#neyo x reader

For a moment it seems what he fears the worst of you has taken you yet again and dragged you deep down. You're quiet again, your thoughts consuming you. He knows what this is about. You've confided in him before you were given the order by GAR command to recon your home planet, torn by war and its nature marred with evident destruction. But it's simply not the time.

“Proceed, Commander.”

Neyo allows relief to flood his entire being. He gives a sharp salute. “Yes, sir.” And then he leaves.

Giving the order to his lieutenant is easy—a mere comm away. He doesn't need to be there since his commanders overseeing the departure at the hangar will report to him soon, also since he's had more important things to look after to.

Neyo starts a trek to your quarters. He glances behind his shoulders once in a while before reaching the damned durasteel door and hastily punching your key codes before anyone could see. It whisks open, and he slips inside so it closes again to conceal his presence.

Then his bucket comes off, a deep inhale of the scent of you follows a second after. Even your room smells entirely and exactly like you, with the same scent his nostrils consume when he crushes his face into your neck in a lover's embrace.

Your pillow is tilted. Bedsheets wrinkled. Your styluses scattered on your desk and your datapads aren't stacked neatly enough. You forgot to hang your bathrobe again today, and yet your towel is in its place. Neyo replaces it all, the soldier instinct inside him keeps pressing that everything has to be kept tidy. He steps into your adjacent refresher and nods in satisfaction that somehow everything is in its place, including your toothbrush that every other weekend he always finds lying on the sink and not in the holder.

The door to your quarters suddenly opens, revealing you in the midst of frowning and giving in to your deepest concerns again. You're a little too late to realize that Neyo is there, standing with his arms crossing his chest.

“Hello, you.” And still, you're trying to smile. You always do, when you meet him secretly like this. “Is everything okay?”

He stares at you, and refrains from saying the obvious. “I've sent our men,” he answers curtly, the marshal commander temporarily taking over. “Our commanders are closely supervising and would only report if there's anything worth finding.”

You grab a glass and your cool apple juice from the conservator. “Very good.”

Watching you pouring the juice into the glass, Neyo releases a sigh. He gives himself the satisfaction when you space out again, seemingly either mulling over the fate of your planet or cleverly masking your helpless state, before walking over to you and gently prying the glass off your grasp. A quiet thud echoes through your room as he carefully places it down on your desk.

“Darling.” He takes your hands gently into his gloved ones. “Talk to me.”

He knows you're not the kind to ignite an argument with ‘I’ve told you before’ or ‘We’ve talked’ and he's using that knowledge against you. He's testing you—testing your patience, to see how much further until you crack and crumble. Or not. Either way, he'll still be there, and he is still here now holding your hands, as if anticipating you would really fall to your knees and sob your heart out over the destruction of your planet.

“It is now supposed to be spring.”

At your faltering voice, Neyo quietly widens his arms so you can walk into them and wind your arms around him as tightly as you can, and you're now barely hanging on to keep your calm composure.

“My planet grows the most beautiful flowers in all of Mid Rim during spring,” you begin, voice hushed and muffled against his chest plate. “There's no other planet in this galaxy that grows most of them, and to their belief it's the highest blessing. Not to compete against Naboo, but they are so captivating. Farmer is a common job, florist even more. We have all kinds of flowers for all kinds of seasons. Spring, summer, fall, winter. Even rain and dry seasons.”

Somewhere during that, you've leaned with your chin on top of his chest plate. Neyo wipes your fallen tear with a gentle swipe of his thumb.

“There’s this very rare flower that really couldn't grow anywhere but in their soil.” You allow yourself a small fond smile. “When they bloom, the wind would blow over their pollen and it produces the most beautiful melody of sounds. It's as if they sing, quite blissfully, that they finally blossom and get to dance in the air before finding themselves mates to latch onto.”

Neyo listens to all of it carefully, but he can't help the frown. “I don't quite understand that.”

You scratch at a stubborn jagged bit on the edge of his armor. Although a smile smears on your lips. “They have holes to ‘sing’ their tunes. The shape is like a musical instrument. Are you familiar with the flute?”

“Unfortunately no,” Neyo says regretfully.

“That's okay.”

“From what you describe, it sounds like a wind instrument.”

“It is,” you nod. “Often present in a certain type of orchestra.”

“Ah.”

“And they would create the finest harmony of tunes one would ever hear,” you carry on. “I can't remember the last time I've seen them since the Guild took me when I was just 3 years old, but I've watched holos of it. They're remarkable.”

The talk goes on. He listens. You don't break down, and instead sip on the apple juice that he offers every time your shoulders start shaking. It works, since it shifts your focus from the current problem at hand to the sweet and sourness of the beverage. You combat your emotions. He's there to make sure of that.

And after making sure you've gotten ahold of yourself, Neyo decides to depart and resume his duty, but not without a kiss to your lips and forehead before sliding his helmet on again and slipping out of your quarters.

Then he opens his channel to give a new direct second-priority order. Technically it was to salvage anything of value and report it to command, but clad with the highest given rank in the 91st—second to you—apparently allows him to alter his own orders.

Neyo worships you. Doing something for you is like turning the back of his hand, yet giving what might heal your broken soul is like breathing on a foreign planet where the built-in air quality reader in his helmet wouldn't cooperate. He could've breathed toxic fumes and endangered himself, but he needs to breathe anyway although his lungs would crumble and his systems shut down.

As long as you thrive and dance and lead with grace and lightsaber clipped to your sash.

His platoon reports back with all-green mark, every single criteria on their recon checklist cleared. Neyo escorts you aboard a larty per protocol for closer inspection, and you're seen holding back tears again, your back to them while your hand is stiff, clinging onto rails. The cabin light turns red as it breaches atmo, and it paints a silent image of tragedy onto your person. His commander—his confidant—beside him passes a questioning glance, and Neyo could only nod to confirm.

Yes, you're being vulnerable now, but your strength is in the process of building your walls back up. And Neyo will be there too if it crumbles again, restoring and applying layers of steel. Anything that'd pull you back to being the emphatic serene Jedi that you are.

Then the turbulence stops, and the cabin turns green. You take a deep breath as the side door opens to reveal a world you once knew.

Or perhaps not since they took you when you were much younger, but you've only had images from the archives and holonet that paint a beautiful, peaceful green planet. Mountains, ridges, rivers, rich blue oceans with streaks of white clouds over them.

But now, barren wasteland is all you could see. It stretches far beyond the horizon. It used to be a green lush valley, one of your commanders told you. The mountains are mostly unaffected, but the vast meadow of grasslands are scorched black and bare. In the distance you could spot the city ruins. You can't be sure whether it used to be your home—there are tens of thousands of cities on this planet. Either way, it leaves a strange feeling. Like betrayal. Because you didn't put up a fight. Your parents trusted and passed you on willingly to the Jedi, blossoming fully into a flower of hope that they'd hoped you to become.

“Sirs,” Neyo’s commander says, “Main site is ready for inspection. Zero Separatist presence. They've totally left the planet.”

It's as if the commander deliberately said that to you, because maybe the fear hasn't left you. He could see it. But he's very kind.

“This road seems walkable,” Neyo says, as you observe the scorched brick road, far into the city. His voice plunges into your focus as well. “I want the gunship up and running in case they decide to jump out on us.”

“Yes, sir.”

Never trust intel. Anything could go wrong.

“General.” Neyo turns to you, careful not to lay a hand on your shoulder out of concern. Instead, he lays them over his sidearm holster. “Whenever you're ready. I'll lead.”

You give a silent nod and finally step out of the gunship. There is this creeping fear that the ground you walk on would suddenly swallow you out of scorn. Neyo follows close behind you, and his commander several steps behind.

“I know what you're thinking right now,” Neyo says quietly, voice rattling through his bucket in low volume.

You exhale lowly. “It's my home.”

“Was,” he corrects you—a small warning about attachments.

“I was born here,” you justify. Neyo goes silent. “But you're right.”

He doesn't prompt any further; about your family, whether they're still alive. As much as his affection towards you goes unchallenged, he didn't command his best men to slice into the Jedi database. They probably don't keep things like that in their archives. An old life left behind. One, such as you, doesn't need them anymore. And he’s always there upholding your belief, providing himself as a wall to keep you from falling.

The conversation ends there. The rest of the walk is silent, you giving occasional glances to your surroundings. Ruins, scorched and crumbling. Lush trees that are no longer there. Your eyes are wistful. Neyo prefers to believe it's your empathy toward the destruction of intricately carved pieces of nature, and not personal.

The entry to the city is a system of labyrinths. Broad corridors with walls made of big blocks of limestones, the sky as ceiling. Rubbles are scattered along the road, sometimes blocking your path but quite easy to climb and hop over to the other side. The longer you go, the blander your fear has become, and you've come to terms with what might be on the other side.

But then you see it.

A round clearing where your recon troopers are observing their surroundings, most of their helmets off. A fountain in the middle which structure became yet another victim during the Separatist attack, but the water system isn't damaged and it flows slowly corroding the stones and gaps between bricks. And in those moist gaps, grows dark lush green grass with wee pink and white buds at the tips. And beyond that, a blur in the background that comes to clarity once you set your eyes upon it, is a blossoming tree. The color of their leaves remind you of the lightest shade of sunset in the red spectrum, their white flowers blooming fully as if relishing in the peace—whatever that harmed them had passed.

The walls are crowded with vines. Not only does your sight is graced with green and grey and beige but also every bright color that nature could offer. Your heart surges, the Force draping over your shoulders like a soothing weighted blanket. This place has always been strong with its presence. The moment you breathed and took the clearing in, you knew. You're left mesmerized, your lips part open in awe, and your troopers act to their prior absent knowledge of nature that is wonderfully iridescent and serene and miraculous and real.

Neyo stands off to the side, quietly admiring the view long enough to commit them into memory. He takes snapshots with his visor as discreetly as possible. This is his overriding command. And it's worth it. Seeing you mended is worth it.

“Sirs. We've come in contact with our specialist contractor and sent our readings,” one of his sergeants reports, a datapad in hand. “They said that this planet… still grows. Despite all the bombings that occurred, the quality of the soil isn't affected. Spring comes around and it's as if they don't care at all. Flowers blossom as if nothing happened.”

“Because this planet is blessed with growth,” you sigh, a relieved tear slides down your cheek. “There's hope still. For life, here.”

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It’s hot.

The kind of hot that makes you want to lay in front of the freezer with the door open, or to sit in an ice bath just for some relief from the heat.

The air conditioner is doing what it can, but it’s so hot that it can barely keep up.

More importantly, because of all of the people using so much power all of the time, due to the sheer amount of heat, city officials announced earlier that they’re implementing rolling blackouts. Which means, for 8 hours a day, you’re not going to have any power at all.

The notice you got said that the rolling blackouts should only happen at night.

Which is super. Save for the fact that it’s just as hot at night as it is during the day. The only difference, of course, being that the sun isn’t beating down on your poor apartment at night.

You grimace as you realize that you’re sticking to the material of your couch, and seriously contemplate just biting the bullet, so to speak, and spending credits to go to the indoor beach just down the road.

You’re already lounging in your bikini, after all. It’s just that hot.

Instead, though, you decide to try laying on the floor. Maybe it’ll be a little cooler there.

It won’t be, but you can hope.

You don’t even lift your head when you hear the sound of your front door opening. There’s only so many people who know the code to enter the apartment building in the first place, and even fewer who know that code and the code needed to enter your apartment.

A familiar voice reaches your ears as you hear Neyo cursing up a storm in the front hallway.

That causes you to lift your head to peek at your boyfriend.

Your normally unflappable boyfriend is dropping his armor on the floor like it personally offended him, and his normally perfectly controlled curls are wild around his head. Plus, the dark material of his blacks are soaked in sweat, you can tell from where you’re laying.

“You good, Neyo?” You ask from where you’re half sitting up on the floor.

“I’ll live,” He replies, his voice exhausted. And then he turns to look at you, and his brows creep up his forehead, “Are you planning on going swimming?”

You laugh and fall back to the floor, “No. Yes. Maybe.”

“Well, it does have to be one of those options.” You hear Neyo walking over to you, and you turn your head in time to see him strip off the top of his blacks. A happy hum slips from you and you roll onto your stomach, kicking your legs up behind you, so you can admire him.

“See something you like, Princess?”

“Mm-hmm,” You rest your chin on the palms of your hands as you entertain yourself by tracing his tattoos with your eyes. You’d get up and touch him, but honestly, it’s too hot for that. “How was your morning?”

