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Something about seeing him so relaxed and loose tugged at the strings of your heart. It was a rare sight, one you thought he would only grace you with when the two of you are alone together. But here he was, throwing back whatever shit drink the bar offered him and his brothers, all the while smiling at Cody’s remark about the new shinies embarrassing themselves in front of Anakin and Obi-Wan. You’re nursing your own drink in the corner, trying to find the best possible way to approach the booth without making a scene. He’d told you before that almost everyone close to him knew of your relationship, but you felt weird about dropping the pretenses. You were his boss, after all. Well, not completely his boss, but a commanding officer regardless. If you started acting extra friendly, you’re not sure how the rest of the Wolfpack would take it. 

As you swirl the spotchka around, you suddenly feel like someone is watching you, hunting you even. There’s only one man who’s ever made you feel so heated and just as you look up from the glass in your hand towards the group of Clones you were previously studying, you notice Wolffe staring you down, the slightest hint of a smirk flashing at you in an attempt to get you to react to his attention. 

Normally, you’d enjoy the subtle flirtatious expressions, even tease him a little to get a rise out of him before escaping to the nearest room to lure him for a private moment. Or, as private a moment as 79’s can offer a Jedi Master and a Commander of the Grand Republic Army. 

But tonight was different. Tonight, you came out to the Clone bar to decide the best way to end things with Wolffe. It was the last thing you wanted to do, but you didn’t want to push your luck any further. Things were getting worse by the hour, and you couldn’t afford losing Wolffe all because some assholes in the Senate didn’t think he deserved to love or to be loved by someone. Then there was the matter of the Jedi Council, and how strict they were becoming. It was already frowned upon before the war, and it only took a few months into this galactic conflict for them to push their ideologies even harder on everyone at the Temple. 

You would never forgive yourself if they punished him simply because you couldn’t stand being far away from him any longer. You narrow your eyes at Wolffe and down the rest of your drink, disappointed in yourself for not having the guts to tell him earlier. 

And for knowing that you probably wouldn’t be able to do it tonight. 

The smile on his face drops instantly when he notices you avoiding his gaze, and you curse yourself for ruining his night. It was going so well, and one look at you made the worry return to his mind again. 

Clutching your robes tightly, you pay the bartender quickly before excusing yourself and heading towards the bathrooms in the back. You could feel the tears threaten to spill down your cheeks and the last thing you wished for is for someone to see you and make a huge fuss about it. As you push through the crowd, you feel those same pair of eyes hold you down harshly, as if they were refusing you permission to leave without confronting them. 

Quickly wiping your eyes, you push open the doors and turn around to lock them behind you, only to nearly bump into the chest of the man you were hoping to avoid tonight. You gulp nervously, and before you can say anything, Wolffe tilts his head to the side and studies you closely, his eyes roaming down your body to see if anything needs his immediate attention. 

When he finds nothing out of the ordinary, he takes a step closer to you and shuts the door behind him, not bothering to lock it as he continues to back you up until you hit the wall. 

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re trying to avoid me.” His gaze is direct, unfaltering in the haze of lust he was sending you under. You furrow your eyebrows and try to look anywhere else but him, but as always, he doesn’t give you the easy way out. Grabbing the bottom of your chin, he turns you until you have no choice but to look straight into his eyes and respond. 

“What if I was?” You’re not sure what pushes you to say something so defensive, but the chuckle it gets out of him makes you realize you had already lost whatever game he was playing with you. 

“I’d say you should have gone to another bar.” He’s right. You know this, and he definitely knows this too. The ease with which he continues to have an effect on you would normally be welcomed, but you’re pissed at him. Pissed for being so weak for him. For not bothering to put up a fight. 

“But here you are…at the one place you knew I was coming to tonight.” Wolffe leans down and nudges your temple with his nose, breathing in the scent of your sweat and perfume, and forcing you to reach for him so you don’t topple over from the sheer amount of control he has on you. 

“So tell me mesh’la, what have I done to deserve the cold shoulder?” He whispers the question in your ear, slowly sliding his hands down your body until they reach your waist. You’re having a difficult time breathing, and you moan his name as you throw your head back when he squeezes your hips and pushes his chest impossibly closer into your own. 

“I- you didn’t…it,” you can’t form a coherent sentence, let alone a sensical thought, when you’re so overwhelmed by his presence alone. You thought he would laugh at you, but when his breathing becomes nearly as erratic as your own, you understand that he was genuinely trying to figure out if he’s done something wrong. His methods seldom changed, and you weren’t surprised that he was trying to get you to talk by touching you as intimately as possible without tearing your clothes off. 

“Don’t tell me I did nothing wrong…sir. Something must have happened, or else you would be begging me to have my way with you right now. So what is it? What have I done?” Wolffe repeats again, making you feel guilty for your behavior and for what you’ve been thinking of doing since the last time you were together. You remind yourself that he deserves someone better, someone who wouldn’t compromise his position in the GAR all because of their messed-up religion. He deserved so much more than you. 

And the mere mention of your rank made it worse.

“W-Wolffe, I umm, I can’t do this anymore.” You know this was the last thing he expected you to say because in the blink of an eye, he’s removing himself from you completely and putting space between your shaking body and his own wound up chest. When you muster up the courage to look into his eyes, a shiver courses down your spine. 

It has been so long since he’s given you such a look, one that was filled with nothing but suspicion and guardedness. He’s quiet for longer than you like, and when you reach for him in an attempt to console him, his frown deepens and he twitches away from you. You hadn’t expected such a reaction to hurt this much, but it does, and like before, you have no control over the stream of tears rolling down your chin. Again, it’s not what he expects to witness from you, certainly not after what you just declared to him, and when you sniffle to get yourself under control, he closes the space between you more aggressively than before, slamming his hands on both sides of your face and clenching his jaws tightly when he sees you pouting at him. 

“I don’t know what I’ve done, I don’t. But I’m sorry regardless. I am so very sorry. Whatever it is, we can talk it out. It’s not worth throwing away all that we have. Please. Just- krifff…tell me what it is I have done, and I will get down on my knees right now and beg for your forgiveness. But don’t do this, don’t give up on us.” In all your time knowing Wolffe, you’ve never once heard him speak with such a tone. He was always assertive, confident and unwavering in his commanding presence. 

But the only thing you could feel now is his fear. 

“You did nothing wrong, it’s me…it’s all me Wolffe.” You know this won’t be enough for him, but you try to convince him regardless. Then he drops his head against your shoulder and you know you won’t be able to hold out much longer. 

“I wasn’t born yesterday sweetheart. If you’ve ever held an ounce of respect for me, you’ll tell me what I did wrong. You owe me that much. I- I deserve to know.” If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was close to breaking down as well. 

“I do Wolffe, I respect you…more than anyone. You have to know that.” You hope he doesn’t turn away when you reach for him again, and as you cup his cheeks in the palms of your hands to raise his attention to you, you’re met with an expression you never thought you’d see on his features. 

“You haven’t done anything baby, it’s me. It’s…all me.” If you were a better person, you would have been consistent in your tone with him, but seeing him so torn down broke you, and you couldn’t not soothe him the way you always did whenever he comes back from a particularly difficult mission. 

“You deserve someone better Wolffe, someone who would never compromise your safety. Being with me is- it’s getting dangerous. The Council is becoming more strict…the Senate even worse. If they court martial you because you’re with me, I- I don’t know what I would do.” There’s something so gut-wrenching about the way he refuses to look away from your moving lips, and when you stop talking, he doesn’t blink once, his cybernetic eye focusing in and out before slowly blinking along with the other.

“Someone better?” It’s clear that he’s still hurt by the word vomit you threw at him, but whereas his voice showed it earlier, the shakiness and reluctance is gone now, replaced with a menacing, almost angry tone that you were too familiar with, one that you’ve witnessed during battle when his orders weren’t obeyed immediately. 

“I can’t give you what you want Wolffe, not without hurting you eventually…unintentionally. My- my religion, it’s becoming a threat to your well-being. It’s not worth the hassle. I am not worth the hassle. You could do so much better than-” Whatever you’re about to say gets lost in the damp air of the room as soon as Wolffe decides he’s heard enough of what was on your mind. He grips your neck tightly, winding his other arm around your back and violently pulling you into his embrace as he swallows your surprised shrieks. Your frown deepens for another moment before you surrender yourself to the possessive kiss, and Wolffe must feel you melting into his arms because he growls against your lips and claims your tongue without remorse. 

