"You're going to rattle the stars!"

You wrapped your arms around his neck, tenderly caressing the tendrils on his head.

Kit parted his lips from yours and flashed his cheeky signature smile at you. “You look more beautiful than ever, (Y/N).”, he breathed, quiet enough that only the two of you could hear. Here in your apartment on Level 4921 of Coruscant you knew you were far enough from the Jedi Temple that none of the masters could know about your secret relationship with the Jedi but the two of you still liked to keep it as hidden from strange eyes as possible. It made everything more intimate, something only the two of you possessed.

Your hand traced his linen sleeve down, fingers dancing over the gauntlet that adorned his arm, until your reached his green hand. Slowly intertwining your fingers with his you lifted your joined hands up and smiled at the stark contrast his green skin had to yours. Then you proceeded to place gentle, loving kisses on each of his fingers.

The hand that was still placed on your hip gripped it a little tighter in response and he leaned in to exhale his hot breath right onto your exposed shoulder.

“Kit.”

He lifted his head, his large twinkling eyes seeming to contain entire galaxies inside them.

You had to focus to not get lost within them this time. “What is it, my love?” He smiled at you but the seriousness in your tone caused his spirited demeanor to calm down a little. Though he did make sure to hide the concern that was growing in his thoughts.

“I think I’m…” Maker this wasn’t easy for you. But the nautolan Jedi held you tenderly, his thumb caressing the back of your hand to assure you he was patiently listening.

“I wanna try it this time.” You saw his face light up in pleasant surprise, as what had intended to be a regular night with your lover spent cuddling and exchanging sweet kisses was turning into something much more important in the relationship of the two of you.

Kit squeezed your hand and brought his face closer to yours, pressing his own forehead gently against yours and closing his eyes.  “I want you to be a hundred – no a thousand percent sure about this. I would never dare to rush you, my sweet.” While he kept his eyes closed, you used yours to admire his handsome face. Staring lovingly at the curve of his defined cheekbones, his striking nose and smooth lips, that still seemed flush from the kiss you two had shared.

You decided to give him a small peck, before leaning back again. “I’m one thousand and one percent sure.”

Not much later did he release the hand on your hip, only to wrap it around your thighs and lift you in the air within seconds. The hand that had been holding yours secured you by pressing your form to his chest. Within the blink of an eye the two of you had entered your bedroom and Kit laid you down on the familiar covers of your bed.

You lifted your upper body up, supporting its weight on your lower arms and met his gaze. He was already leaning over you and pressed a kiss to your lips. This time it wasn’t soft and tender like usual. It was strong and passionate and carried all his desire for you, moving his lips on top of yours, while caressing your face with one of his hands. You were so consumed by the intensity of the kiss that you only noticed your lack of oxygen when your lungs screamed for relief. But neither of you wanted to part just yet. Only when one of his headtails slid down and brushed your side did he pull away from you, sitting up on his legs above you. And while you collapsed back onto the bed – a panting and blushing mess – he giggled quietly and wiped the string of saliva at the corner of his mouth.

“How did that feel, my pearl?” You didn’t want to wait for your breathing to even out and answered right away. “Like you just whisked me away – and flew to the – clouds with me.” The smirk on his face remained, while his hand came down to caress your legs.

“Do it again!” You beamed with excitement and Kit thought it was the most beautiful, pure sight he had ever had the pleasure of seeing. “We’ll do plenty of that, don’t worry.” Your gaze was locked onto his, while he undressed in front of you, exposing a muscular bright green chest, defined arms and other impressive features.

Slipping off your work clothes was easier, as you didn’t wear as many layers as the Jedi masters and although your mind was still in a haze from the ardent kiss you two had shared you carefully observed how gently and lovingly Kit undressed you.

Whenever he would shed an article of clothing and expose more of your skin he would take his sweet time caressing that spot, tracing it with featherlight kisses and lingering touches.

When the last of your garments fell you both stilled for a second.

