who's afraid of little old me? you should be.

The customer whips around to see Crosshair leaning against the wall, twirling a familiar toothpick between his lips. But there’s nothing casual about the deadly look in his eyes. He straightens up, moving to stand between you and the customer, his hand resting near his blaster as if daring the guy to push his luck. “Back off and leave the lady alone,” he snarls, tone voice dipped with venom as he flicks the pick at the customer's chest.

Their bravado is quick to vanish. He stammers, trying to recover some of his bluster, but it’s clear he’s rattled. “I—I just want my speeder fixed…” He takes a step back, bumping into a tool cart and nearly knocking it over in his haste to retreat.

“Then take it somewhere else,” Crosshair replies coolly, his eyes never leaving the man. The customer mutters something under his breath and stumbles out of the shop.

For a moment, all you can do is exhale, letting the tension drain from your shoulders. You shoot Crosshair a look—half-irritation, half-gratitude. “Well, there goes another job. Not that I’m upset about it,” you mutter, rubbing your temple. “But still, I don’t need to be losing more credits.”

Crosshair simply shrugs, clearly unconcerned. “Credits won’t matter much if you’re burnt out.”

You huff, feeling the exhaustion catch up to you. “Burnt out is putting it lightly. It’s been one thing after another all day. Parts shortages, broken motivators, customers demanding miracles. I’m running myself crazy, and no one seems to care that I can’t fix what I don’t have.” Your voice wavers slightly as the frustration spills over. “I’m one person, Crosshair. I can’t keep this up.”

He listens quietly, his sharp gaze softening as he takes in the stress etched on your face. Without a word, he steps over to the door and flips the neon “OPEN” sign to “CLOSED.”

When he turns back to you, he’s closer now, his tone gentler. “What can I do?”

You look up at him, feeling a lump in your throat at the kindness in his voice. Before you can answer, he pulls you into his arms, wrapping you in a secure embrace. You really needed this.

The warmth of him, combined with the rare tenderness in the way he holds you, makes your chest tighten with relief. You let yourself sink into him, closing your eyes as you take in the steady rhythm of his breathing. For a moment, the clutter of the shop and the never-ending to-do list fades into the background.

“Just this,” you whisper, feeling the weight of the day lift ever so slightly. “This is enough.”

Crosshair’s hand moves in slow circles on your back, offering a silent comfort that says more than words could. His eyes then move toward your cluttered office tucked in the back of the shop. “Why don’t we head to your office? You could use a break.”

You nod, feeling a wave of fatigue wash over you. The office is far from tidy—tools, spare parts, and datapads are scattered all over—but there’s a worn couch in the corner that’s always offered a bit of comfort when you need a breather. Crosshair leads the way, and you follow.

You sigh heavily as you begin pacing in your cluttered office, not being able to help but continue venting your frustrations. “It’s like everything’s falling apart at once. Staff keep canceling their shifts, leaving me to pick up the slack. I’m drowning in work with no one to help, and my orders for parts are delayed again! I can’t catch a break, and I’m starting to think I’ll never dig myself out of this mess.”

Crosshair moves towards the couch, slouching back in his usual relaxed manner and his sharp eyes follow your every move. He doesn’t interrupt, just lets you get it all out. When you finally pause to catch your breath, he speaks, his voice calm and steady. “Come here.”

You look at him, still frazzled, but the calm assurance in his tone pulls you toward him. You sit beside him, and he wastes no time, guiding you against his chest as he wraps his arm around you. You lean your head back against his shoulder, trying to let go of the day’s weight.

Crosshair’s fingers trail lightly along your arm, his presence grounding you. He leans in close, his breath warm against your ear as he murmurs, “Let me distract you.”

You hum softly in response, your lips curling into a faint smile at the suggestion. “You think you can really take my mind off all this?” you ask. Oh you definitely know he can.

Instead of answering, he starts massaging your shoulders, his touch firm and soothing. His skilled hands work out the tension, moving slowly, melting away the stress you’ve been carrying. As his fingers glide over your muscles, your body begins to relax, the tension easing with every pass. His thumbs press into the knots with just the right amount of pressure, and you let out a quiet, contented sigh.

“See?” he murmurs against your neck, “You’re already feeling better.”

His hands continue their path down your back, trailing lower before slipping back up along your sides. His touch is tender, coaxing you into a calm state that contrasts with his usual intensity. Crosshair is rarely gentle, but right now, it’s exactly what you need.

The atmosphere shifts, the tension turning into something else entirely. He pauses, and you feel his lips brush the shell of your ear as he whispers, “Is this how you wanted to be distracted?”

The teasing lilt in his voice makes you bite your lip, your pulse quickening. “Maybe… but I think you know what I really need,” you reply, your voice breathy as your desire begins to build.

Crosshair chuckles, clearly pleased with your response. His hands drift lower, sliding over your hips and down your thighs before slipping back up. You feel his fingers hook into the waistband of your pants, tugging them down just enough to grant him access. Your breath hitches as his hand dips beneath the fabric of your dampened panties, his fingers brushing against your already slick folds.

“Is this what you had in mind?” he asks, his voice a low rumble against your ear as he begins to tease you, his touch feather-light and maddeningly slow.

A quiet whimper escapes you as his fingers trace gentle circles over your clit, his touch skilled and precise. “Crosshair…” you breathe, a plea hidden in your tone.

He smirks against your neck, enjoying the way you’re beginning to unravel in his arms. “I thought you needed a distraction,” he murmurs, sliding a finger inside you, teasingly slow. He works you with agonising precision, each movement calculated to draw out your need.

You arch against him, gasping softly as his fingers press deeper, his thumb maintaining a steady rhythm against your clit. “This what you wanted?” he taunts, slowly adding a finger inside you, curling them just right and hitting that perfect spot.

Your body answers for you, a shuddering moan escaping your lips as you grip his arm, your hips moving in time with his touch. The stress, the tension, everything melts away under his skilled hands, leaving only the building pleasure that threatens to tip you over the edge.

Crosshair’s free hand wraps around your waist, holding you steady as he continues to work you with an almost unbearable precision. “Let it go,” he murmurs against your neck, his voice velvet and commanding all at once.

And you do, falling apart in his arms. The pleasure crashes over you in waves as his fingers carry you through your release. He doesn’t stop until you’re trembling, spent and breathless against him.

For a moment, the world narrows down to just the sound of your breathing and the warmth of his arms around you. Eventually, Crosshair withdraws his hand, holding you close as you come down from the high, pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

“Feeling better?” he asks, his voice smug but laced with genuine concern.

You manage a tired, satisfied smile, still basking in the afterglow. “A little, yeah,” you whisper, sinking deeper into his embrace.

“Only a little?” He asks with a raised brow. He shifts positions, taking your waist and gently lifting and then laying you flat across the couch, crawling over the top of you. “That’s not good enough, is it?” His breath is warm against your skin, his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips.

You find yourself grinning, completely obsessed with your boyfriend. “I suppose it isn’t,” you gasp the second the words leave your lips, his mouth on yours with a tender, slow and sensual kiss.

“Let’s fix that,” Crosshair’s lips press a final kiss to your neck before he slides lower, his gaze never leaving yours as he settles between your legs. You’re already breathless, anticipation tingling through your veins. His movements are deliberate but unhurried, as if savoring the effect he has on you.

He hooks a finger around the side of your panties, pulling them aside with a casual ease that sends a shiver up your spine. His eyes darken as he takes in the sight of you, his usual sharp demeanor softened by the affection in his gaze.

“Relax,” he murmurs, his voice a low rasp as he leans in closer. The word is both a command and a promise. Then, without breaking eye contact, he dips his head, his lips brushing your inner thigh before his mouth finds exactly where you need him.

His touch is slow, precise, completely different from his usual rough and demanding approach. The contrast sends waves of pleasure through you, and you can’t help but melt into the couch, your body responding eagerly to his attention. He takes his time, his tongue moving in smooth, deliberate strokes that drive you wild while keeping you tethered.

You gasp softly, arching into his touch, your fingers tangling in his hair as he continues to work you with a patience that’s almost agonising. “So, beautiful.” He moans into your clit.

He seems completely focused on drawing out every bit of tension, coaxing your pleasure higher and higher with each careful movement. Every kiss, every flick of his tongue is calculated, designed to make you feel like you’re the center of his world.

Unable to resist the pull, you reach for the hem of your top and tug it off, tossing it aside. Crosshair doesn’t miss a beat—his hands are quick to slide up your torso, fingers grazing your sensitive skin as he cups your breasts. His thumbs brush over your nipples, sending electric sparks of pleasure through you as his mouth continues its unhurried rhythm below.

You moan his name, your voice laced with both need and admiration. He hums against you in response, the vibration adding another layer of sensation that has you clutching the couch cushions, completely lost in the pleasure he’s giving you.

After what feels like an eternity of bliss, he finally shifts, moving back up your body with slow, languid kisses, each one lingering as if he’s savoring your taste. He presses his lips to yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue before he whispers against your mouth, “I told you, I’m not done yet.”

Your breath hitches as he pulls back just enough to reach down and free himself. He takes his time, positioning himself between your legs, his hands sliding up your thighs to hold you steady as he aligns himself with you. But before he moves, he locks eyes with you, his gaze filled with an intensity that makes your heart race.

“I’m going to take all that tension away,” he promises, his voice rough with desire, but there’s a softness there too—a genuine care that makes you feel cherished, not just desired. “Just let me take care of you.”

As he slowly enters you, every inch deliberate and controlled, you feel the world narrow down to just this moment—the warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and the way he fills you completely. His movements are slow but powerful, every thrust purposeful, designed to make you feel every bit of him. It’s intimate, soothing, and completely overwhelming in the best way.

He keeps whispering soft praises, his voice a rough murmur in your ear. “That’s it… just like that… you’re doing so good for me.” His hands roam your body, caressing your skin as if he’s grounding you in the here and now, making sure you stay connected and completely focused on him.

His pace is steady, as if he has all the time in the galaxy to show you exactly how much he cares. The dirty talk flows naturally, his words laced with affection. “You’re perfect like this… so beautiful when you let go.”

The way he moves, the way he speaks—it’s all meant to draw you further into this shared moment, making you forget about the stress and exhaustion from earlier. The tension in your muscles, the weight on your mind, all dissolve under the weight of his attention.

As the pleasure builds, you can feel yourself falling apart in the best way, and he’s right there with you, guiding you through it with whispered reassurances and gentle touches. When you finally reach your peak, he’s watching you with a look that’s both possessive and full of awe, like he’s proud of how you’ve given yourself over to him completely.

“C—Crosshair…mmm, I’m goin’ to cum.” You rasp, your back arching into him as stars begin to blur your vision.

He doesn’t stop until you do. Letting you ride out your orgasm on his cock until you’re fully sated. He reaches his own high, panting your name softly before he pulls out and spurts his velvet white seed all over your stomach and breasts.

As your body relaxes and becomes loose in his embrace, he leans over you and places a tender kiss to your lips as he holds you close, letting you bask in the aftermath.

When you finally catch your breath, he gives you that familiar smirk, his voice filled with smug satisfaction. “Now… how’s that for taking the tension away?”

You can’t help but laugh softly, feeling lighter than you have in days. “More than enough,” you whisper, still wrapped in his arms, grateful for the way he always knows exactly how to care for you.

That is the distraction you definitely needed today.

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Granted, you had not been forthcoming either. You didn’t want to overstep, thinking that you could ruin your friendship with him. But that kiss, it spoke volumes. It was far too potent to be reduced to mere platonic affection.

The taste of his lips was intoxicating, an overwhelming sensation that threatened to topple you. And when you had first pressed your mouth to his helmet, you felt him tense up like a statue, caught off guard by your boldness. You can’t help but wonder if you two kissing was inevitable.

Alas, you can’t help but harbor ardent feelings for the Clone as he was always someone you had a bond with. Perhaps it was this profound connection that had driven you to kiss him in the first place - an accident, and yet, an intentional one at that.

“You getting up?” The sound of Hunter's voice pierces through the haze of your daydreams, jolting you back to reality. You turn to see him leaning against your bunk, his arms folded, and his piercing gaze locking onto yours. You sigh as you sit up, running a hand through your unruly hair.

"I overslept," you mutter, feeling the weight of his suspicious gaze on you. Hunter's heightened senses are always on high alert, and you know that he can sense when something is off.

"Uh-huh," he quips, his voice laced with skepticism. You feel a knot forming in your stomach as he turns his attention to the snoring Wrecker in the opposite bunk.

As you begin to prepare for the day ahead, you're filled with a sense of unease. You have no idea what the day may hold, but you know that it won't be easy. The constant threat of danger looms over your head, and you feel the weight of responsibility bearing down on you.

Lost in your thoughts, you're startled by the sound of the refresher door hissing open. Before you can even register what's happening, you freeze at the sight of the man who's been occupying your thoughts for days.

"You got a minute?" His voice is soft, yet commanding, and you can't help but feel a shiver run down your spine.

You stand there, toothbrush in your mouth, feeling a sense of vulnerability wash over you. You're still in a state of undress, with only a towel wrapped around your body and another in your hair. You can feel his gaze on you, and it sends a wave of heat through your body.

"Uhhhh, I'm a little busy," you mumbled, trying to avoid his gaze. But it's almost impossible. His piercing trained brown eyes seem to see right through you, and you feel exposed.

Crosshair looks you up and down, his gaze lingering on your body. A smirk plays at the corners of his mouth, and you can feel your heart rate quicken.

"You look cute," he says, his voice low and seductive.

You feel a warm blush creeping up your neck as you try to retort, but your speech is muffled by the toothbrush in your mouth.

Shouldn't you be angry with him for not talking to you until now? You want to be, but Maker, he's so infuriatingly charming and cheeky. You need to snap out of it and stick up for yourself but before you could say anything,

"Meet me outside the ship when you're dressed. We need to talk," he says abruptly, his voice breaking through the haze of your thoughts. You're left shocked and a little curious as he turns and walks away, leaving you to wonder what this sudden meeting could mean.

When you’re dressed and ready, you do a quick check with the others to see if a mission has been patched through but luckily there hasn't been so you take a deep breath and go meet Crosshair outside.

As you step down the ramp and scan your surroundings, you initially fail to spot him. But then, you catch sight of a pair of long, slender legs on the other side of the ship, the owner of which is tapping their foot anxiously.

You walk around to get to Crosshair, your mind racing with different thoughts and words, but when you finally meet his gaze, all words seem to vanish from your mind.

Crosshair shifts his position, his eyes flickering with a hint of conflict as he takes in your appearance. You feel a sudden urge to ask him what he wants, but once again, you find yourself at a loss for words. Fortunately, he is the first to break the silence.

"Why did you kiss me?" He questions simply, arms folding over his chest.

Your face contorts with bewilderment, and you let out a nervous laugh. "You mean why did I kiss you on the helmet?" you ask, trying to play it off as a harmless gesture.

Crosshair furrows his brow and steps closer to you, his body tense with anticipation. "Yes," he says, "why did you kiss me on the helmet?”

You stutter in response, feeling the warmth of a blush creeping up your neck once again. "I-I don't know," you admit. But then, you frown and turn the question back on him. "Why did you kiss me?"

Crosshair chews on his lip nervously, something you've never seen him do before. He runs a hand through his silver hair before he takes a bold gamble, stepping closer to you which causes you to back up against the ship. His arm extends over your head, and he gazes down at you with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat. "I told you why," he murmurs, his voice husky. "If you were going to kiss me, do it properly."

You can feel his breath on your face, and your mind goes blank once again. "But why did you kiss me like that?" you ask, your tone a mixture of curiosity and apprehension as you hint at the passion of the kiss.

"I'm… I’m not good at expressing my feelings with words," Crosshair admits. "I thought it would be better to show you instead."

Feelings? Wait, did this mean…? He likes you? Your mind goes fuzzy and you're staring at him with parted lips. “You like me? But you’ve ignored me for the last week.”

“And what’s your excuse, huh?” His tone wasn’t harsh, instead rather soft and full of curiosity. “You kissed me because you feel the same. I know you do.”

As Crosshair towers over you, his breath hot on your face, you feel a shiver run down your spine. “Please tell me you do.” He pleads softly, eyelids becoming hooded as he slowly leans into you.

His eyes bore into yours, and you can feel his body trembling with emotion.

“I do like you.” You rasp with a shaken breath and you swore he almost whimpered at your confession. You feel a rush of emotions flood through you - confusion, excitement.

He’s flushed against you now, your hands moving to his chest where you almost melt at the feeling of his muscles through his blacks. "I know this is sudden," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I've been thinking about you for a long time. And I couldn't hold back anymore when you kissed me that night. I had to kiss you like I always wanted to.”

You feel your heart racing in your chest, and you know that this is a pivotal moment. You can either give in to your desire and let the moment take over, or you can hold back and play it safe. It's a decision you know you'll have to make sooner rather than later. But, you’re in the middle of a war, you don’t know how much time either of you have left, so why not take the plunge?

Letting yourself savor the moment, you reach up and place a hand on Crosshair's cheek, and apprehensively, he leans into your touch. You can feel the rough stubble on his jaw, and it sends a tingle down your spine. The touch was clearly foreign to the man, his eyes trained on you as the sensation of being held this way was abnormal for a man like him.

“Well seeing as we don’t have to get ready for a mission,” you say softly, looking up at him through your lashes, “why don’t we-.”

His hand is against your cheek, a jolt of surprise as he plants his lips firmly to yours, silencing your want.

You moan against him already, fingers clutched at his blacks whilst his other hand that was resting above you moves into your hair, bringing your mouth closer.

There’s a fiery intensity within the kiss, both of you getting lost in the moment as a rush of desire rushes through your veins. “Crosshair,” you breathe his name softly, pulling away partly only for him to chase after your lips, wanting and needing more.

His tongue began to beg permission against your lips and you gladly gave him entrance instantly, the kiss intensifying quickly as your hands reached up from his chest to around his neck and pulled him in deeper. He broke away for a second, adoration in his eyes before you felt him begin to lift you by the thighs, an excited squeal escaping your lips as he carried you to one of the crates under the ship.

As soon as you are sat upon it, your legs wrap around him and draw him near, kissing him again with just as much passion as before only for you both to part minutes later, gasping for breaths. “You’re something, you know that?” He mutters, resting his forehead to yours, breathless and dazed.

You smile warmly at him, deep down knowing that this kiss this time round was just the beginning of something sweet. You should’ve kissed him on the helmet sooner if you knew this was going to be the result.

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Stepping back, you let Crosshair settle his belongings and smile fondly at him. "Well, last time, you went 'what? No hug for me?'" You recall, earning a playful eye roll as he places his helmet on a table next to a framed holophoto of your wedding day. Every time you look at it, nothing but fond and loving memories fill your mind.

"Very well," he declares, launching himself onto the couch, kicking his feet up on an ottoman. He pats the spot beside him, and you gratefully accept, snuggling into his side. "So, what are you trying to bake this time, then?"

"How did you know I was baking something?" you inquire, a hint of surprise in your voice, as you glance towards the kitchen where you were certain you had hidden any sign of evidence of you baking.

Then, he leans forward and as you think he’s about to steal a kiss, a mischievous glint dances in his eyes. His thumb playfully swipes across your cheek and nose, leaving behind traces of flour and sugar on his finger that he holds up that makes your face flush with embarrassment. "Ah," you chuckle, realising the source of the sensation.

He chuckles too, but his amusement is tinged with concern as he sniffs the air with a subtle frown. "How long have you been cooking for?"

Glancing at the chronometer on the wall, then back at him, you reply, "About two hours now. Should be ready in the next hour or so." Your grin conveys eagerness, but his expression remains neutral, a hint of skepticism lurking in his eyes.

“Babe, I think it’s already done.”

Again, you blink at him, momentarily taken aback. "Huh?"

“I smell burning.”

Just as he finishes his sentence, the shrill sound of the smoke alarm fills the air, and you wince at the piercing noise. Cursing above the noise, you rush towards the kitchen, your heart pounding with a mix of frustration and urgency.

“Gloves! GLOVES!” Crosshair's urgent voice rings out, but you're focused on the task at hand and it falls on deaf ears. Ignoring his plea, you yank open the oven door, confronting the billowing clouds of black smoke that engulf the kitchen. Fetching your hand inside the burning oven, you grab a hold of the tray of the baked goods, yanking it out with a small yelp.

Crosshair springs into action, swift and decisive. In a matter of seconds, he's by your side, checking on you with a mixture of concern and determination etched on his features. But after you insist you’re fine, he shifts his focus to the task at hand, pushing open the window to let the smoke out and silencing the alarm with a practiced hand.

“Come here, run your hand under the tap quickly,” he instructs, his voice gentle yet firm as he guides you towards the sink. Switching the water on, he ensures the temperature is just right before gently urging your hand underneath the cool stream.

“Crosshair, I’m fine. Honestly,” you assure him which was not even a lie because you were. It was pretty much a miracle you somehow didn’t burn yourself but as for the savoury treats… burnt to a crisp.

Crosshair moves away from you and inspects the smoking tray, blinking at the almost incinerated food. “Well, maybe they taste better than they look.”

“Oh, stow it,” you retort at his sarcastic comment, though you know he means it playfully. Disappointment paints your features as you glance at the charred remnants of your baking attempt. “Why can’t I cook anything?!”

“You can. Just, badly.”

“If you’re trying to hurt my feelings, you’re succeeding,” you pout, flinging water droplets from your hand at him before switching the tap off and folding your arms over your chest in annoyance.

Crosshair comes back your way and drapes an arm over your shoulder, using his hand to tilt your chin up to look at him. “Don’t worry about it. You can try again?”

“What’s the point? I’ll probably burn our home down.”

“That’s true.”

You playfully slap his hand away and begin to tidy up your mess, Crosshair helping you along the way by washing up the tray before you move back to the sofa and faceplant onto it with a heavy sigh. The soft cushions provide some comfort as you let out a frustrated groan.

