#bad batch echo x reader

“I’m always going to worry about you, Echo,” you say softly, which makes him scoff. He finally turns his head to look at you, and you see hard lines set on his face. The type of lines that usually appear when he’s trying to figure out a complicated code. He looks away and shakes his head.

“Doesn’t seem like it,” he says so quietly, as if it weren’t meant for your ears. Your heart squeezes at the thought of Echo not believing you, but you can also understand why. You haven’t been the most open with Echo, but who can blame you? You’re already a shy person, but he flusters you even more. So much so, that you can barely get a word out around him without your body freezing up.

Echo is so kind, always asking if you need something, if you slept well, if you’ve eaten… He’s also so brave. There’s not many people you can think of who could go through what Echo did and still come out as a strong, compassionate man. The cherry on top being how handsome he is. You feel horrible when you answer his questions with a few quick awkward words due to your brain malfunctioning, but it’s all you can get out without completely embarrassing yourself. 

Even tonight, he never stopped caring no matter how awful you’ve been with him, which is how you ended up here bandaging his knuckles. 

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You and the guys are on Coruscant for a few days break, and, of course, that means a visit to 79s. Wrecker immediately took to the dance floor, while Echo, Hunter and Crosshair sat in a booth “listening” to Tech ramble about his latest experiment. You, on the other hand, were at the bar waiting for your date to show up.

You did not want to go on this date, but it was practically forced upon you by your friend who said the GAR was ruining your social life. You never told her about Echo because you knew she’d push you into asking him out, and you are not doing that. You can barely form a sentence around him, so you can’t even imagine going on a date with him and having to hold a normal conversation.

Well, you actually can imagine it. You imagine what your life would be like if you and Echo were more than teammates quite often before you go to sleep. You feel guilty for thinking about that as he lies a few feet away from you in his bunk, clueless about your inappropriate thoughts of him. 

You can’t function normally around him, so you accepted that it was just never going to happen with him. Plus, and more importantly, you don’t even know if he holds any feelings towards you that go beyond teammates. Sure, he cares about you, but he cares about all his teammates. 

So, there you were, scolding yourself at being pressured into this stupid date. You could feel the team’s eyes on you as you sat at the bar with your back facing them. You had told them about the date your friend had set you up on when they asked if you would be joining them tonight. Maybe you should’ve kept that to yourself, you argued with yourself.

First dates are always stressful, but then your team was about to watch you fail miserably — Echo getting the front row seat to it all.

You let out a stressed sigh before looking around the bar again. Your eyes glanced over at the table your team was at, all of whom were minding their business, except for Echo. Your eyes met and you felt your heart do the usual skip it does whenever you two lock eyes. You gave him a small smile, which made him nod back before turning his head away from you.

A few more minutes went by before you felt someone come up to your side and you turned your head towards him at your name being said. There stood a man who you presumed to be your date. He was tall and conventionally attractive, but not at all your type. No, your type was sitting in a booth across the bar, but you already told yourself to give this guy a chance.

You two introduced yourselves and started a conversation – well if you could even call it that. It quickly came to your attention that this man was not for you. He was rude and condescending. He barely let you get a peep out, and when you did, the guy didn’t even pretend to be interested in what you had to say. Usually you struggle with having conversations with new people, but you didn’t have to worry at all with this guy. He was droning on and on about whatever thing he had going on at work, while you swirled your drink around with your straw before he interrupted your daze.

“You know, your friend had said you were shy, but I didn’t think that meant boring,” he said with an even tone, as if that was a completely normal thing to say to someone. That made you shoot your eyes up to him and furrow your brows.

The audacity of this man.

You mentally dropped your jaw before sitting up straight, “Well, I guess my friend is a liar because she said you’d be a nice guy, and so far this date has been nothing but horrible.”

Sure, you’re shy, but you also don’t let people walk all over you.

“That’s rich coming from you, sweetheart,” he scoffed.

“What exactly is that supposed to mean?” you angrily questioned.

“It means that here I am buying you drinks and wasting my breath on you, and you can barely hold a conversation. I can see why you don’t have a partner, you’re not interesting,” he rolled his eyes, clearly irritated. You were about to start your line of insults before you felt a hand brush against your lower back.

“Everything okay here?” came a low voice behind you. You didn’t have to turn to know it was Echo.

“Yeah man, everything is fine,” replied your date who was shooting daggers at you.

“Really, it doesn’t seem like it,” Echo pushed back.

“Listen man, this ain’t your business, so I suggest you go back to that dark corner you came from.”

You looked back at Echo who had his jaw clenched and whose hand never left you. He finally looked down at you, raising one eyebrow in a silent question. You shook your head at him before you turned your head back to your date.

“I think we can both agree that this is not going to work out, so I think it’s time for me to leave,” you said calmly, trying to diffuse the situation.

You date scoffs at you, “What? You’re going to spend the rest of the night with him over me? I could at least give you a good fucking. It’ll make up for the money I wasted on you tonight.”

You felt your anger shoot to levels you didn’t know were possible for yourself, but before you could even say anything, Echo’s fist went flying at the man. The man fell out of his seat and laid there, unmoving, for a few seconds. You stared wide eyed at the scene in front of you, holding your breath. You released it when you finally saw the man move and let out a groan.

You weren’t even thinking when you grabbed Echo’s arm and quickly dragged him out of the bar, and you didn’t let go of him until you made it back to the Marauder. 

“Sit,” you quietly demanded, and Echo did not argue. You quickly sent Hunter a message letting him know what had happened and where you and Echo were. You, then, gathered supplies and rushed back to Echo. You took his large hand in both of yours and examined his knuckles. They were starting to bruise and there was only one small cut, but it still made your stomach twist. You quietly started cleaning his knuckles, doing what little you could for them, which is how you got to the conversation you’re currently having with him.

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It makes you feel awful that he thought you didn’t care about him, especially after everything he has done for you. 

You stayed quiet for a few moments, finishing wrapping his hand. Once you did, you didn’t let his hand go, but he didn’t try to pull it back either.

“Echo, I have something to tell you,” you say softly, not daring to look up at him, but you could see him turn his head towards you in your peripheral vision. You’re sitting next to him in another chair, your legs just barely touching. He doesn’t say anything, so you continue with a shaky breath, “I do care about you. I care about you a lot actually… more than what’s appropriate for teammates.”

You spare a glance over at him, and you feel your breath catch in your throat when you look into his eyes. They’re always so warm, but right now they look… disbelieving. Somehow you manage to keep your eyes on him though.

“I think my actions were mistranslated. I think it’s pretty obvious that I’m not the best at talking to you,” you grimace. His lips pull into a tight line before he releases a deep breath of his own, confirming your suspicions.

“I have a hard time talking to you because I like you,” you rush out. Maker, you’re going to throw up. The shock on his face nor the silence that follows helps, so you look down and start to ramble because you don’t know what else to do.

“I’ve always been a shy person, so talking to someone new or who isn’t close to me is not the easiest thing in the world. I also have trouble with talking to people who I like, and that’s you. I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. It doesn’t help either that my brain stops working whenever you’re near. You’re so kind and brave and everything I want in a man, but I knew I didn’t have a chance with you. I tried to push my feelings aside, but it doesn’t help either that you’re so handsome. Maker, I lose all my words when you look at me. You’re just so… so perfect and I’m just me-”

You hear your name being said but you’re rambling continues, “-and I’m so sorry if all this makes you uncomfortable-”

Your name is said again a bit louder this time, but your brain is still running a million parsecs a minute, “-I understand if you don’t want to work with me. I can have myself transferred or-”

You're finally broken out of your verbose confession when your name is shouted, which startles you back to Echo’s gaze. He doesn’t have that shocked look on his face, it’s more confused now.

“You like me?” he asks simply. You feel your cheeks burn up before you slowly nod.

“But you went out on that date tonight?” he asks with his brows furrowed. 

“Well, it wasn’t really my choice. My friend set it up, and I thought I might as well give it a try, since I didn’t have a chance with you,” you nervously explain.

“Who told you that you didn’t have a chance with me?” he asks frustratedly.

“I mean, no one. But like I said earlier, Echo, you’re just too good for me,” you mutter.

A few seconds go by, Echo seems to be taking all this in. You shift in your seat, waiting for the inevitable rejection. You feel your heart stop at the small laugh Echo lets out, and a wave of horror washes over you. You try to pull your hand away that was still holding his, but Echo quickly grabs yours before you can go too far.

“Sorry, I’m not laughing at you,” he says with a small smile on his face.

“I was laughing because it’s hilarious you think I’m too good for you. I’ve always thought you were too good for me, and I thought you ignoring me was just signs of disgust,” he quietly explains as his smile fades. Your heart clenches at his words.

“Echo, why would I ever be disgusted?” you ask at the same volume as him.

“Isn’t it obvious? You’ve definitely noticed how I look,” he shrugs as he looks down.

“Echo…” you murmur, reaching your hand out and touching his cheek. You guide his gaze back to yours, but you don’t drop your hand.

“Of course, I’ve seen you, and I still think you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. Did you not hear the part where I told you that my brain literally blanks when I look at your gorgeous face,” you laugh lightly, trying to ease the tension in your chest. 

Echo scoffs, which makes you ask, “Have I ever lied to you?”

He shakes his head.

“Exactly. I have never and will never. I understand if you don’t feel the same, but nothing I said was a lie,” you say as you start retracting your hand. Echo, however, rests his scomp behind your elbow, indicating you to stay. 

You both sit in silence for a moment before Echo asks, “So, if I asked you out on a date, then you would say yes?”

That familiar feeling of your brain crashing again occurs, but this is the first time you’re able to find words, even if it is just a breathless ‘yes’. The wide smile that appears on Echo’s face makes your stomach flutter. He really is so gorgeous.

“Alright… well would you want to go on a date with me tomorrow?” he asks, and even though you just told him you would if he asked, you can still hear the nerves in his voice.

“Of course,” you let out a small giggle, which makes him let out a small chuckle of his own. You both stare at each other with giddy expressions, as Echo’s fingers rub over your knuckles.

“Could I kiss you?” he asks so quietly, you almost miss it. You don’t trust your voice, so you give a quick nod. He brings his scomp up your cheek to steady you. His eyes never leave yours as he slowly leans in, and when he reaches to where your breaths are mingling, he pauses to silently ask again. However, you surprise both yourself and him by closing the small space. This kiss is soft and sweet. Echo pulls back some to gauge your reaction, but your hands reach his head to pull him back down onto your lips again.