“The most important thing is…”, he started, tracing his finger from your knee up your thigh and along the side of your stomach towards your neck. You felt shivers creeping up your spine and butterflies raging war in your stomach. “that you enjoy this. All of it. And as soon as that’s not what you feel I want you to tell me.” You heard the seriousness in his voice, but all you could do was nod. He didn’t deem that enough.

“(Y/N). 1001 percent?” Your lips curved into a smile. “Yes, Kit. 1001 percent.”

His large eyes looked over to your side and onto the nightstand that was placed next to your bed, laying on top of it – his dark brown robes. Kit leaned down and traced the nape of your neck with his nose first, sending welcome shivers down your spine, while his hand searched the folds of his clothes for something particular. He had honestly forgotten that he put them in there but now he was glad that these robes had so many layers and hidden pockets. You let out a soft whine when the touch of his skin left yours and you looked up to see your lover tear the wrapping of a condom off with his teeth. A deep blush set on your cheeks and he only grinned down at you – that radiant smile of his.

“My darling, there is nothing to be embarrassed about.” His silky voice filled your ears like the sweetest melody. He knew very well what to say and how to relax you.

Once it was on he wrapped one hand around his shaft, the other still holding him up above you. “I will guide you.”

When he entered you for the first time, smooth green skin brushing against yours, his fingers intertwined with yours, hand squeezing yours tightly against the mattress – you felt pure euphoria.

When he started moving in a slow rhythm, pressing kisses underneath your ear whenever he pushed and running his hand up your thigh whenever he pulled away – you felt soaring bliss. As if Kit had laid you down onto the clouds and sent you on an endless journey into the endless sky.

And when he lowered his face onto yours, placing his lips onto yours once again you wrapped your legs around his waist and gave yourself to him completely.

“You are doing so beautifully, my love.”, he whispered in your ear and your mind cleared the haze it was in, as a frail moan escaped your lips. Kit placed featherlight kisses to your lips, not once neglecting to complimenting you in between. When he increased the pace of his movements you gripped onto his shoulder, pressing your mouth to his collarbone to keep the sounds you wanted to release down. 

Kit squeezed your hand in his own once, then again, then a third time. A silent I-love-you – as he himself was unable to form any coherent sentences in that moment. He was far too busy keeping his own voice low, as though not to startle you – had he let go of the roar inside his throat that was waiting to be released. The pleasure of finally experiencing this intimacy with you was overwhelming and the torturously slow movement only increased the tension that was building up inside him but he tamed himself, reminding himself that your enjoyment was a priority.

So when he felt you tense up underneath him, grabbing onto his shoulder more tightly and squeezing his hand hastily he made sure to slow down his movement again. Lifting his head up, Kit saw your slightly distressed expression – your furrowed brow, the light bite of your lower lip, your tightly closed eyes – and pressed his forehead against yours. “I know you can do this, my little waterlily. Be with me. We’re doing it together.” He moved slowly once more, often times stilling completely within you to press his lips to yours in a slow, intimate kiss. Soon enough your features softened again. You squeezed his hand three times. I love you.

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Of course he was having a hard time beating you in a round of arm wrestling. Years of Jedi training hadn’t been for nothing – especially since at least 3 of them were spent fighting an intergalactic war.

While you were distracted by the intensity in his eyes, Rex took the opportunity to momentarily overwhelm you and push your hand down a few inches.“The dooming arrogance of a Jedi”, he laughed as he looked up and right into your eyes, which is where he swore he saw a flame ignite.

“Not so fast, Captain.” You slammed your other hand down on the table and pushed his hand towards the wooden surface with raw, brute force.

Rex was baffled by the time he realized how fast it had happened. Not soon after he pushed his lower lip out, lifting his defeated hand up and stretching the fingers. “Not fair. You probably used Jedi magic.”, he mumbled, his eyes following their movement.

With a barely noticeable lift of your right lip corner you regarded your hand as well, but to admire your nails. “If you’re talking about the force – then no. That’s not even how the force works.” Then you turned towards him. “This”, you said as you moved your hand and seemingly effortlessly lifted Rex off the small barrel he had been sitting on. “is the force.”