His hold on you only grows stronger when he feels your arms move to wrap around his neck, and when he’s sure you’re trying to get closer to him and not push him away, he tilts his head to the side and deepens the kiss, not caring for how messy or aggressive he’s being with you as he shoves his tongue past your lips and reminds you of what you could be missing if you got what you wanted and left him. 

As the need for air becomes difficult to ignore, Wolffe breaks the kiss and gives the two of you a moment of respite. When he opens his eyes and finds your orbs glistening with unshed tears, he swears beneath his breath and lunges for you again, the hand around your throat loosening for a fraction of a second before tightening around your jugular and forcing you to accept his rejection of your wishes. You moan into the kiss, allowing him to take whatever he wants from you, knowing that he wasn’t going to allow you to go through with whatever it is you thought you could get away with tonight. When he’s content with the reactions of your mind and body to his touch, 

“You nearly broke my heart, ner runi. Don’t ever say that to me again!” Wolffe refuses to let go of you, afraid you’d leave the room thinking that he agreed to the sentiment you dropped on him a second ago. When you say nothing in return, he shakes his head and crushes you into his arms, nuzzling into your neck and breathing you in to attempt and calm his nerves. He prays that you give him some form of an answer that confirms your understanding of what he just said, but when you don’t, Wolffe sighs heavily and pulls back enough to take a better look at you. 

“Wolffe, we need to talk ab-” Again, he doesn’t care for what you have to say and cuts you off, letting you know that this was definitely the end of the conversation. 

“No, we’re done talking. You can keep your religion sweetheart, I couldn’t care less for its consequences…but don’t you fucking dare and ask me to abandon mine.” His voice is firm, the familiar unyielding articulation confirming to you that he’s already made up his mind on the matter. There would be no more on the matter. 

As much as you hate to admit it, it feels like a bantha has lifted one of its feet off your chest. You look into his eyes and find them filled with a more familiar emotion, one that kept you going ever since you confessed your feelings to him. You thought it would be difficult to get him to accept your proposition, but you realize then and there that it was definitely harder for you to come to terms with your initial thoughts. 

You slowly smile at him, and it must be what Wolffe needs to hear to forget the last few minutes because his touches become less crazed and more soothing, a level of intimacy you’re always yearning for when the two of you are away from each other for too long. 

“And what...what is your religion?” You barely find the attention span to ask, the familiarity of his touch and his voice sending you down a spiral of lust-filled thoughts that only increased the longer Wolffe remained in your presence. 

“Your body is my religion cyar’ika, and I’m not planning on losing my faith any time soon.” The confession is lewd, mostly because he’s using your weakness to drive the message home. But as dirty as the admission sounded on his lips, you couldn’t help but sink into his embrace, wanting to hear more of him so you could forget about why you were here in the first place. 

“Is that s-so?” You’re practically shaking in his arms, and Wolffe uses your momentary distraction to tug your robes apart and leave a trail of kisses down your neck to where he wanted to bite you most. 

“Yeah,” he licks at your skin, wishing with all his heart he could have you right then and there. It’s not as if the two of you haven’t fucked at 79’s before. He just knew that you both needed something more, something that he can only accomplish in the privacy of his rooms. 

“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to excuse myself for the night, tell the boys I have to finish reports for the General.” He slips a hand underneath the edge of your shirt, drawing circles on your waist until you slowly begin to roll your hips into him. 

“Ahuh,” you’re not really paying attention to what he’s saying, your body already frozen with anticipation now that it felt his hands and his tongue leaving marks across it again. 

“Focus,” he squeezes your ass, shaking it twice to get you to open your eyes and look past the haze to obey his next commands. 

“Yes sir.” You bite into your lip and giggle when he narrows his eyes at you and mumbles something about punishing you for being a tease. 

“You’re going to leave shortly after, something about being needed back at the Temple.” Your stomach twists in knots when you realize he’s using his ‘Commander’ voice on you, and you can’t help but wrap your arms around his neck and mold your lips with his own when you remember the last time he used that same tone on you. 

What a night it was. 

“And where w-will I actually be going?” You ask as soon as Wolffe pulls you away and breaks the kiss. 

“My room baby, where you’ll stay for the rest of the night.” He says matter of factly, as if you shouldn’t even be asking his such a question. 

“Pray tell, Commander. What will we be doing that- oh kriff, that will require me to spend the night in your quarters?” You throw your head back when his hand slithers up your body and cups your breast through your Jedi robes. You can almost feel the heat radiating off the palm of his hand, and the harder he gropes you through your clothes, the more you wish he would just push you down on all fours and fuck you into oblivion. 

“Well, I don’t know about you sweetheart, but I’ll be practicing my faith...and worshiping every inch of your body until the only thing you can feel is me.” The smirk on his face would be menacing if you weren’t so used to it by now, and you gasp lightly when he leans down and bites the skin of your shoulder peeking from beneath your cloak. 

“Oh gods-”

“That’s it, moan for me cyar’ika. I want the whole fucking bar to know who makes you feel good.” Wolffe shoves your thighs apart and pushes his leg in between, slowly moving you back and forth on him to give you a preview of what’s to come tonight. 

“Wolffe, please. I need you.” You fall forward against his chest, whining for him as he continues to move you across his thigh and dares you to come from such a simple touch. 

“Oh, now you need me?” You know he’s joking without looking at him, but the question throws you off guard and you snap your gaze up to see if he was hurt by what you said previously. 

“I- I didn’t…I’m sorry.”

“None of that.” Wolffe shakes his head, not wanting to ruin the moment by something so trivial. He slows down his touches but keeps you moving on him, hoping to distract you long enough to make this night a little better for the both of you. 

“Wolffe,” you call for him again, not in warning but in desperation, hoping that he can see how sorry you are for ever doubting what the two of you had. 

“That was cruel of me, forgive me sweetheart.” His voice is soft, so much sweeter than before, and you’re reminded by how quickly his mood changes whenever he senses you’re upset or angry. 

“How could you ask that when I am the one who hurt you?” You should drop it, everything that he’s done is proof that you should let this go and get back to more important matters, but you can’t stop yourself from asking him, wanting to know why he’s always so patient and caring with you when he was the one who deserved better. 

“You didn’t hurt me, cyare.”

“I did, I- I almost…”

“You could never hurt me, little one. Never.” Like before, he doesn’t care for whatever you have to say, not because he doesn’t value your words, but because he knows how difficult your relationship with him probably weighs on your mind. 

Even from the beginning. 

You study him for what feels like hours but is probably only seconds. And you wonder how anyone could ever think him cruel and rude when he was so loving and unbelievably long-suffering. Without warning, you throw yourself at him, mirroring his actions from before and shoving your mouth against his own to feel grounded. He doesn’t waste a second, pushing you harder against the wall and sucking on your tongue until you were a moaning mess in his embrace. 

“F-fuck, if you keep that up, I won’t- kriff, I won’t hold back.” Wolffe rests his forehead against yours, trying to keep himself in check so he doesn’t end up embarrassing the two of you by what his body is willing to do. 

“Then don’t!”

“You want me to fuck you right here, where anyone can walk in and see you getting filled with my cock?” He shouldn’t be surprised by how wanton you are, and although he knows he should step away and put some space between you and him, he can’t help but retort with his own teasing comment. 

“Please Commander.” You lean up and kiss his jugular, nipping at the skin just above his armor and soothing it with another kiss before laying your head back and meeting his intense gaze. 

“Always playing dirty. Just for that, you’ll have to wait.” Wolffe clears his throat and eyes you up and down before taking a few steps back. He barely manages to hold back from laughing when you stumble forward and nearly lose your footing. You’re about to complain when he raises a hand and silences you, furrowing his eyebrows at you in an attempt to look intimidating. 

“Another word, and I won’t give you my cock tonight.” He warns calmly, smirking immediately when you shake your head and tell him you’ll be good.

“No please, I’ll stop. I’ll behave, I swear.” 

“You’ll behave-?” The question trails until the room is silent again and you know instantly what you said wrong. 

