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Her limbs feel like duracrete is weighing them down and she had used all her strength to climb into the shower. All she wants to do is curl up and sleep for days.

There's one big problem.

Tension runs through her body, the adrenaline from the recon station still courses through her despite her exhaustion.

So even if she did get into bed right now, she doesn't think her body will let her sleep. It'll be another night of tossing and turning until early morning rays peek through her curtains.

A shiver runs through her, but not from any chill.

Heat pools in her abdomen and she shifts on her feet trying to ignore the feeling. Sadhbh rinses out her conditioner but even the slight tug of her fingers running through her hair makes her body react.

Tingles run down to her core.

Sadhbh laughs weakly at herself.

Missions always seem to leave her horny these days.

She could go to a bar and try to find someone interested in her. Sadhbh shakes her head before the thought even finishes. Even if she does find an interested someone, the uneasy thought of a stranger peeling back her layers, exposing her to them, winds around her throat like barbed wire.

Sadhbh leans her head back, the water now hitting her forehead. The little spatters of water are oddly soothing on her flushed skin as she mulls over her options. Rivulets of water stream down her face and onto her chest, caressing her skin as they go.

Her throat is still tight when she swallows.

She decides to take care of it herself. She's tired, but she can guarantee herself an orgasm. And she doesn't have to get involved with anyone else.

Her throat loosens and Sadhbh manages to take in a deep breath.

Let's get this over with so I can sleep.

Leaning up against the cool tile of the fresher wall she closes her eyes, letting her hands drift over her body. Slowly, one hand moves up to her breasts, avoiding the still-healing frost burn on her sternum, and the other moves down between her legs.

Sadhbh's mouth falls open as she toys with a nipple letting the jolts run through her chest and down to her core. From how tense she feels, she knows it won't take much for her to come.

Good.

Moving to the other nipple she rolls it between her fingers, making her skin tingle and goosebumps raise along her arms. The familiar sensations feel good. Comfortable. Safe.

This is exactly what she needs.

Without thinking, she opens her legs up to let her other hand work. She strokes her clit with her finger, light and ghosting, almost teasing in how she lets her hips roll into her touch. She knows how to build it up and push herself over the edge. She doesn't have to think too much about it at this point.

Sadhbh's breath stutters when her hips angle her clit just right underneath her fingertip and a spark runs through her.

Wolffe's fingers would feel so much better.

Sadhbh freezes, her eyes staring wide at nothing.

She swallows heavily. Her body is even more wired than before and Sadhbh feels her clit throbbing from just thinking about him.

Fuck.

Why the fuck did she think of him just now?

Under the stream of water, Sadhbh can't find an answer. The creeping sensation that she's about to overheat from need pulls at her. Her heartbeat thumps in her ears and even her mouth is full of saliva.

Her body wants more. She wants more.

Leaning back against the tiles, Sadhbh puts her hands back where they had been. She pinches and rolls her nipple harder making herself gasp and whimper. The jolts from her teasing joins the sparks as she swirls her clit until she feels it. That tell-tale feeling of the peak beginning to grow like a wave hurtling closer to the shoreline.

Would Wolffe tease her? Or would he cave at her first request?

Her fingers on her clit slide down through her folds until she feels her entrance.

Her breath hitches.

She's wet—when was the last time she was this wet?—and the wave within her gets stronger, building faster the more it grows. As she slides two fingers inside, a memory flashes of Wolffe wrapping his hand around a glass as he passes it to her in 79s, his mouth pulled up into that challenging smirk of his.

He would probably fill her with just one finger, let alone two.

Sadhbh gasps as she clenches hard around her fingers.

Remember how good his hands had felt in 79s?

She does.

She thinks back to how Wolffe had caressed her neck with his breath the night he had put bacta on her shoulder. How his fingers had dug deep into her muscle. How his bodyheat had seeped into her from how close they had been, his chest almost brushing her back. How his callouses had rubbed her skin when he gripped her wrist to massage her palm.

