#swimagines

The club you were headed to was called the “Glimmering Lotus,” and Jil and the two other girls you ran with were standing outside. You didn’t recognize the woman standing next to Jil. She was pretty, most definitely Pantoran, and wore her light pink hair long down her back. She was striking next to Jil’s tall, green frame, and she currently had wrapped her lekku in a light golden fibre. “There’s our girl!” She shouted as you stepped out of the speeder. Cams that had been turned off suddenly flashed in your direction as you and the four women went inside the club, everyone desperate to get an image of the most photographed socialites on Coruscant.

“I’ve met someone.” Whispered Jil as she linked arms with you walking in. Your eyes widened in shock and you shot her a devilish grin. You raised your eyebrows and gestured your head to the Pantoran in front of you, “our new friend?”

“Boa Obidyas. We met at that holofilm premiere you missed.” Your group was led towards a cushioned booth near the center of the club, on the upper level and she continued “She’s very sweet. We’ve been seeing each other for two months now?” You smiled at her and then chatted with Boa and the other two, Mora and Carana, before you ordered your first round of drinks.

An hour later you were leaning on Boa’s arm as you spun around on the dance floor with your friends. “I’m glad you’re ok.” Jil said, sidling up to you and Boa and passing each of you another drink. “So am I. I’m just happy to be back.” you slurred. The air in the club felt warm, tight. It really was good to be back. The lights flickered around the room, bouncing off the opulence and the glass and the wealthy people, this was who you were. Where did you start drifting. The answer hit you in the ribs as the song ended, and slipped into a slower tune you could recall from a quiet night in your apartment. The memory dripped in and out of your drunken consciousness…

“Careful princess, you’re still healing.”

“But I love this song!” You swung your arms around Rex’s neck, and he chuckled while pulling you in. The suns hung low in the sky and cast an orange glow throughout your apartment, refracting off the half drank glasses of white wine and the white radio currently humming a soft, jazzy song. “I wish we could stay like this forever.” 

You’re brought back to reality by your friends pulling you off the floor as couples began to twirl, and the buzz on your wrist. A message from Fives flashed on the screen. Boys and I are going to 79’s, got back early, not sure when I’ll get to you. Come meet us, Cap would love the surprise. You shot a glance at Boa and Jil, sipping their drinks and gazing into each other's eyes. Jil looked up for a moment and noticed your expression, “Is this about that man?”

“Who?” you asked with feigned surprise. She shook her head and rolled her eyes before standing to hug you goodbye, “the man I know you’ve been hiding away with that you won’t introduce us to. We’re just about done here, go meet him.” She kissed your cheek and you gave Boa a quick hug before finding Mora and Carana at the bar and excusing yourself. Already out the door. You messaged back, sliding into a yellow taxi-speeder as you sped off towards the outskirts of Coruscant.

* * *

“Hey pretty lady!” Fives yelled the moment you exited the cab. Your entrance attracted the attention of a few other men standing outside, drinking from bottles and loudly clapping each other on the back. “Well well who do we have here!” yelled one, an officer by the looks of the grey cap on his head. “Knock it off, she’s too high class for your bunch,” he said, throwing an arm around your shoulder while you walked in, “she rolls with the 501st.” You smiled at the sentiment and leaned your head back on his shoulder “Where’s the Captain?” you asked sweetly, and he rolled his eyes at the question. “Someone’s eager today, how much have you had to drink?” 

“Not quite enough, how about I get us both a shot?”

“Now THAT I like the sound of!” The two of you walked over to the bar, where you ordered yourself a shot of some glittering silver liquid, and Fives the dark brown drink you had seen Rex order before. “Glad to be back?” You asked, passing him the small glass. “Oh absolutely. Cap seemed to hurry us along, can’t imagine why?” he said, laughing as the two of you clinked glasses. You took the shot easily, and dipped your head back as you took it, colliding with a plastoid chestplate. You squinted in confusion until a blue and white wrist gauntlet leaned against your arm on the bar. You turned around to see Rex’s surprised face, and Fives spoke before he said anything, “Look who decided to meet up with us! I just figured she’d be out, and you know the boys haven’t seen her.”

