table and shoves it into ellie’s chest. “now put your all into this next round, i’m still gonna beat your ass.”

neighbor!ellie who’s never felt more nervous in her life.

who’s standing a block away from the café you own with a little gift bag and a bouquet of flowers.

neighbor!ellie who’s used to effortless relationships and casual situationships.

neighbor!ellie who’s scared shitless that she’s making the wrong decision giving in like this, but maybe jesse’s right and you’re just what she needs.

neighbor!ellie whose hands shake the entire walk up to the café.

she sees you with your back turned towards the door, probably doing closing inventory or something of the like with the way you scribble quickly against a clipboard.

you look so in your element with your apron tied tight around the narrow of your waist and perhaps now’s not the appropriate time, but your work pants look exceptionally great spread over the—

“i’m sorry, but we’re closed for the evening,” your voice sounds when ellie opens the front door and the chime tinkles against the glass.

“i’ll make it quick,” ellie says quietly, paper wrap around the flowers crinkling as she shifts on her feet.

you whirl around with wide eyes, almost dropping the clipboard when you find your neighbor standing in the middle of your café.

she looks so good in a fitted brown button up rolled to the elbow to reveal the whorls of ink decorating her forearms and skinny jeans that are way too good at highlighting the muscles of her thighs.

“ellie, what are you doing here?” you ask, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“i was, er, in the area?”

one of your eyebrows raise.

“well, is there something i can help you with?” you ask, eyeing the flowers and the giftbag in what ellie can only read as disdain.

it’s like the day you two first met all over again but the roles are reversed. her lips gape once, twice, then three times as she tries to find the words. but ellie’s never been good at talking about how she feels, at being vulnerable.

“i have to close up,” you prod, tone tired. “and whoever you’re visiting after this is probably waiting.”

the words after are a silent insinuation.

god knows i did.

you’re turning on your heel and ellie knows she’s losing you.

“i like you.” she says suddenly.

you freeze, fist tightening mercilessly around your clipboard.

“that’s not funny,” you say stonily. “you don’t have to make an ass out of me for having feelings for you, ellie. i get it, it’s hilarious that your dorky neighbor has a crush on you, but you don’t have to drag it. i’m—”

neighbor!ellie who’s always thought that you talk a tad too much and sets the gifts on the nearest table before crossing the distance between the two of you.

she’s towering over you and you’re looking up at her with furrowed brows as she pries the clipboard from your fingers and kisses you without another word.

“wait, wait,” you whisper, pulling away from her momentarily.

her lips chase yours, one hand splaying over the small of your back as the other cradles your chin.

“i’m sorry,” she says quietly. “i didn’t—”

“i don’t understand,” you admit. “you…you and your friend were—”

ellie shakes her head vehemently.

“i was being stupid,” she says quickly. “it’s—” she sighs. “it’s a long story.”

“but the night of the tasting,” you start. “you brought someone home…i heard you.”

ellie closes her eyes in defeat, rolls her lips as she presses her forehead against yours.

“it was a mistake, you have to believe me,” she pleads softly. “i was drunk out of my mind and high as hell and—”

she stops talking when she sees the expression on your face, notices the way your fingers hover.

“you have every right not to entertain this,” ellie swallows. “and i know i’ve been awful to you, but i…i really like you 5a.”

your head tilts down and ellie’s leaning forward in an effort to keep the eye contact.

“i’m not good at stuff like this,” she confesses. “obviously.”

you breathe out an involuntary laugh.

“but you’re different, really different,” ellie says. “and you make me feel so fuckin’ weird—”

you flinch.

“a good weird!” she assuages. “it’s good. and i really wanna try things with you if you’ll let me.”

you look hesitant, but ellie’s hopeful and you’ve always been a sucker for green eyes.

18+ BONUS

neighbor!ellie really wanted to take things slow with you after officially winning you over, but she can’t really help herself.

she takes you out a week after your heart-to-heart in your café, a nice restaurant you’d chattered about during your elevator rides to the lobby, and she’d been so close to making it through dinner and keeping it appropriate, but the dessert the two of you ordered had strawberries.

needless to say, when you’d taken a bite into the candied fruit and the juice curved down your jaw and slithered between your cleavage, ellie threw a wad of bills onto the table top and dragged you out of the restaurant.

didn’t make it far, ended up at the edge of the parking lot in the back seat of her car with two of her fingers knuckles deep in your heat while she swallowed your moans whole.

neighbor!ellie who takes you to hers after you cum twice and she tastes you for the first time.

“fuck, angel,” she whispers against your clit. “pussy’s too good.”

the sight is a devastating one, your skirt bunched around your waist and your top discarded somewhere on her bedroom floor.

one of your hands bunches her sheets in your fist, the other threaded through her brown hair as she eats you out like she’s absolutely starved.

“that’s it, princess,” she eggs you on, stuffing her fingers and curling against the walls of your spongy cunt. her tongue is sloppy against your little bud and your dulcet moans are buttery soft, absolute music to her ears.

that night seems to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back because she can’t get enough of you.

especially not when you wear that red and white gingham sundress you’d worn the second time the two of you met.

neighbor!ellie who spends so much time in your apartment now, likes to especially when you’re baking because you wear that stupidly tiny dress in your stupidly tiny kitchen and it takes every ounce of self control to keep her kisses on your exposed shoulders appropriate.

you start kneading the dough and she can’t keep her hands to herself, hooking her jaw into the crook of your neck as her fingers dance under the hem of your dress and ghosts the seam of your thighs.

“y’look so pretty,” ellie hums, tongue darting to lave at the juncture of your jaw and your neck.

“wait, ah!” fingertips trace over your mound and a semi-giddy, semi-disbelieving laugh rumbles from ellie’s chest when she finds you aren’t wearing any panties.

“you’re a dirty girl, angel,” she bites, one arm securing around your waist, the other toying with the slick coating your inner thighs. “what happened to getting work done?”

all you manage is a breathy cry when ellie skips the formalities and taps your clit roughly.

“el—ellie!” you whimper, one of your flour dusted hands wrapping around her wrist as your back arches and your ass presses into her hips.

your body stutters when you feel something nestle between the pert cheeks of your ass.

you throw a surprised look over your shoulder and ellie’s already grinning lazily at you as she continues kissing all over you.

“surprise,” she whispers.

neighbor!ellie who’s so gone. who still constantly gets teased by jesse and her coworkers. who wasn’t willing to admit it at first, but wants absolutely everything to do with you.

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plzfeedmebread · 2 years ago

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Resplendent

word count: 1220

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x Female! Metkayina! Na'vi Reader Tags/warnings: Fluff, angst, bittersweet, established relationship, adult reader, adult Neteyam, no smut Summary: Neteyam quietly watches you from the shore as you perform a ritual dance in the water, to the utter delight of your daughters.

Author's Note: Set some time after the big battle. Also moved those events further ahead. You and Neteyam are mated and have children before the RDA attacks the reef. Got inspired by the song~

Sa’nu - mum, mommy

Tahni - bioluminescent freckle

Close your eyes.

Deep breathes.

Remember the moves.

Remember the words...

Your heart thrums in your chest almost painfully. You take a deep, slow, calming breath; placing a hand over your heart.

“Sa’nu? Are you okay?”

You open your eyes, looking down to meet the gaze of your youngest daughter. The cool water of the sea comes up to her neck. Sweet thing. You told her, she and her sister could watch you from the shoreline. But they were persistent to be as close to you as possible. The water barely reaches your hips.

You offer a soft smile, reaching down and affectionately stroking her hair.

“I’m okay…Don’t worry my little star. Mommy’s just nervous.” The 5-year-old beams up at you with a toothy grin. Your 6-year-old beside her pats you on the arm.

“You practiced aaaaall the time! You got this.” She offers you her own encouraging smile. You give her an appreciative nod before facing the shoreline once more. You return your face to neutrality, closing your eyes once again.

You hear the disturbance of the water as your daughters move a bit to the side to give you more space to move.

With one final calming breath, you open your mouth and begin the song cord of your family.

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Neteyam stands under the shade of a nearby tree on the shoreline. His arms are crossed as he watches the three of you.

The evening breeze carries your voice to him. He stands up straight when the sound hits his ears.

When you sing, it reminds him of the melody of birdsong in spring. No matter how many years may pass between you two, every time he hears you play the instrument of your heart, he feels like he could fall in love with you all over again.

He takes in your form as you start swaying in the water, admiring you from top to bottom.

Your hair, thick and long, reaching all the way down to your knees; you and your sisters spent what must have been hours, braiding it into the intricate patterns now adorning your head.

Even from this distance, he can still make out the faint markings of the tattoos framing your face. Though today you also have a thin line of white painting the centre of your face. You could have mud smeared all over and he would still find you to be the most beautiful woman; you have him convinced you are blessed by Eywa herself.

You arms move slow and with purpose through the air; attuned with the words as they fall from your lips.

Your soft lips.

How he wishes he could kiss you right now.

You dip down, submerging your arms into the water. In one fluid motion, you rise back up to your feet, the motion you perform with your hands and arms bring water up with you as you rose. Your arms are stretched out to your sides as you pirouette.

Neteyam’s heart skips a beat as he watches you, and it’s as if time itself slows, just so he can drink in the beauty of your very being.

With your back to eclipse, your front is cast in shadow.

The water falls around you in a shimmering curtain of rain. The last light of eclipse hits the smooth stones woven into the fabric on your chest; causing a cascade of colours to dance across your skin. And when the sun disappears, your tahni come to life like the brilliance of dawn.

It’s one of his most favourite parts of your body. Though you had the scattered stars as did all Na’vi, for reasons he attests only to being blessed by Eywa, you have thin bioluminescent swirls weaving itself around your arms, chest, and all down your legs. To him it’s like a faint galaxy glittering in the night.

He recalls fondly the memory of him knowing each and every star on your body intimately.

And in the fading light of the day do you shine before him. Resplendent as you are in the day, so too will you dazzle the world around you in the darkness of the approaching night.

His heart throbs something fierce when you open your eyes after dipping into the water once more. Even behind the curtain of water, or the netting of the fabric draped over your head, your eyes glow with a fierceness he knows all to well. It pierces his very soul, a warmth sweeping over him.

He drinks you in more as you bend your form this way and that. He wishes he knew the intricacies of your dance; understood what each fluid motion meant, the significance of each swish of your tail, or the ways you angle your hands and bend your fingers.

You close your eyes as you near the end of the cord song.

As you perform another twirl, you playfully swat the water with your thick tail, splashing your daughters.

Their uncontrollable gigging brings a smile to your face. You open your eyes as you continue to dance, giving them a loving look. They’re splashing each other with reckless abandon as they try to imitate your moves. You can’t help the unrestrained laughter their antics bring you.

Neteyam laughs quietly to himself as he watches his girls playfully flay about in the water. Every day since their birth he’s given thanks to both you and the Great Mother for blessing him with such miracles. He hadn’t thought it was possible to love something as much as he loved you.

He feels a stray tear fall down his cheek. But he doesn’t move to wipe it away. Instead he continues to smile as he watches your song and dance coming to its conclusion.

You turn to face the horizon, and his gaze drifts to his girls.

They’re singing something he can’t quite make out, but he loves the sound nonetheless.

And when their eyes meet his, finally noticing his presence, they wave at him wildly, giggling all over again.

His smile grows wider, and he offers them a small wave back.

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One final pose, and you hold the final note of your song, eyes still closed. You hold that note until your lungs and throat burn.

You hear the excited cheers of your daughters as they shower you with praise. Your breathing is laboured as your heart pounds in your chest, but you offer them a bow and a small smile of gratitude.

You turn yourself to the horizon before you finally open your eyes. The ritual dance has come to and end.

You rub the cool ocean water on your cheeks, in your neck, and down your arms; all in an effort to cool you down from your laborious activity. You breath deep in from the nose, and slowly exhale through your mouth, calming your rapid heartbeat.

The girls still giggle beside you, resuming their unrefined dancing; now also singing their favourite lullaby in lieu of a songcord.

Sufficiently cooled off, you turn your head to your daughters to admire them in their silliness.

Your brow nits in slight confusion though, when you see them waving at something behind you, giggling all the while.

You turn around, curiosity in your eyes.

But the shoreline is just as empty as when you arrived.

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Author's Notes: It was a private funeral dance 😢

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tiyawnyana · 1 year ago

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Kinktober: Day 27

Anal

A/N: hiiiiii I like how this one went but not entirely pleased with it but wanted to get it posted

Pairing: Neteyam x (fem) Omiticaya reader x Ao'nung

Warnings: threesome, slight nipple play, oral (fem received) fingering, oral (male received), cumming in mouth, p in v, p in a, creampie

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You had hoped that the night of your celebration, the night you had.. fun.. with two certain navi wouldn't have been the last. But all good things must come to an end.

At first, they treated you normally. Greeting you fondly, respectfully even. Then Neteyam started to withdraw, and with him went Ao'nung.

You'd thought that after they had cuddled you throughout the night that maybe that wasn't it.

But you were glad, in a way. It was an amazing opportunity, a great first time with two people that held your heart. It even proved to help you get more confident, and it seems that multiple young males and females of the metkayina noticed this too.

You began to get gifts at random, more fish brought to you at the big meals, and even new arrows crafted.

Now that one was impressive, you only hunted with your bow up in the mountains behind the village, so that one took some thought.

But because of this new attention on you, it meant that those two individuals had noticed it all. They noticed the lingering touches, the stares, the talks.

So when you're heading back to your marui, carrying a basket of fresh fruits just gifted to you, the last thing you expect was to be bombarded as soon as you step into your home.

"What the-" you gasp, jumping as arms wrap around your middle from behind.

"Hello, yawne," the raspy voice of Ao'nung speaks fondly, kissing your shoulder blade.

You shiver, tail flicking hard between his legs.

"Tahni," Neteyam speaks softly, standing before you. He steps forward, reaching out as soon as he's close enough to cup your cheek.

Your ears are perked up, shock evident on your features,"Hello, what are you two doing here?"

Ao'nung exhales through his nose, then presses soft kisses to your neck,"Just wanted to visit, is all."

"Ao'nung," Neteyam stares at him blankly before turning his gaze to you,"We.. missed you."

Your gaze widens slightly before narrowing, and you pull yourself out of Ao'nungs hold.

"Why the change of heart? You had made it clear it was a one night thing.." You walk further into your marui and place the basket down then turn back to them.

They share a look, then turn to you.

"I do regret how I handled it afterwards.. it was not respectful to you," Neteyam speaks soft, ears pinning back to his skull with a grimace on his features, looking away in guilt.

Ao'nung nods, opening his mouth to speak, before closing it and looking away.

"It was a great time," you start, and you notice their tails flick, ears perking slightly,"It should remain a one time thing. I do not wish my heart to be tampered with."

"It- it wouldn't be! Tahni," Ao'nung starts, taking a small step towards you,"We.. we talked it over and we really would like to try. Neteyam- he's an idiot."

"Hey!" The sully boy smacks his friend, hissing lightly.

"It's true! He was stuck on the whole 'I can't mate with my sisters best friend', the skxawng."

Neteyam looks away in embarrassment, crossing his arms over his chest.

You snort at that, shaking your head. You know you have a light blush across your cheeks by this point.

"So, what changed? Was it the few people asking for courtship?"

You turn around, picking out the fruit until you find the one you'd craved, turning back to them as you bite into it. The juice drips down your wrist, to which Ao'nung spots.

He swallows thickly.

"Yes- no, it's complicated-"

"Not really," you interrupt him, chewing into the fruit again,"What is it, jealousy?"

They share a look. They're silent, and you chuckle.

"I told you, I do not wish my heart to be tampered with," you look away,"Please do not lead me on with false hopes."

"We wouldn't," Ao'nung steps closer, only a foot away by now and he reaches out to gently touch your arm,"What we feel is real, and that night- it was incredible. You were.. you took us so well."

His voice is a purr by the end of it, and you can't escape that shiver down your spine. You'd be lying to yourself if you said that you hadn't thought about that night constantly.