Tingles run up and down her spine at the memory, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

She squeezes her breast and strokes at her walls.

She remembers him gripping her biceps in the fresher. He had looked deep into her eyes as he held her, anchoring himself to her, vowing that they won't go back to before.

Would he hold her close? Engulf her as he pulls her apart?

Sadhbh thinks about how it would feel to open her eyes in the shower and stare straight into his. Would he watch her? Would he bury his face into her neck instead? Or would he turn her around and press his temple to hers?

Fuck, he could move her any way he wants to. She would let him.

A whimper leaves her and her body tenses as the wave gets so much closer.

She rolls her hips forward trying to help her fingers hit deeper as they curl desperately inside. The wave within her builds up, and up, and up.

What if he got down on his knees?

The wave crashes.

Sadhbh comes with a cry. Sparks run up and down her body as her muscles tightens and her knees threaten to give way. Her head thunks against the tiles but she doesn't care.

Waves run through her, one after the other, leaving her breathless as pleasure wracks her.

A moan reaches her ears. It's her, she realises and her head falls forward limply when she pulls her fingers out.

Her palms splay against the tiles holding her up while she pants like a charhound in heat. Steam from the shower curls around her, doing nothing to help cool her down. Her head is dizzy in the best way and Sadhbh sighs, the sound tinged with the fatigue of a satisfying orgasm.

When the wave of pleasure recedes, her control of her limbs begin to come back to her. Her hands are barely able to turn off the shower, her fingers clumsily gripping the handle. She laughs breathlessly when she's finally able to stop the water.

Grabbing her towel she dries herself with clumsy limbs and stumbles naked into her room.

Clambering onto her bed, she manages to get under the duvet.

Only one thought enters her head when she curls up.

How the fuck am I meant to look Wolffe in the eye now?

She doesn't remember anything after that.

Sadhbh's room || A few hours later || Sadhbh

Her comm is ringing.

Somewhere outside of her duvet cocoon, it buzzes and rings.

Sadhbh twists and pushes back the duvet trying to get her bearings. Her body is a mess of contradictions. Her painkillers have worn off, so now her stiffness and aches are making themselves known to her all over her body. Her ribs throb with each twist in her bed.

But she's still floating in the fuzziness of her orgasm.

Sore and drowsy at the same time, she manages to pull away her duvet. Spying her comm on her bedside table she grabs it with a heavy hand.

"Hmm?" She answers without checking the caller name, sleep still pulling at her as she lies back on her pillow.

Wolffe's low chuckle has her immediately perking up.

"Am I interrupting?"

Her breath hitches.

Last night flashes in her mind for a split second and she feels her cheeks warm at the thought. Tamping down the memory she takes a deep breath and smiles despite her embarrassment.

"Sleeping, but," she pulls her comm away to check the time and grimaces, "I really should get up."

"79s later?" A hopeful hint laces his deep voice.

Sadhbh nods to herself before the ache in her ribs has her grimacing, "I would but... I'm going to stay in tonight." At Wolffe's disappointed hum she offers, "I have the squad's common area to myself tonight, you're welcome to come over." She adds quickly, "Only if you want to, that is."

His confirmation is immediate, "I'll be there."

Sadhbh smiles again without realising it. The more they talk, the more assured she feels that she's not going to be weird with him. Thankfully her cheeks get the hint and she feels them start to cool.

But Wolffe isn't done. "Why are you staying in?"

She huffs a laugh, "A bit battered and bruised from that mission."

He makes an understanding noise, "I'll bring beer. Is now good?"

Sadhbh breathes a sigh of contentment. His deep voice is soothing and she can feel herself starting to drift again as she relaxes. Her body feels so good despite the aches, and Wolffe's voice only encourages the fuzzy feeling threatening to engulf her again.

"Sadhbh?"

Sadhbh shakes herself out of her trance, blinking, "Hmm?"

"Is now good?" he repeats.

Sadhbh swallows, "Actually... have you ate yet?"

Dorn Squad's Common Area || A while later || Sadhbh

Sadhbh stands at the kitchen island chopping some vegetables.

