#rex x f!reader

The bruises, cuts, and pain that radiated on your face and body, was too much for Rex. He held your hand as you waited for a medic. The fighting had been especially brutal, and the med tent was inundated with casualties, some far worse than yours.  

Tears pricked his eyes as you lay there moaning in pain.

“You’re alright, cyar’ika. You’re going to be alright. Just hang in there. Please.”

He pressed a subtle kiss to the back of your hand, not that he really needed to be subtle, every single person part of the 501st knew you two were together. It was the worst kept secret, and frankly neither of you cared. 

He certainly didn’t, when you showed up in his life you were a light in the darkness. 

Not just figuratively, but also quite literally. You’d fallen into a bioluminescent pond and when you came upon Rex and General Skywalker, with your own elite Commando unit, he thought you were a glowing angel in the dark. 

It was thanks to your ethereal appearance, he survived that mission. The other side, thought you were a ghost, and scared them into dropping their weapons. 

You coughed, and groaned in pain, he squeezed your hand, “Cyar’ika, hang in there. Just think about what we’re going to do next shore leave. You promised me to take me… what was that again, oh right window shopping. Whatever that is. You said we’d spend the day together, relaxing and enjoying the day. So… you need to hold on so we can do that together.”

The warm liquid filling his eyes was getting to be too much, as he subtly brushed them away. 

“Remember the last time we were on Trip Zip, you convinced me to go to a poetry reading. I know I grumbled all night about it, but I’ll gladly suffer through another night of that if it means I get to sit beside you, holding your hand, feeling your body pressed against mine. So please hold on.”

There was a tear that slid down your cheek, as the pain was becoming unbearable. 

“MEDIC!” Rex called again, hoping someone was free. Where was Kix when he needed him!

“Rex…” you softly whispered.

He leaned in closer, “What is it, cyar’ika?”

“I … I …” you coughed again, “ I love … you.”

“I love you, too, but right now save your strength. Just stay awake for me, okay?”

Your head moved slowly, an almost imperceptible nod. 

“Do you remember our first night together? How hard you held on to me, never wanting to let me go? That’s how hard I need you to fight right now. I need you to keep awake, to stay here with me. Please, you’re my light in the dark. I can’t lose you.”

The usually stoic voice trembled out of his mouth. He didn’t want to lose it, he needed to stay strong for you.

With each passing minute and second, he felt his heart screaming more and more for you, begging for you to not leave him. To stay by his side, to always stay. 

“Baby …” his voice was barely above a whisper, the only person who could hear him was you, “don’t leave me. Please. I’ve learned to bear the loss of so many of my brothers, I’ve tried to be strong, to not let it get to me, but … please.” He pressed his forehead against your hand, “Please, I won’t make it if you leave me too.”

His body slowly moved closer, kneeling beside the stretcher you were on, “I’ve learned to bear their passing, the responsibility of their loss, of what it means to be Captain, and … I promise, I’ll bear everything else. I’ll do everything and anything, just please … please stay.”

Tears streamed down his cheek as he felt the grip that had been so strong moments slowly start to wane. 

“MEDIC!” He shouted again, praying this time that one of the medics were free. 

“Vod?” Kix ran over to the tent the minute he heard Rex’s voice, he’d just made it back from the front but as soon as he saw your face, the way your body slowly started to relax, he knew there was no time. 

Rex turned to look at his vod, tears trickling down his face as he clenched your hand against his chest, “Vod, I … I can’t see her glow… where’s her glow?”

“MEDIC TEAM ON ME!”

Within an instant you were lifted away from Rex and taken behind the surgical screen, Rex stayed kneeling on the ground in that very spot, afraid to move, afraid that if he did he’d lose his connection to you. 

Despite everyone trying to coax him to a seat, to rest, to get some food, he refused. He simply waited kneeling in that spot, his eyes closed the entire time you were in surgery.  It was almost six hours later when Kix and his team brought you back to him. You looked better, there was a slight glow to your skin. Despite the fact it had almost been a year since you fell into that bioluminescent pool, you still glowed in the dark. 

“Don’t worry she’ll be alright,” Kix pressed his hand against Rex’s shoulder, “took out quite a bit of shrapnel, fixed a few broken bones, and a perforated bowel, but she’ll be alright. Once we get them onboard the Resolute, she’ll be going straight into a bacta tank.”

Rex crumpled against the ground as soon as he knew you were safe, he was beyond exhausted from the stress and anxiety of almost losing you. Kix, simply smirked, shaking his head as they arranged for him to have a cot right beside you.

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Before we get going I’ll say that this is something I’m familiar with. I’ve been through two, although in my case I wasn’t ready to be a mom and miscarriage brought both relief and guilt.  I am able to write from that perspective as well, but it’s not the take I’m working with here.  I was not sure which clone was preferred so I went with Rex.  If you would like a ficlet like this or on another topic, please reach out.

You both were looking forward to being parents.  Getting pregnant was a surprise and you’d never forget the look on Rex’s face when you told him.  He’d seen some of his other brothers take on parental roles, but he was still stunned he was going to be a father.  You started preparing almost immediately. It was adding a few things to the house here or there and dealing with your changing body as well as wrapping your head around adding a third person to the family.

That all changed one morning when you got out of the shower, into your clothes, and something wasn’t right.  Something was very wrong. You screamed for Rex and he came running.  It seemed like a blur, but you went from excited parents to medical emergency, to recovery, to emptiness.  You and Rex both cried and he would not stop holding you.

You didn’t talk about it immediately, but one day he came home to find you sitting at the kitchen table in the same clothes you’d worn for two days, staring at the wall, hot caf gone cold hours ago.  He came over and sat next to you, taking your hand in his and kissing it several times.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you simpy said, “We never got to know them.”

Rex felt it in his heart.  Of course he was sad by what was going on, but he also wanted to help you both through this.

“In my head I always called them ‘little soldier,’“ he admitted.  “I figured it worked no matter their gender.”

You looked at him and tried smiling before he continued.

“I thought about who they would be.  Strong, smart, brave, and wonderful like their mother, of course. What kind of hobbies do you think they would have?”

You thought about it, actually allowing yourself to embrace who this child was and through sniffles replied, “They would have done anything as long as it was with their dad. Playing in the woods. Pretend tea parties. And probably eventually learning to shoot a blaster.”

Rex smiled at that. “Yeah, but not too soon.”

“They would have loved all their uncles,” you added.

“And their uncles and us... we’ll always love them.  Because no matter how short a time it was for, they are part of this family.”

He took a breath. “I know we have to grieve in our own ways.  I know you’re beyond sad and I am too, but I’m not going to forget our little soldier and I don’t want you thinking you have to move on or whatever just because a certain amount of time has passed or they never got to be born.”

You knew something was wrong the moment Rex returned to base with a slight limp in his step. He didn’t seem bothered by the small red stain on his leg, which had crusted and dried on his way to the base, but the slight pallor and thick layer of sweat on his face said otherwise. 

   Initially, you insisted that he and the recon team take a brief trip to your tent for a routine examination before their mission report, but standard procedure generally required the examination to follow the briefing and Rex was too focused on relaying his information to General Skywalker for a boring check-up.