Neteyam is next to step closer,"we'd like to try with you, keep having this relationship, if you'll have us."

You gaze at him for a moment, thinking it through.

It is putting your heart on the line.

But it feels worth it. You had been craving their touch since that night- you made up your mind.

You glance back up at them. Heat coiling below your belly, tail flicking suggestively behind you. The grip on that fruit tightened, juices dripping down your forearm as you held it up to your lips.

"Don't make me regret this," is all you say, and Ao'nung pounces.

He grabs the fruit from your hand, squeezing it accidentally and more of the juices drip down your front, a sticky line down your chest. He's quick, though, lifting your arm to lick up the mess up to your wrist while maintaining eye contact. You huff out a heated breath, shuddering quietly.

Neteyam steps forward to your other side and cups your jaw, angling you his way and sealing his lips over yours in a hot and passionate kiss. It's sweet, messy, he licks into your mouth and bites your lower lip, his hips jutting into yours. You can distinctly feel the growing length below his tewng.

He pulls away and you gasp, only to be gripped and turned the other way and Ao'nung kisses you frantically. It's overwhelmingly dominant, he controls it from the get-go and it muffles the strained moan as you feel Neteyam untying your necklaces and licking over your nipple, collecting any juice that dripped down there.

Ao'nung pulls away, following the sully boys lead and sucking over your other nipple. You bow forward, moaning shakily at the differing pleasures, but then suddenly it's gone.

You try to speak, but gasp as you're grabbed, lifted, then walked over to your bed by Ao'nung. He's quick to drop you onto the blankets and pillows, yanking down your tewng and spreading your thighs.

You nearly shriek out a moan as he descends quicker, hand spreading your folds and mouth connecting to your clit.

"Oh, fuck!" You bark out in surprise, eyes wide at the ceiling before gradually bringing them down to his.

Your thighs try to close, but he's gripping the back of your thighs and draping them over his shoulders. A weak, punched out breath is pulled from your lungs when he licks at your hole, groaning at the taste of your slick.

"Eywa, I missed this," he nearly moans into you.

Neteyam has been watching, slowly peeling off his tewng and stroking at his cock.

"Look at how needy she is," he coos, sitting down to cup your jaw,"Missed us, didn't you?"

You nod weakly, and he grins, before shuffling closer and prodding his cock towards you. When you don't budge, a teasing glint in your eyes, he forcibly opens your mouth by the grip at your jaw, pressing his cock into your mouth, pressing further in until you nearly choke. His hands tangle into your hair and you whine as he uses your mouth and throat for his own pleasure.

The man between your legs presses two fingers into you, quick, and your hips roll up into his face as he drills them into you at a rapid pace, spreading you.

The cock in your throat spears almost roughly, hand tight in your hair and your breath was running out. Your chest burns but you continue to wrap your tongue around the underside of his cock.

There's a point where Neteyam drags your face to take his entire length until your nose presses against his navel. Your throat tightens as you swallow around him, and your chest burns hot when he holds you there, fondly stroking the stray hairs from your face. It feels like an eternity, throat full of his cock before he finally yanks you off. You gasp for breath, vision hazy.

"Hold your breath," is his command and you listen, especially when not even a moment later he's pressing your mouth back onto his cock down to the hilt and holding you there.

You're already too numbed out with pleasure to realize Ao'nung had slipped his fingers out to coat them in an oil, prodding at your asshole and gently pressing in. You jerk, body tightening around the digit and groan around the length down your throat.

Neteyam grunts, panting harshly and dragging you off, allowing you a moment to breathe again before dragging you back down, finally starting to thrust. It's three pumps, then he holds you down, cockwarming his length.

Ao'nung inserts another finger, scissoring you open as Neteyam fucks into your throat.

Your chest burns again but you hold out, hands clutching the blankets beneath you before you cry out a moan when Ao'nung sucks hard over your clit.

Your orgasm washes over you quick, slick gushing out of you and leaking down Ao'nungs neck.

Neteyam thrusts into you a final time before dragging your head down as he cums down your throat.

"Swallow it," he speaks roughly, hips grinding into your face as he shoots out a few more ropes before finally pulling out.

You cough, swallowing any excess and gasping for breath. You then whine as you're lifted, turned around by Ao'nung and you realize Neteyam is still hard, angling it and laying on the bed.

Ao'nung guides your pussy over the sully boys length before pressing you down. The tip presses in and in one fell swoop, the entire length presses into you.

You're pressed down onto Neteyams chest, tail gripped and cheeks spread as the male behind you presses his cock to your asshole, pressing until the tip pops in.

"Oh, shit! Wait- fuck," you rasp out, grimacing at the foreign feeling.

Ao'nung kisses up your back,"You can take it, paskalin," and gingerly presses more of his length into you.

After you adjust, his hips finally press to your rear.

"You take us so well, tahni," Neteyam cups your cheek as you rest against his shoulder.

Your body is still tight around them, even moreso with the new experience.

Ao'nung is the first to pull back, gently thrusting back into you. Neteyam is next, gripping your hips and planting his feet down to buck up into you.

This begins a slow but gradually speeding up pace, the sully boy fills you just as the metkayina prince pulls out, back and forth, and you nearly cry from the enslaught of pleasure. You're moaning openly, babbling incoherent words and they can't help but grin cockily at this.

"I'm not gonna last- mmph, fuck," Neteyam kisses your shoulder, licking over your sweat damp skin as his hips grind deeper into you.

"Surprise, surprise," Ao'nung teases, smirking, ignoring the hiss and speeding up his own thrusts.

Your second orgasm punches you in the gut, unexpectedly and you don't have time to prepare yourself as your cunt tightens, convulsing and squirting around Neteyam.

You cry out, moaning breathlessly. Your entire body shakes with this orgasm, tightening around Ao'nung as well and he moans in surprise, thrusting coming to a stop as he grips your hips, pressing himself into you entirely as he cums into your ass. The feeling is weird, but not unpleasant.

Soon enough, Neteyam groans, clenching his teeth as he cums into your cunt.

You slump onto neteyam entirely, still filled as they come down from their highs.

Neteyam snickers breathlessly, smirking at Ao'nung as he strokes his fingers over your back.

"Surprise, surprise, huh?"

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A/N: I want this

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crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf · 20 days ago

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Disgrace Chapter 7: Sweet Waters Illustrations

Estkle City, hugging the base of the equator mountains, alive with the winds peeling away from Ga'hah's storm spot; This city is port du call for the grand rail that brings civilians through to the Sohn city state in the North. It's the last stop before Tah'nyem finds herself home. Armed with a satchel of casino winnings and a posh nightlife these two are determined to enjoy their evening.

Read Here or on Ao3!

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crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf · 20 days ago

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Disgrace Chapter 7 : Crosshair x F!OC

Chapter Specific Warnings: Nudity, Angst and Fluff in a constant tug-o-war, drug use (smoking, drinking), Implied sex and sexual situations, I was hungry while writing this. This is also the chapter where I zoned out and forgot clone twins was fanon. Kark it we ball.

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Authors Note: My stars, are these two actually talking to each other? Self Indulgent chapter, jam packed with cute, watch Tahny die from cute overload. Am I stress posting my work at 5 am again? haha yeah.

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Word Count: 8687

Dynamic: Princess x Guard, Speed running Co-dependancy, A Mangy Cat and his Aggressive little Chihuahua. She's a damsel, she's in distress- she can handle it.

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Music Inspo- Sugar Water, Cibo Matto

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Chapter 7 : Sweet Water

The cargo hold bounced with a protesting rumble and I stirred from the light dozing that had taken me.

I was on the cot, laying flat against the rough fabric, nude besides a cloak draped over the narrow bed like a blanket. Crosshair was squeezed next to me, head laying on my shoulder, eyes only half lidded as he relaxed against me.

There was a slight burning sensation against my sternum and I looked down to see him tracing lines on my skin with the end of a toothpick. Same pattern, over and over, etching a red symbol into my chest. A circle, then a cross through it.

“You're an artist now?”

He didn't answer, nor stop his work.

Circle, long vertical line, short horizontal line, circle.

“Right over my heart?”

He finally slowed, tossing the pick aside, and blew softly over the hot scratches. I murmured sleepily against his forehead at the soothing, cool sensation.

“What's on your mind, Cross?”

Crosshair still hasn't said anything, just moving to be more over me, taking the rosey peak of my breast into his mouth to suck on softly before coming even to look me in the eyes.

He was making me a little self conscious, being so quiet… so intimate.

“Again.”

“Again?”

“Again.”

He was dropping his hips, wedging my thighs apart and I groaned in exhaustion.

“You can't have anything left by now…”

He wasn't listening, leaning in to kiss my neck and I giggled softly, nuzzling him in his persistence.

“I need a shower, li’nen…”

We had been on the road for hours now, sections of the trip having the truck slowed to a complete stop.The channels could only do so much against the inclimate weather between the Ga'haiian city states.

There hadn't been much to occupy us. I had tried to pull open a holofilm but we had gotten… distracted.The tiny sink made washing up pitiful and I was once again dying for hot water.

The intercom over the workbench crackled to life and Ger'nahei’s voice came over the static.

“We're pulling into Estkle, twenty minutes till we get to East Station, we'll be stopping just before to let you guys out… better be de~cent,”

That last part was delivered in a sing-song, answering my question about how much they could hear up there.

Crosshair slumped dramatically against my chest, sighing and letting himself become dead weight on top of me, making it hard to breathe. I struggled, chuffing in showy annoyance.

“Oh, get off… I need to figure out where our clothes even are,”

“Speak for yourself, mine are right there,”

He vaguely gestured to the pile of discarded armor next to our belongings on the floor.

“What about your blacks?”

His eyes fluttered open and he glanced around before shutting them again.

“Don't need em’”

I quit struggling with a short exhale of amusement. Instead, I wrapped my arms about him, stroking his back.

“Guess I'll be walking about Estkle stark naked… lucky day for the locals,”

He scowled up at me and I shot him a smirk.

“Not appealing, oh heavy one?”

“People already look at you too much”

He complained, sighing into my breasts but lifted himself to his elbows regardless, drawing the back of his relaxed fingers over my cheek as I raised a brow at him.

“You're the one that wanted me to be bait,”

“It's the way they look at you…”

It was true, I've never attracted a… normal range of attention. The looks that came my way could never be called innocent; no matter what I tried.

“Jealousy is still foolish, li’nen”

I stroked his brow, finding his gaze, trying to get through to him that I meant it.

“Men, Women, they look at me, always have… it's not likely to stop till I'm old and gray. I'm used to it,”

My fingers caressed the hollow of his cheek, the sharp jawline and he pressed against the cup of my palm, letting me hold him.

“They'll stop if I'm with you,”

“I'm not yours to protect, You can't be with me forever…”

His expression darkened.

…

“Cross… you said you didn't care about how it ends-”

Lips pressed to mine without warning, his arms sliding between my back and the cot to hold me to him.

“I don't…”

He mumbled against my lips, kissing me in quick little pecks.

“Just… don't talk like that, not as long as there's for now,”

Kisses down my chin, my neck, down to the still hot symbol etched on my chest.

“For now you are mine… you swore it,”

Is that what I promised?

My eyes were growing hot at the affectionate outpouring.

How am I supposed to keep this in check while he keeps… doing this…?

But I was pulling his lips back to mine, wrapping my legs about him to get closer.

…

Bzzzkrt

“Ten minutes,”

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Ger’nahei had opened the door to a rather disheveled duo; A certain someone making a nuisance of himself as I attempted to get some semblance of clothing on.

At least we found his blacks in time…

They were replacing our weight with sacks of gravel from the side of a depot and closing up again. Crosshair and I stood off to the side on the pavement between the tall, cubic pillars of the Estkle slums.

The tall woman turned back to us, pulling up a holomap and approaching Crosshair.

“The station is a few blocks this way towards the city center,”

From here we just grab our tickets and ride the train to Sohn. Easy peasy.

The rail system being called a train was a vast understatement, the magnetized track powerfully propelling cars that were the size of buildings. The many floors containing sleeper cars, massive cargo storage, an entertainment holoplex and more restaurants than you’d ever actually see attempting to navigate the massive, moving city.

East rail was more popular for civilian travel, whereas the West rail on the other side of Nohct used to be solely industrial, connecting the mining colonies to the ports but now it was reserved for military and political transport. Not exactly easy travel.

The holomap was snapped off, and Ger'nahei made to leave. I moved in to give her a hug and she put her hands up, side stepping me.

“I ain't touching you after that concert we heard,”

She was laughing, Sevill was staring daggers at me. Not unusual. I smirked and gave them a little wave as I stepped away from the humming vehicle.

“Good luck, kids,”

Ger'nahei climbed into the rig with a salute and they chugged off, headed to the cargo loading bays of East Station.

Crosshair casually draped an arm over my shoulders, opening up his own copy of the map to check our heading before steering me out of the alley to the main street lined with ramshackle stands and door stoops full of laughing chattering groups enjoying the weather together.

It was pleasant… strange to me, but pleasant. I watched younglings play along the curb while their families argued jovially about something nearby and was overcome with something wistful and aching.

Hugging tighter to the side of my escort I tore my eyes away from the smiling faces.

“It's so peaceful, this busy little world of yours…”

His voice seemed to reflect the ache that gripped my heart as we traveled farther from the residential buildings.

“Yeah… not that war has never touched us, these ghettos are a result of conflicts after all,”

“Still…”

He looked back towards the laughter carried up the street on the breeze to flow through us, then picked up the pace, distancing us from the source of the discomfort coiling around us.

The shopfronts lining the road began to have less bars over the doors and more spotlights casting warm lighting over the stone street with their displays.

As we rounded the next corner the station pavilion came into view.

A towering, steaming railcar clung to a tall wide track that stretched off to the horizon. The structures to the sides of the station kept most of the train out of view, but it blended against the gaps to look like parts of the building, almost even with the skyline.

“That's impressive,”

“Mm, it's the only way to get from Nohct to Sohn anymore, the Western line is a lot smaller and not open to civilians… especially since the occupation,”

“No one just… goes through the mountains?”

He looked in the direction of The Equator Range and I shook my head.

“It's too dangerous… Weather's mild but the ground is unstable, there's Cockerexes everywhere, and above all else it's vast,”

It would take nearly two rotations with a ground vehicle just to cross the desert between the mountains and Sohn’s farmlands, and that's after navigating the mountains and valleys of the dividing range.

“Besides, the train route is scenic,”

The tracks skirted the Eastern storm Mehaklei, cutting through the rain eroded valley that was now a misty wetland, shimmering and prismatic with the stray rays of light that managed to reach it from the sun facing hemisphere.

“I’ll get us a view then…”

“My Vah'hadarr should have left us tickets…”

“It'll be safer this way,”

I could see thoughts whirring in him again but was afraid if I asked he would try to distract me with… well, himself… again. His increasingly reckless behavior had me worried what he'd deem appropriate in the small city square. I was trying to gauge when the shift in demeanor started. The private box, the moon… maybe since we left the watchful eye of the military?

He was steering us across the open block, approaching the lit kiosk selling tickets for the massive railcar.

“Stay here,”

He instructed, angling me to a lamp post,

“I don't want anyone working for the rail to see your face till we're out of the city,”

He pulled my hood up, drawing the cloak about me a little tighter,

“Crosshair, your name was on that list too… and what about chain codes?”

He paused a moment but took my hand reassuringly, gently brushing his lips against my knuckles.

“They shouldn't be able to recognize me, as for the codes…”

He jiggled our heavy satchel of credits.

“Nothing money can't buy, Stay.”

He squeezed my hand and backed away, turning into a confident step as he wove his way to the sales counter.

I leaned against the light and watched him go, his own cape blowing in the soft breeze, giving a peek here and there at the armored physique beneath. The glimpses were teasing as he drifted off and I smiled at the memory of what those hips felt like.

Minutes passed with him at the counter, chatting to the clerk. A flirty tilt to his shoulders and a smolder in his stern brow was making her giggle while she made our reservation.