She's sore and stiff. The joints in her lower half feel weird, like they're still stretched from the zero gravity of the recon station. Her ribs are annoying her. Yet, the telltale fuzziness of her orgasm still clings to her body and as she works, she savours the feeling as much as possible.

It's a light, floaty feeling that makes her want to drift off back to sleep again, even now.

It's been a while since she has last felt like this.

Sadhbh pauses, her hand holding the knife freezing mid-air, when she realises just how long it has been. It had been her last hookup with Tena'a, some months before the war had started. Sadhbh grimaces, it's been almost a year.

She shakes her head at herself. Sadhbh really needs to take better care of herself.

The door leading out of the squad's quarters wooshes open revealing Wolffe in the doorway.

Sadhbh looks over to smile lopsidedly at him and leans her uninjured side on the edge of the counter, leaving the vegetables neglected.

Looking at him, Sadhbh can't help but give him a glance over.

He's dressed differently tonight. A leather jacket dyed black and heavy jeans. And is that...? He's wearing a tee emblazoned with the distinct design of an up and coming band, The Agasar.

He looks good.

Sadhbh swallows.

Wolffe gives her a soft smirk as he steps in, throwing his jacket onto a hook, and finally places a crate of beer bottles on the counter.

"Some beer for the patient."

Just like that, the residual tension she had been holding in her body because of last night, evaporates. She needn't have worried about looking him in the eye. Not when he can make her laugh this easily.

Sadhbh scoffs, "I'm not that bad."

He quirks a brow, amused, "So you don't want them?"

She holds her hands up in a surrendering gesture, "Definitely didn't say that. Stick them in the fridge for the time being." When he does, she looks him properly in the eyes, "Thank you. You didn't have to."

Wolffe gives her a one shouldered shrug as he watches her. He's checking her over, she realises, just like she did to him. Suddenly she feels underdressed in her own home, with her baggy hoody and baggy joggers. At least her hair is washed and (sort of) presentable.

Wolffe folds his arms across his chest, bringing her attention back to him. "Battered and bruised then?"

Sadhbh grins sheepishly. She flexes her fingers and stands on each leg to show that she has no major injuries. She can't hide the stiffness of her movements or her grimaces, which he picks up on of course.

He just gives her an amused eye roll in return.

And then he nudges Sadhbh gently away from the vegetables and starts chopping. She squawks at him about being a guest but he stands firm, staring at her with raised eyebrows.

"Sit. I can finish this."

There's that no nonsense tone of his on-duty voice. The one he had tried to use in the fresher with her a few nights ago. As if Sadhbh is ever going to listen. So Sadhbh leans back on the edge of the counter staring up at him with a challenge in her eyes.

Wolffe locks eyes with her and smirks, "Stubborn."

She hums in confirmation.

A few minutes pass in comfortable silence with Wolffe taking her hushed direction with the next steps for dinner. He's unpractised, but Sadhbh can see him take it all in. He asks question after question, nodding at her answers and probing for details. She guesses he'll be able to do this without flaw on his own the next time.

It's as the oil begins to sizzle in the pan that he finally breaks the quiet. He glances up at her for a quick second before looking back down to the food in the pan.

"Can you talk about the mission?"

Sadhbh nods, telling him while she pulls various ingredients from the cupboards. Wolffe frowns at the orders she had been given but lets her continue uninterrupted. When she goes off on a tangent to tell him to ensure The Perseverance's maintenance is up to date, he gets a soft look and gives her a quiet assurance before she goes back to debriefing him.

It's when she tells him about the commando droid punching her in her ribs that he stops to look at her concerned.

"That's why you're stiff."

Sadhbh sighs, "One reason. It doesn't look too bad though." At Wolffe's disbelieving glance she pulls up her hoody and the vest top underneath. "See?"

Wolffe's inhale is a hiss and Sadhbh looks down to check her side. It looks far better than when Airmid had treated it on the way back. But she realises now that the splotches of blues and purples do look pretty bad if you hadn't seen it earlier.

