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Instinct	By : Jade_Max Category: +S through Z > Star Wars: The Clone Wars Views: 9051 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Instinct
Author: Jade_Max
Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Captain Rex
Era: TCW [AU]
Summary: Sometimes a little physical activity isn’t enough
Notes: I don’t know where this came from; it just popped into my head
Instinct
If she’d been human, he’d have hurt her.
Not intentionally, but because he’d had no more experience than she; no more control.
They’d been sparring late one night, much as they usually did, when she’d told him, somewhat sharply, that he needed to take a little down time and relax. He’d responded in kind, accusing her of working just as hard and tirelessly as he. She’d defending herself with her status as a Jedi, comparing it to his as a clone and he’d been unable to resist baiting her as he’d flashed a feral smile, daring her to make him relax.
It had been intended as a tease and came out as a taunt; a challenge.
She had pounced upon it; literally.
One moment they’d been standing near the edge of the mat, the next, she’d tackled him, slamming him into the wall with her eyes shining with intent. The chevrons on her montrals were dark, darker than he’d ever seen before but he’d had no time to note more than that as her mouth had landed upon his. Her sharp teeth nipped his lower lip and he growled in response, flipping her around to pin her against the wall.
She’d bucked against him, fighting his grip even as she’d kissed him soundly, her hands pushing and pulling, as if to get closer but seeking control in the process.
He hadn’t released her as he followed her lead, biting her back and making her growl much like he had, pinning her to the wall with his body. She’d writhed, trying to throw him back even as one hand dug almost painfully into the back of his neck. In response, he’d grabbed both of her hands and forcefully pinned them beside her head, tugging his face back to stare at her. For his efforts, he’d suffered the sting of her razor sharp teeth against his shoulder.
Brilliant blue eyes had blazed up at him, arousal and want mixed with the need to dominate. Yet, behind it, he saw the spark of challenge and excitement; the acceptance and anticipation. He was what she wanted and she was finally going to have him.
He was fighting her, taking control; and she loved every moment.
Predators by nature, fierce fighters, and he knew from what she’d told him of her people’s history, they valued strength above all else; here was the most primal manifestation of that. She wanted him and was making it know; he was forced into revealing that he wanted her just as much.
Words had no place between them and she arched back off the wall, sending him backwards but a pace before he practically body slammed her back into the hard surface. She let out another growl, one that could have been his name even as she wrapped her legs about his hips. Aligning her body with his in an intimate mockery of what she really wanted, she rubbed herself against him to dispel all doubt as to her intent.
His mouth had been harsh on hers, her teeth drawing blood against his lips as they’d cut in with the ferocity of his kiss. His hands jerked hers upwards, making her gasp, before he pinned them together above her head. She’d let out a sound of frustration and pleasure, arching her back to present him with her still covered breasts and sweep of her lekku.
With one hand having been necessary to hold her in place and the other keeping hers pinned, he’d improvised, thinking on his feet, and dragged her forward into his body, bowing her backwards to suckle her through her top.
The pure domination of the act had been enough to spur her to the next level and he’d been engulfed with a Force image of his body pumping within hers that was so vivid, so real, he’d pressed her back to the wall and shifted the hand holding her in place. He’d torn her leggings; she’d proved surprisingly dexterous and pulled his down with her feet.
He’d been able to smell her arousal, to feel it against his skin; to feel her pulsing in anticipation and desire.
It was what had brought them to now.
To his lips on the tip of her lekku, sucking on the sensitive tip in a fashion that drove her wild in his embrace, her body aligning itself to his for final possession. To the thrusting of his hips as he’d entered her forcefully, too far caught in their rough advances to think of tenderness; to the bowing of her body as it accepted the hard penetration of his, clasping him tightly and drawing him deeper.
He was too involved in sensation and the power struggle to give consideration to the face she was as much a virgin as he. If she’d have been human, he’d have hurt her.
But she wasn’t and he didn’t.
There was no resistance to his control as she arched under him and let loose a keen of satisfaction and triumph. A keen he stifled with one hand even as he withdrew from her tight passage and thrust back forward again.
Even here she fought him, struggling to match him, to take back the dominant stance. To take control of the frantic mating and gain the upper hand.
He wouldn’t let her.
With a growl he withdrew from her, spun her swiftly against the wall and pinned her there once more with his body. Using both hands, he angled her hips and slammed back into her welcoming warmth, the very weight of his body pinning her front to the wall.
