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No Substitutions	By : Jade_Max Category: +S through Z > Star Wars: The Clone Wars Views: 7127 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: Star Wars belongs to Disney and is the intellectual property of George Lucas; he created the sandbox. I’m making no money off of this and am simply destroying the sandcastles.
Title: No Substitutions
Author: Jade_Max
Characters: Fives, Ahsoka
Genre: Angst, Hurt / Comfort
Era: TCW, Order 66 Fic
Summary: Ahsoka turns to Fives in the aftermath of watching Rex give his life for her and asks for something he can’t give - but can’t refuse.
Author’s Note: I blame this on a friend of mine; she keeps talking about Fives!
Author's Note 2: This Vignette has now spawned a full length story, of which this is the second chapter. If you want to read about how this came about, and what comes after, look for it on FFN starting sometime in March.
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Sweat slick skin beneath his hands and luminescent azure eyes swimming with tears meeting his as his body was poised to slide into hers, were the last thing he’d ever expected to see.
This time, this place, he never, if he lived forever, would have thought it possible.
Sienna skin was firm and supple under his hands as he caressed her body, making her cry out despite herself. The broken, shattered look in her eyes tearing at his heart, the words of a brother he’d never thought to lose echoing in his mind. “Take care of my cyar'ika, vod.”
“Close your eyes, Ashoka.”
She shook her head, her hands on his forearms, gripping him tightly.
He lowered his head, touching his forehead to hers. His throat closed, knowing what she would see, but urging her to anyway. “Close your eyes. Picture him,” his words were gentle but rough, part of him as broken as she, “see him as he was; alive and well. Close your eyes,” he swallowed hard, sliding his hips back, holding himself away as he spoke, “feel his hands, these hands on your body; arms holding you, lips,” he brushed them over the curve of her cheekbone as her eyes fluttered closed, “caressing you.”
Her breath hitched, a tear slipping free from the corner of her eye, and his lips caught it. Gently pressing against the side of her face, he traced it back to the source. Trailing soft caresses across one eyelid and then the other, he tasted salt on his tongue. Taking his time, he kissed his way across the curve of her brow and, after a heartbeat of hesitation, along the seam where her montrals joined her lekku.
Ahsoka’s fingers dug in, her nails biting into the soft flesh at his elbows and he brushed his lips across the vein again, baring his teeth and gently dragging them down along the supple appendage, making her gasp. He did it again, her legs sliding along his as he pressed his throbbing erection into the soft skin of her belly, sliding it in a torturously slow glide, keeping his chest just above hers.
Her back arched a little as he closed his lips about the tip of her lekku, sucking in into his mouth, brushing the firm points of her nipples against his chest. The gasp that left her lips was the name he both hoped and dreaded to hear; a name that twisted in his heart like a vibroblade.
“Rex…please…”
It almost stopped him, a need to hear his own name on her lips, only the words of his brother in the back of his mind preventing his withdraw. “Take care of my cyar'ika, vod.”
He would.
In this, in anything she asked, Ahsoka would never want for anything.
Releasing the tip of her lekku, he lifted his lips to hers, claiming them in the softest of kisses he’d never before bestowed upon another. Opening his heart in a way he’d never done with any partner, he sought to be what she needed, knowing the act itself was not enough.
Rex had loved Ahsoka, truly and completely; to give her what he sought, he needed to give her that. So he reached within himself, to the well of emotions locked away; to his first encounters with her, before he’d consciously known she was beyond his reach because of Rex.
Those emotions had been corralled, cornered and suppressed ruthlessly, only to be released now as he put every ounce of his pent up feelings for her into the kiss. She deserved to be loved, if only once, the way the man who’d loved her even more than he, would have. She deserved the chance to know what time and circumstance had stolen, leaving her there with him… but not with him.
She deserved to be worshiped - so he worshiped her.
Swallowing her moan with his mouth, he used one hand to tease her body, caressing her breasts and lekku, drawing out her responses with his touch. Using every iota of his experience to push her further into the fantasy he knew she built behind her closed eyelids. He kissed her deeply, lovingly, putting every ounce of respect and emotion he felt into that kiss - and preventing her from speaking.