He lets out a soft groan at your boldness, and you two get in a few more slow kisses before your comm lets out a loud beep, making you both break apart. You reach down to check it and see a message from Hunter letting you know him and the guys are on their way back. 

“They’ll be back in 10 minutes,” you tell Echo, which makes a smirk appear on his face.

He slowly trails kisses across your jaw before making his way back to your mouth. You feel his hand start to play with your hair, which makes you giggle, breaking this kiss once more.

“Echo,” you playfully whine. His smirk then changes into a soft smile.

“You know, you are so beautiful,” he whispers, which makes you divert your eyes but you force yourself to look at him again.

“You are too,” you quietly countered, and that made him scoff.

“I’m going to prove how beautiful I think you are, and you’re going to have no choice but to believe me,” you whisper with a serious tone. His eyes widen slightly and you see his throat bob at the meaning of your words, however, he quickly regains his composure.

“Can’t wait then,” he teases.

But Echo’s concern wasn’t really about your comfort in sharing a bed; it was about his cybernetics. He worried about accidentally jabbing you with one of his mechanical limbs in the middle of the night. He kept those thoughts to himself, though, letting the room fall into a companionable silence.

After a moment, you sat up and stretched. “I’m going to take a shower before bed,” you announced. “Who knows when we’ll get hot water again.”

The small bathroom was stocked with tiny bottles of body wash, and you made the most of them. Stepping under the warm spray, you lathered up, savoring the rare luxury. You let the water run through your hair and down your back, briefly closing your eyes as the stress and exhaustion of the day washed away. For a moment, you considered sitting right down on the tile and letting the water pour over you until you forgot about the relentless grind of finding work and scraping by. But you knew better than to waste the water—or the time.

Reluctantly, you shut off the shower and dried yourself off. Pulling on a pair of shorts and an oversized training shirt (which was more than likely Echo’s given the size) that you had stolen as a nightshirt months back. You ran a towel through your damp hair and stepped back into the room. Echo was still by the window, staring out with an expression that suggested his mind was miles away.

“Everything alright?” you asked softly, padding over to him. He blinked, snapping out of whatever thoughts had taken him so far away.

“Yeah, just... thinking,” he replied, his voice just as soft.

You gave him a small smile and squeezed his arm lightly. “You can think all you want, but get some rest too, okay?”

He returned your smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You too.”

With that, you both settled into bed, the quiet hum of the city outside lulling you into a sense of peace. It didn’t take long for sleep to pull you under.

Echo eventually joined you in bed, lying stiffly on his side as if unsure how to relax. Despite the unfamiliar softness of the mattress, you quickly drifted off. But the comfort was almost too much—after spending so long sleeping on hard ground or cold ship floors, it was strange to sleep somewhere so cozy.

About two hours later, you stirred awake, blinking in the dim light filtering through the window. You noticed a faint glow from the corner of your eye and turned over, slightly frowning when you saw Echo still awake, his face lit by the pale light of a datapad.

You hesitated, not wanting to disturb him. But your mouth was dry, so you carefully slipped out of bed to grab a glass of water. When you returned and snuggled back under the covers, sleep was elusive. After a few minutes of tossing and turning, you quietly asked, “Echo… you still awake?”

He shifted slightly and rolled onto his back, his eyes catching yours. “Yeah,” he admitted. “Can’t sleep either.”

You smile and switched on your bedside light, casting a small but warm glow over you and half of Echo

“What are you looking at?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you lay comfortably on your side and look up to him..

He was silent for a moment, as if debating whether to tell you. “Rex sent me some old holopics; from back when I was with the 501st.”

You propped yourself up on one elbow. “Can I see them?”

He hesitated, but then passed you the datapad. You looked down at an image showing Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo—back when Echo was…himself. But different. His features were softer, a thick head of hair, his expression more carefree, with no trace of the weight he now carried.

“You look so…” you began, but you struggled to find the right word.

“Normal,” Echo finished flatly, his tone laced with bitterness. You winced at the irritation in his voice, though you knew it wasn’t directed at you.

“No, I wasn’t going to say that,” you said gently as you handed him back the device. “You look fine.”

He sighed, eyes dropping to the scomp link on his arm. “I don’t feel fine. It’s stupid, but I used to imagine life after the war. Maybe I’d find a wife, maybe even have a family.” He shook his head, his voice tinged with regret. “But that feels impossible now.”

“Why?” you asked softly as you looked up at him, though you already knew the answer. His gaze dropped to the scomp link again, the metal gleaming faintly in the low light.

“This,” he said simply, gesturing to his cybernetics. “Who would want someone like me?”

Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice. “Echo, I think you’re handsome,” you say earnestly. When he scoffed in disbelief, you pressed on. “I’m being serious. You’ve been through so much, and you’re still here, still fighting. That’s strength, and it’s something anyone would admire. Besides,” you added with a small smile, “I always feel calm and safe around you. That’s rare.”

Echo looked at you, the skepticism in his eyes giving way to something softer, more uncertain. “You really mean that?”

“I do,” you assured him, your voice steady. “You’re more than just what’s happened to you. And one day, you’ll find someone else who sees that, too.”

Echo’s gaze softened, but there was still a shadow lingering in his eyes. “Can I tell you something?”

You nod for him to continue.

“I miss… being able to hold someone,” he confessed quietly. “To just feel close to someone like that.”

The ache you felt for him was real, but a memory stirred in your mind. “You’ve held me before,” you said softly, offering him a small smile.

His brows furrowed in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

You chuckled, recalling a specific mission. “Remember that op where I got hit hard? You carried me all the way back to the ship. I was out cold, but I woke up in your arms.”

A short laugh escaped him as he shook his head. “I guess that does count… in a way. But it’s not really the same thing.” There was a hint of amusement in his voice.

The room fell into a comfortable silence, the distant hum of the city filtering through the window. Yet, his earlier vulnerability lingered in your mind, tempting your curiosity. Before you could second-guess yourself, you blurted out a question that had been simmering at the edges of your thoughts.

“So… have you ever used your scomp… like that?”

He blinked, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”

You felt your cheeks heat up as you tried to clarify. “You know… for, um, pleasuring someone?”

Echo shifted beside you, clearing his throat awkwardly. You quickly reached for the glass of water on the bedside table and offered it to him. “Water?” you asked, trying to play off your embarrassment.

He shook his head, giving a soft, disbelieving chuckle. “No, thanks,” he murmured, but then his expression grew more serious. “And no, I haven’t. The opportunity hasn’t really come up.”

The idea intrigued you, and you couldn’t help the curiosity bubbling up. “Could you… show me what it feels like?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “On my arm, I mean.”

Echo watched you carefully, his gaze searching your face for any sign of hesitation. When he didn’t see any, he slowly raised his scomp and gently placed it against your forearm. At your nod, he activated it, letting the subtle vibrations pulse against your skin.

You gasped softly at the sensation—not painful at all, just ticklish and almost soothing. “See?” you said with a smile. “That’s not bad at all. Any lady would be lucky.”

Echo’s gaze remained fixed on you, a hint of surprise in his eyes. But the playful teasing between you shifted into somewhat deeper. A moment of soft silence lingered, charged with something new. The warmth in the room took on a different tone as you looked into each other’s eyes, both of you aware of the tension hanging in the air.

Your thoughts strayed, and you felt your body respond in a way that left you breathless. Your voice was small, almost hesitant. “You could try it out on my thighs too. If you want.”

Echo’s eyes darkened slightly as he considered your suggestion, his jaw clenching as he weighed the idea. He finally nodded and he waited for you to roll onto your back, his gaze never leaving yours as he reached out again, his scomp moving under the shared duvet and hovering just above your leg.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I think so.”

The moment the vibrations touched your skin, a shiver ran through you. The sensation was smooth, surprisingly gentle, and far more electrifying than you’d imagined. Your breathing hitched, and despite your best efforts, a quiet moan slipped past your lips. Your eyes closing and head leaning back comfortably on your pillow. “That feels nice.” You gasp.

Echo’s gaze grew more intense as he watched you react, his own expression shifting as he absorbed the effect his touch had on you. The air between you grew thicker, the boundary between curiosity and desire blurring.

You swallowed, your voice unsteady as you whispered, “Echo, if you want… you could please me, you know? I’d like that.” The words came out before you could overthink them.

Echo’s eyes darkened further, a new tension in the set of his shoulders. Slowly, he nodded, his voice a low rasp. “If that’s what you want…” His gaze flicked down, watching as you slid down your shorts beneath the covers, your legs parting slightly.

He moved closer, the mattress dipping as his focus remained entirely on you. He watched every subtle shift in your expression, his own breath growing heavier as he prepared to explore this moment with you. Whatever it was.

Echo’s hand hovered above your thigh, his scomp poised just inches from your skin. When he finally lowered it, the vibrations moved between your folds with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The sensation was like nothing you’d ever felt before—gentle but intense, the subtle pulses sending waves of warmth through your core. “That’s.. oh - fuck.” You moan, eyes intense as you lock eyes with him.

“Do you like that, beautiful?” He cooed, a faint smile on his lips as he watched you react to the compliment.

“S’good,” you whine, toes curling as his scomp presses down and vibrates against your swelling clit. Every time he adjusted the pressure, your breath hitched, the tingling pleasure building as his scomp dipped lower, gliding along your slickness.

Your body responded instinctively, hips rising to meet the movement as the blanket tangled around your legs. In the haze of growing desire, you grabbed the fabric and threw it aside, exposing yourself fully to him. The cool air brushed against your heated skin, but it was nothing compared to the thrill of letting Echo see exactly what he was doing to you.

His eyes blown wide, gaze dropping to the glistening sight between your legs. A low, needy sound escaped him, a mix between a groan and a sigh. “You have such a pretty pussy,” he rasped, his voice rough with barely contained lust as he licked his lips. The simple, honest words made you clench, a wave of need rolling through you that had your head spinning.

The vibrations increased, pressing directly against your sensitive clit, and you cried out, your voice breaking into a moan. “Oh, Echo—I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum,” you gasped, the pressure building to a dizzying peak. Every nerve in your body felt like it was on fire, the relentless rhythm of his scomp pushing you closer and closer to that edge. You grabbed harshly on his arm, holding his scomp exactly where it needed to be. “Baby, d-don’t stop.”

