#clone oc banshee

"Hey Ban~ Today is day 43 of our tragic separation, you're millions of miles away, and it's not fair. So today at work..."

"Day 55 of "No Banshee hugs for me". Seriously, when are you coming home? I miss you. Anyway, my Tooka came back from the vet today- oh right, I adopted a tooka kitten yesterday, I bet you can't guess what I named him-"

"Day 97, Rai told me you miss me. I just... I wish I could hear it from you. I know, I know it's not easy, I know you don't talk, I just-- I'd do anything to have you with me, just so I could understand that you miss me..."

"Day 122... I wish you'd come home..."

I've been listening to your recordings every day since I was deployed. All 132 of them. Every single day since we left, you sent me a diary of your day, stars I can't tell you how much I needed every single one of those. Running through battle fire, hearing you laugh about what "Banbino" was doing. I can't believe you named your tooka after me.

I've thought about you every second of the days. How your hair is tossed in the morning, how you scrunch your nose at how I make Caf... don't be mad, but I still haven't learned how to make it proper. The way your voice sounds and feels when you put my hands on your throat and chest, so I can feel every way you say you love me... I've thought about being with you again since the second I turned to leave 132 days ago.

So why am I stuck behind your front door? I can't even raise my hand to knock. Can't even enter the code to your flat... it's my number, you told me that so long ago now... I've been keeping track, I know it's your day off, I know you're just right behind this damn door so why can't I open it!? Come on Banshee! Open the door! Open the damn door, they're right on the other side, just open--

I... I heard that. Did you fall? Are you hurt? No, no don't be hurt I'm so bad at medical. C'mon, karkin' door open! Remind me to fix your locks, I'll replace them, I swear. Oh fuck, the hinges too, I uh... I kicked a little too hard, I think...

"Ban...?" You're crying... why... why are you crying?

When you hold your arms out to me, I dont even take a full step forward before you recoil and cover your face with a racking sob. I don't stop moving. I can't, you need me. I get to one knee behind you and gently rub your back, but it only makes you curl in on yourself more... what can I do for you?

Carefully I sit behind you, and collect you up in my arms, your back pressed to my chest. With my helmet off, I put my head on your shoulder, "I've got you, Cyare... I'm here."

You sound like me a moment, trying to talk, trying to force words. I shush you, leaning my head on yours and swaying softly. Eventually, you turn around, and bury your face in my neck. When I hum, you start to relax in my arms, and eventually, I can't help the little chuckle in my throat. You're snoring... Stars I love you.

It's another hour before you wake up. I moved us to your bed, and had since changed into the civvies you'd gotten me. Softer clothes, I figured you'd like it more than my hard armor...

"Banshee? You're... you're really home? I'm s-sorry, I'm sorry for-- I-I was just- I was so--" your blush when I press my lips to yours, it's so warm I could feel it on my own skin.

"I... it's okay, y-you don't ha-have to expl-pl-plain." Your eyes shine at the sound of my voice... I wish I could talk better, I'd speak for you all the time. "I've g-got you, Cyare."

Ghost:

He'd show up 30 minutes early, dressed a little too nice for a movie date. He told you he was taking you to a show, and he wasn't lying, but it's not a movie like you thought. You decide to change, and you're glad you did, because when you show up to the Opera House, you can't help but laugh. "What? Thought you said you enjoyed the theater!" He laughs too, giving you a soft kiss.

He cooks for you later that night, smiling into every little kiss you give him, telling you he loves you. Somehow, even with your distractions, the food doesn't burn.

Phantom:

He shows up 15 minutes late, looking a little frazzled, but that smile of his as he pulls out flowers from behind his back, "I saw these, couldn't help myself." He tucks one behind your ear, and you do the same to him.

You take a walk in the gardens, he says everything is pretty, "but not as pretty as you", and showers you in little stolen kisses. When you show up to the restaurant, it's revealed that while he did make a reservation, there was a miscommunication. Unfortunately for the two of you, it had been for the day before. You end up eating take out back at your flat, but somehow it feels more intimate than the fancy place you were supposed to be.

Specter:

He shows up right on time, almost spooky how on time he is. It's definitely not because he arrived too early he tells you, no not at all, he didn't show up an hour early and then waited just down the street. It wasn't him you saw out your window, must have been some other white haired clone with a mohawk, no sir couldn't've been him.