   Yet the nagging sensation in your gut only grew when Rex assured you that he was fine, that the scratch on his leg was no more threatening than a paper cut, and left you behind to update General Skywalker on the scouting mission. 

   Given your status as a volunteer medic, you weren’t required to sit in for his mission report. Nonetheless, you lingered on the outskirts of the crowd donning white and blue plastoid, leaning against the side of a ship as Rex recalled the details of his team’s jungle reconnaissance. 

   “Our findings were inconclusive,” he explained, uncomfortably tugging at the armor around his collar. The movement was subtle, a simple action that could have been blamed on the planet’s sweltering heat, but you were too attentive to miss the way his throat bobbed with a heavy swallow. He blinked, cleared his throat, and continued speaking. “We found nothing but dense foliage and abandoned greenhouses. Jesse discovered droid tracks in the mud but weathering made it impossible to track, let alone date..” 

   Again, Rex paused to clear his throat and swipe his arm across his sweaty forehead. You took note of the small signs: hands rubbing together, feet swaying from side to side, eyes rapidly flicking from Anakin’s growing look of concern to the squad that hung on every word. He was trying to compose himself, and while he was successfully fooling his brothers, you weren’t so easily tricked.

   You forced yourself to look away from him when you spotted Jesse and Fives in the crowd. Ducking your head, you softly excused your way through the maze of soldiers until you were able to wedge yourself between them. 

   Jesse was the first to notice you, offering you a tired smile. “Hey, little lady. You alright? You look nervous.” 

   If only he knew just how nervous you really were. 

   “I need to know what Rex cut himself on.” 

   Abrupt and straight to the point. Fives scrunched his nose and glanced up, meeting Jesse’s confused frown. “A spiky plant, I think?” He scratched at his goatee. “Some funky-looking bush that he had to crawl through to get to our rendezvous coordinates.” 

   “Do you know what color it was? Did it have bright blue flowers on it?” 

   Jesse nodded. “Come to think of it, yeah. We didn’t get a good look at it since we were a few meters away, but yeah it had some weird blue flowers. Hey, you alright? You’re paler than paper-” 

   You pinched your tongue between your teeth to keep yourself from dropping a nuclear string of curses. Before you could break into a panic right then and there, you made a b-line for Anakin and Rex, ignoring the dirty looks and glares from the soldiers that you mindlessly shouldered and brushed past. 

   Belladonus Venerum. A deadly aphrodisiac that you looked into before leaving Coruscant. Rex always teased you for being ‘overly cautious’ when it came to traveling to planets in the Outer Rim, but situations like this were reminders of why you took the time to study and learn about the land. 

   If your information was correct, Rex had 24 hours to deal with the effects of the aphrodisiac before it would force his body into shock. You could only hope that his cut was fresh, for Rex and his recon team was gone for three days before returning to base. 

   As if sensing your panic, General Skywalker shifted his attention to you, locking eyes with in an instant among the sea of clones. His expression tightened, brows dropping with realization when you gave him a pleading look. 

   Anakin interrupted Rex the moment the Captain’s voice began to shake. “I think that’s enough information for now, Rex. Your team did well.” 

   He dismissed them all before he could be questioned. As the crowd broke apart and began to scatter, you hastily rushed to Rex’s side while Anakin placed a hand on his shoulder to steady him. 

   Rex furrowed his brows in confusion, glazed eyes bouncing from Anakin to your look of worry. “Mesh’la? I don’t understand-” 

   “Don’t talk,” you warned him, shaking your head. “You need to save your strength before the effects worsen. General, if you don’t mind, I’d prefer the medical tent to remain private while I treat Rex’s exposure to whatever toxin is in his system. I’m not sure how long ago he was injured and if the effects worsen, I’d prefer to keep him under my supervision.” 

   Anakin nodded. “Whatever you need will be provided to you, including privacy. I’ll make sure any future patients are sent to Kix. Do you need any help?” 

   Rex let out a small groan and you hastily shook your head, pulling him away from Anakin before you could waste more time. “No thank you, General. Unfortunately, natural toxins are no stranger. I’ll comm if I need any further assistance.” 

   Anakin said nothing, only giving you a muted look as you helped Rex stumble towards your tent. You scarcely made it without dragging any attention. The second you made it through the tent flaps, Rex stepped away from you, pressing his palms to his temples as he violently shook his head from side to side. 

   “S-Something’s wrong,” he rasped. “Y-You have to stay away. You need to stay away. I-I-I can’t think straight when you’re touching me. Why does my skin burn? I can’t, I can’t-” 

   Rex collapsed to his knees with a pained noise. You were by his side in an instant, pressing your palm against his chest while the other soothingly rubbed up and down his back. 

   “You have to listen to me,” you pleaded softly. “When you were cut, you were exposed to a poisonous aphrodisiac. If you don’t deal with the effects, you’ll burn from the inside out until every single fluid has sweated itself out through your skin. You’ll slowly dessiccate until you die of dehydration or insanity.” 

   Confusion burned in his eyes. “Wh-What?” 

   “You need to strip.” 

   He hesitated, brows furrowed in pain before he carefully nodded and began shedding off his armor. You tried to help by unlocking the straps on his shoulders and around his waist, but he gave you a warning glare, forcing you to remain a step back as he tossed each piece to the ground, remaining in nothing more than his body glove. But even the thin fabric of his undergarment seemed to be too much, for the moment he was freed of his armor, Rex began to mindlessly pull and tug at his clothes, forcefully breathing through clenched teeth. 

   “Stop, stop, stop.” You gripped his shoulders, digging your fingers into his burning skin to make him meet your eyes. “You have to promise me that you’ll let me help you. There’s only one way to fix this but I won’t do anything unless you know that I’m here to help you.” 

   “You can’t.” He took a step back, only to crumble to his knees when his injured leg weakly gave away. “You don’t understand, mesh’la, I can’t be near you without wanting to rip your clothes off. It’s like your smell is driving me kriffing insane and all I can think about is taking you right here and now, like every-” 

   “-every impulse in your body is telling you to have sex,” you said quietly. 

   He worriedly nodded his head.

   Again, you kneeled by his side and with cool, shaky hands, cupped the sides of his face, thumbs grazing across his cheekbones. His eyes fluttered shut and he exhaled a strained breath, leaning into your palm.

   “You need to give in to get the toxins out. Just…” 

   Your chest rose and fell with a deep breath. Before you could let your nervousness stop you, you gripped the hem of his shirt and helped him pull it over his head. Rex suddenly fell into thick silence and for a brief moment, you thought he had passed out.

   Until you glanced up and noticed that he was holding his breath, his bottom lip wedged between his teeth as his gaze flickered from your face to your stooping collar. 

   You couldn’t stop the quiver in your voice when you whispered, “You can’t fight it, Rex. The effects will just speed up if you keep pushing it away-”

   “Mesh’la.” 

   His voice was raspy, jagged with pain, and strained with fatigue. It was lower than before and a look lingered in his eyes that told you he wasn’t entirely there anymore. Something glazed over and though Rex was trying his hardest to fight it, that impulse seemed to slowly take over bit by painful bit. 