He glances at you, and huffs out a quiet laugh, “Miserable. We spent all morning working outside until some of the shinies collapsed from the heat. They’re going to be fine, but they’re in medical right now.”

You frown at the thought, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Or I will be once I shower and cool down a little.” His dark gaze flickers to your face, “Have you been hydrating?”

“Meh.”

“Don’t you ‘meh’ me. It’s karking hot, cyare. You need to hydrate.”

“I had some lemonade a bit ago.”

“That’s not the same thing, and you know it.” Neyo scolds. You watch him vanish into the kitchen for a moment, and then he returns with a half frozen water bottle, which he sets on the floor in front of you, “Drink.”

“Bossy.”

“Yes, I am. And you love it. Drink the water.”

You huff but properly sit up so you can safely drink some of the water. Annoyingly, the ice water makes you feel slightly less like you’re about to keel over and die.

“Feel better?”

You pout at him, “No.” You lie, badly.

“That’s what I thought.” He lightly trails his fingers over the top of your head, “Wanna take a shower with me?” Neyo asks as he crouches so he’s closer to eye level with you.

“Won’t that make us both hotter?”

“Well, I was planning on taking a cooler shower than normal, to help keep the temperature down.” Neyo lazily drags his calloused fingers down the back of your head and then to your jaw, “But now I’m thinking that maybe a cool bath would be better.”

“That does sound nice.”

“Doesn’t it? We can both cool down, and I get to hold you. Best of both worlds.”

You toss him a small grin, “And so the truth comes out.”

“Hey, I’ve never denied that I like holding you, cyare.” He shrugs, completely unashamed, and you laugh.

“I’m not against it, but you should grab some candles.”

He shoots you a weird look, “Cyare, it’s so hot outside I’m pretty sure that the street signs were crying.”

“Yeah, but the blackouts are going to start soon, and there’s no other light sources in the bathroom. So, candles.”

Neyo sighs, “Right. Those.” He leans in and steals a kiss, “As you wish, cyar’ika. Go run the bath for us while I try to find the candles.”

“Sure! After one more kiss~”

“Spoiled.” He chides, but even so, he leans in and presses a slow kiss to your lips, as if he wants to savor the kiss. And you melt into him. The heat isn’t so bad, after all. Not when you have Neyo here to enjoy it with you.

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Entering the packed establishment, you were surprised to see so many people gathered in the club. Although it was to be expected. The 91st and 21st were both on shore leave, along with the 327th, so there was a lot of troopers celebrating seeing their friends and vods for the first time in a while.

Smoothing down the dress you wore, you noticed that you were getting a few looks from the troopers you passed, including some that you worked with in the 91st. It was certainly going to help you with your purpose tonight.

For months now, you had been in a secret and clandestine relationship with Marshal Commander Neyo. At first it had been about nothing more than sex and comfort. After a particularly hard battle, where many troopers had lost their lives, you and Neyo had just kind of crashed together, needing to feel something other than grief and pain. From there, it had developed more and more, the usual stoic and cold Commander beginning to open up to you the more time you spent in his bed. In those moments when you could press together, sharing the warmth between you in the dark, Neyo would tell you things he had never spoken about before to anyone else and you vice versa. Having his trust and love made you feel special and you held it close to your own heart when he had showed you the real him.

But lately you had been arguing about how secret your relationship was. Both of you knew that you couldn’t announce it to the galaxy. The clones weren’t allowed to have fraternisations of any kind. If you were found out, you would be fired and pushed out of the GAR in disgrace, but Neyo… Neyo would at best be sent for reprogramming, and at worse decommissioned. You couldn’t risk it. But you did feel like some of the troopers that you worked with should know. They were his brothers and they had welcomed you in with open arms when you joined the 91st. Neyo argued that it was putting his brothers at risk if it was found out that they knew. And that was one thing Neyo refused to do – put his brothers at risk.

Spotting him at a booth with what looked like Marshal Commanders Bacara and Bly. Neyo and Bacara looked bored at whatever Bly was saying, but the Commander with golden tattoos didn’t seem overly bothered as a huge grin was splitting his face. Idly you wondered if the rumours about the General and Marshal Commander of the 327th were true. Taking a deep, encouraging breath, you quickly walked past them, making sure to shake your hips in your dress. It really was a beautiful dress, in your favourite colours and allowing you to show off your curves. But tonight, your mission was all about teasing him and getting him to have some kind of reaction to you in public. As you headed to the bar, you could already feel his heated gaze land on you.

The bar was busy, but you were able to quickly grab a seat as you waited for the bartender to come take your order. A trooper, dressed in maroon covered armour slid up to your left side, another in the 91st red on your right side. “Can we get you a drink, civvie?” your fellow 91st asked, and you couldn’t help but grin.

“No thanks, Slap, I’m not staying long” you told him, noticing his face fall slightly.

“That’s a shame, mesh’la, but maybe I can change your mind? Name’s Putt” the trooper to your left drawled, looking you up and down.

Although you knew that all clone troopers were trained to a high standard, and his commander expected nothing less than perfection unless a transfer form was needed, you could still tell he was a shiny. It seemed like this was one of his first shore leaves, and that was certainly not what you were looking for.

“Sorry boys, maybe next time” you smiled, looking between them.

Slap and Putt both nodded, taking your rejection in their stride. “Alright, if you need anything or want an escort to the barracks, we’ll be over by the back” Slap nodded, tapping your shoulder in a friendly gesture before grabbing their drinks and leaving.

Chuckling softly at them, you quickly pulled the bartender’s attention and placed your order with them.

“And a Corellian whisky as well” a voice behind you added, pushing a few credits across the bar top to cover both of your drinks.

From the recognisable voice, it was obvious a clone, but from the way that his armour felt bigger and the sway of his kama brushed against your legs, you knew it was a Commander. Now which one? From the firm tone, you thought it was a safe bet that it was Commander Bacara, not Bly. And you would recognise Neyo’s voice out of all of his brothers.

“Commander Bacara, nice to see you again. You didn’t have to” you greeted, nodding to the drinks that the bartender was preparing for you.

He nodded in greeting, taking the seat next to you. While working as a civilian contractor for the 91st, you had met Bacara when Neyo had taken you to a meeting during a mission with the 21st. Bacara and Neyo had a strange relationship, both cold and stern but they did seem to be rather close with each other. General Allie had informed you that both of them had created and developed the field trials of the BARC speeders.

“Nice little display you put on back there, almost had my brother crush his glass” he commented, accepting his glass of whiskey and pushing your drink over to you.

“I don’t know what you mean, Commander” you frowned, trying to keep your eyes on him rather than looking back at the booth to see if his words were true.

Bacara smirked and leaned in closer to you. “I think you do. You didn’t come here dressed like that just to fend a few shinies off” he stated, looking you over. “You’re either here because you two have had an argument, or you’re here to make him jealous” he shrugged, waiting to see your reaction to his theories.

You couldn’t help but gape a little, worried you were being a bit too obvious in your plan. “Commander, I don’t- That’s not- I don’t think” you spluttered, trying to find an excuse that would cover why you either couldn’t make a sentence or why you were dressed to the nines and parading in front of the commanders.

“Either way, I’m in” Bacara remarked, cutting your protests off as all the words left your mind.

What in all of the galaxy was he talking about? “Commander, that is not what’s happening here. I don’t know what you’re talking about but Neyo and I are professionals” you protested, heat rising up your neck and to your flushed cheeks.

Bacara frowned, brow furrowing in confusion. “Who said I was talking about Neyo?” Bacara questioned, shaking his head.

“Why would you think Bly was the one I was dressing up for?” you retorted, staring at him in horrified confusion. There was no way you wanted to compete with General Secura, she was a Jedi, she could probably predict your moves before you could think them. You wouldn’t last 5 seconds against her.

Suddenly Bacara’s face split into a shit eating grin. “Course I was talking about Neyo! The di’kut has been a pain in my shebs ever since he got planet-side. So, being the good big brother I am, I want to make his life miserable for the foreseeable future. And I know you came in here to tease him and work him up, flirting with me will really piss him off” Bacara explained, amusement running through his words and his eyes.

You could scarcely believe your ears, Bacara was offering to help you make Neyo jealous? In fact, he seemed really eager to do so. But surely there was some ploy in this. What would Bacara be getting out of this?

Seeming to read your mind, he grinned, and you suddenly felt like you were a mouse caught by a tooka. “Trust me, if it’s me, it’ll piss him off” he assured, leaning back fully and winking at you.

Not willing to look a gift horse in the mouth, you nodded, knowing that Bacara was right. Although they were friends and brothers, nobody could piss Neyo off quite like Bacara and vice versa. “Fine, but this doesn’t change anything. We still work together” you insisted, crossing your arms.

“Duly noted. Now laugh, like I said something funny” he instructed, turning to face you properly on the seat.

“Ugh! Now Neyo will definitely know something is going on. You’re never funny” you smiled, letting out a small giggle and tucking your hair behind your ears.

Bacara let out a noise that on anyone else would be a bark of a laugh, but on him sounded like he was already thinking of where to bury your body. “I’ll give you something, Princess. You’ve got a mouth on you, I’m sure my brother loves that” he grumbled, fingers brushing as he gripped his glass next to yours.

“He does actually” you huffed, letting your hand fall palm up on the bar top. Bacara wasted no time in running teasing fingers around your wrists, feeling your heart rate beat faster as you glanced over at Neyo. He was scowling over at the pair of you, before his attention was snapped to Bly and something obviously nasty came flying out towards his fellow Marshal Commander. Bly only shook his head and held up his hands. “He does seem annoyed” you relented, biting your lip as your gaze returned to Bacara.

“Of course he is, I know my brother” Bacara murmured, sliding his hand up your arm and upwards until he caught your jaw. “Bet he’s fuming knowing that I’m touching his girl and he’s sitting over there like a wet lemon” he grinned, tracing a thumb over your mouth.

You giggled, pulling away from him, glad that Neyo couldn’t hear you. “I’m willing to bet he’s already thought of 12 different ways in which he could kill you” you replied, keeping a sweet look on your face.

“Oh at least 15, sweetheart!” he corrected, slyly glancing at his brother who had a clear view of what was happening at the bar. “He looks like he did when I beat him in our all-terrain module back on Kamino when we were doing our ARC training” Bacara recollected, remembering how Neyo had looked ready to kill him when Bacara had scored the top marks in their squad. He leaned forward, face hovering so close to yours you could feel his breath.

A glass shattering pulled your attention away from Bacara, turning to see what had happened. It sounded like it came from the direction of the Marshal Commanders.

However, Bacara stopped you, a grip coming to rest on your cheek to stop you turning around to look. “Keep your eyes on me civvie, wouldn’t want to give the game away too soon” he breathed, eyes scanning your face. To anyone looking in, it seemed like he was flirting with you, reeling you in for a potential kiss. But you knew Bacara was having too much fun winding up his brother.

“I don’t want to upset him, just make him react a little” you reminded, hoping that Neyo was okay. You really did want to frustrate him, just to get a reaction from him rather than the rather generic discontent he showed everyone else.

“Such a kind, pretty little thing” Bacara murmured, fingers sliding over your bare knee. You let out a gasp at the gesture, concerned he was taking this too seriously. “Wonder how he’ll react to this” he grinned, pressing closer to you. He parted your knees with his own, your legs spreading for him. His warm hand trailed upwards and your breath hitched in your throat at the feel of his palm rising up your leg. “Can see why my brother likes you so much” Bacara smirked at you, eyes glancing somewhere to your right.

You barely had time to register how the smirk turn into a full laugh on Bacara’s face before a tight grip enclosed your arm and tugged you off the bar stool. It was only your own quick reflexes that kept you upright, because Neyo, the asshole, barely cared if you fell before him.

“Hey vod, I was just speaking to your pretty civvie here. I was thinking of taking her out for a drink sometime. I’m sure you won’t mind” Bacara teased, leaning back against the bar and watching as his brother’s face got redder and redder in anger. Oh he couldn’t wait to tell the Command batches about this!

“Kriff you vod! If you go near her again, I’ll make sure Mundi is looking for his Commander until Tatooine freezes over!” Neyo snarled, pulling you closer to him.

Looking up, you could see that his jaw was tight, and his beautiful brown orbs were darker than you could remember seeing them. The tattoo on his face added to his dangerous vibe and it made you want to squeeze your legs together to stop the rush of slick that you released. Fuck, he was hot, and you couldn’t wait to find out what your punishment would be. Resting your hands on his chest plate to steady yourself, you couldn’t help the shiver that ran through you when he looked down and your eyes met.

