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Catalyst	By : Jade_Max Category: +S through Z > Star Wars: The Clone Wars Views: 20918 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Star Wars belongs to Disney and is the intellectual property of George Lucas; he created the sandbox. I make no money off of this and am simply destroying the sandcastles

Chapter List
- 1-Catalyst - Rex's POV
- 2-Catalyst - Ahsoka's POV
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- 2
Title: Catalyst

Author: Jade_Max

Characters: Captain Rex, Ahsoka

Genre: Angst/Romance

Era: The Clone Wars - S3, Pre Ep 10 AU

Summary: A risque, sexually charged mission has led to the shift in Captain Rex and sixteen year old Ahsoka’s relationship, coming to a head when, in the aftermath, Ahsoka calls Rex to her room, seemingly unaware that the good Captain has reached the end of his formidable control...
A companion piece to my story Catalyst and Journey of Revolution by emjalen, formerly Tahiri Veila Solo - message me for the link if you'd like it but you do not need to read them to follow what happens here ;)

Author’s Note: Big, -big- thank you to emjalen; I can’t thank you enough for giving me the go-ahead to play within the boundaries of your story and 'setting the stage' as it were.

Post Mission

After Rex had escorted the too quiet Ahsoka back to her room and left her there and he’d handed over the data crystal to the Admiral for safe keeping, he had the presence of mind to stop in and check on his General. Anakin, he was told by the droid, had been released that morning, but was on strong sedatives and wasn’t to be disturbed until morning.
With no other distractions, Rex returned to the barracks. The joking remarks from some of his brothers - from other companies - about his choice in attire quickly died as soon as he’d turned his gaze upon them.
He was in no mood to be teased and it showed.
Collecting his fatigues from his locker, he hit the showers. Mercifully alone, but painfully hard and aching, he was physically sensitive to the point of wincing as he’d peeled off the leathers of his costume. He’d found no relief in the shower beyond a momentary one, the images of these last few days replaying in his head in a kind of painful, exquisite torture.
Of Ahsoka’s trepidation in the initial stages to the confidence in which she’d carried herself the moment they were on display.
Afterwards, Rex lay in his bunk, staring at the ceiling without seeing it; images and sensations plagued him - his own personal hell. He could see Ahsoka’s expression the first time she’d come to him, swaying with the beginnings of what would be a torturously glorious experience of her first attempt at a lap dance.
He could see the improvements in her movements from the following night, after she’d had the chance to observe professionals in action. Felt the heat of her in his hands that final time as she'd encouraged him to touch her, knowing now how she'd needed to feel his touch to prepare herself for being touched by someone else.
The knowledge of her later admission, that she’d been thinking of him, now colored his view of her assigned task as it was executed. The sway of her hips, her body undulating, as her half lidded gaze met his from across the room, her body whispering tantalizingly across the legs and lap of their target. How she stretched-
Chirp. Chirp.
Rex bit back a groan as his comlink sounded, reaching for it and flicking it on. "Rex here."
There was a pause and then-
"Rex... It's Ahsoka."
Her husky tones were enough to have him closing his eyes against the surge of protectiveness they generated. She didn't need to identify herself; he'd have known her voice even if he were deaf; he could feel the way she formed the words vibrating through his pores. He threw one arm over his eyes.
"What do you need, Ahsoka?"
"You."
There was a pregnant pause as Rex's imagination catapulted him back to earlier that night and the sofa at The Catalyst; to having Ahsoka on his lap, uninhibited and his for the taking. He swallowed hard against the image, deliberately having avoided it until then, and opened his eyes as he pushed himself up on one elbow.
"That is, can you come to my room?"
The strain in her voice was noticeable now and Rex frowned. Despite the implication he heard in her request, he knew it wasn't what she was asking. He threw his legs over the edge of his bunk. "Your room?"
"I need to talk to you."
"Now?"
"It's about the mission, Rex; it's important. Will... will you come?"
Rex was already on his feet and clipping on his armor as she asked the question, foregoing his gauntlets and helmet, knowing this was a bad idea but unable to deny her. Sealing his fate, he keyed the comlink one last time. "I'll be there shortly."