You go to an art gallery, several of them in fact. He spends the day taking pictures of you, sometimes together, even though you know he hates staged photos. He puts his jacket around you when you get cold, and his scent fills your senses while his heat warms you. He takes your hand, his palm warms yours, and if he wasn't always scowling you think maybe he would be smiling. You look up, and he is smiling, smiling because he's with you. He gives you one soft kiss, and whispers in your ear, "You're the only masterpiece I've seen all day."

You end up back at your place, and after a passionate moment, you lay your head on his chest and listen to his heart, drifting off safely in his arms.

Banshee:

He's a little late, only about five minutes, not even enough for you to notice because you're still getting ready yourself. He signs how beautiful you look, bites his bottom lip, and oh just can't help himself. He gives you a tender little kiss and nuzzles your noses together.

You go dancing for a while, an off the beaten path little club with swing music and slow jazz. He can't keep his hands off you, always in contact in one way or another. Hand on the hip, your shoulder, brushing his knuckles against your cheek. You invite him back home, but instead of following you to bed, he insists on sleeping on the couch. Signs to you that he'd like to take it slow. He makes you breakfast in the morning, nothing spectacular, but it's special all the same.

Wraith:

He's early by 20 minutes, and has been going from his speeder bike to your doorstep, audibly arguing with himself about whether or not it's okay to knock on your door this early. You watch him from the window, until he's 15 minutes late, and finally goes to knock on the door. You open it before he can knock, and giggle when his face flushes a deep red. He stutters through an apology, and you shut him up with a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

You hit up a botanical garden, and you're surprised by the restraint he's showing. He hasn't stopped you in your tracks once to pull out his sketchbook and draw each and every plant and flower he sees. When you bring up his focus on you, he chuckles nervously, "I may have spent the last four days here doing just that... I- I wanted to be present for this, wanted the only flower I'm obsessed with to be you."

"Ban..." your breathing hitches, whining as you cling to Banshee's broad shoulders, feeling his big hands all over your body. Curious fingers lifting the hem of your shirt, touching your bare tummy. His sleepy eyes lock to yours, he cups your breast in one hand, rolling his thumb around your nipple, "Ban... please." His other roams lower, gliding over your panties with slight pressure. Banshee sits you down on his knee and you rut against the plastoid armor, trembling at the cold against your thighs.

You're up against his chest, you can feel his breath on your lips as he leans his head down to-- your alarm blares in your ear and you sit up with a jolt, your own hands where Banshee's hand been. "Oh for kriff's sake..."

This wasn't the first dream you'd had with Banshee being the star. Ever since you'd met him, there was a pull between you. In his silence, you'd never felt more seen or heard. Seeing him with his brothers, he was more lively than on his own, and the first time you heard him speak was to a child. One simple word, and it made you melt. "Vod'ika!" Said with such enthusiasm as he lifted the young padawan and gave her a bone crushing hug. You wondered then, for the first time, how it would feel to be in his arms.

The second time you heard him speak was after a nasty battle had rendered much of his Squad incapacitated. His ears were bleeding, eyes closed, looking almost peaceful if it hadn't of been for the injuries. There was another cut along his throat, no doubt it would become a new scar, another story.

When you removed his ear phones, he screamed in pain at a decibel so inhuman it made you cover your own ears. It frightened you. Not because of the blood, but because you'd never heard him so loud before. His eyes opened, and in a stark contrast from the scream he'd just delivered, the feather light whisper of "Help..." made you want to take care of him for as long as you could.

He hasn't spoken since then, not with words. After fending off a rather terrible pick up line from his brother, Phantom, you learned that Banshee spoke mostly in sign. You knew a bit already, so it wasn't hard to get your hands on the material and start to work on it. Banshee smiled at you when you signed to him the first time, his hands moving enthusiastically to try and carry the conversation.

You apologized, signing that you don't know many fish yet, but you are turning the speeder. His laugh, soft as velvet, made your knees knock together. He thanked you for trying, and signed to you, much slower, that you can speak to him instead. It's been months since then, and you're comfortable with doing both simultaneously now, just in case you make a mistake with your hands.

