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Comparison	By : Jade_Max Category: +S through Z > Star Wars: The Clone Wars Views: 11052 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Comparison
Author: Jade_Max
Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Captain Rex
Rating: NC17
Era: TCW [AU]
Summary: After her run in with Lux Bonteri in Season 4, Ahsoka asks Rex for a boon… and gets a little more than she expected.
Notes: A little something for a friend of mine for her Birthday; Happy birthday NakedClones!!
Comparison
"Have you ever kissed anyone, Rex?"
Rex blinked at the unexpected question from the young Togrutan who had her head on his shoulder staring out into the endless night of starlines that marked their hyperspace transit. His brow furrowed, unable to understand what relevance the question had. "Commander?"
"Ahsoka," she corrected as she glanced up at him. “Have you ever kissed anyone?”
He stiffened, certain he'd heard her wrong and not liking to the fact he hadn't. "Where'd that come from?"
"I'm curious." she admitted. "I never see you with anyone but your brothers."
"There's not much opportunity to socialize outside our command structure," he admonished. "You know that."
"No, but there is some," she flashed him a grin. "Just answer the question Rex; have you ever kissed anyone?"
“What relevance is that, kid?”
"I thought I asked you not to call me that."
"You're acting like a brat."
"And you're avoiding the question." Pushing away from him, she pinned him with a mock glare.
Unwilling to destroy the moment of peace further than he already had, Rex reached out and pulled her back into his embrace. It was easier to talk to her when she was beside him anyway; having her watch him just made him nervous sometimes. It reminded him that she was no longer the youngling, the child, the brat he'd just called her.
She settled back against him with a light jab to the ribs that his armor would have absorbed and his fatigues did nothing to stop. He waited for a few moments, tilting his cheek against the curve of her montrals, knowing she'd feel the words more than hear them.
"Why do you want to know, Ahsoka." She was silent but tensed at his words. "Have you ever kissed anyone?"
"Once," she admitted almost immediately but her words were sad. "It wasn't... what I was expecting."
Rex didn't know how to respond to that; she was one up on him. "I haven't," he admitted, hoping to ease her sorrow just a little and then elaborated on his words. They were awkward and felt strange on his lips. "Kissed anyone, that is."
Her heard jerked back and her wide eyes met his. "No one?"
He shook his head.
"Have you come close?"
"Once."
"Once?" She cocked her head. "Why only once?"
"I'm a soldier, Ahsoka; a man bred in a lab to fight and die on the front lines." He held no illusions as to why he'd been created for all he'd begun to truly believe that he didn't have to die fighting for a goal that grew more distant with each passing day. "A relationship would be... inadvisable."
"But a kiss?"
"A precursor, isn't it?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. Mine certainly wasn't."
"Do I need to have words with one of the men?"
A soft laugh answer his stern question. "No, Rexster; it wasn't one of the men." Her smile slowly faded. "At least if it had been, I don't think I'd... I mean..." The chevrons on her montrals darkened as she stuttered to a stop, took a deep breath and started again. "It wasn't all it was cracked up to be, to be honest."
Based on what she’d told him of her latest adventures without him, it wasn’t hard to guess what she was thinking. The punch to his gut was unexpected; a need to do something, say something that contradicted it. He’d considered Ahsoka his for some time and the very thought that someone else had stolen – taken? – what should have been his right to give her brought a surge of indignation and anger he couldn’t help. With difficulty he tramped it down.
"That Lux kid, right?"
She slanted him a look, no doubt catching the neutrality in his tone and reading it – and his emotional response, he suspected, correctly; he was jealous.
"Would it help if I said it was short and he did it only to shut me up?"
Rex's brows hit his hairline. "Not very romantic of him."
"I know," her gaze turned back to the viewport and the shifting star lines for a long minute before she found the courage to speak again. "Would you ever do something like that?"
"Kiss you to shut you up?"
She nodded and he frowned.
"You take orders well enough, why would I have to?"
"Rex?"
"Yes?"
"Would..." she paused. "Would you... I mean, could I-"
"If you need something of me, Ahsoka," he reminded her gently. "All you need do is ask."
"I know, I just..."
He shifted, turning towards her even as she pulled away, seeming uncertain exactly how to phrase her question, her earnest expression almost pained. Searching her features, he watched as she bit her lip, struggling to find the words needed to ask what she wanted. Then, much to his surprise, she leaned forward, planting her hands on either side of his head. The posture was aggressive, confining and, had she been anyone else, he'd have broken it immediately.
She turned to face him fully, her hip pressing into his side as she leaned in, their noses almost touching and seemed to come to a decision. Her words, as well as her subsequent actions, caught him by complete surprise.