"I can see that droid's fucking knuckles in that bruise." His finger centimetres away from her skin, he points to the impression of the droid's fist and looks back up at her, his face set in an unreadable expression. "Anything broken?"

Sadhbh shakes her head and relief flashes across his face.

Suddenly Sadhbh feels guilty for worrying him. Wolffe must see it in her face for he shakes himself and goes back to cooking, too casually in Sadhbh's eyes.

Wolffe clears his throat quietly and gives her a sidelong look, "Did you get it back?"

A small smile pulls at Sadhbh's mouth, "I did."

He looks back down at the food, his mouth tugging up in the corner, "Good."

Assured for now, Sadhbh nods, and goes to set the table. When she comes back to the kitchen island, Wolffe turns away from the pan and gently grips her biceps to look at her. It's just like how he had held her in the fresher in 79s, anchoring them together, and everything in the room that isn't them fades.

He doesn't speak, simply locks eyes with hers.

Sadhbh's eyes bounce between his trying to figure out what he's thinking, but he doesn't give anything away. She doesn't ask him, content to stand there in his gentle grip while he sorts his thoughts out. She watches him watch her, letting him read her face. They're close enough that she can feel his bodyheat through her hoody and tendrils of his breath ghost along her face.

The urge to reach up to run her fingers through his hair hits her from out of nowhere.

Wolffe glances down, swallowing as if to speak, before intense sizzling noises remind them about their food. The moment forgotten, they jump to the stove to turn it off. Sadhbh moves in tandem with Wolffe, the pair of them dancing an unplanned choreography of where to stand in the kitchen and when.

As Wolffe plates the food, Sadhbh reaches into the fridge for a couple of beers and pulls out her bottle opener. It's shaped like the Jedi Order's logo, Sadhbh had pilfered it from one of the Order's big festivals some time ago, and it receives a quietly entertained look from Wolffe when he sees it.

When Sadhbh goes to sit, she notices out of the corner of her eye that Wolffe has a hand raised behind her, ready to catch her if her legs give out. He's completely unapologetic when she pointedly informs him that she can see him.

"I'm your nurse for tonight. You're not allowed to argue."

Sadhbh laughs loudly at the thought of Wolffe as a nurse. As she slumps into her seat, her joints protesting as she moves, and her laugh turns into a strangled groan.

Taking her first bite of dinner, Sadhbh closes her eyes in satisfaction at how good the food tastes. She gives Wolffe an appreciative smile who ducks his head and quietly thanks her.

As they eat, Wolffe tells her about how his brother, Fox, had given him the clothes and the beer. Apparently being in the Coruscant Guard is as cushy as the rumours say. The Guard is loaded in goods, mainly from confiscations, but Senators also habitually throw just about anything out.

So the Guard takes it and when they're lucky, some clones friendly with the Guard can take it.

Sadhbh chuckles at the story and her reaction seems to bolster Wolffe, so he tells her more stories of the Guard as the evening drifts by. The Guard is a division that she's had little interaction with, so she hangs onto everything he tells her.

It's clear from how he talks about this Fox that they're close. Batchmates, he tells her. They were thick as thieves on Kamino and to Sadhbh, it sounds like being separated by the war still hasn't stopped them.

Listening to Wolffe talk about Fox makes him look... lighter, Sadhbh thinks. Like the weight of the war and everything that has happened to him takes a step back for those moments.

And there's someone else she's curious about. The brother who, all those months ago, had helped her get Wolffe out of 79s after his bender. Short hair, scar down his left temple. The one who had called her sweetheart.

"What about your other brother; Cody, I think his name was?"

Wolffe grins, "Another batchmate. He's the one who always pretends like he's got it together. Telling us off when he's just as bad."

Sadhbh snorts, "The older brother." That definitely explains his mannerisms that night in 79s. Older, tired, swooping in to help.

Wolffe's grin only stretches wider, "How'd you guess?"