You hear the running water switch off, a small clang of him putting the washing away, and then faint steps towards you.

“I don’t know how you do it,” he starts, quickly earning a loud and unwilling-to-listen whine before you ask what about.

“That every time I see you, I fall in love all over again.”

You roll onto your back and stare up at him with narrowed eyes. “Why are you being soft?”

He laughs, warm and soft before he scoots you into his lap, taking a seat and peppering kisses over your cheek. “You know I don’t like it when you call me that.”

“I don’t care,” you giggle as you let him gush over you, “you are.” You grin at him with bright eyes. “But why did you say that?”

“It’s true,” he shrugs casually. “You may try and burn our home down all the time, but I love you all the same for it.”

You playfully squint at his jokey insult, but instead of trying to be smart and think of a retort, you kiss your husband and tell him exactly how you feel too, cherishing these moments of love and laughter.

“Let’s go out for dinner. It’s on me.” Now that’s an opportunity you won’t pass up on.

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You hop off the crate, joining the two of them and lift your one bag. “And where exactly are we going?” You say with a small laugh, finding it both amusing and sweet to see the Sarge so at peace at long last.

“We’re going to drop our stuff off there first then Tech tells us there’s a bit of land just outside the main city. Should be a nice place to chill. Apparently there’s a stream or lake type thing or something.” Hunter shrugged as he walked alongside the two of you, offering to take your bag for you but you denied.

“Well technically the stream had only just emerged several moons ago due to an eruption in the planet's core…”

Tech interrupted your conversation and you couldn’t help but chuckle as Crosshair hung back for a moment, not to be caught in the crossfire of knowledge that was bursting to jump out of Tech’s mind. Not that he minded but some P&Q was needed.

You waited for Crosshair, both of you hanging a little back. “It’s nice to see the others so excited about this. Don’t think we have had time to relax since I joined you lot.” You make small talk with the Marksman, a toothpick hanging between his lips.

“It’s rare. But needed.” He replies, hauling his backpack further onto his shoulder and casts you a gaze. “You sure you’re alright with us sharing?”

You couldn’t help but smile at him, finding it nice that he didn’t want you to be at all uncomfortable around him.

The two of you were friends, good friends in fact. It took a while for Crosshair to warm up to you when you were assigned to them as an emergency medic however. They had apparently had so many medics assigned to them who left so the Republic almost gave up but then you came along. You were their second female medic, the first one being a little bit too sensitive for their humour and living style but you settled in well. You definitely gave back what they gave you in terms of banter.

Crosshair tried his most to break but saw how resilient and actually funny you were so he befriended you a few weeks later. And here you are now, 8 months later.

“Of course! We’re friends. Besides, I’m assuming it’s separate beds so you don’t have to worry about accidentally cuddling me at night.” You joked, earning a scoff and a roll of his brown eyes in return.

“Thank the Maker.” He returns with a hint of lighthearted banter and you nudged him playfully before you both arrived at the inn.

The door code was given to Crosshair, all of you separating into your own pairings. You were with Crosshair, Hunter was with Tech and Wrecker managed to grab his own room which did everyone a favour. Nobody could bear his snoring.

You both lunged up the steep stairs, more than you would’ve liked, and you let out a sigh of relief when your door came into view.

“‘Ere.” He orders, holding out his bag for you to grab and so you did but as it fell into your grasp it nearly dragged you to the ground. Why was it so heavy?!

“What the hell is in this? We’re only staying here two nights.” You gasp, hoisting it with all your might over your free shoulder and he chuckles, punching in the door code.

“Just my weapon kit.”

“And five Sandcrawlers it feels like.” Sweat dripped down the side of your temple, it didn’t help that the inn itself was roasting on the inside as well as the outside.

Crosshair turned to you, and smiled and you smiled back, confused, but then groaned when you saw him hovering over the last number. “Hurry up and open it before my limbs drop off!” You scowl at him and this only adds to his smirk as he hits the button but only for it to be wrong.

“Looks like I’m going to have to do it all over again.”

You wanted to strike him over the back of his head but unfortunately your arms were being weighed down so had to settle on a sour glare at the trooper. “Open. It.”

“Alright, alright.” He chuckled and soon enough the door slid open, grabbing back his bag that was a literal weight off your shoulders and trudged into the room.

Both of you freeze in the doorway however and blink as one bed occupies the room. Heh, at least it was a double and not a single.

“Well this will be interesting.” You smirk over your shoulder at Crosshair as you walk further into the room, dropping your stuff in the centre. There was also no couch for one of you to crash on if one of you so chooses, just a single leather armchair next to a table.

“I hope you like sleeping on the floor.”

Turning back to face Crosshair, you scoff. “Oh come on! You’re acting like I’ll be a nightmare to sleep next to. I don’t snore.”

“Yes you do.”

Your mouth slacked. “No I do not!”

“How would you know if you’re asleep?”

“Well,” you fold your arms, “why do you watch me sleep?”

His arms drop to his sides and he shakes his head at you incredulously. “I don’t need to. I can hear you.”

You chuckled at that and let him win the argument as you moved towards the end of the bed, already picking your side by the window that actually had quite a lovely view of tall buildings and the deep sky. “I’m not sleeping on the floor. If that’s the only option, I’m better off sleeping back on the ship.” You lay back, head setting in the middle of the bed.

“Do that then.” Crosshair snarled although you didn’t take his bitterness personally. Crosshair liked his own space and Hunter had definitely told him that there would be two beds, not just the one.

“Whilst we’re having a break? No.” You say adamantly, tilting your head to see him walk into the refresher just to check it out and then his gaze locked on you.

He twisted his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other and sighed. “Fine. I suppose I’ll let you sleep on the bed.”

“How courteous of you.” You grin sarcastically and sit back up and grab your bag from the floor and pull out some clothes so they don’t get wrinkled and place them in the wardrobe provided.

Crosshair sits on his side of the bed, hunched over and twirling his fingers around in his hands that made you frown a little.

“You okay, Cross?” You ask him, not softening your tone because the one thing you learned about acting around Crosshair is to not baby him. He hated the soft approach at first whenever he was injured so instead you would be stern with him or act like nothing's wrong as you latch him up; even if he had been in some pitiful states.

“Fine.” He grunts, not acknowledging you but he did look up when your comm went off and heard Wrecker’s voice.

“Are you and Cross ready to get goin’?”

You look at Crosshair and he holds up five digits, before standing and striding across the room to his bag. “Give us five and we’ll be down. Anything we need to bring?”

You heard some commotion between Hunter and Wrecker over the comm, the odd input from Tech. “They say bring anything to protect you from the sun and your swimsuit if you have one. Tech says the water will be fine to swim in.”

“Alright, see you then.”

You grab your things, a new set of clothes and head into the refresher and bolted the door closed before stripping into your dark red swimsuit, grabbing a pair of shorts to go over your lower half and slipping on a pair of comfortable shoes. You pull your hair out of its pin, letting your hair go free as you ruffle it between your fingers and letting it frame your face. You finish off with a spritz of perfume you picked up on Naboo forever ago and left the refresher.

Crosshair was preparing his bag, taking things he didn’t need out of it and waited by the door for you.

“You ready to-?” He fits himself off, watching you walk back into the room and looking, well, breathtaking. Quite literally. He had never seen you so different. Your hair framed your angelic like face, the swimsuit hugged your upper half deliciously and the shorts made your legs look longer and dare he say it, elegant.

“What were you saying?” You asked as you bent over to scavenge through your bag, giving Crosshair to your unknowing a perfect view of your cleavage by accident.

He cursed internally as his mouth watered at the sight and he turned away from you, pretending to occupy himself. “Was asking if you’re ready.” He repeats, voice steady and unbothered although inside he was crumbling.

This small, minute even, crush he had on you had been sending Crosshair crazy for the last few weeks. He didn’t think anything of it at first but he knew something was somewhat wrong with him when you would cross his path and his stomach would erupt with this out of the ordinary flutter. He’d also find himself being more protective and watchful over you when in battle and you were the only one to genuinely make him laugh and smile.

His thoughts were interrupted when you pulled open the door and knocked the back of his leg with your foot gently. “Let’s go, trooper.”

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“I can’t believe he did that!”

Your excited and loud laugh erupted throughout the inn, doing your utmost best not to touch a single thing as you walked up the stairs as you dripped with mud.

The day was fun! The temperature was perfect, the spot was peaceful and quiet and the stream was definitely not a stream, it was practically a lake. Yourself and the boys had plenty of fun throughout the day but hours later it had changed. Well, Wrecker thought it was funny - not you or the others.

On the way there, Wrecker had spotted a large mud bath in a small crater and for some reason Wrecker thought it’d be funny to throw you all into it.

Mouth full of mud, you swam or grasped yourself even to the surface as the thick mud stuck to your body and stared up at Wrecker in disbelief. “WHAT WAS THAT FOR?”

Wrecker cackled. “Don’t worry, you won’t be alone.” And just then, three more bodies come crashing down next to you, all swearing and cursing at their brother who cannonballed in with them.

You turned to each of them but your attention was more on Crosshair who looked beyond furious as he swiped his eyes with the back of his arm. Face like thunder and eyes murderous, you don’t know what possessed you to grab a handful of mud and toss it in his direction. Hunter's eyes were wide as it was a direct hit to the centre of the Marksman's face meanwhile Tech was too busy fussing over his gadgets and Wrecker was erupting in laughter.

You whistled, feigning innocence as Crosshair growled and looked for the culprit until your eyes landed on you. You stopped mid-whistle, lips still poured and you batted your lashes at him. “You got a little something,” you smirk, tapping your chin, “just here.”

Not so unexpectedly, he lunged towards you through the mud. He was fast despite the pressure that weighed him down and soon his hand was on the back of your head, one arm wrapped around your waist and he began lowering it lower and lower to the surface of mud that didn’t look so inviting.

“Cross, Crosshair! Don’t!” You squeaked through laughter, knowing you definitely deserved it and as you tried to hold back he had slammed your face back into the mud.

Crosshair leaves you there for a few seconds before hoisting you back up, chuckling as you splutter mud past your lips but he grows a little concerned as your hand comes up to your face rubbing your eye and he had even heard you sniffle.

“You alright?” He asks, trying not to sound so bothered before moving around to face you as you keep swiping mud away.

“I think a pebble got in my eye.” You mutter, pulling back your hand to see if anything was there but nothing could be seen aside from dark splotches of mud.

Crosshair kicks himself, now irritated that he had accidentally hurt you and so takes your face into his hands and tilts your head up. You say nothing and instead let him brush away the mud, his eyes squinting as he gently pulls on the skin below your eye to check your waterline. “I don’t see anything…” he mutters but then he realises he didn’t care for a moment. Your body was so close to his he could feel the heat radiating off you and he was cradling your face as if it was the most fragile thing in the galaxy. His thumb idly swiped across your cheek, taking some mud away with it as he gazed, unknowingly to you, longingly into your eyes.

You blinked and a grin plastered onto your face as your hand swiped up, plastering his left cheek with mud. “Can’t believe you fell for that!” You chastise with a laugh, clearly pleased with your acting skills and he watches as you swiftly wavered through the mud and back to land.

You couldn’t believe he fell for that but he couldn’t believe he fell for you.

“Tell me about it.” Crosshair mutters from behind you, his blacks covered in dried mud, his once silver hair now brown and messy. You punch in the code, correctly you may add, and the two of you topple in and you’re straight to the refresher and turning the shower and sink on.

You walk back out into the main room and almost shriek in disgust as Crosshair sits on the edge of the bed. “GET OFF!”

His gaze snaps to you immediately and he shoots off the bed, fearing that there was a bomb he completely missed but instead you marched over and swiped at the bed, erasing his mess. “Don’t sit on our bed in your dirty clothes.” Crosshair had rarely been scolded but he was certain this was like getting a slap on the back of the hand from a mother stopping their child from stealing food.

“Yes ma’am.” He hissed, rolling his eyes and moving towards the armchair instead and slid off his boots.

Still unimpressed, you supposed it was better than the bed and you sneered at him, playfully, and took your clothes into the refresher and got yourself clean. It definitely took some harsh scrubbing to get all the mud away from your body but you now smelt delicious instead of warm mud and sweat. You made sure the shower was clean before Crosshair got in, not wanting him to be completely horrified by the mess but you’re sure your shower would be a lot cleaner than Wreckers. You pulled on a clean set of pyjamas, a large shirt and some shorts that stopped just above the knee and stepped out only to be met with a shirtless Crosshair.

Since he was taller than you, it was hard not to look at his chest even when he was fully clothed but now his pectorals were out and you had to pry your gaze away and step to the side. “All yours.”

“Took you long enough.” He quipped, moving past you with a towel slung over his bare shoulder but he was smirking at least.

“Ha ha, very funny.” As you sarcastically put it, you moved further into the room, waiting for the refresher door to shut before giving the room a quick clean down. You grabbed his dirty clothes, and put his as well as yours into a new bag and tied it shut. Then, you began to dry your hair with a device that was given from the inn in one of the drawers which blew hot air. It did wonders and soon enough your hair was dry and even a little more bouncy.

With the sun setting, you found yourself falling fairly sleepy and crawling into bed. But, you considered Crosshair in this and decided to not put yourself under the covers just yet. You didn’t want to break any boundaries between you both.

Crosshair took a little longer than you did but at least he was no longer covered in yucky mud although Tech insisted it was good for the skin and serotonin. He was dressed in his own nightwear, a pair of dark grey joggers that you had seen him use in the gym back on Kamino and a plain black top.

He noticed you on the bed but didn’t say anything as he moved to his side, back to you as he sat on the edge of the bed and finished towel drying his hair.

Eventually, he moved onto the bed, back against the headboard and the room went very awkward very quickly. You wished you have grabbed your holopad before you sat on the bed, but now you both sat in silence. You couldn’t even put on the holonews or a holomovie. Instead, you gazed longingly out the window and watched as the sun set.

What seemed like forever, Crosshair yawned and scoots further down the bed, head resting upon the pillow. He tucks a hand under the pillow and stares at the ceiling and you wait a minute or two before you slip under the duvet, not caring if he was going to or not.

“Crosshair?” You finally speak up, looking over at him as his eyes remain fixated on the ceiling.

“What?”

“Would you be my friend if I was a Gungan?”

Crosshair blinked, slowly turning his head to look at you and saw nothing but a serious face although you asked a ridiculous question.

“What?” He asks again, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.

“Would Crosshair be friends with meesa if I Gungan?” You try so hard not to slip a laugh in as you imitated the species but Crosshair's face was a picture.

“Absolutely not.” He turns away and you smirk, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“Ohhhhh. Meesa thinks it a shame if Crossy not friends with I.” You covered your mouth, trying to subside the snort that was threatening to burst out your chest as you see his eyes roll and a hand comes up to his face.

“Never call me that.” He warns, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Call you what?” You ask, your voice still high-pitched.

“What you just called me.” He says slowly, knowing that you were winding him up. You swore you could see an inch of a smile.

“Aw, does Crossy not like nickname meesa give you?” You fake pout and he groans in aggravation. You had to say it, winding Crosshair up was one of your favourite past times.

“Stop it.” He then warned you, pointing a finger in your direction.

You sigh dramatically and smirk at him once more before turning away from him. “Oh very well.” You hear him shift above the duvet, obviously getting comfortable to sleep but you still had some mischief left in you. You waited a minute or so before tugging so harshly on the duvet, it pulled from underneath him and sent him tumbling onto the floor. You rolled over in laughter, holding your sides as you didn’t exactly expect that to work and sit up. You crawl over to his side of the bed, ready to come face to face with an angry Crosshair on the floor but as you leaned over to see, he had gone. Completely vanished.

You pull back for a second, perplexed before you look back down, making sure your mind wasn’t playing tricks on you but before you could react, you felt the bed shift from the other end and a harsh kick sent you forward rolling onto the floor with a thud.

You wince at the impact and jump back to your feet, glaring across at a smug looking Crosshair who hovered on his knees and arms folded in the centre of the bed. “Nice try, sweetheart.”

“What do you mean ‘nice try’? I got you onto the floor first!” You place your hands on your hips, shaking your head at him.

“Doesn’t matter. I still took advantage of the situation.” He quipped back.

You licked your lower lip and Crosshair felt his heart temporarily stop at the innocent action but snapped out of his trance-like state when a pillow was chucked in his face followed by a pair of arms tackling into him.

“You’re starting a war you won’t win!” He laughed, a genuine hearty laugh as he threw the pillow to the floor, arms blocking your playful jabs at him.

“Bring it then!” You retort with a laugh, ducking under his arm as he swiped at you, coming at him from behind and jumping onto his back.

The action surprised him, not expecting your legs to come over his shoulders and your hands wrapping around his eyes to block out his vision. He reaches up, large hands clasping your thighs and doing a sharp twist of his body sending you backwards, your back and head hitting the duvet as he manages to crawl on top of you. He misses some more of your playful jabs, your legs kicking about so he sits on them and grabs both wrists, pinning them to either side of your head and caging you in. You’re panting, heavily, and now not because of the play fight but because a seriously attractive man was hovering over you with a smug look on his face.

“Looks like I win.” He teased, gesturing to your current predicament.

You frown but smile. “Alright, alright. You win ‘Crossy’.” A laugh escapes you at the silly nickname which even made him chuckle softly but soon the laughter died down and neither of you moved. Not like you could anyhow.

Your bodies were so close that each of you could feel the heat radiating off one another from the day's sun. Your eyes were slightly wide whilst his were soft, calm but also with a hint of nervousness. His hands slowly move from your wrists, dexterous fingers tracing over the palms of your hands before your fingers interlocked.

“Oh.” You breathe, the gesture sending your heart into a flutter. He tilts his head a little, his eyes trailing all over your face as he analyses you like a rare painting.

Then, you saw it. You saw how his eyes trailed from yours, down to your lips for more than three seconds and then back up to your eyes. You were speechless, if you tried to speak you’re certain nothing would come out regardless.

Crosshair's mind was running wild. He kept telling himself internally to get off you but he was captivated by your beauty. Like he had done for a while. The innocent ‘oh’ that left your lips sent shivers down his spine and he couldn’t help but notice that you made no attempt to escape him. You didn’t tell him to ‘go away’ or mock him. No, instead you let him entangle your fingers together and you also let him lean a little closer.

Your breath could be felt against his skin, a soft minty smell to your breath that clouded his senses. All he could see, feel, hear, and touch was you. Now, he just wanted to taste you.

If it hadn’t been for the position you’re in, the only possible chance you could get this close to him, you probably wouldn’t have caught his lips against yours. It was chaste, and as you pulled away to engage his reaction, his lips parts and his eyes closed as he leaned further down, kissing you back.

His lips were rough, passionate and so full of want. He lets one of his hands free and cups your cheek with it as he delves deeper into the kiss.

Your chest was heaving, the man completely draining the oxygen from your body as he devoured you in his want.

You kissed him back just as eagerly and you were obsessed; hooked to his body and mind.

“Crosshair.” You breathe against him and he does the same, whispering your name so gently before he manages to shift positions, lips never breaking apart from yours as he lays you down, now side by side.

Legs lacing through his long ones, your flushed against his chest, hands wrapped around the back of his neck and if you’re both being honest? There was no other place you’d both rather be.

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“That’s just not believable.” Echo shakes his head at you, chuckling.

“Well it is. I’ll have you know that I’ve always been told that I’m an excellent kisser.” You nod, a triumphant and smug smile on your lips.

“Liar.” Crosshair excuses with a smirk which you returned with your middle finger.

“It’s true. Never had a bad kiss.” You finalise, sipping your drink. You glance up and your eyes briefly meet Tech’s who looked away almost instantly, especially when Crosshair tried to humiliate him.

“Well I suppose we should ask you too, Tech.” Crosshair jokes as he pats his brother's shoulder, earning a scowl in return.

“That won’t be necessary.”

“AKA - 'i've never kissed anyone’.” Wrecker cackles, while Tech burns red.

This surprised you for some reason but then again, within the year you’ve been with them you had never seen him pay any mind to attractive people when they’re out and about at bars.

“That kind of thing does not interest me.” Tech carries on messing with whatever device he was creating or fixing, though he became a little tense as all the attention was pinned on him.

Crosshair and Hunter exchange a look, smirking at their brother's fake lack of interest on the topic. “That’s because you don’t know how to kiss.”

Tech again frowned at Crosshair before merely shrugging. “Like I said, it doesn’t interest me in the slightest.”

You and Echo watched the interaction in silence, a little amused but also taking pity on Tech as he was targeted.

“What are you gonna do when the time comes that you just so happen to want to kiss someone? They’ll be running klicks if you’re terrible.” Hunter mused, Tech spinning in his chair to face his Sargent.

“If that were to happen, although unlikely, I suppose I will do research to understand the function of kissing others. As well as doing research on the do’s and don’ts of putting one's mouth against one another.”

“Ugh.” You roll your eyes, attention now drawn to you after Tech’s answer.

“What is it?” He asks, a little defensive although you meant no harm.

“You make it sound so boring when you put it like that.” You laugh softly, watching him ease up a little but still remains tense at his brother's teasings.

“Besides,” you stand up this time, placing your bow empty caf cup away and lean against his workstation, “if you want to learn it’s best you do it on an actual person. Never read forums on the holonet because you will not learn that way.” You suggest helpfully, Tech now blinking up at you behind his goggles.

“Are you saying that the information on there is not accurate?” He questions, genuinely interested. In fact, all of the boys seemed interested. Maybe they had done research on there before which is probably why Crosshair, who never looked interested, was leaning forward and had taken his pick out of his mouth.

You shrug lightly. “I suppose. It also depends on the person. You don’t want to do one thing that the holonet tells you but only for the person to freak out because they don’t like the approach.”

They all seemed to nod in agreement at this. “So you’re saying Tech should practice on someone?” Wrecker asks amused, waggling his eyebrows at Tech at the prospect of taking him out and getting him to try his luck out there.