“And you, you just wait until I fucking get you home. Lets see how ready you are to spread your legs then” he growled, tightening his grasp on you, ignoring the little cry you let out and other vods’ attention falling on the pair of you.

“Best get going then Vod, I’m not the only one who’d be willing to take this pretty one home” Bacara chuckled, winking at me. Neyo growled, barely giving you time to react to Bacara before he was dragging you through the patrons and out of 79s.

He didn’t stop until he was at a taxi rank, hailing one of the taxis. Although he never said a word to you, he didn’t loosen the grip on your arm. You were sure you would have bruises tomorrow from how tightly he held you. You never dreamed your plan would work so well! “Neyo, don’t be so jealous. I was only speaking with Bacara” you giggled, running your hand up his arm and curling the short hair at the back of his neck around your fingers.

“You knew exactly what you were doing! So now I’m going to show you there’s consequences to your actions” he warned, tugging you closer. You could feel his hot breath fan across your face as you pressed your body into his front, feeling his cool armour against your heated skin. The taxi flew down next to you, door opening up for you and Neyo. “Get in!” he growled, not giving you much choice as he followed in after you.

“So bossy Neyo!” you smirked, letting your skirt rise further up your thighs. You could see the moment he noticed because his fists clenched in his lap before gripping your thigh, pulling it open slightly so he could trail his fingers up and down your inner thigh.

“It’s Commander, and you just wait, I’ll show you bossy” he said, his deep voice hitting you in your core and making your thighs close around his hand. Neyo pulled his hand away, leaving you bereft of his touch. He turned to face the driver, giving the directions back to your place.

You shivered, suddenly feeling cold as he had moved away from you. His tone made his words sound more like a promise than a threat. But whatever happened tonight, you didn’t think you would regret making the stoic commander jealous. Especially if he was going to fuck your brains out tonight as punishment. And who knows, it might take a couple of tries for the lesson to stick?

Neyo noticed your shiver, seeing how much you were seeming to enjoy his reaction to your teasing and flirting with his brother. Oh no, he couldn’t have that! His little brat was going to learn that by acting out, she wouldn’t get what she wanted. Seeing the lift of your lips, he leaned in closer towards you. Anyone looking at the pair of you would see a loved up couple whispering sweet nothings in the back of a speeder. But the words he whispered was anything but sweet.

“Take off your panties and keep your legs open” he ordered, voice leaving no room for arguments as he whispered low enough that only you could hear.

You gasped, staring at him in disbelief. He couldn’t be serious?! Take off your underwear here? In the back of the taxi where the driver could see? Glancing up at the driver you could see he was focused on the traffic of Coruscant and not what was going on in the back. But what if he turned around, or looked in the mirror? He’d be able to see right up your skirt!

“Neyo!” you breathed, eyes flickering back to the driver and then to him, hoping he would understand.

“You wanted my attention, now you’ve got it. Take them off and open your legs. I won’t ask again!” he said firmly, running a soft hand up and down your thigh. It was a small gesture to ask if you were okay with this, that if you wanted to, you would both stop. He wouldn’t force you to do this if you didn’t want to.

Taking a deep breath, you reached under your skirt and hooked your fingers beneath the hemline. Leaning into his side like you wanted a cuddle, you used the movement to hide you slipping the underwear past your hips and ass before quickly letting them fall to your ankles. Before you could even reach for them, Neyo had snatched them up and shoved them into a pouch on his belt.

Blushing more than you thought possible, you couldn’t help but let out a little squeak as Neyo gave you his full attention. Knowing exactly what he wanted, you slowly parted your legs, feeling so exposed that you had to reach for his hand and thread your fingers through his. You needed that connection with him, to know that you were safe and he’d make sure nothing happened.

“Good girl” he cooed, running a finger over your heated cheeks before dropping away. “I want you to stay just like that until we get home” he instructed, before turning to face the driver. “Excuse me sir, do you have anything to drink? My girl is feeling a bit hot at the moment” Neyo requested from the man.

Heart beating wild in your chest, you couldn’t help but turn a pleading look to Neyo as the man looked back in his mirror before pointing to a compartment underneath your seat. “I normally keep water and supplies in there. Never know when you need them, and it helps get good reviews” the driver explained, before turning back to the road.

“Thank you sir, we’ll be sure to leave a good review. Won’t we darling?” Neyo smirked, hand reaching in between your legs to grab the small compartment.

You couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes closed, having him so close to you was maddening, especially when he was teasing you like this. You clenched your fists beside you at your hips. When you opened them again, Neyo was looking at you expectantly. Gathering all your courage and praying your voice didn’t shake, you let out a small, strained smile. “That’s right, we appreciate your hospitality” you nodded, taking the bottle of water from Neyo and almost draining it in one go.

“It’s alright folks, I’ve picked up more than my share of drinkers. You won’t be the first or the last to feel a bit sick in my speeder. I’ve learnt to come prepared for anything” the driver assured, launching into a full blown conversation with you and Neyo. Every time he looked back, you felt like you were going to combust with embarrassment and desire that the risk of getting caught was creating inside of you.

By the time that the taxi reached your apartment block, you didn’t think your face could feel more heated than it was. Of course, Neyo knew exactly what he was doing and was enjoying the chance to make you squirm, especially after that little stunt in the club. So as you were getting out of the back, he made sure to slide his hand up the back of your skirt and gave your ass a squeeze.

Paying the driver and bidding him goodbye, Neyo all but dragged you to your place, allowing you to swipe your entry card in before he was ushering you over the threshold. He grasped your chin, keeping your gaze firmly locked onto his. “Don’t think I forgot about your behaviour at 79s girl, you’ve got a lot of making up to do. Now strip” he ordered, taking his time to slowly take off his own armour and placing it in the space you had cleared out next to the door for his things.

Feeling a slight tremble of embarrassment or nerves, you reached up to unclasp your dress, pulling it down slowly over your arms, then your hips and finally letting it pool on your hallway floor. You were left in your bra, the cool air of the room causing goosebumps to raise on your skin as you shuffled slightly.

“I said strip. That means everything. If I have to keep repeating myself mesh’la, it’s only going to make your punishment worse” he reminded, eyes trailing down your body as every inch of your skin was revealed to him. He couldn’t help but run a soft, gentle finger down your chest, between your breasts and over your soft stomach to your core in between your legs.

“Sorry Commander” you mumbled, wishing to keep on his good side for now. You unhooked your bra, tossing it at his feet as you stood there naked for him. He groaned, hand reaching out to squeeze your breast and running his thumb over your nipple as it hardened in the cool air.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. I’m going to ruin you. Now get onto the bed, spread your legs and put your arms above your head. Stay there until I say you can move, understand?” he demanded, wanting nothing more than to press his lips to yours. But you had been bad and had been teasing him all night. You had to earn his kisses.

Nodding and letting out a quiet ‘yes sir’ you turned around to head into your bedroom, wondering what he would do while he made you wait. But before you could even think of the possibilities, a hard slap landed on your rear and you flinched, a yelp leaving your lips. “What was that for?” you pouted, rubbing your stinging behind.

“A little encouragement to follow the rules for once” Neyo smirked, crossing his arms over his chest before he sent you on your way.

You scowled, fighting to hide it lest he see it on your face. He was such an asshole sometimes. But you knew that he could make you cum in the hardest of ways if you were good, or keep you on edge the whole night if he wanted to.

Climbing onto the bed, you got yourself comfortable, knowing you’d be in for a wild ride after all the teasing you did to him in 79s. But it had worked perfectly. You were now here, spread wide and waiting for Neyo to fuck you good. Maybe you would send Bacara a hamper in thanks. The thought brought a smile to your face as you raised your arms above your head, fingers wrapping themselves around the metal headboard.

While you were waiting, Neyo was browsing around your apartment, taking his time to relax into the sofa and admire the new flowers you had brought into the apartment. It was a Golden Fire Blossom, one that you had told him about one time when you had been in his office. You told him it had reminded you of him, the red of the 91st symbol that decorated his armour. It also reminded you that although everyone thought he was cold, unyielding, he had lit a fire in you that he always stoked whenever alone together.

Getting up, he headed to the kitchen, taking two glasses out of the cupboard and filling them with water. Leaning back against the counter, he took slow deliberate sips out of his own glass. He couldn’t help but remember the fury that ignited in him when he saw his brother and closest friend lay his hand on you. He had clocked you from the moment you walked into 79s, of course. He wouldn’t be who he was if he hadn’t. The way your dress clung to you, the dress in your favourite colour that always brought out your eyes, he had barely been able to restrain himself when some of the shinies under his command had almost started drooling at the sight of you.

Neyo was almost glad it was Bacara that had approached you. He didn’t think he would be able to hold it together if some shiny had been the first one to catch your attention that night. But that was until he saw how close Bacara leaned into you, the easy smile and laugh that you gave his brother. The sight of his vod’s light touches on your arm and knee had been enough to make his blood boil, and when a hand had slipped up your widening thighs, he knew he had to put a stop to it. Keeping the relationship under wraps was one thing, having to see you flirt and giggle at his brother’s advances was another. You were his, and he wasn’t going to let you forget that.

Squaring his shoulders, he finished his drink and placed it down. He pulled off the top of his blacks, and grabbed the other glass. It was time he gave you a little reminder on how to behave.

When Neyo finally walked in, you would have sighed in relief if you weren’t diverting all your focus onto glaring at him. Where the hell had he been? You had been waiting ages for him and the arousal dripping from your entrance was starting to cool on your thighs. Your impatience was starting to show as he placed the glass on the bedside table before stepping back and walking around the room. Huffing, you began to move your hips, hoping he would at least look over at you so you could entice him to touch you.

“I thought I told you to stay there” he growled, heading over to the chest of drawers that was across from you. “And take that look off your face, girl. You’ve already done enough, you don’t want to add to your punishment, do you?”

Gasping, you shook your head and stilled your hips. You certainly didn’t want to add to whatever punishment that Neyo had in mind. Watching, he opened the draw with all your toys in. What was he going to pick? Your collection had a vast variety, and being with Neyo had only made you add more to the collection as your relationship slipped into something more sexual. From your point of view, you couldn’t see what he picked out, his body obscuring most of his finds before you saw one come out that you most certainly recognised. It made your pussy clench at the thought of it being used on you.

It was a long wooden paddle, made from the finest wood from Kashyyyk. It was dark in colour, and there was a small cut out of aurebesh that matched the tattoo on the Commander’s face. This paddle was a personal favourite of his, he had it commissioned while being stationed on the forest-covered planet.

“Get up” he barked at you, shattering the anticipatory silence that hung in the room. You scrambled up to stand next to your bed, keeping your hands behind your back in an almost mockery of parade rest. He stepped closer to you, running the paddle over your hardened nipples and down your stomach, stopping just above your core. You fought the need to squirm and move under his hard gaze and the paddle’s teasing touch.

Giving you one last look over, he sat on the bed before tapping his knee.

You didn’t hesitate to lay over his lap, ass open and exposed to him. You were already skating on thin ice with him, it was best not to push him even further unless he left you dripping and aching for him without any release in sight. He had done it before and you had barely lasted a day before you had found some excuse to meet in his office and beg him to fuck you. Neyo had been smug for days afterwards.

“After that little scene in 79s, I want your ass red!” he told you, voice cold and hard. A sharp contrast to the heat that he was causing to build inside of you at his words and knowing what was coming. “How many do you deserve?” he asked, running a hand over your cheeks and giving them a light squeeze.

It was a trap.

Whatever number you said he would disagree with and give you his own number. But he had asked you a question, and you knew ignoring him would mean that whatever number he had in his head would increase.

“Whatever you decide, sir” you replied, bowing your head and wrapping your hand around his ankle.

“Clever girl” he praised, before landing a swat on your left cheek. It barely left a sting, but you jolted at the surprise of it. “15 then, 10 for your behaviour back at the club, 3 for your brattiness and 2 more for making me repeat myself” he issued, placing one hand on your back to steady you and resting his other on the globes of your ass. “I want you to count them, neverd’ika and if you miss one, we’ll start again” he warned, voice dropping lowly.