Look at him flaunting it.

I chuckled and entertained myself by taking in the surroundings.

The open street wasn't as busy as the center of Nohct City, though people still drifted about the sidewalks navigating around the speeders that would occasionally pass through. The buildings were close together, shops and restaurants interlaced with hotels and apartments.

Everything looked a little dingy, the buildings some of the oldest I've seen on Ga'hah. However, the updated storefronts still shone brightly, luring in the foot traffic of the evening diner crowd and a higher class of tourists waiting to depart on the train in the morning.

I sighed, releasing a tension that I had been holding in my shoulders. Cross was right, this was peaceful. It felt safe…

I knew the sense of security was foolhardy… Behind the facade of the train square there was the crime, the turf wars and the instability caused by Sohn's absolute disregard for the problems it created in the Southern hemisphere… But for now it felt, safe. Peaceful.

A hand on my shoulder made me jump and the soldier smirked down at me, handing over a set of train passes.

“You let your guard down,”

“Can you blame me? Its nice out here,”

I looked down at the passes in my hand and my eyes widened.

“Cross, a whole suite?”

“We have a lot of credits, and the clerk was easier than I thought she'd be… this much is no good to me, and nothing to you…”

I caught the hint as he gave the satchel another jiggle, sharing a conspiratorial smirk.

“A last night hurrah huh?”

He shrugged.

“How much we got left?”

I was passed the still heavy casino satchel and whistled, checking the time on our tickets. We left early, first thing on the new rotation.

“Let’s find a hotel first, somewhere nice or somewhere less conspicuous?”

We could backtrack, go to something less formal off the beaten path.

“It's safer where there's more people,”

“Then we'll stay somewhere close, your winnings, your pick,”

He leaned into the lamp post, an arm over my head, talking lower.

“Then what?”

“A warm shower, then we'll get dinner,”

“Dinner?”

“Dinner”

“Mm, after dinner?”

“We’ll have a few hours, I'm sure we'll think of something…”

We pushed off quickly, an eager sway in his step I couldn't help but mimic as he pulled us to the first hotel within our line of sight. As we made towards the lighted porte cochere his pace faltered in front of a patio packed with patrons clinking cutlery against fine plates. The smell drifting from the restaurant was heavenly, a mix of grilled meats and wood smoke.

“Let's go here,”

“Mm, sure, but there's a dress code, we'll need to stop and get you a dinner jacket…”

He grimaced, causing me to laugh lightly, patting his chest.

“Don’t worry, it'll suit you,”

I looked about at the glowing storefronts and hurried us to one that was still open.

~~~

Our room key guided us to the fifth floor, three doors from the main lift. I held my hand out for the key and Crosshair slipped it to me quietly.

The store experience had left him flustered, having let me take the lead in picking him an ensemble. At least flustered beat the heated irritation the experience started with. The switch in the shop keeper's demeanor between taking in our shaggy appearance and catching sight of our heavy wallet rubbed us. Cross about punched the man on principle and I probably would have let him.

The door clicked and slid open leading to a simple king suite. A small kitchenette was just inside the door, opposite an alcove leading into the fresher. The large bed took up most of the room, but the feature was a nice set of chairs in a sunken sitting room overlooking a wide window.

I sighed out a bit more tension, the safety of walls, silence and a locked door.

“This'll do…”

Cross immediately went to the window and drew the curtain, locking us away from searching eyes.

“You say that a lot,”

“What?”

“This’ll do,”

He was mocking me slightly.

“Ever happy with your accomodations?”

“Maybe I'm just greedy…”

My things were starting to pile on the floor. Desperate to wash up and change into something clean, I was already walking to the refresher midstrip, bouncing on a foot stuck in a pant leg.

“Greedy, huh?”

Cross seemed amused as he followed my half naked, self imposed obstacle course to the tiled room. He growled something under his breath I didn't quite catch, that familiar fire behind his eyes. No time for that though.

I almost cried at the sight of the oversized tub and double headed shower stall, we had been slumming it so long. It did raise a question though…

“Bath or shower?”

It was whispered in my ear, but his hands were busy undoing his armor.

“Mm, let's let fate decide…”

He raised a brow at me as I made my way back into the room undoing what remained of the buttons on my shirt, letting it fall to the ground.

I picked up the directory next to the complimentary com. After making sure the display scanner was off, I opened a channel to the restaurant we passed.

“Yes, hello… What time is your next reservation available?... Great, I'll take it… Tah- uh… Tahny. Of course thank you,”

Closing the com, I looked at the device, sparing a moment of regret that I couldn't contact Kahtzi. Changing coms so frequently, you would think I'd have her register memorized but… I was overdo by at least a day, she must be worried… maybe Jar'ath commed her. I shook myself mentally and turned back to the man watching me.

“Plenty time for a bath,”

As I finished talking I realized the water was already running.

“Can you still read my mind, Crosshair?... You have to tell me if you can,”

He strutted over and pushed me down onto the bed I was sitting on. Any lingering thoughts of home were wiped clear when my lips were his again; hard, hungry kisses while his strong arms wrapped about me.

“No… unfortunately, but I can tell the future,”

“Oh yeah? And what does the future hold?”

I was breathing heavily already and he chuckled as he shifted, scooping me off the bed to drape over his shoulder like a rag doll. We headed back to the sound of echoing water.

“Clean, warm, bath,”

He shifted me down slowly, pulling my body against him as I slid off his shoulder.

“Futures looking bright then…”

The porcelain was filling quickly with nice clear water and I glanced about for the house soaps on the counter, smelling a few of them before dumping something delicately floral into the forming pool.

Bubbles sprang forth spreading over the surface and I looked back at Cross. He was fiddling with the light panel, setting the tone to something warm and low before he finished undressing, slipping his blacks to the floor.

Testing the water briefly, I stepped in with a refreshing slosh that swirled the bubbles.

“It'll be easier if you settle in first,”

He breezed to the side of the sunken tub.

“Should we let it fill more?”

“Don't worry, you'll displace most of it,”

There was no further hesitation, he stepped in with me and lowered himself into the water causing it to lap at the sides of the smooth tub. I followed, nestling my back against his chest and sighing into the warmth seeping into my senses.

We let the water finish leveling around us before I tapped the spigot with a toe, not wanting to shift from where I was. It had been a long day and I think both of us were more weary than we let on.

The water slowed to a trickle and the soft tinkling echoed in the large room with its smooth stone surfaces.

We had let exhaustion win this time. Curled in the tub in an odd kind of stasis as the world that had been spinning since the night we jumped ship slowly crawled to a stop… letting us be still.

His fingers were trailing up my arm and back down again. The line he followed was faded, barely visable against my skin now tanned a few shades darker then when the ink was applied. He finished his tour by lacing his fingers in mine, cupping the back of my hand in his, and turning my palm upwards. It was the dark scars on my fingers he was after, stroking his thumb over the small marks.

My eyes were wandering over his arms, taking in his own sets of markings patterning the skin. Shiney burns, raised rips…

“What's this one?”

I used my free hand to trace a set of parallel marks on his forearm and he groaned, a low laugh, sounding embarrassed.

“Wrecker’s lothcat… he snuck it onboard, guess who found it?”

I smiled softly.

“Don't like cats?”

“I like cats, that one just didn't like me,”

“And Wrecker… who's that?”

The name had conjured an odd image in me, not really a picture but an impression; loud… apprehension. Odd.

He took a moment to answer, I was starting to think he'd let another question of mine go flat, but eventually he spoke… softly, fondly. A nameless warmth that I hadn't realized was missing.

“He's my brother, one of, He's a big sweetheart… you'd like him,”

He nuzzled my hair encouraging me to pry further.

“There's four of them?”

“Three… no, Echo counts, four, I have a sister too now…”

“They make female clones?”

“Yeah, special…like us, but she's just a child,”

“Aren't we all,”

Crosshair had gone quiet again and my heart and mind ached with him. He missed his family. He felt betrayed by them, replaced even, but he missed them. I could feel a tension starting to coil between us, in his muscles pressed against me. A now distant memory of a darkened service tunnel.

“... I had hoped they'd come back.”

I sat up, and turned to straddle his legs, wrapping my arms about his shoulders to pull him into a wet, tight hug against my chest.

“How do we quell that storm in you, li’nen?”

…

“This helps…for now,”

For now.

“What do you call the rest of them?”

There was still that lingering guilt of not learning the names of the clones that had traveled with me and his references stirred an odd feeling of familiarity in me, tinged with hurt and longing… a deep sense of broken trust… will I always be colored with his memories, or will this fade?

He leaned back against the side of the tub to look at me more comfortably.

“Hmm? Besides Wrecker… I mentioned Echo, he was a Reg before the Clankers got a hold of him,”

“Clankers?”

“Uh… droids, tore him to bits, now he's part Clanker himself, Then there's Tech, we came from the same tube,”

“That's a thing? You have twins?”

“A few… Echo was a twin too,”

Was a twin?

A pang went through my heart again.

“Are you close? With your twin?”

“You could say that, he's the one of us that does all the talking… then there's Hunter, he's our leader… mainly cause no one else wanted to do it,”

He snickered softly at his own dig, the rumble of it in his chest caused me to smile a little too. I was glad he was talking for a change.

“Is he any good,”

…

His eyes went dark and distant at that, the little crook of amusement leaving his lips, I pivoted,

“... And the girl?”

…

“Her names Omega, honestly… I didn’t get to know her, didn't seem… prudent… seems like a good kid,”

You know the word ‘prudent?’

I was scanning him in the nice warm lights, finally getting a chance to really look at him. The red sun had filtered out our imperfections, making us like new in each other's eyes. The cargo hold was lit, but barely… This was the first time we were able to truly see everything.

Like his arms, his chest was patterned with the stripes of war. Long gashes here and there, over a peck, across an ab. Countless healed burns from blaster bolts. I ran my hands up his stomach to trace the tattoo over his right rib.

“Ninety-nine…”

“That's our squad… we all have one of these,”

He stretched to give me a better look at the skull over the number.

I sighed in exaggerated disappointment.

“Guess you're married then…”

His brow furrowed, not expecting that… I winced, rushing to explain the joke.

“Sorry, old… Ga'haiian stuff, before we adopted the Republic’s ideas of marriages we had our own ways, rather than splitting into couples we would form tight knit clans and they would share a mark… military squads and their tattoos are kind of… similar,”

I leaned, moving my drape of hair to show him the tiny diamond star hidden behind my ear.

“Kahtzi and Jar’ath have matching ones, it's a promise to take care of each other, today people try to equate the two, clans and marriage, to make the fact that clans aren’t legally recognized any longer more palatable,”

“You and… Jar'ath? Not to judge a book by its cover but…”

I shot him a look, but I guess it was a fair question.

“It's not like that, doesn't have to be for the clan to work, he's like a brother… but that's why equating the two is kind of absurd,”

He was quiet again running his fingers over the ink on his ribs.

“They left me behind… so much for taking care of each other.”

His voice was suddenly thick with bitterness.

I didn't really know what to say, every word feeling hollow as it passed over my tongue just to be swallowed again. The phrase was simple, but I knew the tempest that lived in him. What could match the devistation of such a storm?

“How could they?”

Was all I could really manage, cupping his jaw to turn his eyes so full of hurt to me.

“I don't know… but they left me again, and again, They just don't want me anymore,”

“That can't be true…”

He choked back a dry, humorless laugh.

“I guess not directly, Wrecker offered me a half assed invitation… but I've known him my whole life, the very thought of me on the Marauder again made him nervous. And when I didn't immediately jump on their very enthusiastic offer, they left. The second my back was turned, without even another glance… they left me for dead,”

“That can-”

“Thirty two rotations, Tahny…”

“What?”

“They left me, alone, on a platform in the middle of a raging sea, nothing but the smoldering remains of our home for company, it took. Thirty. Two. Rotations. for scouters to find me,”

I froze.

“How are you alive?”

The words came out as a whisper, my lungs unable to fill against the tightness forming in my chest.

“I shouldn't be, I should've died out there… I don't belong anywhere anymore,”

I carefully shifted, coaxing him to lean into my arms, to let me cradle him against my breastbone.

“What about the Empire?”

He sighed,

“Might as well stay… rigid and unyielding, just like me,”

…

The phrase sent a wave of hurt through the back of my mind, alienation, loneliness,

“I don't find you rigid…”

“You don't know me… not everything,”

“Have you not been yourself with me?”

There was a heavy pause, reflecting his contemplation.

“I don't know…”

“Do you like who you are with me?”

…

“...yes,”

His answer came soft and unsure. I took a deep breath, noting how heavy he felt against me as he surrendered to my touch, his muscles finally relaxing. The waves in him may never cease, I suppose…but I might be a shore for him to crash upon… for now.��

“Then… that's who you are, not what you've done, or what someone says you are… so I do know you, as for the details… tell me, don't tell me, I'll have your back either way,”

He lifted his head from my breast, a shimmer in his eyes as he searched for truth from my words, clinging to it once it was found.

“I might not be a good person, Tahny,”

“You don't have to be li’nen… might be better if you're not,”

I'm not exactly a good person either…

I found his lips, pressing against them to sooth him, reassure him. Arms wrapped about me, crushing me against his damp skin. My muscles ached in an unfulfilled bid to protect my lover, all I could do was cradle him, kiss him.

…

The water began to cool around us, and I made to turn the tap back on to add more heat but Crosshair caught me, tapping the stopper lock instead.

“I’d love to stay like this, cy-uh… but I'm ravenous, and if I remember correctly… we have a dinner date,”

I snorted at that.

A dinner date after everything?…

“This feels a little backwards, doesn't it?”

“Welcome to Strange.”

“Ha. Ha.”

It seems we had recovered from the shadowy place our thoughts had turned.

I shifted to stand, but first turned into the soft kiss that was waiting for me. I had started to expect this temporary goodbye between our brief moments of private, quiet intimacy.

He watched me as I dried and left the refresher before I heard the water slosh again as he made to do the same.

Picking up the duffle from the floor I tugged out the paper bag from the casino. The shift I had purchased was black and slinky, the satin quality of the fabric making it shine like wet ink. I stepped into it, pulling the tight cut over my hips and sliding my arms into the straps. I hooked on the beaded filigree pieces to drape over my bare shoulders and adjusted the cleave cut that made a sharp line between my breasts down to my navel. It wouldn't drag, and the long skirt had enough flow to hide the egregious slit to either hip. Until I walked that was.

On second thought, maybe this was too much for Estkle.

I reached into the bag and grabbed the simple blazer and catsuit that I snagged as an alternative, laying it out on the bed.

As I slid my thumbs under the straps to undress again, Cross rounded the corner, new slacks pulled up and hanging from his hips while the rest of him was still exposed.

I looked at him and he looked at me.

“Is that what you're wearing?”

“No… I was about to put this on instead,”

I gestured vaguely at the outfit on the bed and once again made to lower the straps.

“Don't. I like this one,”

He had made his way over, catching my hand from its task and turning me to get a better look at the plunged neck line.

“It's gonna draw attention,”

“I'm with you, their eyes won't linger…”

I doubted that, but admired his confidence. He was intimidating… maybe he'd be right.

“We're still laying low, right?

His fingers traced the gapped fabric between my breasts down to the dip of my navel.

“As low as can be,”

~~~

We integrated into the posher crowd gathered on the busy patio alight with fiery torches, a few heads turning at his tattoo and my faded markings but otherwise no one paid us much mind. I did catch a few brief glances, the start of a head turn as my thighs split the hem of my dress as I walked, but they quickly turned back down to their food.

It was amusing, the slight man commanding such presence. He wasn't even that tall by Ga'hah standards. And yet…

By Be'llahl, they are scared of him aren't they?

I leaned into Crosshair's arm as he guided us to the host podium. The dark gray lapel jacket was soft despite its chunky knit, the leather patch on the elbow making a cool spot against my skin where my arm wrapped about his.

