Official Rexsoka Week 2022

This was annoyingly typical of the boys. He hasn’t had a single off-duty period in over a year that didn’t involve him getting pulled down to the Uscru District at least twice to do this very thing. Of course he’d be summoned yet again to fetch someone from the clone bar. 

It was always the same. 

Jesse is stumbling and slurring his words, we need you to come get him. Fives started a bar fight with a clone from a different legion, we need you to come get him. Hardcase has started to remove his armor, we need you to come get him. 

This time around, it was Commander Tano. He should’ve been surprised, but the men could be very persuasive. He couldn’t always dodge their incessant pleading for him to grab ‘just one drink’ with them. His chest rose and fell with deep, ragged breaths. Kix had failed to divulge the extent as to why the Commander needed to be picked up or why she was present.

Although, her being there in the first place was plenty of reason to get him to abandon the mission report and rush down here. 

The driver suddenly laid on the breaks, breaking Rex away from his thoughts. 

“Why are we stopped?” he questioned, looking to where 79’s was on the corner up ahead. 

“Can’t see it well enough, but looks like a crash up ahead,” the driver answered, his Trandoshan rasp dragging. 

Rex pursed his lips and huffed, “Let me out here. I’ll walk. Meet me at the bar up there and wait.” He opened the speeder door and stepped out, placing a few extra credits in the man’s hand. Rex inhaled the evening air, the death stick smell less potent than before. He squared his shoulders and made a beeline for the establishment, already seeing several copies of his own face lingering outside. The bar was busy tonight. He clenched his jaw as he waded past them to get inside, wondering which moof-milker had the bright idea to bring their Commander here. 

The Captain managed to pass the threshold after a bit of difficulty, and started for their usual booth in the back. He caught sight of the signature 501st blue between the dancing bodies on the floor and swarm of customers at the bar. It was Kix. 

“Rex!” the medic called, “I was looking for you. What took so long?”

Rex raised his voice to be heard over the thumping of the music, “Traffic. There’s a speeder crash right outside. Where is she? Is she alright?”

Kix offered him a few pats to the shoulder and pointed with his free hand, “Over at our table. She’s alright… She’s just a little…”

Rex gave him a look filled with both helpless concern and anger. 

“She’s fine, Rex! As soon as I got here and saw her with the boys, I sent for you,” Kix hurried out, thrown off by the Captain’s change in tone. He never acted this way when it was just one of the boys that he was picking up.

“She’s just a little what, Kix?” Rex repeated his brother's earlier words. 

The medic diverted his attention to where his drink sat on the bar, “She’s just a little inebriated.”

Rex’s eyes blew wide, eyebrows raising and pinching together, “Kix! She’s the Comman —“

“I know, Rex. Just escort her back. If I knew ahead of time, I wouldn’t have let it happen.”

Sighing in defeat, Rex gave him a nod of appreciation and, in return, Kix extended him a sympathetic smile. The blonde stood up straight and made his way to the table littered with empty drinks, catching sight of the tips of Ahsoka’s montrals. Her silka beads were bouncing with her laughter as he approached the group from behind. Hardcase was faced towards him, and was the first to see the less-than-pleased Captain. 

“Dank farrik,” the clone coughed, attempting to quietly warn the rest of the boys. Rex knew it was supposed to be a hushed caution, but had come out louder in the man’s intoxication. 

“Boys,” Rex started, and each head whipped around to face him, red and all caught in their blatant defiance. Ahsoka quickly sat her glass down, pushing it away from her with her fingers and tapping them against the table as if Rex hadn’t just watched her do it. He crossed his arms, “Anyone care to explain to me why Commander Tano is here?”

They’d all been laughing as he walked over, but were now straight-backed and tight-lipped, afraid to say the wrong thing and piss him off. Rex took a seat next to Hardcase and rested one arm on the table, letting his hand dangle off the edge cooly. He gave Hardcase a look that could kill. 

“S-sir, Captain… Rex,” the flustered man slurred, “We didn’t expect you here tonight.”

“Clearly,” the Captain seethed, eyeing the rest of them. Ahsoka held one arm with her hand, looking down at her lap. He cleared his throat, “Jesse?”

The man bit his cheek, swirling the drink in his glass, “Rex. Apologies Captain, I should’ve sent for you. I, er…” Jesse’s eyes briefly cut over to where Fives was sitting. 

Ah. He had a culprit. 

Rex turned his attention to the vod responsible, “Fives, you know —“

“Yeah, I know what the General said,” Fives hiccuped, “But she’s always been a kid. She grew up on the b-battlefield, Rex! I just wanted her to have som-something normal for once now that she’s a bit older!”

The table went quiet with Fives’s reasoning, everyone sitting there knowing he was right, anticipating the Captain’s response. 

Rex set his jaw and swallowed, “Fives, it’s not your place to disagree. If Skywalker finds out, it’s not just your head. It’s yours, mine, and hers.”

Fives sat back, overpowered and too drunk to fight his Captain any further. On past nights, he’d not been so reserved, always arguing with Rex to not take whichever brother it was back to the barracks. Fives would laugh and joke and follow them out to the air taxis, fumbling over his words and tripping on his feet. 

Not tonight. 

Rex turned his accusatory gaze to Ahsoka, “Get up. We’re leaving.”

The young Jedi met his glowering amber eyes once before looking right back down, mumbling to Fives. The guilty vod shuffled out of their booth to let her by. She took a minute to regain her balance and Rex held her by the shoulder, pressing her into his side for her stability. 

Fives gestured towards her sullenly, “See ya ‘round, kid.”

“We had fun with you, Commander,” Jesse called. 

Rex walked her away, back through the crowd of drinkers and dancers towards the door. He kept a slow pace to allow her to make the proper steps, watching her closely as they went. Rex was upset with her, but he wouldn’t deliberately punish her by making her trip. Kix ran up behind them, still sober, and walked them out. The modest medic hovered over the side of Ahsoka that Rex wasn’t on, shielding her from the more rowdy customers. He cleared his throat to speak once they made it back outside. Coruscant was never quiet, especially at night, but they could at least reasonably hear one another now. 

“She’s gonna be fine. Just might feel pretty lousy when morning comes. Leave her with some painkillers and make sure she hydrates,” Kix assisted, clapping Rex on the back. He smiled at her before turning away, “I’ll drop by in the morning. See how you’re feeling.”

Ahsoka only nodded in return and Kix jogged back inside. Rex searched for his earlier taxi, the mess of police lights still not having died down. He grumbled and looked down at her, “With all due respect Commander, what were you thinking?”

The drunk girl shuffled her feet, still refusing to look at her Captain. She could see his irritated expression out of her peripheral and bit her cheek, stifling the laughter that started to bubble in her lungs. 

Rex furrowed his brows, his voice deepening, “Are you laughing? Commander, do you know how reckless this stunt was? You disobeyed Skywalker’s direct —“ 

“I kn-know! I know I did, okay?” the Togruta interjected, throwing her hands up and finally turning her head to face him. She watched as his jaw flexed, his face turning a few shades darker. That time, she did start to laugh. 

“It’s one thing when it’s the boys, but you know better,” he scolded, knowing her to have once been a spunky and careless Padawan. She’d outgrown all that, grown into a mature young woman that even taught him things at times. He was severely disappointed in her tonight. 

Her body shook with laughter, unable to take him seriously with his cheeks so flushed. Rex was never angry with her, it just simply never happened. Ahsoka didn’t know how to swallow that, so she found it… hilarious. 

She huffed at him and he gripped her shoulder tighter, “Is that kriffing Tihaar on your breath?”

Rex was enraged now. Not only had the boys gone and gotten her intoxicated, they’d given her the strongest ale they possibly could have for her first alcoholic drink — the Mandalorian stuff. Tihaar was Rex’s own drink of choice and it was strong enough to knock him on his ass after two glasses. 

“S-so what if it is?” she confirmed, eyes glazed over, still giggling to herself. 

“You could’ve gotten hurt. You shouldn’t play with that stuff,” he replied through his teeth. 

They watched as the police vehicles sped away, flashing lights coloring their skin. The entire crash had now been cleared, two speeders hauled off, and no sign of his driver when the traffic finally cleared. Great. This night has shaped up to be just perfect. Rex fished more credit chits out of his pocket, counting what he had on him. He stepped closer to the flow of traffic and hailed an air taxi. 

“Don’t take me back to the Temple, Rex,” Ahsoka rushed out when a yellow speeder stopped in front of them.

He looked down at her, all half-lidded and worried, “We are going back to the Temple and you’re going to sleep the alcohol off.”

Ahsoka continued to argue, “No. Not yet… J-Just let me regain-n some composure first. If anyone sees…”

“Then where am I supposed to take you?”

There was a pregnant pause as Ahsoka began to fiddle with the edge of her blue dress, “For food?”

Rex rolled his eyes and shook his head, holding onto the door of the speeder and yanking it open, “Get in.” He waited for her to get settled, holding onto her arm to make sure she did so without injury. He followed in behind her and told the driver to head for Dex’s.

They sat in silence for a while, Rex steaming in his own tangle of thoughts while Ahsoka’s head lolled with the movements of the vehicle. He looked over at her. She was quite amused with her drunken state, petting the seat of the taxi and softly giggling at how her lekku tingled. Rex shook his head, “I should be finishing a mission report right now.”

