As Rex is still gone with the Ghost Crew, you spend your days reminiscing on your firsts together. The first time you spoke to him and how nervous you were. Your first date and why it was the last first date you’d ever want to go on. Your first kiss and how excited you were to finally get to taste him. You think about the first time you had sex and how much you craved him. The way he asked you to be his wife right after almost losing each other… And then, you remember your wedding and the first night you spent together as husband and wife. It makes you miss him more than anything in the world. Hopefully, he’ll be home any day now.

“You’re staring at him again.” Zeb teases you.

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes and finish up your maintenance rounds with the Ghost crew.

“Just go talk to him.” Sabine nudges you.

You look up at Rex again and he’s smirking at you, as if he knows exactly what you’re thinking. Could this man possibly feel the same way? There’s no way a man of his experience and charm could possibly be interested in you. You were a mechanic… a nobody.

“If you don’t, I will.” Lenian teases you.

“I will later. I look like shit right now.” You whisper.

You have your bandana holding your hair back and your jumpsuit is tied around your waist, revealing your oil stained tank top. You’re a mess.

“He doesn’t care about that.” Sabine encourages you.

“I’ve never even spoken to the man before. What am I supposed to say?” You wipe your hands and toss your towel at Zeb.

“Just be yourself.” Hera winks.

“Have you met me?” You ask, exasperated.

“She’s got a point, you know.” Kanan tells Hera, teasing you.

With a grunt, you slowly walk over to Rex. He puts down the crate he was carrying to greet you.

“Hi, Capt- Rex.” You smile and introduce yourself.

“Oh, I know who you are.” He leans against the crate to sort of come down to your level, smiling kindly, using a towel to wipe the sweat off his forehead and tossing it onto his shoulder.

That shouldn’t have been that attractive.

“You do?” You ask, clearly surprised.

“Yeah, I always see you reading your book over in the hangar in your downtime.” He grins down at you.

Wow, he’s tall. And handsome. And he’s noticed you. And remembers you.

“Yeah, that sounds like me.” You chuckle awkwardly.

Your first date with Rex goes a little smoother. He packed a picnic and took you out to a cliff that overlooked the huge trees.

As you sit near the edge of a large cliff, you watch the sunset on the horizon. You’d never been this far up before, so you had no idea that the sunsets could be this beautiful.

“Wow, I’ve never seen a more beautiful sunset.” You tell him with a soft smile.

“It is nice, but definitely not as beautiful as you.” Rex smiles back.

There were days that all you could do was hope for this moment and now that it’s happening, you don’t know what to do or say. Rex made you nervous. He’s so commanding and confident.

“You’re too kind.” You feel your face go warm.

“Only speaking the truth.” He nudges his leg against yours. “Let me ask you something.”

“Sure.” You take a drink from the cup in your hand.

“Why did you wait so long to come and talk to me?” He asks you.

“Are you kidding? Do you know the reputation you have?” You laugh. “Former Captain of the GAR. All your battle experience. The confidence you carry yourself with. How could I just come talk to you?”

He leans in toward you. “I’m glad you finally did.”

“You could have come and spoke to me first, you know.” You poke him in the shoulder, making him grin.

“How could I when you’re either always working or have your nose buried in a book?” He laughs.

“Fair enough.” You playfully roll your eyes.

The first time you brought him back to your tent is a night you’ll never forget.

Rex lingers outside your tent with you, playing with your fingers. Neither one of you wanted to let the other go. You’d been seeing each other for a few weeks, when you could get a moment to yourselves, and you’d been waiting for him to make the first move. So far, he’d taken things rather slow, only kissing you on the cheek or kissing your hand.

“Rex?” You whisper softly.

“Yes?” He whispers back.

“Do you want to come in?” You grin up at him.

“I’d like that very much.” He nods.

You lead him into your tent and zip it shut behind you. Rex stands in the middle of the tent, awkwardly, making you realize you’d never seen the older man so nervous before.

Walking to him, he meets you halfway, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Do you know how long I’ve been wishing you’d kiss me?” You murmur. “Waiting for you to make a move?”

“I didn’t want you to think I was just after a certain thing.” He chuckles.

“I know you aren’t, Rex. But I really want that certain thing with you.” Your lips ghost across his, his beard tickling your face, but enjoying how it feels.

“You’re sure? I’m not like those young flyboys out there.” He murmurs, running his hands up your back.