“Yes Commander” you nodded, a small thrill shooting through you at his nickname for you. Little Civilian. It was what he called you when you had first met. You still remembered that dry, cold drawl as you were introduced to him and the General. Hope you can keep up with us, little civilian. Giving his ankle a quick squeeze in reassurance, you were ready for whatever he could dish out on you.

Neyo gripped the handle and laid his first hit over the middle of your cheeks. It bloomed a lovely pink colour, a small white patch on your cheek displayed his CC number in aurebesh. He couldn’t help but smirk at that.

“One” you breathed out, the hit little more than a warm up.

The second strike landed just above and came down with such force that the noise rang out into the room. The Marshal Commander made sure that one would stay, his CC number marked onto your ass so all could see. Not that he would let anyone look, but it made a surge of possessiveness curl in his chest at the thought of marking you, even if nobody else could see it. You carried a part of him on you that would last for a while.

“Two!”

The next few hits lightened up, his aim hitting everywhere but where the number was displayed on your ass. You gulped out the numbers, counting each hit as warmth bloomed over your exposed rear, tears brimming at your waterline. These weren’t the hardest that Neyo could hit, but you knew he was working up to it.

This time, Neyo raised the paddle even higher, bringing it down with a cracking force. You yelped, flinching on his lap as you were sent forward by the hit. “Six” you cried, trying to press your head against his strong calves as you hung off his lap.

The spank fell on the top of your thighs, where they met your ass and he made sure that you felt that one. His hits increasing in strength and speed. It didn’t leave you much time to gasp out the number before another hit was delivered on your tender skin.

“You’ll feel me tomorrow, civvie. Won’t be able to sit without remembering your punishment” Neyo warned, and you didn’t doubt him. Neyo kept his promises, it was what made him such a cold, determined leader. Oh stars were you in for it.

You whimpered, hands clenching as you squirmed against him. He hit you harshly on the back of your thighs. “Ten” you cried out, hand coming to protect you from the next hit. The last ones Neyo usually made sure they counted. “I’m sorry, I won’t make you jealous again” you promised, trying to writhe off his lap.

Neyo grunted, grabbing your arm and pinning it to the small of your back as he lay a correcting spank to your left cheek. “That one doesn’t count! Stay still and take it” he reprimanded, and you couldn’t help but let the tears flow from your cheeks. You really wouldn’t sit well tomorrow. Laying back down across his lap, you couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for yourself. All you wanted to do was ruffle his feathers a little. After all, keeping your relationship a secret was hard work, you just wanted to have some fun with him. And it seemed that at least some of his brothers knew about you and him.

Nodding in approval at your behaviour, the commander raised his arm and struck harshly on your ass. It made you jump and you couldn’t help but cry out. “Eleven” you let out, hoping he could understand you.

Two sharp hits landed in quick succession and you barely had time to catch your breath. “Twelve, thirteen” you struggled to get out, air in your chest tightening as you felt like your ass was on fire. You wouldn’t be surprised if your ass started smoking from how much heat it was giving off.

“Ready?” he checked in, waiting for your nod to continue. You knew these two would be the hardest yet, and he wouldn’t hold back. Biting your lip, you took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the paddle to hit your sore, cherry red behind. “Brace.”

It was the only warning you got before the hit landed hard on the middle of your cheeks. It stopped the breath in your lungs before you yelped, thighs trembling at the hit. “Four-fourteen” you mumbled, wanting to squirm against his hold, but his grip on your wrist was like durasteel. There was no way you were getting out of it unless he let you.

“Last one” he told you, although you weren’t sure if it was meant to be reassuring or not. He ran the paddle over your behind, and you couldn’t help but moan as the cut out wood caught on your bruised behind. When it suddenly disappeared, you knew it was time.

Taking a deep breath, you cried out as the last hit landed square on the back of your thighs, ensuring that you wouldn’t be able to sit properly tomorrow without some assistance. “Fifteen” you sobbed, burying your tear stained face into his leg.

“Good girl” he praised, running a hand over your flamed cheeks and down your legs. “Took it so well” he soothed, letting you cry it out for a moment before he heard your cries subside. Running his fingers between your legs, he wasn’t surprised to find that he found you slick. “Looks like you enjoyed your punishment more than you let on, neverd’ika” he chuckled darkly, tracing your slit up and down and gathering your wetness. He pushed a finger in, and then two, setting a steady rhythm as he listened to your small whines as your hips shifted against his legs.

Slowly, he lifted you up to stand in front of him, and he couldn’t help but press a kiss to your stomach. “Learnt your lesson yet?” he asked, running his hands over your hips before snaking their way to your breasts. He gave each nipple a quick squeeze before retreating.

“Yes sir, I won’t ever tease you like that again” you replied, ducking your head as he stared between your thighs. It felt like he was stripping you to your bare bones, seeing everything inside of you that made you you. He looked like he wanted to devour you.

“Good, but your punishment isn’t over yet, girl. Get on the bed” he instructed, moving off it and heading over to the toys he had picked out for you both to play with. Grabbing the rope, wand and your favourite vibrator, he placed them all at the end of the bed.

You couldn’t help but gasp as you noticed what he had picked out. You were expecting maybe the rope and the vibrator, he always knew how much you enjoyed playing with that one while he was away, but the wand... What was he planning on doing to you? Was he going to keep edging you all night? Or was he going to push you into overstimulation? You never could tell with Neyo, his plans always a step or two in front of you.

“Sir?”

“Oh, don’t get coy on me now, neverd’ika. You think you could get away with flirting with my vod? A fellow Commander?” he smirked, coming over to tie your hands together. He ran his fingers through the loops, making sure they were just tight enough to keep you in them but loose enough they wouldn’t chafe or bruise. Gathering your wrists, he tied them above your head to the headboard.

It left your chest on clear display, your breasts pushed out and on full view for him. You wouldn’t be able to cover yourself or touch him back when he sucked marks all the way down your chest. Adding to the fact that you wouldn’t be able to scratch him up and dig your nails into him until he moaned, you felt annoyance and a pout coming out. “I said I was sorry!” you snapped, tugging on the restraints pointlessly. They wouldn’t budge an inch.

Neyo scowled, quickly grabbing your jaw and tightening his hold on you, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Cut the attitude!” he growled, squeezing your cheeks slightly. You couldn’t help but feel your breath catch in your throat. Nodding as best as you could, you hoped he could read just how sorry you were for your insolence this evening.

Grunting in acceptance, Neyo released you, kissing down your body and leaving marks over your chest and ribs before pulling away and grabbing another length of rope. This one he used to link your legs to each corner of the bed, spreading them and leaving them exposed to his hungry gaze. He chuckled once more before he looked up at you. “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules” he smirked, as he got off the bed and looked you over.

Holding back a whine, you couldn’t help but wonder what he was going to do with you. Maybe flirting with his vods just to get his attention and a little reaction from him wasn’t the best idea. You hoped he wouldn’t leave you on the edge again all night. That had got to be the worst punishment compared to leaving you twitching and moaning because of every touch from him ruined you for everyone else.

Carefully watching him, he set up the vibrator, pushing it in with a steady minded determination that you knew that whatever he had planned, it would push you to your limit. But that was what Neyo did, he pushed you to your limits before building you back up again, showing you what exactly you were capable of.

You moaned at the feeling of the vibrator filling you, stretching you and brushing against the pleasurable spot within you. Unable to stop it as you tried to buck your hips up towards him. If this was your punishment, you didn’t think you would stop if this was what happened every time.

He stared down at your opening, taking in the fake cock spreading your lips open wide and humming in satisfaction at the small, almost unconscious rocking of your hips down onto the steady thrust of the vibrator inside of you. When he thought you were conveniently distracted, he turned on the vibration to a steady setting. One that set your nerves on fire as you tried to get some kind of motion within you as he held still. Teasing you to your limits before lowering the intensity.

You didn’t think you could take any more, your insides moulding around the vibrator and making you shake against him. But you didn’t give any protests, eager to find out what more your lover had planned.

Neyo lined up the wand, pressing it against your clit. Hearing you gasp as you realised what he was going to do, he raised an eyebrow at you, daring you to complain. “What? Nothing to say? Talked an awful lot back at 79s” he mocked, securing the wand so it wouldn’t move as you did. Without warning he flicked the switch on.

The reaction was instant. Your body locked up, simultaneously running and trying to push yourself against the dual simulations within you. Letting out a loud cry, he quickly climbed up further onto the bed, resting his knees against your side. Fuck, you could feel the vibrator pressing against that spot that drove you mad, hurtling you closer and closer to the edge as it buzzed inside of you. As your clit swelled and hardened underneath the wand’s attention, you couldn’t help but whine his name. It wouldn’t be long before your orgasm would hit you with all the force of a cruise ship.

However, noticing how close you were to the edge, he turned the vibrator down to a lower setting and set the wand in a rhythmic pattern, never leaving you able to predict when it would work it’s magic against you.

“Neyo!” you hissed, furious at him for taking away your orgasm just when you were on the edge.

He growled low in his throat, hand coming to rest around your throat, as his face hovered so close to yours, you could count the gold flecks in his beautiful brown eyes. “Something to say?” he asked, voice dangerously low and he nipped at your bottom lip when you shook your head. “That’s what I thought. You’ll cum when I tell you that you can cum” he snapped, before straddling your chest.

He leant over you, gathering something from the top of the rope that surrounded your wrists. He pressed it into your palm, making sure you had a secure grip on it. “If you want me to stop, pull on this, it’ll release the ropes” he said firmly, making sure you were focused on him and his words.

“Yes sir” you confirmed, knowing that even though this was all a bit of rough and fun, Neyo actually never wanted to hurt you.

“Now, lets fill this mouth so I don’t have to listen to you speak!” he smirked, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before hovering his hard, heavy cock over your mouth. Sticking out your tongue, you took in a deep breath, ready for him to push into you. “Kriff! Such an eager little slut for my cock” he breathed, placing a thumb on your tongue and forcing your mouth wider. Spit collected and dripped down your mouth before Neyo rested the head of his cock on your tongue, slowly pushing it in.

He dropped his head onto his chest, feeling your wet, hot mouth draw him in, the feel of your tongue against his hot length had his eyes slipping close.

Taking the moment to get used to him on your tongue, you felt him push even further into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. It was too soon, and Neyo pulled back to give you a chiding look. Nodding, you began to suck on the tip, running your tongue over the slit and collecting the pre-cum that was already collecting there and running down his length. You really wished you had your hands to stoke up and down his shaft or massaging his balls, or stroking him to completion. Anything to touch him more, but you weren’t allowed. Neyo had made sure of that.

Reaching back behind him, Neyo took control of the vibrator, pushing and thrusting it into you while you sucked on his cock. The moans you were making echoed along his cock, sending pleasure pooling low in his core, pressure building as he kept the vibrator hitting that spot inside of you.

Looking down at you, he could see the glazed expression in your eye, as he pushed further and further into your mouth. He kept the vibrator on the same setting but returned his hand into your hair, guiding you into taking more of his cock into your welcoming mouth. Drool dripped down his balls as you whimpered around him. Kriff! You looked fucking perfect like this.

“Wonder what my brothers would say if they could see you now? Just look at you, choking on my cock” Neyo growled, thrusting his hips even deeper into you. You tugged on your restraints, wishing that you could touch him. Squeeze his hips and beg for mercy from him. He closed his eyes at the sound of you gagging, enjoying the way you constricted around him.

Unable to help it you let out a sob as he pulled out, the dual sensation of being filled by both his cock and the vibrator in your cunt, the wand pressing into your clit and keeping you on the edge was just starting to be too much. You wanted to cum, needed to feel the release that had been hanging over your head all night. Bucking your hips down, you couldn’t get the movement you needed and you let out another frustrated cry.

“Poor baby, look at how much she wants to cum” Neyo mocked, thrusting his cock back into your welcoming mouth, setting a pace that was hurtling him closer and closer to his own release. “”Kriff!” he hissed, and you watched as his jaw muscle twitched above you as he fought with himself. Wanting to get him back for all the teasing he had been doing to you, you hummed around him, trying to push him over the edge as he tried to control himself.

Neyo growled, eyes instantly glaring down at you before he pulled out of your mouth. “Want to play games, girl? Fine!” he snarled, climbing off your chest.

You gasped, thighs automatically trying to close but the ties kept them open. Landing a swift hit to your outer thigh, you yelped, throat feeling sore and well used. “Commander, I-” you rasped, voice hoarse from the rough treatment of his cock.