Thinking for a moment you shake your head. “No, not just a random person off the street Wrecker.”

It appeared that with some liquid courage, you didn’t care about your next set of words. In fact, you were certain that the offer would be on the table if you had no alcohol in your system. “I’ll teach him how to kiss if he wants.”

The cup in Echo’s hand had dropped to the floor, Wrecker had his mouth hanging wide open whilst the others looked rather surprised by your casual offer.

Tech however had almost short-circuited, the tips of his ears burning almost as red as the paint on his armour. “W-what? You?” He asked, completely perpexled with a wide gaze.

“Sure.” You reply cooly, pushing yourself away from his work bench and bending over to snatch the cup Echo had dropped and placed it on the side beside yours. “Only if you want to.”

“I couldn’t possibly-.”

“Why? There somethin’ wrong with me?” You asked slightly amused, teasing the clone as he gripped tightly onto the screwdriver in his grasp. Crosshair chuckled at this and decided to leave the teasing to you before disappearing along with Hunter and Wrecker.

“No! It just seems very… unprofessional.” He concluded, clearing his throat.

You said no more and again shrugged before turning to Echo who, as the conversation went on, went a little green as if he was about to be sick at any moment. He definitely had more than three of those drinks.

“C’mon buddy.” You sling an arm around him and hoist him to his feet, cursing silently as he instantly leaned all his weight into you as you began manoeuvring the clone. As you pass by Tech, his gaze still on you, you only smile at him before saying: “like I said, the offer is there.”

Whatever he was working on had completely been pushed to the side as Tech leans against his work station with a thumping heart.

Can he really kiss you?

Days had passed and despite his incredible mind, all Tech could think about was your offer. Were you just teasing him? Did the others put you up to this? Did you really want to offer him these lessons? He was unsure of all.

Crosshair had pulled him aside one day and told him that he would be a fool to not take up your offer. Crosshair was certainly the quietest member but was also fairly observant and can read people well and saw a huge change in Tech when he was around you. Often, the Marksman caught Tech staring at you and hinted at Tech that he may have a small crush on you but of course Tech denied it and thought it was stupid.

However, when Tech was left alone in the cockpit he found himself thinking of you. Your laugh, hair, skills and now your lips. You had said you were known to be a good kisser but now he was curious to test that theory for himself. Then again, he had nothing to compare it to.

It wasn’t until the others had decided to go to a bar for the night after a successful mission when he finally made his mind up on the situation. It was perfect really; you wanted to stay on the ship and catch up on some holoshows you’re behind on and Tech made you the excuse that he wanted to check over the ship. It would’ve been the worst thing imaginable if everyone was still on the Marauder, intruding his - was it intimate? It’s quite intimate - lessons with you. Better yet, they didn’t get to see you reject him completely and say something along the lines of ‘you’re impossible to teach, forget it’. Tech shudders at the thought of the humiliation.

He did in fact do some research on kissing on the holonet but just as you suggested, it was pretty terrible. So, as his legs bounced up and down anxiously in the cockpit whilst you were cosied up in your bunk, Tech collected himself and made his way to you.

When the door slides open to the bunks, he freezes in his spot and is tempted to run back and abort the whole effort. Again, his mind went back to the awful scenarios that could play out in front of him so much so that he hadn’t realised he began to pace.

You were laying in your bunk, curtain drawn when you heard the constant pacing of Tech outside. You ignored it at first until it came so frequent you had to switch off your holopad and pull the curtain open and peer up at Tech. “Walk in the same spot anymore you’ll wear the floor out.” You announce yourself cashing Tech to flinch and spin to face you.

“Sorry, hope I didn’t disturb you.” He apologises straight away, voice slightly rushed that made you frown.

“Not at all…” he did but you weren’t going to moan at him about it, “you however look disturbed yourself. Everything alright?”

Tech sucked in a deep breath and stood in front of you, head tilted down as you laid there, looking back up at him. His legs subconsciously began to shake so he tried his best to make sure his voice didn’t do the same. “I was thinking about what you said. And I’d… well, I would like to take up your offer if it’s still on the metaphorical table.” He stands straight, hands tucked behind his back to hide the trembling of them.

“My offer?” You ask him, face showing confusion as the tension in the air grows thicker.

Tech looked mortified at this point. “Y-yes. About us, well, about you offering to teach me how to…” he trails off, suddenly finding it hard to say the word.

Again, you stared up at him confused until it suddenly clicked. How could you forget?! Suppose your mind was more occupied that night on preventing Echo from throwing his guts up all evening.

“Oh! To kiss?” Your realisation made him instantly relax, seeing how you broadly smiled up at him.

Huh, maybe you wanted to kiss him just as much as he found himself wanting to kiss you. Tech internally frowned at the thought, clearly reading it the wrong way.

“Yes. To kiss me although I do find the situation we are to be in rather unprofessional since you’re my colleague.” He chuckles softly.

“A colleague? Wow Tech, I thought we were at least more than that.” You had teased but his eyes widened at your insinuation. More than that? Whatever could you mean? He stood painfully awkwardly in front of you.

“And what is it you mean by that?” He enquires, keeping his voice level.

“Friends. Duh.” Your chuckle seemed to have brought him back to reality, mentally blushing at the thought of you meaning something else entirely.

“Oh, of course. Friends.” He nods and after you have shifted, sitting with crossed legs on your bunk and patting the spot beside you, he joins you. When he sat by your side, his fingers clenched and his breath seemed to not want to leave his lungs. Tech was rarely nervous but right now he felt like he did the first time he did training as a cadet. A shiny. A new person trying a new thing entirely.

You smile at him, seeing that he was still somewhat tense. “So… Do you just want to kiss me and I give you pointers or?” You give your options to Tech whose eyes widen a little.

“Just kiss you? Straight away?” He asked, sounding a little apprehensive at the thought of just diving straight in. He did want to take it slow at first to not completely embarrass himself.

Noticing his horrified expression you instead shook your head. “Hmm, how about we start off simple and you just give me a simple kiss on the lips? It’ll build up your confidence and we’ll do the more complicated stuff after.”

More complicated? Was there more to it than just bringing your lips to someone else’s? Tech felt his mouth run dry as you scooted just a little closer to him, your hands on either side of your kneecaps.

“Sure. That will suffice.” He gulps a little as he turns the upper half of his body more towards you. He counts down in his head before leaning in to you but you had lunged so far back you were both surprised that your back didn’t snap in half.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asks completely terrified once you sit back up, your cheeks red as a small giggle passes your lips.

“Tech… if you tried to kiss me you would’ve knocked my teeth out.” Exasperated at his rather quick embrace, Tech had wondered if it’s because he went in too fast but you had tapped the side of his head and only then did he realise that he was still wearing his helmet. Ah, that is embarrassing.

“You would be correct about me knocking your teeth out,” he laughs nervously, taking his helmet off and placing it by his feet, “my apology.”

“That’s okay Tech.” You say softly, sitting up straight. “Now let’s try this again, shall we?”

Again, he counts down from three before leaning forward until his nose brushes against yours and his lips ghosted your own before he pulls back.

That was his first kiss and by the looks of it, you weren’t about to throw up or cry so he saw that as a good sign but still had to ask. “How was that?”

“Simple but nice... but I do have some critiques.” You tell him sheepishly.

“Go ahead.”

“Kissing is more than just lips touching, you have to mean it. Let it linger.” You inform him.

“I thought that it was just a simple kiss? To linger would mean for the kiss to develop into a more intimate kiss is it not?” He curiously asks, clearly out of his depth for the first time.

“Not necessarily. Do you mind if I demonstrate?” You gain his permission as he nods his head.

Gently, you place a hand on his forearm and lean forward just enough for your lips to close against his for a few seconds, never once moving your lips but he felt as if your lips had moulded against his at the first sign of contact. When you pulled away, a kissing sound broke off from you both.

Tech didn’t want to say it out loud but that was probably the best feeling he had ever felt. Your lips were soft yet firm. He was feeling pretty euphoric right now that when you told him to try again, his confidence spiked and he copied exactly what you did.

Leaning in slower, a gentle touch to your arm and letting his lips set against your own for a number of seconds and when he pulled away, he found himself wanting more. A lot more. Maybe this could be a problem… especially if the kisses were to become a little more exciting.

“Better.” You compliment, eyes glowing in the dark bunks. Tech was certainly glad it was dark because his cheeks were blood red by now and he swore he still could taste your lips.

Letting out a content hum, he clears his throat and nods. “So… what’s next?”

“Well, I think hand placement is quite important. You don’t want to kiss someone with your hands to your side all limp like because it’s awkward.” You explain, hoping he’d get the hint and he does.

“And what is it you suggest?”

“Well, put your hands where you think is comfortable for you.” You scoot a little closer to him and he does the same, twisting his body more towards you.

“I’d prefer to place my hands where you find it comfortable.” He tells you and you couldn’t help but feel your heart jitter at his considerate suggestion. You always thought Tech was rather sweet, even if he didn’t mean to come across that way.

“I don’t mind,” you reach forward and take both of his hands and guide them towards your waist.

His breath hitches at the contact, his fingers tracing over the soft fabric of your civvie top.

You noticed his hostility. “This okay?” Voice soft, you had observed that he hadn’t even taken his gaze away from where his hands were now placed on your waist.

Looking up at you quickly, he almost gasped at how close you were to him as your nose almost brushed against his. “Yes… this is quite alright.”

“Good. If you want to, feel free to move your hands elsewhere. Within reason of course.” You say with a laugh.

Elsewhere? Tech cursed at himself for instantly thinking of more intrusive places where he could touch. “Of course. Now what?” He questions, trying to refrain his fingers from stroking against you and touching elsewhere.

“Now we kiss again but it’ll be more…” you begin to blush a little, “passionate.”

He exhales shakily and nods for you to continue.

“Start off from before and kiss me and then slowly initiate that you want more.” You instruct, slowly licking your lower lip which caught his attention and subsequently leaned into you and placed his lips back on yours.

You grew shocked, his lips were intricate as he slowly began to move his lips against your own almost expertly. He was a little timid at first but that wasn’t unusual for beginners but he soon gained confidence when he felt you practically melt into his kiss. You tried to maintain professionalism, after all, this was your friend but something was eating away at the back of your mind to want more, needing more.

A soft sigh breezed past your lips against his as he gently kneaded your waist, lips locked between yours as he took slow motions. Tilting your head to the left, you have leaned a little more into him and the arm that rested on his forearm travels up to his shoulder. Eyelids closed, you swore Tech pulled away for a second before landing back down on the platform of your lips.

Tech was in his own little world however, absolutely adoring this sensation you were allowing him to have. Not only that, but to kiss someone he found absolutely enchanting anyway was a great bonus. When you touch his shoulder however, he tenses up. You open your eyes a little, seeing his still shut but a little squinted as if he was in deep concentration.

“Relax Tech.” You utter against his lips briefly, your hand sliding past his shoulder and to the back of his neck where you gently stroke the short tassels of his hair.

Your words sent vibrations through his body and he reluctantly listened, relaxing his shoulders and face before meeting his lips back to yours with a little more determination than before. It was as if to prove something to you. It was only moments later that you pulled away, a little breathless.

You blinked a few times, bringing you back down to reality as his hands dropped from your waist where you instantly missed the touch. But, you didn’t comment on that.

“I thought you said you had never kissed someone before.”

Tech was taken aback by your comment, watching you smile at him. “That is because I have not. Why? Was that sufficient?” He asked kind of hopefully and that you thought it was acceptable.

“It was good. And I’m not just saying that.” Your answer was earnest, leaning a little back and chewing on your lower lip.

Tech felt his heart swell and his chest slightly puff out in confidence at your words but only then did he realise that he was still relatively close to you. “Is that everything then?”

For some reason, you felt a little disappointed that it was over so quickly. A part of you wanted to kiss him a little more which you knew was scandalous. This was your teammate, your friend and now you were longing to kiss him without there even having a lesson behind it.

You had hoped that he felt the same and maybe even assumed the same. After all, he had not gotten up yet and got back to a lot more important things rather than kissing. He spoke however, voice a little quiet.

“Well, your statement was correct.”

“Which was what?” You tilt your head to the side, curious.

“That you are indeed an excellent kisser.” He blushed and so did you, eyes a little wide at his compliment.

You had looked down at your lap and rubbed the back of your neck when Tech inhaled sharply and nudged a little closer to you than before. “But I have to ask, what is your favourite type of kiss?”

You looked back up at this and smiled a little. Your favourite kiss was probably the one that made you feel the safest, the most adored and the most loved. “I love forehead kisses.”

He had asked why and you told him exactly why and you saw him smile too. “That is rather endearing.”

“Yeah, it is. Reminds me of home.” You sigh softly to yourself and then look back at Tech.

“What about you?” Even though he only had a few kisses which just so happened to be today and with you, you did want to know what made him feel the most content.

Tech hummed and hawed about his answer in his brilliant mind though his answers were jumbled when he locked eyes onto you. He couldn’t describe the level of your beauty. Not with words and certainly not with data. “I am unsure yet though…” he trailed off for a moment, as if he was apprehensive but he went ahead anyway, “though I would like to keep trying with you to discover what my favourite kiss is.”

Now that was unexpected. Yet, you were beaming on the inside. He wanted to kiss you! Again! Hurrah!

“O-okay.” You exhale softly, eyes fluttering instantly closed when Tech leans into you with both hands clasping at your waist and crashing his lips to yours.

He was hungry, desperate to feel your scorching kisses once more. Maker, he couldn’t think straight when his lips were on yours. The taste of your lips sent him wild and he had moved one hand up your waist, past your arms and shoulders to the point his hand cupped your cheek.

You gasped at the sudden feeling, eyes opening a little in surprise at how confident he had gotten over the course of around fifteen minutes.

“Tech…” you couldn’t help but exhale into his mouth, eyes closing again as you scoot even closer to him that you were now practically sitting in his lap on your bunk.

“Mesh’la.” He returns, parting his lips from yours and trailing a row of soft kisses from your jaw up to your ear. “I would like to try something else, something I read on the holonet.” He whispers sheepishly in your ear that you almost melted. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, your warm breath fanning over it softly.

“I told you not to read anything those forums say.” You laugh gently, pulling away and looking across at him as he pushes his steamed up goggles up the bridge of his nose.

“I’m aware but this seemed favourable and something you hadn’t taught me today.” He smirks coyly, making you arch a brow and exclaim.

“Oh yeah? And what will that be?” Your smug look had done something to Tech. The way your nose slightly scrunched, how your eyes glistened in mischief and curiosity… he didn’t know what possessed him when he had flipped you over, pinning you down to the bed.

You let out a squeak at the sudden movement, eyes a little wide as Tech now hovered over you, his closeness causing your heart to almost collapse. His hand placed to your waist once more, whilst the other pinned the pillow at the side of your before he leaned down to you, his breathing dangerously hot.

You had frozen in place when he kissed you again, his head tilted and brows furrowed in deep concentration as his warm and moist lips encased yours. Savouring his taste, your eyes fluttered back closed and that’s when a sudden jolt of heat panged at your core as Tech took the opportunity to slowly lick your lower lip. Gasping, it allowed his tongue to dive straight into your mouth. Hot and dominant.

Groaning against him, whatever thought of him being just a friend and a colleague evacuated the ship when you subsequently grind your hips against him where you were sure to feel his codpiece that hid something throbbing behind it.

Your tongue met his in a perfect dance. He had faltered a little, unsure what movements to make but now followed your lead and ever so slightly lowered himself against you until you were chest to chest. As your tongue fought against his, one of your hands grabbed the back of his head, pushing him more into you for more and more as you whimpered under his touch. His hand had slid under your shirt, caressing your soft skin.

Fireworks exploded in both of your stomachs that Tech had moaned your name so deliciously you found yourself mewling beneath him but that all came to an end when movement was heard outside the ship. The others had returned.

You pull away from him instantly, hating the idea of being caught but Tech didn’t budge for a moment and instead stared down at you.

Your worried eyes met his but he wasn’t worried. His eyes showed adoration and in the faintest of touches he had leaned down and placed a kiss to your forehead.

You felt safe, you felt adored and for a brief moment you felt loved.

“I think that is my favourite kiss too.” He tells you softly, quickly pecking your cheek before crawling off the top of you, reaching his hand out to pull you up. He straightened out his clothes and armour when the main door to the ship opened but he locked eyes with you one last time.

You had a feeling that your little kissing escapade may become a regular occurrence… not that you minded.

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The first thing you noticed when you had first met him in the hangar on Coruscant when you were first assigned to them was that he had a very keen interest in knowledge. You didn’t even have to ask to know what he was into as he couldn’t hardly control his info-dumping. Especially when you had taken an interest in almost everything he had to say. He had someone new to talk to, to teach and to just share his thoughts and hypotheses with. He was also quite cute you thought at first glance. His armour wasn’t as menacing. It was quirky.

But now, you couldn’t even recognise the man. Yes his info-dumping continued but now you had the pleasure of feeling him, touching him and cumming for him.

Your mind is riddled with filthy thoughts of him as well as muddled up with the longing need to have his arms around you and to just kiss him, you didn’t even notice that he was at the bottom of the steps looking up at you.

He calls out your name one last time and that’s when you gasped, jolting a little. The caf in your cup splashed onto the tips of your fingers, burning them a little but not majorly. “O-oh hi Tech!” You beamed down at him with a nervous grin, wiping your caf covered fingers onto your leg.

Tech grew concerned quickly and rushed up two steps and knelt down in front of you. “May I see?” He offered out his hand, referring to your own.

“It’s fine. Honestly.” You reassured him but Tech wouldn’t take no for an answer and flexed his fingers, prompting you.

“Please? It would certainly make me feel better. Besides, sometimes burns can be worse than they appear. And vice versa.” Tech reaches out to you and so you allow him to inspect as you place your bare hand into his own gloved one.

Fingers gentle and precise, he flips the visor down on his helmet and does a very quick analysis. You couldn’t help but hold back a small laugh at his protectiveness but you also found it quite endearing. “So,” you smirk as he held onto your hand, “what’s the rundown, Doctor?”

Tech flipped his visor back up but still maintained his hold on your hand, not particularly wanting to let go. “All seems fine. May sting for a while but it hasn’t breached your other layers of skin so you’ll be ok.”

“Well that’s good to hear.” You chimed, placing the caf that was in your other hand onto the step in front of you. “Thank you.”

“Not a problem, cyar'ika.” He muses with a blush that was hidden by his helmet but unfortunately for you, you weren’t wearing one and your cheeks burned just as much, if not more, than your fingers did.

Arching a brow at him, you sucked on the inner side of your cheek when a smirk graced your lips. “Well cyare, what’s the plan for today?”

Comically, you saw his eyes widen behind his goggles at your choice of words. He knew you were smart when it came to different languages but he never thought that you actually knew any Mando’a. So he just had to ask. “How did you know that word?”

Chuckling, you eventually pull your hand out of his grasp and rise to stand, picking up your now cold caf that you chucked away onto the floor. “I know you, Tech. Don’t think I don’t pick up small phrases here and there and then do my research.” You head back into the ship, Tech still kneeling down on the step as he watched you walk away and leaving him speechless.

He soon followed you however, removing his helmet once onboard and joined you in the cockpit. “I have a proposition.”

Swivelling to face him in the chair, you couldn’t help how he looked. Was he nervous? He was definitely twiddling with his thumbs behind his back.

“Careful,” you say, “last time you had a proposition for me it ended rather interestingly.” Pretending to look at your nails as you spoke you saw Tech shift in his spot from the corner of your eye.

How could he ever forget? His last proposition ended up with you cumming all over his fingers. The memory constantly replayed in his mind and he was still yet to change his bunk sheets.

He clears his throat, trying to control his sudden memory jolt. “Would you like to accompany me into the town? The others are there now collecting some resources and I think it would be nice to see what this backwater planet has to offer?” He spoke rather quickly, surprising yourself that you caught every word.

You dropped your hand and stared up at him with somewhat hopeful and eager eyes. “Like a date?”

Upon seeing your reaction, his nervousness flew away and his chest puffed out. “I suppose it can be considered as a date, if you’d liked it to be.” He said with a small chuckle, reaching for his datapad and tapping away. “States here that the town is only a mere ten klicks away so it won’t take us long to get there.”

You nodded along and folded your arms over your chest. “Awesome. Do you want to go in around half an hour? I need to shower and stuff.” You stand now in front of Tech who looked down at you.

He couldn’t help it but he was smitten. He kept pinching himself, thinking whatever was happening between you both was just a dream but here you were standing in front of him and his eyes reflected nothing but pure love. He loved you. So much.

When he first met you, you showed him nothing but kindness and patience. He wasn’t a materialistic man but he first spotted your beauty first. When you strode towards him in that hangar moons ago, he was breath taken. You listened and he appreciated it and then he fell for you just as quick.

“Perfect, I’ll meet you outside when you’re ready.” He nods and let’s you slide past him, giving your hand a gentle squeeze as you did leaving you a blushing fool.

The day couldn’t have gone more perfect for you and Tech. The little town itself held maybe fifty people and so you didn’t have to worry about the risk of a Separtist movement.

You both spent the day exploring, Tech never failing to fill you in on the history of the locals, the wildlife and even the buildings. For such a small town, it was so full of colour and vibrant despite it being a backwater planet. The locals were very homely and kind, offering you and Tech food and gifts at any given opportunity. Of course you declined but some you couldn’t help but accept.

Just now, you had been gifted a fruit of some kind and you thanked the man kindly, keeping it held in your hand as you and Tech walked on.

“I wonder what this is.” You comment, tossing the round and plump fruit in your hand up and down.

“The local said that it was a delicacy here on this planet. They only grow once every year. Try it.” Tech states with a smile, stopping his movement and you followed suit.

Doing as he said, you took a large bite out of the round fruit and hummed as the juices poured down the side of your chin. You didn’t expect it to be so succulent but you couldn’t deny that the taste was sublime.