“That’s what I’m counting on.” You grip his shirt in your fists, pulling him closer to you.

“Well, in that case…” He trails off, crushing his lips to yours.

His lips are firm and strong against yours, yet soft and giving. It’s nice. You’d never wanted another person so badly in your life. Somehow, Rex understands that and starts to pick you up in his arms, his hands resting on your ass as you wrap your legs around his waist. He moans softly against your lips and you let out a needy sigh.

Rex backs you up against the pole in the middle of the room that keeps the center of the tent up. You reach down and unbuckle his belt, making him let out a low hum, indicating that he wanted you just as bad.

That night, the two of you proved over and over how much you wanted the other. And neither of you spent a night away from each other again unless Rex was on a mission.

You start to think about how Rex asked you to marry him right after a mission that you had tagged along on and how you barely escaped with your life.

“That was a close one.” Zeb pats you on the back as he passes by to go up to the cockpit to check in with Hera.

“Who knew you could shoot so well. Great job.” Sabine compliments you, walking past you to join Zeb and Hera.

Kanan pats you on the back and Ezra bumps his fist against yours. Then they notice Rex staring at you and make themselves scarce.

You look at Rex and he’s staring at you with an unsure look.

“I’m sorry.” You tell him, thinking he’s going to get angry with you. “I know I was supposed to stay on the ship but I saw them coming after you and I panicked.”

Rex walks toward you, wordlessly, until you’re looking up at him.

“Rex, I’m sor-” He cuts you off by kissing you deeply, pulling you into his arms.

“I love you.” He whispers when he pulls away. “I love you and I want nothing more than to spend the rest of our lives together.”

“Really? You mean that?” You ask him, searching his eyes for any hint of teasing, but not finding any.

“I mean it. Will you marry me? I’ll take you away from all of this and we’ll start our lives together tomorrow, if that’s what you want.” He pulls you into one of the empty bunk rooms.

You look up at him with complete adoration. Nothing would make you happier, being away from all of this so you could be together.

“You want to be my husband?” You grin.

“More than anything.” He grins back, pulling you down to the bottom bunk.

You climb into his lap, straddling him.

“I want nothing more than to be your wife.” You promise him.

He wraps his arms around you, kissing you with more meaning, proving that all you’ll ever want is this man.

Your wedding was short and sweet and absolutely perfect. You got married on the base with all of your rebel friends around. It was a good day.

Everyone dances and mingles around the large bonfire that Wolffe, Gregor, and Zeb had spent forever working on that day. It was a dream come true in such difficult times. It was also kind of bittersweet. The next day, you and Rex had plans to leave to start working on building your house and starting your lives together. So tonight was also kind of like a going away party.

“I can’t wait to get you out of that dress.” You hear Rex purr behind you, sliding his hands around your waist, pulling you against his chest.

You lean your head back against his shoulder and he kisses your temple. “Why wait?”

Without another word, he leads you away from the lively group, undetected. Quietly, you make your way back to your tent that you’ve shared the last year together.

“Do you want-” Rex starts, but you cut him off by crushing your lips to his, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He sighs against your lips and pulls you back up into his arms like he did that first night you made love. When he goes to move your underwear to the side, finding none, he groans.

“You knew this would happen.” He muses.

You laugh. “I had a feeling.”

He slides his fingers through your already wet folds and then brings his fingers up to his mouth, tasting your arousal for him.

“You like the way I taste?” You whisper.

“You know I do.” He grins, unbuttoning his pants, letting them fall to the floor so he can step out of them.

Reaching around to line his length up with your entrance, he pushes up into you and your head falls back slightly. Your breaths become pants when he starts thrusting into you slowly and he watches you come apart for him.

“My pretty riduur. All mine.” He forces you to look at him, holding your gaze as he fucks you so perfectly. “Say it. Tell me you’re mine.”

“Fuck, Rex… I’m yours.” You whisper, breathlessly. “Always yours.”

“That’s right, baby.” He kisses you. “All mine.”

It took a little over a year to get the cottage built, but once it was up, everything started to really click into place for you and Rex. There was no chance of the Empire finding your safe haven. There was no chance of losing Rex. Until the Ghost Crew came back and said that they needed Rex for one last mission. Here’s hoping this is the last one… After they lost Kanan and Gregor, Rex wasn’t really the same after that. Not necessarily in a bad way. But he was definitely more attentive and loving, even more than he already was, as if he could lose you at any moment.

