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The training grounds were almost empty, except for a few other troopers on the far end of the room, who seemed to be too engrossed in their own exercise to notice the captain and his plus one — not that they would care anyway. The only ones who knew about the two of you were the 501st, and Rex taking someone to target practice wasn’t necessarily something out of the ordinary. If anything, it would only solidify his stellar reputation as captain. 

You watched Rex’s eyes wander around the space sort of calculatingly, as if he knew exactly where he was going. You assumed he was taking you to his usual spot, and it made you all the more curious to see the place where he would spend so much time practicing. 

“Here we are,” he halted, right arm gesturing to a wall behind him, where you could make out a selection of targets who stood at various distances to where you had just arrived. 

“You want me to try aiming?” you asked, suddenly feeling insecure about this. You had never fired a weapon before, much less your partner’s beloved blasters. 

“Yeah,” he grinned, beckoning you to come closer “Don’t worry, there’s nothing that can go wrong.” 

It was cute, seeing him get all excited about teaching you. It shone a different light on his confident nature; a more caring and encouraging one. And it was working on you. 

He took one of his blasters out of its hold and held it up to you before beginning to explain. “Here’s the lock. Always make sure your blaster’s locked when you’re not using it. Don’t want you shooting yourself or your comrades,” a smirk was playing on his lips and he pointed to another switch on the weapon. “This is how you set your blaster to stun. Useful when you don’t wanna hurt your target. And this,” he turned the weapon in his hand “is the trigger. That’s all you need to know, for now. It’s not as complicated as it looks.” He gently placed the blaster in the palm of your hand, and you immediately felt its weight. Somehow, you had imagined it to be much lighter than it really was, and it dawned on you that this was indeed a soldier’s weapon, meant to be wielded by strong, trained hands that could withstand anything. No wonder Rex handled it so effortlessly. 

“You know, I think it’s important I teach you how to handle a blaster, for your own safety.” It seemed he had sensed the slight unrest on your part.

“I don’t want to carry a weapon on me, though,” you mumbled, eyes looking into his with reluctance. You were no soldier. No seasoned warrior like the man in front of you. 

“I know, Cyare, but you need to be able to defend yourself when I’m not around. Can’t be counting on me when I’m away on a mission.” 

“I wish I could.” 

“I know. Me too,” he sighed, before turning towards the target standing closest behind you, his initial excitement reigniting again. “I’m gonna teach you all my special tricks, so you can count on me even when I’m not with you, how ‘bout that?” There, that adorable grin was blossoming on his face again and you couldn’t help but mirror it. The things he made you do. “Okay. But don’t make fun of me.”

He took a swift step behind you, positioning your arms in front of you with both of his hands supporting your hold on the blaster. He lowered his head, quietly instructing each of your movements; how you had to position your feet, how to have the proper posture, making sure your arms were straight and your breath was even.“Try to keep both eyes open,” he whispered “Makes the aiming easier.” “Uh-huh…“ Blinking rapidly, you tried to shake the effect the gentle tone of his commanding voice had on you, because you knew he was being dead serious about it. He had taught many of his men and helped them become better troopers, and this was no different. Except it was his partner he was teaching now, meaning you needed to take it seriously.

You had heard countless stories about his epic battles and abilities as captain, but as a person who had never fought on the front lines yourself, your imagination could only reach that far. Rex taking the time to share this part of him with you like this felt special. But Maker, you hadn’t anticipated the tension that would arise during this silly little lesson.Heat rushed to your neck and cheeks, wandering upwards until it settled in the tips of your ears. This certainly wasn’t the first time Rex had been so close to you. In fact, you had just spent the night before together, but the context of this interaction was entirely different. Never before had you seen him like this, so focused and sharp, and you had to keep yourself from fantasizing about how that particular demeanor could possibly play out when it wasn’t the blaster he was holding, but your hands; steadily above your head, murmuring quiet praises against your skin. “Focus. This is important,” Rex grumbled, his left hand coming to rest securely on your waist. “Trying. You’re kinda making this difficult, Captain.” Your cheeks were red hot at this point, and you were pretty sure he could feel the heat radiating off of you from where he stood. 

“Don’t forget to breathe, Mesh'la.” He was smirking now, you could hear it in his voice “If you think you have good aim, pull the trigger.”