He cleaned up well, the coat accentuating his slim waist and broad shoulders. I had picked out a thin, ribbed sweater to wear underneath, simulating his comfortable black bodysuit. The loose cut slacks had a crisp crease drawing the eye to the length of his stride as we strutted forward.

A slim Ga'haiian girl looked us over briefly before taking us up a staircase past massive vases stuffed with fresh flower arrangements in vibrant, saturated tones. She showed us to a table for two on the second floor, snugged into the open bay doors overlooking the busy street below.

A brief explanation, a bottle of nectar requested, and we were left to our devices.

Cross subtly angled the window shades, his foot reaching between mine to hook the chair leg, drawing it slightly more into the room to obscured me from outside observers and keep a better eye on my back.

“Want to see the cold bar?”

“Not yet,”

He clicked the flag device at the table which switched the glowing pattern from red to green. Almost instantly a muscular man brandishing an oversized skewer laden with a sizzling roast appeared at his side. He explained the cut and marinade then asked if we'd like a portion, which Crosshair eagerly accepted.

A quick slice of a traditional blade and the seared meat fell to the waiting stone plate.

“Should I wait for you?”

I shook my head, standing.

“Dig in, I'll be back,”

I sashayed across the wide stone floor, past a stories tall glass wall. Droids puttered about behind it, pulling nectar bottles down from the vast floor to ceiling storage racks just feet behind the glass. Buff men and women in leather aprons and chefs coats carried various roasted meats on skewers to the packed tables filling the space. Voices echoed off the dark stone walls, droning out the soft, live music drifting up the stairs that led back to the lobby.

Finally I reached the massive bar laden with more fresh flowers framing overladen trays of cheeses, smoked fish and various salads. It didn't take long to fill a chilled dish.

Cross had several cuts of meat laden high on his plate by the time I had found my way back to the table. He looked up at me, a subtle red tinging his cheeks.

“I forgot to turn the flag off,”

I covered my mouth as I snorted back a giggle.

~~~

Stacked plates, a case worth of empty bottles and a settled tab found us a little over an hour later.

“... And that's how Ga’hah stayed out of the war… for the most part, not sure what the point was with the Empire moving in the second it was over,”

“I was there you know, in the field… at the end,”

“Yeah?”

“Our last order… was to kill the Jedi generals that turned on the Republic… I was the only one of us that complied,”

I was eyeing the flush tinging Cross's cheekbones trying to determine if he was actually a lightweight. I knew I was, and glanced back at the empty bottles scattered about the absolute carnage of the evening's feast. He just shrugged trying to hide the odd look creeping up on him.

“You're serious…”

“Lot of good it did,”

“What do you mean?”

He swirled the last of the nectar in his glass.

“It just doesn't feel any different, It's not called war anymore but the blaster fire sounds the same…”

“And now it's brother against brother,”

He downed his spirit, emptying the glass and drowning the ghosts in his inner storm.

“They were cowards for running, nothing can be changed from out there… and now there's no choice for them,”

“You could have still gone with them… I'm not sure how much change we're really doing here,”

…

“Maybe I just stayed cause it was comfortable,”

He was starting to look really down. I took his hand around his cup, sighing,

“It doesn't sound like you've been comfortable at all honestly,”

He didn't answer, instead, checked the bottles for any remaining nectar. So I rambled…

“Hurts the pride though, just… enforcing some status quo, just look at me,”

He obediently met my eyes, though I really meant that figuratively.

“Uh… look, I stay in my Vah'hadarr's shadow of progressive legacy, I uphold the appearances… but there's reasons we kill Bly’ju’s guards but not Bly'ju, there's consequences for one and not the other, some changes… people like you and I can't make them. Not without martyrdom and there’s better deaths out there than rotting in a jail cell for shooting some asshole,”

“Do you feel bad about the guards?”

“Nah… kark ‘em. Even a life contract can't compel you to act… they knew what they were doing,”

His brow furrowed in confusion, not really making the connection I was getting at.

“Maybe we just…chose the path of least resistance because we're too tired to really get what we want, holding your guard up your whole life will do that to you,”

“What is it you want?”

I felt like that should have sounded accusatory, but when I searched his gaze I found the same desperate questioning in his eyes. Like I might have an answer he was looking for. Chugging the considerable amount left in my glass I blurted,

“Peace… some quiet too, for myself and the few people I give a shyte about,”

“Sounds nice…”

“...Quiet?”

“Having someone to give a shyte about…”

His gaze matched mine, eyes shiney from the liquor. In amazement I tracked the occasional flick of him scanning around us, even drunk he was ever the professional.

“Oh Cross, you'll find your people!...some kindred spirits, plus I'll always be about in my tower for you to visit… or just find a familiar face and cling on, I'm sure there's one or two or three thousand at the GAR,”

I giggled, the absurdity of his reality dawning on my addled mind.

“That's not funny,”

But his cheeks were tight from trying not to smirk. I found his eyes with mine again, laying my head on my arms, folded on the table. He mimicked my posture,

“You should know the regs don't like me much…”

“They're just jealous… just wait till they find out you have connections to Kahtzi Zho,”

He blinked,

“Wait, Zho? Why does that sound familiar…”

I smirked, raising a brow at him.

“The holocal? In the GRSO relief packages,”

“No… your Kahtzi is the Kahtzi Zho?

“Mm, which month was your favorite?”

“Nelona.”

“Of course you like Nelona.”

“What's wrong with that one?”

“Nothing… I took that one myself,”

He chuckled, closing his eyes a moment,

“So you want some peace, princess? Good luck if you plan on having your girlfriend in tow,”

“Mm… you know, I'd probably hate it,”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah… I need chaos, Crosshair. I need speeders racing through the night and bar fights, and toying with people who could easily kill me in sick, brutal ways, Without it I itch… without it I'm just my Vah'hadarr's… pet,”

The last word was spat with contempt and he started stroking my hair, leaning into the table to reach me. We were quite drunk…

“Peace still includes your father?”

“Family is important, Kleinthu Vah'hadarr nam’patri… there is no me without mine Vah'hadarr, so… all my rights flow through him till I'm married off…unless I abandon my station,”

I dramatically gestured to the red smudges under my eyes,

“It is my duty as a low-born Lady of Sohn,”

“Well there's a Ga'haiian custom I'm not in love with…”

His brow was pinched in frustration on my behalf, charming me yet again so that a sad smile colored over me,

“It's not… Ga'haiian, not really. It's Sohnese. These marks under my eyes may as well be a for sale sign, but unlike your common slave I’m to be traded for political favors, I have my freedom on Coruscant… for now, but one day I’ll be sold just the same, It’s not so bad, symbolic mostly… and my Vah’hadarr has been good to me, teaching me and letting me have a life…”

Crosshair's eyes had darkened as I spoke, fingers sliding through my hair to cup my chin. I was too inebriated to really read his expressions, Maybe he could relate,

“Besides, I like the work for the most part… It suits me, Perhaps that's why you stayed too, not cause it's the right thing exactly… but because the blaster fire sounds the same… if you left, if you never had to fight on a battlefield again, Too quiet. You'd have to think about it all like… like I would,”

“It all?”

“Mhmm… all of it,”

“Sounds like a lot.”

“Isn't it though?”

“Mm, I think we're drunk, and overstaying our welcome,”

The man was keeping his cool though, trying to mask his slight wobble as he stood up to take my hand. I couldn't help but giggle drunkenly.

He takes himself so seriously…

“You're… kind of funny sometimes, you know that, Crosshair?”

“...funny? I don't think I've ever been called funny before,”

“Deal with it, it… it rounds you out, Mr. Rigid and unyielding,”

“If you say so… up you get ner’burc’ya,”

I leaned on him as we turned, with dread, to the long staircase. Giggling again, I checked that I still had my clutch.

“They must have a lift…”

“I can still handle stairs,”

He was maintaining balance fairly well, even with me hanging on him, and we haphazardly navigated the descent.

“Where to?”

I jiggled the casino purse, there was still a good chunk of credits to spend. Once we were on the train I could charge my father's account to my heart's content, so splurging on souvenirs seemed in order.

He leaned in, the smell of nectar rolling sweetly from him as he wrapped his arms around me. His weight guided me to lean against a pillar, and he pinned my arms over my head, brushing his lips to mine. He still tasted like the fruity spirit and I drank the flavor of him as he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue over mine before withdrawing.

“I just want to get you back in that bed…”

Maybe saving some cash would be wise…

He angled us out of the restaurant and we swifted back in the direction of the hotel, passing storefronts and groups of chattering people in a hurried stride.

The fresh air was sobering, though it was getting cold, the smaller of the moons positioned to the West. The wayward winds from the Mehaklei pressure front made Estkle a breezy city, and they ran through the loose cloth of my skirt, making it dance about my legs as we briskly made our way up the street to where the buildings thinned to a view of the plains…

Until Crosshair slowed and stopped, staring into a glimmering display of fancy bottles.

“What was it… that scent you wore, the night we met? Is it here?”

It was my usual bottle, long gone now somewhere in our travels. The perfume was something my mother had gotten me as a graduation present. Nothing too fancy, I wouldn't have used it, but the flowery scent was complimented by a fiery resin musk underlay. It smelled like a late summer evening.

“That one,”

I pointed to a square of the display housing a red and gold bottle in various sizes.

“Stay here,”

He left me on the sidewalk, disappearing into the store with a staggered gate.

I mean… I think I know what you're up to…

I shook my head but smiled to myself, turning to lean on the stone storefront.

My eye was caught by a tiny store at the corner a few paces away. It was barely the size of a closet, with only a service window facing the street, a thin man zoned out behind the glass in front of his rolled wares.

Cross had the big bag, so I rifled my own stash of credits in my clutch as I approached the dingy little stand.

“You have Darh?”

“Sure do, plain, flavored or spiced?”

“What flavors do you have?”

“Berry or citrus,”

“Berry then,”

“Good choice,”

The clerk slipped the rolled herbs into a small tube to hand to me, took my credits, and I was at the perfume shop again before Crosshair had finished his purchase.

He stepped back onto the sidewalk moments later and handed me a small bag. It was heavier than expected and I looked in curiously.

“You got one of every size?”

I pulled out the tiny travel version to glint in the light from the shop window, lips quirked in amusement.

“That one's mine,”

Cross lifted it from my fingertips, tilting the small vial to puff against my pulse point before he tucked it into his breast pocket.

I looked at the small lump under the jacket lapel and felt my face flush with more than alcohol.

“How you surprise me…”

Shaking myself, I pulled the tube from my clutch.

“Now for me to surprise you,”

…

“What's this?”

~~~

My pumps hit the floor with a muted thump as I kicked them off and slumped into one of the chairs. The room was dark, the only light coming from the refresher.

I flipped the hollow tube in my fingers, watching Cross carefully rip into the wiring panel, finding a way to disable the smoke detector without setting off the alarms.

Neat skill.

He had scoffed at the idea of lighting up in the stairwell, which was traditional, but I wasn't gonna complain about the privacy.

I popped the tube and took out the paper roll and strike, waiting for the go ahead. There was a quick skrtt and Cross nodded that he had figured it out, before he came to sit with me by the window.

“Have you ever smoked?”

His toothpick habit was suspect, but I wasn't even sure clones were allowed to pick up such things…

“No…”

“So the toothpicks?”

He turned away, hiding a new flush blooming over his cheekbones.

Okay then,

I got up from my chair and moved to his,knees about his hips to face him.

“I'll help, first time rookie mistake is resisting the inhale,”

I put the end of the Darh stick in my mouth, hitting the strike to create a little flame. There was a crackle as the plasma caught the end of the paper and I drew air like a straw to pull the heat into the herbs, lighting them. A sweet smelling smoke coiled lazily from the fresh ember and I drew another breath, pulling smoke from the herbs, coughing a little.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, it's normal… now here, just breath in through your mouth, slow and shallow,”

I pulled deep on the smoking herbs, filled my lungs and leaned into him, grabbing his chin to coax his lips open, exhaling slowly into his mouth. Smoke leaked between our lips, as we shared the hit, his arms wrapping about my waist as I pulled back again.

He coughed as he exhaled what I gave him, but tried to suppress it, putting on a brave face.

Cute.

I took another puff, but let him sit with what he had.

“What's supposed to happen?”

“Give it a minute, it'll absorb into your blood stream and travel to your brain, everything will feel a little slower…”

Clipping the burning end of the roll, I set aside the rest. The first wave was already starting to hit me, the air taking on the thicker quality of water, the illusion of more resistance. More importantly my thoughts slowed.

The ever whirring flow of information halved it's speed and I could peer through my thoughts a little more carefully, examine them longer before they slipped out of sight again.

Right now I was staring at Crosshair. My position was slouched, even to his face. A small crack in the drawn curtains was letting in a beam of moonlight to cut across his features, highlighting his tattoo.

I love this tattoo…

My fingertips were reaching out to it and he leaned into my touch, closing his eyes. He was probably floating by now.

I scooted closer, resting my elbows on his shoulders my one hand still cradled his temple, thumb tracing the thin lines of ink over his brow. I set the other to stroke his head, starting from brow to neck.

Bristles of new growth had began to come in across his scalp, coarse against my skin. I delighted in the tactile feel of it, bringing both hands up to massage with my nails and fingertips.

“So you do have hair,”

“I actually have amazing hair… it's just been easier to keep it off,”

“Is that so?”

I scratched a tad more vigorously and he leaned into it.

“Maker, it's been driving me crazy,”

He giggled,

“Whatever you do, don't stop till it's fully grown back,”

I laughed lightly at his sudden, boyish demeanor, but my fingers were starting to cramp and I eventually had to stop to a sad whine from the intoxicated man.

I quieted him with kisses, soft, small kisses… to the corner of his mouth, his nose, the cheekbone and brow. Feeling the shapes against the sensitive flesh of my lips, mapping his face, imprinting a memory. As I pressed my lips lightly to his forehead I felt his breath heavy against my neck, breathing in the scent that had been spritzed there,

“You'll come back to Coruscant… won't you, Tahny?”

“No one could keep me away, once whatever this is has blown over I'll be back,”

“...and I can come see you?”

“Of course, Cross, whenever you want…”

He relaxed into me, arms tightening slightly as he sat still, breathing me in.

“So…”

I slowly rocked back, sitting even with him again.

“...the toothpicks?”

“If I tell you will you scratch my head again?”

We both giggled a little at that,

“Sure,”

…

I waited while he gathered his thoughts through the haze of the Darh root.

“Back when we were cadets, there was a holofilm, Tech somehow managed to get a hold of it… an old Outer Expansion story about a gunslinger,”

I raised my brow, those old films were hokey, but I couldn't deny I liked them occasionally.

“This gunslinger kind of became my hero…”

“What was the name of it?”

He flushed, looking down.

“We didn't know… it was a silent film, the text files had gotten corrupted so the cards between scenes were just blank, I was meaning to ask Tech if he could look for it again…”

He trailed off.

“So, your hero…?”

“He was the stoic good guy, never missed a shot or took insults, good guys could smoke in those days… but, obviously I couldn't,”

I was starting to put the pieces together and my heart started to warm.

“I started taking toothpicks from the mess hall, and chewing on them to… look tough like the gunslinger,”

He said the last part fast and looked away, his cheeks turning bright red.

My heart melted completely. Though I had little reference, I couldn't help but try to imagine a young Crosshair on Kamino.

Tiny Crosshair with toothpicks. Tiny Crosshair making finger guns at the other clones. Tiny Crosshair acting like an Outer Expansion action star. By Be'llahl, can I survive without a heart?

I couldn't handle this story high, that was for sure, and resisted the urge to start bawling from the adorable imagery that flooded me. To disguise my distress I pulled him to me in a hug that could probably crush bones.

He leaned against me, yawning.

“Don't ever tell anyone that…”

“Who would I tell?”

…

“Jar'ath.”

“I absolutely would not tell Jar'ath.”

“Kahtzi.”

…

“Okay, I might tell Kahtzi,”

He groaned into my shoulder but seemed to accept that reality.

“Scratches?”