For a few seconds you cherished the startled, scared expression on his face, before you let him fall again – not back onto the barrel but onto his bottom on the ground. “That hurt!”, he groaned, rubbing his back and you chuckled quietly and lowly to yourself, before remembering that the trooper had been injured because of you. 

“Oh I forgot-” Before you could finish Rex lifted his hand and silenced you. He then grabbed onto the wooden table you two had used for your arm wrestling match and lifted himself back onto the barrel, huffing air out after he successfully sat up again. To your surprise he was smiling. “Don’t worry about it. I was a bad loser, maybe I deserved that.”

An awkward silence erupted between the two of you. With Rex staring at his gloved hands and you, staring right into his face.

“Why are you so kind to me?” Rex dared to look up. Fascinating. It had only been the second night and compared to the first time he had approached you, the clone now spoke in full sentences, looked right into your eyes and held his ground.

“Did you not hear the rumors? I killed my clone battalion and I cut the heads of every clone I see with my lightsabers.” Your eyes showed no emotion. Had it been the first moments he met you, Rex might have believed you. But his gut feeling told him that wasn’t true.

“I don’t think you did. For one I still have my head. Also my brothers tend to exaggerate a lot – and not just when it comes to our own victo-accomplishments.” Calling the rumor about you killing his brothers a victory had him feel the bile come up his throat.

Your eyes wandered to his hands. His right one had gripped his left wrist and was rubbing up and down the black fabric that covered it.

In your mind you recalled seeing him do the gesture already. Odd detail.

He was joking with you – not out of guilt or fear it seemed – no out of sincerity. Maybe you were moving too fast for your own pace to trust this man and his brothers. But your gut told you to keep pushing. “Rex.” He lifted his brows encouragingly, signaling you to continue and that he was listening. 

“When Master Krell died... I returned to the temple.” Nothing in his face indicated disdain for your mentions of your past. You continued.  “Do you know how fast word of my masters betrayal spread? When I stepped out of the shuttle and walked Coruscant that day I felt the eyes of several dozen of clones on me, even from behind their helmets.” You paused. “The force is a curse sometimes I’ll tell you that”,you mumbled loud enough for him to hear. “They didn’t think I would hear but – I know they called me clone-killer.” A pause again. This was harder than you thought.  “And I hadn’t even done anything. The tear stains on my cheek were still wet when I saw the Coruscant guard point and whisper at me.” Your eyes were focused on his hands again but Rex had stopped moving long ago.

“I was knighted 2 days after that. Without my master present. I don’t even remember the ceremony. It was a blurry mess of cloaks and blue and green light. And then they started calling me General instead of Padawan and I realized he would never return.” Your own hand clenched together. “That night I went out and wreaked havoc over the lowest levels of the underworld – then I asked Master Windu to not assign me any clones. Not because I knew I would lose control and collect their helmets like trophies but because I knew they would never want to follow orders of the clone-killer. Rumors are an awful thing.”

How long had you been sitting there with Rex? The campfires outside of the tent had almost all been put out so the only thing giving off a dim light was the small holoprojector between the two of you. It illuminated Rex’s face in a soft but cold blue hue, unlike the warm red tones of the campfires. But Rex himself didn’t have a trace of coldness on his face. He had furrowed his brows, yet relaxed his posture and observed you intently, waiting patiently for you to continue.

“I know I am wrong to hate you and your brothers for what you did to my master. It’s not the Jedi way to hate, to despise and to harbor a grudge. I’m trying to understand your reasoning...But how can I betray my master – who raised me and showed me the world. Who taught me to see the good in everything. Why couldn’t he just...Why did he have to do that! Why did he have to leave me behind like that!” Your sorrow had turned into anger without you even noticing it. 

The only thing that alerted your mind of the anger that was flowing through your body was the light pain that you felt, as your fingers dug deep into the palm of your hand. “He betrayed the order! He- he betrayed the Republic, he betrayed the men that trusted him and he betrayed me!”, you yelled out in frustration. Rex grabbed your hand and wrapped his fingers around it before you could draw blood with the way you were torturing yourself.