Before Ahsoka opened her door to his light knock, Rex glanced left and right, firmly reminding himself he was here to speak with her at her request, nothing more. He wasn’t there to alleviate the burning low in his gut or the raging physically painful hard-on that had been his companion since day one of their mission.
Ahsoka had asked him to come, said she needed to talk to him and she’d sounded… broken; like nothing he’d ever heard from her before. He couldn’t have not come and he was already kicking himself.
His restraint and control were frayed and worn from a week of temptation and he knew it; this was a bad idea no matter how much she needed to see him.
Then the door was opened and she was there.
“Rex.”
There were tears in her eyes and a sheen to her skin that spoke of a recent shower. Dressed in a shirt he’d never seen before, it covered her from neck to hip, buttoned up the front and clinging ever so slightly to her frame, the edge of her normal skirt peeking out beneath it. Despite the fact he’d watched her parade practically naked across a stage for hours over the last few days, the covering was a relief as much as it was an allure.
In some ways, it was only more of a tease than if she’d answered the door unclothed.
It made his hands itch to remove it, to grab it by the lapels and jerk, to reveal the soft, supple skin he knew he'd find underneath. His fists clenched at his sides and he deliberately folded them together behind his back in an attempt to diminish and manage the impulse. It was a losing battle; he could already feel the shreds of his hard won control slipping away before the conversation had begun.
She motioned him into a room lit only by candles, the dimness unable to mute the bright azure of her eyes. He entered only a step, enough to ensure the door closed behind him, watching her, waiting, as she stared back at him.
The look in her eyes was vulnerable, wounded, calling to every protective instinct, to every feeling long denied between them, urging him to make things right. She needed something; needed something from him and what he wanted to give her was wrong for the moment and the situation.
She needed the confidante, the friend he'd always been, not the man who wanted her so badly he'd been in tumescent agony every moment of their assignment and was silently condemning the rules and regulations and personal code of honor that kept them apart.
Biting her lower lip, she crossed her arms over her chest, low that it was more around her ribs. The fabric pulled tight across her body, the move pressing her breasts upwards to strain against the shirt as she gazed up at him.
“I… Rex; I… I wanted to… ”
And none of the reasons why they had to remain apart suddenly mattered as she struggled to find the words. The leashed desires - the want and the need - in her eyes spoke to him in a primal way no utterance could.
An inferno had begun as an ember and smoldered, roaring into fully banked heat the past week in her constant company. He'd managed not to fully act on it, focusing on the mission, their objective; on controlling himself because she deserved better than the raw deal she'd been given. She deserved better than the man he was and his inability to give her a future no matter that she was the brightest spot in his sorry existence. That she was a major reason, the only good reason, he had for continuing to fight; his inspiration and drive - the woman who held his soul, his deepest admiration and loyalties - and didn't know it.
Couldn’t.
That heat which ripped through him now made the inferno of before feel like a whisper of warmth, tearing down his defenses and obliterating reason as lust roared through his veins.
Ahsoka gasped as his hands shot out, capturing her. Lifting her, he spun her against the wall next to the door. His armor clad body came down hard on hers as he stared deeply into her wide eyes. Eyes that were stormy, darkening from glittering cerulean to deep sapphire. His hands pinned hers at the wrist, just above shoulder height on either side of her head, his mouth coming down on her with the savage hunger he could no longer contain.
Her gasp parted her lips, a mewling sound of surprise that echoed through the room as his own partially open mouth descended on hers. The taste of her like some exotic, forbidden spice. A taste he’d never forgotten; one he’d never forget.
He took her reaction for granted. Her response, her eagerness was a given in his mind; she wanted this as much as he did. Had teased and taunted, flaunted herself for him to get this very end. Her mouth open under his as his instincts raged, the blood surging through his system with a single intent.
Claiming her, branding her, as his.