“Mhmm, let's move though, you're getting tired and my legs are falling asleep,”

I slid to the floor and he obediently followed as I took his hand, guiding him from the sunken alcove back to the bed at the center of the room.

I stacked the pillows into a nest and crawled in, fancy dress and all, reaching for my lover staring down at me dreamily through an addled haze. He crawled, more clumsily than usual, over me, resting his head against my chest with a relieved sigh.

Starting slow I worked my nails in little circles, up and down, careful around the edge of his scar. His breathing eventually became heavy, the drinks and food and smoke catching up to him after an absurdly long day.

I wasn't fairing much better, my hands folded around him and still, eyes heavy but… watching him sleep, not thinking much of tomorrow.

It felt important to remember him like this. Unguarded, content. There wasn't much time left, it was important to drink him in… like sweet water.

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Disgrace Chapter 8 : Crosshair x F!OC

Escalation, as in the rise of a mountain, like the ones that border Estkel City dividing the polarized world of Ga'hah. Buildings climb the mountain side in an rising pattern as Tah'nyem Ra also finds herself in a pattern of...escalation. As the dance comes to a crescendo she may have to come face to face with the culminations of a decision or two. Will she learn to be careful with what she wishes for?

Chapter Specific Warnings: Smut, Oral (f recieving), Over Stimulation, Canon Typical Violence (blasters, speeders, shock sticks, etc.), some Tahny whump, clothes cutting, Absolute sleezeball of a mini boss (if you though Bly'ju was bad), Threats of SA, blood, flashing gifs, eye strain.

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Authors Note: I had to animate a few things. The smuts right away in this one so buckle up butter cup. There's a lot of images for it being a shorter chapter but this is technically the first chapter/associated song and it spawned this entire fic. Bless.

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Word Count: 6544

Dynamic: Princess x Guard, Speed running Co-dependancy, A Mangy Cat and his Aggressive little Chihuahua. She's a damsel, she's in distress- she can handle it. Murder is his love language.

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Chapter 8: I feel…

The speeder was rumbling beneath my fingers as we shot over the rocky terrain. Sound was pounding through my eardrums, ripping wind and roaring engines. I glanced at the snipper sprawled over the backseat aiming his sights over the trunk at the crowd of pursuing vehicle headlights bobbing in the darkness as we were chased towards the glowing mountains on the horizon.

How'd the day end up like this?

~~~

Hot water pelted me from all sides. The double shower heads, the high pressure… absolute bliss. I stood and let the water massage me before working up a nice, fragrant lather.

The fresher door slid open while I rinsed and Crosshair entered with a yawn. I smiled at the blurry figure on the other side of the glass.

“Did I wake you?”

“Yes,”

The answer was blunt but held no animosity as he stretched, stepping into the shower stall and joined me in the hot, steamy water.

“You should have woke me sooner… I didn't mean to fall asleep like that,”

His arms were encircling my hips, cradling me to him. I rested my hands against his chest, idly tracing the scars there.

“You needed some sleep,”

“And another day has slipped from us…”

He dipped to get a better hold of me, lifting me to press my back against the cold stone wall.

“...We've still a little more than an hour,”

I wrapped my legs about him to make holding me easier,

“Let's not waste anymore of it then,”

Though the words were heated, he came to me slowly, nuzzling against my face, tilting my nose with his to angle in on my lips; Teasing them with little brushes of his till I leaned in to claim them myself, eliciting a delighted hum from his chest.

“I wanted to have you in that dress,”

“I could put it back on,”

The dress in question was crumpled on the floor outside the shower stall. He wasn't waiting though, a free hand diving between my legs to stroke me to life. I rocked into the touch, sighing softly at the teasing caress promising more.

Crosshair reached over and turned the water off,

“We'll wash up later,”

He carried me one armed from the stall. A towel was draped hastily around my shoulders as I was lugged back into the dark room, lightly tossed onto the bed with a bounce.

My body was still dripping, and I ruffled my hair with the towel before my ankles were tugged off the edge of the mattress.

“Hold on, I'm sopping…”

“Not yet you're not,”

I chuffed at that, but my amusement shifted as my thighs were roughly pushed apart. He laid over my stretched out torso kneeling on the floor. Hard, hopping kisses were planted down the smooth stretch of my navel before his lips found the sensitive flesh between my legs.

I gasped and arched against the lewd kiss, whispering a soft praise as he explored me with his tongue; he dipped into me with a moan in his throat before tracing back up the warm folds to flick the bead nestled within its hood. He was taking his time, keeping his attention precise, letting the task consume his focus.

The insistent probing was building tingles along my skin to pop like fireworks behind my eyes, so unlike the ripping shocks of electricity from yesterday's activities, his forceful tongue gentle in comparison and I sighed from the delicate pleasure he stirred.

He suctioned over me, pulling the pink skin into his mouth, making sure to catch my eye as he did, knowing the sensation would have me writhing. The erotic show was just a preamble, as his mouth closed over me again, tongue pressing hard and rhythmic over my clit.

My gasps started to match his rhythm and I found my fingers sneaking around the back of his head, hips bucking as the sparkling pressure built to something unbearable.

His tongue flicked faster against me as he controlled my pelvis with a rough hold, pinching me to get my attention back on him. Our eyes locked as he drove me further, determined to get me over that first edge quickly.

Curse him, he's figuring me out…

I couldn't handle it, mewling softly as my thighs clapped about his jaw drawing a pleased groan deep from his chest as I came for him, becoming flushed and sensitive. A sigh of relief escaped me as the tension in my back released.

“Mm, you're quite good at that, come here li’nen…”

The muscles of my sex clenched, wanting more of him, and I tried to tug him up to me with my calves but my legs were pushed down again, restrained. He wasn't stopping, and as the numb aftershock of my orgasm wore off…

I jerked, hips attempting to get away from the stimulation now feeling like fire. My voice came out as a whimper, all strength instantly drained.

“Wait, it's too much!”

He didn't wait, instead, he nipped my overstimulated bud, gently letting his teeth caress the sensitive skin. The sensation was akin to hot steel being pressed into my brain. A whisper against slick flesh,

“Aren't you greedy, Tahny?”

I cried out as he sucked me into his mouth, writhing and arching, unable to kick with him holding my legs. He showed no signs of letting up and I was getting a hint at what he was after, my thoughts dipping into that soft, fuzzy realm of incoherency. It felt good, it was too much, far too much, but it was good.

“C-cross, we have, a train to catch…”

His fingers flew to replace his tongue a moment, keeping up the relentless assault on my senses as they pressed and circled. He smirked up at me, lips glistening in the soft light,

“You don't need to be coherent to board a train.”

He sank his teeth into my thigh, and I jerked again, causing his fingers to slip from its mark. I was bitten again for that, before he moved his mouth back to suck on the swollen button, plunging fingers into me roughly.

He wanted me broken.

My breath was coming rough through gritted teeth as I was licked closer to a second orgasm, its approach announced by violent spasms through my thighs once more free to lock around his neck, his trigger finger curling inside me.

It felt like a small blast went through my muscles, hot, forceful, leaving me decimated in its wake.

“Enough,”

I whined, but I didn't tell him to stop. It felt too good, the painful jolts of overstimulation turning into a dull roar of pure feeling.

He was going slower, tongue softly laving across my hot flesh. Looked like he was finallygetting tired, but I was still talking, pushing away; Still resistant. What he wanted was further.

“How many of those till we break that pretty little brain of yours…”

I had started grinding against his tongue, sighing at the waves of pleasure, too much but so very good, an exquisite feeling.

Did I say, enough?

I wanted more, my mind unfocussed, letting the blissful tingling reach further in, pushing away thoughts of anything else. Was I getting hotter, or was he getting cooler… it doesn't matter, it feels good.

A new climax built in my core, soft and warm and I chased it, holding his mouth tight against me as I let it take over, let him take me to that mindless plain where all I wanted, all that existed…was him.

“Crosshair…”

CRASH-tink

Through the spinning fog I realized I was sprawled on Crosshair's chest behind the bed I could have sworn I had been laying on. He was wrapping the towel around our heads and then,

Bang

A bright light tinged the edges of my line of sight, my ears… ringing. I instantly sobered. Cross was grabbing my face, mouthing something…

Clothes. Now. Stay. Low.

I nodded and reached around the foot of the bed to the new catsuit and jacket that had been pushed to the floor the previous night. A quick wipe down with the discarded towel and I was dressing, wiggling into the pants while staying behind the bed.

It was time to go. I was shaking from the sudden adrenaline fighting through the endorphin fog. My bag was near the corner leading into the alcove on top of my boots. I crawled to it, threading my arm through the strap and casting about for Crosshair as I laced into the old shoes.

He was already suited, fitting his helmet on and grabbing his rifle.

First, he checked the angles through the broken windows. Then back to the alcove to check the door.

I reached into the duffle and grabbed the small pistol and holster, strapping it on.

“Can you hear me?”

His voice from the door.

“Yes…”

“Good, let's go, stay close.”

Up and to his side, he nodded and pulled the door open a crack, checking the carpeted passage. We exited and headed towards the stairwell away from the main lift lobby.

Just before we reached the metal escape door, Crosshair turned fully and shot back down the hall, hitting the leader of a group that had just rounded the corner from the opposite end of the corridor.

The group returned fire as we burst through into the stairwell. I made to head down but Crosshair caught my arm.

“Not enough time, plus there's more down in the street.”

He scooped me up and stepped up into the window nook, kicking the glass hard.

“No, Crosshair, we're on the fifth floor!”

The glass broke with a tinkling crack and I started to hear the approaching footsteps from the hall.

He leapt, a swift, hard push off of the window sill and we were mid air. As we dropped from view of the window the sound of the metal door slamming into the wall reverberated over us. I shivered, thinking of the force needed to do such a thing and suddenly glad to be sailing through the air.

We hit the roof of the neighboring building at a roll, diveing behind some ductwork housing bolted to the flat stone. Blaster bolts singed the ground after us. There was some distance but they had seen where we went.

“Do we still head for the train?”

I was reaching for my holopad to check the time… no good. It was left in the room.

“We'll need to lose our tail first.”

He had taken a small mirror from his belt and was using it to watch the window and our pursuers.

“Shyte,”

I was being yanked up, Cross already bolting to the edge of the flat roof with me in tow.

A sharp whoop rose from the air around us, followed by a chorus of answer.

“Get on my back,”

I crawled up obediently, wildly casting about to catch the source of the crowing voices. My skin grew cold as I realized there were silhouettes dotting the roof line to either side of us. Two, three per building standing out against the moons in the dark southern sky.

Crosshair was jumping down to the next roof. Blaster fire to our left, but he kept our pace aiming for the edge and the next jump. At the last second, a bolt singed the roof on the opposite side, causing him to falter before angling down onto a fire escape instead.

“Doesn't this feel like they're…”

“They're routing us, keep your wits up,”

He set me down as we reached the alley and I drew my pistol, trailing close after my guard.

There was a roar of speeder bikes punctuated by more whoops from the main thoroughfare, driving us further into the dark alley. They knew where we were, obviously in communication with those on the roof.

The noise of our pursuers bounced off the stone walls of the narrow alley behind us as we darted out and through into the back streets piled with trash and discarded shipping crates.

Where are they pushing us?

We had to break from the path at some point, get away and circle back to the train station. I could see the tension coiling in Crosshair as he weighed the option of each corridor we passed.

It sounded as if the group on speeders had spilt, one staying on the main road, the other darting through the connector alleys making their way towards us through the obstacles.

I was pushed to stop behind a barrier of abandoned scrap while Crosshair lifted his rifle, setting his sights down the crowded alley street, waiting.

A few seconds and a bike darted into view, the sniper squeezing off a round perfectly, knocking the rider from the seat. The bike kept going, crashing magnificently into the alley. Another second, another shot, another rider.

Cross grabbed me and pulled me down an opposite corridor. The speeders had learned already and had regrouped on the main road. We were going the opposite way, headed to the next street over and hopefully some crowd cover.

Bad luck.

The early morning streets were devoid of life entirely, besides a tooka sniffing at a trash can.

The roaring engines were headed in our direction again, but Cross was calm, helmet visor scanning the thinner streets. He started to walk backwards, aligning us with the sounds of oncoming speeder bikes.

“Stay to the side,”

I tucked back, hugging the wall, keeping pace with his backwards stride. The bikes burst from the alley turning sharply towards us. The first overshot and Crosshair spun,

Crack

The back of his heel made contact with the rider's forehead pitching them off the vehicle to land limp and disheveled on the pavement. The bike slid to a stop this time, and Crosshair was already swinging a leg over the seat. I was hopping behind him before he said anything, no time, the rest of the bikes were about to overtake our position.

“Why aren't they shooting at us?”

“Obviously, they don't want us dead…yet,”

“...That's not reassuring,”

So this was different from the people who wanted us dead now…

The bikers were swarming us, making giddy, crude gestures as they made lunges to hit the back bumper of our ride. Whoops and whistles and roaring engines set me on edge as they echoed off the tall buildings.

“Hold on tight,”

Not much choice. The speeder was small, and my arms and legs were already locked around him. He gunned the throttle and we jumped ahead of the other pack of bikes.

I swore as the cluttered street became a deadly obstacle course. Cross leaned into the steering, tilting us to graze past debris and parked vehicles. The following bikers didn't dare match the breakneck speed and we were quickly growing the distance between us.

The engine whined a harsh scream as Crosshair eased the clutch to whip us around a corner and down another set of alleys and side streets. Our pattern was forming a zigzag, turning us back to the train station. It was gonna be a close call, I could hear the steam from the massive transit rail starting to whistle as they made boarding preparations.

The wind tore around us as the bikes in pursuit finally dropped from view. I leaned into Crosshair's pack, letting my arms relax slightly around his waist.

I looked up at him, the lights glinting off his helmet as he confidently wove us through the streets… a pang went through me. How dangerous we could have been, had we met a little younger and stupider.

If only these were the darkened streets of Coruscant, and we were simply reckless youths in the night.

The warning came in the form of a sharp whistle of a speeding engine as one of the bikes cut us off, forcing us to turn prematurely. They had gotten around us, and were once again forcing us down paths they wanted us to take.

Crosshair was cursing, slowing to be able to draw his sidearm.

It was too late.

We shot out of the next alley into a wide culdesac of mech shops, jeering assholes in tattered leathers lining the sideways cutting off the exits.

The bike was about to smash into a hastily constructed barrier and Cross yanked the steering to turn us into a slide, already firing on the enclosing crowd as he pulled us away from the downed speeder. I lifted my blaster to help, turning to put my back to Crosshair.

Kark, kark… kark. Got you!

I wasn't exactly a crack shot, and there were too many of them. Cross had us moving, away from the bike and towards the nearest blocked through street, but they had gotten real close.

“Tahny… I'm going to clear you a path, you need to run, get to that ladder to rooftops,”

“And leave you behind?”

“I don't think they're after me… I'll be right behind you, give me space to work, I'll keep them from following.”

“They'll kill you,”

“They can try. Now go… Now!”

He took a set position, stabilizing his muzzle to work more efficiently, slingshotting me out in front of him towards the throughway closest to us.

I sprinted, trying not to hesitate or flinch as the goons that lunged for me fell… But I couldn't help but look behind me.

Cross was watching my progress following at a slower pace, dividing his fire between me and the enclosing circle around himself, hand hovering over his belt as I closed in on the alley scafolding. He wouldn't be able to keep it up, but I was almost there

A man fell in front of me and I attempted to jump the hurdle, landing bad. I lost my footing, sliding in my oversized boots and was falling too.

I didn't make it to the ground though, rough hands hoisted my form up and over the crowd, passing me down, moving me towards the center of the shops.

My progress faltered, a bolt taking down the person directly under me, but I only dipped a second before being lifted again. My kicking connected with heads and faces but it didn't matter. I pressed my blaster into the neck nearest to me and fired.

Again.

I was finally dropped, but in the thick of it, surrounded by leering thugs. I looked to Cross, fighting a swarm of his own, attempting to pick off supports from the group that had me. He looked back at me.

And then a muscular shoulder dipped, rushing me, crushing into my sternum and knocking the wind from my lungs. The force threw me backwards, into a metal crate.

A heavy door swung shut, slammed and bolted, locking me into the container. A droid attendant pushed a button on the side of the shoot, and in a rush of compressed air I was hurtled into darkness.

Shrieking metal assaulted my ears and sparks flew to burn my skin. The shoot was dark besides the flickering spark lights and I was jostled by the rusted tracks, making for a varp of a shaky ride.

Paddles struck the sides of the crate hard, throwing me into the walls helplessly, still gasping for air as I was sorted through various tunnels.

I hope Crosshair didn't jump in after me…

Another paddle hit the crate with crushing force, then all too suddenly, brakes clamped on the rail slowing the container to a stop with a piercing shriek.

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I sat in the corner of the crate, counting seconds. It had been seventeen minutes since I came to rest in this darkened warehouse. At least I assumed it was a warehouse. The cargo transport was separated from the rest of the building with a half wall, fencing across the tops allowing me to see catwalks full of crates in another shallow bay.

Twenty one minutes.

A door slammed in the connected enclosure. Several pairs of footsteps entered, walking at a brisk pace.

“No shyte… and the escort? Ah, no matter… just get back here and make sure the riders scatter but stay on call, we just got the cargo we're moving tonight,”

Oh no…

My heart dropped into my stomach and I shrank into the shadows of the box I was trapped in. A panic set into me, churning up my instincts to fight like the cornered animal I was.

The footsteps were turning into the cargo bay.

“O~h, little Ta~hny,”

The jeering voice made me shiver.

“I know you're in there you little cunt,”

Sharp clangs rang out as something struck against hollow metal tunes and crates. I jumped at every strike, a playful woop accompanying every bong.

A face had appeared at the slot window of the crate, the purple veins throbbing through a dead eye that searched the shadows for me.

I fired my little pistol, but the head jerked away with a high pitched, mocking laugh.

“Oh ho, so close, good to see you're still vicious… makes this all the better… get her weapon,”

I aimed a few more rounds through the gap but shock poles were being pushed in. The tasers zapped me, sending a buzzing, numbing pain through my body that felt like my skin was being compressed. I cried out, trying to back away but they had me cornered. It felt like my teeth were going to pop. The stinging electricity overwhelmed me, and I dropped my gun with a spasm.

They kept jolting me as the door was opened, the small pistol picked up and the pain finally stopped, leaving me panting and weak as I was dragged out into the open.

Rah'dheko Den was straightening the cuff of his tacky metallic jacket while a burly pair lifted me up by my arms to hang before him. The low light glinted off his hair, slicked back besides a single highlight of white left to dangle in front as if he had something to prove.

He took a long draw on his death stick.

“It is you, the little nerf herself! Ya know, it felt like a lucky karken day,”

He reached for my chin and I made to bite him, snapping my teeth with a snarl.

“You should be nicer Tahny… you're only safe as long as I’ve. got. you,”

He grabbed my chin rough, avoiding my teeth.

“You see little girl, Ah’Jo San is offering quite a deal to whoever can get you to her alive, it's quiet lucrative for our boss’s operation, but as soon as I give you to him… he'll give you to her… so maybe think about behaving,”

So she did live… great.

He stepped away and snapped his fingers, leading his men back through the small warehouse with me hanging between them. I could see more of the stored goods and it just made me more confused. Costumes, statues… stuffed and mounted beasts.

“The thing is, I've got some unfinished business with you too, and there's a whole lot I want before that tight little body of yours goes cold,”

The giddy man grabbed something off a rack as we passed, shoving it into the hands of a lacky.

“You keep me entertained, you get to live longer,”

“Kark you!”

“Soon enough, baby girl, Soon. E-nough.”

We had made our way through a set of double doors, putting us in the back of a tiled showroom, dark and derelict. Wide glass windows looked out over the rooftops of Estkle, we were up the slope of the mountain. The room was haphazardly scattered with tables, a makeshift bar back set up to one side on what might've once been a ticket counter. Rough looking men and women in leathers sat in the ramshackle hideout, arranged around a long platform that would've held a lit display at some point.

Is this the old museum?

If it was, I was royally screwed. The cargo tunnels had brought me… how was Cross supposed to track me up here?

My eyes were following the train as its golden lights pulled behind us into the mountain range. There won't be another one till tomorrow.

Rah'dheko was strutting between tables closer to the elongated platform, finally turning to me again.

“It's been so lonesome, you know, since Rah’Den's been gone… just me and the crew the past few years, you're gonna make it up to me… least you could do right? Put those perky tits of yours to good use for a change,”

He was reaching into my blazer, squeezing a breast through the catsuit underneath. I jerk and kicked at him, but he laughed, his thick frame taking the weak abuse in stride.

Another snap of the fingers,

“Bring that here, yeah you, does anyone else have something for me? Come here, yeah… now…”

He turned to me, removing a skimpy reenactment costume from a garment bag.

“You like traditional clothing, yeah? Put this on.”

“Eat. A. Dick.”

Rah'dheko clicked his tongue.

“The way you talk to your unkle…”

He pulled something from his pocket, dropping the costume while he snatched one of my thrashing legs.

It was a vibroblade, and he switched it open making a quick slash up the pant leg. I hissed as my skin was knicked, a thin ribbon of blood welling up and dripping from my knee.

“Hey, nah, I don't want to hurt you, baby… Stay. Still.”

Another slash up the other pant leg, a motion with his hands and the goons dropped me to yank off my jacket, tearing the sleeve seams. Then he finished, dragging the knife from leg to top. I wrapped my arms around myself as the catsuit became scraps, holding what I could in place.

“Oh, and what. Is. This?”

His tone was excited in a way that coated my senses in slime… I felt sick. He was tracing the knife tip over the bite marks now exposed on my thighs.

“That horn head isn't leaving marks like these… you get yourself a boyfriend, Tahny?... Even better, Put. The costume. On.”

As emphasis, he sliced the fabric down my back, making me cry out with another knick to my skin.

I bitterly reached for the crumpled clothes on the floor, if you could call them that. The bikini vest and small skirt were made of soft stitched patches of leather, a tribal fit from before the age of static cities. I carefully slipped the revealing outfit on, pulling the scraps of finer fabric out from under them once I was covered.

A small strip of leather was dangled in front of me and I rolled my eyes, snatching it and slipping the thong on under the skirt. I hated under clothes but the tiny outfit barely hid anything.

“Good girl.”

He gingerly lifted a few pieces out of the garment bag, affixing a collar of sharp teeth about my neck. Next he roughly yanked a cuff of bone and beads up my arm over my bicep.

Are these real cockerex teeth?

“And now the look is complete, beautiful,”

“What's your game, Rah'Dehko?”

“Sabbac usually.”

He nodded and his men grabbed me, throwing me unkindly onto the lit platform.

“You're gonna dance for us, me and the guys”

“The varp I am”

“You will.”

He deftly drew a blaster, firing at my boot, forcing me to move. A few more shots to prove a point and rile my nerves.

“See, you’ve got the spirit already… what's that slutty little Be'llahl dedication they open The Crown with? I know you know it, do that... And little Tahny,”

He fixed me with that wicked half face of his, beautiful and dangerous wherever the scars didn't touch.

“As soon as you're too tired to dance, as soon as you can't stand anymore, you'll be taking care of the crew,”

A lewd chorus of whistles and rude calls rose up from the watching gang members. Rah'dheko rose his hands to their enthusiasm,

“And ladies, she has a girlfriend, so dont be shy…”

He turned back to me, scars aimed in my direction this time. The dead eye was frightening to look at, but the sagging dark skin around it made his face deceptively compassionate… who knows why he never got a cybernetic.

“… They'll either break you completely, or you'll last long enough to beg to warm my bed instead, and if you ask me to save you, you'd best be convincing,”

More jeers rose from the onlookers as the man mimed a rude gesture, pumping his hand and tongue in sync.

My mind was whirring…

“What does your boss think of all this?”

Who is your boss Rah’dheko?

The ragtag crew he had assembled was a colorful variety, a few pickings from shadier planet systems with dubious trades. No clues as to who they answered to, but a few sets of large spade-shaped ears and horned chins gave me pause.

“If you're still alive when I hand you over, what else does he need to know, what are you waiting for, Dance!”

He fired his gun again and I glared, starting to sway, lazily.

A blaster bolt grazed my shoulder causing me to jerk and hiss from the scorched flesh.

“That's not how the dance goes,”

Flashing a glare, I set my jaw, placing my feet at ten and five, sweeping five to three. Still slow.

“Yeah, reserve that energy, smart, no wait, boring. Pick up the pace,”

Another bolt grazed my thigh but I moved only slightly faster. I still needed to see. There were six tables pressed to the platform, three occupied, two had their weapons on the table, the remaining in a holster under their arm. The owners of the exposed weapons didn't seem intoxicated… not any good options.

I spun and a shot whizzed by my ear,

“Whoops, that was close, if only you dropped like you were supposed to, the drops my favorite part,”

There wasn't a drop yet, but at a jiggle of his blaster's muzzle I sank sidesaddle to the stage, shifting my legs around before standing again.

“More oomph next time,”

His crew was chuckling as I was put through my paces. I tried to tune them out, ignoring Rah’dehko’s striding around the stage. I looked out over the city skyline.

Can I make it to the windows?

I couldn't see a door… looked like the entrance was separated by a lift.

Even if I got out of this room…

There was a drop, and I could get to the alley but I wouldn't get far on foot… especially if I didn't nail the three meter fall. I looked out over the roof tops closest to the old museum’s windows. They cascaded away like stairs as they followed the curve of the mountain.

A shadow was moving along those steps, not a straight line- bouncing from obstacle to obstacle. The hopeless dread that had started to grip me was purged in an instant.

It was five- no, four now- rooftops away. Moving fast. More importantly, if I can see him…

Let's make sure he can see me.

I spun, with more vigor, angling myself into the dusty spotlight, swinging my hair to flash in the bright beam.

“There we go… accept your fate, Tahny?”

“That's not how I would put it…”

I flicked through the next movement, catching the light as much as I could. Rah'dheko’s back was to the windows and he leaned into the platform to look up at me, lust thinly disguised under his scars.

“Eager to pick up where we left off, baby?”

The shadow was two buildings away.

“Something like that,”

I dropped, laying flat on the platform and the glass front shattered.

The room was chaos in seconds, a flurry of blaster bolts and bikers dropping sequentially. I watched the streaks of light bounce around the room, the frightened cries as the gang was taken by surprise.

Alcohol poured over the floor as the haphazard bar broke, dropping it's load with a crash. The loud cries and chorus of blaster fire eased to wet struggling and a lone gun periodically putting down the wounded.

I finally turned to the heavy boot fall, the soldier removing his helmet as he crossed the ruined floor. It fell with a clatter and my vision blurred with sudden tears.

I hadn't known I could fly, but there I was, closing the distance at impossible speed and flying into his outstretched arms.

Crosshair! Crosshair! Crosshair!

I kissed him, clinging tight to him. He found me… whatever tension that still remained was soothed by his firm arms and hard armor plates pressing into me.

There was a wet laugh from the floor, followed by a pained cough.

Rah'dheko was leaning against a fallen chair, bolt wounds through his femur and ulnar supports had him immobile. He weakly drew on the death stick still between his lips.

“So…you're the, the guy… huh? Tell me would ya… how's her pussy taste? I always wondered…”

Crude to the last.

“You missed one.”

Crosshair put me down, expression dark and ominous. He scooped my petite blaster from the floor where someone discarded it. An alarm had started to go off somewhere.

“No I didn't. Face a mess of purple and green scars… the one who got away,”

He slipped the gun into my hand, kissing the top of my head.

“Oh Cross… you shouldn't have,”