Tech watched in amusement, your hand coming up to stop you completely drooling down yourself as you pulled the fruit away. “Wow.” You exclaim, wiping the residue of deliciousness off your chin.

“Does it exceed your expectations?” He enquires and all you can do is hold out the other side of the fruit to him and tell him to see for himself.

He follows your lead and takes a bite, eyes widening as he too had succulent juices pouring down the side of his mouth.

“Very ripe.” You giggle, watching as he groaned at the flavours.

“Certainly beats ration bars.” He comments, swallowing the fruit that tingled his insides. Sweet goodness.

He ate the remainder of it, knowing that he’d probably appreciate it more than you since it was very rare for him to have something as good as that but you couldn’t help but still notice he had some juice on his chin.

“Tech you got a little…” you pointed to your chin and then to him, he blushed partially and wiped his chin with the back of his hand and looked at you expectedly.

“Is it gone?” He points and you thought for a moment before taking a step closer to him.

“Here, let me.” Your voice was soft spoken, barley heard at all. Tech watched you with a fluttering heart as you place one hand on his shoulder, cursing himself for wearing his armour since he can’t physically feel your touch. You leaned in and placed your lips to his so gently that it felt like you didn’t kiss him at all. His eyes fluttered closed, the remainder of the fruit dropping out of his grasp as he hung tight to your waist with both now free hands.

You go to pull away but he chases after your lips, eagerly. “Don’t think you got it all mesh’la.” He breathes against you and you swore you could feel your lips tremble, especially as his tongue gently glides over your sealed lips.

Pulling a moan from you, you wrap your arms around the back of his neck and lean into him, bodies both pressed against one another.

You gave him the access he desires, his tongue peaking it’s interest into your mouth, meeting your own. Gently, you pulled on the back of his hair causing him to let out the sweetest of low groans you ever heard.

“We’re in public Tech.” You sighed quietly, resting your forehead against his own and he nods in agreement.

“Then you’ll be pleased to know that I saw a sign for a hotel nearby.” He said with some apprehension. “I-if that’s what you want of course.” He pulls away from you to gain your reaction.

Pulling your lower lip between your teeth, you nodded and laughed softly. “I’d like that, Tech. A lot.”

You both knew what was going to happen, it was inevitable at this point. Both of your breathing was heavy as he began to slowly guide you both to the hotel for the next. The sun was setting and his fingers were laced through your own. It was only a matter of time until you both arrived.

The ride up to the accommodating rook for you both was both long, tedious and exciting. In the elevator, Tech wrapped an arm around your waist, gentle strokes against your hip bone as your foot tapped subconsciously agaisnt the floor.

“Are you okay?” He asked gently, stroking your cheek with his free hand.

“As long as I’m with you.” You reply in a gentle tone, watching as the numbers count up as you head further and further up the building. “I will be.”

The door opened and your mouth parted as the room was displayed in front of you. It was surprisingly lovely. Terracotta coloured walls were painted round the room, the odd picture of landscapes hung on the wall with a pin. Centre of the room was a large bed covered in white soft sheets, smelling of fresh linen that flooded your senses.

It was perfect and Tech thought the same.

He turns to you, taking your hand and walks backwards towards the bed; ready to get straight to it.

You take a seat on the comfortable mattress, the bed sinking partly as Tech stood in front of you. Hands reaching up to him, you began to unclasp his armour, tossing it carelessly to the ground. He didn’t mind.

Once he was just in his blacks, his hands moved to you as he began to unbutton the civvie shirt you decided to wear and pushed it off from your shoulders. Eyes trailing over your beautiful body, Tech’s mouth watered as he realised this was the first time he had seen you topless. He also praised you silently as you removed your bra too and slung it over your shoulder with a smirk.

“Mesh’la. I’m absolutely enamoured by you.” He speaks to you but his eyes don't meet yours. He knows that he would come undone in a matter of seconds if those beautiful eyes of yours locked into his. He was already straining against his blacks, precum pooling out of his tip as he began to palm himself in front of you.

“Take your clothes off Tech.” You ordered, taking a dominant stride.

“You don’t think it would be more exciting if you helped me?” He questioned with an arch of his brow but still began to peel the top half of his blacks off at your request.

“It would be,” you tell him but move further back onto the bed, beginning to pull your pants down, “but I’d rather watch you strip for me.” You say playfully, your hand coming down between your legs as you began to gently rub over your clothed sex.

Tech was speechless. Watching you touch yourself for him as a finger hooks the sides of your panties, pulling it to the side to reveal your plump second set of lips.

“You really are something.” Tech tells you with a shake of his head, pulling down his pants and letting his cock spring free.

“Uh-huh.” You moan softly, a digit rubbing against your throbbing clit at the sight of him beginning to pump against his length. “You look so good like that, baby.”

Tech’s knees almost buckled at your nickname for him. He says your name softly and this time you push yourself up onto your knees and crawl towards him. “Come here.” You cooed, he obeyed.

He places his hands on either side of your face and moulds his lips to yours, words he so wanted to say on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t get it out. Fear of rejection plummets his mind and he goes to pull away, but then you said it. Those words.

“I love you, Tech.”

He pulls back anyway, eyes wide behind his goggles. “Y-you do?” He was trying to control the grin beaming onto his face but it wasn’t working. It was wide and his heart was imploding.

“Of course I do.” You tell him, hands on his shoulders as you place a peck to his lips. “I want you.”

Tech pushes you back onto the bed with a shove, you gasp in surprise but he’s crawling over you in a matter of seconds, lips attacking every part of your skin he can get a hold of. Hands biting into your hips before ripping your panties away from your legs in a fury of passion and soon enough a warm, wet lick is pressed against your folds sending a heatwave into your gut.

“Tech!” You squeaked at the sensation, eyes wide before becoming hazed, the feeling being like no other. The feeling of his tongue on you made your back arch, one hand gripping onto the clean sheets whilst the other took a firm hold at the back of his neck. “S-so good.”

He hummed against you, vibrations hitting against your clit as he chuckled at your pure reaction. One hand remained on your waist, securing you in place as well as providing comfort if you so needed it. Meanwhile his other hand came towards your soaked pussy, pushing a finger into you and twisting.

“Wow.” You breathe in ecstasy, hand leaving the bedding to grope your own breast.

“Going to make you cum on my mouth, darling. Then,” he sucked on your clit aggressively, loud groans erupting from your throat as he does, “then I’m going to make you cum on my cock. Going to treat you right.” He goes back to devouring your pussy, licking, slurping and sucking on your sweet spot whilst his finger plummets in and out of you rapidly.

Panting and a complete mess as you writhe against him, your hips grind to meet his tongue as he sticks it out, firm against your little nub. “Tech I’m going to-.”

“Good my love, do it. Let go.”

He brings you close, finger leaving you as he hooks both of your thighs around his arms and holds you close, tongue lapping you expertly.

You let go. Legs quivering as you came all over Tech’s mouth. Cheeks pink and chest heaving, you look down at him as he groans against you, still working with his tongue against you. “Perfect.” He mumbles against your slit.

Your head hits the back of the bed as you come down from your phenomenal climax, toes still curling as he crawls on top of you and places a kiss between your sternum and a small one to one of your breasts. “Was that sufficient?” He smiles and you answer by kissing him, tasting your sweetness against his lips.

“Perfect. Amazing. Incredible.” You breathe in between kisses. “Now I want you inside me.” You say somewhat shyly.

“Sounds like an excellent idea to me.” He mutters against your collarbone as he moves back down your body before positioning himself between your throbbing core.

He takes a hold of his length, stroking it against your glistening slit and you whimper at the touch. “You know how you asked if we’re just friends, right?” He spoke I expectedly and you nod your head, watching as he begins to tap his tip against your clit - teasing you relentlessly.

“Yes.”

“Well,” he says before thrusting inside you, tip instantly hitting against that perfect spot in you, you melted pathetically against him, “it’s never been that way for me.” He groans softly as your walls tighten around him as he slowly slides back out.

“Always,” he pants as he thrusts hard into you and then pulls out. “Loved.” Another harsh thrust follows, your eyes rolling back into your head at each penetration. “You.”

With your heart bursting on your chest and ears, Tech grasps your leg and holds it agaisnt his chest, foot over his shoulder as he began to fuck you slowly, allowing you to finally adjust to his size.

“Look at my girl. Taking me so well.” He comments with a hiss, looking up at the ceiling as he feels you tighten around his girthy length again.

“K-kriff Tech. Agh, shit - so good.” You mewl as his thighs slam against you once he picks up the rhythm and the two of you are moaning incoherently loud. There was no need to gag him this time and you were thankful. His cries of pleasure followed by his praises he showered you with were heavenly.

Tech wants a change after a few minutes, his pounding against you left you moaning and quaking for him but he wanted more. This time, he pulls out of you to much of your dismay before he lies flat on the bed and pulls you on top causing you to gasp at his quick and sudden change. “You said you wanted to do this one day, so here’s your chance sweetheart.” He smirks cockily at you, a rarity from him but it sends you feral.

You position your entrance over him before slamming down onto you his length, engulfing him completely. Your lewd moan scratched against your throat but you couldn’t help but notice how perfect you felt against him. You looked down at him and he was already looking up at you, mouth slack and eyes bright, blown and beautiful.

“You’re the most breathtaking thing in this galaxy.”

His compliment almost makes you teary eyed, never receiving such words throwin in your direction before.

“I’m so lucky.” You say with a gentle laugh, bringing one of his hands up to you and kissing his knuckles before slowly grinding against him. “Light of my life.”

Tech’s voice croaks at your meaningful words, choking on his own moan and sitting up, wrapping his arms around you as you both grind on each other. His cock is so deep in you that you feel the veins of his shaft brush against your walls which edges you and him to your ends.

“Where… where should I?” He pants, holding back just enough before he paints you with his steaming hot cum.

Your head tilts back, his hands gripping your waist whilst yours nestles in your hair and tugging on it. “I-in me. I’m protected.” A silent prayer seeps past Tech’s lips, ecstatic that he could fill you up to the brim with his seed.

“Cum with me, darling.” One hand leaves your waist and down to your clit as he vigorously rubs this thumb against it. “Maker you’re perfect.” He purrs and that was enough for you to follow through with your second orgasm of the evening.

Juices slosh all over his throbbing cock, his thrusts into your getting sloppy as he soon chases his own orgasm with his own. You could feel him fill you up so good, his white strings of ribbon already pooling out of you and down your thighs and down the side of his cock as he slowly pulls out of you.

His forehead covered in sweat and goggles a little fogged up, he wipes them clean and carefully lays you down onto the bed, kissing your cheek.

“Stay here.” He speaks so softly that you barely heard him.

“Not like I could walk anyway.” You tease, chest still heaving up and down as you try to control your heavy breathing. Your legs ached beautifully from the nights events and watched as he entered the fresher and returns with a damp towel and to your surprise, cares for you.

He wipes you clean and pours you a cup of water and tucks you into the bed before crawling in beside you.

“That was really nice Tech.” You speak before he does, nuzzling into his side as he wraps too arms around you. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you.” He tells you, kissing the side of your head. “Anything.”

You hum in content and rest your eyes, the sun outside had finally set as the room slowly plummets into darkness. “What does this mean for us?”

His question seemed tense, slightly shy as if you were just going to get up and flee so instead you engulfed him tighter and placed one last kiss to his lips. You rested your head against his chest, hearing his beautiful heartbeat.

“It means, that I’m yours.”

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“May I?” He nodded down towards the device in your hand and you handed it him over but you think it was just an excuse to brush his fingers over yours as he took it.

Heart fluttering, you looked down at a crate to keep yourself preoccupied from the touch of his digits just then. You’d be busying yourself sometimes and then out of nowhere his fingers would come into your mind and how your pussy was clenched around them just a few days before, losing your composure completely. It’s even worse when you’re with the likes of Hunter who can feel the whirring of your heartbeat.

“Our next stop is Pantora so we will pick some things up there.” He tells you, glancing back over and even Tech couldn’t hide the smile that graced his lips when you looked over at him.

“Sounds good.” You gently tugged your device back and hooked it back onto your belt when a small silence filled the air.

Your tongue poked out a little, licking along your bottom lip slowly as you thought of a conversational talking point but nothing crossed your mind. Tech couldn’t even fathom words anyway as your innocent action sent his mind into a whirlwind. He did wonder what else you could do with that tongue of yours; other than kissing.

Snapping out of his thoughts, you gave him a pointed look as if you had just asked him something and he had ignored you completely and just stared at you.

“What was that?” He asked, tone normal but he was slapping himself internally.

“I said that we should go back up.” You gestured towards the main body of the ship and Tech couldn’t help the disappointment that spread on his face, kind of enjoying this rare alone time he had with you. But he nodded in agreement – reluctantly.

“Ladies first.” He extended his hand, allowing you to move past him and you gave him a small smirk. He noticed and arched an eyebrow. “What?”

“I don’t know… you don’t really strike me as much of a gentleman-type. Quite surprising.” You tease, half joking but also half not. He never saw you as a delicate person who needed protecting but he also liked the thought of treating you with a certain care. Especially since his feelings for you have come to light.

“Well,” he pushes his goggles up and took a small step closer to you, “I think you know that I am full of surprises.”

Breath hitching as he closed the gap between you both, your hands clasping onto the crate behind you to stop you from falling over. “I-I suppose you’re right about that.” You gush, looking up to see his handsome features just inches away from your face.

“I hope that what happened the other day in regard to me helping you with your… problem, is not something you regret?” He spoke slightly hushed, hand coming up and brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Chills ran down your spine.

Your eyes closed at his delicate touch, “No, of course I don’t regret it.” You say softly, eyes meeting his. “Just seems odd because I just thought we were friends, you know?”

“Although I disclosed my feelings with you.” Tech reiterated with a soft sigh.

He wasn’t particularly fussed that you hadn’t said you liked him like that back but then again, he probably never would have told you if what happened never did happened. A small part of him hoped that something more could happen.

You remained silent for the time being, just enjoying the closeness you shared as thoughts riddled your mind. A crush on him definitely did emerge on your end but you wanted to make sure that your feelings were true and not just because he had pleasured you and declared his feelings. You wanted to be honest with yourself and with him.

With his warm breath fanning your face, you couldn’t help but move one hand away from the crate behind you and gently place it against his forearm, fingers tracing carefully over his armour. Subconsciously, Tech had leaned into your touch and you gasp slightly when his forehead rested against your own, his eyes closed. “Is this okay?” He asked.

You hummed a ‘yes’ and looked up at him through your lashes and smiling to yourself at his at peace he looked. He always busy fixing the ship, getting his hands dirty and piloting so it was nice to see him so still.

Tranquility raining over you both, you hated that it had to end as Wrecker’s voice boomed into the cargohold, both of you instantly pulling apart to act natural.

He says your name and Techs, “you guys in here?”

“We are. Is my assistance needed?” Tech asked, walking around a crate to reveal himself to his brother.

“Hunter needs you in the cockpit and you,” Wrecker points at you, “Echo needs your help.” He tells you both, completely oblivious to yours and Techs small moment of intimacy.

“We’ll be right there.” You follow after Wrecker but not before shooting Tech a smile that he returned with butterflies in his stomach.

The next evening, you were in your bunk all comfy watching a holomovie as Tech thankfully managed to fix your trusty device for you. You were one hundred percent certain that you were not going to loan it to another fellow clone for a long time unless they desperately needed it.

The movie itself was alright, just a Thriller about two rogue Bounty Hunters and this time you made sure there was no intimate scenes on. Although…

Your vulgar thoughts were interrupted when you heard the sound of someone clearing their throat and you glance over the side of your bunk, smiling down at Tech. “Hey, you alright?”

“I am.”

You looked down at Tech with an amused gleam as you notice him shift awkwardly. Maker, how adorable could he be? Tech was internally shouting at his incredible brain to say something but his mind went blank. Completely flustered.

“I’m just watching a holomovie.” You speak for him, resting your hand underneath your chin. Tech noticed your eyes flash with mischief for a second. “I wouldn’t mind some company?” You asked hopefully as you patted your firm, what you would call “mattress”, gesturing for him to come up and join you.

“S-sure.” He stutters, stripping his armour off first and tossing them into a crate for the night, leaving him in his blacks. He hauls himself up, waiting patiently for you to make some room. As you sit on your knees, his eyes go wide as he notices your bare legs. You were just in an oversized sleeping shirt, something you picked up from Pantora as you moaned about sleeping in your blacks and then wearing them all day every day. His mouth began to salivate, not even paying attention to you grabbing him an extra pillow or even smoothing out your blanket so it seemed presentable. He knows he shouldn’t be looking but he couldn’t help but wonder what they’d feel like wrapped around his bare torso.

“You coming up?” You instantly snap him out of his trance, him admiring your legs gone unnoticed as he crawled beside you but maintained a reasonable distance.

“So,” he draws out, getting comfy by stretching out his long and toned legs, “what are we watching?”

You tell him the synopsis of the movie, joking with him that you both won’t have the pleasure of watching another sensual performance which made him chuckle. The two of you fell quiet, engulfed in the movie. The silence was comfortable though there was a slight unspoken feeling in the air as you noticed his hand flop down to the side of him, fingers twitching.

Craning your neck from side to side, loosening yourself up, you copied his action and flexed out your fingers until they barely touch his. His index finger slowly traced along your digits, a warm feeling surfacing in your stomach at the sweet gesture as your fingers find themselves interlocked with his own.

The feeling was foreign to the pair of you, both never really had the time or opportunity to just hold hands with someone. Sometimes, holding ones hand can express more feelings and emotions than words could. Maybe that’s why you found yourself holding his hand a little tighter; you wanted him to stay just for a little longer.

The feelings were interrupted however when again, Wrecker came barging in. Reluctantly in both parties, your hands separated but eyes remained focused on the holomovie that was propped up at the end of your bed. You hated how cold you felt without him.

“Hey! How come you never watch movies with me?”

Not helping the giggle, you sat up and practically leaned over Tech’s legs. He lets out a small grunt, not expecting you to have your chest pressed against his thighs so quickly as you peer over at Wrecker.

Tech went to watch the holomovie, an action scene coming up but had to hold in his gasp when the shirt you wore was now riding high and the sight of your dark blue panties came into his eyeline, perfectly shaping your bum. He tried to pry his eyes away but then you shifted.

It wiggled. Tech almost passed out.

“Why? You wanna watch a movie with me one day?” You ask with a smile, bringing Tech back down to reality. Tech felt a wave of unimaginable jealousy drown him, however. The sound of your voice, laughing with his brother made his mind spiral. He had no reason to be jealous either; you wasn’t his nor was he yours.

Then, his jaw set straight when Wrecker had suggested that you should watch a horror with him followed by ‘and if you get scared, I’ll protect you’ with his chest puffed out, large and muscular pectorals practically bursting through his blacks. Something Tech didn’t really have.

You didn’t refuse the idea, and instead reached down and gave him a playful nudge on the shoulder before he bid both you and Tech goodnight. Flopping onto his bed it was followed by loud snores to come straight after.

Sat back onto your knees and pushing your hair back as it had previously been pushed forward, you look across at Tech who didn’t lift a gaze to meet yours. He looked tense and you frowned, looking down and grew red as you realised your supposedly long shirt probably revealed too much.

You turned your attention back to the holomovie but remained on your knees, somehow now too nervous to move in case Tech would get up and leave.

“Are you… okay?”

“Fine.”

Oh. He definitely wasn’t. You couldn’t imagine what could have instantly bothered him aside from Wrecker but then, it clicked and a mischievous smirk appeared on your lips.

“Really? Don’t suppose this has anything to do with Wrecker does it?” You ask in a hushed tone, leaning a little forward towards Tech from the side.

Tech’s gaze drifted towards you this time, cheeks flushed at the prospect of being caught acting jealous. “Not at all.” He lied, trying to be unfazed by your insinuation.

“No?” You hum, this time however you moved between his legs, one leg set in the middle of his as you crawled up to him. “Then I suppose you wouldn’t mind me watching a movie with him.” You tilt your head, innocently looking into the eyes of the handsome clone in your bunk.

“Not a problem.” He stiffened. Everywhere.

“Good. I’m going to go wake him in that case.” You chirped, sitting up straight and about to jump off your bed when his arms wrapped around you, dragging you back. Your eyes widened and you squeaked at his sudden dominance as he pinned you down, hovering over you before his lips pushed down to meet yours. It only lasted a second or two however as he pulled away, suddenly anxious.

“M-my apologies. I don’t know what came over me. I should ask to kiss you, I just-”

You cut him off, leaning up and placing a kiss back to his lips. “It’s okay.” You say softly, feeling the tension practically fly out of the ships windshield, “I don’t mind.” You hummed, one hand reaching towards the back of his neck as you brought him back down to you where a fury of passion reignited.

Tech missed the feeling of his lips against yours but never forgot how sweet they tasted. Pure euphoria.

You pulled away for a second, whipping your head to the side to reach out and pull on a small string, the curtain to your bunk enclosing you both in as both his and your hands explored each other.

Hand against his chest, it trailed down slowly and you could swear if you had some flimsi you could highlight every glorious feature. Although, by far his eyes were your favourite feature, you couldn’t help but feel enamoured by what was growing between his legs.

Fingertips brushing over his bulge, Tech lets out a small whimper of pleasure.

“This okay?”

“More than okay mesh’la.” He breathes with a shaken breath, lips grazing yours as he spoke.

Tech manoeuvred his hands down your body, fingers often biting down into your hips. His hands moved towards your cheeks and gave them a soft squeeze before his hand moved to cup your sex but you stopped him, grabbing his hand. He gave you a shocked and nervous look and asked if he did something wrong but you shook your head.

“Let me return the favour this time.”