He let her get no word in edgewise, allowed no escape, no room for thought; no chance to finish what she’d deemed she needed to say. Silencing her, Rex took from her what he wanted; needed.
Growling into her mouth, his hands skated deliberately from her wrists, down over the loose cuffs and fabric. Sliding to the sides of her body and under, he was distantly glad he’d foregone his gauntlets and gloves the moment his fingertips touched heated skin. Her body jerked, their mouths parting, as he spanned her waist with his hands. Her weight was suddenly, completely, in his grasp, his fingertips digging into the flesh at her back.
Her hands tugged and dug at the seams of his armor, looking for clasps as Rex, not content to just touch, made short work of her shirt. Buttons flew as the fabric tore; biting into and marking her flesh before being tossed away. Her fingers found the closures she sought, his chest plate hitting the ground with a muffled thump as his lips came back to hers, pressing her savagely into the wall.
His hands dug into her hips, sliding under her skirt even as she found the inside clasps that freed him from the remainder of his hard shell. Her skirt hit the floor as she drew her legs up, allowing him to pull it off before being pressed gloriously naked against his body suit, the wall at her back leverage to keep her flush against him. He felt her, every inch of her sensuous body cradling his in just how he wanted, his hips thrusting against hers for a moment.
Then he wrenched her away. He didn’t just want to feel her; he needed to see.
She made a sound of protest, reaching for him, his gaze dropping to do one quick, cursory examination of her naked body, his breath leaving his body in a hiss. Jerking her back to him, away from the wall, his head tilted as his lips slanted back over hers. Possessively, using teeth, tongue and lip, he assaulted her mouth as he’d dreamed of doing.
Ahsoka shifted to the side and backwards and Rex followed, never breaking his hold, his hands caressing her skin, hers working to free him of the body suit which still held him trapped. Each step freed him further, the necessity of letting her go to free his arms accomplished with blinding speed as she suddenly stumbled. Tilting, Rex went with her, their lips parting as she let out a startled cry.
Instinct had him turning to break their fall. Pulling her close even as his back hit the mattress, he rolled to put her beneath him. His lips touched the smooth, alien skin of one montral, his teeth grazing the sensitive tip. She shuddered, her hands sliding with unknown purpose across his skin, tracing the lines of his shoulders and chest even as he pressed down, pinning her to the bed with the weight of his body.
His hands were far from gentle as he levered himself up on one arm. Keeping her pinned to look his fill, Rex branded her with his gaze, taking her in like a drowning man.
Naked beneath him, her breasts heaving with each inhale, the hard and jutting dusky tipped nipples begging for his touch; his kiss. Her legs had parted, semi-straddling one of his still clothed thighs, the heat and scent of her combining with his overtaxed libido and possessiveness to create a heady, intoxicating mix that Rex was powerless to fight.
Dipping his head to hers, he kissed her fiercely, her neck arching to maintain it. Ahsoka cried out, her fingers flexing on his shoulders as he shifted to nip at her lekku. His chest rubbed against hers before he dragged his lips down to her collarbone and across the satiny, exotic texture of her skin.
His hands slid upwards, grasping her lekku in a tight grip as he teased the sensitive appendage. His nails dug in rougher than intended as he felt the way she responded, her hips lifting to grind her core against his thigh.
Closing his lips over the hard, begging peak of her left breast, he groaned against her skin as he teased the firm nub with his tongue. Her body arched, coming off the bed, his name a gasped expletive, the movement rubbing her stomach against the tumescent agony that was his erection.
Pressing her none too gently back to the bed, Rex continued his assault on her body, his hands trailing with confidence over her belly and thighs, one hand slipping between her legs. A barrier between them, his own hand was a torturous barricade from the bliss his body craved.
Cupping her, his fingers teased, sliding against the drenched folds of her sex and brushing against the swollen numb of her clit before slipping within her body. Ahsoka writhed beneath him as he played her like his decee, her biting nails into the flesh of his forearms. She sobbed for him, her hips moving, only to be held still, harshly required to remain unmoving, with his other hand.
“Rex; Rex - please!”
Her head was thrown back, a vein at her neck pulsing in invitation and his mouth came down hard, biting and sucking with a rough aggressiveness as he forced her back to the bed. She bucked beneath him, separating them for a moment, and when they came back together, they were flesh to flesh as he kicked his body suit away.
The hand between them continued to play her, but Rex shifted the other deliberately, dragging it down, pressing against the firm flesh of her thigh to draw it out. Her legs parted, knees curling, cradling him, and bracketing his hips as her head thrashed wildly with want and desperation.
He withdrew his hand, lifting it, his fingers glistening with her desire, the head of his cock nestled at the edge of her vaginal passage. Roughly grasping her chin to still her head, he looked into her eyes. Her pupils were almost black, a wild, frantic gleam in their depths.
With a growl, a single word, his hips surged forward and in, penetrating her in a single blinding moment of madness.
Mine!
Ahsoka tensed, her body tight and slick and fever hot around him, gasping his name again as she bowed into the possession. Drunk with emotion and sensation, he savored the feel of her beneath him, around him; a part of her as he claimed her as his at last.
Her body pulsed around his in time with her heartbeat, squeezing his sensitized shaft with enough pressure his vision momentarily darkened at the edges. Gritting his teeth with a savage snarl, his lips came down on hers in another bruising kiss as he began to move.
Instinct controlled him, drove him as his body drove down onto and into hers without so much as a thought to her comfort, her hips lifting to meet his with frantic bursts. His hands tightened with unthinkingly strength as he gasped into Ahsoka’s mouth, the blood surging through his veins urging him to finish; to give her everything of him.
She moaned as he rode her, thrusting with purpose even as she struggled to find purchase on his sweat slick skin. Small trails of fire erupted on muscle and bone as her nails dug in, rending the flesh of his back.
The pain was welcome, just enough to snap his focus back and allow him to regain a sliver of control. Rex shifted, drawing her up and onto his lap as he gained his knees, changing the angle of their coupling, their lips parting on a ragged gasp. Ahsoka was tense, begging for release, her nails digging in further down his torso as she fought to maintain her grip.
He drew her up and down on his pulsating cock, completely controlling the angle, depth and speed of their coupling with his hands on her hips. A short trio of thrusts later, a shriek, quickly smothered by his mouth, with a firm hand at the back of her neck to draw her lips to his, and she shattered in his arms.
Rex groaned as her body tightened, squeezing so strongly, so painfully, he had no chance to do more than gasp her name into her mouth. His body jerked upwards as his own climax ripped through him with the force of a high powered blaster bolt. His vision darkened, the feel of her in his arms, skin to skin, embedding itself in his memory for all time.
He had just enough presence of mind to shift and turn as he collapsed back to the bed. With Ahsoka in his arms, their bodies still joined, the strength and relief of his release sent him spiraling into unconsciousness and darkness; a mixed blessing.
Morning would come quickly for the pair of young lovers, but morning would bring only further heartache and pain and a misunderstanding that would, after that single moment of mutual glory, tear them apart.
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