   “I don’t want to hurt you.” 

   You pulled him close and pressed your forehead to his. 

   “You won’t. I won’t let you hurt me,” you promised quietly, “but you have to let go or it’ll kill you, love.” 

   Rex leaned back against a stack of crates and rolled his head back, eyes clenched tight. The muscles in his cheeks rippled as he clenched his teeth, grinding them ever so softly at the waves of fire that rippled through his muscles. 

   You knew what you had to do. Reading about poisonous aphrodisiacs like the Belladonna Venerum had prepared you for situations like this, and as a medic, you were required to take drastic measures to keep your patients alive. Albeit, you never thought you’d fuck a patient back to health, but the knowledge that this was Rex somewhat soothed your anxiousness. 

   So you began to strip your uniform, removing each article of clothing until you remained in your panties and bra. Rex’s eyes were still closed in a last minute effort to keep himself contained, but you could see the tremble in his fingers as he gripped the fabric over his thighs with white knuckles. 

   Each thud of your heartbeat sent a shot of icy nervousness down your spine. Goosebumps prickled down your arms as you stepped over him. He finally opened his eyes to look up at you and for the first time since entering the tent, there was no pain. No conflict. No hesitation or urge to refrain from impulse.

   Just reckless lust, glazing over his eyes as you slowly sat on his lap. 

   “Tell me to stop and I will,” he growled through clenched teeth. “I’d rather die than hurt you, sweetheart.” 

   “You won’t,” you said again, promising him with a smile and gentle nod. Taking his hands in your own, you guided them to your thighs, slowly dragging his fingertips up to the waistband of your panties. Each breath quivered as it fell from your lips.

   “You won’t, Rex. Trust me.” 

   Trust me. 

   You knew the words were ringing through his head as he flickered his gaze across your face. Before you could assure him yet again, his pupils dilated and his fingers curled around your panties. 

   Twisting, he wrapped the fabric around his digit and yanked, tearing your panties as if it was made of paper. 

   Rex sat up, one hand tenderly cupping the back of your head while the other splayed across your back. Hot, burning lips locked against your own and you moaned, drowned by his intoxicating lust. 

   Though he was cradling you to his chest, holding you on his lap as if you were a breath of life, there was no gentleness to his touch. His kisses were rushed and sloppy, leaving strings of saliva from his tongue to yours whenever he pulled away to look at your face. Every kiss, every groan, every rocking wave of your hips against his painful erection was electrifying, contagious. 

   It soothed him while igniting you with the very same fire that threatened to overwhelm you both. 

   Rex scooped his arms underneath your thighs as he stood, drawing a surprised yelp that was swallowed by another sloppy kiss. He carried you to an empty bed and rested you down on the edge, careless that it was just one of many beds meant for the sick or dying. By that glazed look in his eyes, begging and thirsty for more, more, more of your skin, you knew that he didn’t care. 

   He didn’t care about anything but you and your touch, your smell, the taste of your skin and tongue, connected by a trail of spit as he pulled away to shuck his pants off. 

   You blinked, dazed by the ferocity of his touch, only to suddenly part your lips in a surprised ‘o’ when Rex forcefully pried your legs open and pulled you to the edge of the bed. He spit into his hand, fisted his engorged dick, and lined the tip to your pulsing entrance. 

   Without hesitation, he shoved himself into your tight cunt, bottoming in one thrust. Your eyes widened and you gasped, arching your back at the heat that suddenly consumed you from head to toe. 

   Rex wasn’t done. 

   He gripped your hips until his knuckles turned white, pulled back until his tip was just kissing your pulsing cunt, before bottoming out once more with a single thrust. 

   Split by pleasure and pain, you sucked on your bottom lip to keep quiet as Rex continued fucking you at a brutal pace, colliding hard enough to send tingles through your legs. Desperate to keep yourself grounded, you locked your ankles behind his back - an action that drove Rex to lean over you until his face was buried in the crook of your neck. He hunched over, hips bucking into you while heavy grunts and breaths tickled your ear. It was rabid, rushed, messy in every which way, but he didn’t care. You didn’t care. 

   You were reaching the edge of insanity. If you didn’t keep yourself quiet, you would have wailed loud enough to announce the entire base. 

   “That’s my fucking princess. So fucking beautiful being split on my cock like this.”

   Open kisses lined your throat, followed by the hot and wet drag of his tongue across your collarbone. Clamping your hand over your mouth to stifle your moan, you hardly had the time to recover before his teeth sunk into your shoulder, biting just enough to send a shock through you. You clenched around him, squeezing enough to drag the filthiest string of curses from his swollen lips.

   Rex reclaimed your mouth before you could sob out loud from the pleasure. He sucked your bottom lip between his teeth, biting and dragging it down to open your mouth. 

   “Moan for me, baby,” he grunted, pleading ever so softly. “I want to hear your sweet voice. I-I want to remember it, memorize it. Fuck, I can’t get you out of my head. You’re so fucking perfect…” 

   “Oh gods, Rex,” you whimpered, turning your head to press a kiss to his temple. 

   He buried himself inside of you with desperation, pulling your hips against his with one hand while the other disappeared between your bodies. The second he rubbed his thumb against your clit, adding coal to the fire that crackled and flickered the space between you both, you felt yourself overflow, splitting at the seams with a loud gasp.

   Earth-shattering ripples shook down your legs. Spots and stars filled your vision as you reached behind his back, nails dragging down the skin, leaving angry red lines in its wake. Blinded with ecstasy, you were scarcely able to focus as Rex straightened back up. He dragged you to the edge of the bed, raised you a few inches above the mattress, and thrust into you with a deep groan before stilling.

   Every muscle across his torso seemed to ripple as he tensed up. Rex rocked his head back, biceps flexing as he squeezed your hips to keep you still. You couldn’t help but squirm at the sensitivity. Rex had been mercilessly pummeling you just seconds ago

   Time seemed to freeze as Rex held you in a tight grip, tense and still as he spilled inside of your warmth. It took a few seconds for your brain to catch up with your body, giving you the second needed to catch your breath and blink the stars out of your eyes. You placed your hands on top of his, giving his fingers a reassuring squeeze. When Rex finally dipped his chin to look at you, no longer panting for the air that was squeezed from his orgasm, you saw that his pupils had shrunk back to normal. The pale, sickly hue had lifted, revealing flushed red cheeks and glistening copper skin. Rabid desire slipped from his gaze, replaced with satisfaction and relief.

   Slowly and lovingly, his lips curled into a tired smile. His chest deflated with a long, heavy breath. 

   “Gods damn,” he murmured, words slurred from exhaustion. With a wince, he pulled himself out of your pulsing cunt, sucking in a sharp breath as he stepped back. 

   Though your legs were numb and your skin tingled as if full of static, you forced yourself to stand on shaky legs. Gripping Rex’s shoulders, you ushered him to the bed and made him sit on the edge. 

   “M’fine,” he insisted, kissing your palm before you could walk away. “I promise, baby.” 