“Oh sure, I’m sure you were eager to message her.” He said, voice dripping in sarcasm.

“I mean, you know if any of the 501st comms me, I’ll always answer,” you responded, sending him an overly sweet smile. Fives got up, and ordered another round to be brought back to their booth, “we’ll I’ll let you chat, I’ll be back with the boys.” You stood up and turned to face him, grabbing his wrist in the process. You traced over the tally marks, noticing the new lines likely scratched in on the way home. You thought about the last time you talked about these, about the rules you chose to break. He seemed to sense your thought and placed a hand over yours, “I think you bring out the worst in me sometimes.”

“Oh? And why is that?”

“Because,” he said, looping his arm around your waist and guiding you towards the table, leaning in close to your ear, “you make me love to break the rules.”

You squished into the booth between Kix and Jesse, Rex sitting opposite you with Fives and Tup. The boys were currently recounting the latest mission, and you were listening as intently as you could, leaning your chin on your fingers. Kix was tuned in to his datapad, as he often was, either reading the tabloids or some sappy romance novel you had downloaded for him. The early days of your friendship were often spent with you forcing him to watch your holodramas, and you nearly burst with excitement the first time he asked for recommendations. He had since become inseparable from it. You looked over his shoulder to see him scrolling through the latest post from MoreCore, and were not entirely surprised to see your face on the screen. “Boys look! It’s our girl!” He said, passing the datapad around. At least it was a flattering picture, you thought, you were smiling and waving at the people around, hair still blowing from the wind from the speeder. “Coruscant’s most eligible bachelorette takes the town for a night out with party-girl friends, details on her look on page 5!” Jesse read, and Rex nearly choked on his drink. “Let me see that!” he said, reaching across the table. “Hmph, only page five?” You wondered aloud, and Kix laughed. “That is a nice dress!” Tup said, trying to deflect from the Captain’s frustration. “Thanks Tup. I’m sure they’re just saying that because Jil’s relationship just went public,” you reached over and snatched the datapad back from him, “come on Cap, you look like you could use a dance.” 

You shimmied out from around the booth and grabbed his hand, the rest of the men tried very hard to not send suggestive winks your way. “It’s moments like this when I wish we could run away,” you said as you walked out towards the floor, blending in amongst the crowd of troopers and their dance partners. “Why? You’re very much in your element here.” he said, releasing your hand while you spun on your hell. The light shone off the shimmery fabric and sent sparkles around the floor, but you imagined 79’s had seen worse, as it was already littered with cocktail napkins and various straws. “I know, but I know it bothers you.”

“It doesn’t bother me, it’s my fault.”

“Don’t say that, don’t make it out to be like you chose this.”

“You know, I have this buddy, on Saleucami, it’s not really your kind of place but, maybe one day he could help us out.” You smiled and spun back in his arms, leaning your head on his chest for just a moment and swaying, taking solace in the anonymity of the crowd of his brothers. If no one looked hard enough, he wasn’t Rex and you weren’t you, you were just two more lost lovers waiting for the war to end to make their move.

* * *

The two of you headed home shortly after, Fives having been getting cozy with a black haired girl you had seen around the bar before, and the rest of them ordering more drinks than either of you intended to finish. You hailed the cab and quickly sped home, careful to be quiet going up the elevator and down the hall, trying your hardest to smother your laughs and drunken stupor. To your surprise, you weren’t alone at the door to your apartment, a somewhat familiar face had beat you there.

“Captain Tars? What are you doing here?”

“M’lady, you mother sent me to be of service tonight, I’ll be watching the door.” Rex stiffened beside you, but you weren’t sure if it was from the fear of being caught, or the other Captain’s presence. “That’s strange, I’m in charge of security detail for our lady, and the GAR is overseeing it.” He said, taking a step towards the other man. Getting up close, Rex had a good bit of height on him, and wore his battle years well. Tars stood slightly shorter, and kept his black hair slicked back, much too pretty to be a seasoned war veteran.

“Well, her mother, being essentially the highest governing body on Lyra, probably supersedes the GAR.”