He chuckled, shaking his head before he turned off the vibrator and pulled it from your clenching cunt. He watched as a thin trail of arousal connected you to the toy before it broke and fell between you on the sheets. “Want me to cum, neverd’ika? I’ll cum, but I’m deciding where” he promised, climbing between your legs and pushing your thighs a little wider to make room for himself. “I’m going to fucking ruin you” he hissed, slamming his cock inside you with one thrust.

Crying out at his rough intrusion, you fought against the ties that was holding you to the headboard, hips bucking up into his to try and feel more of him. It was a hopeless task, he was already balls deep in you and fucking you like it was going to be the last thing he did in this galaxy. You didn’t think you could take his pounding for long, already clenching and tightening around him as you felt ecstasy flood your body.

That was until he pressed the wand to your clit, turning up the speed. An inhuman scream left your lips as Neyo held the wand to you, fucking into you with deep, rough jabs of his hips. “FUCK!” you shouted, tears brimming in your eyes as the explosion of your nerves. “Neyo please!” you whined, not sure if you wanted to move away or press closer to him.

“You can take it, you’ve done it before!” he groaned, slamming his hips into yours, beginning to lose his rhythm. He felt your inner muscles tremble around him and he reached up, gripping your jaw and forcing you to meet his eyes. “Don’t you fucking cum. Only when I say” he grunted, pressing the wand harder into your abused bud.

“Please, please! Neyo, I’m gonna cum” you begged, hoping he’d take mercy on you and give you the permission you needed to fall over the edge.

Neyo couldn’t help but slam his hips into you a few more times before he found his release, spurting his warm seed inside of your clenching and tightening walls, letting you drain him of all that he had. All the while he kept the buzzing wand on you, never letting up even as your cries and begging echoed in his ears.

“Say it” he ordered, voice barely giving away how he felt like he was boneless, completely exhausted from his orgasm. “Say what I want to hear and you can cum” he promised, landing kisses along your chest. His lips and soft kisses adding even more to your pleasure addled brain.

“Yours… only yours” you gasped out, fists clenching as your vision blurred with your tears.

“Good girl, cum for me” he ordered, thrusting his oversensitive cock further into you as you exploded around him at his words. Your cunt clenched tight, your body stiffening as heat rushed through you, finally able to have your release after all the pleasure he had wrung out of you. Your vision whited out and you felt your legs tremble at the waves of your orgasm washed over you.

Slowly, and with great reluctance you opened your eyes, you noticed Neyo’s small smile hovering over you. He kissed your head gently, before reaching up to untie the ropes around your wrists. Gently, he massaged the stiff muscles, making sure to keep his touches light as he checked you over. When he was sure your hands and arms were okay, he untied the rest of your restraints, making sure to encourage blood back to the area and checking you over.

“Here, baby” he murmured, taking the forgotten glass of water from the side and helping you to sit up against him to drink it.

The water was like a cool balm against your throat, and you couldn’t help but moan at the sensation of it going down and soothing the hoarse feeling. “Good girl, slow sips” he instructed, brushing your sweaty hair away from your face and helping you to take a few more sips. When you had finished the glass, he put it on the side, wrapping an arm around your waist as he brought you closer into his chest. “Want some more?” he asked, trailing soft fingers up and down your arm. You shook your head, just wanting him to hold you close for now.

“Alright, pretty girl, lets lie down for a bit before we hit the refresher” he murmured, guiding you to lie further down the bed and into his arms. He would hold you for a while before continuing with looking after you. He would also need to put some bacta on your ass cheeks before you went to sleep.

You sighed, feeling safe and warm and secure whenever he held you like this. Nothing in the world could harm you if you had Neyo next to you. Wrapping yourself around him, you couldn’t help but feel the wonderful ache of a good night with him. Your ass stung, your legs felt like jelly and there was a delicious ache from between your legs.

“Did good?” you mumbled into him, rubbing your nose against his collarbone, seeking his reassurance.

“Did perfect, neverd’ika. My perfect, good girl” he praised, smiling into your hair. If anybody saw him, they would have thought he had gone crazy, been reprogrammed or something. Marshal Commander Neyo did not smile, nor did he cuddle. But for you, he would always make an exception. He would always soften those hard edges that kept him alive on the battlefield because you were the only good think in this karking war. Everyday, he yearned for your warm smiles and teasing looks. Just the feel of your skin against his was enough for him to lose his mind.

“They’re all out on scouting missions, sir,” the trooper said nervously.

Neyo nodded shortly, then turned back to you. “You, medic. Grab a medkit. You’re coming with me.”

It galled you slightly that he hadn’t bothered to learn your name, even though he had refused to allow any of the other medics in the 91st treat him since the first time you’d patched him up months ago, but given that he was one of the highest-ranking clones in the GAR, you weren’t about to call him out.

“Yes, sir,” you replied, quickly sealing the laceration with a spray bandage. Luckily, you were nearly finished treating him before the trooper had interrupted; otherwise, you had no doubt the commander would have simply shoved his bucket back onto his bloody head and jumped on a BARC speeder.

You shrugged the heavy medpack onto your back and followed Neyo to a BARC speeder with an auxiliary stretcher, watching him nervously, dread swirling in your gut.

“Well?” he asked, his tone clipped and impatient.

“I’m not speeder trained, sir. Sorry, sir,” you admitted, hoping that he wouldn’t reassign you to a different unit as he tended to do when his subordinates weren’t up to his frankly unrealistic standards.

His sigh was audible through his helmet’s speaker. “Climb on the back.”

“Sir?” you asked, startled. It was going to be one hell of a tight fit on a speeder designed for one.

“Secure the medpack to the bike and get the kriff on,” he growled. “We don’t have all day.”

“Yes, sir,” you said, snapping rigidly to attention.

You squeezed in behind him, trying very hard not to think about the way his hips pressed your thighs open, or the way his strong back felt against your chest as you wrapped your arms around him and hung on for dear life. The BARC speeder was unbelievably fast, and the landscape whizzed by in a dizzying blur as Neyo expertly navigated to CT-2639’s last known position. The bike turned abruptly, and you unconsciously tightened your arms harder around his torso. He dropped his hand briefly from the controls and settled it over yours, adjusting your position so you gripped his belt instead of the slick plastoid of his chestplate, then raised it back to the handlebar.

The bike slowed as you approached your destination, sweeping the terrain for any sign of the missing sentry. A flash of white and red plastoid at the bottom of a ravine drew Neyo’s eye.

“There.”

The speeder came to a halt, and you jumped off, grabbing the medpack and running to the downed trooper. He was unconscious, but his vitals were strong enough—for the moment—and Neyo helped you stabilize his spine as you carefully transferred and secured the patient to the stretcher on the side of the BARC.

“Bike isn’t powerful enough to carry three,” Neyo said as he mounted the speeder.

You nodded in understanding. “Yes, sir. I’ll make my way back on foot. He needs more care than I can give him here, and the base medics are equipped for it.”

“Negative. Hold position here. I’ll send someone to extract you.”

“Yes, sir.” You hesitated, and Neyo looked up at you, his helmet blocking his expression—not that you’d ever been particularly good at reading the commander’s cold, hard eyes. “What’s his name?”

Neyo was silent for a beat. “Boey.” His helmet tilted as he surveyed you from head to toe, as if suddenly realizing he was about to ditch you in an active war zone without armor or weapons. He handed you his DC-15 and climbed back onto the speeder. “Try not to get killed.”

Luckily, no battle droids appeared to ruin your day. You didn’t have to wait long before you heard the whine of a speeder approaching your position, but you were surprised to see not one, but two BARCs appear, and one of them was the commander himself. He drew to a halt, and you immediately surrendered the blaster to him. The other trooper looked back and forth between you and Neyo, but stayed silent.

“Boey?” you asked.

“He’ll make it,” Neyo replied, sliding forward to make space for you. “Get on.”

You obeyed, feeling very thankful that it was a short trip to the base as you once again straddled Neyo’s hips and tried to think unsexy thoughts. 

For kriff’s sake, he doesn’t even know my name. He’s kind of a dick. Why am I like this? Maybe when he reassigns me for not having achieved every single karking qualification in the GAR, I’ll end up in the 212th—if I’m going to have an unprofessional and inappropriate crush on a superior officer, Commander Cody seems like a nice, safe choice. Why do I always seem to go for the dicks? Some mysteries may never be solved.

Neyo started up the speeder and took off at top speed, leaving the other BARC trooper behind to secure the position. Unfortunately for your sanity, it seemed that Neyo had decided to inspect the entire perimeter, because there was no sign of the base anywhere, and the ride seemed interminable. As you gradually became accustomed to the speed of the bike, you tore your eyes away from the center of his back and began to look around at the landscape as you hurtled through the air.

It was actually a beautiful planet, when there wasn’t an active battle going on. Neyo drew the bike to a halt at the edge of a cliff with a stunning view out over the lush forest. He pulled off his helmet and set it on the bike, then dismounted, holding out his hand to assist you off the speeder.

When you met his eyes, they were as hard, cold, and unreadable as ever, and you couldn’t help wondering if he’d decided to just dropkick you off the cliff instead of bothering with the hassle of reassignment paperwork. Well, if this view was the last thing you ever saw, you couldn’t deny that it was breathtaking.

“What is this place?” you asked, unable to keep the awe out of your voice.

“Western perimeter. Cliff provides a natural defense.”

You looked down over the cliff and immediately regretted your decision, feeling dizzy and lightheaded at the distance to the bottom. You swayed dangerously, and Neyo grabbed you by the waist and pulled you back from the edge, your back colliding with his armored chest.

“Damn, that’s a… hell of a drop,” you managed to say. 

“Mm-hmm,” he agreed, his voice low and close to your ear.

You couldn’t resist asking, “Is this where you dispose of medics who don’t know how to ride speeders?” 

“What?” You felt his head turn as he observed you closely. “Why the kriff would I expect a medic to be BARC speeder certified? Do you know how much training BARC troopers have?”

You cleared your throat, trying not to dwell on how very, very close he was; or the deep, quiet rumble of his voice next to your ear; or the way his hands still rested on your waist. “So… you’re not going to reassign me?”

“I should,” he said quietly.

Your heart plummeted and your stomach twisted. You stared down at the ground in front of you, desperately trying to hide your embarrassment and disappointment.

One of his hands slid forward, flattening over your belly and pulling your body back against him. You felt the rough fabric of his glove move softly across your jaw as he tilted your face toward him with his other hand. His thumb brushed your lips, and then his hand drifted down to rest at the base of your throat, your pulse racing wildly beneath the gentle pressure.

“I shouldn’t—” His lips were so close to yours that you felt his breath ghost over your skin as he spoke. “—with a subordinate…”

You couldn’t tear your gaze away from his mouth. It was all you could see as you whispered, “You’re a marshal commander. Everyone is your subordinate.”

He drew a shallow breath, but made no move to close the tiny distance between you. The moment stretched out unbearably, until at last you could no longer resist the temptation. The tip of your tongue barely grazed the corner of his mouth before he snapped, crashing his lips into yours, clutching your body against his as though, if he only held you tightly enough, he could feel your warmth through the cold, unyielding plastoid of his armor. He kissed you with a passion that left you breathless and reeling, and when at last his lips parted from yours, he nuzzled your face gently as he whispered your name.

“Wait…” you breathed. “You know my name?”

For the first time since you’d met him, Neyo smiled. “I’ve always known.”

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Neyo:

Neyo pretends to hate everything but in reality?

He isn’t THAT hateful

He loves animals

But don’t you dare tell anyone

Your love for them rubs off on him is all!! That’s all!!

You’ve seen his bunny slippers and fuzzy animal socks. He’s fooling no one.

Neyo has a love for other species, in an admiration way

He is a secret nerd after all

So when it comes to animals he’s very interested

So your love for them is not a solo one

You can bring home loth cats or whatever strays you want

Neyo will act all grumpy and pissy

But secretly? He’ll love the new friend you brought along

Neyo will listen to whatever you have to say about whatever animal

Sometimes even engaging in the conversations!!

Neyo will love on every animal you two come across

Just don’t say anything or he’ll get grumpy

One day you bring him a stray evil looking loth cat thats fucking ancient

It’s missing an eye and half and ear and Neyo falls in love

Neyo names her “Killer”

So all in all, Neyo doesn’t mind at all if you’re an animal lover!!

He loves them too, just secretly.

Bacara:

This beefy motherfucker?? Having feelings about more than just you and his railgun muscles??

More likely than you think.