Ahsoka bit her lip, “Oh... And now, you had to come get me?”

Her choice of words made him roll his eyes. He wasn’t enthralled with this in the slightest. She couldn’t handle her alcohol, the boys made one hell of a move tonight, the traffic had made him late, that mission report was due in the morning, and now they had to go get her some food to sober up. 

“Yes. I had to come get you because the boys were being a bunch of di’kuts and brought their commanding officer to a bar.”

“Di’kut,” she repeated, emphasizing the last syllable with the tip of her tongue on her teeth. 

Rex’s eyes softened, “It means idiot.”

Ahsoka ceased her fidgeting and hiccuped, “I’m th-the idiot.”

“No. You’re not an idiot,” Rex retorted without hesitation.

“Yes I am. I’m the one… I ak-asked them to take me.”

The blonde didn’t know what to say to that. Of course he didn’t think she was a di’kut, but if he attempted to rescind his statement she’d notice. She always noticed. He sighed, trying to be more calm with her, “Why would you ask them to take you to 79’s?”

Ahsoka sat up, attempting to manage a bit of sobriety, “All I ever do is fight in this war, Rex. Just like you do. All of us… do. You get to come here and blow off st-steam and I… I never stop. I n-never stop going. I wanted a normal night… with my friends.”

He felt so defeated, unsure how he could continue to be upset with her. He knew he couldn’t. She was a Jedi. Half of her normal was something he’d never know about. Rex never thought about what her off-duty time actually consisted of, just assumed she got the same leisure that he did. She had passed the drinking age and never celebrated the way he and the boys did when they ‘passed’ it. Her first drink was tonight. She’d had namedays that went uncelebrated. There were events and milestones in her life that she didn’t get; just like him.

Rex looked at the tired Jedi, her eyes closed and no longer having fun in her intoxication, brows eaten up with worry.

“Come here,” he offered before he even realized it. He didn’t know how else to give her comfort in their dark, stuffy cab. Rex already felt bad for scolding her, accidentally insulting her, and ruining her night.

Ahsoka’s eyes opened, readjusting to the dim lighting and searching him for further confirmation. He gestured with his hand for her to move closer and she complied. She moved over to where he sat and he resumed his hold on her shoulder, pressing his fingers into her skin to give her a sense of solace. The hazy Jedi fingered at the plates covering his abdomen, “What was your first drink, Rex?”

He laughed at her innocent question, knowing that the whole story held much more than she could appreciate tonight, “You really wanna know?”

Big blue eyes lit up, their usual sparkle returning. She nodded.

Her Captain sighed, “Agh… Everyone else’s was the night of graduation from Kamino. It usually is anyway. So, after my first successful battle… They took me back there to 79’s and I had one too many Fizzbrews. I was trying to keep up with Cody… Huge mistake.” Rex laughed at himself, reliving the embarrassing, but fond memory.

“Well, what happened?”

“I’ll tell you in the morning,” he promised, having a bit of hope she’d want to spend more time with him like this again. Ahsoka’s eyes twinkled, a laugh escaping her anyway. Rex’s gaze lingered on her a bit too long before he forced himself to look back at the Coruscanti night traffic. He’d had similar attractions to his Jedi not too long ago — attractions and feelings he thought he was able to suppress. 

“When was your first kiss?”

Rex scoffed, “I hardly think that’s appropriate, Commander.”

Ahsoka rolled her eyes, sitting up, “None of this is appropriate, Captain.”

Her throwing his formal title into the mix made him realize that she had a point. Him picking her up from the bar, drunk, to prevent Skywalker from knowing was inappropriate. Him being alone with her off-duty was inappropriate. His men and countless other men seeing them take an air taxi in the opposite direction of the Temple… inappropriate. Him holding her closer than he should’ve and that longing feeling returning in his chest when he observed her… as inappropriate as it gets. 

Rex pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth, gathering the courage to tell her and hoping this was something she’d forget by tomorrow, “Never.”

Her mouth fell agape, “Never? Rex, you’ve never had your first kiss?”

He shouldn’t have felt embarrassed, but he did, “Just never had the time.”

“Fives tells me all about his romantic exploits… and otherwise,” she winked, snickering to herself. 

“He shouldn’t be doing that.”

“And you should put yourself out there,” she retorted playfully.

Rex didn’t like being put on the spot, opting to turn it back on her, “Oh and I suppose you’re omitted from this? When was your first kiss?”

She lifted her chin into the air, “It was a few years ago if you must know.”

That hurt more than he thought it would. He only asked her because he knew — or thought he knew — that she’d never kissed anyone. She was a Jedi.

“And?”

Ahsoka’s smug expression fell at that, “And it… It wasn’t my… It was decided for me.”

Rex’s jaw set and Ahsoka’s mouth went dry. His eyes darkened and his face was now inches from hers, “It was decided for you?”

She smiled quickly to rid the uneasiness she’d created, “I’ll tell you in the morning.”

“That should never have happened, Ahsoka. I’m so sorry,” he apologized. Had it been on a mission he was on? Was it off-duty? Could he have prevented it? Was it a fellow Jedi? Who did this to her?

He hadn’t meant to use her given name. It wasn’t what he often chose to say, as using it over her title felt out of place. Her name felt foreign on his tongue and made his mouth buzz. Rex knew that if she were sober, she’d have noticed the way it fumbled from his mouth. 

“It’s alright. It’s a long story. I promise to tell you all of it when I’m more able.”

For now, Rex had to accept it. The feeling made him feel sick, like he’d failed at a job he didn’t know he had. He didn’t know if he could forgive himself for the oversight. 

The speeder pulled up at Dex’s Diner and Rex handed the driver and forked over a few credits, thanking him for the transport. He stepped out of the taxi and held a hand out for Ahsoka. She took it with a gentle touch and was only slightly wobbly in her exit.

