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A surge of electricity seemed to energize the very air around you as Echo's hand extended to tenderly brush a loose strand of hair behind your ear. It was a simple gesture, but filled with intention, a whisper of affection. Right? Or were you imagining it?

"You've been doing an excellent job," he murmured, his voice deep and laced with hidden desire. "Your dedication and skill are... commendable."

“Thank you…” you said slowly, always awkward when complimented. You sought something, anything else to say, but the intensity in his eyes and the earnestness of his expression held you captive. 

There was a pause, an unspoken question hanging between you both. But silence felt too heavy, the longing too persistent. And so, slowly, cautiously, he leaned in, his heart pounding in his chest. His lips met yours in a gentle kiss, tentative but genuine, as if it were the most precious gift granted to him if he were to be so lucky.

You were the one who felt lucky, letting out a small gasp at the shock and delight of his sudden affection, the touch and closeness you’d been yearning for setting your senses on fire. One arm wrapped around you, the cybernetic one kept carefully away, and he pulled you closer, heart leaping as he felt you melt against him. 

In that brief but electrifying embrace, Echo discovered a sliver of the comfort, acceptance, and freedom that he had yearned for since returning to “regular life” as a very “irregular” individual. As he pulled away ever so slightly, trying to catch his breath, he fumbled for words, shaking his head in disbelief as a smile wove its way across his gaunt cheeks. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, sitting up straight, wondering why he was apologizing. 

“Echo,” you breathed, a worshipful sigh of his name that conveyed the depth of your affection for him. “Please don’t be sorry.”

His heart soared at the sound of his own name falling from your lips. There, in that quiet moment, the weight of his self-doubt and insecurity slowly eased, replaced by the immense sense of connection he felt with you. As your reassuring words resonated in his ears, Echo found an unexpected spark of confidence, pulling you closer as his golden eyes locked with yours in an unspoken declaration of his desire and devotion.

"I… I don’t know why I’m sorry…" he murmured, his voice gaining strength as he gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "Not when being with you feels like... like coming home. I never thought life would be so unbelievably kind to me." His fingers lingered softly against your cheek, pale skin against flushed warmth. The realization settled upon him that he had discovered a love that he had doubted he deserved.

* * * 

Months passed, and the two of you were buoyed by the delight of infatuation, the slow discovery of two souls finding home. Your conversations deepened, your intimacy grew, and the comfort you felt with one another was unlike anything you’d ever experienced. So when you found yourselves alone on the Marauder one afternoon, relaxing in the cockpit together, the way the sunlight caught his pale golden eyes caught your attention with a particular intensity. He noticed you looking at him, meeting your gaze with a mixture of fondness and amusement. 

"Something on your mind?" he asked, mirroring your smile as you shook your head. "Liar," he accused, and your jaw dropped in delight at his mockingly sharp tone. 

"I mean, something is always on my mind," you said, waggling your eyebrows at him. The times you'd had to yourselves had always been peppered with increasingly passionate affection, from chaste kisses to heavy petting and making out until you were breathless. The thought of it sent a wave of heat through you, and your cheeks grew red in visible betrayal of your internal ponderings. 

"Care to share?" he invited, coughing a bit to mask the slight huskiness suddenly present in his voice. 

You rose to your feet, crossing the cockpit and straddling him, setting your weight into his lap and cupping his face with adoring hands. "You, Echo," you whispered, leaning in to kiss his shocked lips before sitting up again. "You are always on my mind. I want to know your every thought, be with you every moment... feel every part of you..." You swallowed hard, terrified at the vulnerability of your admission but also confident in the indescribable connection you had developed with him. 

Echo's golden eyes bore into yours, searching for any trace of doubt or hesitation. But all he found was a raw, open vulnerability and a burning determination within you. He gently settled his arms on your waist, fingers tracing light patterns against your skin as he remained temporarily speechless. You could feel his self-doubt mingling with the sliver of hope that you had stoked within him and pressed your forehead against his, softly murmuring words that you hoped would ignite the love and acceptance he yearned for - a flame hot enough to burn away the remnants of the past.

“The only hesitations between us are yours,” you assured him, gently tracing your nose back and forth against his own. “I love you for who you are…” you drifted off, realizing your admission of love had never been uttered before. You didn’t think his large, emotive eyes could grow any bigger, but the surprise of your statement gave him an irresistible expression of disbelief. 

“You love me?” he said, in one full-breathed exhale. His limbs were frozen on your waist, face gazing up at you in unfettered admiration. 