He was about to ask what you meant but you managed to flip over him, straddling his waist. The feeling of your now dampened panties rubbing against his crotch made his hips jolt involuntary. “Wow.” He breathed at the sight of you on top of him, practically glowing. His pupils were blown with a mixture of lust and adoration.

“You like me like this, baby?” You purred, teasing him as you slowly drove yourself over him and trying to sustain the pleasurable feeling of his rock hard length pressing against your sex.

Poor man couldn’t even fathom a response so nodded his head quickly, watching you grind against him.

“Maybe I’ll do this properly for you… another time?” The suggestion was bold. Practically telling him that you wanted to fuck him just as bad as he wanted to fuck you. He couldn’t believe his luck and again nodded followed by a faint ‘only if you want to, darling’. Maybe he was a gentleman after all.

“For now however,” you smirk at him, pushing away your slight nervousness just then and moved down his legs until you were at his feet and your hands could play with the waistband of his blacks, “let me see what I missed out on last time.”

Tech helped you instantly, pushing his hips up to allow you to free him from the tight restraints of his blacks.

“I-it may not be up to you standard as it’s just average.” Tech rambled innocently but as his cock sprung free you couldn’t help the beyond satisfied whimper that poured out of your mouth.

His cock was throbbing, covered in delicious veins that ran along his large shaft that had the odd freckle decorated on it. His tip, swollen with a wonderful pinkish hue to it against his tan skin – leaking with pearly white precum.

“Tech,” you inhale sharply, hands moving to push your loose hair out of your face as you peered down at him, “you’re so beautiful.”

The compliment was a pleasant surprise for Tech and his insecurity dwindled, especially when your warm hand clasped the bottom of his shaft and gave it an experimental pump.

Tech bit his lip, trying to maintain his moan but as you lowered yourself to his level and your tongue stuck out, he knew he couldn’t suppress his eagerness for any longer.

One long and slow slick up the side of his cock made Tech moan. Loud. Obnoxiously loud. You pulled away, hissing at him to keep it down in the fears of others hearing.

He nodded, apologising, but as you did it again he moaned probably in a lower octave but still loud.

“Tech, you need to be quiet.” You speak softly, not wanting him to feel bad about his pleasure because by all means, if you two were by yourselves you’d want him to be even louder.

“Sorry.” he says again, hand coming to hold the back of your head, fingers caressing your hair. “Just feels too good to be true.”

His words made you blush and then an idea popped into your head. You sat on your knees again, Tech watching in awe as your hands went under your shirt and you tugged down your panties. Mouth slack as he caught a small glimpse of your glistening lips. He didn’t realise you had crawled back up to him until you spoke. “Open.”

His eyes widened in shock. Little did you know that this had always been a fantasy of his that he had never participated in. Being gagged by a pair of worn panties, in particular, yours.

He did as he was told and you carefully slipped them into his mouth and he groaned softly as he could taste your sweetness on the fabric as well as smell your incredible musk. “That should do the trick.” You tease, tapping the tip of his nose as he positioned yourself back to where you were with his cock just inches away from your mouth.

With one swift movement, your mouth was over his tip, swirling his precum with the tip of your tongue before lowering yourself even further down onto him until your nose brushed against his coarse hairs.

The gag definitely worked as his wanton moan was drowned out, eyes shutting tightly as he swore.

Nothing but obscene noises was heard from then on. From the sounds of Techs grunting, silenced pleads and explosive moans to your sloppy, panting and wet sounds against his cock – you were glad that the holomovie in the back was still playing as you would’ve been certain that the sound of you sucking his hard cock would awakened the ship.

One of your hands cupped his balls, a scorching feeling for Tech as he looks at you through hazy eyes as sweat dripped down his forehead. He looked absolutely divine all gagged up and looking like a hot mess. “Taste so good.” You compliment, devouring him some more as your tongue travelled against his veins.

Your eyes closed as you tasted him, moaning against him which sent incredible vibrations through his body. His toes were curling and his hand was back on your head again, hold firm but with some gentleness to it.

“M-maker, ugh, I’m not gonna last long.” He said, mouth muffled by the lovely dark blue fabric in his mouth.

Your lips whipped into a smirk against him and so you kept going relentlessly. The right pressure of your mouth against him, followed by the soft squeeze of his balls in your warm hand made Tech erupt and lavished your tongue, teeth and mouth with his warm seed that poured and poured into you. There was so much, some drizzled down your chin which you wiped away with the back of your hand.

Slowly, you pulled away and looked across at Tech who was still coming down from his high, legs spasming from the aftershock.

Tech looked at you, reaching his hand to his mouth and removed the make-shift gag and smiled. “That was incredible. You looked incredible.” He gushes over you followed by his cheeks burning red hot as he realised you swallowed every drop of him.

“I hope it was okay.” You say shyly with a short laugh, running your hand through your messed up hair from where he gripped on a little too tightly

“Like I said – incredible.”

You tell him you’re just going to nip to the refresher to grab some wipes for yourself and for him, sliding on a pair of shorts before hand. He nods, gently bringing your hand to his lips before you left.

Upon your return, you haul yourself up but freeze to the sight of Tech completely passed out and snoring away. You watched him for a moment, seeing him so at peace and lean across to drape your blanket over him which he instantly tucked into and rolling on his side.

You hear another yawn, this time coming from Wrecker and you glance down to see his sleepy eyes doze open and he smiles at you. “What you doin’?”

“Just came back from brushing my teeth and Tech is passed out in my bunk.” He chuckles at your response.

“I’d suggest sharing with me if ya wanted but I don’t think Tech would be happy abou’ that.” He yawned again, eyes closing

“What makes you say that?” You ask, genuinely surprised that Wrecker has noticed something. Hopefully it wasn’t the ludicrous sounds just then.

Wrecker chuckles, his voice deep. “Knew it from the moment he laid eyes on you. Never seen that guy so ‘appy to be around anyone.”

For what seemed like the thousandth time today, you blushed. “R-really?” He tried to sound casual and not at all surprised but it didn’t work.

“Yep. But, you’re just friends, right?” Wrecker asked, opening his cybernetic eye to glance up at you as you stood still on the ladder that separated your bunk from his. Eyes trailing over to Tech, you felt the feeling. It was definitely not just friends anymore. It wasn’t for him and now it wasn’t for you. You wanted more.

“Yeah Wrecker,” you say softly but with a lie; not wanting to disclose this with anyone but Tech, “just friends.”

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“But this is just my holopad?” You counter, wanting him to show another hint of what he initially meant to you.

“Which is a needed device. You need it to keep track of data, transferring files, listening to reports, catching up on the latest galactic news.” He answers swiftly, not taking his eyes away from his tinkering.

You decided to let it slide for the time being, not saying much more and just nodding in acceptance to which Tech thanked you internally for.

So, you pressed play on the movie and sat back watching, positioning it so you both could see if Tech so chooses to join in.

When you had first climbed into his bunk, he was completely flustered and slightly embarrassed. Aside from Wrecker, his bunk was easily the messiest. It didn’t smell as bad as Wrecker’s due to the food he often left there for days on end but his bunk had wires hanging out, tools at the end of his bed, not a very comfortable setting which is mainly why he didn’t sleep in it.

But, he decided to have some downtime of his own and was not at all phased when you asked him to help. Besides, how could he refuse those pretty eyes?

You were watching the movie, somewhat into it and somewhat not but then your mouth dropped open as the whole scene changed and nothing but erotic relations began to appear. “Oh.”

Tech glanced up from his work, eyes slightly widening behind his yellow tinted goggles. “Well that certainly was not in the movie description.”

“I just thought it was about Bounty Hunters travelling through space and saving a senator?” You gaped, cheeks flushed as you find your eyes tearing away from the screen but not necessarily pausing it. You had lowered the volume however as the actress began moaning a little more erratically than before.

“As did I.” He kept his eyes in the screen and then his eyes trailed over to you, noticing your flustered state. “Feel free to turn it off if it makes you uncomfortable.”

It wasn’t necessarily the movie that had made you uncomfortable, it was who you were watching the movie with.

You cleared your throat and shook your head. “No, it’s fine…. Are you uncomfortable?” You then asked, glancing at him.

He shook his head. “I’m not if you’re not. Besides, sexual intercourse is a very natural process and has its benefits such as providing us with dopamine and oxytocin-”.

“Tech please,” you cut him off, not wanting to appear rude, “I am aware of what sex can do for us beneficially.”

He looked a little embarrassed but should have guessed that you knew about sex, probably more than he did. He wasn’t exactly one to go looking for someone to have sex with, the thought rarely crossing his mind but couldn’t help the twinge of jealousy that shot through him whenever he had heard you go off to someone’s place.

“Ah, yes, I apologise.”

“No need.” You smile gracefully up at him before resuming watching the movie. The actors/actresses were in a very intense position, her body shaking violently as what you could only imagine was her acting out her climax.

You scoffed and Tech glanced back at you, the tinkering of your holopad having stopped to watch whatever was happening on his own. “What is it?” He questioned.

“I don’t know it’s just,” you nod your head down to the movie popped against your legs, “seems unrealistic? If she’s going to, y’know,” you found yourself blushing a little, finding it bizarre that you’re having this conversation with one of your teammates, “then I thought they would ought to make it seem real. Nobody can do it that quick.”

“Do what?”

You stared at him, an embarrassed look in your eyes. “You know…”

“Orgasm?”

You shushed him in the fears someone would hear but nobody had stirred or made a comment or laugh so you were both in the clear. “Yes that… I prefer to use the term ‘cum’ but yes, to orgasm.” You exasperated in a hushed tone, turning down the volume of the movie all the way to mute.

Tech had moved your holopad to the side, sitting up a little straighter than before and he has to say, he was lucky that the lower half of his blacks was covered by his blanket and that you were on top of it rather than under. It appeared that all this talk about sex, plus the scene that was just played out to them as well as the fact that you, a beautiful person who had been attracted to for so long,even develop small feelings for, was in his bunk did excite him a little too much.

He took a gamble at his next set of words. “Is that why you are always tense?”

The question, as expected, caught you off guard. “What do you mean?” You asked as you turned onto your side, laying down a little into a more comfortable position despite what he just said.

“Well, given your disbelief of what we just saw about a woman reaching a climax like that so soon I can only wonder if that’s because of your choice of suitors?” He pushed his goggles back up his nose a little as he now had to crane his neck to look down at you.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek. Was it that obvious? Sure you got called moody sometimes by Echo and Hunter when things don’t go your own way but doesn’t most people react like that? He wasn’t lying though, your ‘suitors’ as Tech called them, have been less than - well - let’s say adequate. They tend to focus more on themselves rather than you which made you leave swiftly in the middle of the night, ignoring the amused smirk of Wrecker as you came crawling back into the Marauder with your hair a mess but looking royally pissed off.

“I-I don’t know what you mean.” You folded your arms over your chest, not wanting to admit what he said was true but Tech could see right through you.

“Of course you do but I will not question it any further.” Tech said simply.

Your side-eyed him for a moment, your arms unfolding as you began to play with your fingers instead before mumbling, “They’ve been pretty shit.”

Tech chuckled at your admission but stopped when he noticed him shoot him a glare. “It’s not funny, it’s embarrassing.”

“Why are you embarrassed?”

“Just am.”

“I don’t see why.” Tech told you, now moving onto his side and laying down, still keeping a respectable distance away from you. “It’s their problem for not satisfying you.”

Some reason, you were unconvinced, slightly feeling insecure. “I don’t know,” you mumble, dropping your hands to rest against your stomach, laying on your back and looking up to the ceiling of his bunk, “maybe it is my problem.”

Tech felt somewhat bad that he made you speak about this but he was certain that it wasn’t you that was the problem. “I doubt it. Forgive me if this is forward and you need not to answer but have you ever orgas- or ‘cum’ as you so put it?”

“Tech!” You squeaked, your hands instantly covering your face at his bold as asking, your voice hushed and muffled behind your hands. “W-why would you ask me that?” You ask, embarrassed.

Tech felt his cheeks heat up. “Well I figured that we are friends and you wouldn’t mind having this conversation me. Especially after what we’ve seen and talked about just before. Apologies if I made you uneasy.”

“You didn’t make me uneasy, it’s just a very bold question.” You pulled your hands away from your face, you fingers slightly dragging against your skin before they rest back on your stomach. “But to answer your question,” Tech’s head perked up, pleasantly surprised that you were going to answer, “I obviously have done but only if I’ve done it myself here.”

Here? He screamed in his head. He tried to suppress his groan that was threatening to spill from his lips as his length tightened against his blacks. Why had it never occurred to him that you would have at least once pleasured yourself here in his ship? Your bunk was directly opposite his own too and he had seen you draw the curtains close, even if you were not sleeping.

“Oh.” Was the only words that he could manage out.

You slowly nodded, breath hitching in your throat as the conversation soon died down. Why had he asked you that but not questioned much after that? Was it a shock? There was a tension in the air and you began to panic, wondering if this had ruined your friendship.

“I-I should get back to my bunk,” you sat up, legs instantly dangling over the side of his bunk, being careful to not accidentally boot Echo in the head from behind his curtain, “I’ll grab my holopad tomorrow.”

“Wait!” Tech called out, cursing for his slightly raised voice, reaching out and taking a hold of your upper arm, stopping you from jumping down.

You looked over your shoulder at him, seeing him now sat up as well and you couldn’t help but feel the heat of his gloved hand around your arm seep through. “Yeah?”

He cleared his throat, pulling his hand away but as he did you scooted back onto the bunk, crossing your legs as you sat, “I have a proposition, i-if you want to hear it?”

Your eyes widened a little after hearing his small stutter, something that you never heard. What was he going to ask that suddenly made him, the calmest and most collected batch mate, to stutter?

Nodding for him to continue, Tech paused for a moment before leaning beside you, unhitching his own makeshift curtain to his bunk and drawing it shut and enclosing you both in. “With your permission of course and my range of knowledge in this area from what I have researched, I would… well, I would be happy to assist you in releasing your tension through the use of releasing endorphins-”

“Are you asking to fuck me, Tech?”

Tech stopped his rambling at your direct and whispered question, mouth parting as he stared at you. You didn’t look horrified at the thought, in fact, you seemed intrigued.

“N-not sex per say, I was talking more about using my hands to help stimulate you.”

You stayed silent for a while, again chewing on the inside of your cheek as you thought about the proposition that was literally sat beside you

“This is just me asking as a friend. I will not be offended if you were to decline.”

“Just a friend helping out a friend, right?” You asked with some signs of innocence, eyes locking onto his. He gulped and nodded.

You inhaled sharply, a sudden pool of heat settling between your legs. You couldn’t believe yourself as the words ‘okay then’ left your lips.

Tech breathed out slowly, his fingers twitching as you both looked at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move.

“Should I?” You nod down towards the bottoms of your blacks, hands resting on the hem as you slowly tugged at them.

“Allow me.” Tech answers, sitting on his knees at the other end of his bunk, your legs now in front of him.

You watched in anticipation as he leaned forward, his hands grazing your hips before his fingers found the band of your pants and began tugging them down slowly. His fingers, warm, traced along you skin as he did and he felt his breath hitch when he noticed that you already weren’t wearing any panties underneath your blacks.

Leaning back, your back hitting the pillow behind you, you watched as Tech pulled your pants all the way off, folding them up and placing them to the side before his eyes were trained on your legs that were pushed together.

Gently, his hands land on your shins before slowly sliding up past your knees and to your thighs. His fingers dug gently into your skin, palming your thighs as he massaged at your legs to loosen you up.

Your hand rested against your face, fingers digging into skin as your pinky finger traced over your lips, gently biting away the nervousness that was bubbling inside you as you watched him begin to spread your legs, the cool air of the ship wafting over your bare sex.

Tech’s cock was rock solid now, your pussy was already glistening with your slick for him. The thought of you being wet just for him caused him to moan softly at the sight, removing a glove from one hand then the other before tracing a finger along the inside of your thigh.

He was teasing you, you could see it on his face despite him not looking at you.

“Tech.” You whimpered, wanting this more than before as your hips buckled a little, gesturing you wanted touch.

His eyes landed on you though you were watching his hands and his focus maintained on you as he slowly traced his index finger against your delicate and soft folds, watching as your eyes rolled back, eyelids closing.

He kept doing this for a while more, collecting the slick on his index finger. Half tempted, he wanted to lick his finger but didn’t know if it was pushing too far so he went against it for now and instead slowly began to push his finger into you, followed by a soft moan from you.

Tech shifted positions, scooting a little closer to you as he began to pump his finger in and out of you, clenching his jaw as he feels you tighten your walls around his digit, watching your head lull back, your fingers flexing as you figure out what to touch so you settle on his blanket.

“This good so far?” He whispers, purely intoxicated by the sound of the soft squelching of your pussy as he begins to pick up the speed.

You could barely manage a response, besides, you were trying so hard not to explosively moan in the fears of waking the others. The feeling of his finger, followed by a second that he slid in made your back arch, your hand covering your mouth as he dived into you knuckle deep, his fingers rotating around inside you.

Tech chewed on his lower lip, his free hand coming to your hip and squeezing it gently as he hit against the spongy bit inside you; eyes blown wide at the reactions he was pulling from you. “You’re doing well.” He whispers to you though you could barely hear him through the sound of your quiet moans and groans.

“F-faster, please.” You begged quietly, eyes still closed. Now, you just wanted him to fuck you relentlessly with his fingers. He obeyed, quickening up his pace, fingers shooting in and out of you so quick that your legs began to shake, just as much as the actresses did in that movie though you were nowhere near to reaching your high.

Then, he pulled out of you. You opened your eyes to see what he was doing but gasped as he crawled over the top of you, an arm snaking around the back of your neck that he could clamp his hand over your mouth if he wanted to. His other hand now slid down your body, grazing your stomach before his hand landed between your legs again. “This okay?” He asks, gesturing to the proximity of him being so close, foreheads almost touching.

You nodded, gulping before your eyes fluttered closed again as Tech wasted no time in inserting his long and talented fingers back into you. “Tech…” you moan his name softly, music to his ears.

“Good girl… is this what you’ve been missing? My expertise?” He said quietly, still wary of others as his fingers became soaked under your touch, fingers rapid as they penetrate your core and making the most sexy sound.

“Mhm.” You nodded frantically, your hand coming up and resting on his shoulder, buckling your hips against him to get more friction.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. It was so wrong but it felt so right, so completely filthy but a need at the same time. Your eyes opened, looking up at him as he kept his gaze on the action between your legs, licking his lips.

He was so hot. Physically to look at and physically to touch. How had you not seen it before? His chiselled jaw, expressive eyes and as you look down his body, you noticed the huge bulge in his pants that made you whimper.

His gaze then snapped up to you, the pair of you locking eyes as his pace slowed. “You alright?” He says gently, his hand around the back of your neck gently caressing your cheek.

“Y-yeah.” You stammered, breath taken.

“How’s this?” He then asks and you let out a small yelp of pleasure as his thumb slid over your throbbing clit. His hand clamped shut over your mouth as you tried to regulate your breathing but Tech became relentless, rubbing circles against your clit meanwhile his fingers began pushing in and out of you again.

You swore underneath his hand, body twitching from under his touch. You could feel the need to slam your legs together shut but Tech noticed, moving a leg to sit in between your own and spreading your legs even further apart.

“Knew I could make you feel so good… Maker, you’re dripping.” He leans down, whispering into your ear little praises to push you over the edge. Your hand on his shoulder moved to the back of his neck, gently tugging on him causing him to moan at your action, a smirk appearing. “Look at what I’m doing to you,” he spoke more to himself than to you, fingers deep in you and you were certain he added in a third finger as he began working his way at your clit, “writhing underneath me.”

“Oh, Tech..you’re so, agh, so good at this.” You mewled, pulling his hand away from your mouth and hiding your face into the crook of his neck, your breathing hot against his skin as you tried to hide your obscene moans.

He chuckles darkly, pulling his fingers out, tips of fingers wrinkled slightly from yourjuices before just focusing on your clit, using two fingers to rub against you. “Gods, so perfect.” He moves the hand from the back of your neck further down your body, hooking around your back and bringing you closer to him. “So perfect.” He repeated as you whimpered into his neck, toes curling in ecstasy.

“I need you, Tech.” You breathe, your lips grazing over his neck which elicited a small jerk of his hips, bulge now pressing against your stomach.

“I’m here.” He whispers, teasingly pinching your sensitive nub between two fingers causing you to squirm before he goes back to the technique he was using before. “Always been here for you.”

You tried not to let his words get to you but it made your heart skip a beat at his choice of words.

“Fuck, darling, always wanted to see you like this.” The words slipped out graciously but that’s when you pulled out from his neck, hand firmly pressed to his shoulder to get him to look at you.

He knew what he said as soon as you gave that reaction, his hand pulling away from you as he gazes down, cheeks pink and eyes wide with worry. He had hoped you didn’t think this was just a tactic he had used to worm himself into your pants, it was a lot more to it than that. He wanted to help you but he couldn’t deny the underlying feelings he had for you along the way.

“Just friends… right?” You whispered, eyes searching behind his goggles and he didn’t respond, his jaw tightened and his hand rested gently against your thigh.

His silence was your answer. You found your hands coming up to either side of his face, fingers taking a hold of his goggles before pulling them up and resting them against his forehead. For the first time in months, your eyes met his without the yellow tinge to hide his true colour. Lines of red ringed around the skin of his eyes from the tightness and constant wearing of his goggles. You felt your skin shudder as his honey brown eyes pierced into your own. He was so beautiful. So beautiful that you leaned into him, lips finally pressing against his in a passionate embrace.

Surprised at your reaction, Tech kissed back instantly and hummed against your lips in pleasure as you guided your hand back to your sex where he rubbed on your clit so intensely you felt the fire bubble away in your gut. Your legs beginning to shake again as you whisper for him to make you cum against his lips, begging.

“I’m gonna… oh fuck.” You whimper silently as you hit your high, your face burying into his shoulders as you wrapped your arms around him as you chased your orgasm.