He isn’t into animals like Neyo is

But if you LOVE animals then he supposes he can grow to like them a bit more

He’ll accept all the odd strays you bring in

Only complaining once you bring in more than three

“No we can’t keep every dirty ass animal you find on the street”

You guys end up becoming foster parents to strays

Rehabilitating them and all that

Feeding kittens and helping hurt and traumatized animals is really good for your marine

Mr. Shows-No-Emotion does crack some smiles and chuckles with the animals

Soon not just you and working out makes him happy, animals do too

Your love for animals spreads to this man like a virus

And Bacara does not mind at all

His favorite is an anooba puppy whos all black with white markings

His name is Railgun, aka Rail

You hate the name but Bacara thinks its fucking hilarious.

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It’s not as though Neyo would shout or scream, no - as already established, he could count the amount of times he’d completely lost his temper on less than five fingers. Nonetheless, Neyo’s iced glare was blood congealing at the best of times, but when there was a flicker behind the irises? Nothing was worth the risk of igniting the fuse. 

He knew that skipping evening rations wasn’t the most sensible idea, but his stomach twisted with too much indignation for him to notice its rumbling. He was too agitated to sit still and eat; the events of the day uprooting his patience even long after they’d left Ord Mantel. 

They needn't have bothered in the first place; the Protodeka plans were so in their infancy that not even their original creator likely had a chance of replicating the defunct weaponry. Once again, the GAR’s intel had been wrong. He should be somewhat used to failure by now he scolded himself, as if the self demeaning jest could make it sting less. 

[Flashback: 15 minutes ago]

Bacara had been able to shrug it off, literally, exiting the customary debrief with a nonchalant pat to Neyo’s shoulder and a grunted “shit happens tat.” Neyo, always the more serious of the two, had scowled through his visor at his brother’s retreating back, followed by the floor. 

Sulking was definitely unbefitting of a Marshal Commander, yet Neyo had trusted his movements to be subtle enough to avoid detection as he silently cursed himself, and then every intel officer he could name.

“He’s right you know, some things are beyond even your control.” A soft, even tone breezed.  

He’d kriffing forgot about Gallia, the General so tranquil that she merged with the air particles themselves, so well that he hadn’t even noticed her lingering presence. 

Karking Jedi. 

He slumped at her words, gentle reassurance being the last thing he needed, turning around to observe her leaning against the holotable. One tanned hand rested atop said table, while the other formed a fist in the crook of her cocked hip. A single brow raised to accentuate the twinkle in her cobalt eyes. 

It was odd how easily they would relax in each others presence - though Neyo never dropped formalities, he knew he could and did speak his mind before her.  

Kenobi once joked to Gallia, when Neyo was in earshot, that they were a good match. Neyo had soon learned why, Gallia’s candid seriousness was legendary and her cynicism almost rivalled that of Mundi. Neyo was one of the rare few blessed with witnessing her rapid snark and dry humour, and sometimes it was enough for him to share a sarcastic remark of his own. They wouldn’t laugh, but she’d offer a grin and his lips would curl. It wasn’t friendship, but they had an understanding. Respect was mutual.

He actually admired Gallia, she didn’t lose herself in floating whimsical ideology like most Jedi, and though she understood that the mission had to come first, she valued life above all other things. Neyo and his men often her top prerogative. 

If he had a choice, he would choose her above all Jedi. 

“Try not to be too hard on yourself.” Gallia continued.  

“I...” Neyo began, ready to voice his curses aloud.

“Or the boys.” She interrupted with a smile. “That’s an order Commander.” 

He huffed at that, shaking his head and offering an affirmative nod as his lips lifted beneath his bucket. “Sir.”

[End Flashback]

His temper already started waning before she’d dismissed him, though the agitation lingered, hence his present marching tempo. He hadn’t even realised where he was headed until he stepped into the hanger, instinct guiding him to relief when logic couldn’t conjure it. 

Ideally he should have stopped at his quarters first, extracted the sand from his scruff and scrubbed away the stale sweat with lukewarm water rations, but she was almost in sight already; her heat signature beckoning him through his visor.   

It was her solo evening shift, not particularly busy - just routine checks and on call maintenance, standard enough that he couldn’t really justify scolding WAC for chattering away at her like he was now. 

They were discussing stars of all things, Astrid insisting to the disbelieving little droid that her favourite type of star was a white dwarf. 

“I’ve never understood the sentient obsession with burning balls of gas, but dying burning balls of gas? You’re missing a few circuits Astrid.” WAC muttered as he totted his unbalanced legs to hand Astrid a wrench.    

She took the comment, like everything, with good humour and her giggles caressed the walls and warmed his ears as Neyo lifted his helm. Their easy interaction generated a tidal wave of nostalgia, adoration filling his heart as his mind wondered to his and Astrid’s first conversations.

They hadn’t really shared any more moments in the hanger since they’d become an item, occasionally he’d meet her at the end of a shift and walk her to either of their rooms - always at night; in empty corridors. 

The necessity of secrecy went without saying, he was a Clone; a sub-citizen - well not even a citizen actually. He was a tool of the Republic. Professionalism also prevented Neyo from bothering her at work. However, in moments like this, when agitation had threatened to rupture his sanity, he knew seeking her was the only preventative. Slowly, he was learning to trust her, open himself and let her absolve his doubts in her own ineffable way. 

Plus, he’d promised this morning that he’d find her. 

He dropped his bucket onto the seat of a nearby BARC, leaning against it and watching fondly as she insisted to his troublesome droid that white dwarfs were beautiful. He should make himself known, ideally by scolding them both for getting distracted on the job - but, that was nothing new for the little shithead and at least Astrid was multi-tasking. On a less professional note; he’d be lying if he denied that he found his two little trouble-makers amusing to watch. 

It was the light chuckle escaping Neyo that betrayed his surveillance; a reaction to Astrid almost tripping over an animated WAC as she reached to retrieve some wire-cutters. Shocked, wide eyes caught his as she steadied herself, soon morphing into glassy pits of joy. “Hey you.” 

“Hey mesh’la.” He answered, his eyes crinkling with the wry smile he offered. 

Her brows soon furrowed with concern, bottom lip jutting slightly as she took him in properly. “What’s wrong?” She asked gently, like speaking to an equus in flight. 

Astrid’s uncanny ability to read him was strengthening at a rate that astounded him. In all honesty the fact that she could distinguish his standard cold visage from an actual bad mood was nothing short of bewildering, let alone when he purposefully tried to hide it.  

Dropping his mouth back into a tight line, Neyo shook his head and looked down before huffing. “Long day. Shit day.” He looked up again, meeting her understanding gaze and leant back against the BARC once more.

“Did he - that other Commander say anything...?

“No.” Neyo interrupted with an amused pant. “That’s just Bac, he’s a bastard but he meant nothing by it.”

“Commander Bacara is a bastard. Impatient, moody and just urgh.”  WAC continued, finishing with a shake of his head and a noise resembling blurting.  

Astrid’s eyes immediately lit up with recognition. “Ohhh, so he’s that Bacara?” She asked with excited wonder, immaculately shaped brows almost hitting her hairline. “Your fellow mean girl? Best friend in the whole galaxy?”

“Still can’t believe you made me watch that.” He muttered first. “Yeah, him.” Neyo chuckled lightly.

“He’s a pain in the shebs!” Exclaimed the pet rust bucket. 

“You know, he doesn’t like you either you little shit.” Neyo fired down at the indignant droid.

“I know. That’s why I follow him everywhere.” WAC answered smugly, proud little clampers forming fists on his hips.  

Neyo had to grin at that, shaking his head and meeting Astrid’s twinkling eyes as her shoulders shook with the effort not to laugh. “What’s a shebs?” She giggled.

“Ass.” Neyo and WAC deadpanned in unison, causing her to laugh more.

“And mesh’la?” She asked, softer and more cautiously, though the smile remained. 

Neyo’s heart stopped for a moment, suddenly he felt embarrassed and a little ashamed. It wasn’t a bad word - of course not! It’s just - well, as far as pet names go, it’s a little common, unimpressive and maybe even crude? There were so many amazing components to Astrid and he didn’t fixate solely on her beauty, though it was breathtaking. She was beautiful, that’s a fact. But the way she talked was beautiful too, her dedication to her work, her sense of humour, her naivety in her ability to care for everyone she met, her stubbornness in loving him. Everything about her was beautiful. But, those are words he can’t and never could articulate, and as he was forced to answer her, waves of inadequacy flooded his lungs. “Beautiful.” He rasped, holding her gaze with his last shred of dignity. 

As he watched her cheeks darken, he thought he had offended her, an apology ready on his tongue until she smiled. 

Actually, to say she smiled was incommensurate. She kriffing beamed with enough radiation to illuminate the hanger, her teeth flashing delightedly in contrast against her red lipstick. As she blushed harder, he could feel the weight of the day leaving him; merely being with her made everything better, and she wasn’t close enough. 

His legs reacted before his mind caught up, striding over to her in three quick motions and trapping her against the work bench as he fused his mouth to hers, uncaring as he smudged the scarlet paint over both of their faces. He brought his hands to cradle her face as his teeth pulled on her plush, bottom lip, and she gripped his shoulders to pull herself on her toes to reach him. 

He needed her closer still, dragging her up and pushing her to sit on the bench and stepping between her legs as they wove around his middle. He almost buckled at the heat between themselves, impossibly hot through layers of armour and cloth. 

She steadied herself by holding his shoulders, panting and whimpering erratically. With one hand cupping the side of his face, she used her thumb to trace his tattoo. Shuddering, he moved his assault to her neck, pulling her jumpsuit aside to reach her collarbone and she gripped his hips impossibly tighter with her legs. 

Neyo pulled away from her pretty skin, leaving a spit glistened bruise as he growled over his shoulder. “WAC, get out.” He didn’t even bother to watch WAC leave, immediately using his teeth to graze the shell of her ear before finding her mouth again. 

She whined, gripping his hair as he palmed her breasts roughly over her jumpsuit - and he grunted lowly at the feel, subconsciously thrusting against her heat. He could feel her nipples pebble through the cloth and he twisted them sharply, causing her to cry out into his mouth, their teeth clacking together for a moment. Yet, it was when he thrusted again in response, gripping her behind to pull her flush, that he knew they had to stop. They were too exposed here, the likelihood of being caught was low but it was still a possibility. Mortification aside, they’d both risk losing their jobs; and for him that would be fatal. 

With one last squeeze to her behind, he regretfully and reluctantly unlocked his lips from hers. He dragged his mouth to her temple, pressing a tender kiss against the delicate flesh there before tucking her head under his chin, holding her as she shuddered and inhaled his stale sweat and the faint lingering cologne. He really regretted not showering now. 

“Missed you.” She murmured into his neck, causing his chest to swell as he ran his hands along her back.

I missed you too

It remained unspooken as he held her tighter, her voice vibrating along his pulse point as she spoke again. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Much better now, mesh’la”. He rasped with an undeniable conviction.

She pulled back, picking up his huge hands in her tiny, firm grip. They were calloused from her work, though nowhere near as badly as his, and he groved his thumbs into her palms to alleviate the stiffness. Humming in response, she lifted his wrist to her mouth and pressed a faint kiss against his racing pulse. She smiled sweetly, hair askew and lips swollen. “Good.” 

“Good.” A distinct, nasal voice crashed into existence from behind Neyo’s shoulders, causing him to whip round and face it’s origin with blazing eyes and bared teeth.

“WAC!”

[Break]

Less than four hours had passed since he’d bade his farewells to Astrid, and his shit-for-nothing little droid, but he was already itching to see her again. He’d  broken regulation ever so slightly, by revealing the final outcome of his brief with Bac and the Generals well before the official announcement; that they’d be docking at Coruscant for two nights.  

Shore leave was the unexpected, but not unwelcome, benefit of postponing their repairs for so long. The superficial damage inflicted on The Perseverance, during the incident at The Valor station, had been not so gradually deteriorating the hull’s integrity.   

Normally two days of planet-side repairs would be ample time for Neyo to catch up with whoever else happened to be on leave, sleep in a slightly roomier bunk and catch up on some report work before he got too restless. But this time was undoubtedly different, time already felt borrowed. 

Astrid would also be given shore leave, as would all civvies, but her next rotation of standard leave would be commencing soon anyway. In just two days, he’d board alone, and he won’t see her for another week - and even then that’s schedule dependant. 