You briefly closed your eyes and took a deep breath, grounding yourself. When you opened them again, you were determined to take the shot. Rex’s grip on your waist tightened when you pulled the trigger, steadying you against the recoil. Heart beating rapidly against your chest, you saw you had missed the target by a few centimeters, hitting the wall behind it instead. “Hey, not bad!” you exclaimed, not having expected your shot to have any proximity to the target in the slightest. Turning around to look at your captain, his eyes were twinkling with resolve. “You can do better, let’s go again.” 

-

Target practice had become a regular occurrence after that. You gradually became more confident handling Rex’s blasters, growing cockier day by day. 

“You know, I bet you couldn’t go a day without them,” you teased, watching him put on his armor, still naked under the covers yourself. “Nah, I just prefer to keep ‘em on me.” “You sure? Never seen you without them.” Rex scoffed, fingers drumming against his utility belt before putting it on, eyes squinting slightly. “Are you challenging me?”

“Maybe,” you retorted “Are you falling for it?” He let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head "Mesh'la, you know I can’t do that.” 

“Why not? It’s not like we’re in danger or anything! Besides, you could leave them with me. I can keep them safe.” 

He gave you a pointed look, the wheels in his head obviously turning, before walking up to you and sitting down on the bed. His hand came up to cup the side of your face and he left a gentle, yet firm kiss on your lips. When you broke apart, his gaze was loving.

“Technically I’m not on duty today…” he thought out loud, eyes wandering over your silhouette underneath the blanket before him, silently contemplating whether he should let his hands follow suit and descend beneath the covers again, ultimately deciding against it when his comlink buzzed, one of his brothers leaving a static message for him.

“Come on, only for a day. I really want to practice some more!” you pleaded, eyes round with innocence. That seemed to do it for Rex, because he sighed and proceeded to take his blasters out of their respective holds, laying them down on the bed. He knew he could never deny you anything. 

“You’re lucky I’m not needed on the field today,” he breathed, letting his fingers skim over your bare shoulder and collarbone lightly, finally taking your chin between his thumb and index finger. He softly tilted your head up to look into your playful eyes again, this time speaking seriously. “Be careful with them, alright?” You nodded frantically “Of course!” Another kiss was planted on your lips before your lover had to leave you to join his brothers, mumbling something about having to get you a blaster of your own soon. 

-

You were on your way to target practice when it happened. Seemingly out of nowhere, the alarm sounded loudly, sending everyone around you into a frenzy. “What’s going on?” you called out to some troopers running past you, one of them crying out “We’re being attacked!” 

What?!

Although you tried your hardest to navigate through the chaos in front of you, you could feel your heartbeat increasing dangerously. With every minute, it was hammering harder against your ribcage. You felt as though it might break a bone or two. You needed to find the others, quickly, before- 

Your eyes dropped to your utility belt, where Rex’s blasters sat comfortably. “Shit,” you cursed, realizing just how much trouble you were in. Not only you; the Captain. Before you could think of a plan to find him, you were blinded by a glowing red light at the side of your head. Blaster bolt. Had you stood an inch to the left, it would have hit you.

Droids. 

Your stomach sank when you saw just how many of them were in the hallway. Just how quickly had they manage to board the cruiser?

“Rex!” you called out into your comlink, sprinting down the corridor with all your might in hopes of finding a place to hide, the blaster fire following your every move “Rex, where are you?” The droids’ metallic footsteps began to sound like your heartbeat in your ears, heavy and menacing — growing louder the closer they got. Finally, you made out what seemed to be a bathroom door in a faraway corner. Gathering all your strength, you made a run for it before the droids spotted you again. “Y/N, come in!” You flinched when your comlink went off again, his familiar voice speaking on the other end. “Come in, Y/N!” 

“Rex,” you panted, still in shock “I’m okay, but there’s droids. So many- I can’t shoot them-” 

“Breathe, Mesh'la. Where are you?” His voice sounded so very strained, much rougher than earlier. You could only imagine how much of an inconvenience this was for him, having to swoop in to save you and get his blasters back instead of fighting the enemy head on — how many of his men he couldn’t protect because of you. “I was on my way to the hangar, hiding in the bathroom,” you whispered, squeezing your eyes shut in fear “they’re really close-”

"Cyare, I need you to tell me exactly where you are, so I can come get you.” There was commotion all around him "Hardcase, take the others and move out!” 