Unable to do more than writhe and moan, she was forced to submit to his dominance, her hands clenching and unclenching into fists as she struggled to push back against his intimate, dominant invasion. She met and welcomed his thrust, her body drawing his ever deeper, embracing it, tightening to signal her pleasures even as his warned of imminent release. Bending forward, he placed his lips on the back of her head, where her montrals met her lekku, and bit down.
She screamed.
Her whole body convulsed, clamping down on his within her even as she arched forcefully back into him. He couldn’t move, the throbbing of her body, the vice-like grip of her inner walls having caught and held him, the very pressure making him groan as he thrust his hips forward once more against hers, finding his release in the violence of hers.
Silence reigned in the aftermath, their harsh breathing echoing within the training salle, he tilted his head forward to rest his forehead against the back of hers, feeling her shudder, her inner walls convulsing once more as his breath feathered across her sensitized montrals.
He shifted his grip, still unable to withdraw from her tightly clamped channel, nuzzling her neck as he pushed the lekku that hung down her back out of the way. The feel of her was incredible, absorbing, and he had no desire to move from his current position ever again.
If he died in that moment, he would have died a happy man.
“Rex.”
Hearing her murmur his name so gently after the violence of their mating, feeling her grasp his hands and draw them upwards, to curl them around her breasts as she continued to shudder in his arms was as satisfying as it was perplexing.
He’d dreamed of her often of late and never, not once, had he imagined it would be like this.
He nuzzled her neck, brushing a kiss along the base as another tremor shook her, her body still holding his prisoner. So tight was the embrace of her body that he was still hard within her, a willing captive to the aftermath of her passions.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“No.”
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
The question was unexpected. “I think I should be asking you that.”
She laughed, her breath hitching as her body continued to hold his captive, the very motion squeezing him and making him groan.
“Don’t laugh.”
“Sorry.” She sounded far from contrite. “Are you relaxed, Captain?”
It was his turn to laugh at her coy comment and she shifted on his lap, her body still holding his captive; an adaptation, no doubt, left over from their time as pack creatures. An adaptation he found as frustrating as it was arousing. Her body wanted his, instincts aside, and refused to relinquish it. Intentional or not, it was an ego boost.
He ran his hands up and down her body, over the soft cloth and wished it was skin. “A good workout is always relaxing, Commander,” he teased her, nipping her neck. “Are you relaxed?”
She shuddered again, her hands squeezing his against her breasts, and he took that as his answer as her body finally slackened enough to release his.
Backing off, he withdrew from her on a hiss; his was all ready for another round but, as this had been their first time together, he wasn’t sure if that was wise. She’d surprised and shocked him, forcing him to react rather than plan and what had erupted between them had been wholly unexpected and humbling.
Not to mention all consuming.
He didn’t know if she even wanted to do it again; he certainly did.
Releasing her, he lowered her to the ground as her forehead touched the wall. He could feel her trembling, still recovering, and slipped his arms about her waist, drawing her back into his embrace. She came willingly, leaning against him completely and he knew she wouldn’t miss the fact he was hard again – still?
“Ahsoka?”
“Hmm?”
He took a chance. “Next time,” he lifted one hand to her chin, tilting it back so she could look at him over her shoulder and she turned in his arms, wrapping hers about his neck, “remind me to pin you to the floor so we can do this face to face.”
She smiled at his words.
Next time.
“Is it too soon for next time?”
His lips kicked into a half smile as he backed off, shucked his leggings completely and tossed them aside. Naked from the waist down, he was quick to divest himself of his shirt, taking up a stance she knew well from their sparring matches. Naked sparring was a new twist, but Ahsoka followed his lead, her movement confident as his eyes darkened to nearly black upon seeing her completely naked for the first time.
“It’s never too soon.”
“Then let’s get this right, Rex,” she returned, her voice a purr of anticipation as she fell into a stance across from him, thrilled with the idea of what was to come. Her blood hummed with anticipation and the fundamental instincts that had driven her the first time. She wanted more. “Only this time, I think I want to pin you.”
Rex made a beckoning motion with his fingers, catching her as she spun in and deflecting her initial attack. Fast, furious, they spun until they dropped back to the mat, rolling to see who would get the upper hand.
Intimately aligned as he pinned her once again, he thrust into her body with a deliberate stroke as he held her prone once more. Bending his head to her ear, his breath feathered across it and her montrals, making her convulse from the stimulation. Dominant, almost arrogant, he knew the triggers to her instinctual reactions; he was a fast learner.
“You’re welcome to try.”
Trying, Ahsoka discovered, was nearly as fun as succeeding.
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