“That’s it cyare,” he praises, rubbing circles into your back soothingly, “good girl.”

Your mind was clouded, completely amazed by Tech and his touch. He brought you to your first orgasm that didn’t come from just you and also admitted something else to you but for now, you wanted to rest.

“I’m tired now.” You laugh softly, pulling away from him, watching him sit up and grab your pants for you and assisting you with pulling them on.

“That’s a pretty normal reaction to have after experiencing such feelings. If you’d like you can have my bunk for the night and I shall let you rest?” He asked and your eyes widened.

“Oh, erm, do you not want to share? For tonight?” You offered with hopeful eyes, wondering why he thought you would prefer to be on your own.

Tech was surprised by then again, given your previous actions it would be silly of them to suddenly back away from you. “Very well.” he smiles, extending his arm and offering you to cuddle into him which you do without any hesitation, your head resting on his chest as he pulls the blanket over you both.

“Tech?” You asked after a short time of silence, just enjoying his company. He hummed for you to continue.

“Is it true? That you like me more than a friend?” You ask, lifting your head to look at him as he leaned against his pillow.

“Yes. Although, I didn’t mean to express my feelings like that. It just seemed the time was right and it came out haphazardly. I am not one to complain however if you are comfortable with this situation?” Bless, he sounded nervous as he spoke but as you leaned down to kiss his lips once more, he smiled.

“I’d very much like to see how this can go further.”

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His inquisitive "Well?" breaks your reverie, snapping you out of your thoughts. His frowning gaze meets your momentarily blank expression, making you feel like you've been gawking at him as if he has three heads.

"Oh, erm," you stammer, not eager to revisit those dreams, "just like... death, I guess." It's not far from the truth.

You glance back at him, finding his gaze unwavering. "You must dream about it a lot."

Your heart twinges, realising that Crosshair has likely seen your internal struggle more than once, and it's possible that the others have noticed too. It's not every time you sleep, but it happens often enough for someone to say, ‘oh, another one?’.

"Yeah, I guess," you admit.

The ship falls into a comfortable silence, with only the typical hum of the engines and the faint, rhythmic tapping of Crosshair bouncing his knee. His silence doesn't bother you; it's not unusual, and merely being in his company is enough, especially with your lingering crush.

Moments pass until he suddenly looks at you, his eyes piercing, a code you can never fully decipher. Your legs feel like jelly, and you momentarily forget how to breathe.

"You should go back to sleep," he orders abruptly. However, for that fleeting moment, there's a softness in his tone when he meets your gaze. "Long day ahead tomorrow."

You nod softly, releasing a deep exhale, breath-taken as usual when he speaks to you. "I suppose. Goodnight."

He doesn't respond with the same words, instead emitting a subtle grunt, his own version of 'goodnight.' But tossing and turning brings no relief as you fail to fall back asleep.

Uncertain whether your inability to sleep is due to the fear of more nightmares or the worry of disturbing Crosshair, you let out a subtle sigh. To your surprise, Crosshair remains awake.

"Can't sleep?"

"Nope," you say, emphasising the 'p'. You turn your head to see Crosshair has maintained the same position for nearly an hour now. He sits in his stark, stoic silence. "What about you?"

"I don't need to," he mutters, reaching under his bunk to retrieve his rifle and a cloth. His hands move with precision and care as he idly cleans his most prized possession, a ritual he performs with unwavering focus.

You watch him for a moment, your eyes tracing the graceful movements of his hands. Then, you return your gaze to the dull and boring ceiling above you. A minute or two later, something shifts, and the whole galaxy seems to pause as Crosshair stands over you, his expression stoic. "Move up."

You blink up at him, words caught in your throat. "Huh?"

"Move," he commands, taking a step closer. His voice holds a hint of determination. "Up."

And you comply, shifting your position to make room for him.

He lays down, and the atmosphere in the cramped bunk is charged with tension. Both of you are stiff, shoulder to shoulder, staring at the ceiling, your hearts pounding in the confined space.

Summoning your courage, you turn your head to face him. "Why are you in my bunk?"

You see him suck on the inside of his cheek, a subtle sign of his nerves, and you wonder what's going through his mind. He turns to face you, his face incredibly close, his piercing eyes locking onto yours. "Do you want me to leave?"

You find yourself briefly lost in the depths of his eyes, drawn into their enigmatic allure, but you snap out of your trance before it becomes awkward, shaking your head slightly. "No," you whisper softly, your heart fluttering as you watch him turn his head away to gaze at the ceiling once more.

A silence descends once again, a little more comfortable than the last, and just as you begin to relax, you're nearly startled when you feel his fingers, with the utmost gentleness, twitch toward yours.

You hold your breath, uncertain if it was accidental, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, his fingers gradually interlace with yours. Slowly, you close your hand, allowing the realisation to sink in that you are holding Crosshair's hand.

Crosshair remains quiet for a while, and you don't mind the silence. However, when he does speak, his voice is barely above a whisper. "You can sleep into me," he says, his voice tinged with a hint of nervousness, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "If it would help you sleep better."

"Really?"

"Yes," he replies swiftly, anticipating your question. "Cuddle... into me."

How could you resist such an invitation?

You quietly shift onto your side, laying your head in the crook of his torso and armpit, your arm draping delicately over his toned frame. If this wasn't an innocent gesture, you might have melted at the sensation of his body against yours.

You half-expected him to flee, second-guessing his decision, but instead, he chuckles lowly. "Don't be scared, come closer." His words send a pleasant shiver down your spine, and you shake off any distracting thoughts, pressing yourself more firmly against him and sighing contentedly.

But nothing feels better than when his arms snake around you, pulling you close, and he lays a hand on the back of your head, gently massaging your hair.

Your eyes flutter closed, and you hum in delight. "Crosshair, you don't need to do this," you comment shyly after a few minutes.

"If I didn't want to, I wouldn't," he replies, gently meeting your gaze. For a brief moment, your gazes fully lock, not just fleeting glances. His eyes roam your face and pause briefly at your lips, but he doesn't give in. Instead, he smiles, a soft and rare expression.

"Go to sleep now, darling."

As soon as your eyes fall shut, you drift off into a peaceful slumber, and not a single nightmare disturbs your rest.

Masterlist

More Crosshair Works

Hunter:

Hunter is clingiest after long/particularly intense missions. You soothe him a lot, and the first thing he does when he sees you again is pull you into his arms and bury his face in your neck, trying to engulf his senses in you

He really just wants to be as close as humanly possible to you. Particularly likes lying on his stomach with his arms around your waist and his face buried against your chest. Sometimes that's all he wants, just to rest/sleep like that, completely pressed against you

Other times, he gets handsy. His clinginess/neediness comes across like impatience, his hands slipping under your shirt to roam over your skin greedily. Presses his face into your neck, pressing hot, messy kisses along your skin as he groans "please, baby…"

In moments like this, he would do pretty much anything you asked of him. He just needs to be touching you, needs to fill his senses with you. There are a few things that drive him especially crazy though: playing with/pulling his hair, or dropping your voice to something really quiet/soft and giving him an instruction like "look at me" or "hands behind your back"

Occasionally really likes playing around with sensory deprivation specifically through blindfolding. It forces him to focus entirely on the feeling of your hands on him, the sound of your voice against his ear. He gets so worked up he visibly trembles, every touch feeling so much more intense when he can't see it coming

Gets really vocal when he's being dominated. At any other time, he keeps his noises to a minimum, more just like heavy breathing and quiet grunts. When he's feeling needy and submissive, though, he lets the whole stoic soldier thing slip entirely. Is a whimperer. Will moan so much he'll feel the need to try to stifle it against a pillow or your neck. Pull on his hair and force him to look you in the eye and he'll break. Might just sob and beg you for more :)

Loves giving you oral in general but if you're particularly demanding about it it drives him crazy. Wants you to tangle your hand in his hair and yank his head down. Mutters praises or pleas between your thighs: "you taste so good, baby" or a breathless "tell me to keep going, tell me you like it"

Lets you play with his knife with him, letting you drag the cold metal of the flat side along his overheated skin, tracing the lines of scars or tattoos along his chest. Turn the knife and use just a tiny bit of pressure, not enough to break skin but enough for him to feel the potential, and massage his cock with your other hand. He'll be a panting, moaning, whimpering mess

Tech:

Gets a little needy when he's mentally overstimulated or coming down from intense focus. Doesn't even really realize it, he just knows that he needs to be near you. Likes to pull you into his lap and hold you close with an arm around your waist. Wants the tactile input of your body to keep him from getting lost in his own head

Will get mildly annoyed if you try to get up/stop touching him, his grip on you tightening a little as he dryly asks if you're uncomfortable or require something

When Tech is feeling really clingy/needy, he likes when you tell him what to do. It's often when he's mentally exhausted so having you direct him is almost kinda soothing. Guide his hands to show him how you want him to hold you, tell him to kiss you, tell him to take his armor off, etc.

Having you boss him around is almost kind of an aphrodisiac for him tbh lol. It gets him all hot and bothered if you take on a really authoritative tone and tell him what to do. And when he's feeling particularly needy, he doesn't even talk back where he typically would. He just goes still, heart rate spiking, and then obeys whatever it is you told him to do

He's really linguistically driven tbh and dirty talk kinda almost hits him harder than some physical stimulation sometimes. Describe exactly what you're doing to him or what you want him to do and he loves it, but he especially loves when you use praise mixed with commands. Getting him so worked up that he finally stops talking for once and then telling him that he's being so good and quiet for you, or telling him specific things that you love about the way he's responding. His words will get all clippy and his voice goes up higher and breathier as he tries to respond

Gives a lot of attention to your neck and chest, kisses getting a little sloppy where they'd normally be very precise around your sensitive spots. His own need spikes significantly when you do the same because his chest and nipples are extremely sensitive. Pin his wrists down and focus your attention to his chest and he will lose all composure. Using your teeth or even just a firm rub of your palms over his chest will have him arching off the bed. Makes these small, high-pitched hitched sounds that he can't control

Sometimes he'll get so caught up in the sensations and your voice that he gets kinda sensory overloaded. But when he's in that submissive headspace he won't try to "fix" the problem, he'll just kinda whine and look at you for permission to let go. Likes when you tell him it's okay for him to cum

Is always pretty vocal about how much he loves you, telling you frequently and almost always addressing you as "love" or "darling", but when he's needy and submissive and trembling with pleasure sometimes all he can think to say is that he loves you, over and over and over in a shaky, broken voice

Generally after sex he's not overly affectionate but when he's feeling clingy he's like. Really clingy after. Holds you very firmly against him and again gets annoyed if you try to get up

Wrecker:

Wrecker is super physically affectionate, but that doesn't necessarily mean he's clingy, so when he actually does get all needy it's VERY noticeable. Doesn't just hug you, wants to lean his entire weight into you lol. He's careful cause he knows he's huge but he'll find ways to rest against you

Wants to just be kissed all over and told he's good/handsome/strong/whatever. Wants you to be super firm with him and hold him REALLY tight, like as tight as you possibly can like you're trying to crush him against you. He NEEDS it

Fucking loves when you praise him and craves it even more when he's feeling needy. Anything, from telling him he's doing some normal everyday thing well to during sex when you tell him how well he's taking it. Loves when you take charge and like ride him while telling him how good he feels and how big he is, he will literally start trembling, letting out really low, rough moans

Gets anxious if you're quiet and will literally beg for you to tell him how it feels. He wants to be told exactly how much he's pleasing you. Groans out "Is it good? Do you like when I do that? Tell me, baby, please tell me…"

Has insane stamina and his recovery time is almost nonexistent, and he LOVES when you take advantage of that. Wants you to use him till he's completely spent. He can handle a lot of intensity and he wants to see how many times you can make him cum. When you keep going even after he's finished, not stopping, not letting him gather himself, his voice breaks into breathless, gravelly sobs of pleasure. He WANTS to be completely overwhelmed by you

Likes when you use your authority to compensate for any size difference. Demand that he keep his hands behind his head or tell him he's not allowed to touch you while you use him, and just like the psychological weight of obeying you even though he's physically bigger/stronger makes him feel extremely needy. Will beg and beg and beg to touch you, babbling promises about fucking you harder or making you cum again if you just let him touch

Crosshair:

Crosshair is clingy/needy a lot, but would absolutely never admit it. You'd also never be able to guess if you were observing the two of you around other people. He keeps things pretty lowkey in public, doesn't cling, and touches are very subtle/not noticeable to other people. As soon as the two of you are alone, though, he is a BABY

He wants your attention on him in some way and he'll get it however he can. Anything from randomly poking you to literally just lying down and putting his head in your lap, waiting for you to touch him. Still acts like he's doing YOU a favor by letting you pet him

Wants you to hold him and kiss him and give him lots of praise even while he scoffs and rolls his eyes. He totally loses his edge when he's really needy though, just falls silent and lets you give him the affection he craves so badly

Still has a brat reflex, though. Will get pissy if you tease him and will sneer and tell you that your games aren't working even while he's trembling and leaking through his blacks. If you call his bluff and tell him that if he keeps talking like that he won't get anything at all he'll shut up instantly, jaw tight as he tries to swallow his pride

He will eventually lose his composure when the need outweighs his ego. He loses the sharp edge and actually gets messy. Pushes you down into the bed or crowds you against a wall, his kisses becoming deep and wet and desperate. Has a spit kink and makes a really strangled, needy sound if you spit into his mouth

Making Crosshair beg is, um. a feat of endurance. You have to get him right to the edge and keep him there till his brain shorts out. Deny him his orgasm till he's shaking, every muscle in his body tense, tears pricking the corners of his eyes, and then finally you might get a shaky, hissed, "just let me, please…"

Praise hits him even harder during sex. If you suddenly whisper something really sweet or praising or affectionate in his ear as you're fucking him his eyes will genuinely roll back and he'll struggle not to cum right then and there. Other times it makes him really emotional and he'll have to bury his face in your neck so you don't see his eyes get all glassy

Echo:

Generally very hesitant to be needy/clingy. He struggles sometimes to ask for comfort or touch but it helps him when you initiate. However, if he's been away on a mission or just hasn't seen you in a really long time, he can't help but get a little clingy

Kinda just hovers a lot when he's feeling needy, stealing little touches and little kisses whenever he sees an opportunity. This progresses as you indulge him though, and he gets a little bolder with his touches, hand tightening on your waist as he slants his mouth over yours and kisses you a little more insistently than usual

Lovessss your neck. When he's needy he'll press his face against it and just breathe. He'll leave soft, lingering butterfly kisses along your jawline, moving so slowly it's almost agonizing, just waiting for you to tilt your head back and give him better access so he can get to work on your neck

Could spend hours just exploring your body with his hand and mouth, treating every curve and mark like it's sacred. Loves worshipping your thighs in particular, trailing soft, wet kisses along your inner thighs, nipping at the sensitive skin to leave really faint marks

Cockwarming is a favorite of his since he loves the intimacy of being inside you and just staying there, but it's SO difficult for him when he's needy. Will try to keep still and be good for you, but you'll feel him trembling faintly, breath hitching as he tries not to thrust. Tries to grind his hips against yours for just a little friction and lets out a low, frustrated groan when you stop him, burying his face in your neck as he quietly begs for you to let him move

If Echo wakes up feeling touch-starved and you're into this, he'll put his mouth to work on you before you've even fully woken up. You'll wake up to him between your legs, his eyes shut as he indulges himself on you, letting out a muffled sound of satisfaction as you stir awake with a moan

"You--" he started, cutting himself off with an exhale. His voice was gravel-rough and a little breathless.

"Yeah," you said softly, squeezing his shoulder. "Just me. You okay?"

He scoffed, still looking a little raw, and little shaken. He sat up and scrubbed a hand over his face. "Peachy."

You frowned faintly. "Sure," you said gently but skeptically, shifting a little closer. "You look it."

He shot you a sidelong glance, something brittle hiding behind the usual dry edge. He looked like he was going to argue for a second, but then something in him faltered. His hand slid down from his face and he looked away, staring at nothing.

"…Order 66," he admitted after a long moment, voice so quiet you barely caught it. The words settled heavily between you, and you slid your hand down to lace your fingers with his. He instantly gripped your hand tightly. "I--" He huffed a humorless breath. "You--" He cut himself off a second time, hand shaking as it gripped yours. "I had the shot lined up."

Your chest tightened, and you brushed your thumb over his knuckles. "You didn't take it, Crosshair. I'm here."

His gaze flicked up to you, sharp and searching. "I tried to."

You sighed quietly, shifting to close the small distance between you. You'd forgiven Crosshair a long time ago, but he hadn't yet forgiven himself. "Hey," you murmured, bringing your free hand up to his cheek, turning his face toward you. "I'm right here, Crosshair. I'm safe. We're safe."

He still frowned, his fingers flexing against yours, but the sharpness in his eyes dulled to something slightly more fragile. "…Yeah," he said under his breath.

You didn't give him time to fully retreat back into himself. You pulled him in, guiding his head against your chest. He didn't resist. He let himself fold, arms coming around your waist like he needed the anchor. Neither of you said anything else. You just brought your hand up to cradle the back of his head and his breathing slowly evened out against you.

For a long while, it was just that. The quiet, distant rhythm of the waves, his arms around your waist and head against your chest.

Then, gradually, the tension shifted. His face pressed a little closer into the curve of your neck, breath warm against your skin. One of his hands moved slowly, sliding along your side under your shirt like he was testing the motion. You didn't stop him.

"…You're warm," he eventually muttered, like he didn't realize the words were coming out.

You huffed a soft laugh. "Well, yeah. That's your whole takeaway?"

"Mm." His nose brushed your neck, almost a nuzzle. His hand continued moving under your shirt, trailing up over your ribs before pausing as he brushed his thumb along the underside of your breast.

You tightened your arms around him slightly. "You're handsy tonight," you murmured, going for teasing but sounding a little breathless. "Aren't you tired?"

He made an unimpressed sound against your neck somewhere between a scoff and a hum. "Was," he muttered, voice rough and quiet. His hand slid up to cup your breast properly, squeezing gently. "Changed my mind."

You inhaled more sharply than you really meant to. "Crosshair," you said, half warning, half breathless. "You just had a nightmare."

"Mm." The sound was almost dismissive, if a little thin still. He was gently kneading your breast now, and he turned his head just enough to brush his lips against your neck.

Your hand slipped to his shoulder, giving it a light push. Not enough to move him, just enough to get his attention. "And...I thought this was supposed to be me helping you get back to sleep."

"It is," he said immediately, the words muffled against your skin.

You huffed. "…Guess that's one way of doing it."

He shifted again, his thumb rubbing circles around your nipple as he started to kiss your neck a little more purposefully. "This helps," he mumbled.

You moaned softly, tilting your head to give him better access. His breathing was getting uneven again, though for a different reason this time, and your hand tightened on his shoulder. "Yeah?" you murmured, a hint of teasing slipping in. "I bet it does."

"Don't--" he exhaled against your skin. "Just don't." His mouth then found a more sensitive spot along your neck and he lingered there, lips parting slightly, and you felt the faint drag of his teeth before he soothed it with another slow kiss. You shivered, unable to restrain another soft moan, and you felt him smirk.

"There, hm?" he muttered, kissing that same spot again. His hand was wandering again, this time lower, sliding down the center of your stomach.

"Crosshair," you breathed, hips shifting beneath him.

"Hush," he rasped. "And stay still." His hand slipped under your waistband, but he didn't go straight for what he wanted. His touch lingered along your inner thigh, tracing slow lines. He buried his face in your neck again, breathing you in heavily. You turned your head to kiss the side of his head, arms wrapped around him tight.

"Just gonna tease me all night?" you managed to breathe, almost a whine.

He scoffed. "I might." But his hand moved between your thighs, the pads of two fingers just barely ghosting over your folds, and he almost groaned when he felt how wet you already were. You gasped, your hips rolling up to try to get a firmer touch, and he let out a low sound somewhere between a growl and a whine.

"You're making a mess," he muttered almost smugly, his voice vibrating against your collarbone. "Stay still."

"Crosshair, please," you whispered, keeping your hips still with effort as he rubbed faint, slow circles around your clit.

"Hush," he said again, finally lifting his head just enough to press his lips against yours in a deep, insistent kiss. He didn't even wait for you to kiss him back properly before his tongue was sliding against yours with a desperate, almost clumsy hunger. He was trembling a little again, just that faint shake of his hand as he finally stopped teasing, the heel of his palm pressing against your clit as he slid two long, slender fingers inside you.

You cried out into his mouth, body arching, and clutched at his shoulders even tighter. He exhaled roughly against your mouth.

"So needy," he muttered against your lips, as if he wasn't the one clinging to you. He began to move his fingers at a slow, grueling pace. He hooked them, finding that sensitive spot inside you, and began a steady, rhythmic beckoning. You were squirming beneath him now, head tipped back as he buried his face against your neck again, his hips twitching restlessly against your thigh. His fingers accelerated, pumping into you steadily, his thumb circling your clit relentlessly until your were gasping.

"Crosshair-- I--I'm--" you attempted to warn him, but your words cut off into a moan as he put more pressure on your clit. He pulled his head back just far enough that he could look at your face.

"Look at you," he rasped, voice breaking a little as he watched your face go slack with pleasure, pumping his fingers inside you steadily as you arched beneath him and came with a soft cry.

He pulled his fingers out abruptly, but he didn't give you enough time to complain. He fumbled with his clothes, breath coming in jagged hitches. He nudged your knees apart and guided the blunt head of his cock to your entrance, rubbing it along your folds with a groan.

"Don't look away," he commanded, voice trembling faintly. Then he finally pushed into you, almost agonizingly slowly, the thick, velvety length filling you completely as he groaned and dropped his forehead against yours. He didn't move for a moment, just stayed buried deep inside you, breathing hard against your mouth. His hand gripped your thigh, keeping you spread for him, as he finally began to thrust in a slow, grinding motion that prioritized friction over speed.

You moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him deeper, and the movement elicited a sharp little hitch in his breathing. His expression crumbled further with something between pleasure and desperation, and he hid his face in your neck again as his pace quickened. The slow, grinding thrusts turned into something a little less precise, almost bordering on desperate.

One of your hands dropped to the pillow next to your head, and his hand immediately snapped up to grab it, lacing his fingers with yours and gripping tight.

"Don't let go," he muttered, nails digging into your knuckles. "Don't…you…tell me you won't."

"I'm here," you gasped out, your other hand drifting down to his lower back as if to try to pull him deeper. "I won't let go. Fuck--I've got you."

A broken sound escaped his throat, almost half groan half sob despite his clear attempt to stifle it. His hips started to stutter against you, his breath coming in shallow whines that he tried to swallow down.

"You're so tight," he mumbled breathlessly, the word dragging out into a hiss of teeth. "Don't move." He was attempting to be bossy, trying to reclaim some shred of control over himself, but he was still clinging to you, his movements desperate and heavy.

"I'm close," he managed to warn you, voice cracking. "I'm--fuck--" He couldn't finish the thought before his body buckled. He groaned, the sound dissolving into a rough gasp, as he buried himself as deep as he could go and spilled inside you. He stayed there, pulsing inside you, as he allowed his weight to collapse onto you completely.

For a long moment, the only sounds were your ragged breathing. He didn't pull away. Instead, he curled his arms around your waist and tucked his face back into your neck. He mumbled something that you didn't quite catch, but you knew what it was anyway.

He sucks on the inside of his left cheek, clearly reluctant, but eventually, he nods, allowing you to proceed.

Adding some ointment to the cloth, you gently dab at the dried blood and shake your head teasingly. "So, who's the unlucky guy?"

He chuckles slightly, removing the toothpick from his mouth and flicking it with ease into a nearby bin. "Just... that guy at the club."

"From two nights ago?" you ask, surprised.

He nods, and you remember the unfortunate run-in you both had with that guy, who clearly left a negative impression on Crosshair. He made rude comments about you, and to your surprise, Crosshair didn't take it lightly. Wrecker had to pull him away before things escalated, but it seems Crosshair went back to pay the guy a visit.

You let out a sigh, feeling both grateful and a little annoyed. "Cross, you didn't have to do that for me."

"He was an arse," Crosshair mutters, the anger still evident in his eyes.

"Yeah, he was," you admit, recalling the harsh words that were exchanged. "But you're better than this." You gently gesture to the cut on his brow, and you notice a tinge of guilt on his face.

He falls silent, and as you finish cleaning up the cut to the best of your ability, you toss the cloth away and offer him a gentle smile. "Thank you, though."

He huffs a little, shifting awkwardly in his place, not so used to appreciation. "I mean it. I couldn't imagine you doing that for anyone else," you admit.

A small smirk plays on his lips, clearly pleased that you appreciate his actions, even if they were a bit extreme. "Well, what can I say?"

You tilt your head, raising a brow, silently encouraging him to continue. His demeanor changes as he stands taller, no longer leaning against the control panel. "You bring out the good in me," he says, surprising you with his rare display of softness.

You had always been warm towards him and would say the two of you were friends (even if he wouldn’t say so). So to hear that you had some kind of impact on him was enough to warm your already loving heart.

"You've always been a good man. Just don't go hitting people on my behalf," you reply softly with a chuckle, your arms stretching open. "Now, give me a hug."

He pulls a face and shakes his head. "No."

"Aw, come on, Crossy! You know you want to!" you tease playfully in a sing-song tone, and without waiting for his permission, you wrap your arms tightly around his stomach, hugging him closely. He keeps his arms folded over his chest, seemingly waiting for you to let him go.

"I really don't," he protests, but you can sense a hint of reluctance in his voice. Eventually, he does hug back. It’s quick and awkward but you know that he did kind of like it.

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Instead, you lean back in your seat and sigh, trying and failing to tear your eyes away when he adjusts the panel and the muscles in his back shift beneath the armor.

He glances over his shoulder. “You are unusually quiet.”

You blink, caught. “Am I?”

“Yes.” He turns back to his console. “Normally you ask at least six questions while I perform maintenance.”

“I do not ask six—”

“You average nine,” he corrects without looking up. “Sometimes eleven.”

You flush. Then again, you couldn’t be surprised that he took note of your behavioural patterns. “I’m just… giving you space.”

He pauses again, just long enough that you know he’s assessing something. Then he resumes tinkering with a small component, the movement drawing your eyes downward to the way his gloves flex around the tool.

“What are you doing right now?” he asks mildly, though there’s an edge in his tone that makes your chest tighten.

“Watching you work,” you admit.

“Indeed,” he says. “I noticed.”

“What—” you hesitate, embarrassed, “—what gave it away?”

“You have not blinked in approximately twenty one seconds.”

You snap your eyes shut, mortified. “Well, maybe I was thinking.”

“Thinking,” Tech repeats. He sets the tool down and slowly, deliberately stands up straight. “Would you like to specify about what?”

His voice isn’t teasing or accusing, just gentle and intrigued. Tone warm enough to almost liquefy your spine and turn your legs into jelly.

You swallow as you shift in your seat, crossing your legs over one another… tightly. “About you.”

He steps away from the console and faces you fully. He looks so composed. So steady. And so impossibly confident in all that gear.

Maker, you’re in trouble.

“What about me?” he asks softly.

“You look…” you trail off, fighting the burn rising to your ears, “…really good in your gear today.”

Something flickers behind his tinted lenses. “Good?” he repeats.

“Yeah,” you answer, throat tight. “It’s just… there’s something about it today. I don’t know. You look…Put together.” You laugh nervously. “It’s stupid.”

Tech tilts his head slightly, studying you quietly. “It is not stupid,” he starts. “It is arousal.”

Your breath catches. “Tech—”

“It is,” he continues matter-of-factly. “Your voice has lowered in pitch. Your pupils are dilated. You are shifting your weight in a way that suggests warm fervour.”

You nearly choke. “Warm fer— Tech!” You sit up straighter than before and look around in case someone, anyone could hear or see you both.

He steps closer, “Don’t worry, we’re alone.” He then leans over you, tilting his bucket. “I’ve seen the way you look at me in my gear, just like today. You are having a physiological reaction to my armour.” His tone changes in a way that sends heat straight through your belly. “Are you aware of that?”

His words made you swallow hard. “I… wasn’t. Not until now.” A gear kink? This was news to you and honestly, you were not mad about it.

“And now?” His hands move to your hips, gloved fingers tightening in your shirt.

“Now I’m very aware of it.”

Tech inhales sharply, a sound that slides right beneath your skin. “I would like,” he says quietly, “to explore this new information.”

Your heart leaps. “Explore how?”

He gestures toward the cockpit behind him. “If you will follow me.”

You follow, heart thumping with every step you take. He lifts his hand to tell you to halt and you do with a small stagger and watch him in curiosity as he detaches the whole steering stick from the pilot's seat. “What are you doing?”

“Ensuring you are comfortable for what is about to happen. Also, this area demonstrates the best area for this activity.” He explains but you don’t quite follow.

Tech notices your confusion and with a flourish, you are lifted into his arms and placed exactly where the steering once was, practically sitting on the control board. “Woah-” you say breathlessly, eyes widening as Tech flushes up against you.

But instead of touching you, he reaches up to the side of his helmet and ever so Tech, says: “I cannot perform oral stimulation with this on,” he says simply. “And my intention is quite clear.”

Your breath leaves you entirely. “You want to…here?” you whisper.

Tech’s voice drops to a low heat. “I want to pleasure you. Thoroughly. Immediately.”

He then adds, almost shyly, “And repeatedly, if you are willing.”

Your stomach plummets in the best possible way. “Yes,” you breathe. “Take it off.”

He removes the helmet with practiced ease. The moment it’s off, he pushes his goggles up, revealing warm brown eyes already darkened with desire.

He sets the helmet aside before returning his attention to you. His mouth parts and your sex burns as you watch him inadvertently lick his lips. “Spread your legs for me,” he murmurs. “I would like to see all of you.”

Your breath stutters, but you obey. Your legs spread, but your whole being feels excitement as his hands gently guide your legs further apart, gloved palms warm against your thighs even through the fabric.

His voice softens. “You’re trembling.”

“Because you’re looking at me like that,” you whisper.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re starving.”

His jaw tightens. “I am.”

Then he takes a seat directly in front of you, lowers himself until he’s between your legs. The sight of him alone is enough to make your core clench. He glides his hands up your thighs and pauses at your waistband. “May I?”

“Yes,” you say instantly, voice meek.

Tech pulls your clothes down with carefully, panties included, setting them aside neatly before settling back between your thighs. The shift of his armour and the way it frames him sends a bolt of heat straight through you.

He exhales shakily, leaning in until his breath brushes sensitive skin. “You are already so warm,” he murmurs, voice thick. “I wonder if you taste as good as I imagine.”

“Tech—”

You don’t get to but in another word as his mouth covers you with a single, devastating stroke.

Heat explodes through you so fast your body jerks against the console, hands flying back to brace yourself but you barely manage to stay upright when Tech groans softly against you. The vibration shoots straight through your core.

You gasp, “T-Tech—”

He’s already looking up at you from between your legs, eyes molten, goggles fogging at the edges.

“This,” he breathes against you, lips brushing your swollen clit, “is far better than I predicted.”

You whimper, thighs trembling around his head. “You predicted this?”

“Of course.” He drags his tongue up the length of your sex, slow but deliberate, like he’s savouring data. “But the reality is significantly more intoxicating.”

Your fingers curl into his hair, and he groans at the pull before burying his mouth back against you. Maker, he’s thorough and hungry. It’s like he’s been waiting for permission to do this since the moment you started dating.

And maybe he has.

Your relationship is still new. Sweet and careful with kissing and nights curled into each other’s arms.

But nothing like this. The pair of you hadn’t gotten this far yet. And you definitely hadn’t imagined your first time with his mouth on you would happen on the Marauder’s cockpit console while he’s still half in armour because it was your kink.

He pulls back just enough to speak, voice ruined with want. “I have wanted to do this for weeks.”

Your breath catches. “Weeks?”

“I did not want to… assume your comfort level.” His thumb strokes your inner thigh gently. “But today, when you looked at me in my gear, I was left with no doubt.”

You let out a shaky, embarrassed laugh only to be cut off immediately by a sharp gasp as he licks your pussy again, firmer this time.

“You taste,” he murmurs in reverence, “extraordinary. Such a sweet pussy.”

You’re about to melt into the console just by his words alone.

Then, his gloved hand slides up your thigh, higher this time and pauses right between your legs.

“Tech,” you whisper, hips lifting instinctively at the loss of his mouth.

He raises his head a little. “I would like to use my fingers,” he says. “But these—” he wiggles his gloved fingers “—are hardly ideal.”

You blink down at him, dizzy. “Then take them off.”

He hums. “My hands are occupied.”

Before you can ask what he means, he brings two gloved fingers to your lips.

“Remove it for me.”

Your stomach drops yet your mouth opens before you can think. Most likely the heat, instinct, and want of this. So you bite down gently on the fingertip seam. He pulls back slowly, letting you drag the glove off with your teeth, sliding it free.

The way he watches you through it with an expression so focused, aroused and with breath uneven… nearly sets you on fire.

He repeats the process with the second glove, your mouth tugging it off while his gaze burns into you like he’s memorising the moment.

When both gloves are discarded, he leans in again, this time cupping you with bare, warm hands.

You shudder violently at the difference.

“Oh,” Tech whispers, voice tight with awe. “You react even more strongly to direct contact. Fascinating.”

Then one slow finger slides through your slick, just once, collecting you.

“And you are…” He breathes hard, pupils blown huge. “Stars above, you are exceedingly wet.”

You make a broken sound and he moans in response, actually moans, the sound vibrating against the inside of your thighs.

He brings his glistening finger to his mouth and tastes you.

And that’s what undoes you.

His lips part, his lashes flutter, and a shiver runs down his spine so obvious you feel it. “I need more,” he whispers.

You barely have time to inhale before he’s on you again. His mouth hungry and eager, tongue stroking deep, hands spreading you open so he can press in closer to devour you properly.

He licks like he’s noting down every single reaction, every twitch of your hips, every gasp that tumbles out of you. His fingers slide against you again, this time circling your entrance in sync with his mouth, building heat with devastating efficiency.

You’re already shaking. “Fuck- you’re so...”

“Let me,” he murmurs into you, voice thick before placing a sweet kiss to your clit, “please let me.”

Then he pushes two fingers inside you.

Your head slams back against the bulkhead, a sharp cry leaving your throat.

He gasps at the sensation, at the way you clench around him, his rhythm faltering for half a second as he processes the reaction of you wrapped around him for the first time.

“Oh,” he says, breathless delight spilling into his tone, “you are… perfect.”

Then he moves.

Slow, deliberate thrusts of his fingers paired with long drags of his tongue over your clit, down your folds, sucking, circling, mapping you with ruthless rigour.

Your thighs clamp around his head and he groans like that’s exactly what he wanted.

“T-Tech— I’m gonna—” you pant, one hand still holding the back of his head as if to guide him, the other one palming your breast just for that extra touch.

One of his hands tightens on your hips, anchoring you against the console as he looks up briefly, lips shiny, and voice ragged. “Then come for me,” his tone almost pleading. “Please. I want to feel you cum on my fingers.”

That does it.

The orgasm hits you like a blaster round—fast and overwhelming—your cry echoing off the cockpit walls as your back arches and your fingers clutch harder in his hair. Tech moans into you as you ride his mouth, pinned beneath your shaking thighs, eating every shudder like he can’t get enough.

You don’t realise tears have formed until you blink them away.

He doesn’t stop, even after you are done seeing stars when you close your eyes. He keeps going with soft, slow licks until the last tremor leaves your body and you sag helplessly against the console. His fingers twist and pulse slowly and leave you devastatingly empty when he pulls them out.

Only then does he finally lift his head. His lips are wet, cheeks are flushed and his goggles have slipped down his nose.

He looks wrecked.

And proud.

He rises slowly, placing both palms on either side of your hips, leaning in until his forehead nearly touches yours.

“You,” he breathes, voice shaking with controlled hunger, “are extraordinary.”

You reach for him, pulling him close until his mouth brushes yours.

“Tech,” you whisper, still panting, “can we do… more?”

He smiles softly like he was utterly in love and leans in. “With pleasure.”

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“It’s been almost two hours,” you pointed out, rising from the crate you’d been sitting on, legs stiff. You turned to face him, half your features obscured by the harsh sunlight. “I need a break.”

He didn’t argue, but the way he took the datapad back from your hands with just a bit too much stiffness told you he wasn’t thrilled. “Very well. We’ll resume this evening.” Then, turning to Omega: “And I would appreciate no further interruptions.”

She nodded silently.

As Tech strode toward the ship’s gangplank, Omega reached for your hand, giving it a small, reassuring squeeze. “Hey, you got the first two letters right. That’s progress!”

From halfway up the ramp, Tech’s voice floated back over his shoulder. “Technically, it is not. Especially considering we’ve made no discernible advancement in two full rotations. And the fact that we just returned from a mission on Corellia should have made that word obvious.”

Then he disappeared into the ship.

You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t. Not unless you wanted to cry out of embarrassment.

Tech didn’t mean to be cruel because that isn’t in his nature. But he didn’t realise how much weight his words carried and how easily they upset you.

Omega was still watching you, lips pressed into a tight, worried line. “You’ll get there,” she said gently. “It takes time, that’s all.”

You exhaled slowly, wiping the back of your neck, now sticky with sweat and heat. “Maybe. But right now… it’s not looking great.”

It had been Tech’s idea to take on the responsibility of teaching you like it was a personal mission ever since the squad had learned that reading Basic wasn’t just a struggle for you, but a near impossibility.

Though, Wrecker and Echo did tell you that they were impressed since it never hindered any mission and they never noticed it being an issue for you.

At first, you were excited. One being that you could finally be able to read a sentence clearly for once by being taught by a complete brain-whizz and two, getting to spend some one on one time with Tech. Because well… you liked him. A lot. You had welcomed the chance to be near him, maybe even impress him.

But now? Now you just felt like dead weight.

These lessons had been going on for a while now and every time you thought you were making progress, he corrected you. When you think you have gotten the hang of it, your hope is snapped like a thin wire. And even though his tone was rarely harsh, the impact landed just the same.

You weren’t sure how much more of it you could take before you self imploded.

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When a few hours had passed and you were covered in dried mud, scraped hands and aching shoulders. Just a small testament to the day’s work. The mudslide had hit the outskirts of the local settlement hard. Homes had caved in, supplies were lost. You, Hunter, Wrecker, and Omega had been on the ground all afternoon, helping wherever you could.

And for a little while, it had helped. Being useful. Doing something physical. Something that didn’t require datapads or deciphering Tech’s disappointment.

Wanting nothing more than to jump onto the Marauder to have a wash, as you climbed the Marauder’s gangplank with your limbs heavy and clothes still damp, the sound of your name halted you just short of the open doorway.

“She’s trying, Tech,” Echo said from inside, his voice low but firm. “I don’t think you realise how hard this is for her.”

“I am aware,” Tech replied curtly. “But effort without measurable progress doesn’t change the result. If she cannot fathom basic reading material after this long, I fail to see the point in continuing the same method.”

Echo exhaled, clearly trying to keep his patience.

There was a pause, and then Tech added:

“I don’t understand how someone who can’t read was cleared to be in this squad. It’s inefficient.”

You didn’t stay to hear more.

Your hands clenched into fists at your sides, your breath sharp in your throat. Before you could stop yourself, you reached out and grabbed a datapad left near the hatch—someone’s, anyone’s—and turned sharply on your heel, boots pounding against the ramp as you vanished.

Inside the Marauder, Echo’s head turned toward the hatch, catching the blur of movement just as it disappeared.

He frowned. “Was that—?”

“Likely Omega,” Tech said without looking up from his datapad.

Echo didn’t answer. He stared at the doorway a moment longer with a small sliver of doubt.

Then he reached over and plucked the datapad from Tech’s hands.

“There’s nothing wrong with the material,” Tech started, instinctively straightening. “It’s relevant—”

Echo held the pad up and squinted at the screen. “You gave her an economics summary on Corellia’s supply line recovery?”

Tech blinked. “It’s context-based learning. The vocabulary is advanced but rooted in familiar scenarios. Planet names, trade metrics…”

Echo cut him off, reading aloud in a dry tone:

‘Blah, blah, blah… Corellia’s industrial sectors yielded a net increase of 17.3% in hyperlane freight throughput.’

He looked at Tech. “You do remember she’s a beginner, right?”

Tech’s jaw twitched. “Comprehension improves when one is challenged. It’s a proven learning model.”

Echo just stared at him, then gave a slow, knowing smile. “Right. You’re not making it harder so you get more time alone with her or anything.”

Tech shot him a glance. “That’s not what this is.”

“Mm-hmm.” Echo folded his arms. “Just a coincidence you give her material most cadets wouldn’t see until advanced training. And you happen to offer to teach it… one-on-one.”

Tech didn’t answer. Didn’t rise to the bait. But he also didn’t correct him.

You wandered until the forest opened up into a small clearing just outside the village, where a fallen tree had settled along the edge like a broken bench. The air was still, heavy with the scent of wet ground and crushed foliage. You dropped onto the moss-covered trunk, the datapad still clutched in your hand.

For a moment, you just stared at it—its dull, lifeless screen reflecting your muddied reflection back at you. You pressed the activation switch, but the interface was already unlocked. Swiping clumsily, you tried to navigate to something, anything. Maybe one of those Corellian reports Tech was so convinced would teach you context. But the layout made no sense.

Your thumb hovered. You tapped wrong. Backed out. Tried again.

Nothing worked.

And with every failure, that old, tight feeling started rising in your throat like a scream.

Calm down. It’s just a datapad. It’s fine.

But your hands were shaking now, the letters blurring into meaningless shapes.

You grit your teeth, jabbed the screen once more and when it brought up another menu you didn’t know, you let out a rough breath and flung the datapad down into the grass with a thud.

Slumping off the log, you slid to the ground and pulled your knees up to your chest, resting your forehead against them. You didn’t cry. Not really. But your eyes stung. Your chest ached. You were so tired of trying. So tired of hoping and for what? To be called inefficient?

Minutes passed. Then, from somewhere beyond the trees, you heard your name being called.

Your stomach twisted. You knew that voice.

You inhaled slowly through your nose, forcing down the storm of frustration that still bubbled beneath your ribs. You didn’t want to talk to him but you figured that avoiding him now would only make things worse.

“I’m over here, Tech,” you called out, keeping your voice level.

He appeared between the trees moments later, his eyes scanned the clearing until they landed on you, standing now beside the log.

“You wandered off,” he observed plainly. “Omega was not certain where you’d gone.”

“I needed some air,” you said, trying to keep your tone casual.

He took a step closer. “Are you ready for your lesson?”

Your gaze dropped to the ground. “I’m… I don’t want to do another one today.”

Tech blinked, thumb pressing beneath his chin in that thoughtful way he always did when evaluating something... or someone. “Lack of practice results in insufficient performance.”

“Yeah, I get it.” You rubbed your arm, eyes narrowing slightly. “I’m not in the mood to do anything else today. I’m… tired.”

He studied you, his brow furrowing faintly. “I suppose that is reasonable. You were engaged in extensive manual labor for most of the day. Very well. We will resume tomorrow.”

He turned to go but you spoke up, “I don’t want to do it tomorrow either.”

He paused mid-step, looking over his shoulder at you, an eyebrow raised. “And why are you putting off your studies?”

You opened your mouth, then closed it again. You wanted to tell him. Wanted to throw his words back at him, cut him open like he’d done to you without even knowing. But what was the point?

“I just need a break,” you said instead, keeping your voice even as you play with your fingers.