“Yes,” you breathed, and this time it was he who pulled you against him, kissing you with an intensity that made you weak in the knees. His lips met yours again and again, tilting and turning, heavy breaths beginning to accompany the movement as his body began to move beneath you as well. He pulled away with a small gasp, as though he’d forgotten to breathe for a while, and he gazed at you in awestruck delight. 

The next thing you knew, you were on his bunk and in his arms, wrapped around each other in aching desire to be as close, as unified as possible. You had removed all clothing from each other with shaky hands and sheepish grins, but had collapsed into each other and found a momentary pause of stillness in the sensation of your bodies against one another. As you gazed into his eyes, pools of emotion that swirled with trust and desire, your fingertips absently traced the lines of the cybernetics that punctuated his skin, feeling the hard metal beneath your touch and appreciating the story it told of resilience and survival. He shifted beneath you, a reaction of habit when his physical differences were a center of focus. 

But your caresses were appreciative, affectionate… furthered by the words you whispered against his cheek, promises and love… He seemed to open up like a fern unfurling its tightly-coiled leaves in the inviting glow of the sun, relaxing into your touch and surrendering himself to your exploration. The intensity was growing again as your lips met his, tugging and nipping, slipping your tongue into his mouth and swallowing his groan in response. The flame was burning in his chest, and one strong arm wrapped around your head, bicep flexing against your temple as he held you close. He buried his face in your neck as you tipped your chin back, sucking in the cool air in blissful disbelief. 

“I don’t deserve you,” he murmured against your collarbone, sending a shiver down your spine.

“You deserve the galaxy,” you answered, hand gliding along his side, from his ribcage to his waist, across his hip bone and the fleshy curve of his butt. Your leg was draped over his – skin and metal, heat and cold, and you relished the sensations that were crashing over you like a tidal wave.

He extricated himself carefully from your entanglement, climbing on top of you instead as you relaxed onto your back, eyes wide and smile wider as he lowered himself gently. Your legs fell open on either side of him as your hands continued to memorize the slope of his spine, the ridges and valleys of his cybernetics, and he whispered your name like a prayer as he kissed along your neck. He seemed unable or unwilling to roam much further than that; the intoxicating delight of the sheer intimacy of your faces so close together kept him there as he writhed against you, basking in your touch. 

“I want you,” you said softly, caressing his cheek with one hand and losing yourself in his simmering golden gaze. “I want all of you.” His eyes fluttered shut as he shifted his hips, arm muscles tensing as he pressed his hard length against you. You were aroused beyond belief, still wondering if you were dreaming as you felt his cock slide against your wet folds. Your helpless moans coaxed him on as he pushed into you, his brow furrowed in restraint as he guided his tip a few inches in before withdrawing again. 

You wrapped your legs around him, unabashed in your need, and sighed a breathy “yessss” as he sank into you again, further this time. He was slow, calculated… years of soldier training and a razor-sharp will allowing him to tantalize you with his patient rhythm. He didn’t pull out all the way, massaging your opening with his tip before gliding in again. The stretch was euphoric, electrifying your mind and body with the realization of the way he filled you up, breathing heavily against your shoulder as he moved on top of you. 

He began to pick up speed, growling in response to your increasingly feral moans. His hand grasped for yours, fingers entwining next to your head as he bottomed out inside of you, pausing for a moment to enjoy the perfect connection. The intimacy was unbelievable, his forehead resting against yours, shared breaths mingling before he tipped his chin forward to kiss you. It was a short one, replaced quickly by the sight of his muscular body rocking on yours, driving you closer and closer to the edge. 

The faint glow of the ship’s lights illuminated the sheen of sweat across his back as you raked your fingers across it, the other hand still tightly gripped in his own. He released a low, guttural gasp of exertion as his muscles tensed and his back straightened, his rhythm against you bringing wave after wave of pleasure. You cried out, unable to hold back anymore, and with increasingly erratic thrusts, he released himself into euphoria. 

Seconds felt like hours as you basked in the throes of satisfaction, shudders of ecstasy reverberating through your bodies. The sensation of his heartbeat against your chest, the way he tenderly nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck… the small intimacies that make the afterglow all the more blissful as you marveled at the joy of all that transpired. 

“I love you,” you whispered again, lips brushing against his skin. You savored the salty taste of his passion and exertion, feeling his cheek curve in a smile as he shifted to lay beside you. You entwined together again, messy and flushed, and his fingers found yours, lifting them to his mouth. 

“And I love you,” he echoed, kissing your knuckles with inexpressible gratitude and affection. 