His hands worked magic. Playing about her body, he left no patch of skin untended as his hand slid down to caress her most intimate of flesh to find her hot and wet and eager.
Only when she was writhing beneath him, her knees lifted, her hips rising in a silent plea and pressing the aching shaft of his organ into her stomach with every undulation, did he move again. Sliding lower and never breaking the kiss, he withdrew his hand and set the head of his erection to her entrance once more.
Pressing his body into hers, the engorged tip sliding into the slick entrance for a half second, he tore his mouth from hers on a moan. Overwhelmed by the sensation, the emotional impact of the act, he could go no further, his head spinning, his connection to the young woman deeper and more profound than any other he’d ever been with -
- and it was a lie.
Ahsoka’s hips thrust upwards and took him within her body with a sure, swift movement. Buried within the tight, throbbing recesses, he ducked his forehead to hers with a gasp that was a breathless cry of her name, a plea for a moment of recover.
She either didn’t hear it, or didn’t heed it, her inner muscles clenching impossibly tighter as her body pulled away.
His control frayed, his hips jerked forward, not allowing her retreat, as he pressed her back into the mattress. Rising above her, he raked his hands down across her body, her ochre skin flushed and impossibly slick, her hands never having left his arms.
Ahsoka’s eyes were still closed as her head fell back, her spine arching, presenting her neck to him in a gesture of submission and surrender, of acceptance that wasn’t meant for him.
Closing his eyes, he gripped her hips, struggling with the urge to latch his lips to the exposed vein as he withdrew from her body, adjusting his angle of penetration before he slid within her again. She bowed off the bed with an unintelligible keen and he pressed her back down, following her, his hips never stopping as he shifted one hand between them, playing with the sensitive skin around her entrance.
She writhed as his hand continued to explore, his lips on her lekku as their bodies merged and separated in an even and intense rhythm, but was no closer to the completion he ached to give her; yearned to help her reach. Her inner muscles contracted with each thrust, gripping him, catching him, preventing an easy withdraw, but as he sought to give her what she obviously sought, he was at a loss.
Ahsoka bucked beneath him, presenting her neck once more with a gasp and a sob, her head thrashing to the side. “Bite me, Rex…please… please - bite me!”
His eyes flew open, his own fantasy shattering with her desperate plea. The words of his brother echoed within his head once more. “Take care of my cyar'ika, vod.”
So he bit her.
His hands went numb as her fingers dug in at his elbows with enough force to draw blood. Her body bucking up with a violent motion, capturing his tumescent length in a vice like grip, it prevented his retreat as her inner muscles closed about him tightly enough he saw stars behind his eyes.
The violence of her climax was lost to the intensity of his own.
He slumped forward, his forehead on her heaving chest, as her body’s inner muscles continued to tighten and spasm around him, leaving him limp and gasping for breath with each contraction of her still rapidly beating heart.
He stayed that way until he felt the muscles of her body loosen and only then could, and did, he roll away, too weak to move further; too weak to leave her bed as his bruised heart demanded.
He’d denied and suppressed his feelings fervently for the sake of his brother. He’d stepped aside, knowing he could never have her, knowing it wasn’t him she saw or wanted… and had now made love to the very same young Togrutan woman who’d snared his heart so long ago.
But she had been making love to another.
No matter that he’d encouraged it, in the aftermath, his selfish soul wished it had been his name on her lips, not his brother’s.
The feel of her cool hands on his back, the press of her body against his, made him tense, but he was too exhausted to fight her. Part of him wanted this, needed this closeness. She curled close, her lips pressing to the base of his neck, her arm tight around his middle. They stayed that way, his eyes staring straight ahead, until a shiver raced through her frame, the drying sweat making the room cooler.
Her voice was soft, barely a breath against his back, but her voice broke on the words which caught and held him. “Thank you, Fives.”
Fives closed his hand over the splay of her fingers on his chest and squeezed but could find no words to respond.
“Take care of my cyar'ika, vod.”
He had.
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