“Well she herself works in the senate, as her own woman, thereby extending to the Republic, so this isn’t your jurisdiction.” He reached around Tars to punch in his code to your door, holding it open for you as you walked in. “I brought her home safely. You can go rest up, I’ll be managing security here, as per usual. You have a nice night now, Lieutenant.”

“It’s Captain, and thanks for your leave. I will.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” he said, clicking the door shut behind him. The moment the door was closed, and Rex was sure Tars was down the hall, he spun towards you. “So, who's that?”

“I honestly forgot he existed, my mother sent him while you were gone, my dad didn’t know about it either, that’s so strange.”

“Yeah, I don’t trust that damn womprat.” You rolled your eyes before leading him to the barstools near your island. You leaned down to give him a kiss on the cheek, before pouring the two of you glasses of water. “He’s not been around much. I don’t know why he was lurking like that.”

“Hmph,” he groaned, drinking his water in fast gulps. He set the empty glass down in front of you as you sipped yours, leaning back into the counter behind you. “I don’t like all these people trying to get in the way of what I’ve been fighting for.”

“Which is?” you asked, raising an eyebrow inquisitively as you sipped at the drink. “You, and your safety.”

You gulped a little bit under the intensity of his stare, and felt heat creep up your cheeks, which you were sure were burning a bright pink. “Rex, I’ve always been yours. Since the second I stepped off that transport.” He smiled, and walked over to where you were standing, clearly satisfied by your response.

* * *

He placed both arms on either side of you as you finished the last sip of water, eyes never leaving him as they filled with a burning intensity you hadn’t quite seen in him before. Alcohol was making him bold. Alcohol was making you bold. “Thirsty?” He said, leaning closer and closer to you, you could smell the liquor on his breath, but he didn’t seem to be as drunk as earlier, if anything he was more confident. You hummed in response before dropping his gaze, suddenly feeling a warm desire bloom in your tummy. He leaned in closer, hesitating for a moment before closing the gap between the two of you, his mouth hungrily on yours. His hands began to find their way onto your thighs, at first drawing lazy circles and then suddenly grabbing them. His mouth dipped lazily to your neck, giving you sloppy kisses up and down your jaw. Your head leaned back towards the cabinet and your mouth dropped open, letting out a soft moan. As if taking this as encouragement, Rex pulled up for a moment, placing one hand on the side of your head. “I, I don’t wanna push you princess. I want you to be ready.”

“Rex I am, I want this, I want you, I’m just nervous,”

“I’ll be gentle,” he murmured, stroking soft lines on your cheek. “I’ve never done this before, I didn’t have an unsupervised date until I was 19. This is all new to me, but I know I want it, and I know I want you.”

“Just say when it’s too much. I’ll be gentle.” You smiled and shook your head, giving him a small kiss, “Just stop talking Rex.” He laughed in response before placing both his hands on the undersides of your thighs, giving them a gentle squeeze before hoisting you up around his hips. You could feel him pressing against you then, and you wrapped your legs tighter to feel the pressure deepen. He kissed you again, slower but with more desire, as he began to walk you towards the bedroom. Your hands were wrapped up behind his neck, playing with the short tufts of blonde hair. He took a few more steps before the light in the room was replaced with the darkness of your bedroom and the pink light from the sign across the way. He carefully laid you back on the bed, before pulling himself on top of you. 

“So pretty, love seeing my princess in blue.” He murmured, hands winding up the short blue skirt of your dress. Your hands were fast at work trying to unclip the plastoid armor that covered him, something had done before. You were however, sober and carefully preparing for bed, not drunk moments away from fucking. Kriff this was hard. “I like wearing blue because it makes me think of you,” you whispered, finally unclipining the pauldron and pulling it over his head. He looked down at you and smiled before working at the rest of his armor. He pulled back from the kisses he was leaving on your neck and smiled, brushing your hair sweetly. “I love you.” He got up and stood next to the bed, silhouetted by the night sky as he unclipped pieces of the shell he wore. He looked beautiful like this, moments away from becoming your Rex. “I love you too , pretty boy.” He turned back to you and smiled, “Just saying that, you’re the pretty one.” 