“Commander.” You whisper to him as you try to fix your clothes and hair so you don’t look like you were fucked against a wall by the Commander of the 104th Battalion. You don’t dare smile at him, afraid he’d misunderstand the gesture for another one of your teasing expressions and completely throw the night away. 

“Good girl, now do as you’re told and I promise to reward you.” He watches you saunter past him and before you unlock the door, he smacks your ass quite harshly, watching you closely to see if you were going to behave or retort like you usually do. 

“Yes, sir.” You don’t dare give into his tricks, hoping to get through the next hour or so without getting distracted, or worse…caught. 

“Off you go.” He gestures for you to leave before him, and when you’re no longer in sight, he shuts his eyes and sighs in relief. Wolffe is not sure how the two of you got to where you are now, but considering the fact that he expected something like this to happen since you got together, he’s relieved that it was for reasons different from what his mind conjured up all those nights he spent alone in his bed. 

You walk out and move towards the bar again, your eyes roaming across the busy bar and waiting until Wolffe walks out before you make sure that no one noticed the two of you together. He follows you soon after, finding you almost instantly and winking at you before he heads towards his men. You watch as he tells Sinker to give him his helmet, and you assume they all roll their eyes not a second later because he told them he needed to get some paperwork done. 

But as soon as Cody looks at you, he knows what Wolffe is planning on doing, and before you can turn away from him, he raises his glass and smiles at you before downing the rest of his drink. You should be embarrassed at being seen, but something about the way the Commander gestures at you makes you smile, as if he was telling you that he hoped the two of you are okay. You shake your head at him and throw your hood up, walking to the Commander of the 21st Nova Corps to let him know you’ll be leaving earlier tonight. 

“Ah General, I was wondering when you’ll be joining us.” You smile at Commander Bacara and the boys, giving them a few credits to let them know the next two rounds were on you. 

“Sorry Bacara, I’m calling it early tonight. Needed back at the Temple!” You feel bad for lying to him, but as always, he doesn’t ask for an elaboration, telling you that he hopes you don’t have to do too much paperwork while you’re still on break. 

“See you later,” you nod at him and the others when they salute you, and just as you walk out of the bar, you vaguely hear them yell for the droid making its rounds to get them a round of quanya. 

“Hmm, didn’t peg them for the type.” You mutter to yourself as you step out into the chilly Coruscant air, looking around to see if Wolffe was anywhere to be seen or if he has already left. When you don’t sense his Force signature nearby, you make your way towards the speeder bike Anakin lent you and bring it to life, trying your best to contain yourself so you wouldn’t be caught by another Jedi nearby. 

You make your way through the streets as quickly as possible, and when you make it to the Temple, you park the bike nearby and think of the best way to make it through the barracks without being seen by any of the Masters…or Commanders. 

It’s not the first time you entered the barracks, and under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t be strange to see a Jedi making their way through the hallways. But it was nearly midnight, and you weren’t sure you could lie your way through a question if you were caught before you made it to Wolffe’s quarters. You’re about to reach out to the Force to see if anyone is awake when you hear footsteps approaching you from behind. The familiarity of its warmness sets your mind at ease, and you take a deep breath before you turn to face him. 

“Commander.”

“General, is there something I can help you with?” He’s putting on a show for the surveillance cameras, and you clear your throat before you tell him something about wanting to review the plans for the next mission. 

“Very well,” he’s curt in his response, and you get the sense that he may be avoidant because he has about as much control around you as you do whenever you so much as hear the mention of his name. 

“Thank you, Commander Wolffe.” He nearly falters in his steps at hearing you call his name, and he swears beneath his breath as a way of warning. You nearly smile at his reaction, but you remember how closely the guards watch the cameras and you choose to switch your attention to the ground. Not another word passes between the two of you, and as you reach his room, you feel your heart threaten to leap out of your chest at the prospect of finally spending a night with him. 

Up until now, the two of you had to make do with stolen moments and short breaks, whether on missions or back here. Neither of you have ever spent the night alone, and you find it fitting that tonight would be it. It’s comforting and nerve-wrecking all at once, and as soon as you step into his quarters, you allow yourself to take in the calm before the storm. 

Before the door slides completely shut, Wolffe is on you like a moth to a flame, nearly ripping your clothes off of your body as he pushes you down onto his bed. 

“W-Wolffe, I-” You try to ask him why he’s so frantic and crazed all of a sudden but he lets go of you and stands to his height, making quick work of his armor in record time all the while keeping you still with the mere look in his eyes. 

“I can’t do slow tonight, can’t wait another fucking second without having you.” You always admired how much care he puts into his armor whenever he’s taking it off or putting it back on, so seeing him drop each pass to the ground sends a zap of lightning down your spine. 

You mirror his actions without another word, throwing your boots and socks away before struggling to take your pants off. Moments later, you feel the bed dip once Wolffe crawls towards you, his muscles flexing in such a menacing way that makes you fall back into the sheets and wait for him to tell you what to do next. 

But then he says nothing, and you’re torn between asking him what he needs from you and letting you do whatever the fuck he wants. He reaches for the edge of your pants and tugs them right down your legs, not once blinking as he violently takes your sweater off and throws it somewhere behind him. You’re left in nothing but your undergarments, and as you twist your arms to take your bra off, Wolffe shoves your thighs apart and makes space for himself in between. 

“I need you, now.” His voice should terrify you, it should be enough of a warning for what he has in store for you. But you find it exhilarating, knowing that only you could get him to lose this much control. You try to reach for him, wanting to feel his skin beneath the tips of your fingers, but Wolffe shakes his head and grabs both of your wrists in one hand, slamming them above your head and tightening the hold he has on them while he slithers his other hand down your nude body. 

“If it were up to me mesh’la, I’d tie you to this fucking bed and have my way with you whenever I want. I’d- kriff, I’d fill you with my cum every minute of every fucking day…so everyone would know you’re mine…so they know that I’m yours.” He teases you through your panties, rubbing lazy circles across the damp spot quickly becoming larger. 

“Wolffe, please…take me.” You whine his name in desperation, hoping he’d finally give you his cock and end your misery. 

“I swear to the maker sweet girl, I’m going to fuck you all night long…kiss every inch of you, mark you with my teeth and hands until you’re my very own altar. I’m going to worship you baby, but only if you promise me one thing.” Wolffe slips his fingers beneath the flimsy material of your panties, rubbing at your clit furiously to get you to focus on him and him only. 

“A-anything…anything Commander.” You turn to the side and kiss his forearm, hoping he’d see how willing you are to do whatever he asks of you. 

“Pray for me.” As you look bite into his skin, Wolffe pushes his hard dick into your cunt, not bothering to give you a moment to get used to being so full before he starts fucking into you with sharp thrusts. You’re screaming his name instantly, arching your back from the sheer amount of pain and pleasure he was bringing upon you so quickly. 

“FUck, there we go…such a good fucking girl for me, screaming my name so sweetly. Go on ner Jetii’ika, tell everyone who fucks you like the perfect cockdumb whore you are.” He leans down and bites the top of your breasts, letting go of your wrists for a brief second so he can rip the last bit of clothing shielding you from his hungry eyes. 

“Wolffe…f-ffuck, oh gods…Wolffe!” You twist your fingers into his bed sheets, crossing your legs behind his back and whining for him when he descends down on you and sucks on your nipple. His hand seeks out your own, and when he intertwines his fingers with yours, he grunts and growls against your skin, reaching for the other breast and groping you harshly until the only thing you can feel is his tongue, and his hands, and his cock wreaking havoc on you. 

Wolffe knows he should slow down, perhaps be a little less demanding with you. But something about seeing you in his bed when everyone else is asleep makes him more possessive, more needy with your body. And it didn’t help how you were reacting to his advances, how completely you surrendered your body to him without so much as a question. He opens his eyes and roams them over your already bruising skin, and when he finds you wanting for more, he increases his pace and fucks you until you couldn’t even breathe out his name. 

You sense his gaze on you, and as you look through heavy-lidded eyes, you find him completely focused on your dazed expression. 

“Wolffe, I- I love you.” You’re not sure what makes you say those words now, but a voice in your heart told you this was the right moment. You’ve spoken before about what this thing between the two of you was, and you knew, as well as he, that this would be it. There would be no one else, not for him, and definitely not for you. 