Neyo knows that he shouldn’t dwell now, she had been so excited by the news; excited enough to decide she would try and book a transport to Nabbo on the second evening. A few days with her mother should do her some good, it wasn’t a bond he could comprehend still; parent and child, but he would be a dick to let his sour feelings dampen her mood.  

It was especially hard to keep scowling at the inevitable when Astrid had immediately invited him to stay at her apartment for those two nights. He felt giddy in all honesty, the privacy and just spending time together without looking over their shoulders would be a welcome change. 

On the other hand, his stomach fluttered with nerves and there was an anxious knot in his throat. What - what if he did something wrong? Yes, he’d stayed in her room - even hid in her shower cubicle for almost thirty minutes when her roommate dropped by unexpectedly to retrieve something forgotten. But this was her actual home; her own personal and private space; a place filled with all her belongings in the galaxy; a place she’d painted with care and given character to. 

He’d never been to someones home, yeah he’d visited The Temple, other Command bunks and barracks, but never visited a home. This was new territory, there could be some obvious rules of decorum or stupid Hapan/Nabboian tradition he knew nothing of until it was too late.   

It was too late, he’d finished his landing brief and Neyo’s brisk pace to the hanger allowed little time for dawdling. 

The sun was just starting to set when he reversed his BARC out to the landing pad, it was barely evening and the darkening sky, surrounded by a blanket of crisp air did little more than indicate the impending Winter. Apparently, it was Spring on Nabbo.  

He didn’t risk inputting Astrid’s address into the mini nav, if he forgot to clear it it could bring up all sorts of questions, instead, he was forced to rely on street signs and landmarks she tried to describe. Chuckling internally, he noted that Astrid had little to know sense of direction. 

The low winter sun threatened to pierce his visor, the rays insistent and exposing flecks of dried dust and old streaks of rain on every window he passed. Finally, he spotted the name of her apartment building on a partially rusted sign.

The overall building was older than he’d expected, it wasn’t too rundown, there was little evidence of any restorative works but clearly, it was well maintained. 

Parking discreetly and dismounting, he strode to the entrance, the doors were unlocked which immediately raised alarm bells. She lived modestly on the Mid-levels, though it was still lower than he’d like, crime was rife and a broken door/intercom system would invite trouble. He’d need to get her to message her landlord before she left. 

The interior halls were dated, but still bright with bold, simple patterns on contrasting colours. Quirky, Astrid would call this - or is it cooky? 

He resisted jogging as he climbed the stairs, though he did hop over the last three steps at the sound of her voice travelling down the landing. Floating purposefully towards the lilt, he found Astrid. Dressed in rough trousers and yet another striped jumper - though it was slightly less baggy than usual, hanging pleasantly off one shoulder. She was chatting animatedly to an elderly Nautolan stood in the frame of the opposite apartment. 

He hovered statuesquely, for just a split second, before the Nautolan detected Neyo’s awkward presence and heaved her plump, sage body in his direction. She pursed her emerald lips as she silently studied him, a bit affronted, she placed both of her hands on rounded hips and cocked her head - one tendril lifting as if to ask for an explanation. 

He opened his mouth to fabricate an excuse, but Astrid beat him to it. 

“Neyo!” She all but screeched as she launched her self at him, gripping his hand and dragging him over to a more relaxed Nautolan. “This is Mrs Rhig, best neighbour in Coruscant.” Astrid panted, out of breath from her mini sprint but smiling without restraint. 

He stretched his hand hesitantly to shake, Mrs Rhig grasping it firmly as her eyes lit with recognition...and dare he say mischief? Definitely mischief, as he was soon pulled flush against the creases of her blouse and gripped in a fierce embrace. Neyo’s spine was as rigid as a plank when she finally released him, only to grab the little amount of plump flesh on his cheek between her thumb and forefinger. “Such a lovely young man this boy is!” Mrs Rhig bellowed. “And what a wonderful job you do! Keeping us all safe - you wait right here!” She insisted with heavily accented joy, disappearing into her own apartment. 

Neyo turned to Astrid in stunned bewilderment, his arms still tensed at his sides. Astrid tried, and failed, to hide her amusement. “She seems to like you.” 

Neyo huffed, a bit put out at the intrusion. “You told her?” He asked directly, not unkindly but the accusation of carelessness seeped into his tone. 

Astrid shook her head slowly, a tight lipped smile still gracing her pretty face. “Nope, she’s just perceptive - I probably shouldn’t have jumped up at you like that. I’m sorry.” Her voice fell a bit at that and he didn’t have the will to scold her. 

“As long as she’s discreet.” He murmured, squeezing Astrid’s hand.   

She raised herself to her tiptoes, seeking his lips, dropping quickly when Mrs Rhig burst back through the door frame. She was armed with a plate of square cakes and tray-bakes, hollering instructions that the two of them were wasting away, and that Astrid knew fine well her name is “Wi, not Mrs Rhig.”

It felt like an eternity had passed before the old fart shuffled her saggy behind back into her own flat. Cheeks still rosy from the interruption, and her own turn at being assaulted by Wi, Astrid bent to collect the two bags at her feet. They were both made of several colours of stringy yarn, and woven to create a netted bag. The material was coarse in Neyo’s hands when he moved Astrid aside to carry them for her, noticing that one had another bag inside of it, so as to stop the contents spilling out the gaps. 

She smiled gratefully at the action, though only after rolling her eyes playfully. As a small act of revenge, he swatted her backside as she led him into her apartment. 

The corridor was narrow enough that he felt as though his shoulders were touching the navy walls, reminding himself that her landlord let her paint, and she chose the colour because it reminded her of summer night skies on Nabbo. He didn’t have to squeeze himself along too far before the hall opened into a small kitchenette and lounge. The cabinets were neatly brushed black, but he could tell she’d fitted new handles herself because they were so uneven. There was a small round table to match the counters, covered with another homemade cloth and topped with some chipped, mismatched candle sticks. 

In fact, almost every surface had either an artificial succulent or candle on it. Her coffee table and sideboard being the worst offenders; and Neyo was genuinely concerned if he didn’t tiptoe he’d knock things over in the tiny space. But even that didn’t help as his head collided with a plant hanging from a rope and hook on the ceiling. How someone so tiny could accumulate so much shit was beyond him. 

His eyes met hers at the sound of her laughter. She was leaning against the back of a turquoise sofa, the cushions patterned with shapes of mustard, fuchsia and orange aside a worn blanket - not unlike the ones in her bunk, thrown over the arm. 

At least the things in this place matched, unlike her eye-killing bunk aboard The Perseverance. 

He moved his eyes to her face, her back was to the open window and the setting sun coloured the few strands escaping her bun a golden amber. They fluttered in wisps against sharp cheekbones on an impossibly soft countenance. The space was truly Astrid; bright, boisterous, unapologetically unique but above all, welcoming. He could envision himself snuggled on that sofa, the fleecy throw warming their laps, he even dared imagine bare feet digging into the plush white rug. Things he had never dreamt, never wanted until he met her, things that were now suddenly a possibility. 

She started to close the windows, shutting the curtains against the glare of outside - firmly canceling out the intrusive rays from both of their lives. The room settled with the last remnants of the evening breeze, the air around his ankles dissipating into heat. It was cosy. 

He dropped her bags carefully onto the countertop which faced the back of the sofa. He moved to straighten one, the contents threatening to spill as it toppled with it’s weight, Astrid crossed the room briskly and stopped him with her hand. She furrowed her brows and worried her lip between her teeth nervously. “I - I er, got you some...things.” 

“Things?” He prompted, desperately trying not to sound too blunt. 

“Yeah, I erm, thought you would well...” She shuffled around him, trailing off into a whisper, resuming once more as she rummaged through one of the bags. “It’s just - you don’t own pyjamas and you’re always in armour or uniform and I just wanted you to be comfortable - relax, for once.” Astrid stammered, holding out a pile of soft clothing. 

He was stunned. Not counting the odd round at 79s, nobody had ever gotten him a gift, not least something that so much care and thought had gone into. The fact that she actively considered something as trivial as his comfort was so gut wrenching that he couldn’t meet her eyes for a moment, too afraid of the raw emotion she would see. He felt his lip quiver for a fraction. 

“You don’t have to!” Astrid suddenly yelped, sounding much more frightened than he’d ever have her be with him. “I know you’re proud of your armour - and I am too - proud of you that is, I just - you don’t have to accept - I can -”

“Mesh’la.” He interrupted, only a fraction before his heart cracked, and the contents poured through his ribcage. “I like them, no - no one has ever gotten me anything before.” He found himself more breathing the words than speaking them, too touched to dare raise them into his usual monotone. 

When he stepped forward, he honestly only intended to press a gentle kiss of thanks against her mouth, ghosting the words over her lips as he did, but he found himself pressing back for a second taste of her balm. Then he was breathing the words against her jaw; her neck; her shoulder. It was when he found her honeyed lips again, her soft breath dangling the ambrosia before his senses as they parted, that he was lost.  

He surged, his lips eclipsing her own before sucking her bottom lip into his mouth and biting down lightly. He brought his hands to her hips, sliding down to cup her behind with one and caressing her back with the other. He glided his tongue into her sweet mouth, her own immediately dancing with his - her hands found his hair and pulled insistently as he gripped her ass harder. 

Soon, Astrid began none too subtly pulling at his vambraces, and he quickly shucked his upper armour - a task made extra difficult when she started pressing open mouthed kisses to his neck and jaw.

He groaned defeatedly as the last of his upper plates fell, and she sucked firmly at his neck, her tongue then tracing the thick vien there. Her hands found his belt and he helped her pull it from his waist before he snatched it, throwing it on the floor without care.

He raced in time with his own pulse, gripping her waist and twisting them both so that she fell over the arm of the sofa, her back meeting the seat before he crawled over - quickly shedding his boots.

She gasped softly as he found her mouth again, though hurriedly parting to rid her of the jumper. Her creamy shoulders and fucking perfect tits were adorned in moss green lace, his hands soon covered the cups and he gripped roughly at her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. He bent down, pulling them with his teeth through the fabric and suckling damp patches into the lace. She whimpered beautifully and he pulled the cups down to properly lick at her nipples, alternating between each and keeping the other attended with his hand.

She sighed in relief when his tongue met her bare flesh, Neyo flicked his eyes up devilishly in turn as he slowly ran the length of it up the slope of her breast, then caressing her pebbled tit with gentle wet circles before repeating the motion on the other. Twice more, on each, before he sucked harshly, unrelenting again her encouraging gasps as his free hand unbuttoned her trousers.

"There's sheaths in the bag -"

"Fuck Astrid, I've waited too long to rush this." He groaned against her chest, his dick almost snapping as it protested - pressing dramatically against his crotch-plate.

His finger met her clothed mound, already soaking her underwear as he pulled back, dragging her pants down her legs, watching her sit up to unfasten her bra herself. He huffed unevenly as he watched her tits spill free, and he discarded his own shirt so he could feel them against his chest as he moved to claim her mouth again. 

Her legs wove around his middle, the clothed slick of her cunt rubbing against his crotch as he kissed her deeply. 

She wined as he pulled back, the soft peaks of her breasts rising and falling rhythmically as he gripped the waistband of her knickers, slowly dragging them down her legs to reveal her glistening cunt. Neyo barely suppressed a deep groan as the flesh was revealed, his nostrils flaring as he pulled the lace over her ankles.  Agonisingly slow and finishing with a kiss just below one as he held it in his hot palm.

Maintaining eye contact, and feeding off her impatient whimpers, he gently trailed kisses up her smooth, snowshone leg, stopping at her inner thigh. Finally, he rose up on his knees and dragged a finger along her outer lips.  

He could hear the whine building up in her throat, her teeth clasping her lip and her shoulders trembled with anticipation. Neyo would have felt smug if he didn't immediately shudder at the wetness he found.

The weighted air pushed against his back, as if encouragingly, even more so than the dew drop of sweat trailing down Astrid's neck, gathering in the dip of her prominent collar bone.

With precision, he united his slicked middle fingers to press firmly against her, rubbing at her clit through her last barrier. When he eventually allowed a digit to part her folds and circle it properly, she moaned aloud.

It was all the motivation he needed, but he still didn't speed up, even as her hips softly bucked upwards. Her chest was heaving gorgeously, so he lent down to take her breast into his mouth again as she gasped and gripped his hair.

It didn't take her long to finish, despite the relaxed motions of his hand, he noted with pride. She still panting and trembling, yet he didn't release her nipple - plunging two digits into her tight heat and whimpering himself at the way she fluttered around him.