All of a sudden, you heard much lighter footsteps approaching. Multiple of them. Deciding to take a peak from where you were hiding, you carefully stood up and walked out of the stall you were hiding in. “I think some of your men are here.” Rex, having obviously heard the shuffling of your movements, raised his voice in concern. “What are you doing? Don’t go out there, it’s too dangerous!” 

“I have to help them!” You whisper-yelled back, heartbeat faster than ever when the familiar sound of gunfire erupted from outside the bathroom door. You thought about the countless talks you would have with the other members of the 501st, about facing your fears and turning them into your strength. If they really were behind that door, it was your duty as their friend — their blaster carrying comrade — to aid them, because they needed it. “I’m at the hangar, where are you, Y/N?” Rex asked again, out of breath. Suddenly, you heard a familiar voice in the hallway. They were right behind that door.

“Echo, cover me!”

Jesse.

This was it. You could either hide inside the bathroom like a coward, leaving the others to fight by themselves, or you could use Rex’s training to fight alongside them. How hard could it be, really? You had spent the last two months practicing like your life depended on it, because he wanted you to be able to survive in a situation such as this one. All that training, all that time you had devoted to learn his techniques, proper self defense, the wielding of a weapon — hisweapon — this wasn’t something you could back out of. Not when your friends were right outside the very room you were hiding in. Taking several deep breaths, you clenched your fists as hard as you could before taking your lover’s blasters out of their holds. “I’m going out there, Rex. Jesse’s here. East side, right behind the first gunship.” Before he had any chance to respond, you ended the transmission to join the others. When you opened the door, you found yourself in the middle of combat. Jesse and Echo were standing right in front of you, firing away, the rest of their men following not too far behind. 

“Echo, Jesse!” you called, taking cover next to them. 

“Y/N? What the hell are you doing here?!” Jesse yelled in-between blaster fire, visibly confused “You’re not supposed to be here!” 

Taking a peak from around the corner you were hiding in, you decided to respond to his question in a way he would understand. Taking aim like Rex had taught you, you took out two droids, helping his men advance. “Hey, where’d you learn to shoot like that?” he asked with a hint of amusement in his voice. Next to him, Echo seemed almost shocked to see you take action like this. It was no secret that you had always been weary of weapons, especially when it came to carrying one on you. “Your Captain taught me,” you replied, earning a proud grin from both of them. 

“Are those Rex’s blasters?” Echo asked, his eyes darting back and forth between you and his captain’s most prized possession. “It’s a long story,” you huffed, feeling bolder now that you were here with them. “Let’s get those clankers!” 

Gradually, Jesse and the others managed to advance with the help of Echo and you covering them until there were no more droids in sight. The blaster fire grew quieter as they disappeared around the corner at the end of the hallway. “Y/N! Have you lost your mind?!” Someone suddenly yelled from its other end and to your surprise, a very upset Rex came running up to you. When he finally reached your corner, he immediately backed you into the wall, his backside pressed against your front, trying to shield you from any type of aggression. “Don’t ever hang up on me like that, you hear me? Not when you have my blasters!” 

While you were relieved that he had caught up to you, a tiny part of you wished that combat with Jesse and Echo would had lasted just a tad bit longer. You were certain, this was the undeniable adrenaline rush the boys would always talk about whenever they came back from a mission. “Sir, she’s been more than helpful,” Echo chimed in, gently patting your shoulder. “She was almost as good as you out there.” You turned to him and smiled, feeling grateful for his support. Next to you, your lover took a visibly deep breath. It seemed his brother’s words had a reassuring effect on him, even calmed him down. When he turned towards you again, his presence felt much more collected.

“Are you alright?” his modified voice asked through his helmet, and you just knew he had been sweating bullets underneath it. The blasters you had been holding on to finally laid securely in his hands again, ready to fire at anything that came too close.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you replied, resting your hand on his forearm gently. Rex looked to his left and right, checking for any more droids, before bringing his comlink up to his helmet. “Jesse, how’s the status?” “All clear on this level, Sir!” 

You felt the tension leaving your body immediately when he took a step forward, giving you more room between the wall and him. Your knees felt weak, all of a sudden. The adrenaline was wearing off. That part, you seemed to have forgotten about — how the boys would come down from their post-mission high and eventually crumble when the aftermath settled in. Be it in the medbay, when the extent of the injuries they had obtained during battle finally caught up to them or when they would sit in silence after hours of merciless gunfire ringing in their ears, letting the feelings that had been suppressed on the battlefield come to light, after all. A breath you seemed to have been holding forever escaped your mouth and it washed over you all at once. A cold, harsh sensation that left your hands shaking. 