But you’ve never actually said those words out loud. You’ve said it in the way you kissed him, in the way you gave yourself to him…and Wolffe had pretty much conveyed them to you with every stolen glance and every quick touch he managed to sneak when the two of you passed each other on the General’s ship. 

Like before, Wolffe hasn’t expected to hear you part with such a confession, now of all times. He falters in his pace for a brief moment before he sinks his cock into you and stills completely, wanting to be as close and connected with you as possible when he finally said what he’s felt for you since you introduced yourself to him. 

“Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum…cyare.” You let out a quiet sob at the intimacy of the moment, and Wolffe wraps his arms around your neck and your waist to feel you against every bit of his skin. His thrusts are shallow, barely leaving you empty out of fear of losing this moment. You throw your arms around his neck and bring him flush against you, crying for him one last time as he seals your lips with his own and sinks into your wet cunt. 

The world comes to a halt around you, and all you can feel is Wolffe’s lips claiming your mouth just as he fills you with his seed. You come with him, shaking softly in his arms as his hot cum shoots into you and coats your walls with proof of his need to mark every fucking inch of you. It’s too much and not enough, and you push your heels into his ass in an attempt to bring him even closer to you. It’s not possible, you know that, but you want nothing more than to have him sink into your body until you weren’t sure where he ended and you began. 

Wolffe is fighting for his life, torn between giving you a second to breathe and quite literally stealing your breath to fill his lungs with your essence. He parts for a brief moment and looks at you, kissing your eyes softly before shoving his lips against yours again. You don’t dare ask him to give you a moment of respite, mostly because you’re sure you would miss him if he were to put space between your skin and his lips. 

Suddenly, the world turns around and you break the kiss unintentionally, gasping in surprise when he turns the two of you around until he’s laying on his back and you on top of him. You smile against his jaw when you feel his hands slide down your back and grab at your ass. As he starts moving your hips back and forth, you nuzzle into his neck and breathe in his scent, licking and kissing his skin the more he fucks his cum deep into your cunt. 

“W-Wolffe…”

“I’m not done with you yet, ner kar’ta.” The promise is both teasing and terrifying, but you can’t find it in yourself to hesitate, not when he was promising you the stars all night long. 

And he does, he brings you the heavens until you can no longer breathe without tasting the cosmos on your tongue. With every touch of his fingers, you beg him for more…more of his sweet words, more of his sinful kisses, more of his needy cock.

He fucks you until you lose your voice, and when he’s sure he’s rung your body of every ounce of pleasure it can offer him, he fucks you some more, filling your pussy until you were nothing but a mess, a mixture of his seed and your juices.

And then he pushes you down and parts your thighs to pull you apart with his tongue, and you feel that familiar heat rise in your chest all over again. You tug on his hair, torn between urging him to make you cum again and pleading for him to stop because you could no longer stand the pleasure. You were so sensitive, and Wolffe knew very well how painful the ecstasy was becoming, but some twisted part of him wanted to mark your cunt with his teeth and tongue as well. He wanted to devour you, body and soul. Your release comes in the form of a silent cry, and Wolffe laps up your mixed cum until you can’t take it anymore, softly pushing his shoulders away so he can slow down.

There is a lazy smile on your features, one that deepens further when you see Wolffe crawling on top of you and leaving a trail of wet kisses across your sweaty skin.

“Satisfied?” He dares to ask, lightly pinching your nipples when you don’t respond right away. You giggle at the touch, pulling him closer to you so he can kiss you some more. He melts into your body, roaming his hands across the tired muscles until he has no choice but to fall beside you.

You hum in response, studying his relaxed expression and laying the softest of kisses on his forehead before pulling him into your neck. Neither of you say anything, and only when your breathing steadies does Wolffe pull away to make sure you’re comfortable and asleep.

He sits up on his elbows and takes in his handiwork, biting his lower lip when he sees the bruises already forming all over your body. The contentment falters for a split second, but his worries evaporate when you sleepily reach for him and bring him back into your arms. He mutters his love for you one last time before surrendering to the comfort of your embrace, falling into a deep sleep almost as soon as he rests his cheek on your shoulder. 

It’s hours later when you wake, and you groan tiredly when the sunbeams hit your eyes and make it difficult to escape them. You turn to the other side and peek through your lashes, only to find Wolffe already wide awake, softly touching the length of your arm with his lips and nose, as if he was tracing every little mark he left on your body from last night. He looks up when he notices your breaths coming in erratically, winking at you and smirking at the sudden spirit of shyness falling over your tired form. 

“I can taste the sunlight on your skin.” He moans against your clavicle, lightly nipping at the skin over the bone when you turn away from him and hide beneath the sheets. 

“Hmm…such a smooth talker.” You groan from underneath the shield you’ve created, giggling like a little girl when Wolffe tugs them away and attacks your face with playful nips and kisses. 

“Only for you cyar’ika.” He whispers into your ear before biting at the space just below it, his touches becoming less playful and more needy as he takes in the way your body is reacting to his advances. 

“Wolffe, your lips feel so good.” You throw your head back and sink your nails into the muscles on his back, gasping for air the longer Wolffe continues to mark you up. It’s almost as if he was looking for spots on your skin he hasn’t left his bite marks or fingerprints on. Not that you were complaining. 

“Just my lips, General?” You can hear the smile on his handsome face, and you nearly push back to edge him on, but you realize it would serve you better to give into him and tell him what he wants to hear. 

“N-no, it’s everything you do to me Wolffe. It’s in your touch…your- your voice…your cock.”

“My little Jedi can’t get enough of me.” He shifts you in his arms until you’re laying on your stomach, and when you try to look back to see what he has in mind, he combs his finger into your hair and pushes you into the pillows until he has access to your back. When he hears whine his name, he descends down on you like a crazed man, sinking his teeth into the skin he wasn’t able to reach last night while pulling on your hair to remind you who was in charge. 

“Oh gods…never, Wolffe. Never. I want you all the kriffing time, even now…I just want you to- to,” you forget what you want to say, the need to commit this moment to memory outweighing whatever information your mind wanted to part with. It must be the reaction Wolffe was wanting for because he chuckles against your heated skin and finishes your thought for you. 

“Claim you?”

“Please.” You try to push the sheets away from you so you can feel him against your back, and Wolffe lets go of you for a split second to let you do whatever you wish, returning flush against you once you’re completely nude to his eyes. He’s on you in the blink of an eye, teasing you with the head of his hard cock while keeping a firm hold on your hips so you don’t move against him.

“Can’t really do that now, can I mesh’la?” He struggles through his words, his hungry eyes picturing all the things he still wants to do to you as you lay there beneath him, willingly submitting your entire self to him without a second thought. 

“You’re already mine, little Jedi. You’re mine, have been since you came here all those months ago and told me you wanted me.” He massages your back with his calloused hands, trying to come to terms with the fact that he will never be close enough to you. He’ll never get tired of this. He’ll never not want to touch you with everything he’s got. 

“But since you plead so sweetly,” you moan into the sheets as you feel him part your thighs and slowly sink his cock into your swollen cunt, keeping you filled to the brim and refusing to move until you begged some more. 

“Wolffe...” You reach back and tug on his hair to bring him closer to you, the need to hear what you do to him igniting a flame in your chest, one that only he could put out by showing you how much he craves you. 

“F-ffuck, you’ve ruined the mornings for me cyare. Now I- I won’t stop thinking of your wet, tight pussy when I…kriff, when I wake up.” Wolffe bites into your shoulder as he rolls his hips into you, no longer able to control his desires from you. He wanted you to know the effect you have on him, the hold you had on his very soul ever since you walked onto his ship and offered your aid all those months ago. 

“I’m yours Commander, always. Y-you can have me whenever you want.” You sigh heavily when he growls against your skin and continues to fuck into you without caring for how rough he’s being. 

“E-even at sunrise, General?” Wolffe chuckles as soon as your cunt clenches tightly around him at the mention of the honorific, letting you know that he enjoys calling you by your rank as much as he does when you moan his. 

“Especially at sunrise-” You barely manage to breathe out, smiling through the assault he was bringing on your body as you surrender yourself completely to him.