She was just perfection, so utterly lovely and devotedly his.

Astrid cupped his cheeks insistently, pulling his face to hers as he finally released her tender chest with an audible pop. Her kisses were hungry and demanding and pleasing all at once as she canted her hips against his hand, her own gripping his wrist to stabilise herself.

With a finese that only he could possess, he abruptly withdrew and gripped either side of her hips to roughly shove her higher up on the sofa cushions. Positioned comfortably, he plunged back, his mouth joining his hands to lap at her sweet musk like he'd fantasised about all day.

Wrapping his lips around her clit, he raised his eyes to find her own, glassy with bliss.

He could feel her getting close again and he didn't bother resisting to burrow his face in her fully, swallowing her release and humming. He registered her wail, buried into a cushion she'd grabbed and hugged to herself. He ripped it away, needing to hear her, only catching the last notes as she came crashing down.

He was gasping fully, having denied himself of her too long. Hastily, he began ridding of his leg and thigh plates, sighing when his codpiece fell to the floor.

"W-which bag mesh’la?" He breathed, shakily unfastening the waist of his lower blacks.

Astrid flopped her arm, vaguely gesturing to the lined bag, movements sluggish as though her bones were made of lead. Her bun had loosened more, the mass of her hair having traveled down from the crown to the nape. A few strands clung to her cheeks and neck, and he brushed them aside softly before hobbling against his erection to tear the sheaths from the bag.

She'd turned on her side to watch him as he shuffled out of his trousers, stumbling slightly in his haste to join her on the couch again.

Once he'd secured their protection, he couldn't help working himself with a few firm strokes before lifting her leg over his hip, finally getting some blessed relief. He ran his rough palm over the soft slope of her side as he guided himself into her wondrous warmth.

"Fuck." Neyo rasped, already setting a tortuous even pace, spurred into accelerating by her encouraging pants. He could hear himself grunting embarrassingly loud, but watching her face contort so deliciously as watching her tits bounced so beautifully above her twisted waist, made him care about little else.

Coupled with soft moans and their intense breathing, the slide and slap of wet skin echoed filthily against the midnight walls, the last rays of sun lighting a stripe against Astrid's stomach. He lifted her hips again, his fingers digging into the pillowy flesh there as he suspended her over his knees. Her upper body still leant on the side, supporting herself on her elbows as he hit even deeper, gyrating his thrusts into rough circles.

Neyo brought his hand to her abused clit, and it wasn't long before the rough pad of his thumb had her crying her release again. The contractions of her oversensitive walls had him stuttering in his rhythm, breaking pace until his own orgasm clawed its way out.

There were sparks behind his eyes, the room swaying as though he were viewing it through a puddle as he collapsed onto Astrid, burying his face into her neck, burying his face into her neck and squeezing her tightly to him. She hugged his neck, peppering kisses to his forehead, poorly disguising the giggles escaping her in stifled rivets. 

"If that's your reaction, I'm doing something wrong." Neyo drawled, a slight mirth to his otherwise mock offence as he raised himself up over her.

Still giggling, she shook her head dazedly, as fucked out as him. "We didn't even make it to the bedroom."

 [Break] 

He woke alone. The bed was warm, so she couldn’t have been gone long, though he couldn’t be sure if it was her absence or the insistent drilling of rain against her bedroom window which stirred Neyo from sleep. Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes before checking the second-hand chrono on Astrid’s rattan nightstand. Chest tightening with perplexed surprise, Neyo registered that it was already approaching Mid-morning. He really must have slept well. 

Despite the hour, no light filtered in from between the drapes - a lucky occurrence since they were flimsy-thin and lime green, he could only imagine the putrid cast they would throw over the white walls on a brighter day. Yanking the cord on a lamp, he bathed the bed in an amber glow, he was about to push back the covers when Astrid crept through the door with two mugs of steaming caff. 

“Morning sunshine.” She sang, handing him the larger of the mismatched mugs and settling into the bed beside him. She’d wrapped herself in a short, pink robe and her uncovered legs wove around his under the covers - the frigidness of them erupting goosebumps on his otherwise warm skin. 

“More like karking rain clouds.” Neyo grumbled accepting the caff as he joined her in sitting against the headboard, he held out his arm and she dove under it, curling into his chest as she sipped her own caff.  

Giggling, she placed her mug on the other night stand to wrap an arm around his middle, shuffling her face further into his chest. “I forgot how much you hate rain, don’t you think it’s cosy? All snuggled up and warm in here when you can hear it outside.” She hummed. 

“No, I’m half expecting a long neck to burst in and start prodding me.” Neyo grunted into his mug, followed by Kamino being a shit-hole.

“You think everywhere is a shit-hole.” Astrid teased, tossing her loose hair to peer up at him with a goofy smile. 

Smirking, he set down his empty caff. “This place isn’t.”

“Oh I’m glad you think so, you look absolutely adorable in blankets.” She teased, burrowing into his bulk more as if to emphasise her point. 

Truthfully, he probably looked ridiculous, surrounded by mismatched, tasseled pillows and pastel bedding and he huffed at the word adorable yet again. “At least the caff is good, in bed though?” He quipped, shooting her a questioning brow at the end. 

The idea of drinking in bed was an unusual one, it seemed both unnecessary and wasteful - potentially even a bit unhygienic. Though, he had to admit he was really fucking comfortable.  

“Not enjoying it?” Astrid asked, a lilt remnant of the time she saw through his dislike of her cookies. 

“I didn’t say that.” He conceded. 

“Hmm, good.” She answered with a trail of kisses across his jaw and over his neck, they were soft and light but tingles erupted over his skin all the same. She pushed the bedclothes down slightly to straddle his hips when her lips finally found his, and he rumbled a growl as her naked core brushed against his hardening cock through her robe. She tasted of mint and her mouth was cool from barely touching her caff - supposedly she still had qualms about morning breath then. 

His hands found her waist as she rolled her hips over his, parting from his lips and leaning back. “This okay?” She breathed, leaning forward to nip at his sternum. 

Was it? Normally, if a partner attempted to take the lead he’d get impatient and throw them off - offended by the attempt to take control. But this, this was spectacular. “Stars, yes.”

She dragged her folds against his, now achingly hard, shaft once more with a content hum before leaning to the side, grabbing a sheath from the draw and rolling it over him with an agonising slowness. He swallowed thickly, and she must have been equally as impatient for she rose up and guided him into her, sinking down with shared sighs. 

Astrid set a languid pace, holding his scarred shoulders as he ran his palms up and down her sides. Neyo parted her robe gently, so much unlike the hurried way they shed their clothes the previous evening, to reveal her pale unmarred skin. He gently pushed it down her shoulders so that it draped in the crooks of her arms, before carding his fingers through her hair, riding it from obstructing his view of her rocking breasts. 

He was awestruck, unable to look away from her blissed out face and stunning body, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t let someone do this sooner. However, he couldn’t, wouldn’t ever, be able to picture anyone else in her place. 

Speeding up her movements ever so slightly, she guided his hands to cup her breasts; bouncing against his chapped palms perfectly. It was all the invitation he needed to ground his heels against the mattress, bending his knees to snap his hips up against hers. She cried out softly with the deeper angle and he growled within his throat as he gripped her hips; guiding her to jump much harder on his cock. 

“T-touch yourself, mesh’la.” He stuttered. “Need to feel you - ah.” He trailed off into a groan as she did exactly that, clamping tight around him as she brought her index finger to rub tight little circles on her clit - the motions erratic as he jostled her. He was entranced, watching her touch herself as she rode him, loose chestnut silk cascading over her shoulders and breasts. With a startled wail, she came crashing down, her shoulders slumping and her core pulsating around him without remorse. 

Wrapping his arms around her back, he flipped them, pulling her left leg to rest over his shoulder as he railed her into the mattress - his hips hammering impossibly deep until he stilled and grit a snarl against her still trembling shoulders, grounding himself by her as he came. 

Astrid’s breath tickled his ears as she held his head snug against her, a hand weaving through his short hair as it always seemed to, her obsession with his short tresses growing each day. “You - you’re... gods, I love you.” She panted. 

Kriffing sweet hells, he’d never grow tired of hearing her say that. Humming against her collar bones, he repeated the affirmation into her skin, pulling her tighter.   

Later, with Astrid insisting that since he was a guest - and bound to be much quicker, Neyo had the first shower. He did quip that she should join him, though as he shoehorned his shoulders into her tiny ‘fresher, he immediately understood why she’d laughed off the notion. Pity. 

He entered the bedroom again to dry off and she gripped his hand, trailing it to drag along softly as she exited the room. Neyo had just finished towelling his hair when he heard his vambrace beep from the living area. 

Securing the floral towel around his waist, Neyo padded out to gather the arm covering, extracting his comm. 

Chaos, figures.  

He shouldn’t have felt the blow to the gut; the fear of being caught out. Chaos knew, as well as any Clone, that it wasn’t uncommon for soldiers to sleep outside of the regulated quarters during shore leave - but still Neyo swallowed anxiously as he answered the transmission. 

[CT-18920]: Apologies for the intrusion Sir, but you weren’t in the barracks. 

[CC-8826]: Get to the point Captain. 

[CT-18920]: Yes - there’s been an incident on Devaron.

[CT-18920]: The temple’s been stormed - 

[CC-8826]: Survivors?

[CT-18920]: Negative. We lost Trauma, all the jedi, even the little jedi are dead Sir. Delta’s have been sent on recovery. 

[CC-8826]: I’ll be at base in thirteen standard. 

By the time Astrid had emerged from the ‘fresher, wrapped in her own towel with tangled, damp tendrils gripping her shoulders, Neyo was fully armoured and stood at the foot of the bed, helm under arm. 

Sensing the new atmosphere, Astrid tried carefully tread towards his boots. “Not a fan of the jammies then?” 

“They’re fine.” He grit. “I have to go.” He explained, poorly, already falling into his toneless voice. 

“What’s happened?” Astrid probed gently, and if he had been less pissed at having their precious time together marred, he’d be grateful for her patience. 

“Another unit, ambushed, I’m needed.” Neyo dropped, pacing to grab his pack from the next room as she trailed on his heels. 

“I’m sorry -”

“Don’t. I barely knew any of them.” Neyo interrupted, it was true, Trauma and his men had a good rep but Neyo could scarcely recall a time they’d interacted. He was more annoyed that something had gone so disastrously wrong that an attack on a karking Jedi temple of all things hadn’t been foreseen. 

He noticed Astrid shuffling awkwardly, holding herself with her towel and shooting her big doe eyes at him, and he took a deep breath. “I - I shouldn’t have snapped.”

“No.” She agreed, but smiled reassuringly as she sat on the end of her sofa. “You need to go back don’t you?”

He nodded solemnly before joining her, her head resting against his cold, plastoid plate. “Sorry Astrid.”

“I’m a big girl.” She stated, ignoring his scoff before finishing. “I’ll cope, just make sure you comm once and awhile; let me know that you’re safe.”

Incredible, he’s just stomped around her home like a pubescent cadet, spat his annoyance at her and yet she’s concerned about his safety. It still astounded him, even several months into their relationship, that she could love a Clone so dearly - not least probably the most unlovable of them all. 

“Of course.” He drew her tighter. 

[Break] 

The sun never broke through the clouds on that day. The rain grew more agitated, the morning sky unrelentingly gloomy against the fog lights, thick drops of water hit the landing platform so forcefully that it splashed back against his booted calfs. 

He’d barely found a few minutes to scour the reports before Delta announced their breaking of the atmosphere; the events of Neyo’s morning oscillating so rapidly that the whole ordeal felt surreal. Maybe it was, there was no battle at Devaron, rather it was an endless slaughter of Jedi and their young. It had been so sudden, like the spark of an ignition, the wounds inflicted all too familiar to the four Jedi gathered to welcome the dead. 

General Koon had mused with dark remorse that a new Sith may be emerging, speculating as the first body rolled through the mist. Perhaps, more startling was the rage on Kenobi’s usual calm features. Frosted eyes illuminated with the gathering of rain on his brow as he spat the word animal. 

Neyo didn’t flinch like Gallia or Tiin, he didn’t bow his head in silent anguish like Koon. Neyo agreed with Kenobi, the violence was senseless, too messy to be anything other than rage - it was unorganised, not the work of a tactician. 

Death rarely surprised Neyo, it was an occurrence he was all too familiar with, no Clone or Jedi should be so naive as to assume they would make it out of this war alive.