   “I know.” You hastily put on your uniform and tossed Rex a white medical gown. The horrified look on his face made you grin. “Don’t be stubborn. You might be fine but you’re under my medical supervision until I say otherwise.” 

   He frowned. “But the General-”

   “-will live while you take a few hours of rest,” you said with an eye roll. “Anakin doesn’t need you to hold his hand the entire time." 

   “M’not so sure about that,” Rex murmured, huffing a frustrated breath while defiantly tying the robe behind his back. “I can’t understand how you’re still up and about after… that.” 

   “You underestimate me, Captain,” you mused. "I've got enough energy to spare another round... if you're up for it."

   Perching up on the tips of your toes, you kissed his lips as softly as possible, only to smile into his mouth when he cupped the side of your face and pulled you close. Your noses smushed together while he smiled, pulling away to peck quick kisses against your jaw and nose. 

   Then with a dramatic sigh, he fell back against the mattress and tossed his forearm over his eyes.

   “Good to know there are sex plants on his planet.” 

   He didn't sound as distraught as you figured he'd be. Grabbing the thing closest to you, which unfortunately happened to be a light roll of gauze, you threw it at his face. 

   “Don’t get any bright ideas, Captain.” 

   Rex slowly grinned. 

   “No ideas over here, mesh’la. None whatsoever.” 

-

You’ve been restless all night.

Rex’s arm is stretched across the back of the booth just above your shoulders, the plasma-scored plastoid over his chest cool against your side. He leans back, a slight smile playing around the edges of his lips as he watches Echo and Fives at the bar. The twin ARC troopers’ heads are bent close together, their postures identical as though conspiring at something under the pound of music. You shift again, uncrossing and recrossing your legs as you watch his face.

He looks…perfectly content. He’s absently stroking a gloved thumb across your knuckles, your hand enclosed in his own beneath the table. The simple intimacy of the gesture makes your heart ache; the unconsciousness of it, the familiarity. Sometimes you love him so much you can almost feel the weight of it inside you, like another organ.

You lean closer, close enough to feel the heat of his body against your own, and he glances down to catch you still staring at him. His dark eyes soften, a little bend of self consciousness to his lips. “Hmm?”

You shake your head, returning his smile. You can’t put it into words. And you won’t try; any attempt to do so would only wash out the potency of the way you feel. All you can do is stretch your neck up, tilting your chin toward him in the unspoken question he’s grown to recognise easily. He meets your lips with his own, leaning in to help you reach. Immediate warmth rushes under your neck, the close taste of his lips and the smell of skin grounding him in front of you. He’s here, actually here—not somewhere out on a cruiser above a war-torn system, not clambering frantic through waist-high mud, being shot at, hoarsely shouting orders. You know you don’t have long before he’ll be redeployed; he’s only here to finalise the reports issued for the last mission, liaising with GAR high command to determine what comes next.

But just for now, you have him as solid and real as the feel of your own body beneath your hands. It makes you push up towards him, your lips parting hungrily. His groan is a murmur, his brows furrowing slightly over his closed eyes. The sound is enough to drop a hard pulse of need right between your thighs, and you press your legs together around the clench.

Your body’s response to him has always been pronounced. The slightest tilt of his head sending a slow, blood-warmed ache to your centre. The simple sound of his gruff voice earlier tonight as he’d ordered drinks for you both raising shivers along the backs of your arms. So it’s no surprise that the feeling of his warm, dry lips against your own steals the breath from your lungs. Your heartbeat thickens in your ears as you let your tongue dance along the edge of his lower lip, trying to draw him closer.

And his response is no surprise either. Gently, he leans back, unwinding his fingers from your own to cup the base of your skull. It’s both a remonstration and a caress as he disengages from the kiss. He chuckles, looking slightly dazed. “You miss me that much?”

“Every time,” you tell him. His eyes are creased with affection, looking down into your face, but he shows no signs of wanting to continue the kiss. You try to mask your dejection, knowing it’s just him. He’s always been so…respectful. You’ve seen plenty of his brothers descend into messiness on nights just like this one, but he’s never so much as uttered a curse word in your presence. While he’s not shy about making you cry out as you gush onto his tongue in the privacy of your apartment, to the casual observer, his rigid propriety in public would suggest otherwise. It’s just one of the millions of things about him that simultaneously make your heart ache with softness while also making your hands itch with frustration. Sometimes, secretly…you wish he’d be a little bit…dirtier with you.

Relaxing back into the slightly sticky synth-leather of the booth, you breathe through your nose. The music has shifted to something brash and insistent, and the mood in the crowded bar seems to collectively heighten to match the change. Echo leans on his elbows, his back to the bar as Fives bends in beside him to say something to a short, curvaceous woman with bright pink hair. Even from here you can see the doubtful line in her eyebrows, Fives’ emphatic hand gestures clearly doing nothing in the way of convincing her to join them.

Nobody is paying any attention whatsoever to your dark corner. Even if they were, they’d only be able to make out your faces, shadowed under the haze. They wouldn’t be able to see the way your hand is curled back inside Rex’s own, or the uncomfortable way your thighs press against one another. It might be the two drinks you’ve downed in quick succession, or the fact that you haven’t seen him in weeks, or the sight of fresh blaster-scars on his chestplate—a reminder of the fragility of the time you have with him. It could just be him; proud and shy, tough and compassionate. But your want is suddenly painfully overwhelming.

You want every part of him inside every part of you. His breath in your lungs, his words in your ears, his tongue in your mouth. It’s indefinable, this want. The closest thing you have to understanding it is just…hunger. Animal and needing, uncaring of the means. It’s not that simple, of course, and it’s not only about the growing ache between your legs, but right now it’s the most urgent part, and it’s the closest thing you have to pinpointing it.

“Rex,” you breathe. His expression is guarded, like he can sense what’s driving your mood before you even speak the words. “Touch me.”

He doesn’t need any more explanation than this, his gaze drifting down to your posture, your spine curving as you lean toward him. “You want to go home? I’ll take you home. Back to your place.” He’s already shifting as though to slide out of the booth, hurriedly tipping the rest of his drink back in one gulp and reaching toward his helmet’s resting place in the middle of the table.

Your hand catches him and pulls him back down, and his eyes dart back to your face in surprise. “I don’t want to go home yet. I meant now.” Holding his gaze with your own, you pointedly bring your clasped hands into your lap. You slowly unwind your fingers from his and bring his hand lower, until it rests under the hem of your skirt. His dark eyebrows are nearly disappearing up into his pale hairline, eyes wide.

“Love, I…can’t. Someone’ll see you. The boys, or—”

You bring his hand higher, up to the softness of your inner thigh. “It’s dark here. And anyway, let them. They’ve done worse in front of you.”

He looks scandalised. You can guess what his response would be: that it doesn’t matter what the other men do, he holds himself to a different standard. He breathes rigidity; in the way he stands, the way he speaks. Even the way he maintains himself, hair kept perfectly short, face shaved clean.

Sometimes you wish he wasn’t so perfect.

Like right now, for instance. You want to see him blushing and stuttering. You want him to be disgusting with you, in this seedy corner of the bar, fumbling and graceless like you’d just met one another as strangers and been too overcome to deny yourselves.

