Immaterial (2/2)
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Dear reader, if this were anyone other than Rex, sheβd have a better sense of what to do. Rex is old-fashioned, a stickler for propriety. He stays on his side of the couch, respectfully averting his eyes every time Ahsoka strategically stretches, allowing her sweater to ride up and reveal an expanse of midriff. She's been on the receiving end of more than one scandalized eyebrow raise when she goes out in something that even shows a hint of thigh. But that Rex is nowhere to be found tonight. In the moments since she's gotten home, he hasn't stopped touching her. The spin. the almost kiss. His hand underneath her chin tipping her face towards his. His thumb stroking the side of her jaw. Then again, Rex comes from a time where if you kissed someone you meant it. He might not be aware of the moment they're hurtling towards in the same way she is. Perhaps he doesn't realize they're existing in that liminal space. The one right before a kiss. Tension and longing permeating the air around them, an invisible string of want and desire tied tautly between them, drawing them ever closer together until their lips meet. Both knowing what's going to happen, neither quite sure if they want to be the first who closes the distance.
Pairing: Rex/Ahsoka
Rating: E
Written for @rexsoka-monthly's October 2024 prompt: Haunted