How did they do it? 

When you raised your head, you saw Rex had taken off his helmet, which immediately grounded you. He was here, looking at you with those ever-warm, caring eyes. You were alright, there were no more droids on this level. You were safe.“Rex, I’m so sorry- I shouldn’t have taken them-” you stammered, crumbling under his intense gaze, only to feel his hands cup your face. “It’s alright, Cyare, everything’s alright.” He kissed your forehead before enveloping you in a protective embrace, body still tense given the situation. Who could have predicted an attack such as this one would take place the one time the captain decided not to carry his blasters with him?“Thank the stars I found you…” he sighed, a small chuckle following afterwards “Look at you, shootin’ up droids.” Your eyes met his sheepishly. “Yeah, thanks to your training.” 

“Um, Sir, sorry to interrupt,” Echo carefully began “but I think we should get back to the others. There’s still some clankers to take care of.” Your captain nodded and his usually serious expression that had just softened and come undone upon looking into your eyes, hardened up again. Classic Rex. When duty called, he wasted no second to cut to the chase. Nodding at his brother’s suggestion, he scanned the area as if he was searching for something, when his eyes landed on a droid you had taken down. He went up to it and picked up its blaster, then turned around to look at you again. 

“Think you can handle a little more? We gotta help the others.”

Oh?

“You want me to come with you?” You certainly hadn’t expected him to actively involve you now. It seemed he did see you fit for battle, after all, which made you stand a bit taller, even in the face of possible death by the enemy’s blaster bolt. 

“Don’t worry, Mesh'la. I’m right beside you.” 

-

The ecstasy of the remaining combat had been short lived. In the end, your enemies had been outnumbered in the hangar and you had miraculously managed to turn the battle to your own advantage. 

“Remind us to get you your own blaster,” Jesse beamed. Next to him, Echo and Rex mirrored the proud expression on his face, nodding enthusiastically. “Yeah, I definitely won’t be using this one,” referring to the droid's weapon in your grip, you wrinkled your nose with fake disgust. Echo laughed, shaking his head a little. “You did great, Y/N!” 

“Well, I learned from the best,” you retorted, bumping shoulders with your lover, whose cheeks had the slightest pink tint to them. Around you, the other members of the 501st gathered to congratulate you on your first battle and victory, to which you could only respond with a radiant smile that melted the captain’s heart. “Time to get some rest, boys,” Rex announced, eager to leave this mess of a battlefield for a moment alone with you. “Briefing’s not until a few hours. If you need to go to the medbay, now’s the time.” 

As your fellow troopers made their way out of the hangar, a familiar arm snuck around your waist as soon as they were out of sight, pulling you into a passionate embrace. His lips were upon yours in seconds, a hand coming up to cradle the back of your head while he kissed you fervently. When you broke apart, his forehead found its place on yours, your noses brushing each other in an innocent display of affection. “Mesh'la…” he murmured, and you relished the rare intimate tone of his voice that was only meant for you to hear. He sounded so different as opposed to moments ago when he had been barking commands at everyone, keeping everything in check. Now, his presence was nothing but quiet and soft, like the first rays of the summer sun laying themselves on your bare skin after a cold, harsh winter. Right here, right now, as your breath was mixing with his, you closed your eyes and imagined the two of you in a different setting. Far away from the war and the battle you had just fought; just two people in love, sharing a precious moment. 

“You really scared me back there,” he began, and when you opened your eyes, they met his gaze, which was still laced with concern. “I know I taught you well, but combat is unpredictable. I want you to be able to defend yourself; to survive without me-” 

“And I did. I’m right here, Rex..”

He huffed, still trying to come to terms with the feeling. “Just.. didn’t think I’d be so scared. I trust you, you know? But I can’t help thinking if I had my blasters, I could’ve at least protected you in case something would have happened.” 

You understood where he was coming from. For a man of his rank, whose entire life revolved around protecting and caring for others, loss of agency truly was a terrifying predicament to be in. Tilting your head to the right, you studied his tight expression in hopes of it loosening up. When the frown on his forehead only grew deeper, you carefully nudged his nose with yours to keep him from spiraling any further. “Hey, let’s get out of here, hm?” He nodded and his grip on your waist tightened for a moment, pulling you closer before letting go and grasping your hand instead, not caring about anyone witnessing his display of unprofessional behavior. 