Echo’s gaze stayed locked on your swollen, slick flesh, his breath coming in rough pants as he watched you writhe beneath him. “Let me feel it,” he urged, his voice rough with desire. “Let me see you cum for me.”

The moment his words hit you, everything snapped. Your body arched off the bed, back curving as the pleasure surged through you in powerful waves. You cried out his name, trembling as the release tore through you, the sensation almost too much as his scomp kept pulsing against your now overstimulated clit.

He held you there, watching every twitch, every aftershock that rippled through your body. His eyes were wild, dark with hunger as he savoured the way you came undone beneath him. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, almost as if to himself, as if he couldn’t believe how perfect you looked falling apart for him.

When the vibrations finally eased and you could catch your breath, you met his gaze, still reeling from the intensity of the moment. “That was pretty damn good.” You gasp breathlessly, legs still twitching every so often.

“And you looked it, too,” he rasps and you realise how close he was to you now, his face a few inches from yours. You didn’t want this to end.

A soft giggle escapes your lips as you take his scomp in your hand, meeting his gaze with a playful glint in your eyes. Slowly, you bring the metal to your mouth, letting your tongue glide over it, tasting your own slick. The mixture of your warmth and the cool metal sends a shiver down your spine. Echo watches in stunned silence, his eyes fixed on the sight of you licking yourself off his scomp. His breath catches as he murmurs your name, almost reverent, “You don’t realise how much I wish I could feel that…”

You tilt your head, grinning mischievously. “You have another hand, don’t you?” you tease, your voice light. His eyes widen slightly at the suggestion, and after a moment of hesitation, he nods, waiting for you to give the go-ahead. You answer him with a small, encouraging smile.

His fingers are careful as they slide over your folds, still tender and sensitive from your climax. He moves gently, massaging with a touch that’s reverent and exploratory, collecting your slick on his fingers. You gasp at the contact, the mixture of pleasure and overstimulation sending jolts through you.

Without breaking eye contact, he brings his fingers to your lips, offering them to you. You eagerly take them into your mouth, sucking on them with a slow, deliberate rhythm, savouring the taste of yourself while his eyes darken even more.

But you want to return the favour—want to see him fall apart just as he did for you. As you release his fingers with a soft pop, you notice his hand shifting to palm himself through his pants. There’s a tension in his jaw, a hesitation, as if he’s too shy to ask for what he needs. You decide to take the lead.

“Echo,” you said softly, brushing a hand over his cheek. “Before we do this… can I see you?”

He blinked, a flicker of hesitation crossing his features. You could see the doubt creeping in, his usual guardedness returning. His gaze dropped as he began to mumble, “I’m not exactly—my legs, my body… I know it’s not what—”

You cut him off, gently taking his face in your hands. “No. You’re beautiful, Echo,” you insisted, your tone firm but tender. “Every part of you.”

The sincerity in your voice made his breath hitch, and after a beat, he nodded, his eyes meeting yours.

You helped him slide out of the rest of his clothes, taking in the sight of him fully bare to you. The scars, the cybernetics—everything that made him who he was. And as you gazed at him, there was no judgment, no hesitation. “You’re perfect,” you whispered, letting the words sink in as you ran your hands over his chest, tracing every line and curve. His heart hammered in his chest, and you could see the way his eyes softened, that lingering insecurity slowly melting away.

Quietly, you shift onto your knees and slowly peel off your top, letting it fall away as your breasts bounce free. His eyes widen, unable to hide the awe in his expression. “Woah,” he breathes out, his voice tinged with disbelief, as though he can’t quite process what’s happening. Your cheeks heat up as your hand caresses over his erection, thick and hard, the sight of him making your mouth water.

“Do you want me, Echo?”

He swallows hard, eyes locked on yours. “More than anything,” he rasps, voice thick with need. You position yourself over him, guiding the head of his cock between your folds, letting him feel the heat and wetness before you take him in.

With a slow, deliberate movement, you lower yourself onto him, feeling him stretch you wide open as you sink down onto his length. A moan slips from your lips at the sensation, the delicious stretch of him filling you completely. His grip on your waist tightens as he groans deeply, the sound vibrating through his chest.

The feeling of him buried deep inside you is overwhelming, almost intoxicating. The heat between you builds, your bodies starting to find a rhythm that leaves you both breathless.

Every thrust, every slide, is filled with a raw, desperate need, as if neither of you can get enough. Echo’s hand roams over your body, his touch reverent and hungry all at once, while you take him deeper with each roll of your hips. The way he looks at you—like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen—was enough to almost make yoh tumble into another quick orgasm. “Fuck,” you whisper, feeling the tension build again. “You feel so good inside me, Echo.”

He groans in response, his grip tightening as he thrusts up into you, desperate to keep that connection, to prolong the pleasure that’s surging through both of you. “Yes baby, that’s it. You're riding me so good. Take me.”

With a sudden burst of intensity, Echo flips you onto your back, his eyes wild with desire. He climbs on top of you, pressing the length of his body against yours, but there’s a flicker of uncertainty in his gaze. “Hold me,” you beg breathlessly, needing the closeness, the comfort of being wrapped in his arms as he takes you. But you see the panic flash in his eyes—he doesn’t know how, isn’t sure he can do it right.

Sensing his hesitation, you act on instinct, lifting yourself slightly and guiding his scomp beneath your back, the cool metal settling against your skin in a strange but oddly comforting embrace. “Like this,” you whisper, your voice full of reassurance as you take his free hand and hook it under your thigh, anchoring you in place.

With renewed confidence, he adjusts his grip, holding you steady as he begins to thrust into you with a deep, yet tender rhythm. Your forehead rests against his, your breaths ragged. You don’t think you’ve ever been made love to before, but you were pretty certain this is what it was like. In the midst of the frenzy, you both suddenly pause, realising that despite everything, you still haven’t kissed. The thought hangs in the air for a split second before your lips come together, the kiss charged with all the pent-up passion that had been building between you. At first it’s soft, tender before you whine for him to go faster when it becomes messy, almost frantic. Tongues tangling as you both lose yourselves in the moment.

The bed shakes beneath you, the frame creaking with each powerful stroke as he pounds into you. You can’t hold back—your voice cracks as you pant his name over and over, each plea more desperate and needy than the last. Your legs wrap tightly around him, urging him deeper, while the raw heat of his body and the delicious friction sends sparks through your every nerve.

When you pull back for air, his gaze is intense, admiration and hunger shining in his eyes. “You look so good like this,” he groans, his voice low and thick. “Do you want me to cum inside you, beautiful? Want me to stuff you full of my cum? I want to make sure you feel me inside you long after this.”

His words send you spiraling, your fingers digging into his back as you cling to him, desperate for more. The sound of his balls slapping against your slick, sweaty skin fills the room, every thrust harder and deeper than the last. The pressure builds rapidly, your body tightening around him as you feel yourself teetering on the edge.

“Echo—I’m gonna—” The words barely escape your lips before your release crashes over you like a tidal wave. Your back arches off the bed as you find yourself squirting all over him, the intensity of it leaving you trembling and gasping for breath. The slick warmth of your release covers his cock, dripping down his thighs as he continues to pound into you, chasing his own release.

His rhythm stutters, hips jerking as he reaches his peak. With a deep, guttural groan of your name, he buries himself inside you, filling you with his warmth as his cock throbs within your walls. You feel every pulse, every spurt of his cum, until he’s spent, panting heavily above you.

As he collapses into your arms, your bodies still trembling from the intensity of it all, there’s nothing but the sound of your ragged breathing and the soft, shared smiles that linger between you.

As the intensity of the moment faded, Echo’s hand found yours, fingers intertwining as you both tried to catch your breath. The warmth of his body pressed against yours brought a comforting stillness. He was still, resting his head on your chest, your hearts beating in sync as you gently stroked the back of his neck.

“You okay?” He asked softly, his voice tender and laced with a bit of concern as his thumb brushed along your knuckles.

You smiled, nodding as you looked down at him. “More than okay,” you whispered. “That was amazing.”

A shy grin tugged at his lips, a little bit of that old insecurity trying to creep in. “I never thought—I mean, I didn’t know I could make you feel that way,” he admitted quietly and you can’t help but feel your body warm up at the fact you had squirted, something that had never happened before.

“Yeah,” you giggle breathlessly, “it was definitely new to me too. But it was perfect.”

For a few minutes, neither of you spoke, just enjoying the peaceful silence that wrapped around you like a warm blanket. But you could feel the tension that still lingered in his muscles, the weight of everything he’d been carrying for so long.

“Hey,” you murmured, rubbing soothing circles on his back. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

He hesitated, then finally opened up. “What if this doesn’t last? That I’ll wake up and realise it was all a dream. It feels too good to be real, you know?”

You shifted, cupping his face with both hands so he’d look directly into your eyes. “It’s real, Echo. I’m real. We’re real. And I’m not going anywhere.” Your voice steady, full of conviction.

The way he looked at you then, with those wide, hopeful eyes, made your heart swell. “Thank you,” he whispered, “for being patient with me. For seeing me.”

You leaned in and kissed him softly, letting the tenderness of the moment speak for itself. “I see you, Echo. Every part of you. And I want it all—the good, the complicated, the messy. I’m here for all of it.”

His eyes closed as he rested his forehead against yours. “You’re more than I ever thought I could have,” he whispered, his voice so low it was almost a breath. “I don’t deserve you.”

“You do. You deserve to be happy. To be loved. And I’m going to make sure you never forget that.”

The vulnerability in his gaze softened into something warmer, more secure. “I think I’m starting to believe you.”

A quiet laugh bubbled up between you as you settled back into the pillows, arms wrapped around each other in a comfortable tangle. The tension had fully melted away, leaving behind only the gentle, reassuring warmth of being with someone who truly understood.

“I’m so lucky I have you,” he murmured sleepily, his head nestling into the crook of your neck.

“Funny, I was thinking the same thing.”

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The water in the shower was hot. Almost as hot as the feeling of his hand on your body. He kneaded your breast, rolling and pinching your stiffened bud until a longing moan stretched out of your throat. A satisfied hum resonated in your ear as he kissed your neck, teeth raking across the thin flesh. For so long you ached to have this gorgeous man explore you and it finally happened. His name was on your lips, spoken like a secret prayer, the only cure for the unrelenting torment you felt deep in your cunt from the moment you met him.