She chuckles, "All older siblings are like that." She remembers having to get her own siblings out of scrapes. So many years ago now. There's a pang in her chest that threatens to appear but she pushes it down as she gets to her feet with Wolffe hovering beside her.

They move to the sofa, the holoprojector showing some animated holoseries while they continue to talk, oblivious to the scenes before them.

Sadhbh looks over at Wolffe, "You repainted your armour recently."

She's referring to the second grey design that she's seen him in. This time the design is inverted from before, with more grey covering the plastoid. It's artistic and flowy with the brushstrokes made to look like tufts of fur. Impressively, it looks so much like fur that at first glance you wouldn't think it's paint on plastoid.

Wolffe nods thoughtfully. "I want to change it already."At Sadhbh's questioning look, he continues, "Too much grey. I'm not distinct enough on the ground."

She can see why. He wants to be seen, by his men and droids alike on the battlefield.

"Do you have another idea?"

He nods, his mouth tugging up in the corner as he drinks his beer. "A few. Some are too much, but I'm thinking of a simpler one." He traces lines a few centimetres away from his body to show her. It's a spiky design, simple like he said. But clear-cut and visible like he wants.

Sadhbh thoughtfully says, "I can't wait to see it." Wolffe takes another sip of his beer but she sees the faint flush of his cheeks that she knows isn't down to the beer.

"Are you changing the jetpack?"

He raises a brow, still slightly flustered, "Wasn't going to."

Sadhbh nods and smiles, "It's cool. Would be a shame to redo that so soon."

This time there's no denying it. His skin flushes once more, but this time it spreads right across his face and he looks away to the holoprojector. Sadhbh copies him and settles back, content to wait for him.

She hadn't meant to embarrass him. He's skilled and as far as compliments go, she only gave him a small one. But flustering him like this is intriguing her at the same time.

A few moments later, she realises that he's coming back to himself as his attention drifts away from the holoprojector again. As he looks around the room, a piece of folded flimsi on the table in front of them catches Wolffe's eye.

Or rather, he finally asks about it since he's been glancing at it since they've sat down.

Tilting his chin at it, he asks, "What's that?"

Sadhbh slowly leans over to grab it, holding her breath as she leans back so she doesn't groan. Passing it to him, she explains, "A wiring diagram for my speeder."

"You have a speeder?" Wolffe glances at her with interest.

She nods, "Aye. It needs a few things." Pointing to a corner of the flimsi she leans into him to find what she's looking for. "See there? Yeah I need that connector and.... that junction there. I need to replace that whole wire there," she leans into him more to trace the line in question, "Things were so old they crumbled when I pulled them out to get at the repulsor."

He pauses, a flash of understanding in his eyes. "You like to fix things."

She shrugs, "I do what I can." He's looking at her again, an expression on his face that she can't quite decipher. Hazarding a guess, she asks, "Do you...? Want to see it?"

She doesn't think that's why he had been looking at her, but he perks up regardless.

"Yeah." As she starts to move, he stops her, his hand on top of hers. "Tomorrow, when you're better."

Thank fuck.

Sadhbh nods, "Okay."

"What else are you fixing?"

Humming, she thinks out loud. "A few things for Bee-Ar, an energy shield that I'm playing about with, oh and the commando droid."

"The what?" His eyes are wide, half shocked, half amused.

Sadhbh sips at her beer unperturbed, "The Commando droid that got into the ship. It's in pretty good shape all things considered."

Wolffe raises his brows at her, still somewhat taken aback, "What are you going to do with a fucking Commando droid?"

She shrugs a shoulder, "Repair and reprogramme it."

"And... after that?"

She shrugs, "Dunno yet. I just wanted to see if I could."

Wolffe doesn't reply and Sadhbh glances at him over the lip of her bottle to find him already looking at her.

Something knocks loose in Sadhbh's chest at his expression, his worry from earlier nowhere to be seen. Now he's looking at her with his eyes soft and rounded, and a soft smile pulling at his mouth.

He swallows and Sadhbh's eyes can't help but look down at his throat.