“Let’s get you some food, Commander.”

~~~

Ahsoka sat in the seat in front of him, not giving her plate a moment to breathe. Dex had long clocked out and gone home. They hadn’t gotten to see him, but the waitress took care of them well enough. He hadn’t ordered anything, but had ordered for Ahsoka at her request. He watched intently as she fed her intoxication until it started to dissolve. Rex also made sure that she had several glasses of water to hydrate herself. He knew the effects of Tihaar and didn’t want her to wake up with that pain when the sun rose. 

She let out a satisfied moan, her utensil carefully placed in the middle of her dish, “Thank you, Rex. I don’t know how to repay you.”

He gave her his signature half smile, “Don’t worry about it, Commander. I don’t mind.”

Ahsoka beamed at him with clear eyes, “I think I’m good on the drinking for a while. That was intense.”

“Yeah,” he laughed lightly, “That’s one word for it.”

The WA-7 droid retrieved her empty plate and Ahsoka propped her elbows up on the table, holding her face in her hands, intently watching her Captain. She noticed how the corners of his eyes crinkled at her as he smiled back. “You know,” she began, “I asked Fives if he would bring you along. Just, earlier when I said I wanted a night with my friends, I wanted you to be there too.”

“I always turn them down,” he admitted.

“Fives said that. Why?”

He took a sip of his water, “It’s not really my scene. I’ve always got some sort of report or research to do anyway. I would’ve gone if I knew you were there.”

She processed his words, mulling over what he’d just divulged, “No you wouldn’t, you’d stop us from going.”

“Yes, I would.”

“Fives said that, too.”

He cocked an eyebrow, shrugging his shoulders, “He still wasn’t supposed to take you.”

She pursed her lips, “You don’t ever stop either, do you?”

Rex wasn’t expecting that. He exhaled, surprised at her observation. He’d spent the whole night feeling sorry for her that she rarely got a break even when she was on break. He had some leisure time, but it was at night when he had his own four walls and no disturbances, solid ground and actual gravity. “No, I suppose not,” he remarked. 

Ahsoka had that mischievous smile plastered on her face.

“No. Whatever it is you’re thinking, it’s a no,” Rex hurried out.

Her lips parted in shock, “Come on, Rex. We need to live a little. What’s the most mundane thing you can think of that you haven’t done?”

Rex laughed, “Mundane? What do you want us to do? Go buy overpriced caf and get tickets to the Mon Calamari Aquatic Ballet?”

Ahsoka covered her mouth with her hands and snorted loudly, laughing so hard her eyes began to water. A few of the late night patrons gave her a look. Rex pressed his lips together in a line to stop from joining her and drawing even more attention.

“No, no. I was thinking more along the lines of getting you your first kiss,” she breathed between choked laughter.

Rex’s face hardened, “No, Commander. I think we should go ahead and get you back to the Temple.”

“I know we should… I’m just not ready to say goodnight to you,” she revealed, her voice more hushed. He was almost certain that the blue chevrons of her lekku darkened a shade or two. 

He grinned at her, “Come on. Let’s find another taxi.” Rex rose from the booth and offered Ahsoka his hand again, which she took, and they exited the cozy diner. A speeder was already waiting for any exiting patrons and they hopped inside, heading back towards the capital. Ahsoka was a little further from him than she’d been in the last taxi, no longer needing him for comfort or support. She crossed her legs, peering out the viewport at the nightlife. 

“Rex,” she whispered and he glanced down at her, “I had fun with you tonight. Thank you for taking care of me. I’m sorry if I put you behind on your reports.”

“It’ll be fine, Commander, don’t worry about any of that. I’ve turned them in the morning after several times before and it’s never been a big deal,” he reassured her.

She offered him a kind smile and clasped her hands, returning her attention to the passing speeders. 

A knot formed in his throat, that feeling returning again. Try as he might, it never stayed down for long. It always resurfaced stronger before, taunting him for thinking he could control it. In truth, she was the only woman he’d ever loved, the only one he’d want to kiss. No other lifeform compared to her, in beauty, in soul, in anything. No one had ever caught his eye or made him forget her. Ahsoka was who he would choose and who he chose time and time again, even if it wasn’t who he should’ve. 

Ahsoka being at 79’s brought out a sense of protection in him, unlike how it was in the midst of battle. It begged him to realize how he felt. Of course he’d drop everything and go after her. Of course he’d take the hit of a late report. Of course he’d take her to get food instead of back to the Jedi Temple. 

Of course he’d made every wrong decision when it came to her. He shelved away every warning and caution that popped up in his head, swallowing them down and promising to face them tomorrow.

The knot in his throat bobbed, his mouth going dry, “Ahsoka…”

She looked at him, neon lights reflecting in his eyes, pupils huge and yearning. Now fully sober, she could sense his emotions through the Force, aware that whatever he was about to ask her wasn’t something a Jedi should do. She could tell by the way his dry lips quivered and fell slightly agape that he’d changed his answer. She could tell by the way his heart hammered in its cage that he wanted it to be her. She wanted it to be her, too. 

Ahsoka moved in, lessening the space between them and brought a hand up to his face, feeling the fresh stubble on his jaw. Amber eyes explored hers, waiting for an answer. Her thumb ran along his bottom lip, feeling him shudder before she pulled his lips onto hers in a searing kiss. Rex sighed into her mouth, hands coming up to hold her lekku. 

She broke from the kiss and turned her focus to the driver, “Take us to the barracks instead.”

Rex was breathing heavily when she looked back to him and she bit her lip. He nodded rapidly and pulled her back into him, raining his emotion over her. Every kiss he drank in was his absolute yearning, craving, and need for her. 

The speeder pulled into the back of GAR Headquarters by the barracks. The two exited the vehicle and Rex handed over the rest of his credits. Ahsoka smoothed her dress and walked with him past the guards as if they hadn’t both just forsaken the boundaries of their established positions. Together, they made for the designated area for the 501st. Once the large doors closed behind them, they were met with a dark and quiet room. Everyone had gone to bed. It was past lights-out. Rex wrapped a strong arm around her back, bringing her to him and feverishly kissing her once again, walking her backwards to his door. 

Fives was waiting with his hands on his hips and a scowl on his face.

“Well…,” he asked Jesse, “Were they up there?”

He rolled his eyes in annoyance because a certain ARC trooper couldn’t see him doing it, “Negative. No sign of them and the gunship is still in place. We need to issue a search. I’m afraid the General may have been kidnapped.”

Fives scoffed, “Kidnapped? She’s not exactly a kid anymore, or a Padawan, I highly doubt a kidnapping is the plausible explanation here.”

“She’s been kidnapped before and she’s only just been knighted… General Tano wouldn’t just disappear like this. We can’t rule it out as a possibility.” While Jesse wanted to align his thinking with Fives, his own argument was more liable. He couldn’t bear to think about someone taking her again. When she’d been lost on Felucia and relocated to that moon, he’d never felt so much anxiety. He had been the one closest to her other than Rex. They’d both taken their eyes off her and she was gone. It was killing Jesse to think that he’d repaid her by losing them both this time.

His brother’s head fell back in exasperation, arms falling to his sides in defeat, “Alright. Let’s get a move on then. If they were snatched up, they aren’t far off yet.”

Jesse swallowed hard and moved to the upright position that burned the tendons in his neck. He was getting too old for this. If the Commander and the General were indeed gone, that left Fives and himself in charge. Getting the title of ARC held the promise of leadership, but if leadership meant no Ahsoka or Rex, he didn’t want it. The responsibility of the 332nd company belonged to them. Jesse was more than happy to merely assist. 

Captain Vaughn stood at attention, receiving the two troopers, “Gentlemen.”

Jesse spoke firmly with his head down, “No sign of ‘em. I’m just speculating here, but I think this is a kidnapping or hostage situation. The men need to fan out into squads of ten and move with urgency.”

The 332nd’s new Captain turned swiftly on his heel, starting to call out names and sort up the men, forming a search party for the Commander and General. Fives gave a curt nod to Jesse, conveying that the younger clone was expected to follow him, and took off. While the rest of their company backtracked, he and Fives rushed ahead towards the intended point of destination. 

They were somewhere, and the men wouldn’t rest until they were found. Jesse just wished he could ask Rex what to do. He’s always twelve steps ahead, already knowing their solution, the best course of action to take.

~~~

Rex never imagined this would work. Her plan was flimsy at best. Sure, he’d talked it up, playing along with her usual antics, but he never expected her to actually suggest that they go through with it. The boys would think to check the gunship first. But it was that exact notion that Ahsoka based her argument against. It was the fact that it was so simple. What reason would they ever have to get back on the gunship when they didn’t need to? 

It shouldn’t have worked, but it did, and too well. But just how long that would last, was a persistent nag in the back of his mind.

Ahsoka let out a stifled whimper. Rex’s brows pinched together in panic and he placed a gloved hand over her mouth, hushing her. Ahsoka pressed her back further into the wall of the ship, eyes fluttering shut.

She’d told him many times she could keep quiet and he knew damn well that she could, she was just trying to get him all hot and bothered. Rex was panicky and she knew it. He had half a mind to just chase his own orgasm and cut this ordeal short. 

We’d be out of here that much faster.

But Rex couldn’t do that to her. He didn’t want to admit it, but bringing this little fantasy to life was exhilarating. It wasn’t too long ago that he was covering for General Skywalker. Although, his relationship with the Senator was primarily long distance. He didn’t know what they talked about during those “Rex, stand guard by the door” calls, but if it was anything like this, Rex understood his urgency now.

He thrust harder into her, his other hand holding her leg in place around his hip, squeezing at the exposed flesh of her thigh. Ahsoka bit her lip and continued to meet him at every thrust, trying to get as much friction as possible, as much of him as possible. The Commander raked his eyes over her body, gaze honing in on the bulge that his dick was making inside of her. She was so fit that he could see himself fucking up inside of her.

Rex’s mouth fell agape, where a moan would’ve sounded if they hadn’t been in such close proximity to listening ears. Her warm walls hugged him in that move she knew he liked. He pressed closer into her, attacking her lips with his own. Every heavy breath, he drank in, swollen lips fighting one another. He whispered between ardent kisses, “Shab, ‘Soka, you’re mad for this. I love you so fucking much.”  Ahsoka clung to him, fingers curled firmly around the pieces of his armor. She preferred they do this without his gear in the way, but in a practical light, it made sense to leave it on. The thrill of getting caught excited her, but she’d hate it if Rex couldn’t conceal himself easily if something like that did happen. 

The mushroom head of his member pulled on her sweet spot, making both of them audibly moan. Their eyes went wide with terror and Ahsoka removed her leg to turn around and peer through the slits in the ship to see if anyone had heard.

Rex almost waited for her response saying that they were in the clear, but the delicate shape of her backside was just too enticing, bent over like that, the backs of her legs glistening with their intense need for one another. 

He softly reached out for both of her hips and sunk himself back into her. The curve of his cock hitting at the exact right angle to make her arch her back, legs becoming wobbly underneath her. Her tight walls were slick with arousal, gripping him as he slowly guided himself into her, wet noises getting louder between their thighs. He threw his head back, moaning at how heavenly she felt around him. 

“There’s no one.. Unh… Out there,” she struggled to get out.

It should’ve worried him. In fact, it did worry him, but it also gave him the incentive he needed to drive her home that much quicker. Now, they could be as loud as they pleased. Rex groaned, one arm reaching in front of her to slip his middle finger in her mouth, past her panting lips, “Suck.”

The order shook her to the core, a new wave of slick escaping from the tightly wound coil in her tummy. He picked up the pace, fucking her so hard that their skin starting slapping together, obscene noises mixing together. If anyone were to walk by, they would know exactly what kind of activities were taking place inside the inconspicuous gunship. Ahsoka cried out as he nestled his angry cock into her spongy spot, “No one’s out there, huh? Good. None of the men to hear me fucking their General, making her scream.”

Ahsoka moaned at his words, using the wall to push herself back onto Rex’s relentless pounding, babbling something incoherent.

“Hmm? I didn’t catch that. Is this what you wanted to hear? That I get the pleasure to fuck the living daylights out of their General?” Rex taunted her, bringing her closer to her breaking point. He pulled his finger from her mouth, slinking the wet digit over her hip bone and down to her folds, teasing her tender clit. She bucked her hips, flinching at the intense pleasure.

“Please, Rex,” she whispered, breathily.