“We have plenty of free time to continue—”

“I said I wanted a break, Tech,” you snapped, your arms folding tightly across your chest. Your shoulders stiffened as every nerve seemed to buzz.

He blinked again, head tilting slightly. “Your tone suggests there is something else bothering you.”

You looked away, lips tight. “Or someone,” you muttered under your breath.

“What was that?”

“I’m going for a wash,” you said instead, ducking down and snatching up the datapad you’d discarded. You moved to step over the fallen log and held it out to him without looking.

He took it from your hand, confusion still etched into his features. “Were you just using this?”

You let out a tired sigh. “Tried to.”

The next morning passed slowly, the heat thick and relentless even in the early hours. Yourself and the others helped out in the village again —carrying supplies, sorting debris, fetching water—but your heart wasn’t in it today. Your hands worked on muscle memory whilst your mind is elsewhere.

You’d been quiet. Too quiet, apparently because Omega had noticed.

You were sitting beneath a large tree at the edge of the village, the sun flickering through its canopy, offering shade as a gentle breeze stirred the leaves. You were tracing random patterns into the dust with the toe of your boot when Omega plopped down beside you.

She offered a bright smile, hugging her knees to her chest. “Feels nice to be helping people, huh?”

You nodded in reply, smiling faintly. “Yeah.”

She watched you for a moment, rocking slightly as she stared out at the village. “You seem kinda quiet today.”

You shrugged, trying to play it off. “Just tired.”

Omega leaned her shoulder into yours, playfully and soft. “You didn’t even complain when Wrecker gave you that heavy crate. That’s how I really knew something was up.”

That got a small chuckle out of you.

She tilted her head. “You and Tech didn’t do your lesson this morning.”

You grimaced before you could stop yourself. “I don’t want to do them anymore.”

Her brows knitted. “Why not? You were doing good yesterday. You almost had Corellia right!”

You stared down at your hands, fingers fiddling with a loose thread on your shirt. “I just… I don’t think I can learn from him.”

Omega blinked, surprised. “Did you tell him that?”

You gave a little shrug, not looking at her. “Not really.”

She fell silent for a moment, thinking. Then, in a hopeful voice, she offered, “Maybe I could help?”

You looked up at her, surprised. “You?”

She nodded eagerly. “Why not? You already got the first letters down before I ruined it yesterday.” She says, “And I bet I could make it more fun than Tech.”

You hesitated at first but truthfully, it was the first time since yesterday you didn’t feel like a complete failure. Omega’s eyes were wide with hope and something that felt a lot like belief.

You smiled, a little uncertain, but it reached your eyes. “Alright. Let’s try it.”

“Great! Stay here!” She shot to her feet before you could ask what she needed.

You expected her to run into the Marauder for a datapad but instead, she ducked underneath the ship’s hull and rummaged around in the loose red soil.

A moment later, she returned triumphantly holding a thick, crooked stick like it was a prized trophy.

“No screens today,” she grinned, “just dirt!”

She crouched low beside you, and with one sweep of her hand, cleared a wide patch of dust between you. Then, with careful, deliberate strokes, she began to write out the alphabet.

“You ready?” she asked, smiling up at you.

You nodded and leaned in beside her, cross-legged.

“Okay. Repeat after me.” She tapped each letter as she said it aloud, slow and clear:

“A… B… C…”

You followed, stumbling a few times, but she didn’t mind. She would just start the whole thing over, patient and gentle. You did it again. And again.

And again.

And again….

Then she covered some of the letters with her hand and pointed to a random one. “What’s this one?”

You hesitated. “Uh… F?”

She shook her head. “Try again.”

You frowned, staring at the rest of the row, mentally replaying her voice in your head. “...G?”

“Yes!” She beamed. “Now this one?”

You pointed. “P?”

She giggled. “That’s a Q. Close though!”

With every repetition, you felt something shift. Like you were actually getting the hang of it.

You started getting more right. You hesitated less. By the time you went through the whole alphabet again, she sat back with a triumphant smile.

“Alright,” she grinned, handing you the stick. “Your turn.”

You blinked. “Huh?”

“I want you to write my name.”

You laughed nervously. “Omega?”

“Yup! Easy, right?”

“Uh… sure.” You crouched again, stick poised awkwardly in your hand. “Okay… O.”

“Perfect!”

“...M.”

She paused. “Hmm…”

You glanced up as she was pulling a face, lips squished to the side with one eyebrow raised. A funny way to say ‘try again’ without being harsh.

You looked back at the row of letters, furrowing your brow. “Wait… no. That’s N. This is M.”

You corrected yourself and carved it into the dirt.

“Nice!” she beamed. “Keep going!”

It took a few minutes, a few wrong turns, but eventually, you finished all five letters.

“O-M-E-G-A.”

She stared at the letters in the dirt, then at you with wide-eyed glee.

“You did it!”

You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face. Not forced. Not faked. Just real, honest pride.

“Yeah,” you whisper, sitting back. “Guess I did.”

Over the next few days, Tech noticed a pattern.

Every time he approached you about resuming your lessons, you deflected. A quick, polite excuse here. A firm “not today” there. Sometimes you didn’t even look at him when you said it.

At first, he chalked it up to fatigue. You’d been helping the villagers every day; moving debris, rebuilding homes, lifting spirits. But then he started noticing something else.

You were still learning. Just not with him.

From a distance, he saw you under the same wide tree where Omega first brought the stick and drew the letters in the dirt. She was sitting beside you, her arms moving in animated gestures as she pointed at something in the soil. You were watching her, laughing. Your smile was so bright it nearly startled him.

He tilted his head, hands folded behind his back as he watched the exchange from across the field. You used to smile during his lessons too. The first day, you’d grinned when you got your first word right.

He remembered it well.

In fact… he had the recording saved. Privately.

He’d downloaded the footage from his goggles later that night, under the guise of reviewing your reading pattern. But really, he’d wanted to see your smile again. The way your eyes lit up, the little wrinkle in your nose when you laughed.

But slowly, through each lesson, that smile faded. Replaced by hesitation. Then frustration. Then silence.

And now you were smiling again. Just not at him.

That afternoon, while you were away with Hunter and Echo, Tech approached Omega, who was fiddling with the stabiliser plate under the Marauder’s wing.

“May I speak with you for a moment?”

Omega blinked up at him, wiping a bit of grease from her cheek. “Sure!”

He adjusted his goggles. “It’s about her… reading progress. Has she been improving?”

Omega lit up. “Oh yeah! She’s doing so well. She even wrote my name in the dirt without help the other day!”

He nodded slowly, filing away the information. “I see. That is… impressive.”

Omega tilted her head then shrugged. “She said she might try reading a ration label next.”

Tech blinked. “Ration labels?”

“Yep! Said she wants to know what she’s eating before Wrecker makes her try it.” She giggled, then paused. “Why? You don’t think she can learn from me?”

“I did not say that,” he replied quickly, perhaps a bit too stiffly. “I merely did not know what… qualities you might offer that I lacked.”

Omega gave him a long look, then shrugged. “I guess I’m just more fun than you.”

Tech frowned. “Most likely.”

She smirked, but then the teasing faded, and she turned more serious. “She didn’t stop lessons with you because she doesn’t want to learn. She just… got upset.”

Tech’s brows drew together. “Upset? With me?”

Omega nodded, biting her lip. “She told me that she heard something. Well, she overheard you. You were on the ship talking to Echo about her.”

Tech’s mind reeled back. He’d said many things to Echo over the course of those conversations—some blunt, some logical, most private. “I did not say anything bad.”

Omega gave him a tight look. “You told me that she heard you say that it was ‘inefficient’ for her to be on the team because she couldn’t read.”

Tech opened his mouth, paused, then exhaled sharply.

“Ah,” he said at last. Perhaps that came out harsher than he intended.

He hadn’t yelled at you. He hadn’t scolded you. He never once implied you weren’t trying. But now, playing back through someone else’s voice, his words sounded callous.

Omega watched his face, seeing the moment it clicked.

“If it makes you feel better,” Omega started softly, “She doesn’t think you meant it, but it still hurt her. That’s why she’s been sad.”

Tech’s voice was quiet. “I see.”

Omega studied him for a beat. “You really didn’t mean it?”

He hesitated but only for a moment. “No,” he said sincerely. “I believe I was frustrated with myself. Not her. And the lesson was overly advanced. Echo pointed that out.”

Tech sighed through his nose, adjusting his gloves. “I believe I may have allowed my feelings to affect my judgment.”

Omega looks startled. “Your feelings?” She teased.

He looked away. “It is irrelevant.”

But Omega was already grinning. “You like her.”

He adjusted his goggles again, silent but not dismissive.

“I knew it.”

Tech rolled his eyes but then a thought clicked. “Did she inform you of anything else she heard? Possibly regarding my… feelings?”

Omega shook her head, “Nope, but maybe you should speak to her about that to her face.”

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You sat by the old log again, your knees tucked up loosely and your fingers picking at a loose thread on your pants. The sun had started to shift, casting longer shadows across the clearing. Omega was supposed to meet you soon and today's lesson would be under the trees for a change of scenery. Actually she was the one who suggested it, thinking you might like some quiet after spending so much time helping the villagers.

A twig snapped in the distance, and you smiled softly. "Omega?" you called, turning your head toward the sound.

But when the figure stepped through the trees, your breath caught in your throat.

It wasn’t Omega. It was Tech.

He moved towards you, eyes scanning the area until they landed on you. His expression was neutral and composed. Then, you swear that his gaze softened.

You scrambled to your feet, trying to act casual even as your stomach twisted. “Oh—uh, is Hunter looking for me? Do I need to head back to the village?”

Tech shook his head, stopping a few feet from you. “No. The situation there is under control. Echo and Wrecker are assisting, and Omega is occupied with another matter.”

You hesitated. “…So… you’re here instead of her?”

“Yes,” he said plainly. “I thought it appropriate that we talk, also.”

Your stomach sank a little, and you dropped your gaze to your boots, toeing the dirt. “I, um… I’m sorry I didn’t come and tell you I was dropping your lessons.”

“There is no need to apologise,” he replied, his voice measured but… gentler than you expected. “In retrospect, I recognise that my methods were poorly suited to your learning stage. I attempted to teach you material that was far too advanced, and for that, I take full responsibility.”

You looked up slowly, your throat a little tight. “I don’t think I’m ready now either,” you admitted, your voice low.

“That’s perfectly alright,” Tech said simply. “I did not come to resume formal instruction. I only wish to observe what Omega has already taught you.”

You tilted your head slightly, studying him. His shoulders weren’t tense, and there was no datapad in his hands. He looked reasonably patient which wasn’t what you had been used to.

You still hesitated. But then, he smiled and Maker, your knees almost crumbled beneath you. Curse him for being annoyingly adorable.

“S-sure,” you stammered eventually, barely managing a nod.

He stepped forward and sat beside the log without another word, resting his arms on his knees. You sat back down with him and instinctively held your hand out, ready to ask for the datapad, but Tech gently shook his head.

“Omega mentioned that using the ground has helped you more visually. I see no reason to change a method that has been working.”

You blinked at him, genuinely surprised. “You’re… being very lenient.”

“I’m being adaptable,” he corrected, though the corners of his mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile again.

You couldn’t help but return a small one of your own. “Alright… what would you like me to do?”

Tech reached into one of his belt pouches and pulled out a long, clean stick—clearly chosen specifically for this.

“Please write out the basic alphabet for me,” he said, offering it to you.

You took it and then you turned toward the dirt, drew a steadying breath, before lowering the stick.

Crouched beside the alphabet you'd just drawn in the dirt, Tech had his hands loosely clasped together. He said nothing as you finished the last letter, and though a part of you itched for his input, he simply observed in silence.

You weren’t sure if that was better or worse.

After a moment, he reached into one of his belt pouches again and carefully pulled out a folded stack of flimsi. “Omega prepared some simple quotes,” he explained. “Short phrases. Easier to process at this stage than full documents.”

He handed them over, and you took them carefully, the thin sheets a little crinkled at the edges from being carried around. You glanced down.

The first said: “Wrecker is loud.”

You gave a small huff through your nose.

The second: “Hunter smells like the forest.”

You smiled faintly. You could hear Omega’s voice in your head. As you read them out, slowly but surely, you see Tech nodding beside you with each word you get right.

The third said: “The moon is big.”

Tech, predictably, cleared his throat. “Technically, that is a misleading generalisation. There are thousands of celestial bodies classified as moons, and their size varies depending on the system. Some are smaller than a standard transport—”

You didn’t look up, but your smile widened all the same. You could practically feel the lecture coming.

You kept reading, fumbling only on a couple of the trickier words. The pace was slow, but steady. You were halfway through the last sheet when Tech said, quite suddenly:

“I’m impressed.”

You paused.

Your eyes stayed on the flimsi, but your expression changed. His voice had been gentle, even sincere—but for some reason… it didn’t land the way it used to. Not like before, when any praise from Tech would have lit you up inside.

You slowly lowered the flimsi. “You don’t have to lie to me,” you murmured.

Tech tilted his head slightly, brows drawing together. “I am not lying. I am genuinely impressed by how quickly you’ve picked up the basics. Your progress is tangible.”

But still, you didn’t look up. The compliment just didn’t feel real. Or maybe it felt too late.

There was a long pause before he spoke again.

“It has come to my attention,” he begins carefully, “that you may have overheard a conversation I had with Echo… a few days ago.”

You went still. Your grip on the flimsi tightened slightly. It was not something you wanted to talk about but supposedly getting it out in the open was better than letting it tear you up inside. And judging by Tech’s quieter approach, it was tearing him up too.

You gave a single nod, still not meeting his gaze. “I don’t want to be inefficient to you.”

Tech didn’t respond right away.

Instead, you felt the flimsi gently slip from your hand. He set them then shifted, turning his body slightly more toward you.

You let out a slight exhale when you felt his hand brush against your wrist. Just a light, uncertain touch that was enough to draw your attention.

You turned toward him slowly, sitting up straighter.

“Your strength,” he utters quietly, “has never been in what you already know… but in how determined you are to learn. That’s something even I struggle with.”

You stared at him, lips parted slightly. Your cheeks prickled with heat at the unexpected praise. He didn’t sound like he was saying it just to fix things, he genuinely meant it. “And I am sorry for what you heard. I often say things without thinking of the possible repercussions.

“…Thank you,” you reply softly, voice barely louder than the breeze through the trees.

Tech’s hand withdrew from your wrist, but his gaze lingered, as if searching your expression for more unspoken feelings. After a moment, he cleared his throat gently and adjusted his posture.

“Would you like to resume your lessons with me?” he asked.

You looked at him, your heart still thudding a little too hard. But this time, the words came easily, bright with something lighter than before.

“Yes,” you say quickly, with more eagerness than you meant to let on. “I—I’d like that.”

A flicker of something passed over Tech’s face. Maybe relief. He reached beside him and picked up the remaining flimsis from the small stack, selecting a fresh one before handing it over to you.

“Then let us continue,” he said, voice returning to that familiar cadence you knew; firm, but encouraging.

You straightened up and took the flimsi with both hands, your eyes scanning the first line.

“Wrecker… eats… all… the rations.”

Tech gave a soft snort. “That one may be based on an actual occurrence.”

You smiled and read on. The next was simple too, and the one after that. Occasionally, you stumbled. When you did, Tech didn’t chide—he simply leaned in, pointing softly to the word with a gloved fingertip, his voice low and patient.

“Try this syllable first—yes, exactly. Now the next.”

You did your best to focus on the letters but it was difficult. When he leaned that close, all cognitive thinking was out of the window. His shoulder brushed yours now and then and you could smell the faint metallic tang of his gear, mixed with the sharp scent of oil and a tinge of light sweat. However there was something else entirely him. Every time he moved nearer, your stomach fluttered like a startled flock of birds.

You were just getting into a good rhythm when you picked up the next flimsi from the pile. you could tell even before you started reading that this one was Omega’s doing.

Still, you gave it your best shot.

“Tech… has… fe-…”

You frowned, squinting at the next letters.

“Fe-el… fe-lin… no—”

Your voice trailed off as Tech suddenly reached forward and plucked the flimsi right from your hands, holding it out of view with alarmingly fast reflexes.

“That one,” he said stiffly, “was a mistake. Omega must have included it by error.”

You blinked at him. “I was just starting to get it. I saw both our names.”

He faltered. “Yes, well. She must have been… testing your recognition skills.”

Your frown deepened as you leaned slightly, trying to peer around his shoulder. “What did it say? I recognised ‘Tech’ and my name. But not the rest.”

He looked mildly horrified, holding the flimsi higher as if you might leap up and grab it. “It was… structurally inconsistent.”

“…With what?”

“With the lesson plan.”

You raised an eyebrow, slowly. “So it didn’t not say something?”

Tech cleared his throat, looking up at the sky as though he might find a convenient distraction there. L

Your lips twitched. Despite the warm burn in your cheeks and the racing questions spinning in your head, a flicker of amusement bloomed in your chest. Because Tech was very clearly flustered.

And for once, you weren’t the only one stumbling over your words.

“I believe we should return to the lesson,” Tech resumes, voice slightly higher than usual as a flush creeps up his neck.

You bit your tongue on a grin, letting him have the diversion. For now.

“Fine. But I’ve been struggling with something.”

Tech adjusted his goggles, “Yes?”

“It’s the ‘oo’ sounds,” you said, fiddling with the stick in your hand. “Like… how do I know if it’s pronounced like in ‘book’ or ‘moon’? They look the same to me.”

“Ah,” Tech said, pleased to be back in familiar territory. “That is a very common challenge, even for native speakers of Basic. It is primarily about memorisation, but there are contextual cues…”

He gestured as he spoke, one hand drawing invisible words in the air, the other occasionally flicking toward the dusty alphabet he'd helped you draw earlier. His brow creased adorably in concentration, and it was then that you realised you’d stopped listening to the explanation. Completely.

You were watching him . Watching the way he talked, how his whole body became animated with his words.

It hit you all at once. That same warm flutter you’d felt during your very first lesson with him. When it was just you, and him, and a thousand ways he accidentally made your heart beat faster.

“Tech,” you cut in suddenly, blinking yourself back to focus. “What did Omega write?”

His hand froze mid-gesture. Slowly, his eyes widened behind his goggles. “I… do not believe that is relevant to the lesson.”

Your eyes narrowed with a teasing smirk. “That wasn’t a no.”

He shuffled slightly, edging away as if he was guilty of something.

That was all the confirmation you needed.

You lunged.

He yelped in a surprised sort of way as you dove over his lap, trying to reach the hidden flimsi. “This is not going to help with your literacy!” he protested, trying to fend you off with one arm as he reached behind him with the other.

“Oh, I think it might,” you laughed breathlessly, dodging his elbow and scrambling after the paper. “Consider it a very interactive learning experience!”

“I must protest—!” he began, but you’d already tangled yourself half across him, your fingers grazing the edge of the flimsi just before—

He rolled.

One quick movement and your world flipped, quite literally. Your back presses into the warm ground as he pinned you there. Tech hovered over you, one hand braced beside your head, the other knocking the flimsi just out of reach again.

You stilled.

He stilled.

Both of you froze in the silence that followed, hearts pounding. It wasn't from the mock wrestling, but from the fact that now Tech was so close. His goggles were slightly askew, and the wild fluster in his expression was undeniable.

Neither of you spoke. Not at first. Your hands were still tangled in the folds of his armour, his knee pressing into the dirt beside your hip, his weight above you holding you firmly in place.

“…This is also not helping with your literacy,” he said finally.

“I really didn’t mean to upset you,” he then speaks quietly, breath catching halfway through.

Your own voice was soft when you answered. “It’s okay. I’ve had two really good teachers.”

The wind picked up gently, brushing strands of hair across your face, and carrying with it the flimsis that had been scattered beside the log. You didn’t even notice them dancing away at first, neither of you willing to look anywhere else but at each other.

Your gaze broke from his however when a pale scrap fluttered to the ground just beside your hip, its scrawled ink catching your eye.

And you read it aloud before you could think twice.

“‘Tech has feelings… for…’” you read slowly, your breath catching, “f-for… y-you.”

Silence followed.

Tech didn’t speak.

Didn’t even correct your pronunciation.

Instead, his eyes dropped from yours, and you watched as the heat crept up his neck, blooming across his ears. He cleared his throat, the motion stiff and unconvincing. “That… appears to be the one Omega wrote.”

Your heart thudded. You didn’t know what to do at first or what to say. You had dreamed of hearing those words, but somehow reading them yourself felt like a different kind of victory.

Slowly, you reached for the hand he’d braced beside your head, your fingers brushing his. There was hesitation in your touch, and something in it made him glance up, brows drawn.

“I have feelings for you too,” you said softly, carried on a nervous breath.

He stared at you with those beautiful wide eyes, clearly stunned. “You… do?”

A warm laugh slipped out of you. “I do.”

And before you could say anything else, before you could even process the shift in his gaze, Tech slid an arm around your back and pulled you upright with unexpected, fluid strength.

You gasped as you landed squarely in his lap, eyes wide, your hands flying instinctively to his shoulders. “Tech!” you squeaked.

But his hands found your waist, firm but gentle, grounding you again.

He was impossibly close now. Goggles still a little wonky, breathing slightly elevated. “I believe,” he starts softly, “I no longer require you to read aloud whether I may kiss you.”

A grin tugged at your lips, heart hammering as your fingers brushed the curve of his cheek and then carefully fixing his goggles. “Well,” you murmured, barely more than a breath, “I don’t mind at all.”

The kiss met you halfway, tentative for a moment, then deepening with quiet certainty. His lips were soft, tasting of sunlight and stored-up longing, his hand moving to cradle the back of your neck like you were something rare, fragile and cherished.

And as the trees whispered overhead and a forgotten scrap of flimsi fluttered past your boots, all thoughts of lessons, of hesitation, of past hurt all melted away.

The lesson was over.

But something else had only just begun