“Echooo…."

Leaning back against the wall of the tiny shower stall you spread your legs, waiting for him. He started with one finger, then a second, pushing and curling deep inside you, edging you closer to a desperately needed orgasm, but it remained elusive. Removing his fingers, he positioned himself at your entrance. A moan hitched in your throat as he finally, slowly pushed into you and you finally, at long last experienced the glorious sensation of being filled by him. How your body had ached for that moment, but there was no time to savor it, your water allotment was almost up.

Wasting no time, he pushed and pulled rapidly, grinding his hips against you as he thrust, until you were little more than a panting mess under the jets. Your clit, already swollen and sensitive, didn’t need much stimulation from his thumb before the coil wound impossibly tight. You were close, so close but release evaded you for some unknown reason. His hand grasped your breast as your hips thrust. As the water began to temper, with one final thrust and a loud, shameless moan of his name, you finally came harder than you had in months.

Opening your eyes, you cut the water and took a minute to catch your breath in the otherwise empty fresher. Your core was still throbbing as the vibrator continued to buzz in your hand. Switching it off and cleaning it in the sink, you quickly toweled yourself dry.

You picked up the device on Pantora several weeks back and thoroughly enjoyed it, however the constant proximity of the batch meant you didn’t get to use it nearly as much as you wanted. Though, whether you were using your hands or your toy the focus of your fantasy was always the same.

Echo.

Echo sighed heavily as he returned to the Marauder. He hated forgetting things, mostly because Tech never let him hear the end of it, even though he distinctly remembered hearing Tech say he would get the gear box. On the walk back, he tried your comm several times, but you didn’t answer, not that he really blamed you. If given the option, he’d ignore his brothers from time to time as well.

He opened the ramp and hurried aboard. Hearing the water running, he concluded you were in the shower, all the more reason to be quick. As he rifled through the crates in the back to find the right one, a sound from the fresher made him blush. You moaned. Flustered by the accidental intrusion, he grabbed the crate. Then you moaned again…louder.

“Echooo!”

His spine snapped straight. He was desperate to leave but his feet were rooted in place as he heard your gasping, climactic pants just on the other side of the thin durasteel door. The water cut, which sent him into a panic as he shoved the other crates back into place. Before he could escape, the fresher door slid open.

You walked around the corner, not noticing the open ramp in your post orgasmic state. In your shock at his sudden presence, you flinched and released the small bundle of your dirty under clothes in your hand. Lunging in reflex, you caught your bra and shorts, but not the vibrator that was concealing in the middle.

The silicone device hit the metal floor and bounced end over end before stopping at his feet. During the tumble, the power button was hit, which left the fluorescent purple phallus dancing around the toe of his boot. Both of you stared at it for a painfully quiet moment, save for the loud buzzing of the plastic handle on the durasteel floor.

You froze, unsure of how long he had been there. Mortification was etched across your face. Matters only got worse when he set down the crate and picked up the device. He looked it over with a measure of curiosity and found the power switch to turn it off. The silence in the room only thickened when he extended his arm to politely return it.

“Th-thanks,” you accepted the device and chucked it into your bunk as thought it was about to bite you. “Did you forget something or…”

As you watched his body language, a sense of dread sank into your stomach. He stood rigid and talked much faster than he usually did. His eyes looked all over the ship, except directly at you, save for a lingering gaze down your towel wrapped body.

Echo cleared throat, clearly just as uncomfortable, “Uh, yeah.. I forgot the supply crate. Sorry to interrupt your… privacy. I’ll get out of your hair.”

He shuffled past you, being careful to avert his eyes, nearly sprinting out of the ship. You closed the ramp and slumped against the wall humiliated. Hiding your hands on your face, your cheeks burned red. Internally you wanted to die. He heard you. He definitely heard you.

That night Echo stretched out in his bunk, relaxed but wide awake. Sleep was different for him after becoming part machine, so it left him with a lot of time to think at night. As he stared at the underside of your bunk, he thought more about what he learned that day.

In the months he’d known you, he found you more and more attractive though not just physically. You were funny, kind, and sharp-witted, but perhaps most of all, when you were around him, he felt like a complete man again. The thing that held him back was his uncertainty at your feelings for him.

Initially you approached him in a lighthearted, flirtatious way, but it caught him off guard. He found himself unsure of how to respond, in part doubting you could see him in that way. Then your behavior quickly changed and you made it clear he was your friend. It wasn’t what he wanted, but he accepted it all the same, comfortable with unrequited feelings and long nights spent listening to the sweet sounds you made in your sleep from the bunk above, wishing he could be next to you.

As he recalled the way his name sounded on her lips, his cock twitched and pushed against his body glove. Pressing his eyes closed, he tried to think of something else, anything else, but the mental images of your smile kept dominating his mind. Drawing the privacy curtain, as they all did from time to time, he freed his cock and pulled off his shirt. The cool air of the ship felt good as the heat of arousal prickled across his skin. Gripping himself firmly, he began to languidly stroke his length. In the privacy of his bunk, he indulged the fantasy of you.

You hovered over him, your soft breasts grazing his chest. Your lips caressed his gaunt cheeks before continuing down his neck and up the other side. His lips part as yours meet his, gentle and sweet. An eager hand finds your breast and thumbs pebbled peaks until moan. Slotting your legs around his hips, you slid onto his aching length, your dripping pussy already clenching around him. As you rode him, your face upturned and mouth agape, the most delightful sounds of ecstasy escaped while you reached your peak…

Echo strangled back a moan. He was close. His hand vigorously pumped, slicked with his precum as his belly tightened. Sweat dotted his forehead and his body trembled with anticipation. Hooking a rag on his scomp, he danced with the edge. Above him, he heard you sigh in your sleep. The sound made his hips buck as he clamped the rag over his pulsing cock just in time to catch the hot, white ropes of his release.

He opened his eyes and blinked several times, returning to reality. His head sank back into his pillow as a euphoric wave tingled through his body. Releasing a deep, satisfied breath, he let his softening member lay on his exposed stomach. After tucking himself away, he silently padded to the fresher, buried the used rag in the hamper, and washed.

As he returned to his bunk, he stopped at your drawn curtain. He knew you were embarrassed by his accidental intrusion and while he regretted walking in on you, knowing you still felt at least something for him caused a warm feeling to grow in his chest. A yawn tugged at his throat as he ducked back into his bunk. Maybe he’d get a decent night’s sleep after all.

You had been actively avoiding Echo for several rotations out of sheer embarrassment, which was no easy task given your cohabitation on a single ship. Mostly, you busied yourself outside the Marauder, helping Tech with maintenance and upgrades. For the most part, you were successful, but as everyone settled into the ship at night, you had to face the inevitable awkwardness of being in close quarters with him.

That night, once you thought they were all asleep, you sat up in your bunk, turned in your small lamp, and dug out a repair kit. In your desire to hide your shame by hurling your vibrator into the safety of your bunk, it broke. After setting out a small tray and the various tools you thought you’d need, you set about dismantling the device. It didn’t take long to realize the drivers you had were too big for the screws, but you knew where to find them.

Slipping silently from your bunk, you padded to the work bench and opened the driver compartment, testing tools until you found the right size. Satisfied that you could continue, you turned back to your bunk and froze. A soft glow of light shined under the curtain of Echo’s bunk, which hadn’t been there before. Swearing, you pressed forward and stood at the rack.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked quietly from behind the black fabric.

“Uh, no. You?” you replied, casually tossing the device and tool onto your bunk, but they clattered on the tray.

“Slept a while and woke up,” he pulled the curtain back enough to see you. “Are you working on something?”

“Yeah, I just needed a different driver to get started,” uou felt your face burn red.

“Want some help?”

“Uhhh, no,” your voice trembled nervously so you faked a yawn. “I’m getting tired actually, I may just try another time.”

He raised a questioning eyebrow at you with a chuckle, “Alright. Well, goodnight.”

You climbed back into your bunk. Echo heard you overhead shifting to a comfortable position as he resumed reading. His eyes flicked up to the sound of small pieces tinking quietly on the metal tray, followed by the sound of shuffling tools. As he read the next few sentences, he hears you grunt and huff in frustration.

“Dank ferrik!” you swore quietly and tried again.

Echo set his holopad aside and listened for another moment to the sounds of your struggle. “Are you sure you don’t need help?”

He heard you sigh reluctantly. “Yes, please.”

Smiling to himself, he got up and stood at your curtain. You opened it far enough for him to study the contents of your bunk. He recognized the item you dropped the other day, though it was presently in several pieces. His eyes shifted to yours as you sat, face burning red, looking everywhere but at him.

“It broke,” you sheepishly admit.

“Okay…” he replied neutrally.

“I can’t seem to find the problem. I think a wire is loose, but I can’t take it apart. And the damn thing cost me more than I care to admit and I can’t exactly run out and buy a replacement, so I’m pissed at myself for-”

“I might be able to help, if you’ll let me.”

Echo stopped your spiral with a simple hand on your arm and a gentle smile. At the warmth of his bare hand on your skin, your wide eyes finally met his. He gestured to the tray so you gathered all the pieces and tools and slid it to him.

You had stripped off the silicone shell and removed the battery, however opening the vibrating capsule was proving difficult. He picked it up and studied it for a moment, while you tried not to remind yourself your crush was handling your vibrator.

“I think I can fix it. Come on.”

Taking the tray, he sat at the workbench and flicked on the light. Reluctantly, you followed. He made quick work of opening the capsule and began inspecting it. Then he turned on the soldering gun to heat up and went to work. You sat in a thick silence, which only made you feel more self conscious. Eventually, you decided awkward conversation might be better than awkward silence.

“Thank you…for the help," you finally said.

“You’re welcome," he replied but paused. “I’m sorry I interrupted you the other day. If I’d known…you shouldn’t be embarrassed. We’ve all been there. Sometimes the only way to relax is to…”

“Take a hands on approach?” you tactfully finished, arching a brow at him.

“Yeah," he chuckled lightly, which surprisingly cut through the tension. “But being the only woman on board, I understand why you want privacy for that. Is that why you worked out your deal with Hunter to have the ship to yourself for a few hours between missions?”

“I mean, not just that, but yeah.”

“What else do you do?” he asked before he could stop himself.