He’s still staring at you, and you wait for him to remove his hand from your leg, maybe chuckle at you and caution you to be patient until you get back to your apartment. But then his hand on your thigh tightens, digging gently into the flesh and dragging slightly inward.

He glances back up across the bar, eyes skimming the loose groups of drinking, laughing men. The pink-haired woman is pointing her finger into Fives’ chest, looking thunderous. Echo is pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. Nobody is so much as facing your direction, and he sweeps the space a final time with the searching, practised gaze of a soldier. With the quick thoughtlessness of a gesture repeated thousands of times, he withdraws his touch long enough to flick the catch at his handguard, detaching it. He shucks his glove, dropping both on the table beside the forgotten pair of half-empty durasteel cups.

Giving you a look that tries and fails to appear stern, his returns his hand to your thigh.

Your mouth falls open in disbelief. Is this…permission? Surely not, he wouldn’t, not Rex, he’s too—

His fingers catch at the edge of your underwear, pushing it slightly to the side, and his thick, blunt fingertip slides between the lips of your pussy.

Whatever restraint you may have had dissolves like the remaining fizz in your now-lukewarm drink. He leans his head down, his clean-shaven jaw at the side of your head as he murmurs to you.

“Gods, you’re wet.”

You nod, swallowing hard. “I’ve been thinking about you all night. Thinking about you leading me to the ‘fresher and pressing me up against the wall. You could—” you break off into a hiss as his middle finger dips inside you, collecting your slick “—take me on this table if you wanted. That’s how bad I need you.”

He presses his lips to the place where your neck and shoulders join, withdrawing his thick finger to drag against your arousal-puffed folds. His voice comes hushed and rough. “That’s…that’s obscene, love. You’d let everyone watch you being fucked? Let them hear the sounds you make?”

You open your legs, letting your head loll against him as he gently circles your clit. “They’d all hear me…saying your name. Gods, you have any idea…what you…fucking do to me? Rex, oh, fu—”

He kisses you, swallowing the sound of your moan into his mouth even as his fingers work faster, applying more pressure. You slump against him, his plastoid cuirass cool against your neck, his free arm holding you curled close to his side.

“Shh,” he murmurs in a gravel against you. You writhe on the seat, overheating as his wet fingers  glide over your clit relentless and precise. “You might not care, but I do. I’m too selfish, love. Don’t want to share any of you with anyone. Want to keep you all to myself.”

If it weren’t for the music, you’re sure your high, gasping wail would be audible from the other side of the bar. You try to close your thighs as he drives you toward a peak so high it burns, grasping at his wrist, but he doesn’t even slow his movements. Heat shatters out from your core, and your orgasm snatches your breath, soaking his hand and the back of your skirt beneath you.

You’re sucking deep lungfuls of air as he kisses your temple when the clatter of armour on armour jerks your attention up to the opposite side of the table. Fives is scowling as he scoots back into the bench seat, mid-sentence.

“—she didn’t even give me a chance to finish talking, I was just gonna explain why I wanted her to sit on my—”

“Our drinks are finished, so we’re off, boys.” Rex is gently coaxing you to slide out of your seat, and as you stand, your legs wobble dangerously. You’re grateful it’s dark in here, and that your skirt is made from a thick polyweave. His eyes meet yours for a brief moment as he sucks his fingers, and you feel weak all over again.

“But sir, y’can’t leave yet! We need your help—sweetheart, please, surely you’ve got a friend you can introduce us to—”

Rex tucks his helmet under his arm, and you shoot an apologetic smile to Echo as you pass him standing at the edge of the table. “Be doin’ just fine if I was on my own,” he mutters quietly.

Rex claps his breastplate. “Try a different strategy next time. Good luck, trooper.”

He’s back to upright, immaculate Captain. His head held high as he nods to various officers on his way past, his hand at the small of your back, there’s no sign of what had just happened. No sign, except for the secret, slippery feeling between your thighs as he leads you outside.

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A familiar voice grumbling and swearing close by interrupts his spiraling internal turmoil, but he thinks he’s imagined it. Quickly looking around, he confirms the reality of your presence and Rex’s heart nearly beats out of his chest.

You’re standing in front of a restaurant angrily mashing the buttons on your commlink in a dress just barely skimming the middle of your thighs, shimmer silk cut to tantalize your best features. He’s always thought you were well dressed in professional settings, and Maker knows he thinks you’re beautiful, but he’s never seen you like this before. Even while indulging himself in the privacy of a deserted shower, imagining the feeling of your bare legs tangled with his or your lips wrapped around his cock, his own debauched fantasies never conjured up a picture of you looking this stunning.

It’s already been months - maybe even a whole year since Rex first started pining after you. He isn’t stupid and General Skywalker isn’t as sneaky as he thinks. There’s no reason a Jedi knight needs to meet with a senator this many times in a week, but Rex finds that their trips to the senate building coincidentally end in Padme’s office 90% of the time. And that’s how he first meets you: accompanying the general as he barges into your completely legitimate meeting with the senator to deliver an “important message from the council”. You looked a little peeved, but the senator - graceful as ever - took the interruption in stride, smoothly introducing you to the two men before asking for a private moment with the general.

Exiled behind closed doors, Rex apologized on behalf of his friend expecting a condescending lecture about respect typical of staff working in the senate building. He was surprised when you instead criticized his babysitting abilities. As if he exercised any control over the general - a karking Jedi.

“You can’t let him come by five times a week you know - he’s not subtle and they’re going to get caught.”

Rex huffed out something between a laugh and a scoff when you met his surprised look with an impish smirk, eyes sparkling mischievously. You broke the ice so casually Rex didnt even realize he was traveling the path forged through the broken, melting shards. He had never enjoyed such easy-flowing conversation or friendly banter with a civilian before, but your aura pulsed in time with his, glowing with a warmth that drew him in like an Alderaanian flare-wing to a flame. You were genuinely curious about Rex’s experiences as a clone trooper, but more importantly as a person. The earnestness of your questioning encouraged him to share stories from his time as a cadet and cherished moments with his brothers that not even the general knew about. You were so engrossed, laughing uncontrollably at a story about his first catastrophic day of jet pack training with Cody, that Rex was unable to reciprocate with his own questions before General Skywalker was collecting him to return to base.

After that first introduction, it turned out Rex had plenty of opportunities to ask about your role as Senator Amidala’s press manager and learn about your surprisingly privileged upbringing on Coruscant whenever he was planet-side. He could see how you were drawn to Padme’s politics and admired your duty to the galactic community - to use your skills, connections, and financial resources to help make life better for everyone, not just the Corusanti elite. Accompanying General Skywalker’s frequent trips to the senator’s office on “official Jedi business” afforded him plenty of these chance encounters and he began looking forward to meetings at the Senate building.

By the time Rex realized he was actively finding excuses to end up at the senator’s office with hopes of an accidental encounter, his cadet’s crush had fully evolved into something much more serious.

