#tbb polybatch

The loud music of 79s blares loudly with people dancing down on the dancefloor. You and the Batch sit in a booth, looking over the dancefloor and you can’t help but watch everyone. Wrecker promised earlier that he’d go dance with you in a bit, which you’re really looking forward to as you’re tucked into his side, currently.

“Do you want another drink?” Crosshair leans in and asks you.

You nod with a ‘thank you’ and he winks as he gets up to go order you a drink down at the bar. Your stomach rumbles slightly and you realize you should’ve brought something to eat as well. 

With a smirk, Hunter hands you a bag of snack mix that he brings so you don’t get too drunk, too fast. 

“Maker, I love you.” You reach across the table and kiss him on the cheek, making him smile.

“Our little lightweight.” Echo teases you with a grin.

You roll your eyes, amused. “Har har.”

“I think it’s cute when you get drunk, because then I get to carry ya back to the Marauder.” Wrecker kisses you on the head.

“See, Wrecker appreciates my lightweightedness.” You shrug with a laugh.

“Sometimes, your best ideas are when you’re drunk, darling.” Tech teases you next. 

You stick your tongue out at them childishly as Tech and Echo laugh. When Crosshair comes back with your drink, he sits in his spot next to you and places a hand on your thigh, teasing the edge of your dress. Your men really do take care of you.

All of a sudden, a few regs start walking by, stopping when they realize who’s sitting in your booth. Great… This can only end well.

“Look fellas, it’s the Sad Batch.” One of the regs laughs. 

“How original.” Tech rolls his eyes and mutters under his breath.

“Can’t believe they actually let you out of the lab back on Kamino.” The second one laughs.

Crosshair starts to stand up out of the booth but you pull him back down, holding onto him by the arm. 

“They’re not worth it.” You murmur to him.

Crosshair looks at you with a slight nod and remains seated. It wouldn’t be the first or last time you’ve had to stop Crosshair from starting a fight with a reg. There’s been a fair share where you’ve not been able to stop him.

“Hey baby, why’re you rollin’ with them when you could be with the real deal?” The third one smirks at you.

Wrecker’s fists clench and Tech starts to stop him but you speak up. “The real deal? As far as I’m concerned you guys are just plain and small compared to my guys here. Keep walking.” 

“We could take you for a better ride-” The first one starts to speak up but Wrecker pulls you into his lap, holding you against him. 

“She’s already got a ride. A bigger one.” Wrecker’s voice carries slightly and a few others look your way.

The rest of the Batch smirk as the regs start to walk away, with their tails between their legs. 

“A bigger ride indeed.” You agree with Wrecker, smirking as you wrap your arms around his neck. 

He kisses you softly and squeezes your ass, causing your warmth to brush up against his hardening length. Arousal starts to flood your veins as you let out a soft gasp.

“Fuck…” You whimper with a breathless chuckle. “I think I’d like to see you jealous more often.”

Wrecker leans in closer to your ear. “I wasn’t jealous… just protecting what’s ours.”

A chill goes down your spine and you look around at the men sitting with you, all of their gazes filled with lust and love. You know right then that you don’t have a desire to dance anymore, you just need them. 

“I uh… think we need to get out of here right now.” You cough slightly with a smirk.

“You heard her, boys.” Hunter is the first to stand but Wrecker kisses you again before letting you go and you can’t help but tease him, grinding against him once more before crawling out of the booth.

“You’re in for it when we get back to the ship, for that.” Wrecker murmurs in your ear, cupping your ass under your dress and not letting go until you get back to the Marauder.