Wolffe mutters lowly, "I don't doubt that you can."

Sadhbh glances back up, her cheeks flushing and she swears the room has gotten warmer. She's so close to him again, somehow gravitating to him on the sofa without realising it. Wolffe doesn't look away from her.

Glancing away, she whispers a thanks, not sure why she's getting so flustered.

She swears that the heating must have turned on from how warm she is. Awkwardly, Sadhbh shifts to stiffly pull her hoody off. Leaning back she looks back to see Wolffe frowning at her chest.

"What happened?"

His voice is gruff from worry and he flicks his eyes back up to focus on her face.

She waves him off, "Same mission. Little side effect of wearing a kyber crystal. This one really isn't bad."

He glances between her eyes before he relaxes and nods at her, reassured. The fact that he doesn't look worried like earlier buoys her and she gets the itch to make him laugh again.

"It did ruin my plans to wear the most tit revealing dress for 79s. It's the real reason I didn't go out tonight." She makes her voice sound as wistful as possible as she throws her hand over her forehead, but she ruins it by grinning at the end.

It still has the intended effect.

Wolffe splutters and coughs into his beer. Sadhbh laughs, delighted with his reaction, and that in turn pulls a loud laugh from him.

There's a pause where he closes his eyes, his face flushed, before he clears his throat and he shifts to pull a cushion onto his lap.

Leaning his beer bottle precariously on it and laying back against the sofa, he fully looks at Sadhbh, the blue glow of the holoprojector highlighting the curve of his jaw as he moves.

The sound from the holoseries fades to almost nothing and even the background sounds of the kitchen behind Sadhbh become muffled.

They're sitting even closer, when they moved again, she doesn't know. Her shoulder is pressed into his and she realises now that his bodyheat has been warming her since they sat down.

Sadhbh swallows as her eyes trace the glow along his neck and up his face.

He has a little scar in his hairline by his temple. She's never seen it before but it's clearly old and well healed.

She wants to touch it.

Wolffe's eyes flick over her face in a relaxed assessment, his eyelashes capturing Sadhbh's attention with each movement. Here on her sofa he looks right at home, surrounded by cushions, and drowsy from dinner.

Heat pools into her core.

Sadhbh internally slaps her libido.

Now is not the time.

Reluctantly, she breaks their trance and glances away when she moves to distract herself.

Sadhbh's body protests at her when she tucks her legs up under her to curl up on the sofa. She grimaces when she realises that she forgot to take her painkillers with dinner.

She swings her legs back out again, wriggling her toes as they meet the cool floor.

"Where are you going?" Concern bleeds into Wolffe's voice as he reaches out to help her again.

Sadhbh looks back at Wolffe, "Forgot my drugs."

Wolffe scoffs and stands up. Sadhbh glares at him for being able to move so effortlessly and he seems to know what she's thinking from the way he smirks at her.

"Sit back down." He doesn't give her a chance to reply before he guides her back onto the sofa, where she sighs with relief.

He's still holding onto her when he asks, "Where are they?"

It's a testimony to her pain that she answers his question truthfully.

Sadhbh pauses, "On my bedside table. I think?"

He doesn't wait immediately disappearing into her room, reappearing quickly with the box of painkillers and he shakes them in question.

Sadhbh nods gratefully and as he tosses her the box as he goes to the kitchen to grab a glass of water for her.

"Thank you." Sadhbh sips some water making a face when the pills try to fight her.

"Of course," is all he says before he settles back onto the sofa beside her. He's even closer to her this time, so much more of him presses up against her, but Sadhbh isn't complaining.

The conversation lulls and ebbs, fatigue beginning to catch up now that the night stretches into the early hours. He's so warm and her painkillers are starting to kick in. Everything makes her feel drowsy and she blinks hard trying to keep herself awake.

Wolffe nudges her with his shoulder to get her attention. "Sleep." He's looking at her with a soft look that she's never seen him use before.

She likes it.

"The night's still young." Not even Sadhbh believes her words which come out slurred and incoherent.