He began making slow, torturous circles around her puffy button, “You just couldn’t wait, could you? Wanted me whisper the filthy things that make your cunt throb while we’re mid-way through a mission? Huh? Kriff, you’re so irresistible.” His cock dragged deliciously in and out of her, kissing her cervix with each of his desperate thrusts. Her soaked hole held him like a vice, attempting to milk him for all he’s worth. He kept on, “What would the men think if they saw me sinking my cock in you? Fuck me, your little pussy is so tight, ‘Soka.” 

She squeezed her eyes shut, “I’m so close, Rex, please don’t stop.”

Her achy hole began to spasm, making her unstable on her legs. Rex held her hips down, fingers digging into the skin, as he bounced her on his girthy cock, riding her through her orgasm.Rex looked down to watch her needy hole suck him in with each pounding he gave to her.

A knock then sounded on the exterior of the gunship. Rex didn’t let up, he couldn’t drag her away from her release now, not when she was convulsing around his dick. 

Ahsoka let out a strangled moan and the man cleared his throat, “Kriff, you two. Again? For the love of Kamino, we’re on a mission this time. Just hurry and finish up. They think you’ve both been kidnapped for crying out loud.

“Fives?” his voice cracked, still relentless as he slid his twitching cock in and out of her wrecked hole. He pulled her onto him completely, his heavy balls emptying and painting her insides with his cum. Rex suppressed a groan, clenching his teeth as he pulled out of Ahsoka, watching as his sticky seed ran out of her cunt and down her thighs.

“Yeah…” the ARC confirmed, sounding amused, “You owe me one, Rex.” He could hear as his brother walked away. Fives was both delighted and disappointed. Delighted because he knew something no one else even suspected, having walked in on them twice now. The first time being aboard the Tribunal back to Coruscant after their success on Mandalore. They went at each other like Tooka cats in heat. Though, he was also disappointed because he couldn’t divulge the riveting information to Jesse. Poor kriffing bastard sent the entire company out on nothing but a fool’s errand. 

How they were going to explain this one was beyond him. He only hoped the two getting some in the gunship had a feasible cover up.

Fives walked back up to a very visibly stressed Jesse with a smirk plastered on his face, “You’ll never guess where they were.”

The younger ARC trooper closed his eyes, anticipating the verification of his failure, “They were asleep in the gunship, weren’t they?”

His brother clapped his shoulder, “Oh, Jesse. My sweet Jesse. Soldier’s honor that this won’t get back to the men.” Fives place a playful hand over his heart, one hand raised up by his head.

Jesse’s tattoo distorted as he raised an eyebrow. This ought to be good.

“I’ll keep your secret under one condition. ‘What is it’ might you ask? Well, I have a secret of my own to tell you. Now, I’ll keep your secret, but to make sure we are even, you have to keep mine. If this ever gets out, yours will too,” Fives negotiated.

“Okay… I can get on with that. They’ll never see me as their superior if they knew I sent them on a wild Banta chase. I feel so foolish.”

Fives grinned ear to ear, unable to contain the secret he so desperately needed to tell someone. He leaned in closer to his brother, “Nah, you’re not foolish. You were pretty close, actually. They were sleeping alright… Just not the unconscious kind of sleeping… If you catch my drift.”

Jesse gave him a wild look, waiting in stunned silence for Fives to say that he was joking like he did, that they really were just passed out after all the work they’d been doing. He waited for the punchline, the sexual innuendo, the pun, the truth. Fives pursed his lips, only nodding, answering Jesse’s unspoken question. 

“You’re lying,” Jesse claimed, unamused and not wanting to accept Fives’s candor, “Commander Rex… He wouldn’t.”

“Oh yes he would, too. He’s up there right now screwing Tatooine’s twin suns out of her,” Fives choked on a laugh.

“He refuses to go to 79s with us. I didn’t even think he knew how… I just can’t believe it,” Jesse admitted, his shoulders slumping. 

Fives cocked an eyebrow, his arms crossed, “Admit it, you didn’t think he knew where to put it. Believe me, I didn’t even think he knew where it went!”

Jesse gave a sheepish smile, confessing to Fives’s conjecture.

Apparently the company’s former Captain did know where to put it. It made sense now. They’d always been so close, but things had been different since the Siege of Mandalore. He considered what he’d told the Sith Lord, Maul, and then what he’d seen with his own eyes after he was safely exchanged. Of course Rex would dismiss the ritual trips to the clone bar. Of course he would linger behind after mission briefings. Of course he would stay with her, leaving Skywalker to need a new Captain. How had he missed it before?

~~~

Rex kissed along her jaw, a hand cradling her back lek, “We can’t attempt that again.”

“I know,” Ahsoka agreed, smoothing her dress, “But it was more fun than just imagining, wasn’t it?”

Rex smiled, having imagined countless scenarios, none of which he ever thought would come true. Here she was, amazed at this one risky scenario, but he was amazed that someone who resembled the angels of Iego would ever choose him.

He chuckled, swiping the sheen of sweat from her forehead, “Too much fun. We were lucky it was Fives and not anyone else.” He set his jaw, admiring the glow she had about her. Her skin was warm and inviting and he couldn’t wait to be done with this karkin’ mission.

Rex placed a delicate kiss to her cheek, ready to worship her like the goddess she was, away from the men and Fives’s ‘accidental’ passings, not having to rely on quick movements and crude words to get her there fast.

He stepped out of the drop ship, adjusting his utility belt and holding a hand out for Ahsoka to take.

Fives jogged to meet them on the grassy hill, Jesse close behind him, “You two better have a good explanation for this.”

Rex fingered his helmet, wishing he’d thought to put it on so they boys couldn’t see his red face, “General Tano was feeling fatigued after such a tedious battle, I was standing guard at her side.”

Jesse and Fives shared a dubious look, unconvinced with their desultory lie. The bearded man doubled over in a fit of laughter and Jesse cracked a smile.

“Oh Commander, try again, more persuasive this time. Really sell it to me,” Fives teased, shaking Jesse by the shoulder.

Ahsoka contorted her face.

“What?” he asked, sick over what other information she could possibly offer.

“It’s actually the other way around,” she winced.

He narrowed his eyes, “The other way around?”

She nodded and continued reluctantly, “I would be your handler this time around, and you would be the…”

“The pleasure slave.”

“Prostitute,” Ahsoka corrected. 

“Kriff, Ahsoka. If we didn’t need this information so badly…”

“I know. I’m sorry, Rex.”

He wanted to be sorry. That was the last thing he wanted to do, but if it meant that she didn’t have to be posing as the pleasure slave, it was a plan he would have to go along with. Comfortability would be difficult to say the absolute least. 

Rex sighed, a sense of dread flooding him, “Alright. Brief me again.”

She nodded, “This Leisure Zone is our target’s most frequented brothel. They have an overwhelming majority of female pleasure workers. Recently, they put out a request for more male workers as well. There’s apparently been a high demand for them. I reached out… They said that a clone deserter would be very enticing to the patrons. It’s common for the workers to assume backstories, so the reality of yours would only contribute further to them turning a profit.”

More like contribute to their libidos.

He tried to steady his breathing and process this information, “I wouldn’t actually be expected to sleep with these patrons, would I?”

She tried not to show how disgusted she was at his question. The thought of her actually selling his body off to other people against his will filled her with a rage she was too overwhelmed to address.

Ahoska had never seen what anger looked like on the Captain, but this would be the closest thing to it if she had to imagine. Never in a million years would she ask this of him if it wasn’t so imperative to the Rebellion. But with a valuable informant in the brothel, there was no other option that would work successfully. 

“Of course not, Rex. It would be a quick job, one night is all we need. The informant has valuable intel for us that an Imperial patron gave to her — information that could help us prevent the TIE Defenders from getting shields.  She can’t leave the brothels, her handler is a very strict individual. We have to go to her. “

Rex looked at the woman next to him, for the first time in his life feeling small.

She gave him a sympathetic hand to the shoulder, “If it makes you feel any better, it’s a high-class brothel. Very expensive. My price for you will be set too high for anyone to pay. I promise.”

~~~

He didn’t think he’d ever worn something so revealing in his life. The most physically vulnerable he’d ever been was when he was solely in his body glove. But this… This was the definition of vulnerable. When Ahsoka handed him the disguise, he didn’t expect her to hand him so little. In fact, he’d waited for her to hand him more. 

Upon being told that it was the entire disguise, Rex felt his whole body lose its color.

That put him where he was now, in the ship’s ‘fresher, too nervous to step out. He looked at himself in the mirror, gripping either side of the counter and squeezed. 

It wasn’t that he felt exposed in the material, nor was it that he thought he even looked bad in it. In fact, he thought he pulled off the role of prostitute too well. It just felt like he had stepped into someone else’s skin. If the Republic had given him this mission, he knew he’d be able to carry it out successfully. It was the fact, however, that Ahsoka would be involved, seeing him in this state. He felt so exposed like this. 

She’d given him nothing to cover his upper half. Rex was just bare chested, scars and muscles all on display like they were meant to induce the arousal of others. That wasn’t their purpose. He was built because he had to be, because he was a soldier! He had scars because the fight he fought had at one point meant something to him! They signified the countless times he’d placed his life on the line, not trophies or traits to be desired and fawned over.

Rex had felt like an object his entire life, assigned a number at birth and treated as if he was disposable. But this brought a whole new shadow to that familiar feeling.