It was at a group interview and photoshoot you’d organized with the Coruscant News Network that Rex’s vode began raising eyebrows and shooting each other knowing grins. Padme’s proposed new bill granting clones personhood needed an emotional appeal - a way for the public to connect to the troopers’ humanity — so your friendship with Captain Rex and Padme’s close “working” relationship with General Skywalker made it only logical to conscript some men from the 501st to the cause.

Rex isn’t much of a Sabaac player and his soft heart radiated so warmly in your presence that if the way he so easily conversed with you didn’t betray his newly self-admitted feelings, anyone could see the adoration in his lingering gaze and stolen glances.

And this is where his problems began. Rex had hoped to keep this forbidden treasure for himself, hiding you away in his dreams to visit while off planet or in quiet moments of solitude. As a loyal Republic soldier, he’d accepted that his kind aren’t permitted to form romantic relationships with nat borns, but he figured that he could allow himself this one small luxury - one secret, unrequited crush to admire from afar, the memories of who he could use to fuel not just erotic but domestic fantasies in private. Rex had convinced himself that he could toe this line because his feelings only existed hypothetically, in a place that could be buried underground and denied if he were ever questioned. But as soon as his brothers had caught on, his secret was unearthed and he was unable to deny the reality of those feelings solidifying and knocking him on his ass: He was hopelessly smitten and Torrent company wasn’t going to let this go.

Despite the non-stop teasing, the boys were truly happy to see their by-the-books captain show some interest in someone and Fives in particular had made it his personal mission to get Rex laid.

“None of us would report you for asking her out you know.”

Rex stiffened. This was the first time any of his vode had addressed the issue so straightforwardly and even though he did his best to project a professional neutrality, the way he couldn’t meet Fives’ eyes betrayed the intense sense of longing he felt in his heart.

“Senator Amidala’s press manager and I are nothing more than friends. Our duty is to the Republic and anything that could jeopardize our loyalty to the GAR is tantamount to treason.”

But that was before Saleucami. And now…now Rex doesn’t know where he stands.

He doesn’t have time to dwell on this because you’ve suddenly looked up from your commlink, eyebrows still knit and lips in a pout but karking hells, your face actually lights up when you spot him.

“Well well well - look what the tooka dragged in. Fancy seeing you here, Captain.” You love addressing Rex by his rank in mock formality, and he always plays along. In the past, he’s thought briefly, hoped, that the playful way you banter with him could be flirting, that the look in your eyes might mean you feel something for him too. Not that he would or should do anything about it.

“Where are you headed this fine evening?”

Rex huffs out a laugh as he approaches, “I’d hardly call it a ‘fine’ evening — you looked ready to kill a man.”

You cross your arms while averting your gaze. “Yeah, well you’d be mad too if your date left you waiting for over an hour.”

Oh.

Something in Rex’s stomach drops and he visibly deflates; any small flicker of hope he’d ever dared to entertain snuffed out in a moment. Of course you’re seeing someone — of course. And the di’kut apparently doesn’t know what he has because Rex would never take your time and company for granted. He feels indignant on your behalf.

“Well then with all due respect, ma’am —he’s an idiot.”

You can’t help but laugh at the conviction with which he declares this and Rex can’t help the little swell of pride that makes his chest puff — that he was the one to bring you some happiness this evening. He flashes you a lopsided grin.

“I’m never going on a blind date again,” you chuckle while looking away in silent consideration, worrying your lower lip between your teeth before shyly asking, “Have…have you had dinner yet?”

With those two sentences Rex can feel his spirits lift, a little spark lighting the torch he’s been carrying for you. You’re not really seeing anyone, and what’s more, you’re sort of asking him on a date?

“Ma’am? Are you… asking me out?” He asks playfully, hoping you wouldn’t sense the desire burning within him.

Rex knows he shouldn’t even be entertaining this. He knows it’s against regulation, but fuck did seeing Cut with a family awaken new possibilities for him.

You smile at him with a look that’s both coy and uncertain and Rex can’t believe the next words out of your mouth.

“I guess that depends on what your answer is.”

—

You hadn’t been working with Padme for long before you met the handsome captain, moments after his Jedi barged into your meeting unannounced. Rex had the decency to look sheepish as he apologized later in the hallway and you couldn’t help but think he was cute. It’s not often you click with new people, but you could feel a chemistry with Rex as soon as he huffed out a laugh at your stupid joke.

It only took three more chance encounters in her office and a few of your less-than-subtle questions about him before Padme figured out your feelings towards Rex. You were both obviously aware of the restrictions surrounding romantic entanglements with clones, but the senator, herself in a secret, forbidden marriage, isn’t one to let regulation stand in the way of love — not that I love him, you thought to yourself (that would be insane - you barely know the man) but you think that you could.

Padme approached matchmaking like she did politics: with diplomatic strategy. In short, she was the ultimate wingwoman. Somehow, Rex and Anakin’s interruptions became even more frequent after she gently confronted you about your crush and her private conversations with the general seemed to last a little longer, leaving you and the trooper alone to socialize.

While you were beginning to gain some confidence that the captain may return your interest, you were nervous to make a move because of the highly illegal nature of such a proposition. Even with Padme’s help and encouragement, Rex was a well respected, loyal trooper and you weren’t confident he’d be willing to risk his rank and life for…what - a date? After several months, Anakin had been able to gather pretty definitive evidence that Rex had no intention of crossing that line.

Padme was the one to deliver the news and you did your best to keep the disappointment and hurt from your face.

“Why don’t I set you up? I know Senator Clovis has a few friends that you’d like,” Padme had gently suggested. “You’ll forget all about Rex after a few fun nights out.”

Five failed dates later and you found yourself being stood up by a senatorial aid in front of a swanky restaurant feeling one part humiliated and one part irate.

And then he was there - helmetless but dressed in full armor - and you couldn’t help how the sight of him made your heart flip flop in your chest. You’re not sure what gave you the courage to finally make a move but something about his energy was different tonight.

“Have…have you had dinner yet?”

—

“I’m sorry but this…this is disgusting.”

Rex looks truly repulsed as he stares at the slop on his plate before finally pushing it away. Not many respectable establishments on the surface serve clones so you’d opted to order in. Unfortunately there was a mix up at the restaurant and you ended up with someone else’s food. They had terrible taste.

“I’m never letting you pick the restaurant ever again,” you tease while setting aside your plate and turning your body towards Rex. What started out as a rotten evening was turning out to be one of the most fun nights you’d had in awhile. After the initial awkwardness of navigating being on a “date”, the two of you slipped back into your familiar, playful dynamic. Rex was as kind and considerate as always and you couldn’t help but think about how handsome he is. He had stripped down to his blacks after entering your apartment and Maker did he look good.

He pauses before turning to face you, his arm bent, resting over the back of the couch “…’again’ huh?”

Rex had meant for it to come out more playful but his voice betrayed the hope and longing gripping his heart.

You would normally fire back with something witty and flirtatious but you’re just now realizing how close he’s sitting to you. The energy between you has suddenly shifted; what was friendly and comfortable now felt charged with possibility, the air electric. Your mouth feels too dry and you swallow thickly before managing to nod once.

“Yeah…Again.” You breathe.

