#sexyyyyyyy

trueeee ily mary also consider this a mini bday present for @morganas-pendragons while I finish writing my other gift

✵✵✵ rini’s minis ; kix + making out

he’s handsy today.

running fingers down your spine as you shiver and shake in front of the rest of the base medics during a briefing from your CMO. kix doesn’t need to be there, since he’s a field medic, but claimed to have needed ‘refreshing’ on how to administer microsutures and offered to attend in quiet observance.

as if he wasn’t the most experienced person in patching up saber wounds in the whole damn GAR. you know for a fact that he’s had to fix hardcase up after a stint with dropping general skywalker’s lightsaber while trying to singe a giant penis into the side of a 212th transport.

that should have been your first clue.

after everyone’s dismissed, he doesn’t seem to want to hang around and bask in the compliments from all the other flirty nurses who rarely get a glimpse of the prettiest face in the clone army—how do you keep your hair so clean? got any new scars you wanna show off? your tattoo is sooo sexy, kix—while he’s never had eyes for anyone but you, you know his ego never turns down a chance at praise.

but today, he settles for a wink and a smile, choosing instead to circle around and stand in front of you, waiting, staring. grabbing for your fingers. silently asking you to make the first move.

“you’re really horny today, aren’t you?”

your nonchalant remark has him keeling over in embarrassment, and for a guy so used to getting ogled at by women across the galaxy, his moments of prudery always make you laugh.

flaming cheeks twist into a frown, but before he can reply you swipe a thumb across his lips.

“I’m just playing, honey. though I do think you rely too much on your looks. where’s the smooth talker that convinced me to give you a chance, anyway?”

you’re gonna pay for your teasing.

he tells you so the second he follows you to your examination room, pinning you to the back of the door as soon as it shuts. armoured arms wrap around your waist in a flash, and his lips find yours an instant later.

a muffled squeal is swallowed by him as you melt into his grasp, impatient fingers digging into your skin through the flimsy fabric of your uniform—one he’s complimented many times before. you hear him snicker lowly before he hitches one leg up and over his hip, hand hooking beneath your knee and pulling your middles deliciously closer.

you sigh softly as he nips at your bottom lip, your own fingers wandering behind his neck and settling behind his ears. when you scratch his sensitive spot, he hums and grinds against you.

it’s still a surprise when his tongue dashes across your mouth, asking for entrance, and you tilt your head as he pushes past your lips, the kiss getting wetter by the second. the urge to have him shirtless spikes hot and sharp in your muddled brain, and you curse his armour for blocking you from the expanse of his chest, but it’s all forgotten when he latches on to your tongue and sucks.

you really were in for it, now.

with a gasp, you break away to catch your breath, but kix is relentless in his quest to kiss you senseless, and his lips creep down the bare skin of your neck as he gently brushes your hair out of the way and leans forward.

when his teeth graze the pressure point above your pulse, you can’t help but let out a heady moan. it’s not normal for you to be so out of control of your reactions, but kix knows your body better than anyone else. better than you do. and he knows just what buttons to push to have you like putty in his hands.

after hauling you to the examination table and settling between your legs, he slips his digits underneath your shirt to paw at the soft skin of your stomach, and the contact has you chasing his lips once more. the momentum slows when you tuck your hair behind both ears and he watches, starry eyed, with a blinding smile and nudges your nose with his. slowly, your hands find their place against his shoulders, and slide upwards til you’re cradling his face adoringly, affection bursting from your seams. good gods, you’ve really missed him.

he takes the moment the same, drinking you in, but it’s him that continues first, laving kisses to your wrist as you tug his head up to yours. it’s an agonizingly slow dance of tongue and teeth, sighs of contentment escaping the both of you, but the heat of before still burns quietly between you.

“you know it’s probably against the rules to have sex on a medical bed, right?”

he captures your lips once more, admiring the spit trail that connects your mouths, just centimetres apart.