How could he walk out there knowing she was on the other side of the refresher door? He couldn’t let her see how red he got when he was embarrassed, how the blush didn’t just gather in his cheeks, but his neck and chest as well. Any and all modesty would forever be ripped from him. Ahsoka would never be able to unsee or unlearn what he looked like under his armor.

This mission changed the dynamics of their relationship forever.

He looked at the scantily clad reflection of himself. The gold metal vambraces and rerebraces he didn’t mind. They were gaudy, but they were the least of his complaints on the ensemble. The part he did have an issue with was the metal apparatus that sat low on his hips. It was situated below his hip bones and cold. At every move he felt as if it might slip off and leave him completely bare. The gold accessory, impersonating as a garment, held up two nearly-sheer pieces of black fabric — one covering his front and one covering his backside. That was all. Any wrong movement and everything would be out in the open.

Rex had swallowed his spit so many times that his mouth had gone dry. His nerves were buzzing, putting his body into a pseudo fight-or-flight mode. Anxiety wasn’t something that he’d ever experienced before, he hoped that after this, he wouldn’t ever have to experience it again.

He thought back to his personal mantra: Experience outranks everything.

Yeah, he really hated that right about now.

Ahsoka called to him from the other side of the door, “Rex? Everything alright in there?”

“Yeah. Yeah… I just had trouble figuring it out. I got it,” he rushed out. His heart felt like it truly might burst. Stepping away from the sink, he faced the door. His finger hovered above the panel, hesitating before pressing the button, in no way ready to reveal himself to her. Swallowing his pride, he decided that he’d never be ready, and opened the door.

His Commander stood barely a meter away, appearing quite concerned. She backed away as soon as the door slid open, realizing how close she was to her practically naked Captain. Her mouth dropped open as she began to apologize, “Rex —”

“Let’s get this over with,” he quipped, cutting her apology short. 

She held a cloak in her arms, pressing it too tightly to herself as she took in his appearance. He stood in the doorway with his head turned to the side, too embarrassed to make eye contact. Ahsoka lifted her jaw, acutely aware that she’d been staring at him open-mouthed for too long. He looked… He looked the part. It was quite the shock. Rex looked…

Ahsoka blinked, reminding herself to offer the cloak to him, “Here. Take this, it will um… It will keep you covered until we’re inside the establishment.” She released her tight grip on the fabric, handing it over to him.

Only after he put the cloak on did he finally face her. 

She, however, looked anywhere but him. She didn’t want him to think that she would betray his modesty in such a way. Rex was her longest and most trusted friend and the last thing she wanted to do was make him feel less than or as if he couldn’t trust her. 

“Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

“We should go ahead and catch transit there, they’re expecting us soon.”

The ship’s ramp lowered and the night sky greeted them, the bright lights of Morlana One beckoning them to join in the seediness that it had to offer.

~~~

Ahsoka had been right. Their target brothel was very high-class. Everything in sight dripped of major expense. Even the back entrance was grand, guarded by several able-bodied humanoids. Rex felt his contribution would be better utilized if he were to serve in their position instead.

To everyone else, Ahsoka came across as unassuming, her muscles covered by a thick trench coat. Rex knew something that any potential di’kut did not. She was more than capable of handling any missteps. She was a Jedi survivor. 

Rex knew that if anything went awry tonight, that she was more than qualified to hand everyone in the establishment their asses. 

She’d handled half a legion with only the help of himself and a few droids.

The bouncers verified their chain codes and cross-referenced the schedule before allowing them inside. When they stepped through the thick door, more guards stood inside, the process repeated.

Ahsoka checked them in with the hostess, putting them on the menu as ‘Clone offered by Ashla’. 

Rex flexed his jaw, keeping his posture rigid. He was no offering. 

Ashla gave him an in-character smirk and he remembered himself. He became more lax, compliant, and falsely willing. His weight shifted to one leg, trying his damndest to appear sensual. 

Acting as his handler, Ahsoka beckoned him to the back where they’d been given a prep room. Not to be mistaken with the other set of back rooms… The long hallway of private booths.

He reminded himself not to be so tense, as he would not be passing through that hall. 

Down their assigned hall, they began to see the other workers. Most of them were of female designation, a few gender fluid, and one other male that he could see. Rex felt more comfortable. These people were in the same boat as he was, just with more experience. 

He noticed how they all sauntered instead of merely walked, stalking out their destination as if it were prey. It was safe to assume that applied to the paying customers as well. The one male he saw was Zabrak. He walked with confidence, head tilted down, pupils peering upward from underneath his brow bone. 

Rex could make this charade convincing. He would mimic exactly that. 

“How are you feeling?” she rushed out once they were secure behind the door of their little room. It was dimly lit and furnished with a plush chaise lounge, a compact vanity, and clothing rack. 

He towered in front Ahsoka, realizing he maintained his height over her without his armor on and the addition of her platform boots. Her big eyes searched him, already feeling his emotions through the Force. 

“It’s definitely a culture shock,” he started. 

“Yeah, this is my first time on Morlana One as well.”

He shook his head, “No. I mean, this just isn’t what I expected out of a brothel.” 

Oh. He’d never been in one before.

She looked surprised, “I’m sorry… I guess I just assumed… You’d visited between missions.”

He pressed his mouth into a line, laughing dryly at his own inexperience. It seemed to be a recurring theme for the night. “Nah. The other men? Of course. I was always preoccupied with mission reports to join.”

She bit her lip, something inside of her deflating at his response. He saw and quickly decided to refute the white lie. 

“I used that excuse to turn the offers down. I was never interested, ‘Soka, even when I’d wrapped up the desk work,” he corrected. 

Ahsoka nodded, concealing the fact that his reveal of the truth had caused her heart to surge. That was something she knew he’d never told his brothers. He’d given her a piece of information that he’d kept close to himself. When the rest of the men were out reveling in the pleasures of sex, Rex had abstained. 

She selfishly wondered if he had… If his virtue still remained after the many years of the war, after the countless opportunities he’d gotten to be rid of it. 

“Our informant. The Twi’lek woman with purple coloring. Did you see her when we turned down the hall?”

He nodded. 

“She’s on the floor at the same time you are. You’ll have an hour and a half to make contact. Either in the hallway going in and out or discreetly on the floor..”

A sweet chime rang throughout the establishment, signaling that one round of workers were on break and the next round were to step out onto the floor. Rex’s round. 

Ahsoka let out a deep exhale, “Okay. We can do this. In and out. One round. The datarod is small, you’ll need to find somewhere to conceal it. I think the best option you have is under your tongue.”

His entire body was vibrating and he knew it was time to remove the garment that had provided him some sense of temporary comfort. He fingered the edge of the cloak and pulled it back over his shoulders, feeling the cold of the room settle in his pores. The material fell to the ground, exposing him to Ahsoka yet again. The peaks of his nipples hardened with the temperature and the blush he hadn’t wanted her to witness began to spread over him. 

Their proximity was suffocating. He backed away a few steps and made way to the door, picking his shoulders up and narrowing his eyes to channel the daunting look that the Zabrak had managed. 

His back muscles were on display to the woman behind him. Ahsoka caught herself scanning every inch she could see. The muscles were lean and chiseled, expanding and contracting with his breathing. The gold belt was dangerously low, showing off the dimples situated at the low end of his back. She could make out how taut his backside was… the long fabric that hid it giving her a limited visibility. 

“I’ll be out there soon, with the rest of the handlers on the wall by the door. Good luck, Rex.”

Rex felt her eyes burning into him despite not facing her. He gave her a confident nod over his shoulder and stepped into character as soon as he passed through the doorway. 

~~~

Once on the floor, Rex had more peace of mind. Every one of the workers all had next to nothing on. He had immediately established eye contact with the informant, repeating the action several times now. The Twi’lek was clad in a skimpy green outfit, the entire ensemble consisting of straps all around her body. She seemed aware that he was the one sent to receive the information. 

As promised, he found Ahsoka take her place alongside the rest of the handlers by the entrance. 

He blended in well, but it was her who looked as though she belonged. Ahsoka was dressed in all black, several layers of leather wrapping her up, a utility belt cinching it all in. Her arms were crossed as she leaned cooly up against the wall, a hard expression on her face. If he were a customer, he wouldn’t want to do anything to get on her bad side. The whole wall was lined with some of the most treacherous looking people. Unbeknownst to them, Ahsoka was the deadliest of them all. Her trench coat was hanging by her elbows, grazing the top of her intricate boots. 

Rex had been so absorbed with how his own costume looked that he hadn’t registered Ahsoka’s disguise until now. This was the most of her legs he’d ever seen. Fit, orange calves and thighs were encased in ripped fishnets, disappearing under her tiny black leather shorts.

Music pulsated in his ears, the upbeat sounds matching his heart rate. His pupils had blown wide at the sight. He’d undressed her with his eyes before, but never so obviously. It took every fiber of his being to will away his arousal, not wanting her to notice any potential tent or wet patch on the fabric that covered him. 

Her presence was all the encouragement he needed to let this evening roll off his shoulders. It was easier to ignore the way the customers were ogling him. She was the only one in the room that he wanted to look at him with that hunger. 

He kept by the bar, not yet approaching any of the patrons. Many of the workers did the same, having the freedom to choose who got their service and who didn’t. He reminded himself to thank Ahsoka for arranging a night with low occupancy.