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Echo and you walk through the streets, laughing and smiling. He had his cybernetic arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to his side and spending you some of his warmth.

You decided to make another date evening today.

First, you had dinner in a fancy but luckily relative cheap restaurant, and now you're making your way to the local movie theater. They have a special offer today. It's close to Christmas, so they're showing some fitting movies.

"We haven't decided yet, which one we want to see," Echo says after some time, looking over at you.

"Hmmm, I read that there are a few good ones on today. Have you seen some of them?" you ask and start to list the ones you remember.

Echo just shakes his head, already knowing there wasn't any Christmas film he'd ever seen. "It's actually the first time for me to celebrate Christmas at all."

Immediately, a sour feeling spreads in your gut. You already knew that. A few weeks ago, Echo was a little bit confused about all the new sweet things in the store. When he asked you about it, you realized that he didn't even know what Christmas really was at this point.

You tried to explain it, and even though he was confused about all of it at first, too, he happily decided to (quote:) "try the Christmas" this year.

So you've decided that it'll be the best Christmas ever. For him, and for you. You started to show him everything. Christmas cookies, markets, trees, decorations and a bunch of other stuff. Today was the turn for the movies. Or, at least one movie.

"Oh? I've seen some. If you want, I can sum up some of the plot," you suggest and as he nods with a sweet smile on his face, you start to explain the different movies to him, without spoiling too much.

Echo nods along. Sometimes, he crinkles his eyebrows in a cute way, unsure of what you're telling him isn't rather a fever dream than an actual movie, but in the end, he all in all looks very neutral.

"So?" you ask, "If you didn't like one of those, we also can look at the descriptions of the other movies I don't know."

"Hm... Well, I sure wanna know what the others are about, but there are some you already watched that sound good, too," he says, and you agree.

You do as you said and in the end, you decide to watch a film you already know, and you're more than satisfied with that.

You buy the tickets and stop at the small snack counter. Today is also a snack-spacial. Next to the usual stuff, you can also buy hot chocolate, punch and cookies.

For a short moment, you think you're in heaven.

Both of you decide on the punch and the cookies, relatively fast.

Together, you make your way to the small movie hall, looking for your row and sitting down together on your pair seat.

Fulfilling the cliché, Echo lays an arm around you. You lean onto him and place your hand on his stomach. The cookies stand on a small table that was attached to the seat in front of you, and you reach for them now and then.

When the advertisements start, you two are making fun of them and laugh quietly. As soon as the movie starts, you try to be quiet and watch it.

Occasionally, Echo asks some small questions about it, or you two comment some of the things in a whispering tone. You don't want to disturb anyone of the others.

Sometimes, you also share some small kisses or light touches, like your thumb drawing circles on his tummy or his hand slightly moving up and down your shoulder. Everything is sweet and cozy and with every minute you are close to Echo, the evening is getting better and better.

You don't mind if you're the cringy couple, as long as you feel so loved and warm with him and as long as your heart beats in your chest and the butterflies fly in your stomach in that special way.

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You couldn't really believe what was happening here. Just now Echo was so reserved, restrained soft kisses, shy little touches, so tender as if he thought you could disintegrate under his touch. But the more you press against him, the more you kiss him, the more he comes out of his shell.

Right now you're sitting across from him on the sofa in your apartment, his scomp-link between your legs, the flat side vibrating through the fabric of your panties against your pubic, stimulating your clit.

"I-I didn't know you could do that with this thing," you say a little breathlessly, one of your hands clutching the prosthetic the other on his neck, your forehead pressed to his.

"You like it?" he asks delightedly with a small smile.

"Very much s-so"

He increases the vibration even more and a hoarse, moaning sound comes from your throat, followed by his name.

"Ooooh, Echo...."

Your juices gather in your pussy, soaking the fabric of your panties and already staining the scomp-link.

His lips find yours and he kisses you intimately, hungrily, his tongue hunting yours, each velvety prod another impulse adding to your arousal.

With deft fingers, you release the cod piece and begin stroking him over the blacks. Echo moans into the kiss and bucks his hips into your palm, he craves your touch and here and now he just realizes how much he had really been craving it.

All of a sudden he breaks away from the kiss and breathlessly says, "I want to taste you."

"What?"

"You know, your blossom," he says, blushing a little.

Heat rises like a wave inside you and you nod eagerly, how could you say no, you wanted so badly to feel him in every way possible.

He gently but firmly pushes you back into a lying position on the sofa and pulls your already damp panties from down and tosses them carelessly to the side behind him. He has a hunger in his gaze that you don't even know from him yet.