“Well, since your currently repairing my sex toy, I suppose we’ve reached a new level of intimacy,” you laughed awkwardly, trying to convince yourself to answer the question. “I take care of some grooming of a more…personal nature.”

Echo’s head cocked toward you, his hand stilling on the repair. “What?”

Sighing, you decide you throw subtlety out the airlock. “I’m not sure how it works for guys, but having a full bush in a body glove is incredibly uncomfortable.”

He inhaled sharply and choked on saliva, which sent him into a coughing fit. After a minute of stifling himself into his elbow, it was his turn to blush.

“Guess I hadn’t considered that,” he quipped then also decided to throw subtlety out the airlock. “So, is this thing any good?”

Your mouth fell open slightly at the brash question. “Uh, yeah. Better than anything else I’ve had.”

“Come on, it can’t be that good," his tone was almost playful in his disbelief.

“Oh really?” you countered, leaning against the bench toward him. “That doesn’t complain about using protection, it’s never cum on my clothes, or my face or my tits without so much as a heads up, and unlike every other trooper I’ve been with, that makes sure I always finish first.”

Echo considered her answer and gave a conceding, though cringing nod, “Not all of us are like that. But don’t you miss…I dunno, the human connection?”

“Of course I do. There’s nothing like having the warmth of another person with you but…” on a whim, you decided to cast a proverbial line. “I haven’t exactly had any offers lately, so I take care of myself

“I could-” he began but stopped himself. The inescapable fear of your rejection was stronger than he could face.

The look he gave you made your heart flutter. For a moment you thought he was going to lean across the bench and kiss you. His eyes flicked to your lips, as you unconsciously wetted them, causing his brows to pull together just slightly in longing. You were certain that he was a generous lover, but as things stood, you doubted you’d ever get to find out. He swallowed hard, as evident by the noticeable dips of his Adam’s apple through the high collar of his glove and dragged his gaze back to your repair.

Falling back into silence, you watched as he skillfully soldered several wires back into place. Closing the capsule, he reconnected it to the battery. With the press of a button, it sprang to life again. The noticeable buzz it typically made had quieted to an almost silent hum. An appreciative smile crossed your face as he switched it off and fitted the silicone shell around it. For the second time in as many rotations, Echo returned your vibrator.

“All set. Might even be better than before. Let me know how it works.” He offered helpfully, but blushed in the dim light as he registered what he was suggesting.

“I’ll keep you posted.” you smiled playfully and looked at him through your lashes. “Thank you again for your help.”

“Anytime,” he replied, quickly tidying the bench to avoid eye contact.

Rising, you placed a hand in his arm, and kissed his stubbled cheek. If you didn’t know better, you thought you felt him turn his face toward yours slightly. Feeling emboldened, you shifted and ghosted a kiss against his surprisingly soft lips, lingering just long enough to see how he’d reply. Rather than learn into you, he stiffened until you pulled back, which told you all you needed to know.

“Goodnight, Echo.” you said warmly, though your eyes were downcast. “Thanks again. I hope you sleep well.”

He was conflicted as he watched you go. Part of him wanted nothing more than to follow you, join you in the confines of your bunk and see if he could make you moan his name as loudly as your vibrator. As he turned off the light at the bench and decided to go to the cockpit, he heard a hum coming from your bunk, followed by his praising name on your lips. At least he was able to make you cum, one way or another.

Blaster fire. 

It’s all around you, though that was fairly common for your dreams. You’re not sure where you are. You can’t see anything defining, nothing that would point out where you are or what you’re doing. 

“This is our only chance. We’ve got to stop him.” The voice echoes in your head. It’s coming from you. It’s your voice. 

You rush forward, grabbing a shield from the ground despite the bolts being fired at you. You rush towards the shuttle, firing at the droids in an attempt to secure it. 

“Echo look out!” 

Before the words register in your mind, before you can react you’re flying, being thrown forward by a wave of heat and energy. 

An explosion. 

The sound registers in your ears as you hit the ground. It’s dark, wherever you’ve landed. The pain begins to register as the shock wears off. Your whole body feels as if it's on fire. You can feel your pulse in your legs and arms, blood on your tongue. You can’t move. Even if you wanted to, even if you tried to call out, you can’t. 

You’re dying. 

****

You wake with a scream. Tears are gliding down your cheeks, and have been judging on the dampness of your face. You’re shaking uncontrollably, breaths coming in hyperventilating gasps. 

Your soulmate’s going to die. 

A hand lands on your shoulder, shaking you gently. “You alright?” 

You’re still hyperventilating, your brain refusing to respond. You’re soulmate’s going to die. Your soulmate’s going to die. It’s the only thing you can think of. 

“Look at me.” One of your fellow medics, Zena, kneels down on the other side of you. You like Zena. You’d consider her a friend. “I need you to breathe, otherwise you’re going to pass out.” 

She’s right. You can feel the tingling in your hands and feet and face as the carbon dioxide in your blood rapidly decreases. Zena takes a deep breath, holding it before letting it out. You try to mimic her, slowing your hyperventilating until your breathing is semi-even, broken only by the occasional sobs as you continue to cry. 

“What is it?” Zena asks, sitting on the edge of your bunk. “What’s going on?” 

“E-Echo.” You stutter out. “He’s...he’s go-gonna die!” 

A sympathetic look crosses her face. She’s one of the few that know about your soulmate, an ARC Trooper stationed with the 501st named Echo. You’ve never met, at least in person. You share a unique connection with him. Every time you sleep, you dream of what your soulmate will experience the next day. It started about eight years ago. You knew things about the GAR, about the war, long before it started. You’ve dreamed of battles that have happened since, things you shouldn’t know. Things that would get you arrested and sent to interrogation. 

It was what led you to sign up to be a medic, the hope that you might by chance run into your soulmate. Of course, you hadn’t known back then about the rules, the Kaminoans and the GAR forbidding the clones from forming links with their soulmates. The more you learned about the clones, the more angry it made you at the GAR. 

Zena squeezes your arm. “Maybe...maybe Commander Bly could help. He could alert the 501st command or something.” 

You scrub a hand over your face, smearing tears all over your skin. She’s right. Maybe...maybe things aren’t hopeless. You’re risking a lot. You’ll have to reveal your connection to Echo. If anyone finds out, he’ll be forced to reject you. By saving him, you might force yourselves apart for good. 

It would be better than losing him permanently. 

You throw the covers back, sliding your feet into your boots. “I need to find the Commander.” 

You’ve only spoken to Commander Bly once, while you patched his wound after a battle. You didn’t interact with command much outside the med bay. You were so far below their ranks. Your job was to patch wounds and keep injured troopers alive long enough to receive care. You were about to step so far out of your zone, but if it might save your soulmate’s life, then it will be worth it. 

You’re out the door of the bunks in a flash, before anyone can bring into question your course of action, before you can really question your decision. You head to the bridge, the first place you can think of as to where Commander Bly might be. 

You’re stopped at the doors before you can even get inside. “Authorized personnel only.” The trooper says. 

“I need to see Commander Bly.” You say, putting as much authority in your voice as you can. 

“He’s busy.” The trooper says. 

“It’s an emergency.” You say. “Lives are at stake.” 

The troopers at the door share a glance before one steps inside. You only get a quick glance through the doors before they’re closing again. You stand there and wait for what feels like too long, before the doors open, the trooper returning with Commander Bly in tow. 

He seems far more imposing now than he had when you’d patched his wound. You had been running high on adrenaline, patching trooper after trooper for hours after the battle ended. The adrenaline made you more brave. You could use some of that now. Right now all you have is desperation. 

Commander Bly leads you to a private room, your heart pounding in your chest. How were you going to tell him? How were you going to make him believe you? You’d have to spill, you’d have to tell him the truth and hope he believed the same as the other clones about soulmates. You’re risking so much, but if it saves even one life, perhaps it will be worth it. 

“You think someone’s in trouble?” He asks, crossing his arms over his chest. 

You nod, taking a deep breath. Your hands are still shaking, still rattled by your dream. “It’s the 501st, sir.” You push the tears away, not wanting to cry in front of your Commander. “Something’s wrong, something’s going to happen.” 

“And how do you know this?” He asks skeptically, raising an eyebrow at you. 

“My...my soulmate is with the 501st.” You say. “We share a dream connection. I-I had a dream last night. He’s going to die.” 

Commander Bly stares at you for a moment before he sighs, his shoulders drooping. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know what you want me to do.” 

“Warn them. Contact them. Something!” You say, raising your voice a bit. “There has to be something that can be done.” 

He shakes his head. “The 501st is on a campaign right now. No warning I could send is going to change what happens. We have to do our duty first.” 

Tears blur your eyes at his words. Of course it was foolish to think you could stop one clone from dying. You shouldn’t have bothered. Now you could be reported to GAR officials. 

“I’m sorry.” The Commander at least has the decency to sound sympathetic. He puts a hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently. “There’s a shuttle leaving for Coruscant in less than an hour. I’ll put in the leave request paperwork.” 

You feel defeated. That’s it, then. There’s no swooping in and saving him, no way of preventing his death. Maybe this was the way it was always supposed to be. Fate wouldn’t give you a soulmate you weren’t going to meet. 

So what does that say about you? 

You drag your feet back to the barracks, packing your things silently as the tears slide down your cheeks. You feel numb, like your body is already preparing for the inevitable pain. It was going to happen today. You don’t know exactly when. It’s almost worse. 

You find the shuttle, boarding it without a word. You squish yourself in between two crates, pulling your knees to your chest as you wait for the soul-crushing pain of your soulmate’s death to hit you. 

***

You’ve been on Coruscant for two days. You’ve fluttered in and out of sleep, tears, and a deep numbness that prevented you from doing much else besides sitting and staring out the window of your hotel. You haven’t dreamed once in the many hours you’ve spent asleep. It’s all been dark, black, a void of nothingness. 

Was this what it felt like losing a soulmate? 

No one could ever fully describe it. They said it was horribly painful, like a piece of them was dying and decaying and it left a gaping hole in its place that never fully healed. 

You certainly feel like one big gaping hole. 

There’s been no pain, no soul-shredding feeling. Just numbness and emptiness. Perhaps it’s different for everyone. Perhaps your brain had blocked it out to save you from the pain of having to feel part of your soul dying. 

On the third day they arrive. 