But now, with last night's fantasy running through your mind, you find your hands fidgety for very different reasons. Banshee's in a quiet room in the GAR library when you finally find him. He's seated with his back to the door, books and data pads stacked in front of him. You notice there's nothing new written or drawn on his head today, leaving it a clean slate for others to write or draw on. You once snuck a heart next to the tattooed one near his temple, and quickly drawing a flower to say that was all you had added.

You stare at Banshee's back, toying with the hem of your top, wondering if telling him your feelings is the right thing to do. You figure he can't hear you anyhow, so you start to speak...

“I had this dream and - kriff - you couldn’t keep your hands off me," when he doesn't turn around, you keep going, "We were in my flat, I'd just gotten home, and you were there. You kissed my neck, and started feeling me up..." still without response from Banshee, you continue, "You played with my breasts, rolling your thumb over my nipple as you put me over your knee... I wish you'd touch me like that, I wish we could be more than just... whatever this is. But I'm too anxious to even say it to your face so you can read my lips, so that's for nothing, I guess."

You're about to high tail and leave when he straightens up from his seated position. There's the flutter of a page, then the soft thud of a book being closed. Banshee turns around in his chair, a sleepy eyed smirk on his face. Blush blooms across your face as his hands move.

I can hear you.

"Oh kriff..."

That quiet chuckle makes you weak in the knees, and you feel yourself braced against the door for support as he stands and walks closer to you. It's hard to take your eyes off his face, but his hands are moving again, and you look down to watch him speak.

Do you want me to touch you like that now?

"N-now?" Granted, you were in a private room, but that boldness wasn't something you expected from Banshee who always seemed to keep to himself. You nod, biting your lip and looking at his hands... he was even in his armor, just like in your dreams.

Banshee chuckles again, sinking you further down the door. He catches you before you hit the floor and helps guide you to the chair he'd been in moments before. Kneeling in front of you, Banshee cups your cheek before pulling back to sign.

Maybe you're not ready for this right now. This is a library, can you keep quiet?

You bite your lip, squeezing your thighs together. Kriff, he's serious about this... with another nod, you scoot to the edge of the chair, "I'll be quiet, I promise."

He smirks, then handles you with his large hands, having you rise only to place you back on his knee. Your skirt flairs over his thigh, and you feel the cool plastoid against your bare skin. You know you're wet already, but hearing yourself squish against his armor makes you shudder and hold his arm for support. Banshee sighs softly, looking down at you with a dreamlike look on his face. He uses one hand to sign, you know this one, and you giggle as his hand goes over his face to collect under his chin.

Pretty.

You rut against him, blush spreading across your cheeks and shoulders further. Banshee's hands start to work you, thumbs pressing into your hips and pulling a light moan from your lips. Goosebumps cover your skin, and you feel your nipples hardening against your top. Banshee moves one hand up from your waist to knead your breast. His gloved hand rolls your pebbled nipple between his index and thumb, and you stifle a cry of pleasure. It was much more, being in his hands, than you thought it would be.

"Shhh," a soft hush hisses from his lips before they close on your neck. You gasp and roll your hips into him, a hand rubbing across his short hair. Your thighs clenched around his again, "Ban, please keep going..."

He sucks a dark hickey into your skin while his hands continue to explore your body. He squeezes your ass in one hand, the other still toying with your breast as his mouth leaved marks across your neck. You pull your shirt off yourself, and immediately his mouth moves to your other breast. You moan again, feeling your slick arousal down your thighs, knowing your panties as soaked through. Your voice comes in a desperate whisper, heart thudding in your chest as you grind on his leg, "Ban, please, more... I need more..."

His eyes meet yours, and you feel yourself throb for him. He ghosts his lips across yours, not quite a kiss, more to share in your breathing. The hand on your ass slinks further down and you feel his thick fingers press against your entrance. As a cry threatens to come, Banshee collects your lips in a kiss to silence you.

His tongue slides across your bottom lip, and you invite him in, deepening the kiss as fingers rub your entrance with delicious pressure. You try to press his fingers into you, angling backward and rolling your hips, but Banshee doesn't want to give you what you want just yet. His breathy laugh warms the skin of your neck as his hand slips away from your entrance. You whine slightly, "Tease, not fair..."