Echo bends down, his shoulders and his head between your legs, he looks at your pussy that lies before him like a wet glistening flower. His tongue draws a wide stripe along your pubic, several times in a row. Already the first touch, makes your fingers claw into the fabric of the sofa.

At first, his tongue alternates between massaging movements on your clit and fast twitching thrusts into your cleft. The moment he focuses his tongue on your clit and two of his fingers gently enter your slit, he has already turned you into a moaning, squirming mess. He gently pumps your pussy in a deft curve, stimulating you from the inside while his tongue dances wildly over the tender, swollen knot of nerves.

"Echo, if you keep this up, I'm going to cum soon!" you warn him.

He hums contentedly, still with his tongue and lips on your clit. The vibration sweeps you along, a twitch going through your abdomen followed by a tingling wave that travels down to your curling toes.

Echo gently works you through the aftershock of your climax before lifting his head with a grin and looking at you.

"I did well for you, didn't I?"

You nod eagerly, "That was wonderful, Echo, but I want more."

"More?" he asks, looking a little puzzled "Do you want me to do it again?"

"No, Echo, I want you, I want more of you, I want you to love me".

He blinks, he basically knows what you mean, but he takes the opportunity to say "I have been for a while"

You feel a wave of warmth rise up inside you again.

"Then let me feel it, physically" you say with a suggestive little smile.

He smirks and says, "You want me to fuck you, don't you?"

It's unusual to hear him talk like that, and it brings heat to your ears and cheeks.

"Yes," you say almost shyly.

He smiles broadly and asks, "Would you sit on my lap while I do it, I want to hold you against me when my cock is inside you, I want you close to me."

You nod and climb over his lap as he sits upright.

You lift your hips slowly, your hand moves to his hard cock and lines it up with your pussy, with a tender, soft touch that makes his eyelids flutter, then slowly lower yourself back onto his lap, letting him sink into the soft, wet heat of your pussy, your hands moving to his shoulders, softly settling there

Echo's mouth drops open and he expells a stuttering breath.

"M-mesh'la," he breaths hoarsely „Feels so good, so warm, so close...hnnngh“

When you are fully sunken onto his lap and his hard length deep inside you, you sigh in pleasure, followed by a moan as Echo wraps his arms tightly around you

You slowly begin to ride him, bobbing up and down on his lap, feeling him so close, so intimate.

Echo moans, running his hand down your back, burying his face against your neck, peppering your, salty, sweaty skin with kisses.

Your movements quicken, making him gasp against your neck and cling to you tighter, his sighs and moans are like fuel in your veins, such sweet sounds from the man you love.

"This is wonderful," he says breathing heavily, "So loving and sensual, just the way I always wanted to have you"

His confession makes you smile and tingle all over.

He leanes back a little to look into your face, the face he loves so much and the adoration in his gaze is almost stronger than the words he says next.

"Cyare... ni kar'tayl gar darasuum..."

The words had come out of his mouth softly, sweetly.

"I love you too".

His glazed over eyes go wide, staring at you.

"Really?", he asks, the word almost just a whisper.

„I do, with all my heart“

His lips find yours again, engaging you in a deep, intimate kiss and you resume your sensual ride, making Echo moan and gasp into the kiss.

This time you quicken, clawing your fingers into his shoulders, his muscles start to tremble in aroused tension and his arms grab your body firmer.

Your pussy tightenes around his cock, eliciting a loud moan from him, your thighs begin to shake

"Echo," you moan hoarsely "I'm close."

He gasps "Me too, Mesh'la.... cum for me, my love"

You bobb up and down more and more wildly on his lap, riding him so intens, feeling his thick cock shove into your pussy over and over with every up and down, until the intensity building in your core is just too much to hold and discharges tingling and pulsing, making you moan and shiver. Your toes curl and you cling to Echo's shoulders, moaning hoarsely.

He joines in your moans, his hard cock throbbing inside you, spilling his seed, a thick load, into you, moaning at your neck.

Gently you bobb up and down a few more times, riding out your climax and his, feeling your arousal and his semen drip on the Sofa under you, but right now you couldn't care less. He still clings to you and you to him. It feels so right and warm and perfect, so satisfied and loving.

He whispers, "I love you, I love you so much, I've been carrying that around with me for a long time, my feelings for you, the desire for you."

Still sitting on his lap you snuggle up to him.

"Don't ever let go of me"

Echo smiles against your neck "I'll hold you forever Cyare".

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