“My little tracinya,” Wolffe nuzzles into the crook of your neck, content with the way you seem to melt the harder he fills you with his cock. A part of him knows he should maybe discuss the incident from last night, but he finds it difficult to pay any mind to your words when he already has you so willing and wanting beneath him. 

Later, he would consider the little issue of your religion later. 

Sunrise - Keep Your Religion (Commander Wolffe) Warnings: Summary:

Fire - Tell the Stars How Much You Want Me (Sergeant Hunter) Warnings: Summary:

Blaster - For Your Service (Commander Mayday and Crosshair) Warnings: Summary:

Kamino - Pluviophile (Tech) Warnings: Summary:

Massif - Almost Idyllic (Captain Rex) Warnings: Summary:

Droid - Golden Hour (Tech) Warnings: Summary:

Jewelry - Something Sweet (Sergeant Hunter) Warnings: Summary:

The Force - Permission Granted (Commander Wolffe) Warnings: Summary:

Outer Rim - Fahrenheit (Commander Mayday) Warnings: Summary:

"I Hate This" - Defenses (Captain Rex) Warnings: Summary:

"I'm Coming with You" - To Keep You from Breaking (Captain Rex) Warnings: Summary:

Lucky - Desperately Wanting (Commander Wolffe) Warnings: Summary:

Life Day - Playing with Fire (Commander Wolffe) Warnings: Summary:

"Leave Me Alone" - Wicked Games (Commander Wolffe) Warnings: Summary:

Royal - Before My Eyes (Commander Wolffe) Warnings: Summary:

tatooine - Tai (Daiyu Veteran); "Cautiousness" this is part of a series

fireworks - Hound; "Fireworks"

"i love you" - 99; "Wild, Uncharted Waters"

"i saw it happen" - Tai; "A Little More Alive"

cody - Sister; "Cyare"

omega - Emerie Karr; "Blood Runs Red"

music - Tai; "E Ipo"

senate - Riyo + Echo; "Where I Fit"

sev - Sev (Republic Commando); "Marcid - Incredibly Exhausted"

Panic runs through your sleep-addled brain. He's trying to steal your warmth, your blankets, the entire expanse of your comfortable bedding, and you simply will not stand for it! A childish, impetuous "no!" is mumbled into the pillow as your fingers dig into whatever they can reach, blanket, sheets, muscle - it's all yours and you're not giving it up.

"Atin'ika," comes the rumbling response from deep in Sev's throat; a warning.

It triggers a synapse buried deep in your consciousness that comes surging to the forefront. Your eyes flutter open, searching for him in the impossible darkness, then your hands take up the mission, mapping out the general layout of man and mattress while you stammer senselessly through an apology.

Three words was all you needed to know just how bone tired he is. You're an idiot. He's been gone for weeks, off on some terrible mission in the middle of nowhere, getting shot at, cursed, buried alive in muck and mud and rubble, and you're worried about getting enough sleep?

"Here, here." With the lights off, it's all a guess as to whether or not your rearranging of the blankets is doing him any good. "Baby, 'm sorry. I didn't-"

He cuts you off with a long, loud snore. You're frozen for what feels like an eternity, waiting, listening, and then - another one. He's already asleep.

You could try and stir him, you know he'd wake in an instant. You could ask if he needs anything, if he's okay, and he would push through the exhaustion to try and hold a conversation (with no small amount of grumpage either), but you know as well as you know the rest of him that he needs sleep. You let him have it. There will be time for questions and kisses tomorrow.

You press your lips to the general area of his cheek anyway. "Night, Sev. Love you."

"Not exactly worried 'bout a droideka blastin' through your flat, babe," he tells you when you ask him about the following morning. He says it so nonchalantly, too, as if it's nothing. But you know what he really means. You see it in his eyes. He felt safe.

prompt: sev + Jordan's lovely prompt ✔️ (finally, a bingo!)

Don't Leave Me - Crosshair × reader Square: “Don’t leave me”

What Is That? - Echo x reader Square: “What is that?”

The Captain and His Commander - Howzer × reader Square: Howzer

A Dream Within a Dream - Fives × reader Square: Dream

Little Matchmaker - Hunter x reader Square: Omega

Give the Man Some Love - Cody x reader Square: Cody

Reunions - Gregor x reader Square: Ord Mantell

Distress - Crosshair x reader Square: Cuddling

A heavy sigh escaped her mouth as she unlocked the door to her flat before tumbling in. Y/N proceeded to then drop her bags of books and kicked off her shoes.

Her eyes were so heavy as she tried to decide whether to go to the kitchen or just collapse on the coach. She decided to go with the latter as she stumbled across the living room to her couch.

Y/N could hear the water running in her bathroom as she collapsed face down into the pillows letting out a small oof at the impact.

Crosshair was most likely here since if she remembered correctly he had a leave that started…today. She had forgotten until just now. At least her weekend had started…

“Hello cyare,” came the smooth voice of Crosshair from a distance. Y/N grunted softly in greeting. A dry chuckle resonated through the flat as the worn out woman felt a pair of warm hands rest on her shoulders.

“Rough day?” Crosshair asked shortly as he tried to sit on the edge of the couch by Y/N.

“Mmmmm…” she weakly replied leaning up to look at the silver haired sniper who was smirking down at her.

The man sighed hearing how tired his lover sounded. He looked around trying to think of what he could do to help get her mind off of the harsh reality of life.

An idea popped into his mind.

“Cyare,” his voice was so soft. Y/N stirred a bit at the sound.

“Come on, mesh’la,” Cross said gripping gently at Y/N’s shoulders, “Let’s get you fed and in bed.”

“‘M tired though…” his lover mumbled into the pillow that she currently was face down in.

“Yeah but you gotta eat. Come on. I brought something home,” he tried to persuade Y/N to move. Begrudgingly, she leaned up and looked at her soldier with big tired eyes.

“Do I need to worry what you brought home?” her question made Crosshair scoff.

“Why should you worry?”

“Because the last time you ‘brought’ something home, it was already bad.”

“Cyare, sometimes I wonder if you trust me.”

He chuckled as he stood from where he sat. Crosshair stopped and held out a hand for Y/N to take. She took it gratefully and followed her lover into her small kitchen.

“I must admit. You surprised me this time, Cross!”

“Hmmm…how touching that I surprised you.”

Y/N giggled at his comment as it had been very sarcastic. She yawned quietly trying not to look too sleepy, but her tiredness betrayed her as Crosshair noticed that yawn.

“Tired mesh’la?” his voice asked making Y/N perk up.

“No, just…” she tried not to yawn again.

Crosshair chuckled standing from the dining table and holding a hand out.

“Come on. I’m putting you to bed.”

“Cross! No! I don’t need to go to bed yet! I got some studying to do before-“

“Quiet…”

Y/N shut up immediately while taking his hand and letting him drag her to her room. She giggled at her lover’s antics but was silenced when Crosshair pushed her body to the mattress.

“Cross, can I…?”

“No.“

She gave in as he sprawled an arm across her holding her down. Her eyes grew heavy, but she still fought sleep.

“Sleep. I’ll keep you safe,” Crosshair’s voice said softly as he grasped her tightly around the waist pulling her against his chest.

Y/N relaxed into his arms. Maybe she could afford a few winks of sleep in her beloved’s arms. School could wait.

It’s another not so subtle jab at the fact that you definitely don’t get enough sleep, that you skip meals some days and eat too many on others, that you run yourself almost as ragged as she runs herself. Because wherever she goes, you go.

You shrug. “My work’s important, Ri.”

“As is mine.”

And so it goes. This conversation is nothing new, nor is your mutual exhaustion, and this isn’t the last time this will happen. It’s the sacrifice Riyo makes to be a senator and it’s the sacrifice you make to be by her side.

Her comm chirps then and even though you know she’s exhausted, she forces herself to sit up and check her messages. The light filters her skin into a soft, pale shade of periwinkle and when she smiles, Maker, you’re done for. Her cheek markings wrinkle a bit, the corners of her eyes crinkle, and she’s so breathtaking that for a moment you forget to be jealous.