The seconds seem to stagnate, stretching to impossible lengths as he leans in slowly and licks his lips, eyes darting down towards yours before meeting your gaze again.

“Can I - can I kiss you?”

And just like that, the heat building between the two of you over the last year boils over and rushes straight to your core. You crash your lips into his and he snakes a hand around your waist while the other grips the back of your head, pulling you impossibly closer. Your hands rove the firm planes of his chest, traveling over his broad shoulders and then up behind his neck before scratching your nails over his scalp. He moans into your mouth, sending shivers down your spine and another flood of warmth to your center.

He chases your lips as you pull away momentarily to straddle his hips. Rex’s pupils are blown wide with lust as he cups your face and pulls you into another bruising kiss, his tongue licking into your mouth, hands moving to squeeze your waist and bunch the silky fabric in his fists. You breathe a desperate whine when he breaks away and you know you should feel pathetic, whimpering as he kisses down your neck and sucks a mark at the base, but your body is on fire and burning too hot to care. He pauses his lips above the dip between your breasts, eyes glancing up to you for permission.

“Is this ok?” He asks while rubbing soothing circles into your waist. Maker he’s so cute, you think.

“Yes,” you breathe, “you can touch me anywhere.”

Rex palms at your tits, swiping the pads of his thumbs over your pebbled nipples before pulling down the front of your dress and sucking a sensitive bud into his mouth and releasing it with a lewd pop. Your back arches as you grind yourself over his hardening bulge, whimpering for more.

“F-fuck I’ve wanted you for so long,” he growls into your jaw as his hands travel the length of your thighs, sliding under the hem of your dress and bunching it up around your waist as he gropes the plush of your ass, fingers moving to tease the band of your panties.

You cup his jaw in your hands, tilt his face up towards yours and, pressing your forehead to his you whisper, “then have me.” His cock twitches as he takes you in — kiss bruised lips smeared with lipstick are parted, chest heaving, breasts exposed and heavy lidded eyes leave you looking completely debauched. You’re a vision plucked straight from his dreams and Rex reaches cautiously, hands trembling — as if any sudden movements could cause him to wake in his bunk, alone and painfully hard — to unzip your dress. And when you’re finally bare before him his breath hitches.

You lean forward, nipping at his ear and whisper, “Take me to bed, captain.”

Rex completely short circuits. He doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve this. He can’t believe you’re real. Maybe he actually died from that blaster wound on Saleucami and he’s gone to some paradise in the afterlife. Somehow he finds the wherewithal to grip under your thighs and lift you, standing as you mouth at his jaw.

Your apartment is small so Rex finds the bed room easily. He tosses you gently onto the bed and he pulls the top of his blacks over his head. Your eyes widen. It’s not like you didn’t know he’d have a body like this; after all, he’s basically a genetically modified super soldier and Maker knows you’ve fantasized about it. But you’re still shocked into an awestruck silence when you actually see him. Rex is built like a god — defined upper body, corded muscles under golden skin begging to be touched. You watch with bated breath as he peels off his bottoms, freeing his stiff cock and for the first time you thank the Kaminoans because fuck — he’s huge.

You must have been staring because he’s stopped undressing, eyes worried and eyebrows knit. He self consciously looks down at himself and back to you.

“Uh…is th – am I not what you expected?” He asks and the hurt that flashes in his eyes breaks your heart.

“What? No! I mean fuck, Rex,” you stammer out as you rise up to your knees and run your hand down his chest and over his abdomen appreciatively, “Maker, you’re just… you’re way hotter than I imagined,” you admit with a nervous chuckle. Your eyes meet his and you bite your lip, sinking back down until your face is level with his cock. You wrap a hand around the base and lick a stripe up the underside and Rex struggles to control his breathing. Without breaking eye contact, you take him into your mouth, swiping your tongue over the bead of precum leaking from the tip and his hands fly to grip the back of your head as he throws his head back and groans.

“F-fuck.”

You could get addicted to this kind of power. Rex, venerable clone captain of the 501st, falling apart and trembling because of your mouth. You take him in further until he’s touching the back of your throat and your nose brushes against the coarse hairs at the base of his cock. You can feel him tensing and fisting your hair as he struggles not to buck into your mouth. Breathing through your nose you gag on his length before pulling off to replace your mouth with your hand and stroke him languidly.

“Maker — Fuck. C’mere,” he grits out while pulling you up into another searing kiss. Rex’s hands desperately roam your body, groping and feeling and squeezing, pushing you down gently to lay on your back as he crawls over you. He slides one hand down to your center and runs a finger through your folds.

“You’re so wet.” Rex moans appreciatively as he swipes a finger over your clit.

“Yes,” you whimper into his mouth, “All ‘cause of you. I want you so bad, Rex.”

He pushes two fingers into your hole and the stretch has you throbbing with need and sets your nerve endings alight. As he pumps in and out, you slip a hand down to rub tight circles over your clit.

“That’s my girl,” he praises as he adds a third finger, “you can come for me like this, yeah?”

You can feel yourself edging closer and closer to your climax but you don’t want it to end yet. “Rex please — I want you…. I wanna feel you inside me,” you moan pathetically.

“Just give me one. Just give me one like this and you can have whatever you want.” He grits out and with that, he curls his fingers, hitting that spot that makes you scream. Your vision goes white and you fist the sheets as Rex fucks you through your orgasm, his fingers now dripping with your release. And when you finally come down from your high, panting and boneless, he crawls up onto the bed to kiss you sweetly, cupping your cheek in his hand and gently caressing the skin with his thumb. He breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to yours, gazing into your eyes with an awe-struck look that melts your heart.

You huff out an incredulous laugh. “Wow,” you breath. Rex responds with a dopey, crooked smile and you reach out to cup his face in your hands. “Fuck me, Rex.”

His eyes darken before he crashes his lips to yours, tongue swiping into your mouth as he reaches down to blindly notch himself at your entrance and push in slowly. You can feel every ridge and vein as he breeches your tight walls and you both groan in unison when he’s buried to the hilt. You wrap your legs around him and dig your heels into his ass, begging for him to move.

You’d normally like to be fucked fast and rough but there’s something about the slow, deep way Rex thrusts into you that feels reverential, like you’re a goddess and he’s worshipping at your altar. The feeling clouds your mind and sparks something deep inside and when he threads his fingers through yours you feel like your heart could burst out of your chest. He kisses along your jaw and babbles incoherently into your ear.

“Th-think about you all the time.”

“F-fuck, mesh’la.”

“Feel better than I imagined.”

He picks up his pace, grinding into you when his hips meet yours. You never thought such vanilla sex could feel so mind meltingly good but the new pace he’s set, the way his coarse hairs rub against your clit, and his mumbled confessions send you to another plane of existence, building and building and building.

“Oh stars, Rex, please don’t stop,” you beg. “I’m so close.” You frantically reach around his back, nails sinking into his skin as the heat building in your core finally ignites and —

“Oh gods Rex, I—FUCK”

You’re sobbing his name as he ruts into you, fucking you through your orgasm and desperately seeking his own release. Your walls grip his cock like a vice and he follows soon after, choking out a strangled moan as he rips himself from your warmth to take himself in hand and cover your breasts in his release.