~~~

We madcapped through the back alley away from the museum warehouse. I felt exposed even with the leather jacket I had snagged on our way out. The building had been slowly engulfed in flames as Rah’dheko’s death stick fell onto the alcohol soaked floor. The alarms still blared, and we could hear the sounds of speeder engines being stoked to roaring life. Crosshair pulled me along,

“We missed the train,”

“I saw,”

Didn't matter, we had to get out of this part of the city. Rah'dheko was just an underling and there was still a price on my head.

There was a speeder parked in the mouth of the back street and I dove into the driver's seat.

“What are you doing?”

“We need a ride.”

I slid down the seat, flicking out Rah'Dehko’s vibroblade and popped open the compartment under the steering. A quick yank of the knife and the wires were cut.

We strip off the ends, I tap red to black and…

The car rumbled to life.

Cross jumped in the passenger side, tossing my battered duffle in the back. I yanked us into gear and steered onto the street, none too carefully.

There were more people about now, and their heads turned to watch our speeding vehicle as we tore down the sideway. The sound of pursuing bikes was growing louder and I swear I could see them in between the buildings as we passed by.

We couldn't go as fast as I wanted, the occasional pedestrian making me slam the brakes. I turned down the main boulevard, away from the bikes, aiming to find open roads.

Turning the wheel hard, I swerved us onto a new side street, heading south towards the mountains.

I just need to floor it West once I'm clear of the buildings.

Sharp whistles rang out from the rooftops around us. Not good.

Blaster fire hit the trunk and hood of the speeder and I floored it, hoping the straight shot to the plains stayed clear as I pushed the engine further.

Ten meters… five…

We broke from the wall of buildings onto the cracked streets converging on the abandoned mountain road.

Unfortunately we weren't alone, headlights flashed on up and down the lines of the city streets. Speeders, bikes and a variety of modified trucks grumbling to life with purring motors. Goody.

Crosshair was already in motion, crawling over the seat into the back, setting up his rifle to lay over the trunk.

“Keep us steady,”

“I'll try,”

My grip on the steering tightened and I tore my eyes from the side mirrors.

The cracked roads were joining, turning into a wide highway half covered in sand that swirled into miniature dust storms as we sped over them.

Beams of light lit my way in erratic flashes as the truck's and bikes joined the chase at will. Blaster bolts shot through the dust storm that formed in my wake, Cross returned fire, a sickening scream of metal as a bike swerved into its companions twisting them together.

I tried to ignore the nerve tightening, tearing of metal and blaster fire. The road was getting worse as we tore over it, large chunks missing in places, displaced boulders and large weeds that were more like bushes sprung from the warm stone making the way forward hazardous.

“We're running out of road! It's gonna get bumpy,”

Crosshair answered by firing faster. I watched a bike spin out in my side mirror, the truck behind it rolling over the crippled vehicle, veering off course as the bike stuck to its undercarriage. It tilted and rolled into another group of bikes, as a speeder crashed into it from the rear. A magnificent plume of flame billowed into the dark sky temporarily turning the blue green plains bright orange.

Eyes back on the road, I swerved around the barriers marking the end of the planned speed channels onto pure desert.

The speeder rumbled beneath my fingers as we shot over the rocky terrain. Sound was pounding through my eardrums, ripping wind and roaring engines, the noise echoed back to me from the mountains looming over the open plain. I glanced at the snipper sprawled over the backseat aiming his sights over the trunk at the crowd of pursuing vehicle headlights, now cropped down to half, bobbing in the darkness as we were chased towards the glowing mountains on the horizon.

How'd the day end up like this? It had started so well.

I tried not to let my mind drift to more pleasant things.

“Not to rush you but we need them gone before we're in the valley, I won't be able to keep up this pace,”

“On it,”

I caught glimpses of careful shots and rolling vehicles through my mirrors as I guided us over the wild flats leading into the range's deep valley system.

A series of fast shots and a deafening shriek, I looked into the rearview to see the remaining truck pitch up, flipping over its front in what seemed like slow motion, hanging in the air a moment, headlights wild around it. The cab and engine were crushed in an eruption of flame and then…

Boom

Fire engulfed the remaining pursuers as the ground shook violently, there were a few more reactionary explosions, each making the steering under my fingers tremble. No one emerged from the flames.