You had managed to drag yourself into the shower, and you answer the door with dripping hair. Two members of the Coruscant Guard stand at your door. They ask your name and you confirm it. You’ve been summoned to the GAR headquarters. 

You already know what this is about. 

They let you at least make yourself decent and put shoes on before they escort you to the speeder. You’re not under arrest, which is a good sign, but you can imagine you’re headed into an interrogation. Someone had spilled on your link, on your knowledge of things you shouldn’t have known. Was it Commander Bly? One of your fellow civilians? 

You’re not mad. 

You’re far too numb to feel anything that strong. 

You’re escorted into the building and led through the labyrinth of lifts and halls. You’re left in a room with hardly more than a table and chairs and an overhead light. You lower yourself into one of the chairs, trying to prepare yourself for your impending interrogation. You can only imagine the things you’re going to get asked about. 

You’re not sure how long you wait there in the plain, windowless room. It feels like an external representation of how you feel inside. You can’t even bring yourself to feel nervous when an Admiral joins you in the room. 

He asks your name and your station, questions you can easily answer. You know you can’t lie. Getting caught in a lie isn’t going to help you any, and besides, why would you lie now? Your soulmate’s dead. They can’t do anything about it. 

“Having highly confidential information about the GAR and its battles puts you in a precarious situation.” The Admiral says. 

“Well, you won’t have to worry about that anymore.” You say. “After all, my soulmate is dead.” 

“Yes, what a pity. The loss of clones is an unfortunate aspect of the war that the Republic has no choice but to accept.” The Admiral says, no sympathy in his tone whatsoever. “You could have been a useful asset. Perhaps if we had known, things could have gone differently.” 

Your hands ball into fists, sudden rage boiling under the surface. It’s the first thing you’ve felt in days. You know it’s not true. They wouldn’t have risked anything to save Echo. He’s just another clone to them. Another faceless body to throw in front of a blaster. 

You’re shuttled back to your hotel and left at the door like nothing had happened. You’re still burning with rage, your body clinging to the first emotion it’s been able to conjure in days. You want to flip the table in your room, destroy the bed, break a window, something. You don’t have that kind of money, though, to pay for those damages. Nor do you want to put some poor housekeeper through that. 

Instead you drop on the bed and let out a scream into the pillow. The rage begins to boil down to tears, your sobs muffled by the dampening pillow. You cry yourself to sleep, drifting back into a state of numbness. 

***

It’s cold. You can’t see anything, you can’t hear anything. All around you is cold and dark. You can’t move, you can’t feel. You’re numb. The pain is gone, replaced by nothing. Nothing but numbing blackness in the cold around you. 

No, wait. You can hear something. Something off in the distance. It’s getting louder, echoing in your mind. 

CT-1409. 

CT-1409.

***

You can still hear it when you wake. 

CT-1409. 

You blink the tears from your lashes, sitting up on the bed. It’s night, the city illuminated outside the window. You haven’t been asleep long. You’d been in the GAR headquarters longer than you thought. 

CT-1409. 

You rise from the bed, moving towards the window, looking down at the city as far as you can, until it disappears into the cloud of haze that separates the upper and lower levels. You suddenly back away from the window, all but punching the button to close the shutters. It cuts off the only light, bathing the room in complete darkness. For half a moment you expect the cold to come seeping back in. 

CT-1409. 

You need to get off Coruscant. You need to get out from under the eyes of the Republic. You need to hide. You need to disappear before they make you.  

CT-1409. 

You use your savings to purchase a ship. It’s a piece of junk, but it has hyperspace capabilities. That’s all you need. You need to find somewhere remote. After that, you’ll figure it out from there. You have little money left, but being a medic means you’ll be able to find jobs easily. You can work anywhere. Someone’s always looking to hire medics. 

You just need to disappear from the Republic. 

*** 2 Years Later ***

You’re still dreaming. 

You had dreamed of the frozen darkness most out of everything. Occasionally you’d get more. Strange noises, things spoken in a language you couldn’t understand. Occasionally you’ll see flashes, images. You can never quite make them out. 

You think it might be your brain trying to get used to dreaming its own dreams again. Or perhaps it's your brain's way of trying to make up for the loss of your soulmate. The numbness has slowly faded into the background, though it hasn’t really left. You found a remote planet to live on, one far from war. You got a job at the medical center in a small town, the job almost boring compared to the heart racing adrenaline inducing insanity of the war. 

You don’t mind. It keeps you off the radar. 

You’ve built a decent life here in two years. As decent a life as you could, at least. You still feel empty and lonely. That longing feeling for your other half hasn’t left. The fact you know you’ll never get to have him only makes it worse. 

You cry more than you’d like to admit. You understand now why people don’t last long when their soulmate dies. You’d hardly call this living. More just simply existing. 

You have considered it. You can never quite bring yourself to. There’s always something in the back of your mind holding you back. Sometimes you wish you were brave enough. 

It’s one of those nights when it happens. 

***

It’s dark and cold again. It feels different this time. Something’s happening, but you’re confused. 

Suddenly the darkness is gone, and you’re staring at what seems to be a control room. 

“We-We have to get to the shuttle to escape the Citadel.” The voice echoes in your head. “No! I’ll go first!” 

“Echo.” Another voice says. “Echo, it’s Rex. I’m here.” 

A face enters your vision. You know that face. You’ve seen it many times. “Rex? You, you came back for me?” 

“Yes.” He looks guilty. “Yes I did.” 

“What, what happened? Where am I?” Your gaze swings to look around the room.

“It’s okay, Echo.” Your gaze is drawn back to Rex. “You’re safe now. Just sit tight trooper. You’re going home.” 

***

You startle awake, tears sliding down your cheeks. You stare at the wall across from your bed in disbelief. It can’t be...but it had felt like the other dreams. 

Has he been alive this whole time? 

Had he somehow survived the explosion? It would explain the other dreams, the lack of pain at his passing. Had your suffering been simply your own creation because you thought he was dead? 

Has he been alive this whole time? 

Your dream means he’ll be getting rescued today. Hope blooms inside you that it is true, that it is really a dream of what’s going to happen. Many feelings flood you for the first time in a long time. The numbness is pushed away as emotions bubble within you. You don’t know whether to be happy or worried or sad or relieved. All you can do is cry. Again. 

Of course, you’ll have no way of knowing if it really does come true. You have no connections in the GAR anymore, and you can’t risk them finding you. You did sort of desert the army and break your contract. You know a prison cell is waiting for you if you go back. 

Fate won’t give you a soulmate you’ll never meet. 

You’re not entirely sure you trust fate. It’s put you through the wringer, but with this new development, that could change. Maybe you will find your way together after all. 

You call out of work, knowing you won’t be able to focus. You hardly leave your bed, thinking over the dream, over the fact your soulmate is alive. The longer you lay there, the faster the regrets start seeping in. What if you hadn’t left the Republic? You could have found a way to finally get to him, to finally meet him for the first time. 

There was no guarantee. 

Fate won’t give you a soulmate you’ll never meet. Perhaps it was always meant to happen this way. Perhaps it was better if it happened this way. 

***

Your dreams return to normal as the months pass. Dreams of battles continue to be the most common. You see new faces now, faces you don’t recognize in your dreams through Echo’s eyes. Things have changed for him too. 

You’ve always wondered what he saw in his dreams. Battles too, you imagined, though different ones than the ones he partook in. You wonder if he ever saw the clones you couldn’t save, his brothers suffering, you attempting to save their lives. 

Your dreams must seem very boring now. 

You wonder if he had still dreamed of you during the period of...whatever had happened to him. You wonder if he feels relief seeing how different your life is now. You wonder what he thinks of you. 

You wonder if he even wants to meet you. 

You shake those thoughts away, burying yourself in your work at the medical center. You don’t want to think about it. Rejection was still a strong possibility. Between the war and the GAR and the fact that not everyone wanted a soulmate, he could still reject you. 

You force the thoughts away, focusing on your dreams instead. Watching what he’s doing, making sure he’s not going to die again. 

Then the war ends. 

Despite the war being over, chaos still ensues in the galaxy. You don’t trust the Empire, and that distrust only continues as your dreams continue. You watch the things that happen to Echo, and his eventual desertion. You’re helpless to do much but watch the events that transpire. 

You wait patiently, biding your time as Echo and his squad try to find their place in the galaxy. It feels almost wrong to have such a front row seat to the goings on in his life despite never having met him in person before. Then again, he has a front row seat to your life as well, though your life is much more boring than his, even now. 

As the weeks pass and the disruption continues in the galaxy, your new home planet remains entirely untouched. There wasn't much special about it. No major exports, no convenient hyperspace lanes nearby, no major cities. It's a perfect place to hide. 

Echo has also found a place to hide. You begin to see a place popping up in your dreams regularly. An idea begins to form in your head as you learn about the place in your dreams. 

Ord Mantell. 

Cid's Parlor. 

You could easily find that place. Ord Mantell's not far from your current home. You could reach it in a matter of hours. All you have to do is take time off work and jump in your scrap pile of a ship. 

The idea makes you nervous. What if he doesn't want to meet you? What if he rejects you? Years. Years you've been waiting for this. You spent years thinking he was dead. Now he's within reach and...you're scared. 

You dream of yourself that night. 

You've already made up your mind, or fate has made it for you. 

You're halfway to Ord Mantell before the sun rises on your home planet. 

***

Cid's Parlor is a rather seedy place. You've been in worse, but you suppose for a front it's perfect. You take the stairs slowly, trying to remember to breathe. This is the moment. Two years ago you would have been running in and throwing your arms around him. 

It's been a long two years. 

You enter the bar, the inside not any better than the outside. There's a weequay and an ithorian at a dejarik table, and then the five at the bar. You recognize them from your dreams. Well, you recognize four of them. 

You've never actually seen Echo. You were always seeing from his perspective. You always assumed he'd look like the other clones, but then you'd seen the new group he was with and realized maybe they don't all look alike. 

You can pick him out in the group by process of elimination. You recognize the other three, having seen them at various points, and then of course there's the girl. You take a long look at Echo, tears gathering in your eyes. 

You're so close. So close. 

"Echo?" You ask, the bar seeming to go quiet as soon as you say it. 

Everyone turns to look at you, brows furrowed in confusion. Echo steps back from the bar, staring at you. He's paler than the others, his face sunken and gaunt. There's a headset wrapped around his head, and you notice the cybernetic right arm. 