The moments that follow are quiet. There’s only the sound of your heavy breaths, both of your chests heaving as you come down from your highs, taking each other in. Your faces are mirrors of incredulity.

Did that actually just happen?

As the fog of lust dissipates, you remember the confessions he moaned into your ear. Could he have feelings for you too? Was any of that true?

You’re at a loss for words, stunned into silence until Rex clears his throat, “Ah uh where can I find —“ he motions at the mess he’s made.

“Oh,” you mentally shake yourself out of your stupor.

“Towels and stuff are in the ‘fresher under the sink,” you say as you prop yourself up on your forearms, “…thanks.”

He’s back in a moment with a warm, damp washcloth, gently wiping away his spend from your chest. His eyes make contact with yours. They’re full of adoration and uncertainty and he opens his mouth to speak just when the sound of his commlink chirps from the other room.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t massively disappointed when he reluctantly left to answer it; you can hear him being called away, an order to return to base immediately.

When he returns to your room, Rex is wearing an expression you can’t read. It’s serious but the way his eyebrows are knit together betrays a sense of…sadness? Regret? Your heart is in your throat. Maybe he’s realized what a massive mistake this was. That he could be court martialed if this progressed any further.

“So you’re being summoned. Duty calls?” You tease, trying to find familiar ground, an attempt to return to your old dynamic and calm your nerves.

“That’s right.” His voice is tight and he nods once in your direction before finding his discarded blacks and redressing. You watch him silently from your bed, admiring the shadowy outline of his muscles rippling in the dim light as he pulls on his top. He pauses for a moment and turns his head to look at you in consideration before walking out of the room. You hear the snaps of claps and the clanking of plastoid as he puts on his armor and briefly consider whether you should get up to see him out when he returns fully dressed. Rex nervously adjusts his vambraces before breaking the silence.

“Can I…see you again?” He asks shyly.

Your chest squeezes and you can’t help the smile that’s plastering your face.

“Yeah,” you breathe. “I’d like that.” Rex’s face lights up with your acceptance and he thanks the Maker for the scar at the center of his chest, for the near-death experience that led him to Cut. For the Lawquanes. For opening his eyes to look past his programming and showing him that maybe…

Maybe things could be different.

—

Part 2 >

A/N: WOW my respect for fic writers on this hellsite has increased tenfold. Formatting in this editor is a bitch. Why are all the paragraph breaks different sizes? I can’t.

“Rex?” You try to investigate a bit more without being invading. You know he needs to take his time to tell you things, especially after what happened. But your voice is trembling, hesitant, loaded with expectation.

“I want you. Now.” he says low, growling, teeth grinning together like he’s trying to restrain himself. His lips brush on your neck and send shivers down your spine, passing to you just the surface of arousal he’s feeling right now. This just aliments more your need to be taken right there, on the spot.

“I’m right here Rex. I’m all yours.” You reassure him craving one of his kisses, spreading a bit your legs, your aching cunt clenching over nothing. He bites your neck tenderly and his hands tighten the grip on your hips. He’s grinding himself on you, you feel his dick pressed against your ass and his massive body caging yours against the wall. Over the years he became broader, massive, tempered by war. Your cunt clenches again just by the thought of his heavy body on you.

He grabs onto your pants and strips you of them without any regard for kindness.

“So eager, Captain…” you scoff, panting.

“I’m no Captain. No more.”

He says that very seriously and very clearly, and you just can’t believe your ears. He must be on a spice dream or something… your Rex would never say something like that. You wonder for a fraction of a second at what happened when he was away.

He groans as he unlaces his kama and his codpiece, grabbing his pulsing dick in his hand. He gives you a heads up just right before thrusting in you the first time, a hand pressed around your neck and one on your hip. You let a whimper escape your mouth. “Fuck you’re so tight.” Your pussy swells to welcome his largeness in you, and you suddenly feel heavier, fuller.

He doesn’t want to take his time, not now. He doesn’t want to enjoy the moment. This is a stress relief kind of fuck. He’s pounding in you hard, snapping his hips back and forward against your ass, his cock now lubed with your wet juices “Fuck me, Rex!” You scream out loud. He’s never fucked you like that, not in a million times you thought he could be so rough. But you’re pleasantly surprised by this change of tone, and a bit curious. He inserts two of his calloused fingers in your mouth and you suck on them eagerly, swirling your tongue around them and coating them with all the saliva you could gather.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re gonna forget your name, cyare.” He’s grunting heavily, retaining his loud moans as he thrust in you at this impossible pace, pressing your body against the wall. “Fuck, fuck them, fuck everything.” He groans against your back “I want to forget everything while I fuck your pretty pussy. Make me forget them, cyare.”

You don’t fully understand what he means, not at that moment. Your tight walls squeeze him so good, you can feel the tip of his cock hitting your favorite spot, making you arch your back from the pleasure. It’s not easy to focus on what he says when everything you hear is muffled by all the shockwaves his dick is sending you.

“Rex, keep fucking me like this, touch me!” You cry out desperate. He buries all of his dick in your cunt as he gropes your tits and guides you on the edge of the bed.

“You like that, don’t you? You like when I go rough on you?” You nod desperately as he throws you on the bed. He grabs your legs and puts them up in the air, aligning himself with the entrance of your wet folds “Look at you, dripping all these juices on my sheets. You’re so fucking wet.” He grimaces looking at you from up there in all his majesty. Fuck he looks so menacing, like he could annihilate you with a snap of his fingers.

But he opts to thrust his hips once more, pumping his dick in you and wrecking that pretty pussy of yours. That position sends you on another Galaxy, you can't control your legs now wrapped by his large arms. And he can fuck you a lot easier, a lot harder, a lot deeper. He squeezes your legs together, kissing and licking them as he continues to pound in you “R-Rex! Fuck don’t stop!” Your moans are becoming something unbearable to retain, your cunt is aching and burning from all the built-up pleasure. He leans down and pinches your clit with two fingers, rubbing it between them.

“Oh fuuck…” in that moment you even forget to have a body as you come on him. The overstimulation just makes you feel dizzy and light as your body shakes in his bed. He would normally say something but he just keeps on pounding in you as your pussy clenches around him. You moan loudly from your overstimulated senses as you call his name repeatedly “Rex! R-Rex… Rex!”

“Fuck them. Fuck everything.” He keeps repeating and after every word his pace becomes rougher than before. He leans over you, legs now spread and hugging his torso as he cums in you grunting, giving one last powerful thrust. That’s it, you can feel his entirety in you, over you, all around you. His hot cum fills you up to the brim, and goes on still.

“Look at me.” he asks cupping your face with his hands. You look in the deepest spots of his brown eyes, trembling from pleasure “C-aptain…” you moan against his lips

“Shut it cyare, just look at me.”

He doesn’t say anything else as he scrutinizes your face covered in sweaty drops, your eyes still foggy from the orgasm he gave you. He doesn’t look happy, his eyes are a burning fire ready to swallow and destroy everything.