"Kriff it,"
His eyes widened as she closed the distance between their lips, hers settling over his, her face tilted at a slight angle as the seams of their mouths slid along one another. Her kiss was awkward, unpracticed and hesitant, as if she were unsure of his response, but held a banked enthusiasm that struck a chord within him he wasn’t expecting.
He might have considered Ahsoka his, but this… this reaffirmed it; echoing within him with a certainty and deliberation that set her name resounding within his soul like a cadence on a drum. His lips softened under hers, his hands finders hers on his face, covering them as he tilted his head to better mesh their mouths together. The chaste kiss broke, their eyes locking and he unconsciously licked his lips to taste her kiss, the tip of his tongue touching her lips and making her eyes widen.
Moving first this time, Rex kissed her, his lips slightly open so he could taste her, his hands sliding across hers, up her forearm, hesitating just for a fraction of a second before sliding, flesh to flesh, over her elbows. She shivered under his touch, her lips parting to his, a whimper in the back of her throat spurring him onwards as his hands continued up and over the trio of bands around her biceps and then to her covered shoulders – and down.
His hands spanned her waist, his fingertips touching as he shifted, lifting, his biceps bunching as he drew her into his lap. Ahsoka’s tongue tentatively touching his was enough to draw his full attention back to their locked lips as she shifted, changing her own position, her hands still on his face as she nipped at his tongue when it touched hers, her sharp teeth brushing his tongue and he jerked his head back.
Breathing heavily, they stared at one another, Rex searching her gaze as they sat there, dimly aware in the back of his mind that she was straddling his lap, her weight on her knees, the pressure of her thighs tight against the outside of his own as she kept herself levered away from him.
Too far.
The thought snuck in as he watched her watching him and, without really consciously thinking about it, his arms flexed. Ahsoka let out a gasp as he groaned, the heat of her easily felt through the material of his fatigues as she came into full contact with his erection.
“Rex-” her breath hitched.
His name on her lips was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard.
Lunging forward, he cut off whatever she was going to say, his kiss rough and urgent, driven by the heat that they’d generated between them, the pounding of his pulse pushing him onwards, drowning him in an ocean of possessive passion unlike anything he’d ever felt.
Ahsoka was kissing him back, her hands sliding backwards and down, over his neck, across his shoulders and then down, curling in his shirt and then under as she opened her mouth to his, raking her nails upwards across his chest as she angled her head, her nails digging into his shoulders.
He pressed her downwards, his hips rising to meet her as they ground against one another. Ahsoka growling low in the back of her throat as she caught his rhythm and matched it, his hands sliding down, across her thighs as they bunched and surged, driving them together, back and forth, the pleasure making him as dizzy as her kiss.
Of their own accord, his hands slid under her skirt, lifting it, freeing her to move more easily and she shifted, spreading her knees a little more to deepen the contact.
Tearing his mouth from hers as his fingertips encountered the bare flesh of her midrift under her top, he gasped her name. “Ahsoka!”
“Rex,” she breathed as she undulated against him, backlit by darkness and starlight. “Rex… please…”
He flexed his hands, stopping her motion even as it pained him, keeping her locked tightly against him, her pulsating core felt easily against her straining length through the fabric of his fatigues. “We have to stop.”
She shook her head, her eyes half lidded with passion, gleaming nearly black in the semi darkness. “Stop?”
“Stop,” he confirmed, though it damn near killed him to repeat it. “This isn’t-”
“Rex,” she shifted forward, pressing her chest to his, her small breasts flattening against him as she brushed her mouth against his again. “Rex… please,” she reiterated. “I can’t… stop.” There was a wildness in her eyes he’d never seen before, a compulsion. “I’m burning, Rex,” she moaned softly, trying to kiss him again when he resisted, ducking away from her mouth as he tried to regain some semblance of rational thought. “There’s a fire… burning… consuming…” she lifted her hands from his shoulders, sliding them free of his shirt before reaching up to touch her montrals, her fingers caressing the tips for a moment before she arched into the touch.
Her hands slid downwards, her hips trying to move even as he held her immobile, her fingers caressing her lekku in tandem, rubbing them, caressing them as her head fell back slightly, keeping her half lidded gaze on his, her body separating from his, only his grip on her holding her upright as her hands continued their mesmerizing slid downwards, brushing the tips of her lekku over the hardened and clearly visible tips of her breasts. She cupped herself, her back arching to offer them to him.
She released herself, caressing her lekku again, releasing them only as her hands continued their slide downwards.
“Ahsoka-”
“Here,” she told him, sliding her hands over where his held her tightly under the fabric of her clothes to press low on her belly. “I’m burning, Rex,” she told him again. “I… I need… “
“Ahsoka… we can’t.”