You’re drifting in and out of consciousness when you hear the bedroom door creak open, hearing his footsteps walk toward his side of the bed.

“Rex?” You look over, finding him undressing, smiling down at you.

“I’m home, cyare.” He slides in next to you, kissing your head.

You’re immediately awake, jumping his bones, making him chuckle as you crush your lips to his, molding your body to his.

“Missed you… so much.” You gasp between kisses.

“Not like… I missed… you.” He muses.

You need him now and he knows it. He can feel it as he pushes his t-shirt that you're wearing up and over your body. His hands roam your body, settling on your ass as he pulls you against him, still laying on your sides. His naked length sits between the two of you and before you can wrap your hand around it, he licks his hand and slides it between your wet folds, causing you to moan.

“I missed this.” He smirks against your lips.

Only able to let out a small whimper in agreement, you rut against his hand, needier than you’d ever been.

“Did you touch yourself tonight?” He whispers.

“Yes.” You squeak as he lines himself up with you, ready to thrust into you.

“Good girl.” He groans as he pushes into you, needing you as bad as you needed him. “You’re all ready for daddy, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” You moan, digging your nails into his bare shoulders.

“Tell me what you thought about while getting yourself off tonight before I could come home to treat this pussy so good.” He moves his lips to your neck and you gasp when he softly bites.

“Us.” You admit. “Our first time. Our wedding night. How much I love you. All of it. Missed you so much.” You whisper, your voice raspy with need.

He groans, thrusting harder into you and you force him to roll over on his back so you can ride him, needing to see more of him. He grips your hip, grinding you on himself so that he can watch you as you throw your head back in bliss. He reaches one hand back toward your clit so that he can watch you come even more undone above him.

“Every night, I hid in the fresher so I could wrap my own hand around my cock and pretend it was this perfect cunt.” He murmurs. “Thought about all the ways I was going to have my way with you when I got home.”

“Tell me.” You beg him.

He sits up, pulling you against him, thrusting up into you and you rest your face against his bearded jaw, rubbing your face against it, always enjoying the way it feels. You clench around him so perfectly that he jerks against you, biting your shoulder.

“I want to, but the way your pussy is pulsing around my cock… it’s making it hard… to think that is.” He lets out a breathy laugh as he continues to drive into you with more force. “Need to hear you cum for me.”

As if that’s all you needed, you let out a loud cry as you start to cum all over his cock, screaming his name, you have to thank the Maker you don’t have neighbors. He pulls you off of him, wordlessly, and throws you down on all fours toward the top of the bed and pushes into you from behind. Unable to hold it in, you let out a loud moan, overstimulated, but still needing him.

“Feels so good, doesn’t it, baby girl?” He rasps.

“Fuck… yes…” You manage to cry into the pillow, between thrusts.

With a grip in your hair, he pulls your head back, not letting up on the thrusts. “What was that, cyare?”

“Fuck yes, daddy.” You whimper, begging for more, only able to get the word ‘please’ out.

But Rex knows. He knows exactly what you want and need and how you want and need it. And right now, you need it rough and dirty.

“Good fucking girl.” He slams his cock into you, pulling you up against his chest as he ruts into you, so close to his edge.

One of Rex’s hands runs up your body, groping your breast so that he can keep you upright while his other hand slides down to your sensitive clit, rubbing perfectly again.

“So… fucking… good.” You cry, reaching your arm up, to hold onto his neck.

“Yeah it is.” He agrees, his voice low and sultry. “You’re gonna come again, aren’t you?”

Unable to confirm it, you just do it. You come on his cock again, babbling and begging and pleading. He follows right behind you, emptying himself into you, groaning loudly against your neck.

When Rex’s thrusts slow, you turn your head so that you can kiss him again.

“Really did miss you.” He pulls out of you to run to the fresher, coming back with a warm cloth, cleaning you up and helping ease you back into bed.

“I really missed you.” You whisper as he pulls you into his arms, kissing your lips again. “Do you wanna talk about the mission?”

“Maybe tomorrow. Right now, I just wanna worship your body.” He smirks against your lips as he starts to lower himself down your body. “If that’s alright with you?”

“Please.” You nod.

“I love you.” He whispers up to you as he kisses your thighs.

“I love you even more.” You run your hand along his beard and then guide his head to your warmth again.

There was plenty of time for talking now that he’s home safe with you again. Right now, you just want to focus on each other’s needs. There’s quite a few of them to cover.