He pulled his shirt over his head and placed one leg in between yours, the heat you felt earlier suddenly becoming too much to bear. You sat up a little, and placed his hands along the zipper on your back. He pulled the zipper down, and you shimmied out of the blue shiny thing. Leaving you bare aside from the lacy panties you currently wore. The breath caught in his throat, and you remembered him not looking your way the last time you changed. “Shit, you’re so beautiful.” He said, and you blushed at him cursing in basic. He leaned down towards you, palming your breast and slowly massaging your nipple. He kissed your lips, then your jaw, then down your chest before placing his lips around your breast, and the way his mouth moved you were certain there’d be marks. His hands busied themselves by unhooking the band of your panties, sliding them slowly down your leg. The warmth bloomed once again, and you felt a slick feeling between you. In a moment, you felt a pressure, and he had inserted two fingers into your heat, pumping in and out in slow, controlled movements. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you gasped out a soft moan. “Kriff… ok that’s good.” You hummed. This is the farthest you had ever gone with a date, a particularly eager boy from the court back home when the two of you had one two many glasses of champagne. “Yeah princess? Already so wet for me.” 

“I, I want you, let me feel you.” He hummed back and slowly pulled his hands away, your walls contracting at the sudden lack of pressure. “Tell me when it’s too much, wanna be gentle,” he said. Pulling the band of his blacks down, his cock began to peak out, already hard. You reached for it, tracing fingertips over the pink head, precum already dripping out. He discarded the offending pants across the room, and you leaned back along your pillows, bracing yourself for what you had heard.

 Jil had described it as an intense pain, and cited it as the reason she preferred to date and have sex with women, among the many numerous benefits she had given you. You had walked in on Carana and a young bartender in a club on a lower level once, she was sitting on a bathroom counter, and almost looked bored. She had mouthed to you “buy me a drink?” as her blonde bob cut bounced in the mirror. The boy she was with didn’t even look up. She recounted later that she was in fact bored, but that he looked hungry and she was hungrier, so it worked out. These all had seemed unappealing to you, but then again, Rex was one of the first men you met on Coruscant, so that didn’t leave you with much desire for anyone else. It all felt so comically different than now, hair splayed out along your satin pillows, starlight twinkling off Rex’s blonde hair. He was giving you soft kisses, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He reached along the night stand for something before you grabbed his forearm, “I have an implant. Don’t bother.” He smiled at this and placed one more lazy swipe between your legs, still aching for him and becoming uncomfortably wet. “I’ll go slow.” He said, and you locked eyes with him as you felt the first push. Your mouth gasped, head slipping back as your eyes shut. You were shocked that they didn’t close in a grimace, but more out of bliss. It was tight, sure, but he felt so good. You couldn’t believe you waited this long. He continued to push more of his length into you, walls expanding even more. It was becoming more pronounced, the pressure, but never painful. “All the way?” he asked and you rolled your head to the side. “Mhm, wanna feel all of you.” This encouragement did the trick, and he pushed farther, fully sheathing himself inside of you. He let you sit like this for a moment, before slowly pumping in and out, walls tightening around him with each movement. You gasped his name out as he began to speed up, tracing your nails up and down his back as his strokes began to increase in speed. He found a good rhythm, and began finding anywhere he could to place his hands, settling on massaging the small bundle of nerves at the top of your heat. Expletives and moans began filling the air, and a pornographic wet sound echoed across your walls. Suddenly, everything fell into place, the rhythm of his cock pumping into you, the circling on your clit, even his breath and kisses on your mouth. You opened your mouth into his to let out a load moan, his name ringing out as you began to see white, your walls clenching around his length as you felt the heat climax. Your dropped your head back and fell into your first orgasam. Rex released soon after, and you felt new heat drip into you as his strokes slowed to a stop. He laid there for just a moment, before brushing your hair off your sweat streaked forehead. “Was that good?”

