#disabled clone

“What was that?!” Sharp pulled you into a closet on the Venator taking you both back to Coruscant.

You cocked your head to the side and retorted with a, “It is my job to make sure supplies get to you and your men and every soldier in this war so you can do your job.”

“That doesn’t mean running into the middle of battle,” he answered with fire in his eyes.

“It does when multiple men suddenly have jammed blasters. I got the comm they needed help and I’m not going to let them down… or you.”

Sharp took a deep breath, his eyes searching yours. It had seemed like a simple mission with little risk, but no one was prepared for an ambush that large. Everyone left with their lives, but it was close. As soon as you jumped forward with replacement blasters for the men, Sharp was drawn closer to you, providing serious cover fire. Now he didn’t want to think of what would happen if he lost you.

“This is why I never wanted to get close to a civilian contractor,” he said, shaking his head with a grin. “But you. You swooped in and I don’t know what I’d do without you. Just… be careful.”

“I am,” you said with a smile. 

Sharp pulled you close and brought his lips to yours as he wrapped his arms around your waist and drew you as close as he could. You both couldn’t wait to get home to the point that Sharp wrote his reports on the flight home, turned them in, and by the time you landed on Triple Zero, you walked home hand-in-hand.

You were greeted by the familiar smell of your apartment as you walked through the door. You didn’t waste any time, starting a load of laundry on your way to the bedroom and couldn’t stop yourself from taking in a whiff of the clean sheets. Sharp was in the habit of making the bed with fresh sheets before traveling for any length of time so that when you came home everything felt a little bit more at home and there was less to do. 

He loved having a place to go other than the barracks and it helped to have a place to rest up after he survived the explosion on Khorm. It was by far more comfortable than the infirmary. At first he didn’t want to be an imposition, but you insisted that if you were going to be in a relationship, he was welcome here with you. In fact, you preferred it that way. He was mostly healed from the explosion at this point; at least physically. He would always have a bit of a limp and the cybernetic leg was taking some getting used to. 

You watched him take off his armor and nodded toward the shower. He joined you and you both sighed at the feeling of all the dirt and sweat washing away. You may have been committed to each other and often on the field together, but you tried your best to keep it professional around the men. Now in the sanctum of your home, slow kisses followed wandering hands. Despite the adrenaline crash after the mission, a second wave of energy shot through each of you. You traced patterns on Sharp’s back while he rubbed your shoulders and kissed your neck. There wasn’t a rush, but a longing. Simply a desire to reconnect.

Hanging up the towels and walking back to the bedroom, he stopped you from putting on clothes. Instead, he sat on the bed, took off his cybernetic leg, and looked at you hungrily. You grinned, taking him all in and admiring his form. His body ached for more and the feeling was mutual. Straddling his lap, you kissed him and felt warmth in your heart at his embrace.

“And now you’re all mine,” he said, rolling you both over.

You pulled a bottle of lube out of the side table and added a healthy amount to his cock while he left light nibbles around your neck and collarbones. He groaned at the sensation of you swirling his tip with your thumb each time you gave him a pump. He made sure you were comfortably slick and his hand started working you over. You couldn’t stop the moan escaping your lips. Soft sheets hugged your back and Sharp hovered over you, pleased with the effect his handiwork had on you. He nuzzled his face against your cheek - a softness he shared only with you - reached around to give your ass a little squeeze, and started thrusting against you. 

He couldn’t stop himself from moving faster as he chased his desire for you. You were both lost in the moment until he felt a shooting pain down what was left of his leg and pulled away before a cramp could set in.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” you asked.

“My leg,” he said, looking down at the spot where his limb would have been. “It’s not cooperating. Maybe we switch.”

You nodded. Sharp laid down and took a few deep breaths. 

“How do you want me?” You asked.

“Just do what feels good,” he answered.

You massaged his hips and his thigh just above his amputation, making sure he was comfortable before kiss lips and getting on top of him. Your bodies had barely calmed and your breathing quickened again as you thrust yourself against his cock, feeling the head twitch against your belly. You angled yourself perfectly, driving him crazy and yourself in the process. As a wave of pleasure overcame you and you reached your high, Sharp gripped your legs and took in the sight of you finding your pleasure. It was enough to be his undoing and he came on his stomach with a deep moan. You let out a sigh as you watched. He was wonderful. He pulled you toward him and rubbed your back as you laid your head against his chest. Your breathing started to slow and you silently took in the moment. You were home. You were his and he was yours. 

“Shower again?” he suggested.

You nodded. It was good to be home.