The Twi’lek leaned over the opposite side of the bar, beckoning him with a sharp-nailed finger.

Rex removed himself from the counter, taking short strides in her direction. The metal apparatus clinked as he walked, the fabric flowing with his movement. He crowded the shorter woman, mimicking a move he watched a customer do. She reached out with both hands for his abdominal muscles, rubbing the entire surface area with cold palms. He flinched for a split second, not having expected her to be so physical. 

It’s just an act. She’s just playing a part. This needs to look convincing. He swallowed his doubts and fell back into character. 

Taking what he knew about Ahsoka’s anatomy, Rex reached out and stroked one of her headtails. 

The informant licked her lips and pressed her chest against him. Her native Ryloth accent was thick, “Hello, Clone.”

He was thankful for the loud music, their proximity was indeed a tactic and not for her own pleasure. She then stuck a finger in her mouth, sucking on it and pulling it out slowly, tracing Rex’s jaw with the sheen. He understood. The datarod was in her mouth, she didn’t have a Rylothian accent. A purple leg was wrapped around one of his own, pulling him further into her, pulling his mouth to hers. 

It was lengthy and wet as she transferred the datarod into Rex’s mouth with her tongue. 

Ahsoka watched from the opposite side of the room, feeling her entire body become heated. She was seething at the display she’d just witnessed be performed on Rex. She’d tasked him with making contact. This is not how she meant for him to interpret that. Her hands balled into fists and her nails dug into her skin, clenching her teeth at the pain. 

The Twi’lek pulled away from him, but not before licking down his neck. Rex peered down at her as she removed her tongue and backed away from him to give her attention to the whistling Weequay in the booth to her right.

Rex instantly looked to Ahsoka, who was evidently displeased with what she’d just seen unfold. 

The booming music roared in her montrals as the two of them endured the remaining time in the round. Before they knew it, the chime sounded through the brothel once more and she escorted Rex back to the prep room. 

“Did you get the information?” she bit out, all business. 

He made a noise and reached up to pluck the datarod from underneath his tongue, “Got it.”

So, that obscene display had been a tactic. 

Ahsoka’s expression didn’t change, “Good. Let’s get out of here.”

Rex placed the small object in her outstretched palm, privy to exactly how bothered she was at how it was obtained. He became aware of just how little they were both wearing and how close they were. His chest rose and fell with a quicker pace than usual. He could feel her every exhale on his skin. 

For a moment, Ahsoka’s better judgment faltered. She forgot that she was upset, as Rex towered over her wearing that and looking good in it. 

Her other hand reached between them, shaky and hesitant. The practically nude man in front of her took her hand in his and placed it on his chest, spreading her fingers apart, pressing it into him. 

A gasp escaped her mouth, lips parting lightly. His heart was beating at the speed of light. 

This small act was the most provocative thing he’d experienced the entire night. Not even the informant's method of delivery had enticed him as much as this did. 