Back in your room, Rex took his blasters out of their holds and stood still for a minute. His eyes seemed absent, yet focused on what was laying in his hands. “I wish I didn’t have to worry about everything,” he sighed “I’m just so tired, Y/N.” 

“Hey, it’s okay,” you chided, coming up behind him and taking the blasters out of his hands, mindfully placing them on the cupboard next to the door. Their purpose for the day had been met, now it was time to tend to more pressing matters, such as the man before you, who was visibly shaken by today’s turn of events. “We’re all still here, aren’t we?” you asked warmly, carefully touching the side of his face. He leaned into your touch, eyes falling shut. “I’m still here, because of you,” you cooed, and he nodded, his hands settling around your waist and clasping together behind your back. His breath was fanning your neck when you kissed his cheek and he hummed, eyes suddenly glossy. More times than one, Rex would come to you after a mission, all worked and roughed up, in need of a way to let go of what had happened while he had been away. He was more sensitive than he would ever let on, constantly yearning to be held, to be close to you — anything to make up for the time he had spent away from you, to show you how deep his feelings for you really went. You could only imagine how shaken he truly was, now that it was you who had been forced into battle without him being able to protect you. Out there, he was responsible for his men, which already took a toll on him, but he knew, he would always come back to you. Today, however, he had been exposed to the harsh reality of war; nobody was truly safe. Whether it was him, who was well-prepared and capable on the battlefield, or you; the last speck of hope he would always hold on to when he was on the front lines. In his mind, you were a safe haven, always there to catch him while he fought for you. For your shared future. And yet, here you were, just as shaken as he was, that familiar mix between adrenaline and despair glimmering in your gaze, just like it would in his brothers’ — a crossover of realities that he had never, ever wished for. The look in his eyes spoke volumes. Before he could say anything, you laid your lips on his. He instantly melted into the kiss, like he had been waiting for a reason to fall apart. 

You worked quickly to get him out of his armor, eager to feel his skin on yours instead of the cold, plastoid material you had been forced to be in contact with all day. When you had discarded every piece, your fingers grasped at his upper blacks, pulling them over his head in a swift motion to reveal his toned body. A few new bruises were littered over his chest and waist which he had most probably obtained during combat, and you took your time kissing each of them, letting your hands wander around his biceps and broad shoulders until your back hit the wall. He had walked you against it and was caging you in, golden eyes trailing over your figure before him. “Off,” he breathed, hands sliding beneath your top, and you did as he asked, getting goosebumps when your bare chest met the cool air in the room. Rex let out a long, shaky breath through his nose, eyebrows pinching together slightly at the sight of your breasts. “Touch me,” you pleaded, arousal already pooling between your legs upon seeing the look in his eyes. He wasted no time, kissing you again, his lips descending down your neck where he took a deep breath through his nose again, inhaling your scent, until he reached the sensitive skin above your breasts, sucking on it until it turned a bright shade of red. Not a second later, his lips closed around your nipple, kissing it gently. He moaned into it, like a man dying of thirst, finally able to drink again. You threw your head back against the wall, mewling a string of incoherent praises when he took your other breast in his hand, toying with your nipple and giving it the same attention as the first one, before he proceeded to slip his hands beneath the waistband of your underwear, gripping your ass, and began walking you towards the bed. A strained groan sounded against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “Fuck…” 

Rex sank to his knees, eagerly unzipping your pants and sliding them down your legs. The back of your knees hit the edge of the bed and they gave out immediately. While he was hovering over you, you let your fingers trace his sculpted abdomen which was contracting with every labored breath he took, his smooth brown skin gleaming in the dimmed lights of your room. When they reached the v-line leading to the hem of his blacks, where you could make out his erection beneath the fabric, your lover’s hand laid itself on your own, gently yet firmly keeping you from going any further. “Not yet,” his low voice rumbled, eyes dark with lust. Before you could protest, he leaned down and snaked his arms around your thighs, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses all over them. “Need to taste you first..” his tongue darted out from between his lips, amber hues fixed on yours and you trembled at the sight of him.