The furrow of his brows lift into shock, his eyes widening as he stares at you. He whispers your name, almost too quiet for you to hear. 

You're moving before you realize it, your arms wrapping around him. He's solid and warm and his plastoid chest plate digs into your skin, but you don't care. He's real. 

His arms wrap around your shoulders, holding you against him. 

"I-I didn't think..." You sniffle, a tear sliding down your cheek. "Two years! I thought you were dead."

He lets out a chuckle, his hand sliding down your back. "Yeah. Everyone thought I was." 

You pull away as a throat clears beside you. Your cheeks warm a bit. You'd completely forgotten the others. 

"Echo...care to explain?" The one with the bandana, Hunter you think, asks. 

Echo slips his arm back around you, holding you against his side. "Everyone, I'd like you to meet my soulmate."

The guarded look on Hunter's face lessens just a bit. You hadn't expected to be welcomed with open arms and trusted immediately. Not after the things you've seen. 

You get introduced to everyone, and you find yourself sitting at the bar, telling Echo all about yourself. Where you came from, how you joined the GAR, why you left, where you wound up. He knew a lot already. He'd dreamed of you occasionally during the two years you'd thought he was dead. He hadn't really understood what was happening during that time though. To be fair, you hadn't either. 

You talk a bit about them, filling in some gaps in your understanding of what was happening to them. 

"We need somewhere to lay low for a while." Hunter says. 

"Well, I just happen to know the perfect place." You say. "It kept me hidden from the Republic and there hasn't been even a glance from the Empire so far."

"It's out of the way of most hyperspace lanes." Tech says, typing away at his datapad. "No major cities or ports. Mostly self-sufficient. Nothing anyone would be interested in." 

You shrug. "It's not much, but it is safe." 

***

"We're going in that?" Echo asks as you stand next to your ship docked at the port. 

"Hey, don't hate on Bertha." You pat the side of the ship, something clanging inside. "She helped me escape the Republic."

You lower the ramp, having to fiddle with it as it sticks for a moment. Echo gives you an incredulous look but you wave him in. She may be a bit temperamental, but your ship has a special place in your heart. 

"Tech will have a heyday with this one if you let him get his hands on it." Echo says, taking the copilot's seat. 

"Well, he's more than welcome if he gets bored." You say, firing up the engine. "Can't make her any worse." You grin at him, giving the control panel a solid smack to stop it from rattling. 

Echo doesn't relax until you're in hyperspace. You don't take it personally. You had been a little nervous flying the first time but though she was prone to rattling, Bertha flew perfectly fine. 

You turn to look at Echo as the blue of hyperspace surrounds you. You reach out, pressing your hand to his cheek. His skin isn't as warm as you'd expect, your brow furrowing a little. 

His hand lifts, resting against yours. Your thumb strokes his cheek, reminding yourself that he's real. He's right here with you finally. 

"Echo...what happened to you?" You ask. 

And he tells you. You spend the entire trip listening to his story. He starts at the beginning, explaining things you knew and many you didn't. You listen to it all. The good, the bad, the heartbreaking. 

You cry for him a few times. Cry for the pain and the misery and the torture he's faced. He wipes your tears, dampening his glove but he doesn't seem to care. 

You talk almost the entire flight, catching up on years of missed time. Echo only slightly clings to the seat as Bertha drops from hyperspace and you begin the hour flight to your home planet. It's slow going, Bertha not exactly made for speed. 

The others are already there when you land, by no surprise. Though your home was small, you could offer them a roof over their head until they found something more permanent. 

If they decided to stay here. 

You try not to think about that too much. 

"Glad you made it." Hunter says, eyeing Bertha as you and Echo step off the ramp. 

"Not you too." You make a face. "She flies just fine, she's just got creaky joints."

You can already see the wheels turning in Tech's head as he eyes Bertha. You lead them inside, showing them your small house. You only have one spare room and a couch but they assure you they can just sleep on the ship. You feel bad, but then again you hadn't really been expecting this when you ran from the Republic. 

You hadn't expected a lot to happen. 

You make dinner, probably the first home cooked meal they've had in a long time, or possibly ever. Echo hovers in the kitchen but you don't mind. You like having him close after all this time. You're still a little afraid you'll turn around and find he's gone. Like he's been a figment of your imagination this whole time. 

They leave you and Echo the house for the night, and you can tell by the look on Hunter's face it's deliberate. You hadn't really considered that but you knew anything could happen after you meet your soulmate.

You find Echo in your room after you finish cleaning up. He's standing next to the bed, tracing the carving on the wall. 

CT-1409 

You'd carved it after hearing it again in your dream. You'd been half dazed, repeating the number over and over in your head. 

He turns to look at you, fingers resting in the center of the 9. Your cheeks warm a bit, not having thought about that. You just have his designation number carved in your wall. You might as well have his name there. 

"I did that after I heard it in a dream." You say, approaching the bed. "I couldn't get it out of my head." You crawl onto the bed, kneeling next to him. "I put it there because it felt like in a way you were still with me, though I know now you never left." 

He drops his hand, turning to face you. He looks a little guilty. "I'm sorry for putting you through that."

"Don't apologize for something you couldn't control." You say, putting your hand on his scomp arm. "You're here now. That's what matters." 

He glances down at your hand before looking back up at your face, those big brown eyes shining in the orange light of sunset shining in through your window. 

"I made a promise once." He says, staring at you. "To someone very close to me. We promised each other that after the war ended, we'd find our soulmates and settle down somewhere. Get married and have families. Grow old together far away from everything else."

You smile softly at him, gently guiding him to sit on your bed with you. "Well, I'd be more than happy to help you keep your part of the promise."

You sit with him, talking late into the night. There's no rush now. You have all the time in the world. 

***1 Year Later***

"Just a pinch of this." You say, blindly holding out the jar of spice. 

It's taken from your hand and set on the counter, your ears picking up the small clink of metal on tile. Hands grip your waist from behind as you stand on your toes to reach the second shelf of the cupboard. 

"You know I can reach those easily." Echo murmurs in your ear. 

You grin at him over your shoulder. "I know. I also know you love looking at my ass."

He practically purrs, hands sliding lower. "I do love your ass."

You press back into his hands, one flesh, the other cybernetic. He'd ditched the scomp a few months ago now that he's retired to a boring civilian life. 

"We don't have a lot of time before they get here." You say, straightening up to try and slip out from where he has you pinned to the counter.

He presses against you harder, hands moving to trap you between him and the counter. "They can wait for dinner." He breathes into your ear, pressing his half-hard cock against your ass. "I want dessert first."

You bite your lip, letting out a strangled moan as he grinds against you. "At least turn the burner off." You breathe. 

Echo presses a kiss to your neck before he pulls away, reaching back to shut off the stove. You turn in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck as he turns back to you. 

He pins you against the counter once more, molding his lips against yours as his hands trail back down your sides. You deepen the kiss, pulling him even closer. You can feel him, fully hard against your stomach now. 

His hands grip your waist, easily lifting you onto the counter. One of your hands slides up to tangle in the curls that have regrown over the last few months. He groans quietly against your lips, hands parting your thighs for him. 

He steps between your legs, your skirt riding up around your waist, revealing your panties underneath. His fingers rub the damp fabric, teasing you before he tugs them aside, meeting your flesh. 

You moan into his mouth, pressing your hips into his hand as he circles your clit. You're already worked up just from kissing him, the familiar heat igniting under your skin from his touch. 

"Kriff." You breathe against his lips, grinding against his hand. "Make me feel so good."

He hums contently against your lips. "Good. You deserve to feel good." 

You slip a hand down his front, palming him through his pants. "I'd feel better with you inside me, though.".

He grins, pressing one more steamy kiss against your lips. "Yes, ma'am."

You shriek as he tugs you right to the edge of the counter, holding you steady with one hand while the other pulls his cock from his pants. 

You wrap your arms back around his neck as he presses close between your legs, teasing your slit with the head of his cock. You moan quietly, playing with the ends of his hair as he slowly presses into you. 

He groans, pressing his face into your neck as he slides into your warm passage, your body wet and ready for him. 

It never gets old, the feeling being so connected to him invokes. Your very soul seems to hum with pleasure from being so close, so connected. You wrap your legs around him, holding him as close as you can as he settles inside you. 

He presses a soft kiss to your lips as you sit in the moment for just a second, savoring the feeling before he begins moving. His thrusts are slow yet deliberate. They reach deep into you, the tip of his cock brushing that spot inside you over and over. 

You won't last long, you know it as your legs begin to tremble around him. You moan against his lips, hands fisting his shirt as he picks up the pace just a little. 

You whine as you cum around him, milking his own orgasm from his body. He moans into your neck, holding you tightly as he spills into you. 

You stay still, just breathing and feeling each other for a few moments. Your hands gently massage his neck and his shoulders, easing the ache you know he feels from his cybernetics sometimes. 

He presses gentle kisses to your neck, not enough to leave marks but still enough to pull quiet sounds from your lips.  

He kisses a trail up your jaw to your lips, both of you pausing at the knock on the door. 

"Hunter's gonna know." You murmur against his lips. 

"He probably already does." Echo says, kissing you once more. "Probably heard us halfway down the street."

Your cheeks warm as he pulls away from you, fixing his clothes before helping you look presentable as well. You turn on the stove once more before pulling out the disinfectant spray. 

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You are alone with Echo. It's a beautiful day, the sun is shining, but it's not too warm. Pleasant conditions for working on the outer hull of the Marauder. It's nice to be alone with Echo, you can talk to him, his attention is only on you and the work you're doing together. It's not often that you're alone together, and every time you do, you promise yourself to talk to him about how you feel about him. But every time you back out and don't tell him. He is always attentive to you, polite, a gentleman, he is anything but dismissive, and yet you are very nervous every time. Today, however, you are determined to confess your feelings to Echo, you just don't really know how. You decide to try dipping your toes in the water first. It seems like a good idea to test what he thinks. A tentative, “Hey Echo,” escapes your lips. He smiles.