She starts typing away soon after, eyes wide and cheeks flushed and her body language is completely different, and there it is. There’s that wicked green monster rearing its head, coiling around the base of your spine and huffing its fire into your lungs until they constrict and you forget how to breathe.

It hurts to see them together, even when it’s in little moments like this where they’re physically separated but their hearts are reaching for one another. Three years isn’t a terribly long time, but it’s long enough in love. Long enough for you to memorize how she takes her kaf (she always goes for the sweeter blends with extra cream) and the silent tells that tremble in her bones when she’s anxious, the songs she likes to sing (she’s fond of Pantoran folk songs and Chalactan holo tracks) and all her favorite hairstyles (side buns have long been out of style, but you miss the way she used to wear them all the same). Long enough for you to see the passion that burns like molten gold in her eyes and her fierce, cunning sense of justice and morality, and to fall head over heels for it because all of it points to the fact that she’s the most remarkable woman you’ve ever met.

You told yourself to push all those feelings away, to hide them deep inside yourself so they never saw the light of day because she was busy fighting a war and you were busy helping her fight it. She had meetings to attend and bills to rally for, and you had a never ending flow of paperwork, kaf runs, and other menial secretarial work to finish. Neither of you ever had a moment to spare for romance.

At least not until the clone showed up. You grimace at the insensitive wording of the thought. It’s just your jealousy talking, you know that, but it still makes you feel icky that you’re capable of stooping so low because Echo’s a good man. He’s brave and honest, and one of the most genuine people you know. He’s a true gentleman, a brilliant soldier, and he’s passionate about fighting the Empire and saving his brothers. You admire him. You want to hate him. But he makes Riyo smile and he remembers your name and he’s even saved both your lives on a couple of occasions. You could never hate him.

“Ri,” you sigh, and she finally looks up from her comm, “just go home, okay? I’ll clean up here.”

She shakes her head. “I still have work to do-”

“And it’ll still be here tomorrow. But it’s late and you need to rest. Please,” you add when it looks like she’s about to protest. “For me?”

You’d do anything for her and while you know she’d do a lot of things for you, maybe even anything if she were feeling generous, you know she wouldn’t mean it in the same way. And that’s okay. You’re content in your friendship. Maker knows you would never jeopardize it unless you knew for certain that your feelings were returned, but damn if your stomach doesn’t do a flip when she relents and agrees to take herself home. For you. Because you asked.

Things have been hard since Rampart’s arrest. More clones have gone AWOL, which is worth celebrating all on its own, but it comes at the cost of more anti-clone sentiments and a lot of it gets hurled at Riyo, within and beyond the senate walls. What flak she doesn’t get for her attempt at clone rights gets pushed onto 79’s, once a bustling haven for clones and now reduced to a soulless establishment where the lights never turn on and music never plays.

Echo and his brother Rex spend a lot of their time off world fighting the good fight and smuggling deserters to safety, but sometimes there are casualties. Sometimes a brother or two doesn’t make it, sometimes it’s a whole squad. And sometimes Riyo gets called out of bed in the middle of the night because Echo came home with blood on his armor and an emptiness in his eyes that she’s never been able to shake. That’s what she tells you when she can’t sleep and she stares up at her ceiling all night, recalling nightmares of glowing eyes under dark hoods and shadowed figures with blasters.

“Perhaps this war isn’t one we can win,” she says when the atmosphere is heavy with smog and her heart is sad.

“We just have to keep fighting,” you urge when you see the fire in her eyes go dim. “Echo’s counting on you, Ri, all the clones are. We can’t let them down.”

She rests her head on your shoulder and her hair spills down over your blouse like a lilac waterfall. She smells like cherry blossoms and Pantoran cinnamon. Your mouth tingles with the effort of biting back the desire to kiss all her worries away.

That’s what Echo walks in on: his lover’s cheek on your collarbone, your hand on her back, and the lights of her apartment dimmed enough so you're all little more than silhouettes. His name is like a prayer on her lips the moment she sees him, but everything from her heart to her head is tired and you can see she’s struggling to get off the sofa to properly greet him.

He doesn’t say anything. You wonder if he’s sizing you up in an attempt to determine whether or not you’re a threat. I’m not, you promise, I could never take her from you. But when you pass one another at the door, his hand catches on your elbow and the overhead light shines above him, illuminating all his sharp edges and casting long, deep shadows over the gaunt parts of his face.

He nods and when you look hard enough, you think you see a hint of a smile in the corner of his mouth. “Thank you.”

You nod dumbly. “Of course.”

You never noticed before just how beautiful his eyes are. The only reasoning you can come up with is that it’s love: love is what makes him beautiful. His love for his people, his love for the Republic and the Jedi, his love for Riyo. It practically radiates through his skin. He’s burning from the inside out with love and passion, but it never consumes him.

Now it’s all you can see. Every time you see him, a once rare encounter that’s quickly becoming more and more common, you see his beauty. Every story Riyo tells about him, you can feel it, you recognize it as a universal truth. When you look at Riyo, you see their devotion, and it shines brighter than a thousand suns.

And you realize that's why it hurts so much to see them together - you love them both and they're so busy orbiting each other that you swear they forget you exist.

Every time Echo thinks he has things figured out, the universe comes along and throws a wrench in his plans. When he was just a shiny, he thought he was going to spend the rest of his days fighting at Domino Squad’s side. He thought one day 99 would get to see him promoted to ARC trooper. He figured when he got out of Skako Minor, he’d find Fives waiting for him and it’d be like old times. And when he met Riyo, when he really got to know her and understand the person behind the senator, he thought he’d finally found ‘it’, whatever it was. His mission, his love, the things in life that he valued more than he was even able to express.

He’s heard stories of people falling for multiple partners at once, hell, he’s even witnessed it among brothers. He’s seen one clone with two lovers, two clones agreeing to share a lover, he’s read all the catchy headlines about politicians with harems and average citizens with three spouses, and while he’s never been one to judge, he’s never really understood it either. He always figured he’d be alone and he never really had time for anything beyond a quickie in the 79’s bathroom, let alone romance. He’d made peace with that long ago. But now he finds himself swaddled in rich Pantoran silks and he inhales the scent of cherry blossoms and while he presses a kiss to Riyo’s temple, he finds that his thoughts are drifting to you.

“You alright?”

It’s remarkable how immediately he reacts to her. Before he’s fully conscious of it, Echo can feel his attention snapping back to the present, to her, and with it comes an immense wave of guilt.

“Actually,” he sighs before he can stop himself, “there’s... something on my mind.”

And he wishes he could take those words back and shove them down his throat, pretend he never spoke them, but it’s too late. He may as well soldier on. It’s just that he’s not sure how to say it.

Riyo adjusts so that she’s laying more on his torso than on her side and this way she can see him better. A thrill runs through him when she rests a hand on his ribcage and it only serves to confuse him even more. “What is it?”

Echo drops his head onto the pillow. He starts and stops half a dozen times, mouth opening and closing as he tries to find the right words to explain exactly what’s going on inside his head, but nothing feels right. He doesn’t want to hurt her and he doesn’t want to break things off either, but these new feelings are strange and uncomfortable and he’s not sure she’ll be very welcoming to them.

Her fingers rub soothingly over the skin just below one of his implants. “Tell me, love.”

“Your friend,” he stammers out in a blind panic. “The secretary.” He’s too scared to say your name, scared it’ll make it more real.

Riyo brows pull together. “What about her?”

“She loves you.”

Dank farrik, of all the things he could possibly say, that was what his brain decided on?

“Echo, what are you talking about?”

Well. Since he’s gone and opened his big mouth, he ought to see it through. There’s no way he can back out now.

“I’ve seen the way she looks at you, when she thinks you can’t see or when she thinks I’m looking at you.” He doesn’t mean it in an accusatory way. Kriff, it’s not like he can blame you! He knows firsthand just how lovely Riyo is and what it means to love her.

But what he doesn’t expect is for Riyo to start laughing. How is she finding this funny? If he found out that his long time co-worker and close friend was potentially in love with him, he wouldn’t be laughing about it!

“Echo, we’re friends, nothing more.”

“Close friends,” he reminds her.

“Yes, but I don’t think I’m the one she’s in love with.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Who else?”

She grins like a lothcat as she settles her chin on the back of her hand, just atop his stomach. “It’s you.”