“Rex,” she practically sobbed his name. “Please… I can’t... I’m going to… I-”
She bowed backwards, breaking eye contact and then shifted upwards, her whole posture one of supplication, her head cast back and to the side, the pulsing vein where her neck met her jaw clearly barred to his gaze. A Togrutan sign of surrender.
It was his undoing.
With a groan, he leaned forward to kiss it and she shuddered in his grasp, her hands shifting back to his shoulders as she weakly grasped them, gasping his name. His hands moved without conscious thought, sliding her leggings down, touching her, sliding his fingers into the weeping core of her; a sign she was ready for him, her inner muscles grasping his fingers eagerly, her breath hissing from between her teeth with a sharply inhaled ‘Yes!’ leaving no doubt as to what she begged him for.
“Ahsoka.” He broke from her neck, sliding one hand up to cup the back of her head, feeling her quiver and shake as he touched her sensitive flesh. “Ahsoka; look at me.”
She did as he asked, her gaze cloudy, almost feverish, and he realized then she was as caught up in her instincts as those that threatened to overwhelm him. Togrutan instincts to mate; instincts that had overtaken her so completely they wouldn’t lift until satisfied.
Until he mated with her.
His drew her forward, capturing her lips with his, keeping one hand at the back of her head as the other worked between them, sliding within her slick core with deliberate strokes before leaving. She nipped him in protest and he nipped her back with a growl, freeing himself from the confine of his fatigues as he did so. Her legs shifted, bracing on either side of his chest as her fingers linked behind his head, her body instinctively shifting to assist his as he drew his pulsating shaft to her entrance.
Ahsoka let out a cry that was muffled in his mouth as he touched the tip of his erection to her entrance and then, with a flex of her muscles, drew him inwards with a downward thrust.
Rex broke the kiss lest he hurt her, swearing as she seated him completely within her in that single thrust, her inner muscles grasping him with vice-like tightness his fingers dug into her flesh as he grabbed her hips with both hands to keep her still.
But Ahsoka, in the thrall of such powerful instincts, was stronger than he was. She lifted her hips, pulling free and then down, her nails digging into his flesh and drawing blood as she rode him. Rex could do little in those initial moments but grit his teeth and hold her, the tempest sweeping to encompass him. Her movements took on a dominating quality and her lips sought his neck, a mimicry of the submissive stance she’d offered him.
Rolling as her teeth touched his skin, he pinned her flat on her back, bracing himself on his forearms and thrusting his hips to take over the frantic, almost savage tone of their mating. Using his nose, he forcefully tilted her head upwards and latched his lips onto the vein she’d barred to him before.
Her posture changed, submissive once move, welcoming his invasion, her hips lifting to meet his, her body welcoming the rough penetration of his. He bit her unintentionally as his body betrayed him, his hips surging forward and down, driving his shaft deep into her core as her body suddenly locked tight on his groan, preventing his withdraw.
“Rex… Rex!”
Ahsoka’s whole body bowed back up and off the deck, taking him with her and Rex went with it, not having the strength to resist it as the force of her surge to roll and land him on his back with Ahsoka lying atop him. He saw stars, as much from the impact as the physical release.
Their breathing was matched in the darkened as she lay limply on his chest, his hands sliding up her back and around her as she shivered against him, his whole body feeling too heavy in the aftermath of an orgasm of such blind intensity.
He brushed his lips across her forehead before letting his head fall back against the deck.
It was several long minutes before either of them moved, Ahsoka being the first to straighten, Rex’s hands sliding down the side of her tunic to her waist as she sat up, looked at him, and then smiled shyly. Bending forward, she brushed her lips over his.
“Thanks Rex.”
He arched his eyebrows. That was the last thing he’d expected to come out of her mouth.
“If anyone asks,” she continued, lifting herself free of his body to readjust her clothing more comfortably for the both of them as her lips curved into an impish grin, “you were my first kiss.”
Pushing to his elbows, as he’d been forced to let her go, he stared at her. “No I wasn’t,” he denied deliberately.
“Just the most memorable?”
“Just the first everything else.”
Not denying it, she straddled him once more and pressed her lips to his and Rex didn’t care that she could probably still feel the way his heart hadn’t stopped racing or the way it hitched when she touched him. Her lips curved against his as she rubbed against his already recovering self.
“The first and last,” she agreed, finally pulling back just enough to see his eyes. Their lips were still practically touching and he heard as much as felt her final words. “And, for the record, Rex?”
“Yeah?”
“There’s no comparison. You win, hands down.”
He chuckled first before it evolved into laughter, Ahsoka joining him as he fell back to the deck to wrap his arms about her, roll and pin her beneath him once more. Staring down at her, he marveled at how he could have ever been so lucky to deserve someone like her.
“Glad to hear it, Commander.”
It made her laugh again and he delighted in silencing her.
Thoroughly.
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