“Yeah?” You think for a moment about how you should phrase the sentence before you speak. You want to say the right thing and get an answer from him that you can do something with. “Have you ever thought about looking for a partner? You know, now that we live on Pabuu and all.” Echo raises his eyebrows in surprise and pauses in his work. His eyes wander back and forth thoughtfully for a moment, then his brows draw together critically, and you watch him carefully, feeling the nervousness creeping up inside you again. “No, I haven't really thought about it, not seriously anyway. I spend most of my time working with Rex, with the rebellion. I haven't really retired like the rest of the squad. There's still far too much to do out there.” A quiet, thoughtful, “Hmm,” comes over your lips. That's not exactly what you wanted to hear. Suddenly he adds, “Apart from that, I'm not exactly a great catch, finding a partner might be difficult”

To emphasize his words, he taps his scomp-link arm against one of his artificial legs. You really didn't expect that, and you didn't want to hear it from him. You actually want to talk back and tell him how adorable he is and that anyone would be lucky to have him by their side, but you don't really dare, not yet. You blink, a little nervously. The feeling of heaviness settles in the pit of your stomach. Somehow you had imagined the course of this conversation to be different and, slowly but surely, your courage is failing you. But you don't want to give up just yet. “You've really never thought about it? There is no one who could have awakened this thought in you in any way? Someone who could arouse your interest?” You see his jaw muscles flex, he grinds his teeth, seeming to weigh the words he wants to say. Echo sighs softly and finally says, “No, not really” Your heart sinks for a moment, but then something unexpected happens. Crosshair, who is walking by in the background, grumbles softly, “Liar”

Echo turns around, startled. Irritated, he grumbles, “Where did you come from?” Crosshair continues walking, without turning around he shrugs his shoulders and says dryly, “From the depths of space” You both watch as Crosshair disappears around a corner of a house, then your eyes meet. A nervous smile twitches at the corners of your mouth, while Echo suddenly seems to have a little more color in his face. You ask, curious as well as nervous, “Does Crosshair know something I don't?” The thought that Echo might already have a secret love affair comes to you, and the heaviness in your stomach turns into a full-blown mountain. But of course you don't want to let it show, but you still want certainty. Echo scratches the back of his neck nervously with the scomp link. “Why are you so interested in this?” he asks back, "Any particular reason?"

You shrug your shoulders uncertainly, avoid his gaze and say quietly, almost in a whisper, “Maybe I was hoping you liked me as much as I like you” You hear his footsteps coming closer and finally look at him again. “That's why you asked? Because you like me, um, romantically?” You say meekly, “Maybe” Echo smirks. “ Won't you just admit it?” You bite your lower lip as you feel the smirk infect you. You ask bolder than you feel, “What do I get in return?” Echo looks at you mischievously and takes one of your hands in his. “How about the first of many kisses?”

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You looked back up at the clock for what seemed to be the hundredth time as you filled out the remaining stacks of paperwork. All you wanted was to get home to your lover, not be stuck in your office for another 2 hours.

But sooner than later your shift was over and you were finally able to drag your self back to your apartment. On the way home you shot echo a quick message to let him know that you were on your way home, since your never really had a consistent schedule and didn't want him to be alarmed. "Hey love on i’m my way home see you in a bit" you said and he replied with a classic "ok" and you huffed a small laugh— while he wasn't the best texter, you knew behind the screen he had a big grin displayed across his face.

You made your way up the stairs of the apartment and unlocked the door, stepping into the dimly lit room from one small lamp— you got a whiff of that fresh linen scent that reminded you of home. You then carelessly tossed your bag on the floor next to where Echo's armor was neatly placed. And you sighed, making your way to the shower before doing anything else next.

Once done you wrapped the towel Echo always leaves on the counter for you around your wet body and made your way to the bedroom. There you found Echo sitting in his undersuit laying back against the white painted wooden headboard, datapad in his hand. "Hi love." he said to you with a warm smile, that gorgeous smile you loved so much. "Hi." you smiled wearily in return.

You were tired, very tired as you came to sit on the edge of the bed, making the bed sink a little. Echo noticed, "long day?" he asked as he sat down his datapad on the bedside. "yes very, had extra paper work I had to do… you?” you asked, “Eh… the usual” he sighed and shrugged. You paused and turned your head to face him, seeing his beautiful face made you forget about your day, it made it all worth it. You looked at him with soft eyes, "I missed you." you said, he smiled again, he missed you too; though he was with the bad batch most of the time, he savored the time he'd get to be with you. After awhile from the start of your relationship, you had welcomed echo into your home, he loved that about you, how hospitable you were, so much so that he now considers this as his own home.

He reached his hand out for you to come to him. You eagerly obliged as you gripped the top of your towel and scooted up the bed to sit next to him while facing him. His left hand came around your back to pull you into him so he could kiss you. He loved how soft your lips were, and he could smell your favorite lip balm that was now on his lips too.

You shifted your body up to get closer to him as the kiss grew deeper, pulling a soft moan from you. It felt like heaven when he'd kiss you, like all your problems didn't even matter in that moment with him, he seemed to always have that effect on you. But you whined when he pulled away. "I missed you too." he breathed out.

He held your face with his hand and scomp, bringing you in for another deep kiss, just to pull away again. "Let me take care of you mesh'la." he said, as he ran his thumb over your cheek.

Now how could you say no to that offer.

“Please” you said softly, kissing him on his cheek. He was always so thoughtful of you, and he always knew how to relive you of your stress. He sat up, "Now lets take this off you shall we" he said as he carefully removed the towel from around you, leaving you bare in front of him— you resisted the urge to cover yourself, but when you saw the way he admired you your doubts went away. You took the towel and tossed it to the floor with a giggle.

As you laid back on the sheets Echo climbed on top of you, holding himself up with his metal forearm. He looked over form, over every bump and curve, he loved it. "you're gorgeous, you know that?" he said, and you looked away bashfully, he never failed to make you swoon, "oh echo" you sighed as he came up to nip at the soft skin under your jaw. His left hand coming to your side to caress your waist. "I mean it cyrar'ika” he paused and in his gruff tone said “I'm gonna make you feel so good." his words alone sent heat to your core.

He slid his hand down to your thighs as he continued to nip at your neck, leaving traces of his love over you. You spread your legs for him the closer he got to your entrance and you were already wet at this point.

A warm hand cups your cunt and a calloused finger traces through your folds as he teases your clit. "Mmm, perfect." he mutters and you can feel your heartbeat grow deeper from the intimacy. Your breath hitches when two thick fingers make their way into your cunt.

He starts working inside you at an average pace. Your hand came up around his neck to ground yourself as he continued to work in and out of you.

You tilted your head, leaving more room for him as he kissed at the soft skin between your neck and shoulder. “I been thinking bout you all day cyare— you here with me.” he hummed “was thinking about you too echo— what you do to me, how you make me feel” you sighed out. It was true, throughout the day during your breaks your mind always went to him, sometimes to times like these.

He gave a light chuckle while he moved to nip at the tip of your ear, biting the lobe and kissing it to ease the sting. “yeah cyare? how do i make you feel?” the warm vibrations from his voice shot straight down to your core as you clenched around him. He smirked to himself, “you like when I call you that mesh’la?” his tone amused yet heavy. It was not a new name from him you can’t lie, but it did not fail to further arouse you “fuck yes echo” you sighed “and maker you make me feel so good” you paused opening your eyes to meet his gaze; golden brown eyes on you, filled with nothing but love and admiration. “you always do.” you finished and he groaned as his lips came crashing down onto yours.

He quickened his pace, adding a third digit into you, curving the tip of his fingers to massage the spot inside you he knows oh so well.

With is ministrations sending you into ecstasy, your hips buck when he brings his thumb up to work at your clit. "Shit echo." you pant. "That's it baby, lemme hear you." You cry out a moan, letting him hear how good he's making you feel. Your breathing grows deeper as you came closer to your release. Heat bubbled in your core and the build up gave you pure bliss.

“Echo i-” you’re cut off by the moan that escapes your lips as your orgasm washes over you. He languidly works his fingers in and out of you as your come down from your release. You pant and throw a hand up over your face.

You let out a shy chuckle “i didn’t realize how much i needed that.” you tell him. Echo now laying on his side next to you, his hand on your waist. “glad i could be of help.” he replied with a smirk. You sat up on your elbows to see his his cock hard in his pants. You cocked an eyebrow and looked at him smugly. “y’know, i remember you’ve had a long day too…” you paused to lay on your side facing him. “…maybe i could help you too.” you say as your finger traces circles on his chest. Echo hummed, “yea… i’d like that.” he said giving you the same smug look.

You layed him back with your other hand and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. You teased him for awhile before saying “would you mind if i took these off?” motioning to his shirt and pants. “be my guest.” he said. You grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it off him, following after, his pants, revealing his toned body. “you really are beautiful.” you said in admiration, now he was the one getting shy.

You looked down to see a bead of precum drip from the tip of his hard cock. He seemed to enjoy that as much as you did.

You leaned down to kiss him and you smoothed you hand over his body, tracing your hands slowly over his abs and v line. You liked the way his breath grew deeper and the wetter his cock got the closer you came to it. But soon enough you decided to stop teasing him and get to the good part.

You took your hand and began to slowly palm his cock. You watched him as he closed his eyes and sighed. He really was a pretty man you thought. As you began to stroke him you remembered something you had discovered while being with him a previous night. You leaned down to lick at his nipple and he moaned, feeling his cock twitch in your hand. You had found out some time ago that he has sensitive nipples— he didn’t tell you but now it’s almost like your little surprise for him.

You used your thumb to pay special attention to his tip, his back arching every time your swirled around it. “Mmmm mesh’la” he groaned as you continued your work. Now moving to give the other nipple attention. You loved the noises he made, it was like a symphony. At first he wasn’t one to moan but when you told him how turned on his whimpers and groans make you he didn’t hold back. 

His breaths starting growing heavier as he began to feel his orgasm build up inside him. You lifted your head up to admire the way his chest breathed deeply. “Cyare i… i’m gon-” his plea was cut off buy your lips on his. You applied more pleasure to his cock and began to stroke slower, his hips desperately chasing his release with your hand. Right then thick ropes of cum spilled out of him onto your hand as he moaned into your mouth while you kissed him.

He sighed and you could feel his body deflate. You brought your hand up to you to lick him off and he watched under heavy eyelids as you did so.

“That did…get a lot of stress off” he chuckled softly, still catching his breath. You smiled. “I’m glad” you said as you kissed his forehead. You both laid down next the each other for a little bit until he looked up at you with his beautiful golden eyes.