There’s a million things he could say, a million thoughts zipping from one end of his brain to the other, a handful of witty remarks and memories seared into his brain that he could recount as evidence for the exact opposite of her claim, but all he can muster is a startled and slightly strangled, “What?”

“She’s been asking about you recently. It’s quite sweet. And I’ve caught her watching us kiss more than a few times.”

Because she’s looking at you, he wants to say, except his tongue catches on the fact that you’ve been inquiring after him. What does that even mean? Do you inquire about his wellbeing the way he’s been biting his tongue about for the past few weeks? He shakes his head. He knows for a fact that you’re in love with Riyo. Why in the galaxy would you be focused on him in any capacity?

It’s a longshot and he knows it, but maybe you’re struggling with the same kind of thoughts that he is. Maybe somewhere along the way you stopped resenting him and somehow, by some miracle, you saw in him the same thing that Riyo did.

He jolts forward like he’s been electrocuted. The sheets pool around his hips and Riyo rolls onto her back to avoid getting crushed, and suddenly his head is spinning. He can feel his veins flooding with adrenaline.

“You know how I feel about you, don’t you?” She looks up at him from beneath her lashes, confused, and nods. “You know I’m committed t’ us, even with the resistance and the Empire?”

Her hands find his face in a heartbeat. “Of course I know, cyare.”

“She loves us both, ner kar’ta." It’s coming out all jumbled and Echo’s not sure how to fix it, he just knows he has to say it before he loses his courage. “Somehow. And I think I understand it because I think I love both of you, too.”

The most unbearable silence passes between them. He hates it. He can feel the weight of Riyo’s thoughts lingering in the air as she processes his confession and he can feel the heaviness of her coming rejection. It feels like he’s suffocating. He doesn’t want to rush her, but if she doesn’t at least look at him he thinks he might pass out.

“Say something,” he pleads. “Anything.”

She licks her lips. “What are you saying exactly? Do you still- Are we-”

Echo gathers her hands up in his and this time he doesn’t shy away from pressing his scomp link on top. “We are fine, Riyo. I still want you, I still love you. But something’s happened the last few weeks that’s made me see her in a completely different light. I can’t explain it.” He thinks for a moment and finds that actually, he can. “It was you. I saw the way she loved you. She took care of you when I was away, held you when I couldn’t, and she stepped back when I returned. Even though she loves you, she wants you to be happy. And I think I realized that you were just as safe with her as I try to make you with me.”

His forehead drops to rest against hers and there’s a moment where he can feel her breath stir in his lungs; it gives him focus and strength to know that she’s still with him.

“I understand if this is too much. I can’t say I understand it myself. I never thought I could fall in love with anyone, let alone two people, and I can’t help thinking about what this could become. But... if you say no, I’ll drop it. I promise.”

The cool brush of fingers at his neck urges him to open his eyes. He can see the uncertainty on her face, he knows she’s hesitant, but he’ll accept whatever outcome. He’s just glad she’s hearing him out.

“Tell me more about your theory,” she finally says.

“Theory?” he hums.

“Why do you think she loves me?”

Taungsdays are the worst. They’re always horribly long and horribly busy, the traffic is always torturous, and your favorite kaf shop closes early. You want nothing more than to go home and crawl into bed, maybe stuff your face with some comfort food, but Riyo’s invited you to her apartment and you think she knows you could never refuse her. You do take twice as long as necessary getting there, though, if only so that your brain has a chance to wind down and reset for a social setting.

And it's a good thing you do because the last thing you had expected to see upon entering the apartment is Echo. Yet there he stands, leaning over the stove with his good arm as he works at something. Riyo is setting up the table, her hair done up in those side buns you've missed so dearly, and for a moment, you wonder if you've greatly misunderstood your invitation.

Had Riyo forgotten you were coming? Gotten your evening mixed up with a late night date with Echo? Had he come in unexpectedly and she'd forgotten to tell you? Were you meant to sit there and watch them through the romantic haze of lit candles and your own envy?

Funny, then, how all those fears and all the hurt dissipate the moment she lays eyes on you. She turns and is, for a moment, framed by the gentle candlelight and the soft glow of the Coruscant skyline from the window beyond, and she looks more beautiful than you've ever known. She smiles.

"You're here."

"I, I let myself in," you stammer weakly. "I hope that's alright?"

You know it is. It always has been. But with Echo here and your stomach twisting itself into knots, you're suddenly second-guessing your judgment.

"Of course."

Echo has spotted you as well by now. Whatever he's working at in the kitchen, it's apparently no longer important because all his attention is focused on you, on the surprise and nervous joy etched so clearly into his face as he gazes at you.

You've not moved from the doorway since you entered, too frozen with uncertainty to take a single step. There's something going on here, you're sure of it. The atmosphere is different, the energy electrifying the air is different, everything is different tonight, and you can't fully grasp how or why.

You start to understand, or at least suspect, the reason once you are ushered inside. Riyo's hand on your arm, heavier than it's ever been, lingering, gentle. Echo's eyes, suddenly unable to meet yours, his posture rigid and his brows deeply furrowed. Both of them have donned new clothes that drift somewhere in the vague, empty space between date night formal and late night casual, and it hits you like a freighter - they know.

Of course they do. Kriff, you've probably let yourself slip, given yourself too many excuses to let your mind wander, your gaze soften, to take Riyo in your arms and comfort her, to seek Echo out when he returns home and offer your support. And they've asked you here, amidst their latest date, to tell you that they're simply not interested and could you please tone it down?

How could you have been so foolish? You ought to have been content with what you had. The whispers of could-be's late at night in this very apartment, of what might-have-been's at the office, the maybe's that dance about within in your skull before you drift off to sleep. Instead, you're losing your best friend, you're losing the best man you've ever known, and it's all because -

"Hey."

You startle from the flurry of your thoughts to find Echo at your side. His good arm is otherwise occupied with carrying a a rather impressive looking tray of food, but his scomp arm has rested gingerly on your shoulder, and you marvel at the lightness of its touch. You had thought with it being pure metal and machinery that it would weigh him down, but it doesn't. Cautiously, you trace the line of arm all the way up to his face.

His face, normally drawn tight and serious, has lost some of its severity. His eyebrows are tilted up a bit, his kaf brown eyes searching, searching - for what you cannot guess. "You alright?" he finally asks.

His kindness makes something inside you ache. It's one of the first things you noticed about him once you stopped feeling jealous and started actually seeing him for the man he always was.

"Yeah," you answer, but the word comes out haltingly, unsure, and your heart isn't really in it.

The food is quickly settled upon the table and the scomp is traded for a hand of flesh and blood, for a hand that is broad and warm, fingernails cut short and skin that is lightly flecked with lighter and darker spots of melanin. He doesn't say anything else - perhaps he doesn't know what to say - but you get the sense that he isn't judging you for your own uncertainty or discomfort. He lightly squeezes your shoulder before moving back toward the kitchen, and you're left to wonder now, more than you had a mere minute earlier, just what the hell is going on.

"There's something we'd like to ask you."

Shame and horror rise up the back of your throat in the form of bile, hot and bitter, and immediately souring the aftertaste of the wonderful dinner the pair had made for you. It's an awful confirmation of what you had already dreaded - that they know and this whole evening is a gentle termination of your friendship.

But still, you hate to see it end, no matter how certain that ending is, so you mask your panic with the most hard-won smile you've ever attempted.

A quick sip of bubbling cider serves as another way to distance yourself from this horrible uncertainty. "What's that?"

Riyo and Echo share a look, charged with meaning that you're incapable of translating. Oh Maker, no.

"We've been friends for some years now, you and I," Riyo starts, but there's no hint of upset, no poorly hidden disgust or frustration. It's a simple statement of fact. Cautious optimism settles below your sternum. "I would never wish to do anything that might jeopardize that, so please - understand that you can always say no."

Wait, what?

Before you have a chance to utter a single word in either protest or surprise, Riyo continues on. She doesn't have to reach far to find Echo and settle a hand upon his arm, to connect herself to him once more. "We believe there may be something more here, between all three of us, and Echo and I would like to explore that with you."