You hadn’t noticed the way your breathing had gotten out of control either. The Captain squeezed your hand while your irregular panting normalized back into a soft exhale of air from your nose.  When he was sure that your mind was back in its place he cleared his throat and started speaking softly to you.

“War... changes people. War tears people down to their most basic and animalistic instincts. War destroys lives. I won’t pretend that I support the way the Republic is leading this war, nor can I say in the slightest what goes on in those senators kriffing heads. Me and my brothers were born to follow orders, not question them but I know the way things are happening now they won’t bring the everlasting wonderful peace we’ve been taught to believe in. So I try my best to – to do a little part of bringing peace.” His thumb was gently rubbing up and down your hand. It felt nice. It felt warm.

“Sometimes we can’t control the greater things in our lives and it frustrates us. Letting go is difficult and it tears you apart from the inside. Trust me I know the feeling. It’s not fair and it makes the world seem like a horrible place. I like to remember the small things in times like that. Remember what I’m fighting for.” Before you could stop yourself, your lips had formed into a gentle smile, which had Rex looking away, albeit still holding onto your hand. “But what do I know, I’m just a clone, eh M’am.”

It was the first time he saw you genuinely smile – it was beautiful. And immediately he felt like he wasn’t supposed to see it. He felt your hand pull away gently from his grasp and turned his eyes back to you but you were no longer sitting opposite of him. Instead he felt your presence on his side, quickly turning to the right to see you in fact standing close to him. Jedi and their superpowers, he thought while swallowing.

“That was horribly sentimental. But I appreciate it.” Oh this clone trooper was different than any of the others you had seen in your life. He was unique. Maybe some DNA had gotten mixed up when he was created? You didn’t care, when you gripped his chin between your thumb and index finger and placed your lips on top of his.

They were dry from the conversation you two had had but you hardly cared for that either, as you felt his hands come up to hold your cheeks softly.

Then all of a sudden he parted from you and pushed you back far enough so you could look him in his eyes.

“But the Jedi Order says-” The roll of your eyes silenced him.

“The Jedi Order says a lot of things. Many of them are bantha breath.” You would not let the Captain of General secret-wife himself lecture you on what you could and could not do as a Jedi. Swinging one leg over his thighs you lowered yourself on his lap, still holding onto his chiseled chin. Without warning him you pressed your lips back onto his.

A few seconds passed in eager awaitment until you realized Rex had no idea what to do with his arms. Lips still pressed on his you grabbed them and slid them down your middle and towards your hips, where he placed them tenderly at first. Not long after you licked over his lips with your tongue did he grab your waist more firmly and pull you closer to him, deepening the kiss.

Master Yoda himself could have stepped through the tent in this moment and you would not have cared.

When the two of you parted to take a breath he stared at you with shiny, innocent eyes and it felt like a fire inside you was ignited once more. “Be quiet now, Captain.”, you whispered, before your fingers wrapped around the neck of his blacks, pulling them down slightly. You waited no more before you attacked the soft, tan skin with your lips, sucking and licking his neck and leaving Rex breathless and panting.

As soon as you bit down a particularly sensitive spot he let out a low groan, trying his best to follow your orders to be quiet. You knew how to tease him just right, when you slid your free hand underneath the Kama that adorned his belt and all the way up the unarmored parts of his leg till you almost reached his groin.

You noticed him tense underneath you just like you felt his hands grip onto your waist tighter.

Such a tough soldier on the field, yet such a soft mess to your touch.

Shortly after the republican forces had showed up and helped you and other unharmed citizens build a temporary shelter where you could take care of the young ones and the elderly as well as the Handooini that had gotten harmed during the attacks.

The Jedi had been nice but he had finished his work and then disappeared into space again. Most likely to fight more battles and help more people.

Then about a week ago when you and your people had managed to build a somewhat stable camp and start on reconstructing your village again – the separatists came back. Your new home was destroyed once more and you were certain that it would be over for you right there and then

The Jedi had saved your life. On the night of their victory you had gifted him a crown made out of sunflowers and dandelions – a traditional gift from your culture – that hailed him as a victorious warrior.