She looked up to see his dark eyes trained on her and she tore her hand away. The welcoming heat of his skin was quickly replaced by the cold air of the room. Rex squared his shoulders and donned his cloak, following Ahsoka out the door. 

~~~

The trip back to their freighter was a silent one. Ahsoka was fuming with every step but feigning as if she didn’t care. 

The pair departed Morlana One as quietly as they’d arrived, making the jump to hyperspace with home in the navicomputer. Ahsoka wanted nothing more than to crawl into her own bed at the South Pole of Saleucami and forget all about this mission. 

Rex excused himself to the ‘fresher, desperately needing to wash the events of the evening away. 

The metal excuse of an outfit clattered to the floor and Rex willed the touch of it and the informant off of his skin. The spray was as hot as he could get it, fogging up the small room and deeply cleansing every pore on his body. He began tugging at his neglected cock, milking himself dry of the sexual tension that had lingered between him and Ahsoka. His head leaned up against the durasteel wall for support, as he fucked his fist, pretending it was hers. 

He moaned through gritting teeth, the evidence of his need for her coating his hand. The warm water washed it away, leaving him with the guilt of disrespecting her in such a manner when she was just one room away. 

She just wasn’t a woman that you could masturbate over and feel honest afterward. 

In the other room, Ahsoka relentlessly fidgeted. She kept her hands busy with the controls of the ship, fighting with her inward emotions. The jealousy is what sickened her most of all. She attempted to ignore its demanding hold on her. Her hands rubbed her eyes, trying to pull herself out of it, but nothing could erase how the woman had touched Rex. 

She was just doing her job. She made it look so convincing! It was the reason we have the intel and are off of that kriffing planet!

Ahsoka shed her trench coat, skin not losing the heat of her anger. She had no one but herself to blame. If she would’ve just made her move the first time she felt things for him, she wouldn’t have to worry about knowing if they were reciprocated. At least, if they weren’t, tonight would’ve been less painful. She had settled on taking decisive action. The ship was switched to auto-pilot and she made the nerve wracking trip to the refresher door. Deja vu. 

He’d been in there quite a while. She couldn’t hear if the water was still running or not and hesitated. Nervous knuckles rapped on the door anyway, “Rex?”

No answer. She tried again. Still, there was no response from the other side.

She sucked in a deep breath, filling her lungs with air and courage, and pressed the button that opened the door. 

Rex was standing in front of the mirror again, a towel slung around his waist, water from his shower still in beads on his skin. His blonde hair was buzzed again, the slight bit of length that he had earlier was now gone. He didn’t seem to notice her standing there, but then again, the entire room was clouded with vapor. 

How hot had Rex had the water?

The quiet man must’ve seen her out of his peripheral vision, his head snapping in her direction. He had a bit of depil cream by his ear. 

Ahsoka said nothing and slinked over towards him, standing behind him in the mirror. He watched with attentive eyes as she once again placed her hand on his middle. She made eye contact with him through the reflection, hands splaying as wide as they could over his abs and dipping into the crevices of each muscle, eliciting a twitch in his groin. He turned around to meet her, finding that she was still in her disguise as his handler. 

She closed the little distance that was between them and pressed her chest to his, drinking him in, waiting for him to stop her and tell her that this wasn’t something he wanted.

He didn’t. 

A slender, orange finger disappeared into her mouth. His chest heaved as she sucked, feeling the same sensation underneath his towel. It reappeared, accompanied by a popping sound, returning her lips to their full size. She lifted it up to his face and hooked her finger under his jaw where it met his ear, sliding the depilatory cream down the length of his jawline. 

He reached out and grabbed her hand, ceasing her movements. “Ahsoka,” he growled.

Her confidence shuddered, the role she’d stepped into falling away from her. What had she done? She shamefully anticipated his anger and disgust.

“If you think this is what you have to do to seduce me…” Rex breathed, “You’ve got it all wrong.”

Had she understood his meaning correctly?

She picked her shoulders back up, “Tell me what I have to do.”

Rex shook his head and used his other hand to grab her by the waist, “Absolutely nothing. Just your very essence is the definition of alluring, ‘Soka. You have me utterly wrapped around this finger of yours. The definitive hold you’ve had me in for so long —”

But Ahsoka didn’t let him finish. She decimated the millimeters that separated their lips, kissing him with more than just need. Their jaws moved in sync as they tried to soak up as much as they could out of one another. He released her hand to cradle her face, bringing her to meet his rhythm. Rex momentarily pulled away and looked her up and down, going straight for her belt. The hefty accessory fell to the floor at her feet, leaving the rest of her clothes free to be removed. He slipped his hand inside her opened vest, feeling the curvature of her figure that the belt had denied him access to.

He walked her backwards into the durasteel wall, placing one hand on her back lek to soften the blow. She moaned. Rex felt weak in the knees at that, praying that the sound he’d elicited from her didn’t falter his balance. His hands clapped the wall on either side of her head, kissing her hungrily. Ahsoka clung to him, her fingers pressed into the nape of his neck, swiping where he’d just buzzed his hair. 

Their chests rose and fell in unison and Rex pulled away, looking down at her exasperated state, “Jump.”

Ahsoka complied and he used his hands to hoist her over his hips, supporting her as he strode them to his quarters. She placed passionate kisses along his jaw and down his neck as he carried her to their destination, groaning as she sucked and grazed her teeth along the sensitive skin.

The dimly lit state of his quarters ushered them in, already matching the mood. Rex knelt onto the bed, signaling to her that she could drop onto the surface below. The short drop was soft and allowed her to see the full view of her Captain. His skin was warm and still wet, a blush coloring the skin from his face to his chest, his towel no longer slung loosely around him. She bit her lip, figuring it must’ve fell in their change of location, wondering if she was welcome to look down…

A tanned and veiny hand reached down there. Ahsoka’s eyes followed as Rex wrapped his fingers around the appendage between his legs, slowly stroking. The tip was swollen and weeping, a sticky substance coating his fingertips. 

She peered up at him through heavy lashes, propping herself up by the elbows. He neared her and she gulped, realizing how big he was as he leant down over her.

“Let’s get you out of these,” he whispered, lips grazing a montral. 

Ahsoka could’ve combusted just then. Rex’s strong hands took hold of her long vest, pushing them down her muscular arms. Her nerves bounced between them in a frenzy. She couldn’t tear her focus away from his face, watching as he undressed her both figuratively and literally. He reached around to her back and popped open her corset top, causing her breasts to bounce.

She yelped at the sudden movement and sucked in air. The material fell beside her and her chest was left bare. Rex let out a feral growl as he took the sight of her in and attached his mouth to her neck, hands immediately reaching out and palming her right breast.

Oh. Ahsoka hadn’t thought that could feel good.

The man above her continued his assault on her neck and chest. She threw her head back, attempting to contain the explosive pleasure erupting within her.

She could feel Rex smile against her skin, before he pinched her nipple and turned it around in his fingers. That was a moan she was unable to contain.

All the while, he continued the pumping motion between his legs, breathing hot and heavy on the inside of her lekku.

“Rex,” she groaned, and he pulled away.

“Are you okay with this, ‘Soka? Say the word now and we won’t go any further,” he whispered against her neck. “Tell me no and I’ll never touch you again.”

She whimpered at that and shook her head slowly.

His teeth scraped the sensitive mark on her neck, “M’gonna need a verbal response, ‘Soka.”

Ahsoka swallowed, “Please don’t stop, Rex.”

Her Captain crashed his lips into hers, reconnecting them and their fervent passion. Ahsoka dug her nails into this scalp, scratching as his tongue entered her mouth, swiping at her bottom lip. His hands had abandoned his angry cock and felt around for the zipper of her leather shorts, making quick work of getting them down her legs. They got caught on her knee-high platform boots and he removed himself from her, moving downwards.

He pulled the buckles free from their latches and gently guided them from her legs, kissing each of her calves afterward. He felt the texture of the tattered fishnets with buzzing fingertips, running his hands up the length of her legs before stopping on her thighs. Rex looked down at what awaited him. 

A wet patch had formed on Ahsoka’s underwear, giving away just how aroused and ready she was for him.

“Kriff… All for me?”

Ahsoka’s lekku had darkened, orange skin now blushed and ablaze. Before she could respond, Rex’s knuckles met and he ripped a hole in both her fishnets and her underwear. Her cunt clenched around nothing, juices covering her lower region, on display for Rex to see. The pupils of the man above her widened, taking in just how swollen and soaked she was. He dipped his middle finger and swiped between her orange lips, collecting her arousal and sticking the digit in his mouth, swirling his tongue around, tasting her. 

“Weepy little pussy just couldn’t help itself, huh?” he purred.

Her pussy trembled at his words, unable to close her legs with how he kept one hand on her ankle. He repeated the action again, dipping his finger further inside.

That pulled a whine from her, legs shaky as she waited for him to taste again. Instead, he held it up to her, “Suck.”

Without question, she let Rex push his middle finger in her mouth. She mimicked his actions and sucked hard, using her tongue to detect the tang of her own excitement. 

He let out a guttural moan, feeling the act around his leaking cock. He looked down at himself. It was rock hard and standing further at attention than he’s ever seen. Ahsoka’s lips popped as he drew his finger free, a sheen of spit coating her lips. What he wouldn’t give to have lips like that wrapped around his dick.

Rex hooked his arms under her thighs and dragged her to him. He placed one hand on her hip and one hand on himself, aiming for her dripping entrance.

“Rex…” Ahsoka trailed.

His jaw flexed. He looked sinful, naked and taut and more toned than she’d previously been under the impression of. Lust was heavy in his voice, making it deeper, “Use your words.”

“How many… How many times have you —”

“Just once,” he divulged.

She nodded, okay with his answer, and watched as his cock lined up with her entrance. The thick head kissed her slit, sliding between them. A shockwave ran through her body at the foreign sensation. She caught her breath and he continued, pushing further and further into her tight, hot hole, never once breaking eye contact. Ahsoka cried out at the new feeling. Rex slowly sunk into her, stretching her out and moaned at how she felt wrapped around him, all hot and tight and wet. 

He bottomed out inside of her and Ahsoka breathed heavily, eyes fixed on one another. She nodded, adjusting to how good and full she felt. Rex began to move his hips in short back and forth movement, a hand holding her hip firmly in place. When he drew back, Ahsoka started whimpering at the loss of him. He pushed back in, “Shhhh. Hold on, m’gonna go faster.”

Rex attached his mouth to her jaw, sucking and licking as he rammed into her, thrusting at a vigorous pace. She mewled in his ear, desperately grabbing and scratching at his toned back. An obscene squelching sound came from between her thighs, her juices coating the hair at the base of his cock.

“That thing… uhn you did with her lekku…” Ahsoka moaned.”

He groaned, “Good fucking girl, using your words.”

The hand that wasn’t being used to hold her still, moved up to her lekku and lightly stroked. 

Ahsoka whined, pleasure making her entire body vibrate. It was all starting to be too much to handle. Her nails dug into Rex’s shoulders, crying out with each of his thrusts. He had found the sweet, spongey spot in her drenched little cunt, ramming into it over and over. She wailed at the increase in his pace and her legs began to tremble, eyes squeezing shut. All of the pleasure curling up inside her had burst, rippling as her high came to a peak. Rex stiffened above her, moaning at how her climax had her squeezing his sensitive cock. He looked down and smirked, having fucked her to the point of squirting all over his thighs. 

Her lashes fluttered as she opened her eyes, the kisses on her cheek making her smile. Rex pulled out of her to watch his seed dribble out of her cummy pussy. He rubbed it around with his thumb and she bucked, still tender from the result of their desires. 

Rex could only look on her with awe, her skin in a thin sheen of sweat. She was ethereal and he was helplessly in love.

Huffing, Ahsoka continued to toss and fidget. This was impossible. Mygeeto was impossibly blustery and terribly cold. Location wise, she’d been less than enthralled about going to the planet. It was the base of operations for the Banking Clan, the sneaky former Separatists who’d just declared their loyalty to the Galactic Empire.

No surprise there.

Ahsoka was, however, ready to begin the mission. Bail sent her and Rex to search for Masters Ki-Adi-Mundi, Jaro Tepal, and Padawan Cal Kestis to see if they had survived the galaxy-wide slaughter.

The Masters were each reported dead and the Padawan’s status was still at large. Senator Organa insisted that they go to both confirm whether the report was true as well as to do reconnaissance on a planet they’d previously not had access to, as they were citizens of the Republic.