I breathed a sigh of relief at the crackling of the burning wreckage, easing on the pedals. The cracking was getting louder… separate, and ground shaking.

Shyte.

I slammed the brakes, throwing the gear into reverse and floored it again.

“Tahny, what the kark,”

Crosshair was unamused as he was thrown into the back of my seat at the sudden change of velocity, the speeder now lunging for the heat of the burning vehicle wreckage.

It wasn't fast enough.

The ground was already crumbling under the nose of the speeder, opening in a wide yawn and swallowing us down into the dark like a hungry beast. As Crosshair's arms closed around me, pinning me to the seat as we plunged into the rock I couldn't help but feel,

…

Safe.

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Disgrace Chapter 1 : Crosshair x F!OC

Summary:

After the rise of the Empire, neutral planet Ga'hah is occupied by Imperial forces. Governorship has been assigned to Nyem'Tok Ra, a Ga'haiian native who married into Coruscant money. Nyem'Tok's business is pleasure, owning and operating The Red Spire, a collection of brothels ranging in exclusivity. The highest club on the tower is The Red Crown, managed by Governor Ra's daughter, Tah'Nyem. The socialite delinquent shadows her fathers footsteps through the underworld, and now finds herself in a political maze with no guidance for what to expect. Thus, it comes as a surprise when her father insists she take a military escort back to Ga'hah suddenly one evening. Aboard the ship she meets an unlikely ally, a "defective" clone Commander on light duty after a long stint at sea. These two castaways feel a kinship, as if their worlds are changing too fast to leave a place for them. Will they be able to survive the shift, or be crushed by the traps that seem to be set for them both.

Warnings: MC pushes boundaries, rough sexual tension. Some nasty threats made at MC. Sex work is legal/respected. MC swears a lot but its all in universe slang so technically she doesn't.

As for Tah'Nyem, her family control's the red light district on Coruscant. She's gonna have some social issues when it comes to boundaries and objectification. Sex positive af though, and don't insult sex workers around her that's her friends and family and she will fight you.

Word Count: 6k+

Dynamic: Princess x Guard, Speed running Co-dependancy, A Mangy Cat and his Aggressive little Chihuahua.

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The first nine chapters of this fic are written (as of today, I'm just illustrating as I release...hopefully weekly? No promises. There's a planned 16 chaptahs.)

Droplets patter across the roof of the palanquin as the shadows on the emergency port darted back and forth through the icy rain making their preparations. I catch the look of boredom in my reflection as a small regime of Troopers exited the transport and began receiving instructions from someone obscured from view by the artificial downpour and darkness. A figure crosses my window and I’m startled from my idle observing. It’s father. He presses his thumb to the window frame and the barrier blinks out of existence.

“Now, li’ha. These nice gentlemen will be escorting you back home, Don’t fuss, Do as you’re told.”

I pursed my lips at the condescending tone in his voice.

“Are you not coming? What's going on Vah'hadarr?”

The secret tunnels, the emergency exit, and now Empire Troopers escorting me separately from my parents. One didn’t need The Force to feel something was off here.

“Vah’ha!”

The pleading in my voice was heavy, but my father simply cast a pitying look in my direction before disappearing out of view once again. My mother quickly filled the space in his stead and she leaned in to whisper to me hurriedly.

“We will be right behind you. Listen to the soldiers, and Tah’nyem,”

She reached in and grabbed my chin, turning me to meet her eyes.

“Be. Have.”

I couldn’t help but slip into a sly smile.

“Who me? What on Ga’hah could I do?”

I was feigning ignorance. I had a tendency to make my own fun in stretches of dire boredom... This wasn’t the first talking to she felt the need to impart on me.

“It’s different when you use to toy with the occasional padawan Tahny… but your father’s friends are dangerous men. Be careful who you rile up.”

It is quite unfortunate, but she’s right.

“I’ll behave.”

I finally acquiesced and she released my face leaving me to fall back against the plush seat. She slipped off to find my father and I closed the window to lean against it once more.

However…

How much trouble can I really get up too in a tiny can full of little soldiers?

A wicked grin bloomed across my face and my eyes flicked back to the transport. A straggler was exiting the ship and just now joining the six other men.

A strong gust of wind parted the curtain of rain giving me a clearer view of the newcomer. His armor was black, the helmet coming to a sharper silhouette. The downpour closed in again, obscuring him into black smudged profile standing lean and tall over the other Troopers.

Must not be a clone…

There’ve been whispers of a new defense bill for soldiers to be conscripted rather than cloned now that the war was over… I didn't think they had voted on that yet.

Who knows what was happening with the clones. With the destruction of Kamino so recent, you would assume Coruscant would be crawling with them. They must be relocating them to other, less inhabited worlds or… something. Either way, the holonet was silent on the matter. Not many showed much care or concern for the spontaneous army in our midst.

There was a small vibration through the seat and the palanquin began its descent to the dock, the rhythmic patter from the roof fading to nothing as it passed under the nose of the ship. I could see my father shaking hands with someone and clapping them on the back before disappearing out of view again. The Troopers were just outside now and my confidence was fading as the questions came rushing back.

Something is very, very wrong… I’ve never even seen a Trooper up close till now…

The side panel slid open with a soft hiss and the port master leaned in offering me his hand. I carefully gathered my hem and let him balance me as I stepped onto the slippery steel of the dock. The man I couldn’t make out before, who seemed to be in charge, stepped forward and gave me a formal salute.

He was short, and paunchy, with a dark handlebar of a mustache and gray patches at the temple. His skin was ruddy from too much sun and he had a sour smile that didn't reach his eyes, which, were unfortunately now aimed at me.

“Tah’nyem Ra, it will be a pleasure to escort you back to Ga’hah. My name is Lieutenant Hervos. Please,”

He crooked his elbow and turned to guide me onto the ship. I squeezed the harbor master’s hand and released it, transferring to the offered arm of the Lieutenant. He took the lead and dragged me along to the rampway, lending some freedom to glance at the soldiers trailing behind us.

The tall man was now in front of the other six troopers and I determined he was probably in charge of the squad. My eyes flicked up to the visor, shining, green and opaque to me. The hair rose on the back of my neck, betraying the intensity of the gaze behind the iridescent panel. It felt like a target had been painted on my back and I stood a little straighter to battle the tingling that had started in my spine.

Isn't he… Intimidating.

Once again, I’m left wondering why I warranted such a vanguard.

Father was a businessman turned politician, but other than that he was a nobody from a backwater world with just enough civilization to compete in the now united Empire. Our family had mostly lived and operated on Coruscant before the beginning of the war, now that Ga'hah was part of the Empire, they wanted someone loyal in control of the planet. So, now I find myself the daughter of a governor… Wouldn't explain the present circumstances…

Why guard me and not my father?

Our procession halted and the doors shut behind the assembled bodies with a mechanical whine. White and gray painted metal and a harsh white light framed the bland, utilitarian interior. It seemed like we were in the main holding area of the vessel, with a circular navigation module at the center of the space, displaying halomaps of the sectors we'd travel through, and some simple strapped benches lining the walls.

The Lieutenant released my arm and stepped forward to address us as a whole.

“It will be nearly six rotations till we reach Ga’hah. We’ll be jumping to hyperspace immediately once we confirm our clearance. Please lead our guest to her… accommodations.”

He seemed to chew on the last word as if he didn’t want to let it free of his lips and I could feel my eyebrows raise a little despite my attempts to keep my face neutral as he spoke.

“A pleasure,” he had said.

It was obvious once he was done with appearances that this was the last assignment he could care for and I squirmed at having to spend so much time locked in with the unpleasant man.

Ga’hah was a small planet whose system was just inside the outer rim. The teal, polar oceans and temperate climate of its locked dark side made it a popular stop to refuel, resulting in a robust tourist industry over the centuries.

Though the planet had been neutral, as soon as the war was over the Empire occupied the Western mining stations and rail line. Apparently not much has changed, the Southwest having been desolate for a while now, the occupation made the area feel alive. Not like I would know, I’ve been off-world since I started secondary school. I hated to admit it, but it would be nice to see home.

Hervos turned on his heel and walked through a door disappearing with the soft shush of it closing behind him.

Now then…

I rolled my head on my neck and stretched my arms above my head, letting out a lascivious groan. Sitting in the palanquin for so long had left me stiff. The thin shift of my traditional garb slid upward exposing my lower back and stomach, and I turned my head to look at the assembled soldiers.

“Which of you nice, strong, men will help me to my room?”

I slowly lowered my hands, trailing them over my own skin as I turned to face them properly, slipping into the character I've played almost every night.

“I should probably…change? Into something more… comfortable?”

The group shifted here and there, obviously not knowing what to do and subtly not knowing where to look, the fine cloth of Ga’hah clung to the body leaving little to the imagination. It was too easy, and I was starting to feel disappointed in the Empire’s finest.

An exasperated sigh broke the silence.

“This way.”

The voice was soft, a steady, rasping slither and my eyes snapped sharply to look at the soldier in black armor. It wasn’t what I was expecting out of him, but the sound washed through me like gray silk, cold, caressing. I stifled a shiver. It was an alien feeling and my mask faltered a moment.

Interesting…

He had stepped forward to lead me and once he seemed satisfied that I would follow, turned wordlessly to the rear of the transport forcing me to fall in step behind him.

I eyed the slender man as he led me down a boring corridor that looked like the rest of the boring corridors. Nice shoulders, slim waist, even, confident gate. My gaze was lingering and I shook myself.

Interesting indeed…

“You got a name, tough guy?”

The pointed mask didn’t reply. I eyed the dark armor now that I was up close and unobscured by torrential rain. Some sort of sensor jiggled from the helmet, not uncommon. It would look silly if the piece didn't scream of deadly purpose. Other than that it was mostly unique do to it's color and sleeker waistline.

I picked up my pace to walk abreast, but my shorter stature struggled to keep up with the long strides that seemed to prefer staying ahead of me.

“C’mon now, I need to call you something. How am I supposed to ask for you specifically?”

I kept my voice casual, thinking the tookesque archetype wasn’t going to win me any points with this one. Jogging forward a little I turned to walk backwards forcing him to slow. I could finally see the front of the armor’s plates and the final piece of the puzzle; a subtle series of dents and wear against the right pauldron and chestplate.

Sniper. For sure.

“CT-9904.”

“CT-9904?”

He didn’t speak again.

“That’s not really a name.”

“No. It’s not.”

He stopped in front of a door and hit the panel just a little too forcefully.

I stepped inside and my possessions were tossed unceremoniously on the floor next to me. The Trooper filled the doorway, not showing any signs of leaving.

“You planning on watching, C.T.9.9.0.4?”

I hit each syllable pointedly as I dropped the loose neck of my shawl from my shoulders to hang from where I held it over my chest.

He straightened abruptly and hit the panel, separating us with a clank of metal. I pouted exaggeratedly at the closed door and then giggled softly to myself.

Gotcha tough guy.

I let the shawl fall the rest of the way to the floor and reached for the bag holding my street wear. Pulling out my little comlink, I strapped it to my wrist and dialed Kahtzi's channel.

There's no way she's back by now…

It was the begining of the evening for the club world, and she was usually working till dawn. As expected the receiver beeped and dropped me into an away message prompting me for a recording. To bad, I was told not to make any calls once I left the planet.

“Kahtzi, I've been whisked away very rudely and won't be able to call you again till I get to Ga'hah. Vah'hadarr is arranging for my absence at The Crown… Sorry I won't be able to go to The Galleria with you… talk to you in a few days.- oh! There's someone here. Someone, interesting,”

I giggled a little, thinking of her getting the recording and having to sit in anticipation while I traveled,

“Pray for him, Goodnight li’nen,”

Ending the recording with a sigh I reached for my clothes. The room was freezing and my bare skin ached in the cold. The pants and sweater in the more conservative Coruscant style was welcomed, and I sighed as the heavy fabric began to trap my heat to me.

I zipped up the vest and looked at myself in the tall mirror on the wall. The clothes were stuffy but did their job in making me less obtrusive. The bright lights made the white layer of my hair too harsh and for a moment I wished it was black throughout. I reached up and removed the golden adornment dangling from my left ear finishing the look.

Kicking the duffle bag under the bunk I cast my eyes about the barren and depressing crevice I would be sleeping in.

Three whole days, Be’llahl save me.

I thought about my new friend in black and smirked. Maybe the benevolent old one already had. He’ll be tough to crack, but then again, that’s the only thing that made it worth it. Why play with someone if they can’t make it fun for me, right?

The tickle in my spine was back, that might… complicate things.

Only if you let it.

The smell of hot caf drifted to me, breaking the cold and unfamiliar with a burst of warmth and comfort.

I wonder if the galley is close by…

They might not like me wandering by myself but I don’t need an escort to grab a cup of warm, bitter nectar. Well… as long as a certain someone isn’t just hanging around the door.

I looked at the solid metal and cursed the design of military vehicles. No way of telling if any one was out there.

I leaned on the door and closed my eyes, listening. Nothing but the electric thrum of the ship’s systems.

If it’s clear, it’s clear.

If it’s not and he’s there, well… we’ll just play another round won’t we?

The thought elated through me as I pressed the key and the door slid open ungracefully, the loud clank of metal making me suspicious that the room choice was deliberate. Casting my eyes to either side of the hallway… it seemed I was alone.

Left and right look the same… I came from that way but which way is the galley…

Not caring for dignity, I sniffed the air, trying to place the smell’s origin.

Ah hah! Right!

The walls were cold as I slid my fingertips over the grated panels, feeling the texture as I made my way along. It wasn’t far till I came to a brightly lit room smelling strongly of caf.

There it is.

I turned into the room and eyed the gathering of men sitting at the crowded table spanning the middle of the room. They stopped talking as I glanced over them.

Definitely not supposed to be here…

“I’d like some of that caf, if you will.”

There was an open stool at the far end of the table and I perched myself delicately upon it.

They were slow to react, but two of the soldiers suddenly stood and headed to the caf dispenser.

Most of the men had removed their helmets and I couldn’t help but stare at their identical features. It was unsettling me more than I thought it would as I scanned each of them. Different haircuts. Different tattoos. Different Scars. Same face. There was something wrong about it, but I’m stuck deciding if it’s the clone aspect or if it had to do with the dull sheen that flickered in their eyes like they weren’t really in there looking out.

Groups of troopers on leave used to be common in the red district until about a year ago, but they rarely made it to the top of The Spire where I was usually stationed. A clone at The Red Crown was practically unheard of. Not that a few hadn't been invited as guests by high priority clients, but I always seemed to be out when it happened.

I finally turned to look directly in front of me.

By the counter, separating himself from the other troopers, CT-9904 leaned against the corner pouring himself a caf and pointedly blocking the two troopers who went to retrieve me a cup. His helmet was also missing and I was surprised at the web of scar tissue branching over his right ear. It looked fresh.

His eyes met mine and I raised a brow at him. He had a circle tattooed around one of his eyes, and a bit more I couldn’t make out from over here, but… lines maybe?

Tough guy indeed. Is he going to let them do their job?

He barked something at them that sounded rude then spoke up so I could hear him.

“Get it yourself, princess.”

His tone was mocking, and it insulted me… but to let him know would lose me the round.

Good to see he knows the rules.

I smiled and tilted my head.

“I’ll give you a tip if you get it for me, tough guy.”

He downed the rest of his cup and placed a toothpick in his mouth, never breaking eye contact, before pushing himself off the wall. Strutting from the room he threw a last glaring smirk of challenge in my direction before exiting the galley and leaving me alone with the squad.

My gaze lingered on the door, brow raised at the sass that was just on display.

…

“Well, can any of you help a girl out?”

I glanced at the gathered men and they looked back at me uncomfortably. The six soldiers seemed rather reserved, eager to serve… but something was keeping them from bending to my request.

“Uh… Commander Crosshair ordered us not to… uh…ma’am.”

I let out an exasperated huff.

Commander Crosshair, huh.