As you pout, continuing to rock yourself on his thigh, he signs to you again.

Says the woman who gave her desires to my back.

His grin is was even more teasing than his hand had been.

Get up. Lean over the table.

You swallow thickly and do as you're told. You flip your skirt up, exposing your backside to him and swaying slightly. After he takes off his gloves, he grabs you again, fingers running through your folds, spreading slick through them. You cover your mouth when he stays playing with your clit, legs trembling already. "Ban..."

You heard the clatter of plastoid on the floor behind you, but not how you had expected. Banshee had gotten under the table, his face close to your folds. You can feel his breath on your slick thighs, and as two fingers begin to stroke and tease your entrance again, his mouth is upon you.

You bite down on your bottom lip as he takes long flat tongued licks through your wet folds, slow and deliberate. Savoring your taste. You could hear the satisfaction in the quiet hum that rumbled through your clit as he sucked at you. It took a lot of control to keep from getting too loud, but you'd had a little practice in not being heard. Stifling yourself, just as you are now, when the thoughts of Banshee overwhelmed you and you had to touch yourself before you could make it home.

You're snapped back as new pleasure burns through you. The slow play at your clit finally being accompanied by two thick fingers stretching your entrance. Your voice rises just a bit, but you slap a hand over your mouth before he can pull away to make you quiet down. It works, for now, a brief pause in his work, but Banshee doesn't leave you wanting for long. His fingers course in and out of your warm walls, you clench around them rocking yourself into his mouth and hand.

His other hand has been absent from you, and you wonder if he's stroking himself while pleasing you... you decide the thought isn't enough. "Banshee... I-- ah-- I want you..."

"Hm?" His hum vibrates your clit and you gasp again. You know he heard you, and that he's trying to tease you. Clever man he is.

"I want you, please, f-fill me up and--" you grip the edge of the table, a silent cry coming from you as Banshee pushes his fingers deeper inside. You feel your own slick dripping down your thighs at the sudden depth of his hand.

You lay your head on the table, feeling his pace quicken inside you, his mouth on your clit near torturous how he swirled it around his tongue, sucking and flicking as his fingers pumped in and out of you. As quiet as you had managed to be, Banshee still got a scream from you as you came around his fingers.

Banshee moves swiftly, turning you around to face him as he leans over you on the table. His armor hadn't been removed, much to your dismay and fantasy. In his hand, fingers still so deep within, you pant and clench around him again. He kisses you, and you taste yourself on his tongue, sweet and tangy. When Banshee slowly slides his hand from you, he parts his lips from yours with a smile, allowing you the moan at full volume.

You watch him, waiting for him to sign to you, trying to catch your breath as you come down from your climax. Banshee holds your gaze as he licks his hand clean of your slick, then pulls his gloves back on.

Next time.

You swallow thick as he helps you back into your top, hands ghosting your body. You pull him to you for a kiss, lingering on his lips, "Next time what?"

That velvet laugh of his, kriff you swear you could go again this second if he'd let you. He guides your hand up to his face, kissing your palm before setting it against his cheek. Banshee leans close to you, whispering in your ear, "I'll give you all of me, but not now."

You feel yourself tighten at the thought, a moan and shiver escaping you, "Banshee..."

He's off you again, retrieving your panties and then kneeling before you to help you back into them. Just to tease you, he licks your thigh with a cocky smirk, then stands.

- Jedi General Dax'Malkin Valka and his Padawan, Athena Bello

Grave Squad of the 404th, the boys you all know and love!

- CC-1313, Ghost

- ARC-1404, Phantom

- ARC-1551 Specter

- COS-1666 Banshee

- CM-1789 Wraith

Introducing: THE COLD COMMAND

- CC-1312, Stone Cold (introduced in the NYE event)

- CC-1300 Zeros

- CC 1330 Shiver

- CC 1328 Frost

- CC 1332 Winter

Stone is General Ops, Marshall Commander of All the 404th

Shiver is in charge of their ARC troops and other stealth ops (he trained Phantom and Specter)

Zeros is medical, he's the chief of medicine, and the oldest clone in the 404th.

Frost is ground troops and tactics.

Winter is explosives and demolition

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