She didn’t know what to expect and she didn’t want to get her hopes up. Rex was presently listed as killed in action, but he was alive and breathing in the tent next to her.

The exhausted Togruta sighed heavily, pressing her face into the fur lining of her coat, realizing that she wasn’t even trying to get sleep anymore.

A strong gust of wind smacked her tent, causing the material to flap around. She rolled her eyes. No wonder the Lurmen left this planet and went to Maridun instead.

The cave they were in shuddered, accompanied by the echo of cave crystals hitting the ground and splintering. Ahsoka sat up instantaneously, throwing the thin blanket from her body and reaching to untie the entrance to her tent. Right as she moved from the spot she was laying in, a crystal thundered above her, ripping through the roof of her shelter and shattered.

If she had stayed there, she would have died .

Ahsoka stood wide-eyed, trying to absorb the reality of her situation. Her tent slowly collapsed, leaving her standing in the dark and surrounded by sharp, tiny crystals. The snow fell at an angle at the mouth of the cave, absorbing any light that may have been out there.

She could see movement in Rex’s tent as he untied it. Stepping out, he hadn’t expected to see her already standing there. He has his deecees pointing in her direction, immediately pointing them away, “Are you alright, Ahsoka?”

A small nod was all she gave in response, looking at the disaster around her. She cocked her head, “Care if I join you?”

Her humor always took him by surprise, “You’ve escaped death more times than I can count. Come on.” Rex, still in his armor, walked over to her and shoes crunching on the crystals as he drew closer. He held his arms out for her to use as stability, as she lifted her bare feet to step onto the tops of his boots. Rex held her close as he walked her away like that, out of range of the shards so that she wouldn’t cut her feet.

She realized she was still pressed up against him even after he had stopped. Ahsoka blushed and pushed off, stepping onto clear ground, “Thank you.”

His tent was identical to her’s, she wasn’t sure why she was expecting something different. Rex offered her his blanket, to which she declined, and they both took a spot on the ground. Upon processing the events that had just unfolded, Ahsoka spoke again, “Were you sleeping in your armor?”

A crooked smile grew on his lips, white teeth twinkling as he laughed.

She laughed at the obvious and went on, “That has to be exceptionally uncomfortable.”

“I suppose it is, never really gave it any thought. It’s just all I’ve ever known.”

“You have the freedom to choose now,” she said, the amusement in her voice dissapating. With that, she turned over, facing the opposite side of the tent. Rex did the same, neither one of them addressing the fact that they were sharing a sleeping arrangement for the first time.

Despite their efforts to leave a respectable amount of room between one another, the cramped confines of the tent didn’t allow for that. Ahsoka tried to slow her breathing, but the angry night of Mygeeto still insisted on being heard. The air was more brisk in Rex’s tent than it had been in her’s. She pursed her lips in annoyance. His tent had acted as a shield to her tent, catching all of the severe weather and leaving her warm. This night just kept getting worse.

Ahsoka tried to prevent her teeth from chattering, curling herself into a tight ball to maintain any sense of warmth. That was, if she even had any left to work with.

“Alright, you’re taking this blanket. I don’t need it and I can’t sleep knowing you’re shivering and chattering over there.”

Rex pulled the thin covering from his armor-clad body and placed it on top of Ahsoka’s small frame. A cold, orange hand grabbed it to pull it close, making contact with one of his gloves in the process. Her skin was like ice. He shuddered at the contact. Acting quickly, Rex pulled her close to him, pressing her body against his own.

Weak eyes blinked up at him, “Rex? I can’t… feel my…”

“I’ve got you, Commander. You’ll warm up soon enough. Just hang in there, alright?”

Ahsoka let out a barely audible hum and Rex positioned her to face him, picking her hands up in his and blowing hot air onto them. He rubbed her pale knuckles, hoping to bring any ounce of color back to them. Big blue eyes watched him, too still for his liking.

He croaked out, “‘Soka?”

“I’m here,” she whispered back, shuffling closer towards him and settled the curve of her montral on his shoulder. There was a wave of silence between them, filled only by the whistling of the snowstorm outside. She huffed, annoyed even still in her near-frostbitten state.

He continued to breathe hot air on her hands, his lips almost close enough to touch the delicate skin.

Ahsoka scrunched her nose, “Can you take this… off?”

Rex felt his collar get hot with a blush, “Take my armor off?”

Surely that’s not what she meant.

She mumbled, rolling against his shoulder bell with her montral, breathlessly uttering, “Body heat.”

His armor was too hard and uncomfortable for her. Rex didn’t know if she knew what she was asking, until she mentioned body heat, too. Kix. The last mission they’d been on to a snowy environment, the medic had one of the shinies strip down to maintain his body heat. Rex remembered wondering why that was, if their body gloves were temperature controlled. Then, it hit him.

Ahsoka doesn’t have a body glove . He thought back to how she’d fared on that very same mission. She’d worn the biggest coat he’d ever seen, fur lined and quite thick. She wore a similar one now. Long ago, she told him something about Togruta’s cool body temperature, but he’d since forgotten the specifics.

He looked down at her, clad only in her navy Mandalorian attire underneath the tattered coat and a thin blanket. How had he been so oblivious?

Sure, he could’ve done better with his snow gear, but he wasn’t freezing.

Rex began making quick work of his armor, stacking up each piece to his left, trying his best to not accidentally elbow where Ahsoka lay to his right. Suddenly, he was left with no smaller pieces to remove. Everything more easily removable had been unclasped rather quickly, not leaving him with any time to think about what happened next. He’d never been this exposed in front of her. The frigid air began to nip at him, each piece removed making him that much more nervous — for more than one reason.

Meanwhile, Ahsoka only got colder beside him, trying to mimic his breathing to her trembling hands. Her eyes began to feel heavy, face burning with the harsh, dry air. She finally felt sleepy, not comfortable, but no longer focused on everything around her.

Rex removed his codpiece last, now rid of all of his bulky armor. Ahsoka could sleep peacefully now without the awkward shapes digging into her. He felt so defenseless, but somehow… Oddly comfortable. Now clad only in his body glove, he wrapped an arm around Ahsoka’s back to pull her back in. She was deathly cold. Rex began to panic. In the few moments he left her unattended, she’d gotten so much worse. He hesitantly placed a bare hand to her chest, feeling for a heartbeat, realizing in the midst of the situation that this was the fewest layers that had ever been between them. Her heartbeat was so faint, barely a whisper.

Her lips were now losing their color, too.

Forgive me, Ahsoka.

Her coat was hastily discarded. He reached around under her rear lek to search for a zipper, needing to warm her as quickly as possible. He found the small tab and pulled, revealing her back to him. He’d pictured this scenario countless times, but never thought it would be for the sake of life and death.

The blue material parted and orange skin shone back at him. Moving to her shoulders, he pushed the fabric down her arms. He screwed his eyes closed, partly for his respect for her and partly to focus his emotions into getting the job done as fast as possible. Frantic hands fumbled as he got the dress bunched up around her hips, sucking in a breath and pushing it the rest of the way down.

Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me.

Rex hooked his fingers into her soft, thin pants and shoved everything else down, using his feet to kick the clothing away, completely stripping her. Deft fingers rushed to remove her vambraces, unclipping them and sliding them from her arms and hands. He was sure that her own fingers were beginning to lose circulation.

That was it, she was completely bare. Rex hugged her tightly to himself, arms wrapped around hers, evading her most intimate places. He raised one of his legs to lay over both of hers, completely encasing her in his warmth.

“Please wake up, Ahsoka,” he whispered, cradling his face where her montral met her lek, “Please, I can’t do this without you.”

He rubbed the skin of her arms, creating friction to bring her some additional heat. His vision was spotty from squeezing his eyes shut for so long. A tear he didn’t know had formed, streamed down his cheek. Instead of stifling them, Rex let the emotions flood through him, softly crying as he rocked her. Her breaths were so small and labored, but they were there. Kix had given mouth to mouth plenty of times to where, if he needed to, he could replicate the technique.

She let out a pained cough and Rex’s eyes shot open, his tear-stained face burning from the winter winds, “‘Soka? It’s okay. You’re alright. I’m so sorry, please forgive me. I couldn’t lose you.”

The freezing Togruta tucked into him and cracked her eyes open, mumbling something unintelligible.

“What? I didn’t hear you, ‘Soka. Come on, try again, please,” he pleaded with her, furiously rubbing her arms, trying to decipher her incoherent words.

“Body… heat,” she fought to get out, but he’d heard her that time.

Body heat. She was referring to the very mission he’d thought of. But… there was something else that Kix had said. If they hadn’t needed every last man they had on that mission, he would’ve recruited another vod to strip down to share in the body heat. Kix had explained it for him, “The body will always be at a higher temperature than anything material you can put on it. Skin conducts heat significantly better than clothing does, if he needs heat, he needs another body in there to help out.”

Ahsoka wasn’t upset with him, she had intended for him to remove her clothes. She even asked him to remove his… She never even specified if it was his armor she wanted off, he just assumed. He almost executed her request perfectly. He cursed himself under his breath and began to remove the body glove as well. It peeled off of him, and he gasped with the loss of the temperature control. Now, he had a real understanding of what Ahsoka was going through. They’d been severely under equipped for this mission. The warm clothing gathered around his waist and he paused briefly before shucking both his modesty and his doubt.

His manhood was released from the confines of the body glove and guilt spread through him. Once more, he pressed himself to Ahsoka’s backside, hugging her and stroking her skin with intensity. Learning from his earlier efforts, Rex moved one hand to her midsection, rubbing her rib and stomach area. She needed heat everywhere. He blew hot air onto the lek that was pressed to his face, memorizing the way his lips felt against the soft skin.

“Please come back to me,” Rex whispered, pressing a tender kiss to the blue chevron.

He felt their bodies become clammy under the thin blanket, conducting heat exactly how Kix had explained. Rex thanked the Force for his lost vod, praying that he was somewhere safe in all this mess, that he had somehow evaded the Empire under General Skywalker’s lead.

Her skin was steadily getting warmer and he grabbed the edge of the blanket, ducking their heads under the covering to speed up the thawing process.

Rex slowed his movements, taking a selfish moment to feel how soft her skin was. She was impossibly delicate for someone who’d been a soldier since childhood. Her orange skin was supple and beautiful. He just couldn’t get over it. Long fingers ran over her sides, feeling the perfect indent of her figure. He let out a shaky breath when she moved, the curve of her backside grazing his groin. His teeth clenched, waiting as she attempted to face him.

“Hey now,” he stilled her movements with a hand on her arm, “How are you doing down there?”

Ahsoka was warm to the touch and he sighed, his lungs finally relaxing from the stress of the late night.

She made small exasperated sounds, flipping herself over to face him despite his efforts to stop her. Big blue eyes met his own, now wide and alert, their current state dawning on her. Her lips parted, glancing down out of instinct but shutting them before any damage was done.

Ahsoka did something then that he didn’t expect, and moved further into him, closing the small space that separated them. Her chest met his own, pressing into the warmth of him. He sucked in his bottom lip at the contact, gasping at her action, “‘Soka…”

“What Kix said about body heat —“

He placed a gentle hand to her cheek, “I know… I remember. It had completely slipped my mind. I’m so sorry for taking so long to… I thought I lost you, Ahsoka.”

“Rex, you saved me.”

He gave her an incredulous look, “I hardly think —“

“No, Rex. Thank you.”

An exposed, orange arm reached for the hand on her face and placed a tender kiss to his palm, then to the pads of his fingers.

Rex’s eyes searched her, attempting to process her reaction. He shifted, moving to prevent her from discovering his ill-timed eagerness. She reached out with one of her legs, intertwining it with his, preventing him from turning away. The Captain’s lips parted, letting out a strained whimper as she rolled her hips forward, meeting his own.

His voice cracked, “You don’t have to do this.”

She laughed, “Rex, I almost died twice tonight… Next time —“

“You’ve almost died a million times.”

It was true. They had both evaded death more times than they should’ve been able to. They also knew well enough that there were so many lost words they’d never get to tell the ones who hadn’t been so lucky. As far as Ahsoka was concerned, they’d already wasted too much precious time. They were ticking time bombs. They were next to die.

“So have you. Next time it happens, it won’t be without you knowing how in love with you I am.”