The tattoo registered clearer now, plus with the context of the rifle wear on his armor…

A little on the nose don’t you think? We'll, if that’s how you’re gonna play…

“‘Princess,’”

I muttered, scoffingly as I got up and paced to the caf dispenser, grabbing a cup from the side.

“You're lucky he didn't call you BLOB,”

The nearest clone chuckled, hearing my disdain.

“That's just charming, a friendly bunch aren't you?”

I pressed the button on the machine filling the cup with a dark, robust smelling, refreshment.

Finally

My shoulders relaxed as I put the cup to my lips, drawing a mouthful of hot liquid …and immediately spat it out. There was a guffaw from the table.

Oh that is awful. Enough playing, we’re finding the executive pot.

Not bothering to excuse myself, I wandered back into the hall ignoring the snickering aimed in my direction.

Kriff em. Where’s the Lieutenant get his caf from?

I pause in the hallway, realizing I was avoiding the itching in my brain by chasing a small comfort. Think. There's always a reason, and I need to know why I'm here.

I started walking again, at a slower pace and listened. So far only my own footsteps… and then, voices.

I crept to the opened arch where Hevos stood with another man positioned before a large consol.

“We have the coordinates and once our clearance is registered we’ll be on our way out of orbit.”

It sounded like the usual preparations.

“Any signs we may have pursuers?”

I stopped breathing and focused on the Lieutenant’s back. There’s pursuers now?

The varp did I do?

A hand closed firmly around my arm, and yanked me back down the hall.

“Time to go back to your room, princess.”

The raspy voice was engraing itself in my brain, growing more familiar as he dragged me away from the conversation I desperately wanted to overhear.

“You know that’s a far cry from my actual title, I’m actually- HEY”

I was once again dumped into the sad little cubby, the door clunking shut behind me in what was quickly becoming our usual goodbye.

My mood was boiling over and I kicked the panel in the beginning of a tantrum.

You know what? You're not in charge here.

I hit the button on my door… and nothing happened. I hit it a few more times…locked in. A frustrated cry escaped me and I slammed my fists into the metal repeatedly.

He can’t DO that!

But my arms quickly tire, and I slump to the floor with my back to the door. Less than an hour and I’ve already been locked into my quarters. Terrific.

I crawled into the bunk and closed my eyes. I really hope everything is exactly what I'm being told…

One thing’s for sure…

I reached under the bunk and searched the bag with my fingertips looking for the cold, small chunk of metal. Finally finding it and withdrawing the recording device into the light.

I don't trust any of this.

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A rhythmic clanging rang through my half woken thoughts and my eyes fluttered open, refocusing on the dull room of the military ship. Someone was knocking.

“Come in?”

The door slid open revealing Lieutenant Hevos, his face twisted in an expression of false hospitality.

“Care for supper, Tah’nyem Ra?”

“Oh! Yes… yes, of course. Give me a moment.”

The door shut again and I walked to the mini fresher tucked into the corner to splash some water on my face and straighten my ruffled hair. Scratching at the short black strands on the back of my neck I smoothed the uneven, asymetrical bob till it once again lay flat. My eyes reflected the stress of sudden departure and fitful napping and I pinched my cheeks to bring out some color.

Back in front of the door I shake myself gently, organizing my thoughts, preparing for the unpleasant pleasantries ahead. I was ready, and hit the button letting me into the hall.

Lieutenant Hevos doesn’t turn to look at me, and simply offers his arm like he had at the loading dock. I took it, and he led me slightly further than I managed to venture earlier through the compact vessel. He steered me into a small but formal dining room fitted with slightly more adornments than the rest of the ship.

“It’s good to know they let you have some nice things, Lieutenant.”

“They made an extra effort on your account.”

He dropped his arm and my hand along with it, making his way to the chair at the far end of the table.

“They shouldn’t have.”

They really, really shouldn’t have.

I eyed the sad plant at the center of the table and took a seat opposite the Lieutenant. I resented the contempt radiating out of his cold, polite smile and I flashed a venom laced grin back.

What a wonderful companion for meal times.

My thoughts drifted to the tall Commander stored somewhere on the ship. Somewhere that was else. He would surely make for a more entertaining company…

I picked at a scratch on the table top. Must have been pouting like a child, because when I looked back up at Hevos his hateful expression was colored with a layer of puzzlement. He regained his composure and I reorganized my features to reflect the coldness the situation called for, my mother’s words ringing in my head:

“Your fathers friends are dangerous men.”

“Shall we?”

He didn’t wait for a response, pressing a com signaling for our food to be brought.

“You shook hands with Vah’hadarr at the dock. Do you know each other?”

He stiffened. Of course, asking someone if they're friendly with my father was a rather loaded question, but his sudden discomfort spoke volumes.

“I’m assigned to the governor’s enforcement battalion, that is all,”

How far in father's pockets are you Lieutenant?

It's true a few of these small ships were for father's uses, but the soldiers still answered to the Emperor. We weren't much involved on who was assigned where, a little money could go a long way in securing loyalty.

The trays arrived, smoking with a nice cut of meat and roasted greens, the red juices pooling on the plate. I picked up my utensil and poked at the food. Nothing in the galley looked this fresh and I wondered if this was another benevolent “accommodation”.

“Do you ever eat with your men, Lieutenant?”

I once again lost interest in being careful and political and took the lead in starting the conversation with something that might lead to some stimulation.

Sitting at this table with this man is going to bore me. to. death.

He chuckled without mirth, and fixed me with those hateful eyes.

“Those aren’t men.”

He said it without a blink or a tremor. He meant it.

“They may look like men,” He continued, “but they’re just tools for the empire. Outdated tools at that.”

His tone had taken on a shade of self pity, as if he felt he was above serving with clones.

“They seem to be unique individuals, despite appearances…”

I thought about the variety in body language, the haircuts, the tattoos…a specific tattoo.

Focus.

He scoffed, and ungracefully stuffed a cut of meat into his gullet.

“They’re more than expendable, and are being phased out as we speak, you should be wary of seeing them as people,”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He didn’t answer, so I pressed on.

“What about the Commander? He seems… different.”

The thin face floated back into focus. It was similar to the others, but the elongated features gave him a more unique look. No denying he was a clone though.

“That one's more like a monster.”

He shoved another forkful of meat into his jowls and I eyed a trail of blood dripping down his chin in disgust.

“Don’t keep me in the dark Lieutenant, Elaborate.”

The Lieutenant set his utensil down with a harsh clatter and fixed his eyes on me with all seriousness.

“That clone was bred to be vicious, elite, Black Ops, His most recent mission he wiped out the rest of his special unit, these clones feel nothing and they shoot at what they're told, even their own comrades, don't trust them… they're not people, Miss Ra, remember that,”

I chewed as I processed this.

Their own comrades? Other clones it seems… Jedi too maybe?

The betrayal of the Jedi had been a rather hot topic on Coruscant over the past year. I was starting to believe the rumors that they were being wiped out…

Something else bothered me about the divulged information, something that probably wasn't supposed to slip.

“Lieutenant… Why is a Black Ops sniper included in my escort to Ga’hah?”

Only a flicker of the grim composer before he covered,

“He's being transferred to his new assignment, this just kills two birds with one stone,”

Maybe I'm overthinking all of this…

He finished his meal and stood.

“Tah’nyem Ra.”

A quick nod and he left me alone in the dining room. For someone under “Black Ops” guard they sure have no interest in actually being around me. Then again, where the kark could I really get off to.

After eating what I could off my plate I stood up to look around the pitifully decorated room. I fingered the bug in my pocket and weighed whether this might be a good place for it.

No… doesn't look like it gets used much…

The little device had been left in the manager's office of The Crown. Apparently one of the Ja’hans had a thing for listening to his favorite girl… uh… meeting with other clients.

Can’t have that now…

I was thinking idle thoughts about my father's business and the clientele in question while determining what to do with the recorder.

The bug was primitive, just an on/ playback switch, timer, and a com jack. No remote access. Nice and discreet, but that does mean wherever I put it I’ll need to be able to get it back. I had checked briefly, but the device should record for 72 hours before looping over itself…

I’ll need to retrieve it before then.

There were two exits to the room and I determined if I should head into the hall or through the door the food trays had been brought in from. I thought back to the quick walk with the Lieutenant, taking inventory of the doors between here and mine. At least one should be another quarter room, leaving two others to be anything. I shifted my attention to the service door and knew it was where I was headed. I wanted to know what’s back there.

I pushed the panel and thankfully it opened. I wouldn’t be able to hack my way in, so I’m really staking on most doors just being…unlocked.

Good plan. Wander through a military ship on a prayer they just leave things unlocked. Very plausible. No notes.

I stopped chidding myself and slipped into the narrower service hall. It was darker, the walls less presentable with visible tubes and wires and blinking, lighted panels. The air was warmer here, smelling of dust and hot plastics.

This is promising.

Looking over the guts of the ship I tried to determine if left or right down the hall would yield better results for a room the Lieutenant might let loose in.

Et tu, beck tu, Nah-mehn-da!

I playfully pointed my finger at the tubes, selecting the thickest of them and turning to follow it down the left hall.

The passage was disappointingly short and it wasn’t long till I was spit back into the main hall. Orienting myself, I figured I was just beyond the galley and turned to retrace my steps back to the bridge.

The corridor was dark, the dimmed lights the only hint that it was night. I found the door I was looking for and paused…

Hope you’re empty…

I hit the panel next to the door and it smoothly slid open.

The bridge was vacant as I had hoped, the hypnotizing array of hyperspace bathing the room in flashing light.

I judged the three consoles in the room.

The one in the middle should do…

Hopefully it'll be the one the Lieutenant would stand closest to. I crouched and wedged the little recorder under the lip of the keyboard. Looking at my watch, I set the timer to start recording six hours from now.

I stood up, and once again turned to the vastness of space whipping past me at unfathomable speeds. The job was done so I let myself sink into the moment, marveling at how many stars and planets there really were out there.

I jumped a little at the sound of the door sliding open and straightened from where I was leaning against the consol. I turned around, trying to keep my face innocent.

It was Crosshair, and the surprise at finding someone here only colored his expression a moment before being reeled in.

“Come to look at the stars, tough guy?”

He flicked the toothpick between his lips from side to side, as if making a decision, and turned to leave.

A pained sound escaped me before I even really knew I made it…

Uh…

It caused him pause though, and he turned back.

“I’m sorry. You should stay…”

“I was hoping to be… alone.”

“I’ll be quiet”

I crooked my fingers into the symbol of promise.

“By Be’llahl.”

He hesitated but seemed satisfied by that. Silently he strode to the left console and sat propping his boots next to the keys and switches. I leaned against my console of choice again and turned back to the infinite stars, my eyes occasionally wandering to the shadow of his head, the angry patch of melted skin over his ear.

A thousand ideas on how to annoy the man flitted through me, but I had made a promise and squashed the impulse to play around.

Time and place… besides, I swore by Be’llahl…

I wasn’t really sure why it mattered, possibly had to do with how tired he looked. It was one thing to mess with entitled little rich boys on Coruscant, but the man sitting across the room was a hardened soldier. He could have a time out.

“That one's a monster…”

Would he be ordered to shoot for no reason?

I glanced at the tired silhouette again, it didn't seem like he wore the fatigue in a carefree kind of way. They must feel… surely.

We stayed there, silently, for nearly an hour before he stood and stretched, gazing at me a moment…

“C’mon. I should escort you back to your quarters.”

Silently, I got up and followed him out, only speaking once we had left the threshold of the bridge. Time out over.

“Do you come here often?”

I matched his pace as we set down the hall he himself had dragged me down hours before.

“What happened to being quiet?”

“We left.”

I swear he rolled his eyes, but either way, he dodged the question. I dropped it, allowing him a few more moments of peace before we arrived at my stateroom.

Coming astride my door he started to turn as if to leave me on my own but I caught his arm pulling him back.

I leaned against the wall and pulled him to me, taking the docile position of being trapped looking up at him.

“You should stay here too…”

I placed his hands on my hips and though he didn’t recoil it did seem like a grimace passed over him a moment and I raised my brow in question.

“You shouldn’t get involved with soldiers, princess.”

He slipped his hands from my waist.

“And leave the Regs out of it. They’re risking a court martial just looking at you.”

Something tells me they wouldn't be as… fun.

A very real ache was growing in me, a little follow through couldn't hurt… just this once.

“Let me change your mind, how can I make you stay?”

I hooked my fingers into the utility belt at his hips, not letting him get away yet. My voice dropped to a conspiratorial tone.

“How long, do you think, till you break a rule or two?”

His voice came out in a low growl.

“It isn’t the rules keeping me from giving you what you’re asking for.”

He gripped my shoulders and pushed me harder into the metal behind me, causing an involuntary flutter through my groin as he bent to look me in the eyes.

“You, princess, have no idea what you’ve stepped into here,”

“I think I can take you, tough guy.”

I leaned forward, brushing a cheek against his ear.

“What do you have to lose?”

The question was full of promise,

Kriff it, I know it's been hours but I want him.

…

“I don't know anymore,”

The whisper was soft, and fell from him as if he had accidentally let it go.

He tried to push off but I held tight and he took hold of me again, pushing the panel on the wall opening the door to my quarters with a clank. I was thrown in, more forcefully than before, my body splaying in a disgraceful position on the bunk. I left myself disheveled and looked up as he took a step into the room.

Our eyes met and I held him there, challenging him to give in and take things further.

We were still a moment, tensed, and in stalemate between my resolve and his.

“A-hem.”

Crosshair spun as the Lieutenant cleared his throat in the doorway.

“I hope I’m not…interrupting…”

“I was just putting our guest back in her crate,”

He said it smoothly, nothing to hint at the mix of emotions that had been there before.

“Good, Wouldn’t want you caught up in anything…regrettable.”

The taller man straightened and left the room, bumping the shoulder of the Lieutenant as he passed.

Hervos then fixed his eyes on me, hungrily looking over my legs still sprawled across the bunk. I crossed my knees and sat up to make the show less inviting and get him on his way. His eyes flicked back up to my face.

“They told me about you, Your…reputation… in the briefing for this transport,”

I stiffened. What do they know? It wasn’t all that bad honestly, but I had started a few things that got a little…out of control.

“Don’t distract my soldiers, or I’ll put you in your place myself, Which, I can assure you, will be far more enjoyable than what a squad of troopers might have in store for you,”

His eyes flicked down my body once more and he smiled the first genuine grin since I had arrived… I stifled a shiver.

Instead, he received a rude gesture and I spit in his direction defiantly.

“They seem far more charitable than you, Lieutenant.”

His face twisted into the more familiar anger and he forcefully pressed the panel on the wall.

The door clanked shut as he left me to myself and I scrambled off the bunk, slamming the inner lock on the door panel.

I stood still, staring at the closed door and slowed my breathing. I shouldn’t have let him get to me.

Calmer, I went to the refresher and started the water in the narrow stall.

Stepping into the warm stream the rest of the tension left my body and I could let my mind drift to more pleasant things.

I pursed my lips remembering what was interrupted.

How close was he really… toe on the line?

I had the feeling his nerves were stronger than the earlier episode might suggest…

Not used to being turned down I slipped the feeling on like a cloak, noting its weight and deciding how to think about it.

I don’t like it.

I don’t usually drive things so far either; Always to an edge but never over it… Maintain the mystique. Only ever tempted if there was that…

Electricity?

I shivered as a certain intense gaze drifted through my thoughts again.

No, it was odd for me to want to throw the match like that… few times it's happened before…

They never resisted.

I turned the water off and dripped dry a moment before stepping out into the cold.

Wrapping a warm shawl about myself I crawled onto the bunk, hugging my knees to my chest, letting my heavy lids fall shut.

“You have no idea what you’ve stepped into…”

How so? I’ll have to rip that out of him.

I grinned to myself at that, thinking of the fire in those steely, intense eyes.

Oh yes…

I stretched out slidding my hands down the skin of my torso, down my thighs, enjoying the sparks racing from my trailing fingertips to my brain. Electric.

… I’m gonna kriffing tear you apart.

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