You gasped when his tongue met your core, moving languidly as if he was testing the waters first before indulging with a sudden, insatiable hunger. He ate you out until your toes curled, until you were too far gone to utter a single sentence, making sure you had come at least once before he even thought about using his fingers on you. But when he did, Maker, you made sounds you didn’t know you were capable of making. It amazed you, how he managed to reduce you to a whining, hopeless mess every single time, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Nothing could ever compare to the way he would fall apart at the sight of you, dropping the role of the Captain the second he stepped over the threshold of your bedroom door. Here, he was just Rex; a man starved of tenderness, yearning to be touched, to be loved. And Stars, you loved him. 

Only when you had climaxed again did he come up from between your thighs and you took him in; his usually well-kept composure was slowly coming undone, and he was breathing heavily. Your gaze flickered down to his plush, swollen lips — your wetness was smeared all over them, all the way down to his chin. He brought his fingers up to his mouth, sucking on them slowly. His eyes remained closed, eyebrows pinching together in absolute pleasure and it drove you mad with arousal. “Make me forget, Mesh'la..” he panted, his slick hand finding its way back to your thigh, squeezing it firmly, desperately. Your glazed eyes met his in a half-lidded, drunken stare when you beckoned him to come closer, and he did. This time, he let you take off his blacks, freeing his erection. He looked almost painfully hard when you took him in your hands, slowly stroking him until he couldn’t take it anymore. “Please…” 

“I’m ready, baby..” you rasped, voice still strained from what he had done to you seconds ago. His mouth crashed against yours again, unable to stay apart for longer than a second. You felt his calloused fingers digging into your hips, moving your body against his with experienced precision, before he entered you slowly, groaning at how wet you were. You let out a sharp breath at the sensation of him inside of you, stretching you out deliciously, and he began moving after a few seconds, at a slow and sensual pace, going so deep like his sanity depended on it. “Fuck, Y/N…“ His mouth fell agape, moaning your name like a prayer, over and over again as if it were the only word he had ever known. And you were writhing beneath him, completely lost in the way he moved, the way your bodies were joint as one. A familiar knot in your stomach began to form when he took your hands and held them above your head, making it difficult for you to keep up with his fervor when he kissed you again, tongue sliding into your mouth, swallowing your moans like they were the most precious sound to obtain. When you broke apart, his lips were dripping with desperation. 

His pace quickened, thrusts becoming rougher. By now, the entire room smelled like sex and sweat, and the only sounds you could make out were your skin slapping against his, his heavenly moans in your ear and pleas so sincere, it almost sounded like he was about to cry, buried so deep inside of you. He was close. 

“Come again for me, baby… please..” he whimpered and released your arms from his grip, his rough hands sliding down the sides of your body until they found their place beneath your thighs again, holding them up and drilling into you at an even deeper angle. You immediately encapsulated him in a tight, loving embrace, loud moans spilling from your mouth with each snap of his hips while you tried to hold on to anything that would keep you in the present, fingernails digging into his back, definitely leaving marks. 

Yes, yes, yes…

There, caged in-between his arms, under his devoted, honeyed gaze, your orgasm hit you like lightning, body jolting as if you had been electrified. Eyes rolling back, your back arched into him and you were seeing stars, a high-pitched moan ripping through the tight air that had built up around you. Every fiber of your being burst aflame from the heat that had erupted from where your bodies were joint, finally having found your release. Rex followed shortly after, his rhythm growing sloppier the longer he went on. A long, guttural groan left his lips at last, when his hips stuttered and came to a halt with a final, long stroke that made him fist the covers until his knuckles turned white. Throwing your head back, you rode out your high in time with each of his shaky breaths until you both came down, feeling drowsy and spent.

The aftermath was silent. It felt like time stood still, the only thing keeping you in this realm was his rapid heartbeat hammering against your chest from inside his rib cage. His head had dropped into the crook of your neck, where he left a few lazy kisses in-between deep breaths. “I love you,” his voice was nothing but a quiet muffle from where he laid, but you heard it anyway, turning your head to the side and kissing his temple softly. “I love you, Rex.”

Your hand was buried in his buzzed, blonde hair, slowly scratching his head. When his breathing evened out again, he carefully propped himself up on his underarms, still nestled between your legs. The frown on his forehead was gone. Instead, an innocent blush was dusted over his cheeks and his eyes looked like they had never seen a battlefield before. An expression you wouldn’t trade for anything in the entire galaxy. 

“So, are you getting me a blaster tomorrow?” You asked after a minute, a smile blossoming on your tired features. “Yeah. I guess so,” he mused, staring at you with utter adoration. “Let’s see who makes the better Captain out there, hm?”