You recalled how his eyes had twinkled when he accepted the gift and put it on top of his head, awkwardly shifting it around on his tendrils to balance it. You had giggled and wished him a good night and he had flashed you one of his warm smiles, as you retreated back to your people.

That night you had clutched your hand over your heart as you felt it beat a little louder.

When the Jedi had announced that him and his soldiers would stay to rebuild the camp he had looked you straight in the eyes.

It’s because I’m responsible for these people, you had told yourself back then.

But then he smiled at you again. And you smiled back. And your heart started beating a little faster.

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It was their appearance, no-- Their aura. Their personality? Their force-signature? Something had pulled Jedi Master Kit Fisto towards this human. And it was pulling relentlessly. And then they had handed him this...beautiful yellow crown. That they had made themself. Just for him. By the time they smiled shyly at him and wished him a good night he knew it was over. The adolescent feelings started hatching and soon enough he could not get them out of his head anymore.

It was then he noticed he started looking for you everywhere he went. One of those times was when he was supposed to be in the ship, reporting to the council about the progress his troops had made with the humanitarian aids for the Handooine refugees, he spotted you helping a few men and women rebuild one of the medical tents of the camp.

You attempted to lift one of the large wooden pillars that held up the fabric of the tent by yourself. Kit looked around for a second to see the others were too occupied with their tasks to help you, then looked back at you.

A mere human. Trying your hardest to help your people and restore peace and harmony.

A soft twist of his hand had the pillar up within a second. The perplexed expression on your face that was enough to make the nautolan smirk again.

“Oh Master Jedi! Thank you.”, you had shouted over to him with a bright smile yourself, as you saw him approaching, hand still raised to keep the pillar up. His heart skipped a beat.

“It is my pleasure.” “(Y/N).”

Kit nodded and helped you secure the pillar on the ground. Another flick of his wrist hoisted the tents fabric up.

“How useful!”, you giggled as you watched him. He smiled – again. “I would give it all to have those powers.” You put your hands on your hips. Kit’s eyes roamed your face, although there was no way you could have known, as there was no visible iris, nor pupil in his eyes. Regardless of that you thought they looked charming, handsome even.

Oh Kriff he’s a Jedi (Y/N)! They read minds and whatever get yourself together! You hoped he didn’t notice the deep blush that was approaching your cheeks.

“I’m certain you would’ve made for a remarkable Jedi, (Y/N)!” As Kit crossed his arms he noticed his comlink beeping like crazy on his right arm. The council. Of course.

“If you’ll excuse me.” He winked at you before speed walking to his ship for the council meeting. The picture of your blushing face occupied his thoughts for the entirety of the meeting.

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The next time he had approached you, you were folding the donations of clothes your camp had received. Another time was when you had been carrying a basket of fishes to the kitchen tent. One time you were helping some of the elders pick the fruit you had grown in the last months, when he asked you how you were doing. Those were only a few. It seemed to you that he approached you more than once or twice a day – not that you would be complaining about that. He was charming and talkative. He was nicer and more open than you had expected a Jedi to be. You certainly enjoyed his company and obviously hoped he enjoyed yours, the only thing you were worried about was keeping him from his duties.

Once more he was on his way to you while you were handing out food to a long line of hungry refugees. You had spotted him already from afar and as it seemed so had he, because he started waving at you, a bright smile adorning his handsome face.

“Are you hungry as well, Master Jedi?”, you asked jokingly, holding up the soup kettle in your right hand.

“I wanted to check on you. See if you needed any help.”

You tilted your head and put your hand on your hip, waving around the kettle while remains of the soup splattered around. “I see what you’ve been doing, Master Fisto and I appreciate it but you have Jedi duties to attend to and I don’t want the reason why Handooine fell into separatist hands to be because I distracted the governing General with flirting.” Although your words might have seem harsh, the playful smile on your lips revealed your teasing nature.