You laughed at this reaction, suddenly seeming so nervous, “Of course it was.” You gave him a soft kiss before leaning back onto your bed, filled with bliss. He got up and you watched him walk to your bathroom and fumble around a bit before coming back with one of his old towels, seemingly soaked in water. He carefully traced it along your inner thighs, warm water soothing an ache you didn’t quite realize. “I’m gonna take care of you forever,” he sighed after tossing the towel in the laundry pile, climbing back into your bed. You tucked yourself into your covers before leaning into his warm chest. “I think I’d like that please.”

* * *

The lights in the room remained off, and you leaned over to the nightstand to turn on the shades, concealing the room from the rest of the world, leaving you two in nothing but silk sheets and the warm embrace of each other, your heartbeats bouncing off one another the only sound in the room.

* * *

There's a ringing in your ears. It won't stop, tapping at your brain like an angry insect and waking you from the restful sleep you had been in just a moment before. Is this a side effect from the accident? You think for a second while you squint your eyes open cautiously. Stop being stupid, you think again as your eyes focus on the bright white light of your com blinking on and off. You contemplate leaving it, but then again, anyone trying to reach you this hard at this hour clearly needs attention, and you glance back at the sleeping figure behind you before tearing yourself from Rex’s arms. When did you two even fall asleep? How long were you out? Always a light sleeper, he grumbles, and you suspect he’s been awake the entire ringing. “Just answer it now so you can hurry back,” he mumbles, loosening his grip on your hip and kissing your shoulder blade. “Be back soon, I’m going to take it in the dining area.” You bend to the ground to pick up the silk robe you had neglected to put on much earlier in the night, and blush a bit as you trace parts of your skin he had felt hours before. The ache in your legs has mostly subsided, and the only remnants of the night are some small red lines along his back and a few purple kisses along your breastbone. Throwing on a silk night dress under the robe, you make yourself decent, fluffing your hair and tying the robe tight. Whoever is trying to reach you this late clearly has something urgent.

“I’m sorry to wake you sweetheart, but your mother insisted we talk about this now.” Your father says, his holo pacing nervously around the kitchen. You’ve never been more thankful for the foresight to change, and you pretend not to notice your mother’s glowering in the corner of the Lyran throne room. “Dad, you know what time it is on Coruscant, this seriously couldn’t have waited till morning?”

“You know what time it is on Lyra. Or have you forgotten your home so soon?” your mother starts, walking towards your father. She looks as if she’s been waiting for this call, headpiece framing her face and you can practically feel the thick velvet of her gown through the call. “You’ve been away too long.”

“I think I’ll know when my work here is done. I’m busy with the senate, making relationships with other systems, is that not my true purpose here?” you say, gnawing on the inside of your cheek. “Yes, yes, and you’re doing amazing at it, but” your father begins, before your mother responds. “You seem to be forgetting the relationships I have been forging for you here.”  She taps at something on her datapad and in a moment, your screen lights up with a message from her. It’s an image of a young man, with pale skin and bright red hair. He has the signature mark of Lyran nobility tattooed on the corner of his forehead, just like your father. You recognize this man. “Thainn? Thainn Mos? What about him?”

“His family is being rather gracious, and they’ve offered quite the dowry and then some for this arrangement.”

Arrangement. Suddenly everything makes sense. Your father’s initial request to come home after Mandalore. Your mother’s security team. They had been priming you from the start to come back to Lyra, to follow your path and create yet another power marriage. “You cannot be serious. I, I haven’t even begun to think about this, I mean, my entrance was three years ago, it’s so common of the other noblewomen to wait five years to be married, Jil just met her partner a few months ago, and she met her here, on Coruscant!”

“I didn’t ask what a casino-girl from Canto Bight was doing, did I?”

“Zassa, Jil has been nothing but kind to our daughter, don’t put this on her.” Your father turned from your mother and looked at you. How early can you get here? We should discuss this in person.” You opened your mouth to speak but your mother stepped in, “I have paged Captain Tars. He’s on his way to collect you. Pack lightly. I’m sure we have more suitable gowns for you here anyway.” she said, before ending the call. Once again, you were alone. Except this time, you were furious. Grateful that you enabled the muffling into the door of the bedroom, you were certain Rex had not heard anything from the call. I can’t tell him. You thought. Walking towards your office, you went ahead and powered up CeeDee. “Please start gathering my travel supplies. Apparently, I’m going home.”