"Only if that's what you want," Echo adds quickly. He still can't quite look you in the eye, but you don't think it's because he's embarrassed or disturbed by the proposition. There's something else. "I realize you and I are still figuring out where we stand with each other. But I like you. You're, you're good to Riyo, and you're good to me. We trust you." His throat visibly bobs when he swallows then. "I trust you."

And you slump back in your seat.

There's so much to process and so little time. You can feel each second dragging by, dragging you down further and further until you're certain the gravity of the moment is going to propel down to the very core of the planet where you'll promptly burst into a ball of flames.

You can say no. To what, the most life-altering declaration of romantic interest you've ever encountered in your entire life? Something more. Something more! So you had been obvious about it. But they approve? They're interested? We trust you. I trust you.

Your mouth starts moving before you've fully formed a single thought. "I thought... Kark, I thought you brought me here to let me down easy!"

Riyo giggles, Echo looks vaguely amused. They're both so beautiful, radiant in the candlelight.

"If that's what you want," she starts, but she can hardly finish before you're violently shaking your head.

"NoIdon'twantthat!" And then, taking a moment to compose yourself, you try again. "What I mean is, yes, I'd like to try."

Sithspit, are you really saying that? You're ready to take that plunge? You hadn't realized just how willing you were until the question had been asked. It was a wish that lingered in your wildest dreams, the kind that could never be granted or come to fruition, the kind that made you feel a fool for ever imagining them. Yet now that wish is fulfilling itself without any effort on your part. You are, to say the least, stunned.

"I don't understand. I thought the two of you were... I mean, you're both so..." There's no delicate way of telling your best friend 'I thought you were straight and also, since when is your boyfriend into me?'. Instead, you settle on the much more tactful, "I didn't think either of you even noticed me."

There's a not-so-subtle squeezing of one periwinkle hand within another, larger one some faint shade of brown and pale peach.

"We do," says the woman you love.

"Have for a while," says the man who loves her.

The room is quiet for a spell. The only sounds are those of the city nightlife, but it's muted through the glass and steel of the apartment.

“Starlight,” Riyo sighs as her eyes flicker all over your face, “may I kiss you?” 

You could live to be a thousand and in all that time, you would have never imagined that the woman of your dreams would ask such a thing. It’s so startling that you almost want to run away. After all, if you keep running, you never have to stop and wait for the other shoe to drop. You can just outrun the shoe. But the glimmer in her eyes is as real as the knot in your throat and this dream could very well become a reality if you only find the courage to chase it. 

“You want to?” You still can’t quite believe it. 

Her smile is sweet and soft, and Maker, you want her so bad. “Yes.” 

So you nod. “Okay.” It’s about all you can manage.

Riyo scoots her chair back and stands. She starts a path that weaves around the table, and all the while Echo watches her. You're not sure if you're supposed to defer to him and his comfort level, or to her and the longing you've fostered for her these past years. What if he tells her to stop? What if she doesn't listen? What if she wants this as much as you do? What if Echo does, too?

When she finally stops beside your chair, all cautious wonderings and hesitations are gone. There is only Riyo standing tall and proud above you, her mouth curling into the sweetest smile, your heart about to beat right through your ribcage.

She leans in slowly, like she has all the time in the galaxy, and the cider from earlier starts tingling at the back of your throat again. “You’re sure?” 

“Ri, I’ve wanted to kiss you for ages. Please.” 

The only things that exist in the universe are you and her. Her hand reaching for your knee, grazing over the bone with the edge of her thumb, her gaze dropping from above your nose to the space right below it, the slight parting of her lips as she draws closer and closer. You’re overwhelmed by the sudden urge to cry just before her nose brushes your cheek and then – oh, stars above, she’s kissing you. Finally. Three years of longing and she’s finally claiming the one thing you never thought she’d want. 

Her mouth tastes like cider and a little hint of lip balm. She’s wonderful. She’s cool and sweet and the smell of her is flooding your senses until all you can comprehend is a warm pressure, bubbly, and cherry blossoms. One of her hands cups the curve of your cheek, pulls you in a little closer, and then it’s all over and you’re blinking back into reality.

You wonder if you have stars in your eyes like in those pixelated children’s holos. You’re fighting every instinct in your body that’s screaming to chase after her, to wrap your fingers in her hair and let her take what she wants, or ask her what she might give you. You want to put your hands on her waist and feel the reality of her so that you know for sure this is no dream. You want... you want her, anything and everything she’ll give you, you want to know she means all of this, you want so much and it’s all right at your fingertips, and you’re praying she wants you even a fraction as much as you want her.

“I’ve never kissed a woman before,” she hums with a hand pressed to her lips. You can see her smile poking out from behind.

“D’you like it?” Echo asks and the steady rumble of his voice is enough to send a shiver down your spine.

Riyo eyes you sideways, considers you as her teeth dig into the flesh of her lower lip. A more foolish you might say she was teasing you. A wiser you says not to get your hopes up.

“I do.”

Between the height of your chair and her natural posture, she doesn’t stand much taller than your head and this gives her the perfect opportunity to take your face in her hands again and lean in close. 

“I’d like to try something.” 

You swallow. “Please.” 

It’s not until she’s fully lowered herself into your lap that you realize the trouble you’re in. Your stomach has plummeted so low that you’re sure it’s catapulted itself through the other end of the planet and is now hurtling through space. Your mouth is dry and your ears are ringing from the force of your heartbeat thundering away and somewhere in the back of your head, you’re distantly aware of Echo watching and an annoying voice that’s telling you you’re in over your head, you’re not good enough for her, or him, but then her mouth is on yours again and you stop thinking. 

Her tongue sweeps out across your lips in a gentle press and it’s on instinct that you open up for her. You eagerly rise up to meet her in every way possible and that voice in your head goes completely silent because all you can do is follow the instinct deep in your bones that compels you to run your hands up Riyo’s spine and into her hair. She squeaks at first, but settles down a moment later. Her own hands drop to your shoulders and then they wander, one along your collarbone to the hollow of your throat, one to the nape of your neck just above your hem. And then she moans and shifts her weight so she’s rubbing herself on the swell of your thighs, and you break apart with a tattered cry. 

“Is this alright?” 

Surely she can gauge the harsh angle of your neck as you throw your head back and squeeze your eyes shut, how your entire lower half responds to her by jolting back and forth, seeking her out, aching for her. 

“Yes. You’re... You’re more than alright,” you stammer between jolts of simmering want lancing through your belly. “Just took me by surprise.” 

Echo chuckles from his spot on the sofa. “Yeah, she tends t' do that.”

Riyo hums happily as her eyes flicker about you. She's not even trying to hide her smile, how pleased she is that you're reacting like this. "May I try something else?" she asks.

"Anything," is the desperate response that tears itself from your throat.

With her attention still fixed on you, she tilts her head ever so slightly toward her shoulder and calls, "Cyare?"

Echo's body goes still in response. At least, it does until she explicitly prompts him to approach. And it's only once your heart is in your throat and Riyo has him by the front of his shirt, dragging him down, down, pressing her lips to his ear and whispering something half Pantoran, half Mando'a, it's only once your eyes have about bulged out of your head because seeing them together like this no longer makes your chest tight and stomach shake with jealousy, it's only once Echo has turned to you, his eyes dark and lips parted, that you think you're in way over your head. That perhaps you stepped into this too blind and too hungry. That maybe-

Oh, he's soft. Softer than you thought. Soft like Riyo. You'd always assumed that since he was a soldier, since he came back from the brink of death with a body in pieces, since his cheeks are gaunt from years of neglect and his muscles are joined to bits of metal, that he would be all hard edges. Echo is anything but. His mouth is gentle on yours, his lips feather light and warm. His remaining hand comes to rest upon your cheek and tempt you closer, to let yourself fall into his warmth.

"Easy, cyar'ika," he breathes as he withdraws from you. The teasing is gentle, paired with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. "Was that alright?"

You nod eagerly, breathlessly. "Yes. Yes, it was wonderful. You're wonderful."

Riyo laughs, and Echo does, too.

"Can I kiss you again?" you ask. There's no point in being shy now, not with one of them straddling your lap and the other tracing their thumb across your cheekbone. You don't think you could ever be shy again now that you know they care for you, want you, that they've made a place for you within their lives.

"You never have to ask."

prompt: senate ✔️