“What? You’ve gotta be kidding me. I know I said only wake me for serious stuff but come on-”

“CeeDee, I am really not in the mood right now just,” you sighed exasperatedly, throwing your hands into your hair, “please get my stuff.”

“Whoa whoa, doll, what’s wrong?” You threw down the datapad in response, storming to the kitchen. You opened your fridge to grab a pitcher of water, and began rummaging through your cabinets for a glass. CeeDee picked up the datapad and nearly dropped it at the touch. “Dank ferric! They’re doing it NOW?”

“We’re discussing it the moment I get there.”

“But, when was the last time you even spoke to Thainn?”

“Before his father revealed he was a sepretist sympathizer.”

“Why? Surely there’s better options?”

You spun around at this, bursting more than you intended to, “of course there’s better options! I had dozens of suitors back home, kriff, I have the best option in my bed right now!” You yelled, accidentally shattering the glass you hadbeen holding in your hand for a drink in your outburst. You looked down at your bleeding hand as CeeDee grumbled over to vacuum it up. At that sound, Rex came in through the door. “You know muffle doesn’t work on volume.” He joked, tipping around the broken glass on the floor. He looked so good right now you wanted to cry, his pants hanging low on his hips and sleep still partially clouding his eyes. He tenderly grabbed your hand and reached for the med kit you kept in a drawer. “I’m sorry to have woken you.” You murmured as he placed the bacta and bandage around your hand. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong or not?” He whispered, bringing your chin up to have your eyes meet. “No I don’t think I am.” you mumbled, pulling yourself from his gaze and heading towards the bedroom. “I’m leaving, I need to go to Lyra. It’s an emergency.” You pushed out, cussing yourself out under your breath as you threw things into the bag CeeDee had already been preparing. “Wait, go? Right now, at this moment? We have to talk about this.”

“No, Rex, we don’t. I need to go.”

“Well then I’m coming with you,” he said, catching your wrist as you spun around to face him. “Rex, I-”

“Just let me go with you. It’s quite literally my entire job.”

“You don’t understand, it’s not that I don’t want you to, I just can’t.” At that moment, CeeDee entered the room, “My lady, Captain Tars is in the living room.” Rex turned back to you, nostrils flaring a bit with annoyance, “Oh I see.”

“Rex do not start,”

“So this, this bishwag Tars gets to come with and I can’t?”

“It’s my mother’s orders. You forget, for all intents and purposes you’re not here right now.”

“But for all reality I am, and I don’t trust him.” “Unfortunately this isn’t a matter of trust, but of custom on my planet.” “Fine,” he said, watching CeeDee carry the rest of your things out front, “I’ll let myself out after you leave. Have fun playing princess.” He huffed before storming out of the room, careful to avoid the living room while he waited for you to leave. CeeDee entered the room while you changed into a simple blue traveling gown and pulled a loose scarf around your head, “If you want my calculations, I don’t think that could’ve gone worse?” 

* * *

It felt surreal to be back on Lyra, and you could tell you weren’t as accustomed to it as the last time you were here. The cold air bit your cheeks an uncomfortable pink, and the snow fell softly on the quartz lined streets. As used to Coruscant you had become, you missed the simple beauty of your home. Your mother was there at the dock to greet you as Captain Tars and CeeDee stayed aboard the ship. “Darling, welcome home.” She said walking towards you, catching your elbows as she went in for a kiss on each cheek. Her breath felt cold and unfamiliar on your skin, and you cursed yourself for not wearing a thicker wrap. She picked at the fabric of your gown before shaking her head. “I was right, Coruscant has changed you. You would’ve known better.” She said before making a motion to Captain Tars, now standing beside you. Suddenly, there’s a prick at your side and legs begin to feel heavy, vision falling in and out. “Don’t be so naive.” Your mother murmurs as you fall to the ground, vision fading into total darkness.